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c-e-d-dreamer · 1 year ago

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I Was Enchanted To Meet You: Part One

A/N: Happy @elucienweekofficial lovelies! I'm super excited to share this fic with you all! I'll be posting a new part every day for the remainder of Elucien Week! Now, when I last watched Disney's Enchanted, it was so clear that Elain IS Giselle and Lucien IS Robert (and Cassian is absolutely the himbo prince and Nesta is Idina Menzel), and nothing says Magic, today's prompt, like that movie, right? So, hopefully, everyone agrees and everyone enjoys :)

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Elain

The music is light and melodic as it floats around her. It twists around her limbs like a warm, summer’s breeze, like sunlight, filling her chest with a blooming warmth that digs its roots deep between her ribs. Elain follows the steps with ease, gliding across the floor and twirling around with each swell of the song.

But it’s the hand at the small of her back, the other one that’s equally warm and steady clasped with her own, that truly draws Elain’s attention. There’s something so familiar yet unfamiliar in the feel of them against her body, in the way they curl around her fingers. Something that settles deep in her veins, that leaves her feeling safe, that has her feeling like home.

She twirls around again, and a face comes swimming into view, and those eyes…

Elain wakes with a quiet gasp, her eyes snapping open. She blinks a few times, her heart still fluttering away in her chest, before her surroundings come back into focus. Sunlight spills in through the open windows and into her cottage, long golden streaks bouncing off the wood, leaving shimmering spotlights across the blankets on her bed. Just outside she can hear the sweet songs of the birds of the forest, ready to start their morning.

“Elain?”

Elain glances to her right and smiles when she finds that Pip has climbed up onto her bed. The chipmunk tilts his head in concern, wide eyes blinking up at her.

“Oh, Pip,” Elain sighs longingly, holding her hands to her chest like she can still feel those hands curled around her fingers. “I had the most wondrous dream. There was a prince and we were dancing to a beautiful melody.”

“A prince?” Pip asks, hopping across the mattress to follow Elain when she gets up from the bed.

“Yes, and he had these eyes…” Elain’s steps pause in the middle of the room, that final image of her dream flashing across her mind like a swirling mist she can’t quite grasp onto. “He was my true love. I’m sure of it.”

“Well, we’ll just have to find him then. What did he look like?”

Elain hums consideringly, settling her hands on her hips. She tries to think how best to describe her prince, how to paint a perfect picture of everything that he was, but her mind keeps coming up blank. There simply aren’t the right words when it comes to that face, to that feeling that had washed over her so surely and taken up roots between her ribs even still now that she’s awake. He was everything, but that doesn’t really help or answer Pip’s question. But then an idea strikes her.

“We’re going to need some help,” Elain declares, striding over to the window of her cottage.

Cupping her hand to her mouth, Elain leans out the window and sings a tune, the forest around her quick to answer the melody back to her. She steps back just as her forest friends begin to crowd around the cottage and to clamber in through the window. Rabbits and squirrels and deer and bluebirds and foxes all flood into the space, peering up at her with wide eyes and wide smiles, clearly all happy to see her and excited to help. It has light warmth swelling and pitter pattering away between her ribs, so lucky to have so many forest friends.

“Oh, I’m so glad that you all can help,” Elain tells the animals gathered, making sure to smile at each and every one. “We’ll need to gather all the supplies we can to help recreate my true love.”

“Alright alright,” Pip claps his paws together, having climbed up onto Elain’s table. “Let’s get to work, people! We need to build this true love while it’s still ingrained in her subcranium.”

Pip continues to clap his paws together to get everyone moving, but it works, all of Elain’s forest friends jumping into action. The bluebirds fly to grab the fabric near Elain’s spinning wheel while the rabbits push over her dress form. Elain takes the fabric with a quiet thanks, draping it across the shoulders of the dress form like a jacket. She stands back to admire her work and adjusts the fabric until it’s to her liking, but then a nudge against her hand draws her attention. She glances down to find her deer friends, each with a bundle of white wildflowers in their mouth.

“Thank you so much,” Elain tells them, taking the wildflowers and arranging them so they act as trimming along the makeshift jacket she’s created for her prince.

“How’s this, Elain?” the owl asks, place long, autumn leaves on the head of the dress form so they drape like hair along the shoulders.

Elain smiles widely as she admires the color, almost a perfect match for the shade she remembers from her dream. “Just perfect.”

“And these for the eyes?” one of the rabbits questions, holding up two acorns.

Elain gasps quietly, plucking both the acorns from the rabbit’s paws and holding them up. “How did you know? The color practically burns just like his.” She settles the acorns securely in the makeshift face she’s created atop the dress form, stepping back once more and letting out a happy sigh. “There. He’s perfect.”

“Is he finished?” Pip asks. “Let's see this prince then.”

“Now presenting… my one true love,” Elain announces, turning the dress form around so all her forest friends can see. All the animals gathered ooo and ah, and Elain’s smile grows at their reaction. She turns her own attention back to the recreation of her prince, but then her eyes widen and she frowns. “Oh, no. I forgot to give him lips.”

One of the deer tilts its head confusedly. “Does he have to have lips?”

“Of course he does. How else are we meant to share true love’s kiss?” Elain explains gently before spinning back toward her recreated prince and curling her arms around the dress form. “I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss and a prince I’m hoping comes with this. That's what brings ever-aftering so happy.” She twirls around with her prince, a mirror to the way they had danced in her dream, as she continues to sing, “and that's the reason we need lips so much, for lips are the only things that touch. So, to spend a life of endless—”

Elain’s singing stutters to an abruptive stop when she realizes that none of her forest friends are even looking at her anymore. Instead, each of her friends’ gaze is all but glued toward the window of her cottage, each pair of eyes wide and fearful. Some of the rabbits are even pointing frantically behind Elain, toward that very same window.

It has all of the hairs on the back of Elain’s neck standing up, trepidation flooding through her veins like ice water. Swallowing hard, Elain turns around slowly, coming face to face with what appears to be a giant eyeball.

“I’ve been dreaming of a true love’s kiss,” a deep voice rumbles, Elain’s entire cottage seeming to shake with the reverberations.

A troll.

There’s a troll outside of Elain’s cottage and peering in at her. Her heart pounds away even as it lodges itself firmly in her throat. All of her forest friends quickly flee, and Elain frantically turns in place, trying desperately to decide the best way for her to escape. The loud, crashing sound of splintering wood echoes around her and is her only warning before the large, green hand of the troll breaks through the window and wall of her cottage and reaches inside. Elain just barely dances out of the reach of those grasping fingers and runs for the door, clambering out of her cottage and up the tree it’s built into.

She climbs higher and higher amongst the branches, but one glance over her shoulder and she finds the troll following just behind her. She quickens her pace, racing onto another branch, but as she gets closer to the end, she realizes she has nowhere left to go, even worse when the troll climbs onto the very same branch and the combined weight sends the branch dipping dangerously.

That green hand reaches for her again, and Elain lets out an alarmed cry and squeezes her eyes shut, accepting her fate and waiting for those fingers to curl around her, but it never comes. Confused, Elain slowly opens her eyes again and peers over her shoulder. The troll is still there, his hand still half outstretched toward her, but there’s a sword now lodged into the wood of the branch, pinning the troll’s hand in place.

“Fear not, fair maiden,” a voice comes from below. “I have come to rescue you.”

Elain looks toward the ground and finds a prince astride a horse. Her prince. He’s come to rescue her. Elain’s heart flutters, and she tries to offer her prince a smile in thanks, but the branch beneath her gives a terrifying groan, still unsteady beneath the weight of her and the troll. She’s not sure how much longer it will hold them, so with a yelp, Elain jumps for the closest branch of the next tree. Her fingers just barely close around the bark, and relief washes over Elain as the loss of her weight sends the troll flying through the sky in the opposite direction.

The relief is short-lived, though, as Elain’s grip on the tree branch starts to slip. She tries to curl her fingers tighter, tries to pull herself up and more firmly onto the branch, but it seems to be futile.

“Pip,” Elain calls out desperately.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ve got you,” Pip tells her, hopping over to the branch and grabbing at Elain’s fingers with his hands.

But it’s not enough. Despite Pip’s and her own best effort, Elain’s fingers finally slip. She lets out a scream as she goes hurtling toward the ground, her whole body tensing up in anticipation, in fear. And yet, the ground never comes up to meet her. Instead, it’s strong arms that wrap around Elain’s body, holding her secure, holding her safe.

Elain blinks her eyes open in surprise and is greeted by bright, hazel eyes peering down at her. Soft, dark curls fall along the prince’s temples and cheeks to his shoulders, and when their gazes meet, a wide smile pulls its way across the prince’s face until a dimple pops in his left cheek, almost a mirror to the scar running through his right eyebrow.

“Are you alright, fair maiden?” the prince asks.

“I am now,” Elain assures him, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear. “And please. Call me Elain.”

“Oh, Elain. We shall be married in the morning,” the prince declares, taking both her hands in his. “You’re the fairest maid I’ve ever met. You were made…”

“To finish your duet.”

~ * * * ~

Prince Cassian was right. They were to be married in the morning, which is how Elain finds herself clambering out of a carriage in front of the Andalasia castle. She barely has time to admire the gorgeous white stone, the vines and flowers curling up and around the turrets, the bright blue waterfall that sends water cascading down the side of one of the walls. Instead, Elain hurriedly smoothes out the white fabric of her dress, rushing up the front steps of the castle.

“Wait up, Elain,” Pip cries out behind her. “We’re not finished with you yet.”

But Elain doesn’t have time. She’s already running terribly late, and she can’t leave Prince Cassian waiting a moment longer. She doesn’t want to wait another moment either. She’s to marry her true love today. A moment she’s been dreaming about for forever. Two of her bluebird friends fly over her, gently placing a tiara into her hair as she continues to hurry forward.

“Oh, thank you so much,” Elain tells them, pushing open the large double doors that lead into the castle.

Elain is just crossing over the bridge, the church in sight just ahead, when an old woman pops up in front of her. Elain lets out a soft cry of surprise, nearing tumbling backwards as her steps stutter to such an abrupt stop. The woman smiles up at Elain, the gesture showing off her crooked teeth, and Elain can see strands of gray hair tucked beneath the hood of the cloak the woman is wearing.

“What a pretty bride,” the woman says, her dark eyes dancing over Elain’s dress.

“That’s very kind of you,” Elain tells her, trying to side step around the woman. “But I really must—”

“No, wait!” the woman exclaims, grabbing onto Elain’s wrist. “I have a wedding gift for you, my dear.”

Elain tries to pull her arm free, tries to find the right words to say to politely explain that she simply does not have time, but it doesn’t seem to deter the old woman. She continues to lead Elain further away, and Elain can do nothing but stare forlornly at the church, at her prince waiting for her there.

“It’s a wishing well,” the old woman explains, leading Elain to a waterfall of glittering water.

“But I’m going to be late,” Elain tries to offer again. “And all my wishes are already coming true.”

“But a wish on your wedding day is the most magical of all,” the old woman argues, continuing to tug at Elain until they’re standing right in front of that sparkling water. “Just close your eyes and make a wish.”

Elain hesitates for a moment, once again glancing over her shoulder and toward the church, but the old woman’s hand curls around her shoulder, nudging her attention back to the wishing well. She supposes there really is no harm in making a wish, and as the woman said, it would be especially magical to make one on her wedding day. This way she could ensure she and Prince Cassian really do have everything they both want. That they really do live happily ever after. So, with a soft sigh, Elain closes her eyes and clasps her hands together. She allows all her warmth, all her happiness and love and positive thoughts to bloom deep in her chest. Allows that feeling to bleed into her veins and flood all the way down to her toes. Allows that feeling to fill her mind with every dream she’s ever had of true love and happily ever after.

“I wish…”

But before Elain can finish speaking, she falls forward, tumbling down and down into the darkness below.

~ * * * ~

Lucien

“You never cared about Gordie the way I do!”

Lucien sighs softly, rubbing his fingers against his temples and the throbbing that’s begun to take up home there. It has him starting to wonder if he should have ever taken this case in the first place. He had sworn to Eris that he could handle it, that it would be a walk in the park. And now they're arguing over hockey trading cards. Already, he can imagine how his brother must be laughing at him.

“Mr. Vanserra?” Lucien looks up at the sound of his name, finding Vassa sticking her head through the door, the redhead offering him a sympathetic smile when their gazes meet. “It’s time.”

With a nod, Lucien turns back to the other lawyer sitting across from him, raising his voice so he can be heard over the still arguing couple. “I have to go pick up my daughter. Continue at nine tomorrow morning?”

Once the other lawyer agrees, Lucien gathers up his papers and files, shoving them all into his portfolio and standing up from the table. He meets Vassa at the door, and she hands over his work briefcase, both of them rushing toward the front doors of the office.

“I can’t believe after all that you still want to get married,” Vassa comments, her eyes flickering back toward the door and the voices still carrying from within the room.

“It’s different with me and Nesta,” Lucien tells her, taking his jacket next and tugging it on. “We understand each other’s strengths and weaknesses. We know we’re building something strong.”

Vassa snorts amusedly. “Are you proposing marriage or a business deal?”

“Yeah, sure. Laugh it up,” Lucien remarks dryly with a roll of his eyes. “But when our marriage is a success because there's no unrealistic expectations, you'll be jealous.”

“You’re just such a romantic,” Vassa quips back sarcastically as Lucien pushes through the glass doors that lead to and from the firm.

“Of course I am.”

~ * * * ~

Thankfully, Willow isn’t the last child still in the aftercare program when Lucien arrives at the school. She smiles widely when she spots him walking through the doors, quickly grabbing her backpack while he signs her out. He hears the jingle of the keychains she keeps on her backpack before a weight crashes into his legs, little hands curling around his knees, and Lucien has to bite back his own smile.

“Daddy. Daddy. Look what I drew today,” Willow tells him excitedly, and Lucien looks down to see her holding up a picture of her in a bright pink princess dress.

“That’s beautiful, but it’s been raining outside, so let’s put this away for now until we get home, okay?”

Willow nods her head and spins around, so Lucien plucks the paper from between her fingers, kneeling down so he can unzip her backpack and tuck the drawing inside. She grabs his hand in hers when he’s finished, and then they’re heading out of the school and toward his car. He helps buckle Willow into her seat before sliding into the driver’s seat, following the familiar roads that will lead them back home.

“So, other than your princess drawing, how was school today?” Lucien asks, glancing back toward Willow in the rearview mirror.

“It was good,” Willow tells him, her eyes glued out the window and the buildings passing them by.

“Tomorrow, Nesta is going to pick you up and take you to school, okay? The two of you can have some grown up girl bonding time.”

Willow frowns at that, tilting her head in an adorable show of confusion. “But I’m only six.”

“I know, but…” Lucien pauses, taking a moment to swallow hard and tighten his grip on the steering wheel. He still hasn't quite figured out the perfect way to tell her yet, the timing never quite right, but now he's running out of time. Perhaps a band-aid approach is the way to go. “But I’m going to ask Nesta to marry me.”

“What?” Willow asks, her voice filled with shock.

“You like her, don’t you?” Lucien continues, pulling the car to a stop at a redlight and keeping his attention on Willow’s reflection in the rearview mirror. “We all get along, and I—”

“Daddy, look! There’s a princess!”

Lucien frowns at being cut off so abruptly, but he turns his head out the window to see what snagged Willow’s attention. He spots a billboard all lit up with a castle on it, big block letters promoting the local casino. And standing in front of the castle is some sort of animatronic princess in a large, puffy, white dress.

“It’s a real princess,” Willow continues excitedly, and before Lucien can correct her, she’s unbuckling herself and flinging the car door open to clamber right out into the street.

“Willow!” Lucien exclaims, throwing the car into park and wrenching his own door open to chase her down. He catches her around the shoulders, pulling her back against him and to a stop. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“But Daddy look,” Willow argues, pointing up toward the billboard.

With a barely contained sigh, Lucien looks back up toward the billboard, but he has to blink a few times to make sure his eyes aren’t deceiving him. Because there’s simply no way. It’s no animatronic on that billboard, but an actual woman. Her honeyed curls are wet from the rain where they’re piled atop her head in some sort of elaborate updo, and the large hoop skirt of her dress seems to sway with her movements.

“Hello?” the woman’s voice floats down to him. “Won’t you please let me in. Do you know Cassian?”

“Hey, miss,” Lucien shouts up to her. “Are you alright?”

At the sound of his voice, the woman turns around. “Oh, hello, I was just wondering if—”

Before the woman can finish speaking, she loses her footing, wobbling dangerously on the small platform in front of the billboard. In an instant, Lucien rushes forward, holding his arms out like that’s somehow going to help. The woman continues to teeter, the weight of her hoop skirt clearly not helping, before she goes tumbling over the edge with a shout. Lucien’s heart lurches suddenly at the sight of her falling, but luckily, the woman’s hands grab onto the edge.

“Just hang on,” Lucien calls out, eyes darting around for anything that might help.

