#is it too much to want someone to cradle the big bad wolf and tell him it's not his fault? that he did good? he's just a big wounded dog :(

[gooperts-gunk]

i like/cry over this concept that q!bbh is cursed where every man he has mutual romantic charge with dies or disappears and one instance is obvious and doesn't need to be mentioned but wait until i bring up chicomaxo and the absence of skeppy on the island. someone out there wants q!bbh to be ALONE FOREVER!!!!! they cast a fucking hex on him LET HIM BE CLOSE TO SOMEONE AND CONFIDE IN SOMEONE THAT ISN'T AN EGG WITH EVERYTHING HE KEEPS SECRET PLEASE GOD IM SO TIRED </3

[circeyoru]

I just love all your unwanted soul content it's hilarious and cute I was wondering if you could do my request if you can

What would happen if reader gave this really cool radio to alastor in one of their dates and he accidentally leaves outside in the hotel lobby and someone breaks it

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Thank you for saying that! So happy to see you guys like my writing and story!! Happy to do the request, no worries! Just takes time~

A cute and maybe angsty moment then.

I'd say Reader/you designed the radio by yourself after long hours of research. You have actually taken apart radios before and summoned ones with your pages. But to actually gift one to Alastor, you won't and I mean will NOT settle for a summoned gift. Even though Alastor will take anything you gift him like it's a treasure from a lost century. You have a thing for giving the perfect gift and seeing the receiver's face light up like a Christmas tree. In Alastor's case, it's very very extreme affection, not that you're complaining, he makes you feel very reassured to be liked by someone you care for.

Alastor knows you put a lot of attention to the gifts and plans you make, so he takes extra care not to offend you. He did before and got your passive aggressiveness, passing it off as being 'moody' until you were like "Oh we don't need that since you think it's a waste of time!". He apologized quickly and right the wrong. Though sometimes it's just you wanting to cool down since Alastor made sense in his view.

The radio gift in question would be a mix of the two of your colours, with deer antlers at the top and feathers below. Both are symbols of you two. You added the voodoo symbols that would appear around Alastor to the surface of the radio too. How you got them was by observing Alastor very very closely when he got annoyed or angry or a bit bloodthirsty. Alastor treasures it so. He fainted when he first got it. Took him a while to regain consciousness and he nearly fainted again when you showed him it was channeled to his screaming broadcast.

Yeah... Him leaving it in the lobby was a big mistake. I imagine he was listening and staring at it while you were out or just didn't want him around (like maybe bathing?), so he got the next best thing. The precious gift you gave him, made by your delicate hands. How he left it unattented, uhhh, maybe Charlie asked for something or maybe there was another random attack on the hotel.

(it wouldn't be the hotel crew that breaks it cause it's obvious to them that was a big no no)

Either way, Alastor saw that the radio was broken.

Haha. Alastor's gonna be the big bad wolf. He destroys anything in sight while his giant hands cradle the broken radio that was his. Charlie and the others definitely tried to reassure him they'll help fix it. It'll be good as new!

Impossible! You took weeks learning about radios and months perfecting this! He saw glimpses of it, but gave you privacy so the built-up surprise was even better when you gift it to him. Now? Now it's BROKEN! HOW DARE!

When you came back and found Alastor in his raging mode, you were confused. Charlie immediately rushed over to you to ask for your help, you asked her to explain first since Alastor wouldn't be like that for no reason. Ahh, so someone broke the radio you gave him. Luckily, it was made by your hand, so nothing you can't fix.

You got over to Alastor and called out to him. You didn't even need to shout loud and his eyes snapped to you. He leaned down, his eyes showing you shame and sadness that no one else would be able to tell. You told him to show you the radio, he shakingly did, partly scared that you'd yell at him for not taking care of it.

But you knew how much attention he put into catering the gift after he got it. It was like a mother treating a newborn. So you got your pages ready and fixed it in a flash.

You hugged onto the renewed radio and smile, "Now why don't you blow off some steam, don't take too long."

And Alastor was off to deliver judgment.

[craw-dacious]

Review of the making of the map by fox_pitch

I'm new to marauders, this is the second fic I've read.

Summary: I liked this fic, a lot. It was a fun read and I really liked the progression of both Wolfstar and James/Lili (is it Jilly? I can’t remember). A bit less angsty than what I usually read and some parts felt underbaked, but the author kept my attention INCREDIBLY. I stayed up about four hours later than I usually do binge reading this. Very good.

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE BEWARE

Since chapters are shorter ill do bigger recaps infrequently throughout, but still little chapter notes

Chapter one

YES THEY’RE NOT GAY YET

Cannot wait to see this unfold <3333

Aw they’re so cute, definitely a wolf star focus

I hope this goes through seventh year so I can see James and lily play out

Chapter two

Why did I not process its the first day of term thats wild and crazy

Ok so lily still is buddies with Snape which tracks timeline wise I guess

Do they pants him at the end of the fifth or sixth year I can’t remember

I am confused on the lily dynamic tbh what does she think of the group

Chapter three

This one kinda ate, im liking the short chapters I get more invested in each part of the story

Obviously I know they’re not just gonna kill off Peter, but him dying in the shack did cross my mind

I wonder when lupin gets the potion stuff

Chapter four

MURDER MYSTORY??? HOW FUN

I hope remus gets over himself soon how was Sirius supposed to know how intense the situation was bruh

Blanket statement that I apologize for all shitty teenage boy behavior they need to chill

Chapter five

Calling him inbred is hilarious Im liking remus’s pov

Hes gay James stop

Literally he’s gonna go be ur wingman be happy

Good chapter very chill

RECAP FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS

I like the silliness thats been in this so far. I am NOT liking that remus and Sirius aren’t talking to each other. Is it a narrative device? Absolutely. But I despise it so much.

I think Sirius’ characterization is very good so far, I’m surprised they haven’t fleshed out the Regulus stuff more yet. Hopefully will get his pov soon

God I hope this is a save reggie fic cmon

I really hope this passage is the one to honey dukes.

Im sure the plots about to pick up more since they’re actually making the map

Chapter six

If I was lily I would’ve folded so fucking fast bruh

Like I know he’s annoying but like he’s cute, and likes her so much, and is clearly like progressive what is the problem

Anyway, sirius needs to chill if he wants to be gay

Chapter seven

Closet time closet time its time to be emotional in the closetttt

Calling him a cat is funny

Sirius is my fave because he’s also like a fixer upper with issues but he’s not EVILL he just has trauma

And he actually wants to be the best version of himself yk (unlike some dumb ass fucking bitches I know)

Chapter eight

SHE DID NOT JUST CRUCIO HIM

Cradling his head

Sirius licking him

God can marlene just fucking kill herself please

Chapter nine

Honestly there is no world in which I wouldnt feel awkward with my friends jokingly offering to kiss me as a form of like emotional comfort like thats not normal

Like my best friend gave me a big hug after I broke up with my ex she’s not gonna go “oh haha idk what else to do other than make out with you lol lol.” Sirius what the fuck

Anyway I love to see the lily and James bonding but I can tell it makes remus feel lonelier

Wonder if we’re gonna get Peter development at all

Chapter ten

I dont even want to write uodates anymore because im liking the fic too much

Hes so stressed abt being gay I thought he already knew he was gay bruh Sirius is clueless obvi

Chapter 11

JUMPSCARE FANART BAD BAD FANART ITS TERRIBLE

Love how the maps coming together

This is not going over well with Sirius im sure

12

Ok so bed making out

Im so fucking horny I need to make out with someone STAT

Preferably someone with a penis bc it confirms they like me but tbh I don’t give a shit

Its 1:12 am

So it did go over well with Sirius. I expected some internalized homophobia or something but he’s actually being chill for once

OKAYYYYYYY RECAP TO CHAPTER TWENTY ONE 💋💋💋

so i got so engrossed in the story that i forgot to write my chapter notes

but so far i feel fantastic about it

LOVE LILY AND JAMES' DYNAMIC ITS SO GOOD

the regulus thing is making me want to kms. i have like no hope for reg redemption bc the fic isn't long enough, and i feel like all that happens will be the murder mystery and MAYBE gay shit

sirius was SO STUPID with marlene like clearly remus has some issues with being open and you need to like discuss,, not make out with some other bitch

also them both being bi is not what i expected? feel like remus should be gay

peters character is... interesting. why are they friends with him. also he has bo gryffy qualities wtf.

Recap AGAIN but not done yet

Ok, the wormhole shit is interesting. Poor elves.

I wonder what happened to them, is this the in between place or whatever?

They’re being too romantic on the battlefield you gotta lock in guys

Also I thought an avada grazing you killed you no matter what

Also Sirius fully used crucio and nobody like cared other than remus. Like no commentary

WHERE’S JAMES BRUH

Hilarious. Peak comedy. Coming back to life and IMMEDIATELY kissing Lily. Her being grossed out. Literally perfect.

Ok the introduction of the OOTP, seems good.

Honestly really like what I’ve seen in the fic, but it’s a bit TOO silly for my tastes. I need more angst.

Like obviously I want Remus and Sirius to be openly gay and in love but it was too easy in this fic, like with Destiel its always SUCH an issue lmao.

TOTAL RECAP:

I liked this fic, a lot. It was a fun read and I really liked the progression of both Wolfstar and James/Lili (is it Jilly? I can’t remember)

I do feel like it was a little too light at times, there wasn’t a whole lot of grey area morally, and a lot of big issues weren’t fully fleshed out. I wish they’d dived into Regulus more, and Snape. I wish they’d addressed Sirius’ use of the Cruiciatus curse, and I wish they’d address Dumbledores failings more directly

Werewolf shit was fantastic to read, the angst, the fear, the violence, the drama. I thought the transformations were excellently done and I really enjoyed the progression of them figuring out the roaming/playing

Hogsmeade passage shut off? Strange.

I did not enjoy that I cannot be sure they are safe. That’s a benefit of post-hog warts fic, if its truly marauders James and Lily often don’t die.

Overall very happy fic. I did love the aggressive use of drunkness as a plot device, I liked Lily’s characterization for the most part, and it was pretty addicting in the middle.

I thought Characterization was good, not fantastic but definitely good. Peter threw me, not very likable. It’s hard to do him correctly and have him add worth to the story, but I just did not like him the whole time, and I felt like Remus and Sirius both didn’t care for him and found him annoying.

7.5/10 <3

My rankings are not supposed to be biased. Horrible shitty fic would get like a one, something readable but bad would get a fourish. Most fics that I read will be around 7-9 simply because I sort by Kudos and get recs from misuss so they’re better quality to begin with.

Great light silly read, with just enough depth to keep it interesting. I could see myself re-reading this fic once I get to know the marauders better.

Also, I do not like the fanart in this fic but I'm sure that's not universal. The artist is credited within the fic but I'd like to tag them here just to acknoledge the hard work that went into it. I checked them out and ADORE some of their other work, this one was just not to my liking. They have some percy jackson shit up that EATS.

@komodokai on instagram

[luimagines]

Maybe first kiss?? Definitely romantic-

Masterlist

You got it hun!

Part 1 will include Warrior, Twilight and Wild.

Content under the cut!

Warrior

You walked along the road with no true destination in mind as the sun began to set.

You were alone for a change but didn’t mind the lack of company.

The air was sweet and fragrant, the night life beginning to stir around the town as you continued walking.

As you traveled and watched as the houses lit up their candles and the shops closed down as the day winded down to an end.

It was a peaceful moment that you didn’t think you’d have again for a while, not as long as you traveled with Link.

Any of them.

The worst of them was The Captain, you thought to yourself.

And just as you thought it, he appears in front of you.

Surprised just as much as you when you nearly collided with each other. Nothing happened thankfully but you were stunned in your footstep.

“Evenin’ Captin’.” You wink.

Warrior snorts and rolled his eyes. “And here I thought you dropped that name.”

“Would you rather I call you Link?” You grin and begin to walk again.

Warrior doesn’t take the lead like you were expecting him too but that’s just as well. It’s not like you were going anywhere.

“Of course I’d rather you call me by my name. Shame there’s just so many of us.”

“Too many.”

“You love us.”

“If I didn’t, I don’t think there’s any way I would have survived as long as I have with all your shenanigans.” You laugh. 

Warrior hums but doesn’t match your energy.

You look at him and raise an eyebrow. “Were you drinking?”

“Hm?” Warrior startles. “No. Not while I’m working.”

“Warrior, you’re always working.” You deadpan. 

“Am not.”

“Are too!” You snap back. “And well, whatever. Never mind. I was going to see if you wanted to go get a drink or something but if you’re technically still on the clock then it’s fine.”

“You want to get a drink?” Warrior throws him thumb behind him and tilts his head in tandem. “There’s a place that way where you could get one, cheap, mediocre, but it gets the job done.”

“I was curious if you wanted to drink. I’m actually fine.” You shrug and keep walking.

Warrior gets confused and has to step a little faster to keep up with you before you leave him behind. “I appreciate the offer but I’m fine as well.”

“Fair enough.”

Warrior waits for you to continue but when he sees that you aren’t going to, he speaks up again. “Why only me?”

“Legend says that you’re always thirsty around me, so I figured I’d offer-”

Warrior trips over himself and lands on his knees.

It looked rough.

“Hey, are you ok?” You drop next to him and he pulls himself off of the cobble stone road.

There’s a tear by his knee, right where he landed on it, and it you shifted it just a millimeter higher, then you’d see the very thin cut that’s already begun to bleed.

You hiss and try to gently pull the cloth away to get a better look at it but Warrior’s stillness is more unnerving than you want to admit.

“I’m going to kill him.” Warrior growled.

It was so out of left field that you blinked, sat back and began to laugh.

And laugh.

And laugh.

“And here I thought you were actually hurt.” You gasp. “You scared me for a second. Also, don’t kill Legend- he’s just trying to get under your skin, it’s not so bad.”

“Not so-” Warrior furrows his eyebrow and places a hand over his mouth. “Do you not know what that means?”

You raise an eyebrow with a teasing grin on your lips. “If I said no, would you show me?”

Oh you knew what you were doing.

You and him were playing this game for a while now and this is where you wanted to see what he was made of. If all the back and forth actually meant something to him like it did to you or if he was just having fun with it.

You would have been fine with it either way but you didn’t want to put time and effort into someone who didn’t consider you for more than a second glance. Legend’s comment was honest- if an honest jab- but it was the only clue you had to see where you soldier boy stood with you.

You lick your lips subtly but you don’t miss the way his eyes are drawn to the motion like a moth to candle light.

It emboldens you.

Warrior, while still on the ground, straightens up and you can see the movement of his Adam’s apple just beyond his scarf. “Are... Are implying what I think you’re implying?”

“I never implied anything Link.” You go stand and send him a wink. “I only wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help with apparent problem. But if it’s not serious-”

Warrior jumps to his feet and reaches for your elbow before you can turn away from him fully. “Serious? You want me to be serious?” 

“I want you to be honest with me, not some part time lover.” You admit. “Don’t go breaking my heart.”

Warrior has what you can only describe as a face journey.

At first he continues to look confused, before you see the light dawn on his face, before he looks like he could jump over the moon with joy alone and then his face drops again to what you can only describe as mild despair.

Warrior says your name like a prayer and his hands come up to cradle your face.

Your hands find themselves on top of his. 

They’re warm. 

“Is Legend right then?”

Warrior gulps audibly this time as his swipes his thumb across your cheek. “...Yes.”

His voice is breathless and low and it’s a whisper, a confession and a vow all in a single word.

The air is charged with an intensity you weren’t expecting when he speaks and you’re drawn into his gaze. “If you’re thirsty, what does that me?”

“A tall glass-” He leans down and brushes his nose with yours. Your eyes flutter close, letting him do whatever he’d want to do in the moment, you trust being fully placed in the hands of this man who’s completely captivated you, your heart and soul. You feel his breath move marginally down and you like your lips again from the anticipation of what you hope would happen. “-of water.”

Warrior lets his lips rest on yours and you don’t hesitate to kiss back.

Emboldened by the reaction, Warrior lets his hands travel downward and settle on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You for your part, rest one hand by his collar bone and the other rests on his jaw, gently pushing and caressing where you want him to move to.

He follows without question and trails off of your lip to kiss your cheek, your jaw and he leaves a trail all the way down to your neck.

You gasp at the cold sensation when he leaves the spots behind and grip his tunic with your hand. “Link.”

He stops. A breath leaves him and he gulps right by your ear. “Sorry. Got carried away.”

“It’s ok.” You say in a small voice.

Warrior grins through his subtle panting and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you entirely and resting his head beside yours. “We can be serious.”

“The group would kill us.” You laugh and tilts your head further into the crook of his neck.

“Probably.” Warrior shrugs. “For either taking to long or making one of the lose a bet, but only for that.”

“Not for being intolerable?” You ask and tilt your head ever so slightly to return the kiss Warrior left on your neck.

He stills and hugs you tighter as result. “I’m going to need a drink.”

“And here I thought I could fix that.” You laugh and try to pull away. “You said.”

