#matchmaker eli!

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Hey! Im trying to find a fic where Derek is single father to Eli and starts dating stiles. Eli hates stiles and tries to get rid of him but it doesn’t work. Eventually Derek breaks up with stiles for Eli but is like so depressed and sad and Eli can’t stand it so he gets them back together. If anyone can find this fic, I know you can!!

Hi @bouncy-dog-funeral! Anon and @istalsworld says it's this one.

5 times Eli tried to get rid of Stiles and 1 time he asked him to stay by TalesoftheEnchantedForest

(1/1 I 6,844 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek loves his son, Eli, but he also loves this new guy Stiles, and Eli knows. Only one of them can stay.

Aka, Eli doesn't approve of his father's new relationship, and somehow, he still ends up being the one to stitch everything back together.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 외모지상주의 | Lookism Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jang Hyun | Eli/Seo Seong Un | Samuel, Seo Seong Un | Samuel & Park Se Rim | Sally, Seo Seong Un | Samuel & Chae Won Seok | Warren, Jang Hyun | Eli & Jang Yenna, Seo Seong Un | Samuel & Jang Yenna, Jang Hyun | Eli & Seo Seong Un | Samuel, Kim Kimyeong | Jake & Seo Seong Un | Samuel Characters: Jang Hyun | Eli, Jang Yenna, Seo Seong Un | Samuel, Chae Won Seok | Warren, Park Se Rim | Sally, Kim Kimyeong | Jake, Jo Eun Bi | Natalie | Like What, Lee Ye Jin | Amy | So Funny Additional Tags: Hostel (Lookism) as Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Crack, Domestic Fluff, Hugs, Seo Seong Un | Samuel Needs a Hug, Jang Hyun | Eli Needs a Hug, Falling In Love, Eventual Romance, Tsundere Seo Seong Un | Samuel, 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Babysitting, Relationship Study, Kissing, Implied/Referenced Sex, Childhood Trauma, Healing, Slow Burn, Jang Hyun | Eli is Bad at Feelings, Seo Seong Un | Samuel is Bad at Feelings

Summary: seo seongeun escapes from the first affiliate and seeks refuge with hostel. as the leader, it's only right for jang hyun to try his best to help him fit in, even if that means offering hugs left and right.

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A Butterfly and A Dragon’s Flight Chapter Eight

Chapter Summary: It's fun to play pretend. Word Count: 5,700 Warnings: Revalations, Lady Elinora and Prince Aemond Growing Closer, Daeron and Edward Protecting Elinora from Aemond, Aemond and Elinora Playing Pretend, Secret Rendezvous

“I heard everything,” Edward stated as he came to Daeron’s door at first light. The prince is still discombobulated from sleep. Silver hair was disheveled, eyes barely opened, and he was only clutching a white sheet to cover himself. “What?” Daeron questioned, overcome by sleep and his tired state did not differentiate if this was real or just a dream. 

“Last night, in the halls. I heard you and Prince Aemond.” Edward stated more clearly as he pushed himself inside the chambers of the youngest prince. Daeron sat on the edge of his bed, trying to comprehend the words of his friend, staring blankly at the stone floors whilst Edward waited for his response. “You… you heard everything?” Daeron uttered, piecing together and trying to remember the whole of his and his brother’s conversation. “I have.” 

“Then I suppose you now know that we are aware of whom Eli is betrothed,” Daeron said cautiously. “What?! I— What I heard was you playing a failed matchmaker between Prince Aemond and Elinora and how he only lusts after her— you know who my sister is betrothed to?! Even I do not know the man!” Edward exclaimed, and the booming voice of the young lord finally woke the young prince. “Do you really not know? We thought you knew! And you were simply doing your parent’s bidding and not telling Elinora or anyone who he is.” Daeron said as he stood and moved behind a divider to dress himself in a robe. “No! If I had known, I would have told Elinora the moment I knew! I do not agree with our parent’s decision to keep her in the dark when it came to her intended. I, too, wish to know who the man is in order to know if he is deserving of my sister!”

Daeron sighed as he stepped out, “It’s Jacaerys,” He revealed and watched as Edward’s wide, green eyes further widened. “A bastard!? They betrothed my sister to a bastard!?” Edward exclaimed in scandal, and Daeron quickly moved to hush his friend. “Imbecile! If the wrong ears heard you, your tongue could be cut!” Daeron warned and tried to make Edward sit back down, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “But yes, Elinora is betrothed to a bastard… However, my grandfather reassured us that such a marriage would never take place. He had spoken with your parents, and a quiet agreement has been made that Elinora will not marry Jacaerys— he had gone to great lengths to ensure that whatever agreement or engagements are null and void.” Daeron reassured. 

“She can’t marry him… they cannot place her in such a position— Do not twist my words; I am not underestimating my sister, but you and I both know how Elinora is… she can’t even refuse meanless conversation from pitiful lords during balls even though she does not wish for it— what more when it is a band of small folk demanding her?” Edward said in great concern the same concerns that Daeron had when he learned that Elinora was bound to marry Prince Jacaerys. 

“I know, I know… I, too, had the same thoughts. But it is no use in fretting over the matter. Rest assured, no marriage shall take place. Jacaerys is already taken by the daughter of Daemon, and Elinora knows not that she is betrothed to him— in time, it was as if no betrothals took place.” 

“But what about your brother?” Edward then questioned. “I cannot in good conscience stay under the same roof as him, who had been sniffing around my sister! It is one thing to suspect what men think of Elinora— but to hear him shamelessly utter it is… I cannot stand for it, Daeron!” Edward began to seethe again. “I, too, cannot stand it, but what would you have us do? I have already warned and threatened my brother— and I know your manners nor station cannot warrant it. We cannot bring Uncle into this as it would spiral further out of control, and he will not hesitate to tell your parents, who will then undoubtedly lock Elinora in her cage.” Daeron rambled on. 

“Then what?” Edward questioned. “I do not know… but you are set to leave in a moon— we just need to watch over Elinora so that Aemond does not stray closer to her,” Daeron stated, and Edward could only nod with a grievous sigh, leaving his lips. His whole body was tense as he was proven right in all his accusations of the prince. “Go on then,” He stated. And Daeron frowned. “Go, accompany Elinora. I do not blame you fully, but it was your encouragement that managed for the two to grow fonder one another— now you must undo what you have done.” 

“Edward! You cannot hold that against me!” Daeron exclaimed. “I can and I will— unless you make certain that your brother shall not come close to my sister. Do you know what he did? He got her a cat! An adorable, fluffy little kitten whom Elinora is already smitten with! He has her in the palm of his hands!” Daeron groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not know fully Elinora’s view on Aemond, but if his brother got her a cat— something she had been longing for since she was a child, it was safe to say that there was already affection blooming in her heart. 

“Very well then,” He muttered and disappeared the divider once more to dress. “Make haste; she will wake soon, and she will undoubtedly go to the pond to feed the ducks, and undoubtedly, your brother shall be waiting for her.” Edward sneered as he had grown to expect and know where Aemond waited to have his little rendezvous with his sister. 

“Daeron!” Elinora breathed out in shock when she opened her door only to reveal Daeron waiting at the other end of it. “What… why are you awake so early?” She questioned as she looked towards the edge of the hall to see that the sun was barely in its quarter, far too early for Daeron to be awake and ready for the day. “Oh… I just couldn’t sleep— and seeing you always wake so early, I thought I might accompany you today. I feel as if we have not spent much time these days.” Daeron quickly fibbed. 