He spots the ladder that leads up to the billboard, and his attention dances back to the woman, trying to gauge how much time he has to climb up and get to her, but the answer is clearly no time at all. Already, he can see the woman’s grip beginning to slip, the metal platform of the billboard slick from the rain. She’s going to go plummeting to the ground, and Lucien has seconds to try and figure out what he’s going to do.

“Catch her, Daddy!” Willow cries out from behind him, just as the woman finally loses her hold.

Lucien keeps his eyes pinned on the falling woman, rushing to make sure he’s standing just beneath her, his arms outstretched and ready. He gets a mouthful of white, frilly fabric, and then they’re both crashing into the ground. Lucien winces at the pain that flares across his arms, in his knees from where they collided with the pavement, and he splutters around the dress as he shifts until he can finally take in the woman’s face.

He’s greeted by warm, wide brown eyes blinking up at him. Those honeyed curls are a bit of a mess around her face, but her expression is still all soft, pretty angles, a dusting of freckles littered across the apples of her cheeks.

“Thank you,” the woman tells him, offering a kind smile.

“Yeah, sure,” Lucien dismisses with a shrug, clambering back to his feet and helping the woman to hers. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“Do you need me to call someone for you?”

The woman frowns in confusion at that, tilting her head and sending more hair cascading down her shoulder. “I don’t think they’d hear you from here.”

Lucien blinks a few times. “What?” Before he can finish with that line of questioning, a loud clap of thunder echoes overhead, promising another lashing of rain. “Listen… I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?”

“Elain.”

“Listen, Elain. We live just around the corner. You can come inside and dry off and then I can order you a car to take you wherever it is you’re trying to go, okay?”

“That’s so very kind of you. Thank you.”

With a nod, Lucien ushers both Elain and Willow back toward the car, making sure his daughter is buckled back in before returning to the driver’s seat. He takes a deep breath as he throws the car back into drive, daring to glance toward the backseat through the rearview mirror. He’s sure this is the craziest—definitely the stupidest—thing he’s ever done. It’s not like him to go around helping strangers, especially in the city, but there’s just something about this Elain. Something in those glittering brown eyes. He just hopes it's a decision he doesn't come to regret.

And besides, he’s only helping to call her a car anyways.

“And what is your name?” Elain asks, her attention entirely on Willow.

“Willow Vanserra. And Daddy’s name is Lucien. Are you a real princess?”

“Not yet, but I will be once I marry Prince Cassian. Today was actually meant to be our wedding day.”

Willow gasps at that, leaning in closer. “What happened?”

“Well, there was this old woman, and she brought me to a wishing well, and I must have looked too far because I fell and fell and then I ended up here.”

“Is that a habit of yours, then?” Lucien teases, pulling into their assigned spot in the parking garage of their building. “Falling off things?”

“Usually, someone catches me,” Elain informs her, her voice almost haughty, as she gets out of the car.

The change in tone takes Lucien by such surprise that he has to press his lips together firmly to bite back a smile. He goes around to the other side of the car, helping Willow out and taking her hand in his, leading all three of them inside and up to their floor.

“But it’s no matter,” Elain continues as they walk down the hallway of their floor. “Because I’m sure that Cassian is already looking for me to take me away from this awful land. And when he finds me, we will finally be wed and share in true love’s kiss.”

Lucien can’t stop the amused snort that tears free. “True love’s kiss?”

“It’s the most powerful thing in the world.”

“Sure it is,” Lucien mutters, unlocking their apartment door and ushering everyone inside. He walks over to their linen closet, grabbing a fresh towel and holding it out toward Elain. “You can dry off, and I’ll call you a car, okay?”

Elain takes the towel with a quiet thanks, using it to press the water from her hair, so Lucien heads for his office. He roots around the papers in his desk drawer until he finds the business card he’s looking for. Diggin his phone out of his pocket, he starts to type in the phone number.

“Daddy, she’s really sleepy,” Willow says, stepping into the doorway to his office.

“What…” Lucien starts before he glances over Willow’s shoulder, noticing Elain now asleep on their sofa. “Oh, no. Absolutely not.”

Lucien rushes past Willow and back into the living room of their apartment, his frustration beginning to flare at the sleeping woman in their home. This is clearly what he gets for trying to do the right thing, for trying to help.

“But Daddy, you can’t make her leave now. She’s a real princess,” Willow argues, hot on his heels.

“She’s not a real princess,” Lucien informs her, trying to keep his voice calm. “Now, will you please go get ready for bed while I handle this?”

Willow lets out a long, withering sigh, but she stomps off toward her bedroom. Lucien waits until the door clicks shut behind her before turning his attention back to Elain. He finishes dialing the car service and tucks the phone against his shoulder while it rings, reaching out with his hand to try and rouse Elain gently. But instead, Elain merely snuffles quietly and curls deeper into herself as she continues to sleep.

Lucien hates how much that small gesture tugs at his heart strings. He hates how much this woman he’s known less than an hour is already having such an effect on him. He hates how something about her seems to spark deep within his soul, urging him to protect, to help, like some long forgotten ancient beast finally waking from slumber.

With a quiet, resigned huff, Lucien ends the call on his phone and grabs a blanket instead, carefully draping it over Elain’s frame. One night can’t hurt, and in the morning, he’ll get her where she needs to go, and that will be that. That will be the end of whatever this is, and he'll send Elain on her way, never to be seen again. He’s sure of it.

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lurkingshan · 1 year ago

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you-meme!

Tagged by @telomeke, thanks friend! I had to get through the weekend drama deluge before I could clear out some brain space to answer this one properly, because I never mess around when I'm talking Bad Buddy.

Name and whatever you want to share about yourself

Shan, she/her, I live in the US. I am a lifelong consumer of stories and both an avid reader and drama watcher. I write a lot of meta because when I enjoy a thing I love to dissect and unpack it, and I post on tumblr because I have the most fun when I do that with other people.

When did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?

I watched Bad Buddy live when it was airing! I was not on tumblr then but I was lurking around fandom spaces and following the week to week discussions around the show, but not actively participating in them. After that my interest in bl as a genre only grew, so I created this blog about 9 months ago to start joining in the fun.

Favourite ship/s

Pat/Pran, of course. They are amongst my all time favorite couples that I've seen in any media, period. I will spice this up by also admitting Pa/Ink didn't do all that much for me. They were just a bit too underwritten for me; I am not someone that is wowed by side crumbs or enjoys filling in the gaps myself. But I am really looking forward to seeing Milk and Love headline their own show soon.

Favourite character/s

Going to take a stand here and throw my love Pat's way, because Pran is the character most in fandom seem to connect with. But I just love Pat. He's such a kind and loyal and devoted person at heart. He's a little bit of a himbo about his emotions, but he's also quite smart in his own way and he understands more than people realize. I love his easy acceptance of his own sexuality but also others around him. He has good instincts about people and it's no coincidence he ends up surrounded by such a good community of his own making. And I respect the hell out of his willingness to fight the constraints of filial piety to call his father on his bullshit. He is someone Pran can trust to stick with him through a lot of hard shit, and his easy forgiveness of Pran's more prickly attributes is crucial to their relationship health. For someone with such a healthy ego, Pat has no problem putting it aside for the man he loves. That's real strength, right there.

Favourite episode/s

Joining the pile on for Episode 11, my beloved. When I tell you I was sobbing the first time I watched it. Tears just pouring down my face from the moment Pat told Pran he understood they had to go back all the way through Pran's song for Pat and their return home. It's one of the most moving sequences I have ever seen in a romance, the way they came to the realization of what they were facing, chose each other anyway, and decided they were going to find a way to stay together, even if it couldn't be in exactly the way they hoped.

Favourite scene/s

Oh gosh, there are just so many. The aforementioned sequence in ep 11, both major rooftop scenes, that lone tear tracking down Pran's face at the end of episode 4, Pat confronting Ming. On the lighter side, there's also the brainstorming roleplay from ep 3, pretty much every courtship scene where they flirted via PPL, the FINGER LICK, the final episode wrestling match and sex acrobatics. Every scene between Pat and Pran was just aces.

One thing you would change about the show if you could

*cracks knuckles*

Okay, fam, just remember, you asked! Bad Buddy is one of my favorite shows of all time, but as I have discussed with @waitmyturtles at length, it is not perfect and I have some serious quibbles with it from a writing standpoint. My top 3:

Wai outing Pran and then Pran spending the whole episode apologizing to him. Nonsensical, infuriating, and the show didn’t do the work to make us understand Pran and Wai’s friendship enough to accept that. I still hate poor Jimmy's face to this day and I blame that on Aof.

Pat gets shot as the deus ex machina to resolve the Wai plot. Villain comes out of nowhere in the same episode, the whole situation is tonally discordant, no follow through and the injury is treated like he got a paper cut in the aftermath. It's just lazy writing. Honestly, send all of episode 9 to the trash heap.

Finale fake out. Aof undercut his own themes about the struggle of the closet and sublimation of your own needs in service of filial piety in order to play a prank on the audience. Dumb waste of half the finale’s run time that actively worked against the message he sought to deliver, and that ep 12 preview nearly ruined ep 11 for a lot of people. Luckily the second half of the finale was so strong it made up for it, but I maintain the fake out was a bad choice that I would definitely go back and change.

What are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?

I am a meta girlie at heart so I am always most excited reading deep dives. I cannot possibly remember all the good shit I have read on Bad Buddy, but I'll give a shoutout to the BBS (gender neutral) girlies keeping the meta alive to this day @telomeke @ranchthoughts @dudeyuri @dimplesandfierceeyes @chickenstrangers @miscellar @grapejuicegay. I am always so excited when I see new posts about this show on my dash and I had a great time clowning with you all on OS2.

What are your favourite fanworks you've made?

I wasn't here when the show was airing so I actually don't have a deep library of my own meta for this show (not that made it onto tumblr, anyway). But one of the fun things about being in bl fandom is we get to make connections across the shows we're all watching, so I'll give a shoutout to this post I did drawing a line between Pran and Jae Won of The Eighth Sense.

A song that makes you think of BBS (not in the show)

It's gotta be Same Page? by Tilly Birds. It's not actually played in the show, but Pat briefly references it when he's teasing Pran in their final scene together, and y'all, look at these lyrics:

Me missing you is missing Me missing you is missing along the way Me missing you is missing Me missing you is missing along the way Do you realize how much I am agonized? I only want to know If you and I are on the same page I really want to know if you have a change of heart Or is it just me thinking? Or is there something missing? Like how my feelings never reach you

Feels pretty appropriate for a long-distance couple with more separation ahead, doesn't it? It's fine, I am very normal about this.

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Thanks again for tagging me, Tel, this was fun! I am adding @neuroticbookworm @blmpff @manogirl @invisiblegarters @slayerkitty @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle in case you want to play, and anyone else I tagged above who hasn't done it yet, consider yourselves tagged!

#bad buddy #tag game #shan unleashes her unpopular bbs takes and prepares to get tomatoes thrown at her

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drwho-shipbracket · 2 years ago

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Just a quick reminder to vote Liv/Helen...

Propaganda!!!!

[Image descriptions: multiple memes about Liv and Helen. The first is the michael office meme. He is holding hands with pictures of Liv and Helen saying "I love you guys so much". The second is the looking boyfriend meme. The boyfriend is labelled "me", the shocked girlfriend is "the Doctor" and the lady the boyfriend is looking at is labelled "Liv & Helen". The third is the astronaut shooting me. One asks "so Helen Sinclair is a lesbian?" The other, labelled "people who remember Helen's reaction to River in Doom Coalition" is saying "Always had been." The forth is the three clasped hands meme. The hands are labelled "Dan Lewis", "Eighth Doctor", and "Fifth Doctor" respectively, and over their hands it says "being a himbo third wheel to a pair of space girlfriends." The fifth is a crying cat giving a thumbs up to the exchange of "Helen: I've never really had a friend before. Or someone like you. But we're more than that. We're family." and "Liv: I'll drink to that". The fifth and last one is a crying woman surrounded by hearts with the text over her "I want my friend back, okay? I WANT MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL, CLEVER FRIEND BACK. I want her just as she was. I want her here and I want her now. That's what I want. That's my wish. Give it to me!" End image descriptions]

#Propaganda

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needleworkreve · 8 months ago

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The Ward Den Pt 2

We start in the Silver and Gold guest suites, both have direct access from the rooms to the pool deck and have amazing views of the Del Sol Hills. From there we go up the stairs to Judith's man friend's apartments. We enter into a sitting room with office nook, entertainment center and a small dining table. Off to the right is the home gym which features the climbing wall, treadmill, and weigh machine. Judith stores her barbells in here for her weighted cardio time. The sitting room also connects to a bathroom and the bedroom. The bathroom connects to the closet from which you can enter the bedroom. The bathroom features a large, walk-in shower with tile surround. I'm particularly proud of the closet with the array of shoes, hats, and accessories displayed. I picture this guy as being a total sweetheart himbo like Paolo Rocca.

The balcony runs the length of the inner hallway and has a chess table, telescope, yoga mats, and meditation stools so that Judith can center herself and get in touch with her inner core. Back inside, the family room/play room is where the adults can be with Judith's daughter as she plays in a cozy environment.

I picture Judith as being a "one and done." She always wants attention and she saw the way that other female celebs get headlines when they are pregnant or out doing things with their kids and wanted it for herself, so she got knocked up and discovered how very much she hates being pregnant and little kids. She's just mean, not evil, so she tries to make sure that Baby Girl has everything she needs and access to more nurturing adults while counting down the days until she can bankroll college and whatever business the child gets into. Baby Girl's room is for sleeping, studying, reading, and dressing. Judith is clear that play happens in the play room or outside and not in her room so that bedtime is quicker and easier. She also has an en suite bathroom with a claw foot tub.

Judith's apartment opens into her private sitting room, which also features a dining table and some comfy chairs for reading, handwork, or tete a tetes. Her office is her favorite room in the house and where she feels most herself and most in control. She used to have meetings in here but recently redid it to be more suited for virtual work. Her bathroom features a slipper tub, walk-in shower, and large vessel sink. Her closet has plenty of display space and storage as well as her personal vanity. Her boudoir is the most private of her rooms and the only people that enter it are the maid, her man, and herself.

#ts4 build #sims 4 build #sims 4 get famous #judith ward #del sol valley

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Okay so basically what Phil likes to do in his hardcore world is make big builds that require a lot of tedius terraforming because what else are you supposed to do for 4 years in minecraft. And there are stories that explain how these places came to be and it goes something like this:

There are different gods that govern different realms and one of them is the Ender King. He is the king of the end and rules over the endermen that live there and the void and the end stone wastes. He was dissatisfied with his realm, so he started to take pieces of other realms. He has the power to pick up chunks of the world the way endermen pick up blocks. At first he took small pieces and then bigger ones. His end goal was to bring the entirety of both the nether and the overworld into the end and rule over all of them.

This greed, in the end, was his downfall. In his biggest heist yet, the Ender King ended up transporting an entire ocean to the end realm, accidentally flooding the main island. His people were eradicated, as endermen take damage from touching water. The Ender King's body can be found on a throne in a cave inside the island, surrounded by shrunk down pieces that he has taken from other realms.

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This is Endlantis. An end island filled with water and a beautiful underwater scenery. You can see the making of of the build and I think a small explanation of the lore as well in this montage.

There are also other deities in this world. One of them is the Blaze Empress, who rules the Nether. She is a powerful and no nonsense sort of deity. I forget if she created Nethervoid as a layer of protection against the Ender Kings attacks or if Nethervoid is the space that was left behind by the Ender King stealing a piece of the Nether.

Either way she fought a war on two sides against the Ender King and the Piglins that thought they could take advantage of her being weakened. They could not.

Nethervoid is a big cube of black void in the middle of the nether. It has floating islands and a floating castle made of quartz and a giant purple crystal next to it which concentrates the power necessary to keep the place standing.

The next deity is the Ocean Overlord who is mainly known for being an absolute himbo and sleeping through important things. His home is Flowerfall which used to be an ocean temple. The Ender King took the whole place right from underneath the Ocean Overlords sleeping nose.

Which brings us to, in my opinion, one of the most based deities and the last one we know details of as of right now: Rose. She is the goddess of nature and creation. When the Ocean Overlord got his house yoinked, she was the one that rebuilt it out of coral and flowers creating Flowerfall. Healing, repairing and rebuilding things is her whole thing.

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Nethervoid and Flowerfall share a montage. Very worth watching they're both beautiful builds.

The current project that Phil is working on right now are the Greater Spawn Islands, which is a rework of his spawn area. Spawn is the home of Rose, fitting for a deity of life to live in the place where the world started. The Greater Spawn Islands are a ring of floating islands that Rose raised to form a circle of protection from the Ender Kings influence. They float over entirely spawn-proofed custom forest biomes.

It's very beautiful and it's what you will see most likely if you tune into a hardcore stream nowadays.

Tldr: The Ender King is Bad News. He's the main antagonist of the mythos of the hardcore world. He can move entire stretches of land into the end. He can grasp things with tentacles made of pure Void. He is greedy. He is a god that can only be matched with the power of other gods.

