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n0cturn4 · 4 months ago

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City lights

Character: Dick Grayson x Reader Summary: Your life transforms as you cross glances with someone special in a café, where laughter and vulnerabilities intertwine like the city's lights at dusk. Word Count: 1594 Music: Bewitched - Laufey

The city lights, which usually seemed cold and distant, now pulsed with a life of their own, reflecting the rush that coursed through my veins. Since you came into my life, everything changed. It was as if you had become the missing piece in the puzzle of my existence, filling the empty spaces I didn’t even know were there.

The first time our eyes met was in a local café, a simple place that became special to us. The aroma of fresh coffee mixed with the scent of rain falling outside. As soon as you smiled at me, something stirred inside me. The joy was almost palpable, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds that used to follow me. I remember hesitating for a moment, but your presence encouraged me to approach. The conversation flowed naturally, and I knew I wanted more moments like that.

The following weeks were an emotional roller coaster. Each meeting was filled with laughter and deep conversations, but also with a new kind of vulnerability that I wasn’t used to. There were moments when I found myself silently admiring you, watching how your eyes lit up when you spoke about your passions. It was such a genuine beauty that I couldn’t help the silly smile that appeared on my face.

One night, we decided to explore the city together. The air was fresh and invigorating, and the full moon illuminated the streets in a magical way. I felt the adrenaline pulse through my veins as we ran along the sidewalk, your laughter echoing in the darkness. With every step, everything around us seemed to disappear, and I couldn’t focus on anything but you. When you suddenly stopped and pulled me close, our faces almost touching, I knew that moment was unique. Your kiss was soft but full of promises, and it felt like time had stopped. The world around us froze, and I realized I was completely captivated.

But as I let myself be carried away, part of me started to hesitate. There were shadows from my past that followed me, echoes of experiences I was trying to forget. I never knew how to handle such intense feelings. When you asked me what was going on, I just looked into your eyes and saw your concern. That made me even more captivated, but it also made me feel a weight.

One night in particular, while we were curled up on my couch, watching a movie I wasn’t even paying attention to, you turned to me and asked, “What’s going on with you, Dick?” Your voice was soft but carried a weight that hit me hard. The truth is, even amidst the chaos, you were my safe harbor. I wanted to open my heart, but the fear of losing you was overwhelming.

“I can’t imagine my life without you,” I whispered, more to myself than to you. At that moment, I realized I had completely given myself to you. Every laugh, every tender gesture, reminded me of how much I had changed since you came into my life. It was as if you had cast a spell, and I was completely under your influence.

As the days passed, the intensity of what I felt for you grew. Your laughter echoed in my mind even when we were apart, and missing you became a constant companion. Once, you surprised me with a walk in the park, where the fresh air and the smell of flowers created an enchanting atmosphere. “What are you thinking?” you asked, looking at me with curiosity. I just smiled, knowing it was you who occupied all my thoughts.

And even when life became complicated, with the obligations of being a vigilante in Gotham, you were always my priority. Your support and understanding gave me strength, and I found myself fighting not just for me, but for us. With you, every battle became more meaningful, every victory sweeter.

On a starry night, while we were walking through a quiet alley, you stopped and looked into my eyes. “I feel like I’m falling for you,” you confessed. The world around us disappeared again, and I knew I was on the same page. “Me too,” I replied, sincerity clear in my voice. And in that instant, all the doubts and fears I had been carrying began to fade.

You became not just the person I loved, but the reason I fought. Being by your side was an adventure I never wanted to end. And when you were near, everything seemed possible. You had captivated me in a way I never could have predicted, and I wanted nothing more than to have you in my life forever. With you, I could face anything, because you were the light in the darkness.

The connection between us deepened with each passing day. I couldn’t believe someone like you was by my side, helping me face the challenges life in Gotham presented. While the chaos of the city surrounded us, we found refuge in each other, creating a world where only the two of us existed.

One night, we decided to visit one of Gotham’s most iconic places: the Wayne Tower lookout. The city lights shone like a sea of stars, and the cold wind brushed against our faces. We sat on the edge, legs dangling over the void, and I looked at you, amazed at the beauty before me.

“This place is incredible, isn’t it?” you said, a radiant smile lighting up your face. Your excitement was contagious, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, but nothing compares to you,” I replied, making you roll your eyes playfully, though I was serious.

At that moment, with the city glowing beneath us, I realized you weren’t just someone I loved; you were my balance, the person who made me want to be better. And for a moment, I forgot the responsibilities awaiting me as Nightwing. There was only you, and I felt at home.

“Dick, you know I’ll always be here for you, right?” you asked, your voice carrying a sincerity that touched me deeply. Those words echoed in my mind. “I know, and that means the world to me,” I replied, looking into your eyes, which shone under the moonlight. “You give me strength I never knew I had.”

With an unexpected gesture, you took my hand, intertwining your fingers with mine, and for a moment, the world around us disappeared. I didn’t want anything to separate us. The past and the nightmares that haunted me seemed insignificant with you by my side.

However, as time passed, the weight of my responsibilities began to return. The life of a vigilante wasn’t easy, and I knew that at some point, the dangers I faced could reach you. The fear of losing you was a constant shadow that followed me. I began to hesitate to bring you into some of the more dangerous situations, even when your insistence was evident. I didn’t want you to feel unsafe or vulnerable.

One night, after an intense confrontation with a psychopath, I came home later than usual. My body was exhausted, but my mind was restless. When I entered my apartment, the living room light was on, and you were sitting on the couch, looking worried. The concern in your eyes broke my heart.

“Dick, where have you been?” you asked, quickly standing up. The tension in the air was palpable, and I knew I needed to be honest. “Sorry, I was... handling some things. You know how it is,” I said, trying to ease the worry. But you weren’t convinced.

“You can’t just disappear like that, especially when you’re facing these psychopath,” you replied, your voice full of worrying. “I worry about you, and that’s just part of who I am.”

I admired you for a moment, the passion you showed was inspiring. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” I said, sincerity seeping into every word.

“Dick, I want to be by your side. I’m not a child who needs to be protected. I’m part of this,” you insisted, your frustration visible. But I also knew you had no idea how dark and dangerous these confrontations could become.

“But what would happen if something happened to me? You don’t deserve that,” I replied, a knot forming in my throat.

You came closer and held my face in your hands. “Don’t push me away, please. I can’t bear the thought of losing you. What we have is special. Don’t let fear ruin that.”

The words you said touched my heart. I needed to remember that the love we shared was stronger than any fear. “You’re right. I just... I just don’t want to put you in danger. That scares me more than anything,” I confessed, and the tension between us began to dissipate.

“We’ll face it together. You’re stronger than you think, and I’m not going to let you face this alone,” you said, and the love in your voice gave me courage.

In that moment, everything seemed clearer. The love we shared was a powerful force that could overcome any obstacle. I knew I would need you by my side to face what was to come, and I finally realized that I couldn’t live in fear. The future would be uncertain, but together, we were unstoppable.

I leaned in and kissed you, promising both of us that we would face any challenge life threw our way. And so, under the lights of Gotham, I finally embraced the fact that you were the reason I fought, and with you by my side, I was ready for anything.

#dick grayson/you #dick grayson x you #dick grayson/reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing #x reader #fluff #dc x reader #dc comics x reader #n0cturn4 whites ♡

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evildilf2 · 2 years ago

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Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies while you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums the music and medicine you needed for comforting so make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving and pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me soft silly music is meaningful magical the movements were beautiful all in your ovaries all of them milking with green fleshy flowers while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing when you still believed in me

#all my little words

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opossumvalleywv · 2 years ago

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Oh Comely

"So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me And soft silly music is meaningful magical"

#chels art #furry #ocs #neutral milk hotel #dogs #Bandcamp

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butterfrogs · 6 years ago

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the moomin's snufkin

in my canon, snufkin is gay. he's very much a lover of nature, and will spend hours laying in the grass and listening to the birds. when the chance arises, he'll play his harmonica for them, and mimic their tune as best he can.

he's very smart, as well as a fierce protector. he learns by doing, and does a great deal while travelling. he knows a lot, but he's book smart, not street smart. while snufkin is extremely well mannered, he often forgets how to really talk to people, since he spends so much time alone.

when it comes to his friends, he doesn't let anything hurt them. he will do whatever he has to and whatever he can to make sure everyone is safe, happy, and content. he'll do backbends just to see people smile!

snufkin is not only an anarchist, but takes active steps to dismantle whatever law and ruler he can (that does not mean he's disrespectful to the policeman!!!!!!!). he's a good man, but he's very much "be gay, do crimes".

#kin #snufkin #the moomins #moomin #moomin kin #kin call #canon call #soft silly music is meaningful magical ( snufkin. )#what do they know about love my friend ( headcanons. )

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tentimesthecourage · 3 years ago

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It’s Time

Summary: FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY

There was so much sound around them, so many people milling about. And of course! It was finally the day. The day these two (aha) were finally joining as one under Hylia. Were they nervous? Of course. Did they regret this? Absolutely not.

Rinku took a deep breath, forcing himself not to run his hand through his hair which had been brushed back and tied in a long braid, ending with a few feathered charms from his fiancée. He readjusted the white suit he was wearing and took another deep breath to try and calm his nerves.

“Everything alright?” He glanced over to see a softly smiling Sky. Rinku nodded slowly, biting his lip as he responded to the older, “Nerves, but I’m excited too. I’m looking forward to this. Thank you, again, for letting us use this place.”

“I should be thanking you!” The Skyloftian chuckled softly in amusement. “Sun and I are honored you wished to hold the wedding here.” The younger male gave a slightly embarrassed smile. It had been difficult, going through the varying ideas of where the wedding could be held. It had to be big enough to hold everyone, but they also wanted it to be a meaningful spot. Finally they ended up agreeing with Skyloft, both surprising and delighting the Chosen hero and his wife.

A knock at the door had both of them perking, Wild opened it and poked his head in. -Almost time to start, brace yourselves.- He shot a grin at his twin. -Time’s coming.- Rinku nodded, flushing lightly. It still baffled him that he managed to get the courage scrounged up to ask the older male to walk him down the aisle. He could have sworn there was a tear in his eyes as he nodded, saying he would be honored to do so.

He had yet to see Four since the night before, which bothered him. But those around them had insisted on the tradition of the “bride” and groom not being allowed to see each other before the ceremony. What a pain, that was even a tradition for either of their Hyrules.

