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jade-parcels · 3 years ago

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💍 what they want their wedding to be like 💍

With Kaeya, Dain and Diluc

Kaeya:

Kaeya never though he would get married. He liked to lay awake at night and think about it, to imagine a pretty venue and the smiling faces of his family as he waited for his love to walk down the aisle to him. Of course, he couldn’t allow himself to become too enthralled with the idea of having a wedding. After all, everyone he ever loved would eventually leave him, right? But not you. You accept him for who he is and love him despite his many, many flaws. Now, he can’t think of anything but marrying you

Kaeya would adore a summer wedding at Starsnatch Cliff. He takes you there on dates all the time, after all! He can’t imagine marrying you anywhere but there. He’ll go to Lisa and Jean for advice on decorating the place, allowing them to handle it when they insist on doing so. It isn’t every day that a high ranking knight gets married! Lisa will surely have a field day with the decorating.

Kaeya wants it to be stunning. He wants calla lillies and cecelia flowers all over, a floral canopy for you two to get married under. He wants to see pretty blues and warm oranges to compliment the feel of summer and he prays that there will be a warm breeze to blow the smell of his favorite flowers around as he recited his vows to you

Tradition says that you two shouldn’t see each other on the morning of your wedding day but Kaeya wants to! He wants to help you get ready. To him, this is an intimate moment that he’d love to share…An hour of peace where you can just relax and get ready together. Who knows if you’ll even have time to relax at your own wedding?? Cause most people don’t get to relax until the night is over

Once you’ve been officially married, socialized with guests and had photos taken, it’s time for Kaeyas favorite thing! A trip to the tavern! The knights are covering the tab tonight (which Diluc will refuse and pay for himself but neither you or Kaeya know that). Kaeya doesn’t plan on getting wasted, he really won’t, he just loves the atmosphere of the tavern. His friends all telling stories, getting sentimental and rowdy. To him, this is the perfect way to end the night

Until he sneaks you out of the tavern while everyone’s paying attention to a bard. Kaeya leads you to the fountain in the center of Mond, leading you to jump on in, to share a last dance in the cool water. If you ask why he had the urge to do this he’ll simply chuckle and say he felt spontaneous…In reality, he saw a couple do this years ago, when he was young and longed for someone to love him forever and ever, he thought the gesture was romantic. Besides, it feels nice after being on your feet all day long. Then you’ll go home, peel off your clothes and…well…consummate your marriage

Dainsleif:

Dain is a bit of a recluse. He’s wandered Teyvat alone for centuries now…He’s ready to settle down with you, the one he loves most in the whole universe

Dain won’t have anyone to congratulate him on getting engaged, no one to sit at his side as a groomsman or anything of the sort. He does not have even one friend except you. All he needs is you, no one else. He finds it hard to say without getting flustered but it’s true, he loves you so dearly

This wedding is mostly for you. Honestly he’d be fine with a simple exchange of vows and rings on a hill as the sun sets behind you. But…He is a bit of a romantic…He can’t help but fantasize. He’s read many books in his time and in his travels, he’s seen many beautiful weddings.

So, he’ll treat you. He’ll get some flowers and make a wooden arch by hand, wrapping silk and wildflowers around the wooden frame. He’ll gather stepping stones to lay over the grass so you have a stable path to follow. Crystal flies in jars will be hung from tree branches above… He’ll set up chairs for your friends and family- he’ll do it all himself to surprise you

The wedding isn’t a surprise of course but the venue will be. He’ll insist that he has it covered, don’t worry! Allow him to handle it. You just worry about how you’re doing your hair or what you’ll be wearing, he’s got everything else under control.

The first time you see the venue is when you’re walking down the aisle and oh archons…Dain has never felt his heart beat this way before, he’s never felt butterflies in his chest like this. You look so beautiful in the golden glow of the crystal flies, the sun’s glow just adding to your beauty. He doesn’t cry, that isn’t a surprise, but he does shift his weight from one foot to the other, hoping that you love the venue he worked so hard on just for you.

When the ceremony is over, after vows have been exchanged and sealed with a kiss, the plan is just to socialize until nightfall. He didn’t plan a party or make food for everyone so he’ll now let you make whatever choices you want! If you want to go back into town go eat at a restaurant, he’ll gladly follow your lead. If you want to go home and be alone together, he’ll say goodbye to your friends and family with you before carrying you home in his strong arms <3

Diluc:

When he was young, his father would take him to the cathedral for mass. As he got older, they didn’t go as often and as an adult, he almost never goes except to visit his father’s grave at the back of the cathedral

But even though he isn’t really religious, he can’t deny the beauty of the cathedral or the nostalgic feeling he gets when experiencing religious ceremonies there. He wants a small, intimate wedding with just your friends and family with an short ceremony in the cathedral where you two will say your vows and be officially married

If it were up to him, Diluc would want the wedding to take place in the fall when the leaves are changing colors but not yet falling to the ground. He’d want the color scheme to be reds, browns and cream for a warm, comfy feeling

On the morning of your wedding day, Diluc will avoid looking at you until the ceremony at the cathedral but he’ll leave you two gifts. A fancy perfume, one meant just for this special day, and a pretty shawl to wear over your shoulders to keep you warm. After all, he won’t be seeing you until later. He’d hate for you to be cold- it is a bit chilly

After the ceremony, some socializing and a few photos, everyone will head back to the winery for a feast in the vineyard. The back yard is decorated with lanterns and candles. One, long table is there, covered in a pristine table cloth. The dawn winery staff went all out in decorating and cooking and of course they are welcome to come sit as well because even though they’re maids and butlers, Diluc values them and sees them as friends

Don’t forget the string quartet he hired to play soft, pretty music to fill the vineyard with

After all of the guests have left, he wants to have the rest of the night with you alone. His staff will leave you to dance beneath the stars, just the two of you. It won’t last too long, it’s awfully chilly now that the sun has gone down. Diluc will give you his jacket to wear and hold you close, smiling as you two recall the wonderful day you’ve had, sighing agains your lips as you share warm, sweet kisses

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joheunsaram · 4 years ago

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To Make A Power Couple - 06 (knj)

Chapter 6: Garlic Pasta and I Miss You-s

THIS IS A REPOST SINCE I LOST ACCESS TO MY OLD ACCOUNT. PLEASE FOLLOW THIS BLOG FOR UPDATES ON THIS SERIES.

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Summary- Namjoon visits his parents and Yoongi and Y/N bond over their past.

word count- 4.5k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, angst, action, slightly smutty, strangers2lovers

warnings- drinking, talk of mental health and panic attacks, violence, blood, stalker

a.n- sorry for this chapter being late! i had major burn out this last few weeks but I finally got it out. Tell me what you think!

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“I hate you Kim Namjoon! Get out!”

Namjoon looks at you with an amused smile as he drops his bags at the door of your bedroom. You’re sitting in your bed, your comforter fully around you, even on top of your head, as you loudly blow your nose, some show blaring on the television. Even though he feels bad about passing on his cold to you, he can’t help but find your red nose and whining adorable. The past few months since Namjoon returned from tour had been few of the best you’d had in Korea. Although you both still had remarkably busy schedules, you had found a routine of spending time together at least once a week, usually ending your Saturdays together to spend as much of the Sunday together as possible. It didn’t matter how you spent your time, whether it was spent going out on dates or sitting silently reading or cuddling, all that mattered was that you were together.

“Aw baby, I’m sorry!” He sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around your burittoed body. He kissed all over your face obnoxiously, much to your chagrin as you groaned and tried to get him off you, worried to get your snot on him. “Okay. Tell you what. I’ll cancel going to my parents and stay here to take care of you!” He punctuated that with another kiss on your lips. Hey, he’d already suffered through this cold, might as well take advantage of being able to be near you now.

“No! Shut up! You’re not cancelling.” Since things were slower at work, the company had decided to give Namjoon and the boys the week off. He had spent the first day with you, going to the most recent Ji Hye Yeom exhibit yesterday, and was going to go visit his family for the next four days. When Namjoon told you he was planning to spend the majority of his vacation with his parents, he was bracing himself for a negative reaction, a learned response from his previous relationship. His ex would always hate that he would visit his family for extended periods when he got time off and wouldn’t prioritize his relationship with her. He was surprised and relieved to hear you not only excited that he was visiting family but encouraging him to spend more time, upping his initial ask of two days to four. He liked that you always encouraged him to call his mom when he was on tour, as did his mom, so much so that she had started to say ‘my beautiful daughter’ whenever she referred to you in front of him.

Namjoon stood up as he watched you rant about the importance of visiting family, one arm out from your duvet heaven as you waved it about to emphasize your points. He almost giggled at how endearing you looked sniffling through your tirade, hair a mess and voice a little hoarse. Taking off his jeans to get comfortable, he chuckled at your wide eyes and dramatic gasp.

“No! We’re not having sex right now you maniac!” You whine as you lie down with the covers over your head. Namjoon gets into bed, pulling the comforter from over you to sneak inside, his arms snaking around your grumbling form to pull him to his chest. Although you complained, you snuggled into him, feeling the safe comfort that only Namjoon provided you.

“I just wanna nap with you before I leave.” He kissed the top of your head as he tangled your legs with his. You poked your head up from where it was hiding in his chest to look up at his smiling face as he cupped your cheek to place a chaste kiss on your lips. Caressing the skin once he leans away, he looks at you adoringly. “Sorry for getting you sick, baby.”

