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skai6 · 4 years ago

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Hey, I saw your post asking for prompts :) I was thinking slight angst, with Jaskier trying to (not so) subtly let Geralt know of his feelings for him, but it doesn't work till Jaskier loses hope :) Happy ending, of course, cuz I have the angst endurance of a 5yo :)

Thanks for taking the time to do this :)

I didn’t know where I was going with this when I started but it checks all of the above! (Emphasis on Angst with happy ending)

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It started with:

“You know, Geralt, I might have a thing for white hair and big swords.”

To which came the reply:

“Good for you.”

And Jaskier hasn’t stopped ever since. He would throw in a word or two at any given chance, compliment, tease, flirt, anything to get the witcher’s attention, to drill into that thick skull of his just how desperately in love Jaskier was with him.

That, however, was easier said than done.

Two decades of trial and failure, Jaskier learned the hard way that it was perhaps not that Geralt was slow-witted, an idiot, a complete and utter fool, that on the contrary, the other might have understood the context, picked up the hints, but simply did not care enough to reciprocate.

And oh did that realization hurt.

They spent their days on the road and Jaskier spent every second of it sulking. He was terribly mad, not at Geralt, but at himself, for being so blinded by the promise of hope that he did not see reason for the past twenty fucking years. Gods, if anyone was a fool out of the two, it had to be him.

Give it another decade or two, he told himself sarcastically, I’ll eventually get over the biggest rip-off of a fucking lifetime.

And when Jaskier was mad, he did not hesitate to burst out at every given chance. So, one evening, when Geralt returned from a hunt two hours later than planned, he found Jaskier at the inn’s rented chamber, waiting for him. Jaskier could smell it a mile away, the outrageous mixture of liquor and perfume, and that was it. The perfect opportunity - his chance to let out some steam.

After twenty fucking years, he deserved it.

“Where in the gods have you been?” he yelled, standing with his hands on his hips, as if he had been waiting in that same posture for hours, boiling with the urgent need to start a fight.

Geralt didn’t flinch at his tone. He clicked the door shut behind and began tiredly uncluttering his armour.

“Beast’s taken longer to slay.”

And if Jaskier was not angry enough before, the lie did the rest of the work.

“Do I look like an idiot?” he scoffed, “No, really, do I?”

Geralt threw a skeptical gaze his way, said nothing, then returned to rearrange his armour on the dresser and marched to the bed to begin undoing his boots.

Jaskier stamped after him.

“I’m talking to you, sir!” he yelled, “You can’t just leave me here and come back whenever you please! If you’re taking longer out there you ought to let me know! What am I? Your fucking wife?”

Geralt grunted, and to Jaskier’s horror, he sounded amused.

“You find this funny? How dare you!” he spat, “And look at me when I’m talking to you!”

On the bed, Geralt kicked off his boots with a sigh and, at last, fixed his golden gaze on him. Calm and collected. To Jaskier - unbelievably infuriating.

“What’s with you?” he said, “Got a horse’s hoof up your arse? Calm down.”

Jaskier’s anger only spiked.

“Calm down?” His voice raised an octave, and he threw his head back to force out an exaggerated laugh. “Oh dear, oh yes, but of course! How come I haven’t thought of it? The cure to all of my misfortune! Calming the fuck down! He goes out there doing gods know what, never telling me when he returns and I have to remain prettily seated like some fucking ornament, waiting for him. Listen here, you bastard. If there is one person in this room with a horse’s hoof up their arse, that’s you. And that whore of yours you’ve been fucking all night? My condolences to her expectations. She could do so much better than a butcher.”

And that last sentence, like a trigger, kicked Geralt off the bed and standing in an instant. Jaskier physically jolted in his skin when the other walked to him, jaw tight, glare burning with something that was a mixture of anger and hurt.

“Watch your mouth.”

Jaskier’s breath hitched, and the fool, the hopelessly, madly in love fool that he was, couldn’t help himself from answering.

“Or what? You’ll shut me up yourself?”

An irritated grunt.

“I might.”

The room plunged into heavy, stifling silence. Jaskier could hear his heartbeats resonate in his ears. His anger was not as strong anymore, not when despair and ache and hurt came taking turns inside his heart. He felt his stomach turn. He felt he could cry.

On the outside, he showed none of it. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips curved into an insulting smirk.

“You witchers are all bark and no bite.”

And that was about what has done it.

Jaskier could not tell apart the second in which Geralt’s leg moved and the one in which his back was flattered against the nearest wall. His body kicked out a rush of adrenaline that forced him to send a whimper out in the open. Geralt picked up on his fear, his flaring eyes narrowed, his nose twitched. He was smelling him.

“You’re jealous.”

“Like fuck I a- Mm!”

A rough palm came pressing to his mouth, forcibly shutting him up. Geralt’s eyebrows furrowed. He was not done talking.

“I’ve been picking up hints for a while,” he said, “Racing heartbeats for no fucking reason. Long annoying stares. Whining under the sheets with my name on your lips. I just don’t fucking get it. Why? What are you jealous of?”

Jaskier’s eyes narrowed and he bit the skin that came muffling him. Geralt hissed and pulled away.

“You knew?”

Geralt swallowed.

“I... wasn’t sure what to know.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he barked, tears starting to swarm his eyes, “Geralt, I’ve been pining for you for decades and you knew? And you - and you did fucking nothing?”

Geralt’s hold of him loosened and Jaskier took his chance to grip him by the collar of his unlaced tunic and flip them over. To his surprise, Geralt followed willingly, letting himself get overpowered, and landed with his back to the wall, his eyes darting elsewhere, looking as guilty as they came.

“Look at me,” said Jaskier, “Gods fucking dammit, look at me, Geralt!”

Slow, unsure, amber eyes returned to him.

“Why did you never say anything?” Jaskier’s voice broke, and one tear trailed down his left eye. “All these fucking years. You saw me, like a lovestruck fool, looking at you like you’re the sun and the moon and everything beyond and you did nothing. Why? Just tell me, why?”

Geralt’s adam’s apple bobbed. He gritted his teeth in stubborn hesitance until Jaskier’s eyes fell down, and his grip on his collar began to loosen. That was when he came gripping his wrist, holding it where it was, against his chest. With a broken look of feeble hope, Jaskier lifted up his gaze at him.

“Do I ...” His voice broke. “Do I even matter to you?”

“You do.”

"Don’t just say what I want to -”

“You matter, and that’s why. That’s fucking why.”

Jaskier didn’t know what to say to that, and Geralt continued.

“How do you think twenty years by your side felt like? Twenty years watching you live, age, grow. There’s only so much time can give. Until it rips it all away.”

Jaskier’s tears ceased. His eyes now bearing confusion and worry.

“I can’t have you,” said Geralt, voice tight, lip trembling. “Not when I know someday, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, but someday, I will have to let you go.”

And at those words, Jaskier, not knowing what got into him, burst into laughter.

Under Geralt’s wary stare, he laughed loudly, whole-heartedly, until he could no longer contain it, until his cheeks hurt from the pain, and he had to cling into the other’s body for balance. Until the tears of sadness were completely replaced by tears of happiness.

Happiness to know that his feelings were not unrequited.

“Jaskier...”

“Geralt, you fool.”

He didn’t need to speak the words he meant to convey. He completely and utterly gave in, right then and there, cupped the other’s face and kissed him. His lips tasted of cheap wine and hidden desires. It felt like bringing life back into a body that had long been depraved. He had watched the witcher kiss many women, and never, never had he groaned so desperately, so sweetly before in his life.

And Jaskier wanted to believe it was true, all of it.

"You’re afraid I’ll die?” he mouthed shortly after pulling back, the scent of the other already clinging to his nostrils, something that was pure Geralt, something that reminded him of his own fearlessness. “Afraid I’ll leave you alone? Well, fucking hell, Geralt, we’re all dying. We’re all deteriorating, day after day, waiting for that sweet death to take us. And so what do we do? What do we make of the life we are given? We cry, moan, complain. We never live. We never live, Geralt. I might die before you, but for gods’ love I want to die a fulfilled man. I want to have kissed and loved and fucked the one I love to my heart’s content before I get to lay in my death’s bed satisfied and happy. That’s life, Geralt. That’s it. You either live it, or you die trying. And I want to try.”

He placed a soft kiss on Geralt’s bottom lip and whispered:

“With you.”

He couldn’t witness the expression on his face after that. He was taken by arms so strong he thought he could suffocate. Jaskier loved every bit of that sweet suffocation. So tight was his hold and so everlasting he thought time was barely floating by. Until it eventually loosened and calloused fingers came grazing his cheek.

“I want to try, too,” he said, “I want you, Jaskier. Always have.”

The look he bore, so vulnerable, so true, so bare, had Jaskier understand. He still was uncertain, still hesitant, still unsure.

And perhaps it would take another decade for him to be convinced that love was timeless, that it didn’t matter if death took one of them away after they have loved each other so strongly and dearly and passionately.

But Jaskier was patient. And he would wait an eternity if it meant Geralt would finally let himself be loved.

#geraskier #prompt #geralt x jaskier #angst with a happy ending #skai6prompt #i got so emotional for this #but i am happy with it #geraskier fanfiction

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vulpesse-arc · 3 years ago

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au verses added / updated / still in the work !

♡ ⸻ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐚𝐮: a woman with neither past nor future, she is lamentably part of an ancient lineage of servants and gisaengs who never bothered to fight for a better present, for a brighter future. even in the current day, with naught but few houses still working in the business of entertainment, that’s where she has grown up and that’s where she will die: there is no need for humans in the chambers where she dances and sings and performs, for humans break easily and can never be truly fixed ; what is needed is a doll, one that can be torn apart just as many times as it is necessary to do so, only to easily put her jagged pieces back together. but what happens when the doll becomes a monster, a half-monster ? ever since the entity took residence in the depth of her mind, ahri understood that this was her one and only chance to be more than a fragile little woman wearing garments of silk and velvet: this was her one and only chance to have others beg at her feet. and thus, with a subconscious much too twisted and fragmented to be wholly dominated by the entity, ahri is slowly learning how to control her monstrous self, her freshly birthed desires, her vicinity to the freedom that she has dreamt of for the entirety of her life.

*** [ i miss my sweet home oc a lot but i don’t think i have time to be on so many blogs at the same time so this felt like the best solution to my love & adoration for this media ! obviously, ahri’s monster form revolves around the features of the nine tailed fox: when she is only partially transformed, she will have a constantly changing amount of tails and only when she will be wholly transformed, will she actually resemble the beast of the myths. ]

♡ ⸻ 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎-𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐚𝐮: a criminally asymptomatic woman, who once foolishly dreamed of becoming a famous pop singer: unfortunately, due to the inability of the sibyl system to properly scan and categorize her value and thus decide on a path for her, ahri soon became an achromatic ghost in a colorful society where everything was strictly and ultimately decided by the artificial mind & heart of the city. thrown to the side and cruelly shunned by everyone around her, ahri struggled for many years, fighting against an impending sense of doom and drowning in an ever-haunting loneliness, searching for a place in which she could finally be herself, a place in which her colors could have shone as bright as those of anyone else. in the end, she found what she had been looking for in the illegal underground, where anyone willing to oppose the dictatorship of sibyl gathered. there, she started performing for her “comrades”, donning a fox mask in pursuance of concealing her real identity and focused on gathering as much information about the system as she could ; with her knowledge about technology and especially drones / bots, she built herself a little family of artificial foxes that now serve as spies, defenders and even hunting beasts. although she does not have a real purpose in her life, she is continuously searching for new stimuli and experiences, intoxicated by the awareness that she can easily avoid the lethal shots of the dominators thanks to her curse, thanks to her blessing.

♡ ⸻ 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐚𝐮: a creature of old, one that hauntingly lingers in the most ancient of legends and in the most gruesome of tales narrated to naughty children before their bedtime: ahri is an ancient creature, a fox who has lived long enough to accumulate an enormous amount of mystical power within herself and who is now capable of freely molding her physical self at will. her little home, situated in the heart of an “enchanted” forest, is rarely treaded ‘pon, for the inhabitants of the nearby villages have yet to forget and move on from the inhumane screams that sometimes echo throughout the entire land. in order to earn her favor and hopefully soothe her childishly irritable disposition, each month the villagers leave jewels and incenses and books and exquisite fabrics in the outskirts of the forest: truth to be told, she does appreciate these little offerings a lot. believed to bring good luck to lovers and dismay to hunters, it is not too unusual for desperate lovestruck souls to seek for her help, for the miraculous love potions that she is said to be crafting... unfortunately, one may never know which side the fox will take, nor whether she will be willing to help or not. despite her desire not to engage with the power plays between the royals and the grisha, she is not against the idea of lending a hand / for the right price, of course.

*** [ ahri is ancient and capricious, someone who has observed the world change from the comfortable safety of her little forest. despite her innate hostility towards humans, she is easily intrigued by the desires and goals of others, especially if they are harbored by peculiar hearts: the only way not to be eaten by her is indeed this, to pique her attention. she could be a valuable ally, but is it really a good idea to trust a fox ? ]

♡ ⸻ 𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐚𝐮: tba, because i’m really struggling with this. on one side, she could easily be a “werefox” ( since we canonically have werecats in the novels ) but i don’t know if this sounds interesting... or, maybe she could simply be a spirit who has taken on a humane physical appearance to mingle with mortals ? still thinking about this, might even re-read the books to see if i get any sudden inspiration. one thing that i might work with is the fact that in the first book, it is said that “The Spine was one of the only places that King Galbatorix could not call his own. Stories were still told about how half his army disappeared after marching into its ancient forest. A cloud of misfortune and bad luck seemed to hang over it.” so maybe that’s where ahri resides ? far from everyone, in her own little realm, ready to eat anyone who dares interrupt her peace.

