#well i mean . it would be very cute to see them sharing bard’s clothes .

[lanternlightss]

😔Bard 😔 and 😔 Ven 😔 <- soooooo normal about them

shaking your hand …. bard and ven…..

wonder how many of wispti’s mannerisms kept over in their human form …. like if they had a habit of hiding behind the bard, would they still do it now ? how often would they have held onto bard’s arm as though it was a lifeline while they’re walking around new mond,,, they’re each other’s emotional support beloved

[crimsonophelia]

holidays and festivals with genshin characters ||

many thanks to my bestie hani for giving me inspiration for many of these~

featuring: zhongli, venti, childe, razor 

warnings: none

published: april 14 2021

form: headcanons

zhongli - lantern rite festival

okay but i’m genuinely upset at how they barely featured zhongli in the lantern rite quest unless you actually played as him :c

but anyways! the liyue lantern rite festival is heavily inspired by the traditional chinese holiday called the lantern festival (元宵节), so i think a lot of the things that you would typically do to celebrate lantern festival would apply to lantern rite as well

i think zhongli would take lantern rite quite seriously, as most chinese do, and he would make sure to plan weeks in advance his days off from work and what he will need to do to prepare to celebrate lantern rite with his friends

when the morning of the festival arrives, he makes sure to come visit you bright and early, much to your dismay

he bids you a good morning, helps you get dressed, and takes you into town to run errands. and, as expected, zhongli has once again forgotten that mora is a key element in financial transactions and requires your monetary assistance unsurprisingly

liyue is donned in bright shades of red and jewel, and families are out and about viewing the beautiful decorations, reminded of their beautiful and prosperous land and of those who protect it

zhongli would take you around, asking you to buy buying little trinkets for you and for you to gift to others as a sign of well-wishing for the holiday season. you and zhongli also purchase heaps of street food, exclusively available around lantern rite week, and zhongli probably eats more than you’ve ever seen him eat.

once the sun sets later in the day, you two watch the lanterns and lightshow, in awe of its beauty. you turn to see zhongli’s reaction, and as the stars and lights cast a magical glow upon his face, he seems more content than you’ve ever seen him before. perhaps spending lantern rite with a beloved companion has done something for the old man’s weary heart.

venti - windblume festival

all i have to say is that venti is a drunk mess the entire time the festival is in mondstadt

he’s on a drinking spree trying to taste test all the different new cocktails and wines that the angel’s share is selling exclusively during the festival season, and is not apologetic whatsoever that you have to deal with his obnoxious drinking habits

in addition to his little side hustle going on, scamming innocent people of their money by teaching them how to write “love poems”, i also feel like he would make some extra cash for booze by reselling random flowers, claiming that they are actually real windblumes or something like that

but i do think he would have the decency to save some of the mora he makes to spend on you during the festival season. venti isn’t stupid and it’s a little bit concerning how smooth and tactful he actually is when he chooses to be so, hence i do think that he would actually treat you to some nice things ;)

however, he isn’t as big on buying gifts as zhongli is (ironically, considering zhongli is probably more broke than the traveling drunkard) so i think he would make a lot more homemade gifts for you, like a hand-picked flower bouquet and a self-brewed dandelion wine drink

if venti hasn’t officially confessed his love before windblume, i think he would take this opportunity to make it official and take things a bit more seriously.

venti walked over to you after his poem masterclass with a sheet of paper in his hand, a little sheepishly, which was unusual for the cheeky little bastard

he says the class went well, and he hands you the paper he was holding. 

“i showed them this example i wrote. give it a read. pretty good, isn’t it?”

neither the lampgrass, nor the dandelion, or the delicate cecilia, nor the vibrant aster, could ever compare to the way my heart beats faster, when you spare an ounce of your beauty, spending your love on a poor, old, drunkard like me.

impressed, you lift your gaze, and to your surprise, the little bard looks more genuine than you’ve probably ever seen before.

“keep it. i wrote it for you.”

childe - maslenitsa

okay so my good friend, who is russian, gave me the idea to write about childe celebrating maslenitsa (an eastern orthodox holiday that is related to easter), and i am by no means orthodox nor eastern european (so please forgive any cultural misdescriptions), but i do think this is a super cute idea

i think childe would get some time off from being a harbinger to celebrate with his family, which is a rare treat for the fine-tuned warrior whittled down to little more than a hedonistic machine by the tsaritsa 

like truly, i feel so sad when thinking about childe sometimes because he’s so kind to his family, especially his brothers, and the fact that he’s away on missions for so long must make him miss his family a lot

that’s why during the holidays, he really treasures every second he gets to be back home, and now that he gets the chance to take you to meet his family, he’s even more overjoyed

there is still a thin layer of snow on the ground, but there is a slight scent of spring making its way back into the household as ajax and his brothers help their mother prepare ingredients to bake bliny, the buttery smell wafting through the kitchen

the boys are a mess as ajax is particularly clumsy with tasks that require dexterity of the fingers, and he ends up getting flour all over his clothes as well as his shorter brothers, and thus receiving a scolding from their mother

being the teasing little brat he is, he smears some of the flour onto your nose when you aren’t paying attention, which calls for even more chastising coming from his mother while she mixes all the ingredients together. 

the total domesticity of the scene melts your heart, and seeing ajax laugh with such tenderness and without any barriers obstructing his heart might be one of the most bittersweet things you’ve ever witnessed, knowing he inevitably will have to return to a life of danger and uncertainty

bonus: razor - windblume

i literally don’t have any fleshed out ideas for this but my friend and i were talking about how he would try and pick wolfhook berries for you during windblume, because he thinks that’s what the windblume flower is and he wants to express his care for you by giving you the most special flower he can find :’)

like he would ask to take you to wolvendom on a walk, and you acquiesce because who could ever refuse razor

whenever you two are alone together, razor tries his best to talk and form the most proper and eloquent sentences that he is able to, and he does try very hard, really, but often to no avail

but you reassure him, “razor, baby, it’s okay, i can understand you without words just fine” and he blushes because nobody has ever called him “baby” before T_T

when you’re in wolvendom with him, he holds your hand in order to not lose you, and his grip is a little nervous at first but gradually gets more confident and his fingers fit more comfortably between yours. he will walk ahead of you, creating an easy pathway through the dense flora, and will pull you up by your waist in case the terrain becomes difficult

once he finds the biggest and plumpest wolfhook berry, he gives it to you with both hands outstretched, gaze averted out of timidness

you accept his lovely gift and ruffle his hair a little bit and the boy melts T_T and from then onwards he gives you a ton of gifts in the form of random little flowers or berries he finds because that’s how he shows his care for you 

can you tell i started listening to mitski halfway through writing this

[darling-i-read-it]

Wash Up

Geralt of Rivia x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: nakedness, wounds, men at bars, cuteness

Author’s Note: I just finished this show and i just am in love with this man thats that you know what i mean. I really liked this fic too so I hope you guys do as well! 

Summary: Geralt returns from a few days away from you 

Genre: fluff

Song: rivers and roads by the head and the heart 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

The town scuffled around you. It seemed that the world moved around at a high pace. Your world moved so quickly. As quick as the strangers around you, spilling and knocking over drinks while laughing with friends. Jaskier sat beside you at the corner of the bar. He had out his loot, mulling over the next song that he wanted to write. 

You had a pint of ale in your hands as you watched and waited.

“Is advantageous to pretentious?” Jaskier asked. You turned to him and raised an eyebrow, shrugging.

“I think that it works. How are you going to use it?” He showed you the piece of parchment where there were scribbled lyrics and notes. You looked it over and nodded idly. “Not too pretentious.” 

“Geralt will think it’s too pretentious,” he pointed out, hesitating to put down the word amongst the others. You shook your head and turned to him, away from the town gathered around you. 

“Don’t actually listen to anything Geralt says. He, himself, is too pretentious,” you promised. Jaskier shook his head.

“Easy for you to say. I don’t think he’s spoken an ill word of you ever.” You rolled your eyes and took a small drink of your ale. 

“We’ve had our fair share of fights.” 

“And they usually end with me not getting a good nights sleep. I wish you would warn me next time so that I could get a room far away from both of you,” he muttered. You chuckled lowly.

“Sounds like you need another drink to get those creative juices flowing, huh Jaskier?” You stood up and ruffled his hair. He swatted your hand away but he was smiling. You and Jaskier had grown close. You didn’t act like you hated him like Geralt tended to do. You were a nice balance between the two of them, such happiness matched by such bitterness. You had known Geralt much longer than Jaskier but he seemed to add some laughs to the relationship. 

You walked over to the bar and put down your empty cup. 

“Two more please.” 

“On me.” You turned over to the man who had just approached. It was not Geralt which surprised you. Geralt had been away for a couple of days. You had been itching for him to return. He left you to watch Jaskier which you thought was stupid. He liked to tag along and you were useful in a fight. Geralt was picky much too often.

“Thank you but I’ve got it,” you told the stranger. He shook his head. 

“Two for a girl like yourself?” he questioned. You shook your head.

“The second one if for my friend over there,” you said, pointing over to Jaskier. He was messing with the strings and singing quietly so that only he could hear.

“What kind of woman are you to be stuck with a bard like that?” You scoffed.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business sir,” you promised. The bartender gave you the two drinks and you gave him a nod goodbye. You got barely three steps away before he grabbed your arm, spilling the drink all over you. You let out a small gasp, looking down at the dress he had ruined. You were lucky you had left your armor in the room. 

The people closest to you turned to look., Jaskier looked up and stood when he saw you were in distress. He crumpled up his paper and put it in his pocket as he walked over. 

Geralt got there first.

You raised an eyebrow and your mouth opened in surprise as you saw him. He put himself between you and the man who had troubled you with his advances. He was covered in the guts of some monster, from head to toe. Jaskier got to you and you handed him the full cup. 

“For you,” you said, smiling. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Jaskier nodded, giving you a happy grin. Geralt however, was not done with the man.

“She told you it was none of your business and then you ruin her dress. I suppose you have the money to pay for it,” he said stiffly. The man realized who Geralt was and put his hands up in surrender.

“I didn’t realize she was a witcher's property,” he said. “My apologies.”

“I’m no one’s property. Now the money for my dress,” you said, pushing past Geralt. Geralt let you move past him. You stood your guard against the man. 

“I have no money to spare for a rag you may wear once.” You nodded, slowly, stiffly. You turned to Jaskier who was slowly sipping his drink.

“I’m sorry dear,” you said softly. He handed you the drink before you had to ask. You turned back around and sprayed it in the man's face. It dripped off his beard and onto his clothes that looked nothing more than the rags he spoke of. He reached for his dagger but Geralt stepped in front of you once more. 

“Call it even,” he said. The man looked at the sword draped across his back and how he was covered in the guts of a monster that was likely much harder to kill than the stranger would ever be. The man nodded, letting out a sigh. You turned to the bar and raised a finger.

“On the house,” the bartender said, shaking a bit at the sight of Geralt. You took it with a kind smile and handed it to Jaskier. 

“Voila,” you said with a smile. “The drink has returned.” He laughed and shook his head. Geralt grabbed your arm gently and you nodded. “Keep ‘advantageous’.” Jaskier nodded as you walked out of the bar. He had always been so fond of you. A kind soul that was locked in life with a witcher. It made for good songs.

You and Geralt walked out of the bar and then wordlessly up to the place that you were staying. You were drenched in ale and he was drenched in guts but you did not speak. You reached the room and he disappeared wordlessly into the small closet. You walked into the bathroom and started to draw a hot bath. It took a few minutes but Geralt returned to you, a change of clothes for the both of you. He put them down on the counter and walked over to where you sat, beside the bath, your fingers just barely touching the water as you tested its temperature. 