“You slept poorly? Best to try some chamomile and lavender tea— wine cannot always aid you in sleep, Daeron.” Elinora advised as she and Daeron began to walk toward the direction of the pond. Elinora clutched a sleeping Peony in her arms. “I do not like tea! It tastes bitter and as if I’m only drinking the essences of leaves and grass— which I am!” Daeron reasoned as he felt that Elinora was on the verge of chastising him for his habitual glass or two of wine before bed. “But it’s good for you! It calms you down when need be and gives you energy if you wish— you cannot only drink wine, Daeron… I fear you might turn into your eldest brother,” Elinora whispered the final part, conscious of whose ears were eavesdropping upon them. 

Daeron paused in his tracks, a dramatic gasp leaving his lips. “You wound me, Eli!” He said theatrically, his hand atop his chest as if he were actually wounded. “You dare compare me to… to Aegon? Of all people?!” Elinora bit her lip to hinder her laugh at Daeron’s antics. “My, my… the capitol has truly changed you— has made you cruel! I think it best we return to the Reach, what has Kingslanding done to our Eli?” Daeron continued, and Elinora could no longer stifle her laughs. 

“I am still the same Daeron… I am just worried about you,” She sighed, a small smile still on her lips that seemed to lighten the mood of the rather dreary topic they were partaking in. Elinora had always had that gift about her, a lightness to make any dark or bleak subject find a sense of optimism in it. “I know, and I thank you for your concern,” Daeron smiled and linked their arms. 

“So…” Elinora trailed, wanting to hear a certain sentence to leave Daeron’s lips. “Fine, I shall refrain from drinking excessively, lest I become Aegon,” Daeron agreed almost half-heartedly. He had no clue that his accompanying Elinora that morning meant he would give up wine. But he supposed that it was a small price to pay to prevent Aemond from slithering his way to Elinora’s side. 

When they arrived at the pond, Elinora saw no other presence present, quietly disappointing her. She had thought that Prince Aemond would be there, waiting for her to feed the ducks and swans just as they did the previous days. Elinora traveled her gaze further around the pond, but the sight of silver hair draped atop black leather was nowhere to be seen, making her sigh and instead forge the thought of Prince Aemond and instead focus on feeding the birds. 

She tried to remove her thoughts from Prince Aemond, but as she and Daeron fed the ducks, she could not help but still think of the prince. She had noticed he acted quite differently when others surrounded him. He was more rigid and aloof, just as he was during the previous night’s dinner. There was an edge in his voice and tenseness in his movements, a stark difference from how he was when Elinora would encounter him alone in the gardens and pond. 

Aemond gritted his teeth as he predictably saw his brother with Elinora, accompanying her to the pond that Daeron fully knew was where he and Elinora spoke and encountered one another without the disturbance of other interlopers. Aemond breathed heavily as he watched from behind a bush as Elinora arrived by the pond's edge, her eyes shifting, looking as if she was searching for someone— searching for him. 

Aemond swallowed thickly at such thoughts and the disappointed look in her jade eyes. Could it be possible? That someone would miss him? Would anyone truly wish to be in his presence and search for his whereabouts, and when not found, would turn disappointed? Aemond turned cold at such realizations. It was a rare sensation and instance, but he would think he should grow to expect it because someone like Elinora was truly rare.

He had the urge to just march towards the pond and announce his presence to her, to wipe away the disappointment in her eyes and let her see that he was there. That he did not forget their custom of feeding the ducks. However, Aemond’s caution ruled his wants. The prince instead left the gardens and pushed away the thought of the girl to the farthest crevices of his mind and hoped by some gracious miracle, his thought would not stray to Elinora. 

“What in the name of the gods are you doing here? You should be watching over Elinora!” Edward suddenly exclaimed as Daeron entered his chambers and plopped down on his already-made bed. “Calm down; she is in the chapel with our mothers,” Daeron explained, voic muffled as his head was pressed upon the feathered bed. “By gods, it’s quite exhausting! Elinora does not run around, but we have walked along the whole keep thrice! Thrice, Edward! She had no actual place to go; she just walked around for leisure!” Daeron complained and settled further into the bed. 

“She’s not walking for leisure; she’s searching,” Edward explained as he tried to finish writing a scroll that his father ordered him to write. “Searching for what?” Daeron asked, but he quickly came to an answer. “Oh,” was all he could say as he realized Elinora’s sudden fondness for walking was because she was hoping to stumble upon Aemond. “How are you so certain that she was in search of someone?” Daeron asked. 

“Because that certain someone was doing the same thing as well. I was breaking my fast in the hall, and I saw Prince Aemond pass by five times, his eye clearly searching for my sister.” Edward explained. “Does she truly like him, or are we simply paranoid? I know he’s my brother and all… however, I quite find it hard to believe that someone would be fond of him in such a way… especially if it be Elinora.” Edward sighed and shook his head. “It’s quite plain…  I cannot explain it or fathom it, but I believe all our caution is reasonable. And even if she is not truly fond of the prince, we are both aware of how fond your brother is of her.” 

Elinora sat silently and alone in a pew behind her mother and the queen as they listened to a private service since it was proven dangerous for them to venture to the sept. “Seven,” A silky, cold voice suddenly whispered beside her. Elinora was momentarily startled, but as she turned to her side, she suddenly saw Prince Aemond sitting beside her. “What?” She asked, confused by what he had uttered. “I thought you were counting how many times he had said ‘tsk’ during his sermon,” Aemond said but quickly cringed at himself as he had no word of substance to say to Elinora. But he was quick to be absolved from recoiling at himself as a smile came to Elinora’s lips. “No, on the contrary, I was counting how many times he’s been saying ‘hm,’ and I believe it had been five,” 

Aemond bit the insides of his cheeks and nodded as Elinora moved to look onward once more as the Maester who was giving the sermon noticed that the two of them were distracted with one another. “Have you fed the ducks today?” Aemond asked quietly as both of them looked before the alter, discreetly having a conversation. “I have… Daeron joined me. Though I must admit, the ducks were skeptical of him,” She answered and ran her fingers through Peony’s fur. Aemond hummed and gave a small nod. 

Aemond was to speak again, read to utter another nonsensical thing just to keep his conversation with Elinora. However, they both saw as the Queen glanced toward their direction. “Aemond! I— what are you doing here?” Queen Alicent questioned as his son rarely ventured to the sept or any place of worship uncoerced. “Attending the sermon, Mother,” He answered plainly, glancing towards Elinora, who lowered her gaze and focused it upon her kitten that lay on her lap. Queen Alicent was still quite confused, but she gave a nod and returned to look onward. 

“What are you doing here, my prince? If I remember correctly, you mentioned the other day that you have no care for the gods,” Elinora whispered and leaned closer to the prince so that he could hear her. Aemond licked his lips as he followed along with Elinora���s movement and leaned closer to her, her scent invading his senses again. If he were a lesser man, he would give into his urges, bury his nose into her hair, and greedily inhale her scent of lilac and bergamots. 

“Such blasphemous words, surely I was not the one to utter it,” Aemond smirked, and once again, Elinora frowned in confusion as he denied an action that he clearly did. “But— do you not remember? We were in the pond and found the duck’s nest and were having a conversation about faith and how you barely have any,” Elinora explained, trying to make the prince remember. “Once again, my lady, I do not know what you speak of,” Aemond said and smirked further as an adorable pout came to Elinora’s lips. 

