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bowandcurtsey · 2 years ago

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Hi, hi, hiiii! I’m here to send a request for your event :D

Can you maybe do a High School AU with Nozel who happens to be y/n’s academic rival? I’m a big fan of Enemies to Lovers so the trope got to be that one �� ᵕ ᵔ Thank youuuu

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i shoot u >:(

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with love tho-

{Aine's 1700 Event}

Omg you cutie. I love all the emoticons hahaha!! Come here lemme gib you kithhhh ♡

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Edit: @wifeoflangrisvaude I thought I should tag you here as well since this request is from you too <3

And we have another same request hehe ♡ are you two like twinnys or something hehe the exact same troupe too.

And omg A YEAR (づ￣ ³￣)づ come here let Aine gib you Kith too. ♡♡ Thank you for the lovely wishes and I hope you continue making people's day with my work ♡

This request is.... So classic. *chef kiss* I love good ol classics ♡ I'll go with high school AU instead of college because of the plot I have in mind. ^3^

AU: High School Characters: Nozel Silva x F! reader TW: slight angst, unchecked, vulgarities. This is long ass for Aine's standards. It should be divided into chapters but I'm lazy so..

*SLAM*

You closed your locker door after getting your books for the next lesson. The hallway went silent.

Opps. Did I slam it too hard?

You turned around to look at everyone's reaction, hoping to not get the weird looks.

But you met eye to eye with Nozel Silva. His face seemed to forever be in a scowl but the girls were all squealing over him. You'll never know what they see in him.

Nozel's eye darted away from you like you were some sort of diseases that made his eye hurt. And you simply rolled your eye.

"Acting all high and mighty just cause he's rich and studies well, lmao" you said sarcastically as you leaned against your locker and crossed your arm.

Nozel's eyebrows twitched a little as he heard your comment. He turned his head back a little to glare at you, both of you scowling at each other.

Your bestie, Vanessa pulled you away, whisper-shouting at you, "let's just go, y/n!"

Both Nozel and you didn't start off this way. You both never bothered about each other's existence at the start of the year, but because both you and Nozel were the top student of the cohort, you were always 'fighting' over the first position.

There can only be one number 1 and that person will get the scholarship to get in Clover College, the prestigious college of your area.

Whenever you took the top in the test, Nozel would give a frown like someone owed him money. He was also always acting cool and confident, like money could resolve all his problems. Well, it could really resolve 99% of your problems but.. you just didn't like his stuck up behaviour AND you really needed the scholarship so you both became "rivals" somehow.

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"I dont understand why does he need to vie for this position with me? He's bloody rich so he doesn't need the scholarship to get in??" You stretched yourself to get ready for PE class later than evening.

"Well, it's like an honourable thing for the family name," Nebra sat beside you and sighed, "he's pushing himself a lot, that brother of mine, but he really doesn't mean any harm. We get it from him sometimes too."

In Silver Eagles High School, certain lessons were mixed between the different levels, example cooking, PE or art lessons, so you got to be in the same class as Nebra, Nozel's younger sister. Somehow, you both got along despite you and her brother's rivalry.

"Well, if he treats you guys this way as well then it's not about the family name" you lifted your hand in an inverted coma, "it's just his ego?"

Nebra giggled, "oh y/n, you're the only girl I've seen that talks about my brother this way."

Nebra liked you. You were real and down to earth and you really worked hard for everything that you got. And you were the only one that doesn't squeal over her brother.

Most girls that liked Nozel were only because they liked his looks or his money. But thankfully, Nozel doesn't give them more than a second glance because he was very focused on his academics and his sport, archery.

He was also the teacher's favourite because he's smart and responsible and always brought back Medals in Archery. He was indeed the Model student.

But you were not bad yourself, you always excelled in academics and you were on the school's volleyball team with Nebra and Vanessa, except that it was a team sport so you were not as recognised as Nozel.

Nebra often thought that you and her brother would be a lovely match if it weren't for the both of you fighting over the top position. Well, one can only imagine, Nebra thought to herself.

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"oi, y/n~" Josh came to your desk, "could you like, teach me how to do homework?"

"How do I teach you if you don't even come to class?" you gave him a stoic expression.

Josh was the school's hockey team MVP. He was great at his sports and was also another ladies' favourite but he always skipped class. He always used his Hockey trainings as an excuse like he was tired or injured etc and the teacher's had no choice. But his academic results were a disaster.

"Hey now, give me a break will ya, training has been killing me, at least let me study your homework then?"

"You mean copy?" you raised a brow

"No~ don't say it like that.." Josh gave you a sheepish smile, "I thought a pretty face like you would be nice too"

"Give me a break, Josh" you rolled your eyes at him.

"being a brag just cause you're top in class?" Josh started to speak sarcastically and his friends sniggered.

You ignored him but he grabbed your bag, "eh eh pretty face, better not be too proud yeah? Sharing is caring"

You struggled against him, but he was huge and strong, so your efforts were futile.

A hand smacked Josh's arm, causing the Hockey player to let go of his grip on you.

"What a disgrace, bullying a girl." Nozel gave Josh a look of disgust as he walked past towards his desk.

"it's none of your business rich boy," Josh glared at him, the other boys squaring Nozel up, but Nozel had his Lackeys back him up too. (well, cause he's rich yknow) Both staring down each other.

"It's none of my business but I'm trying to study here and you're bothering me."

Josh knew that he could not offend Nozel. The Silvas were very authoritative and had great influence in the country. Once, someone tried to beat Nozel up in Middle school, but not only did Nozel know self defence, that guy got expelled and hearsay that no school in the country accepted him after.

Josh stomped off in a huff, "I'll remember this Silva. You better watch out y/n."

"What a waste of my time," Nozel Muttered when he left.

You pursed your lips. You hated to owe him but you did. "Thanks."

Nozel took one glance at you and he went back to his desk, completing his homework.

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You sprained your ankle at volleyball training, you could barely walk, so Nebra offered to give you a ride home after training, since she had a chauffeur come get her.

But as the door opened, Nozel was seated inside. You both stared at each other, the tension rising again.

"Are we some kind of hitch service now?" Nozel spoke coldly.

"It's fine, Nebra, I can just-"

Before you could finish, Nebra held your hand and sat into the car.

"She's injured, brother, anyway her house is on the way, move over a little." Nebra nudged her brother into the car so you had space to sit in the Bently too. Well it was spacious so there was more than enough space.

Nozel let out a small "tsk" but he remained silent as he leaned back and closed his eyes, tired from a day of archery training.

You and Nebra ignored Nozel and made small little chats about the day as you guided the driver to your home. Soon enough, you reached your place.

"Your house looks cute and cozy just from the outside, y/n!" Nebra looked at your little home.

"Come by one day, my mom is a pretty good baker," you beamed at her and thanked her and the chauffeur for sending you back.

"You friend has good manners, young lady Nebra." The chauffeur commented, which Nebra agreed.

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You were late for school the next day. You had trouble sleeping at night because of the pain in your foot and you didn't have time to see a proper doctor yet, so you put on a guard and waddled as fast as you can to school.

The lecture already started when you arrived, and you mumbled a "sorry" to your lecturer. There was not much seats left and you just scrambled into the nearest available seat.

You already felt a cold vibe coming from beside you and you glanced to your side, mentally cursing yourself for choosing such a seat. A seat beside Nozel Silva.

fuck it, you thought to yourself and quickly took out your notes and tried to figure out where the lecturer was at.

You flipped back on forth, until a page was shoved beside you, showing you the slide the class was at at that moment.

You looked up at Nozel, his eyes was focused on the lecture in front. You've never been this close to him before, and you noticed his lavender eyes, a hint softer than Nebra's and you thought that they were really pretty. Even prettier than Nebra's, you would say.

You shook off your weird thoughts and whispered "thank you" to him. To which he just nodded.

The bell rang, signifying the lunch break and everyone quickly packed and scooted out of the lecture hall.

Because you had some things to catch up on from missing 30 mins of class, you were still scribbling in your notes. You tried to quickly pack up so you could head to the front to ask the lecturer about some questions you had, but someone knocked into you, spilling the contents of your bag onto the floor.

Said person ran out of the hall, mumbling a "sorry", leaving you picking up everything amongst the crazy stampede of humans leaving the room.

Someone bent down, helping you to pick up your notes and stuff. You looked up, about to thank the person and it was Nozel Silva. You were so surprised and shocked when he handed you your file with all the notes inside picked up and slotted nicely.

Now you were looking at him close up, face to face. His face was flawless. What does this guy eat? His features were pretty nice, he had a pointed nose and chiseled jaw line, you kinda understand why many girls fell for his looks.

"T-thank you," you stuttered upon realising you might have been looking at him a little too long. You took your things and turn to head towards the lecturer, but he was long gone.

You let out a sigh. What a morning.

Nozel handed you something. It was his notes from today's lecture, "pass it to Nebra when you're done." and he walked off without another word.

You swore your heart did a little skip at that moment and your perspective of him started to change a little.

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"Tell Nozel Thank you for me," you returned the notes to Nebra at the next training. You passed some muffins to her as well. "From my mom, for you guys for sending me home and helping me out!"

