#request 1577

[lostdrarryfics]

hi !!! i'm looking for a fic on live journal, this was post war and draco goes to this cafe regularly and sits at a certain spot at the cafe. Until one day draco found harry sitting where he normally sat and began yelling at harry saying that he was entitled to that seat. Instead of fighting back harry invites him to sit back down. The fic was 40k words(?), title was in french, and had the word pain in it. -

We believe you are looking for Pour L'Amour de Pain by alexcaster, but it has been deleted. Sorry anon!

[lpsotd]

Excuse me can i request for my favorite LPS Chinchilla #1577 i love her

todays littlest pet shop of the day is ... chinchilla #1577 !! for you, anon !!

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

With the last breath

Word count: 1577

Warnings: depression, suicide attempt

Part II

At first, I'm sorry for my English. It isn't my native language, so there are mistakes and maybe it wouldn't give sense. Writing this was a real challenge and it showed me my (language) limits😅

For the first actual fanfiction I post here I'd say it's quite dark. I wrote it after fight with husband as kind of distraction. Well, it served its purpose.

Declaration: I write just for fun✌️

One day you were on a way to deliver some documents to Rhysand. He sent a request to the library to look for certain information he urgently needed and when everything he asked for was collected, Clotho asked you to deliver it to him. As the only person who from time to time didn't mind to go out, you had a good relationship him and knew all of the members of the inner circle. You often worked with them and helped them as you knew the library so well as the back of your hand.

Entering the River House you headed to his office. Clotho had sent him a notice of your visit early in the morning, so you knew where to look for him. As you approached the office door you could hear his voice and the voices of two other males. He was there together with his brothers standing around the table with maps and papers on it and discussing something important. You didn't want to disturb them, so you silently walked through the open door and set the documents on a small table right next to the door. Spymaster's eyes met yours for a second as he was the only one facing the door and he noticed the movement. Finding out it's you, as usually, he lost interest and returned to whatever they were looking at together. Rhys noticed his eyes went up and he also turned to you with a big, kind smile.

„Is that the information I asked for?“

„Yeah, it should be all. I checked it several times to make sure,“ you whispered silently, but he heard you.

„Would you mind to stay for lunch since you've come this far? It would be just three of us, Feyre and Elain,“ Rhys invited you.

Your eyes hastily darted to Azriel. His jaw slightly tightened, but you didn't miss that small move. „I'm afraid I need to return back..“ you tried to smile little.

„Are you already going back? Don't you need escort?“ Cassian turned to you too, offering help.

He and Rhys were kind to you and seemed to be happy to see you whenever you met them. Rhys always asked you to join a meal with his family and sometimes you'd accept it. On the other hand, Spymaster has never bothered to treat you with more than a short look or few casual phrases at the best. Even though he didn't seem to be really fond of you, he tended to sit next to you on a sofa or hold a seat for you next to him at the table. But it was a long time ago. Maybe he noticed you eyeing him with interest and that was the reason his behaviour changed over the years from 'I can tolerate you' to 'such a nuisance'. He personally didn't do nor say anything bad to you. But you could feel it from him somehow. You hadn't much of magic in your blood, but you was able to read any subtle signs and understand how people around you feel. That's the reason you stopped accepting invitations and tried to cross his path as little as possible. In the moments like this it was impossible to avoid meeting him and he seemed to be fine with it, paying you minimum attention. But as soon as somebody asked you to join them for a meal or evening, you could feel a slight discomfort from him. You tried to brush it away, but still it hurt.

When you met him for the first time you were afraid of him. As you got to know inner circle better, you learnt there's actually nothing scary about him and that deep down he is a very kind person. His silent, calm and caring nature appealed to you and before you noticed you fell in love with him. You couldn't help it even though you knew you don't have any chance. Masking it as best as you could, you decided to suffer in silence. You knew about his feeling toward Mor and when Archeron sisters entered your lives you noticed his shift of interest to Elain too. You weren't ugly, but there was no way you could compete with such beauties as the two of them. And you were well aware of that. That's why you've never tried to approach him and talk to him properly and after feeling a kind of discomfort from him in your presence, you tried to keep your distance and avoid him.

You excused yourself as fast as you could and turned around to leave. When you were sure that Rhys and Cass turned back to the table, you allowed yourself a single glance to him over your shoulder. His features were relaxed. He was so painfully beautiful that tears welled up in your eyes and the painful hole in your chest got little bigger.

After meeting him you needed some time to calm down and bury those feelings back so deep that nobody could notice them. You were walking around the city till you were sure you regained your peace. And just then you decided to head back to the library.

When you were climbing up the stairs you heard some muffled voices. You've never spied on other people, but this time you couldn't resist it and peaked to the hall to see who could it be. And there you saw them. Azriel stood with his back against the wall, Elain standing on her tiptoes with arms around his neck leaning into him. They started to kiss, slowly at first, but soon enough their passion took over. You couldn't stand it. Tears stinging your eyes once again, you left as silently as possible. When you were far from them and they couldn't hear you anymore, you run to your room as fast as you could. Closing the door you slid down to the ground unable to stifle your sobs. Knowing he has a thing for somebody else wasn't as painful as to actually see them together. It utterly broke your heart leaving you unable to breathe properly. Your life was pretty simple, you didn't have much. Your love for that male and a little faith you held were basically all you had left and the scene you witnessed totally crushed it all.

It took you hours until you calmed down enough to be able to stand up. You opened the door. You didn't know where to go, but you couldn't stand to be here anymore. Your legs took over the control, marching on their own. Suddenly you found yourself on one of the balconies heavily leaning on the railing. You slightly leaned over the edge looking down. The balcony was so high it made you nauseous. You pulled back to the safety. Spending most of the time in the library you've never gave much thoughts to heights at which you lived. You just occasionally had chance to stop and look out the window. Carefully you sat up on the railing back facing outwards. You tried to take deep breaths to calm down, to get through the pain and the shock. You tilted your head back watching floating clouds. As child you spent hours lying in the grass and watching clouds. It used to be so relaxing, but now you felt nothing, except emptiness. There was a bird flying high above you. You sighed. How beautiful it would be if you could fly. You'd took off flying far from this place, far from these people, far from him. What it must be like to feel so free and weightless. If you lean back little more, you could find out. It would be so nice to fly down, to never have to feel anything anymore. You knew you should be scared to even think about such things, but instead you felt numb.

 The bird was getting bigger as it flew closer. You closed eyes and leaned back more and more. Suddenly you felt so light, flying like that bird. Small smile formed on your lips and you stretched out arms like wings.

Azriel was flying back to the House of Wind when he noticed somebody leaning dangerously on the edge of railing on one of the highest balconies. It was strange, but he was tired so at first he didn't pay much attention to it. He looked away just for a moment and the person disappeared. His throat tightened. He immediately plunged headlong down, but he wasn't fast enough. The person was only few meters away from a certain death. He had to winnow. Stepping into shadows he reappeared few foots bellow the person stretching out arms to catch... HER! There was no doubt. It was Y/N. What happened? Why would she do something so horrible? What if he tries to catch her, but she slips through his hands and dies? He'd never been so scared in his entire life. If something were to happen to her, he'd never forgive himself. All sounds of the world disappeared, he could hear only own heart racing in his chest. It took just mere seconds, but it seemed to take forever. The moment her body collided with his, the time had stopped. He squeezed his eyes, muscles tensing, wings spreading to stop their fall.

When he finally dared to open his eyes, there she was safe in his arms, pressed to his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief.

[vodika-vibes]

I saw that you asked for crosshair requests, and I had an idea I figured I'd run by you in case it gave you any inspiration. I was thinking about a kind of friends to loves situation with crosshair and his casual flirting suggesting a friends with benefits situation, but the reader says no despite clearly being attracted to him, and when pressed confesses to being afraid of falling in love with him if they hook up. idk if that's smth you want to write, just hope you focus on stuff you want to do and don't burn yourself out :)

We Could Be More

Summary: Summary: You and Crosshair are friends, only the emotions are a little…more. You’re not really surprised when Crosshair comes to you with a proposition. Friends with benefits would make sense, it’s not as if the Empire will allow you more. You’re both surprised when you turn him down.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1577

Warnings: Discussions of a friends with benefits type situation, some adult discussion, Crosshair demands an explanation when the Reader says no, discussion of the lack of clone rights

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope this is close to the idea that you had. I had fun writing it, and I'm so glad that people are feeding my sudden, and surprising, crosshair obsession. RIP me.

You enjoy your job.

You’d enjoy it more if you had your own workshop, or even a workspace that wasn’t a small, unused, section of the ship.

Hell, at this point, you’d be happy with having a chair and a desk so you don’t have to sit on the floor while repairing the mouse droids. You’d also accept a cushion, or a thick blanket.

But no.

You have to sit on the floor with little mouse droids zipping around you while you make sure they work properly.

Still, you like working with droids. They’re easy. Easier than your co-workers.

Well, easier than most of your co-workers.

You flip the mouse droid back on its wheels, and it zooms around you, chattering happily. “Alright, you’re all set,” You say to the droid, “Watch out for more Admirals.”