“Why do you do that?” Elinora suddenly questioned as she and Prince Aemond began to walk towards the pond once again. “Do what?” He asked as he inched closer to her side, letting their shoulders brush with each step they took. “Deny things you’ve done— they are not necessarily bad things, which is why it is confusing when you deny it,” Aemond felt a grin itching to come to his lips. “Well, first of all, it’s amusing. Watching you try to figure out if you had false memories or not. And secondly…” 

“You’re teasing me,” Elinora said, feeling heat come to her cheeks. “Exactly,” Aemond finally smiled. “That’s mean!” She protested as they descended the stairs, Aemond taking the initiative to hold her arm and assist her as she tripped upon the skirts of her dress. “Not quite… I do not do it out of malice… just amusement.” Aemond explained as they reached the end of the stairs. “So you see me as a jester then?” Elinora questioned, so consumed by how the prince truly viewed her that she did not bother to remove her hold on the prince’s arm, and Aemond did not dare to remove it himself. Letting himself enjoy and indulge in the warmness and touch of Elinora. 

“It is just harmless teases, Elinora. Surely your brother and even Daeron do it to you as well,” Aemond remarked as he led them to a path less traveled towards the pond just so they’d be out of the eyes of interlopers. “So if it was all just teases… and you were only pretending… then it was truly you who gave me Peony!” Elinora exclaimed and moved her kitten to be seen better by the prince. Aemond paused for a moment, not thinking that she would mention that subject once more. 

“Yes,” He finally admitted and felt his heart stutter as a wide smile overcame Elinora’s face— eyes crinkling in joy and an indent on the right corner of her lips appearing. “I knew it! I— I have not properly thanked you for the past days because I was uncertain, but… thank you, my prince— I never wanted anything more than a cat.” Elinora said gratefully as she clutched Peony closer to her chest, Aemond watching as the kitten snuggled itself further to her owner. 

Aemond could only blink as Elinora beamed upon him. The whole of it was overwhelming; with them under the shade of trees, hidden from the eyes of the court, and the image of her with a kitten in her arms and butterflies over her head, Aemond felt a sudden urge to hold her. Not kiss her, but just to simply have her in his arms. Nothing of lust, just something entirely pure. 

“You… you need not thank me, Elinora.” Aemond finally spoke. “No, but I do! You’ve given me something I will cherish and love forever! I could only hope I could offer you the same kindness. How could I ever repay you?” She said, feeling rather guilty. She knew there was kindness and warmth in the prince. She now regretted how she had viewed the prince before. She recoiled in her judgment and could only hope the gods would forgive her for her past opinion of Prince Aemond. 

Aemond was ready to speak no more of it, to tell her that she had no debt owed, but her words — no, the whole her was too tempting. “Very well then, if you’re this insistent… could you perhaps accompany me to the city tonight?” That made the smile falter on Elinora’s lips. “What?” She asked, a bit shocked by his request. 

“The twins’ name day is in two days, and as their uncle, I am expected to bestow them a gift… a gift that I have not yet acquired nor know what it will be. I shall need your help.” Aemond fibbed. He had already gotten the twins their gifts. Saddles for their dragons. But he only wished to be with Elinora, far from the eyes and ears of others in the court, especially her brother and his. Elinora was rendered silent, Aemond clearly seeing apprehension in her eyes. Perhaps he was too forward with his request, but he found little care. 

“Never mind, if you do—“ He began to speak, but Elinora quickly shook her head, her guilt already controlling her as well as her wish to please the prince. “No! I… I’ll help you,” she suddenly said. Aemond raised his brow in question, “You’ll come with me to the city?” Aemond questioned once more. “Yes,” Elinora answered, feeling her palms grow cold in nervousness. “I’ll come with you to the city.” 

When late-night came, Elinora paced in her chambers. Her fingers fiddled with the ends of her hair as she waited for the prince. She turned to the balcony of her chambers, a view of the city and the moon that was nearing its peak. It was far past her usual time of sleep, but even though she wanted to lay her head on the soft feathered pillow, she made a promise to the prince that she must keep. 

“Am I doing the right thing, Peony?” Elinora asked quietly as she petted her pet’s fur for comfort. It was daunting to do such a thing. It was filling her with nerves and guilt, but going back to her word would only fill her with more guilt. 

Elinora abruptly stood up as three knocks sounded out. She need not question who it was because everyone in her life simply walked into her chambers without announcing their presence. Elinora took in three deep breaths before she approached the door, and when it opened, she saw the dark figure of the prince, his face and hair hidden by a hood. “Are you ready?” Prince Aemond questioned quietly as she was dressed in a gown of light blue, a gown that would easily garner attention. 

“I don’t have a hood,” Elinora admitted. “I thought so… here, wear this,” Aemond said and handed her his spare hood, which Elinora quickly took and wore. The girl held her breath as Prince Aemond reached forward and secured the hood to cover her face. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as the prince’s fingers brushed the side of her neck, but luckily, the shadow of her hood hid the color blooming on her cheeks. 

“So… do you have anything in mind to gift the prince and princess?” Elinora asked as Aemond led them through the dark halls of the keep. “What?” Aemond questioned, temporarily forgetting the fib he offered her. “For their name day? I thought that is why we are going to the city,” Elinora stated. “Oh,” Ameond suddenly remembered. “Nothing, I truly have no idea what to give the twins.” 

“Where are we going?” Elinora questioned as she thought they would exit through the gates. “Did you truly think that we were going through the gates? Where guards could tattle on us?” Aemond questioned with a smirk as he pushed an inconspicuous wall that led to the secret passages of the keep. 

“There are a series of tunnels in this keep that leads to differing rooms, the shore, and the city,” Aemond explained as he took hold of Elinora’s hand in fear she would get lost in the tunnels. “Oh, we also have the same tunnels in Highgarden… but all of them just lead to the kitchen.” She informed, and through the dark, she could sense a question from the prince. “My ancestor was really fond of eating… especially during the middle of the night,” She explained, “Me and Edward often used to play there, but my father had it sealed off when I was eight because I accidentally got lost,” 

“Well, best stay by my side then. I’d rather not have you lost here and others discover these secret passageways,” Aemond hummed and smirked further as Elinora did as he said and further clung to his side. 

“I’ve never done this before,” Elinora admitted as they finally arrived at the city. Their bodies squished with the crowd, different sights and smells invading and overwhelming her. “Go to the city?” Aemond questioned as he moved his hold to Elinora’s waist to keep her by his side and ensure no danger would come upon her. “Yes, and sneak out without any of my family’s knowledge, leave during the night, and go about unescorted.” She rambled on, her nerves now taking hold of her, and Aemond was quick to sense it. “No one shall ever know,” Aemond reassured. 

“What is that?” Elinora questioned as her eyes caught sight of a group of people dressed in quite garish yet luxurious clothing. “Performers,” Aemond answered plainly, his eye keen for any danger that may arise as they were in the crowded street. Elinora chewed on her cheeks, a request wanting to be uttered, but she feared the prince’s response that she might be overindulging with her newfound glimpse of freedom. “What is it, Elinora?” Prince Aemond questioned, already aware that she wanted to speak of something, but she held herself back. 

“Could we possibly watch? Just for a moment, then we could return to finding the gifts for the twins.” Elinora asked shyly, already expecting the prince to deny her request. But who could truly deny Elinora? It was most certainly not Prince Aemond. 

“Very well, if you wish.” Aemond agreed and felt his heart stutter again as a beaming smile made itself on her lips. It should concern Aemond at how easy she was to please, was she truly that shut off from the world and kept in chains that him just humoring a small request could garner the most breathtaking smile and grateful aura? 

For years, he had been surrounded by courtiers who were given all the lavishness that the world could offer, but none seemed enough to quench their desires and wants. with Elinora… he was positive that you could simply bring her a pebble from the gardens, and she’d appreciate it beyond words and keep that rock in her care until the end of her days. Aemond breathed in deeply, and instead of smelling the rancid smell of the city, he could only smell her scent. Elinora was truly a breath of fresh air in the pollution Aemond had been brought up in. 