"I can't believe my brother lent you his notes" Nebra wriggled her brows at you.

"Well, maybe he knew why I was late, since you guys sent me home the other day and he decided to show some mercy." you laughed.

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The next day, you were walking to class with Vanessa and you saw Nozel from afar, coming towards your direction, your heart thumped a little faster thinking about what you were going to say to him.

Should I say hello, or ask about the muffins, or thank him again for his notes.

"Nebra is sick from eating your stupid muffins." he glared at you, "what did you put in them?"

You were flabbergasted and was totally caught off guard.

"What?" you managed to squeak out.

"Tsk, can't talk now?" he was more annoyed now.

"I-is she ok??"

"The doctors came to look at her this morning and gave her some painkillers, she was vomiting the entire night."

"Is everyone else okay?"

"Only she ate your muffins. Thank god I didn't eat that cheap thing." he shook his head.

"Hey, don't be rude, Nozel, obviously y/n didn't mean it??" Vanessa stepped in front of you.

Your chest was in pain. It felt like a dagger was being stabbed straight into your heart multiple times. He didn't even try the muffins, he thought it was cheap and Nebra was sick.

You didn't know how to feel. You felt genuinely bad and worried for your friend and you were hurt that the muffins you helped your mom made were being insulted this way.

For the past week, you really thought differently of Nozel. You thought that he wasn't that bad of a person and you were excited to see him again.

You didn't even realise you were crying until your vision turned blur.

"I'm s-sorry." you lowered your head and looked at your feet, not wanting him to see your tears fall.

But he did. He was dumbfounded and panic stricken when he saw the tears form in your eyes. He didn't mean to make you cry... He pursed his lips, unsure of what to say now. He mentally chided himself for using such harsh words towards you.

He was just mad and worried about Nebra and the year end exams were coming up, she couldn't afford to miss any classes.

"you happy now, Nozel?" Vanessa held you and chided Nozel, "do you rich people have no manners?"

Instead of apologising like he should, he coward away, turning his heels and walking off.

When he turned his back on you and left, your heart shattered.

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For the next few weeks, you always avoided Nozel and you didn't even look him in the eye. Although Nebra was already better, but you didn't know how to face Nozel after what he said.

You really thought that he was a good guy afterall, only to be proven otherwise when he insulted you and your mom's muffins. But you couldn't really argue much, since it was a fact that Nebra did get a tummy upset after eating your muffins. You could only feel dejection and disappointment.

The finals were around the corner and everyone was more focused on school. You worked your ass off, studying day and night endlessly, hoping to get that scholarship and getting into clover college.

Nozel sees you in school very often. Since the both of you were the top students, you both hung around school to study very often. There were many times where there was not much people in school anymore and both bumped into each other.

There was always a tension and awkwardness in the air. Nozel didn't know what to say; he regretted the words the moment it came out from his mouth.

Truth to be told, he admired your spirit. Not many people could be this determined and disciplined. You were always kind to teach your other friends patiently while he would always lose his patience.

You were popular amongst your friends, but he knew that many around him were just interested in his wealth. He lowkey wanted to be friends with you but he didn't knew how to ask. And ever since that incident, you wouldn't even give him so much as a glance. And it actually broke his heart a little.

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"Nozel,"Solid, Nozel's younger brother, came to him one day, "I've got news you might want to hear about."

"What?" Nozel was still deeply concentrated on his work in front of him, he was studying like a machine these days, pushing himself for the final lap.

"One of Josh's lackeys fell out with him,"

"I'm not interested."

"that's not the point-"

"then get to the point." Nozel cut him off.

"I'm getting to it! Anyway he told someone that he put something in y/n's muffins."

Upon hearing your name, his ears perked up and started listening to the conversation. "what muffins?" he pretended to not remember, but he knew exactly what his brother was talking about.

"The one y/n gave to Nebra! Josh wanted payback for the other day when you embarrassed him. He thought you were gonna eat them, but he put some constipation meds in there.."

Nozel stared a hole in the younger Silva, "evidence?"

"Well it was awhile ago so we can only take his word for it. So technically we can't really report him or shit." he shrugged, "I just thought you wanted to know, since you scolded y/n about it..."

Solid zipped up his lips when he saw the tone in Nozel's face change. If looks could kill, he felt that he would have been murdered by Nozel.

Nozel Silva seldom felt regret. But now he was haunted by it. He already felt bad for his harsh use of words and now he felt like he was being kicked in the gut a thousand times.

He never thought of himself as dumb until today. He wanted to apologise to you but he had no idea how to.

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"Nebra," Nozel came to his sister's room that very day and told her everything that happened.

"I can't believe you said that to y/n!" Nebra gave her brother a look of disgust.

"she didn't tell you?"

"no? she only said that she heard I had a tummy upset and she felt bad and apologised to me."

Nozel felt more pangs of regret hitting his chest. It really felt like getting smacked in the head with a frying pan. You're really an angel through and through.

"I'll apologise. Let me know what she likes."

"Yeah brother, you deal with y/n and your studies and I'll deal with that Josh guy... How dare he do that.." Solid cracked his fingers.

"I'll help you!" Nebra nodded at her brother.

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A cake box with a beautiful red ribbon was placed on your desk the next day. You looked up at the gifter. It was Nozel. His face was slightly awkward and his ear tips were red.

"s-sorry about the other day" the Silva coughed out.

Your heart thumped in your chest, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Even though you told yourself you were mad at him, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies at this moment.

"It wasn't your muffins, it was Josh." Nozel told you everything that Solid told him.

"I can't believe that idiot!!" you furrowed your brows, "how can he do such a thing!"

"we'll deal with him. don't worry." Nozel nodded to you and your heart skipped a beat. He was so suave and cool, you felt your face reddening and you had to purse your lips to not smile.

"h-how?"

"Nothing a little money cannot solve.."

"geez, you rich people... I can never understand.." you gave a little laugh, to Nozel's surprise. It was the first time in 3 years you laughed in front of him. And you looked kinda... cute.

*cough cough* Nozel tried to cough away his oncoming blush and he quickly excused himself.

You opened up the cake box and noticed a little card inside.

y/n: sorry for using those harsh words at you. They don't hold any meaning or malice. My apologies for wronging you and your muffins. All the best for the finals and have ample rest and water. Nozel.

You couldn't help but smile gleefully at the beautifully handwritten card. Even his handwriting was graceful and neat. What else can this Nozel not do?

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It was getting late on a school day and it was just one week to the finals. You were studying alone in the library, your study buddies already calling it a day.

"Still not done for the day?"

You looked up. Nozel took a seat beside you.

"Just finishing up the l last few chapters, you?" you gave him a shy smile, ever since that day, you both would smile at each other or give little nods when you saw each other.

Some days you both could sit beside one another in lectures or class. The people around you were shocked.

"I'm done actually, but I can wait for you. It's getting late and there's no one here."

"Oh no it's fine-" you tried to wave him off but he was already opening one of his notes.

You threw in the towel at 9pm.

"I'll send you back, it's on the way." Nozel insisted. His chauffeur was already waiting at the school gates with their Bently. "You can rest abit in the car. It's what I usually do."

You wanted to protest but you were extremely exhausted from a full day of studying. So you hopped onto the Bently.

"All the best for the finals, y/n." Nozel gave you a smile. He looked really handsome even under the dim lights of the car.

"you should smile more," you blurted out.

You both stared at each other wide eyed, the heat in the car rising.

"T-thanks for the trip back!!" you quickly got out of the car.

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You got finals done and dusted. You felt a huge rock thrown off your back. You were finally free! It was time to focus on the upcoming spring sports tournament.

You focused on your volleyball and Nozel focused on his archery. You thought about him a lot actually. But since there was no more school, you saw him lesser.

Only during days where your practice was on the same day and you would bump into him or see him when he waited for Nebra.

Nozel too, wanted to talk to you. But he had no idea how to and your common topic was studying, which you no longer needed to do right now. He felt a little sad on some days and he found himself thinking about you a lot more.

He started to make excuses to come see Nebra at training, so he could steal a glimpse of you.

When you played volleyball, you looked so cool and sexy. He started to ask Nebra more about the sport, so he could understand you a little more.

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The results for the finals came out. Nozel took the top place and he got the scholarship. You couldn't help but feel disappointed but you were truly happy for Nozel. He had studied hard and he was really, really smart.

Well, now you had to go home and think of a way to raise the money to even pay for Clover College. Maybe you could take up a summer job or some sorts.. Or borrow money..

"y/n." a familiar voice was heard.

"Nozel, congrats!" you beamed at him.

"T-thanks." a small blush crept onto Nozel's cheeks. "I don't need the money from the scholarship."

"uh-huh. of course you don't-"

"I'll give you the money." Nozel said before you can finish whatever you wanted to say.

"Scholarships don't work this way, dummy," you giggled.

"I know, I already have the money for college. So since I'm getting in via scholarship, I'll give you the money. You deserve to be in Clover College and I'm 100% sure you'll get in."

"wha- why? You don't have to. I can't accept this."

