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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 5 months ago

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Name: March

Age: Mid 30's

Pronouns: He/him

Sexy bits: Dick

Species: Human

Looks: Gruff, tall, stocky, wears whatever he can be bothered to throw on that morning, big stompy boots, messy long hair he keeps in a ponytail, nice leather eye patch (He just prefers it over a glass replacement), multiple scars littered across his body (One to note would be the short scar off the left corner of his left eye. Or what would be his left eye if it was still in his skull)

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Job: Fisherman

Hobbies: March doesn't feel at ease most of the time so he usually keeps his mind busy by working. But, if he can manage to tire himself out enough he likes to read. It's a bit awkward now that he only has one eye but he won't let that get between him and his gooey romance novels

Kinks: Subbing (most of my characters are switches and verses just because I find it more freeing but March might fully be a sub), making love rather than fucking, praise, being cared for, bath sex

No-nos: Doming, being a toy or plaything, any kind of monster role play

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Friends/family: Was raised by his mom, there were always men coming in and out of the house so his mom doesn't even know who his dad might be

Had an old fishing buddy before the incident

Other ocs:

Linda scouted him when she was visiting the Big City for business. He was barely making end's meat there so when she offered him more than what he made a year every month for taking care of a "little" problem in her lake, how could he say no? Big fella's not so bad anyhow

April comes around every now and again. They don't talk but some times they'll bring over a new book for him and some snacks. They almost haunt him? Not in a bad way, but in the way where they just kinda show up and hang around before eventually dipping back out. He likes them

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Background: One of his mom's boyfriends took him out fishing when he was about 7 to try and bond with him a bit. He didn't end up sticking around but he left him his old rod and some bait as a goodbye gift. It became a habit for him, any time things got weird or heated at home he'd sneak out to the coast near by and cast a line

As he got older he started to keep what he caught, either to sell or to eat. When he was 19 he offered up a job by some eccentric rich guy. They wanted him and a crew they'd put together to go out to sea and hunt a true, genuine sea monster! Or, that's how they put it anyhow. March never actually believed in the thing but the ship he'd be on was nice and sturdy, big too. They said they'd pay even if they couldn't catch it, and it would get him away from his mom for a few months at least. What was the harm?

There were quite a few people who took the job, but there was only one who mattered. His name was Aaron, and what a sight he was. Broad shoulders, a sweet laugh, and enough optimism for the both of them. The two would often stay up late together, playfully arguing about what shapes they saw in the stars while talking about what they were gonna do after they got back on solid ground. After a few months, their stories wove together, the two of them talking about getting a house together, staying friends, possibly becoming more

They never had the chance to. March never believed in the monster they were hunting until he saw it with his own eyes. He still couldn't as it took one of them. He couldn't believe any of this was real as it stabbed his only love through the chest with some barbed appendage he couldn't recall without feeling ill. Only four of the fifteen men that were hired made it back to port, all in horrible shape, no dead monster to even prove what happened to them

The guy who hired them actually paid them more than they originally offered to cover their medical bills, the extra wasn't enough to cover all of them but it was a kind gesture

After that March swore off fishing entirely, throwing his old poll into the back of his closet to be forgotten. Until she showed up. Linda had heard of his little monster expedition, she actually believed everything he told her which was refreshing after all the jeers and fake sympathy he'd received after coming home. She offered him a deal he really couldn't pass up, more money then he'd ever seen in his life and a way out of the Big City

When she said he'd be "taking care of" her little lake problem he hadn't expected for her to mean "baby sit a fucking kraken" but, the money was good, the town was good, and the big guy turned out to be pretty nice honestly. At least he didn't have to go into The Woods or Mines

How you met: One of the few times he's away from The Lake and his little house is when he needs smaller bait. The Lake fucking provides but it feels like a shame to dress a good fish just to catch something small, so he goes to Lav to get some earth worms from time to time

It's during one of these infrequent sales that he meets you. He swore off of loving anyone after the incident at sea, but the heart wants what it want. And holy shit did it want you. You were perfect, he just knew it, after first sight he was yours. And when you looked at him, those beautiful eyes locking with his, he realized

He was elbow deep in a bucket full of worms

First impressions are over rated anyways! He makes sure to get your address from Lav once you get back to your day and starts to write you love letters. Un-addressed, of course. He'll let you start to like him a bit more before telling you he's the fucking worm guy. Uuuuugh

#little town #LT March #Hey! Been a while huh?#It's nice to come back to these after so long #March was a little dull before (And way underdeveloped as a result ^^;)#So I thought making him a hopeless romantic would give him the spice I was lacking #And yes #Lav does breed earth worms in their spare time

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nenastrology · 2 years ago

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ill be honest i actually first considered claire and or ladd for the gay anime villain poll purely because of the easter egg alt ending to a tie in video game where they get together which is still very funny to me and i wanted to throw baccano in as another nice anime that would probably get destroyed early in the showdown cuz i have been and always shall be a baccano girlie but realized after searching nobody on tumblr was posting about them being gay so it was not even gonna reach the baccano girlies and tbhi am in no way invested in them being gay i just think its a funny little bit of baccano lore but izaya on the other hand u look him up its just wall to wall yaoi with that blonde bitch cant move without stepping on some yaoi and hes far more popular than any baccano girlie could be hard as it is to admit as i was always on the baccano side of the baccanorarara continuum and i have fondness for him littl known em fact my very first tumblr blog when i was 14 was named for izaya he was in the url.. so there you have it niche em lore so very roundabout way of saying im pleasantly surprised he turned out to be such a hit with the poll hope he gets far even tho i thought that ship with the blonde guy was the most boring thing on earth im sorry also watch baccano or else

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deepdonutkid · 3 years ago

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Hi, I'm so sorry it took me so long, I wanted to make it short as possible but always failed so...I have one that is somewhat short (this hurt me so much because when I'm describing something, it is LOONG) and second that is LOONG (that is why I warned you that I actually wrote horribly written "one-shot" or what it is actually, it would be much better, if you have time, to read both...when I tried to make it short, I maybe cut out important things...).

Like I said the girl is my OC, and her name is Sinon (given by Poll), but she is actually Maya (given by her real parents). And I gave names to her parents. But yeah, you can read it, consider if you will write it and change anything you want. Surely there are mistakes, holes and things that don't make sense.

I completely understand if you don't want to write it like "You wrote it yourself, what do you want from me, go to hell." But hey, I'm not a writer, I hate writing and I'm dead sure you can write it 100% better. To me, it looks like a grocery list. If you don't want to write it, just tell- JUST TELL ME TO F*CK OFF. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 (my apologizing must be annoying, welp, sorry once again).

So yeah.

I will send both, if you have any question, or if you don't want to write it, feel free to tell me.

➡ Short one: Ada brings to Polly a baby girl after the woman stopped her, gave her to her and quickly left. Ada discovers a small book, with the letter and a note with the name "Shelby" written on it. Polly thinks that the woman was a whore and the baby is his due to having also blue eyes. Polly decides to not saying anything to Thomas and adopts her herself. The girl grows and is known as an angel among demons. The Shelby's brothers love her, but Thomas...he lives for her. She loves him and he loves her (just...ugh 💝💗💘💓💖💕💞). They play, dance, everything. She is helping him with nightmares, bad moods, not hearing shovels, etc. Life goes by and Thomas loses his wife and brother. Polly and Ada want to cheer him up by telling him that the girl is maybe his daughter but he gets angry and says nasty things about the girl, she hears it and runs. After some time he wants to apologize but Ada stops him. She tells him she contacted the girl's family to pick her up. Thomas is devastated, not only because she leaving, but because he was just a dick to her and can't properly apologize. The Shelby's say goodbye to the girl and she leaves. After years (S5), Thomas is not himself anymore, regrets everything, etc. One day he is closed in his office sitting on the floor, mess around him and hallucinating. Then he hears knocking on the floor and is met with the blue eyes of the much older girl. He thinks she is the only hallucination and wants to shot himself, but she throws stuff into his face, launches at him, hugs him and pushes him and herself to the floor. She tells him that despite everything she loves him and that she missed him. He just hugs her tightly, begging her to forgive him and to never leave him alone ever again. They'll fall asleep and after a few hours when Tommy wakes up, his sister comes in and tells him she and her father are back and he will buy a house here. The girl never left Thomas's side and helped him heal.

➡ Disgustingly long one (it's funny how much of a useless words/sh*t Tumblr allows you to write): Ada brings the baby to Poll after a weak-looking woman approaches her and asks her if she could look after her baby because she needs to check something. When they take a look at it, their eyes meet with two beautiful big blue ones and an adorable smile of a baby girl. After washing the baby Ada discovers a note saying the name "Shelby" wrapped in the blanket. Polly immediately thinks the woman was a whore, got pregnant, then fell ill and now threw fruits of karma back at where it belongs, to Thomas Shelby. Ada asks Polly what they'll do now, but Poll doesn't say anything, Ada look at her and see Polly with a sweet smile and tears in her eyes. She wants to keep it. Why give this sweet little being to the most dangerous man in Birmingham when she can say nothing to him and rise her like her own? Ada agrees but is unsure at the same time...what if that woman wasn't a whore? What if she never had something with the Famous Thomas Shelby? She looked weak, ill, but stressed and maybe...sad? She remembers her crying and kissing this baby's head when leaving, that is not what unloving mothers do...

Polly rising this baby as best as she could now was the most beautiful, kind, clever, brave girl that ever ran through streets of Small heath. She had honey-blonde hair, similar to Ada's in style and length with long curtain bangs on her face and beautiful blue eyes, similar to Tommy's. She never liked girl clothes, always wearing boy clothes after Finn. Shelby brothers loved her so much, she never was problematic, never wanted to know things about the business, only have her little happy life and do fun things with her family when they made time for her, and oh boy they made it plenty. They played with her, danced with her, sang with her. But Thomas, a man who was drawn to this little girl like no one, was everywhere she was. She loves him and he loves her, she was something beautiful to him, peace in mind and heart, always melting how she treated him like a normal person, not thinking about all the bad things he did and just loving him for not so many good ones. He wants her to feel loved like she is one of them, not allowing her to question herself because somebody said she is not Gray, nor Shelby, that she is different and too good for Gypsies like them, like a real diamond among cheap bijouterie, an angel among demons. She helped him to sleep after every nightmare, with bad moods, stop hearing shovels against the wall.

Life goes by and Thomas experience the worst days of his life...he loses his wife and brother. The girl wants to soothe him everything will be fine. She was almost there when she heard Polly and Ada in his office, so she stayed behind the doors and listened to what were they about to say, maybe they trying to soothe him too. Little did she know what she'll about to hear. Ada and mainly Polly tells Thomas a secret about a girl Ada brought home, that Poll didn't find her in front of her doors, that in reality some whore approached Ada and pushed her her baby with a note saying the name "Shelby", and left. She didn't want to take care of a bastard child. And, our girl has the same eyes. But Tommy only scoffs and slams his hands on the table. After everything he's been through, they come up with this shit? They thought they are helping him, that his sweet girl is actually really his, that it will give him new hope for a new beginning, Thomas thought they can't be serious. His wife died, is now a single father, his brother died and now this?? He starts to shout he's not the father of good for nothing, any whore belonging, an odd, snotty and annoying child he never loved. Polly wants to beat him, strangle him but hears behind the door sobbing of her " daughter"...Polly is cursing his nephew before running after her girl, Ada following right after her. Thomas is unable to move, doesn't know what to do...He regrets every word second after but being stubborn cretin in his whole gory, he doesn't follow them but sit into his chair and let silence eat him alive.

After a few days of not facing his family and overthinking what to say and do, his sister stops him in his tracks. He's forced to sit and she starts to explain why is she here. She pulled out of her coat a burned sheet of paper, a small book and starts reading:

"Dear Thomas Shelby,

If you receive this letter...I'm begging you, please, to help my daughter. My name is Bella Rogers and I got separated from my husband, Scott Rogers when we were running from America to England. I heard about you from people in London. (Some people told her Thomas Shelby, so she went somewhere he likes to go in London, to his sister. And bc he never stayed long, she gave the baby to Ada.). I know I can't expect anything but please, contact this person (her husband's mother), tell her you saved my daughter, Maya Rogers. Tell them our names. You are my only hope now. Please help my daughter, please help me...

Thank you deeply,

Bella Rogers.

(Adress or number of her mother-in-law)

Ps: Please tell my daughter I love-"

And stopped.

Flashback: When the girl was growing, Ada confronted Poll with a small book in her hands.

Present: She handed the burned book to Thomas and he took it.

Flashback: She told Polly that the girl belongs to someone else and they deserves to know what happened to her and her mother.

Present: He carefully opened it.

Flashback: Polly knew it was selfish to keep her here, but she loved her so much she ignored every word.

Present: He started to spell the girl's name, date of birth, her parent's names, their date of birth...

Flashback: Ada begged Polly to think about this, she felt bad for a father and family that they didn't know what happened to them, but Polly had enough, she grabbed the book and a letter Ada was holding and threw it into the fireplace and with teary eyes left, Ada immediately took a piece of wood and got both things out of the fire, hoping that everything wasn't lost.

Present: Ada knocked on the table, drawing Thomas's attention from his thoughts. She swears she could see tears forming in his eyes when she told him she already contacted Rogers family and they are coming from America to get her back. He felt betrayed, he wanted to vomit. Ada tells him Polly already knows it and hesitantly agreed and that maybe it's better he said what he said, she wouldn't miss him that much and he made it easier for her not to think about him, which made him snap his eyes from the ground back to Ada. He asks her when they will arrive. An hour. Instead of getting up and do something he just sat there, sharply inhaled, and started crying. He cried, with his sister by his side, hugging him, crying as well.

When an hour was about to pass, they took all courage they had and get going to meet their girl's family and say goodbye. He wasn't ready. He never wanted to be ready for something like this.

Now they were standing there, in the uncomfortably big room, face to face with their Rogers family, two grandmothers, one grandfather and one father. He looked more beaten up by time than Thomas himself. They on the one side and Thomas, Poll and other Shelby's, Ada not with them but with the girl preparing. They greet each other, had a glass of whiskey, awkwardly debated about stuff, business, America...when then a young man asked where his daughter is, not willing to wait anymore. They called and there she was, hiding behind Ada's leg after coming into a room full of people she knew and didn't know. Her father immediately started to cry, slowly kneeled and opened his arms. She was looking at him and after a minute she starts to cry too...she maybe was the baby, but she remembers him, his face, his voice. She lets go of Ada's skirt and runs into his arms for the warmest and tightest hug she ever received. All members of Rogers family are immediately around her, introducing themself. And she's smiling, hugging everyone like she knows them for years. Thomas can't bear the sight of them so happy, especially her. He wanted so much to be in their place. He doesn't know why but asks Ada if they are really who they may be and Ada looks at him, understanding from where this is coming from. She shows him a slightly burned photo of their girl and her parents. "I remember how her mother looked like," Ada says. "And I remember her." Tommy is pointing at the baby in the middle, and Ada chuckles. "Yes, me too." "And now she about to be taken away from us and we can't do anything about it" ". Ada tries to hide her tears. They now looking at Arthur and Polly with Finn behind him hugging the girl and begging her to visit them every summer and Christmas. They kiss each other, Polly goes into a loving bear hug and kisses the girl on the cheek like million times. Uncle Charlie, Shelby's wives, even some of Peaky Blinders members themself like Curly. Now it was Ada who hugs the girl and then looks at her lovingly. "I'm gonna miss you, we all will." The girl softly smiles but looks at Thomas with an apathetic expression. Ada looks at him as well but Thomas is ghostly absent, just staring at the girl with glossy eyes, happy moments with his girl running in front of his eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore, he never ran from things, but now...He snapped into reality, quickly shaken with hands of the other side, wished them luck, TOO quickly ruffled the girl's hair and left, Ada following right after him. Rogers family just stared. Eventually, Rogers family said goodbye with the girl in their arms and left. They promised they will visit them.

That same day at night Thomas couldn't sleep, well, he never really slept after the girl left...

Years passed and Thomas was like a corpse, functioning only on 50%, if even. Ada and Poll tried to talk to him, Lizzie, his brothers tried too, but nothing helped, eventually all of them stopped. He regretted everything. One day was especially hard. Thomas was in his office, sitting on the floor with face in both hands. Around him a broken glass, two other chairs and papers. He was hearing his wife, crying charlie, shovels against the wall, gunshots, ghostly breathing. Everything was too loud. But nothing as loud as three soft knocks on the door. He lifted his head when a person who knocked came inside. His blue eyes met other blue ones. There she was, standing in front of him, much bigger and older, with a teddy bear he once bought for her. She still had it? How?. He couldn't believe it. He thought his mind is messing with him. You're not here, you're not real he said to her and every time he said it, she denyed that. He wanted to end this, grabbed his gun at aimed it at his head, but before he could do anything, a teddy bear hit his face. He opened his eyes and tried to process what just happened. You just threw your teddy bear into my face he asked. She said yes and that if she wasn't real, it wouldn't hit him. So...she was real? But how best to know your sanity is gone, then to welcome whatever your mind was made you see into your arms?

