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TWISTER TRYST (Oli x Reader)

"Hello everyone! As you can see, today we're playing twister.....with a twist. *ba dum psh* get it? TWISTer with a TWIST?" Joe looked around the room at his group of friends, everyone refusing to laugh at his pun.

"Just get on with it!" Caspar shoved Joe.

"Alright, alright. Today we're playing Would You Rather Twister!"

"Why do I only get invited to be in dangerous or disgusting videos?" Jack laughed.

"Oh, you love it." Joe shot back, explaining the rules.

You were going in pairs to play one vs one. It was now yours and Mikey's turn, having to pick a would you rather and then put your foot or hand on whichever the spinner landed on.

"Y/n, would you rather have a bucket of cold water poured on you or lick Mikey's foot?" he asked, the two of you already tangled up and barely standing.

"Oh, hell no. Bring on the ice water." you laughed, bracing yourself. Joe slowly poured the ice water down your back, the chill of it taking your breath away. "Holy shit."

"OOooo, Y/n is bringing sexy back to the twister challenge." Jack laughed, pointing out that your white t shirt was now drenched and clinging to your skin.

You laughed, looking over at your boyfriend Oli. The two of you had been dating for a few months, but you had kept it between the two of you. "We should probably get her another t shirt." Oli said, forcing a laugh. Oli was the one that wanted to keep it private. He said that it would be easier to actually spend time together, but the real reason was because he was nervous you'd leave him for someone else. If you left, he didn't want it to be public.

"I'm fine." you replied, not wanting to lose the game. "Mikey's turn."

Joe continued. "Mikey, would you rather do the rest of the video in your boxers or eat a chili?"

"Oh, fuck me." Mikey whined. "Get the chili, but get the milk." After consuming the chili, Mikey forfeited the game, running to the kitchen to get something to cool his mouth off.

A few other pairs were filming their turns when Oli pulled you out onto the balcony. "Here." he said, pulling his shirt off.

"Aww, you didn't have to do that." you replied, slipping his shirt on.

"I don't like them looking at you like that." he said, pulling you into a quick kiss.

"You know I only have eyes for you." you teased him, wiping some of the egg off of him from his turn in Twister.

"Hey guys, you're needed for the last round." Joe peeked his head out of the sliding door.

"Come on." you pulled Oli inside.

"Okay, for the last round, the 4 winners are going against each other." Joe said to the camera. You, Oli, Josh, and Jack were all standing on the twister mat.

"This is going to be a crowded game." you laughed, standing between Jack and Oli.

Josh lost pretty quickly, not having any room to reach his assigned color. Jack had been egged and was currently standing on one foot. Oli had his feet on two colors that were nowhere near each other and had stripped down to his boxers. You were standing with your back to Oli, your feet on the same colors as his but one row away. "Okay, Y/n. Would you rather kiss someone in the game or let someone tweet from your account?" Joe asked.

"This is easy." you said, eyeing Jack. After making it look like you were going to kiss him, you twisted around to pull Oli into a kiss.

"Oooo, not what I expected." Josh commentated from the sidelines.

Oli had gone bright red, but he was glad you picked him. The one thing he hated about keeping your relationship private is that the boys would flirt with you. It was innocent, of course, but he was still a bit insecure about it.

"Of course I'd pick Oli." you teased. "None of us know where Jack's been putting his mouth." you laughed, poking Jack in the side.

"Hey!" he laughed, trying to keep his balance.

"Okay, y/n. now you have to put your left hand on blue." That meant that you were now bent over with your ass in the air right in front of Oli. Oli looked down and then straight back up. He was already a bit hot and bothered from the kiss, but seeing you bent over in front of his boxer clad crotch was making his mind wander.

"This looks so wrong." Joe laughed. "Okay, Jack. Would you rather eat a raw egg or let us read one of your Tinder messages?"

"Oh, no way." Jack replied, walking off of the Twister mat. "I lose. This isn't worth it." he laughed, joining the rest of the boys.

"Oooo, just Oli and Y/n left. Oli, would you rather text your crush a picture of you playing Twister in your boxers or let Caspar tweet from your account?"

"Easy. Someone take a picture." Oli replied.

"Really?" Conor asked, surprised that Oli would be so forward.

"I don't have to tell you who it is, right?" He asked.

"You have to show one person so we know you did it." Joe answered.

"Y/n, stand up and look at my phone for proof." Oli laughed, knowing he was sending it to you.

"Ooo, we look good." you teased, watching him text you the picture. "Done. He did it." You said, bending back down to put your hand back on the right color.

"Damn. Okay. Oli, left hand red." Joe called out. Oli was now leaning over you, your ass pressed firmly into his crotch. "Y/n, would you rather twerk on camera or eat an onion." he asked.

Knowing you'd win the game, you started twerking against Oli.

"Not fair" he said, giving up and falling to the ground. He turned in a way that he could adjust himself without the camera or the boys seeing.

"I won!" you called out, standing up. "And I want a shower. I'm covered in egg, oil, and chocolate." you laughed.

"Well that was Would You Rather Twister!" Joe said, filming the outro. "Make sure to tune in next week for another Sugg Sunday Special!"

"Okay, I'm stealing your shower." you called to Jack and Josh. "I'll be quick." you grabbed your bag and went to the bathroom.

The boys all teased Oli after you left the room. "You know you got turned on when she was twerking." Conor laughed.

"Your face turned bright red when she kissed you." Jack joined in.

"I'm going to have to edit out the part where you were just staring at her ass." Joe teased him.

"I mean, he had to enjoy it while it lasted." Josh threw in.

Oli knew he was being mocked, but he couldn't help but laugh. "You know what? I don't know why we ever tried to keep this private." he said, walking to the bathroom. "Sweetheart, can I join you?" The guy's eyes all went wide watching Oli.

"Of course, love." you called out. Oli winked at the boys and walked into the bathroom with you. "Did you tell them?" you laughed, pulling Oli into the shower and helping him wash all of the mess off of him.

"Pretty much." he answered, slipping his arms around you once he was clean. "I'm sorry I wanted to keep it private."

"Don't apologize, babe. I'm happy to be with you whether that's just between us or in front of the whole world." you stood on your tip toes to kiss him.

"I was just afraid you'd get bored with me and find someone else, but it's worth the risk." he kissed you back.

"Don't be silly, love." you looked up at your boyfriend. "I couldn't find someone better for me if I tried."

[ryus3i]

WAXING THE BLUE LOCK BOYS

ft. Nagi Seishiro, Rin Itoshi and Oliver Aiku Cw; just a few curse words

A/n; dk what possessed me to write for Aiku but here it is, enjoy!

NAGI SEISHIRO

♡ He does not feel anything at all, I imagine he has a very high pain tolerance for some reason.

“Sei, hold still, it’s only gonna hurt for a second”

“Your lying, you know how much it really hurts”

“Just continue to play your game, and you won’t even feel it” you say, rubbing the pink strips between your hands to melt the wax.

Pulling the two strips apart you carefully place the pink wax on Nagi’s forearms .

“Ok I’m gonna count down to 3 and I’ll just pull it off”

“Angel no, this is such a hassle”. 

“You’ll be fine Sei”

“3”

“2”

“Wait, I’m not ready don-“

“1”, you say quickly ripping out the white hairs that littered Nagi’s arm. The once pink strip was now almost as white as snow.

“Oh”

“Sei, you didn’t even flinch, I told you it wasn’t gonna hurt ” 

“It didn’t feel like anything”.

“So you did all that whining for nothing,” you say, rubbing the soothing pad over his skin.

“No, it was just scary at first”

:x

RIN ITOSHI

♡ Didn’t really see why you wanted to wax his legs but let’s you do it anyway. Will never let you near his hair again.

“If you didn’t like my leg hair, I could’ve just shaved it off”. Rin says from his seat next you, his leg rests over your lap as you lay down the wax strips on his leg.

“Rin, you don’t understand, it’s not the hair. Have you ever heard of trying new things”.

“I think I’ve seen you do it enough times to never want to, dumbass”.

“Whatever, I think you’re just scared” you tease. He probably won’t even feel it you think to yourself. Rin was a big boy and he could handle a little pain.

“I’m not scared”.

“Yes you are, Rinnie”

“No, I’m not”

“Whatever you say, love” to this Rin only grumbles to himself and mutters a few words you don’t quite catch but you’re sure he’s cursing you out. 

“Okay, I’m gonna pull it off, you want me to count down or something?” 

“No, I don’t nee-“

Before Rin could finish his sentence you pull the pink strip as hard as you can, it only lasts a second but the amount of pain Rin feels is very evident.  Rin’s face quickly scrunches up as he tightly shuts his eyes in pain.

“Rin, are you okay, love?” you ask as you quickly open the soothing and rub it against his leg. You can only hope the pad soothes his pain and his anger.

“Don’t you dare, bring that thing near me ever again” he says, snatching the pad from your hands to rigorously rub the length of the leg. 

“Sorry Rin”, you say, reaching for his free hand.

Rin is quick to swat your hand away and turn away from you hiding his face and his now pink skin. It’s safe to assume Rin won’t ever let you near him again. 

OLIVER AIKU

♡ Comes to you to get rid of his mustache, lives to regret it.

“Hey doll, can you help me get rid of this”, Aiku  says pointing to the small hairs that fill the space between his nose and his lips. 

“You mean your mustache” it was just barely a mustache but Aiku wasn’t gonna hear that from you. 

“Yeah, the guys keep saying I look like a rat,” he pouts.

“Well, I think you look like a  cute rat but if this is what you want”

“You sure this is what you want, right” you question for the last time.

“Yes, this is what I want, doll”.

His heterochromatic eyes look up into your focused ones as you cut the wax strips to fit above his lips. 

“Okay Oli , I’m gonna count to three and then I’ll pull it off for each” you say as you press down the pink strips into his skin. To this he nods in compliance.

“1”

“2”

“Thr-“

“No I don’t want this anymore, Aiku exclaims as he tries to pull your arms down.

“What the fuck Oli, this is exactly why i asked you if you wanted this”. 

“I know but I just can’t, what kind of man would I be without my hair”.

“We’re about to find out because it has to come off”.

“What do you mean?” he questions as panic flashes across his eyes.

“The wax is already melted, the only thing I can do is take it off,” you explain.

“Baby, no” this is probably the first time you've ever seen Aiku pout. He’s pouted a handful of times but never has he pouted with watery eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,  this the only thing I can do” you say pushing back the hair that falls over his face in a way to bring him comfort. 

“Let’s just get over it” he says, shifting his gaze towards the ground.

Quickly you rip off the strip, trying to take him out of his pain as fast as you could.

You softly press the soothing oil pad into his blush skin, as your eyes meet Aiku’s you can tell he’s very upset.

“I’m sorry Baby, it will grow back before you know it” you say, running your hands through his hair.

“It’s fine,” Aiku says, continuously pouting.

It’s safe to say he’ll be pouting for the rest of the week. 

[risibledeer]

Last night on Eloise's stream El and Lizzie briefly talked about doing a group costume of Snow White and the seven dwarves. Chatter asked who Snow White would be. Lizzie said Joel would be Snow White.

https://x.com/pikuturtle/status/1850669439060234529

I now have the worst brainworms abt Joel being Snow White......

lawkengfklwjnef I AM THE PROPHET lol

dude ive been saying this for uhhh...an amount of time that i cannot remember but is defenitely long.

like ok if i had a twiitter, lizzie might just see that joel princess art i did a while ago T^T its actually perfect for this

anyways tho, like IMAGINE Joel and his seven dwarves being like uhh, letsee whos obsessed with him, lizzie, etho, gem, iskall, jimmy, doc, and hmm oh OLI!!

prince charming can be gem or smth and instead of kissing, cuz gem doesnt want cooties ew, she boinks him with a stick.

Lol im sorry im being so unserious rn T^T im so glad u shared this w me honestly i prolly wudnt have found it

[landoom]

organised by @33max and @leatherandcherryblossoms - header from them

List of prompts

Day 8: 🧣 Holiday Decorating/Baking (sorry I'm late, I'm planning on doing every day but I'll catch up when I have more time at the end of the month)

As he sat on the couch of the Norris’ house, Oscar thought about how different it had been the year before.