“Different.” He growls and keeps you from going through your plan of escape. “Something strong.”

“May I join you in your attempt to quench your thirst?” You snort and give up, letting him hold you as he wants.

Warrior pauses and looks down at you from where he holds you, a dumb smile on his face. “I’d love nothing more.”

Twilight

Learning that Twilight was Wolfie was something you thought would be easy to move on from.

Wrong.

You used to shower Woflie with all sorts of pets, kisses and cuddles and part of you yearns to continue doing so.

But you didn’t want to make it awkward with Twilight.

You figured he only put up with it because he was a wolf and didn’t want to break up the illusion of his secret. Not the mention that the thought of kissing Twilight does something funny to you on the inside and the butterflies don’t leave you alone for hours after you’ve thought about it. 

But you missed it. 

You missed Wolfie. 

Your relationship with Twilight had taken on a new strain and you think the others are starting to notice it much to your chagrin.

He corners you one day, while you’re a little ways away from the group. You’re out of the ear shot and you’re frustrated and awkward.

Twilight lets a big breath out and notices how you can’t meet his eyes. “Are you ok? You’ve been weird this whole time since you found out. Did I do something-”

“No, no. You’re fine.” You’re quick to reassure him. “I couldn’t care less if this is a secret you want for yourself-”

“Ok, but with you being weird to both Twilight and Wolfie, the others are going to notice something sooner or later.”

“I won’t tell them anything.” You say.

“I trust you. I’m just saying.” Twilight crosses his arms and looks at you a little painfully. “But why the change? I thought we were fine.”

“We are fine.”

“Clearly not.” Twilight nearly growls. “You won’t even look at me anymore. You refuse to look at me even now.”

You snap your head to face him head on and chew on your lip as you try to think of the words to defend yourself. 

“Why did you let me give you all those kisses?” You say instead. “You knew I wasn’t aware of who you were.”

Twilight stills and his frustration melts from his face. He stares at you with a blank expression only bordering on confusion and realization at the same time.

It’s a weird look.

He doesn’t say anything in response though and the lack of reaction to your very legitimate questions spurs you on.

“What? Are my kisses are special or something? Do you know how weird it is for me to know that you’re Wolfie and still want to kiss the wolf?”

Twilight blushes something fierce, but he nods somewhat. He had a suspicion that was it, but he didn’t think you’d actually say it out loud. “Yes.”

You groan and throw your head back. “Yes to what?”

“Yes to both.” Twilight gulps and shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. “Of course are kisses are special. And yeah- I get it. It can be weird but I let you... because I like it. It was selfish, I know, but I didn’t care because it was you. Look, if you want to keep kissing Woflie, I’m not going to stop you.”

“But it’s you!” You cry.

Can’t Twilight see what makes this weird? You can’t kiss Wolfie. It’s kissing Twilight! And kissing Twilight is a whole other level of honesty you’re not ready to have with yourself at the moment.

Twilight for his part- looks offended and maybe a little disappointed. “I didn’t think kissing me would be such a terrible idea.”

You panic. “That’s not what I meant. You’re very kissable. It’s just that I-”

“Prove it.”

You look up and Twilight’s in front of you, in your personal space, and he’s leaning down close enough where you can feel his breath fan across your cheeks.

“Uh, um...” You gulp and chance a look at his lips.

Twilight notices.

You don’t see that though. You instead focus on the implication of his words, how he’s placed him in front of you, how he’s not moving any closer to you.

He waiting for you to make the first move.

Do you want to? 

You shift yourself closer. 

Prove it, he said. 

Prove to him that he’s kissable. 

Prove to him that it matters if he’s Wolfie or not.

Prove it.

You take a breath and place your hands on his chest, reaching upwards to press your lips against him.

Your eyes close and you feel the contact as an electrifying spark. Your hesitance is clear. It’s a new and foreign sensation for you but it never had to be more than a peck. 

Your eyes flutter open again as you pull away but Twilight wraps his arm around your waist, trapping you against him as his other hand cradles your cheek, angling your face back to him gently as he chases after your lips.

They’re softer than you would have thought they would be and the way Twilight moves them against you has you struck stupid.

Your hands snake their way up his chest and wrap themselves around his neck. One of your hands tangles itself in his hair and begins to play with the strands you can reach.

Twilight responds with his own hand traveling past your cheek to your neck and eventually behind your head to entangle his fingers there.

You whines and Twilight pulls away, breathless, with half lidded eyes that have a look that makes you feel weak in your knees.

You gulp and attempt once again to pull away from him. “There.”

“What?” Twilight speaks and it does something funny to you. His voice is low, husky, dangerous.

“Very kissable.” You say with a slight nod to your head, unsure of what to do or say next. The phantom touch of his lips on your is still very much there, but you don’t want to place your fingertips there to mimic it while Twilight is still very much in front of you.

A new hunger darkens his gaze and he smirks with a wicked gleam. “I’m not convinced.”

He pulls you completely flush against him body and you squeak from the intensity behind it. You can feel his chuckle across your whole body and the sound encompasses you completely.

You feel a grin begin to bloom and you almost want to laugh. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Twilight leans down again and brushes his nose against yours. “I think you know.”

“Do I?” You challenge and brush him back. “I could be wrong. I’m not a mind reader.”

“I’ve wanted it for so long, how could you not know?” Twilight’s voice dips even lower and you shiver.

Twilight notices.

Your voice however, goes higher.  “Oh.”

Twilight smirks. 

“I suppose I can’t leave you unconvinced then, huh?” You maneuver yourself to get comfortable against him and ever so slightly push his head down to meet yours more fully.

“It would be rather rude of you to do so.” Twilight whispers against your lips.

So, you prove it.

Wild

You and Wild had snuck off from the group and were simply chilling by one the many grassy open spaces his Hyrule has to over.

Wild had taken you to a high point that oversaw the whole village any one who tried to make their way up to you.

So you had privacy for the time being.

Not that you guys were doing much, just laying on your back alternating between watching the clouds and taking quick cats naps in the warmth of the sun.

You take a deep breath and let it go, a wide smile on your face. “We should do this more often.”

You heard Wild shift from your side as he rolled over, his head cradled in his hands, his elbows firmly planted into the dirt beneath you. “You think so?”

“Your home is beautiful.” You say. “I want more time to appreciate it.”

“And yet it’s incomparable to you.” Wild whispers.

You still and roll over yourself to face him.

He ends up being closer to you than you thought he’d be and the close proximity takes you off guard. You feel yourself flush a little and shrink down, unable to meet his gaze but it’s not unwelcomed. 

“You’re making fun of me.” You mutter.

Wild takes his free hand uses it to tilt your head back up to meet his eyes. “Never.”

You gulp a bit as you glance into the windows to his soul. Sometimes when you catch yourself staring, you can see a sadness there with out end. Sometimes you can see his pain and confusion and you know that there’s not enough magic in the world to fix it.

But now?

You think you see hearts and thought of it being because of you does something funny to your own heart and breath.

You feel his gentle touch on your skin, how his thumb caresses ever so slightly against your cheekbone and chin.

The air is delicately charged with an electricity you wouldn’t have been able to place before.

You both lay there, staring into the other and you see his eyes, dip ever so slightly down.

You gulp.

You want him closer.

You need him closer.

You need him to kiss you.

Right now.

Wild shifts closer and brushes his nose with yours, his lips barely brushing over your own. His breath is hot and moist and you almost whine when he doesn’t close the distance between you.

“Is this ok?” He says after his second of hesitation.

“Please.” You whisper and angle yourself up to brush your lips with his again, the temptation to much for you to bare without any results.

He pulls back just before the distance closes again and you feel your heart drop.

“Please what?” He gulps. It’s loud and nervous and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was being coy, a tease and a nuisance.

But no, he sounds genuinely concerned about your wording.

Just as quickly as your heart drops it soars again and you could cry with the amount of love you feel in your veins.

You reach up and cradle his face in a similar fashion to how he holds you and pull him closer. “Please.”

Wild takes the answer for what it is, pushing himself all the way in your direction and placing his lips on yours.

There’s a restrained hunger there, you can feel it. 

He wastes no time with tangling his hand into your hair, pushing you back so that your back is once again on the ground. Wild traps you beneath you and settles for keeping most of his weight on his opposite hand, leaving just enough room for you to bring your other arm and wrap it around him.

He’s gentle though, like he doesn’t want to frighten you with his desires but you mimic his movements, wanting nothing more than for him to let you love him.

At some point where your lips dance around each others, you move and you place different kisses on his jaw, his cheeks and his scars. You’re pinned underneath him entirely and he holds himself up from crushing you with a single arm on the ground by your head, his hair falling beside your face when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

His breathing comes out in little pants and his eyes close. “I love you.”

You hum and tilts your head up to place a little kiss on his nose. “I love you too.”

Wild let a giddy smile fall across his face before he looks into your eyes and kisses you again.

Part 2

[wildernessuntothemselves]

All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery. 

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

___________

A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

[abluescarfonwaston]

Hi! So, um,, I know this isn't something you should ask a writer so please feel free to ignore this. I was wondering,, , your "the white wolves" story has brought me so much joy and I am grateful that you wrote it! I was just wondering, if you're not going to finish it (this isn't meant to pressure you. If you don't want to finish it that is 100% fine and your choice and I'm thankful for the five chapters you gave us!!!) so, anyway, I was wondering what the conclusion was going to be? If you're comfortable answering that. If not, that's absolutely fine of course and I'm sorry for asking.

Thank you so much for your lovely stories and I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Okay first off, we're totally cool don't even worry about it. I am always touched people still care about and think about an unfinished piece from like 10 months ago. And now that I have seen that it's almost been a year I feel it is important to point out that while this fic has clearly been physically abandoned, it has not been emotionally. Or Else I would not have spent the last hour pacing back and forth angrily lamenting that I do not have more hands. I do not want to provide you with an unsatisfactory summary in an undercut about how the story was going to unfold. It is not that I mind sharing these details - I have done so to others who have asked. It's just that admitting something I still love so dearly may never get done hurts.

Hopefully one day I will find that voice again.

Spoilers for a fic that will (probably) never get finished under the cut. It is 2.6k and includes most of the final section.

The next sequence in the story is them all taking a nap on the side of the road. Jaskier gets up and calls Yennifer for help. Do you know that part in the books where Yennifer saves Dandelion and he doesn't know why? Because I owed you one. You kept him from being alone. I think about that alot. I think that's why she comes. Not then. She meets them at the keep in a few days time. She is too tired to arrive before then.

There is a scene of the four of them in an inn. Of Ciri, afraid to sleep least she destroy the inn like she destroyed that forested grove. We have a moment when he looks at candle on the inn nightstand and remembers a inn fire that almost killed him and how he hadn't wanted to sleep in an inn ever again. (I foreshadowed it. It's allowed. I once read that Regis saved Dandelion from an inn fire. I thought it was canon. I know its not. I think. I only ever read the short stories. They sit on my shelf. One day I'll read them.) He understands. Still he tucks her in and tells her it will be alright. That is the empty words of adults who lie to children that they think do not know better. No. It is the empty words of a bard whose job is to write lullabies that get children to bed on time. Besides it will be fine. Even if things go bad, we will be with you the entire time.

These are the two scenes I largely blame for the fact I stopped writing this fic. I got stuck on Yennifer's conversation and then wasn't sure how to get that inn scene to actually play out. Anyway. Back to the part you were actually asking about. What's the deal with the wolves? Both of them.

They arrive at the keep. They are greeted and loved and yeered at and pestered. Jaskier is nervous and concerned as he eyes the silver in their blades. It is strange they believe the doppler. But he was a very good Doppler. He digs his fingers into white fur. Remember you promised. You promised you were him. Don't let it be a lie.

And oh I have lost the voice but they are in the great hall with Vesemir and Eskel and Lambert and Geralt and Geralt and Yennifer. She peers into his eyes and does not reveal him. Silver medallions brush against skin and he does not flinch or melt. Geralt of Rivia is Geralt of Rivia. Of this there is no doubt.

The conversation turns to Ciri and Jaskier quietly slips out. It is snowing, just a few flurries on the still air. The wolf flows him to the room they set their bags in. Geralt's room.

This was not how it was meant to go. This is not how it was meant to go. Yennifer was supposed to look at the doppler and then at him and go what the hell and they would slip away and break the curse on the wolf - on Geralt. And they would quietly change hands. The Doppler into the wolf. The wolf into Geralt. Ciri would not know of the quiet deception they had pulled. The magicians trick with revolving mirrors.

Because clearly the doppler loved them. Because clearly the doppler had chosen them. Do you ever think about how in the short story Geralt is ready to kill the doppler that wears his face and it knows this because it is also him so it turns into Dandelion. Because he Knows Geralt would never hurt Dandelion? It's falling in with a lie. It is so easy to in love with a lie. Jaskier knows this.

It was supposed to be like this. Laying in a bed in the Keep with a white wolf next to him. Playing ballads for Geralt and Yennifer and Ciri and not hurting. Because he'd lay next to the wolf at night and bury his face in its fur. And in the spring they would run off to the coast together. You can wear a different face, whatever one you'd like, and will prove to you again and again that I still love you.

I am good at loving people. You know this about me. I might not be able to love you first. That might be why you love me. Because I loved Geralt of Rivia first. So completely that whatever motive you had you abandoned for the sake of it. For the taste of it. I know what it is like to want so desperately to be loved. Wearing different faces and personalities in the chance that someone might.

I know that very well.

But unlike you I'm always still just Jaskier.

The wolf slips in the door behind him.

Jaskier rounds on him. 'What the actual fuck? What the fuck are you? You Promised me. You Promised me you were him." The medallion bounces off his chest and he hates it. Rips it from his neck and brandishes it like a weapon. "I kept this for you! I thought you were him! You promised me you were him! What are you?! I told you I would help you even if you weren't him! Why?!"

The circle of the medallion cuts into his hand.

"Is this funny to you? Bringing me all the way up here and making me look a fool?! Making me watch Geralt picker her Again? Is this funny to you? You and this sadistic game?!"

And he throws the medallion. It hits the wolf dead on. Hit's his bowed forehead. Right between the eyes. Just in front of his flattened ears.

He has always been a good shot.

It is snowing outside. Just a few more flurries. The winter stretches out, immeasurably long in front of him.

He knows who Geralt chooses. That those 'I love you's are lies. No. Not lies. Geralt did not mean to lie. Not intentional. But it was so easy when your heart is broken to bury yourself in someone that does. Love you. Drowning men love life boats but they'd much rather be on the ship that cast them out.

He knows. It exactly what he was doing too.

I love you doppler. I could love you too.

The winter stretches immeasurably long in front of him.

"I can't do this." There is a bag in his hand. A case. "I can't do this."

There is a whine but he does not hear it as he rushes out the door. He can't do this. Down the stone hall. Wind whips through a hairline fracture in the Keeps walls and cuts his cheeks red where they are wet. He can't do this. Out the doors. Through the large wooden gates. He can't do this.

The winter stretches immeasurably long in front of him.

In the great hall a sickening feeling curdles in Geralt's gut. Honestly its seeing Yennifer again. This is all so wildly out of hand. Even if he knows they need her. That Ciri needs her.

"It's startin' to snow. Your idiot better come back soon."

"What?" He turned to Lambert who had curled up in a mountain of blankets in the window nearest the fire.

"Said it's starting to snow, dumbass."

"No the other part."

"Peacock left a while ago. Think he had the right idea. If I'd know she was coming I'd have stayed down south."

"What?" Snow was coming down hard. Big wet flakes. Could hardly see the keep walls through them. "Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

He shrugged. "His dog went after him."

His gut does a funny thing then. It eases in relief before his brain catches up and yanks tight in terror.

The wolf went after Jaskier.

Jaskier is alone.

With the wolf.

In a snow storm.

Jaskier is is alone in a snow storm. He walks down the mountain alone. As he knew he would. Why did he think it would be any different this time? Why does he never learn? He is a fool.

The wind picks up. The snow buries the path. He huddles in a protected alcove and wishes he'd been thinking clearly enough to steal one of Geralt's cloaks. Just to be petty.

He is probably going to freeze on this mountain. Walking down it alone. He might die. But even if he doesn't something will have died. Something in his chest that he cradled like wounded bird.

How many times must you touch fire, how many times must you be burned before you learn? How many times Jaskier? How many times?

He pulled his doublet tighter around him.

Just the one more time it seemed. Just once more.

Barking. Just one voice barking. Barking into the snow and wind in the distance.

Are you looking for your pack? Did you get lost? Separated? I hope they find you. I hope they answer you. I wish I had a pack to call out to.

The snow drifts down in heavy blankets and there is nothing to do but sleep. All he wants to do is sleep.

There is warmth in his dreams. Heavy and warm and soft and reeking of wet dog and something deeper. Something less domesticated and tame.

"You found him?"

Geralt's voice. Deep and soft. Reaches him. Buried in the snow. Cruel and kind in equal measure. To make him hear that voice before he, probably, dies.

"... Thank you."