She ran to him, Thomas expected her to dissolve under his touch, but little did he know both of them would end up on the floor. She was giggling, saying he doesn't have any strength and fell easily, he on the other hand had eyes wide open, tears start to sting them. Thomas didn't waste a second and wrapped his arms around her warmly and tightly, proving to her even he can give this kind of hugs. He started to cry, cry like he never did, everything went out, rocking forward and backwards, face in her neck, begging her not to leave him alone ever again. He continued apologizing about what he said, for how bad he is, what he's done. She told him that despite everything she will always love him and that he missed him so much. He stroked her hair gently and she cuddled into him. He felt safe again. He finally was in peace.

When he woke up, he and the girl were covered in a blanket. He sits up. He smiled but got worried at the same time. How did she get in here? He needed to know. But before he could wake her up, somebody knocked. "Tommy?" Ada whispered into the room and walked in. She smiled, seeing Thomas with a little one sleeping in his lap, both covered in a blanket a cuddled to each other was....beautiful and cute. She carefully sits next to him and leans against his shoulder. He asked her how is she here, where is her father her, family. She said he didn't want to go back to America, his only plan from the whole beginning was to move to England with his wife and raise a child here, that he is buying a house. Somewhere nice and safe. In memory of his wife. A new beginning, new hope. And that she was sad and depressed. It wasn't fair from them to keep his daughter and it wasn't fair to just grab her and leave, promising to come back and never mean it. He put his cheek on the girl's hair and brushed it slowly. I think I can live with that he said. Ada chuckled. The rays of sunshine shined into his office. This is his new beginning, new hope. And he was willing to fight for it like a lion.

Eventually, the girl stayed with Shelby's family. The girl's father bought a house a few villages away so he could always pick her up and be with him. He made a little monument for his wife where his daughter put flowers Thomas or Ada bought. He knew who Shelby's were, but just like his wife telling Ada she trusted her when giving her baby to her, he trusted the rest of the family. Happy Ending!

Thank you for your time!!!!😍😍😍😍

Omg, you didn't lie, this was fucking long for a request... if this can be called a request at that length!

I really like the idea tho and it's super cute, Tommy with his daughter, etc.

Like you offered, I'm going to change a few things or to be percise... I will take the short version, because this already got me thinking and the long version was basically a story already.

I like to fill in the gaps myself and make this a full story, but it's going to take a while... because I have loads of other requests and I can't shut up... so I might write +10k again... for this idea.

Or multiple parts, I don't know yet XD

Gosh, I have to say it again... this is a long ass request... coming from meeee, the person who writes 12k ONE- SHOTS XD

Thank you for sending this in! 🌹

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cynicalwonders · 5 years ago

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Today is my birthday! And since it’s my b-day, I’ve decided to post the first chapter of a thriller-fic I’ve been working for the month of spooks and chills. For those of you who may remember, a few years back I did a poll of which fics I should work on in order. One of those prompts was given the working title of ‘Blackwoods’, this is it but with a new name and some changes done to it. I know I’m supposed to work on my other fics (GWE, Glass Slipper, etc) but this one got my creative juices flowing and will probably help me get back into writing. So without further ado, please enjoy:

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Summary: The classes of Dupont takes a winter field trip to a cozy ski-resort in the French Alps. Many use the cold climate to have free-range for fun in the snow or get closer together with their crushes in time for the holidays. However, a snowstorm has trapped the resort guest in their hotel and panic starts settling in. Is this a case of cabin fever or is there something sinister lurking in the mountains.

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“I cannot wait for this trip!” Marinette skipped around her room, pulling out several articles of clothing from her various drawers and trunks. “Two weeks at a ski-resort! Right before the winter holidays!”

Tikki giggled as her holder zipped back and forth around her room. Thanks to the ‘generosity' of Chloe Bourgeois – correction: begging and whining to her father – she had gotten the school to agree to host a pre-winter break field trip to one the best ski resorts in the country. How was that possible? Well, it may be because the owner of the resort, one Rodolphe Boivin, was Chloe’s uncle and would ‘adore having his favorite niece and her class over at his resort.’

Chloe’s words, not her.

Whatever the reason, the entire school was treated to an all-expense-paid stay to the Chateau Boivin. Of course, the catch would be that the students provide good reviews for the resort and promise not to break anything, signed contracts and all. Everyone was abuzz with excitement, many thanking the blonde who soaked up the praise with unconcealed glee. Students started making plans on what they wanted to do at the resort when they arrived. From skiing to snowboarding, 24-hours spas, 5-star dining, horse-drawn sleighs, and even a wine festival, Chateau Boivin goes all out every winter.

"When we arrive, I'm going to unpack all my stuff then grab an early lunch," Marinette recited out loud. "Then I'm going to talk to the activities director to book a ski lesson for the next day. Explore the place and figure out everything is located, maybe take a dip in the Jacuzzi and end the day with a nice dinner.”

“Promise to bring me back something sweet,” Tikki chirped.

“Of course,” smiled Marinette. “From what I read, this place hires some excellent pâtissiers for their dessert menu and café.”

“Better than your parents?” joked Tikki.

“Hmmm, maybe a close second.” Marinette joked, still rummaging through her things.

“You sure you’re not packing too many things?” asked the kwami.

“Just the essentials. Plus dad will take this down in the morning. Hopefully, he won't start crying again."

“My poor baby is leaving us!” Tikki mimicked her dad’s earlier reaction to the trip. “I knew this day would come but it’s too soon!”

“Dad, it’s just two weeks,” Marinette narrated her part. “Please don’t cry. I promise to call every day.”

Both giggled as she continued packing up her stuff. Clothing, shoes, toiletries, first aid kit, and some emergency cash just in case. She even packed up her sketchbook if she got inspired, as well as some tiny jackets she knitted for Tikki. Even if Tikki wasn't that affected by the cold, the little kwami looked adorable in a wool sweater.

“Alright! I think that’s everything!” exclaimed Marinette, finally closing the suitcase.

“Can you lift it?”

Marinette hoisted the bag over her shoulder with ease. “Over a year of swinging atop rooftops and fighting super-powered villains builds up muscle strength.”

“The fact that you can throw Chat Noir at an akuma should have let you know.”

“I thought that was another superpower while as Ladybug,” replied Marinette.

“Nope, that all Marinette-power,” cheered Tikki.

Marinette shook her head and smiled. Her little kwami watched as her holder cheerfully babbles about her plans for the resort. Seeing her smile so widely made the kwami really how long it has been since her wielder felt so content. For a while, a fog of sadness seemed to have washed over the poor girl. Everything she did or said felt halfhearted. Schoolwork, homework, designing, all done with half the effort and half the enthusiasm. And Tikki knew what – or rather, who – was the cause of all these…

On cue, the designer’s phone chimed with a text message. Glancing down, Marinette smiled faded. Sighing, she responded to the text before tossing it on her chaise. Tikki read over the message and her smile, too, faded.

Alya: Hey girl! All packed up for the trip? Can’t wait until we get there! Lila promised to give us some snowboarding lessons while we're there. Her cousin won gold in the Olympics for snowboarding! I'm so excited!

Marinette: okay.

“Marinette…” Tikki gave her a sad look.

“It’s fine,” she cut her off. “I’ll just politely refuse, say I already booked a lesson. If Alya lectures me again, then so be it. I’m used to it by now.”

Tensions between Marinette and her classmate were still present after the whole expulsion-debacle. Even with her classmates ‘apologizing' to her, though she doubts they were truly apologetic, they still felt that she was being unfair to Lila because of her illness. And suddenly her love and care for her classmates started to dissipate.

Even Adrien – sweet, perfect Adrien – didn’t seem all that sweet or perfect. While he assured her that he was on her side, his action seemed to express another thing. While he didn’t want to out the liar, he didn’t try to protect their classmates either. Marinette could see the hope and excitement in her classmates’ eyes. So hopeful to believe in Lila. Believing she had the power to deliver their dreams to them on a silver platter. Sacrificing their energy, time and money to pamper her so she, in turn, would reward them for their generosity.

Never did Marinette feel a stronger urge to vomit when she realized that.

What did Adrien expect to happen when the truth about Lila's lies came out? Did he think that everything would go back to normal? That Lila would learn her lesson and become a good person? Maybe that was the naïve optimism that Adrien possessed. And while Marinette would love for that to happen, it didn't fix everything. Not the months she spent isolated from the others. The cruel words they spat at her. The glares and stares. Disappointed sighs. Like she was the cruel one. The unreasonable one.

Suddenly she was busy with online commissions or her parents needed an extra set of hands at the bakery or she had to babysit Manon. Any excuse just to avoid them all. Marinette, the girl filled with love and compassion and sweetness, felt bitterness, anger, and disgust festering inside her. She didn’t want to feel this way, especially towards her classmates, people whom she has known and loved for years. But…

‘You’d think they would at least consider what I said,’ Marinette thought. ‘With how long I’ve known them and what I did to help them…you would think…’

Marinette shook her head and took several deep breaths. Master Fu's breathing exercises would calm her down and wash out any negative thoughts. And give the following few weeks since Lila's return, Marinette has made it a routine to do them before, during and after school. The last thing she needs is another near akumazation and lose Tikki thanks to that little liar.

“Don’t worry Marinette,” her kwami consoled. “You can use this trip to reconnect with your friends.”

“Unless they invite Lila…” Marinette could not remember a single outing she had Alya had without the blogger trying to add Lila. Not that she had trouble doing so, Lila just loved to force herself between Mari and her friends.

“Maybe you and Alya can do a girl’s night,” suggested Tikki. “Just the two of you.”

“Maybe…” Marinette said, but her voice held some hesitation in the idea.

“Marinette!” Sabine’s echoed from below. “Did you finish packing?”

“Yes, maman,” answered Marinette, opening the hatched door. “All packed up and ready to go.”

“Well don’t tell your father that,” her mother gave a small chuckle. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Okay, I’ll get change and come down,” Marinette replied.

Marinette quickly changed into her pajamas so she could jump into bed after dinner. These pajamas were thicker, made from wool as the snow started covering the glittering city. The Dupain-Cheng shared a dinner of Boeuf Bourguignon, potato gratin and hot chocolate for dessert. Pleasantries were passed around along with reminders from parents to take care of herself and to bundle up when leaving the resort.

After dinner wrapped up, Marinette dashed back into her room, doing last-minute checks on her stuff. Just as she finished, her phone rang. Apprehensive, she picked up her phone and sighed in relief. Tapping on the video chat button, her screen opened up to reveal a familiar elder fiddling with his own cell.

“Ah! Marinette good to see you...hold on...” she giggled as Fu’s screen kept moving around the room before finally settling on his face. “There, better! Thank you Wayzz.”

“Yes, thank you, Wayzz,” giggled Marinette.

“Are all packed up and ready to go?” asked Master Fu.

“Yes…” whined Marinette. “You’re like my parents.”

“They mean you well,” the Chinese man smiled. “This trip will be good for you.”

“Will you be alright by yourself?” she asked.

“Marinette, I am over a hundred years old. I can handle a little frozen weather. You should have seen the blizzards and snowstorms they had near the temple when I was your age!"

“But what about Hawkmoth? What if he…”

“Do not worry about him,” Master Fu waved off her concern. “Around this season, he’s more subdued due to Nooro’s sensitivity to the cold.”

“Speaking of ‘sensitivity to the cold,’” Marinette turned to Tikki, who was snuggled up in one of her pigtails.

“Insect like ladybugs and butterfly usual hibernate during the colder months,” explained Master Fu. “Even if Tikki and Nooro aren't actual insects, they do share similarities in their nature and habits."

“Good thing I made some tiny jackets and mittens for Tikki here,” Marinette teased, patting her kwami on the head.

“She should be fine. We did a regular healing session, so she won’t fall ill while on the trip,” replied Master Fu. “So I suggest you take full advantage of your time to have fun while up in the mountains. Just be warned that snowstorms are sudden, so stick close to shelter.”

"Are you sure it is alright for me to leave for this trip?” asked Marinette. “I can cancel…”

“No, no, no,” Master Fu wagged his finger at her. “This trip is for you to enjoy yourself. No Miraculous usage. No akuma attacks. Take this time to relax and replenish your energy.”

Despite Fu’s insistence, Marinette still felt a bit nervous about leaving Paris unprotective for such a length of time. With both her and Chat Noir – he was also going out of town! What are the odds?! – out of the city, Hawkmoth might take this as an opportunity to wreak havoc upon Parisian citizens.

Fu smiled and assure her that Hawkmoth would be too busy to do any sort of attack. How could he be so confident that Hawkmoth wouldn’t attack while she was gone? Marinette didn’t get a direct response, just a wink from the elder man and a giggle from his kwami. His secrecy to certain things was still in effect. The pigtailed girl just sighed and took the guardian’s word for it.

Truthfully, she felt grateful to have time for herself. Even if she didn't hang out with her friends, her time was still stretched between akuma attacks, classes, commissions, and homework. Top it off with Lila's manipulation and isolation, her stress levels were through the roof. Two weeks away at a luxurious resort seemed like a perfect opportunity for her. Even with Lila there.

“Marinette! Light’s out!” her mother’s voice called out from below. “You don’t want to be tired for tomorrow.”

“You best go to bed,” replied Master Fu. “We shall talk another day.”

“Goodnight, Master Fu,” replied Marinette before ending the call.

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Adrien sighed as he finished his disappointing dinner – a small piece of salmon with a dry salad, water and a piece of bread – before heading back to his room. His house echoed with the bitter December winds, creating a cacophony of loud, wailing noises. Such noises would normally cause people to assume the home was haunted, but Adrien just took it as a sign that he was alone.

Both Gabriel and Nathalie had been busy throughout the entire week, getting ready for next year’s Spring fashion line and fulfilling the last of the orders for his winter collection. All staffers were excused for the holidays. Even Gorilla had been scarcely seen in the past few days, sticking to his driving duties as Adrien's modeling schedule was wrapping up. Had it not been for Plagg and Nino’s skype calls, the blonde believed he would go mad.

Speaking of Plagg, the tiny cat was busy stuffing his face with his signature camembert cheese. “How was dinner?” he asked, voice muffled by cheese.

Adrien shrugged his shoulder as he sat on his bed. “By the way,” continued Plagg. “Your friend texted you a few minutes ago.”

Smiling, Adrien snatched his phone and read all his messages. Most of them were from Chloe, some from his classmate, but his most recent was from Nino.

Nino: Hey! You ready?

Adrien: Yep! Everything is all packed up.

Nino: I’m so stoked for this trip! It’s going to be awesome! I looked up online and this place has an underground dance room. Think we can sneak in and use it?

Adrien: I’m sure if we ask, they’ll let us use it. Or Chloe could ask.

Nino: Aww, but that takes out the fun of it :(

Adrien: I just don’t want to get in trouble

Nino: Ah yes, the sunshine child. Mr. Goody-two shoes.

Adrien: Hey! I can be bad! I can be a rebel!

Nino: Dude, I can’t believe you typed that XD Sorry to tell you this, but you’re probably the last person that I can see breaking the rules.

Adrien chuckled at reading that. He could only imagine what Nino would think if he told him that most of his night was spent hopping off rooftops in black leather. Probably laugh, thinking he was joking.

Adrien: You never know, I may surprise you!

Nino: Sure~ anyway, we're are rooming together right?

Adrien: Yeah, Chloe made sure to put us together. We're on the fifth floor, #512

Nino: Sweet! Do you know where everyone else is?

Adrien: Not everyone. Chloe showed me the room placements and our class is on the fifth floor.

Nino: So the entire fifth floor is ours? Nice! Party all night!

Adrien: I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Mme. Mendeleiev and her class are on the floor below us. Do you want to disturb her with your music?

Nino: Uh…did I say party all night? I mean going to bed on time and making no noise after curfew.

Adrien: Smart. I’ll just ask Chloe if we can use the dance room.

Nino: Fine, we’ll go the easy way. Gotta go, mom’s telling me to go to bed. Talk to you tomorrow. Night.

Adrien: Night.

After sending his text, Adrien quickly changed into his pajamas and went over his luggage again. Even though Nathalie told him to leave things as is, no changes or add ons, Adrien thought it best to sneak in some games and emergency cheese for Plagg. And his father’s birthday scarf.

“I cannot wait for the trip,” Adrien smiled, giddy with excitement. His formerly sober mood gone and replaced with that of unbridled joy.