At the sight of you, peaceful, Geralt eased. It had been a hard monster to kill, harder than most. He had wondered if his travel home was going to be delayed or not but he made it just as night fell. You put your head against the side of the bath and he started to undress. 

You had seen each other naked countless times before. There was no sense of awkwardness anymore to it. He gestured for you to take his hand and you did so, standing up. He turned you around gently and slid the dress off of your shoulders. It fell very carefully onto the floor. He did his best not to touch your body with his guts covered hands. You took off the rest of your undergarments and by the time you were finished with that, Geralt was in the bath. 

You sat behind him, grabbing a sponge and ringing it out. You started to wash the guts off him slowly. He eased into your touch, relaxing. 

“What happened while I was gone?” he asked gruffly. You shrugged.

“Nothing eventful. I would have liked to go with you.”

“Well then who would have washed me up.” As the grime started to ease away you noticed a new scratch on his back. You brushed your finger over it lightly. 

“I would have avoided this growing scar,” you whispered. You kissed it gently, lips lingering on his skin. He took your hand off of his shoulder where it lay. He brought it to his lips and held it there, closing his eyes as he kissed your palm. 

The door to the room opened. Geralt's eyes opened quickly and he turned to see who was disrupting his peace. 

“Y/N?!” Jaskier yelled. You chuckled lowly and sank further into the water, ringing out the sponge. 

“Busy!” you yelled back. You heard his walking stop. 

“I thought I told you to warn me!” he pouted. You placed your head against Geralt's back and smiled lightly.

“Go away Jaskier!” Geralt yelled gruffly. You hit him gently.

“We’ll be out before you go to bed!” you called. He seemed to be okay with that.

“Fine! Be quieter!” he yelled and the door shut again.

“Why make promises you can’t keep?” Geralt asked you, voice back to a softer tone. You put down the sponge and he turned his head to the side to look at you.

“I’d rather he leave us thinking we will be back soon.” 

“You’re too nice to him.”

“Kindness is free you know.” You grabbed his hand and placed your head on his shoulder. You moved down and kissed his skin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” 

He turned his head and kissed the side of your head.

“We aren’t going to be back before Jaskier goes to sleep are we.” 

“Not a chance.”

[travellingarmy]

║Venti║Sensitive

Requested from Wattpad.

Female reader as requested.

Warning: Usage of words such as "fat" and "ugly". I don't know about this one, but it will also mention anorexia.

Remember: All of you are beautiful and don't let anyone say otherwise.

Angst. Fluff.

Word count: 2.6k

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You, on all counts, are very sensitive to the words spoken by others of you. You can't help it but worry about your impression of others, but this did not mean that you faked your identity in front of others. You had wonderful friends as well whom you are sure are the truest of all.

"Hey, (Y/N), wanna go on a mission with me?" Mondstadt's most famous Outrider, Amber, jogged up to you with excitement reflecting off of their eyes. "Ah, well, I don't have anything to do.. Alright, I'll join you," you said which made the female really happy. "Good. I was about to persuade you to some food if you didn't," she laughs. "Let's make this quick since an Outrider still has other things to do."

"But you'll still give me remuneration, right?" you ask, half-joking. "Haha, of course! I'll treat you when I have time, and that's a promise!" You and the Outrider had a little laugh and left the city to clear a couple of hilichurl camps around the premises. She thanked you afterwards and repeated her promise before waving you off as she goes and attends to her other tasks. Now that you were free, you decided to go and meet a special someone and ask if they'd like to join you for a meal since you don't like eating alone-- and you know for sure where they were loitering around at the moment: the tavern.

"Please, Master Diluc? Just one~ I'll play a song for your tavern." You opened the door to Angel's Share to see the person you had been looking for trying to negotiate with the tavern's owner. The male behind the counter notices your entrance and brings his attention to you, ignoring the bard. "(Y/N), what can I do for you?" he asks, completely dismissing the shorter male beside him. "Ah, nothing. I'm loitering around, really," you say, sitting down beside the never-stopping-pleading male.

"Well, since you're here, could I ask you a favour and help me get this guy here to leave?" Diluc asks, referring to no one else but the one who is sitting beside you. "He's being quite the nuisance."

"Eh? I promise I'll leave if you just accept the exchange!" Venti cries. "I am the most famous bard of Mondstadt, I will surely attract more customers for you!" Diluc shooks his head and sighs, turning to look at you once more. "Please, help me out?"

You cracked a smile. "Of course, Master Diluc! Now, let's go Venti." You got out of your seat and pull him along from the collar on his back, all the while hearing Venti's cries for his wine. "Aw, (Y/N), you could have helped me out back there," Venti pouts when the two of you were a good foot away from the sight of the tavern. "You should have your own money. Honestly, how are you surviving without mora exactly?" you questioned, earning yourself a mischievous giggle from him.

Sighing, you dismiss the topic altogether. "Alright, why don't I treat you to something else other than wine? It's always wine this, wine that anyway," you say. "Mm, as long as it's with you!" He smiles and the two of you went to Good Hunter for a small meal. Since you did just come back from a mission, you order quite a lot, but not too much to make you look like a glutton. "It's a shame they don't sell wine here." The bard pouts. You laugh at your friend and shaking your head-- it was always wine with him.

"Maybe you should do something else other than singing and make money out of it?" you suggested, earning yourself an 'are-you-kidding-me' kind of look from the male. "Anyway~" he changes subjects. "What is the deal with you stuffing your face up so much?" He laughs at your adorable face that was buried with food and rests his cheeks on one of his fists.

"But you'll still like me when I'm fat, right?" you ask, stuffing yet another delicacies into your mouth. The bard giggles at the cute question and decided to play a little joke on you to see a reaction. "Hm, I don't know.." he starts, grabbing your full attention. "I mean, I guess I might still love you since you already kind of are.. " Unbeknownst to him, you were actually hurt by the 'joking' words and made you self-aware, but you weren't going to show it to him. Although you know it was a joke, you don't know if he'd actually still love you when you're 'ugly'. Right now, it might just be empty words, but who knows if his views will remain the same when that time actually comes?

You have noted that every time you go shopping for clothes, the size seems to be getting bigger, but you didn't really think much about it then. You sat in silence, pushing away the food as Venti goes on chatting about. He didn't even notice how you haven't touched your food since the comment when the two of you left Good Hunter or your quietness throughout the day. It was saddening, but didn't say a word about it.

"Um, I think I should be going home now, Venti," you say weakly, eyes not once looking up from the ground you were so familiar with. "Hm? Oh, okay, good night then!" Venti says and kisses your cheek before you walked the opposite direction of your house.

You walked all the way to your room, not turning on a single light and lied down on the bed, not changing your clothes as you crept underneath your blanket and curled into a ball, allowing depressing thoughts into your head. Maybe you should change your style? If you were wearing larger clothes that hides your body, that might make him think you are gaining weight, or so you think to yourself. Then, you'll just have to change and make him see the best sides of you.

And so, the next day when you went out, you wore clothing you never thought you would- let alone other's. You wanted to prove that you haven't gained weight by exposing much more skin, but still keep yourself comfortable. People gawked when you pass them out on the streets, a bit disturbed by your sudden change of clothing. It wasn't wrong to do so and they understand that people will change their style, but to the extent that you were on?

"My, look who we have here," a cool and smooth voice of a man comes and greets you. You look to your right and see none other than the Cavalry Captain of Mondstadt with his usual smirk on his face. He stares down at your smaller stature and snickers. "A sudden change of style, I see."

"Does it look bad?" you question. "Well, I wouldn't say it looks bad. Let's just say it's quite new to me," he says and shrugs. "Say, what is the reason for the sudden change anyway? Suddenly got bored of the former?"

You honestly knew that someone will ask you about it, but didn't want them to know. It was quite embarrassing. "Yeah, I guess," you said, not meeting the captain's eye. You had a habit of not looking directly at the person when you are either trying to hide something or lying and people had caught on to that, which was a huge giveaway that something is up for the all-knowing Kaeya. "Oh? This is interesting," Kaeya says to himself. Hearing him, you look up to meet the gaze of the male who only chuckles and ruffles your hair a bit. "I have to go do some cavalry work. I will see you later, (Y/N)," he says, his back now facing you, a hand raised. He took no more than two steps before looking over his shoulder and smiles at you. "Oh, remember one thing: don't let others' words get you down." You weren't sure what he was getting at, but you couldn't ask him as he was now further from you.

"(Y/N)?" Another voice calls your name and you turned around to see none other than the famous bard of Mondstadt- Venti. "Oh, wow! It really is you. I almost didn't recognize you from your back because how different you look," he says, scratching his head and chuckling awkwardly. "It seems like something is off about you..?"

This was the moment of truth. Will he see it or not? "Does it look bad?" you ask, looking at his eyes for some sort of answer. He inspects you, which made you kind of embarrassed. You want him to never leave you alone, so that is the reason for the clothes. If you could prove that you are worth staying by his side, you are more than willing to change. "Ah! So, you've change your clothes.." he finally says, though it didn't seem like he was happy about it.

"Hehe, I think you should go back wearing your old clothes, (Y/N)," he says, "because now everyone can see how chubby you've become." He laughs, pulling the skin of your cheeks in a playful manner. You, however, didn't feel like going back now. You want Venti to stay by your side forever and make it so that he won't be ashamed of his lover to the point he rather not be caught dead with you. You had to change. You have to lose weight.

And so, that day was the last day anyone has seen you around. At first, no one was concerned and thought you had other things to do that was taking up your time, but when two weeks went and no one has seen you around, they start to worry. The guards at the gate had said that they haven't seen you left- just in case you went on a mission without their knowledge. Your Knights of Favonius friends were the first to worry. Venti, however, kept on saying how you were probably fine while drinking away at Angel's Share.

"I think you should go check on her," Diluc says behind the counter, cleaning a glass while his back is turned towards the bard. "Eh? Why?" the shorter male questions. "Aren't you her lover? If so, you should check on her since she is obviously locking herself in her house." Venti was about to say something back, but decide to choke it down with a drink. Deep down, he was worrying as to why you aren't stepping outside. He had gotten lonely.

He got off the stool and left the tavern. Diluc turns around and heaved a sigh of irritation, forgetting to remind the bard, again, to pay for his drink.

Venti was at the foot of your door. He sees that your light were off, even through the curtains, before knocking lightly on the wooden door. "(Y/N)?" he calls out, but was answered to silence. He did not wait to knock a second time and got out a spare key that was entrusted to him by you. When he opened the door, he was greeted with the coolness of the air and silence. The furniture was clean and in place, yet it lacked the warmth from its owner. He walked to your room, but was greeted by an unused bed. However, it was a mess-- meaning to say that you are indeed home.

Eventually- to his horror and ache- he found you sitting down beside the toilet, back against the wall and eyes closed. "(Y/N)!" he shouts your name and quickly walked to your side, kneeling to see your pale face. He put his ear close to your face and was relieved that you were breathing, worried you might not have been when seeing as your bones were seeming as though it were about to pop out.

He carries you to your room and lie your body on the bed and stayed by your side until you woke up to get answers from you. How come you were in this state, he questioned himself. He was worried but thought nothing of that feeling in the pit of his stomach telling him to go check on you. He thought you were fine, but to his guilt, you weren't.

When your eyelids fluttered open, his heart never felt any lighter as it was now. "(Y/N)!" The tears that had slowly crept, was finally trailing down his cheeks. "Venti..?" The call of his name made it so irresistible to hug you, so he did. "What happened to you?" he asks, his voice cracking.