If the Ender King can make it to quesadilla island and none of the other gods follow to stop him Phil is very correct in saying they are all fucked.

Also I cannot talk about Phils hardcore lore without mentioning @wolfythewitch and their gorgeous illustrations. Just. Look at everything they've ever made its incredible.

WHO OR WHAT IS THE ENDER KING EXCUSE YOU PHILZA MINECRAFT.

#philza hardcore #qsmp

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2lim3rz · 3 years ago

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Maddie: You know what? Fuck you

Hassen:

Hassen: Well, I mean okay

Maddie: W AI T

#ice planet barbarians #hassen youre a stupid dumbass #but to be fair to maddie #she IS surrounded by space himbos

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vierranliveshere · 3 years ago

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@prokopetz

My D&D group didn’t have an actual session this week, so instead we messed around with Rotate Bird character creation. Five beautiful characters under the cut.

Professor Gecko

Being

✏💎 👓 🕷📎

Professor Gecko is an anthropomorphic gecko who is also a university professor. He is very good at climbing and sticking to things, like most geckos. His most valued possession is the knowledge he has gained along the way. He is also very good at seeing things, especially when they are moving. He prefers his own research to the teaching side of being a professor.

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🎯✋: Precision grabbing

♂🐾: Werewolf boyfriend

≠⏳: No time like the present

Happiness Witch Shi-Kesh

Overall

Shi-Kesh is a collection of human parts that appear to fit together as a normal human, but they rotate at varying speeds about her central Y axis. This does not seem to bother her very much. The colors and exact size of the limbs range throughout normal human colors and sizes, but do not match from one limb to the next. It is possible that there are more than two of each limb, but that is hard to gauge given the rotation and tricks of the light.

She sits astride a blazing torch with various settings like “LIQUIFY” “CARPET” and “AUTOCLAVE”, and wears a rose colored pork pie decorated with fishbones and acorns. Her attire is business formal, 80s style, but in flannel with trains and reindeers in white against a maroon background. In at least one hand she carries a small pouch with the $ sign on it, which emanates a disquieting aura when one presses their ear to it.

Shi-Kesh’s nervous tic is to constantly rock, paper, scissors against herself when given the chance, and to hum the melodies of Muse and Oasis songs slightly off-key.

Her face is a constant changing mask, as the individual features rotate as if on discs. Only one feature is constant; her mithe are always smiling, and her eyes are creased with the small joys of being alive.

When her mount is not in a flaming form, debris surrounds and coalesces around her; it is theorized that if this was allowed to continue unabated for long enough, this swirling mass of small items and junk could potentially form accretion discs and begin the process of birthing planets. Thanks to Shi-Kesh’s love of cleaning with fire, this has yet to occur.

Being 🧹💰🧲✂🌪

Torch/Broom: Shi-Kesh rides a torch, which can double as a cleaning implement, though beware flammable surfaces.

Bag with $ Symbol: The S Is For Sucks (Spell) Any time another being says that something sucks, the concept of that thing is stored in the bag. This energy can be used to fuel happiness magic later.

U with Umlaut: The Sign of the Happiness Witch. Commonly mistaken as a magnetism symbol, this smiling face assures the reader that the bearer of this sign has good intentions.

Scissors: Shi-Kesh cannot lose in Rochambeau, Rock Paper Scissors, or Janken.

Tornado: Debris constantly floats around and is drawn towards Shi-Kesh, and her features and limbs revolve faster the more detritus there is in her space. Use of the Torch Cleaning function may be required to slow her spin, in situations requiring pin-point limb usage.

Doing 🧠♂🎭⏩🍾≠

Brain+Mars: Sign of Martian Himbo

Theater Masks + Fast Forward: Dramatic Acceleration With Tracking Errors

Wine + Not Equals: Circle of Is Not Boozy Enough

“Tex” Luis, the Candy Gunslinger

Being 🤠☁🍴🍋🍭

This character is/has (differentiation is unclear) a powerful relationship between two primal forces: The power of the cowboy and the power of the confectionary chef. Using exquisitely confected candy cane guns that shoot lemondrops, and clouded in cotton candy, this being artfully balances creation and destruction.

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🔀☀ -> Scramble Mechanisms

🚫💀 -> Remove Skulls

🎯, 🌪 -> Tornado shot

Manley “Bright Boy” Laguna

(Being : Bone 🦴, Light Bulb 💡, Red Heart ❤, Black Flag 🏴, and a Globe Showing Americas 🌎)

A brilliant skeleton of indeterminate…a lot of things, once known as the most beautiful pirate in all of Arizona. Now, the only flesh that remains is a bright red heart, which you assume is his? He likes to pass it around at parties; he’ll tell people it’s purely ornamental, but then pretend he’s having a heart attack, and then throw something else at them. At all times Manley is wearing a pirate hat (how would you know about the piracy otherwise?) and a decently sharp cutlass that he says once belonged to Montezuma. To prove this point, he has written “Monty Zooma” on the handle. He doesn’t have a brain, because he’s a bit of a bonehead. However, he is prone to flashes of inspiration, especially when other people are having problems.

(Doing 1 : Screwdriver 🪛 + Female Sign ♀)

His Beautiful Skeleton Wife

(Doing 2 : Paperclip 📎 + Heavy Equals Sign =)

Pull It All Back Together

(Doing 3 : Headphone 🎧 + Prohibited 🚫)

Walk Softly and Carry a Big Stick

Julie

Being: 🍦☂🍋🐾☀ Doing🍎📊, ✂🎯,🥛➗

A outcast radiant protector of the weak, cursed with lycanthropy during training. As a result they were kicked from the order and instead found employment as an ice cream lady. Has a bitching truck to make deliveries that has reinforced bars to protect people during the full moon.

Toxic Schemer

Precice shearing

Fractionate Liquid

#rotate bird #we did not specify a setting but based on results we are envisioning something along the lines of Courage the Cowardly Dog

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watchtowerindistress · 3 years ago

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we all have our secrets (3/5) - shangqi x asian!reader

Summary: Y/N faces off against the Wenwu who in turn finds the weakness in both Shangqi and Y/N - each other.

Word count: 4.1k

Rating: M

Warnings: language, fluff, graphic violence, blood

Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader

Author’s note: Due to not following the film scene by scene, I might change a few things. Hope you don't mind. I’m sorry if this gadget in the middle is kinda cringe-y. I wish I had a better idea to solve this.

Just finished Kim’s Convenience - like DUDE. me stan a simu himbo.

Reblogs are appreciated.

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Her leg was starting to kill her. It was moments like these that Y/N realized she wasn’t getting any younger and maybe it was time to get out of this business for good.

Yelena’s footsteps rushed behind her among the bustling marketplace before Y/N heard the panting words, “Are you trying to run away from me? We need to stick together.”

“We should have separated when we had the chance,” she muttered quietly. She didn’t like this part of the plan – with a higher chance of exposure. Y/N felt the pounding ache in her shin once she limped on her path, with her sweaty hair tied into a messy ponytail.

“Didn’t you hear? Someone wants to kill you,” Yelena denied vehemently.

“Thank you for the reminder. Since you neglected to tell me before when you had the chance.”

Yelena eyed her warily. “Do you know why he’s after you?”

Y/N eyed the faces of people surrounding them on the market. “Nope. In our line of work, I used to cross a lot of people. But usually all of them are dead to hold a grudge, including their families.”

Raising her eyebrows at the ruthless answer, the blonde assassin replied, “I don’t know whether to feel scared or admire your cold-blooded viciousness.”

It was hard to forget her previous manipulation. “Flattery doesn’t get you anywhere with me.”

Yelena lifted her hands in a ‘stop’ motion. “Wait a second. We’re not done with this conversation.” After she lingered in front of a mirror at a market stand, a sigh left Y/N’s lips.

Not understanding one bit why she was waiting for her. With a rucksack slung over Y/N’s shoulder, she was looking at their surroundings. This was a bad idea. They needed to get off the public space and split as fast as possible.

Yelena took in a deep breath once she placed her fingers at the bridge of her nose and applied pressure until it snapped into place with a nauseating break. A muffled groan exhaled from her before she sniffed deeply. “Okay, let’s keep going.”

Y/N’s stare focused ahead on their path as a thought was tickling at the back of her mind.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re still keeping things from me?”

Yelena closed one eye against the blinding sun. “Because you have good instincts? What revealed me?”

“Like I said, you have the worst poker face and you asked me if I knew why he was after me. Which means, you do know why he is. You just want to assess to see if I do.”

Yelena bit her lip and averted her gaze. She exhaled haggardly, “Yes, I do. It’s just not my secret to tell.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Secrets. Don’t tell me about secrets.” She was getting tired of this, she thought, and rushed off with her limping leg.

“God damn it,” Yelena grumbled and ran after her. “I don’t like the idea of Sylvana fending for herself if something goes wrong.”

Sylvana’s wary glance didn’t put her at ease though. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked with hesitation, not knowing if she wanted to know.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but the moment the other me knew you were in my sights, I gave a signal.” Sylvana gave the warning before dropping the GPS tracker on the ground. “I really am sorry.”

Y/N nodded in understanding. “I know.”

“I’ll try to lead them away.” And with those last words, Sylvana jumped from the building with a grappling hook.

“You’re lucky I haven’t ditched you.”

“Hey, I’m your friend here!” Yelena hissed fervently.

“And I’m supposed to believe anything you have to say now?”

“Hey! I’m not your enemy. You know who I was. The moment you saw me in San Francisco, you knew who you were dealing with.”

Y/N stopped in her tracks. “Then why are you helping me?”

“Why don’t you trust me?” Yelena asked with a hoarse voice that would break her heart if she didn’t know any better.

“Answer the question, Yelena. Why don’t you tell me about these so-called secrets?”

Her evading her gaze was answer enough for Y/N.

“You know this Mandarin guy,” she spoke slowly once the realization hit her.

“I never met him,” Yelena assured her.

“But you know of him. There’s a part of you that’s almost … terrified of him.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. The thought of a frightened Yelena Belova was scary in itself.

“All I know is he’s dangerous.” Yelena swallowed thickly. “Listen, it’s really not my secret. I’m just trying not to give you unnecessary pain, you have to believe me.”

Yelena burnt her before, so it was hard for Y/N to trust her. She sighed deeply. “If you say so.”

Out of nowhere, Y/N felt goosebumps rise on her skin and the hairs on her neck stood up in tension. Suspicion forced her to twist her head towards Yelena as soon as she felt the shift in the air. “Do you feel that?” Y/N whispered under her breath.

Yelena hummed in agreement while staring right ahead. “I know. We’re being followed.”

“Cross the marketplace.”

Admonishment laced her murmuring voice. “Y/N.”

“I’m the target, not you,” she spoke hurriedly. “You’re no use to me dead. We don’t know how many there are or how much time we have. Stay in the shadows, fight the others undetected, just like the White Widow taught us. Now.”

Reluctance lingered in Yelena’s whole body before she wedged her way past her. Something metallic was placed in the palm of her hand, but then just like that she was gone.

After swallowing to get her frantic heartbeat back under control, Y/N tightened her fingers around the object until something sharp bit the inside of her hand.

Y/N frowned and covertly hid it in the pocket of her tactical pants. She tilted her head when she felt the shift of energy once more. Y/N kept walking and eyed the tools she could use to her advantage before grabbing the knife from a booth selling strawberries.

With a sharp motion she threw it behind her before glancing back to find it embedded in a henchman’s throat who was covered all in black with a hood as he had already fallen flat to the ground. His sword clenched tightly in his hand.

First screams resounded in panic throughout the marketplace before a horde of armed men crowded the area, with swords strapped to their backs.

Despite being outnumbered Y/N took on a fighting position with her legs knee-length apart and her hands clenched into fists.

“Seriously? In what kind of mess did I land in now?” she whispered incredulously.

Y/N called out, “You really want to do this, guys? Trust me, there’s more where that came from.” She nudged her head at the dead minion and pulled out the Batons from her travel bag. It made a dull thud when Y/N let it drop down.

Her Bites made a satisfying whirring sound as soon as she activated them into its glowing red color and to their deadly voltage. If there was a hit on her head, Y/N wouldn’t just render her enemies unconscious.

Having no interest in letting her guard down by being arrogant, she decided not to drop off her hoodie in a dramatic fashion. This was a damn army she was surrounded by after all.

Y/N straightened her arms in a ‘here I am’ fashion. “Let’s dance, fellas.”

Accepting her invitation, one minion jumped forward with a long-handled blade which Y/N blocked with her Baton. Her defensive maneuver lingered a second to appreciate the craftmanship with her side-eye a few inches from her face before she sent a Bite into his neck.

Three henchmen worked fast and surrounded her. To top it all off, the rest of the swordsmen positioned themselves in a rigid circle, to not give her any space to fight or escape from.

Jesus, what did she get herself into this time?

Simultaneously, three swords cut through the air.

Y/N blocked one blade with her Baton before swiping the guy’s legs at her back. Remaining at a crouched position, Y/N shot a Bite to the third guy’s throat. Her assailants moved in tandem, giving her not much of a choice while she defended herself against them with her flurrying Batons, though there was no way to escape this mass of people without getting killed in the process.

“Fuck,” Y/N cursed under her breath.

With her mind made up, Y/N dropped a Taser Disk on the cobblestone pavement and let it self-activate to reach as many as possible before jumping against an assassin’s chest and onto another guy’s shoulders. Using those two assassins as a propelling trampoline to evade their circle of death.

Shrieks of panic echoed from the pedestrians while she ran through the market stands. Y/N felt heat rise on her cheeks from the exertion of scaling between the buildings by the grates of its balconies. The roof tiles made clanging sounds under her feet as she was sprinting away.

Before Y/N could blink, an unknown force knocked her off balance. Y/N held her breath when her side ached with a sharp pain. As she tumbled down, a muffled groan left her lips before she dropped on the roof of a market stand.

Her groan shifted into a hissing sound once she harshly landed on the ground, with her arms bracing against the coldness. Y/N looked up with gritted teeth, just in time to discover something blue flying through the air to a man wearing a white suit, like he had summoned this magic.

Just splendid. She was dead if her antagonist was a sorcerer.

Y/N coughed up blood as she covered her ribs in pain.

She looked up once more to see the man who commanded authority slowly advance. Yelena should’ve told her that the Mandarin was also a man infused with magic.

Blue glowing bracelets covered his arms, Y/N noticed with each step he took. The next thing she noticed were the … sandals he wore? Well, great, it looked like this man possessed a lot of power to not care about his footwear.

Y/N struggled while standing up and held her hand to her side before she daringly spat blood on the ground. The metallic taste remained on the corners of her lips and the insides of her mouth.

Yelena’s concerned face met hers on the other side of the city center before Y/N gave her signal by shaking her head, silently telling her to run. She wouldn’t even condemn her for it, but there was no reason for her to stick her neck out for her.

Y/N clenched her hands into fists.

This was not how she imagined dying, in a damn market in Romania of all places.

The Mandarin lifted his arms - with his rumpled-up sleeves which put his bracelet-covered arms on display. If anything, this appeasing notion did the opposite of putting her at ease.

“Let’s not fight.”

Y/N scoffed loudly. Glancing to the side again, she noticed with relief the absence of Yelena. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Because it wouldn’t be a fair one?”

Y/N suppressed her grimacing expression and dropped her hands at her side, not wanting to reveal her weaknesses as obviously.

The dark-haired man tilted his head as he gazed at Y/N with speculation. “Honestly, I believe you could hold your own.”

“Is this already the beginning of a bad guy speech, seconds before you finally kill me?” she asked tiredly.

The Mandarin smirked. “I just wanted to see for myself.” He bowed slightly in greeting. It was frightening how his army stood in a line behind him as a protection - as if he needed that. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, Miss Y/L/N. Your reputation precedes you.”

“And yours doesn’t.”

That ever-present smirk adorned his lips. ��It’s what I prefer. I go by many names such as ‘Master Khan’ or ‘The most dangerous man on Earth’. You may call me Wenwu. Come with me.” He clasped his hands behind his back as he slowly walked away, expecting Y/N to follow without question.

Y/N detected his glowing rings with confusion at the display of raw power he was emitting before he slightly turned his head to gaze back at her with an arched eyebrow.

“That wasn’t a question. I’d rather you went willingly. Unless you want my men looking for your friend. I gather she must be around here.”

Y/N huffed after swallowing thickly. She briskly walked around him while trying not to reveal her aching leg.

“Did my men manage to hurt a Widow?” Wenwu inquired blandly at her side without gazing at her direction.

A scoff exhaled from Y/N’s lips. It frightened her that he knew everything about her. “They couldn’t if they tried.”

Wenwu shook his head while chuckling. “Young people. Does it make you feel better, knowing you’re untouchable?”

“I don’t know. How about you?”

Wenwu’s chuckles sounded almost fond. “I can see why he likes you.”

Y/N frowned at the familiar pronoun game. “Who?”

Wenwu smiled mysteriously before he stopped walking and faced Y/N head-on. “Why don’t you release your weapons? I find it easier to hold a conversation with someone who doesn’t display them as viciously.”