Lando and he were already together but it was so new, still a bit undefined. There had been a few nights together and something that could have been a date. 

And now, twelve months later, here he was. In Lando’s parents' house, for Christmas. Sitting in the comfy couch, wearing a Christmas jumper Mrs Norris - no, Cisca - had gifted him upon his arrival as it was apparently a tradition to wear funny jumpers on the 24th.

“Do you want more hot chocolate, Hun?” Cisca asked from the door leading into the kitchen.

Then she spotted Lando who was asleep with his head in Oscar’s lap and continued at a lower volume.

“You might want to wake him up soon! Cis’ is coming soon and we’ll start making the cookies.”

Oscar nodded. The cookies. Lando had told him about it. It was another tradition. One that started with Lando’s grandma and was passed to his sister when she discovered a love for baking during the lockdown. The whole family gathered on the 24th and just made cookies, following Cisca’s directions. Lando was not allowed to intervene in the batter-making but was the decorator-in-chief. Based on what Oscar had seen when they made those McLaren birthday cakes, he was sure to understand how he had acquired that title.

“So? A refill?” Cisca asked again, nodding towards Oscar’s empty mug.

“If it’s not a bother…”

“Of course, it’s not! I told you so, Oscar.”

Oscar nodded and smiled.

He didn’t lack maternal love but feeling so welcomed in another family than his felt strange. He wasn’t even sure it was his place… But he had to admit a little part of him wished that it would be one day. When he imagined coming back here, perhaps without Lando and asking his parents for their son’s hand. It was a bit old-fashioned but it felt important. Because, he could see now how much Lando was still their little boy. And even if they let him go years ago, Oscar felt like they would appreciate him asking to take Lando…forever.

Oscar’s train of thought was interrupted when Cisca came back with another mug of hot cocoa.

***

“Oscar! You know how to separate the whites from the yolk?” 

“I think so…”

“Great, come over here,” Flo beckoned Oscar.

“Why can he help with the dough and not me?” Lando whined.

“Lando, do you really want us to recount your exploits to Oscar?” Oli intervened“I’ll decorate the cookies!” Lando promptly answered with his most innocent smile.

The banter between brothers and sisters kept going on for the whole afternoon and Oscar was often involved, making him feel like he was part of the family once again.

And, later, when Lando fell asleep in his arms, their bellies full of biscuits, their heart full of laughter, Oscar wished for only one thing to be found under the tree the next morning: keeping this man in his arms forever.

[fisheito]

which yakuroom am i voting for??

proooobbabbly (in order of preference) 1. vampire yaku (i REALLY wanna hear yakumo lash out. AND the goofy mirror training) 2. idol yaku (lots of lore in this one, along with potential for snake-language yakumo. bonus: panicked whisper yaku in R1) OR 3. iced coffee yaku (give me more of that dulcet service voice)

deliberations under the cut

when they launched the poll, my immediate answer was SHADOW LINEAGE YAKUMO! I WANNA HEAR HIM SCREAM AS HE PLUMMETS FROM THE CLIFF but, not so hasty... did he ACTUALLY scream while hurtling to his doom? after i checked the rooms, no. no he did not. in fact, he was quite coherent throughout the crisis. that simply will not suffice. so, scrap shadow lineage. i must now go through room by room...

Things that , voiced, may INTRIGUE me? 👀👓:

White day yakumo: - eiden's weaponised incompetence while yakumo teaches him how to stir 😁

Idol yakumo: - blade and oli!! - yakumo ?happy!? it feels like it's been so long - yakumo speaking ancient serpent language - i can see the appeal in hearing yaku sing [ancient mating ball music], but i kinda prefer letting my imagination do the work. hmm...

Count drakumo: - yakumo losing his temper with eiden (I WANT TO HEAR HIM LASH OUT AT PRECIOUS EITO-SAN. JUST ONCE) - eiden talking about his hidden scalp scar and past anger issues - garu and aster!! often talking about food!! - eiden saying affirmations in the mirror about himself :)<3 - yakumo being forced to repeat eiden's compliments about his stamina and cuteness 😂

Nerdkumo: - some extra lines of being nervous and flustered never hurt anyone

Shadow Lineage: - a loooot of backstory but it's from Great Serpent POV/outside narrative, so it's not as relevant voice-wise - if they could squeeze in some distress noises every time yakumo nearly dies , that would be great

umbrella yaku: - yakuei being scared about ghosts and clinging onto each other - baby yaku? but... he's just crying again, in a pitched up voice probably. not the MOST interesting for me 🤨

Mermaid yaku: - the stupid sappy moment where eiden lies on yaku's lap and gets his tummy rubbed and theyre all disgustingly sweet n whispery

Iced coffeeyaku: - rei and blade!! - confident service yaku voice? talking with customers??? - yakumo switching between his calm happy-to-serve mode to being DEAD FLUSTERED by eiden's advances - idk something about yakumo acting as little coffee boy with a jingly collar .. bringing back this relevant line from the aster/yaku fic:

[thedo0zyslider]

New World, Same Old Us - 9K Words

In which a Sheriff falls in love with the first ever criminal he catches, and Oli can't help but fall for the man over and over again.

A03 Link

Jimmy’s life changes one day, when he’s following behind fWhip. His deputy is leading him through the winding streets of gobland, rambling on and on about the very first criminal he had caught. The Sheriff was trying to listen to what his deputy was saying, he really was, but it was hard to focus on words when he had to dodge goblin after goblin wherever he stepped. They were just so small! He wasn’t used to looking that far down when walking! Or used to looking out for stray and moving tails!

They made their way to where Goblands admittedly unconventional prison was, the Sheriff muttering dozens of apologies and excuse mes as he moved throughout the empire. The citizens seemed to take all that in stride though, giving him kind smiles whenever he misstepped and greeting both the blonde and their emperor. He’s glad they seemed to like him so much, or else trying to navigate through a world that’s way too small for him would’ve been a lot more challenging than it already was.

The prison hangs above a rather large drop, once certainly long enough to kill a man. Or severely injures him, at the very least. And that’s not even mentioning the sculk pulsing threateningly on the cave floor below, and any shriekers and sensors that might be hiding between the stones. fWhip had said, had promised to him and fiercely insisted that there wasn’t a trap door at the bottom of the cage when the Sheriff asked about it, or a hidden lever anywhere nearby, just Jimmy still wasn’t a hundred percent convinced on that.

There is a man inside the prison now, inside the cage that had been empty before. That must be their very first criminal then. Well, their very first captured one, Jimmy concludes rather obviously to himself. Said criminal is hunched in the corner, his back to them. He faces the cavern floor below, presumably staring down at it. Jimmy wonders why anyone would stare at their potential doom like that, and assumes he must be losing his mind in the cage.

“Hey! Turn around!” fWhip calls out as they approach, skittering down the path in excitement. Like a child running to a playground. Jimmy follows behind him, opting for a more casual stroll than his deputy. His deputy, who’s rather too enthusiastic about locking people in cages and punishing them for the Sheriff’s liking. But maybe goblins were just weird like that, he didn’t know. Or maybe fWhip was just weird.

At the goblin’s call the man in the cage lifts his head, and turns to face the two of them. Surprise shows on his face when he sees the Sheriff, and it is quickly replaced by dread. He must’ve been told all about what would happen to him when the Sheriff got here, knowing fWhip and how he tended to ramble. Jimmy can only wonder what this guy was told, and hoped it didn’t make too bad of an impression. But he fears it did anyway.

The man says nothing at first, just turns until his body is facing them. He’s in quite the weird outfit, a white undershirt with a more floral, bright pink one over it; and shorts. With sandals to top it all off, for some reason. His hair is dyed blonde as well, the natural brown color already starting to seep back in. His hair desperately needs a redying, because it does not look good right now. And that’s not even mentioning how unkempt it is. Though Jimmy imagines he would look pretty dashing when it’s properly taken care of…

The man locks eyes with Jimmy as the Sheriff approaches, and then quickly adverts his eyes to the cage’s floor. The Sheriff, on the other hand, keeps staring as he comes to a stop in front of the prison. He feels more than a little mesmerized right now, barely noticing the proud and affectionate look fWhip shoots at him. This prisoner, despite (or maybe in spite of) the roughed up appearance, is the most beautiful man Jimmy’s ever goddamn seen. And he’s friends with Scott and Sausage , for christs sake. Horrible thing to think while standing next to your deputy slash situationship, by the way; but he can’t really help it.

“So Sheriff, what are we gonna do with this thief!?” fWhip says, blue eyes boring into the Sheriff. He looks at him expectantly, like he wants praise for catching their very first criminal. Jimmy, who's still pulling himself away from thoughts of another man, is not going to give it to him. He will not praise the goblin for doing his damn job. “Thief?” He says, surprised, and glances down at the goblin next to him. He doesn’t remember anything about this guy being a thief (even if he does have the face for thievery,) only that he had done something to wrong Gobland and fWhip. Which felt like it could be anything from stealing a bunch of gold to saying a word wrong; with how flippant his deputy could be.

“Were you not listening on the way over here?” fWhip frowns, and his tail flicks in irritation behind him. Jimmy resists the urge to roll his eyes. He hates when his deputy looks at him like that. But he ignores that for now, and pushes the annoyance down. They can deal with all their other emotions later, after the prisoner is settled.

“I was trying not to step on any goblins.” He explains, placing a hand on his hip. The gesture feels a lot sassier than intended, but that only helps get his point across more. In Jimmy’s mind at least. Even if he has to ignore the quick and absolutely unpleasant look fWhip gives him to reach that conclusion. Just another thing to worry about later. 

“Well you —whatever.” fWhip cuts himself off with a frustrated huff, and pinches the bridge of his nose. Like he has anything to be stressed about right now. “Remember that sign? In the ancient city? The one that tipped me off to everything being looted? That was him! He stole from Gobland’s ancient city!”

“Gobland wasn’t even here when I stole all that!” The prisoner speaks up, his voice full of indignation. He also sounds tired, probably for a variety of reasons.Being trapped (and probably starved in a cage, because the Sheriff has yet to remind his deputy of ethical imprisonment,) will do that to a person. Jimmy can’t help but think the blonde’s voice is like heaven on the ears, even if it is all worn out and weak. The Sheriff is so wrapped up in that thought, and other similar ones, he barely hears the argument going on around him. “This was just an empty cave!”

“Likely story!” fWhip snorts, narrowing his eyes at the other man. The prisoner makes an equally rude retort in response, which fWhip just has to match with his own insult. Because of course he does. And then the blonde man responds again, and then so on and so forth until a conversation the Sheriff cannot bring himself to care about is going on. Even if half of it is his deputy having rather sad insults thrown his way.

The argument continues around him, but Jimmy barely listens to it. He doesn’t want too anyways, it would probably just annoy him more than anything. Instead, he spends that minute or so thinking about what he wants to do with this prisoner. Though, it’s not really a hard conclusion to come too. The Sheriff had made his mind up the moment he’d set eyes on the man, really.

“Let him go.” Jimmy says, crossing his arms over his chest decisively. The two men next to him stop bickering, both falling into a stunned silence at his words. The prisoner, who;s name he still has not gotten, looks at him in utter disbelief. There’s some hope mixed in there as well, Jimmy notes, and that makes his heart swell. His deputy just stares at him, shocked and mouth hanging open, before he absolutely explodes .

“What!?” fWhip yells out, his blue eyes burning with something akin to betrayal. Jimmy does not feel like he just betrayed his deputy. He actually feels like he did the right thing, when he had been so nervous of doing the wrong thing. It makes whatever betrayal is in his deputy's eye feel like nothing to him. “Sheriff, he stole from Gobland!”

“Was it really Gobland if you hadn’t settled here yet?” The blonde looks back at his deputy, eyebrow raised. In the cage, the prisoner just smirked in triumph. It seemed he’d been arguing that point for a while now, and hearing someone else share it must be nice. Especially with how stubborn and set in his little goblin way fWhip tended to be. 

“I-” His deputy stumbles over his words, clearly dumbfounded. Yet he keep protesting regardless, even when it is two on one. Even when the odds are stacked against him, and he is clearly not winning this argument. Stubborn and annoying, just like the Sheriff had been saying to himself for months now. “That’s not the point! ”

“Let him go, fWhip.” Jimmy says, his tone stern. He does not feel like arguing with fWhip anymore, especially not over this. He’d already made up his mind, and that was that. He was the Sheriff , and fWhip was just a deputy . The Sheriff’s word was always final . “That’s an order .”