"You don't have to accept but it'll be a pity to not be able to study in a good school because you don't have the funds."

"I- I can work part time and raise the money!"

"Take it as thanks for always taking care of Nebra. Or for wronging you about the muffins. Or that I'm sharing this scholarship with you. Or that I just want to continue to be in the same college as you and study alongside you." Nozel blurted out.

You stared at him, his face turning into a tomato after his confession. You mouth was agape and you had no idea what to say. You heart was going at a thousand miles an hour.

"Will you go out with me, y/n?" Nozel spoke softly, keeping it between the both of you. "I do think that I'm in love with you."

You finally understood what it felt like when they say your heart is melting. You felt like the luckiest girl at that moment. The Nozel Silva is in love with you?? The perfect, the 10/10, the guy that every girl wants to have but he doesn't even give them a second glance is now staring at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's seen.

You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, enveloping him in a hug. It never felt so right before, at that moment, both your arms wrapped around each other. Why didn't you both realise this before? That you were this perfect for each other?

"Yes, Nozel. I think I'm in love too." you said into the crook of his neck.

Thank god you were hugging him so you couldn't see him smiling goofily with his face all red. "I promise to take care of you, y/n."

SOME EXTRAS SINCE THERE'S TWO PERSON REQUESTING THIS:

College! Nozel Silva x F! reader HCS:

So you two are in the same school and you two are like super glued together. Besides playing your sports and being in different classes, you both were practically together all the time.

People thought that you would get tired eventually, but no. Power couple Nozel & y/n is strong.

Boy always waits for you to end your trainings and he carries your bags for you.

You both go to each other's games. First thing after every game is a kiss.

He's still Mr Perfect but he's not so high and mighty with you by his side. You're teaching him to be humble.

He spoils you rotten. Hey, he's rich so..

Mama Acier loves you! You stay over at their place so often and mama Acier spoils you rotten too. Nebra is over the moon about you being her brother's girlfriend and she thinks nobody else is more suited.

He gets grumpy when you go work at your part time job. You insist on paying him whatever you can for his money for college. But he takes the money and buys you gifts or bring you to eat instead.

Whenever you both argued he would still send you good morning and good night text messages. Even if you ignored him, he'll still text you about his day and stuff.

If you ignored him for too long, prepared for the bently to pull up to where ever you are and you'll be pulled in.

Whenever you both are at the movies it turns out into a make out session. Sometimes you miss the movie so he buys another round of tickets again.

He proposed to you on the day of your graduation.

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miss-bvnny · 3 years ago

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Yet another fan tweaks up TLK 2 and TLG: The Squeakel.

Im bored and in a lil pain. time to jot down all my personal ideas/headcanons for how I'd polish up TLK 2 and TLG to fit with the first movie a bit better, and create something more cohesive since like only about 3 people on the TLK2 and TLG teams paid attention to the first movie. I've seen a lot of hedcanons and AUS and whatnot in my day so I've kinda got a good idea of what i like and what I think might work better. Veteran TLK creators please interact with me and gib feedeback on my sick tricks

Uhhh TW for abuse and cub death

So...while there's TECHNICALLY nothing I'd change about the first movie, as it's pretty much done and solid, I wanted to play with my ideas for Zira's backstory.

YES in my version it'd be a one-sided love, kinda like how DemiiDee on dA and Silver-Wolf-17/@mask-of-prime see it, Scar knew she was obsessed with him since the day she met him as a cub, and took advantage of that. After he became king, he wanted loyal lionesses just in case Sarabi, Nala, Sarafina and the others got wise and rebelled. Zira and her pride sisters were all starving, and he knew that. He welcomed them in, promising food and comfort in return for their loyalty. Zira didn't hesitate to agree, and Scar loved her blind adoration of him. He WOULD have liked it if someone like Sarafina was so blindly in love with him (Scar had a gross unrequited obsessive crush on Sarafina growing up, and he constantly held it against her after she chose to be with Nala's father Mega instead. This is another reason why he was so hard on the hunting parties. He used his position as king to get petty revenge on childhood bullies and the like). Scar decided Zira would be his queen but like...ONLY because Sarafina had already made her choice. Zira didn't care, and knew she'd make Scar proud and produce a lot of wonderful heirs for him, in order to repay him for ''all he'd done for her'' (A very thin and insincere ''all'' if you ask me). So, Zira gets pregnant with who will eventually be Nuka, but...Rafiki takes a look at her and sees she's very weak and will probably only have one cub. Oh well. Let's just hope this one son is a suitable heir in Scar's eyes.

....Well-

Nuka's born. Weak, unfocused, and not at all what Scar wanted or was hoping for. He TRIES to teach Nuka and raise him as an Heir, but...it just doesn't work. Scar believes he was destined for greatness and for a prosperous, strong lineage. Nuka is none of those things, and it seems Zira will never be able to give him another heir (I KNOW the ''This woman can't have kids'' trope is icky but HOLD ON wait until you see where I'm going with this) Scar disowns Nuka and scolds Zira for disappointing him. Zira begs for his forgiveness, and swears on her life she'll find a way to make things worth Scar's while.

During this time, several of the male cubs who were born around the same time as Simba are being exiled. Scar doesn't want any males around to threaten overtaking him, and nips the problem in the bud before it ever becomes an issue. Many pride sister saw him doing this, and while they disagreed with it...it DID offer one bonus: Trustworthy males were leaving for better lands. They could take the new young cubs with them, since none of the sisters wanted their children to be raised in Scar's Pridelands.

Surprisingly, one of these lionesses trying to save her cubs...was Zira. Within the last few months, she'd...began to realize perhaps she was looking at Scar with rose-colored glasses. She was beginning to wonder if perhaps she was wrong to worship him the way she did. The thoughts were still kinda...new, and she wasn't sure what to do. But, during all her confusion, she DID happen to meet another male lion. Mpendwa, (Swahili for ''Honey'') was an old friend from her teenage years who was a wanderer by nature. Zira was VERY happy to see him again, after all these years. She met with him in secret, when Scar and the Hyenas weren't looking, and began to fall in love with him. REAL love. Mutual good love, where he loved her for who she was, and NOT what she could give him. Even Nuka seemed to like him, too! And...by some miracle, Zira and Mpendwa had a secret litter together! Four beautiful, healthy little cubs! It was perfect. SO perfect. Perhaps the problem had lain not in Zira, but in Scar the entire time. It served as more confirmation to Zira that...perhaps she was in the wrong to love him. Mpendwa asked her if she and their four cubs would come with him. Somewhere far and somewhere safe, where they could be happy together. Zira...was hesitant, afraid of disappointing Scar further, and even more afraid to leave her pride sisters behind. They were in this because of her, and...there were so many of them that it'd be impossible to get all of them out without Scar seeing something was up. Nevertheless, she knew she had to think about the future of her cubs, and NOT about Scar. She agreed, and plans were made for Zira and Nuka to meet Mpendwa at the border with her four cubs. In the dead of night, they'd leave using the rest of the evacuating males as a cover so they could make a clean getaway.

....Well...to make a very heartbreaking and gruesome story short...Scar knew about Mpendwa the entire time. And of course he saw Zira was pregnant. He overheard their plains to escape, and prepared accordingly. Mpendwa and three of Zira's cubs were killed as punishment for her disloyalty and attempt at mutiny. He lets her keep the youngest one alive as a reminder of her shortcomings, but ONLY if she'll swear her loyalty to him once more. With nothing else left to do, she swore her allegiance to him, and returned to the Pridelands with only Vitani and Nuka left of her family. In the coming days and months, Scar turns up the charm to further entice Zira, making sure she and Vitani are given the best of everything and taken care of, to ensure she feels terrible about what she did and she never acts out again. Sadly, it works, and Zira falls back in love with him, realizing SHE was the one in the wrong, and was an utter fool to betray Scar. Things are....steady for a while. Not bad, not good, but...steady for Zira and Scar. He of course ignores both cubs, and Zira has to reach out to him pleadingly if she wants to connect with him. Zira works as a willing mouthpiece to spout propaganda tot he rest of the pride, assuring then Scar is a GREAT king, their ONLY king, and that he will usher in a new golden age for them all. It pleases Scar and he is sure to...ever so slightly reciprocate his gratitude to her. If only to keep her totally convinced to stay with him. Zira can see he's...flaky and not too sure about her, and decides she MUST act fast to show him she is worthy.

She MUST somehow produce him a viable heir. And quickly. But with all the other males gone, there's not a whole lot of cubs being born. And her beloved Mpendwa is long dead. So...she has to figure something else out. One day, while hunting for Vitani and Nuka on her own, she runs across a skinny dark brown lone lioness taking a dead zebra somewhere. She tells Nuke and Vitani to wait, and begins to stalk this female, named Jibu (''Answer'') Jibu takes her kill to a secluded spot, and Zira notices she's having trouble catching her breath. It doesn't take Zira long to see...Jibu is pregnant. VERY pregnant, and close to giving birth. GIVING birth, actually! She's going into labor. Jibu cries out for mercy, knowing she is alone and there is no one around to help her. Zira, in a moment of maternal instinct and compassion, helps her. She, along with Nuka and Vitani, stay by Jubi's side as she gives birth to one little brown cub. Then, Zira gets...a really really REALLY terrible idea, just looking at the little cub. Calmly, she tells Vitani and Nuka that Jibu will need some water, and that they need to bring some back for her in some fresh moss. It's a big job, and the cubs are BOTH very willing to help. Vitani and Nuka leave on their big mission, and then Zira, Jibu, and the new cub are left alone.

