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jsprnt · 9 months ago

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Americano PT. 8 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: this one is a bit on the shorter side, but I promise next chapter will be juicy! 😉

W/C: 3.086

part seven

"Wait- why am I actually kind of bitter about this?"

I mumble, looking up at Luis. He turns around, moving his camera away to look at me.

"Bitter about what?" He asks, fidgeting with the settings of the device.

"They literally crap out money- but get a free BMW?" I question, folding my arms.

"Oh, please. Will you stop being such a negative person?"

He gives me a nasty look, his hand coming to grab my arm.

"Or go sit in the car..?" He adds, pointing behind me.

"No, it's too hot to sit in the car.." I complain, adjusting my sleeve.

"Why did you even follow me here in the first place?" He asks, raising his brows.

"I was done with my to-do list and didn't want to stay cooped up in the office.."

Not to mention to avoid the insanely annoying looks I had been receiving ever since those stupid rumors and photos had been out.

"Okay, just stay back and watch then.."

I watch him make cinematic shots of each individual model and car. My patience begins to thin when he's still busy with it twenty minutes later.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to keep myself busy. I carefully scroll through my Instagram explore page, ignoring the thousands of follower requests to my account.

The internet was very quick, so within hours of my face being online, people had found both my full name and social media accounts.

"y/n!"

I freeze, holding my phone against my chest, and turn in the direction the noise came from.

I make immediate eye contact with Valeria, her obnoxiously fake smile burning my eyes instantly.

"Yeah? Anything wrong with the shoot?" I ask, shoving my phone into my pocket.

"No, the players have just arrived- and it's a better look if you're off your phone and look interested."

I fight the urge to snort at her ridiculous comment, and just nod before I lose it.

"Sure, any reason you're here today? It's only for some short clips..”

I watch her take a step forward, a hand reaching up to her hip. She moves her neck in a weird way, staring at me for a moment.

"It's always good to see how my juniors work, and how close they are to the players is really something I like keeping an eye on.."

Oh- surprise, she was here for something stupid!

I was already over her snarky remarks, especially those insinuating a romantic relationship between Jude and me.

The thought only makes me want to gag.

I shiver at the cursed idea, noticing a few players already walking over to check out the new car they chose, and look back at Valeria.

"Well, I'm sure some of the guys really need your presence and knowledge. Please, go and join them.."

I instigate, hoping and wishing she goes to bother Toni instead.

For some reason, he could handle her bullshit really well.

"Oh, don't mind if I do.." She chuckles, immediately turning her back to me and walking away.

I sigh in relief, rubbing my nape to try to release some tension from my body.

I begin walking up to the cars myself, reading off every license plate to see which player got what model.

I stop at the car chosen by Aurélien, observing the details of the 'i4 eDrive35'.

« Très belle, non? » I hear him say. I nod, pursing my lips.

« Le couleur- noir est parfait.. » I compliment, stepping back to get a better view.

I open my mouth to say something else- but I'm startled by a loud car horn, it almost makes my eardrums explode. I shut my eyes tightly, not reacting fast enough to cover my ears properly.

"What the fuck.." I mumble, looking to my left. An obviously aggravated expression on my face, because who the hell thought that was a good idea?

“Jude! Get out of your mom’s car, please!” I exclaim, seeing him stand at the driver’s door.

The man couldn’t even drive, but got to choose a car for himself?

Not even that- he also chose the most expensive model worth more than a hundred thousand euros?

Life is so unfair.

“You’re standing in the way!” He exclaims, walking around to sit in the passenger seat. Another staff member comes over to drive him around the parking lot.

I give him a nasty look, stepping aside and looking back at Aurélien.

“Why don’t you join him?” He suggests, an obvious smirk on his face.

“What? Why would I do that?” I ask, raising my brows and folding my arms defensively.

“You know- nice car and fun drive..” He trails off, glancing at the moving car.

“I would feel like I’m in danger without him even being the driver..” I state, shielding my eyes from the sun with my hand.

He chuckles, as if to mock the fear for my safety. I shrug it off, looking behind me to see where Luis is.

“Come on- get in the car and I’ll get Luis to do a little video..” I usher, walking away to get Luis.

The entire shoot takes us about an hour before we’re finally done. I quickly bid farewell and thank fellow staff members for their hard work before jumping into my car.

I go to start my car, looking up to see where Luis is. I roll my windows down, letting some fresh air into the car, hoping he’ll be here quickly.

“No- it’s just annoying because I’m trying to do my job properly and I’m getting the craziest stares. Like, does having a conversation with someone mean we’re married with three kids and a chihuahua?!” I exclaim, looking at Amira on FaceTime.

“And you attended his match, and you wore his name on your shirt and spoke to his family and-"

I cut her off with a loud groan, rubbing my eyes in irritation.

“You’re the one who set me up!”

“I thought you already knew it was his shirt! Should I have worn Jude’s while you wore Trent’s?” She defends herself, a smirk forming on her lips.

I shake my head, dropping my pencil on the table.

I had been studying all day and had stopped the instant Amira called me.

“The way I can’t even get mad at anyone about this- ugh..” I complain, shifting in my chair.

“And those follow requests are so annoying..”

I grumble, totally aware of the fact that I had been complaining about literally every single thing and then some.

“Girl, if you set your account on public again and accept those followers..”

“What? I’m going to clout chase being that douche's fake girlfriend?”

“Obviously?”

“I have to take over my dad’s firm one day, and you want me to be known for dating my coworker?”

“Too late-"

I stop paying attention to what she’s saying when the front door opens, my gaze moving to see my dad walking in.

“I’m going to call you back later.” I mutter to Amira, waving at her until she hangs up.

I close my laptop, standing up to walk over to the door.

“Hey, dad- you’re late.” I say, grabbing his laptop bag off of him.

“I had a lot of work to review. Did you have dinner?” He asks, hanging his coat up on the coat rack.

“I had some of the food auntie Carmen made. You?”

“We all had dinner in the office. Everyone has been going home late these days.” He says, washing his hands in the kitchen sink before loosening his tie.

“With what?” I ask, setting his laptop bag on the table, prying into his business.

“Can’t say, but- don’t you think you need to tell me something?” He suddenly asks, turning to me.

I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes.

What the hell would I be hiding from him?

“Uh- no? I’m not sure what you’re talking about?” I state, scratching my nape in confusion.

“Are you sure?” He presses on, coming to hold onto my shoulders.

“I’m sure. What am I supposed to hide from you?” I ask, getting rather defensive, a frown forming in between my brows as I keep staring at him.

He notices my irritation, letting go of my shoulders and holding his hands up in surrender.

“Okay- I understand. Don’t get all angry at me..” He says, smiling.

“I’m not angry- just confused..”

“Forget I asked- How was work? How about you tell me about that instead?”

I purse my lips, looking down at my laptop.

“Alright, the players got new cars, so we had to do a shoot for BMW..” I mutter, fiddling with my notebook.

“You look so down, y/n. What? Are you jealous? I got you your new Audi less than two years ago..”

“What do you mean, dad? I love that car, would not exchange an Audi for a BMW- I have some car knowledge.” I state, my expression changing as I explain to him.

“That’s right! Come to me when you really want to change your car. I’ll call up some people I know.”

I make my way towards the printer, looking for the documents I had sent over to be copied a couple hours ago. Finding them, I quickly read them through to confirm the pages are complete, until I’m stopped by Hugo.

“Are you ready for El Classico week?” He asks, making a copy of something.

Most people, as in football fans, would say an El Classico is a match you shouldn’t miss. The long-standing rivalry between the two clubs was always interesting to watch, and I would definitely agree a hundred percent-

Only, if it didn’t mean we had to ensure our match posts, interviews, and statements were properly prepared and triple-checked and approved days leading up to the match.

Of course, I loved watching the game- but the way it exhausted literally everyone involved was no fun.

What made it harder was the fact that we had a whole Champions League match to worry about first. To sum it all up, no one was getting sleep for the next two weeks.

“Yeah, just really busy with preparations.” I reply, folding the corner of the documents.

“Good luck, we’ve all been having sleepless nights. It will be worth it in the end- you’ve experienced this before. Just keep on doing what you always do.”

I nod in acknowledgment, smiling at him.

“You’re right, we will put our best foot forward.” I give him a thumbs up, chuckling.

“Good- I’ll see you at lunch. Work hard!” He encourages, patting my shoulder before leaving with his printed papers.

I sigh in relief when he leaves, making my way up to my desk. I place the documents on the table, before running down to the pitch. Having to finish some last-minute recording of the match preparations.

I walk over to the pitch, training is already in full motion, and I notice Luis already there. I look around for any other staff members, only seeing the creepy guy I ran into weeks ago standing across the pitch.

The guy was a walking, real-life jumpscare at this point. I’d only run into him at random moments, and the way he’d look at me had my heart leaping into my throat.

“You’re late.” Luis complains, bringing me out of my thoughts, fiddling with a black cable.

“Did those two minutes kill you?” I ask, sighing, and look at the players who were training.

“Of boredom, yes..” He replies, and I notice the small- very slight compliment in his words. A smile forming on my face as I chuckle.

“We would’ve been absolutely fucked if Kepa didn’t save that one..” I mutter, insanely stressed, as I eye the scoreboard in the Lluís Companys Olympic Stadium. A temporary stadium FC Barcelona had been using for this season.

“Don’t say that- you have no trust in this team whatsoever..” Luis complains, looking up at me.

“Who will score?” I ask, we loved guessing who would score and assist goals during every match.

“Jude.” He immediately says, not hesitating one bit.

“No- I’m guessing Vinicius..” I say, eyes darting back to my laptop screen.

“I will be right- just watch..”

“It’s his second El Classico and his first in season one. What is he going-” I immediately stop talking when I notice a chance to score, my hands tangle into my shirt as I see how much space there is to score.

I gasp, and my jaw slacks open when Jude scores an absolute screamer, which I’d obviously never admit to him.

“I told you!” Luis screams, celebrating like it’s his birthday. I scoff, secretly happy we were put out of our 0-1 misery, and search for the draft I’m supposed to publish.

A couple minutes pass, it’s almost full time, and extra time is finally announced. The away side is full of Madridistas, all sitting on the edge of their seats until Luca kicks the ball towards Jude and GOAL!

The away side celebrates happily, with another El Classico win in our pocket. I quickly manage and do what I have to do, before we both get up to go back inside.

I was both delighted and annoyed at the fact that we won. Of course, it’s always amazing to win a match like this, especially when we were doing so well this season. Also because it’s Luca’s 500th match, and an assist is pretty amazing to pull off on a day like this.

The only thing making me have bitter feelings was the fact that I had to interview Jude today. Normally, Man Of The Match interviews with him were already horrific to experience. An elaborate interview with him, after I’d been avoiding him like the plague, wasn’t necessarily something I would want to do.

“Can you go first? I’ve got to pee really badly..” I say to Luis, placing my bag down and running towards the restroom. Finishing my business up quickly and washing my hands thoroughly.

I look around me for a bit, knowing that sometimes players would use these restrooms as well. I had heard about instances where the players of the opposite team had raged against our team’s staff members. Which definitely had me watching my back in moments like these.

I had interacted with some players of FC Barcelona, and they hadn’t been disrespectful so far.

Thus, I’m not too fazed when the door to the restroom opens. I look up as a sweaty and tired Ferran Tores walks in.

We make immediate eye contact, and I nod in greeting, shooting him a quick ‘hello' before pulling some paper towels from the dispenser to dry my hands.