♡ ⸻ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐚𝐮: an ancient and malicious sorcerus hailing from the forgotten kingdom of ashkahi, ahri has sacrificed her humanity in the name of the moon and his cult in pursuance of earning the abilities to manipulate the hearts and souls of others. once her beloved home was lamentably eradicated from existence by the falling of the deity’s skull, she began traveling across the world, earning riches and breaking hearts and painting her hands in red whenever the situation called for it ; left without a purpose and without a hearth to ever come back to, the soulless woman began to ultimately lose herself, becoming naught but the selfish and hollow ghost of who she once was. things, however, changed once she was requested to become part of the red church. even though she currently does not appreciate the ones who rule over the church, she remains loyal to the murderous cult of the mother... waiting for something to happen, for a reason to finally breathe again.

♡ ⸻ 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐚𝐮: a coordinator with a dark past, ahri is continuously struggling to find her place in the world. after leaving floaroma town, she and her vulpix were scouted by the team galactic with deceitful promises to create together a better future for everyone. she fought hard and did her very best to blindly obey to every order that she was given but after the first real defeat of their leader, she ended up abandoning the team out of all-devouring guilt. in order to try and cleanse her hands from all the crimes that she had naively committed, she started traveling from one region to the other, capturing new friends, strengthening her own mind and slowly growing interested in the world of contests: rather than relying on violence, these contests relied on beauty and grace and that felt like the fastest way to move away from all the pain and ache that she had previously caused. currently, she is pursuing a career as a coordinator and is chasing the dream of spreading the traditions of the pokemon festivals across the other regions, as well ; her couple of ninetales has become two of the hardest foes to defeat in the field.

more tba.

#.• ❤ → out of character.#this is mostly a reminder for me so...#i can update the carrd when i'm not feeling so lazy lmao #.• ❤ → verse: pokemon ┊ a bloodied flower reveling in pain and power.#.• ❤ → verse: psycho-pass ┊ the sky above was the color of a television / turned to a dead channel.#.• ❤ → verse: grishaverse ┊ don thyself in flowers to hide the sting of thorns.#.• ❤ → verse: sweet home ┊ beware the dark pool at the bottom of one’s heart / in its depth monsters dwell.#.• ❤ → verse: nevernight ┊ a monster knows when to kiss and when to kill.

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magicvibesonly · 4 years ago

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Top 1 Drops XxX Green Pioneer

For a complete list of all things green legal in MTG Pioneer check out gatherer, which is of course is THE most useful deckbuilding and card database searching tool around:

https://gatherer.wizards.com/Pages/Search/Default.aspx?sort=cmc+&color=|[G]&format=[%22Pioneer%22]

Creatures:

Bang for Buck (Biggest P/T)

- Warden of the First Tree

- Old-Growth Dryads {3/3 for 1? Tons of Fun, it bites when it eats removal, but when it sticks it beats lots of face for 1}

- Experiment One

- Pelt Collector {Elf}

- Hero of Leina Tower

- Kessig Prowler {2/1 that becomes a 4/4}

- Elvish Reclaimer {Elf with mana fixing and graveyard fill}

- Greenbelt Rampager {With no support its a 3/4 on T2}

- Gnarlwood Dryad

- Scythe Leopard {Reliably a 2/2 on your turn, when built around landfall 3/3}

- Sunblade Elf {Elf}

- Kumena's Speaker

- Wildwood Tracker {Elf thats pretty reliably a 2/2 when attacking or blocking)

- Narnam Renegade {Deathtouch Elf}

- Dryad Militant

- Lovestruck Beast (Heart's Desire)

- Oviya Pashiri, Sage Lifecrafter

- Chainweb Aracnir {Late game 4/4 and deals damage to flyer}

- Servant of the Scale

- Slitherhead

Deathtouch

- Wasteland Viper

- Gnarlwood Dryad

- Sedge Scorpion - Moss Viper

Evasion

- Gilded Goose

- Pelt Collector

- Spire Tracer{Elf, Baby Silhanna Ledgewalker}

- Almighty Brushwagg - Charging Badger {Badger’s ain got nothing on Brushwaggs}

- Gladecover Scout {Hexproof Elf, attach auras and equipment here}

Tribal

Defenders / Walls / Tough Gang

- Arboreal Grazer {Ramp Wall}

- Portcullis Vine {Sac a wall draw a card}

- Jaddi Offshoot {Landfall life gain}

- Wall of Vines {Basic Bitch Wall}

Humans

Hero of Leina Tower

Honored Hierarch

Edgewall Innkeeper {Adventure decks}

Crossroads Consecrator {1/2 that can pump other Humans}

Groundskeeper

Flaxen Intruder

Elf - Ctrl f “Elf”

Merfolk

- Jade Bearer {+1 counter for other Merfolk}

- Kumena's Speaker

- Jungle Delver { manadump for a +1 counter on Merfolk}

Ramp

Mana Dorks:

- Elvish Mystic {Elf Dork}

- Gilded Goose

- Llanowar Elves {OG Elf Dork}

- Honored Hierarch

- Arboreal Grazer {technically not a mana dork but still one of the best rampers}

-Saruli Caretaker {You have to tap another creature to get your 1 any but you get a 0/3 body to block, better in Assault Formation Decks}

- Loam Dryad

- Rosethorn Acolyte (Seasonal Ritual) {Mana Fixing Adventure attached to a decent mana dork that taps for 1 any, sure maybe, helps that its an Elf)

- Oashra Cultivator

- Deathrite Shaman {Elf}

- Groundskeeper {bring back lands from graveyard}

- Oath of Nissa

- Traverse the Ulvenwald {Late game lets you grab a creature instead}

- Mana Bloom

- Font of Fertility {Rampant growth on an enchantment}

- Vessel of Nascency {fills graveyard and digs for missing creature land enchantment or planeswalker}

- Urban Burgeoning {Untap land during opponent’s turn,great for casting instant}

- Crop Sigil {Fills graveyard, late game ramp}

- Open the Gates

- Attune with Aether { A side of energy with your ramp}

- Enter the Unknown

- Flower // Flourish (Flower

- Lay of the Land

Mana Fixing:

- Elvish Reclaimer

- Unbridled Growth {Aura you can sac to draw a card later}

Card Advantage:

- Warriors' Lesson { One of the best heroic triggers / multiple target spells }

- Sixth Sense {Aura that when they hit an opponent draw a card}

- Gilded Goose

- Edgewall Innkeeper

- Blisterpod {Replaces itself}

- Incubation // Incongruity (Incubation) {Dig and or removal}

Removal:

- Hunt the Hunter

- Primal Might

- Status // Statue (Status) {/+1 pump and deathtouch attached to artifact, enchantment, or creature removal, trixy trixy for green}

- Incubation // Incongruity (Incubation) {Dig and or removal}

- Wasteland Viper

- Prey Upon

- Mutant's Prey {fight for creatures with a +1 counter}

Pump Spells:

- Hardened Scales

- Primal Might

- Blossoming Defense {Pump and Hexproof}

- Hunt the Hunter {+2 and fight}

- Savage Summoning

- Appeal // Authority (Appeal) {+X for number of creatures, then later for two you can tap two creatures and yours gain vigilance}

- Aspect of Hydra

- Status // Statue (Status) {/+1 pump and deathtouch attached to artifact, enchantment, or creature removal, trixy trixy for green}

- Forced Adaptation {Aura for steady stream of counters especially good in scales}

- Gather Courage {Zaddy loves free}

- Might of the Masses {+X equal to creatures}

- Shape the Sands {At first glance not very playable but in Assault Formation suddenly you are getting +5/+5 on your anti flyer}

- Wasteland Viper

- Giant Growth { Basic White Girl Pump}

- Stony Strength and Burst of Strength {+1 counter, untap combat trick}

- Shed Weakness {+2 and remove a -1/-1 counter for Amonkhet drawback creatures or if your opponents happen to be playing counters, you can do worse}

- Lifecraft Awakening {+1 counters for artifact}

- Confront the Unknown {investigate and Clue Pump}

Auras and Artifacts:

- Vineweft { Returnable +1 Aura }

- Rosethorn Halberd (High equip cost but first is free}

Protection Spells:

- Savage Summoning

- Fog

- Blossoming Defense

- Ranger's Guile

- Hapatra's Mark {Hexproof and get rid of -1/-1 counters}

- Permeating Mass {Field Stall}

Lifegain:

- Life Goes On {8 life for 1 mana wo0o0oow}

- Deathrite Shaman

- Healer of the Glade

- Jaddi Offshoot

Sideboard:

Artifact and Enchantment Hate

- Flaxen Intruder {Late game option for filling the field}

- Mystic Repeal

- Natural State

No Fly Zone

- Windstorm

- Chainweb Aracnir

- Heaven // Earth (Heaven)

- Take Down ( 1 dmg to all flyers or 4 dmg to 1 )

- Skyway Sniper {1/2 elf with reach that you can manadump for extra flyer dmg}

- Run Afoul {Sac a flyer}

- Stinging Shot {Better options but cycling is good at times}

Control Hate

- Savage Summoning

- Shapers' Sanctuary

Graveyard Hate

- Serene Remembrance (3 cards back into library from a graveyard)

- Dryad Militant

- Deathrite Shaman

Specialty Toolbox:

- Obscuring Æther (Obscuring Aether)

Morph Decks

- Reclaim

More consistency, contol hate, graveyard fill decks

- Renowned Weaver and Centaur's Herald

Leave the battlefield effects/ replace themselves

Untapping:

- Stony Strength {+1 counter}

- Sudden Spinnerets {reach counter, 1/3 pump}

- Vines of the Recluse { Redundant Sudden Spinnerets }

- Ornamental Courage

Technically 1 drops:

- Wildwood Scourge (One of the best creatures in Non Hydra Hardened Scales}

- Hungering Hydra

- Mistcutter Hydra

- Gather Courage {Daddy likes Free}

- Primal Might

- Animist's Awakening

- Ivy Elemental

- Slime Molding {X/X Ooze, Oop Oop}

- Mana Bloom

- Reason // Believe (Reason)

- Lifecraft Awakening

- Wildest Dreams {XX cards back in your hand, want 3 cards back from technically a 1 drop? Only in your wildest dreams baby} - Windstorm { Flyers? Not in my Personal Space}

Manadumps:

- Oviya Pashiri, Sage Lifecrafter

- Sunblade Elf { Field Pump }

- Almighty Brushwagg {Don’t believe they exist? Yeah, them either, Possible 4/4 tromple for 1 though}

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starlitmemes · 6 years ago

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Magic!Anons to strike at the heart! Be sure to specify a time frame for the magic to last through otherwise the receiver can decide the length of time. Specify muses if needed.

Be as creative as possible in how each curse or blessing affects your muse! Things have purposely been left vague for plenty of wiggle room throughout the duration of the m!as.

💚 Jealous Heart - My muse is insanely jealous of the attention another muse is showing to others. How far will they go to make sure they receive they most attention?

💔 Shattered Heart - My muse is devastated, convinced that they are utterly unlovable. Will they push everyone away before the effects wear off?

💙 Stone Cold - My muse grows cold-hearted and nasty! Only true love’s kiss may thaw their heart! Will they receive such affection before they’re frozen solid forever?

💘 Cupid’s Fool - My muse is infatuated with everyone that matches their sexuality preferences! Are these feelings genuine, brought forth with magic’s calling or is it just the playful whims of a masked witch?

💛 For You, I Will - My muse is enamored wholly to the specified muse! How far will they be forced to go, compelled by their beloved’s wishes before the curse ends?

❣ Burning Brighter - My muse’s heart grows hotter as time passes and only true love’s kiss may quell the flames. Will they be saved, or will they burn to ashes by the end?

💜 Toxic Love - My muse grows more monstrous over time, yet even a beast can love! But not all love is gentle love. Can the rough or toxic affection earn another’s affections regardless or will they alienate those they love? *muses may or may not begin displaying a more monstrous appearance if mun desires

💌 Cupid’s Helper - My muse can’t help but to try to pair people up with others they think fit well with them! Weill they alienate their friends and loved ones in this misguided attempt to help or will they spark love between others before time’s up?

💕Endless Love - My muse grows more and more obsessive with the object of their affections. Will they get a hold of themselves before it’s too late?

💓 Lovestruck & Blind - My muse is head-over-heels for the next person in their askbox after being cursed. Is there truth to this sudden affection or is it all a witch’s game?

💖 All-Consuming - My muse is stricken by immense love for another! A mere glance is enough to leave them awash with pleasure! Will they be able to function around the other or will it be too all-consuming before the end?

💞 Two Makes One - My muse is bonded with another! They feel what the other does, and it only grows stronger over time. Will they be overwhelmed by another’s emotions?

💗 Big Hearted - My muse is filled with love for all! Will this blind love be used against them or will it change things for the better?

ღ Heart on Your Sleeve - My muse feels what those around them do, however the longer they remain around others the more they hear their thoughts as well. Will the invasion of another’s privacy drive them insane before time is up?

♡ Hollowed Out - My muse grows emptier each passing hour/day, and only the love of another can fill them back up. How long until they’re a shell of their former self, or will they be saved in time?

#roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp meme #rp memes #inbox meme #inbox memes #askbox meme #askbox memes #magic anon #m!a meme #magic anon meme #magic anon memes #m!a memes

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gigili-jiggly · 6 years ago

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can you list your favorite klance fics ://

(i’m not sure how to respond to your ‘ :// ‘ emoji, but i’ll take any excuse to gush about fics lol)

I have so many favorite fics, so I’ll just list some oneshots for now so that this list doesn’t become too long

(I might post a list of more oneshots and ongoing fics if anyone is interested!)

SFW Oneshots:

you’re lucky that’s what i like by @zenstrike

Lance rescues a hamster from certain doom.

or, Lance has Keith wrapped around his little finger and doesn’t even realize it.

This is literally the cutest and softest klance series I’ve read in a long time!! It gives me lots of feelings and feeds my need for lovestruck Keith ladfajdifjdsklf

hey, mom, i met a boy by @mothpoem

“Sweetheart,” says Lance, his hair longer, his shoulders broader, the slope of his nose uneven now where it didn’t used to be, “you don’t know the half of it.”

