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disasterousduo · 4 months ago

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The Pirate’s Fairytale

Ch. 1 Meeting a Pirate

Sunny’s view

I wake up with a yawn as I look at my clock, 7 am. Getting out of bed, I check the calendar, looking at the date.

July 16….

July 16!

Me and Moon’s birthday!

I rush out of my room, and immediately bump into someone.

When I look up, I see Eclipse glaring down at me, “Watch where you’re going dork.”

Before I could say anything, he picks me up with his tentacles, then leaves.

As I watch him leave, I mutter angrily to myself, then remember I forgot to say it was my birthday. Then I think, ‘of course he knew! He’s my brother! My taller, younger brother…’

As I continue to walk, I see Solar and Moon talking. I hear someone behind me, turn around, and see Earth.

“Hey Ear-“ I wave at her

She runs over to Moon and gives him a big hug, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOON!”

I look over at them, slowly putting my hand down, my heart slightly breaking. ‘Maybe she didn’t see me?’ I think, slightly feeling better.

Feeling more people push past me, I see all my siblings wishing Moon a happy birthday… what about me?

As I hear someone clear their throat, I look behind me and see Trashcan Man.

“Hey Trashcan!” I smile kindly at him.

“I have a name you know.” I hear him angrily grumble, but before I can say anything, he grabs me, “You need to continue your lesson, let’s go.” And drags me along.

Later

“Stupid royal lessons.” I mutter angrily and annoyed, “How come I have to do them, but no one else does?! I don’t even want to be stupid king. Why’d I have to be born first?! I always have to have it hard!”

As I continue to swim in the ocean and make coral crowns, I see a ship. Going above the water to it to check it out, I suddenly get caught in a net.

I struggle to break free from the net, only to hear, "Ye ain't human!"

Looking around at who said that, only to look down to see a short fox. Looking at the ships flag, I see it’s a pirate ship.

I reply uncomfortably, “Can you get me out of here? And who are you?”

The fox "Or a lass!" He looks more surprised.

‘Girl? I’m not a girl!’

Foxy’s view

Monty throws a bucket and mop across the deck, “Start cleaning fox!”

I glance at Freddy, who's busy cleanin' the cannons. "What's got the captain so riled up?" I ask.

“We’ve gotten no treasure for a whole week, and the crews getting hungry, especially since we have kids in the ship.”

"Ye've got to feel sorry for the captain…"

“I DONT PAY YOU TO CHIT CHAT! START WORKING!” Monty yells from his captain office.

I begin swabbin' the decks when somethin' colorful catches me eye in the water. Curious, I take a closer look and realize it's a head. Quickly, I grab the net and haul the person aboard.

When I get 'er to eye level, I see she ain't human, but a beautiful mermaid, maybe a siren? She was mostly yellow, with some red stripes on her tail and arms, her eyes were blue and orange, and she had a red amulet of some kind, not to mention a flower crown of some kind?

"Ye ain't human!" I gasp.

‘Whatever she be, she's a beauty. I could probably sell 'er for a tidy sum of gold.’

She starts to look uncomfortable as she asks, “Can you get me out of here? And who are you?”

I look surprised as I hear this, she didn’t sound like a lass, but she he looks like a lass!

“Or a lass!" I blurt out.

She He looks as angry as a stormy sea as I speak. Yet, he seems uneasy, not the type to cause real harm.

Glancing around to ensure no one's watching, finding Freddy long gone, I snatch the net. Dragging him to the ship's deck, I set him free.

He flops onto the floor face-first. I snicker quietly as he glares at me. But then, noticing his shivering, I offer him my coat.

He chirps in gratitude, or so I think. Looking around, he starts transforming into a humanoid shape.

"You can do that?" I inquire.

He nods and chirps something.

"I can't understand a word you're sayin'," I admit.

He grumbles, glancing at his hand and miming writing with the other.

"You need paper?" I ask.

He nods vigorously and chirrs. Hurrying to my quarters, I fetch a notebook and return swiftly. Handing him the paper, he begins to write something. Once done, he hands it back to me.

“I need clothes, also my names Sun. What’s yours new friend?”

"Friend? Well, this is gettin' awkward now," I mutter under me breath, considerin' I was plannin' to sell him earlier.

"My name's Foxy, and I got some clothes in me room. Come on," I say, leading Sun to me quarters to find him some gear. After he picks out a white shirt and a red skirt that fit him, we settle on me bed and start askin' each other questions—well, I ask 'em, and he scribbles his responses.

"What were ye doin' near our ship?" I inquire, loungin' on me bunk.

“I had been swimming by, and saw the ship. I was curious about it, I’ve only ever read about ships before.” Sun writes, staring at me.

"How come ye can write English but not speak it?" I ask, gazing at him curiously.

“I was taught to write English by my father.” He looks away glaring at the wall.

"I could give ye a tour of the ship if ye want," I offer, trying to change the subject.

He looks at me with stars in his eyes, chirring excitedly and giving me a hug.

I chuckle softly at his enthusiasm. Suddenly, I hear someone barging in just as Sun places his flower crown on me.

Monty yells as he fixes his gaze on me, “WHY ISNT THE FLOORS CLEAN?! AND WTF YOU HAVE ON YOUR HEAD?!” Then he glances at Sun and starts to calm down a bit. “And who is this fine young lady you have with you?” He asks, kissing his hand.

I glance at Sun, noticing his annoyed expression.

Giggling softly, I watch as he quickly scribbles something in his notebook. “I’m a boy, kind sir.”

Monty stares at him for a moment, then shrugs, “Fine with me ether way.” He replies, looking confused at me for why he wrote it down.

Before anyone else can say a word, or in Sun's case, write anything else, I interject, "Sun has amnesia. He's forgotten everything except his name."

“Even how to talk?”

"Aye, even how to talk. Found him in the water like this, and I'd be keen to lend a hand, if that's fine with you," I say earnestly, giving Monty pleading eyes. Sun looks at me, then turns to Monty with the same imploring gaze.

“Ok.. ok, fine, he can stay, BUT! He has to help around the ship. And Foxy,” He looks at me intently, “You’ll be talking care of him.”

We give a thumbs up as he leaves me room. Gods, what did I get myself signed up for?

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segara-asa · 23 days ago

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A Year With Me Can't Possibly Explain Everything

Every day, you only see a small piece of the puzzle that makes up who I am. Like a book with endless pages, I’m full of surprises and mysteries, just waiting to be discovered.

Every day, you only see a small piece of the puzzle that makes up who I am. Like a book with endless pages, I’m full of surprises and mysteries, just waiting to be discovered

Spending time with me is like peeling back the layers of an endlessly intriguing mystery. You might think you’ve got me figured out, but each day brings a new revelation, a new facet of my character that surprises even those closest to me. I’m often told there’s a depth to me that’s hard to fully grasp in a short time; like a book with infinite pages, each chapter of my life offers a glimpse into the diverse traits that make me uniquely captivating.

I thrive on passion and intensity. Whether I’m diving into my latest interest or standing up for what I believe in, I bring a fiery enthusiasm that can light up any room. This zeal isn’t just for show—it’s a genuine burst of energy that draws people to me, making me a natural focal point in social settings. My friends say that being around me is like catching a spark; it’s almost impossible not to feel energized and inspired.

Yet, there’s also a calm, grounding presence to my personality. When things get hectic, I’m the rock that people turn to for stability. This blend of dynamism and steadiness makes me a confidant and leader in equal measure. It’s this balance that often leaves people wondering how someone can be both a whirlwind and a haven of peace at the same time.

Beyond the energy and stability, there’s an allure to my persona that’s hard to pin down. I’ve got a magnetic charm that seems to draw secrets out of the most reserved individuals. It’s not just about charisma; there’s an empathetic understanding and a readiness to listen that makes people feel safe and valued in my presence. This ability to connect on a deeper level is something I cherish—it transforms everyday interactions into meaningful connections.

Navigating a year or even a lifetime with me promises a journey of continuous discovery. Just when you think you’ve seen all my layers, I’ll surprise you with something new, reminding everyone that I am a complex tapestry of traits, each more intriguing than the last. So, here’s to the adventures and insights yet to come—with me, you’re in for an extraordinary ride.

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However, my vibrant tapestry isn’t without its darker threads. My passion, while often infectious, can sometimes overwhelm both myself and those around me. When I dive deep into my pursuits or causes, I can become so engrossed that I might unintentionally steamroll others’ opinions or feelings. This intensity, though born from genuine enthusiasm, can sometimes lead to burnout or moments of unintended insensitivity.

And while my ability to be a rock for others is one of my strengths, it also comes with its own set of challenges. I often take on the problems of others, shouldering burdens that aren’t mine to bear. This can leave me feeling drained, yet I struggle to set boundaries, fearing I might let someone down. My desire to be everyone’s anchor can sometimes mean I neglect my own needs, wading through emotional waters that are meant for calmer shores.

My magnetic charm, too, has its pitfalls. The very allure that draws people to me can also create a façade that I find hard to drop. Being seen as a confidant and a charismatic figure means that I’m often placed on a pedestal, high and lonely. People sometimes forget that behind the captivating presence lies a person with doubts and vulnerabilities, who isn’t always the sage or the life of the party.

In acknowledging these flaws and challenges, I embrace the full spectrum of my being. Each weakness, each flaw, and each “beautiful red flag” is a stroke of color that adds depth to my character. Recognizing these aspects isn’t just about admitting faults—it’s about understanding that even the quirkiest parts of our personalities contribute to who we are. Embracing my entire self, shadows and all, is a journey just as important as celebrating my strengths. As we move forward, let’s remember that growth comes from recognizing all parts of ourselves, turning the beautiful red flags into markers that guide us toward our true paths.

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So, why not take the chance to really get to know me? When the planets align and their energies favor us, I can be truly amazing, and you’ll feel that energy just by being around me. During these times, my presence can feel like a vibrant festival of light and joy. But, like the cosmos, I have phases where the stars dim and my darker, more enigmatic side emerges. These moments may seem challenging and perplexing, yet if you dare to look closer, you’ll see blazing stars hidden within the shadows.

Getting to know me is not a straightforward path. It’s a journey through layers and complexities, through stories untold and facets unseen. Due to my impulsive nature and my ability to keep secrets, I might come across as an open book one moment and a sealed vault the next. There are too many tales to unfold in just a year; our adventure together will reveal more with each passing day. It’s like exploring universe after universe—I’m all in, ready to be there, everywhere, and anywhere, whether I’m in my pajamas, doing everything or nothing at all. Confusing, right? But that’s just part of the ride.

I invite you to dive into this journey with me. Understand that while I might sometimes drift into my own world, I am always anchored here with you. Each moment with me can be a discovery, a new star in our shared galaxy. If you’re willing to navigate the complex orbits of my world, you’ll find that the celestial dance we perform together is uniquely beautiful and profoundly rewarding.

Let’s embrace the chaos and the calm, the light and the dark. Get to know me—not just in fleeting moments but in all the continuous ebb and flow of life’s tides. Together, we can explore the vast expanses of not just who I am, but also who we can become together. Laugh with me, journey with me, and let’s see where this cosmic adventure leads. You get it, right? Haha, here’s to hoping we find the rhythm in the beautiful madness of it all.

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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Just The Way You Are

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: Anon…tysm for helping me out of my brain fart and suggesting/requesting this concept. I may or may not have cried (more like bawled) while writing this one. I love it sm and I feel like it’s perfect bc it’s so relatable for so many, so I hope you like it bby🥺!! and I just realized that this is my last full post of 2020 which is absolutely insane…enjoy🙃

What you saw in the mirror was always a struggle for you. You were heavy in the chest, your hips were wide, you had chub in places where you didn’t want chub, and you had an endless supply of thighs. For the longest time you’d been in the never ending battle with your weight and with your figure. For years, you struggled to lose weight and slim down, trying your hardest to fit into the mold and standard of beauty that was placed before you. You tried so many of the fad diets you’d found on the internet and countless workout routines that were supposedly going to give you that instant gratification and the appearance you were chasing after.

But at the end of it all, you got nothing. In fact, you came out with less than what you came in with. The only thing that came out of those efforts was even more disappointment in yourself. And the disappointment and dissatisfaction that came from those efforts was just a portion of the mountain of disdain and sadness that was already growing inside of you towards yourself. There were so many times where you just wanted to give up on it all. You felt like you’d never be seen as beautiful by yourself or by anyone else. You felt like there was absolutely no hope and that you weren’t going to be able to be loved by anyone because of your outward appearance. You felt stuck.

And you felt stuck for a while. You went back and forth between fighting to get out of this state and just letting it be that way for who knows how long. You went on and on in this cycle until you became tired of being that way. It became exhausting. You’d reached your lowest point, you were drained. You realized that you couldn’t stay like this forever, nor were you going to allow yourself to stay like this anymore. So you pulled yourself up and you came up with a way to get yourself up. Even though it probably wasn’t the best mindset to have, you came to the resolve that if you couldn’t change it and if you weren’t going to be accepted and loved by anyone on the basis of your looks, you might as well accept and love yourself the way you were. And believe it or not, that pessimistic yet strangely optimistic mindset actually got you to a much better place. Sure you still had your insecurities about the way you looked and sure your heart sunk a little bit when you looked in the mirror, but you were feeling better than before and that’s all you cared about. You weren’t completely over the hill in regards to the negative feelings towards yourself but you definitely made progress and that’s all that mattered to you. You were finally feeling better.

And you only got better. After making it to the point of feeling a bit better about yourself, you met Harry. He managed to shower you with all the love and affection you never thought you’d ever receive from someone. Even though you were strong in your convictions when it came to finding any type of approval in a man, you couldn’t resist Harry. He was an absolute dream. Along with loving you and your body, he was everything you could’ve wanted in a partner. There was no other way to describe it, he was just amazing and you didn’t want to let him go, nor were you planning to. You didn’t even entertain the thought. You held onto him and you enjoyed the pure bliss that came from being together. The both of you were completely head over heels for each other. And as you and Harry’s relationship grew, you blossomed. You became confident in yourself and you were able to stop putting yourself down. You’d reached the better place you were desperately searching for all this time. You were happy. This time, it wasn’t a facade that you were putting up to disguise your true and beyond negative feelings. You were truly happy.

But with all good things of course, they either come to an end or come at a price. And being with Harry came at a price. You and Harry tried your best to keep your relationship away from the prying eyes that were constantly surrounding him. But you could only do but so much with that. It wasn’t that long before everyone found out who you were and made things a bit harder for you. After a little over nine months into your relationship with Harry, you began noticing an all around influx in your social media’s along with the press in general. Your picture was everywhere and there were so many people who were taking and interest in you and talking about you. You knew it came with the territory of dating someone who had an enormous amount of fame the way Harry did, but it was still very foreign and it was something that you weren’t prepared for. There were so many comments that made you happy and feel better about the situation. They were so happy to see you dating Harry, especially since you were very different from the women he’s dated and has been associated with in the past. Seeing those things always melted your heart and made you feel so good inside.

But for some reason, the bad always crept in and overshadowed the good that was being brought your way. Along with an influx in positives, there was an influx in the negatives with the main target being your appearance. You tried to block it out and not focus on the negative, but those feelings that Harry was able to break through in the beginning came creeping back. Harry tried to console you in any way possible given the fact that you had talked to him a little bit about your past struggles. He took the time to remind you that you were desirable and that you were beautiful and that he loved you. Now while you were still down about what was being said about you, Harry’s words definitely provided comfort to you and made the situation tolerable. They didn’t miraculously change your thinking on the matter, but Harry’s words were able to stop you from going into the dark place you were in before which was what you needed at the time. Since everything was coming down onto you all at once, that was exactly what you needed. And eventually, with Harry’s help, you were able to make it through that incredibly intense time.

Not too long after the news broke about your relationship, you and Harry celebrated your one year anniversary together, the both of you were beyond ecstatic about the milestone and your lives together going forward. The both of you were so happy to be together and so happy to have made it through the hell that was the past three months following the revealing of guys’ relationship. As you two continued on together, the negativity still came your way though. You tried your best to block it all out and keep moving forward to the best of your abilities but you weren’t able to let it all roll off you back. Some of it stayed with you, prompting you to just spring into action. Because you had so many people talking about you and your appearance, picking you apart at every turn, you were became determined to make them shut up. And the only way you knew how to do that was by going to work out with Harry. You figured that if you were able to do what he was doing, you’d be able to transform and as a result get them all to shut up and leave you alone.