There is a gasp. He recognizes it. That shocked little inhale of Geralt's.

"I think... That druid overpaid."

He wakes up to a stone ceiling. To thick and heavy furs covering him. to a wolf pressed into his side. To a man known as the white wolf pressed into the other.

Words will find him soon. But for now they are held back by a dam of confusion and exhaustion.

Geralt reaches an arm over him and scratches at the wolf's forehead. "Hm." Got it. The hum says. The same one he uses when Jaskier reminds him to pick something up in town. Hm. Got it.

The dam breaks.

"Oh so you're just okay with each other now? Everything is hunky dory? Jaskier goes out into a snow storm and you drag him - Unwillingly mind you - back here and now you're best fucking friends?! Well it's not all A-O-Kay over here so perhaps you might let me up so I can demand Yennifer do me the solid of getting me out of this godforsaken keep?" He wiggled under the mountain of blankets that held him captive.

"Wha-" Geralt's hand pressed down on his chest. Preventing escape.

"Or you know just go back to the love of your life, take your one goddamn blessing and leave me be!"

"Jask-"

"Oh don't give me that- you're gonna run right off after Yennifer and we both know it and you," Glared. Bared his teeth at the wolf. "Are a lying manipulative bastard and I hope she turns you into a gnat or a pigeon or - or something!"

"Jaskier!"

His jaw clicked closed. He did not soften his gaze.

"We- He - it's not. He didn't lie."

He scowled harder at Geralt.

"You remember that druid Ciri told you I helped?"

"... Vaguely."

A woman and woman who was not her wife. But was. In his story, in his song, he would tell it as if she was.

You saved my heart, I don't know what I'd have done if she. She. Witcher how can I ever repay you?

What food do you have on you?

Uh.

Fine. We don't have time. Don't tell them which way have gone.

No that's not- perhaps the law of su-

No. No. Lie. That will be enough.

It's not!

"He," Nodded to the wolf. "Was how she decided to pay."

He studied Geralt. Then the wolf. Their matching golden eyes.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Geralt grimaced. Hair falling over his face. "He's a familiar. She made him for me. Of me."

He studied the wolf again, distrustingly. "How does that work?"

Shrugged a shoulder. "You'd have to ask Yen."

"Don't care that much." He tried to wave his hand and the idea off but couldn't get it free from the covers. "Shouldn't you have known then? If he's made of you?"

"We weren't... connected. You have to. Touch."

"Oh and she thought you'd just go out of your way to touch a big white wolf? Honestly what was the plan there? You'd have just killed the damn thing."

"Mhmm."

"Seriously what kind of mad man goes out and pets a two hundred pound wolf? Could have at least tied a note to its neck for explanation before setting it loose on the countryside, wandering around looking for you."

"It wasn't..." He hummed his prodding question. "Looking for me. That's not what it was supposed to do."

"And pray tell what was it supposed to do?"

Geralt was quiet. The charged quiet that said he knew the answer but didn't want to tell him.

Eventually. With a fair bit of glaring and wiggling on his part, he answered.

"She was repaying the favor."

"Oh and what's that supposed to mean?! What you saved her partner and she sent the wolf to go out and save yours?" He scoffed. "What did she magic you 'a white wolf to protect your heart when you could not?' as you did for her? Is that it? Absolutely absurd, I wouldn't write that drivel."

Neither Geralt met his eye.

"Geralt...?"

"That's..." He ducked his head. "Hm."

Right.

"But then why-"

A wolf appears in the darkness. All white fur and golden eyes. Protects him from the bandits. Brings him a rabbit when his stomach growls.

I love you Jaskier. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize.

They lay on the bedroll and Geralt kisses him like a thousand drunken kisses. Like a thousand sober ones. And the wolf follows after Ciri and comforts her when they cannot.

The wolf seeks him out in that ruined clearing while Geralt cradles Ciri. While Geralt debates with Yennifer and Vesemir over Ciri's fate. Her training.

I love you Jaskier.

Protect his heart, white wolf, when he cannot.

"Oh."

He let his head fall to the side. Watched Geralt watch him with those golden eyes he had memorized decades ago. Listened to the sound of his breathing that was more familiar than his own.

"Tell me again."

Geralt cocked his head a fraction. Brow furrowed in confusion.

"Tell me again, what I did not believe. If it is true. Tell me again. Geralt of Rivia."

"Tell you...?"

"I love you, Geralt. Despite all sense and reason. Do not lie to me. Do not pretend if I am fated to walk down that mountain alone again. Do not lie to me."

His eyes widened. He pushed himself up and over him. Caged him in his muscular, scarred arms. Shoved the wolf aside.

It grumbled. Huffed. Walked out of the room. Towards Ciri. Towards his heart.

"Jaskier. I love you." He said again.

And this time. This time he believed him.

"Then, You absolute fool and dullard." With only Geralt to hold him down he worked his arms free. Held Geralt's head in his hands. Traced the stubble of his jaw that he could, if he needed to, shave blind. From memory alone. "Kiss me. I have waited long enough."

Geralt leaned down and did.

He remembered the barking of a single wolf. It's howls into the storm. Searching for its pack.

I hope your pack finds you. He wished to its unseen form.

Mine did.

[jedimaesteryoda]

Brienne’s Off to See the Wizard

I’m feeling a little silly right now, and in that spirit I’ll say that Brienne's journey in A Feast for Crows draws a bit of The Wizard of Oz: a girl dressed in blue travels with three dudes and a dog along a road on a quest to return a girl home. 

Brienne is Dorothy, the protagonist who dresses in blue (armor), and is given Oathkeeper which is sword studded with rubies in place of ruby slippers. At the start, she is accused of killing Renly when she was actually at the wrong place at the wrong time just like Dorothy with her house dropping on the Wicked Witch of the East. Dorothy ends up in Munchkinland of the diminutive Munchkins while Brienne travels through the riverlands which is predominantly made up of smallfolk. Dorothy was brought to Oz by a tornado while Brienne is from the stormlands. Brienne is sent on her mission to return a girl home by Catelyn, the Lady of the North in place of Glinda the Good Witch of the North. 

Professor Marvel: I see a woman. She's wearing a polka-dot dress. Her face is careworn. Dorothy: That's Auntie Em. Professor Marvel: Her name is Emily. Dorothy: That's right. What's she doing? Professor Marvel: Well I, uh, I can't quite see. Why, she's crying. Someone has hurt her. Someone has just about broken her heart. Dorothy: Me? Professor Marvel: Well, it's uh, someone she loves very much. Someone she's been very kind to. Someone she's taken care of in sickness. Dorothy: I had the measles once and she stayed right by me every minute. What's she doing now? Professor Marvel: Well, she's, uh...What's this? Well, she's, she's putting her hand on her heart. Oh, she's, she's dropping down on the bed. Dorothy: Oh, no, no, no. Professor Marvel: Uh, that's it, the crystal's gone dark. Dorothy: You don't suppose she could really be sick, do you? Oh, I've got to go home right away.

Go home, child. You have a home, which is more than many can say in these dark days. You have a noble father who must surely love you. Consider his grief if you should never return. Perhaps they will bring your sword and shield to him, after you have fallen. Perhaps he will even hang them in his hall and look on them with pride . . . but if you were to ask him, I know he would tell you that he would sooner have a living daughter than a shattered shield."

"A daughter." Brienne's eyes filled with tears. "He deserves that. A daughter who could sing to him and grace his hall and bear him grandsons. He deserves a son too, a strong and gallant son to bring honor to his name. Galladon drowned when I was four and he was eight, though, and Alysanne and Arianne died still in the cradle. I am the only child the gods let him keep. The freakish one, not fit to be a son or daughter."

- A Feast for Crows, Brienne VI

Brienne meets people along the way. Elder Brother tells her to abandon her quest, and think of her father who likely misses her while she is away from home just as Professor Marvel told Dorothy to abandon running away and go back home. She also comes across three people and a dog along her quest who end up accompanying her.

Septon Meribald is the Scarecrow. Dorothy meets him in the country where he wants a brain, yet throughout the film demonstrated himself to be intelligent and good on his feet. Meribald is from the country, and at first appears country bumpkin-esque, but actually proves himself to be intelligent with his Broken Men speech. His knowledge of the riverlands also proves to be useful to them throughout the trip.

Hyle Hunt is undoubtedly the Tin Man. Hyle Hunt’s body is covered in the metal of his armor like the Tin Man, and not having a heart appears to describe him pretty well. He calls Brienne ugly to her face when we see him first talk to her. He wants to find Sansa so he can sell her to the Lannisters. When Brother Gillum shows that a horse bit off his ear, Hyle responds by joking about it. When Brienne expresses sympathy for the children at the inn having lost their parents, Hyle’s response is to roll his eyes and mock her for her sympathy. He comes off as an insensitive prick who doesn’t seem very caring towards anyone. However, we are first introduced to him when he defends a smallfolk couple and Brienne from Tarly’s guards, and actually defends Brienne against his boss and liege, Randyll Tarly, which cost him his job. So there might be a heart to him somewhere after all.

Podrick Payne is the Cowardly Lion. Pod served lions, the Lannisters, and with a name like Payne with his distant cousin being Ser Ilyn the King’s Justice one would expect him to be more aggressive and intimidating. Yet, he is described by every POV character that meets him as timid, with Sansa noticing he blushes and stares at her feet every time she talks with him. He is clearly shy, but he rams himself into Mandon Moore just as he is about to kill Tyrion, and then pulls Tyrion to safety from the raging inferno on the Blackwater, saving his life. He later helps Brienne against the undoubtedly dangerous Bloody Mummer deserters. The boy can be shy, but deep inside is brave.

She finally comes across one figure who has gained repute in the land for his ostensible magical ability.  

“Oh, no, my dear, I... I'm a very good man - I'm just a very bad Wizard”

"The pink pretender, rather. I am Thoros, late of Myr, aye . . . a bad priest and a worse wizard."

- A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

Brienne eventually meets a man called the "red wizard," Thoros and just as the Wizard was just an ordinary man using smoke and mirrors, Thoros’s magic is usually just pyromancer tricks. Even he admits he isn’t really that much of a wizard or a red priest. But Thoros is a man who spent the entire war aiding the smallfolk of the riverlands, so while not much of a sorcerer, he still is at heart a good man. 

Auntie Em: You just had a bad dream.

Dorothy: But it wasn't a dream. It was a place, and you and you and you ... and you  were there . . . But you couldn't have been, could you?

Auntie Em: We dream lots of silly things when we...’

Dorothy: No, Aunt Em. This is a real, truly live place. And I remember that some of it wasn't very nice. But most of it was beautiful. But just the same, all I kept saying to everybody was, 'I want to go home.' And they sent me home.

“This is an evil dream, she thought. But if she were dreaming, why did it hurt so much?”

. . .

This time she dreamed that she was home again, at Evenfall. Through the tall arched windows of her lord father's hall she could see the sun just going down. I was safe here. I was safe.

. . .

"I saw him. In the woods."

"A fever dream, my lady."

"He said that he would hang me."

"Even dreams can lie. My lady, how long has it been since you have eaten? Surely you are famished?"

-A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

At the end, she wakes up from a dream, and while in the film, Dorothy is finally home, and her journey was revealed to be a dream, Brienne is far from home in the cave of the Brotherhood without Banners and she wakes up to a living nightmare. Brienne is reunited with the Lady of the North, though unlike in the film with Glinda, it is not a happy reunion, as she is accused of betrayal and her ruby studded sword given to her is used against her as opposed to helping her. 

“Bring me the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West.”

"She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead," said the big man. "She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We'll give her those, as many as she likes. All she asks from you is Jaime Lannister."

-A Feast for Crows, Brienne VIII

After finding the titular wizard, Dorothy in the story has to go on a side quest to complete her goal of returning home. Brienne finds the red wizard and is now told to prove her loyalty by bringing to them in place of the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West, Jaime Lannister, the twin brother and Lord Commander of Cersei’s Kingsguard sent to pacify the riverlands.

“I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog, too!”

The queen regarded him coolly. "I had not thought you so niggardly. The king I'd thought to wed would have laid a wolfskin across my bed before the sun went down." Robert's face darkened with anger. "That would be a fine trick, without a wolf." "We have a wolf," Cersei Lannister said. Her voice was very quiet, but her green eyes shone with triumph.

-A Game of Thrones, Eddard II

As for Cersei, well, she is associated with the color green, is very vindictive and cruel, often associated with wildfire and comes from the westerlands. She also starts at the beginning of the story by having a girl's innocent dog, Lady, killed. Her subordinates are referred to as monkeys with Tyrion, her Hand, being called “a twisted little monkey demon,” Lancel, who served as her sword, is compared to “a mummer’s monkey” and she thinks of Falyse Stokeworth, whom she tried to have kill Bronn, as a “grasping monkey.” Cersei is also looking for the same young girl Brienne is, someone she blames for the death of a relative, and had imprisoned in her castle.

Just who could Cersei's parallel be?

[pillage-and-lute]

Thicker Than Water (Part 1)

Post-mountain, heavy angst with a happy ending Geraskier, featuring platonic Yennskier and Yennalt. + immortal Jaskier and Ciri getting the family she deserves. PG-13? (Mentions of but no actual sex, brief mention of familial abuse, very very minor character death) This first bit is mostly just Jaskier’s sad reflections post-mountain.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Ao3 link HERE

{AN:This is me (an adhd person) writing Jaskier as adhd, based on my experiences, but my experiences with adhd are not universal, but some of you may recognize Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria. Also, because it’s never explicitly stated in the fic, feel free to headcanon him however you like.}

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Jaskier never got an apology after the mountain. He’d never gotten the rest of the story from the others either, but after everything it didn’t seem all that important. Maybe it never had been. 

Twenty-two years. 

It wasn’t so long, not when Jaskier knew he had an entire lonely eternity to look forward to. But to be fair, he hadn’t known that twenty-two years ago. He hadn’t even known it last week. It turns out having a very pleasurable liaison with a high priestess who had just so happened to be the mortal vessel for a minor goddess, has its perks. He’d seen her in a bar three nights ago and she’d bought him a cup of milk and asked him how immortality was going. 

Of course, he’d thought she was joking. He was pretty heavily into his sixth? seventh? pint of the evening. It was strong stuff and she’d bought him milk to sober up. He just told her his skin care must be working and she explained that, yes, it was, his skin looked very nice, but no, that wasn’t why he still looked twenty-three. 

Then a fan had bought him some rather nice gin and after that he doesn’t remember the evening. He hoped he’d bid the priestess goodbye. 

He’d been drinking more lately. Jaskier had never actually had much of a head for drink, preferring to sip a light wine than down things more akin to paint thinner. Now, though, well. It was the mountain, wasn’t it? He’d never taken rejection well. Oh, sure, a potential lover turning him down was one thing, admittedly it stung, but he would never force unwanted affections, and he’d always had a mobile heart, ready to fall in love with someone new. Criticism on his music? That depended, the reasoned, encouraging criticism of a good professor was fine. Nothing else was. He poured his heart and soul into everything he sang, even if it was just a nonsense song or a ditty plucked out on the road. Having it criticized cut straight through him, especially by those he cared about.

The hurt ran deeper though. The youngest son of a minor noble, with two big, strong, fighting brothers and one sickly but pretty younger sister, Lotte, he’d always been a bit of an odd duck. His brothers had heckled him, but they hadn’t been home often. His father had beat him, but that pain at least was only physical. His mother ignored him. That had hurt. It still hurt, when he thought of it. Lancing through him like a knife of ice. And then Lotte, who had loved his stories and music, had died. A fever took her suddenly in the night and after that Lettenhove held no more light for him. So he left and his father was happy to see him go. 

Some things you bring with you. His family had never given him any gifts, but left him with a lifetime of baggage. Their voices in his head telling him he was never good enough, a weakling, a burden. A shit shoveler.

Sometimes a much smaller voice, that sounded a little like Lotte piped up. He was good at music. He brought people joy. But it was so much weaker than the constant barrage of hate. 

And now Geralt.

Jaskier wanted to believe that Geralt didn’t hate him, that twenty-two years of grunts and silences meant at least a glimmer of friendship. But how could it? Jaskier’s own family hadn’t wanted him, and here he was, forlorn that after he’d inflicted himself on Geralt for two decades he’d finally been thrown aside. Like the garbage he always had been. He tried not to let himself think about it too much, but somehow the thoughts always found him. Usually at the bottom of a bottle. Or three.

There were no doubts in his mind about Geralt. Jaskier could never believe Geralt a cruel man, not after years of watching him fight dreadful monsters for less coin than chimneysweeps earned. Years of him patiently bearing the worst of people and cleaning up their messes and saving lost baby birds. Jaksier never would have believed it, if not for the testimony of his own two eyes. Geralt had scooped the downy thing up in one massive hand and examined it with such tenderness in his honey-gold eyes that Jaskier wanted to cry. A part of him wished, if only for a moment, that he was the bird, to be cradled in a strong, gentle hand and be the focus of such attentive care. He didn’t wish to be the bird later, when it died. Lost, injured baby birds often do, and Jaskier had played a sad little tune as Geralt buried it carefully. 