(In the cage in front of them, Oli feels himself go a bit red. He was glad neither emperor was looking at him when it did, because woah. He liked a commanding voice more than he thought he did! Which he didn’t think he liked that at all. Interesting discovery that was..)

“ Fine.” The goblin huffs, a pout starting to form on his face. Jimmy thinks he looks like a petulant child, sulking after they didn’t get what they wanted. But he resisted frowning at that, not wanting to make things worse. Or incite another argument. So instead he places his hand on fWhip’s shoulder again, and makes his hold firmer than before. He ignores fWhip after that, and the way the goblin stiffens under the touch near instantly.

“There’s a good deputy!” He purrs, mostly to himself. The Sheriff flicks his gaze back towards their prisoner as he speaks, his attention solely focused on him. The lingering pink-tint on the man’s cheeks does not escape him, and he wonders what all that’s about. One of the many questions he’ll have to ask later, it seems. “Now, prisoner, what’s your name? If you’ve got one, that is.”

“The name’s Oli, dear Sheriff.” The prisoner says, lifting his head to get a better look at the Sheriff. His eyes are a nice brown color, Jimmy has to admit. They’re nice to look at, and probably even nicer to get lost in. fWhip is absolutely radiating with emotion beside him, and none of them are the positive king. Jimmy just decides to ignore him until he starts speaking again, which ends up happening a lot sooner than expected.

“He sings a lot.” The goblin remarks, his tone a lot less cheerful than it was before. He even sounds annoyed by the fact, like Oli singing had been an annoying thing about him. The Sheriff couldn’t begin to imagine why, because he was sure this man had a lovely voice. The Sheriff also hadn’t purposefully been kept awake all night by loud, echoing singing in the caves, because Oli learned it annoyed fWhip and then started to do it out of spite. And also to keep his sanity intact while he rotted in a cage, that was also a factor.

“Does he now?” Jimmy hums, probably more happy about that information than fWhip had wanted him to be. A good singer was never a bad thing to have, especially one as dashing and good looking as the man in front of him. This guy could certainly earn quite a bit of cash if he just went around performing. “Well, he’d be perfect for a tavern.”

“Not mine.” fWhip’s pout seems to get even worse as he speaks, and he glares daggers at the bard in the cage. Like he had done something other than steal what the goblin thought he was entitled to. The goblin was not entitled to anything at all, in the Sheriff’s humble opinion. Even if he thought he was. He wasn’t entitled to anything other than the kingdom that had been given to him, and nothing more than that.

Oli protests their words with a loud squawk, flailing his arms in protest as well. For some extra flare and emphasis, of course. “I’m not a bard, though!” He shouts, voice rising higher than intended. The Sheriff cringes a little at his volume, but doesn’t really mind it. It’s certainly better on the ears than when his deputy sounds all squeaky, that’s for sure.

“You are now! The Sheriff said so!” fWhip taunts, sticking his tongue out at the other man teasingly. But it;s not a friendly kind of tease, that’s for certain. The blonde in the cage glares at him, one that’s sharp and unfriendly. His deputy returns it with a similarly nasty look, and probably has a retort just as nasty prepared and ready.

“Let him go now, fWhip,” Jimmy says, sensing the need to step in before Oli can respond. Lest this turn into another argument again. He thinks if he just doesn’t do anything, the two of them could stand here and fight all day long and then some. Which exhausts him to just think about. “You had something else to show me, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, I did!” The goblin’s tone gets a bit cheerier than it had been, now that he had something else to think about other than the personal betrayal Jimmy had supposedly committed. Good, it was always great when he wasn’t being grumpy. fWhip fishes the cage’s key out of his pocket without another word, and reaches forward to unlock the thing. Oli just stares at it, dumbfounded, and like he can’t believe he’s free.

After that, The Sheriff praises his deputy again, and then turns away. He says he’s going back up the path, wanting to get a move on. He needs to be home before sunset, Tumble Town’s latest bandit problem keeping him from being gone all day and spending the night in Gobland like he would normally do on a visit, fWhip just nods in response, and says he’ll show him that other thing in just a minute. Right after he points Oli towards the exit of course!

Jimmy leaves the two of them with a happy smile, the spurs on his boots clinking across the ground as he retreats. His deputy wastes no time, and as soon as the Sheriff is out of hearing range, yanks the bard forward menacingly. Oli, who was still in the process of stepping out of the cage, has to fumble forward, desperately grabbing for purchase on the shorter man’s shoulder. If he hadn’t done that, there was a very likely chance he would’ve fallen into the deep dark below, and it all would’ve been over from there. But it’s kinda hard to dwell on that near death experience for long, especially when your captor is yelling in your face right after it. 

“The Sheriff might’ve let you go, but you still owe me five hundred diamonds.” fWhip hisses, grabbing Oli’s arm before he can fall; somehow both saving and dooming him all at once. He digs his claws into the bard’s skin, causing him to yelp. It’s not enough force to draw blood, but it’s certainly enough to bruise. For someone so short, he’s surprisingly strong!

“Five hundred!?” He exclaims, struggling against the hold on his wrist. It only makes it hurt worse, and Oli lets out a yelp despite himself. fWhip seems to relish in the sound, and claps his hand down harder. “That’s too bloody many!”

“It's equivalent to how much treasure you stole. ” The goblin snaps, and seems to resist racking him with his claws. He glares at Oli with more vitriol than he had when they first met, clearly upset by something he had done. Which was weird because he hadn;t done anything but sit in a cage! For two weeks he’d just sat and starved in a cage! 

“I was literally here first! ” Oli says, like he’s been saying and protesting for weeks now. It doesn’t matter how many times he argues and reasons with the goblin, or how much sense he makes, the bard has yet to get through his thick skull. And even now, as he’s leaving jail and it barely matters anymore, he feels hopeless that he’s never going too.

Something, something that Oli later figures out is jealousy, gleams in fWhip’s eyes as he lets go of his arm. The blonde snatches it closer to his body, wincing in pain when he goes to rub at the injury. “Well I don’t care!” Gobland’s ruler snaps, turning his back on his former prisoner. He starts going up the path again, leaving Oli behind with one last yell. “Just get out of my empire and get me my diamonds!”

Oli watches the man leave in stunned silence, rubbing his still aching wrist as he goes. He doesn’t really know what just happened, his brain only processing that he’s finally out of the cage. He’s standing on stable ground for the first time in over fourteen days. fWhip had said to get out, but his legs barely feel like they used too from all his recent inaction, (He certainly won’t be getting him those diamonds though, that’s for sure. Even if he can walk again soon.) 

He watches as fWhip scurries after Jimmy, jumping on parts of buildings and whatever else he can until they’re eye level. When they are, the Sheriff rolls his eyes fondly, and accepts the kiss he is given. The goblin seems to smirk triumphantly at that, and then they continue walking away from the prison, until they are just figures lost in the city's neverending crowd. That kiss was deliberate. That kiss was supposed to send Oli a message.

And it sent one alright, but probably not the one fWhip had wanted. 

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Oli is there when Fwhip and the Sheriff break up. So are Scott, Gem, and Sausage. It is a rather awkward ordeal. It is also a rather quick ordeal, and a situation everyone leaves right afterwards because holy fuck what the hell was that. If the situation had been more nuanced than it was (read: two people being equally shitty to each other), and if a few more of them had been involved any longer, this would’ve been a friend group ruining event. Thankfully, it isn’t. Because even in the relatively short time Oli’s been here, he finds that he quite likes this group of friends, and would like to keep it around longer than his last one.

Everyone had known fWhip and Jimmy were in a relationship, or a situationship; something like that. They hadn’t labeled what they were, but the two also weren’t very subtle about it either. Public affection was very much on the table for the relationship, much to every other person’s dismay. Oli swears everyone has seen them kiss at least five times, maybe even more. But the affection hadn’t stopped the cracks from showing in their dynamic.

Jimmy and Oli had a blossoming friendship after the latter's release from jail, something that fWhip didn’t seem very fond of. It was one of the many things the goblin wasn’t very fond of, actually, considering how many fights the couple had. In public and in private. They usually weren’t very intense fights, no screaming matches or anything, but the bard knows that having small arguments with someone every day isn’t really the healthiest thing in the world. Especially when you’re in a relationship with them. It’s just a lot of negative energy is all, and he doesn’t know how those two deal with it. Or how they’re even still together. 

All that energy comes to a head on the breakup day, as the bard has dubbed it, after a small prank on the Sheriff. They had just trapped him in a jail cell for a little bit, and it was meant to be nothing more than a harmless prank. Jimmy clearly did not see it that way, and was frankly pissed as hell when they finally let him go. Everyone seemed to get the hint that they had gone too far this time, and backed off. Everyone but fWhip, that is, who just kept giggling to himself. Which he probably shouldn;t do, because he was the deputy and all, but the goblin did it anyways. The lack of respect just upset Jimmy even more.

A fight happens rather quickly, after Sausage gives Jimmy his stuff back. Sanctuary’s ruler looked like he had some quip to say, but thought better of it. Especially when the Sheriff turned to fWhip, and started questioning his loyalty. Ya know, the loyalty he promised he had? Yeah, Oli could tell this was gonna get nasty fast, especially when the goblin started walking away from his Sheriff. Because that was gonna make everything better. Yep. Ignoring him would totally work. And the Sheriff just followed behind him, as he was always going to do.

“What was that fWhip? What was that!? ” Jimmy yells, throwing his arms up in the air. He follows his deputy angrily along the half finished train tracks, looking like an absolute force to be reckoned with. The goblin whips around to face him, and the rest of their small group can only watch in silence as a full on fight brews under the summer’s sun.

fWhip snaps a response back, his tail lashing against the ground behind him. His expression is clearly upset, for a myriad of different reasons. Jimmy’s own expression twists again, and he yells back at his deputy. Oli sees Gem and Scott exchange a glance, while Sausage just stares at the ground awkwardly. Well, no one had expected the day to go like this when they pranked Jimmy. But now it was. That was fun. Oli didn’t do anything, just watched the fight unfold in silence. He didn’t really know what else to do anyways.

The topic of Oli gets brought up, and the bard feels three sets of eyes turn to him. He doesn’t say anything, or even meet a single stare directed towards him. He just watches the fight continue on, and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He has nothing to say, and saying anything would probably be a bad idea if he did. There was nothing helpful he could add.

Oli doesn’t really feel like he’s responsible for this breakup. Even if the breakup hasn’t really happened yet, but is clearly about too. From what he’d seen, it’d be a long time coming. It’s not like he could control what Jimmy thought of him, or how he looked at him. All Oli could do is not flirt with a taken man, and he had done exactly that. He had treated Jimmy like he treated everyone else, ignoring the Sheriff’s clear interest in him, and whatever interest he himself might’ve had in the latter.

Jimmy changes the topic of their final couples fight one last time, and that’s when it all goes wrong. They all watch as fWhip gets fired right there, in the town he was the deputy of. They all watch the last kiss that happens, and how Jimmy pulls away from it sharply. The air is tense after that, and Sausage makes the correct call to book it before something else happens. Oli can’t really blame him, though the way he scurries away is a little funny.

The Sheriff says one last thing to fWhip, who doesn’t say anything back, and will not for the rest of the afternoon. Then the blonde turns his gaze to their three remaining friends, and also the fleeing silhouette of Sausage in the air. His eyes settle on Oli, and the bard has never wanted to disappear more in his life. And usually he likes it when the Sheriff looks at him…

“C’mon Oli, let's go!” Jimmy says, turning his back on his ex partner and all their friends. He stomps towards the train tunnel, and calls for Oil again when he realizes the blonde is not following. The bard follows him this time, feet dragging across the sand floor of the mesa, not knowing what else to do. Other than have fWhip’s jealous stare try to burn holes into his clothes and have even more suspicious ones make him feel self conscious, that is.

He follows the Sheriff back to his house, and doesn’t leave till they're sure everyone is gone and no one wants to yell at them anymore. It is a very awkward few hours, but Oli can’t say he regrets it. They were hours spent with his beloved Sheriff, after all.