Class had been, for lack of a better term, tense in the past few months. Ever since Marinette was nearly expelled. And while the class did apologize and Marinette accepted, he could see the hurt and pain in her eyes. Like she didn’t believe them and was accepting their apology to be polite. And even after the incident, Lila kept lying and trying to attack Marinette, though indirectly this time.

Marinette's solution to all this: avoiding everyone in class like the plague.

He could see it: the excuses, the non-verbal answer, the fact that she physically kept her distance from them when in a group. Not to mention the fact that she had mentioned multiple times that she was helping with her parents' deliveries, only for Chat Noir to spot her on the opposite side of the city sketching or shopping. Not like he could confront her with that. Most likely it will cause her to distance herself further from the group. He hated that she was pulling away and he hated that he couldn't do anything about it.

But maybe this trip could change all that! A small resort filled with activities and games, getting in the early holiday spirit, hanging out with the class as a group. Maybe, just maybe, they can rekindle that friendship with Marinette. Maybe Lila will finally back off and leave her alone. Maybe things will finally go back to normal.

“Ugh, why couldn’t you have gotten a tropical vacation,” moaned Plagg. “I hate the cold. Frostbite, cold snaps, blizzards, and worse of all: frozen cheese!”

“They have heating in the resort,” responded Adrien, rolling his eyes. “Your cheese will be fine.”

“Frozen cheese is no laughing matter!” whined Plagg. “I still remember that awful blizzard of ’93. All my stock supply of cheese was frozen over! Cracked! Broken! Even when they thawed out, the flavor and texture turned to mush! Like eating moldy oatmeal!”

“Plagg! Gross!” Adrien gave a disgusted look. “I don’t need to hear that.”

“And I don’t need to suffer the consequences of frozen cheese!” Plagg wept.

“Well keep that whining to a minimum when we’re at the resort since the rooms are shared,” the blonde remarked.

Plagg groaned. “Great. So not only do I have to suffer through cheese freezing, I’ll be spending my days being stuffed inside a bag.”

“You’ll stay in the room while I’m out with my friends. Just be careful if any maids or cleaning staff come in.”

“Whatever.”

“And try not to stink up the room when you eat,” he stated. “I don’t want to get weird looks from my friends.”

Plagg continued to groan even louder, annoying Adrien. “I promise if you stay as quiet as a mouse and not cause trouble for the entire trip, I’ll buy you a whole crate of fancy imported cheese.”

“…what kind of cheese?” questioned Plagg.

“Every kind,” Adrien smirked. “Hard and soft. From abertam cheese to xynotyro. Just promise to be on your best behavior and it will all be yours.”

“…very well,” Plagg straighten himself out. "I'll be a good kitty. Heck, I'll act like one of those snooty, pageant cats that are on TV." The kwami gave a fake lick to his paw and meowed in a condescending tone.

“How about you just stay hidden and we’ll be good.”

“Fine, ruining my fun,” Plagg smirked before landing on the pillow next to Adrien and immediately fell asleep.

Adrien, however, kept going through his phone. Giddiness vibrated through his body as he pictured his next two weeks by himself. It took weeks and weeks of begging and bargaining with his father to even tolerate the idea let alone consider it. But Adrien persevered, getting top grades in his class, nailed all his photoshoots and stuck with his daily schedule – save a few times he had to fight an akuma – before his father looked at the permission sheet.

In the end, it all paid off! His father read over the contract, signed it and had Nathalie go over the details with Mme. Bustier to make sure everything was on the up and up. Mayor Bourgeois and M. Boivin even spoke to him to ensure that no harm would come to the young Adreste while at the Chateau Boivin. Over the top? Yes, but it was normal for Gabriel Adreste. Though it could be forgiven as this would be Adrien's first time away from his father for an extended period.

‘Two weeks on my own,’ Adrien smiled. ‘No hectic schedules. No extra lessons. Just two weeks of having fun and hanging out with my friends!’

“This will be the best vacation ever!” the blonde yawned before falling asleep.

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(I can’t do line break for some reason so apologies for the rows of dots in advance)

Not any spooks in this chapter but its a slow-burn towards the actual actions so please be patience. Next chapter is coming soon <3

#cynical fics #ml #miraculous ladybug #semblance #ml fic #fanfic #fic #thriller

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some-cookie-crumbz · 5 years ago

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Another Set of Updates

Okay, gonna try to keep this as brief as possible!

My poll regarding which Kidge-a-Palooza AU I should turn into a story proper is still available: [here]. I’m gonna leave it up for another week or so, so please give it a vote if you haven’t already!

Chapter 4 of Here (In Your Arms) is up and available: [here].

Chapter 2 of Paint me in Trust is up and available: [here].

Chapter 2(6) of Time, Space and Everything Between is up and available: [here].

Since the update for Time, Space and Everything Between is up, I wanted to clarify a few things about where it’ll be going from hence forth. That information (spoiler free) can be found below for those that are interested.

Okay, so, confession time! This fic wasn’t supposed to become what it is now. Originally, I planned for this fic to be about six/ seven chapters and go in a somewhat different direction than it has. There was going to be an entire chapter dedicated just to the Kogane and Holt families bonding. The rescue of Shiro was going to go almost the same as it did in the series canon, with Keith being kept on Earth with his father using his camouflage device and entering the Garrison in hopes of snuffing out who the Blue Paladin was. The only big changes to it that I intended to make was Keith and Pidge knowing each other prior, Keith actually being a Galra, and when they head back to the shack, they’re greeted by Papa Kogane. From there, I was planning to end the fic with them going through the wormhole and implying events played out mostly the same as canon. But, then I decided I didn’t really like that idea either, so then I thought I’d go the route of letting Keith grow up with the Holt’s. Like, Ethan moving out there and Krolia leaving Keith on Earth to have a tradional human childhood.

As you can see, I didn’t end up doing any of that. And you may be wondering why.

Because the last season of Voltron left me that disappointed but I will admit I had issues with the show even before that Spit-in-the-Face ending but we’ll get there and I was raised by parents who said “If you don’t know how you’d improve something, you shouldn’t be the one to complain about it.”

Well, fine then. I’m gonna do just that.

ALSO I WANT TO CLARIFY that I am NOT saying I could have written the show better than the show runners themselves! I’ve never been in the position(s) they were in. I do, however, have the benefit of hindsight, which allows me to look at where the show succeeded and failed respectively, and take steps that I think would offer a more cohesive, enjoyable story-telling experience as a whole. I am taking the things that I, personally, took issue with, as well as some of the bigger things I’ve seen the fandom at large take issue with. At the end of the day, though, most of these decisions will be made from my own personal desires/ whims (since, you know, ship-feels and all that jazz). I will, however, be open to criticism from any and all who read my fics, so please feel free to tell me what you think does or doesn’t work as we go along.

I’m gonna break this down into four main categories down below; Things I’m Adding, Things I’m Cutting, Things I’m Adjusting, and Cut Fic Content. All but one of these is pretty self-explanatory, I think, but I promise to explain that little oddity when we get there. I’ll also touch on what and why I chose to approach certain things the way that I did.

Things I’m Adding

Melenor and Garett

Queen Melenor is kind of an anomaly in the series, don’t you think? It was kind of implied throughout most of the series proper that she died while Allura was still pretty young, which would have made a lot more sense for both Allura’s relationship with Alfor, as well as why Alfor was so distant from Zarkon when Daibazaal began tattering at the seams. But then Season 8 happened and threw all that out the window! All of a sudden, Melenor’s death suddenly carries this great significance for Allura, to the point she has a hallucination about her. Plus, it also kinda throws a wrench into scenes from the earlier seasons. Allura specifically says “Zarkon killed my Father and my Mother!” but… If Melenor was killed by Zarkon, where was she during the fall of Altea? Why wasn’t she with her daughter and husband in the final moments? And it makes even less sense when you look at that first scene where Allura and Coran were introduced. There were eight pods there. You mean to tell me Alfor didn’t think it might be a good idea to save an extra body or two to help guide Allura as she steps into the role she will have to take once he’s gone? Or even to help with maintaining/ rebuilding the Castle of Lions?

So, I’ve decided to add Melenor as a way to give some more characterization to not only she herself as a character, but also Alfor. Plus, I decided to make use of Garett (whose name I spell differently for reasons), Coran’s son from the original series, too. I think it’d be more fun to have an extra set of hands on board to help maintain the Castle of Lions and teach the Paladins, but maybe closer to their age range. So, we’ll see how things go with adding him to the roster. :3

Backstory for the Blades

This was something that we should have gotten a little bit of exposition on, considering how inflated their importance got. Like, the Blade became instrumental to the functionality of both Voltron and the Rebels due to their intelligence gathering. I think it’d have been kind of cool to see where it all started and what events in specific triggered it into becoming.

More Focus on Team Relationships

I didn’t really feel like the big victory against Zarkon was earned at the end of Season 2. I also didn’t think the team really earned any of their bigger victories, such as against Lotor and Honerva. They never felt like a real team that meshed because they just kinda stuck the same pairs/ clicks together. This was my biggest issue throughout most of the show and I really want to explore the dynamics we never really got to see. There are a few standout relationships that definitely needed some retooling, but I’ll mention those farther down.

More Alien Worlds

Sci-fi and Fantasy are my big genres because I. Fudgin. Love seeing the designs for different technology, worlds and races. And while we did get some interesting ones with the series proper - which I’ll be mostly still including - I wish we’d gotten to see more. So, because I have no self-control, I’ll be planning to do that here!

Shiro’s Love Life

Shiro deserved better. I feel like that’s kind of something that most of the fandom can agree on. I don’t say this from a place of hate for Curtis, though, because… Well, what is there to hate? He was a literal background character who did nothing, said maybe two lines of dialogue, and that was it. Considering how much they pushed Shiro being the rep for the LGBT+ crowd, they did literally nothing with his love life. Hell, Adam was only revealed as his fiance because Bex fought tooth and nail for them to say it! If they hadn’t pushed the way they did, it would have all been subtext.

So, Shiro is going to have a romantic side plot in this fic, where we’ll focus on him and the character I’ve picked to be his partner.

Minor Side Romances

Some other little side pairings are gonna get a bit of love, here, too, since Voltron really only did the romance side of things well with, like, two couples. All the main couples are also gonna get plenty of spotlight, but I also think it would be fun to do some smaller side ships every now and then, too.

Things I’m Cutting

Villain Roulette

There was way too much jumping back and forth between who our main villain to focus on was. Bam, it’s Zarkon! No, wait, now it’s Lotor! Just kidding, here comes Zarkon again! Except that it was actually Lotor! Or so you thought; it’s actually Honerva haha great prank amiright? It was exhausting and I think it’d be a lot simpler to just… Stick with one villain who controls the smaller monster-of-the-day bad guys for an extended period of time and, once they’re for reals defeated, then move on to the next. I’ll be taking this approach for the sake of not only having a more focused story, but also my own sanity. I’ve never been good at gambling so trying the same thing as the show would probably turn out even worse for me.

Keith’s Excellent Blade Adventure with His Mommy

This is all unnecessary in this story, so we won’t be doing it at all. Keith’s sorry purple tail is staying with Team Voltron; no buts, no fuss, no coconuts.

Shiro’s Illness and Adam’s Death

Adam’s death is something I could go on about for hours specifically because it seemed unfair and kinda petty. Like, I feel they killed him specifically because they couldn’t kill Shiro, and they wanted to amp up the Tragic Backstory for our prior leader. So, instead, that’s getting the boot, as well as Shiro’s illness, since it’s also unneeded for plot convenience. Plus, it could have been nice to have a character that was willing to call Shiro out on the Atlus. Shiro always got treated like some kind of flawless entity, and I think it’d been nice to have someone call that Nice Guy Schtick out.

Allura and the Entity Plotline

This whole thing made no sense, got no proper development because of how late into the game they introduced it, and ended up being nothing more than a tool for them to kill Allura off. So, that can GTFO of my house post haste.

The Ending as a Whole

Some parts of the ending worked, but most of it just sucked. When the ending is so bad that it makes me feel obligated to stan characters I was ambivalent/ outright disliked? Yeah, gonna need to walk that back a bit.

Most of Seasons 3-6

The pacing in these seasons really was terrible. We derailed working on the team dynamic, building up the Coalition and Rebel forces, and developing the Paladins’ characters to instead focus on all that shit with Lotor. That… Was infuriating. Especially considering it was all basically a waste.

Additionally, we had Keith sidelined and his arc - which was clearly going to be center around him learning how to be a leader - completely pushed aside and then treated as if it did happened when he showed up late with Starbucks at the end of Season 6. That felt really unbelievable to me.

Time Skips

There were way too many time skips, for serious. Especially when those time skips didn’t include any kind of change in development/ character for the team. There’ll be smaller time skips, but nothing as egregious as what we got in seasons 6 and 7.

Things I’m Adjusting

Lion Swap

This’ll still be happening, but the circumstances that trigger it will be different. I may also shift around who gets to take which Lion when we get to that point. I haven’t decided just yet, but I’ll have it figured out before we reach that point. Most of this fic is already planned out and, honestly, the Lion Swap will be finalized once I figure out what I’m doing with a few of the other characters.

Shiro and Keith’s Relationship

This, right here? This was one of my biggest issues with Voltron. Keith was completely codependent on Shiro, while Shiro clearly cared about Keith’s well-being but it always felt like he’d have been just fine if something similar to what happened to him happened to Keith. It’s just… Really gross to me. It doesn’t help that I also find the whole “Dying for Your Lover” Trope – which I’ve seen a lot of people praise The Black Paladins for implying - to be incredibly disgusting and unhealthy. Also Keith’s flagrant hypocrisy never getting called out bothers me a lot since I actually like when a character behaves in a hypocritical manner, since it feels organic, but it has to be called out because hypocrisy can lead to double-standards and create harmful environments and I need to stop for now

So, Keith and Shiro are still going to be close, but they aren’t going to be that close.

Keith and Allura’s Relationship

Oh, look! Another potentially interesting aspect of the show that they kinda dropped the ball on! I really hated Allura’s heel-turn on Keith when it’s revealed that he’s Galra in S2 because a) It’s not like Keith himself knew this and was actively hiding it, and b) It felt out of character for the way Allura had been presented thus far. Her lashing out at Zarkon when she was captured made sense since he directly killed her father, her people and her planet. And I could understand being wary of the Blades – to the extent that she was in the first half – but after Keith’s heritage is revealed, she’s completely cold to him and only seems to decide he’s a good guy when he’s willing to take on a potential suicide mission! They either needed to drag the animosity out and show it effecting Allura’s ability to work with the team as a whole and also show the team sticking up for Keith because the fact that Hunk was the only one that said anything is kinda messed up like where tf was Shiro if he and Keith are oh so close? or they needed to tone Allura’s attitude towards him back a bit more, have her approach him in a manner similar to how she addressed the Blade members; acknowledging he is there and contributing, but not praising or thanking him outright.

And since Keith presents and knows he’s part Galra from the start in this fic? Well, we’ll actually get to play around with that dynamic a little more. And while I’m on the subject of our favorite Altean princess…

Allura’s Character Inconsistencies

Allura’s character jumped around a lot in some of the earlier seasons and I’d be willing to wager that this is because the writers never settled on an age for her. And I don’t mean during the big changes like her becoming a Paladin or Lotor’s betrayal, since it’d make sense she be shaken by situations that drastic. One minute, she’s this composed, confident and well-spoken young leader doing the best she can. The next, she’s a more temperamental sort who has low self-esteem/ confidence in her own abilities to even successfully contribute to a team. Now, I think I kniw what they were trying to do; they were trying to show that the more impulsive side of her is more genuine while the composed side is her trying to be the leader she is expected to be. I get it. They fixed this and improved on it later down the line, but they could have done better by maybe addressing it and using it as a chance to develop her relationship with another member or two of Team Voltron.

Season 2’s Ending

The defeat of Zarkon happened way too soon. Especially since then, because they wanted to play around with Lotor’s intentions, they had to bring him back as a cyborg-zombie fueled by quintessence. Zarkon should have only been defeated once and then we should have been allowed to move on to the next main villain. As such, I’m moving Zarkon’s defeat further down the line and will be modifying some of the consequences there in.

P Much Everything About Lotor’s Acr/ Motives

Lotor… Man, Lotor was confusing and a lot of wasted potential. They painted him as if they wanted him to be a morally grey villain, where he does terrible things for what he considers the betterment of others, but then, once it’s revealed that he was keeping secrets, he just… Goes full ham. He becomes Evil McAwful incarnate and it felt unrealistic. There were about 20 different directions they could have taken Lotor – before and after the reveal – and I just didn’t care for the approach they took. So, I’ll be doing things a little different and seeing how that goes.