Staring at his face, you felt ashamed. You had locked yourself inside without light, food, or water and constantly vomiting everything out. Knowing this, you push him away and stare down at the mattress.

Venti was hurt upon seeing as you pushed him away, but that doesn't mean he would stop there. "Hey, let's get you something to eat. You look like you're malnourished," he says. You didn't say anything so he took it to go and make food for you in the kitchen before returning to your side once more. "Here, I've made you soup, so open up," he says, moving the spoon close to your lips, urging you on to open up. Soup may not be enough to return you from your pale and frail state, but it was easy for you to gulp it down. He has also chopped some meat into little pieces to help nourish you.

You refused, not looking at him. He sighs and looks at you sadly. "Please, (Y/N)?" The way his voice was tainted with sadness made your heart ache. You ate it obediently, but immediately coughed it out, the food now on the floor opposite of where he was at, sitting down on the bed with you. "(Y/N)!" He puts down the spoon in the bowl and put his free hand on your back. Your body was too weak that your system can't even take in food, which worried the male. "Can you please tell me why you're like this?" he pleads, another wave of tears forming his eyes.

You were hesitant, but you would feel that ache if you see him tear up again. "I.. I want you to stay with me forever," you finally confessed. He was confused- you could see it in his eyes. "Why would I ever leave you?" he asks.

"Of what you said.. Two weeks ago.. I don't want you to be ashamed of me and leave me," you continued, answering his question. He recalls the joke from then and felt guilty and ashamed. "I, I'm sorry for what I said.. I was joking about it, but I guess it hurt you," he says. "What I said then, please don't take it to heart."

"What I said were empty words. Even if you were to become chubbier, I would never leave you for the world nor would I be ashamed of you. I love you for who you are and not what you look like." The words comforted you and you finally look at Venti. His eyes were stained of tears, but he pulled of the smile that was reserved for you only. "Let's finish this, alright?" He hints at the soup. You nodded quietly and tried your best to finish the food.

"Once you're feeling better, let's go eat every food you want to eat, okay?" he says, watching you ear the food obediently. You smiled and nodded at the suggestion. Throughout that day- after finishing the food- he stayed and cuddled with you whilst reassuring how much he loves you.

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[dapandapod]

HERE YOU GO! PART TWO!
(You should read part ONE before reading this one, or on Ao3) ~~~~~~*~~~~~ Jaskier is absolutely miserable.
He throws himself into bed dramatically, as is his forte. Absently trying to kick off his boots, face down in the pillow. Why did this have to happen?
No doubt Geralt would be down there for hours more, and he really can’t blame him. Well. Yes he can. He can blame him a little. Because there was a wonderful specimen of barding perfection right next to him. A much better option. His left goddamned boot won’t let go. He peeks down at it.
“You betraying me too, huh?” He asks it. Luckily, the boot doesn’t answer.
If it did, it would either mean that he lost his mind, or he would have to go fetch Geralt.
He’d rather not go fetch Geralt right now. He wiggles his leg, feebly trying to free himself. You know what? So what if he wants Geralt? Geralt is a glorious piece of manmeat anyway, and obviously he is not the only one thinking it. Some who had approached Jaskier for some late night adult fun had even asked him if the witcher would mind joining them. He might have to reevaluate what stung back then though. Wine. Jaskier needs wine. He needs to drown thoughts of mouthwatering witchers and betrayed friendships. But that includes going down there. To them.
Or does it? He stops his wiggling, thinking about it. Jaskier is a big boy. He can get himself some wine. No problem!
The Epic Boot Battle ends with Jaskier finally just pulling the offending thing off with both hands, standing up. Like a cat, (also barefoot) he sneaks out of their room, down the stairs. Jaskier arrives just in time to see Geralt blush furiously. He didn’t know he could do that. A little lost, he just stands there. He barely registers the soft evil barmaid swaggering up to him with a tray of empty glasses and tankards.
“Need something, hun?” She says, kindly. Jaskier hates her a little for it. He tears his eyes from the shocking sight of a blushing witcher.
“Uh.. Mmm, sorry yes. Could I have a flagon of wine to bring to the room?”
“Sure thing dear.” She saunters away, hips swaying. Any other night he would have admired it, maybe find a way to admire it more intimately. But tonight, she is the enemy. The enemy returns with his wine, and Jaskier all but flees up the stairs. There will be words when Geralt returns. If he returns. ~~*~~ Geralt is… feeling things.
He had not expected Bella to be so perceptive. She had shared his bed before, and he wouldn’t have minded sharing it again.
Now he minds. Sharing a room with Jaskier suddenly sucks a lot more than normal, because that wretched woman just put words on what he has been denying for ages. And he just gave Jaskier the impression that he was spending the night with Bella. On purpose. Because he is an idiot. Geralt decides to stay at the table for a while. Refuse to choose the lesser evil and all that. The other patrons are lively and they like him here for the most part. He had taken a contract here last year, ridding them of a werewolf tormenting their village. As it turns out, the werewolf were none other than their equally oppressive mayor, and the people had prospered without him.
So yes, he was welcome here. He watches the other patrons for a while, talks a little bit more to Bella, although a bit more stiffly now. She smiles knowingly and a far bit more evil than he thought her capable of. He can stand it for about an hour.
That must be enough. Hopefully Jaskier is asleep by now.
Bella kisses his cheek and wishes him luck when he excuses himself for the night. Evil woman. Jaskier is not asleep.
Fuck. He is sitting by the table in the middle of the room, arms crossed over his chest, glaring over his glass of wine. Geralt closes the door behind him, not sure if he actually should just run away. Take Roach and ride away in the night. “Sit down, Geralt.” Jaskir says in a voice he doesn’t recognize. Not good.
Warily Geralt sits down on the opposite chair. The night had started out so good.
“We are friends, right?”… What?
“You know me and I know you? Like, I know you like sweet cakes but pretend you don’t. How you prefer sunrise to sunset. And you know how I am really scared of heights.” Geralt had not expected Jaskier to have noticed that about him. He grunts noncommittally, not wanting to confirm nor deny.
Wrong answer. Jaskier frowns, leaning forward. “Really? That’s all you’re giving me?” He sounds kind of hurt. And a little drunk, Geralt realizes, noticing for the first time just how little wine there is left.
Jaskier stands up, walking agitated around the room. “I am shook, Geralt, to my very core.” Geralt is a little nervous, he is not sure where Jaskier is going with this, what his point is. Did he want Bella or something? Or far worse, had he heard her?
“Did I do something wrong?” Jaskier stops with his back to him. Geralt doesn’t understand.
“I .. don’t understand.” He admits.
Jaskier whips around and pins him with a glare.
“Am I unclear? You have HURT me, Geralt, wounded me. If I ever want you to tell me about something, I have to threaten you, nag at you, anything to coax a WORD out of you.” Jaskier starts pacing again, and Geralt is trying to puzzle together what Jaskier is hurting over. Jaskier stops again. Studies Geralt, and he can see an idea take form in his eyes. There is that satisfied glint, like a cat finding a way to trap its prey.
“Maybe I went about this the wrong way.” Jaskier says, looking at him with those blue, blue eyes through his lashes. Geralt’s heart skips a beat. Does he know what effect he has on him when he does that? The bard stalks over to Geralt’s chair and looks down on him. Considering. And then, without preamble, he grabs Geralt’s arms and moves them out of the way and plops down in his laps. Jaskier is sitting in his lap. Their legs warm against each other, and then Jaskier arranges Geralt’s arm around him.
This is not normal.
Something is weird with Jaskier.
Did someone put a spell on him? Geralt can only stare, bewildered. Jaskier is always physically affectionate, always prone to hugging or patting shoulders, offering massages. Drunk Jaskier is always worse, impulse control getting them in so much trouble.
It’s also what produces images of what Geralt would like to do to Jaskier. With Jaskier. Against tables for example. Or placed in his lap.
He gulps. “If this is how to get you to talk, this is what I’ll do.” Jaskier leans against Geralt’s chest. It was nice when Bella did it, but when Jaskier does it Geralt stops working.
Jaskier narrows his eyes at him, like he is threatening him. Geralt can see his pulse jump under the thin skin of his neck.
When Geralt fails to give a satisfactory response he pouts a little.
“Or do I need boobs for this?” Jaskier looks down on his own chest, cupping his nonexistent breasts. Geralt swallows.
“Is there something you would like to know?” he manages to get out, already regretting it, trying not to combust under Jaskier.
“As a matter of fact, yes, Geralt. I would very much like to know what had you blush like that.”
Fuck. FUCK.
“And she wasn’t even in your lap then, so I’m guessing it is something she said. But you are here now, so it woudln’t be sexrelated.” Jaskier muses. It takes everything he has not to push the bard off his lap and just run. Fight or flight.
“Why do you care?” Geralt blurts out.
“Because, Geralt, you told her things. It didn’t even take a question, and you fucking told her about a scar it took me a WEEK to get out of you.” Wait.
“Jaskier… Are you jealous?”
What if he is? What if Bella is right? What if..? Two tense seconds of silence follows. The longest two seconds of Geralt’s entire life. “So what if I am?” The pout is back, worse than ever. Geralt has to grab Jaskiers hips so that he won’t fall off when he flails his arms around. “I am your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you tell some…some wench things so freely.” Geralt can’t say anything. His hands are on Jaskier, and he clench them in the fabric of Jaskiers clothes so he won’t do something stupid. Like lifting him the fuck up and press him down on the table instead. But Geralt is a very, very controlled man. He can do this. Jaskier grabs his face, cupping his cheeks, making the witcher meet his eyes.
“What if she did something bad to you, Geralt. She could totally try to get information to use against you! You are a very handsome man and sometimes that makes–”
“–I uh… Sorry. What was the question again?” He breaks in, because if Jaskier finishes that sentence… “Why the fuck were you blushing Geralt?” Apparently, talking about it is enough for the heat to return to his face.
“She uh… she told me to tell you something.” He manages to get out. Not what Jaskier was expecting apparently, he frowns and leans back a little.
“Tell me what? That sounds incredibly unsexy actually. What the hell?” No. Geralt can’t do this. “Fuck, you are cute when you are jelouse.” Geralt breathes, unable to help himself.
“She told you to tell me that?” Jaskiers frown deepen. Geralt is only a man. Only a witcher. A male fucking witcher, who needs to do something about this. He pushes Jaskier out of his lap. His bard looks a little hurt, but is soon cured of that when Geralt crowds him against the table. Their eyes never stray from each other, Geralt making sure Jaskier can push him away at any moment. But he doesn’t. His expression is open, vulnerable, hopeful.
So Geralt lifts Jaskier up on the table, settling himself between his open knees. Slowly Geralt leans forward, capturing Jaskiers lips with his. Sweet, stupid, oblivious Jaskier. Jaskier whimpers and presses himself even closer to the witcher, arms around his neck. Geralt holds him tightly against his chest and they kiss again. It’s fire, they are melting against each other, molding together. “She told me to fuck you against the table.” Geralt admits against Jaskiers mouth. He feels rather than sees Jaskiers lips stretch into a smile.
“I can see why that had you blushing.”

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REOCCURRING WOMAN

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SUMMARY- reader is on the obx cast dating Drew/Rudy and a certain extra on the show is getting to close for comfort and posting photos on their insta with the boys as if they’re dating.

A/N: I’ve learned how to do tumblr right if that’s even a thing so I’m just making it better by decoration and all that jazz ( the stories are all the same just badazzled. ) happy reading :) also these other women I made them up they don’t exist except the last girl was an extra in the show ( no hate to her ) it just fit very well lmao.