LISTEN. This fic owns my ass, it’s so good. It has all my favorite tropes (marriage proposals, visions of the future, love realizations, etc.) and every moment between Lance and Keith is so sweet and full of love hnnngh.

i know what you did last summer by seventies

Saving angry, mysterious damsels in distress multiple times weren’t in the job description of being a lifeguard. It would have been slightly bearable if only everyone would stop asking Lance if he remembered what he did last summer. What really happened, anyway? AU

Pining Keith? Oblivious Lance? A little bit of Memory Loss? Heck yeah!!! This fic also made me laugh a lot, so I always reread this when I need a pick-me-up

this, our town of halloween by @tobiologist

“Yeah, well, it’s written all over both of your faces,” Lance hisses. “It’s not a big deal.”

Pidge taps her chin. “Oh, you mean Keith, the local introvert and your ex-rival, creeping out of his cave to go to a huge Halloween celebration with you and your little niece and nephew? Of course that’s not a big deal. Silly me!”

Or: Lance invites Keith to Disneyland on Halloween and glimpses an entirely new side of the boy he has a stupidly massive crush on.

Lately, I’ve been loving tropes where people go on a ‘date’, insist that it’s not a date and then finally realize it’s a date. Also, pining Lance is good shit.

Smell as Sweet by ultimateparadox

Coffee and love, Lance thinks, are the only universal constants.

Established relationship!!! Marriage proposals!!! Becoming a family!!! Everything here is amazing!!!

Bastion by Foxcote

In a healing universe, Keith and Lance await the arrival of their daughter.

I am a sucker for klance as parents, and one scene in particular between Keith and Krolia really captured my heart

In every reality, I reach for you by @enlacinglineswrites

Stories inspired the Klance AU month prompts.

I love drabble series and this one right here has so many interesting and wonderful aus! I read it time and time again like a morning newspaper lol.

Somewhere a Clock is Ticking by @emphasis-all-mine

This is a story about time travel, lost memories, growing up broken, ukulele lessons, peanut butter banana sandwiches, and a stuffed hippo named Patches.

This is also the story of how James Griffin saved the world, but couldn’t stop his parents from falling in love.

Literally the fic that made me warm up to James! I’ve always loved time travel stories and the characterizations in this fic is so fun and enjoyable, I hold it very close to my heart! Also, klance family aldjofiadjfdf

5 + 1 times: lance and the search for keith’s boyfriend by @starwar

Who could it be?!

Lance tried to convince himself it wasn’t jealousy… it was just friendly concern. He had to ensure that whoever Keith was with treated him well, not that Keith needed Lance to look after him, but still, Keith deserved the world and Lance wanted to make sure whoever he was with gave that to him.

Just buddy-buddy concerns.

or alternatively; 5 + 1 times lance doesn’t realise he’s keith’s boyfriend

Oblivious Lance who doesn’t know he’s Keith’s boyfriend? Bet your ass I’m gonna read that!!

chaser of fate by freshia

Where Lance thinks everyone else is really frickin’ weird, the others spend copious amounts of time trying to get him to just remember, and Keith just wants to (re?)live his life.

(Modern Reincarnation AU where the biggest threat to face, is the looming deadlines for essays.)

One of the first klance fics I’ve read and one that I absolutely consider a classic. I love me some reincarnation au’s, and I love how this one is nice and not too angsty!

Save the Date by @thathopelessromantic

They had gotten married in the middle of a war, on an alien spaceship, both boasting major injuries. It was rushed and short and the team was thrust into battle almost immediately after “I do.” But afterwards, after some insistent questioning from Keith, Lance admitted to things he had let himself imagine for their wedding, were they to have had one on Earth.

Cute established and married klance celebrating their anniversary, what more can a girl want?

Speak for the Stars by @speakswords

All Lance has ever wanted is to prove his worth. So, maybe it’s fitting that the Black Lion picked him right when Lotor betrayed them and Shiro’s clone went rogue. Right when the team was at its lowest and closest to failing.

The desire for glory that Lance grew up with—that drove him to join the Garrison and pursue fighter class, that drove him into his one-sided rivalry with Keith, that drove him after Keith in the Sonoran Desert and into Blue’s cockpit and into space and into the war in the first place—it’s a relic of the past for him now. All he wants these days is to keep his friends alive and the Coalition afloat, and he tries his best, despite the pervasive fear that he isn’t the right person for this monumental task. Despite the growing certainty that Black picked the wrong guy.

This fear will be put to the ultimate test when the mess that ensnares the team after the clone disaster turns out to be a labyrinth more winding than any of them were prepared for. Because Lance might just be the only person equipped to lead them through this maze and into the light.

I love those tropes where peeps get stuck in their own dreams and someone has to help them snap out of it. This fic does this wonderfully with Lance and I loved Keith’s dream in here, it was so sweet

in every reality, we meet by ULTIOcean

Small one-shots about our favorite team, taken from a prompt list on tumblr for the October Writting Challenge, in which i’ll write 31 short stories, unrelated to each other, each insipred by the prompt of the day.

i adore this drabble series, each chapter is such a unique take on the prompt!

you’ve got a hand for the taking (i’m about to take it to the moon) by seabear

“I think,” Lance says, squinting, “he’s a vampire.”

one of my comfort fics to be honest. i really really like their interactions here and the confession scene makes me very happy

where & how we’ll land by @ephemelody

The first time Keith meets Lance is also the first time they kiss. It all goes downhill for him from there.

looking for a childhood klance fic that is so so good? this one is a classic!!!

Complete Mature/Explicit Oneshots:

assemble by groovystars

‘there was an idea- katie and hunk know about it- called the voltron initiative. the plan was-is, god, it is- to bring together a group of remarkable people, and see if together they could become something more. to fight the battles we never could. i wasn’t sure though. just knew that katie and hunk could do it, maybe lance if he wasn’t knee-deep in cover work. but now that cap’s used to the century and keith kogane turned up from the dead, and we have a literal god on our hands… now- now i think we can do that. i think we can believe in heroes.’

aka the marvel au that’s probably already been done

As a huge Marvel fan, this is an amazing superhero au!! It has klance and shatt, as well as lotor and allura in a thor and loki dynamic!

i like me better when i’m with you by @reader115

His mother’s advice when the war is over? That he should ask for what he wants.

Keith joins Lance and his family on their farm, and Lance wishes for a never ending visit.

i’ve read so many post-canon fics when vld ended and this one is one of my absolute favorites. It’s because of this fic that i started associating the song with klance, haha! I love the characterizations and the overall sweetness/lovey dovey feeling the fic has and aldoifjaidfd I just love reading this over and over again

there are worse things i could do by @peachgrdn

His chest went tight when he recalled Keith’s face. What did it have to mean? They’d never been lovers; that much was clear.

When Lance goes out to buy himself a gift for his own pleasure, it comes with a little emotional baggage. Only just as he thinks he can manage it, Keith throws himself into the mix, and Lance realizes he must come to terms with buried feelings.

honestly, i consider lyssy the queen for fluffy and feely smut lol. I love her humor in this one as well as the many feels it gives me…just aldkjodfa i love this fic a lot okay?

kiss me (like it hurts) by mottainai

Purple light streamed through his kitchen window from the neon sign across the street, getting tangled in Keith’s hair and painted on the planes of his shoulders. He held his breath, afraid to disturb the moment. Keith’s eyes were on his, too soft to be coming from a dangerous man. Lance could see himself becoming caught in the gap in his teeth, pressed into the groves of his calloused hands, inked across his ribs. It should terrify him, the kind of terror of one looking into the belly of the beast.

But it didn’t.

Or: Keith and Lance, told through arguments and resolutions

i’m such a sucker for gangster keith stuff and this fic here has one of my favorite takes on it. perfect for rereading again and again!

lure by chaeriee

Becoming indebted to Keith Kogane was not a part of Lance’s future plans. Falling for him, even less so.

another gangster keith fic and it has almost all of my guilty pleasures in it uwu. i love those /person A needs to pay off a debt and works for person B while unknowingly becoming the most important one to them’ storylines haha!

Alpha Affairs by marizousbooty

Keith and Lance take a romantic vacation to the mountains for a snowy weekend getaway.

vampire lance and werewolf keith….doing it….good stuff

Heaven in hiding by i_write_shakespeare_not_disney

Keith finds something interesting in Lance’s drawer and it leads to one of the most amazing nights of his life.

insecure lance in lingerie and keith helping him become comfortable with it? sexy.

Beast of Burden by melancholymango

“Keith, no, we can’t go again.” Lance pleads fall on deaf ears. Keith is honed in on him now like predator to prey. He’s fighting a losing battle and they both know it. He sees it in the way Keith is raking his eyes over him, sizing him up. “We’ll be so late getting to the bar.”

“Just one more.” Keith insists, herding Lance toward the counter with a stubbornness that is innately wolf. Lance pouts, but he doesn’t have anywhere else to go but backward.

“That’s what you said last time! And the time before that!”

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The week leading up to a supermoon, as told by the world’s best werewolf boyfriend, Lance McClain. The good, the bad, and the horny.

I read this on Halloween and I’m not even ashamed of how much I enjoyed this. This fic made me very very biased towards werewolf keith lol.

#Anonymous #klance fic #fic rec #wipes forehead #whoo!!!#that took a lot out of me #if you enjoy any of these pls give the writers some love!!!#they're really amazing peeps!!!

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danddymaro · 6 years ago

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My Love For You | Loki x Reader

Italics in quotations are thoughts: 'Sample.’

Regular italics are Flashbacks : Sample

word count : 5875

This would be set during Thor and The Avengers (2012).

Summary: She couldn't see him anymore, and she desperately wanted to believe that he was alive, that he lied there, waiting for her reach… just holding on to the idea of someone wanting him as he was.

My Love For You

"Barbaric woman." He muttered while watching the (h/c) haired woman and his brother spar.

It was a pastime going back to her years of infancy with the two men.

Usually, she'd center herself into the field, opposite of the thunder god to test her skills, better advancing with every fall she'd take, and growing more confident with each triumph she'd hold over him, which were too few in her book.

Off to the side, Odin's other son usually situated himself, paying mind to his own activities, occasionally glancing over to the fighting two with mild interest.

(f/n) and Thor had originally started off with sticks, advancing to using anything they could find to pretend to be true warriors, much like the mighty Valkyrie.

They'd boast on, cry out their names with elatedness as they declared their future victories.

Later on, they grew, maturing alongside each other, and while Thor grew to be a man worthy of the title of a warrior and ultimately named would be king, she blossomed into a woman, a beautiful one at that.

She grew to be a true goddess, both lovely and virtuous, holding qualities of a delicate creature, but with skills of a mighty combatant.

- And she prided herself in that fact.

She prided herself on being strong and valiant.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Loki also matured, both in body and mind, and while his two other companions grew to excel in a more brutish manner of offense, he found his own talents in the witchcraft his mother had a mastery of.

He was an eager learner, keen to master every trick she could advise him on, and doing so impeccably.

As time progressed, and they grew, so did the growing affection the young goddess held for the princes of Asgard, moreover, so did the feelings of longing affection she had for the younger, dark-haired one.

Whereas most other women were more drawn to the powerfully built form and golden locks of the elder brother, Thor, (f/n)'s eyes always strayed to the more graceful of the two.

Somehow, she always found herself drawn to Loki.

He became the center of her attention and sight, stemming back to when she was still an innocent young girl and without say, the dark-haired god of mischief was somewhat of a harbored crush for her, a sentiment that only grew into love.

He'd grown up to be beautiful, having shining dark hair that was undoubtedly soft and silken, the locks always kept neatly maintained, brushed back to show his lovely sculpted face. His eyes, which were a lovely color that perfectly reflected the mystical side of him, shined like polished gems, their emerald color always showing a small tease of his inner heart.

Truthfully, she always saw them as gateways into another realm he commanded, and that she was always drawn into.

They glowed with playfulness when he caused mischief because he just loved the attention he received from his little tricks.

They dimmed whenever he felt lonesome, the wonderous vibrancy of them being affected as his heart fell weak, something he didn't like showing off.

Through and through, he gathered up all his pain, tucking it away in hopes to make it die out, but fragments of it would still make itself known through his gaze.

Yet, later on, it seemed that there wasn't much to find within his eyes, only brewing emotions that tinted his lovely orbs dark, stealing away the pure light within them, something that she caught onto far too late.

As he matured and grew into a man, he hardened, mastering illusion.

He mastered tricks to hide his inner self, leaving him to become an enigma.

Her heart was always soft for him, and with time only became more feeble to his whim.

It yearned for his attention and affection, but he wasn't as easy to read as Thor. He had become too much of a mystery, and he wasn't as simple to please, being far more secluded with himself and his emotions.

Nevertheless, she wanted to serve him, to protect him at all costs, despite the fact that her duties and as well as loyalty were meant for the next in line, and for the current time, the all-father Odin.

Her (e/c) eyes quickly dashed towards the lonesome young man, seeing him pick at the upper corner of his book, turning over to the next page with a rather placid smile, one she found breathtaking despite its simplicity.

She'd seen him read the same book for years, somehow never getting tired of the old tale and always visiting it back, finding the same enjoyment as he did the first time,

'What makes you love that old worn thing?' she wondered with curiosity, wanting to ask him.

During then, the golden-haired god opposite to her took advantage of her preoccupied mind and toppled her over with a single sweep of his mighty hammer.

The force of his strike quickly snapped her out of her daydreaming and she threatened him with a harsh glare as she picked herself up from the ground.

He knew it was cheap to attack while she wasn't even in the mindset of battle yet, but he held no regard to clean fighting with her, nor the fact that she was a woman, and it had been like that for some time now, because she was everything but delicate on the battlefield.

He knew she was able to stand up again, bloodied or not, wounded or not, and even an inch close to death.

In the end, she would always rise up again, and he found it admirable.

"- Thor, mighty Asgardian prince, at the will of a woman!" She said grinning wildly as her boot came down on his chest harshly, letting her full weight and more fall upon him.