Not too long after Wild had ducked out, the door opened again and Time smiled gently, “Sky, you’re needed at the altar. I’ll stay here with Rinku.”

Sky smiled faintly in return before turning to give Rinku a quick hug, giving a quiet ‘stay calm and good luck’, and heading out. The ex captain hugged back before letting his shoulders slump with a small sigh.

“Everything alright?” Time asked him gently, taking a seat beside him. Rinku nodded slowly, smiling weakly. “Just nerves. And I miss him… is that silly?”

“Not at all, I felt the same during my wedding.” The older male chuckled softly, smiling in reminiscence. “My Hyrule has similar traditions so Malon and I weren’t allowed to see each other either before the ceremony.” Rinku nodded slowly in understanding and easy conversation soon flowed between them. Before they knew it, both perked at the sound of chiming. It was time.

“That’s our cue.” Time stood up and held out his arm to him. “Are you ready?” Rinku smiled softly, even as a small flush crossed his face as he took hold with a deep breath to calm his shaking nerves.

“Yes.”

They headed out of the room, arms linked together.

The area was beautiful, decorated with gorgeous lights, ribbons, and flowers, but Rinku could hardly pay attention to it. The music wrapped around them like a soothing blanket, soft and warm, but again, he barely noticed it at all. He could feel so many eyes on him and a chill ran down his spine. He wasn’t used to the attention and it almost made him want to turn around and run.

Almost.

And then his gaze landed on Four and everything disappeared.

He was beautiful… And that smile, soft, encouraging, loving. The chill vanished and a loving warmth curled up in its place in his chest. He could barely keep a steady pace next to Time as they went down the aisle. Every part of him was dying to pick up the pace and run to the end and he was pretty sure Time knew it as he kept a tight hold on his arm to keep him at an even pace. Eventually he was let go and found himself standing in front of his fiancée, smiling brightly as a deep blush crossed his cheeks.

Warriors cleared his throat as the music soon faded out, before beginning to speak.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today out of morbid curiosity!”

Rinku staggered while Four bit his lip to keep from laughing. The rest of the Chain failed to hold their own laughter as did many other guests. Rinku huffed, mouth twitching as he shot the older blond a look. Warriors grinned, clearly not sorry at all as he resumed speaking.

“No, but seriously. We are gathered here today to join these two as one under Hylia from now until the end of time.”

Rinku tuned the words out as Four reached over to gently take his hand. He could feel him trembling, just like him and surprisingly, it eased his heart. Four was just as nervous about this as he was. It made him feel a little better. He squeezed his hand gently and smiled as he saw him relax minutely. Tuning back in, he heard Warriors mentioned that the two of them had decided to create their own vows before falling silent with a light gesture. That was his cue.

Clearing his throat, Rinku took both of Four’s hands and smiled.

“When I first met you, I wasn’t sure what to think. I know I was smitten the moment my eyes laid on you, but I had no idea it would lead to this moment. Just being around you brightens my day and I can’t imagine life without you. I hope I never will have to. Even when time passes and Hylia calls us both to the heavens, I will still love you and I will always be by your side, no matter what it takes.”

He could feel his trembling resume again as well as see a sparkle of tears building in his eyes that now were shining with several different colors. Four took a deep shuddering breath before speaking.

“You always seem to know what to say to leave me speechless. I’ll be honest with you, I never thought our journey would lead us to this moment, but there’s not a part of me that regrets it. I’ll love you until Hyrule falls into ashes and even then, I don’t think I could ever stop.” A shaky laugh escaped him as he squeezed his hands gently. “I… am so glad I got to meet you, that I get to be by your side. I love you.”

The rings were brought over by a grinning, suspiciously red-eyed Wind who held out the silvery blue pillow. They were works of art, thin bands of gold with Hylian writing along both in each other’s specific dialect, but meaning the same; ‘Forever bound in love’. Both smiled at him before taking the respective rings and sliding them onto each other’s fingers.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

“If anyone has any objections, speak now.” Warriors’ voice was almost dangerous, as if daring anyone to object to their union. If the two looked around, they would have noticed that all their brothers had that look in their eyes. A look promising retribution to anyone who protested. It was silent for a couple minutes before Warriors broke it with a chuckle.

“Right then! By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husbands! You may seal the promise with a kiss.”

He certainly didn’t have to tell them twice as Rinku swung Four into his arms causing him to gasp before the sound was muffled by a tender kiss. He melted into it, wrapping his arms around him tightly as the audience burst into cheers and whistles. Almost reluctantly, Rinku pulled away to rest his forehead against his husband’s, smiling widely.

“I love you…”

“I love you too… now put me down, silly~”

Rinku chuckled softly before doing as he asked. He perked as Four reached toward his bejeweled belt to grab the Four Sword. He still hadn’t been sure why the other insisted on wearing it during the ceremony, but then the answer was obvious as he raised it high, allowing the magic to activate and soon one was four.

And he found himself pounced on by Red.

Anything he was about to ask was muffled by a tender kiss, which was unfortunately brief, but made up for by Blue claiming his next in a slightly rougher manner. Vio followed soon after and then Green, leaving Rinku totally dazed and kissed senseless. Almost absently he could hear his brother laughing with the rest of the Chain while it seemed most of the other guests were just as caught off guard as he was.

Still thought, he couldn’t help grinning as his arms managed to ensnare the four in a tight hug. “You guys are rascals, I swear to Hylia!”

“You love us anyway!” Red chirped innocently, flushing faintly as he got a kiss on the head.

“Oh no doubt about it~” He promised with a wide smile.

Warriors cleared his throat again to gain their attention. Blue’s eyes narrowed as he shot a warning stare at him, daring him to say something stupid again, but the captain merely grinned and waved towards the audience.

“For the first time, I present to you the Smiths!”

It had already been agreed that Rinku was taking their last name, but it was still strange to hear it. Rinku couldn’t help laughing softly, tightening his hold on the four of them. He was so deliriously happy, nothing was going to bring him down today.

A mischievous sparkle shone in his eyes before he managed to pick the Colors up causing a few squeaks and yelps before he booked it away from the altar. “Meet you at the reception!” He called over the laughter.

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The reception soon was in full swing and the four colors had merged back into Four who looked a little windswept, but delighted as his eyes shone mischievously. He made no protest as Rinku pulled him onto the open floor as the band struck up, led by Legend, pressing close to his new husband.

“By the goddesses, I love you so much…” Rinku murmured, holding him tight.

“I love you too.” He hummed softly, sighing in content as he rested his head against his chest. Honestly, he never thought this day was going to come, but he was so happy it did.

A small blink escaped him as he felt Rinku trembling. Four looked up to see tears spilling down his flushed cheeks and reached up to cup his cheek, “Rinku…”

“S-Sorry…” He mumbled bashfully. “I’m just so happy… I can’t… I just… I never thought I’d be lucky enough to find someone who would love me so thoroughly. I thought… I thought that I was just destined to be alone, as silly as that sounds. Because… so many looked at me and saw just a quiet scarred man. But then… then the adventure happened and I got to meet you and… I think deep down I knew… I knew you were the one. I know that sounds strange, but I swear something was pulling me towards you…”

“It’s not strange at all.” Four assured him gently. “You remember that night, when you sang for us for the first time?” At his husband’s nod, he continued. “I realized something. For as long as I could remember, I had this empty strange feeling in my chest. It never really bothered me, it was just there. But then I met you and I got to know you and before I knew it… it was gone. You filled that emptiness and I couldn’t be happier.” He smiled softly, wiping his tears away, “I’m so glad everything turned out the way it did… There were trials and trouble, blood and tears shed, but we’re here. We’re married and we’re never going to part. I promise you that.”

Rinku took a deep shuddering breath before he took his hand and kissed the top of it. They were barely dancing anymore, merely holding each other and swaying. “I’m going to spend the rest of my days proving to you how much I love you. Showing you that this was the best decision you ever made… I promise you that, Link.” Four shivered faintly before his smile widened.

“You’ve already done that, Rinku…”

The music faded out and Dot called out to the couple.

“Hey you two! It’s time to throw the bouquet!” Both perked and Rinku raised an eyebrow when he saw the mischievous look in Four’s eyes as they suddenly took on a brighter blue shine.

“Blue…” He warned playfully. The other smirked and waved a hand, “Don’t worry, I’m not planning anything bad, I promise.”

“I’m sure.” He kissed his knuckles, taking pleasure in the blush that crossed his cheeks. “Just don’t hurt anyone too much.”

“Right…” A dazed mumble escaped him before he reluctantly pulled away. “And after, you owe all of us a dance. Not fair if just Four gets one.”

“Of course.” He chuckled, watching him head over to Dot to take the bouquet. The crowd watched eagerly as he lifted it…

And then threw it as hard as he could at Warriors. It smacked him dead in the face causing the captain to yelp and topple over among the laughter. Four rested a hand on his hips, eyes back to faded blue.

“That’s what you get for that morbid curiosity quote!”

“Rest in petals, Wars!” Wind cackled beside his giggling sister. Wild’s shoulders shook as he covered his mouth to muffle his laughter.

Rinku snorted softly, making his way over to his husband and wrapping his arm around him.

“Really, Four? Guys?”

“He deserved it.” Four hummed, leaning into his side. “You can’t deny that.”

“Guess not.” He chuckled, squeezing him close. “Are you ready for the next dance?”

He shrugged lightly before gripping the Four Sword and tugging. Immediately he split apart and Blue took his hand, pulling him back to the dance floor. The other three hung back for a moment before Wild went over and grabbed Green’s hand.

-Mind dancing with me?-

He blinked before laughing softly, “Not at all.”

Vio and Red shared a look before joining the two pairs on the dance floor. The band resumed, this time with Wind conducting them, though Legend still played the lead. They even got Marin to join them with her beautiful voice, the veteran looking far more relaxed (and love struck) as she sang.

In the dips of the song, the partners switched as they twirled around the dance floor. If the others didn’t know any better, they’d swear this had been planned and practiced. (It hadn’t been, Wild was just spontaneous and his twin along with the rest of the Chain learned to just go with whatever he had planned.)

The final switch ended with the four colors pressing the tips of their blades together, coming back together as Four who swayed a bit only to be gently caught by his husband.

“You alright?” He asked gently.