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“Your boyfriend is a tyrant. Please never get sick again.” Yoongi took off his beanie and mask and shook his head to fluff his hair as you went through your phone to finish placing the order for takeout. After talking to Namjoon about how you had spent all of yesterday recovering, and even facetiming to ensure him that you were fit enough to be working again, he still didn’t believe you, forcing the only member of his band that was in Seoul during his vacation to make sure you were truly alright. You would be annoyed if your heart didn’t skip a beat at his overt concern. You were glad to spend time with Yoongi - he was pretty similar to you and you both had been slacking on hanging out lately. A few months ago you had decided to host a whiskey exchange where you would share bottles of your favourite liquor together, only for it to fall apart after two hangouts due to your busy schedules and Yoongi’s new relationship. It was nice to be in his company again, his mellow energy a great contrast to your usually loud friends.

“What did he say?” You question, laughing. Yoongi had called Namjoon many funny nicknames before but hearing him call him a tyrant made you laugh, picturing your boyfriend getting stern and demanding someone pay you a visit.

“You wanna see?” Yoongi chuckled as he pulled his phone out, navigating to the group chat and handing it to you. You couldn’t help but smile as you read Namjoon pleading to the group to check in on you, asking if anyone was around. Yoongi said he was around but refused only to relent once the other boys pressured him and Namjoon pulled in a favour Yoongi owed him from 2015.

“Ooof. Honestly, it’s not that bad. Good to know Jungkook would literally kill for me though, and that you hate to hang out with me.” You threw an ice cube at him from where you were putting them in your glasses.

“He wouldn’t. He’s just a suck up.” He dodged your attack, sticking his tongue out in triumph. “And you know I had to make Namjoon suffer a bit.”

Rolling your eyes at him as he smirked, you watched him pull out his bottle from his backpack. Your Craigellachie 16 no match for his Glenfiddich 30, you chastised him for buying such an expensive bottle for just the exchange. However, you were not going to say no to a glass of that and the two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you enjoyed your drinks. You were the first to break the silence.

“How’s your bae?”

“Oh haven’t you heard? Bae is no more! Broke my heart and left me to suffer.” Yoongi scowled as he dramatically grabbed his chest, before downing his drink. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he was joking but his usual deadpan was missing.

“Shit… I’m sorry Yoongs.” You looked at him softly, making him scoff.

“It’s fine. Going to get a sick album out of this.” Yoongi waved you off, as he reached in his backpack again to bring out three bottles of soju. “Let’s get drunk!”

“That’s… one way of looking at things. You want to talk about it?” You knew he didn’t want to talk about it, it was probably still fresh and you didn’t want to impose but you wanted to give him the opportunity to share if he wanted to.

“Nah it’s fine. It was the usual anyways. ‘You’re always busy.’ ‘Why won’t you share your feelings with me?’ ‘Do you love me more or your career?’ I say good riddance.” He scoffed once again as he poured himself some more whiskey, sipping it blissfully.

“Well good to know you’re not hiding your pain.” You narrowed your eyes at him, but decided to get drunk with him anyways, taking up his offer to refill your glass. You had an extremely light day at work tomorrow with it being Friday and all, plus you knew that once Yoongi got drunk he would tell you how he was feeling. He was a very talkative drunk.

“Oh you know it. I’m nothing if not in touch with my feelings!”

Soon you and Yoongi were wasted, sitting on opposite ends of your couch as the television played the ‘important videos’ playlist on Youtube, laughing maniacally at each random short video that popped up. The food you had ordered was sitting on the coffee table, half eaten and getting cold. Having not heard Yoongi’s giggle in a while you looked away from the screen to see him staring into space, a slight frown on his lips.

“Dude. You good?” You poked him with your foot to break him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah. Sorry just realized I’m single again. Fuck.” He looked at you with wide eyes, as if he had just had an epiphany. You frowned at him, sad that he was feeling this way. In the past six months, you had come to learn that although Yoongi often talked about how much he loved being alone, in reality he put a lot of pressure on himself to find someone to be with.

“You know you’re worth more than a relationship, right?” You placed your hand on his, smiling reassuringly.

“Don’t go all Dr. Phil on me. I’m not that sad. It was like two months but it felt nice to call someone mine, you know?” He rolled his eyes at your concern, but held your hand tighter as he finished his sentence, averting his gaze with a melancholic look. He looked at you again sighing. “How did you get over your last breakup?”

“Um… not healthily. I almost sold my company.”

And so for the next hour, you told Yoongi of how messed up your previous relationship had made you. You don’t think you had talked about it in depth about your breakup with Beomseok for years now, but somehow drunk off extremely expensive whiskey and extremely cheap soju it felt natural to share the details about your most toxic relationship with Yoongi. Beomseok and you met when you were initially still in Canada, visiting Seoul in hopes of expanding. You were busy and he tried to help you as you adjusted to a new country, but as your relationship grew so did his tendency to ensure you relied on him. As hard as it was to admit to Yoongi, Beomseok had made you dependent on him, so much so that when he left you after two years of you accommodating him, you broke down. You started having terrible anxiety, using alcohol and cigarettes to take the edge off. Panic attacks became the norm so much so that you had contemplated leaving your position. You couldn’t see your friends, worked from home, and just buried yourself away. It took half a year of self destructive behaviour and for you to wake up in a bed with someone you didn’t remember to knock some sense into you and get yourself into therapy. Yoongi then talked about his own relationship issues, the two of you bonding over your struggles with mental health and shitty coping mechanisms. It was weird to think that Yoongi hadn’t been one of your close friends before this night.

It was around two in the morning by the time Yoongi left and you felt the emotions of the night catch up to you. You hadn’t thought about Beomseok in years, and thinking about him made you feel extremely sad for past you. You didn’t deserve how he treated you and you wished you could go back in time and shake some sense into yourself, and save the heartbreak. Lying in bed, drunk and emotional, you mourned for your old self and her faith in the world. However, looking at your phone you saw the photo of you and Namjoon - him standing behind you with his arm on your shoulder as he pretends to take a bite off your cheek as you grimace - and you were reminded that you were in a much better place now with a much better man. To say you looked forward to Namjoon returning tomorrow would be an understatement.

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Namjoon: I’m back!!! Namjoon: I miss you!!! Namjoon: Come over!!! Namjoon: I’m cooking for you!!! Y/N: Um… should I call poison control now or later? Namjoon: I’m back after almost a week and this is the welcome I get? Y/N: Babeeeee you know I love you! Namjoon: Prove it. Eat the pasta I’m making Y/N: Did anyone at least help you cook it? Namjoon: IT’S GOING TO BE GOOD. COME OVER. Y/N: Ok ok. No need to yell… Namjoon: Good. See you in an hour? Namjoon: I’m at the dorms btw Y/N: See you soon jooooooonie Y/N: I miss you too btw Namjoon: I love you too btw

You punched the code to the dorm and were greeted by a very excited Moni as you entered. The white dog jumping up at your legs, his tail wagging wildly behind him. You bent down in the entryway to give him a few scratches behind his ears, cooing and calling him a good boy.

“All this love for Moni, what about Joonie? I’m a good boy too!” You heard Namjoon shout out as you made your way through the large living room towards the kitchen, Moni playfully following.

“Aww is my good boy jealous?” You set your eyes on your boyfriend huddled over a cutting board, concentrating hard on cutting what seemed to be garlic, his jaw set. Namjoon was dressed in a blue overalls under which he wore a black sweater, the hood atop his head, the hair of which was now back to his natural dark brown, his nose scrunched as he attempted to keep his glasses from slipping. You don’t know if it was not seeing him for a while or the fact that he looked so cuddly, but you felt butterflies, your stomach somersaulting. You hadn’t felt them since the beginning of your relationship, and you were a bit unnerved that he still had that effect on you six months later.

“Holy shit. You look like a hot minion!” You almost yelled as you walked towards him, startling him enough to look at you with wide eyes under his black rimmed glasses and yelp.

“Don’t scare me like that! I almost cut my hand off!” He tried to glare at you but was soon smiling widely as you ducked under his arm to stand directly in front of him between the counter, putting your arms around his neck as you pulled him into a kiss. It felt amazing to have his plush lips against yours again, his familiar scent enveloping your senses till it felt like you were drunk off of him.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his lips. Your hands found your elbows as you pulled him in closer and deepened the kiss, making him moan, his tongue massaging yours as his hands went to your hips, pulling you to him. Before you could lose all your senses you felt a sharp poke on your lower back, and you reluctantly pulled away to look behind you.

“Joonie! You’re still holding the knife!” You said in alarm as his eyes widened again and he dropped it on the counter immediately before looking at you sheepishly and apologizing. “Control yourself. I don’t want to spend the night in the hospital!”

“Then stop distracting me! Go sit there and watch me make you the best pasta of your life.” He smirked and his eyes followed as you moved around the island to sit at the stool, bending down to pet Moni as he settled at your feet. Namjoon knew he was a terrible cook, but he had spent the time at home perfecting this recipe, subjecting his mom to the first few horrible tries, till he figured it out. It was a simple five ingredient dish but it was the first he’d learn and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to impress you. You always cooked for him, from experimental recipes you had found online to traditional Korean food that was second best only to his mom’s, and though he was always happy to do the dishes, he wanted your reunion to be special. He cooked almost quietly, blushing slightly at your words and looks of encouragement, plating it like restaurants would before placing it on the dining table and sitting next to you with a bottle of wine, anticipating your reaction.

“What the fuck? You can cook!” you exclaim as you dig in for another bite. Namjoon lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he grinned at his success, finally digging into his meal. “I love the garlic. But damn, is this your way of telling me you don’t wanna kiss tonight?”