A man, a witcher, who buried and mourned a baby bird, was not bad. Not a monster or cruel, although sometimes a bit unkind. 

At the bottom of bottles and pints Jaskier wanted to hate Geralt, wanted to think him a monster, a butcher, he even wrote it into his songs, a garroter. He couldn’t do it. He found plenty of room to hate himself though. 

Every sore point in Geralt’s life, at least those within the last two decades, had indeed been Jaskier’s fault. The banquet? Jaskier had insisted, practically dragged Geralt into a messy political situation, even if it looked like a party on the surface. The djinn? He’d provoked a sleep deprived Geralt and then pouted like a child when his singing was mocked. For Melitele’s sake he’d called Geralt butcher when they’d met. He wondered sometimes why Geralt hadn’t left him to the tender mercies of the djinn. He knew why.

Because Geralt was kind. Not a gentleman, not with the talking to his horse, and the growling, and the (admittedly not that bad) smell. Not a gentleman, but a gentle man. 

Geralt had been kind enough to put up with a troublesome bard. A bard who, young and green as he’d been in Posada, would have had his neck slit by bandits or thieves before his twentieth year. He’d pitied Jaskier and let him stick around, putting up with him as no one else had. Not his parents or his brothers, not Valdo, his first love, who’d subsequently cheated on him and laughed at his tears, not even his various dalliances put up with him. A night of pleasure was all he could offer, out the door (or window, or over the hedge) in the morning, lest he burden them with his presence too long and be stabbed by their rejection. Everyone had their breaking point though, and Geralt had reached his after twenty years, as well as a breakup, a dragon man, and Jaskier asking to run away together all within twenty-four hours. 

That left Jaksier, lost in a forest with no money and only sad songs to sing, which don’t bring much coin in a world that already knows enough sorrow, two months after the dragon hunt.

Things were bad. For Jaskier and everyone else. He had no money for warm clothes or new boots, and winter was fast approaching. Nilfgaard’s soldiers were looking for him, they stormed everywhere, searching for the White Wolf and his charge, or anyone who might know something. Cintra had fallen, and it’s lioness with it, and Jaskier could only hope that the child surprise, whose name day banquets he’d missed not one, had met her destiny at last. 

He hoped his destiny wasn’t skewered on the end of a Nilfgaardian blade.

He couldn’t go to Oxenfurt. They’d look for him there, and he had too many friends whose lives he would endanger as well. Here, on the road, he was anonymous. His fine clothes were dulled with dirt and wear, and his hair was longer, curling at the ends and bout his ears as it was wont to do when he went without a hair cut. He hadn’t shaved in a couple days either. Jaskier hoped he looked dashing, but he suspected he just looked scruffy. 

He certainly didn’t look like the famous bard Jaskier, herald of the White Wolf, though, so perhaps it was all for the better. 

And then, in the middle of a forest, with the first frosts of autumn on the ground, he met the amethyst eyes of a sorceress.

Fuck.

[flowercrown-bard]

A new us will begin (2/ 11)

word count: 2k

AO3

part 1  /   part 3  /   part 4  /  part 5  / part 6

cw: Major Character Death, child death, blood, injuries

Jules didn’t know what witchers were. He was too young to understand and no one had ever answered his questions when he had asked about them. They must be something truly awe-inspiring if even the adults couldn’t find the words to talk about them. Jules would have found the words, he was sure of that. He knew a lot of words and he loved using them.

The adults always told him that he talked too much. Except for his Ma. She always called him her little bard.

Jules didn’t know what a bard was either, but he liked the word. It sounded like adventure and heroes and maidens being saved, like in his stories. Jules was sure bards didn’t have to go to bed when their parents told them too. They probably got to play all day long.

And most importantly, bards probably weren’t scared of the monster in the woods.

No one had told him what it was or that it was even there, but Jules was clever; he had listened in when his parents whispered about it and he had figured out all by himself why his parents didn’t want him to play in the woods anymore. But he didn’t tell his parents that he knew.

He was too young to understand, they said and it was too scary for him. That’s why they didn’t tell him about it. They never told him anything. But Jules wanted to know, know, know! He wanted to know everything. He wanted to see everything.

A bard probably got to do that. A bard wouldn’t listen to his parents when they told him to stay away from the woods. When the adults kept secrets, a bard would find out the truth himself.  

So that’s what Jules did. When it was dark, he snuck out of their small house, careful not to make any noise. It was hard. The nervousness made him giggle, but he was a bard and bards must be good at being quiet and secretive so he had to try and be good at that too.

When he had made it outside, he threw one last look at the house, holding his breath and expecting that any moment the door would open and his parents would shout at him to come back inside.

The door stayed shut. A wide grin spread across Jules’ lips and he had to press his hand against his mouth to stop the excited noise from escaping.

Then he ran to the woods. They looked scarier than they did during the day. Jules often came here to play. He knew these woods. He couldn’t get lost in there. It didn’t matter that it was dark and everything looked different at night. He was his Ma’s little bard. Bards didn’t get lost.

And somehow Jules knew he was safe. He knew that no matter what, there would always be someone there to pull him out of danger by the scruff.

There’s a snap behind him.

The monster!

The boy turned around, grabbed a stick from the ground and held it in front of him like a sword. His heart was racing like the sheep he sometimes chased around, pretending they were all horses galloping together. But this wasn’t fun. This was a monster. One so scary that his parents didn’t even talk about it.

“I’m not scared!” He shouted into the darkness, waving his stick around like a brave knight.

The snapping came closer, the sound of frantic steps running towards him. Then the bushes in front of him parted. But there was no monster. It was his Ma.  

“Jules!” She fell to her knees before him, taking him into her arms and holding him as close as possible. “Don’t ever run away again. Don’t ever scare me like that.”

“But I- I wanted to find the monster. It scares you and I need to protect you.”

His Ma made a choked sound. She pulled back and cupped his cheeks in her hands, looking at him seriously. It made Jules feel important, like an adult. Adults always looked at each other seriously. Bards must be serious too, so he returned the look as best he could.

“Jules, listen to me. You can never go search for monsters.” She waited until Jules nodded. “There was a witcher in town today. The White Wolf. Your Pa went to tell him to come quickly. He will take care of the monster for us, alright?”

She stood back up and held her hand out. Jules took it. Right in that moment, thunder roared through the woods. Jules frowned. There hadn’t been thunder when he had left. He had been pretty sure there were no clouds or he would have taken his coat with him.

“Ma?”

“Quiet, darling,” she hissed, her face twisting into a terrified grimace. Her grip on Jules’ hand got tighter.

“What is it, Ma? Why is there-“

Something rustled in the bushes. Jules couldn’t really see it in the dark, but something big came closer. Something with teeth as long as his arm and craws as sharp as the axe his Pa sometimes used to cut down trees. And the eyes glowed yellow.

Jules was frozen to the spot as he held the thing’s gaze. The eyes looked wrong. Yellow was a nice colour. Yellow eyes should be beautiful, but these one just looked ugly and dangerous.

Jules’ head tilted to the side, like a bird or a dog and he took a step forward. At least he tried to. As soon as he moved, his mother let out a short cry and grabbed him around the middle, yanking him back. The ground disappeared from under him as his Ma lifted him up and ran.

He had never seen his Ma run that fast. She never played tag with him, always told him to stop when he tried to run as fast as a horse, saying that the sheep didn’t like that. But now she ran, carrying Jules who clung to her as tightly as he could so that he wouldn’t fall.

Over her shoulder, he could see yellow eyes and sharp teeth disappear in the shadows. His Ma kept running until suddenly the world tilted again. She let out a sharp cry and Jules fell to the ground with her, rolling a little away from her. Quickly, he scrambled back to his feet.

“Ma?”

“I’m alright darling.” She smiled.

Adults never told Jules anything. He knew how to see when they lied. And his Ma was lying to him right now. She wasn’t alright. Her smile looked like the faces Jules sometimes pulled when he had to eat something gross and her leg looked the same that his neighbour’s leg had looked when she had fallen out of a tree once. She hadn’t been able to walk for a month then.

“I’m alright,” his Ma repeated as her smile crumbled. “Darling, you have to listen to me. Keep running. You have to get out of here. You have to get back home.”

“You’ll run with me, right?” Jules received no answer, only a choked sob. “Right, Ma?”

“You’ll have to be brave.” Tears streamed down his Ma’s cheeks and she ran a hand through his hair. “You have to be brave for me and tell your Pa what happened. I’ll be fine. Remember the White Wolf I told you about? He’ll save me. I’ll be fine.”

Jules didn’t understand. How could a wolf save his Ma? His Pa had always said that wolves were bad, that they ate his sheep. It didn’t make sense that a wolf would help now, but at least his Ma had told him the truth. It just sounded right. Like the word bard sounded right even if he didn’t know what it meant.

With determination Jules hadn’t known before, he nodded. “I’ll wait with you.”

“No! You can’t stay, you have to-“

He didn’t listen. What he had to do was be brave. He sat down next to his Ma. Even as she kept telling him to go, her arms wrapped around him and cradled him close.

Slowly her urging for him to leave turned into reassurances. Like when he crawled into his parent’s bed after a nightmare.

“The White Wolf will come. We’ll be safe. He’ll come and save us.”

She didn’t have to tell him. He already knew that and somehow it made him feel almost giddy. The White Wolf. It sounded like an adventure, like the kind of stories Jules always made up in his head before bed or when the other children didn’t want to play with him because he only ever wanted to play horses.

He wondered what the White Wolf looked like. He hoped he’d have yellow eyes, like the monster, but better. Yellow eyes would look pretty on a wolf. And for some reason the thought made him feel safe.

Apparently that didn’t work for his Ma. Her comforting voice turned into wordless sobs as the beast appeared again. Jules’ heart sped up when the monster stalked towards them. Slowly, as if it already knew they wouldn’t get away from it.

How stupid it was to think that. How stupid it was not to know that the White Wolf would save them.

The monster growled, Jules’ Ma cried and Jules…Jules began to sing. A lullaby. Just one line, the only line he knew. The one he had invented one night when his parents had fallen back asleep before Jules was convinced that his nightmare wouldn’t come back.

It made his mother smile, just a little. She pulled his head against her chest, so he couldn’t see the monster anymore. He didn’t stop singing.

“I love you,” she whispered into his hair. “You are so brave, my little bard.”

Her voice was cut off without warning by a piercing cry of pain and a terrible monstrous noise that he never wanted to hear again. Her arms tightened around Jules and he could feel something warm and wet drip down onto him. Then her grip went slack, her hands falling away.

Jules didn’t stop singing, even as the claws of the beast plunged into him, flinging him to the side. Sharp pain filled him. Hot fire in his blood. Blood that ran out of his chest. It wasn’t supposed to do that. Jules was sure that the blood was supposed to stay inside him. But it just kept flowing. Like his Ma’s tears, like his song. But his voice became garbled, something wet and gross tasting filling his lungs. He couldn’t sing anymore.

It hurt. It hurt so much and Jules wanted it to stop. Where was the wolf? Why didn’t he stop this? Why didn’t he save them?

He couldn’t see. It wasn’t just the darkness of the night. Something else was happening, something that made his eyes not work anymore. He fought to keep them open, but they fell shut anyway.

Just before his eyelids dropped, he could see the silhouette of a man jumping out of the bushes, a sword in his hand that was gleaming in the moonlight. Jules wished he could see his eyes. He knew with a burning certainty that they would be golden. He must be the witcher. The one who his mother had promised would come.

He looked beautiful, even if Jules couldn’t see much of him. He moved too fast through the shadows. He moved too fast – and he had been too late. He didn’t look like a wolf and he hadn’t protected them.

But even as Jules was filled with burning pain and his limbs became too heavy to move, a thought shot through him and with it came a wave of excitement that almost washed away the pain.

In that moment – his last moment – he knew what he wanted to do with his life. When he grew up, he wanted to go with the witcher. He wanted to sing to him the one line of his favourite song. He wanted to play horses with him.

It was the last thought he ever had before that dreamlike future died with him.

[hopelikethemoon]

Together (Ezra x Reader) || {Moonbeams}

Title: Together Rating: PG-13 Length: 3,700 Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, angst, unresolved sexual tension. Notes: :) :)  Part twenty of the Moonbeams series.

You sat crosslegged on the bed, watching as Ezra paced and sucked on a honeystick. “Just keep things brief. They won’t be that suspicious.”

“And why do I not like this Quinn fellow?” He questioned, cocking his head the side as he looked at you. 

“Because I slept with him.” You admitted. “It’s complicated.”

“Do tell.”

You rubbed at the crease between your brows, “He was always my fallback, in the past. So there’s a history there. I’m not proud about it, but I needed to get off Ay-7 to get back to you and that unfortunately meant sleeping with him.” You shrugged. “Neither you nor the beast were thrilled with that.”

Ezra nodded slowly, “So I should be chilly with him?”

“Cordial.” You offered, brushing your fingers over your stomach. “He likes trying to wind you up. Just follow my lead.”

“And Shiva? What about them?” 

“Mutual acceptance? They don’t particularly like you, but they’re warming up to you. I wouldn’t say you dislike them. But there’s distrust all around.” 

You scooted to the edge of the bed, resting your feet on the ground. “I’ll try to do most of the talking. I need them to go to Arcadia and pick up my ship — but I’m going to avoid the particulars.”

“So we’re not telling them about the memory loss?”

“Ezra!”

He smirked at you. “Just checking.” He stepped towards the trash bin to throw the honeystick packaging away. “And how are we?” 

“You’re very… touchy.” You explained. “Hand on my shoulder, the small of my back, holding my hand.” 

Ezra nodded, “I can see that.”

He hadn’t had any trouble with touching you ever since the full moon. It helped that he let you sleep in bed with him — something about not wanting to make a pregnant woman sleep on an uncomfortable sofa. It was nice, but weird too. 

“And what happens if they start to catch on?”

“I don’t know.” You grimaced. “I don’t really want to think about it.” Shiva would twist your arm into staying on the Block until the baby was born. They’d find a reason to think it wasn’t safe with Ezra — he was a stranger all over again. Someone to distrust. 

“Anything else I should know?” He questioned as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. 

“You call me moonbeam,” Your voice wavered. He hadn’t called you anything but your name since you reintroduced yourself to him. “And little lamb.” 

His brows furrowed as he tilted his head to look at you, “Shelley?”

You nodded, “We traded Mary and Percy.” 

“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” Ezra recited. 

“You remember that?” 

“Hmm?”

“You read those words from my book. You didn’t have Percy’s works.” You told him, angling yourself towards him. “But you remembered the passage.”

He blinked at you, exhaling shakily. “It just came to me.” 

“That’s good.” You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Maybe there’s still hope yet that you’ll remember.” 

“Perhaps,” He smiled fondly at you, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “You know, I can see why I was infatuated with you.” 

“Oh?” Your gaze dropped to his lips, against better judgement. 

“Yeah.” Ezra breathed out, “You’re beautiful and you fancy the same books that I do.” 

“Funny, that’s why I liked you too.” You whispered, finding yourself leaning towards him. “Is this just muscle memory?”

“Maybe.” He drawled out, his breath dancing over your lips as he hesitated. “I hear something.” 

Ezra’s head whipped around to stare down the hallway a split second before someone knocked at the door. “I already dislike them.” He remarked. 

You laughed, “I told you they’d show up today.” You rose from the bed, walking barefoot down the corridor to the front door. “Who is it?” You called out. 

“Who do you think?” Shiva shot back. 

Ezra followed after you, hovering awkwardly behind you. “I’ll follow your lead.” 

You looked back at him before you pulled the door open to let Shiva and Quinn in. 

“Where the hell is your transport?” Quinn questioned, “We went there first, but the clearing is… clear.” 

“Long story.” You told him as Shiva wrapped their arms around you. “How was your assignment?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” They groused, pulling back to give you a sweeping look. 

“Someone pulled a bad harvest.” Quinn said in a sing-song voice, before following Shiva’s line of sight to your stomach. “Not that I doubted the legitimacy of your pregnancy, but…” He smirked at Ezra then. “Good job.” 

“Look at you!” Shiva grinned at you. “Can I?” 

“Sure.” You shrugged, giving Ezra a look as he moved to shut and lock the door closed behind them. 

“How are you feeling?” Shiva questioned as they ran their hand over the subtle curve of your stomach. “Any morning sickness?”

“I feel great.” You told them, swatting Quinn’s hand away as he made an attempt to touch you. 

“Watch it.” Ezra snapped, stepping in between you and Quinn. 

Quinn huffed, “Oh, but Shiva can touch?” 

Ezra glared at him. 

Shiva rolled their eyes, “Still sensitive about that?” 

“About what?” Ezra questioned, arching a brow. 

“We are not going to talk about me sleeping with Quinn.” You interjected, taking Shiva’s hand off your stomach. “Let’s go sit, I can tell you about what happened.” 