“Yes… just need a moment.” He assured him with a small sigh, leaning against him with a gentle smile. Rinku kissed his head before guiding him to a seat.

“Let’s rest a bit, that was quite a bit of dancing, was that planned?”

“Absolutely not.” He shook his head. “They were willing to wait their turn, but you know how spontaneous Wild is.” Rinku chuckled and nodded in agreement. That was very true. His twin was just as wild as his nickname.

Four settled against Rinku with a quiet sigh of content as other couples moved to the dance floor. “Think you’ll do any more dancing? Maybe with…” He trailed off, his gaze moving over to Time and Malon as they swayed together, the honeymoon phase never seemed to have left them.

Rinku chuckled softly as he followed his gaze before nodding and humming. “Yeah… I was thinking of asking one of them.”

“Which one?” Four tilted his head in curiosity causing Rinku to blanch bashfully. “Ah, well…” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as his cheeks lit up. The smith laughed softly, knowingly even, and leaned against him again.

“It’s okay to dance with both of them you know, I’m sure they’d love it.” Rinku blushed deeper at being read so easily. “Yeah… I know. I’ll wait though, let them enjoy their dancing right now.” His hold tightened around his husband. “Besides, I don’t want to leave your side right now.”

Four smiled faintly, resting his head against his chest, “Fine by me, I don’t want you to leave either…”

The two watched as friends and family spun around the dance floor, settled at tables to eat and talk. Speeches would be later and Rinku would be lying if he said he wasn’t partially dreading what his twin would have to say about this whole thing. At the same time, he trusted Wild. When it came to serious things, he definitely did not fall short.

Eventually Four got pulled away by Dot to dance, the two of them laughing as they twirled around with the others. Rinku shook his head fondly before blinking as a shadow soon draped over him. He looked up at Time who gave him a small smile.

“Seems your husband’s been stolen for the moment.”

“Mm-hm. Curse that Maid of Honor.” He chuckled before standing. “Actually, this is perfect timing.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I um…” He rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks burned. “I know it’s not really tradition… more so for the bride than the groom but uh…” He fiddled with his hands. “Would you consider a father and son dance?” His blush deepened at the amused chuckle before blinking at the hand held out to him.

“I’d be honored. Shall we?” Embarrassment fading, Rinku matched the older’s smile before taking hold of his hand. “Yeah.”

Time was an unexpectedly good dancer, it shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did, but here they were. Rinku took a deep breath before allowing his shoulders to relax.

“I wanted to thank you again. It… it means a lot to me for you to have done this for me.” He could have never pictured his father being at his wedding, hell, even meeting his partner. He knew if it had been all those years ago and the man had the gall to say anything negative about Four, Rinku would not have hesitated to kill the bastard.

He snapped out of his negative thoughts as he felt a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. His attention lifted back to the older male who smiled softly at him.

“There’s never a thanks needed between family, Rinku.” Time assured him quietly. “You’ve certainly been family for longer than this and I’d happily do anything for my family. Remember that, alright?” Ignoring the burning sensation in his eyes, Rinku swallowed heavily and smiled, brightly and full of relief, thankfulness and familial love.

“Yes.” The dance devolved to him clinging to the only good father he had in his life that he could remember.

“Are you making our son cry, Link?” Malon’s teasing voice caused the two to pause. Rinku’s cheeks flared to life again, his heart fluttering. To him, this is what a complete family felt like. Mother and father being warm and kind with so many siblings you’d do anything for.

“Never.” Time chuckled lightly. “But, I’d expect he has something to ask you.” He nudged Rinku lightly causing him to jump out of his thoughts.

“O-oh yeah…!” He smiled bashfully, before holding out a hand to her. “Might I have this dance?”

“Well aren’t you a gentleman.” Malon giggled softly before taking his hand and giving a gentle squeeze. “I’d be honored.” Time stepped back to let the pair spin out onto the dance floor.

“Are you happy, my dear?” The redhead woman asked softly, seeing the sparkle in Rinku’s eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks. He nodded, “So happy…” he whispered. “It feels like my heart’s going to burst… I still can’t believe I’m not dreaming. This is real, I’m married to someone I love with all my heart and who loves me back. My family has grown more than I could ever dream and I just… I can’t describe how happy I am.”

She hummed softly, the gentle smile on her face as they swayed together. “I’m glad for you, dear. You deserve this happiness, don’t ever forget that, alright?” He nodded, reaching to hastily scrub at his eyes. “I promise.”

“Mind if I cut in?” A gentle request came. The two turned to see Vio. Rinku blinked, opening his mouth to question before the other raised a hand. “Four thought that spontaneous dance wasn’t enough, so he decided to let us out again.”

Malon chuckled softly before giving him a gentle push. “Go on darlin, go dance with that husband of yours.” Rinku smiled bashfully before turning and taking hold of Vio’s hand as they went back to the center. The music slowed into a gentle ballad and the younger wrapped his arms around Vio, pulling him as close as he could. A small sigh of content escaped the smaller male as he leaned against him.

“Ever thought we’d be here?” Rinku murmured as they swayed in a slow and steady rhythm. “I had my hopes…” Vio admitted, sounding surprisingly bashful as his grip tightened slightly on him. “But I never dreamed it’d be as wonderful as this.” Rinku chuckled lightly, pressing a kiss to his head. “I know exactly how you feel.”

The music faded eventually and reluctantly the two parted. Vio gave him a faint smile, fighting back a blush as Rinku playfully kissed his knuckles. “Stop that, you sap… you still have three others waiting for a dance.”

“I’m ready and willing, always~” He chuckled before letting go of his hand and watching as he headed off to sit down. It didn’t take long for Green to join him, smiling softly as a light flush crossed his cheeks.

“Hey you… enjoying yourself?” He asked softly, holding out a hand to him. “More than you��ll ever know.” The older male responded, taking hold of his hand as they fell into step with each other. “Is it strange that this still feels like a dream to me?” “If it is, chalk it up to me being strange too.” He chuckled softly, tilting his head with a grin. “Part of me is still a little afraid that I’m going to wake up back in Hateno with all of this being just something my mind came up with to cope with the chaos that was my previous journey.”

“Guess we’ll just have to keep reminding each other that this is real.” Green smiled faintly in return before reaching to gently grip his tie and tug him down. “Guess so…” Rinku agreed softly before humming as the smaller male pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“Goddesses… we are so lucky to have you…”

“Hah… don’t say that, it’ll go straight to my ego.” His cheeks were burning as Green scoffed playfully. “What ego?”

As the melody came to an end, Rinku brought his hand up to kiss the back of it, smiling as he stuttered softly and blushed. “Goddesses, you’re gonna make me melt with all that.” He playfully pushed him. “Blue’s waiting… don’t keep him for too much longer.”

“I hear you.” He hummed softly, letting go of him to let him leave before heading to find Blue himself. Said male was leaning against the wall, watching people with a neutral expression. His gaze lifted when he saw the shadow appear over him, a faint smirk on his face. “Yes?”

“Seems like you’re a little lonely over here. Mind honoring me with your company?” Rinku held out a hand to him causing Blue to snort softly, but took his hand nonetheless.

“Sure.” He followed him back to the dance floor, but he was definitely insistent on taking the lead. Rinku didn’t mind, following him carefully in movements. “Are you happy, Blue?”

“How can you ask me that?” He raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am.” His voice softened as Rinku met his gaze. “I’m so happy it feels like my heart’s gonna combust. I… I really thought we would never… find someone who’d accept all of us, you know? We’re not exactly… normal.” That was putting it lightly. “But you… you didn’t even bat an eye. You accepted us, treated us like any other person. Heh… guess I could say that’s when I, when all of us, when we knew you’d be the one for us… I’m just glad you agreed on that.” He was smirking, but Rinku could see the genuine love in his eyes and his heart melted. Blue jolted as he was pulled into a tight hug.

“I love you, Blue. So… so very much. All of you are my heart and soul and I will be by your side forever. Not even death is going to part us.” Blue forced back a shudder before he buried his face against his chest.

“Goddesses, you’re such a damn sap…” If his voice sounded damp with tears, neither of them said anything. Rinku smiled softly and tightened his hold, pressing a loving kiss to his head. “Perhaps… but you wouldn’t change me for anything.” “Damn right I wouldn’t.”

Almost reluctantly, Blue pulled away from him and cleared his throat. “Red’s been patiently waiting…” Rinku smiled softly before he kissed the back of his hand. “We can dance again later, I promise.” Blue flushed darkly before averting his eyes and nodding, “Yeah… I’d like that.” He pulled his hand away before hurrying to join his chatting brothers.

Rinku watched them with a smile before perking as he felt someone take his hand. He gently squeezed before turning his attention to Red fully. “Ready?” Red returned the smile with a beam and nodded. “Of course.”

The music had picked up a little in pace, but neither paid it any mind as they swayed slowly and peacefully in the middle of the dance floor. Red rested his head on the younger’s chest, humming softly as he felt a hand stroking his back.

“You’ve made all of us so happy, Rinku… You have no idea.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ve got somewhat of one…”

Red giggled softly, “Not as much as you might think… Four… all of us… for the longest time we just went along in life, day after day after day… Everything was monotonous. It was dull, like the color was fading out of everything. But then we met you… and it felt like a new spark. Like color was just bursting back in, excitement filled our lives again and it just… it’s amazing.” A bashful yet genuine smile crossed his face as he sighed. “You’ve changed our lives for the better… and I can’t thank you enough.”

“I should be thanking you…” Rinku murmured, tightening his hold on him. “I’ve never felt so loved and cherished in my life..” He smiled gently as he heard a small sniffle from Red before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you…”

“I love you too…”

When the song came to an end the duo headed over to join the rest of their little group and settled down. Now came the ‘fun’ part, the speeches.

Wild looked a little nervous as he cleared his throat to gain everyone’s attention.