“Baby, I find even your gross morning breath irresistible, a little garlic’s not gonna stop me.” he laughed and you scowled at him, nudging him with your shoulder, as he leaned over to peck your lips. You weren’t trying to placate Namjoon, this pasta was absolutely delicious, the right amount of seasoning and everything. It warmed your heart that despite his firestarter tendencies he went through the effort to make you a home cooked meal.

As you ate, you talked about your days apart. You recovered from your cold within a day and had been back at work, and even though he scolded you for going back too fast Namjoon loved the way your eyes lit up when you talked about how you had managed to renew a contract with a client today, switching the period from their usual 1 year to 5 years. You had been working on this for a whole month, taking it upon yourself to attend meetings with not only the directors of this company but even the interns. He squealed with you at your success, high-fiving you and finding your excitement extremely adorable. You also talked about how after two bottles of soju Yoongi had finally admitted you were now his closest female friend and he agreed that you both should now tease him about it relentlessly.

Namjoon told you about how excited everyone was to have him home for that extended period of time, and how healing it was to be around them after the cacophony of tour. Apparently his sister had recently started learning how to make loom bracelets and he showed off the purple one on his wrist, telling you about how he had a matching one for you in his bag. Namjoon looked refreshed and you were glad you convinced him to spend the extra time home. He had also managed to bring back another bonsai tree to add to his collection, taking the time to explain how in a few years he could potentially tap the mini maple for some syrup. The image of your clumsy boyfriend trying to tap a tiny tree made you laugh. As the conversation continued and you both finished your food, you saw his mood dip a little. You silently lean forward cupping his face, as he nuzzles into your touch.

“My beautiful, hardworking boy. What’s wrong?” You coo with a soft smile on your face as your thumbs stroked his cheekbones and he pouts exaggeratedly before his hands go around your waist pulling you into his lap.

“I missed you.” He whispers as he nuzzles his face in your chest, his arms tightening around you. Namjoon felt cocooned in your sweet floral vanilla scent, and even though he’d been home just this morning, this felt like home too - just being in your embrace. He felt his heart swell with adoration as you stroked his hair slowly, whispering affirmations into his ear, slowly forgetting his worries about not spending enough time with you.

Usually when you both met after being apart, it was all desperation to get naked, but for the first time this felt much more intimate. He could hear your heartbeat and it soothed him. He suddenly envisioned both of you old and weathered in each other’s arms and he couldn’t fight the grin that made it on his face. He showered you in kisses, moving from your chest to your neck to your jaw and finally to your lips, where he stayed, kissing you firmly as his arms wind tighter around your waist. You lost yourself in his touch, wanting nothing more to be consumed by him as you tugged lightly at his hair, swallowing his moans. Before things could escalate you get startled by a loud thud.

“Wow! Right where we eat!” Jimin clicked his tongue in disapproval, as you both sheepishly stared at him.

“Noona!” Jungkook exclaimed as he came over to Namjoon and you, dragging you into a hug as he kissed the top of both of your heads. The two men seemed overly excited, and as Namjoon explained to you how he thought he was alone in the dorms tonight since no one has been around in weeks, the two interrupted to say that they had come to start a movie marathon, hoping to stay up all night since they had the day off tomorrow to marathon the Batman franchise as they had a bet going on as which one was the best.

“Do you guys want to join us?” Jimin asked politely as he munched on leftover pasta on the table. You excitedly opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word out, Namjoon looked at you sternly.

“Nope.” He refused the boys as he looked at you, leaning in close to whisper in your ear before he nipped at it. “Baby, ignore your obsession with Batman. I want my dessert.” His voice was a few octaves lower than usual and his words made you shiver, a blush creeping up your face as a nervous giggle escaped your lips. Maybe you could skip rewatching these old movies, just once.

Bidding a quick goodbye to the boys and ignoring their smirks, you both made your way to Namjoon’s room. As soon as you were out of sight, Namjoon pulled you into another kiss, slotting your lower lip between his, making your heart race as he walked you down the hallway towards his room. You almost tripped over his bags haphazardly strewn in front of his door.

“Sorry, didn’t have time to go to my room yet.” He chuckled against your lips as his grip on your hips stabilized you. You giggled as you turned around to open his door, his lips on your neck instantaneously as he rubbed his growing bulge against your butt. His touch had you breathless as you moved in his room, Moni following closely behind you. Removing himself from you he picked up his dog and moved him outside murmuring an apology to the whining canine as he shut the door.

Without wasting any time, he pinned you against the door, your makeout session getting heavy. Your eyes were screwed shut as you mewled, his lips along your neck igniting a fire in you. Your hands moved from his hair to the buckles of his overalls, snapping them off as they fell to the ground unceremoniously. “Oh look! Easy access!” you exclaimed as he smiled against your skin.

His lips met yours again, his hands kneading the flesh of your sides under your shirt. You could kiss him like this forever, the way his tongue explores your mouth as if he doesn’t already know every crevice of your body, as if he’s worshipping you. His kiss slows down, turning from a sloppy fiery heat to intentional moves made to make you moan as he moves you towards the bed, dropping you to the middle as soon as your knees hit the back of the bed. He stands above you removing his shirt with one hand as you move backwards and soon he’s slotting himself between you.

“Fuck I love you.” He whispers as he kisses your cheek, moving towards your ear. You moan loudly as he grinds against you. Your hands run over his back, feeling the muscles as he continues to kiss your neck, biting it before soothing it with wide licks of his tongue. You used to be embarrassed by the marks he left behind but somehow as time passed you craved them. Jiyoung had even nicknamed him your vampire, and you’d be lying if that didn’t make you giddy.

Realizing you were still fully dressed you pushed at his chest, making him lie next to you as you straddled him, one of your knees almost slipping off the edge of the bed. You giggle at your clumsiness as he holds your hips to steady you and you slowly unbutton your shirt. As your skin becomes visible he runs his hands up your stomach to your chest, squeezing each breast as he reaches your neck before pulling your face to his.

“Mhmm… my pretty girl.” He almost growls as he pulls you into another heated kiss, his hands cupping your face as you grind on him. Suddenly you feel a tug at your hair, making you moan into his mouth, breaking the kiss. Before you know it you are on the floor, laughing at your clumsiness as you see his confused face, eyes still closed, lips puckered.

However, your laughter dies as you hear a loud screech. That’s when you feel that your hair was still being tugged as you looked up to see a tall, bulky woman, probably in her late thirties calling you a slut. Before you can even register what is happening you feel a sharp pain across your face as you realize you’ve just been punched. You taste the iron before you notice drops of bright red on your chest.

You cup your nose with one hand as you hear chaos ensue. Namjoon yelling your name as Moni barks loudly outside the room. You are aware that you are still lying on the floor but your eyes refuse to open as you hear scuffling before the door being slammed and Jungkook’s voice.

Everything’s a blur and you hear a loud blood curdling scream. Before you can register that that noise came from your mouth you hear your arm snap just as the most pain you have ever felt in your life turns your arm numb. You don’t remember much after, only grunts and shouts of your name. The last thing you hear is Namjoon’s voice calling your name repeatedly as he holds your head.

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sondepoch · 3 years ago

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🥺anon!

i’m glad you finally started the inazuma archon quest! i’m respectfully looking at all your thoma reblogs and i approve of the thoma-fication of your blog. sometimes i just wanna choke childe but i know thoma would treat me well (but i wouldn’t be opposed to a childe x reader x thoma fic)

and i’m so scared of the prospect of a ruin guard x reader fic bc i do NOT want to simp for a ruin guard akdkgkhm but i trust you sonde :’) my heart is in your hands when it comes to fics

yess thoma is <3333 i actually starting a little drabble for him yesterday (AU where reader is part of the kamisato clan, middle child between ayato and ayaka) and he has to ~serve~ bc i can't resist he's just too cute!!!!

but okokokok ruin guard x reader au. (below the cut bc it got long hehe)

it's an au where the First Field Tiller (FFT) is the main character and it turns out that the reason the FFT is more powerful than all the other ruin guards was bc it was SO powerful that it had acquired consciousness. or at least something that bordered on sentience. (khaenri'ah was intimidated by the fact that they'd created a machine that could think for itself, and that's the reason why none of the other field tillers that followed were so weak in comparison.) but yada yada this field tiller manages to escape khaenri'ah and it goes to mond in search of some kind of meaning for its miserable, dreadful life where it can only serve as a weapon of war.

FFT goes as far from khaenri'ah as it can and ends up in Old Mondstadt where it finds peace in the emptiness of the location. FFT doesn't want to hurt people, but it can't help the way it was programmed to attack anyone who draws near, so for years, FFT shoots warning missiles at anyone who wanders close to keep itself as closed off from the rest of the world as possible bc a war machine so powerful as itself doesnt deserve happiness, doesnt deserve to be in a place where its instincts might one day bomb everyone it loves, doesnt deserve to have a life like the humans that share its level of conscious thought.

cue the entrance of Reader: a confident and battle-hungry adrenaline junkie (lmao probably an ancestor of childe's) who takes the stories of The Tyrant's Final Fury as a challenge: and so Reader ventures into the domain of Old Mondstadt in an attempt to discover the Tyrant and defeat it. only, there's...a ruin guard? and it keeps backing away whenever Reader gets close? and when reader draws their sword, the ruin guard lets out the most agonized wail as its eye glows brighter—almost as if...as if it's resisting it's programmed fight responses?

