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gliyerabaa · 20 days ago

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RAE. FOR THE ASK PROMPT. 41. PLEASE. THATS SO GLINDA.

MAT. RAT. HELLO. YES. 41.

my writing is so RUSTY i hope this drabble is okay

41. “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?”

Elphaba sighs in the thick sunbeams of morning, the light of the world heavy against her tired eyes.

Glinda shifts against her, reminding her she's not alone. She is warm and heavy, a very true and very real presence that Elphaba is not quite sure she'll ever be able to get used to.

Glinda yawns and blinks at her, those soft brown eyes containing a world of their very own. "Good morning, Elphie..." She presses a kiss to the corner of Elphaba's lips.

She's all pink-- her frilly nightgown, her rosy blush, the lace-trimmed pillows-- and she's all gold-- cascading curls of hair illuminated by sunlight against the yellow wallpaper of their dorm.

Glinda is full of hues of pink and gold and unbelievable warmth in Elphaba's world, which has only ever been cold and dark and bleak until now and Elphaba comes to a realization, a feeling so sudden and new--

"I..." She trails off as Glinda cozies up against her. She takes another moment to let the feeling become real. "Glinda, I think I'm happy..."

She wants to share this slow, special moment with Glinda. The first time she's felt such true, unfiltered joy in years.

But instead, Glinda snaps at her.

"You only think you're happy?!" Glinda pulls away from her, a flash of genuine frustration creasing her brow, "So... you aren't completely certain?"

Elphaba is taken aback. "Why are you mad?! I just said I'm happy-- I've never been happy before! This is big, don't you understand?"

"I do understand, but... but is it not a complete truth? Are you happy or not? Are you truly, and completely happy, or do you just think you are?"

"Glinda, you've never been one to get caught up in semantics like this--"

"Because, Elphie, when I am with you, I am perfectly, unashamedly, incandescently happy."

"... I've also never known you to use such big words this early in the morning..."

"And I... I supposed I always assumed you felt the same, but if you aren't completely certain in your feelings for me, then--"

"Glinda... My sweet..." Elphaba exhales a laugh, pressing her forehead against Glinda's and caressing her warm skin, "I love you. I love you so much. It's not a question of my happiness, I can promise you that. Your presence and your love fills me with a joy so complete and immeasurable and unquestionable. It's not the degree of my happiness that surprises me, it's the fact that I'm feeling it at all..."

The room stills as Glinda sinks into her, she understands.

"Elphie..." Glinda mutters into her shoulder, "You mean to tell me that you never once felt happiness as a child?"

"Not really."

Glinda shudders. Elphaba can tell she's crying. She's so much more empathetic than she'd lead anyone else to believe...

"Then I suppose it's my duty to help you make up for twenty years of lost happiness..."

...

#ask #answered #my writing #gelphie #wicked

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am-i-interrupting · 9 months ago

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Okay first off OMG THANK YOU FOR ACCEPTING ME REQUEST!! I loved it and I was wondering if it isn’t too soon like what was Vox x readers wedding like from the OATSH series I’m just wondering since they mentioned Vox was wearing his wedding ring so I wonder what their wedding was like I bet velvet made the brides and grooms suit and doing a absolute amazing job and why do I see Vox crying a bit like not water fall crying but like light produce section Mist crying. also why do I imagine Vox got turned on if he saw yn getting all angry and stuff 😅 also again thank you for accepting my request

Their wedding was actually in the 60s but this is how I imagine it.

To Feel Adored | OATSH

You wanted to continue to adjust and nitpick. You couldn’t keep your hands or your heart steady.

This was it. It was finally happening. You were getting married. It felt like a fantasy. It didn’t feel real. How could it be? How could this happen to you?

You adjusted your earrings even though they didn’t need it. It was a good thing Rosie hadn’t allowed you to hold your bouquet because you had no doubt it would be torn up petal by petal on the floor.

You gathered the soft fabric of your dress and ran your thumb over it. The dress was beautiful. Lace hugged your bust and collarbone creating an empire waist to the dress. The sleeves were long and bell shaped, cuffing at your wrists. The dress itself didn’t accentuate your curves but rather fell delicately over them.

A knock on the door.

“Come in!”

It barely creaked as it opened but your ears still turned to the sound. You saw your father’s reflection join your own in the mirror.