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A month later, Oli finds himself back in the mesa, whistling a tune to himself as he strolls through Tumble Town. He’d gotten a new outfit since he was last here, fully accepting the bard label he’d been given. Even if he’d done so a little begrudgingly. He’s also managed to get himself an instrument, maybe using those charming good looks and that rugged voice the Sheriff had first mentioned to swindle it. Or maybe he had gotten it in a more legal manner, or handmade it himself!? Who was to say, really.

He follows the paths throughout the town, only a little unsure of where he was going. The bard had only been here once after all, and that day was disastrous enough that he ended up forgetting the layout of this place. Also he didn’t like thinking about that day anyways, and pushed the memories down on purpose. Meaning he was extra screwing himself over when it came to navigating Tumble Town. But it’s fine! He has to find the building, or the person, he’s looking for sooner rather than later!

He does, in fact, find the building sooner rather than later. Even if he did need to ask for directions from a kind looking local. And whaddya know! The Sheriff, the very man he wanted to see, is standing right near the saloon’s door when he gets there! What a lucky day! So when the bard is close enough, he calls out his friend’s name, and can’t help but be filled with joy when the blonde’s eyes light up upon spotting him.

“Oli! What can I do for you today!?” Jimmy says, tipping his hat for extra flare. The bard cannot say why, but he loves when the Sheriff does that. Even if it’s only like, one of the first few times he’s seen Jimmy tip his hat. He still loves it regardless. It’s just an endearing thing to him, for a reason the bard can not yet name, and doesn’t really care top right now.

“Oh, nothing much, Sheriff!” He hums, his instrument securely strapped to his back. “But letting me play a tune or two would be real nice!”

“Why of course you can!” Jimmy flashes him a grin, holding the saloon’s swinging door open for him. What a gentleman the Sheriff is! “Your song should bring in plenty of patrons!”

“That is the goal!” Oli winks, and dips inside the building. He doesn’t miss the way Jimmy’s eyes widen, and his face turns a bit pink. He has no time to tease the blonde for that look, the patrons who had spotted him already getting excited over a bard, and some music to go with their drinks. So Oli throws the Sheriff a smirk as he unstraps his guitar. Jimmy just stares, looking a little dumbfounded, as Oli starts the first of many songs he will sing that day; and earns the first few pennies as well. Thankfully for him, there is a lot more where that came from, and the bard will be leaving Tumble Town with his pockets full of gold. Literal gold as well as the metaphorical kind!

The saloon closes several hours later, right in the dead of night. Oli packs up his stuff, his instrument and bags of change, feet aching from all the dancing around and the shows he had performed; near non-stop for hours and hours. Jimmy holds the door open for him once again, flashing him that same grin he had earlier. Oli returns it this time, not getting far before he flops down. He just needs to rest a minute before he heads back home, maybe even stay the night in his friend’s empire. Or, well, what’s left of the night that is. There’s some shuffling behind him before the bar is locked up, and a case of something is set nearby before the doors swing shut for the day. It seems Jimmy has grabbed them some beer, like the good lad he is.

The two of them end up sitting on the outside steps, talking quietly into the night. Talking about everything and anything, about whatever comes to mind. Oli has a beer in his hand, sipping from it in between words. He’s trying not to get too wasted, wanting to carry all his money back home sober.. Jimmy,who’s looking at the twinkling stars next to him, has no drink. It’s not smart to get drunk on a work night, after all.

The Sheriff has been a lot nicer to be around ever since he fired his deputy, at least in the short bursts of time Oli had seen him. Before, he would’ve been all upset and cranky about having to stay up this late. Even with Oli. But now he is quiet and gentle, a stark contrast to his attitude before. And when the bard had seen fWhip a few days ago, handing over twenty or so diamonds (because the little guy would just not stop nagging him about it,) the goblin seemed to be doing better as well. It seems the breakup had been the right move for both of them, even if it had come about in a rather disastrous way.

“Where were you from, before this?” Jimmy asks into the darkness, curiosity lacing the edges of his tone. His voice draws Oli away from thoughts of fights long passed, and back into the present. The Sheriff is looking at him with wide, curious eyes, and the bard finds he has to tear his gaze away before he gets too flustered to respond.

“Somewhere pretty far away.” The bard says, moving his own gaze up to the stars quickly. Right where Jimmy’s own had been, before becoming near permanently fixed on the man beside him. Oli can’t help but feel a little self conscious under those brown eyes, maybe because of how pretty they are. “No one around here would know it.”

“Well then, what was it like?” The Sheriff inquiries, finally taking a beer for himself. He cracks it open, and takes a long sip from the can. The bard waits till he is done, and till he has taken his own long sip of alcohol, to say anything back. This is starting to feel like a conversation he needs to be drunk for, unfortunately, and he prematurely grabs another can out of the case; setting it next to his leg with a clink.

“...There weren’t that many of us,” Oli begins, looking off into the distance. A pang of longing shoots through him as he speaks, choking him up. But he keeps talking despite it, desperately hoping he doesn't sound like he’s about to cry. Because he kinda is really close to crying right now, gotta be honest.  “No more than fifteen of us lived there I’d say.”

“No one else made it out.” He adds more quietly, then takes yet another sip of beer. Yep, this is a conversation he’d rather be drunk for. Some unpleasant memories of his old home are already starting to come back, and he hasn't even described anything of substance yet. The bard hadn’t even mentioned all the people he missed, and already found himself choked with grief. Tonight was going to be a longer one than expected.

“Oh-” Jimmy says, and cuts himself off with another drink. It seems he doesn’t know what to say to that, and figures it’s best if he lets Oli keep talking. The bard can’t really blame him for being a little unsure. He had just dropped that fourteen he cared about, and considered his best friends and family, fucking died, after all.

“You….remind me of an old friend from there, actually.” Oli hums, switching thoughts to one of those long gone people specifically. He’s pretty sure that had just been Jimmy, and that old world was just their weird past life no one but the bard remembered. It’s the explanation that made the most sense, considering how different all his old friends acted. And how the people that hadn’t been from their old world were completely unknown Oli.

“Do I?” Jimmy’s voice is soft now, but curious at the same time. He rests a comforting hand on top of his friends, and fiddles with it until their fingers are twined together. Oli lets him do so without complaint, enjoying the touch more than he thought he would. He wishes Jimmy would hold hands with him more.

“Yeah.” The bard says, a smile forming on his face as he remembers the old Jimmy, and all those forms he had taken throughout their lives. He’d liked that dumb candyman power the most. Mainly because that outfit had made his old flame look far too dashing for his own good. He does like a man in a suit, after all. “But in a good way.”

The Sheriff takes another sip of his drink, and finally turns his eyes back to the sky. Oli relaxed more, now that no one is studying every move his face makes. He wonders if they’re watching the same stars while they talk. “..What were they like?”

“Mm, they were stubborn. And kinda silly. A bit too reckless.” Oli muses, running the memories over in his head. Yeah, that Jimmy had been quite silly. Especially with all those deaths he had. But that same silliness is what made him so endearing, and why Oli had ended up liking him as much as he did (and still does .)

“They died, didn’t they?” Jimmy mutters, his tone quieter than it’s been in a while. It’s a stark contrast to how he was standing in front of this building, screaming his heart out at a goblin who didn’t care only a month before. Oli can’t say he hates the change.

“Yeah.” Oli responds softly, and then promptly downs half of the beer can he’d set aside. The Sheriff says nothing against it like someone would expect him too, just gives his friend a comforting squeeze of the hand. Oli squeezes back, and holds on tighter than he intended too.

“I'm sorry.” Jimmy mumbles again, and sets his now empty can to the side. He didn’t even know when the Sheriff finished it, but the drink is now long gone. The blonde doesn’t grab another one from the case either, all his attention now fixed on the bard in front of him. It makes Oli feel so horrible and so special all at the same time.

“It's okay.” The bard doesn’t feel like crying right now, even though any other person would probably be sobbing if they had to talk about all this. Even if Jimmy is clearly worried about him balling his eyes out. He’s either become numb to all the pain, or the beer is making him act funny. Oli is gonna go with the latter for his own sanity. “I think they would’ve liked you a lot.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.” Jimmy flashes him a small but comforting smile, and stops holding his friend’s hand. Oli can’t help the pang of disappointment he feels at that, or the newfound yearning for human contact that’s nestled itself in him. It’s probably for the best Jimmy let go anyways.

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He hums back, and then falls silent for the rest of the night. Quietly, Oli leans his head on the Sheriff’s shoulder, his half full beer can now being forgotten. He doesn’t know why he drank so much of it, doesn’t know why a whole can and a half of beer sounded like a good idea when they were literally sitting outside a saloon. He didn’t even like beer that much. He would’ve preferred to get all sad over a cocktail.

But Jimmy had brought it outside just for the two of them, so it had felt rude not to at least drink one can. (Even if a fruity margarita would’ve been so much nicer on his taste buds….) So he’d drank the beers anyway, because maybe he likes the Sheriff more than he wants to admit, for a bunch of more reasons he also doesn’t want to admit.

Jimmy finishes his own drink with a hum, and wraps a warm arm around Oli’s shoulders, protecting his bard friend from the night’s chill. And that is how they stay until sunrise. Sitting in front of a closed business, snuggled next to each other with half drinks around them, and lightly sleeping against each other.

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The Festival of the Rift comes around, and Oli finds himself way more excited than he’d thought he’d be. He’s practically bouncing off the walls with how fidgety he is, and worries he’s gonna break the small ticket stand he’s set up at the entrance. He can’t help it though, his own bloody festival is about to start! The bard has never done an event before, and has made sure this one will be a success. Unless someone messes it up, which is likely possibility knowing the attendees. 

The fair goers start trickling in slowly, each forced to pay a fine at the entrance. Or else bad things will happen, as Oli vaguely threatens. And maybe also threatens a random pig or too to get his point across even further, and subsequently get his money. He lights up when the Sheriff arrives, False trailing just behind them. He noticeably does not threaten the Sheriff upon his entrance, and sweet talks the money out of him. False, (who he hadn’t threatened either. Mostly because he was scared of her,) just gives the two of them a knowing look as she walks into the rest of the fair grounds.

After all the guests have arrived and paid their diamonds (ones he would be paying back to fWhip within the next few days, because he was always pestering him about that debt,) Oli decides it’s finally time to explore the festival grounds, and see what all his friends have set up. Through, despite all the nicely designed and somewhat interesting stands and shops that have been set up, it’s the most plain one that catches his eye.

“What’s this over here then?” Oli says, spotting a wooden both. It had popped up without him noticing, like a lot of the stands on fair grounds had. This one is smaller than the other ones though, and probably the smallest one by far. It’s a simple thing, four walls with a entrance door hidden in the back and a lobe lectern placed inside, the book atop it already opened to a page; as well as a window at the front for customers. The gold star symbol above said window tips Oli off to who’s stand this might be as soon as he sees it. 

“Oli!” Jimmy’s voice rings out excitedly, and his head pops out of the window. He beckons the bard over with a smile, and Oli knows he can’t help but see what's happening here, even if every other booth looked a million times more interesting. Not when Jimmy was calling to him like that. “This is the compliment stand! Where you leave a nice note about the Sheriff!”

“Is it now?” He says, suddenly understanding what the lectern and only the lectern was inside the stand with his Sheriff friend. And also having an idea for what kind of compliment he wanted to give. Though it was probably different than whatever Jimmy had initially made the booth for. “Well, allow me to leave one then!”

“Great! Here’s a piece of-”

He cuts Jimmy off, leaving the poor Sheriff looking rather befuddled; paper still clutched in his hands. Oli can’t help but smirk as he speaks, giving a quick glance to make sure no one else was around. He didn’t want anyone walking on their very personal moment that was about to happen, and was sure his friend wouldn’t like that much either.“Oh I won’t be needing paper for this compliment, dearest Sheriff.”

“Wha-”

Cutting him off for a second time, Oli leans over the stand’s counter, grabs the Sheriff’s face in his hands, and presses a quick kiss right onto his lips. It’s nothing more than a small peck, but it makes his whole being feel alive like it never has before. Jimmy doesn’t kiss him back till the very end, when Oil needs to pull away. But the attempt to reassure Oli that his advances weren’t unwanted, and that he hadn’t just ruined everything good they had going.