Reader is too confused to fight, and through much trial and error, Reader discovers that this FFT has consciousness. enough to be able to interact almost like a human. soon, Reader finds that FFT can communicate by writing on the ground—and that FFT can actually hear and understand what Reader is saying.

it's a difficult affair, given that FFT's eye glows brighter and it's auto-programmed offenses threaten to trigger whenever Reader gets too close, but Reader gradually learns of the ruin guard's story, and the two grow close. it can't truly be considered love because love is such a human construct and this machine is anything but, yet...Reader finds solace in FFT's presence. it's hard when Reader has to constantly stay away to avoid triggering FFT's fight responses, but Reader feels calm in FFT's presence. the constant desire to kiil, the constant search for adrenaline, the eternal quest for something to hold Reader's attention...all of that goes away in FFT's presence.

as time wears on, Reader begins to trust FFT more and more.

unfortunately, FFT doesn't trust itself.

Reader wants FFT to begin weaning itself into public life, wants to slowly train the programmed fight-or-self-destruct response out of FFT. but FFT says no. FFT doesn't think that it's possible to overcome its base programming, doesn't think that it's possible for it to ever have a life where it can live among humans.

Reader disagrees.

trying to prove that FFT is stronger than it thinks it is, Reader steps closer to FFT, trying to show that look! you're not attacking me! you're strong enough to control your instincts! only...it doesn't go as planned.

the moment Reader steps too close to FFT, the ruin guard's eye glows a bright orange as it turns to life. in that instant, all the decades of humanity that had slowly begun to set in—the decades where FFT experienced loneliness, isolation, fear, and ultimately, love, at Reader's hand—is undone. only programming remains, and FFT was programmed to kill.

Reader is strong, however.

FFT's first blow is surprising, but Reader is a soldier of hundreds of battles, someone who seeks out bloodshed because they know they have the ability to effortlessly spill it. with strength, power, and skill that only Reader can possess, they effortlessly disarm the ruin guard, destroying its so that it can't move forward anymore.

with FFT's feet crushed, it has no way of stepping closer to attack. Reader takes that as an opportunity to try reasoning with the machine, praying that the sound of their voice will wake FFT up from this programmed nightmare, praying that the time they've already spent together won't have been wasted.

what Reader doesn't anticipate is the depth of detail with which khaenri'ah created FFT.

Reader's eyes are closed when the missiles hit, half-way through an earnest soliloquy about how they've finally gotten the chance to experience love because of FFT, how they know that FFT's own love will be strong enough to overpower its programming.

never in their wildest dreams could Reader have anticipated how FFT's back opened up, sprouting eight flaming missiles that all aimed for Reader's head.

the one mercy of Reader's death is that they have no time to anticipate it: one second, they're pouring their heart out to their lover, and the next, their skull is crushed to bits, bleeding out on the cement floor.

only with the threat vanquished does FFT's programmed defenses slowly begin to wane. a single glance at Reader's limp body is enough to understand what has happened.

the wail that leaves FFT's body is devastating. it can be heard across teyvat, and it's the sound that ultimately rouses stormterror, something that shakes the very world to its core.

all FFT wants is to crawl over to Reader and cradle their dead body in its arms as a final tribute to the love they once shared, but FFT's legs have been destroyed. it can only sit on the ground numbly, craning its head in the direction of its dead lover, forced to watch for the rest of eternity as Reader's body is picked apart by ravens and cranes, insects and lizards, worms and plants.

vaguely, FFT thinks that it deserves this punishment: khaenri'ah may have been its creator, but it was the one that chose to keep on living. it chose to survive in a world of the living when it could only ever bring death. programmed or not, it chose to do this to you.

it's the reason why when, centuries later, a traveler with strange clothes and a blonde man that FFT vaguely recognizes attempt to remove FFT's eye, its core, its central processing unit, the only thing keeping it alive—it lets them.

and when the quiet machine whirr that's followed FFT its entire life finally begins to fade, all it can think about is how, maybe, it'll get to see your face one more time after this.

#KHAENRI'AH SPOILERS #DAINSLEIF QUEST SPOILERS #GENSHIN SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT #TW: DEATH (under the cut)#TW: BLOOD (not graphic also under the cut)#🥺anon #spoilers for field tiller quest #spoilers for dainslief #tbh its not spoilery since most of its fanon but idk #this was so fucking difficult to write since reader is they/them in this (gender neutral) and FFT is it/its #uhhh angst #<3 #saved you for last bb so that this will be the final ask of the night bc i want people to read this tmrw <3

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fritae · 4 years ago

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The Missing Piece:

Chapter 2 - Frustration

Gang leader! AU / Corporate! AU

Characters: Dabi x F/OC

Status: Ongoing

a/n: hey guys! so I'm playing with this idea and I'm not sure if I'm conveying it properly, but I hope you enjoy regardless! this story's really fun to write and I'm excited for what's to come! I'd really appreciate any feedback 🖤 thanks!

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"Call Mr. Tobiro, tell him we're airing a new program next month" Mr. Lane tells me as we hurry through the halls.

I get confused. Didn't we resolve all this new program talk last week? I know the ratings still bother Mr. Lane, but enough to go against the board?"

"Sir, is this-"

"No. I'm not replacing any of the current shows. It'll be during the special programming slot on Saturday," He scowls. "A 2 hour special documentary about the Todoroki corp's amazing work these past few years. You know how popular the company is."

Something about this makes me uneasy. Why would he decide this out of nowhere?

His commands jolt me back to reality. "Make sure he adjusts the schedule and starts airing commercials. I want huge ratings, Ms. Aiko. We don't spend all this money to have another company show us up."

An intern quickly hands me Mr. Lane's morning coffee. I mouth a thank you and follow him to his office.

I place the coffee on his desk as he shouts on. I spot another employee carrying files for Mr. Lane. Her hands shake, as if she's trying to decide whether or not to drop them off now. We lock eyes through the glass and I decide for her.

Not now, I shake my head from behind Mr. Lane. Her eyes widen and she nods before quickly hurrying off.

"Are you listening to me, Ms. Aoki?

"Yes sir. I'll call Mr. Tobiro right away."

I keep a straight face as he shouts for the delay. As soon as I find an opening, I go out to call our corporate lawyer.

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During lunch break, I head down to the cafeteria. I smile when I spot Aliyah and the crew. We tried to sync our lunch breaks to ensure we had some time together during the day (though we at times have to work through our breaks). It makes work feel less lonely.

"Rina!" She exclaims when I grab the seat beside her.

"We finally have some time together," I laugh before hugging her.

"Those bastards work you like a dog," She grumbles.

"You too," I pick at my salad. "Your hours are worse than mine."

"Yeah but I don't have the boss barking orders at me every second of the day. Rina's the real champ here, guys." She tells the table. The others clap at that, and we all share a laugh through mouths full of food.

As a couple executives make their way past our table, we stand up and smile at them in respect. But watching our smiles fall as soon as they walked away made me feel bitter.

"I hate how they treat us like trash and we still have to smile and kiss up to them." I whisper.

Al nods immediately. "But it's whatever. The more you kiss up, the better they'll pay you."

I don't respond to that.

Instead, I think back to the stranger I met last night.

Then what you want isn't money. You want more. He told me.

But the amount they pay us should be enough that we take whatever they throw at us.

Right? I mean, this is why everyone dreams of working here.

"Oh, by the way did you guys hear?" Aliyah suddenly whispers. "You know that multibillion dollar company uptown? Todoroki Inc.?"

"The one with all those charity projects?"

Todoroki Inc. was a big name in the industry. Their extreme success is known worldwide - but they're really known for their philanthropic branch: including building orphanages for the poor, handing out 6 figure donations, and the famous Boku no Hero Academia - where they train leaders in every industry to become tomorrow's changemakers, or as they call it "heroes."

Aliyah voice gets lower, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Except turns out Mr. Todoroki has been caught up in major lawsuits these past few months."

I frown. "For what?"

"Apparently there's been several child abuse cases at the orphanages he sponsors."

All around the table, our mouths drops. Usually lunchtime gossip involves the newest couples or breakups of the day. But this...

This has severe implications.

I'm not surprised that Al knows this. She interacts most directly with our guests and stars meaning she's in on a lot of industry gossip. But still...a major lawsuit like this?

"Is this real or is it one of your rumors?" Someone asks her suspiciously.

"It's as real as you or me! I saw videos . Trust me. There's plenty of people with beef against the company. Big boss Todoroki spent heavy money to keep it all hush-hush. But word travels quickly." She leans back in her seat with a smug look on her face. "We'll see how much power Enji really has by how quietly this unfolds."

"That's disgusting." I push my salad away, my appetite gone. "He can't get away with something like that. Where's the accountability?"

"There is no accountability, sweetheart. That's the way it works. You got money and power, you can get yourself out of anything. Besides, Enji has a reputation. He's got supporters everywhere, people see him as a hero because of all these charity projects."

"But they don't know what's happening in those projects!"

Suddenly, I remember something.

The special program!

I have to tell Mr. Lane. If this is really what's happening, we can't air something like this. It'll give people a false image of what the company stands for. Charity projects that have no proper supervision and that serve as places of abuse should never be celebrated.

"I- I have to go. I'll see you later Al, good luck with your schedule today!"

"But-"

"Sorry, I just remembered something I have to do."

I can't let her know about the program just yet. If I'm lucky, it hasn't been formalized into our official programming. I need to get to Mr. Lane before it does...

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"Mr. Lane!" I barge into his office.

My boss looks up from his desk, slightly concerned at the look on my face. I slow down to catch my breath.

"Sir, about the Todoroki programming you want to set up. We need to cancel it sir, there's- there's a huge lawsuit going on. The orphanages - the kids are being mistreated sir, please-"

Mr. Lane leans back in his seat.

"Ms. Aoki, relax. That's not your concern. The deal is done."