The little droid chatters and then zooms out the tunnel that leads to your…hallway(?) and you sigh and stretch your arms over your head. Maybe if you send a very polite email to your supervisor you can get a desk…or at least a proper cushion.

“You know,” You yelp at the voice coming from the doorway, “I think you like those droids more than anyone else on this ship, kitten.”

“Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a heart attack,” You say as you press your hand over your pounding heart. And then you drop your hand and glance up at the much taller man, “I thought you were on a mission, Cross?”

“I was, and now I’m not. Funny how that happens.”

“Ooh, you think you're funny, don’t you?” You say with an amused grin on your lips.

“Funnier than most of the people on this ship, yeah.” Crosshair leans against the wall and slides down so he’s sitting next to you, his knees raised and his arms draped over his knees, “Busy morning?”

“Isn’t it always?” You ask with a sigh, “One of the mouse droids was in the way when a member of the Imperial Guard came though, and nearly crushed him to pieces.” You gesture to the side, “It’s over there, somewhere.”

“Bad luck.”

“Tell me about it.” You say with a sigh, “It’s going to take me days to rebuild it.”

“Hm.” Crosshair hums noncommittally. “What’s the Imperial Guard doing here?”

“Hell if I know. You think anyone tells me anything?” You ask with a grin.

“Nah, but I know the mouse droids pick up audio.” Crosshair replies.

“Crosshair, are you implying that I’m spying on my coworkers, because that would be very, very wrong of me.”

“Uh-huh.”

You keep his gaze for a moment, before a grin cracks your face, “Okay, apparently the Emperor’s ship needed repairs, some kind of space debris.” You shrug, “I dunno, I don’t work on ships, I work on droids.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they could fit a ship in your hallway.”

“Excuse you, this is my office, sir.”

“And you can’t even afford a chair, or a desk. Shame.”

You laugh and bump him with your shoulder, “Rude, maybe I like sitting on the floor.”

“Do you?”

“No. I think my butt is numb.”

Crosshair’s eyes glitter with mischief, “Want me to massage it for you?”

“I don’t think you’ve earned butt touching privileges.” You counter with a sniff.

“Shame. You have a really nice one. Very round and squeezable.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like a massage. It sounds like you just want to grope me.”

He shrugs, “Same thing.”

“Very different.” You correct him with a laugh.

“Not the way I do it.”

“Oh? You have a lot of practice then?”

“Well, I might be a little out of practice. I haven’t had the chance to practice my skills since the Republic fell.” Crosshair admits.

“Aww, poor thing. How ever will you survive?” You tease him lightly as a new mouse droid limps in and you grab it and flip it immediately.

“I have a pretty good idea,” Crosshair counters as he leans back against the wall, his gaze locked on you.

You hum thoughtfully as you examine the wheels.

You and Crosshair are friends, because that’s all the Empire will allow. It’s illegal for Crosshair to have relations with people. And actual relationships are out of the question. Which is a shame, you’d be interested in seeing where this, whatever it might be, could go if given the chance.

You pull a piece of metal out from the wheel well, and then set the droid back on its wheels, and it scurries away. “Sorry, you were saying?”

Crosshair stares at you, a small smirk on his lips. “I have a…proposition, of sorts, kitten.”

You arch a single brow, “Go ahead.”

His smirk grows, “When was the last time you got laid?”

Your face burns, “I’m not answering that.”

“Come on, kitten, it’s me.”

You fold your arms, “If you tease me even once-”

“I would never.”

“Yes, you will.” You grumble. Crosshair flashes, what he probably thinks is, an angelic look, and you huff and avert your eyes. “...fine, I’ve never actually-”

A broad grin crosses his face, “Kitten, are you a virgin?”

You scowl at him, “You heard me.”

He looks absolutely delighted, and you consider kicking him in the shin for half a minute. “That makes my proposition even better.”

“If you’re about to tease me-”

“How do you feel about a friends with benefits type situation?” Crosshair interrupts you.

Your words die on your tongue, and you blink at him, “...what.”

“You heard me.”

“I did, I’m just trying to process.” You admit, you hold up a finger, “I just told you that I’m a virgin, and you want a friends with benefits situationship. With me.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Just making sure I heard you correctly.”

“You did.”

You frown at him, rolling the idea around in your mind.

It’s not that you don’t want. Because you do. More than you’re ever going to put into words. Crosshair is so handsome and while he’s not kind, he is good. Good in a way that he doesn’t seem to see in himself.

You could love him, if you gave yourself the chance.

And you can’t risk that. You can’t risk him.

So, hating yourself a little, you focus your attention on him, “I’m flattered, Cross.” You say slowly, “But I think that’s a terrible idea.”

“Why?” His eyes narrow at you, “Because I’m a clone.”

“Of course not. That’s never been important to me.”

“Then what? You’re not attracted enough? I’m not nice enough?”

“Cross-”

“You didn’t flat-out refuse, you said it’s a terrible idea. Why is it a terrible idea?” Crosshair demands.

“Because.”

“Because isn’t an answer.”

“Because I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you, and you’ll get hurt.” You say honestly.

Crosshair pauses, “...You’re going to have to explain that one to me.”

“I’m not dumb, Crosshair. I know it’s illegal for you to have sex with anyone. And it’s even more illegal for you to enter a relationship with someone. And the Empire isn’t the Republic, they will kill you before they’ll punish me.”

He leans back, his gaze calculating, “What if I said that I didn’t care?”

You frown at him, “I care, that’s enough for me.”

He leans in so that his face is only a few inches away from your own, “What if the Empire wasn’t a concern?”

You lean in as well, so that you're even closer, “You can’t bring down the Empire, Crosshair, you’re one man.”

“I could try, if you wanted me to.”

Your gaze softens, “As strong and broad as your shoulders are, that weight would still crush you, Cross.”

He searches your face for a moment, “What if we defected?”

“Please tell me you don’t want to defect simply so you can get laid?”

“I’m not dumb, it’s only a matter of time before they decommission me.” Crosshair says, “The Clones are expendable.”

Your hands curl into fists, your nails digging into the palms of your hands, “Cross-”

“So what do you say? If we defect, would you be willing to consider a friends with benefits relationship?”

“You’re impossible.”

“Hey, if I’m about to risk my life by running away from the largest government entity in the galaxy, I’d like to know if there are some perks on the other side.”

“Oh my god,” You push your hands through your hair, “Okay, fine. Yes. If we defected, and I knew you weren’t going to get yourself killed simply because you wanted to get your dick wet, then yes, I would agree to a friends with benefits relationship.”

He leans back, “Deal. We leave tonight.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Is it a good plan?”

Crosshair just smirks, “How many mouse droids can you call back right now?”

“...all of them, why?”

“Call them back, we’re going to rig them to blow up.”

Your jaw drops, “My babies-”

He rolls his eyes, “You have a better suggestion?”

“...no…”

“Great. Then get started. I’m going to come and get you tonight. We’re going to escape on one of the smaller ships.” Crosshair says.

“And go where?”

“Pabu.”

“I have questions.”

“My batch mates live there.”

“...I have even more questions.”

“They can wait.” Crosshair leans over to you and lightly kisses your temple, “You have work to do, kitten. I’ll see you tonight.”

And then Crosshair is gone, and you’re left feeling like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.

[awriterinthenight]

"I Knew You Would Be Friends"-Anthony Lockwood

requested: anonymous

words: 1577

warnings: George and Lucy being assholes for the majority of the story, that's really it, maybe swearing

summary: Lockwood brings you to 35 Portland Row to meet George and Lucy, but it doesn't go as planned

George and Lucy were the most judgmental people in all of London most likely. George was always sceptical of everyone he met and didn't trust them. Lucy was just quite anti-social, only getting along with people after a long time, or only if they clicked right away. Sadly you weren't one of those people.

Lockwood was more than excited to introduce you to George and Lucy since they were his family, and Lockwood practically would spend every second with you from how much he was entranced by you. Lockwood had everything planned, first he would take you out for a bit, then bring you to Portland Row to meet his friends, and then hopefully you guys would get along well. Why wouldn't you? Was what he told himself every time he thought about it.

When the day finally arrived, Lockwood and you spent your time walking around London before finally heading to 35 Portland Row. You were actually quite excited to meet Lockwood's friends. From what he told you they sounded like great people.

When you entered you looked around the place admiring all the random decorations, as you put your rapier in the stand, since you were also an agent, but you freelanced. Lockwood led you around to the kitchen where, who you assumed were his friends, stood waiting for you two to return.

"Y/N this is George," he said referring to the boy with glasses," and this is Lucy," he pointed to the brunette girl, both seemed to not be the most welcoming, but sometimes agents were just like that.

You stuck out your hand for George to shake, which he did politely, but Lucy completely ignored you," I'm Y/N, I'm sure Lockwood told you about me, since he talks about you guys a lot," you said, trying to make small talk with the two.

"He actually doesn't really mention you that much," Lucy said, her tone rather bland, but the words still hurt a bit.

Lockwood seemed to start to feel a bit of tension and awkwardness between everyone, "She's being sarcastic, they're probably just annoyed by how much I've told them about you," he said, trying to diffuse the tension, "Why don't you make us some tea George."