He wasn’t wearing his usual suit but it was similar enough. It had the same stripes in that reddish-pink color he was so found of but the base of the suit was white. He wore his stitched up at between his deer ears, his horns having grown big enough to peak out the top of it. He’d chosen his glasses instead of his monocle for the day. The rested carefully on the bridge of his nose. He smiled at you with those stained teeth of his.

“Are you ready, my deer?” he asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” you told him.

“Good.” He reached for your veil and placed it over your hair (which you’d decided to wear naturally) and face, no need for a clip when the holes for your fox ears would keep it in place just fine. “Let’s get this over with.”

He held his arm out to you. “I’m not going to die.”

“Ah, let’s not get stuck over semantics,” he said as you looked your arm in his.

He placed his hand atop of yours. You didn’t miss the small squeeze he gave it. You squeezed it back.

Rosie greeted you in the hall, Frank at her side. Rosie and Frank dressed in opposing colors. Frank dawning more light pinks instead of the usual whites while Rosie wore a nearly all black dress, the bust a pink that matched Frank but covered by a ribcage.

She finally handed you your bouquet. Irises, which reminded you of life in New Orleans, joined by red lupines and blue hydrangea. You felt yourself leaning against your father even more. Alastor held you steady.

You focused on the flowers in your hand as you walked toward the isle. You couldn’t look at anything else. You couldn’t breathe.

You just focused on the flowers and thought of every moment up until this point that had gotten you here. In both life and in death and you couldn’t believe that this was true, that it was happening, that it was real.

You took a deep breath and looked up. Immediately you were taken by his expression. Vox’s absolutely love-stricken eyes. The zap of electricity that went between his antennas, showing his rapid heart rate as your eyes met.

Then you were taken in by his outfit.

He did always look so handsome in dark colors. A dark black suit jacket hung open to reveal his white and blue stripped waistcoat, double breasted. His dress shirt beneath was black but von straws the the light purple tie he had so nicely. Vaguely, absently your registered that the purple matched the accents on your tail, ears, and hair.

He looked absolutely stunning.

You and Alastor got to the alter before you were ready. You didn’t even flinch when Alastor took Vox’s outstretched hand and used it to pull him closer before you could grab it.

“Hurt her and I will tear your soul apart bit by bit for all of Hell to hear, understand?”

“I—um,“ Vox barely even spared him a glance, too focused on you. “Yes.”

“Lovely.”

He let go of Vox and allowed him to take your hand. His own was grabbed by Rosie who was shaking her head as she pulled him to his seat.

“Was that necessary?”

“Very.”

You paid it no mind. You hand was in Vox’s. So delicately, he helped you up to the podium when you really needed no help at all or you couldn’t, if you could take your eyes off him.

In front of the podium, he carefully lifted the veil from your face and folded it atop your head. He let his hand carefully caress the side of your face. Then your hands joined together and the ceremony began.

It was all a blur, too focused on the man in front of you to truly process anything that was said. Just repeating the words you vaguely registered and taking the rings off of the pillow Vark held in his mouth, until the line you had been waiting for came:

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Vox didn’t have time to react as you quickly grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a kiss. He nearly fell back due the force but gripping your waist, he managed to not go backwards. You surged forward and wrapped your other arm around his shoulder and kept him close. His hands went between your shoulder blades.

You pulled away. No longer bride and groom but husband and wife.

A large meal had been made mainly by Rosie and Alastor though there were a few things you saw that you knew neither would have been able to make so someone else must have been involved. Everything had been labeled, however, with ingredients so no one who didn’t favor cannibalism would be subjected to it.

There were, of course, speeches to be made which began when Alastor stood and whipped out his microphone. Within the company of only friends and family, there was a bit of ability to let down some of those fortress walls of his, aided by the whiskeys you’d seen him take back both before the ceremony and now.

“In life, you were one of the few I cared for and in death that remains the same. However, recently I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that you have grown up and you did it without me. So, although I may no longer be the center of your world anymore, know you shall always be the center of mine and know that should anyone hurt you I will not hesitate to take the time and energy to host a broadcast so excruciating that he will deafen himself and all those in hell with the sound of his screams.”

Your rolled your eyes as the last part was spoken directly to Vox.

“You have and will always be,” Alastor reached out for you hand, “my best accomplishment and so long as you are happy, I can live a fulfilling afterlife.”