"Sir...this will give a false image of Mr. Todoroki and his company."

"It's not a false image, it's an alternate image. That's what this whole industry is about. Mr. Todoroki is not responsible for what his managers do. And unless you're speaking with legal authority, I suggest you end this conversation now, Ms. Aoki."

"But sir! A program like this will give people cause to celebrate Todoroki Inc., rather than properly probe into these issues. What about the kids? The victims? Sir, please- this is about more than just-"

"This conversation is over, Ms. Aoki."

I try to think of another argument quickly. What else, what else. What could this nimrod possibly care about.

"But sir!" I say quickly. "If this blows up and becomes public knowledge, what will the people say about our company? It'll be bad for our name, we'll lose the respect we have in the industry, don't you think?"

Mr. Lane lets out a deep sigh. "Ms. Aoki, I know you're smarter than this. If the lawsuits go public..." I get worried by the excitement thrumming behind his eyes. "More people will tune in to watch the program. Everyone will be eager to see the other side. If we play our cards right the ratings will be-"

I scoff.

Mr. Lane stops speaking. The sudden ice in his eyes makes my bones go cold, but for once, I can't back down.

"The ratings?" I almost laugh. "Sir, I'm telling you there's kids being abused due to this man's lack of accountability, and you want to use that for profit? What about the truth? What about justice!"

"To hell with truth and to hell with justice!" He slams his fist. Mr. Lane gets up to tower over me. "I make the decisions here, Ms. Aoki. Your job isn't to advise me or to babble on about bullshit like the truth. This is a broadcasting company, and your job is to maximize profits - that's it! Got it?"

I feel my face grow hot.

"You've been running on thin ice for a while now, Ms. Aoki," His voice gets dangerously low.

I bite my tongue.

"I can assure you that no other company would give you the benefits package we've given you. It seems we've spoiled you, haven't we? That's why you're comfortable running your mouth like this."

"Sir, I-"

"I'll see to it that your salary is adjusted appropriately until you learn your lesson. And I warn you," He says through clenched teeth. "I see any of this behavior again, you'll be asking for much more than a salary reduction, Ms. Aoki. Got it?"

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Emotions I didn't know I could feel bubble within me. Hatred and rage boil deep in my core. But what can I do? What can I do.

I look from left to right. Trying to find something, anything to throw. Anything to take my anger out on. But when I find nothing, I hurry to the edge of Du Monde's roof. My chest heaves with the weight of my anger.

And as I overlook all of Midtown, and the entire city seems to be under me, I scream.

I scream and then I scream again.

I let out every trapped word that's been aching to escape.

All the swear words stuck to the back of my throat for years.

I release it all into the sky, knowing the wind will carry it for miles.

"Fuck you Mr. Lane!" I screech. "You no good fucking bald-headed, stout faced little piece of-"

"Woah!" I hear someone say.

Suddenly, a pair of arms pulls me back by the waist, as if to restrain me.

Of course, this does nothing but infuriate me more.

"Who the fuck- let me go! Let me go before I fucking rip every single finger off your hands and shove them-"

"Easy!" The voice says again, before releasing me on the ground. "Don't stand so close to the edge, idiot. You could fall."

"If I fucking fall, I want everyone to know it's Mr. Lane's fault! Fucking sue NNTV and put the Court verdict over my fucking grave so I know-"

"Hey! Look at me." The headless voice says. "No one's fucking fall-" He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Listen. I need you to calm down."

I scoff. Calm down? Is he telling me to calm down? With clenched teeth, I turn around. Ready to throw all my fury at this intruder. "Who the hell do you think you are? Don't you dare tell me to calm-"

My mouth drops when I lock eyes with the slightly concerned stranger.

With those electrifying blue orbs.

No.

This isn't a stranger.

Not a total stranger at least.

The man I bought coffee for last week at Du Monde stares back at me.

"...down."

A smile plays on his lips. "Hey. So you remember me."

"What..." I let out an annoyed breath, though it's not as angry as it was a moment ago. "...are you doing here?"

A toothpick sticks out of the corner of his mouth. He pulls it out as he ponders over my question. "Well, I was doing business. And then you decided to let all of New York know you were crazy."

I scoff. "You haven't seen crazy." I mumble.

"You got quite the mouth on ya," He smirks. "A little loud..." He tilts his head, as if considering again. "But you're honest."

I cross my arms and look toward the skyline, ignoring the people cautiously watching us from the other side of the glass. They can whisper to themselves about how crazy I am. This is New York. No one will remember this by tomorrow.

"Thanks. Now if you don't mind, I have other crazy things to do. And don't you have a business to run? People to be an ass to?"

The man tilts his head, as though slightly disappointed. But his lips remain curled. "Now come on. I've been hoping to run into you and you want to leave so soon?"

I frown. "Why would you want to run into me? You aren't a creep, are you?" I ask suspiciously.

"Creep?" He shoots me a pointed look. "There you go making a guy regret being nice," He tsks. "I was hoping to pay you back for the coffee."

He still remembers that?

"You know what," I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Normally I'd say no need. But considering I'm probably gonna be jobless soon, I might just take you up on that."

"Well then," He stands up and offers me a hand. "I don't know how much crazy you still got left in ya so let's go somewhere a little closer to the ground."

#dabi #todoroki touya #dabi fanfic #dabi fic #dabi x female reader #dabi x oc #dabi x reader #dabi angst #dabi fluff #dabi is touya #bnha fics #dabi bnha

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joheun-saram · 4 years ago

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To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 6

Chapter 6: Garlic Pasta and I miss you-s

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Summary- Namjoon visits his parents and Yoongi and Y/N bond over their past.

word count- 4.5k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, angst, action, slightly smutty, strangers2lovers

warnings- drinking, talk of mental health and panic attacks, violence, blood, stalker

a.n- sorry for this chapter being late! i had major burn out this last few weeks but I finally got it out. Tell me what you think!

taglist - @beach-bitch-bitch-beach, @sscheherazadee, @rjsmochii , @jinjccns , @joyful-jimin @sideblogger @agustdpeach @diamonddia-mond

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“I hate you Kim Namjoon! Get out!”

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“He wouldn’t. He’s just a suck up.” He dodged your attack, sticking his tongue out in triumph. “And you know I had to make Namjoon suffer a bit.”

“How’s your bae?”

“Shit… I’m sorry Yoongs.” You looked at him softly, making him scoff.

“It’s fine. Going to get a sick album out of this.” Yoongi waved you off, as he reached in his backpack again to bring out three bottles of soju. “Let’s get drunk!”

“Oh you know it. I’m nothing if not in touch with my feelings!”

“Dude. You good?” You poked him with your foot to break him out of his thoughts.

“You know you’re worth more than a relationship, right?” You placed your hand on his, smiling reassuringly.

“Um… not healthily. I almost sold my company.”

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Namjoon: I’m back!!!

Namjoon: I miss you!!!

Namjoon: Come over!!!

Namjoon: I’m cooking for you!!!

Y/N: Um… should I call poison control now or later?

Namjoon: I’m back after almost a week and this is the welcome I get?

Y/N: Babeeeee you know I love you!

Namjoon: Prove it. Eat the pasta I’m making

Y/N: Did anyone at least help you cook it?

Namjoon: IT’S GOING TO BE GOOD. COME OVER.

Y/N: Ok ok. No need to yell...

Namjoon: Good. See you in an hour?

Namjoon: I’m at the dorms btw

Y/N: See you soon jooooooonie

Y/N: I miss you too btw

Namjoon: I love you too btw

“All this love for Moni, what about Joonie? I’m a good boy too!” You heard Namjoon shout out as you made your way through the large living room towards the kitchen, Moni playfully following.

“Holy shit. You look like a hot minion!” You almost yelled as you walked towards him, startling him enough to look at you with wide eyes under his black rimmed glasses and yelp.

“Wow! Right where we eat!” Jimin clicked his tongue in disapproval, as you both sheepishly stared at him.

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#kim namjoon #namjoon fic #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #bts namjoon scenario #bts fic #bts scenarios #rm x reader #rm fluff #bts rm scenario #bts rm #bts rm fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction

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albrich · 3 years ago

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@jinxbe : [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine but make it sparring —— nonverbal ( accepting )

rooftops flew beneath his feet / worn gables hardly making a sound as he streaked across the sky. there would be a great deal more dramatic ambiance if it were the dead of night, if darkness had fallen, but this is hardly a situation which warranted that ——— instead it’s midafternoon, the sun is high in the sky and there isn’t a cloud in sight / a steady breeze draping itself over mondstadt like a familiar blanket. he moves as if this were a stealth mission which, for all intents and purposes, it is. kaeya is an expert a subterfuge an expert at tracking and an excellent agent / as they had always been TRAINED TO BE.

and this? this is an optimal use of his abilities.

his gaze is trained down, over the rooftop, trailing after his target / expression intent, a smile curling at their mouth : THIS EVER—BELOVED THRILL OF THE HUNT. the ideal place to strike is down this street and to the left in the corridor just before the exit into a main thoroughfare, and if kaeya knows their mark at all ( and don’t they always? ) then he should be taking it right ——— about ——— now.

he perches himself on the edge of the roof for a heartbeat / and then another / frost delicately trailing along the metal of the gutter where their fingers rest / before they DIVE FORWARD, sword forming in a flurry of snow as they fall upon his victim, spinning in midair as they strike silently, the only warning being the MILLISECOND of snow falling atop his target’s head.