So you gave Harry the lame excuse of wanting to accomplish the health goal you had set for yourself which marked the beginning of your anxiety and stress filled workout journey. Harry bought right into that positive notion too, completely ready and willing to help you accomplish your goal and completely oblivious to your true motives towards wanting to start working out with him. From that point on, the two of you got up early at the same time five days a week to work out. It was incredibly hard for you to do but you were beyond motivated to shut everyone up and go back to having that peace you once had within yourself.

You just wanted it all to stop.

Now while you were extremely determined to workout, Harry began noticing some things that prompted red flags to go up in his head. The main and number one thing that got his attention was your excessiveness in regards to working out. After helping you get accustomed to working out the way he did and on the schedule he did it, you ran with it and never stopped. You began working out all the time, making your schedule seven days a week and sometimes twice a day. You were pushing yourself so hard and he was worried about you. He knew that you struggled with your confidence and body image so he didn’t want to discourage you. But he didn’t want you to hurt yourself either, nor did he want you to feel like you had to work out and change yourself for him or anyone for that matter. He knew that something had to be done and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

He decided to step in and do it all this morning. Normally it’d be an off day but since you were on seven days a week, you were getting up early to head downstairs to the gym. As you were moving to sit up, Harry tightened his grip around you, keeping your body down on the bed and against him.

“Harry, you have to let me go.” You whisper back to him, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip.

“No I don’t, you deserve a rest day anyways.” He mumbles back to you through a yawn, beginning to fully wake up as well.

“I need to do this babe, I don’t be long.” You try and reason with him, still trying to release his grip from around you.

“Okay fine, but can we please talk before you go down?” He bargains, even though he had no intention of letting you go down there.

“Sure.” You agree, stopping your attempts to free yourself from his grip.

“Thanks baby.” He hums before unwrapping his arm from around you and sitting up in the bed to almost hover over your body. “So what’s going on?” He asks calmly yet bluntly.

“What do you mean?” You reply back to him with a puzzled look spread across your face to match your response.

“You’ve been working out so much recently and it’s becoming a bit concerning sweets. I want you to reach your goal, I really do! I just want you to be healthy about it.” He softly points out to you, bringing his hand down to your cheek.

“I’m fine Harry. I really want to reach this goal so I’m doing everything I possibly can.” You attempt to justify your actions over the past weeks, trying to steady your breathing a bit as well as you adjust to the touchy subject at hand.

“Well I understand that and I’m so proud of you for going at this with that determination, I really am. It’s just that I don’t want you to be doing this because of all the things going around online.” He explains, his voice filled with worry and concern. “I know it’s hard, but if you’re doing this, you should be doing this for you baby. That’s it.” He adds.

When he says this, your heart sinks. You weren’t doing this for you. And you didn’t want him to find out your actual reasons for working out seven days a week and practically killing yourself because if he did, which he ultimately was, it was going to crush him. And the last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you. You could see all the worry and concern painted all over his face and you hated it. You hated it so much that you began to cry, not being able to hold back the tears that were already bubbling up in your eyes.

“Oh my-baby please talk to me!” He begs, wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes.

“It’s just so hard Harry. I’ve never had this many people coming at me about the way I looked. The only people I had to worry about before with this were myself and anyone I came in contact with. But now it’s everyone and it’s too much. I just want them all to shut up and leave me alone.” You rush out through your tears, completely breaking down below him.

“I’m so sorry baby.”

“The only reason why I’m working out so much and trying so hard to get through it all is because I love you so so much. I can’t go back to that dark place anymore, I just wanna stay out here in the light and happiness with you. It’s just so hard when you have so many people coming at you all at once and it makes you want to just give in so that you can have peace.” You sob. When Harry hears this, his heart breaks into a million pieces. He was assuming full responsibility for this. He felt like if it wasn’t for him entering your life, you wouldn’t be completely broken before him right now.

“I’m so sorry that you’re going through all of this baby. It’s all my fault and I feel horrible for even putting you in this position.” Harry sighs, feeling tears beginning to form in his eyes as well.

“But it’s not-“

“It is my fault.” He quickly interjects. “You’re going through this torture because of me and I’m so so sorry. I love you so much baby and I wish that I could just end all of this for you.” He whimpers, feeling the hot tears streaming down his face.

“I love you too Harry. And it’s not your fault.” You reiterate, making it clear that you didn’t blame him for any of this.

“I just need you to remember that I love you so much. I love all of you so much.” He says firmly to you, locking his eyes with yours to really reach you. He couldn’t stress how beautiful you were in his eyes enough. You were absolutely amazing to him and he just wanted to touch and admire you all the time if he could. He wanted to constantly shower you with all the love and affection you deserved. He wanted the girl he loved to know that she was absolutely stunning and that he couldn’t get enough of her. He needed you to know that. It was so important to him that you know how beautiful you were.

And he planned on making sure you knew just how beautiful you were. He quickly wipes his face before pulling your legs apart and moving in between them.

“Harry what are you doing?” You ask at his sudden movements.

“Shh, just let me love on you baby.” He coos down to you before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is soft but filled with passion. You could feel it radiating off of Harry and down onto you. As he continues to kiss your lips, you feel his hands glide down your body, tugging up at hem of the shirt you slept in. Keeping his lips on yours, he pulls it up your body detaching his mouth when he pulls the shirt off of your body, leaving you in just your panties below him. “You are so beautiful.” He admires, taking in your pretty much naked body. Everywhere he looked he found something that he loved. There was no part of you that he hated. In fact, anything you hated, he loved.

Without wasting anymore time, Harry jumps right into his praising session so to speak. He starts at your lips, leaving you one final kiss before leaving a trail of kisses down the lower portion of your face and neck, going all the way down and stopping at your chest. He brings his hands up to your ample breasts and he cups both of them in his hands. He then lifts his head up a bit to lock eyes with you.

“I love these so much. They’re so pretty and they fit perfectly in my hands.” He whispers, bringing his mouth to one of your breasts and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. He then begins to suck on you, using his hands to squeeze wherever he couldn’t have his mouth. As he did this, your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth hung open, allowing little moans to escape as you enjoyed the physical and emotional pleasure you were receiving from Harry. Even though it was just the beginning, you knew what he was doing because he’d done it many times before. And every time he did it, you had the same reaction. You were in a completely blissful state and you felt loved every single time. Those feelings were only intensified since you and Harry talked and you really expressed what you were going through. And now that you let all of that out, you felt lighter and you were so ready to feel good again. Harry then removes his mouth from your breast and latches onto the other, doing the exact same thing as before. Squeezing your flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sucked on the other. He continues on like this a little longer before moving down your body.

“I love this tummy of yours.” He hums delightedly, leaving kisses all over the area, making sure to leave kisses along your sides as well, nipping at your chub every once in a while too. “Can’t wait to put out baby in here.” Harry hums, enjoying the idea of having a baby with you.

“Oh my goodness Harry!” You chuckle through your labored breaths.

“You’d look so pretty, maybe even prettier than you already are if that’s even possible.” He praises, smoothing his hand across your empty stomach. Harry then moves on to the next part of your body.

“I love these hips.” He groans biting into and kissing the flesh of your hips. “Love grabbin’ them when I fuck you. So good.” He sighs, thinking back on the times he’s pushed into you. He then moves even lower. He begins to leave kisses along the side bands of your panties, bringing his mouth closer and closer to where your need was mounting. But instead of going there, he keeps going down and stops at your thighs.

“I don’t know if I told you this, but I’m in love with your thighs. Like they’re absolutely delicious and amazing.” He rambles up to your before biting into one of them, squeezing the other as he did this. Harry loved how fleshy your thighs were. He couldn’t get enough of how they quaked and jiggled when he fucked into you. They were so soft and plushy, how could Harry possibly resist them?! Once he’s done loving on your thighs, Harry lifts himself up so that he’s kneeling between your legs before quickly pulling you onto your side to give your ass a couple swats, causing you to yelp out to him from how it stung. “I didn’t forget about your ass either baby, I love pulling it apart and having my face buried in it.” He says before pushing you back into your original position below him.

“And now to the last stop.” He announces, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before tugging them down, lifting your legs up to fully pull them off. He tosses them to the side and spreads your legs for him, revealing your soft and puffy center. “I love your pussy. It’s magical if m’being completely honest. It’s all puffy and warm and sticky. It’s just the best. Feels amazing around my cock and it tastes amazing on my tongue.” He heavily praises before going in. He could see that you were already dripping so he knew that it wouldn’t take long at all to make you let go in his mouth.

With his mouth on you, Harry licks a wide stripe up your folds, pushing his tongue into you. When he does this, your hands go straight to his hair and your thighs begin to close a little around his head, prompting Harry to moan a little and rut his now hard cock against the bed. Even though this was all about you, Harry couldn’t stop himself from getting hard. In fact, he got hard because it was about you. Anything you did had the power to turn him on. He was constantly getting hard because of you. In fact, as he licked into you, Harry was rutting his hips down into the bed to relieve some of the pressure in his cock. All Harry wanted was to be wrapped up in you all the time. Just like now, Harry was eating you like his life depended on it as your thighs were wrapped around his head. While you were in heaven, Harry was in heaven as well. As he continued on, your were absolutely losing it too. His mouth felt absolutely amazing on you. You were already buzzing from the way he practically worshiped your body so now that he was full on eating you, you were incredibly close to letting go.

“Feels so good!” You moan out to him, feeling a warmth spreading throughout your body. “Think m’gonna cum.” You pant, tightening your grip on him. To push you right over the edge, Harry moves his tongue up from your entrance and just sucks on your buzzing clit. This does the trick perfectly. As you let go, Harry could feel himself getting closer to his own release so he continues to push himself back and forth against the bed.

Once you’re all done and your body goes limp, Harry leaves a kiss to your clit along with a kiss to each of your thighs, both of your hips, your stomach, and both of your breasts before stopping at your face.

“I love you.” You hum lazily, still recovering from your release.

“I love you too baby.” Harry hums with a little chuckle, enjoying how tired out you are. “I love you just the way you are. I know it’s hard for you and I’m incredibly sorry for that. But we’ll get through it, right lovie?”

“Mhm!” You mumble happily.

“That’s right, and no more excessive workouts. If you wanna do some extra workouts, let me know so that we can have sex instead.” He proposes happily.

“Can we “work out” some more then?” You breathe out.

“I’d love that.

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remedialpotions · 4 years ago

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Off The Train

Thanks to @mertronus for tagging me in the HPRomione Discord Popcorn game thingy! The prompt she gave me was: "I can finally see you."

I'm tagging @acnelli with the prompt: "You can't just keep pretending things are fine!"

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”I can’t wait until you get off that train,” says Ron, his voice low and lazy with fatigue, “and I can finally see you.”

Hermione shifts in her bed so she’s lying on her side, mirror held out before her. This way, she can pretend - if she squints a bit, and ignores the crimson hangings of her four-poster bed - that he’s lying next to her, and not hundreds of miles away in London.

“What do you mean, ‘finally’?” Hermione, too, keeps her voice quiet. It won’t do, in her final days as Head Girl, to be waking her dormmates. “You’re looking at me right now.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same. I can see you, but I can’t touch you, or...” The corner of Ron’s mouth twitches up into a crooked smile. “Or do anything else for that matter.”

“Right. Well,” she says, trying to infuse positivity into her voice, despite the weeks since the Easter holidays dragging into what felt like months and years, despite missing him so much that it’s like a heavy fog surrounding her. “It’s only a couple more days, right?”

“Can’t it be now?” Ron looks like he’s reclined in bed too now, his fiery hair stark against the deep navy of his sheets. “Just get to Hogsmeade, then you can Apparate-“

“You know full well that I cannot,” she replies briskly, even though it’s tempting, really tempting. “It’s-“

“-behavior unbecoming of a Head Girl,” Ron finishes her sentence. “I know. I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too.”

“I love you,” he adds after a moment’s silence, before his eyes widen with inspiration. “Oh, I’ve got it. What if I Apparate to Hogsmeade, and then walk to the castle - I bet Hagrid would let me through the gates-“

“It’s only two days, Ron.”

He sighs. “Fine.”

“And I love you too.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

•••

Pigwidgeon is the last owl to fly into the Great Hall, his little wings beating wildly to keep him aloft. With a scrap of parchment clutched in his tiny talons, he struggles over to the Gryffindor table before somersaulting down into Hermione’s lap.

Hermione’s heart sinks, and not just at the sight of the exhausted little bird currently burrowing into the crook of her elbow. Their two-way mirrors mean they don’t usually have to resort to writing letters. Not unless...

Hermione, the parchment reads when she unfolds it. Got called on an emergency mission. I’m not allowed to tell you where or why or even how long but I’m hoping it won’t take too long. I’m still going to be there at King’s Cross, because I’m dying to see you and I can’t wait until all this is over and we can just be together. Anyway, I love you and try not to worry too much. I promise to do my best not to die.

Ron

“Oh, good,” comes Ginny’s voice from beside her, and Hermione turns to see her peering intently at the parchment. “He’s promised not to die, that’s a relief-“

“He’ll be there,” interrupts Hermione, tucking the note in the pocket of her robes before Ginny can further infringe upon her privacy. “If he thinks it’ll only take a day, then I believe him.”

Ginny blinks. “I never said he wouldn’t be.” Plucking Pigwidgeon from Hermione’s lap, she offers him water from her goblet. “I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about.”

“It’s probably just a quick day trip,” Hermione rationalizes, eyes focused hard on Pigwidgeon as he drinks so she doesn’t have to see the sympathy she knows is etched on Ginny’s face, “and he just wanted me to know in case - well-”

“In case he dies?”

Ginny’s attempt at a joke falls flat.

“Well, just in case, you know, something were to - to happen,” Hermione stammers, “and anyway, it’s just good for me to know - I like to know what he’s up to - not in a controlling way or anything, just-”

“Of course,” Ginny interjects bracingly. “I’m sure he just wanted you to know, that’s all. I’m sure he’ll be there.”

Hermione picks up her mug of tea and holds it close to her face so the steam washes over her. She knows what they’re both thinking but are unwilling to say: that in the year Ron and Harry have been Aurors, neither has had a mission run shorter than a week.

•••

And so Hermione sits with Ginny and Luna on the train, watching the Scottish Highlands slowly transform into the low, tidy hills of the English countryside outside her window and hoping against hope that Ron will be there on Platform 9 and ¾. But she hasn’t heard from him since that first letter, and his mirror has gone dark. This doesn’t worry her - not for his safety, anyway - but it does make it difficult to share in Ginny’s gleeful anticipation as the train pulls into King’s Cross.

She busies herself with tending to Crookshanks, who is furious about his prolonged confinement in his basket, as Harry and Ginny embrace on the platform. It’s not that she’s upset, not really. Ron is doing what he needs to do, and she would never want him shirking his responsibilities just so he can kiss her on a train platform for the first time since April. She just wishes things could be different.

After Harry and Ginny depart for Grimmauld Place, she flags down a taxi and rides alone to her parents’ home. The family car is parked in front, which is unusual for a weekday, but when she goes inside, she finds her parents have been eagerly awaiting her arrival and can hardly let her set down her trunk before whisking her away to an upscale restaurant in South Kensington.

“So, tell us about school,” says Mum with an eager smile once they’re seated at their candlelit table. “How were your exams? I want to hear everything.”

“I will later,” Hermione replies, raising her brows and tipping her head pointedly in the direction of the waiter currently pouring red wine into their glasses.

“Oh, right, right, of course. Well, anyway, dear,” she begins as the waiter sets down menus and strides away, “your father and I have a little surprise for you.”

It’s foolish, she knows, but her mind leaps instantly to Ron. Maybe all of this business with his mission has been a ruse, and he’s here in London after all, and she’ll be able to come up with an excuse to spend the night at Grimmauld Place…

Until she notices that her parents are still talking, and there’s no tall, lanky, red-haired wizard to be seen in this high-end French restaurant, but there are three Eurostar boarding passes laid out across the tablecloth.