“Well Sheriff, I’ll be seeing you at the concert later!” He says, pulling away quicker than intended. He also runs off quicker than intended, too flustered by his own flirting to do anything else. He just leaves Jimmy standing at his booth, dumbfounded and red faced; the unused slip of paper still clutched in his hand. And if anyone asks either emperor why they’re so flushed, and blushing and smiling throughout the whole festival, both will deny anything ever happened. That kiss, that moment, was there and there’s alone to share.

Later that afternoon, Jimmy comes to see the dragon egg. He listens to Oli’s songs, doesn’t say anything about the very personal decorations lining his tent thingy, and compliments his attraction when everyone else leaves. He looks at the bard like he’s made of silver and gold, like he’s something valuable. He’ll even give him more compliments after the festival, even after the rift incident, and tells him he had a lovely concert for them all.

Oli knows he can’t be blamed, when after everyone has left the festival and the sun is starting to set, he pulls Jimmy inside that handmade crystal cave on the fairgrounds, and kisses him for the second time ever. The Sheriff kisses him back, and Oli knows he never wants to leave this man. Not ever, ever again.

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They kiss again behind the saloons bar on a Tuesday evening, illuminated by the low lighting of the bar and nothing else. The bard thinks he’s in heaven when it happens, just as he did the last two times he’s kissed Jimmy. He can barely believe he’s kissing him a third time when that happens, even after everything and all the progress they have made. The blonde feels like the luckiest man in the whole wide world.

The bar is closed when it happens, and it’s only the two of them standing behind it. Oli can barely remember how they got there, just that they had been teasing each other. Maybe with more than a few drinks in their systems, to up the flirting just a little bit. And yes, the blonde did get his fruity cocktail this time, thank you for asking.

Suddenly, in between laughs, their faces are closer than they’ve been since that fateful festival booth, and the bard knows he has to take this chance. He has to take this chance, because he’s probably never going to get it again, with how the world likes to fuck him over. So, when both their slightly drunken laughters calm down, Oli leans in as a little tease. Jimmy takes it as a challenge, like he takes everything as. He steadies them both with a hand on the bard’s waist, and fiddles with the loose fabric under his fingers. The blonde just feels his breath hitch, and moves so their faces are practically touching. To make his intentions more clear than they already had been.

Oli closes his eyes, figuring it'll be less awkward if he does that. He isn't sure what Jimmy’s doing, not until he feels a gentle hand, the one not on his waist, reaching up to hold his jaw. The Sheriff's hold is nice and warm, and Oli is like a moth to a flame. He leans into it before he even knows what he's doing, and feels Jimmy’s heartbeat skip a little afterwards. Whoops. 

They stay like that for a moment, before Jimmy tentatively presses their lips together. He seems rather unsure about it, like this might be unwanted, until Oil presses back rather insistently. (This is very clearly a wanted advance, for christ's sake, he'd been teasing the Sheriff for weeks! They’d kissed twice already! This man is so stupid sometimes, and it’s way more endearing than it should be!)

It is….a very hesitant kiss, despite their past ones, but the Sheriff's lips are soft and warm against his own. Warm, like everything else about him. Warm like the mesa he lives in, and soft like the way he holds the bard. He feels alive again, and never wants this to end. Not ever in a million years would he want kissing Jimmy to end.

But they have to move back eventually, the need for air outwinning every other thought in Oli’s head. He gasps to catch his breath, and gasps again when Jimmy leans in for another one. Finally! This man gets the hint! The bard kisses him back happily, and doesn’t mind when they kiss a few more times after it, again and again and again, until people get too close to their little hiding place. Only then do the two of them separate, laughing quietly once more, and stumble back to the Sheriff’s house, far past each of their bedtimes.

It is the best night of Oli's life. He wishes he could relive it over and over again, and tries too for months and months afterward. The universe does not want him too, and he stops relieving it far quicker than he ever would have wanted too.

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The last time Oil stops by Tumble Town, the place is in complete and utter disrepair. He stares at the rundown buildings in a worried sort of curiosity, wondering how they would’ve gotten in such a state. Jimmy is normally very good at keeping the place tidy! Though, he hasn’t stopped by in several months, the patrons in Chromia being a lot more generous with their gold, so it’s possible all this decay was gradual. Which is a lot more worrying than it all being recent. 

He sees something as he walks through the eerily silent town, something blue and mossy clinging to one of the fading buildings, and the bard immediately stiffens. The signature signs of the fae are here, right in the middle of the mesa. And that can’t be anything good, not in the slightest. So he quickened his pace, worried out of his mind about what could’ve befallen his favorite Sheriff.

Oli finds Jimmy by his house, clearly loading bags onto a horse's back. His personal horse, Bullseye. So he’s going somewhere, presumably for a long period of time. And with all the abandoned buildings, the empty town, the general lack of life and the bloody fae hanging around, it’s not hard to figure out that the Sheriff is abandoning his home. Jimmy is leaving the place he;d built from scratch, where he’d made all these memories with the bard, and Oli can barely believe it’s happening.

“Jimmy!” He yells out, doing so without even thinking. He has no idea what he would even say after that, and half hopes the Sheriff did not hear him. He absolutely did. They are not anymore than ten feet apart. Oli has successfully snuck up on a fleeing man.

“Oli!” The Sheriff whips his head around, panic clear in his tone. He obviously hadn’t been expecting to see Oli before he left, if the newfound fear in his eyes said anything. Like leaving him without any fucking warning was an okay thing to do. “It’s not what it looks like-”

“You're gonna leave, aren't you?” Oli says, arms dropping limply to his side. He doesn’t know what else to do with them, for once, except just let them fall. The action seems to upset the Sheriff for a moment, a small frown crossing his face. Good, let him be upset. The dirty deserter…leaving like this…

Jimmy says nothing in response, he doesn’t even meet his bard's gaze for a last time. The Sheriff just turns his back on his lover, and stares blankly at the wooden walls of his house. Oli can’t even muster a snarky response out like he wants too, emotions gathering in his throat. Because he’s losing Jimmy. He’s losing Jimmy again and he knows there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Again. He’s losing Jimmy again .

The Old Sheriff calls from somewhere, and Jimmy turns his head to where the noise came from. The old man needs help with something, it seems, and has unknowingly provided the Sheriff an escape from this situation. The bastard. Oli is almost grateful for the distraction, because he doesn’t know where else this conversation was going. It wasn’t anywhere good, that’s for certain. And he doesn’t wanna be another fWhip.

“I have to go, Oli.” Jimmy says, giving the bard one last hopeful glance. Like he hadn’t been trying to leave without telling him. Because apparently all those kisses and what not meant that much to him. He looks at him like he has anything to be hopeful about. Like he isn’t shattering a man’s whole world as they speak. “See you later?”

“You won’t, because you’re leaving.” Oli spits, and promptly turns tail and runs. Jimmy doesn’t even call after him, just stares sadly. He looked like he wanted to kiss Oli, before the latter had run away. The bard doesn’t know if that would’ve made that hurt more, or have made it hurt so much less. He’s glad he didn’t stick around to find out.

And that is the last damn time he ever sees the love of his life.

_____________________________

Right before he leaves, the Sheriff gets invited to a funeral. He gets invited to Oli’s funeral. His friend had died suddenly, seemingly jumping off a roof. Or maybe falling, but all the people who had seen said it looked like he jumped. When Jimmy gets the invitation, he stares at it blankly for a minute, and then tears it up in grief. He didn’t even get the chance to see where the ceremony was, and has to figure it out when he arrives at the Olipeligo two days later.

The remains of the paper go right in the trash, along with that stupid letter fWhip had sent. One about trying to make up or whatever. That trash is then thrown to the fae, so the three things ruining the Sheriff’s life can all be in one place. He barely cares that it makes the blue substance spread across his mesa more. He’s leaving right after the funeral anyways, and never coming back to this dumb empire he’d made ever again.

Pix is there when he arrives, and is the only other emperor to be. Eddie from sanctuary is there too, the fling Oli had in his first few months of being here. They hadn’t been involved in months, but it seemed the rabbit man still cared enough to show up. There are a few more rabbit people, who all probably came with Eddie, and a few people from wherever who had liked the bard’s singing. It is a small funeral. Jimmy hangs in the back the whole time, cowboy hat hiding his face. He doesn’t give a eulogy. He doesn't think he could speak if he tried.

The cherry petals fall around them as the processions come to a close, the staple petals of this lovely beachside empire. Pix gives him a comforting pat on the shoulder as everyone leaves, and Jimmy barely even acknowledges he did it. The Sheriff is too busy staring off at the ocean, and trying not to cry. The man he loved the most is dead, and it is only fueling his desire to run away more and more.

(Unbeknownst to him, a boat is sailing its way upstream, towards where the festival grounds lay. Oli is leaving, because he knows this world is not for him. His death was faked, and he hadn’t stayed around to watch the funeral like he had wanted. Besides, possibly seeing Jimmy again would just make it harder to go. So he rows away quietly, and ignores that pain in his chest as he does. [He wishes he had kissed his love one last time..])

Jimmy leaves the Olipeligo before the sun sets fully, and meets the Old Sheriff on the outskirts of the mesa. He’s surprised the old man actually showed up, and he didn’t have to drag him out of the old, run down bar or something. But he’s here on time, horse and supplies in tow, and that’s all that matters.

The Sheriff sets off into the distance with his companion, never to see these lands again, and aching for the person they had taken from him. For the part of his soul he is never going to get back. He wishes he had never settled here. He wishes Tumble Town had been built elsewhere. Maybe then he wouldn’t be running. Maybe then Oli would still be by his side.

[nyoaeuikhoudu]

do you ever do dramatic pieces? if so i'd love to see some dramatic lab rats in your style. Maybe someone got hurt?

Imagine looking in the mirror and seeing your abuser.

poor Oli :( someone get this man a hug

When the boys touched the Arcturion, Oliver was closer to the blast. That's why he got more powers than Kaz, and was effected by the Arcturion more. He got really sick, nearly dying, and his hair turned white.

There's a reason he dyes his hair back natural...

[skepticalarrie]

take this as a grain of salt as you will, Saw Louis and Oli surfing here in Italy recently, Louis seems very happy and still has a thick beard on him. Kind of shocked that he still knows how to surf. HE IS TAN AS FUCK like literally. He's wearing his white England shorts when we saw him at the beach.

Well, I wouldn’t have guessed it 😂😂 He was apparently in England still just a couple of days ago, but I imagine he would be heading to Italy pretty soon. But what I’m most interested to know is how did you survive the thick beard (‼️) and the surfing situation, I mean 🥵

[hel-phoenyx]

Letter

"... So. Is he okay with it ?"

"Why didn't you ask Skuld for the whole talking to crows shit. Or Oli."

"Oli is flying at the moment and Skuld is in the hold and I promised to not go there unannounced. So ?"

"... He says he will take your letter at the condition you offer him a drink from one of your bottles when he's back."

".... Pfffff. Alright. Fine. But not a word to Skuld about the price, you damn crow."

"My, you really need that letter to be sent, do you ?"

***

She was walking through her homeland, so close yet so far, when the bird flew towards her.

A big one, feathers black as obsidian, beak clicking in annoyance. On its dark plumage the white of the paper shines even brighter, even clearer when she detachs the letter from its claw.

She saw that crow countless times, even in a short amount of days. Flying over the deck, croaking to a woman her people once thought unapprochable, sometimes nesting next to the rukkorn that never stopped smiling. It was the reason she felt no surprise when she recognized the handwriting. Still a bit messy, yet it was that exact wat to write h and e.

One pat and a few seeds for the bird and she opened the letter.

Thanking from the bottom of her heart her latest captain for taking the time to teach her to read.

Brynja dearest, reads the paper,

I hope you reached the homeland safely, or are in the way without any trouble. I trust in your ability to defend yourself, but I still feel uneasy, knowing you alone on the road without a voice to scream or call for help.