What I’m Keeping from Seasons 3-6

Very, very little things are going to be kept from each of the aforementioned seasons and implemented in the fic. I’m not planning to keep too many of the big plot moments because they all bled into the issues I had with the story as it stood on its own. I will, however, take some of the small things from those three seasons and include them here. This also applies to certain elements from the other seasons as well, but we’ll get there when we get there.

Adopting Kosmo

Kosmo will be in this fic, come Hell or high water. He is the Best Boi and deserves to be here.

Cut Fic Content

Okay, so here’s the weird one in this line up! As the title implies, there’s some content that I have cut from the fic, even this early on. I actually have some of the Kogane-Holt bonding scenes still drafted up somewhere in my files. I removed them because I was worried that they’d feel too much like filler. There’s also some scenes I started to work out from when I planned to have Keith grow up with Pidge and Matt; specifically including a scene where Krolia and Ethan talk about the idea and decide to commit.

Some of these ideas won’t work in the fic as it stands now, though. I also, however, like the idea of putting it out for everyone to read. So, I’m debating on making a separate one-shot collection of things that could have happened, or just adding them as the occasional buffer between the arcs of the story. I’ll make a poll when I get closer to the point of deciding how to proceed, so keep an eye out for that. :3

That’s all for now! I hope you all enjoy the updates and I’ll hopefully be updating again sooner than this time!

#crumbles grumbles #info dump about my fics #I was planning to hold off on updating until I responded to all my current comments #But I was way too excited about having these ready to go!

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silverlightqueen · 6 years ago

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Olympus - Kim Seokjin

Dionysus, God of wine, fruitfulness, parties, festivals, madness, chaos, drunkenness, vegetation, ecstasy and the theatre, and Hestia, Goddess of the hearth, home and chastity

(greekgod!au, Dionysus!Seokjin x Hestia)

Summary - High up in the clouds of Mount Olympus, the tallest of its kind in the ancient country of Greece, live a community of the most powerful beings to exist on this Earth. Their communities are not unlike those that they watch over, those of the humans. A clear political, economic and social hierarchy exists between the beings, some ruling over the others, some more wealthy than the others, some more powerful than the others. Their lives are much like those of humans, all of them working and living in homes with their families, normal names, normal jobs, normal lives. Some could even be considered ordinary. But those that are considered ordinary… our stories do not focus on those. Our stories focus on those that are positively extraordinary, to say the least. Our stories focus on seven Gods and seven Goddesses, powerful and strong, learning the most basic and human thing to exist; love.

Word Count: 4.3k+

a/n: so as y’all can probably guess from the summary, this is gonna be a seven part series (each part is gonna be kinda short though) and this is the first part (it’s kinda short and it hasn’t been proofread yet lol yeet). I really hope y’all enjoy this and please give me feedback💕Also this is in no way accurate to Greek mythology and I totally just put together the different gods and goddesses whose personalities I thought would go together lmao😭

Warnings: none except I wouldn’t read this if you’re a super religious Christian bc they kinda speak ill of Virgin Mary😬

Character List:

Kim Seokjin – Dionysus

Min Yoongi – Hades

Jung Hoseok – Hephaestus

Kim Namjoon – Apollo

Park Jimin – Poseidon

Kim Taehyung – Ares

Jeon Jungkook – Hermes

‘Dionysus, come on. It’s time to go!’ Apollo says, pulling on the arm of his friend who flirts drunkenly with a group of women at the bar. ‘Not yet, Poll, I’m just making some new friends!’ he says, putting his arms around Apollo, whose face scrunches up in disgust. ‘You reek of wine. Come on, we’ve got work in the morning. Zeus won’t be impressed if you’re late, or drunk,’ Apollo says, tugging his friend out of the bar. ‘Finally,’ Ares huffs, the other five men waiting in a circle around the entrance to the bar. ‘It’s getting embarrassing, Di. We’re gonna have to start leaving you at home next time we go out,’ Hermes says, holding the man up along with Apollo. Dionysus waves them off, standing upright by himself, and Apollo shrugs at Hermes. ‘I live up to my name, that’s all,’ Dionysus says, and the other men shake their heads. ‘I’ve got to go, guys, I’m running late. Got a long way to go, and all that,’ Poseidon says solemnly, and the other Gods nod, bidding him goodbye. ‘I should probably go, too. Can I get a lift, P?’ Hades says as Poseidon mounts his winged horse, his white fur rippled with brilliant blue. ‘Come on,’ Poseidon says with a tilt of his head, and Hades jumps onto the back of his horse. ‘See you in the morning,’ Hades says before the two brothers go flying off into the clouds, disappearing from sight.

The sky is darkening, navy blue, royal blue, pink, orange and lilac all interwoven amongst each other, stars beginning to sparkle brightly. ‘Nyx did a good job tonight,’ Hermes says, and Hephaestus huffs loudly. ‘Don’t talk about her. Every time I’m getting somewhere with my work, the sky goes so dark and I’m forced to call it a day. It’s like she does it on purpose,’ he sighs, annoyed, and Apollo pats him on the back sympathetically. ‘Maybe she’s just looking out for you, H. She’s a nice girl,’ Apollo says, and Hephaestus just rolls his eyes in annoyance. ‘Can we get going, please? I need to get to bed, I’ve got an early start tomorrow, and I don’t want Athena to beat me to it,’ Ares complains, and the men begin walking in the direction of their houses, all five of which are near to one another. ‘Wait, guys. Where’s Di?’ Hermes asks, the four men stopping in their tracks and looking around for their friend who is no longer stood with them. ‘Oh, for fuck’s sake,’ Ares mutters. ‘Di! Dionysus!’ Hephaestus shouts. ‘H, shut up!’ Hermes says, clapping a hand over the other’s mouth, ‘it’s late, people are asleep!’ ‘Right, I’m going,’ Ares says, beginning to walk away. ‘Ares,’ Apollo says pleadingly. ‘No, Poll, he’s a fully-grown God, he can look after himself. It’s not like he’s gonna die or anything, he’s immortal. He’ll sober up in a ditch somewhere and worst comes to worst, he’ll miss work tomorrow. It’s not the end of the world, the humans will just have to go without fun for a day,’ Ares rants. ‘He’s right, guys, come on. Let’s just go,’ Hephaestus says, and the four men continue on their way home.

Dionysus, however, is going in the opposite direction to his home. Stumbling down an unlit alley, he calls out for his friends, having seen a cat, followed it, and now got lost. ‘Poll! Ares! P! Hades! Herm! H!’ he shouts, none of them answering. The people that live on that road are beginning to look out of their windows in annoyance, wondering what’s disturbing their sleep. ‘Ares! Hades! Herm! Poll! H! P!’ he shouts again, turning the corner onto a wider road and tripping over onto the floor. A door to his left opens then, warm yellow light spilling out onto the dark gravel of the road. ‘Can you help me? Do you know where my friends are?’ Dionysus calls out to the figure stood in the door way. The figure grows bigger and closer, casting a shadow over Dionysus, before they stop right beside him, bending down to help him up. The mysterious figure leads him into their abode and they shut the door behind them hastily. When the figure turns to look at Dionysus, who’s leaning against the wall tiredly, having sobered slightly due to his panic, he realises it’s a woman.

A woman he’s never seen before, beautiful and unearthly, her hazel hair braided at her crown, the rest spilling out over her shoulders like liquid chocolate, her skin as clean and pure as marble. ‘Pardon my intrusion, madam, but I lost my friends in a drunken state, and I’m not quite sure where it is I am. If you could just give me directions to God’s End, please, and I’ll be on my way,’ he says, their eyes on each other. ‘It can’t be… Dionysus?’ she asks, her voice melodious, the best sound he’d ever heard. ‘Indeed, that is I,’ he says, holding out a hand. She takes it and he presses a gentle kiss to her soft skin. ‘May I ask of your name?’ he says, letting go of her hand, drinking her in. ‘Hestia,’ she replies quietly, and he realises why he’s never seen her before. Hestia’s the Goddess of hearth, home and chastity. A blush colours her cheeks slightly as Dionysus’ eyes bore into her, her thoughts definitely not coinciding with what she should practice. His body, slim and tall, is clad in a tight armour, showing every bend and curve of his subtle muscles, his dark hair spilling out onto his forehead, and his lips, pink and plump, mouth words at her.

‘Pardon?’ she breathes out, realising he’s talking. ‘I asked for directions, your grace,’ he says, and she nearly chokes, shocked at being called your grace by a God, one of the highest rank, no less. Yes, Hestia is powerful, but Dionysus is one of the ancient ones, part of Zeus’ own inner circle. ‘I- to God’s End?’ she asks, and he nods. ‘Come through into here,’ she says, leading him from the foyer into the living room. ‘Come, sit beside the fire. You’re soaked through,’ she says, pulling an armchair up beside the hearth and pushing him into it. It’s only then that Dionysus realises that she’s right, he is soaked through, and it must have been raining outside. ‘Here,’ Hestia says, throwing a warm blanket over him, and he wonders why she’s being so nice, before remembering that it’s in her nature as Goddess of the home. ‘Would you like something to drink or eat?’ she asks. ‘Have you any wine?’ he asks, and she raises a sceptical eyebrow. ‘Forgive me for asking, your grace, but am I right in thinking that a touch too much wine led you into this situation?’ she asks, and he lets out a loud laugh at her shrewd intelligence. ‘So I thought. I’ll bring you some tea,’ she says, disappearing out of the room.

When she returns, Dionysus has completely warmed up, the fire having worked wonders. He suspects some sort of spell from Hephaestus. She pushes the tea into his hands, watching to make sure he drinks it all, and once he’s done, she takes the mug from him in an instant. ‘Thank you for your hospitality, your grace, but I must get going now,’ he says, beginning to rise from his seat. ‘Why don’t you stay? You don’t seem to be in a fit state to travel home now, as God’s End is somewhat of a trek from here, and hospitality and homeliness is part of my duties,’ she offers shyly. ‘Your duties for the humans, not for Olympians. Thank you for your offer, my lady Hestia, but I cannot accept. I would not want to rid of your chaste status,’ Dionysus says, and Hestia’s eyes grow wide, her face reddening rapidly. ‘That came out wrong, that’s not what I meant in the slightest. I meant to say I don’t want to rid of your status with Zeus. If he got wind of me staying the night with you, he’ll get ideas, as everyone does about me and my reputation,’ the God explains himself, and Hestia nods in understanding, her heart rate rocketing. ‘I’m sure Zeus would be angrier to hear I am not fulfilling my duties, which are for humans and Olympians alike, for the two are not so distant from one another,’ she says, and Dionysus hesitates. Hestia notices his hesitation and jumps on it. ‘You’re staying, it’s decided,’ she says. He nods, succumbing to her persuasion, and she leads him upstairs.

She shows him to a room, finds him some clean clothes, and waits outside whilst he changes. ‘Goodnight, Dionysus,’ she says as he climbs into bed. ‘Goodnight, fair lady Hestia,’ he replies, holding a hand out once more. She places hers in his and he presses his lips to her hand again, his chocolate eyes locked on her sky-blue ones. Before he acts on impulse and pulls her down on top of him. She lets out a small shriek as she lands on him, and he brushes a lock of her hair aside. ‘A thousand pardons, my lady, but you’re too fair to resist, and I would not be fulfilling my duty as the God of Ecstasy if I were to resist the temptation to enjoy beautiful things. If you would like me to stop, please say so,’ he says, rolling over so he lays atop of her. ‘Dionysus, I’m the Goddess of Chastity. What example would I be setting?’ she says, an undercurrent of amusement in her shocked tone. ‘Hestia, the humans look up to that Virgin Mary, don’t they? Science proves that virgins that bear children are not exactly virgins. If their beloved Virgin Mary isn’t chaste, why should you be?’ he reasons with her. ‘Virgin Mary is a fictional character based loosely on a young girl from centuries ago. I am very much real, Dionysus,’ she says. ‘Indeed, you are. Real, and beautiful,’ he says, a hand caressing her cheek. ‘Your attempts to seduce me will be fruitless, Dionysus. I am a lady of my word, a lady of celibacy, chastity,’ she says. ‘A chaste lady, a celibate lady, can still grace the lips of another with her own, surely? Will you deny me a kiss?’ he asks, and she hesitates, wanting him just as much as he wants her. ‘I will not deny you a kiss, my lord,’ she says, and instantly, his soft lips brush hers gently. Her hand snakes around his neck, pulling him closer to her, and their kiss quickly converts from gentle to rough in the space of seconds.

That night, Dionysus more than fulfilled her duty, whilst Hestia neglected hers greatly, her chastity broken. The following morning, when she awakens in Dionysus’ room, her body bare, she is greeted by Zeus stood at the window, watching her intently. ‘Hestia, I’m surprised,’ his deep voice rumbles into the room as she sits up, nervous. ‘A thousand apologies, my lord. I have neglected my duties greatly, and for that I ask your forgiveness,’ she says humbly, bowing her head. ‘No, my dear, I am not surprised at your eventual loss of chastity. I’m merely surprised at who it was that took it. I had always predicted it would be one of my brothers, both of whom have broken many chaste ladies’ resolves in their times. I suppose it’s fitting that the God of Chaos was the one to break your strong resolve,’ he says, and she coughs, shocked. ‘But aren’t you angry? I am no longer chaste,’ she says, and he chuckles deeply. ‘There are not many that are, Hestia. I am not angry, not in the slightest. But you do understand that now you must make an honest man of Dionysus. If word were to get out about the two of you, about you breaking your chastity before marriage, there’d be talk and uproar. Marry him, and you will have fulfilled your duties. You’ve stayed chaste for centuries, more than can be said for the rest of us on Olympus,’ he chuckles, and Hestia can’t believe her luck. ‘Thank you, my lord,’ she says, bowing her head once more. ‘Don’t thank me yet. Dionysus must agree to marry you after all,’ he says before disappearing into thin air, leaving her with a sense of dread.

When Hestia turns to look up at her companion, he’s looking up at her sleepily. ‘Am I correct in believing that Zeus was stood in that very spot a moment ago?’ he asks sleepily, and Hestia nods, worriedly. ‘Oh, no, are you in trouble? My deepest apologies, your grace,’ he says, sitting up hastily. ‘I’m not in trouble, he’s not angry in the slightest. But he… he says we must… marry,’ she forces out, and he blinks. ‘Marry? As in have a wedding?’ he asks, and she nods, not teasing him due to being in shock too. ‘Well, do you want to marry me?’ he asks. ‘Not particularly. I barely know you,’ she replies, not worrying about being rude. ‘I’m so glad you said that, because I feel the same,’ he says. ‘So what do we do then?’ she asks. ‘Isn’t it obvious? We get married, we can’t not follow Zeus’ instructions. But then we divorce after a few months. They can’t blame either of us for that, right?’ he suggests, and she nods. And so, a wedding is prepared. Olympus is a flurry of activity, everyone getting ready for the wedding of the God of Chaos and the Goddess of Chastity. Over the following weeks, the two had to act like a couple every time someone is around and become close friends whilst no one is around. They’re like the best of friends together, finishing each other’s sentences. He makes terrible jokes, she rolls her eyes at them, trying not to laugh. He cooks her amazing food and makes her amazing wine, and she empties her plate and glass out of gratitude. Never had a God and Goddess been so close.

And then the wedding day arrives. ‘It’ll be fine, darling. Don’t worry,’ Athena says, sat cross-legged on the floor in her navy blue dress, matching to the other five bridesmaids, a Hydrangea flower crown askew atop her silver locks. ‘Thena, sit on a chair, you’ll crease your dress. And stop frowning, Tia, you’ll get lines in your foundation,’ Aphrodite says, fussing about. ‘You need to not worry, too, A. You’ll stress Tia out even more,’ Demeter says, watching the activity from the window sill, amused at the chaos. ‘You’re not getting cold feet, are you? Because if you are, I’ll totally sneak you out of this bitch,’ Nem says conspiratorially, and Hestia gives her a weak smile. ‘You can’t call a church ‘this bitch’, Nem,’ Aphrodite groans, fixing a flower crown onto the girl’s fiery red hair. ‘Okay, I know that smile was supposed to reassure us that you don’t have cold feet, Tia, but that totally did the opposite. And made you look like you have diarrhoea,’ Nyx says, brushing through her lilac hair. ‘Nyx! You can’t tell a bride that she looks like she has diarrhoea!’ Hemera exclaims, and Nyx shrugs. ‘Don’t listen to Nyx, you look beautiful, Tia, thanks to me, of course. Di won’t know what’s hit him,’ Aphrodite says, her voice muffled due to her head being buried in the wardrobe, looking for Hestia’s shoes.