“Sorry,” says Hermione, shaking her head to clear away the daydream, “what’s going on?”

“We’re going to Paris!” announces Mum with delight. “We thought it would be so lovely to spend time together since you’ve been away for so long, and you’re about to start your new job - and I know you’ve always wanted to go there. We’ve got ten whole days, and everything’s booked, so all you’ve got to do is pack.”

“That - that’s - that’s brilliant,” Hermione musters, forcing her lips into some semblance of a smile. Her parents beam so brightly back that it’s almost difficult to look at them. “Erm, so when are we leaving?”

She crosses her fingers under the table, praying they’ll say August, or her birthday in September, or Christmas, anything but-

“This weekend!”

Of course.

•••

Paris is beautiful. It exceeds every single one of Hermione’s expectations. She and her parents consume copious amounts of bread, cheese and wine, they visit museums and cafes and old bookstores, they ascend to the top of the Eiffel Tower and take in the view. She thinks of Ron constantly as she walks the cobbled streets, as she crosses the Pont des Artes and sees the countless locks affixed to its railing. Before she left, she sent Harry an owl to tell him that she was leaving, so Ron would know where she was if he returned home before she did. As they can’t communicate when she’s staying in a Muggle hotel, she truly has no idea where he is, but she tells herself that he’s still on his mission. It feels better that way, imagining that even if she stayed in London, there would still be obstacles keeping them apart.

On their last day, she nearly empties out a patisserie buying eclairs and macarons for Ron, and then they board the Eurostar back to England. Nervous anticipation grips her stomach as the train barrels through the tunnel (idly, she wonders if Ron’s dad is aware of this train that travels underwater, and makes a mental note to tell him), because she has no idea what awaits her back in London. What if Ron’s still away? Or worse - what if something’s happened to him, and she’s been off enjoying a holiday while he’s been suffering?

The train can’t move quickly enough. Hermione can focus on nothing - not the paperback romance novel her mother has loaned her to read, not the Muggle newspaper that her father is engrossed in, not even the argument of the couple seated across the aisle from them. It’s only a two-hour trip, so why does it feel like it’s taking days?

She checks her mirror, but it’s still dark.

“You go ahead, sweetheart,” says Dad when the train finally rolls to a stop in St. Pancras station. “We’ll get the cases.”

Hermione looks up at the luggage rack over their heads, then at her parents. “Are you sure? I’ll bring mine-”

“We can manage. Go on ahead, get some fresh air.”

She doesn’t bother reminding them that train station air is hardly fresh, and instead heads down the aisle with just her purse and the box of pastries in tow. Truly, she’s not sure why her parents have sent her off the train without them; with the station as busy as it is, they’ll surely lose track of each other.

But then she sees him. Standing a head above the crowd, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his bright blue eyes scan the throngs of travelers. At first, she doesn’t believe her eyes. Surely, she’s just become so desperate to see him that she’s actually begun hallucinating.

But as she draws closer, he doesn’t ripple into nothingness, he doesn’t fade away. He’s really, truly there, his red hair curling behind his ears, one knee jiggling with pent-up energy the way it always does when he’s particularly impatient. As he turns his head, still surveying the crowd, their eyes lock and the rest of the station recedes into the background. Finally, they’re within sight of each other after months of hushed mirror conversations and stolen moments borrowing Professor McGonagall’s Floo. Hermione picks up speed, nearly skipping across the concrete in her haste, and flings herself into his waiting arms.

She fits against him perfectly. The fabric of his faded t-shirt is soft against her cheek as she breathes him in, and for the first time in recent memory, words fail her completely.

The box of pastries thuds to the ground.

“Hi,” he mutters, lips brushing her skin and sending chills up her spine.

“How - how did you-”

“Harry told me where you’d gone.” He presses a kiss to her cheek, and then, at long last, their lips connect. “It’s not that hard to look up train schedules.”

As reluctant as she is to pull away from him, she leans back just enough to look up at him. Behind the freckles scattered across his face, his cheeks have gone pink. “You’re amazing,” she tells him, rising on tiptoe for another kiss, unconcerned with the passersby and the blast of nearby train whistles.

Ron lifts one shoulder in a casual shrug when they break apart. “Had to meet you on a train platform somehow.”

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potato-jem · 3 years ago

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jem carstairs // 不忘

warning: long post!

a/n: i spent way too much time on this. is finding essays fun a red flag?

lyrics and translation, sourced from: https://radishtears.home.blog/2019/07/23/lyrics-bu-wang/

jem carstairs, a boy with a tragic past who came to london with nothing but his violin, a terminal illness and his kindred soul, is arguably one of the best characters ever written, hands down. despite his hardships, he makes sure that everyone he cares about feels the deep love he has for them, and would be the type of person to smile when you walk past, no matter if he knew you or not.

one of the main parts of jem’s story is when he is forced to undergo the ritual to transform him into a silent brother for his own survival, at the cost of never marrying the love of his life, the bond between him and his parabatai being forcibly tethered and being separated from his five year home of the london institute. for over one hundred years, he had to watch the people he loved most die, while he was forced to serve the greater good for the shadowhunters. none of these deaths affected him like the death of his parabatai, will herondale.

keeping this in mind, the song 不忘/bù wàng (translation: don’t forget) was sung by singer, wang yibo, for the chinese television series, the untamed (陈情令). it is a beautiful song with such meaning, entirely sung in mandarin (jem’s first language), composed with a combination of chinese and western instruments, violin included.

now, let’s go through the lyrics that i think are linked to jem:

云深夜微凉

皎月清风拂心��

一人对雪望

望尽前尘事过往

The night in the Cloud Recesses is cool

The bright moon and clear breeze winds around my heart

Someone watches the snow

Gazing into the days long gone

NOTE: cloud recesses refers to a location in the untamed tv show (you should watch it)

this can be interpreted as jem reflecting on the days of when it was just will and jem. jem often reflects on his time with will and with tessa, so he doesn’t forget how he felt for them, but the runes of a silent brother nulls his emotions. “the bright moon and clear breeze winds around my heart,” can be interpreted as a representation of this experience, having to associate his emotions with objects so he remembers what it is to be human. “gazing into the days long gone” is quite self-explanatory, as jem always has his two favourite people in the back of his mind (annoying the rest of the silent brethren.)

你还在问吗

问尽古来世人的痴狂

谁又在远方

再问世间故人

黑白毁誉几多量

Are you still asking?

Asking after all the relentless fools that came before

And who is there in the distance?

Asking again the departed people

Black and white, praise and blame, what is it all worth?

one of jem’s most frequent lines, an automatic reflex of his, is the question “will, is that you?” sadly enough, i would only imagine that this reflex doesn’t leave him. the first part of the chorus can be interpreted as an internalised monologue, telling himself that will is gone (because will is indeed a relentless fool). “asking again the departed people:” constantly imagining will in his mind, giving him some sort of sarcastic remark or some genuine advice. and the last sentence, “black and white, praise and blame, what is it all worth?” refers to jem’s inner turmoil towards the end of his time in the silent brotherhood.

还能忘记吗

云深共许一诺人茫茫

君又在何方

相望不忘

Can you still forget?

In Yun Shen, amidst the crowd, we made a promise together

And where are you now?

That exchanged gaze, unforgotten

maybe, not in yun shen, but remember this?

“Will rose slowly to his feet. He could not believe he was doing what he was doing, but it was clear that he was, clear as the silver rim around the black of Jem’s eyes. “If there is a life after this one,” he said, “let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.”

“There will be other lives.” Jem held his hand out, and for a moment, they clasped hands, as they had done during their parabatai ritual, reaching across twin rings of fire to interlace their fingers with each other. “The world is a wheel,” he said. “When we rise or fall, we do it together.”

Will tightened his grip on Jem’s hand, which felt thin as twigs in his. “Well, then,” he said, through a tight throat, “since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.”

yeah, that’s all i’m saying on the matter.

还能忘记吗

看客散去唯你我不忘

与君在身旁

别来无恙

Can you still forget?

The world passes by but I remember only you

You are by my side

Unchanged since we last parted

okay, this is the last verse of the last chorus. jem finally returns to the shadowhunter world, as jem carstairs. he is free from the restrains of brother zachariah, which ironically is the name he chose for himself when joining the brotherhood as it means “remember.” he finally has a chance at a normal life, without yin fen, without weird steampunk things walking around, without a dark war occuring (for the time being), and yet he still thinks of will. he only got to have will for five years, and for a love so big, jem had mourned his entire lifetime for all the time he lost.

the great andrew garfield said, “i hope this grief stays with me, because it’s all the unexpressed love i didn’t get to tell her,” which has links to the relationship between jem carstairs and will herondale. will won’t see jem marry tessa, or meet jem’s children, or grow old with him - will did that all years and years ago, while jem was trapped in his eighteen year old body for 129 years.

this song, despite being sung by a different character for another man, perfectly describes jem’s life experiences, in particular his relationship to his parabatai. although jem’s character is not limited to just being will’s parabatai or tessa’s husband, the lyrics represent the love he felt for them both and his disconnection to the shadow world, once his eyes and lips are sealed shut.

honourable mentions:

满足 - xiao zhan

heavenly - cigarettes after sex

always forever - cults

#potato jams #music #comfort character #character concept #shadowhunters #the infernal devices #tid #ghosts of the shadow market #jem carstairs #james carstairs #parabatai #silent brothers #brother zachariah #jem #tsc #shadowhunter chronicles #song analysis #song association

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geek-and-destroy · 3 years ago

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Wheel of Time - In for the long run

This is post 10 in The Wheel of Time Read - see the previous post - covering the prologue and chapters 10-17 of book 2.

A few days ago, I started reading The Wheel of Time, Robert Jordan’s sprawling fantasy series. And because I have nothing better to do, I decided to post my thoughts on the internet, a few chapters at a time. Right now, I am at book two - The Great Hunt. This post talks about my first impressions of the book two chapters 10 (The Hunt Begins) through 17 (Choices). Chapter summaries can be found here (I’m not putting links to the individual chapters, I don’t want to venture too far into the wiki).

This is an interesting trend that comes with most speculative fiction, the trend of the sequel slowdown. It's a competitive world in the publishing industry, and even with books that are written with the full intention of writing the sequel(s), the author usually puts a faster-paced, more complete story with only a little left unexplained. Then, when the book proves popular and the sequels are secure, they take more time with the characters, the plotting, the pacing to slow down and tell their story at their pace.

Wheel of Time has entered secure sequel mode. I'm looking forward to seeing more of Jordan exploring his world more fully and with more freedom. Even in the last set of chapters, it could be seen most prominently in the expansion of Tar Valon lore - the first book only mentioned the Red, Blue and Black Ajahs. I can tell a richer, more diverse story being formed.

And we have yet another method of fast travel. I can't tell if the Portal Stones are less dangerous to get places or the Ways. I think on the whole the Ways are riskier, but wouldn't it be easy to get lost in the alternate dimensions? It's a few small stones scattered throughout the world apparently. Although maybe if you carry a stone around with you in the other dimension, maybe it's possible. Can you do that? Also, do all the stones lead to this same AU where the trollocs won? At least two do, but Selene did say there are many different worlds. Do time and distance work the same in all those worlds?

And in any case, I'm definitely not trusting Selene's word on anything.

Selene is obviously Lanfear from the Aes Sedai exposition, or I'm a Sasquatch. Even if they hadn't talked about her earlier, the 'you can be a legend' talk is a huge red flag pretty much always. The fact that she's a femme fatale with godly beauty kinda irks me a bit, but since the rest of the female cast is better, I'll give it a pass, maybe. I still want to see a fighting female, though. Soon, I hope.

Rand being thrust into a leadership role, while also grappling with his reality, ie saidin, is very well-done so far. It's good that his character transformation is being handled gradually. He's unsure of stuff, he makes bad decisions, He doesn't want it, but tries not to say it (looking at you, GoT!Jon Snow), it's great. Hurin is kind of a caricature so I'm not worried about him letting Rand's secret out anytime soon (until he decides to show off how cool 'his lord' is to other soldiers or some shit) and Loial has probably figured it out but he's wise enough not to say anything.

Meanwhile, three major Sedai have run off from the camp, leaving Egwene and Nynaeve in an almost entirely foreign environment at Tar Valon. If I know anything from the first book, there has to be some kind of incident there, though. My guess is, it'll be Egwene discovering some vital information vis a vis the Black Ajah. I guess a confrontation between Leandrin and the Emond's Fielders is for later (what we got in the tent was pretty brief). There is still Elaida to worry about, and Elayne to meet. Liandrin's probably off pursuing Moiraine, though there's a small chance she's doing something of her own. I still maintain she's not a Darkfriend, just a jerk, but again - don't trust my Darkfriend radar, I've been woefully wrong in the past. Moiraine, I have no idea where she is. She'll show up near the start of the third act probably, confronting Lanfear with or without Rand. As will Liandrin.

And that's it for this post. Sorry for being a bit slow with this. As I mentioned before, a sinister Darkfriend confronts me, calling itself Midsemester Exams. Also a bunch of assignments and other college stuff. So, yeah.

Tomorrow is the premiere of the Amazon Prime WoT show! Really excited for that.

Also, Verin best girl don't @ me.

#wheel of time #robert jordan #rand al'thor #wot #moiraine damodred #read along #the great hunt #the eye of the world #books & libraries

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fellowstrangetownappreciator · 3 years ago

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The Strange Case of The Strangetown Metamorphosis

There is a mysterious Sim that appears in Strangetown.

That's like saying "there is a fish that appears in the ocean", I know, so I'll be a little more specific.

They are an adult whose memories show inconsistencies with those of their family members. Something is missing!

Alright. That's also not saying much, that's like half of the premades in vanilla, non-clean hoods.

They are immediately recognizable by their appearance and, dare I say it, have distinguishing features unique to them.

Well, that also kinda fits everyone...

They feature in more than one installment of the series.

Again, not that helpful. I mean, almost everybody from the base game hoods is (for better or worse) represented in TS3 or TS4.

They appear in TS2 for PSP!

Hmm...

They are a member of a wealthy family connected to science and paranormal.

And...

They are somehow connected to (possible) cloning.

I imagine that now you’re probably rolling your eyes and asking: Why didn’t I just simply say I was going to talk about Bella Goth?

Because... I’m not!

It’s Loki Beaker. In this mini-essay I’m going to speak about Loki, what is the mystery around him, what hints are there and what are some of the theories and which one do I fancy.

It’s basically a routine round of the popular game “connect EAxis’ oversights and glue them together into a headcanon”.

So without further ado, let me introduce you to:

The Mystery of Loki Beaker!

0: Preface: Loki who?

“As soon as he perfects his latest invention, Loki is sure to get the recognition he knows he deserves. In the meantime, he keeps himself busy by trying to assemble a nuclear reactor out of common household items.”

On the first glance, Loki as a Sim seems quite straightforward. He is a Knowledge Sim with a very eccentric personality. All his trait points are in the extremes, as you can see:

He is a scientist, a competent one at that, as proven by his high career level and the fun fact that some of the game’s horrible machinery you can buy for Aspiration points is attributed to his creation.

(It explains why are the Beakers the only ones who have the stuff lying around by default. It is normal for a Strangetown family to own a non-buyable reward object or two but those are career rewards, the Beakers are the only one who canonically own Aspiration points rewards.)

Even though he knows his stuff when it comes to his profession, he is very corrupt and tests his questionable projects on his captive, Nervous Subject.

To say that Loki is unpopular would be an understatement. No one but his wife Circe likes Loki, even his own sister is indifferent towards him. Yes, he has a sister. Her name is Erin and she also lives in Strangetown with a colorful collection of roommates.

Nothing mysterious about him so far. (apart from his eyebrows)

1: Characterization fallen apart

And then The Sims 3 happened. It was actually quite late into the game’s life cycle, the early 2013, when a beautiful nordic-themed world was released on TS3 Store. Its name was Aurora Skies and it featured Loki, Erin and their parents.

TS3 Loki is a child and Erin is a toddler.

Now I haven’t actually played Aurora Skies. I own (and love) TS3 but the price range for the Store worlds is too high for me, content-to-money wise. So there might be some hidden clues about the Beakers in their house or relationship panels that I haven’t been able to inspect but... not to sound cynical but I doubt it. I doubt such attention was given to detail of this family in Aurora Skies, as they don’t even have individual bios.