However, I know coming back was not an easy decision for you and I am glad this is what you chose. I am not going to be home soon, I fear. We are still far from our goal, or Kaizarz's, anyway. The day I am writing you those words, it's been a month and a half since we took each our own paths, and we are to arrive at Xofu-Nandong in a few days, after a little stop in Paxaikon. I have many adventures to tell you. Many of them would be so much better heard in person. I hope I will soon have the opportunity to relate everything to you face-to-face.

In the meantime, this letter will do. I'll just say I realised a lot of things about myself, during those weeks. It is a strange feeling, to allow myself to be happy. I still hear their sneering voices, sometimes, even if yours never joins in anymore ; I hope I can ask you if you want me happy.

The truth is, I have found myself in quite the predicament. Having realised some time ago my heart belongs to multiple people, you included, I tried to explore the feeling. It is more complicated with some people than with others, I have to say.

I suppose you know of my feelings for my king. Looking back, I haven't been exactly slick in hiding them, except from myself. Some of Thorfinn's jokes hit a little to close from home, even though I can only remember them, now. I hope you don't resent me for this, even though we both know you saw a future with more than us two.

I suppose you can imagine my anguish when I realised I also fell in love with my king's fiancee. Yes, the Norn herself. Aarni would have laughed quite a lot, I think. My situation regarding feelings at the moment is complicated, and I don't wanna use this letter to solely complain, especially since we are so, so far away ; I just thought it was the right thing to do to warn you.

There is also so many people I grew fond of. You know how well I can identify my feelings, I don't know what is what anymore, but days passing always give me more insight and what I can conclude is terrifying.

I don't know what to do. I just know it is getting harder and harder to ignore all of this. Loyalty can only bring you so far, when it is out of guilt and challenged with every people I care about telling me I need to start living for myself. I also want to live, since my king doesn't need to hold on my life I have gifted him so long ago.

Rest assured than my feelings towards you haven't changed a bit. You have and always will hold a special place in my heart, forever and ever until the day we die.

I can't wait to see you home. We will have a lot to talk about, to think about, too, and I am certain the rest of the journey will add to the pile. I will tell you about everything I've seen, and maybe you can tell me about all what you witnessed, during those years we thought the other dead. We have so much to catch on.

I miss you dearly.

Get home safe and sound,

Tyr

PS : When you're at Alfsjland, seek Kriss. She lives at the castle now. With Kaizarz out, she will do as an ally to help you settle.

[soupedepates]

Tyr belongs to @hel-phoenyx

Leonova belongs to @noa-de-cajou

Oli belongs to @thal-ent

Meili belongs to @azeler

Kaizarz and Sigi belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author

I spent some time during the holiday period at the hospital - to see my little brothers beating all odds. Those kids just can't die. Like, alright, Egill's good for chemo due to skin cancer, doesn't help to have xeroderma pigmentosum, and... welp, doctors can't figure out what is wrong about Sigsteinn. They are talking about Lou Gehrig disease now. It's just the seventh diagnosis of a terminal disease my baby brother got, so he is kinda chill about it.

And Egill would outlive me just to have the last word.

Oh, and I met Qamar here. We had a great time. I love my sister, you know. She is beauty, grace, brains... Everything I am not. She's going to get married, in May I think. The planification is taking a long time. Of course she asked: "So you're getting freaky with the mayor's son? Does he know you're..."

She made that gesture before her face.

"Because the mayor Warsowar isn't the most minority friendly man on Earth, you know."

"Come on, Sigi isn't like that. Like, at all. And that's not just because I'm the most white-passing of the bunch. He is just... so kind. And wonderful. And..."

"She is still head over heels for Kaizarz, Oli, and Tyr, Qamar", Egill smiled snarkily. "There's just a new guy in her heart. It's a very big heart for such a small brain."

"Go back to dying", I replied.

"On it, boss", he giggled.

But when I was not getting bullied nor worried about my baby siblings, I was pretty preoccupied by preparing a huge Christmas feast for the gang. And I invited Meili. For... I don't know, old time's sake. Big stuffed turkey, with everything I could imagine as side dishes. Oli helped me hang the custom tinsel with "Halal Christmas" written on it. She chose the most ridiculous plant to be our Christmas tree and decorated it herself.

Tyr brought the good and expensive champaign, as expected, and Kaizarz brought his adorable face I just wanted to kiss all dinner long.

And Meili brought three bottles of wine. Which is very much appreciated.

We drank a lot. We laughed a lot. And fuck, so much leftovers. Perhaps because we started talking about politics and, because I was too drunk to be offended, I just said "Yeeeees, wallah, too much Arabs yeaaah, ya'Allah please be Le Pen in 2027 for the good Frrrrrench". To which Oli answered: "Inch'Allah".

And me, the Lebanese, and Oli, the visibly brown kid, had had the delicious pleasure to see confusion among our friends after that speech. Meili lost his fork due to it.

And then we drank again.

The gifts were tasteful, as always. I gave scented condoms to Tyr, a dick-shaped pan to Meili, and a Miku body pillow to Kaizarz. For Oli, I found a dildo looking exactly like a tentacle.

I am a great friend.

Or not. But that was so fucking funny.

I also texted Leonova to wish her a merry Christmas (hoping you haven't broken up with your girlfriend again cuz right now my legs are closed).

Moving on to New Year's Eve.

The plan was, with Oli, to crash as many parties as we could. The queer bar I am working in? Check. Had a blast. We danced on the table. Meili and the alt-right? WE EVEN BROUGHT COUSCOUS! Tyr and Kaizarz? Checked. We played Smash Bros. With us inebriated, it was hilarious.

Then I said: "let's crash Sigi's party. He is at his dad's."

"The mayor? You sure about that?"

"Positive."

So we went to the City Hall, beer in hands.

It was closed.

"What do you mean the mayor doesn't live here."

"Domhildr. Have you. Have you heard yourself?"

"...Mayhaps????"

Oli swallowed whole her beer.

"So you don't know where your new guy's daddy lives."

"I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE??????"

They laughed and put their arms around my shoulder. It felt warm. And right. I hugged them just after I heard "let's go home".

We played Just Dance. We had a litte karaoke. And drank a lot. I baked cookies for Sigismund, for tomorrow.

We shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR" at midnight or so.

A hug.

A kiss.

Two kisses in his arms.

It felt safe.

Black out.

I wake up naked snuggled against Oli. Also naked.

Wallah?????

She sleeps tight. And I don't feel bad. Not at all. Just. Confused. I sit in my bed, thinking about last night. It was soft. Tender. I liked it. It felt safe. It felt... fuck, I'm crying.

"Domi...? Wha..."

"Nothing. I'm..."

The only word coming is "happy?".

I pursue: "It's so weird. I never feel happy or just... just good after that. I feel happy." Which makes me sob even more. Oli comes to hug me really tight. In a warm embrace. They stroke my hair while rocking me slowly, until I calm down.

"Thank you so much for..."

Making me feel safe.

Making me feel wanted.

Making me feel... loved?

I don't even think I am disgusting, cradled in her arms. That's. That's so strange...

"Thank you."

And I ask: "I have to do something this morning. But before I leave... can I kiss you?"

"Of course", Oli smiles.

This is an all at sea Domhildr wobbling on her legs who's going to the police station, with the ugliest cookies in the world on a box. They were better when I was wasted.

I pass the door. Ask for Sigismund Warsowar. People start to know me at the station soooooo they don't even ask to see my ID anymore.

My Knight in shining armour arrives, as hangover as I am I suspect, but he gathers the strength to give me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

"Hi Domhildr, I wasn't expecting you today. Did you have a good New Year's Eve?"

I smell worry in his voice.

"I had sooooo much fun. With Oli, you know who she is we live together, we tried to crash as many parties as possible! We tried to crash yours but I really thought your father lived at the city Hall and... DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT I KNOW I'M NOT VERY SMART!"

He can't help but chuckles.

"Anyways due to that splendid failure we went home and I baked those cookies and... " I can feel my cheeks burn. "And we had a blast! So anyways, here's my little treat for you cuz you definitely need more flesh on those bones. Happy New Year Sigi!"

He has the most adorable giggle I've ever heard.

"You're really a piece of work, Domhildr", he smiles with what I hope is tenderness.

[bathorybitch666]

imagine making love with James Phelps

I sneak into the crowd to see the two Weasley brothers, but what shocks me is that I see them in their natural style. No red hair with their wizarding style like in the movies. My best friend Leati takes my hand and leads us right in front of the scene where the two brothers are talking with the journalist. James turns his gaze towards us and looks at me insistently and a really cute smile appears on his lips.

- James is looking at you and I think he's got an eye for you.

- Not at all.

The interview finally ends when a hand lands on my shoulder.

- Excuse me ladies, but can I buy you a drink?

Leati smiles and accepts without letting me say anything. We follow him to a table and chat while drinking our drinks.

- Forgive me, but I have a date.

Leati says, looking at her watch and winking at me. She greets James and whispers in my ear that it's going to be okay.

- Remind me to kill you.

I tell her back in her ear. She kisses me on the cheek and leaves.

- Don't worry, I don't bite you know.

I laugh and erase my stress by discussing something other than his movies that he must have heard a million times. Around 6pm, James offers to accompany me home.

- And your brother?, aren't you going to join him?.

- Oli is a big boy. He doesn't need me and I sent him a message to tell him not to wait for me.

I open the door and invite him in.

- It's very pretty at your place.

He says as he goes to sit on the couch. He looks at a picture of me with another guy.

- Your guy I guess?.

He says grimacing. I start laughing and take the picture from his hands.

- No he's the singer of dimmu borgir a black metal band.

He seems relieved when he gets up and pulls me against him while looking me straight in the eyes. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and brings his face closer to mine so he can kiss me.

James, what are you doing, you're married.

- You should never believe what the internet says. I'm not married and I don't have a girlfriend.

He lifts me up in his arms and kisses me languorously. I feel his hands on my waist just after he puts me in his bed. I feel his fingers between my thighs as I remove his white shirt leaving his tie around his neck. We are naked and I sit astride him moaning in pleasure as I feel his member inside me. His hands caress my breasts and go down to my kidneys and rest on my buttocks. We kiss as I see him bite his lip and move his hips more and more.

- My beauty, I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming.

I moan louder and louder as I feel my orgasm coming.

I collapse in his arms when I feel his lips against mine.

I like you since I laid eyes on you earlier my sweet.

I tell him that I love him too and we fall asleep in each other's arms with smiles on our faces.

[imagineabuttercream]

Oli White's Secret

Everyone on tumblr knows that certain celebrities make anonymous tumblr accounts for personal use and to occasionally stalk their fans...and if you didn't know that already, you were about to find out.

You - Could my customers be any ruder?!?

You had finally finished your shift and gotten home from work and tumblr messaged the one person you were always looking forward to talking to. Working as a Barista in a coffee shop should be a job where you get to make people's days better, but you usually just ended up getting yelled at by uncaffeinated grumpy people.

Them (Oli) - Aww, I wish I was there to make your day better.

You - Don't worry, you always make my day better. Even though we live like 8 time zones apart.

Them (Oli) - Glad to hear it. I'd ask you about your day, but I'm assuming that wouldn't help your mood, lol.

You - Haha, you'd be correct. Though, it is Monday so I get to YouTube binge for a bit. I think Jack's new video has Oli and James in it and Oli has a video with Jack and Conor in it!! Double Oli videos today!

Them (Oli) -Go ahead, attend to your fangirling. I'm going to hop in the shower. I should be back by the time you're finished stalking British youtubers.

You - I feel so attacked. It's not like I'm you and actually live in the same city as them! Haha, I have to get my fix from afar!

Them (Oli) -Don't worry. I'm not judging your for your addiction. Enjoy your videos.

Oli didn't start his personal tumblr to stalk fans. The opposite, actually. He liked having a personal page where he followed blogs about writing and blogs about his favorite movies and bands. He wanted a space where he could be himself without actually being himself. He had found your tumblr because you often answered anon's asking for advice. It was more than half of what you posted. Oli had read through over 200 of the asks/replies on your page and had kind of instantly fallen in love with you. You were kind and smart and encouraging and so he messaged you telling you that he loved your page. You guys actually hit it off and now you talk almost every day.

You - I know I say this every time they're in a video together, but Oli and James have the cutest relationship. You - Like, he's going to make a great dad. You - I just know it. You - OMG hurry up! I'm out of videos!