BLADE MEETS STONE as bennett whirls around, eyes gone wide as his own sword is called into his hand in a blaze of heat and metal sings as they crash against each other with kaeya’s next strike. it takes a moment ( and perhaps another ) for kaeya’s presence to register in bennett’s mind, as a grin overtake his features as their blows nearly mirror each other / until kaeya phases from existence with a shimmer of FREEZING AIR, appearing in the space between breaths behind bennett, who misses the parry and is hit with the flat of kaeya’s blade for his trouble.

❝ your reaction time has improved, ❞ it’s an OBJECTIVE FACT and he watches as bennett’s shoulders raise every so slightly with pride as a result of the praise. such an obvious / clear—cut reaction / it’s almost ENDEARING, given that kaeya had ambushed him out of nowhere and is attacking him without pulling back any stops ——— aside from generally avoiding actually injuring the kid, of course. ( after the first few times it simply wasn’t worth the chastising they got from barbara. )

luckily : bennett took to kaeya’s special brand of training like a duck to water, unlike a great deal of others that kaeya has trained in the past. they’ve lost track of how many fledgling knights had requested to be trained under another captain, please, anyone but the eccentric and bizarre cavalry captain ——— NOT EVERYONE IS CUT OUT FOR IT, after all, between the strange hours that kaeya maintains are ideal for practice that they never bother to keep consistent, the bizarre exercises he has them do varying from balancing a bucket of water on their head while going through their forms to fighting with one leg restrained, the fact that kaeya rarely if ever truly holds back in a sparring session leading to injuries and wounded pride, and, of course, his propensity to attack any pupils at any given moment.

after all, you must always be prepared / AND THEY HAD BEEN MOLDED FOR GUERILLA WARFARE.

( EXT. MONDSTADT — DAY

BENNETT stands solitary in the midst of a clearing, blade in hand, form well practiced yet unrefined. alone alone utterly alone. KAEYA enters and watches and watches and watches more : five minutes, at least. there is something weary here. there is something LONELY, here. this is the fourth day in a row they have found him, isolated and trying to learn.

KAEYA : need a hand? training is more useful when there’s someone to spar with, after all. BENNETT, surprised : oh, captain alberich !! heh, yeah... it’s a bit harder to learn stuff when you’re by yourself, i guess. b—but i’m sure you’re busy so, it’s okay !! KAEYA, after a brief pause : think fast.

KAEYA darts forward, teleporting halfway and bringing his blade down. they spar, BENNETT looking surprised and stumbling before attempting to parry KAEYA’S onslaught. within minutes BENNETT is on the floor, the tip of KAEYA’S blade inches from his chest.

BENNETT, winded : whoa... KAEYA, grinning : not half bad. with some refining i could make you the most fearsome adventurer in all of mond. BENNETT, eyes going wide : could you really, captain alberich? KAEYA, after another brief pause : well, on one condition. BENNETT : anything !! KAEYA : none of that CAPTAIN business, call me kaeya. being called captain makes me break out in hives. BENNETT: okay, kaeya.

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BENNETT TRULY HAS IMPROVED in the time that they have spent training together ——— never once complaining about kaeya’s strange schedule nor tactics nor penchant for ambushing him at thoroughly random intervals so that he could never prepare himself for it. then again, it’s hardly as though bennett has room to complain / he has no other options / he was alone and had always been alone and would have kept being alone because of something that he can’t control. something so very trivial something so very amorphous as BAD LUCK ——— had kaeya pitied him? certainly. do they pity the rest, who deprive themselves of this boy and neglect him in favor of avoiding misfortune? of course.

now bennett fights using kaeya’s style intermingled with his own flair ( quick speedy darting to and fro in the absence of forethought ——— though perfectly serviceable all the same / and it works for him, small stature suiting the form well ) and kaeya nearly feels a sense of PRIDE over it. this form / his form / PERHAPS HE SHOULD NOT SCATTER IT SO WIDELY PERHAPS HE SHOULD KEEP IT HIDDEN KEEP IT CLOSE TO HIS CHEST THIS PART OF HIS PEOPLE but ——— there is something liberating about sharing this small part of their home / of their identity.

❝ thank you, kaeya !! ❞ bennett clumsily parries another blow / kaeya crosses their blades and with no small amount of force wrenches bennett’s blade form his hand. it clatters against the ground some feet away, and bennett laughs / kaeya smiles.

❝ ah, but there’s always room for improvement. ❞ especially when kaeya refuses to pull any punches ——— how else are you meant to improve, after all? DILUC HAD BEEN THE SAME / or perhaps they had picked it up from each other / and now here’s kaeya : influencing yet another with these oh so terribly reckless and relentless ways.

❝ next time, definitely, ❞ bennett puffs his chest out with CONFIDENCE and kaeya finds themselves smiling indulgently and / reaching out to tousle his hair.

❝ i look forward to it... now, where were you off to in such a hurry? ❞

#jinxbe #❄ —— ice : refracting light ( in char )#❄ —— last hope / looming winter ( main verse )#god i hope this reads at least halfway well i'm so tired rn #why did i go into script style in the middle? who knows tbh

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frenchwithatwist · 6 years ago

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If you're brave enough could you answer the questions 1, 3, 4, 5, 9, 10, 13, 19, 20, 26, 28, 29, 32, 26, 42, 45, 47 and 50 of the mbti ask list? 😇

Yooo dear bro, here are my answers :)

1: What is your type?ENFJeeeey with joy

3 Did you introduce someone else to mbti?

Hahaha you first, and also… almost my whole squad x) oh and everytime I tell myself “don’t be ‘weird’ ” during dates by asking them about mbti, but I always end up teaching them a course about cognitive functions haha

4 Do you type people/characters?

Nearly all the time haha when I watch TV series I’m like “hmm this is a typical infp/estj clash, that’s why they don’t understand each others”

5 Are you good at spotting certain types?

Especially the Idealists family to which I belong, most of my friends are either ENFP, INFP (you boi), INFJ or ENFJ so I start noticing common points between people hehe other wise I am good at spotting INTPs (they are often my crushes haha)

9 What do you think about mbti memes?

I live for them, didn’t you already know ? :p cf MBTI tag yoself in class with you

10 What do you like/dislike about the mbti ”fandom”?

I like the sense of “"belonging”“ to ENFJs, although sometimes MBTI aficionados (including me) tend to stick too much on the very characteristics of their personality types… it’s noteworthy to recall that those are only ideal-types, you are you (notetoself ahha)

13 Describe your type in 3 gifs

1) ENFJ and their bursts of emotions https://78.media.tumblr.com/00388b4d55badd539d39a39e2d342377/tumblr_inline_p7mogpWoA21sr9fer_500.gif

2) ENFJ and their motivational speecheshttps://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSwZm2Pv6aYiUJJT7MFOoHLVBR0fvpOZSY7E3ZtkseNm28cr3dxMw

3) ENFJ and their unapologetic dorky mind & how they are always ready to share intimate moments with their loved-oneshttps://78.media.tumblr.com/c0edc0a019c18f6bb8b1b7616bc105ed/tumblr_inline_neao1qSv1u1t2m9ry.gif

19 What is a stereotype about your type you disagree with?

That ENFJs forget their own needs: oh hell no, I see my social relationships like a two-ways fuel: I need to listen to my own needs to be present with others. Oh and that I tend to please everyone: yes I like to do what’s best but I learnt to invest my time and energy with people that value me. That and only that kind of person.

I also saw thay people tend to consider ENFJs as shallow. Well, um, I am often bubbly and enthusiastic but it does not impeach me to have such a rich inner world and start deep convos nearly all the time haha

Finally that I have laaarge groups of friends and that I get along with everyone. Well, yes I looove having different ‘types’ of friends from different horizons, countries, age etc., I find myself pretty at ease in a crowd of strangers although I prefer to hang out with one or two friends. Oh and I tend to feel reserved at first and I am very perceptive of people’s energies.

20 What is a stereotype about some other types you disagree with?

That INTPs are cold and distant. Yes they may appear as such, but oh my, once they open themselves to the world, it’s so charming to see how they care. (bits by bits okey haha)

That INFPs are too idealistic and never say no to anyone.Yeah sometimes and often they seem to live in a rosy world (which gets on my nerves sometimes haha) but as they get older, they tend to be more lucid about other people’s intentions and know their limits. (congrats for that boi)

26 What do you think about your opposite type (for example, estj/infp)?

ISTJ: “The Logician”: I must admit this is the type I have struggles building deep bonds with, as they are often too much in their heads and less emotional. But hey, not everyone sticks to the stereotypes.

INTP: pretty much my opposite but I tend to love being around that type, how they manage to match their intuition with a more rational mindset, something very soothing for my inferior function Ti cf when I overthink.

28 Do you find you have typical reactions to people of certain types/with certain functions?

Haha yeah especially when I am around P types, especially XNFPs: I tend to be the planner & organized one while they 'muddle through’, especially when it comes to organize a trip / take things in advance. I guess we just have to find a balance between the two :)

Oh and I tend to be more reserved around more extrovertedtypes, such as ESTPs or ENTJs, I guess it’s due to my high intuition, I tend to tune out from the world in those cases.

29 Describe the relationship between you and a person of another type in a gif

https://tenor.com/search/group-hug-gifs��: When I meet my fellow INFP and INFJ & ENFP #LoveFamily

32 What are some of your favourite characters of your type and what do you admire about them?

Oprah Winfrey, Barack Obama, Marie (a friend of ours, she’s famous right)Oprah: I am always mesmerized by her speeches, I feel I can achieve anything

Barack Obama: his natural class and charisma, so so inspiring.

Marie: how free and positive she is, while being super determined. Leading & reserved when appropriate, social but independent, organized… I found a similar person in that sense.