He seems to be seething in anger, so I break eye contact, looking away.

“This is a staff bathroom, are you aware of that?”

He suddenly says, water splashing from the faucet as he begins washing his face.

“Sorry?” I question, wondering what he’s getting at.

“Not for girlfriends.” He mutters, turning the faucet off.

My face twists into one of confusion, the words throwing me for a loop. Seems like he notices, and he opens his mouth again.

“You’re Bellingham’s girl, aren’t you? This is the staff restroom.” He enunciates every single word as if I’m a kindergartner, it makes me freeze for a second.

I struggle to stop myself from reacting thoughtlessly, not knowing if I should be crying or laughing.

My hand reaches for my staff badge hanging from my neck, waving it in front of his face.

“Do I look like a girlfriend?” I ask, dropping my badge and stepping out before he can apologize.

Asshole, losing doesn’t give you the right to be so damn rude.

How could I even get rid of these stupid fucking rumors?

“Okay, smile!” I exclaim, holding Luis’s camera up to take a photo of the squad. With the happiness of winning an El Classico and the celebration of Luca's milestone came a lot of excitement and enthusiasm.

I hold back a chuckle at the sight of Aurélien laying on the floor, instructing some of them to move a bit for a better shot.

We take multiple photos together, staff members taking photos with the squad while I force them to stand in front of the camera.

“y/n, come here, and we’ll take a picture!” Antonio urges, snatching the camera off of me and pushing me to stand in front of the camera.

I feel myself being pushed, until I find myself almost pressing into Jude’s side.

I curse to myself, forcing an awkward smile as I pose next to everyone.

“What? Surely, you don’t think I bite?” Jude whispers, his arm dropping to his side.

“Please, shut up and pose. We still have that interview, so don’t start now..” I mutter between a clenched smile, pretending I’m not fazed.

I hear a soft chuckle, a mocking and breathy ‘sure’ leaving his mouth.

It gives me shivers down my spine, and I fight the urge to step on his shoe, focusing on posing instead.

This will be a long, long interview..

“You should’ve told me you’re leaving.” I mumble, mouth full of cereal and milk.

“Sorry, been so busy, didn’t even come to mind.” My dad says, walking around the house as he gets ready for work.

“Where is that blue tie I just got?” He shouts from his room.

“I ironed it! It’s in the bottom drawer!” I shout, scrolling through my messages.

“Got it!”

I hum, chugging the leftover milk in my bowl before standing up from the dining table.

“When are you going? Will you be gone for long?” I ask, watching him put the tie on in his bedroom.

“This weekend. It’s a crucial case, so I’ll be back when it’s totally over. Don’t get up to mischief. I know how you get when you’re home alone.” He points, giving me a stern look.

“Yeah, sure, I will plan a house party or two..” I joke, but it doesn’t land as he continues staring me down.

“Okay! I will be a responsible adult and call you or auntie Carmen when something happens..”

“Good, I’m leaving to get to work. Will you be back on time for dinner?” He says, grabbing his paperwork and laptop bag.

“Yeah, can we order in tonight?” I give him a pleading look, walking him out.

“You know I can’t deny my daughter happiness in the form of burgers and fries...”

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months ago

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Whitebeard Pirates x Tanjiro Reader

-It had been years since any of them had seen you, you were only fifteen or sixteen when you ran- no that’s not right, when you were chased off by those you had considered your family, the Whitebeard Pirates.

-They didn’t know it at the time, but a demon had snuck on board the ship, and he had sensed your strength, much like the strength of the other members on the crew, but there was something about you, something dangerous.

-He needed to get rid of you so he could then enjoy his feast of such prime meat, as the crew was full of insanely strong individuals.

-You had been framed for multiple accidents, supplies going missing, and injuries, despite there not being any proof that you had done any of it, and Whitebeard was blinded by his anger to realize that he wasn’t thinking rationally when they drove you away, kicking you off the ship.

-It was when the demon tried to attack, only to be quickly subdued, that they realized what had happened, this demon was responsible for everything, after it confessed everything, with the hopes Whitebeard would let him go.

-However, when they all rushed to find you, to apologize and make things right, you were already long gone, as you had run as fast as you could, blinded by your grief, not wanting to ever see them again. They were your family, they had adopted you and made you feel so safe, only to betray you so coldly like this.

-That’s how you felt when you first left the Moby Dick, but after a couple years that passed, you matured and realized that it was your grief talking and not your true feelings.

-You wanted to see them again, to set the record straight, but you never seemed to come across them again, even after you joined a new crew, the Demon Slayer Pirates, a group that dedicated themselves to eradicating demons as well as anyone corrupt, under your captain, Ubuyashiki.

-He was like a father to you, treating you so gently, it was a lot like Whitebeard, as the soft affections reminded you of him, but this was different, it felt…right, if you had to describe it.

-It wasn’t until Whitebeard reached out to your captain, requesting his help, as he and his crew came across one of his territories, a small summer island, that had been attacked by a demon, turning all others into demons, and he needed help dealing with them.

-When you saw the Moby Dick again, you could only stare up at it, old pain filling your heart as you remembered how they chased you away, but there was no hate in your heart, you knew it wouldn’t do any good to hate.

-Whitebeard, Marco, Jozu, and many of the others were all wide-eyed, seeing you there, now under a new crew, and many shouted out your name, as they had regretted how they treated you and wanted to apologize.

-You were surprised, as were your crew mates as you had quickly been pulled into a hug by your old crew, many who were crying, relieved to see you again.

-Some of your new friends, Inosuke and Zenitsu, were curious on how you knew Whitebeard, as the massive man kneeled before you, hugging you close, “I’m so sorry Y/N.”

-His words seemed to echo around you as tears easily welled in your eyes, making Inosuke run over to yell, “Oi you old bastard- how dare you make Y/N cry?! I’ll-” WHACK!! He was quickly sent to the ground, punched on the top of his head by Tengen, disciplining him.

-Ubuyashiki approached, his voice soothing and calm, “We can enjoy the reunion later. First, we have a job to too.”

-Several voices, including your own, shouted out immediately, “Yes sir!!” and you stepped away from the group and drew your sword as your captain lit a special candle, one that attracted demons.

-The Whitebeard Pirates were in awe, watching the Hashira, the strongest of the Demon Slayer Pirates, taking charge, while you, Inosuke, and Zenitsu, showed off your own skills, showing that you had grown over the past few years as you used your Sun Breathing techniques, taking out the demons that had taken over the island.

-All except you and your captain were sent out to patrol the island, to look for any lingering demons, as he had asked you to remain, so you could speak with Whitebeard and his crew.

-They told you of the demon they had found, who had confessed to everything after he had been captured, right before Marco burned him, and how they had believed you had been responsible for the incidents, something Whitebeard apologized for, for not investigating properly.

-They were stunned by your soft smile, hearing them all apologizing to you for how they treated you, and you smiled, letting a tear slip down your cheek, “I forgave you all long ago. I knew that you didn’t really mean what you had said, so I have no reason to be mad. You guys were my family after all!”

-You quickly found yourself being hugged by Thatch, Marco, and Ace, all of them crying comically as they held you, you looked exasperated, but Ubuyashiki could tell that you were happy, even if he couldn’t see you.

-When Whitebeard asked you to come back to them, your smile fell before you bowed deeply, your head touching the floor, “Thank you for the offer, but I refuse. I found my place with Captain Ubuyashiki and the other Demon Slayers.”

-Whitebeard wasn’t upset, like some of the others, like Ace, who looked ready to fight for you, as he reached his hand down, ruffling your hair softly, “I knew you wouldn’t, but I wanted to ask anyway. You do what makes you happy Y/N- but don’t think your crew is getting away from this island without having a party with us!!”

-Ubuyashiki couldn’t help but smile, hearing the cheers and the enthusiasm, agreeing and once everyone returned, safe and sound, many cheered at the thought of having a party.

-You enjoyed yourself, being back on the Moby Dick, there were so many faces you recognized and some you didn’t, but the vibe was still similar, like a family.

-Despite not going back to your old crew, Whitebeard and the others were still your family, and you would always consider them as such, and they considered you the same.

#one piece #demon slayer #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #ubuyashiki kagaya #whitebeard #tanjiro reader

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hufflefluff-stuff · 2 years ago

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could you write HL characters reacting to MC passing out due to exhaustion?

Thanks for being the first to request!! :D

Notes: MC has established relationships with the characters (individually). And I only did three bc I had good ideas for these ones specifically

Characters: Ominis, Poppy, Amit

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Ominis Gaunt

In the days following Sebastian casting Crucio on you in the scriptorium, it left lingering effects on your physical body.

You felt sharp aches and pains in your hands at random, which made your wand movements rather jerky.

You really should've been resting, but you've been receiving lots of owls lately, finding yourself being pulled in several different directions and (mistakenly) deciding that sleep wasn't important right now.

But the exhaustion catches up fast, as Ominis finds you passed out in the Undercroft, immediately panicking and thinking you got attacked.

After you're floo'd to the hospital wing, Madam Blainey looks after you while he tries to explain how he found you without exposing the secret hideaway.

She noted seeing "unusual" red sparks coming from your body, and for a moment his heart drops...and he forces himself to choke back tears upon realizing what's actually going on with you:

You're still feeling the aftereffects of Crucio..and never told him.

Merlin, he wishes you never took the full brunt of the curse. Why did it have to be you?

Somehow he managed to fall asleep, but when you wake up the next day, see your boyfriend, and gently squeeze his hand, he's wide awake too, relieved to no longer detect those sparks.

You claimed to be extremely tired from all the errands you've been running....but when he asks you if "it" still hurts, you realize there's no playing dumb this time.

So you relent and explain the aches and pains, quickly reassuring him they're gone.

Yet nothing you could say in that moment mattered, as it didn't stop him from silently breaking down, laying his head in your lap as tears spilled from his glazed eyes.

This is extremely unlike him, but he can't help it...knowing that the same curse which traumatized him all those years ago was now hurting the one he loved most.

Not to mention you're giving more and more of yourself away to people you hardly knew without considering putting your own well-being first.

He never sees you anymore, and it hurts him.

"Don't you get it? You're killing yourself, MC, and...i-it's killing me, too." He sounds completely shattered. "Is this what it takes for you to finally understand?"

"No, no..you're right. This never should've happened. I'm sorry, love." Frowning in guilt, you pet his hair comfortingly, realizing how much you've neglected him. "You have every right to be angry."

"..I'm not angry. I just...I-I wish we never went down there. I should've stopped Sebastian from-"

"He's not to blame. Don't go yelling at him now." You chuckle softly, before promising him a date to Three Broomsticks as an apology..

Along with you swearing to stop doing favors for strangers.

He calms down after that, still vowing to yell at Sebastian later on.

But he's looking forward to that date.

Poppy Sweeting

You were both venturing through the Forbidden Forest, on a mission to rescue an injured golden unicorn that was supposedly spotted.

Apparently someone noticed it limping around, sporting a deep gash in its leg and leaving a bloody trail.

Poppy figured it narrowly escaped a trap, which was confirmed after you stumbled upon a mechanism tainted in blood.

Time was now of the essence, as some poacher could capture it first, or worse...it could die from its injury.

Despite the sun having set long ago, you insisted on searching even if it took you both all night long.

While Poppy could keep up with you (even tho she worried about the curfew), your energy was nearly spent as you've been out raiding poacher camps and freeing caged beasts all day long, not having returned to the castle once to rest nor eat.