Them (Oli)- You're obsessed.

You - Finally! You - And no I'm not! Youtube is my escape from my normal boring life.

Them (Oli) - I'm pretty sure you're obsessed.Them (Oli) - Plus, you aren't boring. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.

You - Actually, you are too. You - I'm so used to having people come to me for advice that I didn't really have anyone to go to before I met you.

Them (Oli) - Well I'm honored. I can only hope that my advice is half as good as yours.

Like most nights, you talked for about an hour. It was getting quite late in London, but Oli usually stayed up to talk. It had been almost a year since you guys became such close friends, but it had been almost 4 months since you had told him about your obsession with British youtuber Oli White and he had figured out that he now had a huge secret.

Them (Oli) - I think I'm going to fall asleep soon, love. I have to get up early tomorrow.

You - Of course, sorry I kept you up so late. You - OMG I almost forgot! I won tickets to Summer in The City and I think I have enough miles built up to buy a flight! You - Are you going??

Oli sat on his bed completely speechless. What was he going to do? He would have to lie and say he couldn't go or fess up and tell you that he was, in fact, the person you were hoping to meet.

Them (Oli) - I'm pretty sure I'm going.

You - You mean we might actually get to meet!?

Deciding he couldn't lie, he vowed to find a way to tell you soon.

Them (Oli) - Yes! I can't wait, actually. I hope I don't disappoint you. It's always weird meeting people you've never actually seen in person.

You - There's no way I'll be disappointed. I can't wait. Now get some sleep, buddy. <3 Talk to you tomorrow!

Them (Oli) - <3 Later, love.

It was worth the money, even if your miles didn't cover your plane ticket. You decided to book your flight and hotel room tonight. Confirming that both were good to go, you clicked back over to tumblr.

*Tumblr post* SUMMER IN THE CITY

Hey people, Y/n here! I have good news! *insert drum roll* I won tickets to Summer in The City! I cannot wait to visit London and meet a few youtubers. I know a few of you guys are going too, so make sure to message me so we can meet up! In case you guys are going to be there and want to find me, I'm adding a picture to the bottom of this post :) Don't judge me for my lack of make-up, I got home from work and got as comfy as possible. *post end*

Oli woke up the next morning and like most people, immediately checked social media. Nothing caught his attention until he opened tumblr and saw that you had actually posted a picture of yourself. Something you had never done before. And he couldn't believe the completely anonymous person he had fallen in love with was so beautiful. He was both excited and terrified at the same time. How was he going to tell you who he actually was?

He decided to send you an anonymous ask, asking for advice. You were who he went to for advice, so why not?

He waited all day for your response, checking his phone whenever he could get a second.

Anon : Hello, lovely. I am in a bit of a predicament. I am in love. I know the person I love at least likes me because she's told me that she does. I know, I know...what a problem to have. Here's the thing...She doesn't know I'm actually me. We met online, but I'm afraid that if she finds out that I've hidden this from her...Well I'm afraid she'll be mad and that she won't forgive me. I don't know what to do. Being able to actually be with her is worth the risk that she'll be mad, but thinking about losing her friendship because I messed up is killing me. This probably didn't make any sense. Hope you can help.

You had read this over and over. Words of encouragement usually came to you with no effort, but this one had you stuck.

You : Dear anon, This one is quite a doozy, isnt it?I always respond from the heart, so this will be no different. If I were you, I would prepare for them to be upset. Trust is a big deal and I think it would be totally understandable for them to be upset. On the other hand, if you already know they like you, then take the risk. Love is worth the risk. I'm sorry I haven't been much help. I wish you all the best. <3

Oli sat there reading your response over and over again. He was out to lunch with Joe and it was obvious he was distracted.

"Mate, what has you so upset?" Joe asked, concerned for his friend.

"It's nothing. " Oli replied, putting his phone down. "Gotta love girl problems."

"Oi, you've got girl problems? Share, buddy." Joe teased Oli.

Oli hesitated. "No, it's fine." He tried to act normal hoping Joe would stop asking, but when he looked up he was met with Joe's stare and raised eyebrows. "Fine. Dammit. I've been talking to a girl online but she doesn't know she's talking to me. We've been friends on tumblr for a year and I know that she likes Oli, she just doesnt know Oli is me. I'm pathetic and I messed up and now she's coming to SITC and she wants to meet me, but she also wants to meet Oli and I don't know what to do. I'm going to lose a great friend and miss out on love all in one fell swoop." Oli let his head fall.

"Damn." was all Joe said.

"Really? That's all you have to offer?" Oli asked, annoyed. "I bloody spill my guts and I get a 'damn.'"

"Hold on, you Randy. I'm just taking it all in. Don't lose your trousers." Joe reassured Oli. "What do you plan on doing?"

"I have to tell her. I just don't know if I do it online or when she's here." He replied.

"Mate, if you spring this on her when she's here she's going to flip. You have to tell her Asap. Give her time to process." Joe urged.

"I know, I know. I'll catch you later, buddy. I've got to try to fix this." Oli started walking back to his flat.

He sat there for over an hour trying to perfect his message.

Them (Oli) - I'm going to start this message with the words I love you and I'm sorry. I feel like I've broken your trust and I will do anything to make it right. My name is Oli White, I have a little brother named James, I have a few youtube channels, and I started this tumblr account to get away from being Oli White. I met you here on tumblr and I couldn't have been happier. It wasn't until a few months ago that I even knew you knew who Oli White was. I should have fessed up right then and there, but I was afraid I'd lose you as a friend and I didn't want to risk it. I don't even know how to start making this up to you. I want you to come to Summer in The City and I want to meet you because you've become one of my best friends and I'm pretty sure I've fallen completely in love with you. Please, please believe that I never meant to deceive you. I really hope you still come.

You sat staring at your computer screen, not knowing what to believe. If your friend was pranking you and actually thought this was funny, they weren't who you thought they were. If this really was Oli White and he let you fangirl to him about himself, you didn't know if you could ever face him. You didn't know if you were more angry or embarrassed.

You were leaving for SITC in two days and decided not to reply to the message at all. He knew what you looked like and he knew your name. If Oli or whoever you had become friends with wanted to talk to you, they could do it in person.

Oli was over at Joe's house helping him prepare for SITC and Joe could tell that he was still moping around. "Mate, she still hasn't replied?" He asked in a sympathetic voice.

"Nope. Not a single message. The only posts on her page are her responses to anons. She even deleted the one I sent. I really hope she's still coming. I have to be able to make it up to her." Oli replied.

"If she doesn't show up at your meet and greet, you should maybe plan a little speech or something for your panel. I've read some of the messages. She's either embarrassed or she doesn't believe you." Joe said.

"Yeah, I guess. I just wish I had told her right away." Oli sounded defeated.

You had stayed off of tumblr, for the most part, but you had noticed that Oli had tweeted multiple tweets sounding bummed out.*Why does your heart make you do stupid things?**Hey guys, no new video today. I'll make sure to post something soon.**Does anyone really want me to vlog SITC?* He just sounded very....not Oli. You wondered if it really was him that you had been talking to. Were you the reason Oli was in a funk?

Having just checked into your hotel, you pulled up your tumblr posting an update to your followers.

*TUMBLR POST* I'M HERE!

Hey guys, I MADE IT!!!

I'm heading straight out to mingle with everyone, so if anyone wants to meet up I'll be wearing the below outfit. Don't be shy! I can't wait to make friends. *END POST*

Oli saw your post and cheered, scaring everyone in the room with him. "YES! SHE CAME!"

"That's what she said." Jack joked, giving Oli a weird look.

"Wait, her? Like, HER her?" Joe asked.

"Indeed. Maybe I can win her back. " Oli replied, smiling for the first time in a few days.

You didn't go to Oli White's meet and greet. You couldn't get over being embarrassed every time you thought about everything you had messaged your online friend. You decided you could still hide in the audience for his panel, though.

"Everybody welcome Oli White to the stage!" the host announced.

"Hey guys! It's nice to see you all." Oli grabbed a mic and spoke, sitting down on the couch on stage.

"And we're glad to see you, Oli. How are you?" The host kept the interview going, occasionally bringing other youtubers on stage for games and challenges.

His interview was coming to an end and you felt really dumb. Oli seemed fine. Whoever you had been talking to online must have pranked you. It obviously wasn't Oli. You were even more upset that you had skipped his meet and greet.

"Anything else you want to add before we say goodbye?" The host asked Oli.

Oli's whole demeanor changed. He all of a sudden looked very nervous. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Actually, yes. I, umm. I have a confession."

"Oooh, spill." the host encouraged.

Oli stood and adjusted his clothes nervously. "Last year I met a wonderful person online. They were smart and witty and funny and kind and, um...Oh, god. I'm shaking. They basically became one of my best friends. I never told them who I was until about a week ago and I know that she's upset that I kind of lied. I didn't mean to be dishonest, I just didn't know how to tell her. I know that she's here this weekend and I hope that she's here in this room. Y/n, are you here?" the audience audibly gasped and started looking around for someone to stand up or reply.

You were shocked. You couldn't process what was happening. With eyes wide and your hand over your mouth, you slowly rose to your feet. Everyone's eyes were on you, when you heard the host speak.

"Is that your girl?" The host asked Oli.

Oli had a huge grin on his face. "That's her. Can you come up here?" Oli asked. "Please?"

Dropping your bag in your seat, you made your way to the stage. Oli speaking as you walked.

"This beautiful girl has let me vent and complain and obsess and never once did she make me feel bad about it. She always encouraged me and was patient with me." You finally reached the stage and he grabbed your hand and faced you. "She is perfect and I pray to God she forgives me." Oli put the mic back in the mic stand so you two could speak without the audience hearing you.

"Please tell me I can make it up to you?" Oli begged.

"You silly boy. Why didn't you just tell me it was you?" you had tears trying to escape your eyes, but you also had a big smile on your face.

"I don't know, love. I was scared and I messed up. Do I get another chance?" he asked, wiping away a few tears that had made their way down your cheek.

"I think I could give you another chance." you laughed, remembering you were on stage in front of a few thousand people.

"Don't pay them any mind, love. One more question?" Oli asked, looking straight into your eyes.

"Only one, and then we can stop being awkward in front of strangers." you teased. "Can I kiss you?" he placed his hand on your cheek, his cheeks turning bright red.

"I think that would be okay." you replied.

The whole audience stayed silent, gasping as Oli leaned in and captured your lips. That is, until Joe Sugg and the boys cheered from the back of the room "Yeah, Oli! Woooo!" and then the entire room joined in cheering.

"I've never had a panel end quite like that." The host added, joining in on the cheering.

You and Oli made your way back stage. "I'm so glad you showed up." Oli told you.

"Me too." you replied, leaning up to kiss Oli again.

You couldn't wait to log back into your tumblr and tell the story of your SITC adventure.

[littleobelia]

Hellooooo!! I'm so curious about so many of your WIPs but cuddlefish is top of my list if you'd care to share about it!

Helloooooo <33 I do care to share about it, thank you for asking! Bander asked about that WIP as well so perhaps I'll share a little schnippet of what I have so far

its inspired by the mfasr music video!

The water churned as the net breached the surface and was swiftly winched into the air. Water sluiced off, crashing back into the sea. Straight away they could see it had been a dud catch. Scores of dogfish were pressed against the netting, their bulbous eyes bulging and mouths gaping. A couple of big white cod were jumbled in with them, and there towards the top what looked like –well that couldn’t be. Some sort of octopus? But it was huge, taking up a whole third of the net space. Must be some sort of squid with a huge fleshy mantle, but Louis couldn’t really see it properly half buried in the rest of the catch.

“The fuck’s that? Squid?” Oli said, frowning in confusion.

“Dunno, haul her in and let’s have a look,” Louis replied.

Working together, they pulled the net to hover over the left sorting bay, one of two broad troughs where they could sift through and quickly assess the haul. They opened the net and the caephalopod-thing plopped to the ground with a loud thud. Louis caught a glimpse of a human face before it was buried under a mountain of fish. “What the fuck…” he muttered. Had he imagined it?