42 What are some words/phrases you associate with your/other type(s)?

My type (ENFJ) and 'famous’ words of mine:

“How do you feel about it (that situation, the energy you feel around this person..) ?”,

“Let’s get organized/plan our day”: Something I do more and more, I prefer to plan (at least in a basic way) so that everyone is on the same page and is happy. To my experience, nothing’s worse than missing an opportunity (can’t meet your friends at an event / miss your plane / miss being in the first row of a concert coz you haven’t organized yourself… grrr) Typical J function hehe

“My heeeart” (especially when I see people casually helping each others),

“He/she/them has/have such a beautiful soul”

“This feels right/doesn’t feel right”, while pointing at my lower stomach, basically my first brain #guts

“I have an empathy burnout”: when I helped people for too long, losing too much energy, worse when I don’t get feedback. Also works when I watch the news/feel other people’s pain, especially the 'weaker’ ones.+ a quote I just found “Life’s blows cannot break a person whose spirit is warmed as the fire of enthusiasm.” - Norman Vincent Peale

45 What did mbti teach you about yourself?

It taught me a lot about how I function, see things, communicate with others, underlined my strengths and weaknesses. It also enables me to understand other people better, at least considering there are very different personalities out there with different needs.

47 Say something nice to 3 other types

INFP: Thank you for being such a pure soul, always eager to see the beautiful side of life that you sublimate with your poems and your overflowing imagination. I love how light-hearted you are, while being super deep. I am fond of how you accept your surroundings without judging them, how you genuinely care, even for their most random thoughts and hobbies. I am proud to consider you as a friend. (Now… let’s focus on the plan, the process haha #typicalENFJ/INFP"clash”)

ISFJ: Thank you for being such a beautiful soul. I love how kind-hearted and loyal you are, how hard-working and dedicated you are to your surroundings’ needs. You are also super pragmatic & such a precious ear. You bring peace wherever you are. Although you think you may be 'transparent’ at times, I assure you you are noticed more than you think, you are the superhero in the 'shadow’ (cc my mom’s type).

ENFP: I love how spontaneous and free you are (at least you seem to be). This is very inspiring. I am a fan of how chill you seem to be, especially concerning your love life. I love how you want to keep your uniqueness, bring that fierce energy to every room you enter, make people feel at ease. This may sound like you are super shallow. But hell know, fellow ENFX, you have a super deep mind and knowing you better shed light on your inner complexity and high emotionality, your doubts and lack of confidence. Please keep on having those philosophical convos with me, keep on being that sweet hippy hehe (but please organize better when we go on a trip)

50 Make a mbti pun!:D

INTPs please bring me rational INTPeace of mind

INFPas ses devoirs (–> door)

SFR, elle est capable, LMPT mais pas devant tout le monde (ah bon, SFR & LMPT c'est pas MBTI ?)

That was punstatic, thank you my pantabulous friend

#ask

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A quick comparison I want to make between what we saw from Lesley in DS#2 and The Most Important Conversation In The Series.

I am fully prepared to fight anybody who disagrees with me on this, but the most important conversation in RoL for, like, a bunch of things, and also the reason I think of MoS as my favourite book even though it has a lot of things that are not my favourite, is this one.

He nodded, but gave me a long cool look before finally he sighed. “When I took you on as my apprentice, I thought I could protect you from having to make certain ‘choices.’ I see now that I was wrong, and for that I apologize. That said, what the hell did you think you were trying to achieve?”

“I was trying to do my duty as a sworn constable under the Human Rights Act,” I said. “To wit, the right to life under article two, which mandates that any use of force must be absolutely necessary and that any poor bastard we kill had better have it coming good and proper.”

“Assuming that you expand the definition of human being to vampires and chimeras,” said Nightingale.

“Then let’s get a judgment from the courts or better still have Parliament clarify the law,” I said. “But it’s not our place to make that decision, sir—is it? We’re just coppers.”

“If they were ugly, Peter, would you care half so much?” asked Nightingale. “There are some hideous things out there that can talk and reason and I wonder if you would be quite so quick to rush to their defense.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But that just makes me shallow, it doesn’t make me wrong.”

“I estimate that among them Simone and her sisters have killed or mutilated almost two hundred and twenty people since 1941,” said Nightingale. “These people also had their human rights.”

“I’m saying that we just can’t pretend that the law doesn’t exist,” I said.

“Very well,” said Nightingale. “Let’s assume that we arrest them and, God knows how, try to convict them for …”

“Manslaughter by gross negligence, sir,” I said. “I think it would have been reasonable to expect them, after twenty years or so, to notice that they weren’t getting any older and that their boyfriends were regularly kicking the bucket.”

“They’re going to say they didn’t remember,” said Nightingale.

“I believe them, sir,” I said. “Which means they are suffering from a mental disorder as defined by the Mental Health Act of 1983 and since they are an obvious threat to members of the public we can detain them under section one thirty-five of the aforesaid act and remove them to a place of safety for care and evaluation.”

“And when they get hungry?” he asked. “Do you think starving them to death is more humane?” “We don’t know they’d die,” I said. “Perhaps their metabolism will revert and if all else fails we can feed them. They were taking less than a victim a year—they can’t need that much.”

“And you want to spend the rest of your life doing that?”

“You can’t just off someone because it’s more convenient,” I said. “What did all your friends die for, all those names on the wall, what did they die for if not for that?”

He recoiled. “I don’t know what they died for,” he said. “I didn’t know then and I still don’t know now.”

“Well, I do,” I said. “Even if you’ve forgotten. They died because they thought there was a better way of doing things, even if they were still arguing about what it was.” I saw it in his eyes—he wanted so badly to believe.

Peter convinces Nightingale here that it’s their duty as police officers to treat Simone and her sisters the same way they would any other suspects, regardless of inconvenience and regardless of whether it may end up not being possible for them to survive without feeding off people. (Side-note: A+ use of forced teaming there, Peter.) Nightingale is convinced because, as Peter notes, he wants to be; killing people is not a choice he wants to have to make.

But Lesley, in Detective Stories #2, describes Oberon as “A creature. A thing. A personification of what-not” and eventually ‘a monster”, even if she classes herself in that category too. Peter says that being shallow and finding Simone beautiful doesn’t make him wrong about how she should be treated; Lesley does the same thing, in the completely opposite direction. It doesn’t matter what magical people look like or how kind they are to her (and Oberon is kind in this issue, reaching out to her). She knows what they are, and what they are is monsters.

But it goes further than that, because when Oberon asks her, after Shylock, “Do we not reason? Are our feelings not as easily wounded? Do we not bleed?”, Lesley says “Murderers think. Paedophiles have feelings. And the men that blow themselves up on buses get their own blood everywhere.”

Peter’s entire argument, as quoted above, is that the police are obliged to treat everybody the same because they’re people. Lesley’s attitude is not just that the demi-monde harbours monsters, but that criminals are not people. She’s never consulted about Simone - she very well may not know Simone ever existed, unless Chorley told her - but unquestionably, she would have agreed with Nightingale’s argument above that the deaths Simone and her sisters caused took away their right to be treated fairly. And unlike Nightingale, when Peter’s argument left the law behind, she wouldn’t have followed. (Nightingale makes a similar argument to her, in fact, when he says that “there are some hideous things out there that can talk and reason”, but when Peter says that maybe he wouldn’t be so quick to defend them, but that’s on him, Nightingale lets it go.)

Which means, as @themardia commented, there’s a good chance Lesley would never have been a good police officer - a good detective, maybe, but not a good police officer. She overlooks and ignores Peter’s considerable skills at negotiation and community outreach not just because they’re not her strengths (as Peter thinks) but because she fundamentally does not see them as valuable in policing, because for her there is no community. There’s the law-abiders and the law-breakers, and shared humanity doesn’t mean the law-breakers should be cut any slack whatsoever. And you can’t be a good police officer and think like that; sooner or later, as Peter said, doing the wrong thing will be more convenient.

And if Lesley herself isn’t human anymore, if she’s already on the wrong side of that line, then why should she keep following the laws herself?

#rivers of london #ds spoilers #lesley may #peter grant #thomas nightingale #meta

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mechanon · 7 years ago

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Chocolate Box 2018

General DNWs: Underage (sexual activity that would be Explicit/Mature rated under 16, any sexual/romantic interaction under 13), snakes, m/f or m/m unless otherwise requested, polyamorous relationships or poly evangelism, queerplatonic discussion, the split attraction model, asexual headcanons, trans headcanons, AUs other than canon divergence.

General dislikes: Incest, infidelity (breaking up because of an attraction to someone else or an unacted upon attraction are fine), sexual/romantic relationships between teachers and pupils, significant power or knowledge imbalances in romantic relationships

General likes: Unhappy endings, character studies, POV change scene rewrites, casefic, gen, het, slash, femslash, similar levels of respect and affection between people in romantic relationships,

The Invisible Library - Genevieve Cogman

Fandom Specific DNWs: Unrequested relationships

1. Irene/Bradamant

I love Irene and Bradamant’s relationship in canon. Anything that explores their pre-canon relationship would be amazing or something that explores their feelings after The Burning Page.

2. Irene/Zayanna

Zayanna lives and gets to be a secondary character in Irene’s story or she dies and Irene explicitly grieves for her. Or she gets her promised assignation with Irene properly.

Rivers of London - Ben Aaronovitch

Fandom Specific DNWs: Thomas Nightingale/Peter Grant

Fandom Specific Likes: Newtonian Magic, the hints at other magic systems, scientific exploration of magic, the demi-monde, Beverley/Peter.