"Tis no woman I see here, " he responded in a wheeze, courtesy of her vicious stomp, "More like a beast," he commented, laughing heartily as she stepped off from him.

She giggled slightly and shook her head, "Don't flatter me!" she said, still smiling jovially.

Extending her hand out to the prince, she smiled triumphantly as he took it.

"You tend to use dirty tricks. " he huffed before standing and dusting himself off.

"I know...but in the end I was victorious," she replied with a smug tone and at that, Thor rolled his eyes at her.

"That's all that matters," she said with a small smile, "You taught me that remember?" she asked him as she walked alongside him.

Discreetly, her eyes trailed to the side, off to where the younger of the two princes still remained.

Loki sat far off to the side, still reading his book, completely oblivious to the lovestruck gaze that melted upon him.

'He's so lovely,' (f/n) thought while smiling, ignoring Thor's idle talk for just a moment, something he took notice of quickly.

Peering down at her, he found her glancing at his brother and rolled his eyes,

"Again with the wandering eye lady (f/n)," Thor mused, crossing his beefy arms as he waited for her response.

"Yes, again with my silly, little wondering eyes, Thor," she replied huffing, soon glowing red, because it hadn't been the first time she'd been caught staring by him, and it certainly was not going to be the last either.

"I am sure he wouldn't mind your company," Thor said while smiling lightly, nudging her shoulder with his elbow.

"- I'm sure he would." She retorted.

" For someone so cute, he truly is a grump," she added while gently shaking her head.

"He always acts like conversation pesters him," she explained, "And even if I could ignore his obvious brush offs, I'd only make a fool of myself yet again," she added, deciding to turn to walk away, intent on heading back into her chambers for a refreshing wash.

Passing Loki while on her way, she could see his eyes follow her, the gaze making her feel light, little feathers tickle her insides, teasingly brushing over the walls of her stomach.

During then, while trying to ignore his stare, her boots touched the ground, increasing the distance between her and her charming prince, something she detested.

Unfortunately, the timidness he arose from her always bested her. It never failed to settle in, no matter how hard she tried.

Furthermore, if it wasn't difficult enough to be in his presence already, her past encounter with him the week prior was still fresh in her mind, and she desired nothing more than to go back in time to play it off better,

"Hey, Loki-Dokie, you want to play too?" She asked happily, forcibly swallowing down her nervousness, inviting him over to join her and Thor, even if it was just for a moment.

'- Again with that stupid name.' he thought sourly in regards to the pet name that followed him from his childhood, courtesy of the (h/c) haired female.

He scoffed and continued to read instead, only sneaking a slight peek at her.

And as his emerald eyes landed on her, he noticed the way her fingers played with each other, relentlessly poking one another, all while she waited for his worded response.

"Why are you fretting?" He asked nonchalantly, slowly flipping to the next page and skimming his eyes over the handwritten words.

At his question, her eyes grew wide, and instantly, she bawled her fists, setting them to the sides, and by doing so stopping the little display,

"I'm not nervous!" She said all too quickly, huffing out the swift response .

"I never said you were nervous?" He asked her while being utterly perplexed, and altogether he set the book aside and began to focus on her, wondering just what had her so shaken.

He offered her a dull look, propping his chin on his palm, ready to entertain her in whatever silly conversation she had in hand, because honestly, it'd been far too long since they'd stood face to face for longer than a fraction of a second, and he wouldn't be honest if he said he was entirely pleased with that.

In the past, she'd always trail behind him, following his every step, however, That was of course before she grew older.

- Before she'd changed.

" what in the 9 realms is wrong with you?" he questioned her with wonder, receiving back an aggravated sigh before she turned to her heels, walking away without any response back to him that left him satisfied.

Immediately, he raised a brow in inquiry, "Am I missing something?" He asked himself.

"What in the world did she want?" He muttered to himself, not being able to think about anything else but their little conversation... if he could call it that.

He rolled his eyes and nibbled at his bottom lip before getting up abruptly,

"Honestly... that strange girl..." He huffed while trailing behind her, stopping immediately as he noticed her standing before Thor.

Hiding behind a pillar, he looked onto their interaction, his hold tightening onto the stone as he saw them showcase their obvious comfort with one another.

He couldn't hear them speak as they talked lowly to one another in a secretive manner that was only amongst themselves, but, even so, he felt green envy fester as he watched the way they stepped closer to one another.

From where he stood he saw a hidden romance, something he'd been growing suspicious of as of late, and much more despised.

"Perhaps...if you'd simply be straightforward, you'd get somewhere rather than turn back to me. " Thor grumbled with exasperation, snickering at the way her face colored cherry red.

" - You fight grand beasts, and yet fall under my brother's heel the second he sends you a look. Lady (f/n)...you truly amaze me." He chuckled before placing a hand to her head, ruffling her hair before trailing his hand down to grab her ripened cheek, pinching it.

"Teasing me doesn't help me," she sighed, brushing his hand off and hanging her head.

"Alright, Alright, forgive me," he said softly, grabbing both her hands in his, before raising them up to set them between their two bodies, tightly cradling them with true affection.

"- But I don't think you understand how much I love you both, and it brings me great comfort and joy to know that there is a woman here who truly loves my brother, and much more would do all she can for him." He confessed. "When you are ready to step forward and proclaim your love for him, I will do all I can to make sure you both see nothing but joy." He told her with sincerity.

Smiling largely, she brought her forehead down to their linked hands and thanked him, her voice soft and sweet as she was struck with tenderness,

"Would you truly accept me as part of your family?" she asked him breathily.

" A foolish question to ask," he stated, " I'm certain mother and father would both be pleased to have you as well." He told her. "But first you have to win over my brother," he reminded her, with a small bit of tease,

" Just remember, I will always be on your side, and I trust he will not overlook an amazing person such as yourself," he told her, quickly boosting her spirits with his uplifting words, giving her budding hope.

She remembered Thor’s promise of help as she trailed behind him, her heart soaring all the while, coming back to life once she'd heard the news that Loki was still alive.

She had mourned greatly over his presumed death, crying heart wounded tears at his passing, but now, she felt hope as she discovered he was alive, and in Midguard of all places.

"- I want to go with you," she said to Thor, a beautiful smile stretched over her face, illuminating her features. "You have to take me with you," she told him, her shining eyes filled with brimming optimism as she continued to speak.

She then playfully slipped herself to stand before him, wearing the same elation, her jubilance soon melting as she noticed his less than pleased look,

"What...What's the matter Thor?" she asked him with concern, not understanding his grave face.

Was he not happy to know Loki was alive?

She figured he would be the first to jump for joy, possibly surpassing her own enthusiasm.

Thor looked down at her, his blue eyes both filled with conflict before he closed them with a hard breath, pushing her aside and walking past her altogether.

Stunned and wide-eyed she whipped back to glare at his back in disbelief, storming over to him, and making her way in front of him within a few stomps, her hands both pushing him back.

"What's wrong with you!" she asked him, growing alarmed. "Did you not hear me? " she asked him, her voice rising to a higher pitch as her eyes hardened, demanding not only to go alongside him but an answer to why he seemed so ominous.

Again he stayed silent, his chest rising and falling hard as he reached for both her hands with the hand not holding Mjolnir.

"Why...Why won't you talk to me...?" she asked him in a small voice, "Are you not happy he lives?" She questioned him, her eyes wide as she looked up at him with innocence.

His hand then shook as it grasped hers, tightening at her question, "You'll see him when I bring him back," he told her sternly.

"Why are you refusing to answer me?" she asked him, stepping forward to get closer, her chest touching him as she looked up at him with question, searching for the truth.

" Answer me Thor!" she cried out, knowing that something wasn't right and that she was being held in the dark.

She then wiggled her hands out from his grasp as a sense of dread draped over her shoulders like a cold, wet blanket.

Glaring down at her, Thor dropped Mjolnir from his hold, placing both his palms on either side of her face, peering down at her with hurt blue crystals, " Have you heard of why he's there?" he questioned her in a low rumble.

Shaking her head she answered truthfully, " I just know he lives, " she admitted to him.

" Why?" She breathed. "What are you not telling me?" she asked him, her head tilting as she tried to see his eyes in a better light, desperately searching for answers in any way she could.

"- My brother has been on a downward spiral," he began, " and he has only sunken lower," he informed her.

"He's become a tyrant," he told her. "He's wielding power he cannot be entrusted with, and reigning down on Midguard as a wicked oppressor, already having taken lives for his gain.

So, I'm not there to simply speak to him..." he informed her.

"- I need to do this alone," he told her. " You love him so, but only the man he once was. I've seen him grow wicked. He's -"

"He's still Loki!" she stubbornly input.

"He's still your brother..." she said while growing glossy-eyed, fearing the worst for the younger Asgardian male.

"which is all the more reason why I must be the one to go. I have to convince him to come back, to give up that mindset in which has placed us in conflict.

To stop this madness...

To bring back the tesseract... And if I cannot... then..."

"Then what?" she questioned him, watching as his jaw tightened while he struggled to find the right words.

"Then...You'll kill him..?" she said with a hitch in her breath, pushing him off.

"Are you going to kill him?" she said anxiously, her aching chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"The Earth is under my protection," he answered her, not being able to stomach the idea of harming his brother.

Blood or not, they were still siblings, and love was not something that could be fabricated.

He loved his younger kin and would stop at nothing to bring him back safely, but with that being said, he understood the possible outcome, the probable outcome that is -

' He won't come easily,' He told himself.

Thor wanted to convince Loki with just words, to make him understand his wrongdoings with simple talk, but he knew his stubborn brother. Muchmore, he had come to see the pain held within him that had only manifested into resenting and spite, all of which only plunged the younger into more darkness.

"Please..." (f/n) said softly, "Y- You can't!" she said in disbelief, shaking her head.

"You can't do this to him! You can't do this to your own brother!" She cried out in desperation, her hysterics stopped by his booming voice,

"Do you think I want to !" he cried out to her. "Do you think that if I had any other option, I'd avoid all of this!" he went on.

And in his split moment of vulnerability, she could see his truths, all of which left her even more brokenhearted.

Her hands then tightened at her sides as she took in his words,

" Then with more reason..." she murmured, " with more reason I need to go. Because if he doesn't make it back...

I want to at least see him once more." She told him. " I already know punishment awaits him as he returns, I already understand that ... but even so, I will still love him," she told him.

"Even after knowing his true heritage, I still mourned him, and I still continue to cry for him and yearn for him. " She admitted to him, wanting him to understand the true depths of her affection,

"Can you not see, Thor?" she asked him, her voice soft and filled with plea,

" So please have mercy on me," she begged him. "I not only ask you as a wounded woman, but as a warrior without heart.

Without true purpose anymore...

I beg you as a friend to please take with you. Please let me be at his side once more." She rambled. " I will do all I can... I will do all I can to save him," she promised him.

" Please... let us share this pain, for if it comes to be that his heart has grown black, and too far gone into villainy...then I will help you carry his body back," she told him, bowing her head.

Gazing down at her, he saw her own defenselessness, taking it in with understanding, blue orbs.

With a small, silent nod, he slipped his hand into Mjolnir's leather strap before tightly holding onto the hammer and picking it up.

"We have no time to waste," he told her after a strong heave, "We will have my father transport us to earth," he then told her.

Nodding quickly, she placed a hand onto her sword at her side.

"It is not just Loki that is there, There are others who want his head now," he warned her, "His actions... they have been...unpleasant," he continued to caution her, letting her know what lay ahead.

"Then I will protect my prince," she stated firmly, her hand that had already been placed on her weapon, tightening, "From others and himself," she said sternly.

"And I will aid you, Thor, " she said with certainty.

" I know there is good in him," she told him, clinging onto the former image of him, " I know We can bring both he and the Tesseract back," she added, a crooked smile twitching at her lips.

And he wanted to believe her.

He wanted to agree with her words, but far, deep within his heart, he knew she was being nieve.

Yet, he said not a word to confront her, because he had felt love too. He had come to know the feelings within her breast, identifying the same naiveté that had once been his own heart.

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Once she found herself before him, she'd already been exposed to his wrongdoings. She knew of every wicked act, and yet, she still felt the same for him.

' I know there is good in you...I just know there is,' she thought with faith, firmly grasping onto the belief.

"Please Loki", she begged, both her eyes pleading with him as every ounce of her being was doused in mercy and benevolence, wanting nothing more than to stop him from falling further into the dark abyss he had stepped into.

She threw her weapons aside, making them fly out to land many feet away from her, striping herself of everything she'd strived to be.

She made herself vulnerable for him, throwing aside her blade to show him he was above her pride as a warrior.

Because, truthfully, all in which she had prided herself in would have never been obtained if it wasn't for her devotion to him.

Her prince was hurt, he was wounded beyond the flesh and punctured deep within his bleeding heart, and in response, her own cried out. And it only began to fall apart as she watched him sink furthermore.

Like many times before she was weak for him, but this time, rather than shying away, she stepped forward, finding new strength.

"Have you come here to beg for my mercy ?" he questioned her with animosity.

His dimmed evergreen gems bore into her (e/c) eyes with anything but the innocence that once lay within them in the past, and yet, she still approached him.

' You are there Loki... I just know it,' she thought to herself.

"I said did you come to ask for my mercy ?" he repeated, seemingly savoring the moment he had at boastfulness, enjoying having the world under his whim and in submission.

And to him, it was almost laughable.

He'd easily evaded their "mightiest." and was now only steps from ruling.

He'd assumed that he couldn't reach a greater high, and that things couldn't have gotten better, until she showed up.

"I came to help you..." she spoke softly. " I came to aid my prince, " she told him, and at her words, he laughed the sound evolving into an unhinged state.

"Prince?" he questioned her with mock. " I am no prince, I am a king!" he told her.

"Don't you dare insult me with such a low title, with such pathetic words, as though I need your good virtue to 'save me'." He told her.

"I know you're reasoning." He started, " Of course...you came here for his sake," he said lowly. " You came to beg under his word, to bring Odinson his victory, have you not?" he asked her, sounding certain.