Zira is quick about it. Merciful, even. By the time Nuka and Vitani get back, Jibu is dead. Zira sorrowfully tells the cubs that...the birthing process was simply too much for a weak and skinny loner like her, and that there was nothing at all that could have been done. Nuka asks what they're going to do with the cub, and Zira says she SUPPOSES they could take it back to the pride, as well as the zebra Jibu just killed. They return to the pridelands with food, and...Zira presents the cub to Scar. She tells him that his mother gave birth on the edge of the territory, before succumbing to her dehydration and fatigue. Scar looks the cub over, and is overjoyed. He declares THIS cub, this Kovu, WILL be his heir.

So, time passes, and before you know it, Simba returns. The TRUE Pridelanders rise up and reclaim their land. In the wake of his return, Zira's pride sisters see the error of their ways, and oppose the hyenas in battle. Scar is overthrown, and Simba takes his place as King. Zira is of course horrified, outraged, and...filled with a turmoil of emotions about it. Some part of her feels...free that Scar is gone, but the rest of her was so twisted by his words that she doesn't want to admit she's happy he's dead. She chokes those feelings down, trying to sit still and look pretty for Simba as he moves in. Nuka, Vitani, and little Kovu are doing well, and...as a mother that's all she should care about, really. But...deep down inside, there's a growing, growling, burning need for revenge in her soul.

As Kovu grows a little bigger and the pridelands heal more, Simba and Nala announce the birth of their OWN heir.....Kopa. Yep. Yes. That's right, I'm a Kopa theorist. Upsetting, I know. But like....it makes sense. Look at how overprotective and suffocating Simba was to Kiara in TLK 2. Almost like he'd dealt with tragedy in relation to a cub before, and vowed to never let it happen again. Huh. If YOU'RE reading this and you have no idea who Kopa is and the drama behind his very existence, first of all God I wish I was you, secondly, go here to learn what then entire TLK fandom is divided over:

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Kopa

Anyway, Kopa is begins to grow and learn as the next king of Pride Rock, good friends with Nuka and Vitani, and even their cute little brother Kovu. He's not...VERY old right now, but he'll grow and be able to play with them one day! Their mom, Zira, seems....a little upset about stuff. She always watches them from afar, never engages with the rest of the Pride, and doesn't seem to like Simba. Kopa, as a young kid determined to be a great king, takes a note to keep an eye on this. She might be really old, but she's part of his father's kingdom. Everyone else is happy and healthy, she should be too, right? Simba and Nala seem...worried about her as well. For different reasons, but yeah.

Ever the hunter and woman scorned, Zira has been...studying Kopa. He's young and naive, but...eager to learn and take over for his father. He's studious and intuitive, often finding trouble without meaning to, because he was trying to solve a problem or get involved in pride politics. Of course, all the other lions and creatures love him, and are eager to see him grow into a fine future king. There s NO doubt he's a jewel in his family's crown. But...he is still a cub. Zira remembers how devastated she was to lose Vitani's three siblings, and knows that Simba and Nala will be equally devastated if....something happens to Kopa. She knows exactly how she's going to avenge Scar now.

Simba and Nala were out on a little moonlight hunt together one night, like they enjoyed to do together. They were coming back to Pride Rock afterwards, only to hear a terrible commotion. Zazu rushed to meet them, telling of something terrible that had just happened: Zira tried to assassinate the young prince. Her pride sisters were now in arms against Sarabi and her pride sisters, trying to stop an attempted uprising. Simba and Nala quickly joined in to fight, Simba finding Zira with Kopa in her jaws. He stops her, and Timon and Pumbaa are quick to get Kopa to Rafiki for healing. Simba and Nala face off against Zira while she gives her side of the story. telling about how she's tired of being docile and pretending her heart isn't broken after Simba and Nala both took everything from her. Simba and Nala both see she's still...terribly twisted by Scar's words, trying to be patient but firm with her as they attempt to talk her down. She won't have it, and leaps at Simba, Nala gets involved, and they fight her off. Simba calls for her banishment, and she is thrown out of the Pridelands with the rest of her followers, and her three cubs.

During all of this, Rafiki is attending to Kopa and his injuries. They're...bad, but not fatal. With time, he'll be just fine. Zira left him blind in one eye, gave him a terribly ripped ear, nearly tore his tail off, and he's got a deep throat scar that will alter his voice quite a bit. With time he'll be alright physically, but...I'm not so sure about mentally. Kopa has...a LOT of PTSD over it. blaming himself for how he thought Zira was a friend he could help, wondering if he was stupid for never seeing her anger sooner. He begins to question his abilities as a future king. Yes, he's still young, and accidents happen, but...this event has left him a bit jaded all the same. Simba and Nala see it, and...want to do the best for their son. They can see the enthusiasm in his eyes to one day be king fading. It's devastating. And...while Simba isn't about to give up on him, he doesn't want to force Kopa into something he...clearly doesn't want to do anymore. On top of that...Simba fears Kopa may not be safe in the Pridelands anymore. Zira and her followers ARE in the Outlands, but...Zira is bold and full of hate. There's no telling what she could do next. After a lot of deliberation, meeting with Zazu, Nala, and Kopa...the king comes to a conclusion. He strips Kopa of his title as an heir, and sends him to live in the Oasis with Ma, Uncle Max, and the rest of Timon's family. He'll be safe and well-fed there, far away from Zira. It'll only be for a while, until the trouble with the outlanders settles down, and until Kopa is ready to return home. Kopa agrees to the idea whole-heartledy, and departs for the Oasis as soon as he's fit to travel. It's...painful and hard, but it's the best option for their son's mental health. Simba and Nala do visit often, and are glad to see it DOES seem to be working.

Okay. So Zira tried to kill Kopa in the name of Scar, got herself booted, and the origins of her three cubs have been dealt with. That's all the Zira/Scar and Kopa backstory stuff done and dealt with. I'm gonna cut it right here since this is gettin awful lengthy, and continue with TLK 2 and The Lion Guard in a part 2. Keep an eye out for that one.

#the lion king #the lion king 2 #neato after dark

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dwaynepride · 5 years ago

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the unfortunate case of nonchalance

PART III - WE CAN ESCAPE SOMETIME

summary: jethro gives the reader shooting lessons to avoid another incident in the saloon.

words: 3,163

warnings: female reader

tags: @fairytale07 @jrenn10 @f4nboi @purplestarsr5 @ladyzombiielove @littlemiss3ma @minikate--24-05 @consultingdoctorwholock @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy @ms-allenbrown @ikbenplant @dylpickles1267 @diaryofafan17 @specialagentlokitty @pageofultron @stanathanxoox @kittenlittle24

author’s note: part 3 of the cowboy!au series. this is a part of meg’s 11k challenge. the prompts are cowboy au and secret relationship trope.

part II | part IV

February 29th, 1889

I’ve spent the last week instructing the heiress on how to shoot. It seems as if she’s never held a gun in her entire life, which I’m not too surprised about. It took a whole day to teach her how to hold my revolver properly. Another day to get her to shoot without letting it fly out of her hands.

But I think she’s getting the hang of it. Not too bad, but not too good. Hasn’t been able to hit three bottles in a row, yet. But she’s getting there.

She’s determined as hell, I will grant her that.

But even in my frequent absence, I’ve noticed Anthony’s change in behavior. It ain’t hard to miss. He’s quieter, somehow. Less annoying. And as much as I should be joyful over this change, it concerns me. Perhaps he’s only in a mood about my saying no to his foolish bank robbery plan.

Or I fear he may be up to not good. That’s nothing new, though.

I can’t sit around speculating. I have another target practice appointment to get to.

The wind carried the light scent of wildflowers. If one were quiet enough, they’d catch the faint chirping of songbirds in the trees. Jethro was pleased that, for all the civilization out here in the East, at least there were some silent spaces left. A peace he’s sorely missed.

And he regrets having to ruin such peacefulness.

Gunshots ring out into the air at random times, one after another. Sometimes accompanied by the sound of shattered glass - but most times not. Jethro watches with serious eyes and a furrowed brow as bullets are fired into the old wooden wall of the abandoned church. When one of the bullets hits a bottle, he gives a light nod.

But it doesn’t happen all too often.

He expects more shots to be fired, but instead hears you give a heavy huff and your arms fall to your sides. Jethro’s eyes shift to where you stand, and you’re just looking at him with an exasperated look. “Mr. Gibbs, I don’t believe I’m capable of being a gunslinger,” you tell him in a flat voice.

“You don’t gotta be a gunslinger, ma’am,” he replies. “You only gotta hit those bottles.”

You sigh again. Eye him with a disbelieving expression, but you turn back to the glass bottles. His old revolver is raised, you aim carefully, and fire.