“They're quite amusing… perhaps you could have them perform for the prince and princess,” Elinora suggested, and before Aemond could reply, Elinora’s laugh filled his ears and symbolized him that all he could do was savor the laughs that came from her lips. 

When Elinora did not hear the prince’s reply, she ceased her laughs only to see the prince looking upon her intently, making her concious. “Or not— perhaps we should venture to the shops.” She quickly said and tried to be rid of her amusement as it did not coordinate with the deeply serious expression on the prince’s face. 

“No… we could stay— I was just thinking over your suggestion,” Aemond quickly said, not wanting to cut short Elinora’s mirth. Elinora was silent for a moment, forgetting their surroundings as she stared deeply into the prince’s lilac eye. She gave a small nod and returned to face the performers and could only hope that the prince was not simply humoring her. 

“What of toys?” Elinora suggested as they walked along an alley of differing shops to search for gifts for the twins. After Aemond had spoken with the performers, who were shocked to discover that the most mysterious and undoubtedly one of the more standoffish princes of the realm had watched their performance and now wanted them to entertain the court, he finally led Elinora to the shops. “They already have a myriad of toys— most of them are just gathering dust.” 

“Then… clothes? Perhaps a set of them where they could match?” She suggested once more, but the prince only shook his head. “Mother and Helaena had already seen to it that they are clothed in coordinated gowns and tunics.” He responded, and Elinora could only hum, deep in thought. 

“Do they have a specific interest?” Elinora questioned as she earnestly tried to think of a gift for the twins that Aemond had already bought gifts for. “I believe Jaehaera is fond of toying around with the abandoned harp in Helaena’s chambers, and I often see Jaehaerys creating doodles when he is set to learn the histories,” Aemond responded and observed as Elinora’s attention was briefly caught by a seller selling sweets. 

Aemond was quick to take a few coins from his pocket and handed them to the vendor, took a bag of comfits, and silently handed it to Elinora. “Oh, thank you,” She said in joy as she need not utter anything, but Prince Aemond was quick to notice what she wished for. “Should we then get a small harp for Princess Jaehaera and an easel for Prince Jaehaerys?” She questioned and nibbled on a sugar-coated nut and offered some of the sweets to the prince, who denied her offer. 

“Very well then, come, I believe there is a shop that sells music supplies by the end of this street,” Elinora nodded and happily followed the prince as she ate her sweets. “Do you often go here?” Elinora questioned. It was rather a silly question, seeing how well-versed the prince was in the alleys and streets of the city. However, she could not help but ask it because she herself lived in Highgarden but could only account for going to the city five times in her life. 

Aemond was silent for a moment, not wanting to reveal to Elinora the true reason why he would often venture to the polluted and crowded place. “Only business demands me to,” He uttered a half-truth. “What type of business?” Elinora continued to question, genuinely interested in the prince. Aemond felt his jaw clench at her questions because he did not wish to lie to her, but he further did not wish to tell her the truth. “You’re quite inquisitive, why this interest in my business?” Aemond then asked to keep Elinora away from the subject of his ventures to the city. 

However, his question and his uncontrollable tone of coldness quickly undid the progress they had made that day, as Elinora felt she had grown to be a nuisance to the prince. “I apologize, I did not mean to overstep, Your Highness,” Elinora said in remorse, and Aemond balled his fists as he felt that they were nearing retracing old patterns. 

Aemond sighed as they reached the shop. He opened the door for Elinora, who stepped inside and quickly situated herself where they kept the harps, and Aemond could only stand idly by the side as he thought about how to salvage the progress he and Elinora had made. That day was the most natural they had been. Gone was the cold, calloused edge from him, and Elinora no longer shied or cowered away. 

“Is the harp for you, miss?” The old shopkeeper questioned Elinora as she observed the harps they had. “Oh, no… it’s for a little girl,” She answered with a polite smile. “For your daughter, miss?” Elinora could only blink at the question. She remembered Prince Aemond’s advice earlier, that they must not be found and that they must be rid of any indications that they were highborn, so Elinora could only smile and nod. 

“Oh, what joy! I’m guessing it is for her name day, how old is she?” Aemond watched from the door as Elinora humored the shopkeeper and conversed with him a fake life. He watched her fiddle with her hair as the shopkeeper continued to speak, trying to learn more about the hoax of life she tried to sell, and Aemond could not help but be amused. 

There was a clear tell in Elinora when she lied. She could not hold the gaze of anyone, and her fingers would play with the ends of her hair. Twirling and coiling the dark auburn strands repeatedly as if to soothe herself. “So which harp, miss? So I could wrap it up, and you could be on your way,” 

“That one,” Aemond finally announced his presence as he stepped forward and pointed upon a small harp with carvings of flowers and serendipitously, ducks that Elinora had been eyeing since they stepped foot into the shop. “Oh, is he your husband, miss?” The shopkeeper questioned, and Elinora was rendered speechless. Cheeks so red that she was certain that she was the color of a poppy. “Yes,” Aemond answered for her, his heart beating erratically in his chest as he said the simple word. 

“Oh, very well then, I’ll have it wrapped and ready for you, sir.” The shopkeeper said, but Aemond shook his head. “I shall have it picked up later today, but we pay now,” He said, not wanting to carry around a harp in the city streets and most certainly did not wish to reveal that they resided in the Red Keep. “What name shall I have it saved for, sir?” 

“Peony,” Elinora was the one to reply, finally taking hold of herself as she had forced herself to be absolved from the redness on her cheeks. “Peony?” The shopkeeper questioned, and Aemond stilled as he watched the man try to take a good look at his face that he had hidden under the shadow of his hood. “Yes, it’s our family name— here’s the payment. Now, if you would, my wife and I must get back to our daughter. Goodbye,” Aemond hastily said and took hold of Elinora’s hand before rushing out of the shop before their true identities were revealed. 

“Oh gods,” Elinora breathed out, heart racing at the sudden thrill of it all. “You’re quite a good liar,” Aemond stated as he saw that there was turmoil running in the girl’s mind. It was as if she was guilty, but at the same time, she was thrilled at the sudden adventure. “I’ve never had to pretend to be another person before!” Elinora said in excitement, and Aemond bit his tongue as he saw a newfound twinkle in her light jade eyes. “Best get used to it, we still have to acquire Jaehaery’s gift,” Aemond said with a small smile as he and Elinora continued to play pretend that evening with just the two of them, hand in hand, in the streets of Kingslanding away from the eyes of the court. 

Tag List: @sapphirevhagar @dahlias-and-marigolds @shygardengalaxy-blog @m-riaa @summerposie @emerald-jade1

[h2llish]

⁀➷ ˖ unsolicited wingman

notes ─── happy birthday eli @spadecentral >_< not my best work but i hope you like it!!