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DREW:

You and the gang are back in Charleston, South Carolina the corona virus pushed back Filming for a few months which was a blessing in disguise for Jonas to work in a script and to make sure locations where set to film and to have anything else needed to be there, with a new season means new extras you and the cast always invite them out to hang so they feel welcomed and to make new friends.

You’re into your second month of Filming season two everyone knows you and Drew are together the fans are so loving and excited you guys are together everyone thinks you guys are soo cute over the past two months back one extra who plays a kook Kelce is currently dating likes to flirt with Drew often Drew doesn’t flirt back but he is nice and doesn’t push her away. It doesn’t really bother you that much because all it really is is some slight arm touching and laughing at everything he says even if it isn’t a joke like an annoying school girl, but other then that you really like her.

You were currently with the girls madelyn and Madison talking about clothes and planning for a girls week when all of a sudden Madison shouts out “Oh my god I can’t believe that bitch”

“What what happened?” Madelyn asked worried Madison just gave you guys her phone where you saw two people strolling on the beach but the person tagged made your heart stop

@Coleenjonesz

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@Coleenjonesz: our weekly beach strolls are my favorite😊🖤.

@drewstarkey: always having fun with you🤩

@jonasjpate: love when cast mates hang out.

@thekook: wait but isn’t drew with @Y/N ??

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You weren’t following her so this was all news to you, you took the phone from madelyn’s hands and went through her other photos most of her recent ones was of her and Drew and she always had some cute little flirty caption to go with it he had liked everyone single one and almost commented on all of them.

You looked up with tears in your eyes at your two friends who looked mad and also sad because you were hurt. You handed Madison her phone back and she quickly unfollowed Coleen but I’m doing so a story popped up that she had posted.

Madison quickly gave the phone back to you so you could view the story when you clicked on it you saw a beautiful beach that the sun was setting on and then the camera moved over and there stood your boyfriend with coleen on his back and they were both laughing the camera stopped as they both fell.

“Oh my god I can’t believe this, what do I do? I can’t call him he is with her right now and he would probably not even answer considering he is occupied” you said as tears fell down your face. Madelyn quickly scooped you into her arms rubbing your back smoothingly Madison jumped onto the bed and joined in on the group hug.

“Wait till before the dinner we have planned she won’t be there and you guys are getting ready together right?”Madison questions you just nod to what she says. “So talk to him then explain that it makes you uncomfortable and stuff, and hear him out.”

“Yeah maybe it isn’t what it looks like at all, she is probably doing it for more followers.” Madelyn rolled her eyes.

“Ok yeah, you’re right I’ll just talk to him” you sighed hugging your two best friends smiling slightly.

Later that night you drove to you and Drew’s shared apartment to get ready for this dinner, you walked into the apartment to see drew on his phone laying on the couch “oh there is my favorite girl” drew said scooping you up in his arms, “Drew look we need to talk” you said awkwardly not looking him in his eyes.

“Ok what’s up?”

“What’s going on with you and that extra Coleen? The weekly beach walks her posting photos like she is dating you? I know what she does isn’t in your control but you can tell her to stop”

Drew stood up from where he was sitting “she is just a friend I don’t see the problem In that she wants to make it as more then just in extra so I gave her some advice, and we realized we have similar interests so we just hangout and the beach walks are not weekly we don’t hang out nearly as much as her instagram shows it, come on you should know this because I’m with you” drew exasperated getting mad. “I don’t care if she is just a friend Drew be here friend that’s great help her with work I don’t care, what bothers me is she take photos of you and with you like she is your girlfriend and then I look like a dumbass to the world for not noticing it” you said raising your hands up

“Baby, who cares what others think I know that I love you and only you and I know you love me so why do you care what people think?” Drew asked “no I’m telling you I feel like a dumbass” you said tears in your eyes “do you think I would cheat on you ?” When you don’t answer he raises his voice “DO you think I would cheat on you?” He asks again just more demanding

“No I don’t think you would I trust you I don’t trust others she clearly gives 0 fucks that you have a girlfriend, she acts like it’s not a thing and just throws herself on you and you catch her and are there because you’re soo oblivious to what is happening” you said pulling your phone up to go to her Instagram only to find out you’re blocked. “She blocked me on Instagram drew, who does that unless you have something to hide?” You cried out.

Drew could tell this was really bothering you and suddenly his anger sub sided, “hey hey look at me, you’re not a dumbass. I didn’t know this stuff bothered you she is just my friend there is nothing going on there and there never will be I love you and only you. I just didn’t see what you were seeing but I’ll speak to her and get the photos taken down and tell her to back off a little ok?” Drew said hugging you and kissing your head

You nodded your head sniffling a little “now I have to text the girls and let them know it’s ok” you said getting up to get your phone that you had thrown across the room.

Drew burst out laughing “you girls are weird, hold on babe let me text the boys and gossip about it I also need them to help me pick out my outfit for tonight I have 3 options” Drew said in a girly voice mocking you, Madelyn, and Madison “ oh ahaha you’re so fucking funny” you smiled throwing a pillow at him.

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RUDY:

You had just gotten back in Charleston, South Carolina to start filming season 2 of obx, the funny thing about filming obx is that you and everyone else forget you’re even working it’s really just a bunch of family goofing around. You and Rudy decided to drive down from LA to Charleston just the two of you, it was lots of fun taking lots of photos of the beautiful views and taking candid photos of Rudy without his knowledge and him doing it as well just enjoying one another’s company.

You’re on your first week of filming and so far so good you love being back at the beach with your friends catching up and making new memories, one of the extras from season 1 came back she played a touron that chugged some alcohol with Rudy as JJ and a small glimpse of a hookup was in season 1 her name was Peyton belcher, she didn’t have any lines not really so her character is kinda unknown she was called back this season to re claim her small touron roll.

Peyton wasn’t close with the cast but everyone is familiar of her so we were all happy to see her back. Rudy and you have been dating for a year now almost 2 now you played his love interest which made you guys closer and you couldn’t help but fall in love with one another, you and Rudy chase and Maddie are the biggest ships on the show your Instagram is always Bum barded with nice comments on you and Rudy’s relationship and also amazing edits of you guys you love them all and it fills you with so much happiness.

You were all on your first day off since filming again JD, Madison, you, chase, Rudy, and Madelyn. Were all on a boat drinking and enjoying the sun you were laying on a towel while Rudy had his arms wrapped around you showing JD and Chase a video he captured on your drive from LA to Charleston. You felt your phone buzz from beside you, you noticed it was a Instagram notification. Yes you have your Instagram notifications on because you forget to turn it off and you like being able to be in contact with your fans, you have made quite a few friendships with fans and talk daily.

You opened your new dm to see a fan account request to send you a message of course you accepted it always happy to talk to new people

Obxlover: hey I don’t want to bother you or scare you but I saw someone post a picture today of her and Rudy looking a little to cozy and I just wanted you to know, it’s probably nothing anyway i love you and the show. I’ll send the pic right now.

Y/N: hey you’re not bothering me at all I’m so glad you love the show and I love you too.

Obxlover: ( sent you a photo from @peyton.belcher )

You clicked the link to the photo.

Peyton.belcher:

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Peyton.belcher: back in Charlie with one of my favorites ever @obx😉

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You looked at the photo for a minute then back at your boyfriend “hey babe, when was this taken?” You asked him showing the phone up to him he took it from you looking at it confused “oh my god this was from when we did season one” he said laughing “I don’t know why she posted it tho considering we don’t talk barely but whatever” he said handing the phone back to you brushing it off like it’s nothing you shrugged your shoulders not really caring and continuing on with your fun with your friends.

Throughout the day on the boat you hear your phone pinging with notifications you pick it up wondering what is so important to see tons of people and can accounts sending you the same picture but some with screenshots of someone asking who is in the photo with Peyton and she responded saying the cutest boy she knows with a love heart next to it. You get irritated and mad and just turn your phone off to stop hearing and seeing all the posts and comments and questions of concern for your relationship with Rudy.

You all finally reach your destination being a restaurant on the water where you can pull up and dock your boat and just walk in, you still annoyed pick all your things up quickly and make your way off the boat as quick as possible walking ahead of everyone else “hey uh is she good or?” JD asks no one in particular “she probably saw what peyton said about Rudy being the cutest guy she knows under the post she posted fans are dming me worrying about you guys relationship so I’m sure her phone is blowing up she is probably just frustrated” Madison suggested trying to catch up to you.

“Dude are you with Peyton?” Chase stops walking and asks Rudy who just stares at him shocked, “are you serious right now why would you think that? That photo was from a year ago I would never ever hurt YN ever !!” Rudy yelled looking chase dead in the eyes you and Madison were still making your way to the restaurant but stopped when you heard Rudy yelling which is not like him at all you both look at one another and turn around to see what’s happening.

“If I thought you were cheating imagine how y/n feels right now, I’m sure her phone is blowing up with people saying things about you guys and Peyton I’m sorry you’re mad but it’s the first thing that came to mind I mean it looks like it from Instagram” chase said defensively

You and Madison started walking over slowly to the scene next to madelyn and JD who were watching awkwardly off to the side. “I’m not cheating on her I would never cheat on anyone ever ! I’m In love with y/n man I want to marry her and have so many kids why would I fuck something up with some girl I barely know ?? And why are you getting mad at me for something peyton posted !” Rudy screamed in chases face Rudy was on the brink of tears you could tell cause he was slightly shaking

You dropped your bags and ran to Rudy pushing him away from chase and pulled him in your arms stroking his hair “I know you weren’t cheating that never even crossed my mind babe, yeah I’m annoyed by my phone blowing up and being told you’re with her and not me and so on and so forth and it’s annoying that she is saying all these flirty things but I was never upset with you” you whispered to Rudy but the others could hear because they all smiled and wrapped each other in a hug watching the scene unfold “I’m in love with you to but I’m only ( your age ) give it a few years before you propose yeah ?” You question looking at him

“Yeah ok, I love you” Rudy says grabbing your hands and taking you to the restaurant for some food.

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💌 🍼 🌸 🎂 🕊️ for all!!!

Sweet and Pure asks [Accepting!]

YOU SPOIL ME IFNSIODF THANK YOU SO MUCH.

💌- diary or journal?

Answered here!

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Ah.. I can’t really pick one.. I um.. reminisce too much.. and I cherish all the memories I make, both the good and bad.

But... If I r-really had to choose.. Thinking back on how far everyone has come.. The very first meal we had after we defeated Emet-Selch... Not just our party, but with the scions too! There are many points in my life where I believed we were going to die... But with every battle, every step we take forward.. it just makes me more grateful that we’re still alive.. still here to fight the better fight.”

 🌸- what is your favorite flower?

Answered here!

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“O-Oh.. W-well assuming that I can’t ask for more wishes...I would wish for an end to Garlean occupation in nations they’ve invaded.

My second wish.. I-I’d wish for any remaining ascians to stop their attempts at a rejoining! T-that may be selfish of me.. especially after... after I’ve learned much about their motives.. and why they would seek to destroy our star in order to restore their own.. B-but.. I-It is as Alphinaud said! Our lives... the memories we have of our homes.. It’s not any less important than the lives of the past that were lost!

O-Oh.. that got a little serious there.. but.. um.. I’d use my third wish.. to become stronger! Strong enough.. to be able to better protect others.. and be more useful. As I am now.. I’m just..n-n-not good enough.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“A-ah.. Habits.. Um.. Well.. L-let’s see.. I tend to.. avoid crowds..? I-I have a habit of writing in my journal whenever I get a new task and... Um.. I-I visit the twin adders barracks a lot.”