But... that is... fine? I mean, we have Loki’s TS2 bio...

Nope. Sure we do. And it would be fine if hair color and ambitions weren’t the only thing Loki and his younger self (from now on referred to as smol Loki) had in common.

Let’s take a look on smol Loki’s personality.

The first noticeable thing is that there is not a trace of Loki’s trademark villainy. He’s not Mean Spirited, he’s not Evil, he’s not even a No Sense of Humor Sim. His extreme neatness and hyperactivity are nowhere to be seen either. While it is true that TS3′s capabilities of defining personality are very limited as it picks “outstanding points” rather than a position of each trait on a scale, and it only has 5 slots (and tiny teeny 3 for children), it doesn’t make any sense still for the devs not to pick some more loki-esque traits for the precious slots they had.

Unless...

They didn’t care about Loki’s personality and there were no deeper intentions.

Unless the devs were trying to purposefully show us new angles of his character that either got suppressed while he was growing up, or manifest in ways that TS2′s scale system wasn’t able to show.

Could the Lucky trait in particular have had something to do with the change?

(Also, those traits of smol Loki are reason why I usually go for a Family Secondary Loki in TS2 and thus make Strangetown the purgatory of two unstable blonde Knowledge/Family sciency guys.)

We also must not omit that even though smol Loki didn’t display any of them, he still had all of Loki’s signature traits in him, as Loki in TS2 has his actual personality synced with the genetic one, meaning that there was something in there that caused him not to act so mean that got lost as he grew up. In other words, something brought up the worst in him.

And that’s not all. Smol Loki is not a regular TS3 child. You see, in TS3, premade children aren’t particularly known for being highly skilled experts. Neither are in TS2, for that matter, and it’s okay. It’s realistic.

Smol Loki has a skill maxed.

It is very rare for a premade regardless of age to already start with a maxed skill and I personally don’t know of any other premade children that do.

And it’s writing.

What does writing have to do with Loki? Does Loki write? Probably he has to, those academic papers aren’t gonna spawn out of thin air, but that’s not what the writing skill in TS3 (or the hidden writing skill in TS2) are about. They’re about creative writing only.

Ok, ok. How high is Loki’s Creativity skill, then? In TS2, skills are much broader, they more resemble skillsets than individual skills, and writing categorizes under Creativity. Bring out the skill panel!

Two. He has 2 points in Creativity. That is... low. That is actually very low, especially for a Sim that has supposedly been writing for fun since childhood. (and was a prodigy, while we’re at it) It is safe to say, I think, that if the player doesn’t make him do it, Loki doesn’t write anymore and he hasn’t been doing that for a long, long time.

While I would cynically admit that the dissonance in personalities might be just the lack of damns given from EAxis’ side, this seems to me too on the nose to be unintentional.

They would have no reason to bring the Beakers back without the “evil scientists” thing in mind. I mean, that’s what they’re iconic for. That’s what they’re recognizable by. (apart from their eyebrows)

So the person who was in charge of creating smol Loki probably knew they were recreating “Loki the mad scientist”.

So when they were picking the skill they use to demonstrate that this kid is gonna go far, they thought... “evil scientist = writing”...?

I would understand going for Creativity in general. I mean, Loki’s an inventor. That comes with the territory. But creativity as such isn’t really a skill in TS3. It’s divided to different activities.

Wouldn’t it make more sense just in general to pick logic, then? I mean, Loki isn’t that extremely logical by default but it is his second strongest skill and a feature unmistakably connected to being a scientist.

That’s what leads me to believe that writing plays a role in the story and it was chosen on purpose.

So how did a sweet little family-oriented boy talented with words transform into the ruthless catboy inventor we know and love?

And that, my friends, is the mystery of Loki Beaker.

2: A closer look at our environmentalist friends, the Beakers

If we want to get the full picture and come to a satisfying conclusion of some sorts, we need to inspect smol Loki’s surroundings. Maybe there is a clue to the continuous force or a traumatic event that shifted smol Loki’s direction in life?

Loki’s and Erin’s parents are named Gundrun and Bjorn. Even though their age would still allow it, they’re not present at the start of TS2′s Strangetown play, they’re long dead. Bjorn died before Erin became an adult and Gundrun died shortly before her son’s engagement to Circe. Because they died by the time Loki had (presumably) already long enrolled in his current life-path, we can safely rule out any tragic early death of parental figures scenario as a possible answer.

Gundrun is the only Beaker that canonically also writes. She has 5 points in the writing skill. She also shares some traits with Loki, namely the smarts and ambition.

But she has little to do with science and is way more business-oriented which is a trait she shares with Circe’s ancestors, for example her father. Maybe the families knew each other from business ventures even before they moved to Strangetown? It is stated in their memories that Loki and Circe first met when they were children. But I digress!

Anyway, I don’t see anything in Gundrun that would suggest any abusive behavior towards her son that might have triggered his drastic change. Possibly but not necessarily she might’ve been a bit absent but nothing out of ordinary.

And now the father, Bjorn.

Bjorn is the sciency half of the couple and works as an Aquatic Ecosystem Tweaker. Again, he has zero traits that would raise any red flags and he shares 4 out of 5 traits with either smol Loki or Loki. (I don’t know if Loki is a “natural cook” but he cooks quite well, so I think that counts.)

What’s interesting about Bjorn, though, is his speech that serves as a flavor text for the Aurora Skies store page.

(Image transcript: “Do it for science! Science is everywhere around us, but at Aurora Skies it’s not just something you learn; it’s something you do! We need bright young minds to make the dreams of the future a reality. Even now we’re finding more uses for garbage to help the planet. Charging batteries, powering machines - the sky is the limit. Just this last year we created a modified Hot Air Baloon using garbage as fuel and turning it into pure air with a pine breeze scent. Now you can have efficient travel and an amazing romantic adventure with no cost to the ozone (or your nose)! Every year we’re creating more and more exciting things in the world of science. Garbage-powered hearts, heart-powered cars, solar-powered cats; what will you think of next! It’s all up to you. Do it for Science! Did you know? Hot Air Balloons are an epic form of travel based around the simple principle that hot air is lighter than cold air. They lift in the air based on the heat system in the balloon. Increasing the temperature of the air inside the balloon makes it lighter than the air outside and the balloon begins to float. More air is required to lift heavier things; that’s why the balloons have to be so huge! How cool (or hot!) is that?”)

From this piece of text we can see Bjorn’s passion and dedication to “green” science. Nothing in his traits suggests he fakes it, so I think it’s safe to believe that this peppy idealist is a glimpse into Loki’s father’s genuine self.

He might have encouraged his children to follow in his footsteps (”We need bright young minds to make the dreams of the future a reality.“) and smol Loki, who later in life seemed to have similar levels of enthusiasm (science is his One True Hobby), might have been receptive to that.

Now just close your eyes for a second and imagine an alternate reality in which Loki picked up where Bjorn left and instead of a energy-refilling machine that electrocutes you if you’re not happy enough, he invented “solar-powered cats”.

Still no hints on what could’ve messed Loki up, though.

Let’s take a look at the parents in TS2. Even though they’re not present and aren’t even resurrectable, they’re still coded in the game for purposes of genetics, memories and family trees, so some of their characteristics are salvageable.

And by the Watcher, they were both Romance Sims.

They were workaholic Romance Sims who cared about the environment and liked recycling (and Hot Baloons).

And they were both extremely Nice and very Sloppy, if their personalities on wiki are something to go by. Which they unfortunately aren’t, at least not completely because most ancestors don’t simply have “their own” personalities and use presets instead, so they tend to be quite similar.

The same goes for most of the Beaker clan, unfortunately. Fun fact is that there is no Knowledge Sim in sight (before Loki, of course). Maybe they weren’t a scientist family, but a bunch of Romance Sims who used to spend their free time in between woohoos saving the planet with eco-science. (3 out of 6 of Loki’s and Erin’s ancestors were Romance Sims, 2 were Fortune and 1 was Family)

But! There is one outlier. Her name is Gertrude Beaker. She is Loki’s paternal grandmother.

And similarly to her grandson, she certainly has a personality to remember.

She doesn’t use a preset, this is a personality that someone went and manually assigned (...or generated) for her. And she is Neat, Outgoing and doesn’t have a nice bone in her body. But unlike Loki, she has a sense of humor (which makes her even more dangerous, in my opinion) and is extremely Lazy.

She is a Fortune Sim and the only Beaker who shares the darker sides of Loki’s personality. (to be clear, I don’t mean their taste for cleaning but the round 0 of Nice points)

Because she doesn’t feature in TS3 at all, it is safe to say that she wasn’t in her grandchildren’s lives until the family moved to Strangetown. Could she be the corrupting influence on smol Loki?

As far as personality comparison goes, she seems to be the only possible culprit, the only one who’s personality shares the same unpleasant qualities he became infamous for. But! That’s not saying much. There is no evidence she actually did anything.

There’s not even any evidence that she ever met her grandson, given he has no memory of her dying which means she might have died before he was even born. That would be a solid evidence on the contrary and would rule her out. But I’m leaving some maneuvering space for theories here because she is the only Beaker ancestor with custom personality, after all, and that is suspicious.

That’s all the Beakers we know of if not counting Atom and Ceres, who came after Loki, so they’re not relevant to the question of his childhood. Or... are they?

3: And that’s when the trouble began

Another part of this question that might help us discern what happened to Loki is the when. All we know so far is that there is a big void of unknown between smol Loki and regular Loki and the point of transformation happened in there somewhere.

Thankfully, we have something to give us an idea. It’s this snapshot in storytelling pictures for the Beakers:

It shows smol Loki destroying a dollhouse. It seems to be in an impersonal environment of some sorts. The cheapest bed in the game is against a bare white wall, the window is hid behind blue curtains and there doesn’t really seem to be anything else but the dollhouse, a teddy bear in the background and that... very unpleasant bed.

It clearly tells us that Loki’s shift started in his pre-teen years.

And seeing that room which is definitely not in the Beaker Castle at 1 Tesla Court, it makes me think of a hotel or a cheap apartment the family was staying in while moving from Aurora Skies to Strangetown. Maybe the castle-like something the household inhabits at the start of the game wasn’t a property of the Beakers at all, maybe that was where the Salamises used to live and now it belongs to Circe?

Anyway, could it had been leaving Aurora Skies that sent smol Loki down an existential crisis and settling in the not exactly welcoming environment of Strangetown, enrolling in a local school, that sealed it?

But why all the stuff with writing? This would work with any other hobby but somehow it had to be writing and it’s our task to find out why.

4: Not your average tragedy

Now in our search we already have some ideas but it wouldn’t be thorough if we didn’t take into account smol Loki’s actual personality. I mean, we went into what traits he doesn’t have but what about those he has?

Namely Lucky and Family-Oriented.

I think Lucky is a very interesting choice. There’s nothing inherent about Loki Beaker that would make you go “that’s one lucky guy!” (if you don’t count his relationship with Circe as a stroke of luck, that is) and the same goes for smol Loki.

But... it could be a clue. His metamorphosis either couldn’t be triggered by trauma because he’s lucky and it would avoid him, or it must’ve been something tremendously horrid so he’s lucky he’s still alive.

Now we know we are searching for something that happened in his late childhood, verging on the start of his teenage years. His family was going through the turmoil of moving to a desert and he has already known his future partner Circe. Meanwhile Erin-

Oh, wait. Erin.

Smol Loki was Family-Oriented which implies he would probably have a good relationship with his little sister, as he would’ve naturally inclined to protect her and help his parents take care of her. But!

Not only do they have an amicable but distant relationship as adults but Erin seems to forget that Loki even existed in her childhood.

He has the usual set of memories of a sibling growing up well but she doesn’t, she has no Loki-related memories at all, not even of his marriage, which was a quite recent event.

Could the reason for Loki’s “downfall” be somehow related to his sister? Was there a dramatic event in which she lost a part of her memory?

5: Theories!

Ok, we’re finally here! Now I try to present some theories about what might’ve happened.

1. Burdens of the golden child

In Aurora Skies, Loki used to be the little wonder every relative was gushing about. With his father as an acclaimed scientist and a very liked person in general, there was little to no adversity his son had to face. He followed his passion and having nobody to really compare himself to, nor anybody who would terrorize him, he prospered.

But then the Beakers moved. Strangetown was... different. It was way smaller than Aurora Skies, so everybody inherently knew everybody and everybody had to interact with everybody... because the small space of a desert community didn’t leave them with any choice. And it was bleak and unfriendly. No one except for the Salamises knew the Beakers, so they found themselves under scrutiny from their new neighbors.

So Loki, who used to live thinking he was unique, was now sitting everyday in a much smaller classroom with Pascal and Vidcund Curious, whom he was immediately being compared to. But he wasn’t like the Curiouses. He was a kid of a scientist but wasn’t a science kid. He didn’t have much in common with Pascal who approached him and tried to befriend him at first but he wanted to. In Strangetown, nothing seemed to be cooler than being really, really into science. Pascal’s and Loki’s communication attempts were rather poor, though, and in the end, they never made friends. Loki slowly began to disdain the oldest Curious boy and it culminated a few years later in high school when Pascal made an attempt to woo Circe. It was even worse with Vidcund. Ever since Loki’s first day at the new school, Vidcund had been eyeing him with a disgusted look and Loki became quick to reciprocate.

In Strangetown, nothing seemed to be cooler than being really, really into science. Even Circe was on it! She was the only person his age he has know in Strangetown before his family moved in and he liked her. Not “like” liked her, yuck! But he thought she was cool. Her family used to visit the Beakers in Aurora Skies and they played together. She was a friend! Or so Loki thought. She seemed to like hanging out with the Curiouses much more.

In Strangetown, nothing seemed to be cooler than being really, really into science, yes. But not in the eyes of Buzz Grunt, the son of a general who lived in Strangetown. Their family were the self-proclaimed protectors of the hood but at the same time they weren’t shy to show a strong distaste for all that made Strangetown an important desert settlement in the first place. And little Buzz, although Loki doubted he understood the nuances, was very fond of asserting his dominance over his less sporty and hyper-masculine classmates.

Suddenly jealous of the Curious brothers, under pressure from both the adults and his peers comparing him to them and bullied by Buzz, Loki’s social life fell apart. He started having problems... and he came up with solutions. He has always liked science but from back then on he hyperfixated on it to prove everybody who picked on him for being a worthless parody of a science kid wrong.

Not only his social life and self-confidence were busted, though. Moving away from Aurora Skies to Strangetown that had much higher prices for housing because of the limited space, the living standards for the Beakers lowered. It was chaotic and uncomfortable. Plus, almost everybody in Strangetown was loaded. Why, Circe and her parents lived in a small castle! Loki felt like they’re the only “poor” family around and it played into his new-found insecurities.

And then there was Erin’s accident. She suffered a severe head injury and even though she fortunately survived, she was never... the same. She had issues with her memory. Loki tried to convince himself that he’s big enough not to cry but when they were visiting Erin in the hospital and she didn’t recognize him, he cried. It was his little sister! And... it was all his fault anyway! If he was quicker and pushed her to safety, she would’ve been fine! Or even better, he wished the car would’ve hit him instead.

Loki was becoming more and more snappy, focused on his grades and projects, unavailable. The siblings never mended their relationship, Erin, even though she recovered, never got to make new memories with her brother. Not remembering them growing up together, he was like a stranger to her. A scary mean teenage boy she didn’t know and, even though she was a very friendly child, she was too intimidated to willingly spend time with him. And Loki was always busy and moreover, he felt guilty and inexplicably angry, so he postponed approaching her, until it was too late, he was in college, she was in high school and it was too awkward.

And... there was no time to write anymore.

2. Gertrude the Neat and Mean (and Lazy)

Ok, Loki doesn’t have any memories of his grandma. But hear me out! Erin does not have any of him either and yet they met. This theory doesn't require any additional write up – he simply got under the influence of his 0 Nice points granny and she cultivated him to be just like her.

My personal take: This is maybe my least favorite theory of them all, even though it is quite straightforward. It doesn't take much into consideration and demonizes Gertrude, who as far as we know, might not done anything wrong.