DEUCE SPADE | SEBASTIAN ─ they weren't asked to interfere, but you left them no choice.

warnings ♡ fluff, gender neutral, mutual pining, lowercase intended, it's a silly fic okay

insufferable ─ that's the only word your friends could think to describe the dance of oblivious feelings between you and deuce. they didn't know if you were being blind on purpose; or if you truly were lost to the feelings deuce expresses on an everyday basis. (and whether or not you were oblivious to your own feelings for deuce, that were rather obvious to your band of first years.)

it's only more peeving knowing deuce is not only oblivious to your feelings for him ─ but to his own for you. he's clueless. (and ace is sure he is going to have a head of gray hair before he’s seventeen if he has to watch his dormmate be so stupid, completely unaware that he was head over heels for you.) it was like a puzzle, trying to figure out whether or not he was being obvious about his feelings towards you because he wanted you to know or if he truly hadn't realize what his feelings for you were. ─ and they'd prefer it if it was the former; they can handle third wheeling if it was deliberate but this is frustrating.

even their upperclassmen have noticed the obvious, often asking your friends if you guys have started dating, only to show genuine surprise in learning that you guys are only friends. ─ and yet you guys remain completely clueless.

it would be comical if it didn't leave the first years absolutely seething every time they have to sit there in the midst of the both of you with the same back and forth. (even grim understands there's something different about your relationship, and he only thinks about food and magic half the time!)

deuce has always been kind ─ or, tried to be. he showed his care and support for his friends in different ways, outgoing in his expression. but with you, it was just so different. ─ sure, perhaps there was a build up, but eventually it became so obvious that deuce treated you with feelings that weren't nearly close to the same platonic ones he felt for the others. 

jack and epel would think twice before throwing themselves into someone else's problems, and sebek had a lot more to worry about as malleus' retainer; but they too, have found the dynamic between you and deuce, put simply, frustrating.

and so they were all in agreement; they think it might be time for them to take matters into their own hands ─ and they are not happy about it (well, excluding maybe ortho).

the plan of operation matchmaker (dubbed by one ortho shroud, despite many protests to the idea of it being anything of the sort) was simple enough; confront deuce and tell him to do something about his feelings for you ─ or at least accept that he had feelings for you at all.

well, it was supposed to be simple, but it was much easier said then done, they realized, when they attempted to put it into motion.

but deuce, they forgot, is stubborn.

"you're in denial!"

"i am not!"

there were collective groans from the group in response to deuce's denial. it had been the same back and forth since they'd invited deuce to jack's room, where they corned him and told him he had to do something about his feelings for you. ─ even going so far as to present evidence to deuce (curtesy of ortho's many abilities) that he did indeed like you more than he once thought he did.

although it did seem to be working, for the most part ─ he did seem to realize what they'd been telling him was true, but instead of him accepting it, he seemed to turn to denial. (ace looked ready to pull out his own hair the more this back and forth of yes and no continued.)

they were running out of options here ─ they knew they couldn't force deuce to confess fo you, but at least not denying it would be a good step to easing the annoyance all of them felt when faced with the interactions between two pining fools (that being, you and deuce, of course).

but then ace decided to say something that went completely off script ─ derailing what they discussed beforehand entirely.

"if you're not going to confess, i'll do it."

"what?" epel whispered, staring at ace with an incredulous expression, and jack and sebek were no different. (meanwhile, ortho was more intrigued at the sudden turn of events ─ which made sense, he was quite excited at the thought of playing matchmaker. ─ even though that's not what they were doing to begin with.)

"what are you doing?" epel asked, addressing him in a tone almost accusing him of losing his mind (and perhaps he was).

ace waved him off, choosing to ignore the question in favor of staring at the spade. deuce was visibly confused, which was unerstandable ─ only ace really understood what he was talking about, while the others remained just as confused as the boy they had intended on confronting together.

"what are you talking about?" deuce asked, eyes squinted at the heart, "what does that even mean?"

ace huffed, pointing his nose up and crossing his arms, "i'm going to confess to the prefect for you."

oh.

"what!" it wasn't just epel who exclaimed this time, as collective shouts followed ace's words, coming from the group of first years in a mix of shock, horror, and excitement.

deuce glared at his dormmate, but ace didnt seem the least bit affected. "quit it already ace." ─ whether or not ace intended to really go through with his threat, deuce's words seemed to almost come off as a sort of challenge to the heart by the way his eyes narrowed in return.

and the others knew, this was not going to end well.

things were silent for a while after the failed meet-and-convince to get deuce to accept his feelings. it had become a back-and-forth between deuce and ace after the heart threatened to tell you about deuce's feelings for you. (the others assumed; this was ace's way of getting deuce to accept that he did like you more than platonically. and it worked ─ as well as the threat could ─ as deuce did stop denying it.)

there was no telling whether ace truly meant his threat; if he intended to act on it if deuce did nothing. but nonetheless, it lingered in the air, held over deuce's head like a fly that wouldn't go away regardless of how much he swatted at it.

with all the evidence laid out in front of him ─ his friends being the ones to realize something he didn't about his own actions and feelings ─ he knew it was true.

but what was he supposed to do now? you were one of his best friends! he couldn't confess and risk ruining that! he doesn't think he could live with himself if he ever made you uncomfortable because he caught feelings for you.

(he's hopeless, absolutely hopeless, ace thinks ─ it's so obvious in his expression.)

"you're hopeless." and ace was not afraid to make sure deuce knew that

"what?" deuce asked, blinking at ace. forced from his thoughts, deuce realized he'd been lost in thought as they sat in the cafeteria, waiting for the rest of their friends to show up. (he's been doing that a lot since he'd realized what his feelings for you were ─ spacing out.) he squinted his eyes at ace, who pursed his lips at him, as if he should know what he was talking about. "i didn't even say anything!"

ace rolled his eyes, "you don't have to, it's written all over your face!"

"what are you talking about?"

"the prefect totally feels the same, you know." ace shrugged, choosing to brush off deuce's question in favor of answering his thoughts that remained unvoiced.

before deuce could say anything in reply, he was interrupted as you sat beside him with grim climbing onto the table to take the second tray you'd been carrying. you smiled, seeming oblivious to the way deuce tensed beside you as you greeted them, "hey guys."

the spade cleared his throat, "hi, [name]."

"hey prefect." ace greeted halfheartedly, glancing between the two of you.

he smiled almost mischievously, and deuce caught it, sending him a glare that went completely ignored. "say, prefect," he drawled innocently, and you hummed in response. deuce eyed him suspiciously, but ace brushed off his stare as he continued, "you like deuce, right?"

"ace," deuce warned, although it didn't do much as his voice held panic, glancing between you and ace.

"well, he is my friend?" you said, frowning with visible confusion on your face.

ace sighed exaggeratedly, "that's not what i meant."

ace went silent for a moment, too which deuce thought (rather naively) that he had dropped the topic. that is, until ace pushed his chair away from the table, as if getting ready to leave, and sent a cheeky grin full of mischievous intent towards deuce that had the spade tensing.

before deuce could start to understand what the smile meant, ace turned to you and announced, "you know, prefect, deuce here is too much of a coward to say this but he really likes you. and obviously, you like him too, so, i'll leave you guys to it!"

and then he was quickly out of his seat, grabbing grim (who wasn't paying much attention to anything as he ate his lunch until ace scooped him up) and rushing off. grim's protests faded until you could only hear the bustle of the cafeteria, leaving you and deuce alone amidst the noise.

you turned to deuce, whose face was an expression of horror at the confession he surely hadn't had anything to do with.

"i'm sorry." he quickly apologized, his shoulders dropping as he lowered his head. he looked ready to disappear before you. ─ you can guess ace's intentions for confessing deuce's feelings; whether it was true or not (and it seemed to be by deuce' expression), neither of you two would've confessed your feelings, at least not any time soon.

you smiled, admittedly, finding it almost amusing at the sheer ridiculousness of the circumstances ─ of a wingman who obviously was not asked to be one at all, confessing feelings that weren't his to confess. you'd be upset if it wasn't like a scene out of a questionable comedy movie. but taking in the rather horrified and rejected expression on deuce's face, you thought to push those thoughts back to address the situation first.

you reached over to place a hand on deuce's shoulder, "deuce," you said, coaxing him to look at you, to which you gave him what you hoped to be a reassuring smile, "it's alright." you paused, looking away from and down at the table to gather what to say, before looking back at him.