Then the pile of fish began to shift and topple as the thing underneath shifted. A man’s torso emerged from the pile, two muscled arms rose and clutched at the sides of the trough. The torso had a head as well, of which they presently could only see the back, with dark hair and pale ears. Slowly the head swivelled on its neck and turned to face them. His face was alabaster white, with nary a freckle or blemish. His mouth was surrounded with auburn whiskers, and his eyes were green, so bright that Louis could see the colour from where he stood, transfixed and mouth agog. The expression on the man’s face morphed from dazed confusion to extreme fear in a matter of seconds. His mouth opened into a little circle of surprise and he let out a strange sound – a little squeak, like a startled mouse. Then, to Louis and Oli’s horror, the contents of the net began to fly everywhere as the man rose out of the trough and revealed not two standard human legs, but tentacles, <em>dozens</em> of reddish-pink tentacles, whipping around in a frenzy as they propelled him over the lip of his container and onto the deck of the boat.

“What the fuck!” Louis screamed, just as a flying sardine whacked him in the gob.

[fluesterscherben]

Wen Xu was mostly acting on orders when he burned the Cloud Recesses. Mostly. His father had not explicitly ordered him to burn the Jingshi, burn Madam Lan's (oh how it hurts to call her that, how it hurts that no one dares speak her name - maybe out of hatred, maybe indifference, how it hurts that the only alternative he has tastes like ash on his tounge - has become unspeakable from the day his father claimed him as his son.) prison.

But here he stands, surrounded by embers and licking flames and watches it turn to ash. Burning gentians, he finds, are beautiful. He does not know if that beauty comes from the sight itself or from the feeling he attaches to it, a soul deep sigh of endless relief.

(She has moved on long ago, glad to escape the confinement of her prison, her only lingering regret leaving her children behind, but he has not. He is still that same little boy who- her death did not free him.)

Someone screams behind him, a scream of anger and desperation and more on instinct than anything else he dodges the sword lunging for his back. Qingheng-zun stumbles past him, likely overwhelmed by his sword's unexpected velocity.

He does not look like the hero the ballads portray him as, nor like the monster Wen Xu had imagined from the tales his Zhuliu-shu had told him of their youth. He is not an enemy, not some misguided hero. Just an old man past his prime who desperately clings to a feeling he has convinced himself was love.

Somehow that realisation doesn't make the bitter hatred the man who has nothing left to call himself but Wen Xu has harboured since he was a small child inside the husk he calls his heart shrivel up or grow. It just stays there where it has always been. He almost wants to laugh. Qingheng-zun is just a person. Just a man.

The sword is swung towards Wen Xu again, unskilled and weak from twenty years of unmoving sollitude. He does not even bother to block it, only makes half a step to the side.

This time he does laugh.

The dark look of pure hatred and weak stab into thin air that greet him in return are quite amusing. Qingheng-zun has no reason to hate him. No, that man his brought this onto himself the moment he walked out of the Nightless City with a bride in his arms and left a five year old behind in a snake pit to either grow scales and fangs or fall victim to an angry dragon.

"I am", he says and smiles, the smile he knows is his mother's from the reaction his father has to it, shrewd and innocent all at once, as he dodges another blow, his sword still sheathed, "no more than a filial son."

The roar that earns him is fierce. The sword swings again, this time with more force. "That dog Wen Rouhan!", Qingheng-zun screams while the blade is still in the air. This time Wen Xu does draw his sword and block.

He swings in kind, draws blood as a silver Lan sword clatters to the ground. He kicks the blade away with his foot. He needs to say it now. He needs to say it now before he never does. "I never said I was being filial to my father, Sect Leader Lan."

"Madam Wen has no grievan-"

"And Madam Wen is not my mother. I am the oldest, but I am not his heir." I was lucky, he does not say.

He makes one step forward, brings his sword to Sect Leader Lan's neck. "My mother died an other man's wife."

Those eyes widen in horrified realisation and he can't help but feel a grim sense of satisfaction at that look. He presses the blade closer into the old man's flesh, deep enough to draw blood.

"You did this to yourself."

He flicks his wrist and slits one more throat in his short bloody life. He feels no satisfaction, no remorse.

In another life this would not have happened. In another life maybe- It does not matter.

In this lifetime he stands in white stained with red, stained himself, so completely soaked in blood that all he will ever be is scarlet red. (The oly way to purge himself is death, but his own hand trembles around the hilt of his sword.)

Later that day he sees that same hatred Qingheng-zun had for him in Lan Wangji's eyes and he knows down to his guilty bones that he was right in dismissing his wishful thinking.

Let them hate him. Let them, he deserves it.

Before he dies he whispers his secret into his executioner's ear. He does not want to die with it weighing him down.

"She was my mother first."

(In an other life children walk across the Lan Sect compound off in direction of their mother's house for their monthly visit.

"Hurry!", A'Zhan calls. It seems to be his favorite word as much as a four year old can have a favorite word. "Hurry!"

"Right, gege, hurry!", A'Huan chimes in. "I want to see A'Niang."

"Alright, alright!"

Lan Xu lets them drag him along under laughter, his plain white Sect ribbon fluttering behind him like a war banner in the wind.)

[waternilly]

No Tricks (George Weasley x OC) - Part 6

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 1.2k Warnings: None Ao3 link: here Summary: A tattoo shop opens across from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, immediately catching the eye of the youngest twin. The intriguing owner, though well-versed in the magical world, doesn’t quite belong to it herself. As they navigate their differences, their mutual curiosity blooms into something deeper. Harry Potter Masterlist

Oli was worth all the trouble.

At least, that was what George believed as he looked over at her, busy cutting asparagus next to him while he minced an onion. Turning his attention back to his task, George shifted to the other leg. The radio quietly played in the background as the wind traveled through the curtains, gently tickling his neck.

Laying the knife down, Oli sipped from her glass of white wine. She turned towards him, casually leaning her hip against the counter. 

“How did you learn to cook?”

George answered as he began mincing garlic: “Believe it or not, I own cookbooks.”

As if to prove it, he nodded towards the shelf atop his fridge. Oli opened it and was met with a collection of hardcovers, magazines and loose sheets of paper. She nodded, a corner of her mouth lifting, impressed.

“I figured that if I had to eat to survive, I might as well make the best of it.” He paused, then added: “After 20 years in the Burrow, it would have been hard to switch to industrial food anyway.”

This elicited a chuckle from Oli.

“How come you don’t cook?” he asked, wiping down the blade to detach the last pieces of garlic.

She shrugged.

“Never bothered to learn much. No one in my family was hung up on making home cooked meals, so I learned to be happy with little.”

They both sipped from their wine.

“My aunt was a crap cook, no matter how hard she tried.”

Putting his glass down, George said: “You mention her a lot.”

“My aunt?”

He nodded, now facing her. Oli only shrugged.

“She practically raised me.”

“How come?” George wondered, brows furrowed. “If I may ask, of course.”

“You may.”

She exhaled as she put her glass down onto the counter.

“My parents were too busy being important. They didn’t have much time for me.” With a small smile, she continued: “My aunt never had kids, but she adored me. She was the best parent I could’ve asked for.”

George thought for a moment.

“She was your Muggle aunt, right?”

“Yes, she was.”

“How did she handle your magic?” he wondered with a small smile, already imagining 9 year old Oli, unable to control her powers and accidentally setting the carpet on fire.

“It was quite okay actually.”

“Oh.”

“Very uneventful.”

He tried to hide his disappointment at the absence of a funny story.

“Maybe it’s because I was always very happy around her.”

George considered her response, twisting his lips.

“Perhaps…”

It could make sense. Magic in young children was caused by strong emotions, most often negative ones such as anger. He knew joy could also be a trigger, but usually it caused more discreet magic. Perhaps neither Oli nor her aunt had ever paid much attention to it or any other signs. 

Huffing, he decided that it did not matter and, putting his glass down, faced the stove. Igniting one of the fires, George threw a cube of butter in the pan and let it melt. He then added the onion, soon followed by the garlic.

“You never mentioned where you went to school,” he pointed out.

Looking up from his hands to meet his gaze, Oli furrowed her brows.

“In the Netherlands. Not that it matters.”

“Aren’t you from Ghent?”

“Yes, but there is no school of magic in Belgium.”

George looked away from the pan to meet her gaze, confused.

“Why?”

Oli smiled and shrugged: “I don’t know. Probably to do with the linguistic mess that are Flanders and Wallonia.”

“So Flemish kids go to the Netherlands?”

“And Wallon kids go to France,” Oli completed.

George then added the asparagus to the pan and stirred the vegetables together.

“What about you?”

Raising his brows, he shot her a glance.

“Where did you study?”

“I went to Hogwarts, in Scotland.”

“Ah, I love Scotland.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I backpacked to Edinburgh when I finished school. The Highlands are beautiful too.”

George smiled and met her gaze again.

“Have you ever been to Devon?”

Oli chuckled and motioned no.

“I’ll take you some time.” He caught himself speaking more gently: “If you’d like that of course.”

Thankfully, she agreed to the idea.

“What is there to see in Devon?”

George felt his breath catch in his throat. Her tone matched his, both playful and quiet.

“Oh well, there is the Burrow, of course.” He mentally cringed. Was that really the best he could come up with? “The sea isn’t far either, so if you enjoy hiking we could walk there. And we have a theme park!”

“Walking to the beach sounds fun.”

They exchanged a smile, but the moment ended when George had to refocus his attention on the stove.

He poured the risotto rice into the pan and brought the fire up. After a bit of stirring, he added the white wine while Oli filled up both of their glasses with what was left of the bottle. Despite remaining focused on the rice, George was also very aware of Oli’s presence next to him. He could feel her gaze fixed on his hands, while her silhouette piqued in the corner of his eye.

As he hoped that she would enjoy the risotto, he wondered if she would also like being over more often. Whether it was to cook or simply to chat would be for her to decide. And to him. Of course. Not that he was expecting anything else but cooking together that is…

George cleared his throat at the thought of sharing dinner with Oli every evening for the foreseeable future. It was a pleasant image, but perhaps one to better not linger on in her presence.

Slowly and while never tearing his eyes away from the stove, George added the broth, mixing until the rice had absorbed all of it before pouring more. Oli, he noticed from the corner of his eye, never moved away. She merely shuffled in place, leaning one way or another against the counter. George swore he could feel her eyes on him at all times, but he must have dreamed. She had that smartphone she had told him about. Surely there was something more interesting on it than him cooking rice.

As finishing touches, George cracked black pepper over the pan and sprinkled in the parmesan.

Finally turning back to her, he was surprised to find her already facing him. Oli looked expectantly, a small smile forming on the corner of her lips, no phone in sight.

“It’s ready,” he declared at last, causing Oli’s eyes to crinkle.

Once they were both seated, she hummed pleasantly as the scent of the risotto reached her.

“It smells amazing.”

“Thank you! Now let’s hope it tastes amazing too.”

Without further ceremony, Oli picked up her fork and declared: “Smakelijk!”

George chuckled.

“Bon appétit?” he answered hesitantly.

“Très bien!” she played along.

Both beaming, they dug their forks into the meal. The night was one of laughter and shared smiles. Oli spoke further of her aunt and how she had introduced her to the arts through frequent museum visits. He encouraged her to speak further, showing interest in her craft and asking about her start as a tattoo artist. Oli seemed flattered by the situation, eyes crinkling with happiness at the chance to speak more about herself for a change, and George could not ask for more.

[localplaguenurse]

What if we untramautised not-oncerler

I’m like trying to imagine what an “untraumatized” Jason would look like and that is a Whole Other Dude. An actually semi well adjusted character.

He’s probably doing the music thing still but he’s like... a Christian rock singer or something, like Skillet. And I do like Skillet btw they actually go pretty hard (my music taste is pretty much “edgy 2006 AMV and Shadow the Hedgrhog tribute music”). No drugs, no abusive ex, no self harm, that’s a completely different guy. Still a bit of a hot head but he gets it from his dad.

There’s a part of me who wants to say he probably never would have met or dated Oli. Part of me wants to say he has that white picket fence and a wife and 2.5 kids life but no. No not even well adjusted Christian rock Jason would care for that sort of life style. What I CAN see though is him meeting Oli by chance (Jason has family that live in the same town as Oli) and having a Sexuality Crisis over the 6ft tattooed goth prince.

You’ve given me something to ponder. I will consult the orb.