// Illya’s never gonna tell you her actual body language / habits she uses to cover up her feelings.. so I have to. She avoids eye contact when she’s hiding something, typically by turning her head away or tilting her head down so her eyes are covered by the shadow cast by her bangs. Another bad habit she has is skipping meals, especially if she feels like she doesn’t have enough time in the day. Thirdly, she clenches her fist a lot when she’s angry or upset, bonus if she clenches a part of her clothing or holds her fist against her chest.

💌- diary or journal?

“I don’t really have either.. though maybe I should keep a journal after everyone’s tellin’ me how forgetful I am. Just seems like a pain in the ass havin’ to write every little detail in some grimy book wherever ya go.

A diary may be fun though. I just gotta write what I’m feelin’ into it and stuff, right? ‘Dear diary, slayed another primal today, wish I had some ale right now’. Hmm.. sounds kinda boring.”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Our fight with Gaius made me realize there’s an adventurer in me that I never thought was there before. Before then, I was just doin’ this adventurin’ thing for the money.. and not really cause there was any other option either. Hunt or be hunted.. that sorta thing. Never considered myself the heroic type either..

But beatin’ the livin’ crap outta Gaius and that stinkin’ Ultima toy of his, and gettin’ to have Thancred’s thanks for freeing him from ascian control.. heh, it felt... fulfilling. Bein’ called a hero is fulfillin’. But I knew I’d have died if it weren’t for the others bein’ there with me as a team. I realized then that I liked em, and that I wanted to continue fightin’ by their side.”

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“I’m not the sort that pays a ton of attention to flowers. You askin’ for Illya or somethin’? If I had to pick.. maybe somethin’ like Chrysanthemums? They’re the best for brewin’ tea after all, right?”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Oh man! What wouldn’t I wish for?? Lots of money? Lotsa cute girls surroundin’ me? Gettin’ Laurelis to always make her dance partner for that sweet damage boost...? Actually forget that last one, I ain’t stingy. I share my buffs with my bro with the big magic damage too, he deserves it.

Hm? Oh, yeah I guess and world peace, or whatever.. As if this kinda three wishes thing will ever come true, though.”

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“The pals say I have a bad habit of talkin’ in my sleep but I don’t know if that’s true. Do I look like the sorta guy who’d do that? Ahh.. Also non-bards out there probably can’t relate.. but I flex my fingers a lot durin’ down times. Hey, grippin’ a bowstring for hours on the field ain’t a joke. Takes a lot of strength outta your arms, and especially cramps up your fingers, even for a pro like me!

Oh right! I was told I laugh too loudly too! But ain’t my fault that my voice’s just trained to be bold like that! I’m a goddamn bard!”

💌- diary or journal?

“I keep a journal of my daily routines and tabs on scores I have left to settle.”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Favorite memory? That’d be.. when I saw the old man smiling so warmly up at me for the first time in twelve summers, I suppose. And I owe that smile to Illya. This debt’s the only reason why I joined them, and I’d rather not elaborate much else on that.”

// To elaborate: his clan got into a heap of trouble. Illya and Laurelis meet him for the first time after hearing that the elder of the clan, Sigfred’s grandfather needed help to fight off a rival father. The elder is caught and nearly dies, but Illya saves him and even risks her own life to supply enough aether to sustain him. Before then, Sigfred was a bit of a jerk towards her. Since then however, he feels indebted to her and thus agreed to join the two and the scions after they learn he possesses the echo too. Of all the members of the Warriors of Light squad, he has the softest spot for Illya and never yells at her.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“Don’t have any. Do succulents count? They’re low maintenance.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“Sounds too good to be true. What’s the catch?”

// Hardass will never tell you that he’d just need one wish, which is for everyone he loves and cares about to be safe and never be in sort of danger ever again. He wouldn’t bother with the other two wishes. Even if it means he has to be the sole person left to fight.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“....Tch. I guess I’m as they say - too ill-tempered and brash. Think I accidentally swore in front of a bunch of kids too, but it wasn’t on purpose. I’m not afraid to admit I’m a little too reliant on caffeine.”

💌- diary or journal?

“GUAHAHA! Foolish mortal.. you aim to peer into the mind of a tyrant lord?? The chaos that rages in my mind.. is not one any weak minds can hope to comprehend or understand! That one would think I’d be naive enough to pen my thoughts down into physical letters... HAH!”

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

“Twas many millenias ago that the almighty god of chaos before you conquered the very depths of hell and all of the underworld’s secret magicks! Hellfire rained, tundras roared! Not even the ruins of carteneau could hope to match the anarchy I left in the wake of my conquest!!”

// Real answer: When the squad finally drove the garleans out of doma. It was at that time he felt for the first time in years that he finally got closure on his painful past and moved on to a new family. It was also the first time he’s ever shown his true personality in front of them.

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

“Why, nothing symbolizes death and darkness better than the spider lily does it not?! I dare say the hues of its petals burn as red as the wrath I hold in my heart.”

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

“DEATH TO THE WORLD! THAT RUINATION BEFALL THIS WRETCHED EARTH! FOR ARMAGEDDON!”

// He’d wish for his family to be brought back to life, for the damage done to doma to be undone and for zenos’ death. Of all my OCs, Heisuke has the biggest personal grudge against the garleans, and it’s all funneled to zenos for being an extra big pain in the ass especially of all people. There’s also the fact that he genuinely believes Zenos dying would make the world a much better place.

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

“NONE! Ask not such impudent questions to the lord of tyrants ever again, mortal!”

// Heisuke’s biggest habit is being the biggest liar of any of my OCs, even more than Illya. He’s a natural at acting, even for roles he doesn’t necessarily want to do. Other things he does is hide his face behind a hood, partly for the same reason as Illya in which to hide his emotions, but partly also because it looks cool. Third habit’s that he sometimes bites his lips so hard when he’s angry that it starts to bleed.

[hearts-hunger]

“D’you need a pencil, love?”

Part Four || Masterlist

Summary: Roger, Brian, and Freddie take you out to one of their favorite restaurants, and lots of fluff ensues as you get to know them.

Pairings: College!Roger x Reader

Word Count: 5k (damn I really went off with this one laddios)

Warnings: Smoking? Dunno if that needs a warning but it’s there in case!

A/N: As long as this one is, I’m really proud of it and excited for you to read it because it’s so cute. Like, the fluffy sweetness is enough to send you into a diabetic coma. Thank you all so much for your lovely comments! It’s so encouraging to know you guys like this. I hope you like this part! ♥

The four of you chatted the whole ride, butting into each other’s conversations and keeping up a running commentary on the songs that came on the radio while you all belted the choruses. You learned that Freddie was studying fashion design at Ealing Art College and that he’d been a fan of Smile’s ever since Tim had dragged him to their first show.

“Freddie’s our biggest fan,” Brian joked.

“It’s true, though,” Freddie said. “Not that it says much, because you really don’t have that many followers. The masses don’t appreciate true talent.”

“Y/N appreciates it though, don’t you, love?” Roger said.

“Definitely,” you agreed. “Now you’ve got a grand total of two fans.”

Freddie laughed. “We’ll be the presidents of the fan club, won’t we?” His eyes swept over your outfit. “I do like your style, my dear, it’s very bohemian.”

“Oh, thanks,” you said with a smile. “The shirt’s actually Roger’s.”

“It looks much better on you than it ever has on him,” Freddie said smartly. You grinned as Roger gave a huff of indignation.

“You’re going to argue with me?” Freddie asked him.

“Well, no, but - ”

“You’re very pretty, Rog, but I’m afraid she’s got you beat.”

Roger laughed. “I agree,” he said easily. “She’s got most beat.”

You felt heat rise to your face, glowing with his compliment.

“You’ve got her blushing, Rog, bless her,” Freddie said affectionately. “Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He comes across as very cocky but he means what he says.”

Roger met your eyes in the rearview mirror, his own showing his smile. “Fred’s right, you know.”

You smiled back, and for a second, it was as if it were only you and Roger in the car. There was something between you, a connection that had been made in these last few hours that you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to break.

“Of course I’m right,” Freddie said. “I know you better than anybody, dear. I’m the one who has to live with you, after all.”

You looked over at Freddie. “You two live together?”

“We’re flatmates,” Freddie told you. “And business partners.”

“Do I want to know what kind of business?” you teased.

Roger laughed. “What kind of shady stuff d’you reckon I’m involved in, love?”

“Nothing, I hope,” you said with a laugh. “I’m going out to the other side of London with you, after all.”

“Brian wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” Freddie said. “Would you, Brian?”

“No, I certainly would not,” Brian said. “You’re perfectly safe with us, Y/N, on my honor.”

“I know,” you assured them with a smile. “I’m only teasing.” It really hadn’t occurred to you to be nervous, which was odd considering you were an anxious person by nature. Normally you’d never have guessed you’d be out with three guys at this time of night. But you were enjoying yourself, and Roger and his mates had been nothing short of gentlemen with you. You’d decided to let go of the anxiety that usually held you back and just go with it.

“So what is this honest line of work you’re in?” you asked Roger.

“Freddie and I have a stall in Kensington Market,” he said.

“Oh, I actually know where that is,” you said excitedly. It was one of the few places you’d been in your journeys around London. “What do you sell?”

“Oh, loads of things,” Freddie supplied. “The most fashionable clothes you can imagine, darling. Roger, you’ve got to bing her by so I can try her in that blue shawl, you know, the one with the beading?”

Freddie studied your face with the intensity of an artist looking at a canvas. “It’d look simply divine with your eye color. You’ve got the prettiest eyes, you know.”

You blushed. “Thanks.”

“You’re stealing all my lines, Fred!” Roger complained.

Freddie grinned. “Oh, do say you’ll come by, darling,” he said to you. “We’ll have a ball dressing you up, and Roger can compliment you until he’s blue in the face.”

You laughed. “I’d love to.”

Roger slowed the van as he looked around the crowded London street for somewhere to park; he found a spot and expertly maneuvered parallel parking.

“Good lord, we’re seven bloody blocks away,” Freddie said as you all got out, looking down the busy street. “You really know how to find a good spot, don’t you, Roger?”

Roger laughed. “If you’d been paying any attention at all, you’d have seen that there weren’t any spots closer. I know you’re a diva, Fred, but you’re going to have to walk like the rest of us commoners.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, dear,” Freddie said with a wave of his hand. “You’re rather more of a blonde knight in shining armor in the grand scheme of my kingdom.”

“And what am I in this feudal system?” Brian asked as you started walking.

“You can be the bard,” Freddie said. “Very highly valued in the court.”

“And Y/N’s the queen?” Roger offered.

Freddie looked pleased that Roger and Brian were in on the game. “Right you are, Roger.” He gave you a mischievous smile. “I’m usually the Queen, as they well know, but I humbly cede the throne to you, my dear. I’ll be the court jester and wear silly hats and play the fool for everybody’s pleasure.”

“You’ll be good at that, won’t you?” Brian teased.

“Keep talking like that and I’ll have you demoted to pageboy, Mr. May,” Freddie said.

“Alright, ok,” Brian said with a laugh. “Actually, I wanted to ask you your opinion about one of the songs, since we tried out what you said last time and I think it really worked well...”

Freddie moved closer to Brian as they chatted, both of them going ahead and leaving you and Roger walking behind them. Without Freddie and Brian’s company, there was a companionable silence between the two of you for a moment.

“D’you mind if I smoke?” he asked.

“No, go ahead,” you said. You watched as he fished a lighter and a slightly flattened carton of Marlboro Red cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Want one?” he asked you, holding one between his teeth.

“No, thanks,” you said. He put the carton back in his pocket and lit his cigarette, giving a contented sigh as he took a drag.

“Does this kill the magic for you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Knowing that I smoke,” he said. “I’ve met girls who really don’t like it.”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’ve smoked before, so it doesn’t bother me.” In fact, if you were honest with yourself, it was kind of attractive in a bad-boy rocker sort of way.