No shattered glass follows the echo of the gunshot.

Jethro smirks when you stomp your foot in frustration, and he pushes himself off the tree he’s been leaning up against. “This is impossible, I tell you.” Jethro shakes his head at your words. “I believe I may be unteachable.”

“No one’s unteachable, ma’am.” Jethro stops behind you. His eyes run over your back and shoulders, and he quickly notices the likely reason for your missing the bottles. “You ain’t standing right,” he continues. Carefully, his hands come up to square your shoulders. As they slide down to straighten your back, Jethro’s careful to keep his touch light and gentle. Only the tips of his fingers touch your back, but he’s firm in his movements. And you give no objection.

“Make yourself solid. Unmovable when you pull that trigger,” Jethro instructs. His tone is low. Concentrated. Once your back is sufficiently straight and solid, he steps forward. His front almost pressed against your back in order for his hand to reach your arm. Jethro guides it to aim at the next bottle.

And he’s very aware that his heartbeat has gotten faster. Feeling like the tremble of horse hooves in his chest - he’s never gotten so close during any of the other lessons. And Jethro hadn’t planned on the close proximity - it just happened.

He feels you’re tense. And he’s unsure if it’s because of him or the shooting lesson.

You breathe in, and then exhale slowly. And this time, when you fire, it hits the bottle dead on. Tiny shards of glass explode off the church wall. You move the gun, focusing on the second bottle. And again, when you fire, it hits square in the center. Jethro sees your hands tighten around the handle - you’re getting nervous.

But he doesn’t speak. He lets you aim on the third bottle. A heartbeat goes by, and then a second. After the third, you fire again. And just like the others before, the bottle shatters with the impact of the bullet.

Three in a row.

Instantly, you let out an excited whoop. Bouncing up and twirling around to face Jethro with a large grin. And he can’t help but reflect the smile right back at you - what can he say, it was damn contagious. “I got it! I hit three in a row!” You exclaim.

And in the moment of pure excitement, your arms loop around his neck. Jethro can still hear your joyful laughter, but with you hugging him like so, he feels it, too. It shocks him. Surprises him thoroughly, but Jethro still wraps his arms around your middle and returns the hug. He was proud, truly. But he hadn’t expected to feel this sort of softness again.

Being held, gingerly, by someone he cares about.

Jethro’s the one who pulls out of the hug. His eyes are pointed down - not so much avoiding your gaze, but more hiding his own. Guilt pricks at him sharply; he can nearly feel your surprise that he broke the hug so quick. But he merely motions to the broken bottles. “Congratulations. May not be a gunslinger, but I’d be glad to ride with you anytime,” Jethro says lightly.

And when he finally glances up, you look pleased; wearing a proud smile on your face while examining the bottles you shot. “Perhaps I will, one day.”

You turn the revolver around in your hands for a moment. Jethro watches your fingers run over the cool metal slowly; almost a caress. So he’s surprised when you suddenly hold out the revolver to him, intending to give it back. But he shakes his head. “No, you keep it. For your own protection.”

You scoff at that, as if Jethro had told a joke. “Oh, my father would never allow me to have a gun,” you tell him, glancing back down to the revolver. “If he even knew you taught me to shoot, he’d be furious.”

“Well, a lady as pretty as yourself really should know how to protect herself.” At that, Jethro reaches out. His hand covers yours, and he gently pushes the revolver away from himself with a slight smirk. “Just keep it, and make sure he doesn’t find it.”

You’re reluctant, he can tell. But eventually, you give in and tuck the small gun into your waistband with a meek smile. It can’t really be seen, unless someone specifically searches for it. And already, Jethro feels much better that you’re walking around town with some sort of protection.

And then there’s silence - neither of you speaking up or knowing what to say next. This was usually the time when you part ways. Returning tomorrow for another lesson. That was the sole reason for their secret visits, and now that you know how to shoot, there’s no good reason to keep on. The celebration of hitting three bottles was bittersweet, in hindsight. Jethro’s boot kicks up some dirt, and he takes a breath to excuse himself. Perhaps for the last time.

But you’re quicker than him. Stepping closer, and when he glances up, your eyes are both excited and nervous. “I’ve been meaning to ask, Mr. Gibbs, but would you like to take a walk with me? There’s a spot by the river that’s my favorite, and I think you’d very much enjoy it.”

The question gives him pause. Jethro almost declines your offer because he knows what it sounds like and what it might mean and he’s not confident he can simply walk away if nothing comes out of it. Not confident that he can go back to camp without that mooning cloud over his head that Dr. Mallard would sniff out easily.

Because, try as he might to reject the notion, Jethro knows he’s grown a fond affection for the only kind aristocrat in this hellhole of a town.

He’s aware that you can do better than him. You can find a nice, rich man who would pay for your every wish and whim and the only thing Jethro can offer is a life of living in the dirt and blood. But as you stand there, watching him with those soft eyes, Jethro knows you’ll make a fool of him yet.

“Sure, alright.”

Your smile, even temporarily, relieves Jethro of his harsh thoughts. He smiles back, motions for you to take the lead, and then falls into step beside you away from the old church.

There’s silence, for a time. You both listening to the songbirds that have returned since the ruckus of gunfire. The breeze still smells of wildflowers, and ruffles your hair in a way that Jethro can’t look away from. And you catch him in his ogling, to which he quickly recovers from. “By the way, you don’t need to call me Mr. Gibbs,” he says lightly. “I gotta first name.”

“Well, Mr. Gibbs, you never told me your first name,” is your sarcastic response. “I was beginning to think your momma didn’t give you one.”

He huffs in laughter, head shaking. “It’s Jethro, ma’am. Most folk call me Jethro.”

“Most folk? So are there other folk who call you by a different name?”

“Only certain folk.”

You let out a slow, thoughtful hum, and Jethro can feel your eyes against the side of his face. Though, when he looks over, your light smile quickly starts to fade and your eyes flicker to the left side of his face. “How are your battle wounds holding up? I hope you haven’t been in too much pain, on my account,” you tell him.

But Jethro just shakes his head. “Ah, they stopped hurting long ago. ‘Round the time we started meeting up for target practice.”

The scoff you let out pulls a smirk to Jethro’s face - even if it did pull on his bruised cheek unpleasantly. “Mr. Gib- Jethro- that was only a day after the saloon fight,” you point out to him. And he reckons you were trying to trip him up.

So he only shrugs, and you say nothing.

Upon reaching the river, Jethro quickly decides you were right to love it. Green grass lining each side of the clear river. Colorful wildflowers seeming like freckles on fair skin with how they pop. And if Jethro cocks his head, he can spot a doe and her foal drinking from the river a little ways down. Even when the doe lifts her head and spots them, she doesn’t run off. It’s much too peaceful to feel any sort of danger.

Peaceful, and very beautiful. Much like you, in fact.

You pad up to the river’s side, wearing a smile as you look out on the water. “By the way,” you speak up, drawing Jethro’s attention over. “I never really understood why you were so adamant on teaching me to shoot. Any other gentleman would have just defended my honor and been on his way. But you? You’ve done much more than that.” Your voice is soft. So sweet.

It makes Jethro look out across the river again. Damn, he’d hoped you wouldn’t think too hard on his actions. Even worse that you’re questioning him, because Jethro himself had trouble understanding why he was drawn to teaching you.

But one thing was clear: the thought of you being in any sort of danger without him to protect you made him feel sick.

“I suppose I just didn’t want to see a lady be unable to keep herself safe.”

“Well, I doubt you tutor all unmarried women in the art of gunslinging,” you reply in amusement before lifting your eyes up to watch a butterfly as it flutters by. You’re being light-hearted; not pushing the subject much further than he wants to talk about.

And yet, Jethro can’t stop his thoughts from drifting. Drifting back to years prior, to what soured this cowboy life of his so irreparably. The heartache he felt akin to a stab in the chest. The waning sense of uselessness that turned him so hard and cold over the years.

But maybe not so cold anymore. Being here with you, by the river, warmed him more than the sun itself.

Jethro takes a breath, his cobalt eyes fixed on the slow-moving river. He wished moving on was as easy as water to the sea. “I had a wife, long ago.” Your head instantly snaps back to look at him, but he keeps his gaze steady. “Married young, and I loved her very much. But I wasn’t there to keep her safe, like I outta been.”

His words are short and straightforward. Jethro doesn’t watch your smile falter, nor the heartbreak clear in your gaze. He’d rather not see such a sorry sight, and prefers watching the fish swim by - somehow unable to hear his heart beating as hard as it was.

And....you’re still so quiet. Probably not knowing how to reply in the least, and Jethro scolds himself for dumping such a thing on you unprompted. It just came out so easy - he can’t really explain it. But then you move closer to him, just the tiniest step. And Jethro finds himself holding his breath. “I can’t pretend to know what you’ve been through,” you say softly. “I’ve never been married; though, if my father had it his way, I would marry his associate.”