Ezra was hot on your heels as you shooed Shiva and Quinn down the hall to the common area. It almost reminded you of before — but not quiet. It didn’t help that he had taken your comment about being touchy and ran with it. 

He pulled you into his lap on the sofa, under the guise of making room for Shiva. 

“Now you’re just being rude.” Quinn complained as he perched on the crate across from the sofa. 

“Did we interrupt something?” Shiva questioned, giving you a pointed look. 

“No.”

“—Yes.”

You turned to look at Ezra, your heart beating a little faster as he cradled his hand against your stomach. 

“Someone is still a little grouchy from the full moon.” You explained nervously, looking back at Shiva then. “How was your flight in?”

“Uneventful.” They shrugged, “Quinn tried a little too hard to get me out of my own bad mood.”

You made a face, “Too much information.”

“Not like that.” Shiva screwed up their face. 

“Why does everyone act like I’m at the bottom of their list?” Quinn questioned, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know, all three of you are near the top of mine.” 

You pretended to wretch, which made Ezra snort. “Quinn, everyone is at the top of your list to hear you tell it.”

“I’m an equal opportunities romancer.”

“Can I be removed from the list?” Ezra questioned. “Perhaps a few years ago, I might’ve taken you up on that offer.”

“Don’t feed him.” You told Ezra, prodding him in the ribs. “He’ll never stop.”

“No, no. Please go on.” Quinn grinned. “You’ve caught my interest now, Ezra.” He propped his chin up on his knees. “Now I’m seeing that this animosity isn’t just because of our beloved friend.”

Ezra rested his chin on your shoulder, tilting his head so his cheek was pressed flush against your neck and jaw. “You’ve gone and ruined it now.” 

Shiva cleared their throat, “Well, now that that is out of the way.” They fixed you with a look. “Your ship?”

“Long story, really.” You laughed nervously. “I’m going to need you and Quinn to take a quick trip to Arcadia to pick it up for me. My best advice is to go straight to the ship and then leave.” 

Shiva narrowed their eyes, “What happened?” 

“A minor debacle,” Ezra lied smoothly, pressing his lips to the crook of your neck affectionately. “Given the delicate state that moonbeam is in, I’d prefer that she doesn’t venture back to Arcadia.” 

“How did you get back without your ship?” Quinn questioned. 

“It’s a long story.” You admitted, “But it’s behind us, fortunately.” 

“Why are you acting weird?” Shiva questioned, leaning towards you suspiciously. “You’re being squirrely.”

“I’m exhausted.” You explained, which wasn’t an actual lie. 

Quinn clicked his tongue against his teeth, “Did the big bad wolf keep you up?” 

You flipped him off. “Shut up.”

“Well, did he?”

“No.” You gritted out, tilting your head to look at Ezra. “I told you they’d never let me live it down.”

“It’s alright.” 

“What’s with the two of you?” Shiva questioned, narrowing their eyes at you. 

“Like I said before,” Ezra started before you had the opportunity to respond. “You interrupted.”

“Ezra.” You warned him lightly, tilting your head to look at him with a short laugh. “It’s just been a weird couple of days.” You explained to Shiva. “It always is around the full moon.” 

“You’re right,” Quinn snapped his fingers and pointed at Shiva, “They are acting weird.” 

“Maybe you’re acting weird.” You retorted.

“Alright, I’m convinced now. Fess up.” Shiva cleared their throat, “What’s going on here?” 

“Do you always interrogate her?” Ezra questioned, his voice teetering on the edge of annoyance. “She already told you. So drop it.” 

“It’s really nothing.” You assured Shiva and Quinn, looking between the two of them. “I just need my ship back and then…” You didn’t know what came next. Did you leave? Did you come back? 

“You can pick me up more of those honeysticks and get back here.” Ezra drawled out, lazily drawing his fingers over your stomach through your shirt. 

You turned a little to look at him, grinning at him. “And don’t forget the cheese.” 

“How could I?” Ezra took that opportunity to steal the softest brush of a kiss from you. But it was enough to make you chase after his lips as he pulled away. 

There was nothing you wanted more than to kiss him. Your last two kisses with him had been under such duress — you hadn’t savored them at all. 

“Anything we need to know about Arcadia?” Shiva questioned, “And we’ll get out of your hair.”

“Sorry.” You offered sheepishly as you turned back towards your friends. “Just be quick. Don’t linger.”

Quinn coughed, “You’re not sending us to our death are you?” 

“No.” You answered a little too quickly.

Shiva narrowed their eyes, ”We’re talking when I get back.” They warned you. “Ezra, take care of our girl.”

“I always do.” He said with a pleased grin as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his hand still possessively curled around your stomach. 

Shiva stood then, snapping their fingers to get Quinn’s attention. “I think we should give the love birds some space.” 

Quinn made a face, “You know, I’m still thinking about how it works with the beast.” 

“I’m going to kill you.” You threatened, wiggling out of Ezra’s embrace as you got off his lap. “I told you that in a moment of weakness.” 

He held up his hand in mock defeat. “Doesn’t matter why, you let it slip.” He looked towards Shiva then. “You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go see what she’s gotten herself into on Arcadia.” 

“It takes about four hours to get there,” You warned them. “A little over five to get back here.” 

Shiva nodded, “You owe me.”

“I know.” You laughed, following Quinn and Shiva towards the door. Ezra lingered behind the three of you, eyeing you like a predator who had found his prey. You knew that look. “I owe both of you for this one.” 

Quinn smirked, “I’m sure I could come up with a creative way to pay out.” 

“No.” You rolled your eyes. “Come by in the morning, alright?”

“Early afternoon.” Shiva told you. “If I’m gonna be in flight for nine hours, I’m sleeping in.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” You smiled at them, before giving them a quick hug. “We’ll talk.” You promised as you pulled back.

“We better.” Shiva warned, before looking towards Ezra. “Keep her safe.”

“Will do.” He said as he folded his arms across his chest and watched as you unlocked the door to let them out into the crisp afternoon air. 

You turned to face him once the vessel was locked up tight again. “That went well.”

“It did.” He drawled out as he crowded in close to you, resting a hand against the wall beside your head as he leaned towards you. You weren’t pinned in — you could slip out from beneath him easily, his hand wasn’t even at your hip. 

“How’d I do?” He questioned, his eyes meeting yours. There was a warmth there, one that you desperately wanted to hold onto. 

“I think you were convincing.” You told him, trying to hide the way your voice wavered. “That kiss really sold it.”

“Sorry,” Ezra rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. “It felt natural.” 

“It was.” You assured him, reaching out to brush your fingers over his shoulder. “You would’ve definitely kissed me in that moment.” You tilted your chin, angling your face towards him. “Thank you for playing along.” 

Ezra’s other hand moved in to curl around your hip, keeping you right there. Not that you were trying to get away. “It wasn’t just playing along.”

You exhaled shakily. “I know.” 

“This must be agonizing for you.” His brows knit together as he looked down at you, “I don’t mean to prolong your suff—“

Your fingers moved to his jaw and you drew him in for a kiss. It was agonizing. He was right about that. Having him so close, yet so far away was pulling you apart, thread by thread.

It reminded you of that first night with him, the hesitation that blossomed into desperation. You toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck as he eased into the kiss, his tongue dragging over the roof of your mouth as he kissed you thoroughly.

Ezra pressed his leg in between your thighs, effectively pinning you against the cool durasteel wall. Molten desire pooled in your core — it hadn’t fully abated since the full moon, but you’d just ignored it. But it was hard to ignore his knee grinding against your clit and his cock hard between your bodies. 

He pulled back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “Is this… I don’t wish to overstep the line drawn between us.” He whispered, even as he dragged his hand up the length of your side. 

You blinked at him as you tried to wade through the wants to find the rational response for this. You wanted him, you would always want him. But what was it for him? Was he just using you? This wasn’t the same Ezra that you loved. 

“Just keep kissing me,” You told him, your eyes searching his for that fleeting second before he leaned in again. His teeth scraped over yours, before his tongue soothed the faint ache. 

His fingers slid beneath the hem of your shirt, warm skin finding yours. Just as greedy as the way he kissed you. 

Ezra was just as touch starved as he had been when you first met him. Just as desperate to find a connection — with you. But it was different. 

You had only just overcome your fears with him. You could believe your Ezra when he told you he wasn’t using you, but you couldn’t believe this Ezra. This was just an itch to scratch, relief after five years of solitude. He just wanted to fuck and it probably didn’t even matter if it was you.

Ezra froze when you tensed against him, his hand dropping from your side. “Moonbeam?” He questioned as he drew back to look at you. “What’s wrong?” 

You sank back against the wall, looking away from him. “I don’t think I can do this.” You told him quietly. “I want to, but…”

“Just because you want something, doesn’t mean you should do it.” Ezra drawled out, leaning in to press his lips to your forehead. “Forgive me for overstepping.”

“You didn’t.” You assured him, brushing your fingers through the hair that fell across his own forehead. “I kissed you. Remember?”

Ezra chuckled, “Quite vividly.” 

You exhaled shakily, “How honest do you want me to be about the past?”

He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he considered your question. “I don’t mind you telling me about our time together.” He reached down and took your hand into yours, bringing it to his lips. 

“Alright,” You nodded slowly. “Do you want to go sit?” 

“Sure.” Ezra reluctantly released his hold on your hand, letting you slip past him as you headed for the common area. He followed after, giving you more space than he had before. 

This time, he remained standing while you perched uncomfortably on the sofa. “You already know about the deal and Moros.” You reminded him, “But what I didn’t tell you was that part of his little game included forcing me to live through a moment in your past.”

Ezra frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I was essentially inside of Roz’s body for the entire day leading up to…” You made a face. “Well.”

“Shit.”

“It got under my skin. You and I hit a bit of a rough patch because of it. I have my own baggage.” You rubbed your hands together. “We had only just gotten over it.” You met his eyes. “I think I’m officially past wanting to just be a means to an end for someone.”

Ezra dragged his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry that you’ve been made to feel that way.” He said softly. “I shouldn’t have kissed you when they were here. But there’s a part of me that gravitates to you. That wants… a lot more than I should ask of you.”

“Don’t.” You shook your head, holding up a hand to stop him. “I shouldn’t have asked you to pretend like everything was normal because it’s not.” You lowered your gaze to the floor, “I’m not good at this.” 

Ezra moved to you, sinking down onto the soft beside you. “May I?”

“Yes.” Your voice cracked, as tears welled up in your eyes. 

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he tried to soothe you. You didn’t have the heart to tell him it only made you want to cry harder. It was so familiar, the warmth of his embrace, the whispered words of assurance. 

Ezra ran his hand down your spine, “I’m sorry moonbeam. I’m so sorry.” 

You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your tears falling against his skin as you let yourself cry. You couldn’t keep bottling it up. You were going through hell and you didn’t have the one person you needed. Just a facade of them. 

“I’m sorry.” You sniffed, tilting your head to look at him. “These hormones are no joke.” 

“It’s alright.” He assured you, “We’re both in an impossible situation.”

“It’s the worst.” You complained, shifting in his embrace so you were leaning back against his chest with your legs stretched out on the crate in front of you. “And I’m mad because you’re missing out on this sweet spot that you were looking forward to.”

“What’s that?” He questioned, winding his arm around your waist so he could cradle your stomach in his hand once more. 

“Well,” You let out a sputtering laugh. “I think you know without knowing.” 

“Oh.” Ezra exhaled slowly. “Do you not want me to—“

“No!” You covered his hand with yours. “It’s nice.”

“I can hear their heartbeat.” Ezra told you, “It’s faint, but just as steady as your own. It makes me feel… pride?” He pressed his lips to your shoulder, lingering there. “I feel so many things that I don’t understand.”

“I know. I’ve pushed too hard.” You admitted. “I’ll be gone for a week to restock. I’m sure you’re looking forward to that time alone.” You didn’t mean to sound as bitter as you did. “You won’t have to put up with an uncomfortably hormonal woman. Is she horny? Is she sad?” 

Ezra snorted, “I don’t mind.” 

You gave him a skeptical look. “I appreciate that lie.”

He stroked his hand over your stomach, “I’m not lying. It’s nice to have someone here. To not be alone.” Ezra confessed. “I’ve never had such an easy full moon before.”

“Really?” You questioned, turning towards him then. “You were always cagey about your transformations.” 

Ezra shrugged, “I don’t know how much I should tell you. Maybe I had good reason to keep these things from you.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I already know you were keeping shit from me. It’s not a secret anymore.” 

“If I loved you,” Ezra started. “And I know I did. I wouldn’t have wanted you to know how bad it was.” 

“How bad is it?”

Ezra stared at you for a long moment before he answered, “There is no word to explain the pain, moonbeam. Agony pales in comparison to the reality. Even now I ache.” 

“You never…” You shook your head. “I knew about the headaches, but I didn’t know about everything else.” 

“A person gets used to living with pain.” Ezra offered lightly. “They overlook the grinding pain in their joints, the blinding knife between their brows. Especially if they’ve found something to look forward to.” 

“I feel like I forced myself into your life.” You told him hesitantly. “You told me to leave and I still came back.”

“And I want you to come back still.” Ezra whispered. 

“I plan to.” Your chest hurt as you held his gaze. “You may not remember me yet, but the beast still does. I’m not leaving either part of you behind.” 

“Moonbeam?”

You smiled a little. “Yes?”

Ezra shook his head as he exhaled, “Nevermind.”

“No. What is it?” You reached out and urged him to look at you again. 

“I was going to ask if I may kiss you.” Ezra told you as he leaned into your touch. 

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes.”

His eyes widened a little, a smile spreading over his lips. He leaned in then, brushing his lips gently over yours. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You whispered, pressing your forehead against his, stroking your fingers over his scruffy jaw. 

“Not giving up on me.” He brushed his nose against yours. 

“We’ll figure this out.” You told him, “Together.”

[shadlad24]

More Funny Little Moments #1: Season 1, Episodes 1-12

So, I decided to do this post after all. Halp. LOL Because I apparently LOVE giving myself a bunch of unnecessary work, I decided to choose two to three extra moments, per episode! SUPER halp! X’D Anyway, these are moments that didn’t make the cut for my FFLM series because: my sense of humor is a little weird, they were gonna be too much work (LOL/Siiigh), I like to highlight patterns, and I don’t like a lot of repetition. [Links to each FFLM along the bottom of the post. :)]

Let’s start with something I originally agreed with other fans on but have since changed my mind. A lot of people didn’t like this part of “Chariots of War” because it seems so ludicrous that Xena would forget her chakram anywhere. Well, let me tell you! This lady has left her weapons behind most episodes thus far. I didn’t note it every time here (and especially didn’t bother with her whip) because that’d really overrun the post buuuuut… You’ll see. XD

1.01 Sins of the Past

Xena’s shift being so much dirtier than the little boy’s clothes though she’s high up off the ground, and he lives in smoked-out rubble.

Yup. Xena forgot her sword (and later, her main saddlebag) at her mother’s tavern. Pft.

Sorry these were kinda lame, but I didn’t want to re-use any more of the original fifteen points I made about this episode... Ah well. Moving on! (heh)

1.02 Chariots of War

Xena loses her sword after the chariot crash, taking up and discarding Sphaerus’s but walking off without her own. (See her front and back and both of Argo’s sides.)

Gabrielle chewing Xena out, Xena being bummed about it, and Argo being surprised. X’D

1.03 Dreamworker

This got me good. Gabrielle does Xena’s war cry so well here that I really thought it was Xena for a few seconds. Realizing it was GabbyWabs only made me chuckle more because she apparently can’t do it when it really counts in “The Greater Good.”

Argo NOT being on Team Gabrielle. XD (Their feud is a little funny to me.)

1.04 Cradle of Hope

Xena tossing aside her sword after killing Nemos. Extras even dance and celebrate right on top of it! Wut thuh?

I decided to avoid mentioning Hope in the FFLM because Xena’s quote here is more ironic than comedic, and Gabrielle’s little face is just so sad, but I didn’t want to let it pass by entirely unremarked upon. At least GW gets to show off her oracle skills again? :’)

1.05 The Path Not Taken

So, Xena and Gabrielle walk into a bar… Heh. No, but really, they enter this tavern for the first time ever, yet the bartender not only knows what they want, he knows that they’re coming and has their drinks waiting for them too. All Xena has to do is knock on the counter and nod to get her fire-breath alcohol/oil, and Gabrielle barely has the word “cider” out of her mouth before the guy hands it to her. Xena, like me, is duly amazed.

Lucy, through Xena, making another timely anti-peanut statement. I just didn’t want to do the same thing twice back-to-back in the FFLM. X)

1.06 The Reckoning

Gabrielle thinking along the same lines Xena and I did about this poor excuse for a judge.