The boy with glasses let out a sigh, "You're going to make me waste the tea bags on her, we only have so many left," he complained, making you feel a bit bad for intruding.

"I'll pick you up more tea bags when I go to the store, just pop the kettle on and maybe grab some biscuits too," he said, giving George one of his trademark smiles.

"Fine, how do you take your tea?" George asked you, grabbing the tea from the cabinet.

"A bit of honey, and a bit of sugar is fine," you told him, "I can help if you want," you offered, trying to be kind.

George was a bit caught off guard, since that was exactly how Lockwood preferred his tea, but quickly moved on, "No it's fine," he said, before mumbling just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Besides I don't need you messing up our kitchen."

You were a bit shocked by how George and Lucy were acting, since Lockwood said they were usually nice people. Even Lockwood was a bit confused, but he tried his best to keep everyone somewhat civil. He suggested they move to the library, so they did.

You quickly took to the shelves, searching for titles you recognized, and which ones sounded interesting to you, "You can borrow one sometime if you want," Lockwood offered, standing next to you as he leaned against the shelf.

"Really? I would love to borrow something sometime, maybe I could even lend you one of mine," you suggested, ecstatic at the idea.

"That sounds lovely," Lockwood said, his gaze catching onto yours. You were then interrupted by Lucy clearing her throat to remind you she was still in the room as George arrived with the tea,

You tried to make conversation with Lucy, "So Lucy, do you read much?" you asked, interested in the girl and her hobbies.

She shook her head, looking at you judgingly, "No, I'm usually too busy with jobs to have time to, plus I'm just not the biggest fan of it," she explained, seeming to act annoyed at your question.

"I'm an agent too, so I know how annoying it can be to not have much free time," you said, trying to find common ground with her.

Lucy didn't seem to be too keen on the idea though, "You're an agent?" she asked, surprised by it.

You nodded, "Yes, I freelance, it's quite enjoyable being able to work for myself."

"Working by yourself seems boring, and agencies are much nicer than freelancing," Lucy said, which was a bit weird since she usually didn't like agencies much, except Lockwood and Co., since other agencies didn't treat their agents the best,

You shrugged, Sometimes I work with other people. I actually have a scar from when I worked with another agent and the job was more complicated than we expected," you told her, trying to make conversation with her, even though she seemed unamused by you.

"So you're saying you're not good at working hard jobs," Lucy accused, taking a sip of her tea.

Lockwood was a bit too scared to intervene, afraid he'd anger the wrong person with the wrong comment. So your and Lucy's conversation continued, "I'd say I do just fine, but everything that agent heard went in one ear and out the other," you said, trying to joke with her to try and lessen the tension.

"So you don't work well with others?" she questioned. The rest of the conversation went on like this for a while. You would try to be charming, talk about a few reckless things you did during jobs, or just say something funny, and Lucy would immediately retort with something. George seemed to be bored and read his comic, only chiming in a couple of times. Lockwood only spoke up a couple times, and when he did Lucy would just say something about you again.

When it neared an hour before curfew you decided to leave, having enough of this. Lockwood offered to walk you home, but you said you were fine, he could tell you were lying, since you didn't seem fine, but he knew better than to push. When Lockwood closed the door behind him he could hear George and Lucy say how relieved they were that she was gone.

Lockwood felt bad for you, since he promised that his friends would be nice, but there was anything but that. He was also even more surprised by how they acted, since they were rarely like that with anyone. The two didn't even notice Lockwood head to bed early looking a bit sullen, but they did notice how he seemed to be less chipper.

The next morning Lucy and George were in the kitchen, Lockwood hadn't left his room yet, pondering over yesterday's events, "Do you think I was too mean?" Lucy asked, realising she might've been way more rude than she meant to be. It was just that Lockwood had lost a lot of people, so they were always sceptical when someone new entered and they had to make sure you weren't going to leave him heartbroken.

George shrugged, "I don't know, maybe. She was awfully nice and we were kind of dicks to her," he said, making a cup of coffee.

They were silent for a moment till Lucy spoke up, "You know who she reminds me of," she said, looking at George as they responded in unison, "Lockwood."

"I mean she was charming like he is, she also talked about how reckless she was on jobs, she took her tea the same way as him, and she offered to help me with the tea which is something Lockwood would do," George said, remembering everything about you.

Lucy let out a sigh, "Maybe we were too mean. We should tell Lockwood we're sorry, and tell him we want to apologise to her," Lucy admitted, and George agreed.

Lockwood was rather surprised, yet pleased his friends wanted to apologise. So after some convincing he got you to come over again to redo how yesterday was supposed to go. This time Lucy answered the door to the house.

"I'm sorry for how I was yesterday," she said letting you in, "We're just a bit defensive, and well George is just George."

You chuckled at her joke, "I'm just glad you don't seem to hate. That would've been horrible, since you'll probably be seeing me a lot more," you said, accepting her apology.

Lockwood soon came down the stairs to greet you, "Well I'm glad you two are friends, and you can work out George's situation later. Right now we have somewhere to be, so I'll see you later," he said, rushing out the door.

"Bye lovebirds," Lucy called out as the door closed behind the two of you.

Lockwood seemed to be a lot more smiley today than usual, "What's up with you?" you asked him.

He shrugged, "I knew you would be friends," he said, holding your hand in his, "That's why I'm happy love." Lockwood was more than full of joy to know the person he was desperately falling in love with was now becoming well liked by his family. 

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[runnning-outof-time]

Back From Business | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Tommy surprises his family by coming home from business just in time for the Christmas festivities to begin at Arrow House.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1577

A/N: I got a little carried away with this one … it was a joy to write though. Only got 5 days left!! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you want to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

Tommy walked into his home and was immediately met with the sight of the several boxes that were strewn about the foyer. He looked to both sides of the room but found no one. Before he was able to call out for Frances, a voice came from the stairs: "you know, I'll mind the glasses, Tom, but the hat's a little too much."

(Y/N) was in the process of walking down the steps as she spoke, and all Tommy could do was chuckle as she made her way over to him. "Figured you wouldn't like it," he stated, taking the fedora-style hat off of his head.

"You're back early," she commented, taking hold of his cheeks so that she could bring him in for a kiss. It had been two weeks since she'd tasted the sweetness of his lips...which was too long in her opinion.

"Dottie sent a message out...said that I was needed to come home," he told her once they pulled away.

(Y/N) sighed and shook her head at the information Tommy gave her. "That girl..." she trailed off.

"Has something happened?" he questioned, his brows furrowed.

"No," (Y/N) looked up at him again, "she just wanted you home to help decorate," she then told him the real reason behind their five year old daughter's "urgent" message. Tommy shook his head as a smile formed on his face.

Before anything else could be said, a squeal from the person in question emanated from the top of the stairs. "Daddy! You're home!" she shrieked as she rushed down to greet him.

Tommy couldn't stop himself from scooping her up into his arms, but (Y/N) didn't let her façade crack so easily. "What did I tell you about sending messages to your father while he's on business, Dorothy Shelby?" she questioned the child, her eyebrow raised as she set both hands on her hips.

Dottie immediately knew that she'd have some explaining to do. "I really wanted him to come home so that he could help us. He's always home for decorating," she pleaded her case, making sure to lay it on thick with the puppy dog pout.

(Y/N) exchanged a look with Tommy upon hearing her daughter's statement. He said nothing, and only subtly shrugged his shoulders. The fact that she would have to go at this alone made her let out a sigh of defeat. "I know you mean well, love, but how about from now on, we only save messaging daddy for instances where there's actual problems?" she came up with a solution for the situation, one that made Dottie not her head fervently.

"Ok, mummy," she agreed verbally as well, a smile appearing as she shifted her gaze to her father, "will you help us decorate now, dad?" she asked, hope present in her eyes.

"Of course, love," Tommy agreed to her ask almost instantly, making Dottie's smile widen even more. She cheered upon hearing his response, then telling her parents that she'd be in the living room - the first room they'd decorate.

"She definitely knows how to get what she wants," (Y/N) commented once Dottie had left the room.

"Yes, she does," Tommy agreed with a nod.

"Reminds me of her father in that regard," she added, then turning to face her husband with a grin.

Surprise spread across his face as he hear what she had to say. "Really? I was thinkin' she was like her mother there," he countered, his words making her roll her eyes as her smile grew. Her response made him laugh.

"How 'bout we go decorate?" she suggested amidst his laughter, her hip popped out once again. Tommy grinned at her before he nodded his head, dropping his briefcase to the ground then so that he could follow his wife into the living room, where their daughter was already in the middle of untangling strings of garland.

—

"You're gonna have to lift me for this part, dad," Dottie stated as she grabbed the golden star from the box of decorations.

"I am?" Tommy feigned confusion, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"You are. How else am I going to put this star on top?" Dottie questioned him, her hip popped just like her mother. Tommy couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. She truly was a mini (Y/N).

"Let's give it a try then, eh?" he stated, moving over to lift her up. Holding her in his arms didn't get her high enough, so he rested her on his shoulders, holding onto her legs for support.