" Thor Odinson, or should I say Only son...Only worthy man ..." he added, his voice drifting into a low rumble.

"You are still Odinson aswell," she uttered, causing his teeth to bare,

" Don't belittle me, I've told you once to not provoke me." he sneered. " You must know well enough I am no son of his...That I am nothing but a trophy... A monstrous creature you, yourself also swore to slay!" he said angrily, spitting out the words that were laced with hurt.

"I came here for you Loki, not under Odin's command, nor Thor's will." She declared.

"I came because..." She started, taking in a shaky breath, "because..." she struggled, "Because I ...I Love you," she said softly, still feeling the same sentiment for him, her heart almost popping as she said the words.

"You...love me..?" he breathed, stepping closer to her by three steps.

Nodding she spoke, " I swear I do Loki, I have loved you for years, and I will continue to for more to come ... " she confessed.

She'd always imagined the moment she finally confessed to him her love, and now that it was happening, she felt once again as she did when she was younger; and soon, bashful, beautiful little fuzziness teased her from within.

As he approached her, the feeling became almost unbearable, very near to consuming her.

He hung his head as a smile curled at his lips, a deep chuckle rousing from his chest, "then do as I wish... under my whim, bow down." He said with the utmost vainglory, seething the words to her as he looked down at her.

She stared at him glossy-eyed, her lips trembling as she heard him speak,

"Loki?" she said softly, taken back by his order.

The harsh tone in which he had spoken to her shook her, making her (e/c) eyes moisten, wearing the heartache that lay in her breast out on display.

"Kneel, " he ordered again, the second time sounding even harsher, outraged at her disobedience, "Show your loyalty to me, Show me your supposed love," He told her, taunting her.

With the glowing sector in his hand, he brought it down to the floor with a harsh clunking sound, making the length of her spine run cold as ice.

She jumped slightly, never having heard him sound so irate, especially not with the spite directed at her.

The gleaming light in his eyes that showed merriment at her terror also was captured by her wide eyes, and bowing her head down in mercy she trembled, placing her hands flat to the floor as she kneeled down to him.

She shook with harsh tremors, but not with fear, nor lividness.

She shook with sorrow as she released her withheld tears and let them descend down to the filthy, debris-covered ground. The small drops of salted water spilled to the spot, creating small, dark specks for him to witness.

Her heart still ached for who she thought he was.

Kind, sweet, and misunderstood Loki.

Loki, the young boy who played with her as a child.

The same one who was enchanted by the uses of magic and filled with wonder boundless by the existing dimensions.

The same Loki that never liked to fight, but nonetheless stayed to entertain his brother and her.

Loki, the one who'd smile every so often and melt her heart with the soft showcase of affection.

The shield in which her eyes had once set on him became cracked and slowly crumbled, soon seeing nothing but a bitter, cruel person cackling at her showcased sorrow.

The kind Loki she knew wouldn't do such a cruel thing, even if he rejected her affection.

And by then, she couldn't see him anymore, despite desperately wanting to believe that he was alive, waiting for her reach and holding on to the idea of someone wanting him as he was.

' Loki... where are you?' she thought sniveling, raising her gaze up to him, not knowing the man before her.

" I came to beg you to come back," she said kneeling before him, this time sounding uncertain.

'All I've ever wanted... Was your happiness, Loki. I wish I would have been clear with you, because if I had known you were so troubled, I wouldn't have wasted time with my own fears. I would have let go of my insecurities to assure you of yours...'

" Please. Please just come back." She said imploring him, her voice shaking.

"You're as annoying as that oaf." He said snidely. "But once I rule over Midguard, and make all those pathetic humans fall to their knees as you are now, you will understand." He told her. " You will come to realize...No... Everyone will see how fit I was to be the one in rule.

Everyone will know much mightier I can be, " he said with certainty.

"- How much better I am than Thor!" he claimed. "I will prove I am filled with glorious purpose," He told her.

"Tell me, did you truly come here thinking I was a fool?" he asked her. " No... much more, did you believe your ploy as a wounded damsel would work on me?...when I know the truth?" he asked her.

"What ploy Loki?" she asked him, utterly perplexed. "what truth are you speaking of?" she said in confusion.

" Don't insult me any longer foul wench!" He said angrily, crying out to her with frustration as he saw her look up at him so wretchedly.

She dared to look at him as though he was deserving of pity, and it scathed him.

"You think I'm that stupid little boy, don't you?" He asked her, " You think I'm the same fool you constantly teased, as you went to that idiot time and time again, following him like a dog! like a bitch in heat!" He cried out.

His words struck her as he spoke so coldly and full of spite, and she did nothing more than listen to him, knowing none of it was true.

Did he honestly believe such a thing?

Her love for Thor was brotherly love, admiration, and nothing more.

It was her strive to be just as powerful and mighty, all so she could be worthy of Loki's affection.

- So she could protect him and keep him safe.

- So she could love him and be deserving of him.

She suddenly stood up, quickly stepping towards him before daringly touching her hands to his cheeks, "Please believe me," she told him, " please know that I am here for you, that I came here for you only," she insisted, staring deep into his jaded eyes.

She searched for something, anything that showed his true, inner musings, but she found nothing yet again.

"I truly do love you..." she said before stretching to capture his lips, salty tears melded with the taste of her lips and she poured her entire heart within that single, long kiss.

All the years of her harbored love, as well as all the suffrage she felt at his absence, were there, mixed with all the heartache she felt while seeing his current state.

It was all there, and he eagerly accepted her, one of his hands fisting her (light/dark) hair as he pulled her closer.

"So you believe me..." she said softly, her crying face blossoming with young optimism as he stared down at her.

He gave her a soft smile as he tightened his hold, once again capturing her lips, and with a staggering breath, she willingly let herself melt.

Her arms desperately held him as her body gravitated to him, never wanting to part.

He pulled away slightly, his lips still grazing hers, also unwilling to part, "It doesn't matter now," he said softly, " because now I have you... And I'll make sure to keep you tied down.

- At my order and whim," He said tearing away from her, his hold on her strands still there as he restrained her.

Her (e/c) colored eyes opened wide, staring at him with obvious hurt as she watched him use his other hand to raise his weapon.

He felt his heart tighten as his body reacted with aggression. Admittedly, her touch had affected him, because he'd loved her for years.

He'd always been longing for her, but wasn't convinced that her love was true,

'It's no coincidence,' He thought to himself, unable to overlook the timing of her confession,

'You do it for him.

You do it to toy with me again...' He thought with lukewarm amusement.

Through a tightened jaw he touched the tip of the scepter to her heart, "Temptress... I know you play dirty," he mused as a blue light emitted from his scepter.

She felt a surge of its power spreading throughout her body in shockwaves, making her feel suffocated at the overbearing power. Her pounding heart came to a sudden halt as she felt quakes of snake-like bursts course through her body.

Her pretty (e/c) eyes then turned pitch black before an electrifying blue settled into the irises, and it was only then that he let his grip fall.

"Now... you'll be at my side instead.

As you always should have been., as you'll remain for the rest of eternity, my (f/n)," He said sweetly, running his left thumb beneath her tearing (e/c) right eye.

'All I've ever wanted was your happiness...

Loki...All I wanted was to keep you safe...' she thought with sorrow.

Behind her glassy eyes, she stared out into the world from her puppet state as she was bound to him by a wicked spell. A colossal excess of woe weighed down her lacerated heart as she watched him fall further into the dark abyss he so eagerly drove through headfirst.

She watched him destroy himself, falling more from Grace with each wicked action he gleefully took part in,

'if only I had known...Loki ... Loki- Doki...Are you still in there? Are you still waiting?'

A bittersweet feeling overcame her as she came to a realization that now she was at his side, cuddled with him in the same dark, empty corner he had previously occupied on his own.

Together...

' I won't fail you again,' She thought with a small glimmer of light barely flickering in her expressionless eyes. 'And you won't be alone ...Because I'll always be there.' she thought with selfless commitment.

'I'll always be at your side, and when you fall, I'll make sure to do so as well, ' She swore, ready for the inevitable demise awaiting them.

'My love for you is boundless...'

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The Union of Beauty and the Beast

Birthday Gift for Francis! | @yunalaqi

Author - Ghost Characters - Warwick, Qiyana, Sizani and Firefang. Word Count - 5,538

It began as many stories of happiness and fulfillment do--with a single spontaneous moment. One crucial meeting that might’ve never happened had the stars not aligned just right, something inconsequential at first blooming into something beatific and majestic. Much like a seed germinated in rich, fertile soil that will one day grow mighty with the right hands to nurture it along and the right level of determination to weather any hardship. For this, the moment was the day Qiyana and Warwick’s agents agreed on putting together a collab between the two artists. The soil was the constant proximity they had, and their desire to ensure a finished product of superb quality. Meanwhile, the growing fondness they had for one another, the distance between their hearts shortening, were the hands responsible for nurturing the sapling. And their determination to endure strife came through in their refusal to cut off contact once the project came to a close. They knew one another for several years following their collab, and nothing was ever the same after. It was most apparent in the works produced by Warwick. No longer were they harsh, cutting to the quick about seemingly disparate things without any genuine passion behind the words. Rather, more and more harmonious melodies came forward to accentuate loving lyrics directed towards an unseen individual. Each verse was delivered with such enthusiasm and heart that none thought him capable of before. More videos were released about issues around the world, paralleling an increasing effort on the part of the concrete jungle’s king to leave the world a better place than he found it. Without warning, the beast seemed to have found his long-lost spark amid the embers of the dying fire in his breast. More subtly was the change in the empress of True Death. She’d always been a hard-working woman dedicated to seeing the dreams of her and the family she found in the band come to fruition. But after the collab project? It was as if she was trying to outdo herself at every opportunity: rhymes became more fluid, beats resonant all the quicker, the meaning behind every word hit home harder, and the choreography of each video more and more eye-catching. All in all, it seemed the woman was hellbent on ensuring the stride she hit with her band was but the first stage of TD’s success. But they never let their evolving relationship slip out to be disseminated to the public. It was all very hush-hush--kept to the coziness of private moments. Of course, this didn’t stop some tenacious people from capturing snippets of intimate moments. Nor did their efforts fully curtail any rumors from being born and spreading to anyone willing to listen. Yet no one realized the entirety of the situation, all thanks to the two’s desire to keep these moments private. That is until the day Warwick, without concern for anyone watching, decided to take a knee before his queen, his empress, with an outstretched hand and open box. Then the world of music was abuzz with commotion.

Warwick never expected the sheer scope of planning and setting up a wedding required. This was compounded by the fact that preparing parties had never been his forte, let alone something as paramount as a wedding. This was due in large part to his disdain for large get-togethers. He’d never seen the appeal of trying to rub shoulders with socialites or other well-to-do folks, whether they were part of the music world or not. His dislike for such affairs as those was so great, in fact, that his agents more or less had to bribe him to attend soirees that were very important to his career. This time, though, was very different--he actually cared about the proceedings, for one. He cared so much that the consideration of performing all manners of awfulness on anyone who tried to spoil the proceedings had crossed his mind a number of times. Yet while he wouldn’t be happy if Qiyana wasn’t, Warwick did his best to console his betrothed when the idea of something going awry worked its way into her head. One way he did so was by taking an active role in helping set the whole thing up. That way, at the very least, she didn’t have to shoulder the burden alone. However, this was easier said than done as Qiyana insisted the two of them refrained from seeing one another until the day of, not until she was walking down the aisle. She explained to him--over text--how disaster awaited any bride or groom who met in person before the ceremony. And while he may not have believed such superstition, he was more than willing to humor her to abate her concerns. Thus he kept his phone on his person at all times, and never let a single notification from his cell go unnoticed. A notable instance of Warwick needing to shoulder something Qiyana couldn’t see to because of how hectic her schedule was growing the closer the date approached: when she asked him to meet with the wedding planner to help decide on the types of flowers to be used in the decor. It seemed rather trivial to him, but the planner ensured that the proper arrangement of beatific bouquets would cement the memory in every guest’s mind. The skeptic in him wanted to disagree on principle. But he held his tongue and went to go meet with the planner. They met at the building where the ceremony would be held. I t was an extravagant ballroom lined with massive windows along the back wall as it curved around and provided an overlook of a sandy coastline, the tide lapping against the beach’s particulate without rhyme or reason. One could close their eyes and be serenaded by the oceanic hymn nature was so gracious to provide. There was a gray overcast preventing the usual soft streaks of radiance from cascading through onto the polished marble floor. Rows of seats draped with stark silk and tied off towards the center with an indigo bow provided an aisle for the bride and groom to walk down. Where the aforementioned couple would stand, in front of the priest, was an archway carved out of a single immense block of marble. Floral patterns were conjoined with idyllic scenes of a perennial forest that could trace its history back before the emergence of mankind, all etched into its surface. This ornate aesthetic was furthered by the strips of fine fabric hung from the trusses of the ceiling, each accented by strips of golden embroidery. Truly, the only thing missing from such a scenic view was a final splash of life and color--the flowers. “So, I have a few options based on you and your bride’s tastes to choose from--although considering Qiyana’s favorite seems to be the hibiscus, I thought it best to narrow the choices down to species of that specific type.” The way the planner spoke caused Warwick’s ears to chafe. The woman snapped her fingers three times as she walked with the towering beast down the aisle, stopping and turning to face him once at the spot where the vows would be sworn. Several other people hurried up with an armful of fresh hibiscus bouquets in tow, the bright scarlet heads of the flora bouncing in sync with their carriers’ step. Tiny pearls of gold dotted the tip of the flowers’ stigma, yet the vivid appearance belied a rather modest fragrance. “These look good, yeah,” Warwick murmured, nodding to himself. These would no doubt compliment the overall decor if placed with the seats as per Qiyana’s outline. But something nagged at him. “...these also gunna be used ta scatter on t’e aisle?” Preoccupied with jotting something down on the papers attached to her clipboard, the planner dismissed the people with a wave of her hand. “Hmm?” She didn’t even look up from her notes. “Oh. Yes, that would be the plan.” Looming over her, the beast tapered his eyes and lifted his lips high as either ear stood to attention. He’d never enjoyed having someone not afford him the courtesy of meeting his gaze during a conversation. But this woman, in particular, irked him something fierce. “Wou’d it be possible ta change t’e kinda flow’r used fer t’at?” This was enough to catch her attention, evidently, as she looked up with bewildered eyes. “Ye-es...?” “Oka’, t’en I’d like ta use Forget Me Nots instead, thank ya.” “...might I ask-” “No.” And with that, the man was sauntering off. Later that day, he’d crash back into the sofa of his living room with an exasperated sigh before pulling out his phone. Even with the custom design meant to accommodate his unique biology, it was still a hassle to use. Regardless, he pulled up his wife-to-be’s contact information and send her a text--he only hoped she wasn’t busy with anything or too tired to respond. >>Rohi--I need to ask you somethin. Afterward, he placed the thing facedown onto the fabric straining against his chest and waited. Thankfully it wasn’t much of a wait. For within the span of a few minutes, the notification blip caught his attention. >>Yes? What is it? And did you talk with the planner about the flowers? >>Yeah, I did--that’s actually what I wanted to ask you about. Is it okay that I asked her to change what kind was used on the aisle? >>Well, what did you change it to? >>Forget-Me-Nots. >>Your favorite? They’re really pretty, can I ask why you wanted them? >>Forget-Me-Nots represent memory, ya ken? Like, if you use em, then it’s like saying you never wanna forget somethin. Mom said she had em next to her when I was born... they were there when she died, too. Our gettin together? Is somethin I never wanna forget, not for a second. There was no response for several moments. >>Rohi? >>Sorry, sorry. That’s so sweet, I love it <3 >>Anythin for you, lov’ <3 Without realizing, Warwick had started smiling like some lovestruck fool--because he was one when it came to Qiyana. >>I love you so much, Warwick <3 >>Not as much as I love you >>Nuh uh, I love you more, I have a trophy that says so >>Well I’ve got four times as big a heart as anyone out there, so I got much more to love with And it went on like this until the chimera, along with his wifey, passed out.