-Many of you already know me well by now but for those who don’t, my name’s Link though now I go by Wild. I’m Rinku’s younger brother and I have only been to one other wedding before this so forgive me if I’m a little off.- He smiled sheepishly. -I’ve been told that I should start with embarrassing childhood stories and I’d love to! ...If I actually remembered any.- His smile widened at the light hearted chuckles from his joke before it turned into a grin. -That doesn’t mean I don’t have stories at all however.- His shoulders shook silently as Rinku gave him a look of ‘Don’t you fucking dare’ while the Colors silently laughed beside him in varying levels of success. -I might not remember our childhood, but I'm sure you were as much of a mess as you are right now.- Rinku scowled at him playfully while Blue lost the battle with his silent laughter becoming audible soon followed by the rest of the Colors and everyone else’s. -How did you even manage to get a wedding?-

“I had the courage to propose unlike a certain someone.” Rinku replied in a snarky manner causing Wild to stick his tongue out at him. Shaking his head fondly, the younger male’s expression softened into something more genuine.

-I’ve known Rinku obviously for all our lives, but unfortunately most of it I can’t remember. What I do know is he’s a wonderful big brother and a good man. He’s someone anyone can rely on and I’m so proud to be his twin and to be here today.- He reached down to grab his glass and continued. -I’d like to offer a toast to the newly weds- His gaze fell on the quintet and he smiled so softly, so tenderly, it made their hearts swell. -May you have an everlasting love and marriage. May your days be filled with joy and whatever problems might arise, may you face them together and come out stronger-

There was a murmured agreement as everyone raised their glasses in honor to the now blushing couple. It was Dot’s turn and all four Colors both looked forward and dreaded what she would say, since unlike Wild, she remembered everything about their childhood together.

The princess stood with a smile and began to speak. “Good afternoon everyone, my name is Zelda but you may know me better as Dot. I wanted to thank you all for joining us on this wonderful day and for all the work everyone has put in to make everything so wonderful.” She glanced at the group with a warm smile. “I knew Four since childhood and unfortunately for him, I remember all of it.” She looked to Wild in a teasing apologetic manner causing the other to snicker and wave a hand. “I guess my favorite tale for him would be the one I’ve heard from the Minish, the first time he became one-”

“DOT DON’T YOU DARE!” Green was out of his seat in an instant to shut their best friend up, while Red tugged his veil down and hid his face, the tips of his ears shining his namesake. Vio coughed softly into his fist, averting his gaze as his cheeks burned while Blue buried his face in his arms with a groan. Rinku raised an eyebrow at the immediate response, catching Vio’s gaze causing the older male to wave a hand and mouth ‘Later’ even as the embarrassment was clear on his face.

Dot managed to get away from Green and shoo him back towards his husband before smiling at the amusement the crowd clearly had for their shenanigans. “Well anyway! As I was saying, Four, Link, has been my best friend since we were kids and I’m so happy that he, that all of them, could find such happiness. I hope that happiness will be forever lasting and may the goddess smile upon you all forever more.” She took her glass and raised it in cheers. “To the happy couple.”

“To the happy couple.” Everyone intoned before taking a sip. Dot took her seat, smiling in a dainty manner despite the looks she got from her four best friends. “Oh don’t give me those looks boys, I could have easily gone on even with Green trying to stop me.”

Said male pushed her gently, a grumpy expression on his face despite the bright red blush on his cheeks. “It’s inappropriate! And we were a kid!”

“Doesn’t really excuse it, but whatever you say.” She chuckled softly. Green huffed and leaned against Rinku with a muttered halfhearted grumble. The younger male chuckled and wrapped his arm around him, giving a gentle squeeze.

Dinner and desert flew by and before anyone realized it, it was time to part. The portals leading everyone home had been reformed by the goddess statue, patiently waiting. Four sighed softly before stretching lightly and leaning against Rinku.

“Thank you, everyone…” He smiled faintly as their attention turned to him. “We’re so glad you could join us on this wonderful day.”

“We’re grateful for everything.” Rinku added, wrapping an arm around his husband’s waist. “For your help and your company.”

As much as they wanted to stay together, it was time to go home. The portals would stay for only so long. With one more tight hug of thanks to Sky and Sun, the two headed through the portal leading home.

It let them out near the forge and Four had to smother a squeak as Rinku lifted him bridal style, hurriedly wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he gave him a baffled look.

“What are you-?”

“What, is it not the groom’s job to carry their bride over the threshold of their home?” He teased lightly. Four rolled his eyes with a quiet scoff before he leaned his head against his chest.

“You are such a dork…”

“Well, you’re stuck with this dork now.” Four smiled warmly and settled in his arms with a content sigh.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The door shut behind them, ending that chapter of their lives and beginning a new one.

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takingcourage · 4 years ago

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Happenstance

Pairing: Liam x MC

Word Count: 1,150

Rating/Warnings: General; no warnings

Summary: An alternate spin on a New York City chance encounter.

Note: This story was written to fulfill the “Meet Cute” prompt for @choicesficwriterscreations ’s Silly Love Stories event.

No matter how many times Eliza went, Grand Central Terminal still managed to steal her breath away. Earbuds snugly fastened in her ears, she slowed her steps and allowed the music to build, rising to a crescendo as she crossed into the main concourse. As always, the hair at the back of her neck floated toward the towering ceiling above.

She didn't like everything about New York City -- goodness knew there had been many months of homesickness and wishing to see something outside her windows besides concrete and glass -- but Saturday-morning excursions were made of pure magic. Nevermind that she happened to be museum hopping on her own that day; she was going to have an excellent time regardless of Dinah and her last-minute change in plans.

En route to one of the station bakeries, she caught a glimpse of a golden-haired man standing in front of a ticket kiosk. Her passing glance didn't tell her much, save that he was attractive and very well dressed: neither of which were unusual. If Dinah had been there, the two women would have exchanged meaningful stares, her friend's eyebrows waggling with mischievous implications. The other woman was always insisting that Eliza needed to make a stronger effort to meet people; she wasn’t going to find the love of her life waitressing at the bar, after all.

As it was, however, she looked forward and kept moving, filing into place at the end of the bakery line. Her mouth watered as the aroma of fresh bread wafted past. The best days always started with a bagel and spread.

Five minutes later she was on her way, pastry bag and coffee in hand. On her way out of the stall, she turned to drop her empty sugar packet into the nearest trash can. The angle provided an open view of the walkway she'd come through before, and she was startled to see the blond man still standing in front of the touchscreen. Eyes narrowing, she allowed herself a closer look.

Though he still appeared calm and collected, there was enough context to suggest that something was amiss. After all, no one ever chose to spend that much time trying to purchase a subway pass. As he dipped his head toward the screen to get a better view, she noticed the way his hair fell over his brow, still clumped together as if it was a little damp from his morning shower. He combed it away absently, brow furrowing for just a moment before he tapped something on the screen with his opposite hand.

Better judgement suggested several reasons why walking toward him would be a terrible idea, but Eliza couldn't shake the implicit pang of concern as she watched his struggle. She was the one reaching out to him, after all. If anything happened, they were within view of dozens of people -- including the middle-aged woman waiting in line behind him.

"Excuse me," she called in advance, not wanting to startle him. "Would you like some help? These things aren't very intuitive."

His eyes shot up, brilliant blue and registering surprise that quickly shifted to gratitude. "I would appreciate that very much, thank you."

She couldn't help wondering about his accent as she sidled up next to him: it was almost reminiscent of a Spanish roommate she'd had during sophomore year, but that wasn't quite right. Curious to hear more, she asked the natural question: "Where are you trying to go?"

"Bowling Green."

Eliza grinned as her finger carried out the first couple of steps by rote. "Statue of Liberty?" Taking the credit card from his outstretched hand, her eyes flicked across the imprint before she slipped it into the card reader.

"How'd you guess?" The sense of admiration in his tone sent warmth flooding over her skin, and she was grateful she'd worn her long hair down to disguise any blush that might be stealing up her cheeks. He spoke again before she could answer. "I suppose it must be rather obvious. I'm aware of the cliché, but it's the one part of the city I haven't had a chance to visit yet."

She quickly completed the transaction, stepping aside so that he could take the pass as it printed. "It may be cliché," she agreed, motioning an apology to the woman who'd been waiting behind them. "But it would be a shame not to see it while you're here; I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time."

"Do you visit often?"

"Just once, actually. I should be ashamed to call myself a New Yorker," she mused, shaking her head at the thought. She wasn't certain why she'd added the second bit of information. It would have been so easy for the conversation to end there, yet some part of her yearned to keep it going. Even without checking the clock, she knew she was running very close to her own departure time. Still, as she watched his lips curl upward yet again, she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

"Would you be interested in changing that? I bought two ferry tickets thinking a friend might tag along, but he's still a bit hungover from going out last night..." Words trailing, he grew silent for a moment before he continued. "Though it's perfectly fine if you say no. Spending the day with a complete stranger is hardly advisable."

Sucking her lip between her teeth, she considered the offer. Right now, it was difficult to think of anything beyond her pleasure that he seemed as unwilling to part as she was. "I'd love that, actually," she answered with her next breath, unable to hide the cheeky smile that followed. “And you're not a complete stranger.”

He flashed a look of something like panic, but recovered quickly. “You saw my name on the card.”

“Exactly.” Goodness, his smile was infectious. If the last few minutes had been any indication, her cheeks were going to positively ache by the time they reached the ferry. "I have you at a disadvantage, really.” Readjusting her grip on her breakfast, she extended her other arm for a handshake. "I'm Eliza."

Steady and secure, his grip reassured her that this was the right decision. "Charmed to make your acquaintance, Eliza."

She let out a gasp of surprise when he lifted her fingers to his lips for a soft kiss. Dinah was right: she’d never meet a man like this in her dive bar. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

"Now, do you happen to know the way to our train?" From the corner of her eye, she saw him still pinching the pass between thumb and pointer finger.

"Follow me," Eliza beckoned, tugging the hand that was still clasped in her own.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #cfwc silly love stories #the royal romance #trr liam #liam x mc

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panicbeach · 4 years ago

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soft silly music is meaningful magical

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thebranchyoubreak · 4 years ago

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This shit crazy

Y'all don't know that don't shit faze me

(Ball so hard) This shit weird

We ain't even 'posed to be here

(Ball so hard) Since we here

It's only right that we'd be fair

Psycho: I'm liable to go Michael, take your pick

B-ball so hard) I'm shocked too

I'm supposed to be locked up too

If you escaped what I've escaped

You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too

(B-ball so hard) What she order, fish fillet?