3. The accident

This theory takes advantage of TS3's canon sciency machinery, namely Cerebralizing Brain Enhancing Machine 2.0.

It can, among other things, change a Sim's personality. There is (quite unfortunately, in my opinion) no chance of consequential failure in the actual game, the most it can do is to (non-fatally) electrocute your Sim. But...

Imagine smol Loki sneaking into his dad's laboratory, most probably at his workplace.

He was curious. Ever since his father showed him all the equipment in there, all he could think of was the machine that made people smarter.

Maybe it could make him smarter?

I mean, Loki knew he was already quite smart. At least, he's been told he was and he had no reason not to believe it.

But he could be even smarter.

He could be like his dad. Or his mom. Or Erin. Everyone was talking about how clever young Erin seemed. Loki was proud of her but part of him just wanted that, too.

So what if... he went to dad's laboratory, just for a little while, and made himself smarter?

He made all the necessary preparations. It meant to memorize dad’s schedule, so he knew just the time when he could sneak into the laboratory. It also meant to get a good costume so he won’t be recognizable on the security footage!

And then finally, he was ready. To infiltrate the laboratory was easy enough but it only made Loki more nervous. He was on the edge but determined. He wanted to make it big in the world. He needed to seize the opportunity. And fear... fear was there to be ignored! Hands, stop trembling!

His confidence grew a bit once he got to the machine itself. He knew how to run it thanks to his dad and it made him feel competent and ready.

Little did he know that there was a huge oversight. Although Loki could operate the technology on a very basic level, his knowledge went nowhere near deep enough for him to detect that the machine has yet another set of settings and those currently expect an adult user. It wasn’t configured for a child patient.

But unaware of that, the boy in his patchy dinosaur costume climbed on top of the machine and with his eyes wide open and his heart racing he connected the Brain Enhancer to his system. Then, with his hand sweating, he pushed a button on a remote he was clutching to.

When Bjorn, alerted by Loki’s screams, rushed into the laboratory, it was way too late.

As his terrified father was calling the ambulance, the child was alive and even still awake. He was too weak to cry. He just watched Bjorn, wishing for death and looking for signs of wrath in father’s eyes.

There were none. Only fear.

Physically, Loki Beaker managed to recover just fine. With the power of advanced medicine and plastic surgery, the burns he suffered were reduced to nothing but almost invisible scars.

But inside, he was never the same. Literally. Even though the procedure backfired horribly, it still worked to some extend - but even that extend was warped. Loki succeeded in giving himself the Genius trait but several of his traits were replaced also, including the Lucky trait that probably saved his life.

6: Conclusion!

I like Loki very much. (no sh*t, who would’ve guessed) He’s a very controversial and over-the-top character who tends to be rather unpredictable in the actual gameplay. I started writing this giant thing to find an answer to his backstory that would satisfy me and hopefully also some of you.

With a heavy heart I conclude I’m not successful.

First I have to admit I originally planned to present 5 theories instead of 3 but I scrapped 2 of them.

First was about Atom time traveling and replacing Loki, creating himself again and again in a time loop (would explain the huge personality difference between smol Loki and Loki-Atom) and it was very far-fetched but fun, alas I realized it was out of character for Atom, since he seems to love his sister and his Plumbot so much he would hardly leave them behind to pull that off.

The second was about Nervous and the corrupting power of Death he has inside that would slowly drive Loki and Circe “evil” even though it’s unclear whether they first adopted him with being a lab-rat in mind. But it would not make sense since a change like that would be visible on their personality panels. That’s not that important, though. What made me not include this theory is that it feels uncomfortably victim blame-y. It’s not directly since it wouldn’t be Nervous’ fault anyway but any attempt to shift the blame from Loki and Circe in this situation feels uncomfortable.

(To be clear, I don’t think the Beakers deserve demonization. In my opinion, the best way to treat them narrative-wise is like eccentric people capable of feeling love and doing good things sometimes, yet irredeemably self-centered, morally bankrupt and deserving a lifetime in jail for child abuse they have done on Nervous. Not one-dimensional but still villains and still objectively bad people.)

And those 3 theories above? They could’ve been better.

I think I like the first the most, even though I still feel like something is missing. I just tend to like relatively grounded explanations and this one doesn’t feature the supernatural nor any deus ex machina gadget.

What about you? And do you have any other theories? Sky’s the limit! It’ll make my day to hear them!

Whatever your takes are, they’re all valid.

#loki beaker #strangetown #premades #the sims 2 #the sims #simbrl #headcanon #ts2

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quirrrky · 2 years ago

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🔮 @lucacangettathisass who will you marry? 🔮

DISCLAIMER: Please keep in mind that this reading is just for fun! If anything resonates, then it’s even more fun! 😊 Also, please don’t be mad at me if you don’t get your selfship characters 🥺

🔮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

wheel of fortune, 3 of pentacles, 10 of cups, king of pentacles Your future husband is someone who possesses an abundant personality. He may really be financially well-off as well and you might meet this person when he’s already stable. He’s definitely a family man and a provider type of lover. Gift-giving can be his love language. He’s someone you can rely on in building a beautiful future together. Your relationship with this person will be filled with wealth, stability and security. He may also have a potential of being a boss in his career. He’d make a good and nurturing father. He’s also a very loyal partner. This person will feel like a good luck charm in your life.

the fool, ace of swords, king of cups, princess of cups The downside I see in this person is that he may be too sharp with his words. He might say things without thinking especially during fights. Also, I see here that he may be a bit spontaneous, but it’s not that much of a bother though as I’ve mentioned this person still has stability at the front and center of his mind. You may also teach this person to be more healthy in expressing his emotions.

codependency, pay attention to the red flags, let your friends help you, reconciliation, ascending, healthy choices, sword and rose, stabbed in the back, 9 of pentacles, hierophant, the fool This part should be about your relationship, but I got a different message here. A very important one! I see here possibilities. You and your future husband are meant to be a family together, but your love story here may have 2 routes. You have the choice which one to take. Idk but I got twin flame vibes between the two of you, if you resonate with that. The first one is meeting this person before your healed states. The route in which you teach each other the lesson you need to be more aligned as individuals. You may break up with this person before you both learn to get out of codependency tendencies. You’ll reconcile with this person again and your relationship will feel new as you are now transformed and healed individuals. The second route is when you try to focus on yourself first and identify within you any generational traumas or tendencies you have to heal. I feel like you’re already working on this somehow. Practice some self-love on your own and reach for your dreams, achieving personal victories not needing anyone or a romantic relationship in your life. Just standing proud on your own toes. This person will arrive at the right time just when he has already healed himself too. If this route is the one you’ll take, you’ll spare both you and your fs the heartbreak and karmic lesson from the route 1 as you’ve already healed them apart.

passion, you deserve love, 5th house, sun, gemini I pulled up more for you because yours seem like twin flames and we all know how complex that dynamic is. There will be a guaranteed hot stuff between you and you’ll really be magnetized with each other. I perceive that you and/or your future husband must be more receptive of love and have love enter in your life before you get into a relationship without the drama part of it. Like you have to learn it as individuals first before you collaborate on healing together. I see that the sign you’ll get when you’re finally aligning is when you embrace creativity and inner-child! Your self-expression is very creative and learning how to communicate it will give you a huge boost of self-confidence. You’re a leo so I think you get what I mean 😉

💒- 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

This emoji is supposed to be future wedding, but my decks are not speaking to me maybe the kind of wedding you’ll have will depend on which path you’ll take ahead. I picked up channelled message for you instead!

Dear y/n,

I feel a little anxious about this, but I can’t just lie to you. Though I am seeing you in my dreams, I must admit that I miss you. You don’t know how much I adore your smile and my heart flutters everytime I see it. I’m sorry that I walked out on you and didn’t say the things, feelings you needed to hear. This connection is too much for me and I can’t face it yet. I see in you who I want to be but I’m not ready to unlock those parts of myself yet. I’m not yet ready to be that open and to express it. I adore you a lot but I know I can’t measure up to your level right now. There is a lot of things I need to learn especially in communicating what I really hold deep within me to you. I have to learn this so I can avoid hurting you, hurting us in the process. I have to focus on building what I can offer you before we unite healthily. By then, I know I’ll be the acceptable partner worthy of your love.

Just keep smiling, Future spouse

💍 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞/𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

-/ 😭 I can’t think of any kny characters who fits the bill, but iwa-chan seems to be the on-the-spot one and ig omi somehow...I hope this resonates 💗

🔮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

#🔮—future spouse #💌 lucacangettathisass

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kitkatfat15 · 4 years ago

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IronStrange Cinderella Au Fanfic

Hey guys I did a thing. I saw a post about an IronStrange Cinderella Au and I saw some art so I decided to write it. I hope you guys like it, I worked really hard on it. It also has Peter and Harley in it.

“Stephen!” He heard his father yell. “Have you swept the kitchen yet?” Stephen nodded, then realized that his father couldn’t see him. “Yes father! I did.”

His father scoffed. “It looks filthy! Come do it again! No doubt it’s because of your broken hands…” His father had said the last part quietly, but Stephen still heard it loud and clear, still felt it pierce his heart.

Stephen used to be one of the most upcoming healers in all the land. But… That was before his accident. Stephen had been riding a horse through the woods to the village over when something in the woods spooked his horse.

His horse had bucked him off, throwing him into a bramble bush. In his panic, he had struggled to escape the bush, tearing his hands and damaging them. By the time someone found him, his hands would never again be the same.

They were covered in scars and constantly shook, making him incapable of doing healing or anything else worth while, like farming. He was stuck at home being a disappointment to his family while his brother worked the fields and his sister worked at the local tailor’s shop.

Stephen grabbed the broom and went to the kitchen. It looked spotless. Well, except for one place where there was a pile of dirt next to a bucket. His father walked back in the room. “I forgot something.” He tells Stephen, before kicking the pile of dirt, sending it flying.

Stephen winced but didn’t say anything, knowing it wouldn’t do anything. He sighed and started sweeping, his father leaving the room.

It was a few hours later when his brother and sister got home. “Look at this Victor! An invitation to the ball. From the prince!” Victor grabbed the invite from his sister. “It has both our names on it.” Stephen looked up and Victor scoffed. “Not yours. Mine and Donna’s. It’s this weekend.” Donna danced away from the door and towards the dining room. “I can’t wait! Maybe the prince will choose me as his bride!”

Victor scoffed again. “Yeah right. I heard he doesn’t even like girls! He’s going to choose me! Not you!” Donna scowled at her brother and stomped off to her room. Victor turned to his brother. “Even if you were invited, I don’t think anyone would even want you to go.” With that he left, going to his room to change.

***

The weekend had come fast. For the ball, Donna had bought herself an orange dress with a low back. It was modest, but not eye catching. Victor had bought a white suit with a red trim. It made him look like a prince, which Stephen thought the actual prince wouldn’t appreciate.

Stephen watched his siblings and his father leave with an air of sadness. At least his father had given him the weekend off. Stephen thought with a sigh. Stephen was walking back towards his house when he spotted something shimmering in the dirt.

When he got closer, he realized that it was a wand of some sort. He bent down in the dirt and picked it up. There was a shimmering in the air in front of him, and Stephen heard two voices arguing.

“I can’t believe you lost your wand Parker!” A young male voice said. Another boy huffed. “It’s not my fault! I think it’s over here.” The shimmering grew strong and two boys appeared. Both boys were wearing baby blue robes and had wings coming out of their backs. They both had dark brown hair and seemed to be teenagers.

“Who are you guys?” Stephen asked. The two boys turned towards him. “My wand!” The boy Stephen thought was called Parker cried. Stephen held it out for him and the other boy grabbed it.

Parker pouted at him. The other boy turned to him. “I’m Harley. This is Peter. Have you seen a man called Stephen Strange?” He asked. Stephen nodded at them. “I’m Stephen Strange.” Peter broke out into a smile. “Perfect! We’re your fairy godfathers!” Stephen raised an eyebrow.

“What?” Peter cried. “We’re here to get you ready for the ball.” Peter told him. Stephen sighed. “I wasn’t invited to the prince’s ball. Even if I was, my brother was right, no one would want me to go.” Harley huffed. “Do you know how many people we’ve gotten into a ball uninvited?” He asked.

“But Harley, we’ve never done that-” Harley turns and scowls at Peter. Peter just blinks. Harley turned back to Stephen, a dangerous look in his eyes. “I’m not failing our first assignment because you want to stay here and feel sorry for yourself! Now are you going to corporate or am I going to have to force you?” Peter looks scandalized. “Harley!” Stephen shrugged.

“I guess I can go. At least I can help you boys.” Both teens smiled at him. “Let’s get you ready for the ball!” Peter says, grabbing his wand from Harley and dragging Stephen into the house.

Harley grabbed a few things from different rooms as they headed towards the sitting area, which had a large mirror in it. “You can work on his clothes and I’ll work on getting him a ride.” Harley tells Peter before going back outside.

“Let’s try to find you an outfit! Bippity boppity boop!” He says waving his wand at Stephen. Stephen felt his clothes transform into a pastel pink suit with a baby blue trim. Peter shook his head. “This doesn’t match your eyes at all!” He tells Stephen. “Bippity boppity boop!” He says again.

This time Stephen feels his clothes shift again and now he is wearing tacky multi color pants and a flower printed shirt. Both of them grimace. “Nope.” Peter says and waves his wand. “Bippity boppity boop!” Stephen feels his clothes turn into a beautiful flowing blue gown. Peter sighed again.

“I’m sorry. I always seem to get dresses.” He tells the man. Stephen smiles. “Peter, I think this is perfect!” He tells him. Peter perks up. “Really? No one seems to like my dresses.” Someone made an offended noise from behind them. Harley was leaning against the door frame. “I always like your dresses!” He tells Peter. “Well you don’t count.” Peter tells Harley. “Why not?”

“Because I said so!” Peter says loudly. Stephen decides to interject, not wanting an argument to start. “I still need shoes.” He tells them. “Shoes? I can do shoes.” Harley says. “What kind of shoes do you want? Boots, sandals-”

“I want stilettos.” He interjects. Harley looks at him before shrugging. He takes two small stones out of his pocket and puts them on the ground. “Abra kadabra!” He waves his wand. Nothing happens. “Wrong words.” Peter tells him. Harley, being mature, sticks his tongue out.

“Bippity boppity boop!” He waves his wand and the smooth stones turn into baby blue stilettos. Stephen grabs them and puts them on his feet. “Do you know how to walk in those?” Peter asks. Stephen scoffs. “Of course I do. Let’s go see my ride, shall we?” Both boys nod and they all head outside.

In front of the small house there was an elegant carriage with a horse and a horseman. However, looking closer, Stephen could tell that the horse’s fur was more like scales and the horseman’s eyes seemed too large for his head. Stephen turned to Harley. “Is that horse a snake? And is that horseman a frog?” He asked. Harley shrugged. “I worked with what I had.” He tells him.

Peter snaps his fingers. “Before we forget! You have to be back by 12 o’clock. That is when the spells will unravel. Your shoes will turn into stones, your dress will turn back into your normal clothes, and your carriage will turn back into a potato.”

“You made my carriage out of a potato?” He asked incredulously. In response Harley shoulders him into the carriage and nods towards the horseman. “Have a nice night!” Peter calls as Stephen begins his trip to the palace.

***

The journey to the palace was quite long, but very worth it. When Stephen layed eyes on Stark palace, he could not hold back a gasp.

The palace had tall towers and large walls. Banners with the Stark emblem were flying high on flag posts. Stephen could hear the sound of horses through the left side of the wall.

As they drew closer to the palace walls, the carriage slowed to a stop. There was a knock on the door and Stephen stuck his head out of the window.

“Business?” A large guard asked him. “I’m here for the prince’s ball.” Stephen says. The guard nodded and waved to someone to open the gates. “You’re good to go sir.” The guard tells him, and the carriage starts to move again.

As they come to the entrance of the palace, the carriage slows to a stop. Stephen opens the door and carefully steps out. He only stumbles for a second before finding his balance on the high heeled shoes. He picks up the bottom of his dress so it’s not dragging, and walks up to the large doors in the front.

“Are you here for the Prince’s ball?” The one of the guards by the door asked him. Stephen nodded. The guard nodded and opened the door. “If you’re nobility go to the left and someone will announce you, if you're not, just go straight in.” Stephen nods and goes straight towards the open door and into the ballroom.