"Be careful, Dottie," (Y/N) called from where she was setting up the candle-holders across the room.

"I'm always careful, mum!" the girl called back, focused on her goal as she then instructed Tommy to move closer to the tree. She continued to direct him as she got to the perfect spot to stick the star on top. "There. Perfect!" she called, clapping her hands together once she'd completed the task, "bring me down now, dad!"

Tommy did just that, bringing her back down to the ground, but not without making sure to tickle her sides first. That turned Dottie into a laughing mess before she went and tried to begin tickling Tommy. A tickle war quickly ensued, one that continued until (Y/N) had to step in and break it up so that they could continue with decorating.

—

"What do you wanna go into my office for, Dot?" Tommy questioned as he followed his daughter down the hallway.

"You need some Christmas in your work room too, daddy," she insisted, carrying a ceramic tree and a reindeer statue in either of her hands.

"Do I?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised as she stopped at the locked door and turned back to look at him.

"Absolutely," she stood her ground, an assured smile on her face, "can you open the door, please?" she asked sweetly then, an ask that Tommy couldn't refuse. He let her enter the room first before following in behind her. "I think these would look perfect right...here," she decided, setting the tree and reindeer right next to a framed photo of her mother and father.

"I think that's a good spot for it, Dottie," Tommy agreed with her decision, a smile on his face.

"Can you read me a story, dad?" she asked out of the blue.

"You've any books in here?" he questioned her, not remembering if she'd stashed any during any of her previous times in the room.

"I don't," her face fell silently, "I can go get one!" she said then, thinking on her feet to come up with a solution.

"How about I tell you a story instead?" he suggested an idea of his own, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited for her response.

"You know stories by heart?" Dottie seemed surprised.

"Course I do. Why don't I tell you about the time that uncle John started opening all of our presents three days early because he thought that it was Christmas, and that we were trying to prank him?" he suggested a story from his childhood to her.

Dottie nodded with an excited look on her face, and the two moved over to the couch where they could get comfortable so that the story could be told. She listened intently as her father told the story, laughing as he did his best to imitate his brothers and detail their reactions to what had happened. She laughed the most when he tried to do the voice of her grandmother. She always laughed when Tommy tried to do women’s voices.

“Can you tell me the story of how uncle Arthur introduced mum to you?” she asked once the first story was finished.

“You want to hear that one again?” Tommy questioned, knowing full well what the answer would be. She loved hearing of how her parents met, as it was quite the story.

He wasn’t able to start the story however. “Are you two taking a break from decorating in here?” (Y/N)’s voice came from the doorway of the office.

Tommy turned his head to respond, but Dottie beat him to it. “Daddy’s telling me stories,” she said with a smile on her face.

“Stories?” (Y/N) sounded intrigued.

“Yes! He’s going to tell me the one of how you met him!” Dottie’s smile grew.

(Y/N) looked at Tommy, who was trying to hold back his smile. She’d never heard about their meeting from his point of view and was intrigued to see how he detailed it. “Am I allowed to hear this story as well?” she asked, stepping into the room.

“Of course, mummy!” Dottie cheered before Tommy could say anything.

(Y/N) looked to Tommy then, waiting for him to nod before she made her way over to the couch. She tucked herself into Dottie’s side, who then promptly spread herself out across both of her parents’ laps, which meant (Y/N) was now sitting against Tommy. He smiled at her and made sure that Dottie was comfortable before he began telling the story of how he and (Y/N) met.

There was still a great deal of decorating to be done around Arrow House, but (Y/N) wasn’t the slightest bit worried about it. What mattered the most now was that Tommy was back from business and her family was together again.

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[nights-legacy]

Body Snatched-Shinsou

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Body Snatched Masterlist Authors Note -- Shinsou was one that was requested multiple times alongside multiple other characters in more than one request, so I'm going to add the links to the original ask (similar to the masterlist) as I get them written and posted.

1577 words

Warnings: unwanted touches and actions, attempted assault, violence

+ Shinsou and you are not together but there has been something developing between you two for a long time. After he comes to you all nervous one afternoon, you think he's going to confess his feelings. How wrong you were. Turns out it wasn't even Shinsou, it's was Mineta in his body and he tries to take advantage of the situation.

During one of the training sessions with 1A, Shinsou got switched with the grape. He wasn't even near him and definitely wasn't trying to help him. Just for some reason, they were switched. They both passed out right after, so no one actually knew it happened. Mineta woke up first and played it off as he was the other. It wasn't until Shinsou woke up that they realized what happened.

Y/N' POV

I groaned, dropping my head onto the book in annoyance. My homework was not making any sense to me. I was in need of a break but needed to get this done. Rampant knocking pulled my attention and I got up to answer it.

"Shin? I thought you had training with 1A?" I was confused why said boy was standing outside my door, still in his gear.

"Oh, we got done early."

"Then why are you still in your gear?" I asked.

"Uh... I just wanted to see you as soon as possible." I narrowed my eyes at him. He was acting strange. Nervous.

"Shinsou..."

"Look, there's something I want to talk to you about. That's why I came here so fast. I wanted to say it before I lose the confidence to say it." He said quickly, giving me a smile. "Come walk with me?"

"Oh..." My heart jumped immediately thinking he returned my feelings. I bit my lip and nodded. "Okay, let me grab my jacket."

"Okay." I quickly ran to grab the garment and followed him out of the General Studies dorms. He led me to walk by the edge of the trees.

"Shinsou, What is it you want to tell me?" I asked. He took a breath. Just as he went to say something, there was a commotion up by the dorms that grabbed our attention. It sounded like multiple people yelling & running.

"Really?" Shinsou groaned, annoyed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the trees deeper a little more rough than necessary.  "So we can talk in quiet."

"Okay…" Something was starting to not feel right. Especially when I swore I heard someone yell my name. Once we were a good ways away, he stopped.

"Here we go. Nice and quiet."

"Actually Shin... I'm feeling weird about this. Maybe we should head back."

"Don't you trust me?" He asked.

"I mean, of course, but..." My mind went all fuzzy. When I came back to my senses, I saw him looking at me shocked. It looked like he was shocked at himself. "Did you just...?"

"L/N! I just ... I'm sorry... I..." He stumbled over his words. I could see something else flash through his eyes that made the bad feeling worse.

"I'm just going to go." I took a step back. His eyes widened.

"Wait."

"See ya later, Shin." I turn around, trying to leave quickly.

"No! Wait!" I heard him yell. Suddenly, I felt something wrap around me, yanking me backwards. I slammed against a tree, knocking the air from my lungs. I gasped, looking down to see his capture weapon around me. I felt it tighten more and realized I was now tied to the tree.

"Shinsou! What the hell?!" I yelled once I got my breath back. He appeared in front of me. He looked me up and down with a hungry gaze. "Shinsou!"

"Oh, sorry. Just admiring the view. You're so hot." I was so confused. Why was he doing this? I struggled against the binds. "I don't know why he hasn't confessed to you yet when he could have you like this." I froze.

"He?"

"Oh yeah. I'm not Shinsou. I'm Mineta. The hunk from 1A. We got switched somehow." Horror washed over me and I tried to get free again. He moved in really close, setting his arms on either side of me.

"Get away from me!" I screamed. He set his hand over my mouth.

"Quiet." He snapped. I felt his lips on my neck and his other hand trailed down my side. He trailed down to my knee and yanked it up and over his hip. I tried to yell against his hand.

"Fukpmh..." I fought against his hand. He sighed in annoyance.

"Will you shut up?" He asked, removing his hard. I snapped my mouth shut, not taking the chance of him using Shinsou's quirk. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Bitch."

"Pervert!" I snapped. He slapped his hand over my mouth and his other hand latched onto the button of my shorts. He opened them and shoved his hand in. I closed my eyes, not waiting to see him do this in Shinsou's body.

"Damn." He huffed. I grimaced at the feeling of his hand. He suddenly stopped moving.

"I suggest you stop right now." My eyes snapped open to see Kaminari & Present Mic standing there. Kami had a hand on Mineta's shoulder, and I could see the electricity coming from him.

"H-hey guys." Mineta slowly removed his hands from me. As soon as his hand was off my mouth, I screamed.

"Get him away from me." I kicked at him. They pulled him off me and pinned him to another tree. I saw Midnight was here as well and she moved to untie me. I collapsed to the ground as soon as I was loose.

"Hey, it's alright." She knelt next to me. "Let's get you out of here." I nodded and she helped me up. We walked out of the trees and she guided me back to the dorms. We got inside and Aizawa was in the common room with Mineta's body.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Aizawa came up to us.

"Mineta had them cornered in the trees." Midright said. Aizawa looked at me.

"Did he do anything?"

"He touched me a lot." I crossed my arms across my stomach. "He used Shinsou's quirk on me. He didn't hurt me." He nodded and I glanced at the real Shinsou and the look of pity, guilt, and sadness broke me. The embarrassment of him seeing me in this situation was to much. "I'm going to my room." 

"L/N." I didn't listen to Aizawa and darted up the stairs. I ran to my room, slamming and locking the door. 