Me not being well-versed in ancient Greek heroes and picturing the fool who Draco killed so handily in the first episode. heh

1.07 The Titans

I’ll let Xena explain this one. …Mostly. I can’t believe Gabrielle not only sassed the Titans such that she unashamedly put Xena and Phyleus in danger too, but also kinda got this (admittedly awful) town demolished and didn’t lift a finger to actually help anyone in the temple. Tsk tsk. XP

So… Hyperion here can smash homes and businesses that were probably well-built and reinforced and all, but he can’t get his hand out of a stocks-cuff that was made in a single evening with scraps from those destroyed buildings. He also, inexplicably, has no use of his left hand or the power-breath that he used to knock Gabrielle over. Okie. XD

1.08 Prometheus

Is this really a thing? I was giggling quite a bit in disbelief that severed windpipes can heal. Like, perforated is one thing; completely bisected? Yeah, I don’t think so.

Gabrielle being incredulous upon learning that Xena has other friends, realizing what the warrior princess means, and then wondering if that could be her one day. 

   1.09 Death in Chains

Gabrielle enjoying watching Xena kill someone for the first time, then quickly realizing that fact. Whoops.

I found this moment really odd and then kind of hilarious. This poor dying old woman begs for water and goes ignored not only by the hospice workers, but also Talus and Gabrielle. Then Talus decides to be helpful. Gabrielle goes to the woman and lets her talk a lot (undoubtedly drying her mouth and throat even more), hears that Xena might be in danger, and then just… leaves. Talus goes with her, not having gotten water from the well after all. What a couple of jerks! XD

1.10 Hooves & Harlots

I really don’t know why Gabrielle kept making this face as Terreis died, but it tickled my funny bone too. So, I provided alternate subs to go with it. [Did you notice how she kind of cringes when Terreis tries to hold her hand and then just lets the Amazon flop once she’s died, flinging her hand aside like, “Ew, get it off me!”? What was that all about? X”) Hm… maybe she has an aversion to dying people, and that’s why she abandoned the old lady last episode?]

Gabrielle being a smart aleck, just like me, because Phantes’s complaint here is so ludicrous. But then you see the close-up of little hoofies in cuffs too, and, if you’re anything like me too, kinda just topple over laughing. The poor actual horse they did this to, though, man! What even?

Gosh, this episode was chockfull of hilarity, eh? Why did this happen? Gabby, take it away!

1.11 The Black Wolf

I laughed at this too. But now I wonder. Is Xerxes related to Caesar and/or connected to Rome or something? Because Xena does this twice around them too. In “When in Rome,” she jokes that the two guards lost playing tag with her, and in “A Good Day” she informs Pompey that if there were more guards hiding around their meeting space, then she would have had more helmets. heh Oh, Xenie. I think I know why Gabrielle’s turning out to be such a little punk ...or vice versa? Is Gabrielle actually a bit of a bad influence on Xena? XP

So, this fight just struck me as really odd. Xena passes her sword to Flora though she (Xena) needs to battle the big boss of the episode, and… actually, is totally right. The king throws a single wide-ass punch, waits while Xena kicks the guy behind her a few times, lets himself get kicked in the face a couple of times, and then comes at her with a little piece of chain, presumably from the restraints that were intended to keep Flora in place during her execution. Sir, you have a sword! A giant sword, right there on your hip! What are you doing? Then, when Xena kicks him a final time and sends him flying, his (supposed-to-be) metal armor is no match for the splintered wood of the axe she broke earlier. …Okie. XD XD XD   *gif below*

Xena once again leaves her chakram somewhere. …And I am now imagining this being part of Gabrielle’s maid duties: the poor kid has to go find Xena’s weapons each night and bring them back to her. I’m especially imaging the fluffball hilariously, adorably struggling to get the chakram out of things like this wall, as she did with Xena’s sword in the tree stump in “Dreamworker,” but more parallel to the floor. Cuuuute! XD

This plus this 

*pic + GIF below*:

1.12 Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts

This scene too really made me wonder, though amused as well. Why is Gabrielle so surprised that the only city nearby, that they were headed to, is the one they find? Is she really being that loud? Is Xena goofing around with the bootlaces question? Why startle Gabrielle and then yank her into enemy territory screaming, when what you want is quiet? What’s with the trapdoor-spider soldiers? Xena’s pose throwing the chakram. XD Gabrielle mostly featherlight dance-y moves through the battlefield. XD XD XD Why is it that when Xena tells Gabrielle to stick right behind her, Gabrielle disappears? And what was with the bucket-sitting soldier? Gabrielle is like, “Oh; no, thank you!” when she sees him and turns tail. Then Xena ...follows her. “We’re goin’ this way! Now we’re goin’ that way!” But they still end up dead-ahead from where they burst out of the bushes. XD That was ridiculous and nonsensical, and I’m very confused but had lots of fun. heheheh  *gif below* [ETA: Darn! The original file was too big, so I had to remake the GIF and cut quite a few things out. :( Sorry]

Xena’s outta-nowhere crusade to emasculate Deiphobus coming full-circle. What was that all about?

Welp, I hope you had as much fun as I originally and then later did. Not so much in the middle with the collage-and-GIF-making and editing and redoing, but; y’know. XD Wouldn’t trade it for …Hm… Nevermind. LOL

If you missed any of the FFLMs, then please click on the corresponding number-links below. :D

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[moldychocc]

saccharine | a seccolata playlist

pronouns and stuff are adjusted x)   [ the link is  h e r e  ]

saccharine — jazmin bean: everything you do/ i'm obsessed with you/i don't mean to scare/ but you're just so cute/ every move you make/ you're fucking sweeter than a cake/i wanna cut you up/ and put you in my oven just to bake/ this shit is scaring me/ the thought of caring/ for anyone makes me want to scream/ looking at you makes me wanna/ gouge out my eyes/ bloody surprise/ like cherry pie/ will you be mine?/ saccharine, feeling kind of sick vomit in my teeth/ i don't want this responsibility

baby eyes — green day: they say my middle name is danger/ the guy you keep away from strangers / i’m out of control/ oh baby when i see your pretty face/ god rest your fucking soul/ 'cause baby, baby I was born to kill

prescription — mindless self indulgence: i'm the doctor, i'm the patient/ don't forget that, it's important/ if ya love me, like i love me/ everybody will be sorry

nine inch nails — closer: i broke apart my insides/ help me/ i've got no soul to sell/ i wanna fuck you like an animal/ i wanna feel you from the inside/ my whole existence is flawed/ you get me closer to god

fuck time — green day: take a look into my eyes/ i wanna hold you 'til you're paralyzed/ oh baby, baby, it's fuck time/ you know i really want to make you mine

dna — little mix: no scientist or biology/ it’s only natural that i'm so affected/ and my heart won't beat again/ if i can't feel him in my veins/ no need to question, i already know/ it's in his dna

turn me on — nicki minaj: doctor, doctor, need you back home/ doctor doctor, where you at? give me something/i need your love, i need your loving/ you got that kind of medicine that keeps me coming

the dismemberment song — blue kid: hold still, my sweet/ i'm trying to measure the space between your molar and your jaw/ this caliper– no cause for fear/ no, it... it doesn't hurt/ it only helps me measure how much skin you have

can’t decide — scissor sisters: i can't decide/ whether you should live or die/ you'll probably go to heaven/ please don't hang your head and cry/ no wonder why/ my heart feels dead inside/ it's cold and hard and petrified/ lock the doors and close the blinds/ we're going for a ride

culling of the fold — the decemberists: cut him up boy/ he's a wicked disgrace/ and he said it to your face/ you better cut him up boy/ take him by the teeth/ get him down on his knees/ with your hands all shaking

what do they know? — mindless self indulgence: beat me up/ beat me down/ mess me up/ beyond all recognition/ for what it's worth/ i'd do it again/ with no consequence/ i will do it again

adrenalize — in this moment: i must confess i'm addicted to this/ shove your kiss straight through my chest/ i can't deny, i'd die without this/ make me feel like a god

love buzz —  shocking blue: would you believe me when i tell you/ you're the king of my heart/ please don't deceive me when I hurt you/ just ain't the way it seems

cascade — siouxsie and the banshees: the air was shining/ shining like a wedding ring/ barbed like sex/ i felt ten thousand volts/ my chest was full of eels/ pushing through my usual skin/ i opened up new wounds/ pouting, shouting

tear you apart — she wants revenge: he wanted her and this was bad/ he wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy/ now a little crush turned into a like/ and now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell her/ i want to hold you close/ skin pressed against me tight/ lie still, and close your eyes, boy/ i want to fucking tear you apart

drain you — nirvana: i don't care what you think unless it is about me/ it is now my duty to completely drain you/ chew my meat for you/ pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss/ from my mouth to yours/ i like you

touch — lights fade low: no one will stain you/ no one will pain you/ i'll keep you clean until my end/ no one will hurt you/ the way that i hurt you/ nothing will feel the same again

polly — nirvana: i think she wants some water/ to put out the blowtorch / let me clip your dirty wings/ let me take a ride, cut yourself/ want some help, please myself

qual — xmal deutschland: deine qual ist meine lust/ meine liebe ist dein tod/ nachts wenn du schläfst bin ich lebendig/ mein tag ist deine dämmerung/ meine wiege ist dein grab

clown — switchblade symphony: crying loud, you are crawling on the floor/ just a beautiful baby/ you're nothing more/ close your eyes/ you are crawling into sleep/ i swear i won't break you/ if you let me take you/ where the willows never weep

church of no return — Christian death: in the beginning there was sinning/ and in the end, well, let's pretend/ blessed is the fruit i dare you/ to take another bite of it/ and somehow i think you will/ in spite of it

bloody mary — lady gaga: love is just a history that they may prove/ and when you're gone/ i'll tell them my religion's you

spiritual cramp — christian death: crosses burn your temples on slaughter avenue/ it takes too much time to say 'i refuse'/ time is digging graves for the chosen few/ children dig graves for me and you/ describe the illness i'll prescribe the cure

cavity - first communion — christian death: nailing you to the wall/ nailing you to the spanish mystic/ i sit and hold hands with myself/ i sit and make love to myself/ i've got blood on my hands/ i've got blood on your hands

where did you sleep last night — nirvana: my boy, my boy, don't lie to me/ tell me where did you sleep last night

lithium — nirvana: i'm so happy/ 'cause today I found my friends/ they're in my head/ and i'm not scared, light my candles/ in a daze 'cause i've found god/ i like it, i'm not gonna crack/ i miss you, i'm not gonna crack/ i love you, i'm not gonna crack/ i killed you, i'm not gonna crack

carpe diem — green day: carpe diem, a battle cry/ are we all too young to die?/ making a living/ making a killing/ what's worth forgiving?

dirty rotten bastards — green day: calling all the demons, this is the season/ next stop is therapy/ we're the retarded and the brokenhearted/ the season of misery/ gonna take it further/ get away with murder/ and no one here is getting out alive

witness — mindless self indulgence (yes, unironically. no, i’m not writing down the lyrics.)

brain stew — green day: my mind is set on overdrive/ the clock is laughing in my face/ a crooked spine, my senses dulled/ passed the point of delirium/ on my own, here we go

minority — green day (my big cio song!!): i pledge allegiance to the underworld/ a face in the crowd unsung, against the mold/ without a doubt singled out the only way I know/ 'cause I want to be the minority/ i don't need your authority/ down with the moral majority

dr. feelgood — mötley crüe (dealer cio dealer cio dealer cio): i've got one thing you'll understand/ he’s not what you'd call a glamorous man/ got one thing that's easily understood/ he’s the one they call dr. feelgood

ich will — rammstein: ich will dass du mir vertraut/ ich will dass du mir glaubt/ ich will deine blicke spüren/ ich will jeden herzschlag kontrollieren/ ich will deine phantasie/ ich will deine energie/ ich will deine hände sehen/ ich will in beifall untergehen

gimme chocolate — babymetal: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

candy candy — kyary pamy pamyu (see above)

body — mother mother: take my eyes, take them aside/ take my face, and desecrate/ my arms and legs/ they get in the way

spellbound — siouxsie and the banshees: from the cradle bars/ comes a beckoning voice/ it sends you spinning/ you have no choice/ following the footsteps/ of a rag doll dance/ spellbound

someone’s in the wolf — queens of the stone age: he steps between the trees, a crooked man/ there's blood on the blade/ don't take his hand/ tempt the fates, beware the smile/ it hides all the teeth, my dear/ what's behind them/ so glad you could stay/ forever

gutter glitter — switchblade symphony: iridescent eyes, of the seahorse rise/ treasure he loves, others despise/ braceletes of silver adorn my wrists/ candy kissed from sugar lips

l’insetto — hiroshima mon amour: io voglio il cuore, io voglio il sangue/ voglio bruciare, voglio uscire/ io voglio andare dove mi porta la coscienza/ di essere un insetto/ voglio fuggire, voglio tornare/ é sempre il tempo per sognare/ ed ai miei occhi un fiore è differente/ un insetto è differente dagli occhi di un insetto

a day — clan of xymox: where are you/ when i am needing you… so far away/ i think you're the most important to me to me/ my sunken footsteps put themselves on/ through this gallery of deceased

restless heart syndrome — green day: i've got a really bad disease/ it's got me begging on my hands and knees/ so, take me to emergency/ 'cause something seems to be missing/ i'm elated, medicated/ lord knows i've tried to find a way/ to run away/ you’d be surprised what I endure

wallflower — switchblade symphony: something is happening underneath the ground/ for he’s been waiting to bloom/ thinking and wondering/ of his climb up to the sun/ “let me grow… the soil, it strangles me”

[enigma-im]

Where’s My Mate?

Rating: General Relationship: Werewolf X Female!Human Warning: Fluff, disorientation, waking up after surgery, hospital, fighting doctors, comfort

Word Count: 1512

based on this line from this story: “Talk to him, touch him, let him smell you. We seek our mates when we’re injured-”

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I stare down at my phone as I walk through the hospital hall. Swiping through the few text messages I got from friends and family asking about Eli. I respond to everyone saying he was currently recovering from surgery. As I get closer to his room I hear a loud ruckus. Sound of people yelling and metal items being thrown to the floor. I don’t pay it much mind till I realize where it's coming from.   "Eli, you need to lay down, you are going to pull your stitches," I hear someone shout. I bolt down the hall to his door. I look into the room seeing a few nurses and a doctor cornering Eli. He is half shifted and snarling at the poor staff. His hair is long and he is mostly covered in fur. His hands are clawed and ready to attack.