"it's not exactly the idle confession, but i ─ in ace's words ─ obviously like you too." you grinned at him, less reassuring now and more with a tease to it, slipping in a joke that you hoped would help deuce feel the slightest bit better after the stunt ace pulled. "and," you added, straightening out your shoulders, "we can talk more about that later, but i think we should catch that fool first."

it seemed your attitude did help, because deuce snorted, his slumped form relaxing as he lifted his head to nod, "yeah, sounds like a good idea to me."

if abigail didn't know any better, she'd almost think you guys were doing this on purpose ─ a never-ending back and forth with neither of you acting on your feelings for the other (feelings that's she's one hundred percent certain is so obvious between the two of you.)

cowards, she's dubbed you both.

she can't understand how you ─ someone's who has fought monsters on a daily basis, braving even the volcano on ginger island ─ can't even face your feelings for sebastian.

she doesn't think she can take another day of incessant pining from either of you, when you both seem so set on not acting on your own feelings. and for what? ─ was it because you guys were afraid of things being different? ─ or perhaps you guys were so caught up in keeping things friendly that neither of you realized each other's feelings.

regardless of the reason, abigail has had enough.

abigail doesn't know when or how she became so close to you, second only to sebastian when it came to being your best friend. it became almost routine for one of you to show up at either's place to play games or chat. ─ she also doesn't know when you started talking about sebastian so much that she became suspicious of your feelings. but she does remember asking you point blank about your feelings one day, and you, rather awkwardly, admitting to having fallen for him. ─ of course, she knew, she just needed you to confirm it to her.

and she remembers what led to your present conversation quite clearly ─ you couldn't exactly hide from the girl whose father you often purchased supplies from. so, she asked if you intended on giving the bouquet you recently bought to sebastian and ─ well, now you're here.

you groaned, "i can't hide anything from you."

"nope." abigail huffed, nodding her head sternly as if to make it clear to you that you shouldn't try to keep things from her again. she looked back at you with an expectant expression, referring to her previous question upon revealing that she was well aware of the purchase you tried so hard to keep secret. "so?

you glanced away, smiling awkwardly and repeating, "so?"

abigail sighed loudly, slumping back against her bed from where she sat beside you on the floor. she understood that this would only go in circles. "you can't be serious. you bought the bouquet!"

"it was an impulse decision!" you quickly rebutted, elbows resting on your crossed knees as you buried your face into your hands, whether out of embarrassment or shame, abigail didn't know. "i can't give it him!"

"you can't─" abigail took a deep breath, cutting herself off from snapping at you. she thinks she might be losing her mind at this repetitive conversation that she's had far too often with you. (because yes, this is similar to every conversation she's had about trying to coax you to confess; but you didn't actually have a bouquet then, unlike now.)

"where's the bouquet?" she asked instead.

you took a moment to answer, before muffling through your hands, "at home, on top of my bookshelf so my cat can't get to it."

the girl nodded, going quiet as she thought to herself. ─ and she can't believe she's about to do this; but she would like to avoid going gray before she's thirty. ─ she stood to her feet with a stubborn look in her eyes as she began towards the door, calling back to you, "alright, let's go."

you looked up at her, and blinked, "where are we going?"

"just come on." she ordered as she opened her door, and you scrambled to your feet to follow in a confused chase.

turns out your destination was your house.

when you guys stepped onto the porch, you turned to her, ready to question what she was doing, only for her to cut you off with a hand pointing towards the door and a stern expression on her face, "go get the bouquet."

"why?" you asked, not moving from where you stood on the porch in front of her.

abigail held back a groan, "just go get it."

you stayed in place for a moment, eyeing her skeptically. she sighed and gestured at the door again, to which you finally gave in, disappearing into your house for a moment to grab the bouquet you impulsively bought that morning, before joining her back on the porch with the bundle of different colors neatly tied together. (you took extra care of it when you bought it so it remained in perfect shape.)

abigail eyed the bouquet and nodded, yet you remained confused; unsure of what your friend's plans and intentions were now that you had the bouquet in your hands.

"now what?"

she turned away and marched off the porch, "let's go." she gave you no time to protest before she turned opposite the way you guys came, and towards the backroads leading into the mountain. you followed her off the porch quickly, careful of the bouquet still in your arms as you called out to her to wait. she didn't stop to let you question her anymore, expecting you to follow her regardless of how confused you were.

"abby!" you groaned, catching up to her with the bouquet protected and secure despite your running.

as you followed her onto the path and into the mountain, you questioned her about her attitude, but she remained silent with a straight face. ─ a part of you was scared for whatever reason she might have in forcing you to get the bouquet and leading you towards the mountain where sebastian was. (and you hoped it wasn't what you were thinking.)

when the carpenter's shop came into view, you tensed. ─ it was around the time you'd often find sebastian outside, either taking a smoke break, or working on his motorcycle. and you believe you might have an idea as to why abigail was taking you up there now.

you stopped in your tracks and turned away to return to the sanctuary of your home. but it seemed abigail expected your reaction, as she quickly grabbed your arm and began to pull you further along. and while you knew you were stronger than her, you felt your strength leave your body as terror set in when you could hear the sound of tools being put to work, and the low sound of sebastian's music playing over a radio he often had going when he worked.

as you turned the corner, she finally stopped pulling you along, but her hands remained around your bicep, likely to keep you from running off. you could see sebastian, tucked under his motorcycle, and working away, unaware of yours and abigail's presence.

she turned to face you and quietly said, "give it to him."

you could feel your neck turn hot at the idea of finally confessing your feelings, eyes wide and quickly shaking your head in protest to abigail's orders.

abigail rolled her eyes, "if you don't, you'll never see your cat again."

"are you threatening to kidnap my cat?" your mouth went loose, and you had to stop yourself from gasping loudly.

"yes, so if you want to keep your cat, give sebastian the bouquet."

you deflated, staring at her in hopes she'd change her mind and let you run away like you've been doing since your feelings for sebastian had come to light. but abigail was unwavering, narrowing her eyes at you and nudging you closer to where he worked. you could tell you weren't going to win this, so you reluctantly nodded, leading to abigail releasing you so you could finally approach him.

however, you only took two steps forward, before turning back to her with a whine in your tone, "i can't."

abigail groaned, not trying to be quiet anymore as she grabbed your arm once more and marched towards the boy you were too cowardly to confess to.

"sebastian!"

sebastian reacted to the call of his name by sliding out from below his motocycle to sit up. he turned to you and abigail as you stopped in front of him, blinking and visibly caught off guard by your presence.

"oh, hey─" but he cut himself off when he seen the bouquet still in your arms, held protectively to your chest as you tried to look anywhere but at him. he glanced between you and the peeved abigail who pushed you forward, giving you nowhere to run to now that you were in front of sebastian.

"[name]." she said, almost as if warning you ─ and you knew you couldn't avoid it this time.

with a pinch between your brows and a slack of your shoulders, you turned to finally look at sebastian, whose expression was one of shock as you held out the bouquet. "um," you cleared your throat, but found yourself unable to say much with what felt like rocks lodged in your throat.

and then you managed to choke out, "this is for you."

you could hear a whispered finally from behind you when sebastian stood up to be face-to-face with you, visibly flustered as he took the flowers from you, smiling almost shyly.