Frazzled nerves and a stomach full of butterflies were common experiences for women on the day of their joyful nuptials, but Qiyana was anything but a common woman. For her, the day leading up to the ceremony filled her with exponential euphoria and excitement at the thought of being united with her hubby. She’d been smiling the whole time while touching up her visage with a tidbit of makeup. But these feelings were nowhere near as intense as they were now that she was standing in front of a mirror in the dressing room of the building the marriage was taking place in. Something which did not escape the notice of her omele, Sizani, even while preoccupied with helping her grandchild slip into her wedding dress. At her ripe age, Qiyana's omele was still a beatific woman wielding wisdom and overt authority in equal measures from the dark pools of chocolate amid an ocean of white in her eyes. She was the kind of individual people came to for sage advice yet never understood what was given until the exact moment they’d need it. Her snow-white hair was pulled taut into numerous dreadlocks that curled down past the nape of her neck and rested against her shoulders. Sizani was often seen wearing delicate fabrics colored in differing shades of purple, accentuated by the ornate jewelry commonly found on her person. Suffice to say, Qiyana owed her beauty to what she inherited from her omele--or so the old woman claimed. Despite all of her stern demeanor, though, Sizani was more than eager to crack a few jokes and tease her grandchild with her choice of man. It was enough to get Qiyana to crack a smile and giggle alongside her grandmother. She even returned the ribbing in kind as they continued to fit her for her dress--spending time with her omele always put a smile on her face. Eventually, the dress was fitted snug over Qiyana’s curves. The outfit boasted a soft palette of pinks and shades of white, as well as the finest silk money could buy. A window exposed her back, framing the veiled skin like a picture one would keep on their nightstand. Strips of transparent material along either fitted sleeve evinced her mocha flesh, each coming to a unified point at a single ring of precious metal around her middle finger. And up from the profuse transparent frills billowing out from the chapel trailing a foot behind her to the decotellage exposing her cleavage, stark embroidery fashioned in the likeness of blooming flowers interwoven with heart-like shapes decorated the fabric. Said decotellage brought attention to the various pieces of jewelry Warwick had bought for her over the years with the centerpiece being a necklace that had half of a heart-shaped locket dangling at the end. It was as if the Empress of some exotic, far-off kingdom had come to bless the peasantry of a third-world nation with her presence. Spinning in a circle once, twice and thrice, an ear-to-ear smile worked its way onto Qiyana’s countenance. The same delight was evident on Sizani’s face as she clapped several times. Save for the moment she was signed on by the TD producer, there was no moment in her life that filled Qiyana with as much euphoric joy as the day of her marriage. “You look perfect~!” Sizani said. “I know I do, but thank you for reminding me,” Qiyana responded. As if to further reinforce this fact, there was a series of excited yaps from the third occupant of the room. He normally came up to his mother’s, Qiyana, knee but now was only about mid-shin height with her high heels on. Big ears he’d yet to grow into had only just begun stiffening a few weeks prior, so both were still partially floppy. There was a tiny pink ribbon secured around his neck in place of a collar for the special event. A coat of tawny brown fur with accents of fiery gold covered the body of a wolf puppy that’s barely a month shy of half a year old. This pint-sized bundle of energy and jubilation was Firefang, Qiyana’s most precious baby. Firefang had been snoozing away atop a fancy downy pillow near where the two women had been fiddling with the dress, and now that they were done, he was up and ready to hoard all of his mommy’s attention. “Seems like your baby wants to remind you, too.” She shuffled over and bent over to pinch either of her baby’s cheeks, stretching them out with a grin and giving his head little shakes. Qiyana even scritched behind his ears and placed kisses atop his forehead. This was met by more yapping and a blep of his tongue. He was satisfied with the affection she showered him in. “Careful, you’ll need to reapply your makeup if he starts giving you kisses.” “Thank you for the concern, but it’ll be fine-” There came a knocking at the dressing room’s door, then the voice of Sizani’s husband informing the trio that it was a few minutes until they had to go. So, unfortunately, the hijinx occurring between those within the room had to be concluded. Sizani approached Qiyana with a soft grin, hands folded over one another against her waist, before reaching out to swaddle her grandchild in either arm. While usually reluctant, the melodica empress leaned into the embrace with a tightness her normal disposition belied. It was the kind of affection she’d never received from her supposed sisters, even her own parents. That was but one reason why she made sure none but her omele and her husband received an invitation to the wedding. There was fierce yapping from the side, garnering the women’s attention, as Firefang demanded to be included. They smiled and scooped up the canine to be squished between them in the hug. After a moment, once Firefang was balanced atop Sizani’s shoulder, they pulled away and Qiyana finally glimpsed the sheer intensity of pride and exultation burned in the other’s eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” Sizani whispered. “I’m so happy you came,” Qiyana breathed. “I wouldn’t miss my precious granddaughter’s big day even if someone offered me the whole world.” To witness the sheer joy softening the bride’s face at that moment would’ve been to gaze upon the sun itself as it crested the mountainous horizon with its rose-tipped fingers. For a moment, warm liquid welled up at the corners of her eyes--but being who she was, Qiyana did her best to wipe them away. Another knock came at the door to serve as a reminder. “Yes, yes, we heard you the first time, []! Everyone can wait while I congratulate my baby!” This earned profuse apology on the part of her husband, a confused mmm-ing from Firefang and a hearty chuckle from Qiyana. The elderly woman huffed a moment, annoyance contorting her visage a moment, before laughing with a sigh and moving Firefang from her shoulder to a more stable grip in either arm and hand. “No matter what anyone says about you, know that your omele loves you more than anyone--even that lumbering man who’s fallen for you. Okay? You’re the best singer out there, and that man is the luckiest man alive to get to be with you.” “I know, I know-” “And if he ever mistreats you!--” “Omele, please! He’d never do that, but, still... thank you, thank you so much for everything. For always supporting me; for always being there for me. It meant... so, so very, very much.” An ear-to-ear grin spread across Sizani’s face, “It was always a pleasure to support you...” Without another word, the two shared yet another tight embrace before parting anew and moving towards the door. “Shall we?” “Lets~!” “YAPYAP!!” When the door opened, Qiyana was greeted with the jubilant warmth of her omele’s husband and one of her best friend’s smiling faces. They were present for several reasons with the chief among them being to take Firefang off their hands. Each gave the bride their congratulations, sharing a hug and cheek kiss with her while passing off a bouquet of Forget Me Nots and hibiscus, before going off to take their seats with the tiny spitfire in tow. There was a brief moment of struggle when doing so, though, as the puppy was loath to be apart from his mommy. But since it was two people he liked doing so, with the aid of Qiyana’s kisses and reassurances, Firefang was willing to acquiesce. After they departed, Sizani extended an arm towards her granddaughter and Qiyana took her up on the gesture and interlocked it with her own arm while resting the opposing limb’s hand against her omele’s bicep. Then they began their trek.

Qiyana heard before she saw anything as a delicate piano began its solo serenade of the people invited to the affair. For a moment, there’d been the chatter of those now seated accompanying the piano. But they were very quick to die down to nothing. Then her nose picked up on the duet playing out between the modest fragrance of the hibiscus and the much stronger scent of the Forget Me Not flowers, the latter of which was far more restrained than what it could be had whole Forget Me Nots been used. And once she turned the corner into the open archway leading into the ballroom, she, at last, saw what she’d been anticipating from the moment Warwick got down on one knee. A trail of Forget Me Not petals led up to where Warwick and the priest stood beneath the marble arch. The former boasted a charcoal black tuxedo, even its custom size left the fabric straining against his bulk, bereft of its sleeves with a maroon red tie secured around his neck. The fur atop his head was slicked back to match the rest of his kempt pelt’s tidied aesthetic. Either of his ears was upright until she appeared, then they angled back slightly as his forehead smoothed while his brow raised up. His eyes, brimming with emotion, widened and his muzzle relaxed, jaw dropped ever so slightly. Framed by the soft palette of reds, yellows and oranges with indigo undertones that would grow increasingly skewed towards violet as the evening marched on into dusk were the people that’d been invited. It was not a large gathering of people by any means as this was a very intimate, private ceremony between those important to the bride and groom, primarily: the members of Qiyana’s family; Yasuo, Akali, Senna and her husband, her best friend and omele’s husband who made sure to keep Firefang from acting too rambunctious atop his seat, the wedding planner, the photographer hired to capture every second of the event, and a seat reserved for someone paramount to the groom. Who was this individual? Why it wasn’t a person at all. Rather, the cushioned seat propped up a single framed picture--the picture it contained was of Warwick’s mother, smiling with her arms wrapped around someone that’d been removed by someone who’d torn the photo. Sizani tightened her arm around Qiyana’s, getting her to look her way to exchange one final smile before regarding the path ahead of them anew. In sync with the piano, the two sauntered down the aisle as everyone present turned to watch the scene unfold. Everyone was smiling and quiet, save for Firefang who started yapping upon noticing his mommy. And with every step closer she got to her soon-to-be husband, Qiyana’s heart skipped a beat. Finally, her and her omele parted with a kiss as she took her place in front of Warwick and Sizani took her seat next to her husband. The look in Warwick’s eyes, as they usually did, told Qiyana everything she needed to hear--just like that, in an instant, every second they couldn’t be together was forgotten, swept away by the deluge of overwhelming joy coursing throughout her psyche. Then the piano came to a waning conclusion as the priest cleared his throat and opened the book he’d been holding against his breast. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, in the presence of God, to witness the joining together of Warwick and Qiyana in the holy covenant of marriage. Warwick and Qiyana recognize that marriage is an important part of God’s plan for mankind. Marriage is not just a social occasion with a religious touch thrown in. It is a service of worship from beginning to end, in which vows are made, prayers are offered, and blessings are given. “Warwick, if it is your intent to marry Qiyana, please respond with “I do.” Warwick, do you take Qiyana to be your wedded wife, to live together in holy matrimony and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do.” “Qiyana Yun Tal, if it is your intent to marry Michael, please respond with “I do.” Qiyana, do you take Michael to be your wedded husband, to live together in holy matrimony, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for as long as you both shall live?” “I do~” By now, those in charge of him managed to quiet Firefang down. “The ceremony of marriage is the first and oldest ceremony in the world. It was celebrated in the beginning of time in the presence of God himself. Marriage is a gift from God, given to comfort the sorrows and magnify life’s joy. Qiyana and Warwick, in all of life, rare is the moment that is filled with more hope, more joy, and more expectation that this sacred moment. By God’s design this moment will never be repeated, but rather be cherished as long as you both shall live. “A good marriage is created. “The little things in your life will become the big things. You will never be too old to hold hands, never be too old to say good night or for a gentle kiss. A good marriage is remembering to say “I love you” on a regular basis. It is never going to sleep angry. It is standing together, leaning on each other for strength and support. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is providing an atmosphere in which each of you can grow. It is finding room for the fruits of the spirit; which are love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. “It is not only marrying the right partner--it is being the right partner. “So much preparation has gone into making this moment a special occasion for you two and your guests. These next few minutes are more important than anything else that will happen today. These are the moments that you will look back and remember when you have children, when you have arguments, when you buy your first house together. “Don’t ever forget the words that you say this day; with God’s help, they will sustain your marriage through all of life’s ups and downs.” The subtle angling and twitching of the man’s ears were no doubt caused by picking up on people tearing up from the occasion. “To all those who have joined us to witness this special commitment by Warwick and Qiyana,” he made a broad sweeping gesture out towards the bridal party, “you play an important role in the lives of this couple. Your attendance here shows that you care for them and are supporting this marriage. I would ask that your support of this marriage not end on this day, but that you continue to support the union that they commit to. “It is often easy for us to undermine the value of the marriage commitment by saying simple things like “you don’t deserve this, you really should think about divorce” or even taking sides in an argument. Guard the words that you say, in jest and in counsel to this couple. Commit today, as friends and family, to uphold this marriage to the best of your ability and never do anything to harm it.” He turned and regarded Warwick, craning his neck up to do so. “Warwick, God has given you a unique personality and talents that add to this marriage. When Qiyana was asked why she chose to marry you, she says that you make her laugh, you got along with those most important to her, and above all else, you cherished her like no other. She said that she appreciates that you value her opinions, yet she can trust you to make good decisions for your family. Paul reminds us in Ephesians, that husbands are to love their wives as Christ loved the church. At this moment your love for your bride is apparent, I challenge you to grow in that love as you grow old together in life. Put her needs above your own and lead selflessly.” And then he shifted his gaze down to Qiyana. “Qiyana, as is apparent today, your groom finds you beautiful! When asked why he chose you to be his wife, Michael’s first response was “she saw something in a lumbering beast.” In our conversations together, it became apparent that without you around, Warwick might have stayed forever numb to his surroundings, forever maintaining a cold, stony heart! Warwick values your intelligence and that you are supportive of him as a person and the things that he enjoys doing.” Then he returned his gaze to between the two of them. “The two of you have a chance today to start your own family. You complement each other. Where one is weak, the other is strong. When one of you falls, the other can help pick them up. Choose today to keep God as the center of your marriage and there will be nothing that you could encounter that would tear you apart.” “These vows that you are about to commit are just words, but they cement forever your commitment to one another. Please, join hands and face one another as you recite the vows that’ve kept you up for so many nights crafting, perfecting, for one another.” They did so without delay, Warwick extending either of his massive mitts to take in Qiyana’s as they met each other’s gaze. They both started at once, then stopped to chuckle before allowing Qiyana to go first.