I immediately went to my bathroom to take a shower. I turned on the hot water, stripped, and hopped in. I scrubbed my skin until it was bright red. I wanted to erase any evidence of Mineta on my skin. Once I was done, I dressed in comfy clothes and buried myself in my bed.

A little while later, there was a knock on my door. I sat up and looked at the door for a moment. After another knock, I got up slowly and took a few steps when they spoke up. I froze in place when I heard his voice.

"L/N..." Shinsou's voice came through the door. I took a step back.

"G-go away." My voice cracked. I heard him sigh sadly.

"I understand that you don't want to see me. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. I'll leave you alone." There was something in his voice that struck me. I heard him step away and I went to the door. With a big breath, I opened the door to see him almost to the elevator.

"Shinsou!" He stopped and looked at me. I stayed half hid in the doorway. I looked in his eyes to read him. I could only see remorse and pain, nothing like what I saw with Mineta. I bit my lip and waved him back. I walked into my room, sitting on my bed.

"You sur...um..." He avoided finishing the question. "Tell me if it's okay to come in."

"Yes, it is." He nodded. He moved in slowly and sat next to me. We sat stock still for a minute. I pulled my sleeves down  over my hands before reaching out for his sleeve. I tugged on his sleeve and he looked at me. He gave me a small smile.

"Can I..." I started. He seemed to understand because he opened his arms. I latched onto him and he pulled me into his chest. Tears forced their way out and I began to sob into his chest. He maneuvered us so he was hustled into the pillows and me in his chest.

"Go ahead and cry it out. It's okay to cry." He whispered into my ear. He pulled the blankets up and over us. I don't know how long I cried but I cried myself to the point of exhaustion. I snuggled into him more and I felt him petting my head.

"Mm'tired." I mumbled into his chest.

"What? You're tired?" He asked. I nodded. "Then Let's sleep, love."

"Love?" I looked up at him. He nodded. I smiled. "Love too."

"You're cute." He moved us onto our sides and nestled us down into the blankets. He kissed my head. "Hey..."

"Hmm?"

"When this is all settled with that little shit, can I take you out on a date?" He asked. I pushed up onto and elbow to look at him. He looked apprehensive. I reached up to push some hair back.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great." He smiled before tugging gently on me to lay back down. I got comfortable again and he laid his arms around me.

"Goodnight, love." He whispered into my hair.

"Night." I kissed his neck before I drifted off.

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[mapsontheweb]

Spanish presidios in northern Africa, 15th-18th century.

“Atlas de Historia de España”, Planeta, 2005

by cartesdhistoire

The presidios were fortresses located along the Mediterranean coast that housed a military garrison. In some cases, Spain entrusted them to vassals, such as Tripoli with the Order of Malta. They were to serve as a base for future Christian expansion into enemy Muslim territory up to the Holy Land. But the presidios soon turned out to be only a strategic issue in the defense of Spanish or Italian coasts, threatened by the Barbary Corsican and Turkish power (also directly attacked as in the campaigns of Kefalonia in 1500, Korón in 1532 or Lepanto in 1571).

According to historian Fernand Braudel, each monarch had a different response. The first was the Fernandina (1492-1516) which was the continuation of the Reconquista: military campaigns in which Pedro Navarro stood out, embodied in the capture of strategic points on the coast from which the nearby towns were controlled. The second was Carolina (1516-1559) which would lead to a gradual decline of the Spanish presence. The absolute ruin of African politics would come in the third stage: the Philippine one (1559-1577), with the failure of Los Gelves (1560) and the loss of Tunisia – including the sacking of the Citadel of Menorca (1558); After the annexation of Portugal in 1580, the king would focus his ambitions on the Ocean.

After the independence of Portugal in 1640, the Ceuta nobles requested to continue belonging to Spain. In 1668 a treaty recognized Spanish sovereignty over Ceuta, including the island of Perejil.

In the middle of the s. XVII, the Moroccan dynasty of the Alawites began the assault of the squares. Only Ceuta, Melilla, the Alhucemas Islands and the Peñón de Vélez remained in Spanish hands in the 19th century. XVIII. In 1774, Melilla was subjected to an unsuccessful three-month siege by Sultan Sidi Mohamed.

The Oranesado remained Spanish for almost three centuries: 1509-1708 and 1732-1791; In 1791, the Councils decided to cede Oran and Mazalquivir.

[mimisempai]

Precious moments

Summary

Five times Aziraphale is awakened before Crowley, and one time when Crowley is awakened before his angel.

Either way, these are all precious moments.

Notes

On AO3

Rating G -  1577 words

1.

Aziraphale awoke with the feeling that something was wrong.

He opened his eyes, first becoming aware of his surroundings when he heard Crowley muttering next to him, "They...killed my best friend..."

Aziraphale turned to the demon and saw him clenching his fists, his face tight with pain, as he said a little louder, "Aziraphale! Fire..."

It didn't take much more to know the contents of Crowley's nightmare.

Aziraphale turned fully toward him, then gently loosened Crowley's fingers one by one, careful not to wake him abruptly.

He turned Crowley over, laid his head on his chest and wrapped his arms around him, holding him in a comforting embrace. Then he whispered with his mouth against his hair, like a mantra, over and over again: "I am here, my dear. There's no fire. All is well," until he could feel the demon relaxing against him, his breathing becoming steadier and steadier, and the tension in his body beginning to ease.

Finally conscious and calm, Crowley wrapped his long arms around Aziraphale's waist and murmured against his chest, "Aziraphale, I..... I."

"Shhhh. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. I know. Don't worry, I know."

Crowley said nothing more, just tightened his embrace, and it was only moments later, when Aziraphale felt Crowley's steady breathing against his heart, that he allowed himself to close his eyes.

2.

It wasn't uncommon for Aziraphale to wake up feeling like he was caught in a tangle of arms and legs.

If there was one thing he'd never imagined, it was that Crowley could be so cuddly once they got comfortable in their relationship. Especially when he slept, or rather, since they slept in the same bed. However they fell asleep, Aziraphale often found himself with Crowley's legs tangled around his own and his long arms wrapped around him. And to be honest, Aziraphale liked it that way. Mostly because it was Crowley's physical way of showing his affection. Which was funny, because he was the first to explain that displays of affection were ridiculous, but often the first to instigate them. 

The problem was when Aziraphale wanted to get up in the morning. It was difficult to get out of Crowley's tangle of arms and legs without waking him. It was sometimes a brain-teaser to know which limb to move first in order to move the next. Aziraphale had come to schedule his wake-up call a little earlier so he could do it without rushing.

However, sometimes, like today, impatience got the better of him.

"Crowley, wake up..."

Crowley groaned, "Angel... I don't want to... " and the demon tightened his grip. "Besides, you don't have to work, you know that, you don't want to sell your books!"

"And assuming I give in to your absurd request, you plan to stay like this all day?"

He felt Crowley nod against him.

"Don't you want to do something more interesting?" asked Aziraphale, an affectionate smile on his lips.

"What could be more interesting than sleeping all day snuggled up against my beloved?"

The half-asleep Crowley was a sincere Crowley, and a little too much for the sanity of Aziraphale's mind.

He repeated, "My beloved?"

"Any objections?"

Aziraphale shook his head, his cheeks slightly flushed.

As his beloved snake coiled around him once more, he told himself that it was Crowley who had wrapped him around his fingers.

3.

"There is no "our side," Crowley. Not anymore. It's over."

Those were the hardest words Aziraphale had ever had to utter. But he couldn't do what Crowley was proposing.

Even if a large part of his heart wanted to.

Crowley suddenly calmed down and said, in a lowered voice, "Right. Well, then..."

He began to walk away, turning one last time before leaving, "Have a nice doomsday."

Feeling a sadness he'd never felt before, Aziraphale stood alone under the bandstand and watched Crowley walk away.

Until he was nothing more than a dot on the horizon.  

Aziraphale awoke with a start, his throat tightening as if he had just relived the moment. He knew, he felt, that Crowley was beside him, but the sense of loss from that day was vivid. He felt every emotion of that moment. So much so that he could barely hold back his tears.

Suddenly, he felt the bed move behind him and two arms wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back until he was pressed against Crowley's chest.

"Nightmare, angel?" the demon's voice whispered in his ear.

Aziraphale murmured in a slightly hoarse voice, "The nightmare of a memory..."

Crowley turned him in his arms and scanned the angel's face. Frowning, he raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away a small tear that had escaped from one of Aziraphale's eyes. 

"A terrible nightmare, if it has brought you to this state. Would you like to tell me about it?"

Aziraphale hid his face in the demon's chest and said softly, "It was just the memory of our separation... under the bandstand. It's ridiculous."

"And why do you think it's ridiculous?" asked Crowley quietly, his hand resting on the angel's cheek.

"Because it was you I made suffer that day."

Crowley chuckled softly, "I never kept score. I forgave you a long time ago. Besides, what matters is where we are now, don't you think?"

Aziraphale nodded against the demon's chest and Crowley said softly, "Go back to sleep now, Angel. We're fine."

He pressed his lips to the angel's light locks and held him a little tighter.

4.