‘Tia, can I come in?’ Hermes’ muffled voice comes from the other side of the door, and Hestia looks around to see if anyone’s indecent before answering, ‘Yeah.’ Hermes enters tentatively, looking around like a lost puppy until his eyes meet Hestia’s. ‘You have to walk down the aisle in, like, twenty minutes, so I thought I’d come warn you,’ he says, the knot of nerves in Hestia’s stomach getting a little tighter. ‘Thanks, Herm,’ she replies shakily. ‘Are you nervous? You wanna cancel? Because I’ll totally sneak you out into a different realm,’ Hermes offers, and Nem points at him. ‘Now that is my kinda guy,’ she says, and Hermes gives her a nervous smile, obviously intimidated (who wouldn’t be?). ‘No, Herm, I’m nervous but not enough to cancel. Thank you for letting me know, though,’ she says, and he leaves with a nod and a smile. ‘He’s cute,’ Hemera says shyly, and the girls all start shrieking, Hestia momentarily forgetting her nerves and getting caught up in the gossip. ‘I can hook you two up if you want, at the reception?’ Hestia offers, Hemera’s face reddening, hidden behind her blonde locks. ‘No, I just think he’s cute, that’s all,’ she says quietly, the girls teasing her. ‘Listen, Tia, don’t stress. It’ll all be fine. You and Di love each other, everyone can see it. Just watching the two of you together, it’s obvious. We’ll be right beside you every step of the way, okay?’ Demeter says quietly so none of the others can hear. But she’s wrong. They don’t love each other, it’s all an act. This is like a cruel punishment to show her she should’ve stayed chaste. Di doesn’t love her, and she doesn’t love him. They’re just friends, nothing more. Yes, she still finds him staggeringly attractive, but she’s also hit with the urge to strangle him because of his stupid jokes at least four times a day. He’s like an annoying friend that you don’t really like but keep around anyway. ‘Thanks, Dem, I appreciate it,’ Hestia says sincerely.

The twenty minutes disappears quickly in a flurry of last-minute activity, fixing hair and makeup, pulling on shoes and jewellery, finding bouquets. And then it’s time to go in. Before Hestia even knows it, she’s stood outside the door of the church, her friends all lined up in front of her. ‘My offer still stands, Tia. We can make our escape, go live in the underworld or something. Hades won’t mind,’ Nemesis whispers, stood in front of Hestia, who shakes her head with a feeble laugh. ‘Nem, stop offering to smuggle Tia out of her wedding!’ Aphrodite hisses, and Nemesis pulls a face at the back of her head, the other girls giggling. ‘Hestia, my dear,’ Zeus’ booming voice comes from beside Hestia where he’s just appeared. ‘Zeus,’ Hestia says by way of greeting, all of the girls bowing their heads to him. ‘Would you like me to walk you in?’ Zeus asks, and Hestia nods out of fear of tripping or fainting. The girls begin going in one-by-one, and Zeus asks her under his breath, ‘Do you love him yet?’ ‘No,’ Hestia whispers back, and he chuckles. ‘Does he love you?’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh, Hestia, all those years of living alone, never leaving home for more than an hour, really has made you so blind,’ Zeus says as they reach the doors, their turn to go in.

The bridal march sounds through the church, Hestia and Zeus walking forward down the aisle. Di’s six groomsmen stand in a line, dressed smartly in black tuxes, watching her, and Hestia’s six bridesmaids stand in a line opposite them, looking ethereal in their matching dresses, also watching her. And then Hestia locks eyes with Dionysus, and it’s like a wave hits her. He looks so handsome, dressed in a blue velvet jacket and a pair of black fitted trousers, watching her walk towards him. His chocolate eyes are crinkled due to his plump lips being curled up into a smile, and a tear drips from the inner corner of one eye. How could she not have realised it? Of course she’s in love with him. She has been from the start. She knew who he was when she heard him shouting in the street, only pretended that she didn’t, and had knowingly let the God of chaos into her house, made him stay the night. She’d only fallen more and more in love with him over the past few weeks. But he didn’t love her back. The thought hurt her heart and tears came to her eyes as she reached the altar, stood almost beside him. Zeus presses a kiss to the top of her head before taking a seat, leaving the two of them stood together. ‘You’re so beautiful, Tia. I’m so in love with you,’ he whispers, lifting her veil over her head, his breath taken away at her beauty. ‘You mean it?’ she whispers back. ‘I do,’ he confirms with a nod, and she believes it.

The ceremony goes without a hitch, the two saying their vows with honesty and affection, their friends and family shedding tears at the beautiful ceremony. The reception is chaotic, as one would expect, and everyone enjoys themselves immensely. After hours of dancing, drinking and mingling, just Dionysus, Hestia and their close friends are left. The newly-weds sit in the corner, watching their friends drink and dance, hands clasped and smiles on faces. ‘You’re my wife, Tia. I’m so lucky to have you as my wife,’ Dionysus murmurs against the skin of her hand and Hestia smiles indulgently at him. ‘I’m the lucky one,’ she replies. ‘Did you hear about the two cell phones that got married? The reception was fantastic,’ Dionysus says, his terrible joke followed by his signature windshield wiper laugh. ‘Oh, my God, Di, I take it back, you’re the lucky one,’ she says, and he clamours for her, Hestia batting him away. ‘Can you believe we weren’t in love when we first got engaged? Now look at us,’ Hestia says, Dionysus’ arms around her. ‘I guess our love was destined in the stars,’ he says. ‘I get the feeling Aphrodite had some kind of input,’ Hestia says, and Dionysus laughs. ‘I doubt it. That girl may be the Goddess of love, but she is dense. She complains all the time about not having a boyfriend/husband, but there are men lining up to even get a glimpse of her. She’s the most desired woman around,’ Dionysus says, and Hestia nods in agreement, having heard the rumours herself. ‘We should try and get her with one of your friends,’ Hestia says, and Dionysus laughs. ‘Which one? They’re all insane, save for Poseidon. He’s so serious and solemn, all the time. She’d get bored with him,’ Dionysus says. ‘We’ll see. She’s the Goddess of love, she’ll find someone,’ Hestia says assuredly.

Nemesis appears then, throwing herself into the seat beside the couple. ‘Di, your friends are so cute. Except for Hades, that is,’ she says, injecting venom into the latter half of her speech. ‘Why do you and Hades hate each other so much?’ Dionysus asks, and Hestia rolls her eyes, not wanting to hear this whole long story again. ‘Long story short, he embarrassed her in front of Zeus once and so she dredged up an old embarrassing rumour of his, and now they hate each other,’ Hestia sighs. ‘I was telling Zeus that I haven’t had much work recently, and he said to turn some more K-Pop idols against each other!’ Nemesis says, outraged. ‘Oh, is this about that guy from BTS, and the girl from Twice?’ Dionysus asks. ‘It wasn’t me that turned Jimin and Jeongyeon against each other! I have bigger things to focus on than that!’ she says, annoyed, and Hestia places a hand on her shoulder. ‘What did you dredge up of his?’ Dionysus asks. ‘I brought up Persephone,’ she says, and Dionysus laughs. ‘I didn’t abduct her! She begged to come live with me!’ Hades shouts, having heard the recent end of our conversation. ‘Sure,’ Nemesis says sarcastically, baiting him. ‘Stop with the arguing! It’s Di and Tia’s wedding, it has to be perfect!’ Aphrodite says, drunk on Dionysus’ wine.

Aphrodite drags Nemesis off to the toilet with her, and Hermes soon fills her seat. ‘I should probably get going, Di, I’ve got loads of business in America tomorrow,’ he says sorrowfully. ‘Oh, it’s something to do with the stock exchange, right?’ Hestia asks, and Hermes nods, a sad look on his face. ‘It’s okay, Herm, we understand,’ Dionysus says, and Hermes bids the two goodbye, leaving quietly before the others try to stop him. ‘We should probably shut this down and head back home now, to be fair. It’s late,’ Dionysus says. ‘No! Don’t! We’re all having fun!’ Nyx shouts. ‘There’s only nine of you left,’ Hestia says, doing a quick head count. ‘They’re right, guys, we probably should leave,’ Demeter says, and Apollo nods in agreement, the two sat together beside the dancefloor, probably discussing the something boring like politics or finance. ‘Where’s P?’ Hephaestus asks. ‘Probably gone home, the moody bastard,’ Ares jokes, he and Hades doing shots. ‘Don’t be nasty to him,’ Dionysus says sharply, the God of Chaos having a soft spot for Zeus’ brother. ‘A’s disappeared as well,’ Athena observes, all of them looking around for the Goddess of love. ‘She’s probably gone to see one of her human lovers. You know what she’s like,’ Nyx says, and the boys all gasp, not knowing Aphrodite’s true nature. ‘Nyx! You big mouth!’ Hemera exclaims, outraged on her friend’s behalf. ‘I honestly did not mean to say that out loud,’ Nyx says, her cheeks reddening. ‘If any of you say a single thing about Aphrodite, I will murder every last one of you,’ Nemesis says, wielding a long sword, the boys all holding their hands above their heads. ‘We won’t, we won’t, just please put down the sword,’ Hephaestus says, wincing when she brings the sword near his head. ‘I don’t know why you’re scared, you made the sword, it can’t harm you,’ Ares says with a roll of his eyes, and Hephaestus relaxes.

Eventually, the group begin to troop out of the venue, heading back home, Aphrodite and Poseidon nowhere to be seen. Not once do their friends suspect that they may be together, but that’s a story for another time. Looking back at the day, Hestia is full of contentedness, light and love for her friends and family, and for her husband. All she can think is, ‘Who would’ve thought Chastity and Chaos would be such a perfect match?’

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chimswae · 6 years ago

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Chapter 11

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 3,221

Author Note: I crosspost this story from my Asianfanfic account. Mind you, clicheness OVERLOADS

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Chapter 11: Rekindling an old relationship often burn more brightly.

“Are you Jimin oppa?” they heard the owner of the voice getting closer to them.

Then there was another voice “No no it cant be Jimin oppa. Our oppa is not dating anyone” since they could only see Jimin’s side profile, it was still a big deal. Some fans could recognize even a glimpse of their back head or hands.

Jimin eyed Yeoul intensely not knowing how to react, they felt the air was getting heavy. How on earth they recognized him when this area was practically empty and secluded. This called for trouble.

The girl continued to inquire him “But I remember that cap, that is Jungkook’s. The one with hooks at the end of it. Don’t you think it is familiar Minji-ah?” she blinked confusedly.

Yeoul took a glance at the girl ‘Those are the girls from the street earlier? I thought they didn’t notice’ she nibbled her lower lips nervously.

A girl named Minji replied coyly “Yes right right! I remember that is the cap that Jungkook always wear! Are you really Jimin oppa?” the girl strutted closer to where Jimin and Yeoul stood.

“Your side profile, I cant be wrong! You must be Jimin oppa” her voice rose with a gasp. Both Jimin and Yeoul did not even notice, one of the girls secretly snapped few photos using her cameras as she quickly slipped it inside her pocket. She was so sure the couple’s a little suspicious.

Shit. Think of something Park Jimin. He cussed in his head. Jimin could feel Yeoul shudder in his arm, so he decided to pull fix his mask back to its original position, covering his face. He slowly turned to the girls “I am sorry, I am not Jimin..Who is he?” he muttered.

He kept Yeoul hidden behind him, just in case he failed to convince these girls, they wouldnt be able to hurt her or take pictures of her “You even sound like him..Bangtan Sonyeodan’s Park Jimin” they frowned while crossing their arms.

Yeoul tightened her grip in his hand “I apologize but I am not him. If he is the famous Bangtan Sonyeodan’s Park Jimin, I don’t think he will be wandering around this area?” He was praying inside that these girls would just leave them alone.

“You are right.. But… his hometown is Busan though…” the other girl was in deep thought trying to make sense from this situation.

“If you really are not Jimin oppa why are you wearing mask? Are you a celebrity?” she inquired.

Jimin let out an awkward cough “I have flu. You don’t want me to go around spreading germs aren't you?” he scowled. He had to make sure it did not sound like Jimin. Fans were sharp if he ever said something suspicious, they would get caught.

“Mmm.. girls.. my boyfriend is very sick, I hope you stop interrogating us. And, he is not your Jimin oppa sadly” Yeoul took a brave step from her hidden place. She must do something, couldn’t risk them getting caught red handed right? Dating scandal brings harm.

“Ah…Minji ah.. I forgot, Bangtan oppas will be flying back to Thailand soon for their tour, I don’t think they have time for vacation since their concert is in few days” she shook her friend hands.

“That is impossible but…okay whatever” she pouted. The other girl named Minji was not convinced that the guy in front him was not Jimin. She remembered every details of Jimin and there’s no way he wasn’t Jimin. Never mind, few photos that she took few minutes ago would help her in clearing her doubts and curiosity.

Both of them bowed “We apologize that we mistook you as our Jimin oppa. Guess, you really resemble him. I am sorry unnie and oppa for disturbing your date” Jimin just nodded. What matters now these girls really bought it and were ready to leave them.

Yeoul exhaled a deep breath, feeling at ease for now since the girls seemed to trust Jimin was not actually Jimin. Okay that messed up.

“It is alright.. mmm.. good luck in meeting your oppa?” he wanted to smack himself for saying such awkward phrase. Why was he sending luck to his own fans in meeting him when they already did. After apologizing another time, the girls finally left. Jimin made sure they really left before facing back to scared Yeoul.

“That was nerve wrecking! My heart really stop beating” Yeoul puffed her cheeks.

“I am sorry for that, did not expect they would tail us. They were too curious” he muttered softly.

“You really need to go now, I don’t want to see another fans coming here claiming you are their Jimin oppa” she cringed.

“You are offended”

“No..Why must I?”

“Because you cant call me oppa”

“Duh, please we are at the same age Jimin”

“That’s why you cant call me oppa. Because when a girl oppa-ing her oppa, it is adorable and lovely” he beamed.

“So you think I am not lovely just because I don’t oppa you? Oh wow, you are straight forward. I am chasing you out from my house area” he pushed Jimin lightly, giving him a pat on his back.

“What are you waiting for, go! Your ride is here already” she frowned.

“Park Jimin come on we are late” he heard Namjoon’s voice behind him. He didn’t notice when they arrived, what a party popper. They still had 5 minutes before the curfew over.

Jimin pursed his lips “We are not done, I will make sure to seek my vengeance” the members were watching from the vehicle with a puzzled look.

“Can they stop bickering even just for one day?” Yoongi mumbled.

“I reckon they can do that” said Hoseok.

“Dont be silly, just go. Take care Jims!” her heart was heavy to see Jimin leave. He was ready to enter the vehicle but he turned his heels making his way to Yeoul. Puling her into another breathtaking hug, he trapped her small body closer to his.

“OWWW” others grunted in annoyance as they found the scene before them was cringe worthy. Just wait until they got their own girl, they would be regretting it.

Yeoul giggled and hugged him back “Okay enough enough I could feel others are throwing daggers at us with their glares. Now go, call me when you are free” she smiled brightly hiding the sadness in her. Deep down inside, she hated goodbye the most.

Jimin’s head bobbed like a child as he gave Yeoul a quick peck on her head “Good bye Yeoul. See you again” he hopped on to the backseat, waving at Yeoul for the last time.

“WHAT?” he shrieked when he noticed the members were giving him a wary look.

“You are crazily in love Jimin” his fellow 95-liner smirked.

“Too much love contributes to mental illness” Jin joked.

“So sick… Very sick” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows poking Jimin’s sides.

“Bye Yeoul” Namjoon smiled with a cute wave followed by others. Soon the vehicle skidded leaving the empty neighborhood, she missed Jimin.

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Despite being super busy with tours, Jimin would find free time now and then to video call Yeoul and Minyeol. He was looking forward to fly back to their home country so he could sneak out to meet them. For now, they have completed half of the tours in Asia and they are currently in Manila for two days back-to-back concert.

Today would be their last day in Manila, and as soon as the concert ended they would fly back to Seoul right way to recharge before their next concert in Hong Kong. The waiting room was packed with staffs running here and there to ensure Day 2 concert went well like yesterday. The boys were scattered inside the room with their personal stylist getting touch up for their makeup, until Taehyung and Hoseok let out an excited shriek, adding to the already hectic scene.

“What the..” Namjoon flinched in his seat.

Yoongi who was taking a nap while his stylist fixing the makeup woke up to the noise made the younger boy “The fuck? What is with those jackass” as usual Min Suga foul mouth couldn’t be hinder.

The stylist noona gave him a warning look “Manners Min Yoongi” she shook her head as Yoongi pursed his lips into a slight pout.

“Seems like we are leading the poll for Top Social Artist. Is that even legit?” Taehyung exclaimed with a big grin on his face.

“Tae.. don’t get your hopes up. Wait until the day itself” Namjoon warned. They did not want to put much hope in winning though it would be sad to come home empty handed. On top of that, being in that category alone was a real blessing if they did win the award, things would never be the same. That would be insane and super huge.