Stephen looked around in breathless awe. The ball room is huge- big enough to fit multiple medium sized houses and still have room for more.

He scanned the room, looking for familiar faces. He spotted one or two people from his own village, but most were faces he didn’t recognize, probably from other villages in the kingdom. A waiter walked up to him, holding a tray of drinks. “Would you like one, sir?” He asked. Stephen was about to say yes, until he looked down and caught sight of his shaky hands. He shook his head. “No thank you.” He says and the waiter turns and walks away.

Stephen had been wandering the dance floor when he caught sight of his siblings staring enviously at a group of people. He decided to move closer and see what they were talking about.

“I should be the one over there with him.” He hears Donna say. Victor scoffs. “As if. No, I should be the one over there.” Upon closer look Stephen could see a man in a well fitting red suit with gold trim in the middle of the people. Everyone in the group seemed to be focusing on him. It was the prince, Stephen realized.

Now that Stephen had seen the prince, he couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. Even from a distance, Stephen could see that he was extremely handsome. He had honey brown eyes and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. His red suit was perfectly tailored, with gold stitching around the waist and on the ends of the sleeves and coat.

Stephen was wrong when he thought Victor looked like a prince. Victor looked like a beggar next to the star that was Anthony Edward Stark. Their eyes met across the room. Anthony smiled at him from across the room and Stephen felt his heart skip a beat. He blushed and turned away, heading to one of the waiters.

The waiter handed him a glass and Stephen started sipping at it, willing his face to cool down and his hands to not shake. When the glass was empty, Stephen handed it to a waiter and was about to start walking again, when someone came up behind him.

“Hey.” Stephen jumped and spun around, both things a hard feat in high heels. It was Prince Anthony. “H-Hello Prince Anthony.” The prince waved his hand in the air. “Call me Tony, Anthony sounds too stuck up.” Stephen smiled. “I thought Anthony was a noble name.” Prince Tony snorted. “Oh I like you. You’ve got spunk. So, what’s the name, my fine fellow?

Stephen blushed. “My name is Stephen.” The prince smirked. “Well then Stephen,” The prince practically purred his name, making Stephen want to swoon, “Would you care to join me for a dance?” Stephen shrugged, suddenly embarrassed. “I-I don’t really know how to dance.” He tells him. “Why not? Surely everyone is lining up to dance with such a handsome man as you.” Stephen shrugged. “People don’t like my hands.” The prince looked quizzical and Stephen held up his trembling hands.

The prince gently takes one of Stephen’s damaged hands in his calloused work hardened ones. “I think they’re beautiful.” He tells the man, before lifting the hand to his mouth and pressing a kiss to it. Stephen fights the urge to swoon.

The prince looks at him playfully. “And besides, I can teach you how to dance.” He tells the man. Stephen agrees and Prince Tony leads him to the dance floor.

The prince gently guides him through the moves and steps. They were now almost effortlessly going through the steps when the prince brings up a topic Stephen was perfectly happy to ignore. “You know, I’m sort of looking for someone to get married to.” Stephen snorts. “You don’t want to marry me.” He tells the prince. “And why not? You seem like the perfect suitor.” Stephen moves away from the prince. “I’m really not.” He tells him. “I think I should be able to decide for myself who I want to marry.” Tony says. Stephen sighs.

“And I agree with you, but still, you deserve someone better than me. Someone that’s still functional.” Prince Tony looks like he’s about to start arguing, when Stephen catches sight of the clock. Five till twelve. Stephen pales. “I have to go.” He tells the prince, before hurting to the door. “Wait!” He calls, but Stephen isn’t listening. He makes it to the door and runs outside, losing one of his shoes.

Stephen barely notices the lost shoe as he runs towards his carriage, the Prince still cashing him. Stephen trips over his long dress before throwing the door open and telling the horseman to drive. The carriage starts moving and the prince chases after it until it becomes too fast. He watches it go with a heart broken look on his face. Stephen wants to go back and tell him that it isn’t his fault, but he can’t bring himself to do it. The prince deserved better than him.

A few minutes later the carriage slowed to a stop and started to shrink. Stephen quickly pushed open the door and threw himself out. When he turned to look back at the carriage, he saw it had turned into a potato with pins sticking out where the wheels were. He felt the clothes he was wearing shimmer and shift until; he was left wearing his dirty work clothes. He sighed. Good things never last for him.

He picked up the pin filled potato and the stone sticking to his foot and put them in his pocket, along with the frog he had seen hopping around. He looked around for the snake and found it was still a horse. He looked around and sighed. He was still too far from town to walk home, and he couldn't leave the snake here.

He steeled his nerves and approached the horse. He quickly hopped on and started off on a slow trot. When he got home he was tired from the ride and his nerves were fried from jumping at everything that seemed to move in the forest. He carefully slid off the horse and it immediately became a snake that slithered out into the garden. Stephen sighed and let the frog go, before going inside the empty house.

His family had opted to stay in an inn near the palace, so he was going to be alone tonight and tomorrow. He trudged up the hall to his room and didn’t bother putting on clean clothes, simply opting to fall down on the bed and go to sleep.

***

Tony sat down at the table, head in his hands. It was all going so well. What did he do wrong? He felt his butler, Jarvis, put a hand on his back. “Sir, maybe you should try to find him. Even if he doesn’t want to get married, you can still get to know him better.”

Tony sighed again. “But how can I find him again Jarvis? The shoe was fairy magic and turned back into a stone.” Jarvis seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Isn’t Thor’s brother Loki a fairy godfather?”

Tony nodded and sat up. “So what?” He asked Jarvis. “Why don’t you ask Loki if he can replicate the spell for a time so we can see if it fits anyone.” Tony looked at Jarvis incredulously. “Why would I do that? Plenty of people have the same sized foot in this kingdom.” Jarvis nodded. “I suppose you’re right. Was there anything that made him stand out?” Tony pondered this for a moment.

“His hands were injured and he seemed to like the healing arts.” Jarvis seemed to ponder for a moment. “Why don’t we check the records for someone who is- or used to be- a healer near his age.” Tony nods. It was the best bet at finding him. “His name was Stephen.” He tells Jarvis.

Jarvis nods. “I’ll make sure to tell them that.” He says, and leaves the room. Tony sighed. He really hoped they were able to find the handsome man who had taken a place in his heart.

Tony jumped as a heavy stack of paper landed on his desk. He looked up at Rhodey, who had dropped the paper. “What is this, Honeybear?”

“It’s a list of men who match your description, all nobility.” Tony furrowed his brow. “I don’t think he’s nobility, Rhodey.” The prince says. Rhodey sighs. “Just look through the paper. One of them might be him. And Pepper worked hard on getting those.” Tony sighs and nods. “I’ll look through them.” He promises.

Rhodey leaves and Tony looks at the large stack. He sighs. This is going to take forever.

Tony was still going through the papers when he spotted a familiar name on one of the records. The record was for a woman named Christine Palmer. Tony didn’t know how it got in there, as he was looking for men, but he was glad it did. “Christine Palmer, age 23 blah blah blah trained under Healer Helen Cho alongside Stephen Strange.” Tony smiled. He had a name. “Jarvis!”

***

“I can’t believe the prince didn’t choose me! He spent the entire ball looking at some jerk in a dress.” Stephen smiles a little as he hears Donna rant. Even if he’s never going to see the prince again, it doesn’t take away the satisfaction of hearing Donna and Victor complain about being ignored for him. Not that they knew it was him, mind you, but still.

Stephen heard a knock at the door, and saw Donna get up to answer it. He heard a gasp when it opened and Donna started stuttering. “H-Hi! W-What are you doing here? My name’s Donna. What's yours? Wait, that's silly, I already know your name.” Donna trails off and a familiar voice starts to talk.

“I’m uh… I’m looking for Stephen Strange.” Stephen can practically feel Donna’s scowl. “STEPHEN! GET OVER HERE!” Stephen sets down the rag he was using to clean the counter and walks over to the door where the prince was standing. Tony grinned at him. “Hey.” Stephen smiled slightly in response. “Hi.”

“So, I know we might not know each other very well, but I just- I just have this feeling. Stephen Strange, will you marry me?” Stephen smiled softly and walked towards the prince. “Yes.”

Tony smiles and leans forward, before hesitating. Stephen, however, doesn't hesitate and grabs the lapels of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss.

It wasn’t an automatic happily ever after, as they still had to get to know each other better, and there was the matter of Stephen’s family, but it was close, and they were happy.

#ironstrange #ao3 author #au #crossposted on ao3 #prince tony stark #tony stark #Stephen Strange #happy ending #Stephen is afraid of horses #Stephen kinda hates his hands #fairytale #Fairytale Au

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looniecartooni · 4 years ago

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Now- I don’t know if defending Gaston in the original animated Disney Beauty and the Beast is still a thing, but I’m gonna say this once and say this now... Gaston is FAR from a “good man who just wanted to sleep with Belle.” I’m tired of people saying he was the misunderstood good guy.

Exhibit A: We all know Gaston was arrogant. “So what?” you might say. Well you see- he only wanted to marry Belle because “she’s the most beautiful girl in town. That makes her the best! Abd don’t I deserve the best?” From his next lines... we can assume he does kind of have the hots for Belle. But we also hear from the other villagers that they think she is beautiful and of course- everyone in town loves Gaston therefore... that’s why Gaston thinks Belle should be his prize. He sees her as a token for his beauty. Think of it as a popular boy and popular girl situation. Not entirely that bad, but kind of some red flags. Like- he only likes her for her beauty and the fact everyone else thinks she’s beautiful.

Exhibit B: He doesn’t support her interests or cares. We see this when he and Belle first interact on screen where he takes her book, mocks her for liking it (like most of the villagers, but they’re more discreet about it) then tosses the book into a mud puddle before practically saying “You should be more interested in me.” He’s also expressed much distaste for Belle’s father, her only living relative we know of, calling him crazy and even trying to put him in an insane asylm because Belle wouldn’t marry him (big red flag I will cover again). He often projects his interests on Belle and interests for Belle on to Belle like wanting her to bear 7 boys and massage his feet. Every given moment he is with Belle he mocks what she wants and like and tells her what he wants from her and what he likes. That’s not- no. I would not (at least I hope I wouldn’t) want to date a man- or woman for that matter- any person who tells me how they want me to be and that I’m pathetic for liking what I like and not them. Big... Red flag.

Exhibit C: Biggest red flag- He’s forceful. Very forceful. When he was going to propose to Belle, he already had a wedding ceremony set up outside. Say what you want about French culture in the 1700′s or whatever time it was, but that’s a bit sudden for someone who isn’t living in Spartan times. And of course- in that same scene we see Gaston not just invite himself in wearing muddy boots he put right on Belle’s favorite book she got to keep (the same one he threw in the mud). Oh no... he backed Belle into corners while projecting his interests, about ready to force her out the door, even pinning her to said door. Now I understand some people find that sexy... Belle sure didn’t. She said no and nervously tried to get away a few times. Sure- she was strong and smart enough to give him a slip into a mud puddle, but that sure didn’t stop his temper (take out usually on his loyal friend). You still find him innocent? Need I remind you that the man’s next resort after moping like the loser he really is was to PUT HER FATHER IN A MENTAL ASYLUM!!! Not just because he was ranting off about some beast he saw- no, that was part of the excuse. It was blackmail to get Belle to marry him. By threatening to take away the one person she truly cares about and truly cared about her (other than maybe the bookseller and maybe a couple other villagers like the baker), he was going to force her to pick Gaston or her closest family. But what Gaston didn’t expect was there to be a beast. Was he worried about the village that adored him now that it existed? Was he worried about Belle’s mental state after hearing her say the Beast was kind and was stuck with her? Was he worried about how he kidnapped her father? Hahaha- after trying to throw said father into a mental asylum if Belle didn’t marry him? Of course not. In fact, I remember him asking something like, “Wait, do you actually have feelings for this beast?” Then the look on his face changed as he rallied up everyone’s fear and forced 50 Frenchmen to the castle where either they would die or the Beast would be unjustifiably murdered by the people he lied to. He even when fighting the Beast eggs him on with the line “What’s wrong, Beast?! To gentle and kind to fight back?!”

He sees Belle as his prize. He’ll sacrifice anything for that prize. Her family, her happiness, whatever she cares about that isn’t him. And because everyone likes him for his macho attitude and looks, he has influence over the people whom he could sacrifice to a hungry beast as long as it means he gets is prize. And they’re all on board with him marrying Belle (well- except for the triplet ladies who adore him)- they all probably saw it coming- heck even Belle’s father was like, “Why aren’t you going out with that Gaston fellow? Isn’t he nice?” (at least I think he said something like that. Could’ve sworn he did...). Everyone probably thought those two would settle down- Gaston’ll get her eventually. And Gaston was determined to do anything to get her... anything that would force her to be a part of his ideal life. And what about the Beast?

- The Beast did trap Belle’s father, but the father did enter unannounced. The servants were nice to him, but the Beast had an uncontrollable temper. Granted, he may’ve been transformed into a Beast when he was 12 because he had apparently no parents around and acted angry and selfish to the wrong person.

-Belle said she’d take his place instead to which the servants (granted wanted to be free from the curse but were also pretty nice) insisted he give better living conditions to.

-When Belle ran away (respectively frightened after he got mad about the rose which he told her indirectly to stay way from) he saved her from being attacked by wolves.

- When he got mad at her for trying to help, Belle got mad back (which is granted unhealthy for starting a relationship) it made him stop and rethink things.

- Despite people claiming it to be Stockholm Syndrome, the Beast and Belle got to know each other and try to understand one another. When the Beast couldn’t eat with a spoon, she decided not to eat with a spoon. He let her teach him how to get birds to eat out of his hand and playfully had a snowball fight where he lost.

-In return for Belle’s kindness, the servants gave her fancy dresses and he gave her his Library and let her read to him. Note that Belle loves reading and in a holiday special he got mad he got a storybook for his birthday. Something’s there that wasn’t there before ;-)

- When Belle missed the outside, he gave her his only window outside.

- When Belle saw her father in danger, he let her go, despite if it benefitted him (granted the servants were a bit peeved because it affects them too).

-He didn’t really fight Gaston. He asked why Belle came back after he freed her.

I mean- both men have their ups and downs (kind of some crazy downs) on why Belle should not be with either of them. But would you rather have a person treat you like you’re their trophy and everything you do reflects their ideals or someone who tries to understand you and grows from the person they were to someone who understands and tries caring about what you think?

Think Gaston would have eventually listened to Belle read a story book? Or the Beast never could control his temper? Go ahead. Tell me. I know where I stand

#diseny #gaston #beauty and the beast

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years ago

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Fluff on MC taking Helena to a Ren Faire?

Trigger Warning: Reference to abuse

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I smile at the memories that flood my mind as I slowly pulled Helena's old cloak out from of the back of the closet. The smell of wet earth and campfire fills my senses as I lay it out onto the bed, pulling out the light brown tunic that hung behind it next. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago - yet, just yesterday - since the last time we had worn them.

"Hm? What is all this for, My Love?" Helena says as she walks into the room, immediately tracing her fingers softly over the soft dark fabric of her cloak. A small smile of fondness reaches her mouth, and my heart can't help but swell.

"Sorry, babe. It's a surprise." I say. She beams at the last word and moves closer to me.

"I still remember the day you picked this out for me." She says warmly. "You looked at me like no one else ever had. You were the first person to ever truly see me, you know."

"Lucky me." I say with a smirk, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. "Now, let's hurry up and get these on. Sophie will be here any minute."

She stares at me inquisitively for a moment and then hums, walking over to the bed as she takes the soft fabric into her hands. I can't help but stare as she begins to strip from her daily wear, and magically transforms into the woman who originally stole my breath away. The woman who didn't know her true worth, who battled her inner demons day after day until she finally found peace. She catches me staring and I blush. Her sapphire eyes turning hungry as she realizes the affect this is having on me.

"If you keep looking like that at me, my love, we will never make it to this mysterious surprise of yours." The promise in her tone makes me blush even harder and I quickly start changing into my tunic before I can change my mind, her eyes never leaving me until the last strap is fastened.