"i feel the same way."

you'll remember to thank abigail later with her favorite food.

sebastian's part feels shorter :( is it shorter? sorry seb </3 that wasn't intentional

do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through ai

[inkymoon16]

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[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

The Catalyst They Needed

by Soleya_saga The more he thought about it, and now as he stared into the tiny bubbles—each one breaking apart like a fleeting moment of clarity—it all made sense. Johnny was in love with Daniel. *** This fic centers on Miguel delivering his speech at the beach to knock some sense into Johnny and Daniel. However, after realizing they must have deep feelings for each other, his words take a different direction. Words: 5967, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Johnny Lawrence, Daniel LaRusso, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Robby Keene, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Demetri Alexopoulos Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: Set in Season 6 Part 2 episode 10, lawrusso, Miguel speaks at the beach, Feelings Realization in Barcelona, Miguel and Robby are matchmakers, Mostly Miguel's POV via https://ift.tt/WMOG0Ai

[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFICS REC PT.3 on going

[Fanfics i've read]

Edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Encanto [camilo madrigal]

the black phone [vance hopper]

time wasters [ralph penbury]

doctor who [eleventh doctor][twelve doctor]

doctor sleep [dan torrance]

cobra kai [miguel diaz][eli "hawk" moskowitz]

wayne [wayne mccullough]

·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·—·

—————ENCANTO——————

camilo madrigal

@multi-fandom-imagine - ___

@magicalencanto - camilo having a crush

- first meeting

- Camilo with s/o who had butterfly wings! Pt 2

@levithestripper - Romantic Headcanons

@lapileaferri - Matchmaking Matriarch

@your-girl-mj - trust the procress

@camilomyshiningstar - just one nap

@squeamishdionysus - language of love

@suncakie - you're an idiot

@carlosfruitsnacks - the manliligaw pt.3

- under all the pink

@cahmilo - Camilo with an S/O who is a Talented Artist

- Camilo with a S/O who is a Popular Kpop Idol

- camilo dating a ballerina

@queenlizzie-xo - camilo hc

———THE BLACK PHONE———

vance hopper

@vainvenus - head over heels

@aecassie - sensitive

@stargnf - stupid girl

@creamymilkk - aww vance can be sweet

@tnmdfhgkg - i knew you liked me

————TIME WASTERS————

ralph

@meowlanderr - hc

@diaryofaprettyprincess - ___

- giving ralph bj ♡

@babybluebex - your golden retriever boyfriend

- kisses

@mypoisonedvine - who's a good boy? ♡

@meliorao - your relationship with ralph

————DOCTOR WHO—————

@honey-im-hotdog - seven cubes of sugar (twelve doctor)

@imajinxnation - you witness their regeneration

@undiscovered-horizon - You cut through all the noise (eleventh doctor)

————DOCTOR SLEEP————

dan torrance

@mlmxreader - night shift

@bowieandqueen11 - walls

—————COBRA KAI——————

miguel diaz

@strawberri-blonde - caught ♡

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eli "hawk" moskowitz

@greetings-and-salutations - get your f*cking hands oof her, a*shole

- dating eli would include

——————WAYNE———————

wayne mccullough

@wayneimagine - lost & found

- Being Wayne’s little sister would include pt.1

- ___

- wayne with an opposite s/o

[starlight-blackbird]

MEET PHOENIX AYALA

Phoenix Ayala had been through a lot. They never liked to actually admit it, especially since, in their mind, it wasn’t half as much as a lot of other people had, but it was an objective truth. After being diagnosed with both social and general anxiety at a young age, having a terrible fallout with their mother after they’d come out as non-binary in their early twenties, and going through relationships with what they called their Unholy Trifecta of Exes - The Serial Cheater, the Emotional Abuser, and the Non-Binary Denier - they’d wound up where they were now, with a million little nervous ticks, not a friend to speak of (not that they’d ever really had those anyway), and self-esteem that could have touched the bottom of the Mariana Trench.

Their only comfort was in clothing design and their work as a tailor; spending hours at their sewing machine, quietly singing along to whatever music they had on in the background and making scraps of fabric into beautiful designs, was one of the only things that ever truly made their constantly-worrying mind go quiet. So they very much enjoy their job at a small tailor shop, spending most of their time in the back room working on designs and trying to avoid actually interacting with the customers - until they do a fitting for an energetic, bespectacled man named Eli, who offers them a side gig designing costumes for the music videos his acapella group makes.

After taking the job and meeting Eli’s other friends, a singing group who calls themselves VoicePlay, Pheonix suddenly finds themselves with a whole group of friends, people who actually want to be around them and spend time with them, people who seem to like them just as anxious and awkward as they are. But after everything that’s happened to them, they’ve been left incredibly wary of fully letting people in and bothering them with who they really are, no matter how nice the guys are being to them.

Phoenix genuinely doesn’t believe they deserve friends, or to be cared about - and with all the ways they’ve been hurt before, that isn’t exactly a surprise. But there’s no one better for bringing harmony into their life than a group of singers, and if these guys have anything to say about it, Phoenix is going to realize just how loved they are… and possibly even find some non-platonic love with a certain bass singer as well.

(Not that Geoff would ever make a move on Phoenix himself - he doesn’t want to make them uncomfortable at all. But as it turns out, Eli Jacobsen and Layne Stein are a matchmaking duo not to be messed with, especially when it comes to what Eli calls “a pair of pining idiots”.)

Tagging @auxiliarydetective, @lovings4turn, @hiya-itsamber, and @acaplaya-musings!

[sapphirebluejewel]

Can't Tell Me Nothing(2)

-When Katie steals her mom's pain medication, she feels invincible, but is she pushing her body too far? Jenna writes an angry song about K.C.

Not Ready to Make Nice(1)

-On Jake's birthday, he invites his "new girl" over for dinner, much to Clare's dismay. Fiona plays matchmaker for Eli and Imogen.

Descriptions from IMDb

[tabbytabbytabby]

The Guilty One

Word Count: 1,214

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Cobra Kai

Relationship: Robby Keene/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz

Tags: Fluff, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Mutual Pining, Matchmaking, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Minor Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence

Summary: Robby, Demetri, and Miguel get woken up by an angry Eli, who demands to know who pranked in his sleep. But there's a little more to the prank than Eli and Robby realize.

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For the Attacked in Their Sleep space for @badthingshappenbingo. Card under the cut.

[buddiekinard]

yall have me shipping tommy/eli now.

chims played matchmaker before. he could do it again.

[ravewulf]

The show already made it clear that Derek loves Stiles and Stiles cares a lot about Derek, that he'd likely reciprocate Derek's feelings.

The movie made it clear that not only was Derek pining after Stiles for all those years but Sheriff Stilinski knew about Derek's feelings for Stiles. Given that Lydia broke up with Stiles years ago, what's stopping Derek from making a move?

Those "complicated feelings" seem to have a specific shape but I don't think it's Kate-shaped or even Jennifer-shaped. Derek feeling like he's too messed up and insecurities about his ability to raise Eli might be closer but it feels like something specific happened between him and Stiles after the TV series/before the movie

There's something about Derek saying Sheriff Stilinski should call "[his] son" rather than "we should call Stiles"

In abandoning the Jeep, did Stiles abandon Derek? If so, why? Derek fixed it up, why hasn't Stiles come to see about it/about Derek?

Did Stiles do or say something or did Derek? Are both of them in a holding pattern and need someone/something to push them together again?

Tbh Peter is slacking on his matchmaker duties

Also, what's Sheriff Stilinski's role in knowing about those "complicated feelings" other than helping Derek out as his father-in-law/grandparent to Eli?