“And here I thought you were a goody two-shoes,” he teased.

You laughed. “I don’t know where you got that idea. I’m out with you instead of studying, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but you were actually paying attention in class this morning,” he said with a smile. “I was too busy being distracted by you.”

You blushed. “Everybody was distracted by me,” you said. “I came in late and disrupted the whole class.”

“Maybe,” he conceded. “But that was only for a second. You’ve had me absolutely mad since you sat down next to me, and I don’t reckon you’ll let up anytime soon.”

You looked up at him and saw his shy smile; you couldn’t help one of your own.

“You’re quite the charmer, Roger Taylor,” you said. “You do this with all the girls?”

He met your eyes, studying you with a thoughtful expression. “No,” he said simply. “But you seem to think I do.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment. “No I don’t,” you lied.

He gave you a gentle smile. “Yeah, you do,” he said. He took a drag of his cigarette, breathing out a stream of sweet-smelling smoke into the cool night air.

“And that’s ok,” he continued. “I’m not accusing you or angry or anything. We’ve only just met, so it’s natural you’re hedging. But I hope you’ll give me the chance to prove that I really do mean everything I say. Especially the stuff you didn’t think anyone would say about you.”

You took a breath. “You honestly, really want to keep hanging out with me? Like, past tonight?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I do,” he said. “I really like you, Y/N. I wouldn’t have asked you out tonight if I didn’t, and I wouldn’t be planning how to ask to see you tomorrow if I hadn’t had fun with you tonight.”

“You want to see me tomorrow?”

“Mmh, if you’re free. And if you also want to see me.”

“I do,” you said earnestly. “And... I’m sorry if I offended you. I don’t mean to brush off your compliments or make it seem like I don’t think you’re being honest.”

You twisted your fingers together like you did when you were nervous. “I just... I’ve never had a guy say such sweet things about me,” you confessed. “Much less like me enough to want to ask me out again. And you’re not just any guy, either - you’re talented and smart and handsome and funny, and you like me, and you asked me out on two dates in one day, and you want to see me again tomorrow, and - ”

You cut yourself off, your cheeks red. You tucked your hair behind your ear. “Um, sorry, that was kind of...” Clingy? Insane? Way too much? All of the above?

Roger cleared his throat, his cheeks an endearing pink.

“No, don’t apologize,” he said softly. “I, ah... don’t really know what to say.”

You bit your lip, pleased that he’d liked what you said.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you said. “But since we’re practicing trusting one another, you should know that I also mean what I say.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a smile.

You smiled back at him, feeling a warm glow in your chest. How could a guy you’d only just met make you feel so at home beside him?

“Alright, lovebirds,” Brian’s voice broke in. You and Roger shared a nervous laugh as you looked away from each other, the spell broken but the warmth still there. You came up to where Brian and Freddie were standing, F. Cooke’s green storefront spilling light out onto the street from the big windows. Roger dropped his cigarette onto the sidewalk and put it out with his heel.

“Have yourselves a nice chat, darlings?” Freddie teased.

“Better than yours,” Roger said, holding the door open for you. You went inside the quaint little restaurant, followed by the boys; you could see right off why they liked it, with its unassuming air and the charming aesthetic you guessed hadn’t been updated in the last decade. Fats Domino’s “Ain’t That a Shame” played softly from a jukebox in the corner.

“Actually our conversation was very productive,” Brian told Roger as the four of you packed into a wooden booth by the window, you and Brian on the inside. “Freddie’s got some great ideas for the set.”

“I’m always badgering them with my ideas,” Freddie told you. “It’s a wonder they’ve put up with me for this long.”

“Your ideas are always good,” Brian said; you could tell he meant it. “I dunno why Tim doesn’t think so, but Roger and I do, don’t we, Rog?”

“Absolutely, mate,” Roger assured Freddie. “Keep ‘em coming. The set could use a little pick-me-up.”

“You flatter me, darlings,” Freddie said, a bit bashful. “Come on, Rog, let’s get your girl something to eat before she decides never to come out with us again.”

Roger turned to you. “I would ask you what you want, but basically what they’ve got here is pies and mash. Does that sound ok?”

“Yeah,” you said, kind of unsure as to what exactly pies and mash consisted of, but you weren’t picky. “Do you want me to give you cash, or - ?”

“No, absolutely not,” Roger said. “I’ve got it. Well, we’ve got it. We usually pool the tab.”

“I can’t let you buy me dinner, too,” you said. “Not when you already paid for coffee earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Roger assured you sweetly. “It’s my pleasure.”

“And mine,” Brian said.

Freddie grinned. “Mine too. Call it a date of friendship, darling. We’re taking you out as a way of celebrating your debut into the group.”

You gave them a smile. “Okay,” you agreed. “Thank you.”

“Good girl,” Freddie said. He took the ten pound note that Brian offered him as he stood with Roger to order.

“I’ll get us some jellied eel, too,” Freddie said. “Just a small one.”

“You hate jellied eel,” Brian reminded him.

“I know,” Freddie said. “But Y/N can’t come to F. Cooke’s and not try it. Besides, Roger likes it, don’t you, darling?”

“Makes for terrible-tasting kisses,” Roger joked. “But you’re right, Y/N does have to try it.”

You didn’t know why you felt a little flustered at his mention of kissing; it was probably just an offhand joke. But if his imagination was anything like yours, maybe he had been considering the possibility of sharing a kiss at the end of the night.

“You don’t actually have to if you don’t want to,” Roger told you.

You blushed, not sure what he was referring to. “Have to what?”

“Try the jellied eel,” he clarified. “It’s an... acquired taste, let’s say.”

“Oh,” you said, mildly embarrassed that you’d thought for a second he was talking about kissing you. “Um, it sounds horrible, quite frankly, but Freddie’s right. I should get the whole experience.”

“Atta girl,” Roger said with a smile. “Won’t be a minute.”

Freddie and Roger went over to the counter to order, leaving you and Brian in the booth.

“Am I in your way?” he asked, shifting his legs. “I know I’ve got the longest legs out of us, but Freddie insists on being on the outside.”

You smiled. “No, you’re fine.”

“Feel free to tell me to move,” he said. “Or just move me out of the way yourself, I don’t mind. Fred and Rog do it often enough.”

You laughed. “How long have you all been friends?”

Brian looked thoughtful. “I’ve known Roger for over a year now, and Tim brought Freddie to one of the shows a few months after that. But it feels like we’ve known each other for a lot longer. We get on really well.”

“Are you all close with Tim, too?” you asked.

Brian shrugged. “I mean, I am - I went to secondary school with him, and before Roger came on we used to be a band called ‘1984’ with a few of our school mates.”

“1984, huh?” you said. “Are you a big George Orwell fan?”

He smiled. “Yeah, when we read it in school it blew our minds.”

“It freaked me out,” you admitted.

“Oh, me too,” he said with a laugh. “It’s absolutely bonkers, and being the impressionable kids we were, we decided that it would be a great name for a band. Roger’s gold, though - I wanted a real Ginger Baker kind of drummer, and Rog’s knocked it off the charts.”

“Sorry,” you said, a little embarrassed, “who’s Ginger Baker?”

“Drummer for Cream,” Brian said. “They did, um - ” His hands went naturally as if he was holding a guitar, his fingers making chord shapes as he hummed a riff.

“Oh, ‘Sunshine of Your Love,’ right?” you asked, recognizing the tune.

“Yeah, exactly,” he said, pleased you’d gotten it. “What kind of music d’you like?”

“My favorite’s the Beatles,” you said. “I could listen to them all day.”

“Who couldn’t?” he agreed. “We got a lot of inspiration from Sgt. Pepper, actually. George has got this really unique style of playing that I love, really sharp and crisp, you know?”

You smiled. “I don’t know a ton about music from the technical side,” you said, “but I thought you guys had a different sound than what people usually have. I really liked it. Your solo on, um - ”

You racked your brain for what he’d said the title of the song was.

“How did it go?” Brian asked patiently.

“Um, it started off with ‘yesterday, my life was in ruin’ - ”

His whole fact lit up with his smile. “‘Doing Alright’,” he said. “That’s what it’s called. You liked that one?”

“Yeah,” you enthused. “Your solo was really cool. I mean, you were great the whole time, but you played that part so fast and you didn’t mess it up at all and it was really impressive.”

You could see you’d made him blush. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “I’m glad you liked it. I don’t think I’ve perfected it yet, but it’s slowly getting there.”

“What’s getting there?”

You and Brian looked up to see Freddie and Roger come over, bearing several plates of food. They set them in the middle of the table and got in the booth next to you.

“My solo on ‘Doing Alright’,” Brian said, starting to distribute the food. “Y/N was saying how much she liked it.”

“As well she should,” Roger said. “It sounds better and better every night.”

He put a plate in front of you and you saw that pies and mash wasn’t anything exotic - it was a meat pie and mashed potatoes in parsley sauce, and it smelled delicious.

“What d’you think?” Roger asked as you all dug into your food.

“Mmh,” you said around a bite. “Wonderful.”

You were all quiet for a few minutes as you ate, a Buddy Holly song filling the space between you.

“So what are you studying, darling?” Freddie asked you after a minute. “You’re at Imperial with these two, right?”

“I am,” you said. “I’m studying history. Roger and I have a chemistry class together.”

“Chemistry, hm?” Freddie teased. “Seems appropriate.”

You gave a shy laugh. “I forgot my pencil bag at my apartment,” you said, “and Roger was kind enough to lend me a pen.”

“I’m surprised Roger was so prepared for class,” Brian said.

“Shut it,” Roger said with a laugh. “I’m prepared sometimes.”

“Not usually,” Brian told you.

You laughed. “Well, we’ve already made plans to study together, so hopefully we can keep each other accountable. In that class, at least.”

“Ooh, a study date?” Freddie said. “Very sweet. I like it.”

“You know, I’m glad you said that, Fred,” Roger said sarcastically. “I was hoping you’d like it, as I’d planned on asking you to come too.”

“Don’t be silly,” Freddie said. “I’m at an art school for a reason, darling. I’d rather do anything else than study chemistry.”

“That’s too bad,” you said. “Roger and I were really hoping you’d come along.”

Freddie laughed. “Now I know you’re really making fun. But I rather like having you come out with us, darling, and as far as I’m concerned you’re welcome whenever you like.”

“Same here,” Brian said around a bite.

You smiled at them. You liked spending time with them too, and you liked the thought of being friends and doing this like this with them.

“Thanks for having me,” you said. “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Oh, the fun’s only just beginning,” Roger said, clinking his spoon on the side of the bowl. “I think it’s time to try the jellied eel.”

You took a good look at the contents of the bowl and tried to keep your thoughts to yourself about it; no such luck, as all three of them started to laugh.

“Her face says it all, Rog,” Brian said. “You’re really going to have her try it?”

“Only if she wants to,” Roger said. He looked to you, amusement in his expression. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I’m considering taking you up on that,” you said. It looked about as appealing as it sounded, but maybe it tasted better than it looked.

“Here, we’ll all have some,” Roger said.

You laughed at Freddie’s slightly horrified expression. “You were the one who said I had to have the whole experience, Freddie.”

“And you do, darling, but I’ve already had mine and that should make me exempt from ever having to do it again.”

“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport,” Brian said. “If I’m having some, you’re having some.”

True to his word, Brian was the first to spoon a bite of the jello into his mouth. You all watched him expectantly for his verdict.

“Not as bad as I remember it, actually,” he said, surprised. “Okay, Fred, your turn.”

“Lord help me,” Freddie said, shaking his head. He took a bite and his displeasure was unmistakable, making you laugh.