Aziraphale loved watching Crowley sleep.

Some would say ironically, because it was the only time Crowley didn't talk, but that's not why Aziraphale liked those moments so much.

He felt like he was witnessing something special. He felt he possessed something precious. 

The trust of his demon, who didn't hesitate to let his guard down with him. 

He liked to feel Crowley fall asleep, when the energy that seemed to animate him most of the time, slowly left his body to let him succumb to the call of sleep. 

He liked to feel Crowley's head grow heavy on his arm. He liked to feel his whole body letting go. He liked to feel his grip loosen on his hand. He liked to hear his breathing take on the steady rhythm of a sleeping person. 

It was usually at this moment that Aziraphale too would surrender to the grip of sleep and give himself over to it completely, for he knew that the one he loved and was loved by was resting in his arms.

5 .

Something tickled his nose. 

Without opening his eyes, Aziraphale reached out to touch a few strands of hair and smiled in amusement.

He blew on the hair to move it away from his face and opened his eyes to see Crowley's red hair almost against him, the demon having decided to occupy Aziraphale's pillow.

The sight was too tempting for Aziraphale, who couldn't resist touching them. From the moment he ran his fingers through the slightly ruffled hair, Crowley began to make little purring sounds of comfort. Aziraphale wasn't sure if this was an instinctive response in sleep or if Crowley was awake, but from the way his head leaned on his hands, he figured he didn't have to stop.

He continued to gently stroke the demon's red hair, pleased to hear his little sounds of well-being.

"I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning," Crowley yawned and stretched before facing Aziraphale, his head resting on his hand.

Aziraphale couldn't help but touch Crowley's hair again, this time smoothing all his strands back and letting them slide between his fingers. Crowley closed his eyes and seemed to appreciate the angel's attention.

Aziraphale buried his hand in Crowley's hair and pressed the nape of his neck closer to him so he could take his lips in a tender kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Crowley slyly said to him, "It looks like you're obsessed with my hair. "

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "No, I'm obsessed with a certain demon."

Crowley gasped slightly and Aziraphale chuckled in response, happy to have silenced the demon, if only for a few seconds.

+1

"You're a demon, it's in your nature."

Thinking back on those oft-repeated words, Crowley still wondered how they'd gotten this far.

The angel who kept throwing his demon nature back in his face, who came from a world that had banished Crowley, who had once said he was no longer his friend, was now asleep in his arms.

How humbling.

How precious.

Sometimes Crowley doubted he deserved the chance to have someone he loved and who loved him back, who trusted him completely and in whom he had infinite confidence. 

The angel in his arms knew his darkness and still loved him.

Crowley traced the outline of the beloved face with a light touch of his fingertips and was amazed to see that Aziraphale didn't even flinch. 

After a moment, he saw the angel's eyes flicker open slowly, still clouded with sleep.

"You're awake already?"

"It's still early, angel, you can go back to sleep."

Aziraphale nuzzled him a little closer and replied sleepily, "Hmmm, I'll do that, it's like heaven here," before falling back asleep against Crowley. 

The angel was unaware of the emotion his innocent words had caused in the demon, who, overwhelmed with emotion, tightened his arms around him before falling asleep as well.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[mystic-story-lover]

Hello! I read your Matt Jackson one shot and I really liked it. It made me want to send in a request of my own: An enemies to friends to lovers involving female!reader and baby face!Adam Cole please? Thanks!

~Do You Hate Me~

Adam Cole x female!reader

Word Count: 1577

Warnings: Swearing, description of injury, Adam being a dick

Type: Angst/Fluff

Summary: Adam’s been a dick to you for so long, and you never understood why.

A/N: Hey there, thank you so much for the kind words about my previous story! Hopefully this fills what you were liking for, and I hope you enjoy it as well. 

(Gif Is Mine)

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To say that you’d never gotten along with Adam Cole would be the biggest understatement of the year. He didn’t give you an explanation for why he looked at you with distaste, but he made plenty of snarky comments about you. Sometimes, you’d thought about asking him why he hates you, but you stopped yourself because it’d be better to avoid him. At least then he wouldn’t start a fight with you. Maybe you said something to him once, you weren’t sure. Not even the Young Bucks knew why he acted the way he did when you came around.

“Are you excited?” The deep voice caught you by surprise, disrupting your thoughts, and you turned around to see your best friend Jay White. 

“Is it that obvious?” You chuckle at him when you see him smile at you. 

“Just a tad. Hey, is Cole still giving you problems?” He questioned, a present frown growing on his face.

A groan erupted from your chest as you were reminded that he would be at the event tonight. “Unfortunately, yeah he is.”

“Maybe I’ll beat some sense into the fool.” Jay chuckled again before raising his hand to ruffle your hair. 

“Don’t you mess with it, she’ll kick your ass.” You hear a voice coming from behind Jay, and turn to see another member of the Bullet Club, El Phantasmo.

“You got what you deserved last time,” you chuckle looking at the taller man. “I warned you not to mess with it.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” He sighed dramatically before walking over and wrapping you in a tight bear hug. 

While distracted by the hug, you didn’t hear Adam approach the three of you, so you were caught off guard when you saw his damp hair in front of you. Thankfully, he had his back to you, which would give you a chance to escape before he could spot you. 

“So, Y/n,” Phantasmo started before receiving a glare from you. “What are you most excited for in–” He quickly stopped talking when you punched him in the arm, but it was to late. Cole scoffed before he turned around glaring daggers into you.

“Yeah, Y/n, what are you excited for?” You rolled your eyes at the way he worded the question, and you didn’t even have to look to know that Jay would be wearing an angry expression.

“Well, Adam, she has to be looking forward to her match, because she’ll be worth watching.” Phantasmo spoke up, only to bow his head when Adam looked his way.

“No, you don’t get to do that Cole. Phantasmo is a friend, and you don’t get to take out whatever frustrations you have with me out on him. And for the record, I’m excited for Jay to kick your ass tonight. You clearly see who I’m voting for.” You use your thumb to point to the Bullet Club logo on your jacket, and smirk at Adam, who returned his gaze to you.

When Jay offered you a spot in Bullet Club, you accepted within seconds of his question. It meant that you’d be travelling between Japan and AEW more often, but jet lag was never something you feared.

“Whatever, I’ll see you out there Jay.” Adam spoke before walking off, brushing his shoulder roughly with yours. 

Sighing, you shook your head, and walked off in the other direction towards the guerilla. You were to be walking out with the club for each of their matches. For Jay’s match however, you were strictly going to join the commentary team. 

When you spotted both Matt and Nick in guerilla, you knew that their match would be next, and that El Phantasmo and Hikuleo would be there any moment. As you turn to speak to the boys, you notice Hiku walking over, so you give him a nod and a smile to greet him. Seconds after that, Phantasmo appeared behind you, waving to everyone in the group.

“Jay mentioned that you were going to commentary?” Phantasmo questioned looking at you. 

“I’ll be there for his match yeah.” You replied.

“What about this one?” Nick asked as he bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

“You’ll see me at ringside. I can’t miss out on seeing the Young Bucks wearing Bullet Club gear for the last time ever.” You giggle as both boys smile and pose. When you hear their music begin to play, you raise your fingers into the ‘too sweet’ motion, and the guys do as well.

~~~

“Y/n, as the only Bullet Club member signed to the AEW roster, how does it feel to see your friends here?” Schiavone popped the question.

“Well, Tony, how would you think it feels? Being here, alone, as you reminded me, isn’t an easy task. I have to carry the weight of Bullet Club ever signing here on my shoulders. But, it is great to see Jay White, El Phantasmo, and Hikuleo here.” You explain.

Still being able to watch the match on your monitor, you could notice that when Adam dropped, he landed wrong. To see another talent injured is never something you’d want to see in your career, but when you noticed him in pain, you wanted to rush down to the ring. Jay’s face appearing on your monitor caught you off guard, he only held up one finger, but you knew this was his way of telling you to stay. 

“Wow, did you see the way Adam went down?” Excalibur questioned.

“That just proves Jay White knows what he’s doing when he steps into the ring. Something we’ve said from the start.” You reply, wincing at your own words. For the sake of the show, you couldn’t worry on mic about Adam, and you had to keep yourself in character, but it pained you to see the way he winced as he moved. 

Finally, Jay landed the pin, and the match was officially over. Quickly, you removed the headset off, and you walked down the ramp, making it to the ring to celebrate with Jay. He wrapped you into a hug, a smile on his face from his victory.

“He’s hurt.” Jay whispered, only soft enough for you to hear.

As people cleared out of the ring, you could spot Adam struggling to walk, and both you and Jay rolled out to help him in the back. He tried to refuse the help from you at first, but gave in when he almost fell over. Immediately, Doc Sampson was able to see him, and you rushed him to the medical area backstage. People were crowding around to see how Cole was holding up, but you shooed them all away, stating that the doctor needed to work on him first.

~~~

When it was announced that Adam would need time off due to injury, your heart sank in your chest. He wasn’t a friend, he wasn’t your boyfriend, he was simply someone who hated you, but you still felt awful about it. You tried to excuse it as he was another wrestler, and you understood the pain of hearing you’d be out of action, but truly, you knew that wasn’t it. Which is why it came as a complete shock to you that Adam requested your help with his physical therapy and rehab.