“Before I met you, Warwick, my life was dedicated to my baby, Firefang, and the family I found in Akali, Yasuo, Senna, her husband Lucian and Ekko. I didn’t believe I had the time to fit in something as intimate and precious as what we have now. Never before did I think I’d ever find a man or woman who’d become the entirety of my universe like you have. So no matter what, until the day I breathe my last, I will never listen to the people questioning our relationship, people expecting us to be normal--I will stand by your side, loving you with every fiber of my being.” Further disproving everyone who decried Warwick as a heartless beast of a man, tears began rolling freely from his eyes as Qiyana recited her painstaking vows. The runnels bled and diffused into the fur of his face. His hands tightened around hers as he cleared his throat to speak.

“’ve... nev’r been good w’th expressin’ myself through werds, and I of’en prefer showin’ someone ‘ow I feel rather’en tellin’, ya ken? So... what more ken I say t’at I’ve not already shown? So very much, I foun’ out as I thought ‘bout it... Qiyana, when I call ya Rohi, nev’r told ya what it meant--it means, “My soul.” Cause ya ar’ jus’ t’at, yer my soul, my everythin’... I wouldn’ be the man I am now without ya, wouldn’ be doin’ my momma proud without ya--bein’ more ‘n more like my old man... Yer the sun t’at brightens my day ‘n chases the ov’rcast away; yer the muse of my ev’ry song now; yer the woman t’at saw somethin’ a wurth in the body of a monst’r who couldn’ care less if som’un died in front’uv ‘is eyes... “Yer... everythin’--I cannit even think of a life without ya...” Now it was the Empress of True Damage’s turn to start shedding tears--something a scarce few people have ever seen. They carved a path down her face, smearing aspects of her makeup and dripping off her chin onto the marble floor. After a moment of quiet, save for the whining of Firefang at seeing his mommy cry, the priest continued on as he gestured towards the individual standing at the back, near the archway. This person was none other than Ekko as he carried the rings atop their pillow towards the bride and groom. “Warwick and Qiyana have chosen to present rings to each other as a token of their promise before God and these witnesses. They are a visible sign of an inward bond which unites two hearts in endless love. Warwick and Qiyana, from this day forward, the two of you shall be one.” Once there, Warwick took the much smaller of the golden bands as he held her left hand. “Do you Warwick, give this ring to Qiyana, as a token of your love for her?” “I do.” “Qiyana, will you wear this ring as evidence of your love for Warwick?” “I will~” He then slipped the ring onto her index finger. Then Qiyana took the much larger band. Because of the groom’s unique situation with his sheer size, a traditional ring couldn’t work comfortably. So a solution was devised revolving around a snapping mechanism that could secure the earring in a hole of his left ear that’d never healed. “And do you Qiyana, give this ring to Warwick, as a token of your love for him?” “I do~” “Warwick, will you wear this ring as evidence of your love for Qiyana?” “I will.” And so she snapped the ring into place in his ear. Once his role was finished, Ekko placed the pillow under one arm and stepped to the side. “Warwick and Qiyana have pledged their love for each other, and have expressed their commitment before God and before this gathering of friends and loved ones. They have given themselves completely to each other and declared it publicly by the giving and receiving of rings. Acting in the authority invested in me by the state, I now pronounce you husband and wife in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit--what God has joined together let no man separate. “Warwick, you may now kiss the bride, as it is with great joy that I present to you, Mr. and Mrs, Yun Tal.”

And kiss they did.

#✍️ Mun's Writing - Drabble ✍️#🎤 A Life of Rhyme 🎤#❤️ An Empress and Her King ❤️#🐺 Gnawing Hunger - IC 🐺#👑 yunalaqi 👑#🍃 AMBITIOUS SASS - Qiyana 🍃#🐺 The Beast - Warwick 🐺

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tough-girl9 · 6 years ago

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I decided to compile a list of all the Strange Magic fics I want to write in one place...

Afterwards

Post-movie two-shot. After their confession, Bog and Marianne have to decide where to go from here. Featuring Bog and Marianne navigating a very awkward, cute, shy first date, discussing Marianne’s dreams of uniting the kingdoms, and wanting very badly to hold hands but not being sure how to go about it.

Alone

Short one-shot. On one side of the border, a goblin king’s loneliness and hidden hunger to be loved eat away at his heart. On the other side of the border, a fairy princess sobs herself to sleep on what would have been her wedding night. A feel-good little character study type of thing comparing Bog and Marianne before they meet and after.

Beauty and the Beast

One-shot. Bog is in bed with a fever, so Marianne decides to share one of her favorite stories from her childhood with him. ButterflyBog fluff with a fairy version of the Beauty and the Beast tale, and Marianne and Bog bantering about how their own story fits.

Blue Eyes and Purple Wings

Multi-chapter AU. A fairy child and a goblin boy happen to meet on the border of two kingdoms and an unexpected friendship blossoms between light and dark. I know it’s been done before, but it’s too cute an idea not to try my hand at a version of it.

Boggy Woggy

Short one-shot. Marianne knew that the Bog King utterly despises Roland. What she never expected was to one day walk in on her current fiance attempting to strangle her ex. Inspired by a conversation with a friend who wanted to know how Bog would react to someone other than Dawn calling him “Boggy.”

Concerning Children

One-shot. With their wedding in the near future, Bog and Marianne have a serious discussion about what will happen to their kingdoms once they are married and the conversation turns to children. Marianne thinks they are discussing possibilities in case a goblin and a fairy are not able to have a child together. Bog thinks they are discussing the topic for a very different reason. Bog being his usual insecure self that can’t imagine Marianne desiring him, and Marianne reassuring him that that’s definitely not the case.

The Dark Side of the Moon

Multi-chapter fic. Not in the same continuity as most of my post-movie fics. Two kingdoms united, a fairy queen wedded to a goblin king, and dreams come true. But Roland has not yet given up on the throne and puts a new plan in action that could ruin everything. Dark and angsty, involving Roland attempting to have Bog assassinated, stealing the throne, and coercing Marianne into being his queen, Marianne striking a terrible deal with Roland to allow her unborn child and the rightful heir to live, and Sunny and Dawn leading an uprising against Roland.

Dates and Questions

One-shot. About a month into their relationship, Marianne and Bog are out for a date and find the courage to start asking each other some of the questions they’ve been wondering about, to learn a bit more about each other and put some of the myths surrounding their respective cultures to rest. Total fluff and humor with some exploration of fairy and goblin cultures.

Different Is What I Like

One-shot. When Bog finds his eldest daughter in tears, he finds himself giving her the same comfort that he had once given the woman who would become his wife. Bog as a father and teenage Princess Rosalind struggling with her biracial identity.

Double Date

One-shot. About a month after the events of the movie, Dawn and Sunny are planning an outing together, but when Dawn invites Marianne and Bog for a double date, things get a little awkward for a certain elf who is still a bit wary of his future brother-in-law. ButterflyBog, Potionless, and Bog & Sunny bonding.

An Eye For Beauty

Character study type of one-shot. Bog has a knack for seeing beauty in the most diverse and unexpected places, Marianne notices. There seems to be only one place where Bog can only find ugliness.

Fairy Princess, Goblin King

Human AU one-shot? That could possibly turn into more? Bogdan Kingsley is well aware that he has no life. The only thing he really enjoys are his weekly LARP group where he can immerse himself in his fantasy alter-ego of the dreaded goblin king. But when a newcomer joins the group, Bog finds his life turned upside-down.

Fairy Wings and Ferris Wheels

One-shot (or possibly two or three-shot with fairly short chapters) Human AU. Marianne, Dawn, Bog, and Sunny participate in a scavenger hunt challenge at their favorite theme park. Bog and Marianne being aggressively competitive dorks, Dawn and Sunny being cute together and pretending like they don’t know those two animals who are taking bumper car competition waaaay too seriously, and sisterly bonding.

Handsome

Three or Four Shot. Bog is happier than he’s ever been with his beautiful, fiery fairy girlfriend. But a chance reminder of his own hideousness sends him spiraling into worry and doubt over whether he is good enough for Marianne. So he goes to Sugar Plum Fairy for a different sort of potion, but Bog’s plans don’t go quite as he expected. Angst with lots of hurt/comfort fluff.

I Could Have Lost You

One-shot. During a tender moment, Bog becomes deeply distraught. As Marianne seeks to comfort her husband, she learns that he is still haunted by a moment from their past. My take on Bog’s guilt over coming so close to killing Marianne on the night they met.

I Think I Love You

One-shot. Marianne still caught her cheating fiance, but feeling emboldened by her freed self that has emerged, she decides to go to the Dark Forest to prove her dream of peace is possible. She finds the last thing she expected: a friend who understands heartbreak just as well as she does. But then, when everything is perfect, she has to go and mess it all up. I know it’s been done before multiple times, but I want to try my hand at it. Friends to lovers (when everyone but the two of them are well aware of what is transpiring and bets are being placed on who ends up kissing the other one first).

I Wish I Had Boys

Two-shot. In which the Fairy King gets his wish, and makes the effort to get to know his future sons-in-law a little better. Dagda & Sunny and Dadga & Bog bonding time.

Kidnapped!

One-shot. When Bog went to sleep that night, the last thing he expected was to be kidnapped. In which Marianne gives Bog a taste of his own kidnapping medicine and takes advantage of having a sexy goblin king in her power.

A King’s Wrath

One-shot. Marianne makes the mistake of confronting Bog in front of his servants when he’s chewing them out. Bog responds with seeming aggression and anger, damaging Marianne’s trust in him, but afterwards he comes to her privately to apologize and explain to her that goblins rule in a very different way than fairies.

A Lesson in Love

One-shot. Marianne couldn’t love her goblin boyfriend more, except for one thing. Every time he disparages himself or suggests that he is not enough, it is like a dagger in her heart. And so she decides to break her insecure boyfriend of the habit once and for all by giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Lovestruck

Multi-chapter AU. My take on the “what if it was Bog who got a face-full of love potion” scenario, because it’s just too delicious not to explore.

Meat

One-shot. Early in their relationship, Marianne stays for a meal in the Dark Forest with Bog and is confronted by a reality that she knows she should have realized beforehand but still can’t help but be deeply disturbed by, and she realizes she’s going to have to make a decision about whether she can truly accept Bog for who he is and everything that entails. Based on my headcanon that fairies do not eat meat.

Monster

One-shot. Bog overhears a group of fairies gossiping about their princess and her monstrous paramour. When Bog doesn’t show up for their date, Marianne goes looking for her lover.

Nothing Goes As Planned

One-shot. Both Bog and Marianne long to be parents, but they are beginning to think it might not be possible for them. Bittersweet Bog/Marianne bonding and comfort and discussions about alternatives to having biological children.

Oh You Scaly-Backed Cockroach

One-shot. Bog overhears (OK eavesdrops on) Marianne talking to Dawn about him. What he learns about how Marianne sees him is startling to him, but he decides to put this new piece of knowledge to the test, even if it takes him decidedly outside of his comfort zone.

One Fateful Day

Two or Three Shot most likely. Fifteen years ago, Bog almost ruined the life of the girl he loved and he’s lived with the guilt of his deed ever since. Now, he decides he finally needs to do what he should have done all those years ago and finally put the ghosts of That Fateful Day to rest. Bog-centric, but also deals with Marianne’s trust issues. I haven’t run across many fics that really deal with Bog’s guilt and shame for attempting to use the potion or him trying to make amends for what he did, so this is my attempt to explore that.

Only Fools Rush In

Multi-chapter fic. An alternate ending to Strange Magic where the “Tell Him/Her” confessions never took place and Marianne is not quite so sure she’s ready to give her heart to another man, even one like Bog. Basically, my attempt to explore what I felt would have been a more satisfying ending, where Marianne and Bog are not rushed into confessing their feelings and both of them have more time to wrestle with their hang-ups surrounding romance and finally come together on their own terms when they feel ready.

The Prisoner

Multi-chapter AU. When she marries the love of her life and the handsomest fairy in the kingdom, Marianne expects Happily Ever After. When King Roland declares war on the Dark Forest and takes the goblin ruler as a prisoner, Marianne gets something else entirely. On the dark and angsty side.

See You At the Dark Forest

Multi-chapter Human AU. Marianne and Dawn decide to check out the Dark Forest Café, and Dawn becomes quite smitten with the tall, dour owner. Marianne, on the other hand, is decidedly less smitten.