Alastor kissed your hand and squeezed it. You squeezed back.

Alastor looked at Vox as he gently placed your hand on the table and twirled his microphone before it was engulfed in shadow. A silent competition.

“Well, I know when to take a cue,” Vox said as he stood. “Now, I’ll admit defeat and say this one time that words are not my strongest skill. I am far better suited with visuals.”

Vox brought out a television. His back facing you prevented you from seeing what he was doing but you heard the click of a button before the television began booting up. Vox moved to the side.

“There was no day in my life more special than the day I met you and no day more devastating than when I lost you,” Vox said as the television flickered one last time before it settled.

You saw something you didn’t know. You saw the day the two of you met from Vox’s perspective. You had been too busy adjusting every detail of your appearance so you played the part that you hadn’t seen him glance through the window of the door and see you, stare at you for a moment before he shook himself and took a few steps so he could make a grand entrance.

“Getting to know you was the greatest adventure of my life.”

You were shown spinning around with your arms open as you spoke to him, that day you met. No words came from the television but you remembered them. Him pointing at night, leaning against you as you held him upright came on screen next.

“I will never meet another so kind—“ you in your waitress outfit topping off a costumer— “and righteous—“ you in a snow white dress, dragging a knife down a man’s Adam apple in a darkened alleyway (when had that happened?)— “and beautiful as you.”

The two of you in that bloodstained cabin. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder, cheek squished up and hair damp, curled, and frizzy. He had it wrapped around his finger.

“In life or in death, there is no one I would rather spend eternity with. No one else could ever compare to you. You saved me in ways that I can’t even explain and sparked me to life again after I died in more ways than just physically. I have lived in a reality without you in it and it caused nothing but pain.”

Vox climbing up the ladder in life, angry, snapping, alone. Vox climbing up the ladder in death with you by his side. He was smiling and dancing and waking up content with you atop his chest, hand over his heart, making sure he was alright.

“I came to the realization years ago but it remains true. I would rather not exist at all than exist without you.”

The television flickered off. Vox moved to sit down, next to you once again but he didn’t get the chance as you met him halfway with a hug. You squeezed his middle as you pressed yourself into his chest.

“I love you,” you said, muffled by his suit.

He held you just as tightly. “I love you too.” You both stayed like that for a moment.

Vox’s hand rubbed up and down you back. He looked over your head at Alastor. There seemed to be something in that brief moment, an understanding of how much they both cared about you between one another. It was gone the next moment as contempt came to Alastor’s expression.

“Let’s go sit, doll,” Vox said softly.

You let him drag you back to your seat, though neither of you let go of one another.

There were a few other speeches given.

One from Mimzy that was oddly heartwarming, about watching you grow up and getting to see you now. Of course, she had to throw in a quip about the money you and Vox had as overlords and you had to roll your eyes.

There was one from Rosie about how wonderful love could be and how she was so happy that you’d found it. She wished you both a happy afterlife together.

A couple others from very close friends but for two influential people, the wedding was actually rather small. It was intimate. Not broadcasted or recorded, not a public spectacle.

Then it was time for cake. You and Vox were both handed a knife. His arm was wrapped around your back, holding you close. Alastor summoned his microphone once again for a countdown.

“Three, two, cut!”

You and Vox both went to cut the cake but your knife sliced through faster. You turned to look at him with a smug smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

You continued to do so.

“You act like it wasn’t obvious who the true head of the household is,” Alastor chimed in.

“I—“

Vox rolled his eyes with a scowl.

“Oh, come on, baby, we all knew it,” you said, forcing him to look at you as you grabbed his lapels and mocked his pout.

Vox continued to look down at you unamused. He moved to tap your nose with his knife but you were faster. You wrapped your lips around it and licked off the cake and icing mixture. You hummed, it tasted divine. Vox blushed.

“Alright, alright,” Rosie said, with her hands over Alastor’s eyes, “let’s safe that for the honeymoon.”

“Mmm, no, let’s save that for never,” Alastor said as he gently moved Rosie’s wrist away from his face.

The first song you’d ever humored Vox in with dancing played over the radio. You looked up at him as you shook your head.

“Is your goal today to make me cry?” you asked.

“It’s not the goal,” he said as he grabbed your hand, “the goal is to show you how much I adore you. Is it working?”