1. Beverley Brook/Sahra Guleed

How does Sahra reconcile magic and the river gods with her faith?

Sahra and Beverly working together or just chilling together.

Sahra and Beverly swimming together in Beverley's river or the Thames.

2. Caroline Linden-Limmer/Beverley Brook

Caroline and Beverley are both really interesting characters who have very determined mothers. How do they get on?

3. Helena Linden-Limmer/Varvara Sidorovna Tamonina

Did Varvara and Helena ever meet before canon when they were both wild young things? How would they get on meeting post the Hanging Tree?

4. Jennifer Vaughan/Sahra Guleed

Both Jennifer and Sahra feel like they’re coming at magic from the same direction and are both professionally ambitious through conventional directions.

5. Mama Thames/Varvara Sidorovna Tamonina

Any time period would be great but precanon before either of them were settled in their powers would be awesome or post Night Witch when Varvara is constrained by the Folly would be amazing.

6. Miriam Stephanopoulos/Original Female Character(s) (Rivers of London - Aaronovitch)

Miriam Stephanopolous and her misses in the country interacting would be brilliant or Stephanopolous trying not to collect every case with possible Falcon link or being called by other DIs who’ve got to deal with the Folly.

7. Molly (Rivers of London) & Thomas Nightingale (Rivers of London - Aaronovitch)

Molly interacting with people outside the Folly or taking care of Nightingale would be cool. An exploration why is she so scared to leave the Folly or her relationship with Nightingale outside of Peter’s observations. A Molly/Nightingale take on any of these would be good.

8. Olivia Jane McAllister-Thames/ Phoebe Beaumont-Jones

What’s it like dating someone who’s mum can drown you if you piss her off? How did Tyburn being the last to know affect Olivia’s relationship with her mum? Is Olivia innately magical?

9. Peter Grant & Abigail Kamara (Rivers of London - Aaronovitch)

Peter experimenting with magic. Abigail and Peter having lessons. Nightingale getting permission from Abigail’s parents to start teaching her.

10. Peter Grant & Lesley May (Rivers of London - Aaronovitch)

Lesley is a far more interesting character to me as a villain than she ever was as a god guy and I’ve loved the recent comic hints that Peter’s perception of her as a better police officer wasn’t shared by their senior officers. Please don’t make this a deep cover mission for her. I find Peter’s continued belief that she could be saved interesting and would love to see whether she wants to be saved or to corrupt him explored. An outside perspective on their relationship would also be interesting

11. Sahra Guleed & Peter Grant (Rivers of London - Aaronovitch)

I love Peter and Sahra’s interactions in canon and would love more particularly in the form of case fic or case interludes.

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Fandom Specific DNWs: Cursed Child mentions

1. Crookshanks & Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter - Rowling)

I love Crookshanks as a character and would love to see him interact with a feline animagi. Given his support for Sirius it would be interesting to know if he’s a rule breaker who causes McGonagall problems or if they get along.

2. Crookshanks & Mrs Norris

I love Crookshanks as a character. Given his support for Sirius and Hermione and co.s’ tendency to be in trouble with Filch it would be interesting to see a rivalry or dislike between him and Mrs Norris.

3. Crookshanks & Sirius Black

I loved the relationship shown between Sirius and Crookshanks and would love to see more of it either during PoA or GoF when Sirius is hiding outside Hogsmead or during OotP at Grimauld Place.

4. Fleur Delacour/Nymphadora Tonks (Harry Potter - Rowling)

While they never met in canon they are both very competent women who as presented should have a lot in common. Whether that results in them rubbing each other the wrong way or connecting instantaneously I would love to see them together on Order business.

5. Hannah Abbott/Susan Bones (Potter - Rowling)

They’re the classic femslash ship of HP for a reason. I would like to see them fumbling their way through life outside of Hogwarts after the war and dealing with the aftermath.

6. Hermione Granger/Ginny Weasley (Potter - Rowling)

This is another ship where I’m mostly interested in it post the war. They both went through very different but equally traumatic experiences. Can we pretend that Hermione/Ron never happened but the fall out of Harry/Ginny and their relationship would be interesting?

7. Hermione Granger/Lavender Brown (Potter - Rowling)

HBP era jealousy would be amazing but not if that jealousy focuses on attraction Ron.

8. Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood (Potter - Rowling)

I loved Luna and Hermione’s interaction for OotP on and would love to see either awkward one-sided crushes on either side during the Hogwarts. Academic disagreement leading to sex/snogging where neither side is exactly right is my favourite kind of post-Hogwarts Luna/Hermione.

9. Lavender Brown/Parvati Patil (Potter - Rowling)

I love their friendship and would love to see it as more. I’m a sucker for heart wrenching grief so kill one of them off and make them suffer. I would be happy with m/f end game for this ship especially if that was Lavender/Ron or Parvati/Ron coming together as a result of either Lavender or Parvati’s death or they look back on their relationship fondly and not as an experiment.

10. Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley (Potter - Rowling)

I like one-sided pining for this ship. A childhood crush for Luna where she has to watch Ginny pine for and then catch Harry or a post-war attraction of Ginny’s where she has to watch Luna be happily married to another woman especially if that woman is Hermione and Ginny worried that she would lose Harry to her before marrying Harry.

Shetland (TV)

1. Alison MacIntosh & Jimmy Perez (Shetland (TV))

I loved Tosh and Jimmy’s relationship in Shetland and would love to see more either as case interludes or case fic.

2. Phyllis Brennan/Rhona Kelly (Shetland (TV))

The conflict between Phyllis and Rhona in the aftermath of season 3 really appealed to my love unhappy endings. I would love to see their relationship disintegrate either specifically as a result of Phyllis’s actions or another reason

3. Rhona Kelly & Jimmy Perez (Shetland (TV))

I enjoy Rhona and Jimmy’s relationship. They have similar experiences as new comers to Shetland even though Jimmy is from Fair Isle and I would love to see that explored. Please no Jimmy/Rhona implications or implications that Jimmy’s relationship with Fran is not real.

4. Rhona Kelly/Alison MacIntosh

I would particularly be interested in this as a destructive post season 3 relationship where they are both hurting but something prior could be very cool.

Crossover Fandom

1. Abdul Haqq Walid (Rivers of London) & Jimmy Perez (Shetland - Ann Cleeves)

I would love a crossover between these series and Dr Walid feels the best character to drag up to Shetland as he at least has family in the Highlands. Case fic, pretty please.

2. Jennifer Vaughan (Rivers of London)/Fran Hunter (Shetland - Ann Cleeves)

While the timeline would have to be massively messed with I’d love to see these to women interact and they are my second choice for the best characters to mesh these series together. Watching Jimmy’s mind blow as he realises his wife/girlfriend has had a previous relationship with a woman is a big part of the appeal.

3. Hermione Granger/ Bradamant (The Invisible Library) or Hermione Granger/Irene (The Invisible Library)

Let’s be real, this just sounded hot to me and with the amount of time Hermione spends in Libraries they’ll have to meet at least once.

4. Hermione Granger/Beverley Brook or Hermione Granger/Cecelia Tyburn Thames

Seeing these to very different worlds would mesh would be great. I’d love to see the conflict between Beverley and Hermione’s very different personalities or Tyburn and Hermione’s very similar personalities

5. Natasha Romanov (MCU)/Mama Thames or Natasha Romanov (MCU)/Varvara Sidorovna Tamonina

Natasha is my favourite MCU character and I figure she must have come across Mama Thames or Varvara at some point in her travels. I would love to see how Natasha deals with these women with who are so much more personally powerful than her and in the case of Mama Thames, politically more powerful. Varvara and Natasha dealing with how Russia has moulded them but still not being what Russia wants would be cool.

6. Jane Marple (Marple - Christie)/Minerva McGonagall (HP)

I would love to see Miss Marple in the Wizarding World. I imagine she and Augusta Longbottom would coldly but politely disagree. I would like to see how she deals with the Wizarding World especially if she is a muggle or squib. Whether she and McGonagall have a fractious relationship of people who are too similar and have all the same faults they dislike in themselves or they get along like house on fire it just sounds like fun.

Original Work

1. The Anthropomorphization of Death/Half-Orc in Search of a Honourable Death

I’ve never seen an anthropomorphic death I didn’t love and the idea of death dealing with someone who wants death sweet embrace is interesting. I’d love to know why the Half-Orc is searching for death, whether that is death as a concept or this specific death, and why their death needs to be honourable, and what for them constitutes a honourable death.

2. Bored Female Physics Prof who Built a Time Machine Last Week/Female Human Intergalactic Ambassador

I love time travel and xeno species. I would love to know more about what the intergalactic ambassador is doing and how the physic professor meets the ambassador. Does she appear on another planet that the ambassador is based on because the location of her time machine is no longer on earth? Is the professor from our world or has alien contact already happened and this is an on going relationship when she gets bored and builds a time machine?

3. Confused Courier/Inhabitant of an Impossible Address

I love the concept of this. I would love for impossible addresses to be a known thing in this world but for the courier not to know this address is impossible. It feels like the kind of story that lends in less to a 5+1 style format with five failed delivery attempts or that strangely work and one successful delivery, for example.

4. Female Squid Selkie/Original Fisherwoman

Wow oh wow, what did you catch? And can you keep it?

Squid selkies are and awesome idea and sea based smut with tentacles would be amazing.

5. Forest Witch/Female Embodiment of the Forest

I would love for the embodiment to be very much a metaphor in this case.

6. Witch & Witch's Cat

I would love to see the trouble the cat manages to get into when magic is another obstacle. What is different about a witch’s cat compared to your normal domesticated cat?

#chocolate box 2017

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