"Sir, it's ok we are here to help," one of the nurses tries to placate. It does nothing more than make my husband snarls and snaps at the worker.   "Jesus, where is his wife? Maybe she can calm him down," the doctor shouts. Before I could answer Eli snaps his head over to me. He meets my gaze and my heart weeps at the fear in his eyes. He looks from me to the doctors, baring his teeth and grabbing to the walls. He looks over at me again, then looking around the room to figure a way over.   "Hey, Eli," I catch everyone's attention. I glance at the staff then step forward.   "Hello, your husband seems to be a bit disoriented. Do you mind trying to comfort him," one of the nurses asks softly. A drastic change from their panicked voices earlier. I nod then look over at Eli, walking over to him slowly. Not wanting to startle him I keep my moves slow.  He watches me but his eyes keep turning back to the nurses and doctors.   "Hey, you know me right," I ask as I stop just out of his reach," won't hurt me right?" he looks at me then down at my hands. He glances at the medical workers as he takes tentative steps forward.   Before I could react he grabs my wrist and jerks me towards him. I yelp as I'm cradled to his chest. I hear the people behind me gasp and try to step forward. As they do Eli snarls, wrapping his arms tighter around me.   "I'm fine, we are fine," I shout to them," Just don’t come any closer." after a moment of no one moving, Eli calms a bit. He keeps his eyes on the others in the room while nuzzling into my neck. Taking a deep breath I can feel some of his tension leave. He rubs his nose further into my neck, licking just below my jaw.   "AH, Eli. That tickles," I giggle as I push his head away. Behind him, I can see his tail wagging, hitting against the wall as he does. I push against his forehead trying to lodge him off me. It does no good. Switching tactics I grab his ear and pull him back. This works as he leans back. When I see his face I laugh at his tongue sticking out his panting mouth.   "You dork," I grin. I let go of his ear and pet over his soft hair. "You need to get back in bed before you break something important," I cup his face with my other hand. He closes his mouth and rubs his face into my palm. Licking my wrist as he takes in my scent. "You are too adorable," I mumble.   I drop my hands to his dismay and try to weasel out his tight hold. He holds strong, looking concerned at my escape attempt.   "Don’t look at me like that, I'm not trying to get away," I pat his chest. I reach down and untwine his hands from behind me. He reluctantly does as I wish, not without staring at me curiously. I move his hands to my hip then walk backwards towards the hospital bed. He follows but not without sending multiple glances to the others.   I hit the back of my legs against the bed. Awkwardly I crawl into the bed, dragging him along. He follows like a good boy he is. I crawl off the other side and try to force him to lay down. He lays down when my hand pushes against his chest. When I try to remove it he holds me still with his large hand. Whimpering to me when I try to move away.   "Alright, ill be right here," I step closer to the bed. I lean over near his head and rest mine near his. He watches with worried tension. Seeming to calm when I stay near him.   "Ok guys, he is fine," I look over at them," did you need something?" The doctor steps forward, Eli growls, the doctor steps back.   "Just checking up on him but when I got too close he woke up. He tried to attack the nurse, then snapped his jaw at me. I don’t think he knows where he is at, so if you like we can sedate him again, hopefully he will be more lucid when he wakes," the doctor explains.   I nod," alright, how do you plan on doing that?" They look at each other, perhaps waiting for someone to volunteer. I roll my eyes at the scared workers, "I will keep him distracted and one of you do what you got to do. He won't hurt any of you if I'm here." they accept the plan, choosing one of the nurses to be the sacrificial lamb.   They round the bed and as they get closer Eli bares his teeth. He tightens his hold on me, keeping me close and safe. His wolf wanting to keep his mate unharmed.   "Eli, it's ok, look at me," I turn his head towards me. He follows but his eyes try to stay fixed on the threat. "Eli, who's my big strong mate," I coo. He looks to me and grins. "Yes, you are my good mate," I kiss his head," doing such a good job keeping me safe." he snuggles his face to my chest, his tail thumping against the mattress. I mouth to the nurse to come forward as I pet along Eli's back. "I love you so much Eli, you are my lovely mate," I kiss near his ear. I jump when I feel him lick down my shirt. Nuzzling so his face is in my cleavage. "Eli, now is not the time" I mumble near his ear. He growls at my words but keeps licking.   As he is distracted the nurse readies the shot. Quickly they come over and shove the needle into Eli's neck. Eli shoots up, hitting his head to my chin. He turns over and snarls at the nurse. Swiping his claws to them as the nurse backs up. I grab onto his shoulder and turn him back to me. He puts up a fight but he slowly becomes sluggish. He turns to me and rests his head to my chest again. His eyes twitch and fight to stay open.   "It's ok, go to sleep baby. I'll be here when you wake up," I whisper to him, petting his cheek. Soon his eyes close for good and his fur begins to recede. His ears return to normal and his tail goes away. Once his breathing levels out I let go. I back away from the bed and turn towards the others.   "He's asleep now," I tell them the obvious.   "Alright, press the button above the bed when he wakes back up," the brave nurse nods. I nod back and soon everyone else funnels out the room. Leaving us alone.   I look over at the sleeping Eli. I feel bad for not being here when he first woke, he must have been so scared. I know he was scared, I saw it in his eyes. I reach out and pet some hair out of his face. Then cupping his jaw, feeling his beard tickle against my palm.   "I'm sorry babe," I mumble. I drop my hand and go to turn around to sit in one of the chairs. Before my hand could get out of reach he grabs me. I turn quickly and nearly yelp when he drags me into his bed. I'm pulled to his chest and wrapped in his strong arms. I look up expecting to see his green eyes but they are still closed. I huff at the impossible man and instead snuggle into his chest. Getting comfortable against him. I close my eyes and rest my head to his chest. Before I could fall asleep I feel him nuzzle to my head, inhaling deeply before purring.   "Aw," I coo to myself. He will never hear the end of this when he wakes up. I giggle as I think about telling him everything he did. I soon fall asleep safe in my mate's arms.

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[reifromrfa]

Fluffweek: Day 3 | Holiday

Sorry these came late ToT I lost my internet access 2 weeks ago and until now it’s still glitchy ;;;

For day 3, I wanted to do a different holiday from the usual ones (Christmas, Vday, etc) and this fic turned out differently than what I had planned, but I like how it unfolded  (＾▽＾) I hope you guys like it too!

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Found | Saeyoung x MC 

"One...two..."

You run through the park and scan the nearby trees and benches for a place to hide

"Three...four..."

You look behind you but keep running, the sing-song voice growing fainter by the minute

You spot an empty tent and slip inside, quickly spotting an large chest overflowing with costumes in the corner

Carefully, you slip behind it, bend down, pull your knees to your chest and clamp a hand over your nose and mouth to silence your breathing

"I'll be safe here!"

For a few minutes, there's only silence

The only sound you hear is your own heartbeat, pounding against your chest

Then, from outside comes a shrill shriek

Followed by another

The screams are coming closer and you're too nervous to even swallow

When the screams stop, you grow more nervous

......

"Is it over...?"

You're not sure what to do --should you go out? Should you stay?

As you're thinking that, you hear shuffling by the entrance to the tent

A shaft of light enters as the cloth is lifted, followed by the shadow of a man

You tense and try to make yourself smaller

"Don't come here...please don't come here."

You feel as though your nerves are going to overwhelm you, your senses heightened as you listen to his footsteps moving around the room

"Hello~ Anyone here? I wonder if there's a little bunny hiding in here..."

You shut your eyes as the footsteps come closer to where you're hiding...

...and then it passes by you

"Hmm...I could've sworn someone would use this place as a hiding place."

The footsteps retreat back to the entrance and you hear the cloth being lifted

You remain silent for a few more heartbeats, then lower your hands and let out the breath you were holding

"Oh my God...that was terrifying. I should stay here for a bit more, just to be--"

A shadow falls over you

With a gasp, you look up and see a wide grin

"Hello, little bunny."

You squeal and drop to the floor as he reaches for you, crawling out from the behind the chest and running around the tent, trying to get to the exit

He's too fast though --one minute, he's lying on his belly on top of the chest and the next, he's jumps up and makes a beeline for you

Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him

"You can't run away from me~"

His lips press a kiss to your ear and you feel your face getting warm

"I told you I'd find you, didn't I? No matter where you are, 606."

You laugh and turn your head, meeting Saeyoung's puckered lips

You're both laughing through the kiss, lips moving against each other's, Saeyoung pulling you closer, pressing your body to his

But when you feel his tongue tracing your lower lip, you abruptly pull away, face burning

"Saeyoung! Not here!" you say in an exclaimed whisper, flustered

He continues laughing and turns you so you're facing him

"But MC, I missed you. I was going crazy looking for you!"

You shake your head, giggling

"Mr Seven-oh-Seven! As "it" for this round of hide and seek, your mission was to look for the children! Not me!"

"Ohoho~ But I already found all the children! It's the prized bunny I needed to find..."

He takes your chin in his hands and smirks

His voice drops to a low, seductive whisper

"...and now that I've found you, I'm ready for my prize."

He leans closer, eyes closing

But you put a finger to his forehead and push him back

"Nope! Sorry, Saeyoung, but no more kisses until after the party~"

He gasps and makes horrified noises

"Uuuueegghhh nooo!!! 606, don't torture me like this!"

You break away from his hold and beckon for him to follow

"Come, let's go back to the kids."

As you're walking out of the tent, you feel yourself being lifted off the ground and slung over his shoulder, being carried around as Saeyoung runs through the park

You can't help but let out a cry and grip the back of his shirt, taken completely by surprise

"Saeyoung!"

You don't know whether you should be laughing or scolding him

But when you hear his laughter, your heart melts

And you laugh along with him

Your fiance's impulsive nature will never cease to surprise you or make you smile

So even though you're hanging upside down on his back

A grown woman

The party coordinator of the RFA

You're grinning like a lovesick teenager and laughing to your heart's content

"MC, huff huff, did you gain some weight?"

"Hey!" You lightly tap the back of his thigh

"It's because you keep feeding me those Honey Buddha Chips..."

"Which you LOVE." Saeyoung snickers

"Yes, I do love them."

"But you love me the most, don't you, my space princess?"

You pretend to mull it over

Saeyoung stops jogging and cranes his neck

"MC? Why are you quiet!"

"Because I might love HBC more than you, Saeyoung..."

You're giggling at his shocked reactions

Until you feel his fingers on the back of your knees

Moving up your thigh

Your eyes widen and you suck in a breath

"Saeyoung! Of course I love you more than HBC!"

In your panic, you sort of...scream that statement

And Jumin, who happens to be passing by with V, arches an eyebrow

"I should hope so, MC. You're marrying him, after all." Jumin tells you

V, walking beside Jumin taking photos of the event, laughs lightly

"Saeyoung, please put MC down." V says

Your fiance kneels and helps you to stand and you're covering your red face

Saeyoung is laughing out loud but before he can stand...

"There he is! Get him!"

You take away your hands from your face just as a bunch of children run towards Saeyoung

Your eyes widen as they let out battle cries and, unable to stop their momentum, tumble into the redhead

They fall onto the grass, Saeyoung making sure none of the kids hit their heads on the ground

"Aaaack! Noooo, MC, save me!" Saeyoung is grinning he cradles one kid in his arms, letting another kid use his arm as a pillow, while another lies on top of him, fingers forming a gun

"Pew pew pew! Psssshhh I caught the wolf who's after noona!"

Saeyoung makes choked noises

"Ohhh the tragedy! My dastardly dastard plans to eat the cute bunny has been foiled by the heroes of Seoul! Noooooooooooooo!"

V is laughing as he takes shots of the scene, and you move to stand beside him, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much

But how can you not?

Looking at Saeyoung like this, happy and carefree

Hearing his laugh, a true and sincere laugh

Your heart feels full, brimming with warmth and happiness

You swallow your tears

His happiness is your happiness

And you couldn't ask for anything more than that toothy grin, that contagious chuckle

"I've always dreamed of this day."

You turn to V, who's stopped taking photos to look down at Saeyoung, now being tickled by the children

"The day when Saeyoung can finally laugh like this." V turns to you

"He's always been the one to cheer us up in the chatroom but...I knew of the burdens in his heart. Now though..."

V looks ahead of him and grins and you follow his gaze

Saeran walks towards you, munching on the cone of his ice cream

"...now the both of them are free. Now, they can be happy."

You lay a hand on V's arm

"And you too, V. It's because of you that they're together, that they're both free. Don't forget that."

A sheepish look appears on V's face but he nods and you both watch as a scowl appears on Saeran's face the closer he gets to the tangled mess of bodies on the grass

The scowl turns to horror when he notices his brother's mischievous smile

Saeran takes a step back

Until a little girl scrambles to her feet and stands in front of Saeran, arms outstretched to her sides

"Saeran-oppa...don't worry! I won't let the bad villain take you! I'll protect you!" the girl exclaims

"Oh?! What's this! My twin brother has a heroine protecting him! Guuuuuuh I'm so jealous!"

Saeran's expression softens and he reaches out a hand to stroke the girl's hair

"Thank you...but don't let that villain near you."

"AAAAAAACK! CRITICAL HIT! My heart can't stand this! Saeran used Brotherly Love and it's super effective!"

Saeran glares at him

"That wasn't brotherly love, that was-"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! IT'S EXTREME BROTHERLY LOVE! Everyone, I won't make it...looks like you defeated...me today! But I'll come back!! Tomorroooooow...." Saeyoung drags out his voice in a comedic fade and the kids all cheer and laugh around him

Saeran shakes his head but you see a smile forming on his lips

The music around the park fades and you hear people clapping by the stage

"V, it's time for your speech." Jumin says and the two excuse themselves

Jaehee arrives with volunteers and they usher the kids to a designated area

You stand with the twins under a tree, watching V take his place in the center

"Good afternoon, everyone, and thank you for coming to this year's Children's Day Fundraising Party. The RFA is proud to host this and we're grateful for everyone who came to celebrate with us this year.

Children are the greatest gifts to mankind. In every child is a beautiful flower that's waiting to bloom and bring beauty to the world. They bring a spark to this world that we should help nurture so that one day, they will shine and make the world a brighter place."

Saeyoung puts an arm around you and pulls you closer to him, slinging another arm around Saeran's shoulders

"...it must not be an easy job, being a parent. I, myself, am not a parent but..."

V looks to where the twins are standing

"I can imagine how scary it must be to be responsible for such small yet amazing individuals. You will stumble along the way, but I suppose that's part of being a parent. Still, taking care of your children and shaping them to become the best versions of themselves that they can be is already a great accomplishment. Children, please give your parents a big round of applause and don't forget to thank them and give them a hug."

You clap along with the rest of the crowd, proud to be part of this event, this organization

You see the twins' eyes scanning the parents in the crowd, some carrying their kids on their shoulders or holding them in a hug

You can't imagine what they must have gone through when they were younger...

...but now that you've found each other, the three of you will take care of your little family

Not just that, you also have the whole RFA as your family

And you're determined to build a better future with your loved ones and bring more smiles to their faces

"Kids, cherish your parents. With each passing day, each of you will grow taller and older but the same goes for your parents. So now, enjoy every moment with them and make sure to remind them how much you love them."

Somewhere in the crowd, Jumin gives his father (who came to support his son's event and because C&R is a big sponsor) a smile and a small nod

Yoosung turns red when his mother kisses him on the cheek, but he puts an arm around his mother and leans his head on her shoulder, putting a hand on his father's shoulder

The actor, though surrounded by fans, breaks away from the crowd to go to his parents

Even though their relationship is still a little rocky, both ends are trying to make amends and reach out to each other

Worriedly, you look for Jaehee but your lips curl up when you see she has an arm around a woman's waist, laying her head on the woman's shoulder

You glance at the twins, opening your mouth to say something when a shadow looms over the three of you

Suddenly, a hand lands on each of the twin's red mops, pushing their heads down

"Ya! I've been lookin' for you two everywhere."

You snicker as Vanderwood glares the back of their heads

"Guuuuuh...it's Madam Vanderwood! Saeran, quick, on 'cheese', we'll make a run for it!"

Saeran gives his brother a glare too

"Cheese?"

Saeyoung winks at you and holds your hand, grasping Saeran's hand too

Meanwhile, Vanderwood seethes behind you

"You three have been fucking slacking! Isn't this your damn organization? I needed help handing out those damn juice boxes to the kids. Do you know how wild they get when they see some cold juices after playing soccer?"

"Ya, Saeyoung, are you still listenin-"

"CHEESE!"

You're laughing as Saeyoung propels forward at full speed, pulling you and Saeran along with him

You can hear Vanderwood cussing and then chasing after you guys

As you draw nearer to Yoosung, you see him looking at you curiously before he springs into action and runs after you guys

Zen watches Saeyoung's shenanigans and shakes his head, approaching Jaehee

He bows and offers a hand to her

"May I escort you to the stage, Jaehee?"

Jumin excuses himself as well, walking to the stage casually

V's still in the middle of his speech when he spots his beloved members making their way to him

He can't help but laugh

"To the little ones, keep dreaming and continue painting our world with your beautiful hues. You can do anything you put your mind to but if you ever feel lost and in need of help, don't forget that your parents, your family are always there for you."

Jumin puts a hand on his best friend's shoulder and smiles

Followed by Zen and a blushing Jaehee

Then a breathless Yoosung

Vanderwood stands awkwardly with the rest of the RFA, but in his eyes is a peace and happiness you've only recently began to recognize

Saeyoung pulls you closer to him and you hear Saeran scoff

Your space captain's grin only grows wider

"I love you, MC," he whispers

You're still a little breathless but you giggle

"I love you too, Saeyoung."

He leans closer and says in a low voice into your ear:

"Let's make babies when we get home."

Your face is tomato red as Saeyoung chuckles and straightens, putting an arm around Saeran again and beaming at the crowd

V takes a step forward

"From the RFA, my beloved family, to your families..."

V bows deeply to the guests and the rest of you follow suit

"Thank you and Happy Children's Day."

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immmm baaack. prompt 1 with Wolffe x an army volunteer reader who has amnesia after a head injury? before she was injured she was one of few who treated him like any other human/alien species (😂) and he wants to return the favor by taking care of her. and she slowly gets her memories back?

Thanks @catchmewiththelosers for this request! I hope that you like it and that everyone else enjoys it! Jajaj I laughed at the human and alien species thing

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summary: wolffe helps with the memory loss of someone very important to him.

pairings: wolffe x reader

prompt: Please don’t leave me. I’m a work in progress but I’m trying.

warning: uh none lil but of angst nothing much muajaja

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(Requests are open for the clones! Send some prompts!)

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“Who are you?”

Clone Commander Wolffe remembers that question clearly when you said it. He could not believe it, how could you be in this situation?

The explanation is quite...simple. You see, you volunteered to work with the GAR. You became a data analyst for the 104th battalion when you got accepted.

The Wolfpack had been extremely pleased with their data analyst; always saving you from danger and making you feel welcomed. You could say that they were your home. Until one day, you got caught in the mists of a battle.

“I must tell them” you said lowly as you rewatched the footage on your datapad. The Wolfpack has been sent straight into a trap and you found out about it. They left you behind on the transport, to keep you safe just how they put it.

You exit the transport and began hiking towards the pack. “Commander? Boost? Comet?” You called into your comm trying to reach the clones but no avail. The noise of blasters being shot alarmed you.

You ran through the muddy field until you caught the clone troopers. The droids managed to get to them first, unleashing a fight amongst the peaceful planet which you were visiting. It was supposed to be a simple supply relief mission yet it turned out to be the opposite.

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Everything happened way too fast for you to comprehend, a commando droid advanced towards Wolffe who was crouched checking on a young child caught in this battle.