He began leading you in a waltz. “Yes, very much so,” you said.

You placed your head on his shoulder. You let him drag you through motion to motion. You let yourself get lost in the rhythm.

You opened your eyes and over his shoulder you saw Vark following behind his every step. You smiled.

“I think someone wants to dance,” you said, voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, believe me, it’s been a challenge not to trip over him,” Vox replied.

You laughed lightly and closed your eyes again.

A couple seconds later you felt a hammerhead begin to push your legs and Vox’s legs apart. You laughed as Vox looked down unamused.

Vark looked up at the two of you with his best puppy eyes so of course you picked him up. He was getting heavy but that was okay. With the combined effort of you and Vox, you both held him between you as you finished the dance.

All together, a nice little family you made.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #one author two show hosts

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leosficlist · 1 month ago

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Parentlock Part 4

Coming at you once again with a list of some BBC Johnlock parentlock goodness. Most of these are love confessions and first kisses, because that it how I roll as always <3

Parentlock Part 1, Parentlock 2, Parentlock 3

The Crooked Thing by bookjunkiecat @savvyblunders 9k words

A few years down the road, John finds himself back at Baker Street, raising his daughter with his best friend and about as happy as he's been in his life. Having given up dating, he focuses on Rosie, on work, on his partnership with Sherlock. John doesn't expect anything to change, but a question from his daughter about her mother leads him to watch the video from his wedding. And in doing so, John sees something he never realized before. The only question is, what to do with the revelation? Ignore it...or find the courage to act.

There’s Always Three of Us by itsallfine 1.7k

Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Your Daughter by agirlsname @agrlsname 9.3k words

Five times Sherlock held John's baby and one time he held John.

John didn't forgive Mary for shooting Sherlock, so the end of HLV didn't happen. When the baby comes John lives with Sherlock at Baker Street, and they take care of the newborn together. Sherlock adores her more than he's prepared for. Oh, and he might have something important to confess to John...

notes: absolutely beautiful devotional from Sherlock to the babygirl, who has no name mentioned.

A Warm Winter by nutmeag83 5.8k

It's just after the holidays, and Sherlock is bored. He finds some yarn in the attic and decides to learn how to knit so he can make Rosie a hat, all while trying to come up with ways to make sure the Watsons stay at Baker Street for good.

notes: fluffy fluff, platonic life partners

To a Friend Who Sent Me Roses by AlgySwinburne 16.1k words

Five times Sherlock is mistaken for John’s partner and Rosie’s father, and one time it isn’t a mistake.

notes: slowly drifting together, some lovely tension until they end up together, kissing in public

Wednesday (the best day of all) UnrelentingHost 4.7k words

Sherlock picks up Rosie from daycare like he does every Wednesday, but today he's not Sherlock anymore. Apparently he's 'Daddy'. Fuck, what to tell John?

Rosie's Father by LiveAndLetLive 1.7k words

They were not expecting that to be Rosie's first word.

From the Mouths of Babes by LadyTuesday 3.6k words

Rosie uses a word that leaves Sherlock baffled and John amused. And forces the Baker Street Boys to define just what Sherlock's role is.

i.e. Rosie calls Sherlock "Papa"; Sherlock argues semantics while John confronts the real question

Shift by stopthat 48.5k

Sherlock is tired. John senses a shift.

“I’m tired, John,” He murmurs. Barely a whisper. John swallows, feeling irrationally helpless.

“I can see that,” He responds quietly, tracing an eyebrow with the pad of his thumb. “Sleep, then,” He can hear the crack in his own voice—a perfect match for the one in his chest. He hopes that Sherlock won’t notice, won’t try to pick it all apart.

“Not what I meant,” He rumbles, as he drifts off and away, leaving John alone in wakefulness to wonder what the hell had just happened.

notes: wonderful, amazing, going on my forever list, their misunderstandings are so in character, nonstop fluff and love confessions, truly a feel better post s4 fic

Everything Here is Just Ducky by Ragazza_Guasto @artisanbloodbank 3k words

Sherlock handed Rosie her bee, acknowledged John’s inability to work the pram without comment and, again, together they managed to get everything settled for a day out. They’d always been a well-oiled machine and he guessed parenting had just become another thing they were on the same page with, alongside crime-fighting and puzzle-solving.