"Well.. let's get going. Sophie's downstairs." I say quickly.

I make it about half way to the door before Helena stops me - bringing me into a heated kiss as she wraps her arms around me. It takes everything in me not to immediately undress her, not to immediately take her right then and there, to write my love into her skin - but the joy I knew she was about to feel gives me the strength to finally pull away.

"As you wish, my love." She says with a laugh as she takes my hand is hers and leads us out of the apartment.

Sophie gives us a wide grin from inside of the car. She’s wearing the outfit Solaire gifted her for the wedding, and I can’t help but smile.

"You girls ready?" She asks as Helena and I get into the car.

"You bet!" I exclaim, unable to hold my excitement back any longer.

Helena simply hums as she leans into the back seat - always so completely content to sit back and watch the scenery of the world pass her by. Every so often her curiosity would get the best of her and she'd inquire about something interesting that she had never seen before, and I was always more than happy to answer her. The incredible growth she had gone through since coming to this world was one to be truly inspired by. She was finally beginning to see her worth, and I would spend the rest of my life making sure she felt it everyday. I can't help the extreme surge of excitement that passes through my body as we finally make it to our destination. This would be a day that Helena would certainly not forget.

"Are you ready, babe?" I ask as I turn to face her. She smiles at me fondly and nods.

"Always, my love. I would follow you anywhere."

I blush slightly at her affections, always disarmed with how she could turn a phrase. We exit the car and I take her hand in mine, eagerly leading her through the parking lot and towards the large wooded area in front of us. A giant wooden sign that read KING RICHARD'S FAIRE stood above the entry way.

"Helena. I have a feeling you're going to feel quite a bit at home in here." I give the woman at the gate our tickets and Helena's eye widen with a sort of awe inspiring joy.

"What... what is this place?" She asks barely above a whisper.

"This, babe, is a renaissance faire. It's basically the closest thing we have to your world... only without the magic, unfortunately." I take her arm in mine and start to lead her through the crowded faux cobble stone walk way.

"How incredible.. It literally could be taken directly out of the human realms." She says as she slowly takes in all of her surroundings. The smell of caramel apples and turkey legs fills the air as I lead her over towards the large shopping area.

"I figured we could look around for a bit before the jousting match begins." I say, stopping at a shop with a particularly large selection of beautiful hand made rings. The smooth wood and polished stones so carefully inlayed into each one, reminded me of my own ring. I smile as I run my fingers over it - the wood slightly worn now, but the feelings it invoked were just as strong as the first day Helena had slipped it on my finger.

"Come on, girl. I need a turkey leg, and now." Sophie says abruptly before running off towards the food vendors. I laugh as I'm sufficiently pulled from my day dreams and follow after her. The smells are delicious and thoroughly overwhelming to the senses. My mouth waters as we finally catch up to her, and I take Helena's arm in mine.

"What are you thinking, babe?" I ask her, squeezing her hand gently. I watch as her pensive eyes scan their way across the many fair delicacies, catching the glint in her eyes as they land on a vendor selling fresh meat pies.

"Do those not remind you of our first meal together, My Love? After we escaped?" She asks the words so casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. To escape her abuser - her literal demons - the woman who made her kneel until her knees were black. Even after all these years, her strength still astounded me. Blinking back a few tears, I give her a nod and begin to lead the way.

"Of course. I still remember that day like it was yesterday." I give her a warm smile as we take our place in line.

"It is amazing how detailed everyone's costume here is. You would not know they were not from my world." She takes a moment to scan the crowd and I do too -. My eyes immediately falling on a woman who's costume could only be described as epic. Her ashen skin so meticulously painted - brilliantly accented the silver and purple hues that intertwined through the complex braids that decorated her hair. The four arms she adorned moved with ease, remarkably realistic to the untrained eye. The sultry lines of her face only slightly obscured by a black lace veil that covers it. A beautiful red head stood next to her, dressed regal enough to be royalty - her arm tightly wrapped around the woman's waist. The love in their eyes was undeniable - unwavering - and I couldn't help but smile. They were chatting with a gorgeous dark haired woman - who looked entirely unenthused - emerald tips flowing down her shoulders, and a petite woman who stood next to her - wearing a scowl on her face, and the most flawlessly painted flowers I had ever seen put on a person's body.

"Their costumes are incredibly well done, no?" Helena asks, looking over at the same group of people.

"You could say that again, babe." I reply with a laugh, just in time for a set of silvered eyes to lock onto mine through the intricate designs of a thin veil. I can feel a slight blush rise to my cheeks as the woman smirks - giving me a small wink before turning back to her party. Helena catches the exchange and smiles.

"The woman has excellent taste, at least." She says fondly, and I feel the blush start to grow darker.

"A-anyways.. We should go find Sophie. The jousting tournament is about to begin." Helena gives me an inquisitive look, and I continue. "It's like a Knight’s sparring match. Complete with horses.”

She gives me a small hum and we make our back through the crowds. We find Sophie talking with a group of guys dressed like elves, each one of them completely enamored with her. I laugh to myself and wave her over to us before heading towards the other side of the fair ground. Helena's excitement only grows with each vendor we pass, with each specialty food that reminds her of home. It was heartwarming to me that she could still look back on that place with such fondness. A place that once held so much darkness and pain for her, so much hopelessness and death - Now could be a place of warmth. We didn't get to visit the others often, but Helena always treasured it when we did.

We get to the outside arena just in time for the show to begin. Everyone in the crowd had a flag to wave - blue for one knight, and red for the other. I buy Helena a red one before the three of us take our seats. The crowd around us, a sea of red flags, cheers as their opponent enters the arena, with loud boos and hisses as the Blue Knight takes their spot. The look in Helena's eyes is one of pure wonder and joy as the two knights begin their battle. Round after round until finally, much to the crowds dismay, the Red Knight falls. The Blue Knight, sits up proudly on his horse, with a smug smile on his face as he addresses the crowd.

"Your mighty knight hath fallen! Is there any just commoner that would like to avenge his death!? Anyone who will duel for his honor?"

His voice bellows across the crowd as they all remain quiet. I can see a small smile come to the corner of Helena's mouth, and had to laugh at what I can tell was about to take place. She gracefully stands, instantly demanding attention like the Goddess that she is.

"If you would do me the honor, dear Knight. I would love nothing more than to avenge his honor." Her voice is calm and collected as she steps down into the crowd, and onto the brown grass of the fair grounds.

"A-as you wish, my lady." The Blue Knight - obviously taken back by the fact this tall, blonde, seemingly harmless looking woman, wanted to duel him. "The weapon of choice today is the mighty sword. I hope you are ready, Miss."

The glint that comes to Helena's eyes almost stops the man from handing her the swords at all, not even aware of the damage she could do to him - even with a set of prop ones, such as these - Helena takes a moment to bow before they both take their stances. As soon as the starter gun goes off, all I can see if a blur of moonlit hair against the crushed night velvet of her cloak. Each flawless swing takes the Blue Knight by surprise. She's the most incredible thing I've ever seen - A cyclone of strength, and beauty - pain and healing. I watch as her cloak twirls one last time before the knight fall to his knees. The crowd erupts into applause as he raises his swords and then lays them down as a sign of defeat.

“You have won, My Lady. You have defeated me.” The man says as he plays the part and falls besides his swords.

Sophie and I can't help but to scream and cheer with the rest of the crowd as Helena rises - her silken hair falls back effortlessly against her shoulders, not a strand out of place, not a breath to catch. She was perfect - Outshining the sun as she stands ever so humbly in front of the crowd. A small smile on her face as she locks eyes with me. To the people in the crowd, what she did seemed to be a truly incredible feat, but they had no idea what Helena had already overcome in her life. How she faced and battled demons much bigger, and scarier than this, every day of her life - and just like today, with the warm sun shining behind her like a beacon - She triumphed. She’s risen each time a little less banged up than the last, and sometimes, like today, she rises as the great and powerful sorceress that she is, with a cool autumn breeze in her hair, and a warm smile on her face.

#Anonymous #answered #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #lovestruck helena #helena x mc #love and legends helena #helena klein #fluffy #fluff #sporadic sunday

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theacequeerworld · 4 years ago

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Heyyy! I had to write a fairy tale for my English class, so I figured i’d share it. It’s probably not great, but whatever. Food trigger warming, but I think that’s all. If you want me to put another trigger warning please let me know. I was very tempted to make it gay, but then I remembered that we have to do peer editing and I’m not out at school. I hope you enjoyed❤️ Please tell me what you think💗

Once upon a time there was a faraway land, with towering mountains and rolling hills. There were small villages, with straw roof houses and dirt roads. In the middle of this Kingdom there is a castle, the mightiest castle you have ever laid your eyes upon. Turrets that reached the sky, and flags, waving in the wind as though dancing to a secret melody. In this castle there lived a young Princess named Rolan. Although fair of face, with blue eyes and sandy hair, he was coldhearted, and cruel to his people. His father the King was worried about what kind of a ruler his son would make once he was gone.

Eventually word reached the King’s ear, of a powerful sorceress with extraordinary magic. Fearing for his kingdom, he summoned the sorceress to his castle. He asked her to perform a spell, one that would make his son as kind as he was beautiful. The old woman warned him that magic was not to be used lightly, and that he did not know what he was tampering with. The King demanded she preform the spell on his son anyway. So, the sorceress went to Rolan that night. “You are wicked,” she told him, “and a burden to the good people of this kingdom. If you can find someone who loves you before a fortnight is up, everything will go back to as it was. However, fail to do so and you will be stuck in this body forever.” She waved her wand and Rolan was transformed into a pink, fat, curly-tailed pig.

The King was furious. Red of face, and arms flailing he screamed at the sorceress. “You are a witch,” he yelled “leave this place and never return. This is not what I asked of you.”

“You shall come to see it as I do. Your prince brought this upon his, and now he must come to terms with his fate.” She tottered out the door, shaking her finger at the king.

“Never fear father. I am the crown prince and finding someone who loves me shall not be of any tribulation, even though I am stuck it this ghastly body.” said Rolan. So, his father sent out letters, one to every Kingdom with an eligible heir. The King invited them all to a ball, proclaiming that whoever fell in love with his son would marry the prince and rule the Kingdom when he passed.

The Princesses soon arrived, and they were all adorned in the finest fabric and accompanied by the most handsome footmen, each hoping that they would be the one to rule the kingdom. The king welcomed them with open arms, desperate that one might love his son. However, when the King stood up to present his son, and Rolan stood before them they Princesses screamed in horror. They proclaimed that they could never love a pig, no matter how much land they would govern.

As Rolan stared up at their disgusted faces, he realized the Sorceress was right. He was wicked, as he had look at so many villagers the way these Princesses now looked at him.

That night Rolan’s father came to speak with him. “What are we to do,” He cried out. “I cannot have a pig govern, no more than I would trust a dog to collect taxes.”

Rolan was dejected. He sat in his room for days, only appearing for meals. He realized his mistake, but it was too late. Nobody could ever love him. He went to his father one night and told him he was going to leave. “There is nothing for me here,” he said, “so I shall travel the kingdom, and start a new life as a pig.”

He left that night and was in the village by morning. He traveled for days, stopping only for food and water. By now the whole kingdom knew of his story and he was taunted and laughed at wherever he went. Rolan deserved it, he knew what he had done. But it hurt. It hurt to know he had made others feel this way. He wandered into a farm town, with fields of wheat and pastures where horses and cows grazed. “This is a lovely town. Perhaps this is where I can start my new life.

As Rolan strolled down the streets he heard a snicker. “Look, it’s the pig prince. Not so handsome now, are you.” A group of boys laughed.

“Stop that!” Rolan saw a girl step out of the house. She was beautiful, with deep brown eyes and shining black hair. “Stop all of you. Laughing makes you no better than he was.”

The boys hung their heads and scampered off. She turned to Rolan. “My names Allia.”

“You have my thanks. Few people would have stood up for a pig. I’m not very popular among villagers.”

“Well, that was before. You are not the man you once were. You are welcome to stay with me, for as long as you wish.”

“Again, you have my thanks.” And he did. He stayed with Allia for years, and not once did she complain, or criticize him. She was kind and good.

One morning Rolan woke up to realize that Allia was gone. Frantic with worry he ran out of the house as fast as his stubby pig legs could carry him. Rolan ran around the town, asking everyone he saw if they knew where she was. The baker told him that Allia had gone down to the river.

When Rolan reached the riverbank, he let out a breath he did not know he had been holding. Allia was there, picking berries. “Oh, you're awake. I was going to surprise you with breakfast.” “I was so worried.” Rolan cried. “I thought something had happened to you. I love you.” And to his surprise, he meant it. And suddenly, with a puff of smoke the sorceress appeared. “I knew you would come to see it as I do. You have found a girl who loves you as a pig.” She told him.

“But you said I had a fortnight. It's been years.” Rolan protested. “If I made the spell, I could reverse it.” And with a flick of her wand she turned Rolan back into a man.

“Thank you, thank you.” He threw his arms around the old woman. Then he turned to Allia. “Would you give me the honor of becoming my wife.”

So Rolan and Allia traveled back to the castle. The King was overjoyed, and Rolan and Allia got married that night. The King decided to step down and Rolan was pronounced King the very next day. They all lived happily ever after. The end.

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goldgalaxytea-fanfics · 4 years ago

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I'll Hold You When Things Go Wrong

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Relationships: Luka Couffaine | Viperion x Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Original Akumatized Character(s), Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir

Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, Reveal, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Identity Reveal, Luka Couffaine Knows, Protective Luka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine Loves Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Established Relationship, Fighting, Canon-Typical Violence, Akuma Attack, Akuma Possession, Original Akuma, Akuma Battle, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Akuma Villain Controls Ladybug, Controlled Ladybug, Mind Control, Mind Controlled Ladybug, Viperion is forced to fight Ladybug, Viperion, Lukanette, Vipernette, Viperbug, Kissing

Words: 1,366

Summary:

The fight ended almost too quickly, the villain falling easily to Ladybug’s Lucky Charm and Viperion’s Second Chance. That alone should’ve raised some red flags but neither superhero had sensed anything amiss. Ladybug broke the akumatized object, a bright red glove, but no akuma emerged from it.

Something’s wrong.

Notes:

I had the honor of being a writer in the @luckycharmzine! It was a lot of fun working with @nanoko-aishino to create an amazing matching story & artwork! You can check out her beautiful artwork along with all the other amazing works in the zine HERE! The zine is digital & free!

Special thanks to @jammies122 for beta-ing!💖

It started off as just another fight with an akumatized villain atop the roofs of Paris. Today's akuma was Controller, a red monochromatic person with the ability to control others by blasting them with a red beam of light. Due to the dangerous nature of the akuma's power, Ladybug and Viperion were tasked with taking them down while Chat Noir and the other heroes kept the civilians under the akuma’s control at bay. It would be a much easier fight if they didn’t have to worry about battling an army while also keeping civilians out of the crossfire.

Something’s wrong.

Unfortunately, the alarm bells sounded a second too late. Before anyone could react, a red light struck Ladybug in the back. Viperion could only watch in shock as the superheroine’s eyes turned pure white and she adopted a monochromatic red palette similar to Controller. He had already used Second Chance, so there was no way he could go back and fix this.

Ladybug's face was void of any emotions when she turned to face him. Her white eyes were blank and lifeless, the sight made Viperion's heart drop. He had to fix this as fast as possible or else there would be no way to take down the akuma, and if they didn't defeat them then, there wouldn't be a way to free Ladybug. His mind raced, desperate to find a solution, any solution.

Crazed laughter broke him from his thoughts, eyes widening as the real Controller landed on the roof beside the unnaturally still superheroine.

"Ha! I can't believe you both fell for my decoy; I thought heroes were supposed to be smarter than this!" Giggles escaped them as they pulled the costume off of the decoy, revealing a controlled civilian. With a wave of their hand the civilian ran off, leaving the three of them alone. "And thanks to you, I now have the Ladybug under my control! This is too easy." Controller smirked at the snake hero, eyes wide as they mocked him. Viperion met their gaze, never faltering as he glared them down, body posed and ready to strike.

The villain giggled and launched themself towards him. He jumped to the side and spun around, hands reaching for their glove. But before he could wrap his fingers around it, the red villain cartwheeled out of his reach, their smile so wide it looked like their face was going to break. They raised a hand up, gesturing in his direction.