A bit of humor edges on your tone - you’re trying to lighten his mood. But when Jethro looks over with a flat look hidden beneath the brim of his hat, you step closer. Reaching out and putting a hand on his arm, squeezing lightly. “But I think it’s very honorable to want to protect the people you care about. Or even just....silly girls who need an entire week to learn to shoot bottles,” you say with a smirk.

He mimics your smile, just slightly. But it emboldens you. Softly, your thumb rubs back and forth on his arm. “If I may ask, what was your wife’s name?”

Her name. It’s always been stuck in his throat, choking him for years. A slow death.

But now, it comes easy. “Shannon,” he says.

“A very beautiful name,” you lament. “I bet you miss her very much.”

“....I do.”

The yawning pit in his heart that Shannon’s death left behind, it’s always been so painful. Too agonizing to ignore and it just made him angry when he tried. And right now, the pit is still there. But it doesn’t hurt too bad - doesn’t turn him mad with grief. Jethro can breathe, at least. That’s gotta be something. And when he breathes, he smells those wildflowers.

He turns from the river to face you fully. “I have a confession to make, ma’am. And you gotta promise something.”

You’re curious, he can tell. That little light in your eyes has returned as you nod enthusiastically. “Anything, Mr. Gibbs,” you reply quickly.

“Promise you won’t run off and tell your little friends about it. I know you women love to gossip, but this is just between us.”

You snort, close to laughing but you nod anyway. “Cross my heart - no gossip.”

Jethro hesitates, despite the promise. Almost spills his heart to this woman who has somehow been able to hold the pieces of it in her delicate hands. He nearly makes a fool of himself again, but regains his willpower and offers a half-smirk. “Jethro’s actually my middle name,” he relents. “My first is Leroy. That is why I introduce myself as Jethro Gibbs.”

He watches your eyes widen, and then you’re laughing. Not the malicious type of laughter - your hand covers your mouth to silence the outburst, but Jethro finds himself chuckling, as well. The laughter persists, and then dies down, and he finds your eyes watching him with a warm softness. “Well, despite your grievances, I think it’s a handsome name. A handsome name for a handsome man.”

Jethro’s ready to shrug off the compliment. Tease you for even saying such a thing, but your hand is still on his arm. It squeezes, harder than last time, and Jethro knows that you’re foolishly serious. So he doesn’t lean in so much as he’s pulled in - the thought of kissing you does too much to him to ignore. When your hand comes up, he half-expects a slap to the face for being so bold.

But you just tip his hat up, curl your hand around the back of his neck, and pull him in the rest of the way.

Jethro hasn’t kissed another woman since Shannon. He thought it would hurt too much - he’d be betraying her, somehow. It would be wrong. But when his lips touch yours, wrong isn’t even in his vocabulary.

You feel good. You taste good. Your lips are soft and warm and the skin of your cheek beneath his hand feels like silk and when your hands clutch his coat, Jethro can’t hardly breathe, let alone think. His other hand comes to grip your arm, keeping you in place - perhaps a little too hard, but he can’t help it. He wants to keep you here, pressed against him, forever. With nobody but the doe and her foal to bother them.

And by the way you gasp against his lips, he expects you feel the same.

Despite this, you’re the one to break the kiss. When he feels your breath on his lips, Jethro dips his head in for another. But you back your head away with a soft smile. “I must leave,” you breathe out. “My father will be wondering where I am.”

Your words make Jethro sigh. And he feels the shivers it gives you. “Your father really should mind his own life, instead of yours.”

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the fact that I need to be home,” you reply softly.

Reluctantly, Jethro releases you. His hands linger on your body, as does yours with his. But eventually, you turn away from him. Walking off toward the direction of town, and Jethro just watches you leave.

So when you stop and turn back to him, you’ve already got his attention. “Meet me in front of the bank in two days. I have to assist my father with something, but afterward, we can go back to the church.” Your smile is wide. Mischievous. So bright, it can be mistaken for the sun. “Perhaps I can hit four bottles in a row.”

He scoffs, shaking his head with a smirk. “Don’t push your luck, sweetheart.”

#ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs imagine #ncis x reader

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commanders-sole-braincell · 5 years ago

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GIB FORD and/or his sister plez UmU

Bring forth Ford-The-Gourd!

Full Name:

Taihneford

Gender and Sexuality:

Nobinary Man and Pansexual

Pronouns:

He/Him, Them/They

Ethnicity/Species:

Sylvari

Birthplace and Birthdate:

The Grove 1325, on the 20th of the Pheonix (4/20 babey!) He’s a night bloom too (so technically he could be born at 6:09pm)

Guilty Pleasures:

Reading horrifically bad romance novels. Just seeing how far he can ride his griffon/skyscale AWAY from his problems (he comes back but oh the temptation). Having lazy days

Phobias:

Heights and caterpillars

What They Would Be Famous For:

Being the Commander, being a chimera, being the Commander’s sister in some AUS, and for being an iron-gut

What They Would Get Arrested For:

Being an idiot. Bad parenting

OC You Ship Them With:

Honestly anyone who catches my eye (aka my friends ocs have you seen them all just

I think @prismaticaurene‘s Alistair might have first dibs though, he kissed his cheek!

How ever will I marry off Ford now? He’s been sullied by a kiss, he’ll never be able to wear white (jk jk!)

OC Most Likely To Murder Them:

Lasairlugh… Canach… Rhosil… probably Enfy (defo Nura… Zojia probably has planned it multiple times)

Favorite Movie/Book Genre:

Romantic Comedy and Comedy - he’s a feel good kinda guy who 100% cries at the predictable ending

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche:

“Hero gets the girl BECAUSE he’s the hero” He likes romance, he doesn’t like forced romance with no chemistry (alt. “the people fight over a girl and she has no say in the matter”)

Talents and/or Powers:

Aside from the typical Firebrand/Guardian package - he’s proficient in general fire magic - his flames look a little funky, but they’re very potent and always seem to a burn a little hotter than they should. Also pretty stronk and has the suitability of a cockroach

Why Someone Might Love Them:

He’s a big goofball tbh, a push over despite his size and generally pretty relaxed and charming. He adores people easily and is essentially a dog in sylvari form. He’s also pretty charming when he’s complimenting people, and lights up like a christmas tree at the slightest thing. Gives really warm hugs. He’s the type of person who’ll just hug you as you walk, and be a nice little heater, regardless of how close you are or who you are - a great big tree of a guy who’s got a dorky, snorty laugh but will drag you to the settee for a nap, or to see a cute kitten on the side of the road. 100% got in trouble before for saving an animal at an important event and walking in filthy

Why Someone Might Hate Them:

He’s a doormat, and lacks confidence in himself. The Commander persona draws people in, but Taihneford’s actual personality and quirks push them away. Like I’ve said 60 thousand times, he’s really emotionally stunted, so friendships, relationships and so forth are still new territory for him; so he can unintentionally stress people out by being overly meek or overly headstrong about things. Also, stubborn af - you don’t spend your Dream with Lasairlugh and not come out stubborn as an ox. Kinda a combo of all of that, but he’s also prone to some childish habits if he gets in the mind set, and will huff and puff if he’s grumpy enough. Also super melancholic and will not tell anyone why

How They Change:

Ford goes from someone who’s meek, but kinda pushed into this role as Commander, into someone actually quite bitter and resentful. He frequently grows frustrated with the role, but it’s all he’s known. He has no hobbies, and was honestly pretty depressed before Enfy and Dragon’s Watch strutted into his life.

As a sapling he was more shy, but kinda puffed himself up around the Firstborn to meet their expectations, and was downright cocky at times. He was still trying to process what happened with his sister, but kinda threw himself into this role, thinking maybe it was normal? Around Season 2 and HoT he started to develop some serious resentment over everything

He’s, at this point in the story, more confident, relaxed, but still holds some aggression and resentment for what he’s been through. He’ll likely always have self confidence issues from his saplinghood, but he’s learning to shove them a little deeper, which honestly isn’t probably good Ford my dude get help

He’s trying though

Why You Love Them:

MY FUCKIN BABY! Ford’s been with me since the start of HoT in many different forms, but he’s always been a character I felt drawn to, and now that he’s the Commander and my main? My dude I love this idiot! I honestly push a little bit more of myself into him than I did other characters, but got a nice balance of ��I can comfortably explore what I’d do in universe without being disloyal to the character’ and also getting the chance to explore various themes that interest me about him (chimeraism babey!!!)

He was honestly the first time I went ‘okay I can’t TECHNICALLY make this is game, but how can I find a loop hole’ and man it’s real freeing! He’s honestly become a bit of a comfort character for me, and, while I get a little bit self conscious talking about him so much, THAT’S MY SOOOONNN!!!

and his better half is here

#Taihneford #Ford is 100% the person who just pines from a distance #talk to the person you like? Hell no he's not doing that #mytalikes #gets nervous talking botu ford too much vs the desire to talk about ford #this one came out the dream pre-traumatised

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part One {AO3} {Read from the Beginning}

Chapter Seventeen → in which Aunt Josephine is no longer Fierce

“What do you remember about Aunt Jo, Lilac?” Nick asked.

“First of all, Nicholas,” Poe said, “You should call her by her full name unless she tells you to do otherwise.”