Y/N tilted her head at the reminder of the bracelets still adorning his arms, to his enemies not to cross him. “And if I don’t?”

“There’s no need for emotional displays. You’ll get them back.”

“I believe that when I see it,” she retorted before crossing her arms. Y/N clenched her jaw at the sensation of her bruised ribs. She was a stubborn adversary after all.

“You have my word; I won’t harm you again,” he assured her softly before pausing in thought. “We’re family after all.” After showing his hands, he waited for Y/N to deliver her weapons.

“What the hell does that mean?” Y/N hissed without moving.

“You met my son after all. Shangqi?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “Who?”

“Oh.” He smiled to himself. “So, he hadn’t been honest after all,” Wenwu whispered under his breath, almost in astonishment. “I heard he goes by the name of ‘Shaun’.” He shook his head, with chuckles leaving him.

Time stood still while Y/N’s facial muscles drooped at hearing that news. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Not knowing what to believe in anymore, Yelena's gift was the only thing anchoring her to the present.

Y/N woke up with a gasp. She hissed before her hand reached for her bruised ribs. Light streamed through the windows in her room, which Wenwu had provided before locking her inside.

The simmering pain made her ground her teeth before she lifted her hoodie with delicate motions until dark-red contusions were on display in the form of several circles. Another whimpering sound left Y/N as she pulled the fabric back down. Weak fingers loosened the haphazard hairdo until her hair fell in waves to her shoulders. With gingerly movements, she lifted herself up in bed and combed through her hair with her fingers to make herself as presentable as possible.

Wenwu wasn’t much of a talker during their helicopter ride to the compound. If he was to be believed, he would ensure that she would meet Shangqi. Y/N was certain that he had something planned by forcing them to cross paths.

After standing up, she looked outside the window towards the training center and watched Wenwu's army with trepidation during their training session. Y/N shook her head to focus on escaping. She was on the enemy territory after all.

Although, she needed her weapons first.

What unnerved Y/N wasn’t that she was on this covert compound, but that she would have to face Shaun – no, Shangqi and didn’t know how to feel about the fact that parts of his life he unveiled to her weren’t the truth. She sighed, once that thought truly hit her.

Y/N swallowed thickly and pressed her hand against her stomach.

As much as she wanted to condemn him for lying or omitting the truth, she couldn’t fault Shangqi for it. For craving a different life, a normal one. Without the shadow of the past looming over the future. It would seem hypocritical since she herself wasn’t that innocent and barely was the epitome of honesty even though she never talked about her history, her parents, or anything really.

Y/N scoured the contents of her backpack and gratefully took out the compact mirror - almost a relic from the Soviet program. Her fingers inspected the keychain which Yelena had bestowed upon her until she discovered the USB drive. After plugging it into the compact mirror’s port and turned the mirror so it would face the bare wall and function as a beamer.

“Yelena, you little devil,” she muttered with admiration.

Y/N flickered through the file of Xu Wenwu, the leader of the Ten Rings, which the former assassin had provided for her. Not much was known about him, other than enforcing his will as basically an immortal terrorist while his son suffered under his upbringing as an assassin.

Apart from the magic immortality part, Y/N felt like she was gazing into her own reflection by empathizing with Shangqi. With a sigh, she snapped the mirror shut and threw her head back. Y/N strained her ears once she heard the rotor blades of a landing helicopter coming closer.

Her heart was thumping even faster at the possibility of seeing Shangqi again. There was a part of her that desperately longed for this reunion, but still, she had a bone to pick with his father. Under no circumstances would she turn into a damsel in distress and if anything, she’d rather face those bracelets of his than to evoke the traumatic experience of being a means to an end in the Black Widow program.

Using two bobby pins from her own hair, she placed one into the bottom half and the other in the top half of the lock and then twisted a few times-

The moment the door clicked open, Y/N silently pressed the handle down and carefully observed both sides of the wide hallways before she let the door snap shut behind her.

It was just the perfect opportunity to secretly explore her surroundings and to familiarize herself with the headquarters. After a few turns, uncontrollable rage filled Y/N once she saw the man she had been looking for from a distance.

The man in question was wearing a white shirt, with his hands hidden in his pockets as he casually took a stroll through the compound like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Despite her reminder to stay calm, Y/N stormed over. “You.”

Without turning his body, Wenwu casually replied, “Miss Y/L/N, why am I not surprised that you got out of your room?”

“What am I doing here? What do you want with me?” Y/N hissed through gritted teeth.

Wenwu clasped his hands behind his back. “You are incentive. Although, what’s more important, I was looking for you because I wanted to make you a job offer.”

“By killing me?” Y/N asked with derision.

“Only the best could survive the Ten Rings. I heard stories about you – about the job in Beirut. Your ruthlessness in the facility in Madripoor – you have my admiration for it.”

Once he saw glowering expression, Wenwu continued speaking with a deep voice, “Serve the Ten Rings and I will give you the purpose you are looking for.”

“I’m not going to be bait. I won’t ever live in servitude again. Especially not by the Mandarin.”

Wenwu’s body stilled at the mention before he tilted his head. “I have to admit, that alias has put a sour taste in my mouth.”

His confession gave Y/N the needed puzzle piece to see beyond his armor and chose to press against the pressure point even further.

“What would you like me to call you instead? Kidnapper? Wielder of bracelets?”

At long last, Wenwu faced her with a stony expression. “Watch your tongue, child.” Her skin prickled from the danger she found herself in by poking the beast.

Y/N smiled smiles serenely. “Or what?”

Before Wenwu could yield to her daring, or more like suicidal question, a shocked voice rendered Y/N speechless.

“Y/N?”

Her body turned until she was facing the man again who had harbored some secrets since she knew him. The moment she saw him again, her heartbeat accelerated with a vengeance. Relief filled Y/N when she saw Shangqi who had Katy and another dark-haired woman at his side.

After the truth Wenwu unveiled about his son, she still felt the same about him as she did before when he was still only regular Shaun, and not just Shangqi with a mysterious past.

“What are you doing here?” Shangqi whispered anxiously.

The thought that he looked really good crossed her mind at the most inopportune moment. Her eyes admired the yellow-blue bomber jacket he was wearing seconds before he rushed towards her and hugged her tightly.

Damn, he smelled even good.

The appreciative feeling was squashed by the exhaling hiss of pain which left her mouth, as much as she tried to control it.

Just as soon as he held her to his chest, Shangqi let go with frowned bewilderment and gazed at her while holding onto her shoulders.

Before he could ask about her vulnerable state, she admitted with gritted teeth, “Courtesy of your father.”

Shangqi slowly turned his head and glared at his father with such a deep loathing that Y/N almost shivered. He snarled with a dark glare on his face as the muscles on his shoulders tensed when he stepped closer to the man.

“What did you do to her?”

Wenwu had been watching their exchange with fascination. “I merely wanted to see for myself,” he said ominously.

“What?” Shangqi grunted with a rumbling voice as he clenched his jaw.

“How you would react,” Wenwu whispered with that glint in his eyes. “Tell me son, … does the concept frighten you that your love could know who you truly were? What I could have told her?”

With a reluctant shift of his head, Shangqi glanced at Y/N nervously.

Honestly, she didn't care who he was before she met him. Who was she judge him having a terrorist as a father when she had her own dark past?

Wanting to take his worries away, Y/N took his hand as a sign by weaving their fingers together and gazing at him with a serene expression. “It shouldn’t. I don’t scare easy.”

Heat streamed through her body from their closeness. It was peculiar how she was looking at Shangqi in a whole different light. Admiring the many birthmarks on his face while feeling curious about the scar on his chin.

Wanting to get to know him all over again.

In turn, Shangqi’s eyes roamed over her with open affection and deep astonishment.

Wenwu’s observed their interaction studiously before whispering, “Let’s see. How about dinner?”

The woman who hadn’t introduced herself yet, smirked at Wenwu’s comment by mentioning, “Yes, it’s a family reunion after all.”

They walked behind the leader of the Ten Rings while he led the way.

Although, Y/N couldn’t help but ignore the pulsating sensation around her ribs when Shangqi’s hand tightened around Y/N's fingers and kissing the top of her head. If they weren’t in such a dire situation, Y/N would've swooned at Shangqi's affection.

“Easy there, lover boy,” Y/N heard behind her, reminding her that they weren't alone.

She turned her head to greet the other woman, “Hey, Katy.”

Katy waved a hand, like she had no issue with being the fifth wheel for now and revealed a grimacing smile. “Glad to see Shaun’s father didn’t kill you,” she said awkwardly.

“You mean … Shangqi,” Y/N said tentatively, almost as if she was nervous about letting him know she was in the know about his real name.

Wenwu’s file didn’t offer much after all and Y/N felt it was crucial to find out these things from him personally instead of reading it in a file.

Shangqi and Y/N were still walking hand in hand when she felt the warmth of his stare on her. Y/N finally gazed up at him whose dark eyes settled on her face.

“Careful there or you might give my brother an aneurysm,” the mysterious woman purred with a raspy voice. “Make him jump you right now. And honestly, I don’t want to see the second part.”

Y/N faced her in silent curiosity before her eyes turned back to Shangqi. “Brother?”

“Don’t mind Xialing. She’s being her usual self.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at that new-found detail about his life. “You have a sister, Shangqi? You’re a deep well, huh?”

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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Grant a Name to a Buried and a Burning Flame ~ Chapter 1

Hades!Din Djarin x Persephone!Reader (gender neutral, no y/n)

Chapter 1/3

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Hades/Persephone retelling, historical setting, hints of soulmate AU, arranged marriage, slight angst, some fluff, mutual pining

Thank you to @ollypopp for letting me bounce ideas and talk my thoughts out and thank you to my wonderful partner @we-can-be-himbos for beta reading for me!

Moodboard made by me

“Persephone!”

You turned your head toward the voice that called your name. It wasn’t your birth name, but once you became of age you were assigned the name and your real name was never used in public anymore. No one remembered how or why it started, but it became tradition for every royal to assume the name of an Old God as a title and signifier of their status. Most took to it and even forgot their birth names, but you made sure that you used your real name when you were alone with yourself.

Some maybe wanted to forget and embrace their role in life, but you didn’t want to forget. If you were honest with yourself, you didn’t even want this role. But, you were born into it and as soon as you were old enough, you were prepared for the day you would lead your kingdom. You were good at it for sure, and leading came naturally to you, but you didn’t feel like this was your calling. You didn’t even feel like this was truly a home to you, even as beautiful as the land was.

The voice belonged to your mother, Demeter, who found you in the garden again. It’s where she usually found you: alone in the peace and quiet, surrounded by your favorite flowers. Flowers always lined your chiton and served as decorative accents to the long robe you typically wore. Sometimes, you even tucked one behind your ear as well. The beauty of the harvest and forests were one of the only comforts to your kingdom. Otherwise, it all just felt lonely to you, and like you didn’t truly belong there.

“Yes mother?” you rolled your eyes before you turned to face her. You already knew what she came to see you about and you dreaded it.

“Persephone you know you can’t spend all your time out here. You have responsibilities,” she always pushed your royal duties on you and then some, and you hated it. She always seemed more concerned for what you could offer her than what you were as a person, and it got under your skin more than you liked to admit.

You felt trapped in your role, in your kingdom. With a defeated sigh, you decided not to argue with her this time, “Yes mother.”

It was another several days before you could sneak out to your garden again, and you felt smothered every minute you stayed within the walls of the palace. It was lavish and beautiful, and the sun always shone through the windows, but you still felt suffocated. With a deep breath, you took in the fresh air and plucked your favorite flower from a nearby bush. As you exhaled you whispered your name, a habit you got yourself into so that you would never forget it. At times, your mother had trouble remembering her birth name, and you didn’t want that for yourself.

As you gazed down the horizon, you suddenly felt a pull to run past the gate that separated your palace and garden from the rest of the kingdom. It was as if a voice inside your head screamed at you to get out, to leave and never look back. You had heard that voice before, and you almost gave in several times. But you always stopped yourself just before you stepped over the threshold. Before you even realized your movements, you moved forward until your body lined up with the border.

Beyond the lush of your own kingdom lay a more barren land, and you could see the darkness shadow in the distance. It should have scared you, you should have wanted to stay away from it. And yet, you couldn’t help but feel a pull towards it instead. The kingdom in the distance was the complete opposite of yours: where yours was sunny and colorful, the other land was dark and dull. It looked as if the land was lifeless, though you knew it had a daily large population.

You looked back over your shoulder, and when you didn’t see anyone, you finally took the next step.

Once you started, you couldn’t stop and you ran as fast as you could. For the first time in your adult life, you felt free. Some of your flowers fell off in your haste, but plenty more still decorated your figure. The one that you had tucked behind your ear stayed somehow, and since it was your favorite you were grateful for that little comfort. The weight of your royal title felt far away, and you could just be you. Even as the darkness and emptiness of the land surrounded you more and more, you embraced it.

It was a quiet land, and you stayed in the forests and away from any villages to stay hidden. The trees were so dark they were almost black, and hardly any vegetation grew on them. You became more aware of how much you stood out here; a lone flower among the dirt, a lone light in the darkness. Nevertheless, you kept on the move.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of footsteps behind you, and you spun around to find that you were no longer alone in the dark forest. A hooded figure emerged from the shadows, and though it didn’t seem to move quickly, it still somehow ended up in your space before you realized it. You let out a gasp as the figure reached out and grabbed your arm, and even this close, you couldn’t see a face. The flower that was securely tucked behind your ear fell to the ground from your sudden harsh movement.

“What are you doing here?” the hooded figure asked. His voice was deep and gruff, yet void of any malice. His hood completely covered his face, and from this close you could see that he also donned a mask for added anonymity. On his belt, he carried several weapons, and the deep black sword especially stood out. You could also see the armor he wore over his robes glisten in the low light. This was obviously someone you did not want to mess with.

“I…” you were at a loss for words. What could you say? It wasn’t like you wanted to divulge who you were or that you ran away from your kingdom. But you also didn’t want to seem like someone who had gotten lost in the woods either.

“Aren’t you a long way from home… Persephone?” you heard the slight smirk in his voice. He kept a grip on your arm, but it didn’t feel like a threat for some reason.

Your eyes went wide; how did he know who you were? Maybe you should have grabbed a cloak or something so that your features were hidden, but it was too late for that now. Strangely, you didn’t feel as scared as you should have been around him. It almost felt as if the voice in your head that pulled you forward led you right to him. Was that how he found you too? Was there a voice that pulled him as well?

In the distance, you could hear the howls of wolves: the Cerberus. Legend had it that a pack of black-fured wolves guarded the border to the kingdom. Some would even say that it wasn’t even an entire wolf pack, but just three unusually large dogs. Those who have glimpsed it say that they move as one, appearing as if they were one large beast with three heads.

The hooded stranger took your silence as an answer on its own and ushered you through the forest and away from the howls, “Come with me,” he spoke in a low tone. He left it unsaid, but he felt an immediate need to protect you and keep you safe, and that started with getting you out of the darkened woods.

It felt like a whirlwind, and you couldn’t even react as he led you to an unknown destination. As the outline of a dark castle came into view, realization dawned on you and you figured out who had found you, “Hades…” you breathed out.

He let out a single sharp laugh, “You’re smarter than you look,” he replied.

Hades was both well known and a complete mystery to everyone, even other royals. His kingdom was shrouded in shadow, the night to the day that was your own kingdom. He had a reputation for being a loner, and he was ruthless to any enemy who stood in his way. And no one had ever seen his face. You wondered if he even remembered his real name or if he was among those who had forgotten it.

Rumor was that he belonged to an ancient sect, the Mandalorians if you remembered correctly, and it was part of their teachings to never show their faces, but no one knew for sure. For the most part, Hades’ kingdom, the Underworld as it was nicknamed, was left alone. And that was how everyone preferred it.

You tried to struggle, but his grip was too strong, and though he did not hold you hard enough to hurt, you still failed to break yourself free. How did you find yourself so easily taken by Hades? Technically you did run away and into his territory, so were you really his prisoner? He did not seem interested in harming you, but he did not seem to want to release you so easily either.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he seemed to sense your hesitation and in his words he spoke the truth. He would never hurt you, not when he just found you.

His words took you off guard and you looked into the blackness of his hood, “Then why don’t you let me go?” you offered back in as confident a voice as you could muster.

At that, he said nothing. You let out a dramatic sigh as you decided not to struggle for the time being. As your eyes darted around, you became increasingly aware of how much you contrasted your new surroundings. Everything was dark and plain compared to the robe adorned with flowers you wore. And yet, something about Hades’ palace was almost comforting in a strange way. Maybe it was because nothing about the castle was exactly lavish. It seemed to exist only for utility and not for show like your own palace was. It was much smaller than your own as well.

“Stay here,” he broke the silence as he left you in a small room and disappeared through the doorway.

There wasn’t much to the room, just a table with a bowl of fruits on it and a couple of chairs. As you eyed the bowl, your stomach started to growl and it dawned on you that you hadn’t eaten in some time. You looked around as you wondered if you should eat some of the food on the table. He had left you in a room with the bowl, which had to be on purpose, and he didn’t explicitly say that you couldn’t.