“Hey Adam, how are you?” You questioned, sliding out of your jacket before walking over to him.

“A little better today, how about you?” His voice was soft and sweet, far different than the way it used to be with you.

“I’m alright.” You state before continuing. “You know, I’m still shocked you asked for my help with all this.”

He chuckles at that before speaking up himself. “I’m still in shock that you actually agreed to do it. I know I was a dick to you, and I’m sorry for that.” He bowed his head.

“We all do things we regret.” You smile, placing a hand on his chin, lifting his head. 

Adam only simply nods before turning away.

“Why’d you turn away Adam, did I do something wrong?” You question and frown, trying to get a glimpse of a reaction from him.

“No, you never have, that’s the problem. I fell for you, and Kenny told me that I shouldn’t try anything with you, so I was awful to you as a way to avoid my feelings. You didn’t deserve that treatment from me.” He sighed.

“Well then, I’ll just have to tell Kenny to stop meddling in my love life won’t I?” You giggle slightly. “It would have helped if you had come to me Adam, you could’ve saved yourself from being a dick.”

“How could I have? Kenny said you weren’t interested and that’s what led to "I shouldn't try anything.” He still refused to look at you as he bared his chest.

“Kenny didn’t know shit about my feelings, because if he did, he would have told you to go for it.” You stepped, so he had no choice but to look at you. “I have the same feelings Adam. It took me a while to admit it to myself because I thought you hated me, but I do feel the same way.”

“I never hated you Y/n, not once in my life.” He looked at you, and he frowned, because he truly felt awful for hurting you all that time.

“Then kiss me you dork.”

[elliewiltarwyn]

FFXIV Write 2024 | #14: Telling

Word Count: 628

3rd Astral Moon, 15th Sun, 1577 6UE

The city-states of the Eorzean Alliance have all had their particular unique nuisances. But so far, Ishgard is managing to outstrip them all.

We’re still tromping back and forth across the central Coerthas highlands - still trying to find any sort of clue to the location of Cid’s missing airship. The problem is that we are being hamstrung by the most frustrating obstacle possible: noblemen and their politicking. They had been obstinate and off-putting enough when we sought their aid even before the reveal of draconic rosaries stashed within packages trafficked by one of the High Houses; the manner in which the one guard captain had brusquely informed us “your request will, of course, need to be postponed, for it is the duty of every Ishgardian to root out and destroy heretics—all else must wait until this matter is resolved” was… well, if Longhart hadn’t outright stamped on my foot, I likely would have blasted the smug bastard right then and there with a Stone spell (and likely landed us in even deeper trouble, putting us even further from our goal, but come on).

Getting conscripted into defending this frail lordling from these accusations of heresy was also immensely frustrating… if just in the sense of, even when we’re so distracted from our main purpose in these lands, there’s no way I can turn my eyes away when there’s such a blatantly obvious miscarriage of justice happening before them. There was something obscene about the sheer speed with which the inquisitor moved to charge and convict Lord Francel, while simultaneously ensuring that nobody would bother lifting a finger to answer our one simple question. They’re so wrapped up in finding heretics in every lingering shadow that they can’t be arsed to assist a small adventurers’ party with one simple request…

I have many thoughts about what Ishgard regards as heresy and how it levies accusations of such, and none of them are kind—and it is telling how corrupt these structures are if these brazen, careless accusations are enough to nearly murder an innocent man. (And on that note, what the hells kind of justice system is Witchdrop!? Awfully convenient that either outcome leads to the death of those who stand trial atop it. Do they not see how easily a system like that can be leveraged to execute politically inconvenient foes—well. That’s very much the point, isn’t it…)

If naught else, at least Lord Haurchefant, the garrison commander of Camp Dragonhead, was gracious enough for our assistance in saving Lord Francel to grant us hospitality in spare quarters ere we continue our quest. It would turn out that I’d learn some further secrets in those bunks later that night… but if I’m being honest, I don’t fully feel comfortable even writing those revelations in this private journal, as they concern someone else’s past traumas that were evoked by witnessing the farce upon Witchdrop.

However, I still find it necessary to note that, in response, I ended up telling Lily about myself and one of my own past traumas. She’s…the first person I’ve told since joining the Scions that I was born male - a situation I would bet gil on the Holy See finding heretical in some inane fashion. And she reacted in the exact opposite manner from the last person I told; she gave me a great big hug and thanked me for trusting her enough to tell her that.

I didn’t necessarily doubt that Lily would accept me for who I was, but I must admit it’s deeply relieving to actually have that out in the open. Maybe there’s something to the idea of trusting the people around me enough to tell them something like that.

[artandthebible]

The Meeting of David and Abigail

Artist: Sir Peter Paul Rubens (Flemish, 1577 - 1640)

Genre: Religious Art

Date: 1639

Medium: Oil on Panel

Collection: National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC

Description

This biblical narrative, recounted in 1 Samuel 25:2–42, describes an episode during David's exile in the wilderness in southern Judah. David, in need of provisions, sent some of his men to request aid from a wealthy sheep farmer named Nabal, whose herd David had let graze unmolested all winter. The sheep farmer curtly refused their request. Infuriated, David set out with 400 armed men to seek revenge. Nabal's wife, Abigail, having learned of David's impending attack, quickly packed generous provisions—including bread, wine, meat, and fruit—on the backs of donkeys, and set out to intercept David and his soldiers. She pleaded with David to forego his punitive action, reminding him that he was fighting the Lord's battles and should not allow evil into his life. Abigail returned home and her joyous news caused her husband's heart to die "within him, and he became as a stone." Upon hearing of Nabal's death, David assumed that God had acted to support his cause and rejoiced, after which he promptly sent servants to ask Abigail to marry him. She consented and became David's second wife.

[espyunes]

[fanfic] Kaveh // Catching Klefki

Genshin Pokemon AU | How Kaveh loses his key but gains a new friend. [Word count: 1577] General headcanons

Kaveh raises a hand over his head, blocking the sun from his eyes as he raises his gaze from the blueprint in his hands and looks over the plot of land. He feels the ghost sensation of a headache creeping up at the back of his head. 

"Will that be all?" He asks one of the surveyors. There were still things he needed to work on, and the time certainly wasn't going to stop and wait for him. Even with the looming threat of a headache growing on him. Plus, it was still quite a trek back to Sumeru City if he wants to be home in time for a warm dinner. What he wouldn't do for a bath. 

"That should be all, thank you Mr. Kaveh. Your presence today has been more than helpful." 

Kaveh scratches the back of his neck, waving the echoed sentiments across the group. He hopes his laugh doesn't sound as awkward to them as it does to him. "It's no problem really." 

Kaveh waves as he leaves the site and over to the tents set up for the working crew. He collects his things, Mehrak storing his copy of blueprints away. He pats himself down as his eyes scan for anything else he could have possibly forgotten when he realizes he doesn’t have one of the most important things on his person.

“Where are my keys?!” 

Kaveh pats his pockets once, then twice, then one more time just in case. There’s no sign of them inside. It’s fine… maybe it was mixed up in the things I gave Mehrak. 

But that doesn’t seem to be the case either. He instructs Mehrak to search for the keys in its inventory, yet it only flashes him a sad look. A clear no. No keys in Mehrak. He scratches his head, a frown forming on his face and his temples pulsating. He scans the ground, searches under the tables and stools nearby. Nothing, not a single sign of his golden key and lion charm. 

Kaveh is moments away from tearing his hair out. He knew he brought his keys with him today! He made absolutely sure to triple check that he grabbed his key before Al-Haitham accidentally nabbed it this morning too. 

He goes on to release Duosion and Umbreon from their pokeballs to request their help before asking around the other workers if they’ve caught sight of his key. His hope dwindles after each person answers an apologetic no. Kaveh is teetering on the line of asking them to help him look while he retraces all the areas he walked today. 

At the seventh person, Duosion comes zooming over and knocks into his shoulder with a bubbling cry. She bounces side to side and Kaveh understands quickly. “Lead the way!” There must be a reason she’s asking him to follow rather than bringing the key to him if she found them, after all. 

He runs after her through the foliage of Sumeru’s forest, it's a ways away from where he expected to be guided. Was she even bringing him to his key? Or was this another dispute between Duosion’s brains that’s brought him to a misunderstanding?

Kaveh pushes past the thick drooping leaves of a tree and is about to ask where Duosion is going when he stops in his tracks. “Oh–”

Umbreon spares him a glance, then faces ahead once again to the Pokemon caught in the clearing. Tangled up in vines and moss was a Klefki, jingling as it tried to shake out of its unfortunate entrapment. There, in the middle of its usual keys, was a familiar golden piece still accompanied by the lion charm Kaveh was scammed out of but kept because it was both endearing to look at and a painful reminder. 

“You– my key–” Kaveh stammers, slowly approaching until he stands next to Umbreon. With him there, the dark type relaxed, sitting and beginning to groom his fur while Kaveh tried to wrap his head around things. 