You had plenty of wiggenweld potions, but unfortunately they didn't cure exhaustion.

Obviously you weren't gonna tell your girlfriend that, so you continued tracking down the golden unicorn.

And eventually you discovered it peacefully grazing in a foggy meadow, with Poppy gazing in awe.

"How majestic!" She whispers excitedly. "Now to catch it...we can try Leviosa, but it might panic. Glacius could work, too...though it seems cruel to freeze a unicorn. Hmm, what do you think......MC??"

She turns to you and sees you on the ground, not moving.

At first she freaks out, until she realized you still have a pulse, but she knew you had to get back to the castle ASAP. The forest was no place for a nap!

Fortunately, Highwing was in your nab-sack, so you both got back there in one piece, where you recuperated in the hospital wing.

Madam Blainey noted sleep deprivation, and while Poppy's upset that you didn't listen to her, she can't be entirely angry with you.

She knows you've been stretching yourself thin, saving all these beasts on top of your other escapades.

That being said, she literally had to push you back into bed so you didn't bolt out of it after remembering what happened before you passed out.

"But the golden unicorn..!" You panic. "He was right there! Now we'll never find out where-!"

"It's okay, MC! I saved him. He's safe and sound in the vivarium." She hastily reassures you, showing you a few strands of golden unicorn hair as proof. "We'll go once you feel better."

You calm down after seeing the strands, before you smile and embrace her tightly. "I'm so lucky to have you, Poppy."

"I am, too,love...I'm glad you value the health and well-being of beasts, but that shouldn't take priority over your own. We can't help them if we don't help ourselves first."

"..you're right, I'm sorry. I'll try to remember that."

Amit Thakkar

All of your escapades inside and outside the castle had you drained and exhausted. You wish you had more time for yourself nowadays.

But people needed you: friends, students from your house, professors, townsfolks, goblinkind....you couldn't just ignore their requests for help.

Who else but you had such bravery and ancient magic skills? Nobody. It had to be you.

You've kept your missions secret from your boyfriend, claiming you're only out all the time to look for astronomy tables...which is partially true.

After what happened in the goblin mine, Amit was left shaken for a few days, and you felt guilty for practically dragging him into that mess just because you needed him to translate some things.

So when he sent you an owl asking you to come by an astronomy table located in a field of grass without explanation, you abandoned your current mission and headed there straight away, anxious about what he wanted to discuss.

As it turns out, he knew you were doing more than just observing constellations...but he wasn't mad at you for keeping secrets.

Rather, he knew you needed a break and invited you out here to get away from everything.

He had a blanket that you two laid on together, watching the stars; not for any assignment in particular, but just because the sky was especially clearer and pretty tonight and he didn't want you to miss that.

"I like coming here when I feel like there's too much weighing down on me all at once. My studies, my responsibilities...they can get overwhelming." He sighs, turning to you. "I'm certain you feel the same way, my dear."

"Amit, this is lovely..and...I appreciate it more than you know. But Lodgok needs me to-"

"He can wait." His voice is firm, unusual for the typically calm and passionate Ravenclaw. But his gestures are the opposite as he wraps his arm around you. "Let's stay here a while, MC..and just...forget about the world. At least for tonight. I guarantee you will feel much better...and you'll shine twice as bright tomorrow."

You agree to stay, but only because you're weak to his sappy and poetic remarks.

And you close your eyes, listening to his soft ramblings of the moon's current phase and what it all meant.

While his fascination with the cosmos keeps him wide awake for some time, he sees you passed out on the blanket minutes later and smiles lightly, relieved that he helped you find some peace.

You promised to protect him down in the mines...now it's his turn to protect you as you slept, ensuring no person nor beast bothers you.

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lettersfromaphrodite · 2 years ago

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― pairing : Jeongin x fem! reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, reader is a witch, soulmates, medieval settings as always, fluff ― word count : 2.354

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

It was a full moon tonight; Jeongin and the others were on a hunt, their souls at ease and their wolves roaming free among their territory happily howling at the moon. Jeongin was the younger in their pack; therefore, he was less used to these nights, and super excited about it. He loved being in his wolf form: feel one with nature for him – and the others, was a priceless feeling, their senses were heightened, and the moon seemed to protectively watch over them during the hunt.

Jeongin’s run was suddenly interrupted by a strong and undoubtedly delicious scent. He kept running, wondering why no one else was showing any sign of having smelled it as well, when the scent was distracting him so much it slowly became an unbearable tempting feeling and he started slowing down, taking big sniffs at the air in order to individuate where the delicious scent which started to cloud his senses came from.

Noticing his actions, the pack slowed down as well, gathering in front of him. Thanks to their bond, Jeongin did not have to turn back human in order to question his friends about it, but unfortunately, they all told him that they could not smell nothing out of the ordinary. Chris, in his majestic grey wolf form, reached out to nuzzle at him, urging him to follow his instincts. «It’s okay,» he heard the alpha’s voice in his head, «Go look for your mate, we’ll see you at home!» his words were accompanied by the others which happily agreed with him, and with that, they went separate ways. The pack and their loud howls turned left, while Jeongin turned right, carefully heading out of the woods.

Jeongin quickly hid behind a large tree as he identified the source of the scent: it came from a lonely cottage not too far from the village, where a girl – which quickly understood being a witch, was busy cooking something in the garden while quietly humming to a song he didn’t recognize.

“Who does even cook this late at night?” he ingenuously thought, carefully and curiously walking closer, hidden by the shadows of the night. “And most importantly, what is she cooking? Why does it smell so delicious?”

It was a full moon tonight, and therefore, your favourite moment to cook all the potions people requested you. You embraced the title of witch of the village few weeks after people the initial scepticism the villagers showed slowly turned into interest and somehow, awe.

People would come for you asking for any kind of things, spacing from asking you to make their crop grow faster, to various illness remedies, youth elixirs, soreness remedies… and of course, love potions. Initially, you were surprised about how many people could possibly ask for them, but you could never bring yourself to say no. After all, they all paid you and you made a living out of it and therefore, tonight you were cooking love potions since the moon appeared in the dark sky.

«I wonder what’s with them wanting to know at any cost who their soulmate is,» you mumbled, adding some sky blue flower’s petals to the small cauldron hovering above the fireplace in your garden.

«Don’t you agree?» you slightly turned your head to the left, questioning the presence that slowly had made its way to hide in the bushed next to the wooden fence next to you.

«You can show yourself, you know?» you asked few moments later with a small chuckle, still busy with your potions. With attentive eyes, you saw a ginger wolf slowly making his way out of the bushes and walking his way next to you. His eyes were a light shade of blue, almost white, and his eyes were big and curious, yet wary. His eyes kept shifting from you to the table next to the cauldron, where you neatly organized your small flasks – some already full with the faint azure potions and some still empty.

The wolf wasn’t the only one to be wary, in fact, you were ready to cast a spell as soon as he tried a move you didn’t like since, after all, there was a full moon in the sky, and you knew that wolves risked to easily lose control. However, a strange aura settled between the two of you, and you found yourself cooking with a wolf carefully studying every move you made, while still staying at a reasonable distance from you. You did not mind company, and so you kept humming to the song you heard from some villagers few days earlier, occasionally interrupted by the faint howls of what you deduced was the pack of the wolf sitting next to you.

Cooking potions never took too much time, and so you quickly find yourself to cast a spell for the fireplace to extinguish by itself.

«Well, my friend.» you said, collecting all the flask full of potion. «I wish you a good night, and a nice hunt!» you smiled at the wolf, who looked back at you with wide eyes. Turning around, you walked back into your house, closing the wooden door behind you.

What you definitely didn’t expect the next morning when you opened your front door, was to find a hare’s tail neatly cleaned up and arranged as a small keychain on the ground. Of course, as soon as you met up with a friend, you couldn’t help telling him everything about what happened.

«I’m serious, Minho.» you said, placing the small hare’s tail on the inn’s table. «Look at this.» Minho’s eyes widened in realization, before a smug knowing smile was suddenly plastered on his lips. Minho was indeed a mysterious boy. You became his friend through your brother, now working as a warlock somewhere in the capital, and you knew that he was not a simple commoner since the first moment you saw him. Minho eventually became one of your friend’s boyfriend, and you found out he was indeed a wolf.

«Whoever he is,» he said, leaning over the table, as if leaning closer to you, «He’s officially courting you.»

«Whoever he is?» You groaned, brushing a hand through your hair, «Minho, he’s from your pack, there’s no doubt!» you whined, and then spent your time together asking for clues about the boy’s identity. Minho would smile every time, shrugging, as he kept playing dumb.

«Jeongin!» Minho said, plopping on the younger’s bed with a mischievous expression. «You need some advice on courting witches, don’t you?» he asked, a wide smile appearing on his lips as he saw Jeongin’s eyes widen comically wide.

«I don’t know what you’re talking about.» he answered, his cheeks red in embarrassment.

Minho hummed, «How about flowers?» he proceeded, capturing the younger boy’s interest. «Witches use flowers and herbs for their potions, so it could be useful!» Jeongin nodded, hesitantly. «For any other thing, don’t hesitate to ask me, okay?» Minho ruffled his friend’s hair, before changing the topic.

The two following weeks had been rather interesting; you’d find any kind of herbs and flower neatly arranged in a small bouquet sealed with a red string right in front of your front door, and you couldn’t help but smile, looking around if you saw any hints of the ginger wolf which was carefully hiding in the woods to look at your reactions.

“I bet Minho is behind this,” you thought about the change of style your gifts had, and gladly accepting them while wondering about the identity of the mysterious boy. Even if you felt dejected because he didn’t show up neither in his human or his wolf form, you still waited.

The topic of Jeongin courting his mate had become the official and most interesting talk among the pack. First of all, his friend’s mates – which strangely enough were all witches, helped him picking up and arranging the bouquets of flowers and herbs so that each of them would look beautiful, while his friends, well… They would spend their days both helping him, both affectionately making fun of him.

«Our baby is all grown up, now.» Changbin said one day, locking him in a tight hug. Jeongin furrowed his brows, secretly loving the other showing affection but also, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Of course, Jeongin officially found his mate, but would his mate accept him? There was only one person that could know your answer in advance.

«Are you going to accept the bond?» Minho asked once again, his glass hanging mid-air. You and Minho were basically having a staring contest, at this point. He kept asking you that same question, and you kept refusing to answer, choosing instead to keep eating the delicious food the local inn offered. Minho’s eyes glanced at the hare’s tail securely hanging from your leather belt, and your eyes widened.

«Well, he’s my mate.» you shrugged, answering his silent question, «And I must admit I appreciate all the presents, so yeah, I will.» What you did not realize, was that there were seven boys overhearing the conversations from few tables from yours, which eventually erupted in silent cheers at your positive response.

«You have no choice,» Hyunjin kindly told Jeongin, «you have to meet her soon.» Jeongin nodded, nervousness having the best of him. Since the first night he saw you, he was somehow too shy to meet you again.

You halted your movement with wide eyes, the spoon hanging in mid-air few millimetres from your lips. Minho gave you a questioning look, and you carefully put your spoon back into the bowl; the reason you stopped eating was that you felt a suspicious wave of nervousness wash over you, which definitely did not come from you. Therefore, this could only mean one thing.