I don't even know what that means

No one knows what it means, but it's provocative

No, it's not, it's gross

Gets the people going"

Ball so hard mothafuckers wanna fine me

Don't let me get in my zone

These other niggas is lyin'

Actin' like the summer ain't mine

(I got that hot bitch in my home)

The stars is in the building

They hands is to the ceiling

I know I'm 'bout to kill it

How you know? I got that feeling

You're the only story that never been told

You're my dirty little secret, wanna keep you so

Come on out, come on over, help me forget

Keep the walls from falling as they're tumbling in

You made everybody else seem insane

You filled my head with your notions

As far as my eyes can see

There are shadows surrounding me

You've always shared my darkest hours

Chasing the only Meaningful memory you thought you had left

With some pretty, bright and bubbly Terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest

But, oh comely

It isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess

Standing next to me, he's only my enemy (blond and I were shoulder to shoulder waiting to be seated at the resto on jakk’s bday)

Your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park (my father fucking anything that moved & giving me siblings)

The music and medicine you needed for comforting

So make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving

And pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me

And soft silly music is meaningful magical

Smelling of semen all under the garden

Was all you were needing when you still believed in me(the night blond told Jakk to break it off with me, he went home to tell her that we weren’t breaking up, but when he got there her mother was sleeping over, so we met in the park and had sex. It wasn’t very good, sadly. Kind of just an attempt to feel bonded in the face of adversity.)

They buried her body

I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine

Know all your enemies

We know who our enemies are ( I just got this. It’s a reference to stella’s death. Several spiritualists said the accidents (mine & hers) were connected, and that she absorbed a hit that night that was meant for me, and that it resulted in the accident.)

Goldaline, my dear

We will fold and freeze together

Far away from here

Goldaline’ is an unreleased Neutral Milk Hotel song that has been described by Jeff Mangum as a story about lost siamese sisters that are soon to be engulfed by a beast.

But now we move to feel

For ourselves inside some stranger's stomach

They are warm inside the belly of the beast, and together they await their death by digestion.

Further details are: Goldaline is a siamese twin, lost in the woods indeed, and they are facing a bear. Mangum here speaks of the theme of death (in the eyes of these girls) as redemption. Earlier lines mostly speak of how they are lost and will die a horrid death, but there is a solution after, “far away from here […] sun and spring and green forever” which could be heaven or whatever. Here, in the bear, by destruction, they can find redemption…There is also a recurring theme of reincarnation on this album: perhaps after being devoured they find themselves, not in the stomach of a monster, but of their next-life’s mother.

(Worth mentioning that when stella was alive, I agreed to write her a play, and she wanted it to be about a little girl and a bear.)

Knowing everything, knowing everything, we cried

I told you everything about everything

You said "Holy shit, we almost died"

I had no idea, I had no idea

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enchantedbride · 5 years ago

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How Does Joey Get Along with the Other Obey Me Characters?: A Basic Summary

Tagging: @goldenworldsabound, @foreveryours-mouse, and @curiousobsession101

I’m including not just the core canon characters (the seven demon brothers besides Lucifer, and then Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon), but I’ll also be including my version of the MC (Kat/Katherine) and an angel OC I made to balance things out to three human (Joey, Kat, and Solomon) and three angels (Simeon, Luke, and OC in question, whose name is Tabitha).

Mammon: They don’t get along at first, but they do be comes friends eventually. Mammon criticizes Joey and initially says she’s ‘too soft for a place like the Devildom’. But, from the beginning, he can see that Joey has a talent for endearing others to her and offering support when such a thing is desperately needed, and how it can lend itself to diffusing a tense situation. Joey eventually comes to notice how Mammon has considerable moments of insight, skills of observation, and his own underlying softer nature and she encourages those aspects of him. She stands up for him, but she also stands up to him (this is actually true for all of the brothers, but I find this to be most obvious in the cases of Mammon and also Lucifer). They become something of partners in crime when it comes to helping out Kat (MC) in her endeavors.

Leviathan: Things are definitely rocky to start off here too. They tend to get into arguments over their frequently overlapping interests and each others approaches to people (Joey tends to think Levi is rather entitled and Levi thinks Joey is kind of a pushover, and both of them call each other out on their tendency to be extremely self-depricating). I think these two would ultimately have an understanding of each other that others wouldn’t have, including things like need for personal space and issues with self-hatred. Eventually I think they’d get along somewhat, their relationship developing into something more of a friendly rivalry of sorts (still arguing quite a bit, but also pushing each other to be better and push comes to shove, they’ll stand up for the other).

Satan: These two actually get along pretty well from the beginning. Wheras Mammon was put in charge of looking after Kat during her stay in the Devildom, Satan was put in charge of looking after Joey, albeit with Lucifer more heavily supervising due to not fully trusting Satan’s ability to look after Joey (I was on the fence about whether to have Mammon be appointed guardian for both Kat and Joey, or to have Lucifer take on looking after Joey himself in spite of a heavy workload, or have Satan do it. Ultimately I decided Satan but with more supervision from Lucifer would make the most sense for the story.). But ironically, even though Satan was put in charge of Joey, Joey comes to look after Satan quite a bit in kind to the point he comes to see her as something of mother-figure and mentor. He is also the most supportive of Joey being critical of the brothers (especially Lucifer). He tends to get defensive if it’s about him at first, but ultimately he will listen and consider what Joey has said once he’s had space to think.

Asmodeus: Joey doesn’t like Asmo very much at first (she thinks he’s a creep at first), although Asmo actually likes Joey a lot from the beginning. He thinks she cute and appreciates her gentle nature and desire to nurture and support others. They do get along better after a time, but it does take a while for that to happen. Like Lucifer, Asmo learns to be more respectful of people’s boundaries, but in return he’s one of the best when it comes to persuading Joey to feel less guilty when she’s doing something for herself and not for others.

Beelzebub: Aside from an initial tense first couple of meetings, the two of them start to get along pretty well almost right away and become friends. Beel is protective of Joey, and is one of the first of the brothers to be aware that Joey tends to not look after herself like she should (get enough food, water, sleep, etc.). Joey tends to worry about Beel sometimes, especially after he first tells her about his brother Belphagor and the effect the Celestial War had on him and his brothers. Joey and Beel often walk Cerberus together when Lucifer is busy, and both have a great love and appreciation of dogs. Besides with Kat and Belphie, Beel eventually has times with Joey where he doesn’t feel hungry at all.

Belphegor: Joey is initially predisposed to like him but be somewhat wary of Belphegor because of what Kat has said of her interactions with him. But, after she learns the full story of his time in the attic and his subsequent attacking of Kat after she releases him, Joey is more guarded and apprehensive. She wants to be understanding of his situation, but is also angry at him for blaming humans for what happened to his sister and what it led to. In Joey’s version of Obey Me, Belphagor takes longer to be forgiven and faces a longer, more difficult road in making amends with both his brothers and Kat. Joey, along with Tabitha and Barbatos (instead of the MC like in canon) are the ones who work to get Belphie moving in a more positive direction and help him reconnect with his family (including his newfound however-many-greats-niece).

Diavolo: Aside from being extremely pissed Diavolo (by way of Lucifer) brought her and Kat into the exchange program initially without asking, Diavolo and Joey are pretty friendly with each other from the start. Diavolo appreciates the ease with which he can talk to Joey, as well as her overall trustworthiness and willingness to explain aspects of the human world to him. Joey appreciates how idealistic Diavolo is for a demon, and how he seems to really care about improving himself and the Devildom although it doesn’t take long for her to realize he can be subtly manipulative and self-centered. He plays Wingman and nudges her towards Lucifer when the two of them start to show romantic interest in each other. But, he becomes nervous and guarded when he sees the extent of the impact she has on Lucifer and worries for a while that he might lose Lucifer and his brothers as a result (because they become less evil). But, thanks to help from Barbatos, he is put at ease and he and Joey remain friends and he often implores Joey for help as an ally in his goal to strengthen relations between the three realms.

Barbatos: Barbatos and Joey are friendly from the start and Joey shows a desire to befriend him. While he is a bit guarded at first, it isn’t too long before he shows a mutual interest and the two spend more time together. They often have deep and meaningful conversations about history and the nature of the Three Realms, and sometimes Joey will help prepare snacks for when the two sit down to have a cup of tea. Barbatos, with his ability to see the future, knows of Joey’s fate and while he can’t reveal it to her, tries to encourage her along her path. After she becomes an angel, he is one of the people instrumental in helping her through dealing with her trauma of having died and been brought back to life.

Simeon: Simeon and Joey get along and are pretty good friends by the end of things. As both have an interest in writing, they both often discuss stories, bounce ideas around, and discuss what makes for a good narrative. They can be at odds sometimes though, as she thinks Simeon can be insensitive to people’s needs at times, especially when it comes to emotional stress. But, he fully acknowledges that this is something he needs to work on. In turn however, he cam find Joey’s impulsivity under stress to be a problem and tries to nudge her to confront it.

Luke: They get along well overall. Luke appreciates how kind and gentle Joey is, but tends to get huffy when she points out he’s being judgmental towards others. But, she also stands up for him when he faces unwarranted teasing. He’s the most excited to show Joey the ins and outs of being an angel when she becomes one. They sometimes study together.

Solomon: Truthfully they don’t really interact much outside of class, but they get along well as classmates and study-buddies. Joey learns a decent amount about how magic works from Solomon. She’s a little wary because of her lack of knowledge concerning him, but for now the two of them are on friendly terms.

Kat (MC): Roommates and good friends! Both of them find solace in having each other as roommates at the beginning of their stay in the Devildom and support each other in their endeavors. Like with Luke and Solomon, Kat and Joey will often study together. Joey can be very protective of Kat, and tends to worry when Kat goes investigating in places others might not want her to be in. But, in turn Kat tends to worry about Joey’s anxiety and her tendency to let her stress go unattended. They both really enjoy animals and music, and the brothers will often walk by the room and hear music playing from their room. Wheras Joey plays the violin, Kat plays the cello. And while Kat’s not as enthusiastic a gamer as Joey they’ll play games together.

Tabitha: Becomes something of a big sister to Joey, and helps Joey along with Lucifer and Simeon in her first few weeks of being an angel (teaching her how to fly, some bare basics about her powers, etc.). When she was a human, Joey and Tabitha got along decently and became friends in time. Both share a love cooking and discussing science (Tabitha is particularly interested in chemistry). Tabitha is also really great at making people laugh, and thus often helped Joey (and others) find some relief from stress in the form of comedic discussion and light silliness.