His key was clearly eaten! What was it they said about Klefki? They only adorn their favorites? What luck Kaveh has, which is dripping with sarcasm as the thought passes in his head. 

“Alright you two, standby but don’t threaten it alright?” He instructs, raising his hands out and slowly approaching. The Klefki struggles a little harder at the sight of him growing closer, but then Kaveh sees the fight drain out of it as it slumps in its place. 

“Hey there…” Kaveh starts softly, feeling bad for its predicament. “Will you let me help you out of there?”

The Klefki shifts to look at him then remains still, even as his hands slowly raise up to start detangling the Pokemon. He does his best not to yank or tug too hard lest he hurt the Pokemon. With his key now hanging off the Pokemon’s ring, he isn’t quite sure what to do with himself. 

He steps back once the Pokemon is freed, waiting with a baited breath for the Klefki to run away like he was expecting. 

Instead, it jumps around in the air, looking quite happy to be able to move again. Then it moves towards Kaveh, hovering in front of him. 

“Your key there.” Kaveh points, seeing now that it wasn’t going to flee. His golden key gleams in the sunlight streaming through the leaves above. It felt nearly mocking. “It’s uh– it’s actually mine.” Duosion bumps into his back, an encouraging nudge. Kaveh clears his throat, pulling one from his pocket and showing Klefki the pokeball. “Would you perhaps care for a battle? While being on my team would be nice since you’re wearing it now, the sentiment really feels nice knowing you actually like it so much.” 

Goodness knows he wouldn’t be willing to catch a Pokemon only for the benefit of having his key back. It doesn’t seem to be his anymore anyways, now part of a whole living creature. It’d be quite the joke to tell Al-Haitham and be able to prove it too. 

In the end, Kaveh would leave the choice in Klefki’s hand. A fair battle if the Pokemon chooses it. 

The keys clink together in a jingle as it hops. Kaveh grins. 

“Alright Umbreon, lend me a hand?” 

“I’m home!” Kaveh opens the door, patting Klefki on the point of its key-shaped head with a gentle hand. “Thank you.” He says in a murmur. How agreeable his new team member is! 

“Your dinner is in the fridge, since you took so long to come lumbering in. I had almost assumed you had made a detour to Lambad’s.” Came the familiar drawl of his roommate. 

“Excuse you, I had quite the pleasant detour, and it wasn’t anywhere near Lambad’s.” Kaveh rolls his eyes. Al-Haitham was lying on one of their divans, back facing the front entrance so it was clear Al-Haitham hadn’t caught onto the new presence in the house. Espeon, however, resting on his lap opens an eye and observes Kaveh’s new Pokemon with mild interest.  

He sees the exact moment Klefki’s little metal chime causes Al-Haitham’s page-turning hand to pause. “Kaveh…” 

“Yes?” 

“What was that noise?” 

“Oh, you know.” He waves a hand nonsensically despite the fact Al-Haitham can’t see it. Espeon uncurls from her spot and hops onto the ground. She accepts the usual head scratch greeting from Kaveh before craning her head up to Klefki. The steel-fairy type descends lower and chimes excitedly as Espeon sniffs at the closest key (coincidentally being Kaveh’s). 

He hears Al-Haitham sigh a moment after Espeon chirps. Kaveh stares at Al-Haitham from his crouched spot on the ground as he slowly turns, two-toned eyes landing on Klefki. 

“You had your keys eaten.”

“It’s quite apparent what happened.” Kaveh rolls his eyes.

Al-Haitham doesn’t even ask how– which, to be fair, Kaveh wouldn’t really be able to answer with substance– he simply shifts his gaze to Kaveh and the blonde has to deal with the brunt of his stare. 

“Come on, at least you don’t have to pester me about always forgetting about it or getting it caught on your key! I won’t even have to get a replacement or anything so I can still pay for this month’s rent.” Kaveh groans, rolling his eyes. He glanced to the side. At least Espeon and Klefki are making good friends. 

While he and Al-Haitham may argue and bicker day in and day out, Kaveh would prefer their Pokemon could get along as best as possible. He doesn’t quite know what he’d do other than enforce a bonding between two Pokemon of theirs (or avoidance, with the worst case possible. Fortunately, that is not necessary.) 

“Hm.” Is all he hears, “if you say so.” With that, he turns back to his book and finishes turning the page he was interrupted from doing before. 

Kaveh freezes, then his eyes narrow and he glares at the back of Al-Haitham’s head. He lets out a huff and then stands, telling Klefki to follow him down the hall back to his room for Kaveh to put his things away and change from his clothes. 

Not even a week later, Al-Haitham comes up to him right as he gets home and drops a familiar shaped key into his hand, no longer the same original gold. Klefki gives a questioning jingle next to him. 

“For emergencies.” 

And with that Kaveh is blinking at the shape of Al-Haitham walking away down the hall. 

[moussezi]

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[hrh-the-royals]

The Wedding Addition - Omoria / Part 1

Today, we introduce the fourth Kingdom this series, The Kingdom of Omoria. Here at Royal Collection's, we are going through a new series that explores the wedding tiara's of various queens and kingdom's. We'll be going in order of wedding date's unless there is a repeat! Let's take a trip through history together. Today, we'll be looking at the Kingdom of Omoria! For a fun fact about them, titles weren't used in the Kingdom until the occupation from Westonbury. Outside of those the main royal family, those with status were called Ekoi. When they freed themselves from the occupation, they still kept some semblance of the title system.

Traditional Headdress

Queen Dalia was the first queen of Omoria and married in 1577. During this period, traditional headdress were worn during weddings. It wouldn't be until 1671, that things would be shaken up with the introduction of dramatic crowns and tiaras.

The next would be Queen Sade who married into the family in 1600.

Queen Urbi, following the previous queens before her wore a version of the traditional headdress when she marred into the family in 1627.

Ekoi Oluchi, married into the family in 1653, marrying the Ekoi Amadu, the second son of Queen Urbi and King Abu ||.

Queen Cleo would marry Queen Akpan in 1669, also adoring the traditional headdress.

Next would come in later years, Lailani, 1st Duchess of Limmerick married into the family in 1922 and she opted to back to the roots and wear a traditional headdress.

Queen Yumna's Star Crown

Queen Yumna married into the family in 1671, prior to marriage of Queen Yumna, when it came to weddings, events and the like, traditional headdress were worn. It was Queen Yumna, as Crown Princess that pushed the evaluation of fashion, makeup and clothing. Largly shaping how the Kingdom of Omoria would be known today. One change being more larger, detailed and attention grabbing crowns and tiaras. This was first and most notably seen in her wedding crown. The large piece was first made in gold and used pearls as it's main setting, depicting the moon and stars. For this, Yumna turned in-house, fully developing the and expanding the roles of the court jewelers that had rarely been in use. She yarned for drama and creativity and as crown princess, she would have it. Later on, she had replica's made of in sliver and bronze as well. This wouldn't be the only piece that she would have introduced, it was just the first one she chose to debut.

Queen Jada would marry into the family in 1696, to then Crown Prince Kato. Following in her step-mother's footsteps, she wore Queen Yumna's Star Crown.

In 1733, Crown Princess Nala wore the sliver version of Queen Yumna's Star Crown.

Crystal Point Crown

In 1715, Queen Taiwo wore the Crystal Point Crown on her wedding day. For her wedding day, she chose the Crystal Point Crown. The crown made it's debut in 1690, once again, at the request of Queen Yumna. While Queen Yumna was fond of having replicas made to match her many outfits, she also favored customizable pieces. The Crystal Point Crown being one of those many pieces. The naming of the crown is rather obvious, given it's design and was first made with blue opal and sliver base. For her wedding day, Queen Taiwo opted for crystal stones and a gold base.

In 1955, the Crystal Point Crown would be worn again for a royal wedding when Esi, 2nd Duchess of Limmerick married. The Duchess opted to go with the design worn by Queen Taiwo.

Elke Laurel Bandeau

In 1734, Princess Elke married into the family to Prince Jamar ||. The two met through, then Crown Princess Nala. Elke grew up around the royals as her father worked for the court jeweler, though there was a different in age, the two girls often played together. Soon, she started to work under her father and quickly caught onto the trends set by Queen Yumna. After developing a relationship with the prince and with the acceptance of their wedding, she created the Elke Laurel Bandeau. Like the many pieces in the royal collection, Elke had various replicate's made.

In 1752, Queen Esi would marry into the family, wearing a sliver and sapphire version of the Elke Laurel Bandeau.

The Elke Laurel Bandeau would make it's wedding appearance for Queen Bitna in 1932, wearing a gold and onyx version of the crown.

Queen Yumna Moon Crown

Queen Izara would marry into the family in 1779. On her wedding day, she wore the Queen Yumna's Moon Crown. This piece was made in 1671, at the request of Queen Yumna as she shaped the countries fashion and culture. It was slated to be her wedding tiara but she instead went with the Star Crown. While the Moon Crown had been worn since, this was the first time it was worn for a wedding.

And with that! We end the post for now but keep your eyes out for the next post about the wedding tiara's of Omoria.

Royal Collect

[businessindustry]

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