“You mean like how I tell you my name is Nick and not Nicholas?”

“Yes, exactly.”

Nick sighed, and stared at the Fickle Ferry they’d just stepped off of. He shared an annoyed look with Solitude, who was being carried by Violet, who was staring at the water, narrowing her eyes as if she wanted to tie her hair back and think of something. Klaus held Sunny with one hand and gripped onto Lilac’s arm with the other, as she carried two suitcases. Nick had two more, and Violet had another.

Lilac said, “Well, Nick, all I remember is her name. I think she might’ve babysat once? I just remember calling her Fierce Auntie Josephine.”

“She’s not really your Aunt.” Poe said. “She’s really your second cousin’s sister-in-law. Oh, children! Before I forget, I got you a little something!” He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small paper bag, awkwardly handing it to Sunny, the only one with free hands. “Peppermints!”

The siblings gave each other very tired looks, and Lilac said, “Thank you, Mr Poe.”

“That’s very kind of you.” Klaus said.

“You can eat them on your cab ride to Ms Anwhistle’s house.” Poe said. “Lilac, here’s some money for the cab- oh, your hands are full, someone take this? Thank you, Violet. She said over the phone that she couldn’t meet you at the dock, and I didn’t find it polite to ask why. I suspect it’s related to her husband’s death, and I should hope none of you are rude enough to ask how she became a dowager. Let me signal for a taxi.”

“What’s that?” Violet asked.

“Violet,” Poe said, “A girl your age should know that a taxi is a car which will drive you someplace for a fee.”

Klaus sighed, then turned to Violet. “‘Dowager’ is a fancy word for ‘widow.’”

“Thank you.” Violet said.

A taxi stopped for them, and as Poe started loading in their luggage, he said, “Now, I’d love to go with you, but the banking day has already begun, and if I don’t return soon I won’t get anything done. Your Aunt Josephine is a bit nervous about having six children around the house, but I assured her that you are all very well-behaved.” Nick laughed. “So please mind your manners, and you can call me at the bank if there’s any sort of problem. I should hope nothing goes wrong this time.”

As he gave money to the taxi driver, and the children piled into the backseat, Nick said, “So when do you think something’ll go wrong?”

“Hopefully we’ll have a bit of time.” Lilac sighed. “Solitude, stop wiggling so much. Sunny, stop biting on the seatbelt.”

“Lilac, stop being a buzzkill.” Violet said.

They said goodbye to Mr Poe, and the taxi drove off. Lilac and Nick, pressed against the windows, looked out at all the stores- a clothing store that seemed to be undergoing renovations, a terrible-looking restaurant called the Anxious Clown, with neon lights and balloons, and several closed-up shops.

“Should we have told him we’re allergic to peppermints?” Nick asked.

“I don’t think it’d matter.” Lilac sighed, taking the bag from Sunny and shoving it into her coat pocket.

“Although, technically,” Violet said, “We don’t know if Soli and Sunny are. They’ve never tried peppermint.”

“Technically, neither have I.” Nick said.

“Wait, yeah you have.” Klaus said. “At the birthday party, when I- wait, no, you didn’t eat the candy!”

“No, I just cried because I assumed you were gonna die.” Nick said. “Haven’t touched any peppermints since.”

“We could test it.” Violet said. “Call it an experiment.”

“Oh, God, no.” Lilac said. “No experiments. No!”

“This town doesn’t seem very crowded.” Klaus said, hoping to change the conversation.

“I was hoping we could make some friends here.” Nick said carefully.

“It’s the off-season.” the taxi driver explained, glancing back at them. “The town of Lake Lachrymose is a resort, and when the nice weather comes it’s as crowded as can be. But around now, things here are as dead as the cat I ran over this morning.”

“Oh my God.” Lilac muttered, and Solitude’s eyes widened.

“Speaking of which,” the driver said, “Hurricane Herman is expected to arrive in town in a week or so. Better make sure you have enough food up there in the house.”

“A hurricane on a lake?” Nick raised an eyebrow.

“I thought hurricanes only occurred near the ocean.” Klaus said.

“A body of water as large as Lake Lachrymose can have anything occur in it.” the driver said. “I’d be nervous to live on top of this hill, it’ll be difficult to drive down into town once the storm hits.”

Lilac peered out the window, seeing that they were indeed driving up very far, the town starting to look small beneath them.

“That lake is huge.” Nick said quietly.

“Gib.” Solitude nodded. “That’s the biggest body of water I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Who are you meeting all the way up here, again?”

“Our Aunt Josephine.” Lilac said. “She’s very fierce.”

“I should hope so, living at this height, so close to the lake.” the driver said. He parked the car, and the children slowly exited. Lilac went to the trunk for their luggage, and the other children looked ahead at the small house before them; it didn’t look very big, and desperately needed repainted. But as they approached, and Lilac said goodbye to the taxi driver and threw suitcases into her siblings’ hands, they saw that the rest of the house was hanging over a cliff, attached to the hill by spindly metal stilts.

“This is going to fall when a gust of wind comes by.” Nick said.

“Well,” Lilac said, “If Aunt Jo does live here, it must be safe.”

“Not if she’s a daredevil.” Violet said. “Maybe she only just built it. Hey, Li, maybe I should live in a house like this- except more off the cliff, can never be in too much danger!”

“Shut up.” Lilac rolled her eyes, walking up to the front door and ringing the doorbell. Solitude squirmed uncomfortably in Nick’s arms, muttering something about how he was holding her too tight, and Sunny leaned up against Klaus, wondering if she could just fall asleep for a while.

The door creaked open, and a nervous-looking woman peered out at them.

“Hello,” Lilac said, “Are you our Aunt Josephine?”

“Yes.” the woman said. “You must be the Baudelaires. Lilac, I haven’t seen you since you were a toddler, you’ve certainly grown.”

“Hello!” Violet said, stepping carefully forwards, “I’m Violet-”

“Careful, dear!” Josephine said. “Don’t touch the doorknob, it could shatter into a million pieces and pierce your eye.”

The children stared at her. “What?” Nick said.

“It could explode.” Josephine said. “Oh, dear. You don’t have hearing problems, do you?”

“No, he’s just an idiot.” Lilac said. “May we come in?” ‘

“Of course, of course, just make sure you push on the wood of the door.”

The siblings shared another look, and then they crept inside, glancing around the house. It didn’t look as bad as they’d feared; upon seeing half the house dangling off a cliff, they’d been afraid that everything would be scattered or tilted, but all of the furniture seemed to be in place.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit cold in here,” Josephine said.

“Is the radiator broken?” Lilac asked. “I’m very good at repairing things.”

“Oh, no, I’m just afraid to turn it on, as it may explode.”

Soli bit her lip. “Timor,” she whispered to Nick, meaning, “Someone’s been to crazy-town.”

“Oh! And that is the telephone, over there.” Josephine said. “It should only be used in emergencies, in case it electrocutes you.”

“I’ve read quite a bit about electricity,” Klaus said, “And I’m pretty sure that the telephone is perfectly safe.”

“Well,” Josephine didn’t meet his eye, “You can’t believe everything you read.”

“I’ve built a telephone before.” Violet said. “If you like, I could take the phone apart and show you how it works.”

“I don’t think so.” Josephine said. “You could pierce your skin with something sharp.”

“Delmo!” Sunny offered, which meant, “If you wish, I will bite the telephone to show you that it’s harmless!”

“Sunny!” Klaus said.

“Delmo?” Josephine asked. “What do you mean by ‘delmo’? I consider myself an expert on the English language, and I have no idea what the word ‘delmo’ means. Is she speaking some other language?”

“Sunny doesn’t speak fluently yet.” Klaus said. “She does know some English words.”

“And Italian.” Nick said. “Mom taught her some of that.”

“And Father taught us some Latin.” Klaus added. “But Sunny and Soli mostly just use baby talk.”

“Grun!” Solitude said, crossing her arms. “It’s not ‘baby’ talk!”

“Well, I will have to teach her proper English.” Josephine said stiffly. “I’m sure you all need some brushing up on your grammar, actually. Grammar is the greatest joy in life, don’t you find?”

Violet took a deep breath, and Lilac punched her on the shoulder before she could even think of saying anything. Klaus and Nick shared a look, while Solitude bit back a thought about how Uncle Monty’s collection seemed to be the greatest joy in life.

“We’ve always loved grammar.” Lilac finally said.

“Aunt Jo,” Nick asked, “What’s in that room over there?”

“Oh, that’s the library.” Josephine said. “I’ll be able to teach you grammar in there.”

“You have a library?” Klaus’s eyes lit up.

“Well, yes, but I mostly just use my grammar books. There’s nothing else of interest to me in there.”

“Perhaps we might take an interest in some of it.” Klaus said.

Josephine looked a bit startled, but she did nod and say, “You can put your stuff in your room. Follow me.” She started to walk, saying, “I’m sorry there’s only one, but my house isn’t very big.”

“We’ll be fine.” Violet said, though she had been secretly hoping she wouldn’t have to share a room with anyone.

“We can make ourselves comfortable.” Lilac said.