#verse (into the dark and back: obey me)#modern persephone (obey me!joey)

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bowieandqueen11 · 6 years ago

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Make the World Go Round/ Body Positive Queen Headcanons

Prompt: Could I request Queen headcanons on how they react to the reader being insecure about their body or having stretch marks ❤️

Thank you my beautiful anon, this is really important! <3

Brian May

It was a sultry day in mid-August, and the pool was as flat and as shimmering as any mirror, lying on the edge of the house without a ripple in the silver-blue water as if time itself had been frozen.

From the tall pines around the edge came not a sound, no movement of branches, no birds calling, it was only you and Brian alone in this perfect bubble. In the turquoise watery mirror was only the constellations, starlight so old and young, and a few littered rocks surrounding the edge as if you had both reached the edge of a mountain trail, the cool breeze welcoming as Brian’s arm burns where it lays comfortably against your hip.

‘Brian, I don’t know, the others will be here soon.’

Without a warning, Brian makes you yelp in surprise as he pulls you tighter against his chest, his other arm landing against the small of your back. His fingers splaying firmly against your skin makes your breath hitch in your throat, and distracts you from the giant leap forward Brian takes until the giant splash sprinkles like dew drops onto the sandy shore and you emerge from the bright blue depths.

You sigh lightly as you try to stay upright, two heavy arms coming to wrap themselves like a vice around the top of your back, his head nestling down lightly to hit against the top of your chest, thin humming streams escaping happily from his lips as your fingers lay splayed against his hips as they bump into yours, his baggy navy shorts floating and entangling coolly against your fingertips

‘Why would it matter if the others are coming over, love?’

His eyes wander up to yours, their look distant as if lost in a daydream as he smiles tenderly at you, before he winks and jumps suddenly up like a superhero through the water to wrap your legs around his waist. Panicking slightly as his chest bumps hard against yours, his hands reach down to tug your thighs further against his abdomen, making sure you stays afloat, your fingers coming to rest familiarly against his skin as you swallow thickly.

‘Because I’m only in a swimsuit, Bri. I don’t want anyone else to see me like this.’

‘Like what? Beautiful? Ethereal? The most stunning person in this entire galaxy?’

As you look into his eyes, bright and beautiful in contrast with the darkness behind him, properly looking and understanding the unspoken love that pours out with his gaze, he smiles at you.

‘You are incredible, and stunning and perfect just the way you are, y/n, so please, never think about yourself like that again, because I surely don’t.’

Roger Taylor

Gazing up serenely towards the scorching heat of the sun, letting its rays fall down upon the blazing blush covering the warm roundness of your cheeks, you sigh contently as you see the emerald green and white striped kite Roger’s guiding fly over your field of vision, dancing high and restlessly in the wind in sunlit silence, which you break as you start laughing at Roger being pulled through the tufts of grass by the strong breeze, his short wheat coloured hair madly blending in with the bushes of the meadow, blowing his locks up in spikes in every direction, his shouts of glee mixing with the wisps of the wind as the kite spiralled was exactly what you wanted to hear after a long week at work.

Turning towards your laugh with a wide grin spreading across his face, knowing his eyes are bright with laughter even through his dim sunglasses, he winds in the reel of the kite, walking over to the plaid blanket you’re lying upon whilst you stay there, appreciating the way his light white half-unbuttoned shirt ripples with each step, allowing you full view of the slightly tanned skin of his chest.

As his footsteps draw nearer, crunching the thin summer blades of grass and daisies with each step, he slowly flops down beside you, pulling himself up onto one elbow in order to appreciate the way the flowing dress you were wearing hugged your skin perfectly. His hand crawls over your waist slowly, teasing you, each inch of skin tingling with goosebumps as his fingers gently twirl across until he finally wraps his arm around you, snuggling his head into the curve or your neck.

He snuggles up against you, rolling you both over so he can run his hand up and down the plushness of your side, pushing the ticklish fabric of your dress up with his fingertips so he can place his palm against your thighs, loving the way your skin flushes in reaction to his meaningful touches, before tickling further up towards your stomach.

‘Wait, Rog, stop, you know how uncomfortable I am with you feeling my stretch marks.’

He stops for a second, a frown covering his face as he gazes at you with such compassionate devotion before the crinkles at the side of his eyes rise once more and he pulls you tightly against him, placing a soft kiss against the tip of your nose, before tracing a path to the side of your mouth.

He pauses for a moment, and you see the rays fall down upon the slightly dazed, far away look in his crystal blue eyes, intense with understanding and desire, before he murmurs against your plump lips, ‘you’re so incredibly beautiful, you know that love? So incredibly smart, and independent, and warm and loving and it honestly aches in my heart sometimes how an angel like you could fall for a man like me. So please, never worry about your stretch marks, because they just make you the ethereal being you are, and I love every single one of them.’

Freddie Mercury

Turning fearful suddenly, Freddie’s face turns into a quick and anxious frown. ‘Y/n, please tell me what’s wrong, what has you so upset my love’. Stumbling over his words in a panic, his hands grasp at your face delicately, trying to wipe away as many unwanted tears as he can reach with his thumbs before settling for grasping your hands tightly, littering each knuckle with soft peppering kisses and pulling you tight against his chest, ignoring the soapy bath water that splashed against the floor as the two of you moved.

‘Freddie, how can you love me? How can you bear to see this?’

Staying silent for a moment, one thick finger running slightly over the curve of his chin as he gazed out the windows, pondering, a steady look of determination on his face.

‘Y/n, you are the most divine, lush creature I’ve ever seen, and I must have turned into a real rotter of a boyfriend if I don’t remind you of that everyday, because I love you with every fibre of my being’.

Distracting you, Freddie ripples a wave of soapy water your way, hitting your chin with a loud thud. The mock face of fear as you slowly turn to face him sets you both off in another wave of sobbing giggles, the light laughs music to his ears.

Your hands reach up to gently entangle in his short, soft brown hair, enjoying the feeling of running your fingertips through his locks as he closes his eyes in bliss, before tracing your finger down the edges of his face towards his protruding chin and placing one wet and dripping palm against the edge of his jaw.

He leans in, placing his forehead delicately against your own, and you can feel the twinge of heat radiating from the slight blush on his face as you squeeze your eyes closed, running your finger down his jawline towards his mouth. Placing his rounded swollen lips against your own slowly, as if afraid to break the magic, his moustache gently tickles your upper brow as you passionately embrace his touch.

‘You are so so beautiful, and you’ll have to remind me to let you know every single day, because you’re stuck with silly old me now, y/n.’

John Deacon

‘Sweetheart, are you in here?’

John knocks lightly on the cream door, three little raps as light as feathers before pressing his ear against the door, his breath shallow and quick as his eyebrows furrow, trying to hear any sound from you.

‘If it makes you feel any better, Roger managed to slip over in the pub today and knocked Brian down with him on his bottom. He tried to blame Freddie for it, but he’d tripped over his own tie he had thrown down onto the floor when he had tried to take his shirt off a few seconds before’.

Hearing nothing but silence, he bites his tongue, chewing the inside of his cheek as he reaches for the auburn handle. However, he stalls listening to your sniffles as you lie on top of the duvet, rubbing the goosebumps that litter your arms like painful pricks, trying to hold the tears that threatened to leave your swirling, distant eyes.

One small crystal bead escapes from their cloud behind your eye and its warmth slides down your cheek and rolls off your chin. Then another. And another, cascading like a waterfall. Sniffing every ten seconds, they fall, and fall, and you let them, scared and feeling terribly vulnerable and alone in that enclosing room.

Entering the room, he freezes for a moment, his eyes drooping in unbearable sadness as he sees you lying there, your back facing him and your shoulders heaving. His legs take two massive strides over to fall onto your legs, his thin fingers dancing their way up your hips and over the curves of your side to reach your shoulders, pulling you up against his beating chest. As his hand rises up to fall into your hair, his tired fingertips curling into you and letting your warmth flow through the gaps, his left hand swirls nonsense but tender patterns against your back before coming to tighten against your muscles.

He tries to blink away the tears that sting against his eyes, his lips quivering to see you so distraught, and to have no idea how to help you, his angel. He held you in silence, rocking you slowly as your tears stained his clothes.

Finally he lifts a hand to gently cup your cheek, pressing a warm kiss against the tip of your flushed nose before whispering ‘what’s wrong, my darling?’

‘J-John’, you manage to snuffle out, reaching up to rub your eye with your fist. ‘Why are you with me? Why do you care about someone like me, someone who looks like this?’

John sits there, his mouth hanging unhinged at shock to realise the reason you had been so distant had been because of this, and he had been so stupid and selfish to not have realised before now, to not have showered you with the love and devotion you deserved every day. Cold shivers of shame flicked up from the pit of his stomach and burnt up inside his throat before shivering down his arms and deep into his heart.

‘Y/n… why didn’t you tell me about this? You are ethereal, y/n, you are the most gorgeous, beautiful being that could ever exist in this universe, my own personal angel. Stop doubting yourself, because in my eyes, you are beyond perfect, and why do you think I wrote You’re My Best Friend for you?’

He leans down to kiss you, and the world and all its troubles fall away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled, pulling you closer until there was no space left between the two of you, and never would be again.

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swampswampswamp-blog · 6 years ago

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Somebody. Come and dance with me to the music tapes

#soft silly music is meaningful magical

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tariandlenasmusicblog-blog · 6 years ago

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My Mistake: An essay about IGOR, Flower of the Bride, and closure

The funny thing about getting older is that you don’t fully appreciate how removed you are from a version of yourself until you look in the mirror. Sometimes that mirror is literal, and you get to explore all the grooves, bumps, and sharp angles that reflect a body in flux. Other times, that mirror is figurative, and you get caught in a staring match with a phantom self with the emotional heft of a lifetime of joys and regrets. I’m struck by a similar feeling when sitting and listening to Father of the Bride and IGOR back to back. The gap between the two albums feels like the gap between the self I once was and the self that I am becoming; between yearning and something approaching peace.

Let’s start with IGOR, Tyler The Creator’s new album. The stark pink and monochrome artwork is fitting for an album that marries tenderness with an abrasive whiplash. Starting with “IGOR’S THEME”, Tyler’s strategy is to set the tone with thick distorted synth chords, sweet, high-pitched vocals and a tight breakbeat to before breaking into soft piano chords to mirror that contrast. The only lyrics on the track are “riding round town/make ‘em feel this one”, which feels appropriate. The feeling he’s communicating is clear: the heartrending tension of a tortured type of romance. The story on the album seems to be one of unrequited or rejected love, which forces the protagonist (the eponymous Igor) into finding a form of resolution, however unsatisfying it might be.