[dontwaitforupdates]

Hello and welcome,

the quick disclaimer about this blog is none of the projects have plans on being produced. I may be actively working on all of them but I have 0 plans on doing anything substantial with them. Now that you are aware of it here are what projects I'm doing and the gist of them:

Alphabet Soup

This (in theory) is a romance game with 26 romantic options (ROs) for the player to date. They cover the whole expanse of the alphabet with their names, hence the title. The plot so far is non-existent, but the characters have designs and personalities

Bouquet Baes

A romance game with a classical royal fantasy setting, the blood lines are based on flowers, and there 7 ROs. Basic plot is there is a week(+?) celebration happening and it's your debut event, who will you spend your time with or maybe even court? Working on character designs have some story and route ideas.

The Blacksmith

Also a romance game it would have matchmaking and weekly planner aspects. You are the mystical blacksmith for a kingdom going to war, in preparation the monarch has found 5 sentient swords for you to fix up and pair off with his top 5 warriors. How well the pairings go will depend on you. The main character (MC) can end up with either the swords, the people, or in a poly relationship with one of the pairs you make. The fun thing about this one is the MC is not actively pursuing the characters they will just fall for them and by the end of the game have the choice to accept or reject their feelings. Working on designs and story.

Mac and Chester

My cute gay couple OCs this would be for their story of romance that ends in tragedy and also has superpower elements. Chester has basic improved speed and strength and Mac has Groundhog Day powers where when he dies the day restarts. The characters are well fleshed out. Now, I'm just working on the plot of the actual story and their romance.

Developing Shape-shifting: the All Powerful Gods Gave me a Second Life But I Can't Be Born a Man??

This in theory would be a webtoon. The main character Eli a trans man gets isekaied(?) And is still AFAB his journey is the quest of developing shape-shifting so his body can look exactly how he wants. Plot fully developed working on character design and then writing, then in theory storyboarding.

My Lucky Cleric

Would be a webtoon. The Goddess of misfortune has accidentally killed every servant of hers with her erratic powers. That is until she found a man blessed by the luck God to make her cleric. Kind of still in the idea phase would be about their travels and shenanigans.

Bolts and Screws

Would also be a webtoon. A nonbinary and asexual human inventor has done it they made a fully functional android! But why is she so horny? Would be silly and lighthearted interactions between inventor and invention. Also in the idea phase.

How Many Today's Has it Been?

A love sory between someone with unpredictable time loop abilities and their completely average best friend. Probably set in the same world as Mac and Chester. The story would be told through the POV of the best friend so the audience doesn't know how many loops its been and can only guess by how not well the other character is doing. Could maybe be a short visual novel with a good and bad end.

Spectrum

A magical world with the powers being based on colors. So far, I have only basic world building and getting the magic system together, I have one character thought of and no story yet.

That's what I have for now, will do my very best to keep this post up to date

[onebluebookworm]

November 2023 Book Club Picks

Yvonne Goes to York by Marion Chesney: In the thrilling, romantic, madcap final to the Traveling Matchmaker series, Hannah sets out on one last grand adventure to York. Among her traveling companions is the shy Miss Yvonne Greiner, a beautiful fugitive of the French Revolution, and the mysterious Mr. Smith, who soon reveals himself to be a dangerous enemy for poor Yvonne. Luckily, another member soon joins their party - Rupert Giles, the Marquis of Ware, on a mission to track down Yvonne's elusive father, who disappeared after being trusted with important documents for the Crown. What begins as a mission to protect Yvonne and find her father quickly becomes - with a bit of Hannah's infamous matchmaking - much more dangerous and passionate than the Mr. Giles or Yvonne ever realized.

Night by Elie Wiesel: Born in the town of Sighet, Transylvania, Elie Wiesel was a teenager when he and his family were taken from their home in 1944 to Auschwitz concentration camp, and then to Buchenwald. This book is a record of that time, nightmarish and heartbreaking, a haunting record of memories of the death of his family, the death of his own innocence, and his despair as a deeply observant Jew confronting the absolute evil of man.

Middlewest: The Complete Tale - Skottie Young: Abel knows the world beyond his small farming community is dangerous, but it can't be any worse than living with his father. His father has a monster inside him, and Abel lives in terror of the day it finally gets out. When a violent storm destroys his small Midwestern town, Abel and his best friend Fox must flee into a hazardous world of soothsayer hobos, bridge trolls, wilderness spirits, endless forests, and forgotten children, all while Abel tries to contain the strange, angry power that's now brewing inside him.

In the Lives of Puppets by T.J. Klune: Far out in the forest, up amongst the trees, sits a curious dwelling. Built by Giovanni Lawson - a man who is not really a man at all, but a wayward android - he lives there with a sadistic nursing robot and a nervous sentient vacuum. His son Victor, a human, lives there too. They're a family, hidden and safe. But when Vic finds a decommissioned android labelled "HAP", he learns of a shared, dark secret between Hap and Gio - a past spent hunting humans. When Hap unwittingly alerts robots from Gio's former life to their whereabouts, the family is no longer hidden and safe. Gio is captured and taken back to his old laboratory in the City of Electric Dreams. So together, the rest of Vic's assembled family must journey across an unforgiving and otherworldly country to rescue Gio from decommission, or worse, reprogramming.

Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome: Three young Englishmen, feeling overworked, bored, and restless, decide to take a pleasure cruise down the river Thames. However, with a complete lack of boating experience between the three of them, things quickly spiral out of control.

[lizabethstucker]

All the Dead Shall Weep by Charlaine Harris

Gunnie Rose 5

5 out of 5.

Peter Savarova, Eli's younger brother, and Felicia Dominguez Karkarova, Lizbeth's half-sister, come to visit shortly after Lizbeth's miscarriage. Felicia senses the strain between them. When Eli and Peter soon depart for San Diego with no explanation, Lizbeth is positive that her marriage is over, that living in a small town in the middle of nowhere was not enough for her grigori husband.

Felicia and Lizbeth grow closer as events keep putting them in danger. It appears that someone wants Lizbeth dead. Not to mention a sudden influx of suitors for Felicia now that she is old enough and powerful enough, despite still in training, to attend the ball used as a matchmaking event. At least it all helps take Lizbeth's mind off her heartache.

This is a NetGalley ARC, courtesy of Simon & Schuster, with an anticipated release date of September 5, 2023. I cannot thank them enough for this early look at one of my favorite series!

Prepare yourself for a wild ride and some extremely emotional and angst ridden moments. Harris does a spectacular job with the mythology aspect of her worldbuilding, building on events, people, and hints from the previous books in the series. The mix of genres is more than welcome, even if it makes it tough to categorize when posting reviews on Goodreads and StoryGraph.

I particularly love the well-drawn characters. Everyone is real, having bad and good in them. No one is 100% of either. And, more importantly, the characters grow. For instance, throughout the series I've progressed from finding Felicia an annoying brat I was ready to see the last of to truly enjoying her feistiness and inner strength. Or Peter, who first appeared as a nonentity to a sweet, kind and caring young man on the verge of manhood. My heart aches.

The subplots and background events through the last couple of books have really got me thinking and guessing as to what comes next, increasing the suspense. Particularly the hints of war and aggression. Then there is that last line. I honestly look forward to what comes next.

[ao3feed-johnnylawrence]

The Guilty One

https://ift.tt/vhoMWAz by tabbytabbytabby Robby, Demetri, and Miguel get woken up by an angry Eli, who demands to know who pranked in his sleep. But there's a little more to the prank than Eli and Robby realize. Words: 1214, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Robby Keene, Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz (Cobra Kai), Demetri Alexopoulos, Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence Relationships: Robby Keene/Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz Additional Tags: Fluff, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Mutual Pining, Matchmaking, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing a Bed, Minor Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence source https://archiveofourown.org/works/51755344 November 21, 2023 at 09:02PM