notes: John realizes what he has a chance at and decides to grab onto it

Perception is Everything by JulzSnape 2.6k words

Five year old Rosie Watson becomes curious after her first exposure to 'gay people'. Her curiosity and penchant for asking blunt questions gets John into a bit of a tight spot with Sherlock. Only, Rosie may have been a bit more calculating with her questions than her father and Godfather ever expected.

notes: Rosie asking about feelings, John has a long think and Sherlock is soft and open, love confessions

Consultive Detective to-be by GayAvocad0 5.4k words

“Yes Papa,” Rosie said hopping off the bench and on the ground. Sherlock froze at the nickname and left Rosie confused with her hand outstretched toward him for a few seconds. “Are you okay?” This question brought the man back to reality. Or: Rosie starts to call Sherlock Papa, and after a few revelations on Sherlock's part, she tries to set him up with her father. Smart Rosie, flustered Sherlock and confused John.

notes: Rosie is truly a meddling matchmaker in this one

Of Madmen and Teddy Bears by softiejace 985 words

“It suits her,” John says, patting the toddler’s back. Rosie gives him a satisfied look out of her deep blue eyes, sucking on her pacifier.

Something unfolds in John’s heart like the petals of a flower.

“Looks like we got ourselves a little teddy bear,” he murmurs.

“Yes, well, I believe that was sort of the idea. Of the, um. Designer.” Sherlock clears his throat and John laughs, rising onto his toes to kiss him.

notes: fluffy slice of life

#parentlock roundup #parentlock #bbc johnlock #rosie watson

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mistresslrigtar · 29 days ago

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Shamelessly reblogging! My dearest, beloved, ne'er-do-well Captain Araki is part of this amazing collection of Original Legend stories. For those of you who have been reading, would you consider leaving my dirty rotten scoundrel a review? Review Form

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Here are some classic Araki moments (in case you want to hop aboard the King of Red Lions and join his rag-tag crew. 😅

“That has got to be the princess, and the old-timer failed to mention his daughter is beautiful.”

“Well, she was just a baby the last time he saw her.” Groose points out, not sounding as enthusiastic as Link feels. Are they looking at the same woman?

“Semantics.” Link waves his stick toward the balcony. “Beautiful baby equals a beautiful woman. Things just became a lot more interesting. Rescue her and find a priceless treasure? It’s a win-win, Groose.”

“This the princess?” Groose’s eyes rake over Zelda, and she crosses her arms protectively over her chest.

“I guess?” Link glances over at her. With the arrival of Groose’s brawny presence, she’s finally clammed up and looks between them, nervously twisting her fingers together, with a deep furrow creasing her brows. All her bravado with him has dissipated and Link tries to imagine what all of this must seem like from her point of view. “You are Princess Zelda, right?”

“You didn’t make sure before you took her?” Groose shakes his head and throws his hands up.

Link shrugs, crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby tree. She’s never corrected him when he’s referred to her as royalty. “How many princesses can there be?”

Shifting his position, Link inclines his head to whisper in her ear, his voice low and smooth. “As I said, Zelda, we’re going to Seven Star Isle, but I might be persuaded to make a quick detour along the way if you have dinner with me.”

He watches as a rosy flush creeps up from the neckline of her tunic, spreading over her cheeks at his proximity. Her breath hitches ever so slightly, and her fingers twitch against her thigh. When she moistens her lips, Link thinks he may come undone, and he yearns to run his fingers along the smooth skin of her exposed collarbones–sure to be soft as velvet–and press his lips to hers. To give her a real kiss this time, instead of the one they shared for the sole purpose of throwing Linebeck off their scent. One certain to heighten all her senses and leave her wanting more. She’s unlike any woman he’s ever encountered. His mind races with thoughts of showing her the world beyond her sheltered life in the castle. To be the man that sweeps her off her feet, if only she’d give him the chance.

A quiet intake of breath is all the warning he receives before Zelda’s hand connects with his cheek in a sharp slap. Link snaps out of his daydream and meets Zelda’s blazing green eyes, with surprise and confusion.

Quickly covering his disappointment, he pulls back and gives her a wolfish grin. “Is that a no?”

“You’re a dirty rotten scoundrel!” Shoving his chest, Zelda whirls around and storms to the ladder. Stumbling back, cheek still stinging, Link finds her even more alluring, and his eyes glint mischievously as he watches her march across the deck below.

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