The production on the album is gorgeous: the drums are crisp; the synths are overwhelming one minute and delicate the next. The album is stacked with guest vocalists from Playboi Carti to Solange to Charlie Wilson to Kanye West, but they are all subsumed into Tyler’s larger symphonic vision which, to my surprise, does not feature his signature gravelly rasp very often. Instead, we hear his voice pitched up on “EARFQUAKE” and “RUNNING OUT OF TIME”, singing (sometimes atonally) with great vulnerability and strain. Even on more conventional rap tracks like “A BOY IS A GUN*” he peels back the layers of distortion and anger that used to mask his longing, opting instead to beg “don’t shoot me down.” He’s scared and vulnerable. He still lashes out on “NEW MAGIC WAND” and “WHAT’S GOOD”, but even there his anger sounds justified and earned where it once felt gratuitous and underdeveloped.

The album closes with three of the most tender, direct songs that he’s ever written. “GONE, GONE/THANK YOU” starts with a cherubic voice almost rejoicing that “my love’s gone” before that elation descends musically (and lyrically) into a depressed resignation. That musical descent may be the most beautiful moment of Tyler’s career, and unwinds the tension built throughout the first nine tracks on the album. Jerrod Carmichael, his occasional interlocutor on the album, steps in briefly to proclaim: “I hate wasted potential/That shit crushes your spirit,” before the track concludes with a sarcastic thanks for poisoning the protagonist from ever wanting to love again.

After a brief, almost meditative repetition of the mantra “I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE”, the album concludes with its showpiece: a classic anthem of longing in 6/8 time called “ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?” Tyler evokes about 50 years of soul music in his own way, pleading for any kind of meaningful connection with the person he just cannot quit. It is revelatory in its catharsis and flips an entire career arc of obsessive rebellion on its head by being as conventional and relatable as possible. No, Tyler cannot sing, and this track exposes that fact more than any that come before. Somehow, that adds to the charm. He sounds like you or I in the same position, bleating atonally along to a kind of invented karaoke for one.

Despite this relatability, however, IGOR does not hit me in the way that I expected. It feels very much like an album built for a past version of me: a confused, deeply emotional guy who did not really know how to love but tried hard anyway. It’s the best, most mature album Tyler has ever made. It might be the best album of the year. But when I listen, I am not drawn in. Instead, I feel a glassy distance akin to reading heartbroken letters a past me once wrote to another. (Yeah, I did that in preparation for this essay. Yeah, it was weird.)

I feel precisely the opposite when I listen to Father Of The Bride by Vampire Weekend. Billed as an album of questioning and commitment in the shadow of parenthood, the double-album hits me like a sucker punch to the face. It is as harmonically rich as IGOR, but the sugar rush is delivered in a more conventional, familiar package of jam-band acoustic guitars, skyscraping choruses and baroque codas. The band sounds more like The Band than ever before, largely abandoning their Afropop fakery for a melange that sounds earnest and reflective of a newfound confidence in Ezra Koenig’s songwriting.

That confidence is carried over to the lyrics. Gone are the precious reflections on Ivy League life, and in their place is a sense of wonder about the beauty of life, and the fear of its impending collapse. “Big Blue” is about being overawed by the vastness of the world, and about how confusing that vastness can be, while “Unbearably White” is a tender reflection on emotional distance and how it can wreck relationships. Koenig and co. aren’t afraid of swinging for the fences with cinematic string arrangements on “Rich Man” or lighter-waving ballads like “Jerusalem, New York, Berlin”.

Not all of it works. Two of the three collaborations with Danielle Haim, “Married in a Gold Rush” and “We Belong Together” are sickly-sweet, sounding more like outtakes from the Cheaper By The Dozen 2 soundtrack than comfortable in 2019. The autotune and djembe at the beginning of “Spring Snow”, meanwhile, sounds like Vampire Weekend-by-numbers.

But when it does work, it’s the best music that the band has ever produced. “Harmony Hall” is a near-perfect pop song with a piano that sounds like it was cribbed from a 1989 WHAM! song and the catchiest chorus I’ve heard in years. “Bambina” switches from razor-sharp indie-pop to a hymn a step removed from Pachelbel’s Canon, yet the change of pace between the two feels like a reflection on the devotional absurdity detailed in the lyrics. The stretch of songs from “My Mistake” to “Flower Moon” is superlative: elegant, whimsical, silly, and depressing all at once.

It’s precisely those songs that knock me off my feet, and those songs that expose the distance between where I was and where I am headed. The contortions and wrangling of the past have been replaced with a gentler form of acceptance about the absurdity of life. The biggest questions about who I am and where I’m headed are at least grounded in a sense of perspective. I know I am not alone in sometimes feeling alone. I know that our collective existence is precarious, and I still choose to live as if the important conversations in my life can be resolved by burying my head in the sand. I’m flawed, but I’m alive, and I’m trying. When I look back at that spectral mirror image that IGOR represents then, I feel peace. Life now feels more like “My Mistake”: it’s gentler, more reflective, and underpinned with the subtle echoes of the regrets that I will never displace. Those are the regrets that made me. I don’t have the answers to how to live and love well. I probably never will. But the Earth will keep spinning in its own, blocky, clip-art kind of way. Perhaps that’s the point.

#music blog #fotb #igor #vampire weekend #tyler the creator #personal essay

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ktrsvo · 6 years ago

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infinity plus one (2.9k) alternate universe - soulmates

Peter whispers, “I’ll never not choose you, Lara Jean.”

the movie called me, and i could not resist

Lara Jean grows up believing that the sentence on her wrist is supposed to mean something.

Six words. Nineteen letters. There is no one like you.

All her life, she is told that birthmark words are words she’s supposed to hear from her soulmate. Something exclusive, grand, and romantic. Magical, in the way hearing classical music on a moonlit night is supposed to feel. Like you’re more than part of the universe, like you actually encompass the entity itself. All the stars, planets, suns, revolving infinitely around the earth.

Or, at least that’s what romance novels say.

But here’s the thing: the sentence on her skin is nothing extraordinary. It could come from anyone, anytime. Some people, she’s heard, have beautiful words, and there are Lara Jean’s, as plain as they come. There is no one like you. Fate’s way of handing out poetic irony right there.

Margot won’t tell her what her sentence is. The response is always the same: “just flowery nonsense”, each and every time.

Lara Jean’s kind of jealous, really.

But not everyone has words. There are those with images, too. Almost the same as tattoos, but ultimately with more meaningful permanence. Delicate roses done in pale pink filigree, to name a few. The unfurled wings of a raven, spread out in midnight-blue ink. Sea shells on a tangle of anemones, pearl-white and ornate.

They beat what she has, any day.

Admittedly, it’s a pretty vain wish, to have stars instead of an unkempt scrawl. But that’s precisely the point: if she’s going to meet her soulmate, it might as well be a memorable affair. Not - whatever this is.

Oh, well. You can’t have everything in life.

✧･ﾟ: *

She thinks it’s Josh for a good two weeks.

It starts when she falls off her bike one day. They’re riding around the neighbourhood, the warm afternoon light luminous against their skin, their backs, when Lara Jean comes across a rock and skids to the side. She isn’t wearing any kind of protective gear, so that earns her a few scrapes.

The sight of the gashes gets Josh into the Worried Mode immediately. That sort of state is usually reserved for Margot - Margot being Margot and all - but Josh can be just as bad, sometimes. So there they are, crouched on the sidewalk, Josh carefully examining the afflicted areas, Lara Jean sticking her tongue out all the while.

“Hey, I’m fine. Promise,” she insists, pushing away at his hand because it’s the truth.

Josh raises an eyebrow. There’s an amused twinkle in his eyes that makes her breath catch for the briefest millisecond. Or two. “Uh, hello. You can’t ride in your condition,” he says. “What if you like accidentally trip again? Or something? Margot would kill me.”

“Nice to know that your own welfare is all that you care about.” Lara Jean snorts. Then, she moves to get to her feet, but the effort makes her wince, and it isn’t lost on Josh.

So before Josh can speak up, Lara Jean is hopping onto her bike again and racing down the sidewalk. It is quick to become a game, the two of them speeding along the streets, the balmy summer hair whipping through their hair.

They stop once they reach the front of Lara Jean’s house, and Josh practically throws himself onto the grass.

“Seriously?” she says, poking at his leg with a foot. “C’mon, lazy bones. We still have that tree-climbing to do.”

Josh rolls onto his side. He curls into himself, pretending to sleep. “Get yourself patched up first.”

“That can wait.” Lara Jean lets out a laugh. And then, she stretches out a hand. “Josh. Please. Get up.”

For a moment, it looks as if he isn’t about to listen to her, but then his fingers wrap around her own wrist, his lips quirked up into a smile. And for some reason Lara Jean’s heart, that - that traitor, starts stuttering at this, Josh’s hand now slipping into her own, his mouth curled in a crescent moon shape, his voice honey-sweet in her ears.

“There is no one like you, is there, Lara Jean?” he says, and maybe he means it to come off as teasing, but it isn’t, not really.

Those six words, six syllables, and still the world turns. Staying firmly in its tracks.

The now dying light haloes the brown of Josh’s hair, illuminating the lighter hues, like the golden threads of a tapestry. It’s you, Lara Jean thinks dimly. Definitely you. But it does not feel like it is.

(He is not, Lara Jean realizes not long after. When she discovers the mark on his skin does not match hers in the slightest. Not a sentence, but an image. A whorl of powder-blue, twined along the slender arch of his collarbone.

✧･ﾟ: *

There’s Kenny from camp. John Ambrose from Model UN. But it is neither of them, like Josh.

Kenny, she finds out the hard way, after he says the words on her wrist without knowing of their existence. And it’s funny, how a sentence that once meant so much could turn out insignificant in the end.

“You know, Lara Jean, I actually know who my soulmate is,” Kenny says to her as they’re swinging their legs over a ledge, unaware that her heart is sinking, sinking, sinking. “It’s this girl back at home. She’s really pretty, you know. Brown hair, green eyes. Freckles all over her face. I think I’m in love with her. And I think she loves me, too.” He says this so seriously, so solemnly, Lara Jean forgets her disappointment and hopes it’s true, for both their sakes.