«He must be close,» you said, not noticing Jeongin and his friends abruptly halt their movements and snap their head to look at you. «I can feel his emotions.» you said, looking around the tables, locking your eyes for a moment with a young boy with black hair and gentle eyes, which offered you a small smile before lowering his gaze.

lowly, you turned towards Minho with a pleased smirk. «I might have found him.» you said, and Minho answered with a wink. Now, you knew that you were basically surrounded by wolves, meaning that not only they overheard the conversation you and Minho just had, but they were also going to hear what you were about to say. Your eyes flashed golden as a small paper appeared out of thin air, and carefully flew in front of Minho.

“If you read this out loud I’ll kill you, but he’s cute!” the paper said, and Minho erupted into a loud laugh.

You had to wait two more weeks for Jeongin to finally show up at your door in his human form, and his cuteness was enough to make you blush as well. Relief and happiness were all you felt as you spent the afternoon sitting in your veranda, bonding and talking about random topics. Jeongin was also a funny boy, you noticed, pleased about the fact that apparently, your mate had all the right cards to be considered your ideal type. You knew that you both felt incredibly enamoured and attracted to each other due to the fact you were mates, but you both realized that, with time, the bond wouldn’t be the only reason behind the emotional and physical pull you felt towards to each other.

«I’m happy you liked my present!» Jeongin’s eyes lightened up as he spotted the hare’s tail you wore on your belt. «I catched it as you wished me good luck!» you couldn’t help but share your mate enthusiasm with a soft smile.

«It was a… singular choice, for a gift.» you smiled, and Jeongin’s shoulders fell for a moment, his lips momentarily falling into a small pout, «But I appreciated it.» as Jeongin smiled at you, you decided that you’d do anything in your power to always see his happy and blissed out expression.

Afternoon quickly turned into evening, and you said goodbye to Jeongin with a kiss on his cheek, biting the inner of your own cheek in order not to smile at the blush that covered his face.

Within the next week, Jeongin basically spent more time at your house rather than at his; you didn’t mind it, instead, you found adorable how he would sometimes doze off to sleep as you were finishing to cook poisons for the villagers. You would simply settle for waking him up just enough to lead him to the bedroom without having to carry him using magic, and you would snuggle your way on the bed next to him, so that the both of you slept while spooning, Jeongin’s arms loosely draped around your waist. Other times, he would help you, handing you the herbs you needed, or handing you empty flasks for you to fill them. Spending time with Jeongin was great, and made you feel complete.

«That night, the scent you followed… It was the love potion, wasn’t it?» you curiously asked your mate, as you were once again busy with commissions.

«At first, I thought that too.» Jeongin shook his head, handing you one of the empty flasks in order to help you, his eyes locked on the white smoke erupting from the cauldron. «But the mesmerizing scent was… yours.»

«Oh!» you smiled, carefully taking the flask from Jeongin’s hands in order to fill it with the potion, «And how would you describe my scent?» you asked, with a smile, curious about what was so special about you to interfere with his hunt.

«Home.» Jeongin simply answered, the sincerity you saw in his eyes was disarming. You slowly adverted your gaze, a faint blush on your cheeks; you glanced at Jeongin, which was exactly in your situation, cheeks covered by a slightly brighter blush while toying with another empty flask in his hands. With a wide smile, you leaned over, and kissed Jeongin’s lips in a quick kiss.

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I Wish You Love | Part Six

I Wish You Love Masterlist

Lewis Nixon x Housemaid!Female Reader

The future you and Lewis have longed and planned for finally arrives.

Warnings: Class Divide, Judeo-Christian Blasphemy, Language, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes [deflowering/virginity loss, fingering, oral sex - f receiving, unprotect vaginal sex, multiple orgasms] - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Reader's nationality is British and liberties have been taken in describing her background and family life for the sake of plot. No physical descriptions or y/n used. A good portion of this fic will be letter-based. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Word Count: 5391

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You’d barely made it into the suite before Lewis’s mouth was on yours, kissing you deeply as he pulled you flush against him, much closer than the company you’d had to endure all evening had allowed. You gasped against his lips, startled, which he took full advantage of; his tongue thoroughly reacquainting itself with yours until oxygen necessitated that he pull back slightly.

“I’ve been aching to hold you properly since you stepped into that room hours ago.”

“Oh Lewis…” You murmured breathlessly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His eyes met yours intensely as he smoothed the hair back from your face. “I promise there will be no need for us to separate like that again.”

You smiled softly and pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. “Would you indulge me, just five minutes, while I change into something more comfortable?”

His eyes twinkled slightly as he raised an eyebrow. “How could I resist a request laced with such potential.” He pecked your lips once more before surrendering his hold on you, watching you make your way into the bedroom where your luggage was waiting, just as Sara had promised.

Fetching the nightgown from the top of your worn suitcase, the very same that had once housed his letters and later assisted you in your flight from Lydiard, you stepped into the ensuite bathroom to begin removing the layers of clothing that covered your body. Coming at last to just your underwear you paused a moment, biting your lip before sliding them off as well. Everything was folded carefully and set on the corner of the counter before you slipped into the thin-strapped rayon nightgown, a very convincing likeness for silk, with lace appliques and a scandalously low back that nearly exposed the cleft of your behind.

Debating a moment about the pins in your hair, you decided to leave them in place so Lewis might have a chance to properly ruin the style as he had promised in the car. The jewelry you left as well, wanting to tuck it away immediately in the storage cases. Stepping out with your stack of clothing balanced expertly on one hand, you swallowed thickly to find Lewis already seated on the end of the bed facing the door. His presence in your private spaces was something you were looking forward to adjusting to.

His jacket was draped over the back of a chair, his bowtie hanging untied around his neck, framing a number of undone buttons that provided a very enticing peek at the hollow of his throat. He had been focusing on one of his cufflinks but at the sound of the door opening, lifted his eyes and froze at the sight of you.

“Christ in heaven…” He breathed, rising to his feet to snatch the pile of folded clothes from your hand, dumping them unceremoniously onto the chair, undoing your careful work.

“Lewis!” You protested in dismay as they landed haphazardly, turning to look at him as he took your hands, lifting them our at your sides gently so he could properly drink you in.

“Forgive me, I could not bear to have anything obstructing my view of you right now.” He swallowed visibly, eyes slightly unfocused as they met yours. “You are indescribably beautiful, darling. Breathtaking. I didn’t buy this one did I…” His fingers caressed the material against the skin of your hip, making you shiver as you shook your head.

“I did. I’m pleased you like it.” You smiled shyly, finding his reaction to it both overwhelming and flattering.

Lewis stepped closer, the fabric of his dress shirt rustling slightly against your nightgown as he dragged his nose along your jaw. “I adore it, particularly on you. Even more so with this necklace.” His fingers trailed along the expensive jewelry still adorning your neck.

“I was going to put it away in the safe…” You exhaled shakily as his hands slid around your body to splay against your back, undoubtedly with the intention to pull you closer, but as they found bare skin, Lewis tensed.

Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you stayed very still, even though your heart raced as thousands of nerve endings responded to his touch somewhere so very new.

“There’s no back?” His exhale sounded almost anguished before he burrowed his face into the crook of your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feel of him pressed so close with so few layers between you and you gave in to the urge to run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how thick and yet soft it was, such a juxtaposition in textures. “Have I killed you?” You whispered softly after a moment.

“I’m rallying.” He replied, lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, making you tremble in response.

His fingertips slowly began moving in exploratory swirls across the expanse of your back, as if mapping the new territory. Lewis raised his head with a deep inhale before his mouth was suddenly on yours, drawing a mewl of delight and surprise from your throat as you clung to his hair. The fingers of his one hand slipped past the edge of your nightgown to trail up the curve of your waist, along your ribcage as the other buried itself into your hair in turn, a cascade of pins falling to the carpet as he well and truly ruined the style.

Moving higher still, Lewis’s fingers brushed against the side of your breast, making you arch sharply against him. You pulled back from his lips to stutter out a quick apology.

“Does it feel nice?” He asked softly, voice gravelly as though he’d just woken from slumber.

Swallowing thickly, you could feel a wave of heat creeping up your neck and across your face. “Yes.” You replied in a hushed voice, a tiny whimper escaping you as he moved his fingers against your sensitive flesh with more purpose.

“Never apologize for enjoying something, darling.” He kissed you warmly before shifting his lips to trail along your jaw, down your throat, huffing as he suddenly encountered the necklace once more. “As much as I appreciate this on you, it is now more a hindrance than anything.”

Gently unravelling his arms from around your body, he stepped behind you to reach for the clasp, undoing it slowly before removing the weight of it from around your neck. You heard the necklace land on the desk with a soft clatter before his lips were painting a line of kisses down your spine.

“This garment is even better from back here, if that is possible.” He murmured against your kiss-dampened skin, making you reach out for the end of the bed to steady yourself as you found your thighs clenching together once again.

As if sensing your distress, Lewis slung his arm around your waist, pulling you back against him as his lips latched onto the now-bare skin of your neck, nipping and sucking at it as his hands skated higher along your abdomen to cup your breasts slowly. Moaning rather wantonly, in your opinion, you remained very concerned in the ability of your knees to keep you upright as they seemed to be turning to liquid rather than remaining the solid bone they ought to be. Seeking anchor, your arms stretched back and overhead to wrap around Lewis’s neck, clinging to him as his hands seemed to work magic.

“Lewis.” You sighed eagerly, arching into his touch, your behind pressing back against his hips, making you acutely aware of the hard length of him as he grunted against your neck.

“I know…” He whispered heatedly, making you shudder.

His hands reached up to lower your arms to your sides before he began to slide the straps of the nightgown down and off your shoulders, letting gravity do the rest as the fabric cascaded down your body and pooled on the floor, leaving you completely bare.

“I’ve never been more sure that I married the right woman until this very moment.” He nipped your shoulder blade playfully as his hands gripped your hips, walking you toward the bed.

The feel of his shirt and trousers against your bare skin made you swallow. “You are wearing a lot of clothes…” You whispered apprehensively.

“I’ll fix that, I promise.” Turning you in his arms he kissed you warmly, thoroughly, until you felt some of the accumulated tension leave your body. Only then did he part from your mouth to ease you back onto the bedspread. “My wife…” He breathed, tone filled with disbelief.

Feeling exposed, and disproportionately naked, you leaned up to tug the bowtie from his collar insistently, tossing it to the floor. It seemed enough of a signal for him to make good on his promise, for he made quick work of the rest of his clothing, stripping down to his boxers before sliding onto the bed to bestow another warm kiss to your lips. Settling onto his forearm, his mouth journeyed south to your collarbone as his free hand came to rest on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you jumped slightly at the contact.

Open-mouthed kisses and feather-light touches combined to slowly put you at ease, your hands coming to rest once more in his hair, your thighs gradually parting for him. Lewis’s approach was cautious and yet deliberate, finding each and every sensitive point on your body to tease and stroke and mouth at until you were a trembling mess, every heated exhale laced with a noise of pleading pleasure so that by the time he cupped your core you only moaned raggedly, pressing towards his touch with pure need.

As his fingers circled a sensitive bundle of nerves you were only minorly acquainted with, your hips practically levitated, an eager cry of his name falling from your lips as you tugged at his hair.

“Good?” He whispered hoarsely against your temple, and you nodded frantically as he repeated that motion whilst also beginning to tease the entrance to your warmth, tracing the edges of it, dipping in shallowly until you bucked your hips again, his finger sliding in fully.

Your eyes flew open to meet his dark gaze, pupils having nearing devoured the soft brown of his irises in his lust as he watched your face hungrily. “Oh Lewis…” You sighed, before your throat closed off with another moan as he began to work his digit in and out of your body.