Hoseok clasped his hand together with a nod “Nevertheless our fans are amazing. Look at all these twitter mention, they really went all out” he was at the verge of shedding tears. His stylist noona gave him a pat on the back before the younger boy stained the makeup that she just applied.

“If god forbids, we will win. Don’t worry”Jimin murmured lowly enough for everyone to hear him. Everyone whistled at his way including the staffs complimenting Jimin’s modesty.

“Oo… Park Jimin, that is why you are Sonyeodan’s Christian Chim Chim” Jin teased.

“You sound so saint and pious hyung” as expected the golden maknae would not miss the chance to tease him. With mischievous smile,h e poked Jimin’s side a little while wiggling his eyebrows.

Flustered at the compliments he received, Jimin rubbed his back neck awkwardly “Mmm.. That is not like that.. I really hope we win” he smiled shyly. Since they were invited to attend BBMAS in Las Vegas, they were looking forward to their departure after Hong Kong concert. To wait for the day to come itself already crazy, they couldn’t imagine the feeling being in the show later on.

Namjoon squished Jimin shoulder accompanied with his cute dimple smile “We can do it Jimin. Now, I will get manager hyung to check whether we are good to go” the leader left the room leaving Jimin in deep thought.

Part of him wanted to take a long break after Wings tour at least few weeks to spend with Minyeol but being in this industry was almost impossible. And, their rising popularity nowadays made it even hard for them to get proper sleep. The most would be 4 hours or less. Another thing was that, BBMAs is a prestige world class award and the attention that they received from medias all over the world would be tremendously huge.

Bangtan fanbase would grow bigger, that’s a guarantee. More people will look upon them as the leader of Korean music industry which means the risk of being exposed to scandal was greater in comparison to their early debut days.

Jimin started to have doubts.

He was unsure whether he could be a good father to Minyeol. What if the fame that he got would make things worst for both Yeoul and Minyeol? Jimin had to make sure no medias or paparazzi got a scoop of his past story, not because he was ashamed of it but to protect Minyeol and Yeoul.

Few months ago, he had to deal with a ridiculous dating rumor involving him and Red Velvet’s Seulgi. He barely talked to this girl yet people made an assumptions from a single photo and the way how they dressed up matchingly. Therefore they were concluded as a legit couple like for real? They got to be kidding him.

Speaking of his dating scandal, Jimin had not talk to Yeoul yet about her opinion on this matter though he believed everyone is entitled to have their own judgment. Deep down inside, he hoped Yeoul would always talk to him first if any malicious rumor happened to break in the future.

He cared because he didn’t want to lose Yeoul anymore. They promised to take things slow, so be it. But he would make sure to not let anything ruin their already blooming relationship. Rekindling an old relationship often burn more brightly.

Cross finger for his relationship with Yeoul.

“Jimin-ah you look like you’re in a deep thought about something.You seem kind of down though sometimes you are overly cheerful than usual. Missing someone back in Seoul? ” a voice brought him back to reality and he realized he was in the midst of applying a makeup.

Jimin flustered but he kept his posture cool not trying to be obvious “I was a little tired, I think I need sleep which is not 4 hours” he chuckled.

“We will be done in few hours so bear with it until then alright?” she nodded with a friendly smile.

“Nuna.. can I ask you something?” Jimin chewed his lower lips nervously. Of course, his mind was busy to get the perfect phrase to ask this nuna a question. Considering she’s a woman herself, he wondered how they think or more like how Yeoul think.

“Sure what is it Jimin..” she replied casually anticipating his question. Her hands continued to do magic on Jimin face even though they were having a conversation.

“Ermm nuna.. If you ever date a public figure who has lots of fans to the point that he is open to any scandals or rumors. What do you feel about dating that person?” he tilted his head a little to peek at stylist nuna expression.

She hummed, taking her time to find the perfect answer “It will be hard for me to handle at first since the person will be dealing with different gender, make it women or men. If a man is surrounded by many girls,its definitely makes me feel insecure. However, when you agree to date a luminary that means you are open to any possibility which includes crazy fans and scandals. In my opinion, if a girl agrees to be with that famous person she is open minded and mentally ready for anything” his lips were pressed into thin line as he exhaled a soft sigh.

Was Yeoul mentally ready?

“Do you think you can handle his world?” he inquired again.

“Well..I cant say, I can deal with it fully but I am willing to learn and accept him just the way he is because after all I am in love with him right. So I have nothing to regret” she dabbed the corner of his eyes a little to remove the stain.

Jimin was about to ask another question then he heard she continued “All I’m saying is, there must be a clear communication from both sides. In any relationship, never trust something which doesn’t come out from your partner’s mouth. Always listen and listen first, and then only you judge. If there’s one area where honesty is of utmost importance, it’s how you feel about each other and the relationship. When you do address a problem in your relationship, do it with loving kindness alright? With a goal of healing what is bruised between you” he unconsciously nodded to stylist nuna’s mind-blowing piece of advice.

“Is this about you?” she chuckled softly upon seeing the faint blush taking over his cheek, turning his skin an embarrassing shade of pink.

“Mmm… it is not like..” neither he denied nor he admitted to it.

Taking the cue as a ‘yes’, she eyed the younger boy deeply “Alright, we are ending this serious conversation now” stylist noona smiled in between her work and he was glad she didn’t question him further. The boy leaned in his chair to unwind, so she could apply his eyeliner easily. But not long after, he drifted off into deep thought again, Na Yeoul.

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“Good morning sleeping beauty”

“What….do you want Park Jimin.. why are you waking me up at 4 in the morning, it is still early”

“Hey.. get out for a second”

“What? Why? I am too lazy to drag my ass off the bed. Go away”

“I am being serious, come out. You will be surprised”

“Dont joke around”

“I am not.. Come on!” he shushed urging Yeoul to come out in the middle of her sleep.

“FINE! If it is unimportant I will hunt you down and slaughter you” she hung up with a deep groan. She was too tired to even open her eyes wide, now this guy out of nowhere demanded her to come out at dawn, was he being serious?

Grumpy Yeoul got off from bed, grabbing her sweater and put it on angrily, without even checking herself in the mirror. She really didn’t care seriously, all she wanted was to get over this whatever prank he tried to pull and crashed the bed again.

Exiting her house, she pulled on the hoodie, it was soft and warm enough to cover her messy hair and puffy face “Now what he wants me to see” she yawned and her eyes started to water.

She frowned to see the empty streets, as she glanced around there was no sign of human “Screw you Jimin. Wait until you come, I will kill you” she hummed, kicking the pebbles. As she was getting ready to turn back and head inside, she felt a pair of arm around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

Yeoul was stunned because she recognized this smell, it was Jimin. How on earth he’s here when he was supposed to be in Hong Kong. Or was she failed to remember the date of their Hong Kong Wings Tour, that must be it. If not how was it possible to see Jimin here bear hugging her.

“I miss you Yeoul” his whisper was ticklish.

“God… Park Jimin why are you here?” she hugged him back, burying her face deep in his embrace. Whatever I miss you too, she squealed in her head.

Jimin let out a soft chuckle, how she missed that voice “We just arrived yesterday, so I took the last bus to Busan. So here I am” Yeoul was touche by his kindness. How could a man be this perfect?

“Why didn’t you give me a call ishh” she looked up, caressed his cheeks “And you are not wearing mask, are you crazy? Even it is dark, you still need to put one” Yeoul disagreed.

“I took it off when I reached here, so don’t worry. Stop nagging, invite me inside. I am cold and I need sleep” he pouted childishly. He slung his arms around her shoulder as they made their way inside and soon after a shadow came out of his hidden spot with a clueless face.

Park Jimin is dating someone. This is big. The person has been following Jimin as ordered from his paper company. Every person in the company was assigned to get a scoop of a particular celebrity and he happened to be in charged of the famous Bangtan Sonyeodan’s member, Park Jimin. Before he witnessed this scene in front of him, he believed Jimin was dating Red Velvet’s Seulgi but not anymore.

That is interesting, he smug after reviewing few shots taken of their intimate moment together before went to hiding again.

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huangfilms · 7 years ago

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Aged Up!Jaemin

summary: so my boss has been trying to set me up with her son for a while and i’ve never even met him and she doesn’t show pictures, but once i do meet him i find out that her son was my crush from high school many many years ago,,,, h elp || aged up au

(A/N) OKAY QUEENS! the results for the recent poll was jaemin! i swear i will get to All Of The Members soon i just need some time! also!!! please leave me feedback ! thank you kids and i hope you enjoy! (ps, once i write more and more, ill make a masterlist so u can see all of my works easily!) warning: this isnt edited cause ya girl TIRED

so... it was morning time

your alarm was blaring in your ear and you Did Not Want To Get up.

you absolutely loved your job (whatever that job may be, it is up 2 u)! but why did it have to start so early,, ya know?

also,,, it’s your boss,,,,,recently she’s been sweet talking you and it’s really uncomfortable since you two aren’t really close

and she always mentions her son

she goes on and on about how sweet he is, or how much of a gentleman he is. not to mention how handsome her son is

did i mention she’s always saying, ‘you’d be perfect for my son.’

and you’re just like??? oh

but today when you got to work, a sister SNAPPED

if you heard about your boss’ son one more time then-- well you’d get fired but anywho

so you got annoyed and told your boss, ‘if i say yes to going on one date with your son with you be quiet?’

and she went quiet and then had This Look on her face

next thing u know, she has the BIGGEST grin and then side-hugs you

you feel Awkward but whatever,,,, so anyway she

she tells u that u should b ready at ur home at like 4:30 or something since u two are going on a ‘date’

and then ur like??? wtf TODAY and she says uh,, yes.

and so u see her pull out her phone and then u Just Know that she’s texting her mystery son and then you get Anxious

well shit my dudes

life is crazy like that,,,,, so then she says that he is going to pick u up from ur home and ur like,,, he knows where i live now

okay!!! it’s ok kids,,,oof!!!

so time skip to 3:00 when your shift at work is d o n e and then u go home to flop on ur bed

Then You’re Anxious cause oh shit,,, ur going on a date with a person that u don’t even know. sike u thought

and so u change out of ur work clothes and throw on like a sweater or something and jeans or whatever

u have like 10 minutes to spare before that guy comes here and you’re kinda nervous,,,,,,,

but he is here EARLY OH MY LORD

so u have like a peep hole on ur door and u take a peak thru it and oh

oh my

you wha t

this boy behind the door is none other than the kid you used to crush on in high schoo l,, na jaemin

he never liked u back bc he never noticed u but,,, u ,,, got over it,,,,,,,,,

you could not believe that ur boss’ son was THIS DUDE,,,

you start to pace back and forth because what if he recognizes you,,, oh My Gosh

okay well anyway

you suck it up and then open the door because he’s been waiting for a while ksdjhfalksjhf

u notice that he’s looking down and he starts to speak when he looks up but then he stops

‘hey--’ and he just Stares At You and u start to wonder if he Does Remember You

and then he says ur name Which Means He DOES oh jeez and u were so close to slamming the door in his face because you Cannot Handle but it’s okay, everything is okay.....

‘haha hey,, um jaemin’

REAL UWU HOURS BECAUSE THIS CRUSH WAS UNREQUITED AND U NEVER FORGOT ABOUT IT UNTIL LIKE UR,, THIRD YEAR OF COLLEGE HEADAHHHSDLJFHAK

okay well now that u guys Clarified That You Remember Each Other

you became x27439823847398739384709213378468 more nervous because How Will This Go

okay wait,, how did he know ur name LMAO did he,, dare I say,,, remember you????

cause if he did then WOW life really is crazy

so then he starts to talk or whatever about going to the nearest coffee shop cause he feels drained and exhausted, ngl,,, you feel kinda tired too

so you guys are just like walking there and he’s been trying small talk like,,, what have u been up to since high school?

and u get so Shook because,,,, he noticed you LMAO

i mean you were always the shy one who got mediocre grades but never really broke the rules and hung out with like,,, one person.

u STILL hang out with that on e person and that dude is ur best friend jeno

but anyway,, you knew about jaemin in hs because of jeno, they were in the same friend group and jeno always invited you to hang out with them but u really weren’t comfortable with that LOL

so yeah u saw jaemin and took a liking to him because he was really sweet from what u heard from jeno,,, that boy would NOT stop talking about him to you because u became interested

i mean moments pass and u dont know how to feel anymore

so anyway,, u two make it to the shop and then u take a REAL good look at him when he goes up to order for the both of u guys

he’s aged really well,,, too well like honestly--- edges: Snatched

he just looks so,,,, good. and you just Know That You Have Lingering Feelings that you never really got over and they seem to be resurfacing

FEELINGS U BETTER STOP!!!

so he comes back with the drinks and he looks at you now while ur staring out the window,, just sippin ur coffee

nd he noticed that YOUVE grown,, u look way more mature and youve lost ur baby face,, oof

u kno he actually did like you back then,,, i mean if either one of u would have just TALKED to each other smh cjsjdjs

but whatever, in the past right? sike

so the date was coming to an end cause he had some stuff to do, so u guys swapped phone numbers

ever since then, u guys have been texting each other non-stop and always hanging out when you can

his mom?? she can tell that something is different with u because u arent grumpy in the mornings anymore HAHAHA

u start to smile more and become distracted on ur phone cause jaemin is always texting you

and his MOM JUST KNOWS OKAY

so she asks u about it like,,, half a year after u guys first met up

and u say smth like, ‘oh haha your son is such a kind soul,,, andimayormaynotlikehim’

its honestly really funny cause she been knew that jaemin had a small crush on u during hs cause he always talked abt u but never knew u were gonna apply for the job u had now and she cant believe that she remebers that WOW

so anyway she just has This Smile on her face all the time cause u make jaemin so happy

and so one day u and jaemin meet up back at that coffee shop

and then u two order or whatever and then he comes back with A Very Serious Look on his face and u get scared™️

but when he comes back he just shyly smiles and says a Long Speech

‘so i know that we’ve established that we remember each other from high school, but i just wanted to clarify that i like you, more than a friend. i really like you and ive liked you since i first saw you in the hallways all those years ago. i mean, when we went our separate ways i shoved those feelings aside but now that youre back in my life, so are those feelings i have for you. everytime i look at you, i just want to kiss you or hold your hand and i just—‘

but youve stopped listening because your whole being is: Shook

he just said that he liked you omg,,,,,

HE BEEN LIKING YOU OH MY JEEZ

AND THEN U JUST CUT HIM OFF BY REACHING OVER AND HOLDING HIS HAND AND THEN HE TURNS P I N K AND ITS ADORABLE U ALMOST COO

and so you say, ‘jaemin,, i really like you too.’ AND U BOTH JUST GRI N

AND SO HE ASKS TO KISS U CAUSE HES A WHOLE ASS GENTLEMAN

and so when u nod ur head he just SMILES AND THEN KISSES U

its SLOW AND ITS FULL OF PASSION AND IM SUFFERING MY UWUS: ON THE FLOOR EVE PLS GET ME A MOP AGAIN

A D WHEN U PULL BACK FROM EACH OTHER, U GUYS JUST SMILE SO HARD THAT UR CHEEKS JUST START TO HURT AND THEN HE ASKS U THAT™️ QUESTION

‘will u b my baby’ : )

AND THEN U SAY YES BECAUSE!! WHOLE CATCH U REALLY LIKE THIS MAN

SO the date is over, he walks u home, and when u get into ur house u dont see that he fist pumped in the air and nearly YELLED

so u go into work the next day and you are just HAPPY

and his momma Knows So She Looks At U With A Huge Smile

and then she lets u be cause U ! MAKE ! HER ! SON ! HAPPY !

so anyway jaemin as ur bf,, a real Dream

he would always drive you home from ur dates, pick you up from ur work,,,,

sometimes he would even sleep over , the dude has his own soace in ur closet and a toothbrush

WAKING UP TO HIS FACE IS SO GOOD CAUSE HE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL IN THE MORNING SUN

and its such a Good Ass Time my ass is Suffering omg

but anyway!! jaemin is such a sweetheart u could not believe that u didnt talk to him in hs cause you guys wouldve been together longer🤧🤧

anywho!! end!! i cant believe his momma set u two up 😪

Masterlist

#na jaemin scenarios #unlisted

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frozenfallenuniverse · 6 years ago

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Cracks in the Wall

Its ya boy, tired child looking for job. Its been a while since I posted a story but Lavi won the last poll (landslide even). Next story will be about the first time samger and Meiyo meet but I hope you enjoy this one!