When you’re eleven, you don’t really know what love is. Not the kind where your family or friends are involved, but the kind that makes your heart race, palms sweat, knees buckle. Lara Jean would know; she got over Josh point five seconds after the crushing realization. So, Lara Jean and Kenny? Not meant to be?

Cool.

Camp is the last time Lara Jean sees Kenny, anyway. Cutting a languid, loose-limbed figure against the noonday sun, tanned from exposure.

✧･ﾟ: *

John Ambrose is a little more complicated. They get to know each other well during the MUN meetings, and Lara Jean ends up liking him so much it’s harder to accept the reality.

Smart, handsome, soft-spoken John Ambrose, with those bright blue eyes of his that remind her of oceans where they’re at their deepest. Rich sapphire. Deep, deep blue.

For a while, she is sure that John Ambrose likes her back. That maybe, just maybe, he is the one meant for her. So when a stroke of fortune gets him to utter the cursed words, during a conversation about political warfare, she’s touched that he seems to mean it, that he truly thinks she is clever and capable and bright, but there’s something missing from the picture, one that she cannot name for the life of her.

Sure, John Ambrose does like her. In the way she has been hoping for.

It is not a dream come true, however. Whatever they have between them ends where it starts - never mutually acknowledged - because, number one, they’re kids, and, number two, she figures out it’s not John Ambrose her heart has been searching for.

When John Ambrose moves to a new school by the end of the year, that’s quick to become history, and strangely enough Lara Jean feels an odd sense of closure.

✧･ﾟ: *

Seventh grade comes along and brings with it Peter Kavinsky.

This one is easy: the only real event that comes up between them is a single kiss during a game of Spin the Bottle. That’s pretty much it. Plus, there’s the matter of Gen being crazy wild for him, convinced they’re meant to be together, forever and ever, so ....

Good for Gen. Whatever.

Still it does not stop Peter from stealing looks at her on occasion. And she notices this, alright. Hard not to.

✧･ﾟ: *

Lucas James happens before Lara Jean has the sense to finally draw the line somewhere.

She’s not sure how it begins. Her, eyeing Lucas James from afar, pulse racing, cheeks warming. Maybe it was the smile. Or that amazing sense of humour. But it was the dance, really, that sealed the deal, the two of them swaying under the blue-purple lights, rendered aglow. Him whispering the words so many before him had once told her.

However, they don’t last long, her feelings for him. It is the start of something new, until one day it isn’t: “Hey, Lara Jean, I think - I think I’m into guys.”

That day, Lara Jean looks him in the eye. And gives him a big smile.

It may not have worked out, but at least she found a friend.

Five boys later, and clearly the soulmate search isn’t really working out.

Perhaps it’s time to set it aside. For now, at least.

✧･ﾟ: *

Eleventh grade arrives, and by that point Lara Jean isn’t really looking for a somebody, anymore. It gets pushed to the sidelines, wondering about her soulmate, because there are better goals to have at the present moment than trying to find the One. She’s got years ahead of her. A lifetime, to be exact. And if that still isn’t enough, then that’s that, she supposes.

If it isn’t meant to be, then it isn’t meant to be. No use trying to wish the unachievable into existence.

And then Kavinsky happens - again.

Peter Kavinsky. Kavinsky, with that lazy, crooked smirk, and those piercing dark eyes that have always seemed to smolder with all types of belly-burning promises. And Lara Jean has seen them in action - the effect potent up-close and just as strong even from afar.

A butterfly’s touch to the wrist turned searing by the low burn of that steady gaze.

Lara Jean should be immune to this. This being boys like him, too cheeky, too charming for their own good - nothing but trouble.

And she is, so to speak. Immune.

She’s seen him in classrooms, hallways, and parking lots. With his arm slung over a pretty girl’s shoulders. His laugh infectious when he leans down to whisper into her ear. His smile loose and coy. Incandescent at the seams. This part is where the appeal’s lost on her, even though yeah, he is hot.

No, that’s not it. Because what Lara Jean has always been drawn to is that Peter, for all that boys like him should stand for (as dictated by those silly ninety-nine cent finds at discount bookstores), is actually really, really nice. Like, he’s been this way since middle school, and maybe Lara Jean’s being judgemental, but she’d been at least thirty percent sure that he’d change, transform into someone annoying and pseudo-debonair. Typical jock attitude.

It’s nice that she got that assumption wrong.

So, back to the topic of soulmates. And how Kavinsky fits in.

It’s stupid, thinking about those things on the same page, much less the same line. It’s Kavinsky’s fault, honestly, that he had to choose sitting right next to her - out of all people - in Lit class, and then proceeding to give her that annoyingly gorgeous Peter Kavinsky grin.

While saying, in his most serene voice, “Looks like we’re stuck together, Lara Jean. We’re officially partners-in-crime now, right?”

There was a cough in the background - Gen’s irritation, at the sight of them side by side - and then Lara Jean’s small smile directed towards him, amused.

That’s how it started. Lara Jean falling against her better wishes.

And the dangerous part is, there now seems to be no end in sight.

✧･ﾟ: *

It takes Peter Kavinsky driving her to school, swapping silly notes and hanging out at cafes with her, to get her to arrive at a realization.

That he feels so, so different from the others. Josh, Kenny, John Ambrose, and Lucas James, that it honestly kind of startles her in its novelty. The slow and tender way he’s steadily infiltrating her thoughts and the spaces in between. The limbo between rest and wakefulness, and that dream-state of barely-there consciousness.

Peter’s just a hard-to-forget afterthought in her reality, solid only when he’s around in her presence, until one day he isn’t, slowly easing himself into a position of significance in her life, no longer white noise.

He is there at school, and now in her dreams as well. Boy running. Boy chasing. Always, always after her, through dew-soaked meadows of green gilded by sunrise.

✧･ﾟ: *

“Lara Jean,” Peter says with a grin, settling down onto the spot next to her and then knocking their knees together.

“I’m waiting for Chris,” Lara Jean says, putting aside her book.

His mouth curls in amused suspicion. “No, you’re not.”

A sigh. “No, I’m not.” She looks into his eyes, and there are lights flickering in them from the lamps lining the street, and she thinks she can hear her heartbeat, there behind her ribcage. “Don’t you have someone else to annoy, Peter? Why always me?”

“That’s because there is no one like you, Covey,” Peter says, and the mark on her wrist burns, but Lara Jean just looks away.

✧･ﾟ: *

At school, they tell you how stars are born, the ones high up in space. The process takes place inside molecular clouds called nebulae, where dense regions start forming, and then collapsing under their own gravitational force. Once that happens, a real star is born after the resulting protostar at the centre undergoes fusion.

That’s the simplified step-by-step. Minus the technicalities.

It’s hard to explain Lara Jean’s reasoning, why she thinks that might be how love develops, too. But she’s always had a thing for reconciling completely unrelated topics with each other; that’s the beauty of metaphor. It doesn’t have to make sense, so long as it moves you.

So picture this: a nebula. A cloud of dust and gas. Confusion. Feelings. All sorts of happy but irritating things.

And then next, gravity compressing the cloud. There’s pressure building, and the temperature going up.

The centre gets hotter and hotter, and then a fusion reaction takes place. And there you have it: a star. Love burning, burning, burning.

✧･ﾟ: *

Lara Jean takes to distancing herself, but it’s hard, because it’s Peter, and giving in is so much easier, so she stops, and just goes along with it, lets herself think about Peter in all the ways she’s wanted to.

Holding his hand. Looking into his eyes. Pressing her palm to his heart.

Peter saying, “Lara Jean,” when he means something else, and Lara Jean saying, “Peter,” when she means, “I feel the same way.”

And then there comes a time when Peter tells her he’s known who his soulmate is for a while now, and Lara Jean’s heart sinks because she thought he was genuinely hers, but she doesn’t let her disappointment show; she only smiles and says, “Good for you.”

“Don’t you want to guess?” Peter says, and Lara Jean shakes her head, trying for another smile.

“No, not really.”

✧･ﾟ: *

She finds out that Kitty has been keeping Peter’s notes, and she’s only annoyed for a moment, until she goes through some of the papers herself.

You looked so pretty today, Lara Jean. Math class, fifth period.

Did you know that you have hair the colour of midnight. Seriously. I’m not saying this only to be poetic. World History, third period.

And then, There is no one like you, Lara Jean Song-Covey -

Wait. Wait.

Lara Jean pauses. Scrunches her eyebrows. Then she pulls down her bracelet, compares the note’s handwriting to the one etched on her wrist.

Same letters. Same scrawl. A hundred percent match.

A small smile blossoms on her face.

✧･ﾟ: *

They meet up after school, when the sky is a thousand different shades of languid rose-gold. Peter is waiting for her on the bleachers, hair windswept, mouth pulled up in a large grin, and there’s Lara Jean moving next to him, her heart refusing to settle, still.

“I got your note,” Peter says, and Lara Jean feels full of this: the timbre of his voice, the deep amber flecks in his eyes, the soft, gentle glow of sunlight against his hair.

He shows her his wrist, and there it is: I know it’s you, Peter Kavinsky, done in the soulmate mark equivalent of glittering blue gel pen.

Wait. “But - but I gave you that note two hours ago,” Lara Jean says. “How did you know it was me before then? Like, you told me way back when that you already had an idea.”

“I think I dreamt you,” Peter says, and when Lara Jean laughs, tells him to be serious, he just says, “Honestly, I did. Like, I think that my heart’s internal compass was just pointing at you this whole time. That, and I really wanted it to be the case.”

“You … did?” Lara Jean’s breath hitches. Halts entirely.

The fading sun turns his skin luminous and orange-warm, and when Peter whispers, “I’ll never not choose you, Lara Jean,” before leaning down to kiss her, nothing magical happens, and even though it isn’t like what the movies say, it’s even better because it’s real, all of it.

Peter’s mouth against hers, her hand pressed flush against his chest, and the unspoken I’m falling for you in between.

The world is already painted in the colours of a sunset when Peter reaches up to cup her jaw and kiss her more deeply, so really, that’s all the magic that she needs.

#hmm so this happened #upon rereading this i guess im okay with how it turned out #oh well #:c #my writing #tatbilb

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