“God darling you look utterly divine.” He groaned in response, bowing his head to suck the skin at the top of your left breast between his teeth, your back arching, your hips bucking, your entire body writhing beneath his ministrations.

A tension was beginning to build inside you, creeping into your muscles staring from your fingers and toes and working inward. A heaviness was blooming in your lower abdomen. As Lewis added a second finger into your wet warmth, you could feel yourself lurching ever closer to some sort of precipice, both alluring and alarming. “Lew I…I’m…” You could barely manage full words let alone a complete sentence as beads of sweat dewed along your skin.

“That’s right darling, just let go, I’ll catch you.” He kissed up your sternum to press his cheek against yours, breath tickling your ear as you whimpered in reply.

His words of reassurance, the insistent thrust of his fingers, combined with the mind melting circling of his thumb against that place of pure pleasure proved to be more than enough to send you hurtling into a shower of stars as your body spasmed, a wail wrenched from your throat. Lewis caught you, as promised, peppering tender kisses across your cheekbones and chin as your eyes fluttered open again in wonder.

“That…that was…”

Lewis grinned and kissed you gently. “Just the beginning.”

He barely gave you a few moments to catch your breath before he was sliding down your body to shoulder his way between your still-wobbly knees, latching his mouth onto your folds to deliver as thorough a kiss as he would to your mouth. Your hands wrenched at the bedding viciously as you moaned helplessly, thighs clenching on either side of his head as he let out an eager moan of his own in response.

Whether Lewis was more skilled with his mouth, or you were simply starting from an already heightened place of pleasure, or perhaps a combination of the two, your second climax was much quicker in the offing. It was also a much noisier affair, your cries of pleasure escalating in frequency and volume, and regularly echoed by Lewis, like some sort of sinful call and refrain.

As he climbed back up your body, grinning like the cat that ate the canary – and really, was he not? – you barely had the wherewithal to remember how to breathe.

“Do you wish to stop for the night, darling?” He asked, smoothing the hair from your forehead tenderly.

Furrowing your brow, you looked to him quizzically. “I may not have done this before, but I know enough to be certain we have yet to address your pleasure, Lewis.”

You watched his tongue slowly drag along his bottom lip in thought.

“I would be alri–” His offer was silenced by the sharp shake of your head before your fingers slid to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. You were intrigued by the unfamiliar taste on his tongue, belatedly realizing it must be the taste of you.

“You have also been exceedingly patient, Lewis. I am rallying.” You employed his earlier phrase and he grinned fondly, kissing your forehead before rolling onto his back to lift his hips and divest himself of his boxers.

The sight of his hardened length, standing proud between his legs, was the second alluring yet alarming thing that evening.

“Darling?” He prompted gently and you looked to his face, relaxing at his soft smile.

“Yes, Lewis.” You nodded and opened your arms to him.

He carefully slid over your body, his thigh hooking behind your knee to spread your legs wider, making room to settle his hips against yours as he kissed you deeply. Teasing his length against you, the pair of you were sharing sharp pants of longing between open mouthed kisses before long. At last, Lewis shifted his hips back to slowly sink into your well-prepared warmth, putting you in awe of your body’s ability to accept all that he had to offer, and how very good it felt to be stretched around him.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Lewis took slow, steady breaths, staying very still as he watched your face closely. Your eyes shifted to meet his and you smiled softly, arching your neck to kiss him warmly.

“Husband.” You breathed.

“Wife.” He replied before rocking against you, his eyes fluttering shut as the sweet exchange devolved into a pair of lewd moans.

Your mutual need drove the pair of you to seek release in one another’s arms. As delightful as climax at Lewis’s hands or mouth was, you decided you preferred it best like this. To watch him as he struggled to maintain his focus, his descent into the maddening euphoria only pulling you down with him. As he pressed his palm to your lower abdomen, thumb dropping between your bodies to once again pluck at your bundle of nerves like a harp string, you thrashed against him as your release took you, struggling to keep your eyes open at his harsh shout of your name, the foreign yet not unpleasant feeling of his climax inside you following shortly thereafter.

Collapsing atop you briefly, Lewis’s back heaved as he desperately sought to catch his breath, aftershocks trembling through his frame. Rather than suffocating, you found something deeply comforting and welcome in the weight of him upon you, stroking your hands along his spine, filled with a tinge of regret as he carefully rolled onto his back beside you once he seemed to come back to himself.

“I will run us a bath in short order, darling, if you can just indulge me a few minutes more.”

Smiling tenderly, you shifted onto your side to kiss his cheek warmly. “Perhaps I can manage it, let me try.”

Leveraging yourself up to a sitting position, you set your feet onto the plush carpet, giggling a little at your slightly unsteady legs, not unlike a newborn foal, but they still proved somewhat serviceable, conveying you to the bathroom where you drew a warm bath. You were about to turn to check on Lewis when his arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Rallying?” You asked softly.

“Mmmm.” He murmured and kissed your shoulder.

Joining you in the tub, you worked together to see that both of you were cleaned and towelled dry before returning to the bedroom wearing the hotel supplied robes. You turned down the bedding, tucking him in before taking a moment to organize your luggage for the morning.

“Darling, what on earth are you doing?” He muttered drowsily, watching you from his perch on the pillows.

“Just ensuring I have enough to wear for the crossing, I won’t be much longer.”

“Mrs. Nixon, I plan on keeping you naked and in bed as much as possible, you won’t need many clothes at all.”

“Mr. Nixon!” Whirling on him with a scandalized look, he smirked up at you with a bemused expression.

“Now get that delicious behind into this bed immediately.” He patted the mattress invitingly and you rolled your eyes, taking a few more moments to finish up before sliding out of the hotel robe and diving beneath the sheets with him.

Snaking his arms around your waist he pulled you close, reaching back to turn out the light before kissing you gently. “Sleep well.”

“Good night, husband.”

When the phone rang with the wake-up call at seven that morning, Lewis was in much less of a loving mood. Essentially hanging up on the poor desk clerk, he did his best to pin you to the mattress with his body.

“Lewis my father’s train leaves in an hour and a half I really must…even if you can’t manage it…”

He grumbled resentfully, somehow replacing every grip on you as you soon as you managed to free it.

“How many limbs do you have?!” You huffed in exasperation.

“Just the normal five, wife.” He mumbled and you smacked his arm as even in his semi-conscious state he still managed to make lewd jokes.

“If you ever wish to see that nightgown again you will allow me to wish my family farewell.”

As if by magic, you found yourself free to slip from the bed, laughing softly under your breath as you hurried to the washroom to dress and do your hair, even more surprised to find him dressed as well when you emerged.

It was not particularly easy to say goodbye, but Lewis promised it would not be forever, that you would surely be back to visit and often. You bestowed a kiss on the cheeks of your father and brother in the sitting room of their suite, Johnny hauling you in for a crushing hug before aggressively shaking Lewis’s hand until they had to head toward the lift and down to a waiting taxi.

Lewis took you back to your suite to treat you to breakfast before it was time for the pair of you to check out as well, the train to Southampton set to depart shortly after noon.

Moving to take a seat in the lobby as Lewis settled the bill at the front counter, you stopped short as a very familiar face came into view. Flocked by several well-heeled society maidens was one Isobel St John, far too well dressed for eleven o’clock in the morning, though whomever was doing her hair these days was not quite as good at it as you had been. Her icy blue eyes flicked over your face before rolling so hard you were surprised they didn’t pop out of their sockets.

“Seems they’ll allow anyone in here these days. Truly, their standards really have fallen since the war.”

The comforting pressure of Lewis’s hand against your lower back, accompanied by the dizzying scent of his aftershave, straightened your spine and rid you of the desire to make yourself small and slink off in the face of her persistent cruelty.

“Good day, Miss St John. I don’t think you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my wife.” He spoke cooly, formally, but you were too busy examining her left hand to confirm that her ring finger was indeed still bare. Confirming that Lewis had addressed her properly. Just as she was surely staring intently at the set of rings on your hand in kind.

“Mr. Nixon. Glad to see you made it to the other side of the war. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re quite late.” She turned on her heel sharply and her companions struggled to keep up with her brisk clip out of there.

Pressing your lips together, smothering the laugh that threatened at the back of your throat, you turned to look up at him fondly. “You finished quicker than I expected.”

“Oh, I’m not quite done, but I wasn’t about to abandon you to the wolves.” He murmured, kissing your cheek softy.

You were so overcome with tenderness at his rescue that you rather forgot yourself and turned your head to kiss him firmly in the crowded space. “Thank you.” You murmured against his lips.

“Anytime, Mrs. Nixon.” He grinned warmly, seeing you to an armchair before returning to his previous task.

As promised, Lewis kept you very much undressed and occupied for the majority of your journey across the Atlantic, completely washing away any of the rage you had been planning on unleashing upon him in the rather opulent quarters of your cabin. His efforts persisted in the borrowed house you two occupied for several weeks in the Bahamas and combined with sun, surf, and sand you quite lost track of all time as you awaited your immigration papers.

Unbeknownst to you, their arrival in mid-March was certainly some sort of bureaucratic record and saw the pair of you packing up your luggage and making your way to your new home in New Jersey. As in all things, Lewis had completely ignored your wishes and most definitely purchased a mansion.

“You really don’t have to Lewis…” You protested as he stopped you at the front door, unlocking it as the driver unloaded your luggage from the car.

“I really think I do, though, darling.” He grinned. “It’s bad luck otherwise.” Bending down, he threaded his arm behind your knees, scooping you up against his chest to step over the threshold, gently setting you back down inside.

“Well done.” You laughed softly, patting his shoulder before turning to taking in the wood panelled entryway. “All this for just us two…”

“A library for our books, an office for me, a study for you, rooms for guests and space to entertain. It’s modest, I promise.”

You eyed him skeptically but pressed a kiss to his cheek all the same.

It took some navigating to find a purpose as Lewis headed back to work almost immediately on your arrival in America, having been away for so long. The house needed decorating, which was something you were able to undertake with the assistance and guidance of a professional recommended by Lewis’s mother, but after that it was a matter of accumulating charities and volunteer work to fill your time where domestic service and factory work once had.

As anywhere, some were downright snobbish, Isobel St John had not been an original in her classism by any means, but you found kindness and hard work went a long way to building friendships with the people of your new country. Lewis would also bring his good friend Dick and others from the office over often. It was nice to meet people from his life, particularly ones you had heard so much about, as you’d not previously had the chance.

You were reorganizing your study one afternoon, having quite lost track of the time as you worked to make space for ledgers from a new role you had taken on with the local hospital, not realizing how late it had gotten. Papers and books littered your desk, including the tidy stack of all Lewis’s correspondence – every letter and note he’d ever written to you, whether he’d known it was you or not – tied up with a piece of twine. Lewis’s voice calling from the front hall as he arrived home made you gasp and glance at the clock above the fireplace to see that it had somehow become five o’clock.

“I’m in here!” You called back, darting over to the small couch he liked to occupy when spending time in your space to scoop up the stacks of books you’d been alphabetizing to make a place for him to land.

“Good lord has there been a hurricane?” He teased, sidling into the chaos to press a firm kiss of greeting on your lips before sinking down onto his favourite cushion.

You laughed sheepishly, stepping over to the wall of built-in shelves to put the books back in their new places. “No, dearest, just reorganizing to make room for some things. I completely lost track of time, I’m sorry.”