You couldn’t stand and let it happen. So you ran for it, getting in between the trooper and the commander. The droid stopped and looked at you, chucking you like a rag doll. You landed a couple of feet away from Wolffe.

A noise like static filled your eardrums, you did not feel anything. Although from the static you could hear Wolffe barking orders to the men. Something about getting help and finishing off the droids. You can’t quite pin point what is going on, one minute you were defending Wolffe and the other you couldn’t move for your life.

You felt yourself being cradled by someone, you lost focused. As you fell into darkness, Wolffe panicked. He stood up quickly, “call an evac!” He barked at Boost who hurried off to do what his commander ordered.

Wolffe walked back to the transport with you in his arms, he held you closed. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, cy’are” he mumbled only for him to hear. As the LAAT/I begins its journey back to the cruiser, Wolffe stares at your unconscious form wishing for you to wake up and reassure him that everything will be fine.

***

When the Wolfpack arrived to the Resolute instantly you were taken from Wolffe’s arms and onto a gurney. Kix made sure you were rushed into the medbay. “What happened?” He questioned checking you on the hangar. “Commando droid got to her” mumbles Comet looking down dejected. Kix stared at your unconscious form and took you away to the medbay. The pack watched as the nurses took their favorite data analyst away.

“She’s a fighter” assured Boost laying a hand on Wolffe’s shoulder plate. He could not shrug the fear in his bones. Just by seeing the droid throw you away and you on the floor unmoving, his world crumbled. You did that for him, to safe him and you did safe him but at what cost. He just hoped that for your sake and his own, you woke up.

***

It has been five days since you had been taken down to the medbay. Kix has been making every single thing to wake you up. Nothing worked and the poor clone medic was going to lose it. Wolffe on the other hand already lost it, he came by every day and today was no different.

He did not understood how he still managed to keep himself composed, after all, most of his brothers knew for your love story yet it was hard to believe. The big bad wolf of the 104th with a data analyst, what a scandal.

Wolffe enters the medbay and Kix is the first to greet him rather frantic. “She’s awake” he announces walking towards your room with Wolffe on tow.

“Is she ok?” asks the Commander rather anxiously as he fiddled with his gloved hands. Way out of character for him yet he couldn’t help it.

Wolffe suddenly remembers the first time that he met you, before entering the room to see you.

***

You seemed lost. It was your first day as the 104th battalion’s data analyst and you were already late to meet the General and the Commander. As you panicked, a clone in blue and white armor assured you.

“May I help you?” He asked and you nodded rather quick.

“Yes! I have to get to General Plo and Commander Wolffe” you announced looking around the hangar. “Let me escort you to the deck” the trooper replied leading the way.

“Thank you” you smiled softly at the clone who nodded back at you. “I’m Kix, ma’am” he spoke falling in step with you. “I’m Y/N, please no formalities, Kix” you replied at the clone.

Kix led you to the bridge where Commander Wolffe awaited your arrival. “General, are we sure we can trust this analyst?” He questioned looking at the holotable which held new intel for you to decode.

He expected a shiny or a damned droid yet he did not expected a young civvie volunteer. You entered with Kix, giggling at something that he said. The Commander locked his gaze with you, his glare pierced your soul.

“This is it, thats Commander Wolffe right there and General Plo” Kix pointed at the duo standing around the table.

“I am sorry that I am late, General Plo, I got lost and Kix here helped me get here” you explained embarrassed already on your first day with the GAR.

“It is quite alright, Miss Y/N, right?” The Jedi spoke smoothly almost with a calming tone which narrowed down your anxiety. You nodded shaking his hand, you turned towards the Commander and shook his hand as well. “Pleasure to meet you, sir” you spoke staring at Wolffe, he stood baffled. Your kind tone threw him off guard.

Since that first day, Wolffe managed to welcome you into the Wolfpack. Everyone loved you, they always put you first. Keeping you out of harms way.

The Commander fell for you, you were the only person who treated him like a human being aside from General Plo. Your kindness and sweet nature drew him in and since then he knew that his heart belonged only to you. You managed to win his love over anything in the galaxy.

***

The Commander blinked a couple of times as Kix motioned him to enter. You sat up rather quickly when Kix entered. The clone medic smiled at you softly as he checked his datapad. Kix started talking to you, checking your vitals and finally to ask you some standard questions.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N”

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“Um...no?”

“Ok...” frowned Kix as he checked the brain scans in his datapad. Everything appears to be normal leading him to a dead end as to why you did not seem to remember.

“Y/N, could you tell me what’s my name?”

“I-I don’t know you sir, I’m sorry” you answered sincerely wringing your hands.

“What about him?” Kix asks pointing towards Wolffe who stood at the end of your bed.

You stared at the man, the first thing that you notice is his cybernetic eye and his honey colored eye. You thought hard yet you could not put a name to his face. “Who are you?” you spoke rather defeated.

Kix gulps nervously at the scene, Wolffe could only close his eyes and breathe. A cold wave embalmed him as the hairs rose on the back of his neck and his mouth ran dry. You can’t remember him at all. This was not supposed to happen, he says to himself.

“Give us a moment” Kix mutters motioning for Wolffe to follow him.

“I need you to calm down” he says and Wolffe grunts looking at the floor. “She has amnesia” the medic says in a somber tone. “She doesn’t remember anything from here” Kix presses staring at Wolffe.

“Is there any procedure you can do?” Wolffe asks searching on Kix’s gaze. The medic looks away defeated, he knew that amnesia could only be solved with patience and helping the patient and if not, they would not remember.

“No, She can be discharged today. You must help her. Take her to the hangar, show her around, anything that may trigger her memories” Kix says giving Wolffe the instructions in order to gain his best friend’s memory.

***

You have been discharged for an entire week and nothing has prevailed. You still were blank as new datapad with nothing to remember, just your name and where you came from. You learned that the man aside from your medic is Wolffe. He is your commander and you work as a volunteer in the GAR.

You also met the rest of the Wolfpack once again, their hearts broke when they saw their analyst all lost and confused. Nevertheless they searched for ways to help you get better. Although, Wolffe slowly lost hope that week. You could not pin point anything correctly and he was running out of patience.

Wolffe stood right in front of your door, like every day since you have been discharged. He knocks, you greet him with that damn smile that managed to capture his heart.

“Good morning Commander” you chirp exiting your room completely and standing fully beside Wolffe. He nods briefly and takes off, today it’s not a good day for him. He needed you to remember, he could not bring himself to stand every day without kissing you or holding you like he usually does before this whole mess.

After going into the mess hall and grabbing food portions, clones greeted you, even the Jedi greeted you yet nothing seemed to triggered your memories.

Wolffe stopped abruptly causing you to clash against his back. Clumsy as always, Wolffe thinks as he turns around to meet your confused gaze.

“What’s the matter?” you questioned searching for an explanation.

“Who am I?” He says slowly and you looked him quizzically.

“Commander Wolffe” you answer since that is what you had learned the past week.

“No Y/N! Who am I to you?” He questions again narrowing his gaze right at you. “I’m sorry...” you croak and your voice cracked at the realization that you do not remember him at all.

Wolffe takes a deep breathe and let it out.

“Y/N we are a couple, we have been for over a year now. I first met you onboard of the Resolute when you came in late with Kix because you got kriffing lost on your way to the command center. You were the first person aside from General Plo to treat me like a real human being. Please, I know you’re in there” Wolffe says dejected looking at you, he’s never felt more scared than now. Just by the fact that you might not remember everything you have gone through with him.

He leans down as you take in all the information, thinking of just one thing. He searches your eyes for permission and you grant it. Then your lips match with his, they mold as if they were made for each other.

Suddenly wisps of memories begin to flood your mind. You and Kix laughing at some of the 501st boys. Boost and Comet helping you prank Wolffe. Going to General Plo for consulting personal matters. Most of all Wolffe and his undying love for you.

A sharp intake escapes your lips, you pull away from Wolffe as you stared at him. He crosses his fingers mentally.

“Y/N?” He waka cradling your face on the middle of the cruiser’s hallway.

“Wolffe? Please don’t leave me. I’m a work in progress but I’m trying.” You cry latching onto the man you just remembered. As you sob he shushes you, hugging you tightly.

“I won’t leave you cy’are, I love you” he answers loud enough for you to hear. Wolffe holds you for a huge amount of time basking in the glory that his small burst out actually helped you.

The man would go through anything for you and he showed it by staying by your side and accepting your even with your memory gone at the beginning.

***

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.69

Never had Keith gone about an investigation the way Lance did. The Pidge was strong in his boyfriend, as was the “teacher” vibe. Coloured Markers, corflute boards, budget printer print-out photos of Lotor and his gang, contrasting against the photos of the crime scenes that Shiro had fetched for them. Curtis’s idea of supplies hadn’t been up to Lance’s standards, so Lance had done some online shopping then picked up the order, as well as far too many snacks. Keith kind of thought it was over kill. His boyfriend’s room wasn’t big enough for everything, as it was Keith was squashed between Shiro and Curtis on Lance’s bed. Blue was smacking marker lids across the floor, jumping out to knock down a new marker each time one was taken away from her. Kosmo was snoring on the bed, he’d tried pulling one of Lance’s pillows apart, a sock sacrificed to keep the puppy busy.

Pacing back and forth, they’d lost Lance in the crime scene files. Lance was processing, pausing to ask the occasional question as he read, and drank from the bag of blood he’d tucked into his top pocket. Keith worried that Lance shouldn’t be on his feet, but he couldn’t point that out. His boyfriend was so busy pacing that he shouldn’t notice each time Shiro dug his elbow into Keith’s ribs, or Curtis passed over a snack, he’d fix them with a stare for a moment, before going back to reading. For a team briefing, the three of them were useless, all they could do it wait... awkwardly. Keith wanted to pull Lance into his lap and tell him to rest. He felt like maybe this was too much. That maybe he’d put too much pressure on Lance and Lance wasn’t actually reading the documents before him, and was actually procrastinating breaking up with him because he’d known he’d eaten literal trash. He hadn’t told him he’d nearly ended up a vampires dinner and that was how Shiro had found him.

Shiro caved first. For all his patience, his brother could be pretty impatient

“Lance, are you going to talk to us?”

“We have been”

Keith sucked his lips in to hide his smile. It’d been a while since Lance used that line on him

“No, you’ve been asking questions and making a hole in the floor”

“Ahhh, but we did talk, did we not. I think I want to see the bodies? Can I see the bodies?”

That wasn’t what Keith expected. Lance was gentle and piece loving person... a dead body kind of stuck with you... as did the smell

“Hold up. Why don’t you tell us what you’re thinking first?”

“I’m thinking that this was an amateur... No. someone trying hard to look like one. We know they’re not human, a human couldn’t take on a wolf like this. Each of them had to be lured. A vampire and a wolf is difficult, we’ve got egos. Even a lowly vampire has an ego. Top quality blood is a myth, selling dodgy blood to pick a fight is a possibility. We’ve all gotta eat and bad blood is bad for everyone involved... but you guys have already thought of all this...”

Keith tried not to stare at Lance. His boyfriend might be a lawyer, but he’d make a hell of a teacher too. He just had that aura about him right now. Tall, shoulders back, the way Keith kind of felt like a kid again...

“I don’t think Coran would give us access. There’s autopsy reports...”

“Yeah, but there’s some things you can’t get a from a photo. Scent, size, that kind of thing... that’s okay. It was just an idea, any scents probably wore off by now. Do we know how long Lotor’s been here?”

“From talking to him, about a month. Do you think he’s involved?”

Lance raised an eyebrow

“He’s not the killer. Can you imagine him messing up his dress shoes with a lowly vampires blood? He’d probably be insulted at the thought, and make them scrub his shoes clean before they expired. If he’s behind it, he would have sent a minion. You can Google up a thousand pages on how to kill a vampire. Nah. Not him. Axca is thinking of turning on him. She’s not happy and you can see it. She’s probably been pushed to the outside, there’s a difference between her and Lotor. Narti clearly lets her ego get the better of her. Ezor and Zethrid are dating. I’d say that’s pretty much the pecking order”

Shiro let out a whistle as he crossed his arms. Kosmo thought he was wanted as he started nosing between the pair of them, his nap interrupted. Shifting enough, his pup climbed into his arms

“You haven’t even met them”

“Don’t need to. Can we go to the park? Where the werewolf and vamp was found?”

“Why?”

“I want to take a look around?”

Lance stated it like it was obvious

“We searched...”

“I wanna get a feel for it. Use these spooky vampire senses on mine”

Lance wiggled his fingers, Shiro bringing up a hand to cover his face

“This isn’t a joke”

“No, if it was a joke, it’d be Professor Plum with a candlestick in the sewers”

Keith didn’t get the reference, but it made Curtis laugh. Looking at him, Lance sighed

“Babe, it’s from Cluedo. Shiro, how could you have not played Cluedo with him?”

Because they weren’t really board game people?

“Don’t look at me”

“I am looking at you. Fiiiiine. Can we at least do drivebys?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying to understand? How else am I supposed to help?”

“You’re not a hunter...”

Lance waved his hand at Shiro, like he was shooing him

“Hunter, smunter. You sound like Keith. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told him, you’ve got a team of supernatural people around you who want to help. We don’t know shit on SmallDick, only that I want to punch him and he’s Zarkon’s dog who’s hear to bring back the prodigal son. Blah. Shiro, you should totally talk to Matt and Rieva. Rieva said some pretty concerning things about Honerva being on the nuts side. Out of everywhere in the damn world... Nope. Never mind, Allura is pretty unforgettable, though Lotor has rocks in his head if he thinks she’ll be wooed so easily”

Shiro leaned in, loudly whispering

“He does this a lot, doesn’t he?”

“Yep. He didn’t warn you, but anyone judgmental gets punched in the dick and sent out into to hall”

Lance cleared his throat, reaching over, he plucked up a piece of paper from in front of his laptop

“Excuse you, you heathens. I made a sign”

He had indeed. “Free Dick Punches For Judgemental Douches”. Keith tried not to laugh. The orange writing in very neat cursive that didn’t look threatening at all. Especially not when there was a smiley face in yellow at the bottom of the page. Curtis raised his hand, Lance pointing at him

“What?”

“You’re not going to keep everything about the investigation in here, are you?”

Lance shrugged

“Why not?”

“Because we still need to fit Coran, Allura, Matt and Rieva in here”

Lance opened his mouth and closed it. Only Curtis was brave enough to point that out

“Curtis has a point. We can’t uninclude them”

“We’re not. We were just... ugh. I don’t want to leave everything upstairs where anyone could see it. We need a secret headquarters”

Lance had gone slightly crazy. Pidge’s kind of crazy. Talking too fast, thoughts a million miles an hour, crazy. They were literally inside a kind of secret headquarters. His boyfriend had used up too much of brain and needed to calm down

“Babe... You’re talking really fast again. No more permanent markers, or whiteboard markers. Curtis is right. We have a conference room for a reason. I like that you wanted me to feel safe, but if we’re going to be a team, we need everyone’s opinions”

Lance frowned at him, crossing his arms

“You didn’t raise you hand”

Shiro elbowed his side

“Yeah, Keith. You have to raise your hand”

He was not being teased by the pair of them. He didn’t sign up for that

“Fuck off. Lance and I will go to the park, while you two move all this stuff to the conference room. Or maybe ask Coran if there’s a storeroom we can use. We’re likely to be laughed at by the Blades for Lance’s use of colour if any of them saw this”

Lance looked scandalised

“My use of colour is on point. I’m not afraid to punch them in the dicks”

God. Okay. Lance needed out before Shiro started pointing out the flaws in his plan... like some members not having dicks. Standing up, Keith moved to take Lance’s hand as he cradled Kosmo against his chest with his busted hand

“Babe, we’re going. You know we talked about this”

Lance stumbled, lightly resisting being tugged along

“I knooooow, but every time I think about them hurting your feelings I want to hit them... and it makes me more determined to work this out without them”

He’d encountered determined Lance before... Determined Lance could definitely be determined, but Keith was briefinged out

“And we will... just... after we take a break and get some fresh air. I think your high or something”

Lance pulled out of his hold, crossing his arms again

“I’m not “high or something”. I’m Lance, and I think you’re fine...”

Oh lord... Now Shiro was chuckling at Lance’s dad joke. Curtis pointed out

“Keith’s right. You have grown more animated”

Lance frowned down at his pocket, pulling the bag out, he sniffed at it

“I think the blood is super fresh. When it’s really fresh or I’ve drunk too much, it’s all buzzy and my ego gets huge. Am I being weird? I feel like I’m being weird”

Lance was always kind of weird

“Yes, babe. You’re being weird. Now we’re going to take a walk and then we’re going to go for a drive”

“If we’re going for a drive, we need my keys. Our precious fur son is not going on that bike of yours”

Keith took a deep breath, before slowly releasing it. Fresh blood was like caffeine for Lance... Too much “caffeine” meant too much “ego”. Too much “ego” meant a Lance acting without thinking. He’d take Lance and Kosmo to the park, where hopefully Lance would burn off some energy...