“It’s not really that bad, is it?” you asked him.

He looked doubtful as he took a swig of his drink. “Doesn’t matter, you can’t back out now.”

Roger laughed. “D’you want to go next, or should I?”

“You go,” you said. “And you can tell me your honest opinion.”

Roger took a bite, giving you an amused smile as he did. “I think it tastes good, but obviously opinions vary from person to person.”

“I’m kind of scared, based on the intensity of Freddie’s reaction,” you joked.

“Well, do you like eel?” Freddie asked.

“This will be my first time trying eel, as a matter of fact,” you said.

“Consider this your christening,” Roger said, scooping up a bite with his spoon and holding it out for you. “I’d give you the spoon but I don’t trust you.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him an affectionately exasperated look. “Alright, let’s have it.”

You leaned forward and Roger fed you the bite; you immediately felt that Freddie has been right.

“You hate it, don’t you?” Roger asked, his face bright with amusement.

You swallowed. “It’s... interesting.”

He laughed. “You hate it.”

“I’m with you, darling,” Freddie said. “But now you’ve had the F. Cooke’s experience, and unless a certain astrophysicist decides to make you try it again, you’ve fulfilled your duty.”

“Don’t worry, Fred,” Brian teased affectionately. “I save such petty challenges for you and you only.”

Freddie snorted. “Charmed, I’m sure.”

You nudged Roger’s shoulder lightly with your own. “Sorry, can I get by you? I need to wash my hands.”

“Sure thing, love,” he said, standing and stepping aside so you could get out of the booth. “Loo’s right around that corner.”

You looked where he indicated and did indeed see a sign for the bathroom. You left the boys at the table teasing each other about the jellied eel and went through the door to the ladies’.

You looked at your reflection as you washed your hands, noticing the rosy pink in your cheeks and the smile that wouldn’t seem to go away. You hadn’t dreamed your day would turn out so wonderfully, with the affections of a sweet guy and two new friends to call your own. It was something straight out of one of your romance novels, and Roger had already talked about seeing you again. You were fairly glowing with how lovely the day had been.

When you came out, you saw that the plates had been taken away. You glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past ten. It wasn’t that late, all things considered, but it was still a school night.

“You’ve got classes early tomorrow, don’t you?” Roger asked, guessing what you were thinking about.

“Unfortunately,” you said apologetically.

Roger stood, followed by Freddie and Brian. “Well, I guess we should get you home, then. Can’t have you rushing in late tomorrow, can we?” he said with a wink.

You smiled. “I would prefer to avoid that,” you agreed, going through the door he held open for you into the chilly night air. You snuggled further into Roger’s shirt, thankful again that he’d let you borrow it.

“Though, who knows?” you teased. “I might get to borrow a pen from a pretty stranger.”

“Better not,” Roger said. “I expect you to have my pen on your person at all times so you’ll never be caught unprepared. What kind of guy would I be if I let some other bloke rescue my girl?”

You felt a rush of warmth at that. His girl? You felt you might melt right there in the middle of the sidewalk.

He looked mildly panicked. “Sorry if that was a little forward,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean - ”

“No, it’s alright,” you assured him. “It’s... more than alright, actually.”

He started to say something but Freddie cut him off.

“Listen here, you two, you’re very sweet, but it’s bloody freezing out here.”

You and Roger laughed.

“You’re a demanding one, aren’t you?” Roger said. “Come on, then.”

The four of you started the walk back to the van, your pace quickened by the cold. Roger lit another cigarette and you asked him for a drag.

“You can have your own, if you want,” he said.

“No, thanks,” you said. “I mostly want to get the taste of jellied eel out of my mouth.”

He laughed then, his smile lighting up his face as he handed you the cigarette. You took it from him and took a few quick drags, tasting the sweetness of the smoke fill your mouth.

“You’re not half bad at that,” he said when you handed it back, the smoke swirling in front of you as you exhaled.

“My dad smokes,” you said. “He caught me sneaking one time and instead of getting me in trouble he taught me how to do it without choking to death.”

“Your dad sounds pretty cool,” he said.

“He is, actually,” you said with a smile. You thought of him and your family, all the way across the ocean.

“You miss him a lot, don’t you?” Roger asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded. “Yeah, sometimes I get pretty homesick. But it gets easier, especially when I’m with my friends.”

“Well, now you’ve got us three,” Roger said. “And you can count on us if you ever need a distraction from getting too homesick, or anything else.”

You smiled up at him. “Thanks, Roger,” you said. “That really means a lot to me.”

“Sure thing, love,” he said sweetly. He put out his cigarette as you all got in the van again, your ride home consisting of more jokes and more laughter and more singing along to whatever wasn’t on the BBC. You directed Roger to your flat, and he pulled off at the walkway leading up to the house where you rented a room with your friend Sadie.

“Thanks for driving me back,” you said, getting out of the van.

“Of course,” Roger said, getting out too. “But I’m walking you in, just to check you’re safely squared away.”

“Goodnight, boys,” you called in to Brian and Freddie.

“Goodnight, darling,” Freddie said.

“‘Night, Y/N,” Brian said.

You smiled as Roger came around the front of the van and joined you, walking a little closer together up to your door than was technically necessary.

He stopped on the second to last stair; on the porch, you were almost the same height as him. You didn’t say anything for a moment, his lovely blue eyes meeting yours with an endearing shyness.

“I had a wonderful time tonight,” he said.

“Me too,” you said, meaning it. “I’m glad I forgot my pen this morning.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, me too. You’re...” He hesitated, his smile bashful. “I don’t even have the right word for you, Y/N. You’re the most incredible girl I’ve ever met.”

You smiled, feeling butterflies. “You’re not so bad yourself, Roger Taylor.”

His lips parted into a perfect bow as he looked over your face. “Can I... I mean, could I kiss you?”

You couldn’t help your grin. “Sure.”

He smiled back at you before leaning in, his gentle kiss tasting of Marlboro Reds. His mouth was every bit as soft as you’d imagined, and his contented little sigh nearly made you lightheaded with happiness.

He pulled back after a moment, his cheeks adorably pink. He gave you a sweet smile.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked.

You bit your lip, still feeling his on yours. “I’d love to. Would you change your mind if I asked to study?”

He laughed. “Not if you don’t mind studying at Kensington Market,” he said. “I told Fred I’d be there at some point, and that way we can kill two birds with one stone. And Freddie can dress you up during our study breaks.”

You smiled. “Okay,” you agreed. “I only have two classes tomorrow, so I’ll be done by noon.”

“Works for me,” he said. “We’ll get some lunch too, that way you won’t have to go another day with me being a complete idiot and forgetting to feed you.”

You laughed. “Only if you let me buy this time.”

“If you insist,” he said. “Though I have to warn you, if we go for a fourth date, it’s going to be my duty as a gentleman to pick up the tab.”

“You’re already planning a fourth date?” you teased, secretly pleased by the idea.

He gave you a smile with such affection in it that it nearly took your breath away.

“I’m already planning a fortieth date, love,” he said gently. He leaned close and kissed you again, chastely. “Sleep well. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” you echoed, a bit dazed with how enamored of him you were.

He flashed you a smile as he started back down the steps, heading to where Freddie and Brian were surely waiting to tease him for the whole ride home. You remembered you were still wearing his shirt and had a moment of panic.

“Wait!” you called. He turned and looked up at you, searching your face.

“I’m still wearing your shirt,” you told him.

He grinned. “Keep it. One less shirt is a small price to pay for getting to kiss you, love.”

You couldn’t help your smile, remembering that he’d said nearly the same thing about losing a pen only to gain you. You blew him a kiss; he reached up and pretended to catch it.

“Now you’ve got something of mine, too,” you said. “Goodnight, Roger.”

He looked at you with an adoration that made your whole body warm. “Goodnight, love.”

You looked over him one last time before you unlocked the door and went inside, your heartbeat loud in the quiet of the house. You put a hand to your mouth and felt your smile, certain that this had been the best night of your life.

Read Part Five!

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[solarcaravan]

- A Ghost Say’s Hello -

This is an open event for everyone. We’re almost out of the Summer Seas. Are you all ready?

For the Summer Seas being so feared, this trip was going well. No one really knew what was keeping them so safe. It not like the myths were wrong. On no certainly not. At noon you would see rivers in the distance. Shadows became rich lakes with fertile ground. Yet when the people of the Caravan saw these things they weren’t tempted. They simply understood them in their full complexity. Seeing both the illusion and the truth that it was just an illusion. They could respect the magic of this desert but still remain with friends. It certainly helped that water was in no short supply.

If ones rations ran out there was always someone willing to share. They were over a week into the travel. In a couple more days they would be out of the Summer Seas and in the Grasslands surrounding it. A tiny village was already prepared for the large groups incoming and would be ready for a celebration and market. This information came from Prax. Scio (@scioandvella ) had seemed worried when they said they were going to be heading to a very small village. So Prax had made sure to send word via a paper bird. When the village got it the bird would unfurl into a letter with all the information of their visit plus an ‘egg’ that would release another paper bird for the village to respond with. The village had responded with great excitement, thrilled for the chance to hold such a prosperous market and celebration.

As the sun started to set the Caravan started to get ready for night. Night had been a fun time so far. Relaxing after a hard days venture and just spending time in one's own comfort. Whether that was sitting in the cold sand or with friendly company.

One of the travelers was an excellent cook and would be preparing a meal for everyone. As people got their tents and the like out for the night, soft music could be heard. At first the music felt normal. It was all too common for someone to be playing music. Yet this sounded different. No instrument of earth could create such a sound. Was it the stars that serenade them this night? No one knew. And as it stay consistent and soft, people went back to what they were doing. There is no point in chasing a sound with no source.

When dinner came around Prax made sure that Lavender ( @ghosttcryptids) joined them in the meal. Even if they were quiet Prax wanted them to feel welcome and enjoy the stories that were often shared by the campfire. The Dream Merchant ( @thedreammerchant) was talking with another story weaver. And while the conversation was pleasant, it soon became a light hearted battle to see who could tell the most wild story while keeping the attention of the growing crowd. The two story tellers played off of one another with ease. Dinner was a pleasant time of soft conversation and quiet craft making. Yet something changed. The music of the stars halted.

Then with a sudden surge the music erupted in a chorus of ethereal notes. Cascading from the heavens the pace swelled around each and everyone. With one loud note the Machine fell to the ground. A large gust of sand flew out from it’s impact. Instead of being battered by harsh sand, pale dust scattered through the air. Just as suddenly as the music changing, a wave of ghostly water came gushing out of the sand dunes around the caravan. It was refreshing and crystalline, as it rose above the heads over the travelers they were still able to breath. Clothes lifted up ever so slightly, bodies felt lighter, that and the teal glow was all that really changed for them.

 One thing to the next the massive skeleton of some sea serpent came rushing out of the sand dunes. It’s head was taller than any of the wagons. It’s eyes were empty voids. It glides around the Caravan easily passing through their tangible world. Upon the tail of the serpent came a massive boat. It was impressive in it’s dark splendor. Blue sails hung on dark wood. The crew were merely clips of the imagination. Blinking in and out as they went about their tasks. Standing tall on the bow was skeleton. She was dressed in lush captain’s garb with silver engravings in her bones. With ease she tossed a row boat down into the ghost waters (which it floated in) and hopped aboard it.

“Hello fine Travelers! I am so pleased to finally meet you! The name is Amberlin Lee Jackins of South Port. Other there is Kitten .” The captain gestured over to  creature who swam in slow circles around the Travelers. “I’ve been trying to make contact for sometime now. But your friend in the walkin house seemed to not fancy the idea. But we got it all settled just dandy” For someone who is dead she is very lively with her mannerism. Plenty of body movement as she talked and a charming drawl.