“No apologies, darling, Mrs. Fisk has dinner underway, I can smell it.” He watched you softly as he spoke of the cook who came on weekdays and special occasions and was helping you expand your skills in the kitchen as well.

“How was work?” You asked as you hurried over to grab another stack of books from the corner of the desk, missing the way his eyes fell on the tied bundle. After several moments with no reply, you turned back to him. “Lewis?”

“Hmm?” He replied, straightening his suit jacket before standing and smiling to you. “Nothing too fascinating nor terrible to report. I think I’ll go tidy myself up, see you in a bit for dinner?”

“Sounds perfect.” You nodded softly, continuing your work until the clock in the hall chimed six and you met Lewis for dinner in the dining room.

The pair of you were just working together to clear the table when the doorbell rang.

“Ah there they are.” He grinned happily and set down the dishes he was carrying before going to answering it.

“Are we expecting someone?” You wiped your hands clean and turned off the faucet, lest the sink overflow, following after him.

“We are indeed. Good evening Mr. Douglas, thank you so much for agreeing to come after dinner.”

“Not at all Mr. Nixon, I’m sure you’re very excited to bring him home at last.”

Stepping up beside your husband your eyes widened at the wriggling Scottish terrier puppy in the man’s arms, its fur as black as ink, eyes bright with mischief. “Lewis!” You gasped.

“Mrs. Nixon will be happy to take him off your hands Mr. Douglas.” He smirked as the gentleman carefully set the small dog into your arms, watching fondly as it craned this way and that trying to lick at your face and hands. “Would you like a cup of coffee or anything before you go?”

“I appreciate the offer, but the missus is waiting at home with some of her coffee cake so I should probably get back.”

“Of course, of course, well thank you again.” Lewis pulled an envelope from his pants pocket, giving it to Mr. Douglas with a firm shake of the hand.

“Thank you very much, sir.” You smiled warmly, trying not to giggle as the puppy’s tongue hit its mark behind your ear.

“You two will have your hands full, I guarantee that.” Mr. Douglas laughed before bidding you both a goodnight.

“How long have you been plotting this?!” You asked as soon as Lewis turned the deadbolt on the door.

“A few months…” He grinned sheepishly, stepping over to pet the energetic bundle in your arms. “Took some time to choose the right breed, then the breeder, and then wait for him to be weened.”

“Just when I think I cannot love you any more than I already do…” You leaned over to kiss him warmly.

Juniper, or Nipper as Lewis affectionately called him, proved to be a lovely addition to your household, though getting him settled superseded your reorganization project in your study. Daily walks, training sessions, acquiring the necessary kit to care for a rambunctious and growing puppy – it took up a great deal of time. Time that you were happy to spend, but it meant that you didn’t return to restore order to your space for over two weeks.

Lewis was busy in the kitchen, concocting one of his French culinary masterpieces for Saturday dinner, with Juniper eagerly helping clean up anything that hit the floor, when you slipped away to resolve the disarray that had nagged at you every time you glimpsed the space. It didn’t take much more than an hour to put it all back as you had initially planned, sliding the ledgers for the veterans’ fund at the local hospital into the new place you had created as a result of your labours. But you realized, to your deep dismay, that had misplaced your bundle of letters from Lewis.

Trying not to fly into a panic, you rifled through the drawers and were in the process of peering beneath the couch when Juniper scampered in to helpfully lick at your face. “Yes, thank you sir, that is extremely helpful.” You laughed softly, corralling him under your arm, rising to your feet with a frown.

“Did you lose something, darling?” Lewis asked from the doorway, and you sighed.

“I hope not.” You replied vaguely, not wanting to admit to it quite yet, hoping it wasn’t true.

“I’m sure it’ll turn up then, come eat while its hot.” He pulled you close to kiss your temple, guiding you to the table where he treated you to a feast.

Once the table was cleared, the dishes washed, Juniper fed and passed out in his bed at the foot of your king-sized bed, you left Lewis reading against the headboard to take one more look, to no avail. Feeling rather frustrated and distraught, you trudged to the bathroom to get ready for sleep, chastising yourself for not finishing the job the day you had begun it. If you hadn’t been so careless you would not have lost something so utterly precious to you. Switching out the light, you changed into your nightgown – a regular, modest affair – and were about to climb into bed when a beautiful, ornate box set in front of your pillow stopped you short.

“What’s this?” You asked softly, sitting beside it carefully to look over the carved surface with images of grouse, thistles, and heather.

“Hmm?” Lewis looked at you innocently over the top of his book and you narrowed your eyes playfully, lifting it from the duvet.

It was about the size of a cigar box, but heavier of course. Lifting the lid, you let out an audible gasp, tears of relief flooding your eyes. “Your letters…” you exhaled. “…oh, thank goodness.”

“Oh, darling I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I just thought we could do better than some twine…” He sat up to cup your cheeks, thumbs swiping at your tears.

You shook your head quickly and let out a self-deprecating laugh. “It’s beautiful Lewis, thank you.”

He smiled softly and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “It was certainly odd to re-read them and find the wrong name in some…”

You sniffed and laughed again. “It’s just our odd story isn’t it, how something so wrong-footed ended up so right.”

“I could fix them for you, if you’d like, put your name in there or just cut hers out like I used to censor the men’s letters.”

Shaking your head, you kissed his cheek softly. “For better or for worse, that’s our story, dearest Lewis.”

“Most certainly for better, darling Mrs. Nixon.”

Grinning warmly, you set the box on your bedside table carefully before sliding beneath the duvet and into his arms. “I wholeheartedly agree.”

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budgie-city · 1 year ago

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THE ORIGINS OF BUDGIE CITY

Welcome to this informational article where I will be explaining what exactly this "Budgie City" is, where it came from, and in which direction it will be going. So, sit down comfortably - there are some interesting things waiting ahead of you! If you are interested in the lore, visit this article.

What exactly is "Budgie City"?

It is a fictional world that I am actively developing. At the moment, I’m in the process of writing it in the form of a paper draft. I write long texts by hand, and it seems to me that spelling out each letter, unlike typing, helps to approach the composition of sentences more thoughtfully, and to more successfully avoid strange and crooked constructions that will then have to be rewritten and corrected. It is far from the final, but I want to warm up people's interest in this world before the release of a full-fledged work, which is what I am doing now. I will not publish too many pieces of text until I have finished the story completely (though I probably will show some sneak-peeks). For now the content on "Budgie City" is mostly limited to drawings — concepts, sketches and character designs. Gradually, I've been starting to bring this topic to my YouTube channel in order to introduce the setting and concept to my viewers.

You may have seen my first video of Budgie City since 2014, which I have released quite recently — “I am not insane”, a video that focuses on one of the secondary conflicts of the story.

Where did this concept even come from?

It's quite a long story, and it's funny that this year is the ten year anniversary of me registering on the forum called "Budgie City". Yes, it all started with a regular internet forum — a by now almost extinct site format, which in the early 2000s and until about 2016-17 was the main place for interest groups on the internet. Now this has moved almost completely to social media, but before almost any hobby or interest had its own forum with different sections and topics. It saddens me a little that the golden age of forums has already passed.

In 2012, for the New Year, my parents bought me my first budgie — a classic green one, and I named him Gesha. At that time, I was not a regular "user" of the Internet yet. I only started to comprehend the vastness of the virtual network a few months later, and at first it leaned purely on me viewing memes in Google pictures and all sorts of videos on YouTube.

But in the spring of 2013, I discovered these wonderful things known as forums. And it was that point in time when I, having had a budgie with me for a year, decided to find a forum thematically fitting. Upon the request from my country, Google led me straight to the “Budgie City” forum.

The topics on there were something like rooms in a big house. The users randomly surfed through them and followed each other's daily lives. Therefore, Budgie City did actually feel really like being in a virtual society where everyone knows each other. I was getting used to the frequent people, getting to know each person individually. I went to their topics to write comments and answers, they wrote in mine. That's how we existed as this cozy club of interests.

There is an interesting thing with almost every child that is on the Internet — no matter where, in which community — a person with the admin/moder status is perceived as an absolute authority, any response from which causes awe and delight. And there were certain, more active and sociable admins in Budgie City — Anya under the nickname "Phoenix Bird" and Olga under the nickname "Olivka". The "Phoenix Bird" nickname spoke for itself — the image of a large bird of fire that walks around the city and receives admiring glances from everyone, was drawn in my head almost instantly. Olivka didn't have an image yet; I started turning her into a character much later.

Phoenix and Olivka in their modern designs (2022)

In the early summer of 2014, I read "Warrior Cats", and that’s where the whole story took off. I suddenly felt like I should become a writer too and write my own book. And 12-year-old me, who was spending 80% of my online traffic on the forum, decided to write a story, turning part of the admin staff and the budgies of familiar forum members into their own characters. Phoenix and Olivka turned into birds, the latter in particular acquired an image in the form of a wompoo fruit dove with olive-tinged wings, the budgies of the forum were also turned into their respective characters: Gesha and Yasha (mine); Glasha and Gosha (Hoatzin); Clementine, Jack, Fenya, Nira, Mouse, Castorka, Mithril and Small (Phoenix); Kuzya (Dmitriy68), Milana (Radujniy), Raisin (yyna) and others.

Sections of the forum have turned into parts of the city — the restaurant, the mayor's office, the registry office and nursery, and suburbs with parrots of other species, located on trees surrounding baobabs.

This is how the novel of the same name with the slogan "Feathered Metropolis" was born from the "Budgie City" forum. I posted it in its own topic, had about a dozen readers and, judging by the reviews, they all really liked reading the story. Although, looking back at the writing now... I wouldn't call it something breathtaking. Rather the opposite. But then again, I am now judging from the perspective of a third-year animation director student, and not the fifth grader I was at that time.

A couple of my original illustrations from 2014

The story was successfully brought to an end in about seven months, and after a while I started writing a sequel — however, the central conflict wasn’t thought out the slightest, so the plot quickly crumbled and was abandoned after several chapters.

Now the original text is lost in the vastness of the web — somewhere there is a piece of the prologue, somewhere even a couple of chapters. But the full version no longer exists — it was published only on the forum, and the said forum, unfortunately was — somewhere around 2019 — ruthlessly deleted from the Internet due to the desolation. All that's left of it are snapshots in the Wayback Machine.

Rewriting from the old version into a new one

In 2017, three years later, I made an attempt to rewrite "Budgie City" from scratch — leaving only the main conflict, the structure of the world, and the set of characters the same, to write a new text out of this "skeleton". Progress did not go beyond the prologue and the first chapter however, and rewriting was abandoned.

The same story with 2019 — a couple of pages, that’s all.

Two artworks from 2019

The next approach took till early 2021 to happen, when the original story turned almost six and a half years old. At that time I was already in the middle of my first year of animation directing at SPbGIKiT (Saint Petersburg State Institute of Film and Television). I wrote the prologue and part of the first chapter and went to proudly tell our master Galina Voropai about my "really cool" world. Galina interrupted me in the middle of the impromptu presentation, after which followed a forty-minute roast, thoroughly and in detail explaining that the "Budgie City" in its concept is a piece of junk that does not have the right to exist in its current form. And all this was in the presence of my classmates in the workshop. I gave up trying to defend myself halfway through, and when it was all over, I got up, quietly thanked Galina for a detailed objective analysis of the shortcomings of my project, went down to the first floor, huddled in a bathroom stall, and burst into tears.