With a shrug, you decided that a little snack couldn’t hurt anybody. Besides, who knew how long you would be here? You grabbed the brightest thing on the table: a handful of pomegranate seeds. They were surprisingly tasty, and you wondered how something this luscious grew in such an unforgiving land.

You had no idea how long you stayed in that little room. It was hard to tell the difference between night and day in this kingdom, but eventually you relaxed into one of the chairs and drifted off.

When you woke up again, you were in a different room and laid out in a soft bed. You furrowed your brown in confusion before you shot up to stand. The room was small; there was only space for a bed and a dresser with a small bathroom attached. One thing that did catch your eye, however, was there was a single flower laid out on the dresser. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your favorite: similar to the one you had tucked behind your ear when you first encountered Hades. But, you could tell it was not the same one.

“What…?” you whispered to yourself as you picked up the flower and rolled it gently in your hands.

Your thoughts were interrupted, however, when the door to the room suddenly burst open and Hades’ hooded figure stepped into the room. The two of you just stared at each other in silence for several long minutes. Your mind went in a thousand directions as you looked into the abyss of his face and you wondered what was going through his mind. Faintly, you also realized that the pull you had felt for so long as stopped now that he was in front of you.

“You like the flower?” he finally asked in a raspy voice.

“I… Yes,” you fiddled with it as you stuttered, surprised that the gift was from him.

He let out a soft laugh that you wouldn’t have heard had the room not been so quiet. It was a nice laugh, and it made you wonder if the rumors about him were all wrong. Sure he was an intimidating figure when you first met, but he seemed to be nothing but kind to you, even if he was your captor. Is that what he was? Ever since you left home, everything felt so strange and so upside down that you weren’t even sure about your current predicament. And yet, you didn’t feel afraid. This man was armed head to toe, and yet you felt completely safe with him.

“Follow me,” he broke the silence again as he stepped just outside the door.

You blinked a few times before you set the flower down and did as you were told, “How long was I asleep?” you asked as you fell into line a few steps behind him.

“All night,” he replied shortly. Both of you were silent after that.

He led you down a hallway into a larger chamber that was beautifully lit with candles. Your mouth hung open at the sight, and the light was a welcome warmth after all the darkness that engulfed you since you were brought here. A man in a white robe stood at an altar at the end of the room and it took you a moment to recognize that your mother and father stood nearby. Demeter had a sullen look on her face while your father remained stoic.

“What is going on?” you asked, since no one wanted to break the tense silence in the room.

“We’re getting married,” Hades replied matter-of-factly. When you just stared at him, he continued, “Your father arranged it so that we can unite our kingdoms in peace.”

You were too dumbfounded to say anything and the ceremony went by in a blur. It was mostly a formality, nothing special or extravagant. It wasn’t that you were opposed to marriage, but you certainly did not think you would end up married like this. Sure it happened at times to unite kingdoms or bring peace to warring lands, but you had been groomed since childhood to take over the throne yourself, not get married off.

“Why did you have to do this, Persephone?” Demeter shook your shoulders once the vows were exchanged, “Why couldn’t you just listen to me and do your duty? Why did you have to eat the seeds?” she berated you with questions and you wanted nothing more than to run away again.

Truthfully, you didn’t even think of the consequences when you ate the pomegranate seeds, but Hades had argued that since you ate food from his kingdom and accepted his gift of the flower that you were bound to his land now. But, he struck a deal with your father that you could return home for half of the year if you ruled the Underworld at his side.

Rage burned within you as your mind caught up to your body. You felt used and tricked, which you expected from your parents, but not from your newly found companion. Why did you hold him in a higher regard than them? You didn’t think too much about it and shook the thought from your head. You ran away to escape the life that was expected of you, not to fall further into it. With a huff, you stormed out of the chamber and back into the room that you had woken up in.

You slammed the door shut behind you and leaned back against it with your eyes closed as tears of anger slowly fell down your cheeks. With a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you opened your eyes again and almost immediately they landed on the flower. What was once a beautiful gift now became an ugly reminder of your situation. You stomped over and grabbed the flower harshly and opened the window to throw it out.

Just as you were about to swing your arm, however, you froze. For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You tightened your grip on the flower as you tried again to throw it out, and again you couldn’t do it. With a defeated huff, you tossed it onto the dresser instead and collapsed onto your bed.

Your bed?

You closed your eyes as you thought about what would happen next. A thousand questions ran through your mind. You could run away again, but where would you go? Was this any better than what you came from? Was it worse? Why did this Hades marry you so quickly after meeting once? Why were you more angry about not being consulted about this than being married to him? Why did you feel this pull to him? Did he feel that pull towards you?

Eventually your mind was able to quiet itself and you drifted off to sleep. Between your emotions and the way your mind raced, you found yourself exhausted already. And you just wanted to escape this realm for a little while and just dream. When you dreamed, you dreamed about him.

What you didn’t know, however, was that everything you had felt was reflected in the blank stare of Hades’ hood. He found you in the forest because he felt a pull towards you; a pull he had felt every time he looked in the direction of your kingdom. To finally see you in person was more than he could have asked for, and he was captivated by you immediately. You couldn’t see it, but underneath the hood, he had a look of pure adoration for you. And more nights than not, he dreamed of you. In those dreams too, you always used his real name: Din Djarin.

Notes: I hope y’all like what I came up with for this AU. I didn’t want to do a strait retelling and I took some creative liberties with this to make it unique. Chapters 2 and 3 are drafted and I’ll be updating this on Mondays so there won’t be a long wait for chapter 2. And I normally wouldn’t be specific about the pomegranates since not everyone likes them but since that’s a big part of the myth, I had to put it in here lol.

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian imagine #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #din djaren x you

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starboywille · 3 years ago

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a continuation of this post, aka autistic himbo wille my utter beloved - also Wille in this au uses neopronouns! If you want an in-depth explanation of which pronouns they use you can look at Kai’s @purplehoodiesimon post here

Wille’s room in the Eriksson’s household is a visual representation of who they are, posters and pictures and pride flags hanging on every surface inch. A bed covered in stuffed animals and a nest of blankets bought by sol’s friends and Simon. It’s all soft lights from the glow-in-the-dark planets and stars that litter the ceiling and LEDs strung on the walls.

Space and stars are prevalent in the entire room, Linda having wanted to make sure moon’s room truly reflected who they were as a person, and not just the manufactured son Kristina had so carefully put together. And Wille loves space. They know every fact and tidbit about the universe and will tell anyone who will listen everything. They’ve told Simon every fact, Sara every thought, Linda every article they’ve ever read on the subject.

Sports posters also line the walls, the other facet of moon’s life on display as well. Athletes from all genres, stickers graciously added by Simon covering the corners and the empty spaces around the figures. Because according to Simon having sweaty men and Polaroids of the two of them kissing on sol’s walls didn’t signal that Wille was gay enough. Moon loved every addition.

It’s so drastic, Wille’s room at the Eriksson’s, from their room at their mother’s home. There it was all white walls, made beds and blank faces. When Simon slept over for the first time in eighth grade he called it a hospital room and Wille agreed. There, Wille was the proper son who didn’t have trouble understanding people, the boy his mother expected him to be and not the one who’d get overwhelmed with noises and crowds. There, Wille was Wilhelm, the boy who’s good at sports and nothing else. It was miserable.

So when Linda offered to let Wille stay at her home, to live with her and her family, Wille took the opportunity and ran. Sol basically loved there anyways, always somewhere in Simon’s room whenever Erik would FaceTime them, no matter the time he would call. And Linda doesn’t care that Wille and Simon are together, she just wanted to take them in, wanted to provide Wille with actual love and nurture, not just a dinner every couple of days and stilted conversations.

So Wille’s room is their happy space; a visual representation of the life they now have, surrounded by the people who care for star. Able to flourish and be themselves.

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pfreadsandwrites · 3 years ago

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九つの命/9 Lives Translation

Hi!! So, @foxy-and-tales asked me to tell her what was going on in the comic mentioned in this post. After skimming through it, I thought it'd be good practice - and it'd be easier to answer her question - if I just went through it and told her what it all meant. I realised by that point I was doing a translation, and since I was going to the trouble anyway, I thought I'd post it publicly.

So, the full comic is here. It's basically a comic that has 7 little stories about Kakashi's ninja hounds and their lives with Kakashi. It's an adorable, heartfelt story and I absolutely love the personalities that the artist gave all the ninja hounds and the depictions of their relationships with Kakashi.

My translation will be this post, follow it as a script. I don't have the skill or knowledge to edit and typeset and change the images myself - and I wouldn't do that anyway, as it would involve reposting the art and changing it without the artist's consent. But I do think that not referring to the pictures as you're reading through the script really harms how sweet this story is, so if you can go through the comic slowly whilst referring to my (amateur) translation of it, I hope you can get a glimpse of that!

WARNINGS: There is a depiction of an already dead dog in part 4 😢, and some (human!) male partial nudity in part 6 (😉)

Tagging: @scaredlittlefoxy @lemony-snickers @backalleykat @whatshernameis @gwedosuns @topsyturvy-dream @ice-icebaby @cosmiclattes

This is also the artist’s note that follows after the comic, that I’m putting here:

(Artist’s note translation)

"This is a story about the daily life of Kakashi and the eight ninken.

The ninja dogs’ personalities etc mightn’t be faithful to the source material.

The dogs live free range in Kakashi’s house.

There is an illustration of a dog dying, though it isn’t any of the ninken. Please take note.

You don’t have to read it, but below this are the dogs’ personalities:

Shiba: Friendly and sensitive

Biscuit: Childish and Selfish

Akino: Calm and cool demeanour

Bull: Timid and Quiet

Urushi: Ladykiller. A little bit dim. (Note: Himbo!)

Guruko: Annoyingly helpful and naggy

Uhei: Pure-hearted and cheerful

Pakkun: Same as in the series"

Some notes and then onwards into the translation under the cut:

Please take heed before continuing:

I’m not a professional translator, in fact I’ve done very little of this, so there’s some guesswork and liberties taken, and I don't claim that that there’ll be no mistakes.

I’ve separated it out by sections and pages, so you should be able to follow the story from following the speech bubbles (right to left) and referencing the lines here by speaker

Each space between a line denotes that it’s the next speech bubble

A new line but no change in speaker will denote that it’s the same character talking, but in the next panel or speech bubble

Italics means the character is thinking or flashbacks. I'll try and make this obvious as I go but the artwork should make that clear too.

Brackets are my additions, or me translating things like signs etc, or brackets will have smaller background dialogue not in speech bubbles. I'll try to make this clear as I go.

Stuff surrounded by * denotes actions or onomatopoeic actions/words in panels

Ask me if there’s any parts that confuse you about the story!! The way I’ve done this isn’t easy to follow but it's the best my dumb brain could come up with

TRANSLATION:

Title page

(p.1)

ここのつのいのち

9 Lives

(p.2)

1. ‘I won’t tell anyone’

(SFX: dogs playing and wagging tails)

Kakashi: Hm? You’re not gonna play, Shiba?

Shiba: …No. …Hey, Kakashi’

Kakashi: Hm? What?’

Shiba: There’s a girl I like’

Kakashi: Ohhh… I won’t tell anybody.

I won’t tell ~ I won’t tell ~

(p. 3)

Shiba: She’s really cute…

Kakashi: That’s great ~

Shiba: But I haven’t even spoken to her once

Kakashi: You should go for it ~

(SFX: *happy dog panting*)

Shiba: I’ll come back as soon as I’ve talked to her!’

Kakashi: Yep!

Shiba: I’ll be right back, definitely!

Kakashi: Ok, ok (lit. Yes yes)

(p.4)

Shiba: She’s already got someone (lit. she’s already in a couple/has a mate)

Kakashi: I see…

Shiba: She said her mate hurt his leg and can’t walk so he's staying at home…

(p.5)

Kakashi: Shiba, you know.. have feet that can walk anywhere…

So maybe you’ll meet an amazing girl again, won’t you?

(*dog cries*)

Kakashi: ...I won’t tell anyone. (*Comforting doggy*)

I won’t say anything. I won’t say anything.

(Kakashi: Aw, Shiba is pretty sweet to me, huh?)

2. Biscuit’s Sausage (note: I know his name is technically Bisuke in Japanese, but Biscuit is his dub name and it’s too adorable so that’s what I’m going with here! Also suits the personality he has in this story. What a biscuithead this boy is)

(p.6)

Biscuit: -You’re so sneaky, Kakashi! I wanted to eat sausages!

*crying dog noises*

(Uhei: Sorry, Kakashi…

Guruko: I told you!!)

Kakashi: You know if you eat sausages, Biscuit, your tummy will get sick, right? I’m boiling cod for you right now

(*tantrum noises, pounding feet and barking*)

Biscuit: *angry puppy noises* I hate fish, you idiot! I said I want to eat sausages! Sausages! Sausages!

Kakashi: *sternly* Biscuit

Biscuit: *whimper*

(p.7)

Biscuit: Kakashi, you IDIOT!

(2. Biscuit’s Sausage)

Biscuit: *sniff*

(Sign says Konoha Pet Food)

Biscuit: This is the store that sells the dog food Kakashi buys! Wow, maybe they have sausages here too!

(p.8)

Biscuit: I wonder if I'll be able to eat as much as I want… *gulp*

But if I did that, Kakashi would get in trouble

No, maybe…

*heart pounding*

Kakashi kept it (this) a secret just from me, because I'll get sick...

(Apron says Konoha Pet Food)

Shop Lady: *shuffles*

Biscuit: I didn't do anything yet!!! * heart pounding*

Shop Lady: Oh my… you really just talked!

Shop lady: You’re Kakashi’s pup, aren’t you?

(p.9)

Shop lady: Kakashi got you to come here, huh?

(Shop lady: you’re a good boy!)

Bisuke: Oh, no-

Shop lady: Though, he shouldn't have made you come pick it up without contacting us, huh? Here, sausages!

Biscuit: Sausages?!

Shop lady: There’s a pup among you guys that can’t have normal sausages, right?

It was a request from Kakashi.

He said he wanted me to make some especially for the puppy who can’t handle meat.

(p.10)

Shop lady: Well, here you go!! You’ll tell Kakashi we’re sorry for making him wait, won’t you?

Biscuit: Oh, um… But I don’t have any money…

Shop lady: It’s fine, because it’s Kakashi!

Whenever he has free time, he comes to pay.

I have a deal with him, you see. And he can't get the food if he's not here...

Next time, come together with Kakashi, okay?

(p. 11)

Kakashi: *casually picks up Bisuke* Thank you! This is for you ~

Shop lady: Thank you, come again!

Biscuit: Kakashi…

Kakashi: Hm?

Biscuit: Sorry…

Kakashi: Yeah…

I’m sorry too. I gave everyone else sausages while keeping it a secret from you.

I thought you’d definitely want some if you saw…

(Kakashi: But I got caught.)

(p. 12)

Kakashi: But…. Everyone’ll want some if they see this, too.

How about stopping by the park and eating it there?

We’ll keep it a secret from everyone 😊

Bisuke: *happy face licking and barking* When we get home, I’ll eat the cod too!!

Kakashi: Uhh… Well, Uhei and Guruko already ate it…

Bisuke: WHAT?!!!

(Flashback, Uhei and Guruko saying ‘Cod! Me too!! Me too! I want to eat some too!’)

3. Kakashi’s smile

(p. 13)

*paws thudding on ground/running away*

Kakashi: …Got you.

Akino: Ack!

It’s always only me that you brush so roughly, Kakashi!

Kakashi: It can’t be helped, can it? You have the thickest fur, Akino

*brushing softly* It’ll be over soon, it’ll be over soon…

Other doggies: That seems nice to me, Akino…

Kakashi: Hey, it’s falling out, it’s falling out ~

Akino: !!!

Kakashi: Look, it’s a mini Akino!! So much fur…

Akino: That’s too much hair off the bottom, Kakashi! Wha…

(p. 14)

*Kakashi continuing to laugh at his mini Akino*

Akino: There are times now where Kakashi summons us, even if he doesn’t have any business for us to take care of…

(Back then) he never ever summoned us outside of missions…

(p. 15)

Akino: He was doing all kinds of things, but he was the kind of person who never had a smile on his face…

Kakashi: If I had more time, I could make an even hairier one, you know

(Other dogs: *laughing* Akino: That’s a lie!)

Akino: Kakashi…. You're having fun?

Kakashi: *genuine smile* Yep, I am!

Akino: *smile* If you feel like it, you can keep going…

Kakashi: Oh?

(Later, Akino notices Kakashi has put sunglasses on the mini Akino)

4. Timid Bull (CW Animal Death)

(p. 16)

Bull: I’m the last ninja hound that came to Kakashi’s home.

Before that, I was living in a training centre for ninja hounds.

(4. Timid Bull)

The dogs I lived together with there… were all adopted when they were puppies.

But I still lived at the training centre, even as I became fully grown.

Ninja Hey, that dog looks tough, doesn’t he?