Most planeswalkers would have servants, assistants or little creatures to help them with work. Not me, the most overworked walker that I know off. Now, I could spawn a large amount of spotters to try to help but without any form of appendages to write with or mouths to speak with, they wouldn’t get far. You would think I’d have some sort of plan for this but it seems as though my forward thinking is complete and utter-

“Lavi? I can never tell if you can hear me on this. The job is done. What’s next?” The voice came through one of the many spotters that floated about my room like palm-sized dust mites. Based on both the feminine, almost siren like, voice and the spotter’s form being extremely similar to a goldfish, it seemed to be Nozari. Thank god. I sat at my desk and the fish spotter floated atop the desk to eye level. It bounded in front of my face as I rested it inside of my hands.

“Well, step one is getting off the plane but if you’ve already done that, I’ll send you a bit of money within a few days. Your next job is finding a certain planeswalker. His title is the Immortal and he was last spotted on Tarkir. Quite tall, probably missing some skin at this point, hard to miss.”

“Tarkir? Can’t say I’ve heard of that…”

“Wonderful. It's a terrible plane. Tons of dragons, lots of fire, lightning, poison and many things that don’t like merfolk or would assume you are an overgrown bass that has learned to walk on two feet.”

“Why am I being sent there exactly?”A sigh followed her question and her voice was full of disdainful annoyance. Not that out of the ordinary for her to be entirely honest.

“I can send Alexander if you prefer.” She made a gagging sound, presumably nodded and signed off. Not a second too soon, if you ask me. Her and Alexander were some of my assistants. Well, I say assistants but they are more like mercenaries. I pay them coin, they find concerning planeswalkers and deal with them. Nozari is non-lethal and Alexander is… Alexander. Now I can hopefully make some headway on these papers-

“Lavi~ Guess who’s here to do some fun stuff today!” A masculine yet flamboyant voice that sounded like wet paint being thrown across a canvas came from the main hall. Another spotter, this one with the same colors as bird who live in paradise, came close and it seemed to be one of my least favorite generals. I tossed on robes that seemed ill-suited to the current heat and stepped out of my mess of a study.

The window blinds were half-closed, letting fragments of the sunrise come through. Songbird calls mixed with footsteps filled the wide hallway as I trotted to the main hall. The man, who has already decided to redecorate one of the walls of the room, was wearing fluorescent clothing, that had the closest description as a rainbow that vomited on a tailor’s workshop, and hair the color of dying fall leaves. The painting, if you could really call his art style ‘painting’, was a horrendous rendition of two merfolk and a high-class woman messing about in his latest experiment. The closest thing to a greeting that we exchanged was a half-nod and a sigh from myself.

“To what do I owe the pleasure today, Rotek?” I only just realized that I sounded like a sick frog that cannibalized a smaller one. Hopefully, he doesn’t mind if a spotter ran about to fetch a glass of water for me. Without even turning to face me, he spoke like I was an audience of twenty.

“The experiment went wonderfully! There were no major deaths. Three walkers came in and they all left. Two seemed quite normal and the third seemed a bit…” He dabbed his brush on the regal looking doodle, that was partially on my artwork. My new artwork. It cost close to three weeks of work. Wonderful. The sound of shattering glass from the direction of where I sent the spotter made this conversation all the better. My hand was reaching for the bridge of my nose as I spoke.

“Did you get names or are you here to showboat?” I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my skull as I spoke. Rotek might be useful for his knowledge and magic but his… artistic freedoms made things like diplomacy, discussions and basic talking like pulling teeth. He spun on his heels, tossing a letter from his breast pocket at my flailing arms. Barely caught it as well. Why do people throw so many things at me. They know I can’t catch.

“I know your whole deal is peace and the prevention of disasters so think of this as an invitation to my next art piece.” His voice was much more somber now, almost sad to speak of the thing that gave him the most passion. I tore open the note and flipped it out, skimming across it. In large bolded letters, it said ‘The Destruction of Ravnica. Performed by an elder dragon. Watch as I paint the final moments of the most populated plane of the multiverse.’ Several of the spotters floated around the note, desperate to get so much as a glance at it. With a soft breath, the note became blank and wasted away in my grasp.

“You’re helping someone destroy a plane!” I spoke with the anger of a dragon that was woken by a farmer after sleeping for millennia. The heat on my face most likely made me look like a tomato, or a pyromancer. Same thing really.

“Capitalising on what will happen, really. I can’t stop it nor can any of the others. I’d suggest you get your friends to help evacuate or, more likely, work with some of the walkers there. No reason for that many sparks to be extinguished.” He had no enjoyment in his voice. His brush was thrown to the floor, spilling paint across the tiles. His artwork was melting off as well. I need to control my temper better.

“Fine. Keep this a secret from the other generals then. No reason to get Ice or Shadow excited about a plane dying.” My hand was glued to my nose bridge and a thumping sensation was deepening in my temples. Rotek patted me on the shoulder and disappeared with a rainbow light following his exit. My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is now ruined, suffice to say.

The normal rhythm I kept with my steps become erratic and the space around me shifted, warped and fragments came out of focus. I heard stories that something like this would happen but I was hoping, no, praying they were just rumors. What used to be a wall became a time-worn veranda with ivy growths burgeoning beneath the posts. Several spotters floated towards me with concerned visages. The goldfish led the pack and I dragged it by the tail to my desk. A haze came over the eye that took up most of its body and I decided to speak first.

“Nozari, forget the other mission. Find Alexander. I need to talk to you both.” My words were rushed. Something was welling up in my throat and a sickness flooded my stomach. The floater I sent, what felt like years ago, returned with a bottle of sparkling cherry juice. It took hardly any seconds to drink several fingers worth.

“What? What about the immortal? I’m not gonna abandon this mission!”

“The Immortal can wait. It's not like he’ll die anytime soon!” Some papers became dotted with droplets from the neck of the bottle. I cursed under my breath. That’s even more things to fix.

“Shouldn’t I just come there? Why can’t you say it now? I have plans later you know! I finally found a cute dress that fit!” She did mention something about a cute girl earlier. Explains why she’s been more relaxed recently. Or anxious. I think both is the answer. She’s a bit more of a mess than me.

“You bring yourself and Alexander here after your plans then. I won’t force you to do your job but keep in mind: you swore to help me protect planes and right now, I think your possible lover would understand a canceling.” The strangest thing about Nozari’s knowledge of languages was that she could be annoyed in all of them and curse like a sailor in most of them. They all sound beautiful as well. Perhaps merfolk have- Introspection into the different races of the multiverse can wait after the problem is fixed.

“Fine! I’ll be there tomorrow with the problem child! You owe me something other than money for canceling this date though!”

“Would a pearl necklace suffice? An associate got fresh batch of chocolate ones during a trip to Ixalan.”

“Oh dear Kosi. Its that bad?”

“Horrendous is a better term in my opinion.” The faked joyfulness I spoke with seemed like a different flavor of sarcasm and she noticed.

“Any idea where he is?” My silence was more than enough of an answer. With a groan, she hung up. Well, hung up is the wrong word. She smacked the spotter on her end which ended its transmission. They are small but quite durable. I think that’s her favorite way to end our little talks. Fifty times ended in that way now. Anyway.

My hands were already massaging my skull. The droning in the back of my mind was a voracious woodpecker that just ended a fast. A growling came from the sick that slept in my stomach. This is the worst day of my life. And I almost died! To be fair, who hasn’t really. Planeswalkers are strange. The drink helped to an extent so, I couldn’t blame the situation on a lack of caffeine or sugar. Sleep was always an excuse but I don’t wish to sound like a broken record. I need food. A distraction. Something.

Knocking came from the door. A rarity would be an understatement. Something that no one has ever done before would be more fitting. I creaked open the door, whose rusted screeching made the throbbing of my skull even worse, and saw the chubby, blonde hair-framed face of Lisbeth greeting me.

“You alright, hun? Rotek said to leave you alone but you’re a bit looking pale.” Her smile was the only warm part about her. Her clothing and personality were normally cold but around me and some of the other generals, she acted like a concerned mother. Why did Rotek even talk to her? I thought fire and ice don’t mix. I fake coughed a bit to make it seem I was stable.

“Everything is fine. If you bought anything, leave it at the door. I’m busy.” I said with clear irritation in my voice. It seems the frog in my throat became an annoyed toad at this point. She chuckled a bit and dropped a basket of what smelled like mouth watering baked bread. She said something along the lines of ‘call me when you’re better’ but the migraine become worse from the scent of the bread. Why does she always bring me food?

It did not take long for me to drag the basket into my room and for me to greedily devour every baked snack she provided. My stomach seemed to be resting but the migraine and anxiety continued to fester. The walls around me slowly began to dissipate, turning into white gold light before me. I finally got off my floor, tightened some heavy duty boots on and began walking to the door. If a plane was to be destroyed, I wanted to learn all I could about it before then. Perhaps. I’ll even find a distraction while I’m there.

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Mun, how do you feel about all the newly named revolutionaries? Personally I'm excited!

// Oh boy am I, buckle up because you’re in for a ride

I have been waiting for Oda to reveal the commanders (though I don’t think he revealed all of them, or if he did then it’s bad writing on his part again) for years. And mostly I am satisfied with the results - as far as I can be with Oda. I’ve never been terribly a fan of his character designing, mostly because of aesthetic reasons and I would have preferred more realistic and practical outfits. But knowing what we have seen of Oda’s capabilities of designing outfits, I think he could have done way worse with the commanders.

Now many people in the fandom are disgusted and annoyed by Belo Betty’s outfit design, and it’s understandable. But to me it’s a two way street. On one hand, Betty’s shirt being open is infuriating because we all know Oda is sexist, but on the other, dictating how women (or anyone, but we’re talking about women here) should dress whether it’s covering herself completely or wearing revealing clothing, is demeaning in itself (and also sexist). Only she can choose what she wears and how she wears it. It’s not anyone else’s business.

So I’m little annoyed but not entirely livid about it, therefore I can look past it. In other news, I like her hat a lot.

In general, looking at Betty’s personality and abilities, I’m quite pleased. She is very close to a commander oc of mine that I never brought to tumblr or used in any kind of way in many aspects (and it’s slightly scary??? Oda how???). Her devil fruit for example is almost precisely like my oc’s (she used just her voice/words instead of waving a flag) and her personality is pretty close to my oc’s also. Just that my oc would never call citizens she was about to help out ‘useless trash’ or ‘garbage’, or an over weight colleague a ‘potato giant’. When I first read the part in the chapter it didn’t settle quite in completely because I was trying to imagine Dragon promoting someone as ill-mannered like that to a commander’s rank and was having a hard time with it. However -

It is true that there is no point in helping people who have no will to fight for themselves, for their loved ones and freedom and rights at this point. The army doesn’t have unlimited resources. It makes sense to focus on parties with motivation to avoid direct contact with the Government and Cipher Poll, from a strategic point of view. The army won’t be of any use for changing the world or reach its goals if it throws its chances out before it’s their time.

That said revolutionaries are not heartless and completely set in the military mindset. They cannot be. They’re not after power or protection, they’re after ending inequality. So I can see Dragon allowing the higher ups (like the commanders themselves) help out citizens outside of their influence radar when they absolutely know for 100% certainty they will win because it is morally correct. It is comprehensible that people are afraid and incapable to fight back, but it’s also inconsiderate and thoughtless.

Therefore my Dragon would frown upon Betty’s vulgar language but agree with her actions and recognize her accomplishments.

Now while my oc was a high ranking commander (close to Dragon especially but not as close as Ivankov), it is blowing my mind how Betty appears to be the highest ranked (or at least most respected) out of the four commanders. Lindbergh is openly seen asking for Betty’s permission to handle the pirates, and later on Betty gives out orders to Lindbergh and Karasu which they execute without question. This is huge coming from Oda. And I’m much pleased with it!

Karasu’s design is basically Killer-Doffy/Roci-Kid fusion, which is 100% Oda-like. I’m not incredibly fascinated with it but it fits in so I’m okay with it. I do wonder if he was wearing the feather coat and beak mask before eating his devil fruit and if he did I’m curious about the reason. With Katakuri Oda has given us proof that sometimes when a character wears something that covers a part of their face (or completely) there is a very good reason for it. Now the all time question mark in this regard is Killer, but Karasu’s case makes me wonder even more. I like Karasu’s name especially tbh.

Regarding his devil fruit it is self-evident that he helped Sabo back to the revolutionaries’ ship at the end of Dressrosa. And from that scene we know that Karasu hasn’t had the devil fruit for very long - or he never reported receiving it. I would lean more to not having it for long because of loyalty reasons, personally. I really like him too (as I do like Betty a lot) but I think it’s mostly because of his reserved personality (but not shy!) and crows.

Morley is precious if I’m being quite honest. First of all, he’s a giant, and second of all he is not super duper lean and skinny and muscly like most characters (especially those who fight) are. That’s lots of points to Oda already. And he appears to be lgbt+ which! is! amazing! I am hesitant about his trident weapon though.

Out of all the commanders Lindbergh is the one I have a bone to pick on with Oda. His name is good, but his character design is 100% already seen somewhere else before. He looks way too familiar but I cannot put my finger on it. He appears to be a mink and while I like that he’s some other race than human, I would have loved to see a fishman commander instead. It does make sense for the revolutionaries to have their own weapon developer but why is he a commander…? He should solely be in the equipment division. Plus while I can see how Karasu and Morley gained their commander rank, I cannot see any plausible way for Lindbergh. Nothing about his personality appears suitable for leadership. But since he’s canon I’m hoping someone picks him up as a muse and spends time to develop his character so that his rank is justified.

The weapons seem cool though.

All in all, I’m satisfied with the immense diversity in the commanders. Having more females (appearance wise, their real gender could be anything) would have been a nice thing to see but we cannot have everything. That said there is gender diversity, there is race diversity - all we lack is skin colour diversity. Which, I guess we have kinda with Lindbergh but you already know how I feel about him.

I love that Betty appears highly respected (even the citizens of Momoiro island were excited to see her), and I love that Oda is showing us the Revolutionary Army truly is accepting of and open to everyone. And I have long believed it goes without saying that the army would be divided into smaller armies across the world because they’re against the World Government, not a single country, so seeing that Oda believes the same is a feast on the eyes. (So yes, I believe the compass points mentioned in the introduction of the commanders equal the four Blues.) This line up of commanders is in character for my Dragon which makes me happy.

Draws breath where’s my revo commander rp blogs at

#//the commanders are awesome and the hype died out way too quickly for my liking #//thank you for granting me the chance to word vomit about them #//mun speaks #opspoilers #asks #Anonymous

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Klaine Fic: A Dizzy Twister Dance

Written for Day 4 of Klaine Advent 2017 Prompt: “Drink”

Summary: Blaine feels terrible, but he simply cannot miss his dance exam at NYADA today. He's just going to have to pull through it - hopefully with the help of Cassie July's gorgeous teaching assistant.

Word Count: 2000 - Read on AO3.

Blaine was dying.

Okay, that was slightly dramatic, even for him.

But if someone were to ask him, “Hey Blaine, how you feelin’ today?”

His response would have to be somewhere along the lines of, “I’m dying.”

However, it didn’t matter that Blaine had woken up this morning with a pounding headache, a scratchy throat, and a thrumming heart rate; Even if he was dying, he had to get to today’s class.

After the results Cassie July had given him for his last semester in dance class, Blaine was truly feeling the pressure on this, the morning of his practice examination. Okay, so it wasn’t his final graded performance today, but Cassie was known amongst students for making her mind up about eventual grade decisions based on how well they did on this day.

Blaine felt queasy as he let the subway car he rode to NYADA rock him from side to side, leaning his forehead against a poll he was certain contained the kinds of germs that made him so ill in the first place. He hadn’t even eaten any breakfast this morning but that wouldn’t stop him spewing up on the poor unsuspecting old lady sat in front of him unless he could get off soon. Luckily, his stop was next.

‘You only need to be here for a couple hours, then you can crawl back home to bed and wallow in self-pity again’ he told himself as he all but fell out of the subway doors and made his way to class.

“Listen up, rejects! We’ve got a lot to get through today, so I want to keep to a tight schedule as we do this. Am I clear?”

There was a faint mumble from the group but no clear answer. Blaine could barely keep his eyes open, let alone answer the question. At the front of the class, Cassie July looked highly affronted.

“Excuse me?” she asked menacingly. “AM?” *BANG* “I?” *BANG* “CLEAR?” *BANG*. She brought her dance instructor’s stick down hard on the floor after every word, to wake everyone up and get their attention. All it did was make Blaine’s head pound even more.

“Yes, Miss July,” the class all but sing-songed together in a manner befitting pre-schoolers, not college kids.

“Okay,” she abruptly turned and walked to the stereo set up in the corner. “Now, first thing’s first, we’re gonna start with a ten-minute warm up, and then I’ll call you in alphabetically, in groups of four or five, to do your individual assessments.”

Blaine’s heart dropped at that word. Alphabetical. That meant some serious cursing on his part that his mother ever agreed to take his father’s surname all those years ago. It means he will now most definitely be in the first group to perform. He didn’t think it was possible, but the room began to spin a little more.