It was the first (and yet the only) time in my life where I was literally crying over my work, and the girls from senior courses came to my howls, and we sat together on the windowsill of a public toilet. I was all red, shaking, and dropping snot, as they tried to calm me down.

(my mental state that day)

After that, I did not return to those written several pages for about a year and a half. I began to doubt whether I should continue at all or if it would just be a waste of time.

After the roast from the master, I went through all five stages of grief:

Yes, that was tough. But after so much time, I was finally able to evaluate the message of this scolding with a cool head and understand that most of the comments were actually really helpful - the conflict and the world did require a lot more careful study and rework. With the next approach, I wrote out all the conflicts, all the character motivations, and made a proper plan. And since the end of last autumn, I have returned to writing. Now I know where the story will begin, where it will head, and how it will end. All the actions performed by the heroes are finally based in actual logic. And, although Galina will not see the final result (she sadly passed away at the end of 2021), I hope that the new version will be one that she would have approved of.

A small FAQ:

Q: When will the book be released?

A: I don't want to make any promises as of now, because writing is a rather spontaneous and uneven process. I write more when I am inspired, and inspiration is impossible to predict. So the answer is simple — it will come out when it's finished :D

Q: Will it be released electronically or in a printed book form? Will I have to pay for reading it?

A: I plan to release the final version "Budgie City" in the same way as the old one — in open access, so that everyone can read it at any time. I will not charge money for reading the electronic version, but if there will be a demand for physical copies, I may release a small print run, which will cost money for those who want to get a copy. But it's a little early to think about that anyway.

Q: How does the world in Budgie City work? How do they live? What is the main conflict of the story?

A: All of this you can find out in this article!

Q: Where can I find more content to this world and story?

A: On this very blog or on my YouTube channel

I hope this article was helpful and informative enough for you to know where "Budgie City" comes from and in which direction it is currently heading. Thank you for reading!

Huge thanks to @annchanorsomethin for helping with translation of this article!

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equinox-vids · 6 months ago

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Sign-ups for the Fall Equinox 2024: After Life vid exchange open later this evening!

You can browse the fandoms available for requests/offers in the tag sets: main tag set; safety fandom tag set.

When deciding on fandoms to request/offer, remember: Requests must contain at least 4 unique franchises and at least 1 safety fandom. Offers must contain at least 4 unique franchises (these can be the same as your requests). "Multi-Fandom" can be used for requests, but can't be offered, as it isn't used for matching. Full info on how to sign up here.

There are a lot of fandoms in the tag sets this season where only a limited amount of the source canon qualifies for this season's theme. Below the cut are some example fandoms drawn from the tag sets, with examples of what does and doesn't qualify.

(These examples contain character death / character return spoilers for Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, Star Wars, Supernatural, and The Untamed, so if you don't know, click with caution!)

9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, due South, Slings & Arrows: All of these are examples of sources that were approved because they have canon ghosts/hauntings. Anything involving canon ghosts or incidents that arguably-in-canon could be ghosts counts. That doesn't mean you can request or make a vid about Hen going to med school or Vecchio's car or Darren Nichols: none of those things involve ghost plots.

Black Mirror, The Twilight Zone: For anthology sources, you should only be using the individual stories that fit the theme – e.g., "San Junipero" counts, "Striking Vipers" does not count.

Doctor Who (2005): Characters with key storylines about coming back from the dead like Jack Harkness, Rory Williams, and Ashildr count; things like "our digital ghosts were uploaded into the Afterlife Library" count. But this is an example of a source that is likely to be tricky: regeneration does not count as the Doctor doesn't actually die; time being rewritten doesn't inherently count as 99% of Who timeline revisions aren't telling stories about what happens after you come back from the dead; Vincent and the Doctor-esque time travel to periods after one's own death do not count, as the character is very much still alive in them. When evaluating what parts of a canon count, remember that the theme centers on what happens post-mortem, so if the character in question has not actually died at the point they're at in their own story, that probably doesn't fit the theme.

Game of Thrones: Beric Dondarrion, Jon Snow, wights: on theme! Jaime Loves Brienne: not on theme. (This is also an example of a source that has a lot of "is it reincarnation or is it Memorex" material in it, and we leave that canon question up to you.)

Star Wars: Force ghosts count; general vids about the Force do not count. "Somehow, Palpatine returned" counts; vids about Chewbacca getting up to shenanigans do not count.

Supernatural: A lot here qualifies: vampires, ghosts, angels, demons, the realms of the afterlife, actual God, that time Sam Came Back Wrong, that time Dean Came Back Wrong, that time Mary Came Back Exactly Right, etc. – but there's still a ton of unrelated material in this giant source. If you make a vid about how Charlie is great and nothing bad ever happened to her, that probably does not fit the theme.

The Untamed: This source qualifies on "resurrection / reanimation of the dead" grounds. Wei Wuxian counts; Wen Ning counts; any characters involved in resurrecting or reanimating the dead count. Vid topics like "Lan Wangji loves bunnies" or "Jin Guangyao is just misunderstood" do not count.

These are just a handful of examples meant to communicate the key point: keep your vids on theme! We don't want to have to do deep analysis on your vids to figure out whether or not they're good faith efforts at meeting the theme; a lot of this exchange runs on the honor system. But if you request or submit something that obviously does not fit the theme, we're probably going to bounce that back to you.

If you're requesting or vidding a source and need clarification which parts of canon do or don't qualify, feel free to email us at [email protected].

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draconicsparkle · 2 years ago

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ErrandBoyTV was the one to suggest this one! And boy oh boy it was cute.

Will Hajime ever stop spoiling his little naga? Oh heck no. It’s his life mission now.

Also, sorry Kaz. You make it too easy for the snek.

Hajime could easily trace the exact path of events that lead to him beginning a weeks long scavenger hunt in his own apartment. Oh yeah, it was not hard to recall what had led him to this.

It all began with a quick trip to a craft store as requested by Kazuichi. His friend had requested assistance on gathering materials for a new project and Hajime had figured he could tag along for moral support and to be an extra set of arms.

It was at the store that he had spotted them, sitting innocently on a shelf in an aisle they were in. A box of mini pencils, thin and delicate. Practically the perfect size for a certain someone he knew. So Hajime had grabbed it, knowing it would be adored by the recipient.

Sure enough, the gift was received very well. Nagito had been astounded and overjoyed by the present, pulling each individual pencil out and looking them over with wonder in his eyes. To the human’s surprise, he didn’t use them right away, instead dedicating the rest of the evening to hugging and expressing his gratitude. Which Hajime had no issues with; he liked those sessions, too.

The next day, Hajime had cut up sheets of paper and had laid them out for Nagito to try his new pencils out on. The naga got to work instantly, eyes focused on his task as he practiced writing and drawing. It worked as a great distraction as Kazuichi had swung by to show off pictures of his project to his friend.

“It’s coming along super well! The parts we got yesterday were exactly what I needed. Thanks for the help, by the way. You are the greatest soul-friend a man could have!”

Hajime had rolled his eyes at the dramatic declaration, but still nodded with a supportive smile. “No problem. Glad to help.”

Kazuichi grinned before putting his phone away. “So what are your plans for the rest of the day? Studying? Or something fun?”

“He is to provide me with love and attention, if you must know,” Nagito spoke up, drawing the humans’ gazes to him. The tone changed in a second once the naga shifted his full attention to the brunette. “Look, Hajime! I was able to draw a clover! Do you like it?”

He was sure that his cheeks were a bit red from the words, but he again nodded. “Looks fantastic. You got the hang of that pretty fast.” Hajime had then smirked. “Are you going to now turn into the doting partner who leaves little notes everywhere?”

But his joke had ignited some fire in Nagito, green eyes filled with inspiration. “What an absolutely wonderful idea! Yes! I shall!” He then turned his sharp gaze to the other human. “And you shall assist me in this task.”

Kazuichi looked down, terrified. “What?! Me? Why?”

Nagito scoffed. “Because if Hajime helps me with this, it’ll ruin the surprise. Now come on! We have work to do!”

And so, under the strict guidance of Nagito, Kazuichi had become the naga’s temporary assistant in scattering the notes around. The naga had gone with the pink haired human, instructing him on where to place the various bits of paper. Meanwhile, Hajime just sat back on his chair, sipping water and listening to the nervous chatter from his friend.

Which led to now, as a very frazzled and stiff Kazuichi returned to the living room, nearly collapsing onto the couch. “Can I be free now? Are we finally finished?”

The naga, who had been clinging to his wrist with tight coils, sighed. “I suppose we can be. I’ll release you now.” Nagito loosened his hold and slithered onto the plush cushions, making use of their angle to ascend to the couch’s armrest. “It is done, Hajime! We hid them all around the apartment. But don’t go looking for them yet! Wait until later, okay?”

“Fine, fine. I won’t, I promise,” Hajime assured, reaching over to offer a hand to the naga. He felt the smooth scaly tail quickly make contact, crossing his arm and reaching his shoulder in no time. “You are spoiled rotten. You know that right?” he asked as he felt Nagito get comfortable on his shoulder.

“You like spoiling me. Don’t deny it,” was the reply.

Hajime huffed, not admitting out loud that it was true.

Kazuichi groaned from the couch. “If y’all are gonna be mushy, I might as well see myself out. Hajime, you should definitely come by my place next time. I can show you my progress in person that way!” The pink haired human stood up and made for the door, pulling his shoes back on.

Hajime smiled at his friend. “Sounds like a plan. I can’t wait to see it. Good luck!” he called out, getting an enthusiastic thumbs-up before his friend exited the apartment.

“It’s just us now. What bliss,” Nagito muttered dreamily, nuzzling and sighing contently.

“You say that as if we don’t spend a good majority of time together,” Hajime pointed out, though he did nothing to stop the naga’s actions. “By the way, can you try and be nicer to Kaz? Or at least tone down the sternness? He’s already apologized a hundred times for grabbing you that one time. And we both know he’s not brave enough to ever try that again.”

Nagito hummed in thought, making the note last several seconds. “I suppose I can try. Though I make no promises.”

“Just keep it in mind the next time you see him, okay? For me?” He knew that last part would get him somewhere. If Nagito was allowed to play him like a fiddle with sweet words, he would do the same.

“For you? Anything.” Sure enough, it worked. “But enough about him, let’s get back to the main focus! My notes to you. I’m going to set rules that you can only find and read one per day. Draw it out as long as you can. Then I can hide them all over again once all have been discovered!”

Hajime laughed a bit. “Alright, I suppose I can do that. But how many did you hide?” he asked as he took a sip from his glass.

“45.”

Hajime nearly choked on his water. “45? That many? How did you make that many?”

He felt Nagito hug his neck. “Determination for my one and only, obviously. As I said, anything for you.”

It now was very apparent that Hajime had quite a task ahead of him. One he was eager to do.

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#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #fanfic #au #drabble #naga #g/t #gtronpa

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aquadestinyswriting · 1 year ago

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Worldbuilding Wednesday- The Marked

Note: Since I've been mentioning that Meredith is a person who has been Marked by her gods, I thought, at @druidx's request, I'd expand on what, exactly, that means from my perspective.

tags: @druidx, @odysseywritings, @homesteadchronicles, @mariahwritesstuff, @sparrow-orion-writes, @blind-the-winds

Titan is a world that is claimed by myriad Gods, many who were involved in the creation of it and the creatures that live upon it, and many, many more who took notice of it long after its creation. Most people upon Titan swear fealty to one god or another and many are those who receive some degree of power from said god, or gods, in return. Occasionally, however, there arise singular individuals who have gained the direct attention of one or more of these deities, be it for the good or ill of the individual in question. These people are referred to as being Marked.