Centre manager: Yes, but… he’s not all that suited for battling…

Despite how he looks, he’s actually a timid dog.

Bull: I… I’m scared of insects. I’m scared of noises.

I’m scared of blood.

Centre manager: Because he can understand the stories of troubled humans, you see…

Bull: I’m scared of anything other than myself.

(p. 17)

Bull: Nobody would want a dog like me, right?

Kakashi: I found a good boy ~

Bull: *panicking* There’s no manager here!

Kakashi: Hello ~

Bull: …Hello… *heart pounding*

Kakashi: Ah, one that talks, huh…

Would you like to become one of my pups?

(p. 18)

Bull: Me…? Me, really? Quit it… That’s enough joking around.

Kakashi: What do you mean?

Bull: No-one wants me (😢)

Kakashi: No-one?

I want you, though.

Bull: What kind of a strange person would want me, I thought

(p. 19)

Bull: There were lots of dogs at Kakashi’s house

(Happy barking doggy noises)

Uhei: Woah, you’re huge! But among these guys, I have the fastest legs, you know!!!

Guruko: And I have the best nose!!

Biscuit: And I’m whiny!! (Note: lit. ‘I’m selfish!’)

Shiba: I have the sharpest bite!

Pakkun: I am the wisest. (Note: Pakkun I think uses Kansai-dialect Japanese lol so he sounds kinda... distinct. This is hard to convey for me lol)

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies ;)

(Akino: I’m the fluffiest!)

Bull: I was so confused

You… you’re not scared of me?

I’m huge, and I have a scary face… So no one comes near me.

They all said they weren’t scared.

The reason, they said together, was…

(p. 20)

‘Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!’

Everyone was totally relaxed, as if they had no worries at all.

They all clung to me as if it was completely natural to do so.

I realised that there’d always be someone beside me.

(p. 21)

*sounds of paws scuffling against ground in first two panels*

*jumping to the ground noise in third panel*

Kakashi: …Bull, this way is a dead end.

Bull: …Sorry.

I couldn’t go back to where you were, and I thought so, but -

(p.22)

Bull: *looking at dog* He asked me to stay by his side.

…He was an enemy, but he was already dying.

That’s why, Kakashi….

Kakashi: …Yep.

Let’s give him a send-off together.

(Note: this was a tricky one because Kakashi says 送る, which means send, and is used with mail etc, but can mean to say farewells to the deceased, which is why Bull comments on it on the next page)

(p. 23)

Bull: He wanted to say ‘I want to bury him’

But Kakashi said ‘send-off’.

Lightly, as if his life force was still there

There… there are a lot of things that scare me.

When I was waiting for this dog, I was scared.

But I couldn’t refuse his request.

(p. 24)

Bull: …I’m spineless.

Kakashi: Everyone else has lots of things they’re scared of, you know.

That’s why they all stay by your side, Bull.

If you’re there, everything will be alright. That’s how everyone feels.

If you’re close by, everyone’s able to feel safe.

(p. 25)

Kakashi: ….This puppy, too.

Dying dog: …Please…

Bull: That dog…

Dying dog: Stay with me, until the end…

Kakashi: Because you stayed with him, Bull, he felt at peace, didn’t he?

Bull: I don’t think that dog was happy…

…Kakashi.

He was very thin, and he also smelt like he was sick

To protect themselves, his owner didn’t treasure this [this dog’s] life.

Kakashi, I…

Somehow, I..

I’m very…

(p. 26)

Bull: I wanted to cry out as loud as I could..

Kakashi: Yeah… (I’m not sure who’s saying this line)

Bull: For feeling guilty towards that dog, and for knowing Kakashi…

For my life being here now.

For my life, I wanted to cry it out until the blood came out of my throat.

(p. 27)

Bull: That dog…

I wonder, was that dog ever able to feel like this, even once?

(Flashback) Doggies: Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!

Uhei: Hey!!! Bull!!

Shiba: You’re late!!

I was worried, you know!

Guruko: (to others) Hey, Bull came back!!

Bull: I’m Bull. The dog that Kakashi found.

5. Urushi’s scales

(p.28)

Urushi: I think I’m good looking

(5. Urushi’s scales)

Girl pups: Ahh~ Urushi…~

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies

(note: he uses メス, which means bitch in the literal sense - a female dog - and all the puppers use it to refer to human women too. So I just left it as ladies, as I don't think the pups mean it to be crass, they just use dog language and apply it to humans as well as themselves)

Sometimes I’m told ‘it’s probably because you’re one of Kakashi’s ninken’, but…

(Background lettering over the other dogs says ‘Unstylish/Uncool/Lame’)

But my other friends aren’t all that popular, really.

Still, I think it’s because I really am good-looking after all.

(Choruses of ‘Urushi~’, ‘Ahh…; and ‘Let’s play together, Urushi)

Urushi: Hehehe…

Being good-looking is a great thing.

Guruko: Hey, Kakashi!

(p. 29)

Guruko: You got hit by a girl again, didn’t you?!

Kakashi: *laughing* No…

Akino: Why were you hit by a girl? Do girls not like you?

Uhei: It looks like it hurts…

Kakashi: Nooo ~

Shiba: You’re so strong, Kakashi, why were you hit?

Biscuit: You couldn’t avoid it?

Guruko: *Steam from nostrils* I’ll fight her for you!

Kakashi: It’s fine, it’s fine ~

What are you saying?

(p. 30.)

Urushi: Kakashi said ‘I took responsibility’.

Sometimes humans say things I don’t understand…

Girl dog: Urushi… pair up with me.

Urushi: If Kakashi’s saying it, it must be important…

Be… Because I’m one of Kakashi’s ninken?

Girl dog: It has nothing to do with that. I like you, Urushi

Urushi: Wow… *heart pounding*

Girl dog: Pair up with me, and…

I want you to leave the ninken. (Lit. Stop being a ninken)

(p. 31)

Girl dog: I love you, Urushi, but what if, on a mission, you…

I can’t stand the thought of that!

Leave the ninken, and… always stay in the village with me?

Urushi: This girl’s a beauty, and has a kind personality…

I think that I might want to be with her…

Should I leave the ninken?

(p. 32)

Urushi: *perplexed*

Kakashi, Bull and Biscuit: *zzz, sleeping sounds*

Urushi: If I said I wanted to leave the ninken…

Kakashi: (in Urushi’s imagination) If that’s what you want, Urushi

It’s fine with me! (Background: It would be a shame, though…)

Urushi: I feel like Kakashi would say something like that…

Do I want to do that…? Not really, but… *sigh*

Hey, Pakkun.

(p. 33)

Pakkun: Something bothering you?

Urushi: Yeah, there is

I have to decide between two things, but it’s difficult…

I want both of them, but I can’t have them.

Pakkun: … Is it a girl problem?

Urushi: Yep ~

Pakkun: That’s just like you, Urushi. (Pakkun’s imagination shows two girl pups arguing:

Urushi!! Which one will you choose, me or her?! *indignant barking*)

When making a decision about something, one needs to think about what’s most.

...important to oneself.

Let’s say you balance both sides on your scales…

Urushi: My scales?

Pakkun: For example….

(p. 34)

It’s not the physical weight, but the weight of what you think is precious and important. It’s the weight of those feelings.

If you think about which is heavier, you’ll find the answer.

Kakashi: You guys are having a kinda complicated conversation, huh…?

Pakkun: Oh, Kakashi, you woke up, did you?

Urushi: *heart pounding*

Kakashi: My scales lean towards sleep, you know..

Let’s eat soon, okay? Please…

Urushi: Kakashi…. Are you happy that I’m here?

(p. 35)

Kakashi: Hm? Yeah, I’m happy!

Urushi, of course I’m happy ~

(Note: the word Kakashi uses is 嬉しい, which is ‘ureshii’ so Kakashi is making a pun with Urushi’s name here.)

Urushi: *blush* Okay!

Pakkun: What we were just talking about… Don’t talk about it in front of Shiba.

Urushi: Huh? Why?

Pakkun: Seems like he recently had his heart broken…

(p. 36)

Urushi: The thing that’s most important and precious to me… isn’t you.

That’s why I can’t be with you.

I can’t be with you, but… you’re a beautiful and amazing lady.

So, let’s meet again one day ~

Biscuit: Kakashi! Kakashiiiii! It’s awful!!

(p. 37)

(*throbbing pain*)

Biscuit: Urushi’s hurt!!

(*dogs barking*)

Guruko: Let’s go fight them!! *steam from nostrils*

Shiba: No way, is it a girl? Kakashi, you better tell him off!!!

Kakashi: Did you get into a fight with a dog from the village?

Urushi: No, it’s not that…

I took responsibility.

I’ve got a manly mark on my face, heh~

Shiba: You better tell him off!! *bark*

Pakkun: That’s it…

6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!

(p. 38)

Kakashi: I’m home~!!!

Guruko: ?!!! Kakashi, you stink!!

Kakashi: *sweetly smiling* Oh, stop it…

I saw Asuma after a long time, and we talked and ended up getting some drinks… It was nice to see him… *flops down on floor*

Guruko: Take a bath!!!

Don’t go to sleep!!

(*soundly sleeping*)

(p. 39.)

Guruko: Uhei! Uheiii!

Uhei: What is it?

Guruko: Let’s clean up Kakashi!

(6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!)

Uhei: Ehh… But if he wakes up, he’ll take a bath himself, won’t he?

(SFX: Heave-ho! Heave-ho!)

Guruko: We can’t leave Kakashi as he is when he’s this stinky! It’s fine, take it off!

Uhei: Uh, this is stuck half way, I can’t take it off

Guruko: Because you haven’t taken off his leg bandages!

(p. 40)

Guruko: Damn, this is stuck half way *pulling*

Uhei: Isn’t that because you haven’t taken off his headband?!

Guruko: This is enough, let’s carry him to the bath like this!

(*dragging noises*)

Uhei: Won’t his clothes get wet?

Guruko: It’s fine, because we’re going to wash them anyway!

Uhei: It’s amazing… Kakashi still hasn’t woken up!

Guruko: Okay, let’s wash him!

Uhei: Isn’t that… the shampoo that we use?

Guruko: It’s totally safe!!

If it’s fine for us to use, it’ll be fine for Kakashi too, right?

Uhei: I guess…

(p. 41)

Uhei: We can wash his body, but what about his clothes?

(SFX: *scrub scrub*)

Guruko: If we wash them together, it’ll be fine! Hey, pour some hot water over here ~

Uhei: Okay!

(SFX: *splash*)

Kakashi: *suddenly yelling* I’m gonna die!!

Guruko: *screaming*

Kakashi: Even with my face covered, if you pour hot water on me, I can’t breathe, you know!! You really can’t do that.

Guruko: You woke up…

(SFX: *heart pounding*)

Uhei: You really scared me…

(p. 42)

Kakashi: You’d started something, and I wondered how far you’d carry on… Ah, I’m drenched.

Guruko: Ah, I’m sorry, Kakashi!!

Kakashi: Well, anyway.. you guys ended up cleaning yourselves pretty good too. You’re all drenched, too.

Guruko: Then I’ll go get some towels!!

Uhei: Kakashi, Kakashi

Guruko acts the way he does, but he really loves looking after you!

Kakashi: I know.

Biscuit: I want to have a bath with Kakashi too ~

Guruko: That’s not it! It’s just all slippery (note: not accurate, but the gist is that Biscuit misunderstands and Guruko puts him straight)

7. I’ll always love you

(p. 43)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun…

I have a favour to ask.

(Present)

Pakkun…

(SFX: Snoring)

Kakashi: Pakkun..

(SFX: Gasp)

Pakkun: Huh?

Kakashi: It’s time to eat.

(p. 44)

Pakkun: Alright.

(Other dogs: Food~ Food ~

Kakashi: Yes ~ Yes ~)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun….

Pakkun..

(p. 45)

Pakkun: Kakashi?

Kakashi: Hm?

Pakkun: For the mission report before… You didn't need me, did you?

Why did you bring me?

Other dogs: We want to come too!!

Kakashi: It’s just Pakkun for today

Kakashi: Hmm…

Hey, let’s relax here for a little while.

Pakkun: What’s this…

Kakashi: Come on…

Well…

(p. 46)

Kakashi: I want to talk about Dad.

…No. Maybe it’s a confession?

Talking about Dad…. Felt like something we couldn’t even broach. Ever.

I think you felt this way too, right, Pakkun?

I couldn’t tell you earlier that ‘it’s all right now’. Even though it was.

It was just a matter of timing, I guess…

Pakkun: But I wasn’t waiting for you to say that… Even if you’d have said it earlier, that’d have been good, but..

Why, out of the blue like this?

A change like that… Just like…

Just like…

(p. 47)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: I have a favour.

(Present)

Kakashi: The day Dad died…

Ever since then, for a long time, now… I became strange.

I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.

Pakkun: Kakashi-

Kakashi: Even though… you were hurting over Dad not being here too.

(p. 48)

Kakashi: Dad was your first master, right?

You really were precious to him.

….The other day, when you were having a nap, I woke you up, didn’t I?

It might have been because of the food, but your nose was twitching.

At first, I thought you were growling.

When I woke you up, you had a really startled expression when you looked at me.

I understood right away.

You were thinking about Dad, right?

(p. 49)

Kakashi: You were having a dream about Dad that time, right?

Thank you for always being considerate towards me…

But it’s alright now.

From now on, I want you to tell me…

The things about Dad that only you know.

(p. 50)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: …really was a loving, kind man.

Kind, and…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: Kind, and…

…Kakashi.

I’ll tell you about Sakumo.

The things I’ve always wanted to tell you

I’ll tell you now.

Kakashi: Okay.

(p. 51)

Kakashi: Thank you for telling me about Dad, Pakkun.

Pakkun: …Don’t you dare die.

(Pakkun…)

I’ve had enough now.

Yeah. Enough.

(p. 52)

(Sakumo: I’m asking.…)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

The two of you are exactly alike.

Kakashi: Oh, really?

Pakkun: Everything’s alright now.

(p. 53)

“Kakashi!”

(p. 54)

(No text)

(p. 55)

Kakashi!

(p. 56)

Kakashi

(Note: I think the favour Sakumo asked of Pakkun was to take care of and be mindful of Kakashi always. This isn't outright stated)

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New Geraskier Devil Went Down to Georgia AU!

Hi everyone! I hope you're all having an awesome day so far! I hope you enjoy this new fic that no one asked for, but I felt compelled to write <3

Relationships: Geraskier (thought to be unrequited until it isn't!)

Editing: Betad by lovely @officerjennie

Length: 5.1K

Content: Fae Shenanigans and Geralt is a himbo!

Here's the A03 link!

Geralt sighed wearily as he finished setting up camp under the fading sun, glancing over his shoulder to surreptitiously look at Jaskier. The other man had already set up their bedrolls and had taken a seat on a felled log, strumming away at the lute in his hands. Normally, Geralt would complain about Jaskier’s reluctance to set up camp, but the bard seemed blissfully happy as he sat there creating music. Geralt couldn’t find it in him to disrupt the beautiful melody. Anyways, the stifling weather near Toussaint would make any man lethargic and he had noticed the younger man suffering from the heat earlier on. He would let the issue lie for tonight.

With a huff, he turned back towards Roach, untacking her and brushing the dust out of her hair. She deserved to be pampered, especially since she had carried them so far today. He became so preoccupied with his task that he didn’t notice the shift in the air until his medallion began to shake violently upon his chest. In one swift motion, he pulled the silver sword from its sheath and turned to face the campsite.

Nothing. He glanced over the campsite once more, hoping to see what had caused such a powerful fluctuation of chaos, but all he found was Jaskier with a raised eyebrow and a playful tilt to his lips. “If my playing was annoying you, you could have just said. No need to take out your sword.”

Geralt grunted, still on edge from that unexpected flare of chaos. “No. My medallion,” he explained, hoping that Jaskier would understand.

Immediately, the bard tensed, holding his lute tighter as his eyes darted around their surroundings. “Is something here, Geralt?”

“Yes,” a soft voice hissed from the shadows in the trees. Or was it coming from right behind his shoulder? Geralt couldn’t be certain, and given the way Jaskier jumped at the response, he would bet that the bard had just experienced a similar sensation. A shiver shot up his spine as he spun helplessly around, desperately trying to pinpoint the location of the intruder.

“Calm yourself, witcher. I mean you no harm,” the lilting voice said, the words reverberating through the small clearing. “In fact, I am more interested in your bard.”

Geralt tensed, glancing over to said bard who had perked up at the mention of his name. “I’m actually my own bard, but yes, I am the famous Jaskier, singer of the White Wolf’s exploits! How may I be of service…” he trailed off, waiting for the creature to supply their name.

A laugh rang through the space, rattling their bones and nerves with equal strength. “Jaskier,” the voice repeated, as though they were testing out the way it rolled on the tongue. “You shouldn’t go sharing your name with strangers, Jaskier. There’s great power in a name.”