Stormy Evening

One-shot. An unexpected storm keeps Marianne a prisoner in the Dark Castle. She and Bog find plenty of ways to pass the time however. Fluff, make-out sessions, and Marianne and Bog having a conversation about Bog’s Obliviousness to the fact that he totally a goblin stud.

Unclad

Short one-shot. Bog finds himself worrying over whether his state of…undress is embarrassing to Marianne.

Unmarked

Multi-chapter Soulmate mark AU. Marianne has always had a strange dream about a place where light and dark meet, where blue eyes meet hers from the darkness, and a clawed hand with a mark that matches hers reaches out to seize her wrist. But the dream is pushed aside when she meets a dashing blond fairy with a matching mark and knows she’s met her soulmate. But nothing is quite what it seems, on either side of the border. Unabashed cliché, I know, but I don’t think I’ve run across a Strange Magic soulmate mark AU, so why not? In which Roland is his usual terrible, lying self and Marianne meets a goblin king who is mysteriously Unmarked.

Wedding Bells

One-shot (or possibly two-shot). ButterflyBog wedding! As Bog prepares for his wedding with old goblin customs, he shares a tender moment with the person who never gave up on seeing her boy happy beyond his wildest dreams. Bog & Griselda bonding, goblin wedding traditions, and the royal wedding of the century.

Where the Asters Bloom

One-shot. One day, Marianne notices that Bog seems particularly distracted. As it turns out, today is a day with special meaning for Bog and he decides to introduce Marianne to someone very dear to him. Bittersweet fluff with some exploration into Bog’s childhood and fairy and goblin customs surrounding death.

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katzuyas · 7 years ago

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to get back to you (I’ll live a thousand lives)

for day 2 of @victuuri-week, prompt yuuri: promises rating: mature warning: slight gore, suggestive themes

Sketches strew every surface in the small room Victor is renting for a portion of his commission money from Yakov, who loved the painting Victor did of Eros among the field of poppies that he already requested another "in the same tone, you hear me, boy?" to be made for his wife. Apparently, she too was enamoured with Victor's vision and demanded to see more. No sane person would dare deny Lady Lilia anything: not his husband, not her servants, and most definitely not the lowly painter who caught their family's fancy.

If a wind blows, you ride it, people say.

But they also say that winds blow counter to what ships desire.

Victor definitely feels it happen now, of all times, as he looks at the sketches cluttering his space. They are not for the new painting. They are scraps and pieces of a dream that Victor had of a strong back, an arm throwing a punch, the nape of the neck with short hair falling onto it: black, filled in with pencil. Others, of a perfectly shaped thighs and mounds of a rump with dimples that Victor imagined and added; or ones of a face – these are multiple and all angry, because Victor can't remember the face of the man who inspired him so, no matter how hard he tries.

He discards another sketch, frustrated.

"I need to see you again," he tells the piece of parchment that looks at him with vague lines and contours, but no expression whatsoever. "Who are you? How do I find you?"

Salvation comes to him when he least expects it: in the form of the young catch from all those nights before that sleepily blinks at him from within the sheets of Chris' bed.

"That's Yuuri," he says and yawns. "I know him. Want me to introduce you?"

Victor's breathless eagerness is met with an indulgent smile and a laugh, and Victor doesn't have to pretend not to see the fond look on his friend's face when he looks at his bed partner – he truly doesn't see it; his own happiness is an overwhelming flower that blooms suddenly, but smells oh so sweetly.

They meet at a tavern just as the sunlight leaves the world a dark and dangerous place to wander. Chris' arm wraps around his new conquest's shoulders – his name is Phichit, Victor puts to memory – but Victor's eyes at the moment have only enough attention to give to the man Phichit has brought with him: Yuuri.

He's radiant, that's what Victor thinks first.

He's sweet, that's what he notices next.

He's all that I want, that's what he realizes the more drinks they have together.

Victor's eyes never leave Yuuri's face as if he's trying to imprint the contour, the colour, the way light hits his cheeks and casts shadows on his eyelids and nose, and jaw. Yuuri blushes under the intensity of his gaze and it makes him no less beautiful than before. Quite the opposite.

Yuuri is a little quiet, a bit withdrawn, but Victor is already endeared to him enough that it does not bother him the least. Yuuri's shyness disappears the more empty pitchers litter their table, but it is replaced by a drunken flush that is just as delightful. Victor feels like he's living for the first time in a long, long while.

"So you're a master swordsman?" Victor asks, awed, but unsurprised. Yuuri's physique speaks for itself, so when he admits to having studied the way of the sword, Victor's interest only heightens. "I'm sure you must do a lot of training to keep yourself in fighting shape, right?"

"I do, yes," Yuuri nods into his pitcher. "It benefits me to be prepared, since I never know when I will be called upon to defend my lord."

He takes a sip of his beer and Victor watches how his throat works – that, in itself, is a work of art as well. Victor suddenly feels a stifling need to paint him. To bless the canvas with Yuuri's beauty and strength, and to worship Yuuri's body with reverence and affection that it deserves... if only he'd be allowed.

"Alright," Yuuri says and Victor has to blink. Did he say it aloud?

Yuuri's cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, almost a fetching red of a setting sun. His eyes, however, are a different beast entirely: they're dark and bewitching, looking at Victor with lazy kind of intensity that makes Victor shiver on the spot from how otherworldly beautiful Yuuri appears to him.

"You are taking aloud, still," he tells Victor just as his lips quirk in a smile that takes Victor's breath away. "Was that something you didn't mean to ask? I can pretend I didn't hear it, if it means anything."

It's Victor's turn to blush. Abstractly, he hopes the colour looks on him as good as it does on Yuuri, but he knows that no mortal could match the Eros that sits across from him in a dingy old tavern. The little candle lamp above them flickers out right when Victor shakes his head, so Yuuri's face disappears in the dark when Victor says:

"I meant every word I said."

Yuuri is silent for a long moment after Victor's voice dies. He drinks, Victor can somewhat see the movement of his arm in the scattered light that comes from other tables. The pitcher knocks hard onto the table when Yuuri sets it down again, and Victor almost jumps. Almost, because there's something intense in the air between them that he fears will break if he moves, and so he's frozen in giddy expectation of what is to come. His heart yammers on in his chest, noisy like a church bell calling people for mass... except what Victor's heart calls for is far less pious.

Yuuri stands up and leans on one hand over the table, grabs Victor's chin with the other. He pulls Victor's face close – enough that Victor can feel Yuuri's hot breath on his wet lips. The thunder he suddenly hears must be the blood in his veins that burns at the touch of the God of Love.

"I'd let you," Yuuri says in a murmur that sounds like a purr.

It takes Victor a while to remember what Yuuri would let him do, but when his head catches up with what his heart is telling him, Victor's mouth parts on a weak break that leaves his lungs akin to a whine.

"Promise?" he asks, afraid that whatever dream he's having will disappear once the haze of alcohol clears.

It's still dark where they sit and there is no possible explanation for it, but Victor sees it: the way Yuuri's lips quirk in a smile that brings about an image of Eros gazing at a lovestruck fool from the chasm in his beloved's chest, in the place a living, beating heart should have been. The vision sticks with him, like that very first time it had, and when Yuuri's thumb presses against Victor's bottom lip, Victor knows he'd found what he has been yearning for.

His muse.

"I promise," Yuuri says, and Victor sells himself to Eros: body and soul.

#victuri #victuuri #vikturi #viktuuri #victuuriweek #yuri on ice #day 2 #fic #prompt: promises #my fic #now there we go #starting things slow but it's getting there #I should call this fic 'the one in which victor is v gay and pining forever'#I mean #they will kiss but still #he's always pining #I swear to god vitya DO SOMETHING WITH URSELF #tycdyhbgvju

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pocketseizure · 7 years ago

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The Price of Wisdom, Chapter 1

To Be Haunted

The Champions and their Divine Beasts have fallen, and the hero chosen by the Master Sword hovers between life and death. Now that everything else has been taken from her, Zelda has no choice but to confront the Calamity that destroyed her kingdom. She walks through a palimpsest of memories as she searches for its source within Hyrule Castle, where she learns that Ganon is not what she thought it was.

Chapter 1/6 ☆ 1,300 words ☆ Also on AO3 ☆ Cover Illustration

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The silence bled through the cracks of the castle and coagulated into thick pools of stillness.

Zelda thought it would be different, somehow. The roar of flames and the screams of refugees had been deafening as she made her way through Hyrule Castle Town with slow and deliberate steps. The air had been filled with ash and the ozone flash of the beams of the Guardians, which skittered through the burning buildings like spiders grown fat and frantic. These machines moved as Zelda had never seen them move before, and despite her growing apprehension she was able to appreciate the efficiency of their trajectories. She had expected chaos to reign at the castle as well, but the reality of the situation was infinitely more disturbing.

When she stepped through the gates at the entrance to the castle complex, it was as if she had passed through an invisible curtain. On the outside, the city screamed in pain as it was consumed by flames. On the inside, the castle lay within a single moment of dreadful anticipation. A strange acrid smell tickled her nose, but there was no smoke.

A vague sense of vertigo tugged at the edges of Zelda's attention, and it took her a few seconds to place its source. The geometry of the architecture was appallingly amiss. Lines that should have ended in neat angles were twisted, and corners compressed themselves into nothing or expanded into impossibly vast pockets of space. It was like looking through a heat haze, but the air was cool, almost chilly. Something was terribly wrong here.

As Zelda walked into the lower courtyard, the quiet only deepened. She felt rather than heard a small earthquake under her feet. The stones of the outer walls trembled, but they did not make a sound.

The courtyard was deserted, and all the windows in the high walls that rose above it were empty. The castle had housed hundreds of soldiers and staff, as well as numerous visitors from all the four corners of Hyrule. At any given time, there would have been members of the parliament and official witnesses operating in the service of the royal council bustling about, not to mention the various Sheikah scientists and engineers who had made the castle their base of operations. Zelda hoped these people had been able to evacuate, but she feared for their fates. No one hailed her as she strode across the paving stones, and no one rushed to seek her aid.

She was alone here, completely alone – but this was as it should be. The Calamity was her responsibility, and hers alone.

Zelda had expected there to be monsters. She had been attacked before, and Link had defended her, cutting down wave after wave of the strange creatures that suddenly appeared on the margins of her kingdom, creeping over the borders under the cover of night. Or had they always been in Hyrule? Where had they come from, and what manner of grudge did they hold against her people?

She knew she should not trouble herself with these concerns, yet they bothered her. She could not stop herself from asking questions, even if the answers were inconvenient. Perhaps she could find answers here – if only she could find anything. There was no demon king gloating down at her from the ramparts, and no beasts rushed out to capture her. There was nothing in Hyrule Castle, only silence and ruin.

Zelda's heart hammered in her chest, but she would have been offended if anyone suggested that she was afraid. This is my purpose in life, she told herself, but she could not calm her breathing as she pressed her hand against one of the great oak doors at the entrance to the castle buildings that towered over her. The door creaked ever so softly when she pushed it, but its hinges and timbers did not resist her touch. Zelda swallowed, gritted her teeth, and slipped through the narrow crack that opened between the doors.

When she saw what waited for her on the other side, she had to bite back a scream. There was darkness, and that darkness was filled with eyes. They were amber with vertically slit pupils, and they glowed with their own eldritch light. They were huge, easily as large as her head, and all of them were intently focused on her.

Red flecks of light like falling sparks drifted through the air. As Zelda's vision adjusted to the dim illumination, she saw that the dozen or so eyes were supported by spindly stalks emerging from a thick bituminous mass that coated the floor and walls. The fleshy goo pulsed with an uncanny approximation of a heartbeat.

Sweet Hylia, Zelda thought as she recoiled in horror. Is that substance alive?

With all their knowledge of ancient technology, the Sheikah scientists had never said anything about a monster like the gelatinous creosote that prevented her from entering deeper into the room. Had this mess – or this creature – been deliberately placed here to bar her progress? Was it the byproduct of a machine, like the spent oil that required special treatment in order not to become a hazard? Or was it some sort of construct, an experiment gone awry?

Zelda's curiosity got the better of her. No matter how much her father tried to dissuade her, she had always been the victim of her desire to know more, to fully investigate the world around her. She clenched her fists and approached the goo that blocked the inner gate of the reception chamber. All of the eyes followed her progress, their pupils dilating as they tracked her movement. The red flecks of light flitted away from her, not a single one falling on her skin.

As she approached the black mass, it twitched hideously and retracted into itself, creating a passage just wide enough for her to walk through. The sight was so awful that Zelda's skin broke out in goosebumps, but she pressed forward nonetheless. The small tunnel smelled strongly of ammonia. It was a clinical smell, like the medicinal alcohol used to sanitize a wound.

While the fields burned, Zelda had taken the Master Sword to the Great Deku Tree, who watched her as she returned it to its pedestal to await Link's return. The tree, curse its wooden heart, had given her advice that seemed wise but was, for all practical purposes, useless. She was not some lovestruck teenager, but a princess burdened with a great and terrible task. Why had it not prepared her for this goddess-damned scene of living tar coating the walls of an otherwise empty castle? Why had it not told her anything? Her Champions had given her encouragement, but it was her knowledge that needed to be bolstered, not her will. It was almost as if her role had been merely symbolic from the very beginning. A sacrifice does not need to know what greater purpose it serves, after all.

On the other side of the tunnel was even more of the black substance, which clung to the ceiling of the reception hall and oozed down the walls in gluey rivulets. Zelda wondered how there could possibly be so much of the stuff. Where was it coming from? If she could locate its source, perhaps she would be able to find Ganon. According to the legends, the demon appeared in a different form to anyone unlucky enough to see it. How would it look to her, a princess whose sole fear was that she would betray the expectations placed on her head along with her crown? The only way to know was to seek it out.

Zelda thought of her father, of the Champions who had fought for her, and of Link, who was supposed to have been her hero, but she pushed these memories from her mind as she gathered her courage and prepared to plunge herself even deeper into the horror of Hyrule Castle.

( Chapter Two )

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