The history of Marked people is a long and storied one. Many are the tales of adventurers sent out on quests by one god or another to perform some heroic deed or other; however, what does being someone who is Marked mean, exactly? The definition above reflects the basics, for certain, but it does not exactly encompass everything implied by the word, nor its true significance to the world at large.

The truth is, those who have been Marked very often lead lives of great peril, thrust into situations most ordinary people could never fathom, and have to deal with obstacles that are nigh-on impossible to overcome. As high priest Ragnarsson observed, when he realised that Meredith was one such individual:

Those that were (Marked), tended to lead difficult, painful and, more often than not, criminally short lives.

In the case of Meredith; she is an individual who was, some say tragically, Marked by the circumstance of her birth as a Shaper. That, however, is not the full truth. While most Shapers are, indeed, Blessed by Throff, few are those who were truly Marked. Marked clerics are set apart from those who are merely particularly Blessed by their unusual ability to instinctively commune directly with their god, or gods. Marked clerics, and paladins by extension, have the uncanny ability to know the true will of their deity, even if it seems contradictory to established doctrine. The High Inquisitor has explained that this type of communion feels like the echo, or impression, of an unheard voice, conveyed through feelings rather than actual words. Such feelings have often been described by clerics who were later identified as Marked before, and seems to be a common trait in those who have gained the direct attention of a deity. For the moment, Meredith appears to be one of the few Marked dwarves in existence that may well outlive the tragedies of her fate and is rumoured to have already been chosen to succeed the current Archlector. Given that the last known Marked Shaper from Fangthane – Meredith’s ancestor, Merewin Stonespeaker – was executed during the second set of Purges following the ascension of Jotunn Goldseeker to the throne of Fangthane, perhaps this is a sign of better things to come for the dwarven kingdom. One can only hope that this is, indeed, the case.

The ability to be Marked is not limited to those with as deep a connection to the divine as clerics and paladins. Many are the tales of martial, magical, or roguish adventurers who have been dogged by seeming tragedy and misfortune, only to turn around and beat seemingly impossible odds to save the day, only to have yet more tragedy befall either them or the people around them. The most recent famous example of this is the legendary Shot in the Dark, Alexis Dalliance: a late Hero of Toreguarde and one of the Saviours of the Pagan Plains. Dalliance is at once honoured and reviled by the people of the city states of Toreguarde and Fangthane for her part in the Demon War and the many tragedies that led up to it. Few know which deity, exactly, she gained the attention and favour of – though rumour has it that she was the first devotee of the enigmatic god of Fate, Luck and Giver of Quests known only as Greg. Who this particular god is, or what his domains are exactly remain a mystery to the vast majority of the people of Titan, though those few people who have journeyed with Dalliance, and lived to tell the tale, maintain that His existence is no mere myth. There is no question that the Shot in the Dark was a Marked individual, though whether she was from childhood, or gained the status later in life is currently unknown. What is known is that tragedy followed in her wake throughout her adventuring career and even, rumours state, for a long time thereafter until her mysterious disappearance from all records on the material plane two years before the events of the recent near-Ragnarok event. Those people who knew her best have refused to comment on what happened to the woodling woman, and this chronicler doubts that they ever will. All that now remains of her existence is what is told in song and tale, which grow ever more exaggerated with every re-telling.

Of course, not every Marked individual has been chosen by a benevolent deity. Some of the most reviled villains in the history of Titan have gained the attention of the gods aligned with evil, or even the Demon Princes. The most famous examples of this are the Diabolic Three: Zagor, Balthus Dire and Zharradan Marr, all three of whom gained the attention of the Demon Princes during their various reigns of terror. Another example is the half-demonic, half-construct Turray Lok, an individual who was tragically Marked by the Demon Prince Myurr and tasked with the destruction of Allansia several years before the Demon War. The most recent example is, supposedly, the individual now known only as the Black Lady, a dwarven woman who is rumoured to have been Marked by at least one of the Dark Lords of the Void. There are some who some believe that the Black Lady has managed to ascend to the level of Demon Prince in her own right following the events of Ragnarok, though these conjectures remain entirely unsubstantiated and are routinely, vehemently opposed by the Archlector of Fangthane and the High Priestess of Kar Kherril. Those who have been Marked by Evil, are very often opposed by those Marked by more benevolent deities. Many believe that this is an effort to maintain some sort of cosmic balance. Whether or not this is truly the case, in most cases the clashes between these individuals often involve great loss of life, usually at the cost of those not directly involved who just happened to be in the way. As a result, many Marked individuals in the past have been run out of civilization altogether in a vain attempt to prevent such loss of life from occurring again.

In summary: To be Marked by the gods (or god-like beings) is both a blessing and a curse. Which one, depends somewhat on the individual in question, but is more down to the interpretation of the others around them. Just as many are reviled as they are celebrated, but there is no doubt that all have left an impact on the world that can never truly be forgotten

#aquadestinyswriting #worldbuilding wednesday #titan fighting fantasy #meredith gruksdottir #alexis dalliance

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op-sys-chaos · 5 months ago

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I’m now imagining Jazz showing up to the Watchtower to yell at the heroes.

No one’s sure how this polite young redheaded girl got here (Dan brought her at her request) but she has something to say about Danny and Dan and they’re in the middle of trying to figure out what to do about it so they’re gonna listen.

“Here’s the deal. You all ignored the countless apocalypses my brother stopped and tried to imprison him for one he already dealt with. That tells me that you all are either very misinformed or horribly incompetent. I’m choosing to ignore the possible assumption that you’re all villains and just hiding it but the thought has crossed my mind.”

Geez, had they screwed this up that badly?

“So. Here’s a full list of every single apocalypse my little brother has stopped. There’s one page on each incident.”

Why was this packet thicker than Superman’s hand when both were laying on the table side by side?????

“And while you read through it, let me clarify something. Dan only exists because of a very, very specific sequence of events that involved his actual literal humanity to be violent ripped out of him moments before he merged with one of the villains Danny deals with a lot. Danny now knows exactly how to avoid that sequences of events, and he fought against Dan when the older version of him traveled through time. The only reason Dan still exists in this universe is because of said time travel creating a paradox. It’s a long story and I won’t go into it now. But basically, he still exists despite his timeline being long since erased. And after spending a long time locked up in the tower of the guy who’s basically god of time, he learned humanity again. He didn’t get his physical humanity back, but enough of a conscience remained in him that he was able to relearn empathy and kindness. And it took a LOT of work to do it. But he did that work. So. In summary. The threat you were worried about doesn’t exist and will never exist anymore, you imprisoned and tried to destroy someone who’s stopped a lot of apocalypses with no help from any of you, and the only link to that no-longer-existing timeline is no longer evil and has actually started helping stop those apocalypses.”

The heroes stared at her, mouths hanging open by the end.

“Oh!” she added a moment later. “I almost forgot. You also tried to permanently destroy a child. Danny is 14.”

Holy shit. They’d fucked up. They’d fucked up bad.

“So! With all that said, do better. Have a nice day!” Then she turned and walked out of the room, pressing something in her pocket as she did (those with enhanced hearing heard the click). Moments later, Jazz was gone.

The Flash quickly sped through reading the entire document, and when he sat back down, he looked shell shocked.

“Flash?” Batman asked.

“It’s… the kid’s dealt with over a hundred apocalyptic level threats in the last ten months. He died shortly after his 14th birthday and has been dealing with this stuff alone ever since. He’s… he’s just a kid, and he regularly fights concepts of reality to save us all. His “small fry” villains are more than powerful enough to kill the Justice League. And he deals with them in a daily basis. To the point that instead of detailing individual incidents, there’s just a page about their power set and a number of times they’ve attacked, as well as listing any specific notable incidents in detail.”

“Holy shit. And we…” Green Arrow began.

“Tried to destroy an incredibly powerful, insanely heroic child permanently because he might become a threat in the future, without doing any research into the matter whatsoever. Yeah. We fucked up. We fucked up bad.”

From that point on, the JL tries to reach out to help Danny, but Dan starts shooting at them any time they come near because “I’m not letting you assholes try to kill him again!”

They can’t even get a word in. But how well he’s defending his brother, without so much as permanently injuring the JL, further proves to them that Dan is reformed (and that they fucked up).

Eventually, the JL sends in someone like Nightwing, a hero who isn’t officially a member and is great at stuff like this. Nightwing manages to get into Amity as a civilian and talks to Danny, handing him the letter that the JL drafted sincerely, deeply apologizing. After Danny reads it, Dick pulls out a small communicator. He tells Danny that if he ever needs help, the JL is a button push away. And if the JL ever encounters a ghost, Dick asks if they can call Danny for help. He agrees to the deal, but only on the condition that they JL get properly educated about ghosts from a source Danny actually trusts. Dick easily agrees.

Jazz shows up again at the next JL meeting, this time as an invited guest, with a 600 slide PowerPoint on all things ghost. Then, at the heroes’ request, she gives the same PowerPoint to the younger hero groups like TT and YJ. Then, with her permission, the post the PowerPoint and the speaker notes on the JL website so anyone who wants reliable information can access it.

The Phantoms now have backup from the JL (and a permanent IOU if they want anything. Danny uses his for, among other small favors, regular visits to space). Danny is no longer hunted and Dan only has to deal with Thawne, who Flash often shows up to help him with. And the JL has easy access to some real heavy hitters when they need them. Though they do try to avoid calling Danny considering he’s still a kid. Dan eventually gets an official JL membership.

It’s not a perfect apology, but the JL is trying their hardest to make up for their mistakes. And the Phantoms eventually forgive them

Reformed Dan but misunderstandings suck

So, Dan has been Reformed for Years at this point. You could go with the Fandom Typical version of just chilling out, or you could go with the AGIT version of the Redemption. Either way, Dan is fully reformed and trying to find his way in the World.

Unfortunately, not everybody knows/believes him.

You know all those Time Traveling Heroes who came back to stop some great catastrophe? That was Dan.

Impulse is fucking terrified of this guy, cause he Grew Up in the Central City Stronghold and saw Phantom tear down the Walls protecting the City in person.

Booster Gold grew up in the Metropolis Stronghold, so while he never really saw Phantom in his timeline he still did know of him. I mean, obviously, he murdered every hero on the planet and subjugated most of the world, but he doesn't have much personal stake in that.

Eobard Thawn hates Phantom. Thawn himself grew up in a world where Phantom killed every Hero in the world, and he was terrified that Phantom would track him down when he tried to become the new Flash. But once he became a Walking Paradox he saw as Time itself changed to erase Phantom from existence, he got really jealous. Why did Time decide Phantom was bad enough to erase, why not him!? He's Evil! He's a Terror on the Timeline! He deserves Clockworks attention dammit!

And then, they discover evidence that Phantom has come back in Time,

So now, any and all Time Travelers are trying to find the guy who single-handedly was the Apocalypse, and want to kill him to save the world. Or out of Jealousy in Thawns case.

Either way, no matter where Dan goes to try and settle down, a bunch of annoying Heroes always find him and attack him, yelling about "Stopping his Plans" and "Saving the Timeline!" And "It should have been me dammit!"

Honestly Thawn is the most annoying one, he just runs in and rants at him about how he is jealous of how much attention Clockwork gave him. Dude, just sdmit your crush already and leave me alone. (I'm not sorry)

#I’m either writing this or begging you to send me your version

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