Geralt cursed under his breath, suddenly certain of the danger they were in. “We have no business with you, Fae. If this is your territory we will leave immediately.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement and turned to face it. The fae was tall and lithe, something common for her kind, her eyes bright and curious with flawless, pale skin. She would look like a beautiful human woman were it not for the pointed teeth and sharp nails. “Stay your blade, Witcher,” she commanded, looking unfazed by the silver sword.

“Why should I?” he gritted through his teeth, shifting the sword closer to the long column of her throat.

She smiled cruelly at him before taking a step closer. “Because, I know the name of your bard.”

“All the more reason to kill you!”

“Oh for fuckssake, stop your pissing contest.” Geralt looked up and saw Jaskier strolling in their direction, his natural swagger back in place even though the bard still stunk of fear. He strolled right up to the fae and put a hand on his hip. “What can I do for you, milady?”

There was a pause in that moment, each party uncertain what would happen next. The silence was broken by the intruder, with a smile spread on her terrible face. “I heard you playing. You’re quite good. Pretty as well.” Geralt rolled his eyes as Jaskier preened at the compliments paid to him. Yes, the fae was telling the truth. Jaskier was an expert in his trade and no one could deny he had handsome features, but Geralt did not like that this fae was taking interest.

“Yes, well I am an Oxenfurt graduate. I am knowledgeable in how to play more than just instruments.” With a suggestive eyebrow waggle, Jaskier inched closer to the woman. Geralt sighed, exasperated by his travel companion’s insatiable ego and libido, and yanked him back.

“Stop it.”

“Nope,” the bard easily replied, keeping his eyes glued to the fae.

“As I was saying, you play well, bard,” the fae said, a haughty smile teasing at the corner of her lips,”—but I play better.”

Geralt felt the tension build in Jaskier’s body, immediately tightening his hold on the younger man. While the bard was generally a genial man, his temper could turn hot at the slightest provocation, especially when someone questioned his musical talents or when someone was rude to Geralt. Predictably, the bard’s smile tightened, turning feral and cold. “I beg your pardon?”

The fae stalked towards them with a predatory glint in her eye. “I said that you play excellently, but I think I play better than you, Jaskier.”

Jaskier’s eyes narrowed as he let out a scoff and Geralt sighed, knowing that there was no way Jaskier would let that accusation stand. There was no way they were getting out of this. Fuck.

“Not fucking likely!” Jaskier replied through gritted teeth, looking as though he would physically fight the woman if Geralt let go of him for one moment.

“Let’s make a deal then,” the fae cooly responded. “We each play a composition of our own making. If you win, I’ll take back my words and give you my prized lute.” With a flourish of her hand, a lute made of pure gold appeared into existence. Geralt could see Jaskier’s eyes widen in astonishment as his hand drifted towards the instrument on its own accord. She snapped her fingers, making the instrument disappear into the ether and snapping Jaskier’s attention back to the bargain. “But if you lose, you must come with me to court and spend the rest of your days with me.”

“No,” Geralt coldly replied, keeping a firm hold on the bard’s shoulder. “We won’t be fooled by your trickery.” He looked down to make eye contact with his travel companion, silently pleading for him to follow his lead, but the bard ignored him, deep in thought.

A moment of silence passed before Jaskier spoke. “If I win, you must also promise to leave both of us unharmed and relinquish the power you have over our names.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, shocked at the shrewdness with which Jaskier chose the terms of the agreement. Most would have taken the deal without considering the possible loopholes, but Jaskier was more cunning than he often let on. The fae scowled, but nodded in agreement.

“No,” Jaskier said, “I want you to say it.”

The fae chuckled at the bard’s insistence, before nodding once more. “You’re clever. More clever than most men, anyway.” Jaskier remained unmoved by her words, glaring at her until she relented. “Fine. I promise to agree to the terms laid out before me.”

With those words, Jaskier smiled brightly and nodded. “Alright, then we have a deal.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt hissed, pulling the bard back by the collar of his doublet. “A word.” Without giving the younger man the time to protest, the witcher dragged him a few feet away from the fae, who had once again conjured her lute and began to tune the instrument. “What the fuck are you thinking?” he hissed at the bard, his fear translating as anger through his words. “She’s going to kidnap you!”

Jaskier looked up, insolence flooding through his features. “First off, I am not a child, so she would be abducting me, not kidnapping. Second, it doesn’t matter because I am going to win.”

Geralt blinked. He almost believed the bard when he said it like that. Like his victory was an inevitability, something not to be questioned. But the bard’s hubris could be his downfall, like so many others before him. “Jaskier, you have never heard her play. You don’t know how skilled she is. She could have been playing the lute centuries before you were even born!”

Jaskier shook his head, tutting at Geralt’s worry like a mother would chastise an errant child. “Please, Geralt. She’ll rue the day she challenged me. I’m the best there’s ever been.” With a wink, Jaskier detached himself from Geralt’s grasp and sauntered over to his instrument. Geralt watched him walk away, struck dumb with shock. They were doomed.

Geralt sat down on the same log Jaskier had been occupying mere minutes beforehand, when it was just like any other night. Now, he watched as two musicians tuned their instruments for a duel that would determine their future. His hands stayed on his sword, watching the fae woman intensely. He knew it would be foolish to attack her now, but keeping a tight grip on the silver weapon made him feel safe. Useful, one might say, even though he was aware of how out of his depth he truly was.

After a few more moments of fiddling with strings and knobs, the two musicians stood up, both with intense expressions etched into their faces. Geralt noted that the previously confident look of Jaskier’s face had solidified, creating an armor that no words or doubts could penetrate. It was comforting to see Jaskier so sure of his victory. Maybe this wouldn’t be a complete disaster.

“I’ll start,” the fae said, gracefully lifting her lute into position. There was a moment of anticipation, where the silence poised all parties on top of a great precipice. With a deep breath the fae began to strum the instrument, allowing dulcet tones to reverberate throughout the small hollow. The tune started off at a fast pace—a tempo, an inner monologue that sounded strangely like his bard, swiftly corrected—and Geralt felt his heart sink. She was good. Very good. Even though he was no musician, he could hear that the notes easily combined to create a wave of infectious sound and rhythm. If Geralt weren’t a witcher, he would be dancing a jig on the spot. Although Jaskier’s music often had the same quality, Geralt couldn’t guarantee that the bard would come out on top.

The witcher risked a glance over to the bard who watched his opponent with an impressed expression etched onto his face, but his body remained lax with ease. Jaskier showed no sign of anxiety, a fact which pissed him off. Did the bard think this was a game? That this was a silly test that they could lose and later finagle themselves out of? At that moment Jaskier turned his head slightly, catching his gaze for a single second. The bard nodded assuredly at Geralt, as though he thought it would be comforting. Jackass.

Both of their attentions were drawn back to the fae when they heard new melodies joining the fray. The witcher was shocked to find that other faes had appeared out of thin air holding multiple instruments and had suddenly begun to provide back-up to the lutenist. As the sweet melody was accompanied by soaring harmonies, Geralt felt his blood begin to boil. This was not a fair fight. Jaskier was human and didn’t have the ability to conjure up an orchestra on a whim. He only had the lute underneath his fingers. How was Jaskier meant to compete against that?

He turned once more towards Jaskier and saw the first glimmer of doubt shining in those blue eyes that had become more familiar to him than his own. To most the bard would appear as unflappable as ever, but the tension crinkling the fine lines beside his eyes and the white knuckles grasping tightly at his lute were signs that Geralt knew well-enough. Just as quickly as the bard grew doubtful, Geralt observed a hardening of his determination. He watched Jaskier roll his shoulder back into place and glare at the fae, whose song ended with a spectacular final note.

The final note reverberated through the small clearing that once again was empty save for the three of them. With a growl, Geralt stalked towards the fae, itching to take out his silver and cut the monster where it stood, but he stopped a foot away from the fae. She just looked at him with a bored expression, strumming idly at the extravagant lute in her hands. “Liked it?” she asked with a cocky tilt to her mouth.

“That was not part of the bargain,” Geralt growled, using his size to tower over the fae, but he grew even angrier when she continued to stare at him as though he were an overgrown puppy dog; annoying, but, overall harmless. “You were meant to play against each other, no one else was meant to join.”

A callous laugh met his ears, the fae regarding him as though he were an unruly child, and unfortunately, that was not an incorrect comparison. Geralt knew that he had no power here. They were at her mercy. “Actually, I said that we would each play a composition of our making. I never said that we had to be the only ones playing. My composition just required proper accompaniment.”

Geralt glared at her, but was only greeted with a shit-eating grin. “Of course, if the master bard requires accompaniment, he can summon some.”

A growl fell past his lips as he loomed over the fae, powerless against her machinations. She’d tricked them. Of course she had, she was a fae, but he had hoped that Jaskier’s scrutiny of the contract’s language would have saved them from this. Apparently he had hoped in vain.

He looked over shoulder towards the bard and found Jaskier’s face pinched in consternation. It would seem that the bard had also missed this loophole. Jaskier’s scent grew more sour by the second as the futility of their situation dawned on him. That scent of fear covering the floral scent he had come to love and search for to find comfort. He couldn’t stand Jaskier being cheated like this.

“The bard has no magic. He has no way to conjure an orchestra out of thin air.”

The fae shrugged, glancing down at her nails with feigned disinterest. “I’m afraid it’s a ‘bring your own band’ sort of event. It seems as though the bard will need to perform without accompaniment. But of course that is no issue for you, is it Jaskier ?”

As she hissed out his name, Jaskier stiffened and clenched his jaw indignantly. Geralt knew there was no way for the bard to back down from the challenge, and from the coolness in Jaskier’s eyes, the bard knew the same.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Jaskier said, the faint waver in his voice the only indication that the bard was nervous. They shared a look as Jaskier positioned his lute in front of him. Geralt tilted his head as he met Jaskier’s gaze, uncertain what the bard meant to convey through his fervent expression. All too soon the moment passed, as Jaskier straightened his spine and strummed the beginning notes of his song.

As the notes echoed throughout the woods, Geralt’s eyes widened. This was a song that he had never heard before. Well, that was not entirely true. He had heard snippets of the soothing melody in moments when the bard did not believe him to be listening. Sometimes when he returned to camp after a hunt or when they had been wandering down a lonely dirt path Geralt would hear the starting notes of this song, but Jaskier would immediately stop playing when he noticed Geralt’s presence.

Although he would never admit it, Geralt was hurt by this unusual secrecy. Jaskier was many things, but quiet was not one of them. When they’d first met, it was a quality that he had found obnoxious, but after a few months of travelling together the incessant noise became soothing. He had never felt less alone in his life.

But soon he came to realize that even though Jaskier spoke as though any word could be his last, the bard never actually said anything of importance. Geralt could recite central tenets of music theory from all the times Jaskier had babbled about it’s importance—although the witcher would never mention that to the bard—but Geralt had no clue where Jaskier had been born. He knew nothing of his family, or his adolescence. Though it pained Geralt to admit it, Jaskier was a secretive man, and sometimes kept things close to his chest.

For the longest time, Geralt had resigned himself to never fully hearing this composition, knowing that the bard would deny its existence if it were brought up in conversation, and that was alright. At least that’s what Geralt told himself whenever the soothing notes of the melody abruptly stopped with his presence. But now, as Jaskier strummed his lute, Geralt found himself completely entranced by the beautiful sound it made, his heart pounding as he realized that he would finally hear the mystery piece that had been bugging him for ages.

The song itself was unusual when compared to Jaskier’s other pieces. When Jaskier performed in taverns his songs were raunchier and more simplistic, the type of tunes that common folk would recognize and sing along to. When they were in court, they were more refined, the type of songs that nobles found pleasing to their ears. This composition was neither. It was slow and yearning, like a romantic ballad of heartbreak and love. Those were Geralt’s favorite songs, but Jaskier rarely played them for an audience.

Jaskier opened his mouth and the low baritone of his voice rang out clearly among the grove. As Geralt listened to the words, his heart clenched with warring emotions. It was a love song. Jaskier was playing a love song, and to Geralt’s ears it was possibly the most beautiful piece of music he had ever heard.

As Jaskier sang, the lyrics whirled through the air, embedding themselves into Geralt’s very marrow and wrapping themselves around his heart. The words were filled with pure love. Nothing from the fairy tales that Jaskier told to the children he came across in towns, but a simpler, mundane, every day kind of love. The kind of love that grew stronger through years of hardship, that would stay constant despite the ravages of time. It was the kind of love he felt for Jaskier, finally formed into something more substantial than the all encompassing emotion he felt whenever he thought of the bard.

With a final flourish, the final notes of the song reverberated through the clearing leaving silence in its wake. Jaskier stood perfectly still, almost as though he were afraid to disturb the spell that he had weaved over the people in the woods. The moment was broken by a riotous applause coming from the treeline. Geralt stood up straighter, taking in the crowd that suddenly filled the edges of the clearing. It appeared that at some point during Jaskier’s performance several faes had formed a crowd to watch the spectacle.

As Geralt took in his surroundings he noted that the faes looked impressed by the performance. They were all clapping enthusiastically and looking at Jaskier with eyes full of hunger. Geralt walked over towards the bard, who was looking unexpectedly timid after such a magnificent performance, and stood between him and the majority of the crowd. It seemed that Jaskier was too talented for his own good and now had very powerful admirers.

Gerlat’s ruminations were cut off by the infuriated shriek of the fae who had started this entire debacle. If her inhuman screech of anger weren’t enough, she had started to move towards the bard, her pace turning her steps into a blur. She stopped in front of Geralt, breathing heavily as she glared at the bard hiding behind him.

“You’re good, but you are not better than me!”

Geralt felt Jaskier shudder behind him, but before either man could answer a voice boomed out from the treeline. As the words rang throughout the clearing, Geralt felt the power behind the speaker, and apparently so did their opponent, who immediately tensed at their sound.

“The bard has won, Adelina! You are bound by your word. Forfeit your lute and let them leave in peace.”

Adelina, as he now knew to call her, grit her teeth in frustration, but did as bid, handing the lute over to Jaskier. The bard took the proffered instrument gently, blue eyes widened in awe at the splendor of the instrument. Geralt took the time to look over the instrument as well, silently admitting that he had never met its equal. It would suit Jaskier well.

However, Jaskier nudged himself in front of the witcher and handed it back to Adelina, whose face was painted in shock. “Keep it,” Jaskier said with a smirk on his face, “Mine serves me perfectly well.”

“Jaskier! What are you—”

“Relax, Geralt. Anyways, I don’t need a golden lute to remember the time I proved that I am truly the best lute player there’s ever been!” Jaskier said the words jovially, but Geralt noted that the bard hadn’t looked at him since performing his song. Even now as he jested, Jaskier still avoided looking directly at his eyes. Something was wrong.

Adelina stepped away from the two men with a newfound respect reflecting in her eyes. “You may stay the evening. Come morning you will find your way out with no problem.” She paused and focused her attention on Jaskier. “If you ever wish to play together, the Court could use talent like yours. Keep that in mind should you tire of travelling with your Witcher.”

Geralt tensed at those few words, uncertain of whether Jaskier would take up such an outlandish invitation over continuing their travels together. Jaskier had always been an odd person who loved to outdo others accomplishments. What other human could say that they had been invited to play at the Fae Court? That would offer immortality, riches, more than Geralt could offer.

As those thoughts ran through Geralt’s head, he heard Jaskier clear his throat. Looking up, he saw the brunette shake his head. “Thank you for the gracious offer, but I shall never tire of travelling with Geralt.”

Geralt’s eyes widened at the surety with which Jaskier spoke his words. Though he had told Geralt several times that he would always rejoin him on the path, never had Jaskier said so in such a blatant manner. He wasn’t going to leave. He was going to stay.

Adelina’s eyes shot between the two of them with a knowing glint before she nodded, and with a snap of her fingers the clearing was once again empty save for two exhausted men and one confused horse.

Geralt slumped, finally letting down his guard after the most intense half hour of the week. Normal people might consider this event the most stressful of their lives, but he was a witcher with a bard that had a penchant for mischief. This didn’t even make his top ten list.

Turning around he found Jaskier putting his lute away, his body still stiff with a tension like the strings his fingers plucked so easily. It felt wrong to see the normally exuberant bard like this. So reserved, almost as though he were waiting for something bad to happen.

“Jaskier.”

The bard jumped at Geralt’s voice, so lost in his thoughts that he had forgotten that anyone else was around him. That, or, the more terrifying possibility, was that Jaskier was afraid of him . He would never admit it, but the thought tore his heart in two. Jaskier was the only human who had never been scared of him, and now a stupid competition brought the truth to light: Geralt wasn’t enough. He couldn’t protect Jaskier when it truly mattered. Maybe the bard had wised up and realized that a witcher’s company wasn’t worth the nights in a forest and the grumpiness. Maybe Jaskier would call out into the forest for Adelina, saying that he had reconsidered her offer after the shock had worn off.

Instead, Jaskier whispered, “I’m so sorry. I never meant for you to hear that, but I knew it was my best composition, and I had to get you out of this mess. It was of my own making and I refused to drag you down with me.” Jaskier paused, taking a deep breath, as though he were running at top speed rather than having an incoherent conversation. “I understand if this changes things, if you would rather not travel with me anymore.”