“Also supporting me today will be my junior assistant from this year who I know some of you may be unfamiliar with if you had classes with Laura this semester. So for those who don’t know, this is Kurt Hummel.”

She gestured over to the man next to her who gave a small smile and raised his hand in greeting.

Just like that, Blaine’s headache seemed to dull but his heartrate also picked up exponentially. Ahhh, Kurt Hummel. Sweet, gorgeous, muscled, older, tank-top wearing dancer, Kurt Hummel. Yet another reason for Blaine to drag himself out of bed this morning.

The man was a Greek god and Blaine was pretty sure Kurt was put on this earth to make dance class that little bit more bearable for him. Blaine certainly wasn’t immune to the guy’s oblivious flirting and (on the odd occasion) eye-fucking he directed at Blaine in class warmups; usually when Blaine was bent into a strange yoga-like pose with his ass in the air or his foot up on the barre.

Kurt was also so very kind and sweet to Blaine on the few occasions they’d interacted, which usually ended in Blaine doing something stupid like snort-giggling at his own joke or tripping over his words. Kurt’s ability to humour Blaine’s flaws only made Blaine crush that little bit harder on the guy who was senior to him in both age and position at NYADA.

Blaine was pulled out his moony-eyed staring at Kurt as the warm up music began playing through the sound system and everyone around him was moving to find their own area in the dance studio.

‘Okay. Focus, Blaine. You only have to make it through this class and then you’re done.’

Blaine tried as hard as he could to follow Cassie’s directions and keep up with her speed and position as she moved from one stretch to another and from one dance move to the next. By the end of the first phase of the warm up, Blaine’s temperature was quickly rising and he used the few seconds of interlude between songs to hurriedly unzip his hoody and throw it off to the side somewhere.

The room really was spinning now and when he turned back to get in line, he caught eyes with Kurt who was looking at him rather concernedly.

“Are you okay?” Kurt mouthed to him from the sidelines.

Was Blaine okay? Honest answer: No. He felt awful. Was he about to let Kurt think that?

“I’m fine,” Blaine mouthed back, trying for a smile which probably looked painful.

Kurt didn’t look all that convinced as the music faded in to a new routine and Blaine worked to pick up the speed. When Cassie eventually had them all exhausted, she called for time as everyone stopped to catch their breath and wipe away the sweat before their upcoming individual performances.

As Blaine stood in place, he suddenly found it hard to keep his head up. Bending at the waist, hands on his knees and head hanging down, Blaine panted for air and desperately willed his heart rate to slow down and the room to stop spinning.

“Blaine?” Kurt called, making his way through the group towards him, concern in his voice.

Just as Blaine was about to lift his head and reassure Kurt he was fine, the room seemed to turn a whole 360 degrees as his vision went black and he heard Kurt shout his name.

“Woah man, is he okay?”

“Oh well, that’s one less person to compete against today.”

“Miss July, should I call the medic?”

“Ugh, Fat Ass has probably been skipping meals. That’s why he fainted.”

Blaine only dimly registered these voices swirling around his foggy mind from above him. He felt something solid underneath him and suddenly seemed to realise he was lying on the wooden floor of the dance studio.

“Ooh, Mr. Hummel, I think he’s awake.”

“Oh, thank god. Blaine? Blaine, it’s Kurt.”

Kurt? Kurt was there. Instantly, Blaine felt pressure on the side of his face and neck. A hand. And a thumb stroking his cheekbone.

“Can you hear me, Blaine? If you can, just give me a little squeeze.”

Suddenly Blaine found one of his limp hands being entwined with Kurt’s and he made sure to squeeze with all the energy he had.

“That’s great, Blaine. Can you sit up at all? Open your eyes?”

Groggily, Blaine’s eyelids fluttered open and he was greeted with a rather disconcerting sight of Kurt leaning right over him and half a dozen students standing around him. The shock was enough to make Blaine want to bolt upright, but Kurt’s hand seemed to slowly steady him as he helped Blaine gently ease himself up.

Kurt was knelt next to him, still holding on to his hand as Blaine moved his other palm to his forehead – the migraine from earlier lessening but not going away.

“Okay guys, he’s alright. Can we give him some space now? Miss July has just come back in so go get back in formation,” Kurt said, waiting for them to follow commands.

The group of dancers turned on their heels with a grumble of indignation, but not before the rudest one of the bunch made a comment about Blaine landing on his fat ass – intending for him to hear it. Blaine blushed a fair amount and Kurt shot the girl a filthy look before turning back to Blaine.

“For the record, I’d say I owe a great debt of gratitude to that ass of yours, then,” he winked as he said it and Blaine found himself blushing even more.

“Oh!” Kurt suddenly dropped his smirk as he leant behind to pull something out of a supply bag. “Here! Take this.”

Kurt had produced an energy drink from one of the bag pockets as he unscrewed the cap and handed it to Blaine.

“Drink up!” he indicated to the bottle as Blaine put it to his lips, still in a bit of a daze. “I can’t let you go fainting on me again, huh?”

It wasn’t until he started drinking that Blaine realised how dehydrated and hungry he was, finishing half of the liquid in one go.

“Ahhh,” he exhaled after his gulp, “thank you.”

“It’s no problem.”

There was a somewhat awkward pause here as Kurt didn’t really know what else to say, so Blaine just took another sip and waited.

“Okay,” Kurt sighed, “So it looks like your assessment isn’t going to go ahead today now. Cassie even said to me she’ll find room for you to do it by yourself on another day. So, for now, you have the rest of class off.”

Blaine heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god Cassie wasn’t going to make him do his performance today. He didn’t think he would make it through if not.

“The problem now is, I don’t think you should be going back home on your own quite yet. You still look a little pale.”

Not to lie, Blaine did still feel pretty terrible. What felt worse, however, was having Kurt (always pristine and amazing Kurt) seeing him looking far from put together like this.

“If I didn’t have to help Cassie out, I totally would have offered to come home with you an-“

Now it seemed it was Kurt’s turn to blush. Blaine couldn’t help it when he started to giggle and had to cover his mouth. Kurt looked somewhat embarrassed for a few seconds before he too chuckled a little.

“It’s okay, Kurt, really. Maybe I can just wait for my room mate to finish classes and I’ll go back home with him.”

Kurt was ready to accept this when he asked, “So what time does he finish?”

“Oh, not until 5pm today. But it’s fine, I can wait in the library.”

Kurt’s affronted look indicated to them both that he was so ready to argue, neither of them noticed Cassie had made her way over, coming to stand towering above them both. Crossing her arms, she interrupted whatever Kurt was about to say.

“Look, Hummel. Here’s the deal. I know you wanna jump the kid’s bones so badly you’re gonna pop a boner in class one day. And Anderson, I know you would climb that like a tree in an instant,” she jerked her thumb towards Kurt here. “So just take the lesson off, Kurt. I’m fine. I can manage on my own. Take the poor kid home. And Blaine, I’ll e-mail you with a new assessment date this afternoon. Don’t worry about it.”

With that, she turned her back to return to the class as they were finishing up the routine she’d left them rehearsing.

Kurt and Blaine seemed to find themselves in stunned silence for a moment before an exchange of looks and a small smile told them all they needed to know. It was about time they got out of here.

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No More Pillow Talk [King×Reader] Part 1

(7 Deadly Sins)

(Y/G)=Your gender (Y/N)=Your name (H/C)=Hair color (E/C)=Eye color. I think you get it. ————————————————–

“Ban! Give it back!”

“Come take it!” Ban yellled holding Kings pillow. King rushed toward Ban but when he got close Ban swiftly moved out of Kings way only for him to slam his face into a wooden poll smashing through it.

“Ban give it back!” Hawk yelled.

“Fine… Can’t have fun can’t I.” He said while throwing Kings pillow back to him. Then he realized something.

“Hey wheres Captain?”

“I think Diane ask him out for dinner.”

King herd his hesrt shatter. And I think everyone else did became everyone turned to King. Who had already turned pale and was lost in thought.

“King?” Elizabeth said concerned.

No respose. He just turned around and left the Boar Hat. Not a word.

A few hours later and he still flying around the kingdom. Then he spotted something.

“A (Y/G)?”

He stopped so he was just hovering about 20 ft from the ground. He saw the human struggling with a heavy bag.

“Excuse me?” King called out. The human looked around and was confused. “Up here.” The human looked up.

“Oh hi um. Can I help you?”

“Do you need help?” King ask pointing to the bag.

“I guess-”

King floated downwards. He took the bag from the human and put it on his pillow.

“Where do you need it?”

“Just over there.” You pointed to a house about half a mile away. The pillow flew away, gently tilting to have the bag landed outside the door.

“Thank you.” You said. You sigh and stretch and pop your aching back. “Now I can finally be done with chorse for today.”

“So what was in the bag?”

“Potatoes.”

“Oh… Well my friend owns the Boar Hat up their. Would you like to have a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Oh I’m sorry! Im King! Yours is?”

“Oh I know who you are. You saved the Kingdom from a Holy War starting. Thank you. Im (Y/N). And sure. I think ive been there before.”

Soon enough the two arrived at the Boar Hat.

“The judge said ‘lemme guess your names Quack Quack Quack?’ The duc said 'No im bubbles’” (Y/N) said

“……. OH! I get it!” King said followed by laughing as he opened the door to the Boar Hat to let you in. You couldn’t help but smile. The sound of his adorable laughter matched his smile. You both walked in and you both realized everyone was looking at you two.

“Who’s this?” Ban said behind the counter, cooking.

“Oh this is (Y/N). I-I found them struggling so I kinda helped them.” King said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh (Ms./Mr.)(Y/N), would you like anything?” Elizabeth asked. Eager to please you.

“Whisky would be fine.”

“Are you even old enough to drink?” Ban questioned due to your height and your baby face.

“Im (Some age above 17 years old) years old.”

“Oh- Want anything to eat?”

“No Im fine. My brothers would be upset if I ate without them.”

“How come?” King asked

“Im the middle child and sense my parents were both Holy Knights that died from the demons blood we promised to stick together. And if I dont make it for dinner they get upsetty spaghetti.”

Suddenly the ground began to shack.

“They’re back.”

(Y/N) tilted their head in confusion.

“Meliodas and Diana.” Gowther said face in book.

“Oh-”

Then herd a giggle amd the door opening. Only for Meliodas to walk in and Diana to sit next to the Boar Hat.

“Hey Captin. King brought a new customer.”

“Nice! And you are?”

“(Y/N). Pleasure to meet you Meliodas.”

“You don’t have to be for formal.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Wait what time is it?”

“It’s 8:30.” Elizabeth said.

“Welp… Im late.” (Y/N) said taking another drink of whisky. Soon they got up and put some money on counter.

“Ill probably be back tommorw.” You said before leaving you turned to King and smiled. “I’ll see you around King. Stop by any time you want.”

He turned red. “O-Ok.” He said sheepishly. You walked out.

“Both of your heart rates increase around eachother.” Said Gowther

“Shut up…” Said King. Slightly flustered.

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hydrus · 6 years ago

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I had a great week. The duplicate filter work went really well, and the manage tags dialog has a neat new button for fixing siblings and parents.

The poll for the next 'big job' is live here https://8ch.net/hydrus/res/12358.html ! The direct link is https://www.poll-maker.com/poll2331269x9ae447d5-67

duplicate filter

The duplicate filter page has its old 'file domain' button swapped for a full file search context. This allows you to see 'potential pair' counts, show some random pairs, and launch the full duplicate filter on just a subset of your dupes! For instance, you might want only to filter from a certain creator, or only on very small jpgs. You can also check a box to set whether both of the pair must match your search or only one.

The duplicate page has a significant relayout as well. It now has two tabs--one for the maintenance/search side, and one for the actual filtering--and shows its data in a clearer and less laggy way. The new search data is saved with your page, and on a per-page basis, so if you like you can set up several duplicate processing pages for your different queues.

This system works faster and better than I had expected. Please check it out and let me know what you think. It is usually fairly fast unless you give it a very slow search to work with.

One bug I just noticed with my IRL client is if you give it a specific search with more than 10,000 files (like for me system:archive), the duplicate count will be too low and will change slightly on refreshes. This is because of the 'implicit' system:limit on all queries, which caps search results to 10k files (or whatever you have it set to in the options), and causes the duplicate filter to instead be sampling the potential search domain on each query. This is not true in this case for system:everything, which here uses a search optimisation to get the full count. So, I suggest you throw in a <10k tag for this week, and I will see if I can tackle this problem for 350.

I will update the help for this once I know the ui is settled.

manage tags

The manage tags dialog has a new 'siblings and parents' button that auto-hard-replaces siblings and adds missing parents! It even works on multiple file selections, so if you have a bunch you want to fix, you can just ctrl+a and hit the button and it will sort it out for each file. It gives you a little summary yes/no dialog before it fires just to make sure everything looks sensible.

Beyond some additional sibling/parent code cleanup on that dialog, there is also a new 'cog' option to stop triggering 'remove' actions if you 'enter' a tag that already exists. If you turn this on, only a double-click or delete-key press on the list will make for a 'remove' result.

the rest

I spent some time cleaning up file import and thumbnail generation, particularly for videos. Videos have improved metadata parsing, and thumbnail generation should be much faster. A variety of unusual webms should now be importable and have correct frame counts. Thumbnail right-click->regen commands also work faster and update thumbnail metadata more cleanly and reliably.

If you would like pages to always focus their 'input' boxes when you switch to them, there is now an option for this under the 'gui pages' options panel.

full list

duplicate filter:

the duplicate filter page now has a full-on real-deal file search object to narrow down the duplicate filter, potential duplicate count, and 'show some random dupes' search domains! it also has a 'both files match' checkbox that determines if one of both files of the potential pairs should match the search!

the duplicate filter page has multiple layout changes as a result:

the main management area is now split into two pages--'preparation', for doing maintenance and discovery work, and 'filtering', for actioning the potential dupe pairs found

the 'filtering' page will select by default, but if 'preparation' needs work, its name will become 'preparation (needs work)'

the 'filtering' page now has file search ui and the 'both files' checkbox instead of the file domain button. this search data is saved on a per-page basis

the two pages' status texts are now updated on separate calls which have been rewritten to be asynchronous (with 'updating...' text while they work). both now have explicit refresh buttons to force them to update

the additional non-unknown pair counts listed on the filter area, which were irrelevant to filtering and sometimes confusing, are now gone. it only lists the 'unknown' pair number

the duplicate filter page's help button no longer has the awful 'simple help' entry. the full html help will get a pass in the coming weeks to reflect the new search changes

the duplicate file db code received significant refactoring and improvement to support searching the potential dupe space while cross-referencing the new file search context (and still falling back to the fast code when the search is just blank/system:everything)

misc duplicate file db code cleanup and refactoring

while in advanced mode, you can no longer select 'all known files' file domain for an export folder (and now the duplicate filter page) search context

making a file delete action in the duplicate filter (by hitting delete key or the button on the top hover window, which both trigger a dialog asking to delete one or both) now auto-skips the current pair

manage tags:

the manage tags has a new 'siblings and parents' button that will auto-replace incorrect siblings and auto-add missing parents! it works on multi-file selections as well! it gives you a summary yes/no dialog before it fires

the manage tags dialog has a little logic cleanup r.e. siblings and parents and their cog auto-apply options. the auto-application now only applies on add/pend actions

the manage tags dialog has a new cog button option to not trigger 'remove' actions from an autocomplete dropdown or suggested tag input action when the tag already exists

the rest:

gave video metadata parsing another pass--it now detects 'hidden' incorrect framerates due to advanced 'skip frame' codec settings and is more accurate at determining frame count and duration, including some fixed offset calculations that was sometimes adding or discounting a few frames

manual video frame count, when needed, is now faster and produces better error text

fixed a critical bug in thumbnail regen that was sometimes potentially looping regen on files with unusual rotation exif information

significant improvements to how the client file manager handles thumbnail identifier information, saving a great deal of time for file import and thumbnail regeneration code of videos

fixed an issue where regenerated file metadata was not propagating up to the ui level in real time

cleaned up some thumbnail cache initialisation code

the 'generate video thumbs this % in' option is moved from the 'media' to 'thumbnails' options page

to simplify code, and in prep for the idle-maintenance-rewrite of this system, the database->regen->thumbnails call is now removed

all three fields of text on serialised pngs now wrap, and they pad a little better as well

added a new option to the 'gui pages' options page to force input text box focus on page changes

fixed a small type issue with the server's session cookie code and some new library versions

next week

I've felt increasingly ill this week, so I am going to take a day or two completely off. Otherwise, next week will be catch-up for smaller jobs and bug reports and other messages, which I have fallen behind on. Please have a think about the big jobs poll, and let me know if you have any questions. Thank you for your support!

#release

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