Next thing he knew he was on the ground, body sore as he quickly jumped back up. Ladybug was in a fighting stance, preparing to kick him again. He dodged, her foot grazing him as he backflipped away from her. Viperion attempted to meet her gaze but she just looked right through him.

"Ladybug, I know you're still in there! You have to fight it!" The teal suited hero pleaded. The red heroine didn't show any acknowledgment of his words, not hesitating as her fist flew towards his face. Viperion grabbed her wrist, stopping the attack before it could land. She struggled but he refused to let her go. "Please, I don't want to fight you…"

Controller chuckled behind him.

"Oh, but she wants to fight you."

Ladybug kicked his shins, causing Viperion to stumble back. She took advantage of this to free herself. Not wasting any time, she leg swiped the off-balanced hero. He hit the ground, the air forced from his lungs.

As he desperately tried to regain his breath, a loud beep sounded from Ladybug's earrings. Time was running out, they only had a minute until she would transform back.

Viperion swiped at her legs, knocking Ladybug to the ground. He took the opportunity to restrain her, his body securing her in place and preventing her from escaping. He desperately tried to snap her out of the villain's control.

"Ladybug, please, you need to snap out of it! I-"

"BEHIND YOU!" Chat Noir yelled. Viperion's head whipped around a second too late. The villain kicked him off of Ladybug, allowing the bug heroine to resume fighting. Viperion got up, taking up a battle stance alongside the cat hero. The two sides were at a standstill until a bright pink light signaled the end of Ladybug's transform.

Without a second thought, Viperion leaped at Ladybug, wrapping his arms around her and quickly moving them both out of view of the villain as Ladybug detransformed. Controller made a move to follow, visibly upset by the sudden appearance of the black-suited hero.

"Ugh! You're ruining my fun!" The red villain stomped their feet, fuming like a child throwing a tantrum. Chat just smirked.

"But the purrty's only just begun!"

The sound of their bickering and fighting faded as Viperion kneeled on the ground, focused on keeping a red monochrome version of his girlfriend in his arms. Marinette fought against him, trying every trick she could to escape but he refused to let her go.

"Please, Marinette...come back to me…" He pleaded desperately, but his words still had no effect on her. So he did the last thing he could do, an idea based on the fairytales his sister's girlfriend was always talking about. Love was said to be a powerful emotion, strong enough to break any spell. So he brought his lips to hers.

The struggling slowed until she suddenly jerked back, eyes comically wide and cheeks red. Luckily, that was the only part of her that was red as the rest of her returned to her original colors. Viperion smiled, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's okay, Marinette. I got you."

"Ah!" She hid behind her hands. "Viperion, what are you doing?! I have a b-boyfriend-" It was obvious she was trying to pretend their identities were still a secret, but the cat was no longer in the bag.

"It's okay, you know I'm Luka." He removed her hands from her face, using his hold on them to intertwine their fingers, although Marinette still refused to meet his gaze.

"But we're not supposed to know each other's identities, it's not safe! What if-"

"It's okay, my love. Nothing bad will happen to us. I trust you with my life. I know you'd never tell anyone my identity." He removed one of his hands from hers , bringing it up to softly hold her face. "And your secret is safe with me, it always has been."

Marinette's eyes finally met his, wide in shock as her mouth hung open.

"What?! You knew?!"

"I didn't know for sure, but I had a pretty strong feeling. Remember our first date, the one that got interrupted by an akuma attack?" Marinette nodded. "Well after I saw you disappear into a bathroom and Ladybug ran back out a moment later it was pretty obvious. But mostly it's because you're so amazing and kind. You have such a beautiful melody that I can recognize you easily, with or without the mask."

"Oh, Luka," A smile finally broke Marinette's distressed face. "I love you." She brought her lips to his.

"My lady-" Marinette jumped back from Viperion while he curled his body around her, making sure she was hidden from view of the cat hero. "-the villain has been defeated, it's time for you to purr-ify the akuma."

"Just a minute, Chat! I'll meet you over there!" Chat nodded before disappearing back to comfort the freed akuma victim. Marinette pulled away from her boyfriend's arms, quickly feeding Tikki a cookie and transforming.

The akuma was purified and everything was fixed by Ladybug's Lucky Charm. After a well-earned "pound it" from the three superheroes Chat ran off, leaving Viperion and Ladybug alone on the roof. The snake hero leaned in; hands cradling her face as he once again brought their lips together. He pulled back just enough to smile softly at his lover.

"I love you too, Marinette."

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munofsilver · 4 years ago

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Stuck In Between Chapter 2

This is once again for @gaalee-bingo This chapter is Sharing a bed from bingo bounce card 1. You can read it one Ao3. Summary: After a visit from an old friend Gaara hears some good news. Later on, Lee knows he will have to stay the night, but there is only one bed and two people.

The food was the best thing Lee ate in years. He couldn’t help himself and gobbled it down quickly. Now he kind of regrets it since he has the hiccups. The plates Gaara and Lee were using turned back into yellow leaves. “Where is he getting all these colored leaves?” Lee wonders. It’s spring, and the trees are full of green still. Not to mention Gaara never left the cave since Lee been here. By now, Lee gets it that Gaara lives in this cave, but Lee still has questions.

With the rain, Lee can’t tell what time it is. He did see some sun not that long ago, so he knows it’s daytime, at least. Now that the hiccups are gone, Lee tries to get some answers. It seems Gaara has something to say.

“Since you will be here for a while, I should know your name.”

A red flag enters Lee’s mind. He remembers that if humans give their name to a yokai, they will own you and control you. Lee doesn’t want to be controlled again. He just escaped from that. With another sigh of annoyance, Gaara speaks up again, “Not all yokai can steal a person’s name. The ones that do will try to either force you or trick you into giving it. I only suggested it. I can’t do anything with your name, but if you’re that worried, you can give me a fake one.”

Lee doesn’t have any other name but his own and the one that his captured called him. He is done with that life, so his only option is, “My name is Lee.”

Gaara’s ears rise, and he looks towards the back of the cave. He puts out the fire and places a hand on the cave wall. It opens as it did before, “Another one is coming.”

Lee stands up as the cave opening starts it’s closing. Without a word, the young man enters the new opening. Gaara takes his hand off, and it closes. He heads to the back of the cave and claps his hands or together like he was going to pry, only to rub them a bit as he moves them over his head. He opens his hands and brings them down in front of his face, then on the wall. The cave’s back then fades away as four turtle looking creatures come out, followed by another tanuki. The four kappas leave, each giving a little wave at Gaara, while the tanuki stays.

“Want me to keep it open?” Gaara asked.

“I can open it myself on this side,” the tanuki said, sitting by a rock.

Gaara closed his hands, and the wall returned, “What do I owe the pleasure, Shukaku?”

Shukaku places a leaf on the rock and transforms it into a table. He places two cups and a bottle on the table along with some tasty human treats, “I’m here to celebrate.” Shukaku answered while pouring sake into the cups.

“Celebrate what? Is my father letting me back into the yokai world, and I can see my siblings again?” Gaara sits down and takes the cup Shukaku slides over.

“No luck with that, I’m afraid. You can still only visit by chance. I’ll try again next time I see him,” Shukaku raises his sake cup, “I’m here to tell you that you’re going to be an uncle,” Shukaku clings his cup with Gaara’s and gulps the sake.

Gaara doesn’t move like a deer in headlights, “You mean, Temari is…” “Is with child,” Shukaku cuts off Gaara.

A small smile appears on Gaara. He’s happy his sister found love. Gaara movies the hair that was covering his forehead and brushed a hand over his mark. “I guess this means she won’t be visiting much for a while,” Gaara takes a sip of the sake.

Shukaku pours himself another cup full, “You’re father doesn’t know. She wanted me to tell you first,” he slams down his sake, “Kankuro does know.”

Gaara finishes his sake and pours himself another one, “How is he?”

“Fine. Still hates the human world. That reminds me he wants me to bring you something,” Shukaku brings out a colored box made out of marble.

Gaara has never seen Kankuro make or own anything so beautiful before. He reaches for it as Shukaku slides it over.

“He didn’t make it. Kankuro said it belonged to your mother.”

Gaara freezes in mid-reach. His mother, this was once his mother’s. The thought of his mother made Gaara move away from the box, “I’ll open it later,” he mumbled.

Once the bottle of sake is gone, Shukaku leaves, turning the table back into a rock. Gaara picks up the leaf that the older tanuki left behind and adds it with the others in his magic leaf box. Placing both boxes on a shelf, he keeps hidden. Gaara traces his hand across the one that was once his mother’s before closing the closet. He starts the fire up again and opens the way for Lee.

Lee was standing in front of the wall; there’s not much else he could do. There’s not much light, only a small opening that Lee couldn’t reach or climb too. After a while of staring at the wall, Lee looks around this little room. The only thing in the room was a garden. Lee remembered Gaara saying he had one. Lee makes his way towards the garden, but when he got closer, something stopped him.

Some invisible force was blocking his way. Soon everything got blurry, and Lee felt a bit sleepy. He was about to pass out when he heard Gaara’s voice, “Enough, let the human go!”

Like that, Lee’s vision returned to normal, and he is no longer tired. He is very confused, “Sorry, that is something to keep others out. I don’t want anyone to damage my garden,” Gaara says as he drags Lee out.

“I would never do anything to your garden. I only wanted to look at it,” Lee defends himself.

“I don’t want anyone looking at it either,” Gaara snarled non threateningly.

“Then why put me in there then?” Lee breaks free from Gaara’s grip.

“I needed someplace to hide you. Who knows who is coming out of the yokai world or what they will do if they see you,” Gaara growled threateningly.

“I thought yokai wandered around everywhere,” Lee shyly says.

“You humans have everything about yokai wrong. For the most part,” Gaara stops walking and turns to face Lee. “One major thing is we usually look nothing like in the pictures you humans drew of us,” Gaara crosses his arms.

“I can tell since you have a human form,” Lee looks Gaara up and down, “How do you look in your animal form? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Different than other tanukis,” Gaara looks away, “I hate it.”

Lee leaves it at that. He doesn’t want to upset his host. On a rock, Lee noticed some rice balls that weren’t there before. “Did you make those?” Lee points to them.

Gaara looks over his shoulder at the rice balls. Then he focused back at Lee, “No. A friend stopped by and forgot them when he left. You can have some if you want.”

Lee can’t remember the last time he had rice balls. His father, Gai, would pack him rice balls before Lee heads out sometimes. That was a long time ago, sadly. Does he dare take some? He did have a big breakfast this morning. Lee is starting to get hungry again, so he gives in and takes two rice balls. Leaving one left that Gaara took for himself.

Little did Lee know that half the day is already gone. Looking outside, Lee can see a patch of less sun until finally, he sees the moon. Something pops into Lee’s head.

“With all this rain, won’t the animal and humans that live in the forest drown?”

Gaara looks up from whatever he was doing; Lee couldn’t see, “No. The animals were giving warning before the rain sprite came, No humans live in the forest. They pass through,” Gaara goes back to his thing.

“Everything will be fine then?” Lee asks, daring to sneak closer to Gaara.

“Always has been. Do you usually worry so much?”

“Does it bother you?” Lee is behind Gaara now.

Gaara knows Lee is looking over his shoulder. He doesn’t mind; Lee will have to learn the hard way. There are two light green leaves in front of Gaara; he has already hidden the box. The tanuki places a hand on each of the leaves and closes his eyes. Lee watches in awe, wondering what he’s doing. There was a puff of smoke that made Lee light-headed, and two light green blankets replace the leaves.

“That’s how you do it,” Lee didn’t know he spoke out loud.

Gaara doesn’t say anything picks them up, and moves to a rock near the wall on the right. Placing a dead looking leaf on it and more smoke and a bed was there. That could fit two people.

“Are you suggesting we share the same bed?” Lee’s eyes widen with shock.

“We’re both males and will have our clothes on. It’s not like we will be doing anything,” Gaara looks at Lee, “You’re not suggesting anything, are you?” Gaara raised an eyebrow if he had one.

“No, not at all,” Lee raises his hands and shakes them with his head, “I was only wondering, why not make two beds?” Lee pokes his two index fingers together.

It has been years since Lee slept in a bed. He almost forgot what they looked like. Sleeping on anything other than a cold hard floor is welcoming for Lee, even if it means sharing it with a tanuki.

“I can only make one, but I can make it any size,” Gaara looks at the bed, “I’ll make it bigger next time if you want.”

“It should be fine. Thank you,” Lee smiles.

Gaara seems confused. Besides his siblings, no one has ever thanked him. Now the young tanuki doesn’t quite know what to say or do. Should he even say or do anything?

“Ummm. You are welcome,” Gaara slowly says.

Lee decides he wants to help, taking the blankets, he starts to make the bed, while Gaara stands there watching. Working, Lee starts to hums a tune that Gaara remembers from his childhood. Before he died, Gaara’s uncle Yashamaru would hum the same tune to Gaara every night before bed. Once done, Lee turns around to see Gaara staring at him, looking hurt. Before Lee could say anything, Gaara asks a question.

“How do you know that tune?”

“It’s a very well known lullaby in the village I was born,” Lee answers.

Gaara doesn’t react, but Lee continues, “There are words to it. I don’t remember. My father didn’t know the words, only the tune.”

Gaara only nods. They stare at each other for a few minutes before Gaara walks away.

“I have to attend to my garden for a bit. Feel free to go to bed if you want,” Gaara says looking, over his shoulder.

Lee watches Gaara enter the wall, still unsure how he does that. Lee gets into the bed. It’s nice, soft, and surprisingly warm. Wrapping the blanket around his leg, Lee smiles as he closes his eyes. “I miss sleeping in a bed,” Lee sighs as he rolls to his side back, facing the wall.

“You don’t sleep in a bed? I thought humans did.”

Lee’s eyes open wide. Laying next to Lee on his side, facing him was Gaara. He was not expecting the yokai to be back so soon. Lee scouts back a bit. Bring the blanket towards his neck.

“We do sleep in beds. I used to long ago.”

“Why don’t you anymore?” Gaara blinks.

Not wanting to talk about it, Lee fakes a yawn, “I’m getting tired. I’m going to sleep now,” Lee pretends to fall asleep. Gaara keeps staring at him, and Lee can feel it. Looking over Lee, Gaara noticed a few small bruises on his neck. Like someone was choking him or wearing something very tight. Look both old and new; some were almost healed. Gaara turns his back towards Lee and drifts off into sleep.

In the morning, Lee felt something soft around his arms and tickling his ear. He wakes up to see he is hugging Gaara’s tail. He’s facing Gaara, whose back is towards him hugging his big fluffy tanuki tail. It appears that Gaara doesn’t notice, but Lee lets go anyway. Too scared to see if Gaara is awake or not, so Lee acts like he’s asleep.

“Do you like my tail?”

Hearing Gaara made Lee pull the blanket over his head to hide his blush. Gaara wags his tail a little. When he knows Lee isn’t going to say anything, he rolls over to face him.

“I only ask because most of the night, you were hugging my tail while petting it. Keep saying how fluffy and soft it is.”

Lee can’t believe he did all that and that Gaara noticed it. Was he awake all night, or did Lee hugging his tail wake him up? Perhaps Gaara doesn’t sleep much; he is a yokai tanuki after all. When did Lee start all the petting and hugging?

“My ears may not be fluffy, but they are soft if you want to touch them?”

Taking the blanket off his head. Lee is looking at Gaara’s tanuki ears. They flick and turn to the side. Gaara sighs as he gets out of bed.

“Maybe later someone is coming,” he glanced over his shoulder at Lee.

He only nods, knowing full well what he means and needs to do. Getting out of bed even though he didn’t want to, Lee walks over to the wall. He is showing his hands to Gaara.

“I promise I won’t look at your garden.”

“Don’t worry. The room I’ll open for you will have something you can see and touch if you want,” Gaara walks next to Lee and opens the wall.

Lee sees Gaara placing his hand on the wall and pushing it. Then the wall opens like before. The confused human will ask later right now he enters the room so Gaara can do what he needs to. If only he can stop thinking about that soft fluffy tail tickling his ear.

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