Aunt Josephine pushed open a door to a room that had two beds shoved into the corners and two hammocks hanging from the ceiling, as well as two good-sized cribs inbetween the beds.

“There’s a trunk at the edge of one of the beds.” Josephine said. “There’s a present for each of you, let me fetch them.”

She walked over to the trunk, opening it as the siblings put their suitcases down onto the other bed, and Nick and Klaus put Solitude and Sunny on the floor. Solitude walked over to one of the cribs, looking it over, and Sunny crawled towards Aunt Josephine, who pulled out two dolls.

“For Lilac and Violet,” she said, “There are some dolls, who come with lots of outfits. You’ll be able to share, won’t you?”

“Of course.” Violet said, forcing on a smile. She and Lilac were both too old for dolls, and Violet herself had never cared for them, being more interested in taking them apart and putting them back together than playing dress-up. “They look kind of like Marie Curie and Hedy Lamarr.”

“Thank you, Aunt Josephine,” Lilac said, trying to remember the last time she’d played dolls.

“For Nick,” Josephine said, “I have a model train set. You can set up the tracks in that corner of the room.”

“What fun.” Nick said stiffly. He never liked putting work into the putting together a train set, especially since he’d have to sit down and follow instructions to build it, and it could only go in an endless circle once he was done.

“For Klaus, I have a deck of cards. I don’t know much about young boys, but I’ve heard they like cards.”

“I once read a book on the history of legalized gambling.” Klaus said, trying to remember any rules of poker.

“And for little Solitude and Sunny,” Josephine said, “I have purchased two rattles. They sound the same, so you don’t have to worry about who gets which.”

She shook one, and Sunny forced a smile, but she glanced at Lilac with concern; she despised rattles, and she absolutely could not stand the noise they made. Solitude, who had bent down to look under her crib, sat back up and said, “Cooke,” which meant, “It kind of sounds like a Rattlesnake.”

“That’s very generous of you.” Lilac said.

“Well, I’m very happy you’re here.” Josephine said. “I can’t wait to share my love of grammar with you! We’ll have dinner in a few minutes, after you’ve settled in.”

“Aunt Josephine,” Klaus asked, “What are those cans for?”

“They are for burglars.” Josephine said. “Every night, I place these cans by the door, so when burglars come in, they’ll trip over the cans and wake us up.”

“But then what will we do?” Violet asked. “I’d prefer to sleep through a burglary than deal with an angry burglar.”

“Angry burglars?” Josephine’s eyes grew wide. “Are you trying to frighten me?”

“Of course not!” Lilac said, giving Violet another punch. “We didn’t mean to scare you at all.”

“Well, we’ll say no more about it.” Josephine said. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

She shut the door, and the Baudelaires listened to her footsteps for a moment, before Nick said, “Nice going, jackass.”

“It’s not my fault she’s scared of everything!” Violet protested.

“So that’s Fierce Aunt Josephine?” Klaus glared at Lilac.

“Maybe toddler-me was a sarcastic little shit.” Lilac shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve seen her since then.”

“Dorel,” Solitude said, pointing at the crib. “I’m too old for that, I moved out of cribs back when Sunny was born.”

“I know,” Lilac said. “But we’ll have to make the best of it. Maybe we can take the bars off so you can get in-and-out by yourself.”

“Sunny,” Klaus said, “You can have my deck of cards, if you want. You said you liked playing with them, didn’t you?”

Sunny nodded, and Nick added, “Lilac, you and Violet can have the trainset. Maybe you can engineer something with it.”

“I’ll take the rattles.” Violet said. “Maybe I can invent a better burglar alarm.”

“That would leave you boys with the dolls.” Lilac said.

“Plenty of boys enjoy playing with dolls.” Klaus shrugged. “Though I’d rather have a book. Maybe we can look through Aunt Josephine’s library later.”

“Do you think we’ll find the Eye somewhere?” Nick asked.

“Hopefully.” Lilac said. “We can find out about it.”

At the same time, Violet said, “Hopefully not, it’s creepy.”

They glanced at each other, and Lilac said, “Well, whether or not we like the gifts, Aunt Josephine went out of her way to get them for us. We shouldn’t complain.”

“You’re right,” Violet said, “We shouldn’t complain.”

“We shouldn’t complain.” Klaus said.

“Twee!” Sunny and Soli said.

After a second, though, Klaus said, “I want to complain anyway.”

They stared for a moment, and then Nick said, “Well, I’m gonna go disassociate in front of the fridge.”

“Don’t you dare.” Lilac said, grabbing his hand and dragging him back. “We’re all going to behave ourselves.”

“Since when have we ever behaved ourselves?”

“Nick!”

“Chilled cucumber soup,” Klaus said quietly, “Is certainly an… interesting choice.”

“Yes, it is very cold,” Josephine shrugged, looking around at the six kids crowded around the table, “I’m afraid to turn on the stove, in case it bursts into flames.”

Sunny gave her a look of utter bewilderment.

“My dear husband and I never had children,” Josephine said, “But I do want you to know I’m very happy that you’re here. I’m often very lonely without my husband, and when Mr Poe told me about your troubles, I didn’t want you to be as lonely as I was when I lost my dear Ike.”

“Ike was your husband?” Lilac asked.

Nick bit back a sarcastic No, really? as Josephine said, “Yes, he was my husband, my best friend, my partner in grammar, and the only person I knew who could whistle with crackers in his mouth.”

“Mother could do that.” Klaus remembered. “She could do Mozart’s fourteenth symphony.”

“Ike’s specialty was Beethoven’s fourth quartet.” Josephine said proudly.

“I’m sorry we never got to meet him.” Violet said. “He sounds wonderful.”

“He was wonderful.” Josephine said. “I was so sad when he died, I felt like I’d lost more than one special thing in my life.”

“What’s that mean?” Nick asked, ignoring Lilac’s kick from under the table.

“I lost Ike,” Aunt Josephine said, “And I lost Lake Lachrymose. I mean, it’s still there, of course, But I grew up on its shores, I used to swim in it every day. When it took poor Ik away from me, I was too afraid to go near it anymore. I even put away all my books on it. The only way I can bear to look at it is through the window in the library.”

“Can we see the Library?” Klaus asked, practically vibrating at the idea of seeing more books.

“I can show you, if you’re all finished with your soup.”

“We’re done, let’s see the books.” Nick said, already standing up.

“Nick, don’t be rude.” Lilac hissed.

“Oh, Lilac,” Josephine said, “I’m sure he’s just excited for grammar lessons.”

Nick took a deep breath. “Yes. That’s why I want to see the books. For grammar.”

Josephine stood up, leading them down the hallway and towards the back of the house. She pushed open a door, and the siblings stepped into the Library. Klaus gasped, grinning, as he saw the ovular room, one wall of which contained rows and rows of books. Books were also piled beside chairs, scattered on a table, inside cabinets of glass, and littered around the bottom of a statue of a woman with a sword.

The other side of the room had a wall made of glass, and the children ran over that way to look through the wide window, seeing an amazing view of Lake Lachrymose, which stretched out farther than they could see.

“This is the only way I can look at it,” Josephine said, “From far away. If I felt too close, I remember my last picnic on the beach with my darling Ike. I warned him to wait an hour after eating before he went into the lake, but he only waited forty-five minutes.”

“Did he get cramps?” Klaus asked. “That’s what happens when you swim after eating.”

“Well, in Lake Lachrymose, there’s another reason.” Josephine said. “If you don’t wait an hour, the Lachrymose Leeches smell food on you and attack.”

“Leech?” Soli looked up, interested.

“Blind worms that live in water and suck your blood.” Nick said.

“Snake?”

“No, they’re not snakes.”

“Hirudinea!” Solitude threw up her arms. “Then who cares?”

“That did not sound grammatically correct, Solitude.” Josephine said. “The Lachrymose Leeches are different from regular ones. They each have six rows of sharp teeth and one very sharp nose- they can smell the tiniest crumb of food from miles away. They’re usually harmless, but if they smell food on a human, they will swam and- and-”

She burst into tears, then, taking out a small handkerchief. “I apologize, children. It is not grammatically correct to end a sentence with the word ‘and’, but I get so upset when I think about Ike that I can’t talk about his death.”

“We’re sorry we brought it up.” Lilac said.

“That’s alright.” Josephine said. “I prefer to think of Ike in other ways. He always loved the sunshine, and I hope wherever he is, it’s sunny as can be.”

“Did you and Ike know our parents?” Klaus asked cautiously.

“Oh, yes. We used to develop secret codes together, and-” she cut herself off again, as if she realized something she wasn’t supposed to say.

“Our parents developed secret codes?” Klaus asked.

“Well, yes, I suppose we did.” Josephine said. “But mostly we just talked about grammar. We should really get to lessons.”

“Aunt Josephine,” Lilac asked, “Have you ever thought of maybe… moving someplace else? Maybe if you moved away from Lake Lachrymose, you might feel better.”

“Oh, I could never sell this house.” Josephine said. “I’m terrified of realtors.”

The siblings stared for a good, long while, and then Solitude said, “Paviduus,” which meant, “She’s the mayor of crazy-town.”

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