Geralt startled at those words, panic and confusion filling his mind faster than ever before. Nothing Jaskier did could make him want to leave. Years ago, Geralt would have loved nothing more than blessed silence as he walked the path, but now, even when he was at his most obnoxious and flamboyant, Geralt craved Jaskier’s company. Geralt shook his head and walked over towards the bard, who upon further examination was shaking like a leaf. He kneeled down to Jaskier’s level, placing a single hand on the meat of his shoulder, hoping that his touch would bring comfort instead of further anxiety.

“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?”

Jaskier scoffed, wiping away a bit of moisture gathering at the coroner of his eyes. “No, Geralt, you did nothing wrong. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable now that you know of my feelings—”

“Feelings?” Geralt asked, suddenly feeling totally out of his depth. Jaskier had feelings for him? There had to be something he was missing, some piece of the puzzle that would explain this unexpected turn of events.

Jaskier finally looked at him, eyes filled with tears, but still managing to express incredulity at the question he’d just asked. “Yes, feelings! I know the song was blatantly obvious, and I’m so sorry. I’ll never play it again if you wish—”

“Wait,” Geralt grunted, eyebrows drawn as he considered what Jaskier had just said. “The song was beautiful. It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever played, but I don’t understand what it has to do with me.”

Jaskier looked at him for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Truthfully, Geralt thought he looked a little unhinged as his fingers dragged wildly through his hair and tears ran unabashedly down his face. After a minute of this response, Geralt had had enough.

“Jaskier!” He exclaimed, trying to pull the bard out of his moment of insanity.

Jaskier wiped at his eyes, still laughing raggedly until he looked up at him. “Of course you didn’t understand,” he choked out, eyes red from the tears that still dripped out of them.

“It was for you, Geralt, like all of my songs. The song was for you.”

Time stood still as Jaskier’s words sunk in. The song was for him. Him. Geralt. The love song was for him? But no that couldn’t be right. Jaskier...Jaskier loved him?

Finally understanding, Geralt turned towards Jaskier, taking in his downtrodden appearance. The bard was once again avoiding his gaze, as though he had already resigned himself to an answer of unrequited love. How could Jaskier not know?

“It’s fine,” Jaskier said, his voice breaking one the final word. “I know you don’t feel the same, but if it makes you uncomf—”

Geralt cut Jaskier off by grabbing him by the back of the neck and forcing their lips together.

It wasn’t the best kiss ever. There were too many teeth clacking against one another for it to even come close, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Jaskier was pressed against him, pliantly moving his lips against his own.

As they broke apart, Geralt took in Jaskier’s shocked face, still puffy from his bobut of crying, but no less beautiful. Moving a stray piece of hair back into its place, Geralt happily hummed. “Was that okay?”

“Was—was that okay?” Jaskier asked incredulously. “Yes! That was more than okay. In fact, if you don’t start kissing me immediately, I swear—”

Geralt rolled his eyes and pressed their lips together, this time more gently, allowing for a sweetness that had been missing in their first kiss. Gone was the initial desperation, replaced with a gentleness that Geralt could only associate with one person. As they broke apart for air, Geralt smirked at Jaskier’s breathlessness. “I found a way to get my blessed silence.”

Jaskier gasped. “How rude! Here I am letting you kiss me after I saved both of our lives, and you reward me with cruelty! How will I ever carry on?”

Geralt shook his head fondly as he moved closer to Jaskier. “You’re lucky we are still alive.”

“Pfft, it’s not luck, Geralt, it’s talent.” Jaskier smirked at Geralt. “Anyways, we were never in real trouble.”

Geralt looked at Jaskier incredulously as the bard smirked at him. “Like shit we weren’t in trouble!”

Jaskier shook his head, placing a small kiss to the point of his nose. “Darling, she didn’t know our real names.”

“....What?”

Jaskier looked at him, waiting for Geralt’s moment of understanding, but unfortunately, Geralt had no idea what he meant. “Jaskier,” he said slowly, “your name is Jaskier.”

A laugh burbled passed Jaskier’s lips as he shook his head incredulously. “Darling, do you really think someone would name their son after a weed? Did you never question that I didn’t have a last name?”

Geralt pursed his lips, considering Jaskier’s questions. Of course he had thought about it, but he had concluded that it was just one of the things that made Jaskier, Jaskier.

The bard huffed out an affectionate laugh before cuddling closer into his side. “I’ll tell you my real name later, darling. For now let’s rest. We need to leave early tomorrow to make sure I’m not kidnapped by the Fae Court.

Geralt grunted, acknowledging the bard’s words, but already falling asleep on the soft grass with Jaskier pressed to his side. It seemed as though he had been right about Jaskier’s secrets, but that was okay. He’d have time to learn them.

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unreasonablebehaviour · 4 years ago

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Pls take this random assortment of dsmp “hcs” (which is actually just me rambling out my ass but we love to see it//)

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- Sam just like gets really fuccn energetic in a thunderstorm... like just hyperactive but also like v strong..... also immune to electrocution :)

- He’s also like all creepers are, shit terrified of cats which is v funny considering he’s sorta friends with ant

- Even funnier if u want to take the ‘canon’ fact of ant being a whole ass 20 feet tall

- Speaking of ant and this absolutely isn’t a hc but I just find it very funny that people draw humanoid versions of all of the non human characters EXCEPT for ant who I have only ever seen drawn as a cat ghgh

- Bads skin colour is deadass vantablack like if he holds his hand in front of his face it just seemingly vanishes and you can’t pick out where his hand ends and face begins

- I want him to look terrifying.... like absolutely massive a complete unit of a man, sharp ass teeth, sharp spikes and horns, sharp claws, white glowing eyes........... but he’s just like “owo” at all times ghgh

- Skeppy has chronic pain from the diamonds growing inside his body and out of his skin... sometimes he ramps up how cheerful he is to try and hide how much pain he’s in that day

- Ranboo’s body is longer on his enderman side and so he physically can’t stand up straight unless his shorter leg is on a slope

- He’s half silverfish... mainly cause I think that’s funny like hehe both those and endermen are linked to the end/stronghold and can break blocks

- This does also mean he joins bad and skeppy in the ‘help I am v spiky’ club tho

- Also also like absolutely none of his clothes fit cause his limbs are so disproportionately long so rip his ankles in the tundra I guess

- Shortza supremacy

- Sapnap... blaze boy..... I want him to steam when he angy...... v warm to the touch and all of the dteam lay on top of him when it’s cold lmao

- George is like some weird ass mushroom man.... like he looks completely human for the most part but he’s not he just never tells anyone cause he has the mentality of ‘well no one ever asked?’ Or ‘it didn’t seem important’

- When he’s in danger the surrounding plants try to help him (like lmao there’s a war goin on? Nah just take a nap and miss out so you won’t get hurt :) )

- Imagine how much funnier the lmanberg saga would be if schlatt just looked like his profile icon rather than his mc skin.... just cute tiny sheep man in a sweater... I think it’d be like that one gif of the teddy bear slamming its head onto the table to acquire angy eyebrows

- Dreams has symmetrical white patches down the front of skin... kinda like vitiligo but not? Like deadass pure white

- I also kinda just imagine him having creepy solid black eyes ghgh (haha it’s cause he’s possessed)

- He’s immortal and kinda just snapped tbh like half the reason his actions are so manipulative, selfish and drastic are both because he’s so desperate to have control over things in his life and because low-key he kinda hopes that people will find a way to kill him off or get rid of the thing possessing him (I just want a happy ending :( make him not evil pls my poor heart can’t take a non happy for everyone ending//)

- Puffy is fluffy :) I will not elaborate further

- Revived people have creepy blacked out maybe kinda glowing eyes.... paler skin.... scars and phantom pains from their injuries....

- Phil just deadass found Wilbur hiding inside a fridge and took him home with him... wil just assumed the fridge was his mom and Phil found it too funny to correct him

- Tubbo is a moobloom hybrid and all the bees love him ok 💛

- I think it would be funny if dream just deadass can’t see shit through his mask rap considering all the feats he has done

- Phil is v old and ‘wise’ but is also fairly detached from reality as a result cause he can’t really remember what earlier parts of his life were like to understand how other people act

- I also think it’d be hilarious if he ironically had like 0 life skills... cooking? He’s shit at it. Sleep schedule? Never heard of it. Taxes? Isn’t that a state?

- The floors in the tundra trios homes are constantly being ruined by techno having hooves and Phil and maybe ranboo having claws... like u no how u can like dent and scrape a wooden floor with heels? Kinda like that

- Speaking of those three I also think it’d be very funny if they all collectively became useless or started fighting in the presence of a gold block cause like 👀 ‘oo gold/hehe shiny/hold block’ mentality

- Quackity can shapeshift.... but he’s like a ditto and always has the :] face.... mmm also maybe keeps any scars he has

- His ability to control this decreases the more he dies

- So like u could he talking to him and just suddenly he looks like someone else or like a weird mishmash of people and just hasn’t noticed lmao totally not freaky at all

- Literally non of the tundra trio are equipped for the weather like u have someone from the hot af nether, bird man who’d realistically be prone to hypothermia and someone who’s allergic to water like lmao why do yall live here what is wrong with you

- I want niki to just be very exasperated by this fact

- I want her to bake goods for her friends... tailored to their tastes.... cheer up food :)

- Also i forget when she changed her skin but I think it’d be very funny if she dyed her hair pink as an intimidation factor to tommy cause she knows he dislikes techno

- Puffy ily but I do not trust you with Tommy after the disaster that was bbh and skeppys relationship counselling

- The concept of the totems being foolish’s children is very funny to me like just the implication that he just leaves his kids in random chests for people to steal and that when they witness someone die they just explode with revive energy or something like w h a t

- Ghostbur either isn’t actually Wilbur and is just some entity pretending to be him hence the ‘poor memory’ OR him and limbo Wilbur are two halves of one entity

- I just find it v sus that he’s the only ghost that’s ever shown up... and regularly at that

- mmm tubbo hard of hearing.... relies on reading lips the best he can when to help clarify what people are saying but he can hear people well enough if they raise their voice quite loud

- cursed hc but what if ash and Zachary were somehow michael decendants and they like porkums cause he’s either originally a family friend or he just reminds them of stuff

- Ok half of these aren’t even hcs anymore and is just me rambling but who let Karl be in charge of the time travel he has such strong himbo energy

- That being said villain Karl when 👀//

- Why is tubbo like one of the smartest most accomplished people on the sever... he’s like 17..... like my man has been president, developed a new form of fast travel, has a family, developed a nuclear weapons program by himself, launched a man into space, developed a whole town and more .... like who let him have this much power he can barely read//

- I think it’d be funny if techno was just really bad at strategy games..... like ok technically he’s not bad at them but like he just spends 4 days analysing every last minute detail every round to optimise his chances of winning//

- I feel like people don’t give Jack enough credit for the fact he cheated death using nothing but spite

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IM BORED. my top three farscape eps from each season::::::: looking at these i think season two has the best EPISODE concepts (it was hard choosing faves from that season bc i love so many) but season 4 is my favorite for just,,,,,,, the hecking Yearning + domestication in each episode but i dont particularly favor the episodes themselves

Season 1:

through the looking glass - i always saw this ep as being the first completely filler ep that really felt like farscape with the crew all working together and having a VERY CUTE little laugh about it at the end. i love the vagueness of it, it’s not annoying or cliche??? and i’m particularly fond of the yellow moya scenes like rygel’s like “shall i disrobe so it will be memorable” is one of my fave lines from him.

a human reaction - mY TRASH. MYYYY TRASH. just one of those farscape eps that are so Abstract in concept, they are just Default Faves for me like Always haha. so many good little j/a crumbs, the kiss in this ep is one of my BIG FAVES, i love everything about that scene and the ones leading up to it. LOVE THE RAIN SCENE. it’s probably the very first time john is like ‘maybe Earth bad’ and,,, ‘maybe space girl Good’ and i love that thruline of the show. this ep stands soooooo far apart from the majority of season 1 for me.

nerve: the hidden memory - “THE RADIANT AERYN SUN.” stark isn’t unbearable in his debut episodes woah! i like him as a sad boy who isnt a plot device! love gilina, love her death (rip), love seeing how far john and aeryn have come since they’d last seen her, love aeryn and crais’s interaction in this episode like YES GIRL SLAY, love whenever aeryn has to juggle with feeling WEAK and having to put her big girl pants on to save her himbo, love any interaction between d’argo and aeryn LOVE THAT.

Season 2:

crackers don't matter - the DIALOGUE in this episode is Insane and i LOVE IT i think there are so many line deliveries in this ep that are so memorable and Iconic they all just live in my mind rent FREE. i wish the commentary for this episode wasn’t about the more practical aspects of it because UUUHUUH i genuinely would love to just Absorb the mindset behind it. GOD TIER FILLER.

out of their minds - i am such a whore for body swap tropes it’s humiliating. another ep with a lot of iconic line deliveries! i love cb playing as john! love that for her! bb as rygel too is amazing i love all their stupid accent switching SO MUCH. love the skeksis love that they joke about them looking like skeksis because it’s jim henson and they can DO THAT.

won't get fooled again - any time i think about this ep im like man how Opened Third Eye was it to have john just immediately be like “haha ok this is fake lmao” like it’s so SUBVERSIVE in what it does pretty much right off the bat in introducing the moya crew as “normal” humans. eps like these are just ALWAYS my faves in tv series because of how crazy they can get and this one does and i love it so much for that.

Season 3:

scratch n' sniff - any time i get the moya crew on a pleasure planet or at a rave im like HELLO. :) I LOVE RAXIL she’s such a funky little freak. describing this ep is so weird its like Oh Yeah The Boob Juice Sucking One. JUST JOHN AND D’ARGO BEING BACHELORS, WHAT BLISS. i wish i got more john + d’argo shenanigans in this show ‘cause they are like such a fave together dynamically mwah mwah mwah. <3

into the lion's den: wolf in sheep's clothing - its a little crazy how much i Hate the first half of this two-parter which is super PANDERY AND BAD and then the last half is like so Insane and such a good close for the season. EVERYONE’S SO MISERABLE. the scorp shots with the imploding ship and the water UGHGUGHUGH <33333 love aeryn in this love her trying to save the Peacekeepers, love JOHN, love the little scientist nerd who works under Scorp i forget his name WHOOPS he has a nice design. THE CRAIS + TALYN DEATH IS SO GOOD;;;; LOVE THAT FOR THEM;;;;; <3333

dog with two bones - i think the fact that literally no other tv show has pulled THIS MESS off really speaks to the uniqueness of farscape and its ABILITY TO TELL ROMANCE??? theres so much in this that is just like WOWOWOWOW THIS EP IS SO GOOD. the part where they kill the rogue leviathan and rygel is celebrating on the comms and it transitions to aeryn Going Insane in her prowler over everything that’s happening. FIRE. the dog with two bones analogy UGHGUGHGUGH <333333 I LOVE THE AERYN > EARTH THRULINE WITH JOHN SO MUCH ITS JUST AT ITS PEAK HERE WHICH MAKES IT GREAT BY DEFAULT. the coin scene is SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOD THE ENDING SCENE OF THIS EPISODE IS SOOOO GOOOOOD.

Season 4:

john quixote - MY FAVE EP OF THE SERIES LOL. love the COSTUMING love the POP CULTURE REFERENCES love that its SEASON 4 love that we GET A ZHAAN CRAIS JOOL AND STARK CAMEO. another conceptually abstract episode so of course i love it lol. love the scene in the end with john and zhaan where he’s kinda a sad boy!!!!! actually funny story about this ep the first time i watched this i was in elementary school still, i grew up on this show this is my Nostalgia Baby series, and did not know what the word “porn” was so like for a very concerning amount of time i always assumed “porn” was an Alien Word and not a real word. BECAUSE LIKE, in context you see chiana holding up a Gooey Boy and going “and this? porn!” and that was all i had to go by the end.

crichton kicks - I LOOOOVE SAD JOHN. I LOVE HIM. I love the character beats we get out of a john that CHOSE THE GIRL over his home and instead of GETTING HER he is punished for it, losing his chance at BOTH OUTCOMES like mentioned in “dog with two bones” despite him having chosen One of the options and not both. love the introduction to 1812 whenever john gets a named thing i am like Yes. :~) my boy, my little man. he’s a little crazy and a little sad.

terra firma - the YEARNING in this ep man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this ep waters my CROPS one of my Biggest Fave scenes is when Aeryn and Jack are in her prowler talking about john and he’s like Do You Wish You Were Human and she doesnt answer and im like LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! more of that John Not Vibing With Earth Anymore trope which I LOVE. literally all fics surrounding this episode i will SNORT LIKE CRACK.

#its so funny having to decide a third choice for season 3 i was like #ugh............. i dont like any of these.......................................#sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the question is do i do a Least Favorite ep list and potentially get BLASTED #honorable mentions?????#love A Clockwork Nebari :)#love the What Was Lost eps theyre some of my most frequently watched COULDNT TELL U WHY I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEM #also Lava's a Many Splendored Thing

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