“What did you do to him?” Prax stepped towards Amberlin. Their hands shook but in this moment Prax was putting his faith in his voice. Prax has gotten in plenty of sticky situations before. This was nothing new. Doesn’t mean they’re not afraid! Just they’re the most most used to this out of the people here.

“Oh he’s just catching up on some needed sleep. Little song to calm the soul yah know? Either way I understand the rules of all this. Nothing mean nothing harmful all that snazzy stuff. Pretty sure I can’t even touch you anyways.” Amberlin sat down on the side of the row boat. Which caused it nearly flip over, but she managed to find the perfect balance.

“Really?” Someone in the crowd asked. They’d all heard the stories of a nightmarish ghost ship sailing the desert. People supposedly died from it.

“I will drown in the water ya’ll are standin in so easily. So I’d say our planes of reality are a bit fuzzy on the rules” She moved her head in a way to signal a wink. “Honest I only know you only see my bones cuz couple years back a lil girl went screamin to her mum about the scary skeleton trying to steal her bunny.”

Silence.

“I wasn’t trying to steal her bunny! I was tryin to pet it. You don’t see bunnies when you’re a sailor. Though it boggles my mind why one would bring something so cute into the desert. I still think about it.” The captain leaned backed clearly relaxed. “Oh come on I ain't here to hurt any of you. Honest to goodness just curious about you all are up to. So many of you all happy, it’s nice to see”

“So… we’re good?” The bard lifted her hands up in hesitant finger guns. Because finger guns are the perfect tension breakers.

“Oh definitely! Just here to chat and maybe follow you all bout. So what are you up too? Adventure quests? Got gossip? Kitten doesn’t talk much so I am in desperate need of some information. And to make it more appealing for everything you tell me about yourself I’ll tell you something about myself. Fair?”

“Fair.”

You heard it! What do you tell our fine Captain Amberlin Lee Jackins of South Port? It can be pretty much anything. This girl hasn’t had a conversation is quite some time.

[hinatadovahkiin]

Hinata the Dragonborn #4

Chapter Four

A Wolf's Den

Jorvaskr was the closest thing to a clan compound that Hinata found in Whiterun. The central building resembled something close to an upside-down ship. Stone walls surrounded the compound and Hinata took her time examining her surroundings. Any ninja could jump over the walls but they'd be trouble for the ordinary soldiers that she saw patroling the streets. There were several locations which looked like posts of some sort. They were empty. In fact, despite the commotion she could practically hear comming from the main building, the entire compound looked... barren.

"So why are we visiting Jorvaskr again?" Sven asked.

"The Companions could welcome someone such as Hinata for her fighting skills. It would be a nice start for her, wouldn't you agree, Hinata?" Faendal turned to the Kunoichi, who was busy scrutinizing her surroundings, just as any ninja would.

"U-uhm.T-this place looks e-empty. T-the c-compound was designed f-for a larger number o-of p-people."

Faendal frowned thoughtfully and followed her gaze.

"The war has taken its toll on the Companions. They used to be over a hundred back in the days before the war with the Dominion." Sven sighed and readjusted  the straps of his satchel.

There was some sort of tension in the Nord, Hinata noticed, that it was somewhat intertwined with the Companions and Jorvaskr. Sven's eyes hardened as he stared at the building and the muscles of his jaw clenched despite his attempts to hide his discomfort.

"Let's go." the Nord said curtly and went forward with a determined stride.

There was some sort of history behind his behavior, Hinata was certain, but it was not her place to intrude. She said nothing as Faendal motioned for her to follow. As they entered, the three of them were met by a rather familiar type of ruckus.

"Oh my." mumbled the Kunoichi as she watched a tall and muscular woman beat the snot out of an elf man with ashen, dark skin and vibrant dark red hair. The elf wasn't pulling his punches either and Hinata could not help but cringe as she heard the tell-tale sound of breaking a rib.

"You bloody-" the woman heaved as she threw the elf onto one of the tables.

"Are those two at it again?" a gruff voice beside her said and the Hyuuga girl's pale eyes caught sight of a tall and formidable looking Nord. With one blank eye and two identical stripes on each cheek, the man was the very essence of the word intimidating. For a few moments they locked gazes and Hinata opted to stay still as that predatory look scrutinized and judged her worth.

"You dare fight a Dunmer!?" growled the dark skinned elf as he kicked the woman in the stomach. With a painful 'Oomph!' she stumbled backwards and soon enough the elf was back on his feat.

The woman's elbow collided with the elf's jaw and the Kunoichi winced as he splurted blood. With no time to lose, the Nord woman threw her knee into his stomach, returning the favor for that kick she recieved earlier. Hinata knew the fight would be over at any moment. Both participants were battered, bloody and bruised, but the elf had taken a direct hit to the solar plexus. He would lose this fight, no doubt.

"Hinata, nice to see you here. We'd expected you to stop by yesterday. My brother Vilkas could hardly believe us when we told him a pretty little girl like you killed a giant with a single hit."

"I-it is good to see you a-again, F-farkas-san." Hinata bowed politely out of habbit, making the dark-haired man blink in slight confusion. A pretty blush had spread on her face as the other Companions approached the newcomers. Feeling uncomfortable by the amount of attention she was recieving, she ducked her head slightly and started fiddling with her fingers nervously.

"Is this the one that killed the giant? Doesn't look like much."the muscular woman from earlier huffed, looking utterly unimpressed. "Nothing more that  a little girl."

"But that little girl was enough to down a giant in a single hit." Faendal was quick to the Hyuuga's defense."Last I remember, the Companions valued skill and courage. Not many would thrust themselves into battle without a second thought." he placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly. He had found that the gesture seemed to calm her and give her courage.

"She used magic, deceit! That is not the mark of a true warrior-"

"That's quite enough, Njada."

Every single one of the Companions turned to the new voice and then made way for the wisened Nord who had just come up the stairs on the other side of the hall. The woman, Njada, looked down as she mumbled her apologies.

Next to the old man was Vilkas. Hinata found it quite easy to recognise him as he looked almost completely identical with his brother Farkas. They were twins. He was thinner and less built than his bear of a brother. Next to him was the viscious red-haired woman, Aela.

"I am Kodlak Whitemane, Harbinger of the Companions." the old man introduced himself. He reminded Hinata of the Third. "And you must be Hinata Hyuuga, the girl who downed a giant with nothing more than a steel dagger. And as the whispers in the streets of Whiterun have it, a survivor of the destruction of Helgen. I take it you and your friends have quite the tales to tell. Please, join us for lunch."

"We t-thank you for your h-hospitality, Harbinger-sama." Hinata bowed again.

"Heh, cute kid." someone mumbled, and Hinata recognized it to be the voice of the intimidating man from earlier.

"The weather is good, so we can eat outside." Kodlak stated happily."Tilma! Prepare lunch on the Porch!"

Hinata came to the conclusion, some twenty minutes in the company of the Companions, that they had a lot in common with the rambunctious bunch that was the Inuzuka clan. Even Sven looked less disturbed by his presence in Jorvaskr, as the Companions laughed and drank and shared battle stories.

The Hyuuga was tenderly sipping on her second cup of Nord Mead, as Ria, the newest member of the Companions, was trying to coax Vilkas into explaining some sort of embarrasing story from when both Farkas and himself were still kids.

"We used to upkeep three separate training grounds, back in the days before the war with the Dominion." Kodlak spoke. "We even had separate stables. That building over there "the Harbinger pointed towards one of the smaller buildings near the rear of the Compound."It used to contain some twenty of the finest beasts you'd see in Skyrim. We lost thirteen during the war, along with many fine Shield-siblings. Brave and noble beasts. It isn't a coincidence that Whiterun's crest bears the likeness of a Horse, after all."

"You should ask Hulda, the innkeeper, about the story of the Bannered Mare." Tulma suggested as she poured in some more mead for Hinata despite her weak protests on the matter.

“Well, now that we have eaten heartily, I think it would be prudent to test young Hinata.” The Harbinger of the Companions stated and there was a murmur of agreement. “Vilkas, don’t give me that look. Sometimes, the famous come to us. Sometimes, people come seeking for fame. Last I checked, we had plenty of spare beds in our compound. If both your brother and Aela say that she has what it takes, then let her prove her worth.”

“Of course, Master.” Vilkas bowed his head slightly.

“I’m nobody’s master, Vilkas.” Kodlak corrected softly and then turned to the pale eyed girl. “Tell me, Hinata, how do you handle yourself in battle?”

“Uhm, I-I have m-much to learn, K-Kodlak-san.” Hinata stuttered, her cheeks reddening once more from the amount of attention the Companions were giving her.

“So long as you have the will and the desire to learn and improve, I don’t see a problem with that.” Kodlak chuckled fondly at her shy disposition.

“Come on, lass. Daylight’s burning.” Vilkas prompted her to stand up and his tone wasn’t exactly as welcoming as it should have been, Faendal noted. He seemed pessimistic about what he had heard of Hinata and it showed in his behavior. It was good, though, that he was actually going to give her a fair shot at it.

Neither Faendal nor Sven felt worried about her acceptance within the ranks of the Companions. The girl, despite her nervousness and shyness, was a skilled fighter. A small, knowing smirk was threatening to spread on Faendal’s face and there was nothing he could do about the glint in his eyes.

“What are you smiling about, elf?” Sven narrowed his eyes at the Bosmer.

“For all of Hinata’s expertise with small, bladed weapons, her true strength lies in her hands.” Faendal explained, remembering vividly their time in the Bleak Falls Barrow.

“You mean to tell me she would be fighting without a weapon? That she is proficient in unarmed combat, like those cat-people, the Khajiit?” Aela raised her eyebrows at that revelation.

“My brother favors a sword and a shield, if she were to fight unarmed as you suggest she would, then my brother would decimate her.”

“Elf, tell her to use those daggers of hers.” Sven’s brows were knitted in worry.

“She won’t need them.” Faendal insisted, to the bard’s surprise. “Just watch. You will see for yourself.”

And, indeed, Sven, along with the rest of the Companions, remained quiet and turned to observe the spar between Vilkas and Hinata.

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Hinata was well aware of her own limitations and the limitations that were set by her own insecurity and fears. Before her stood a tall and wiry man, donned in heavy metal armor, holding up an equally heavy shield and gripping a shiny sharpened sword.

Her slightly lavender pearly eyes took in his posture. Vilkas presented a tall, hulking figure, not unlike an impenetrable fortress, compared to her own slender and petite form. Vilkas was not beyond her limitations, however.  Unlike him, Hinata was agile and light on her feet. She was merely wearing cloth, which gave her plenty of room for movement. Furthermore, she was a Hyuuga, and the Hyuuga were masters of perception. Even though their bloodline was not  like the infamous and now quite rare Sharingan, the Hyuuga were still considered the clan that was capable to discern truth from lie and any sort of emotion from the minute changes in stance or near microscopic movement of underlying facial muscles. And they didn't need their Byakugan to be active for that. It was for that reason alone that the clan preached immense self control over their emotions and thus facial expressions. Hinata felt herself a failure in that aspect but she was still a Hyuuga and as such she found herself immediately scrutinizing the man before her.

Vilkas' breathing was even and controlled. Despite his heavy armor, he moved with more ease than one could perceive at first glance. It was obvious that he had trained regularly and fought regularly with that hulking mass of metal upon him. But even so, his muscles were taught and very tense. He held his shield high even as they approached the small training ground right beside the porch. Hinata also noted that his footing was somewhat heavy but well-measured and that he kept surprisingly good balance – he was prepared for an attack at any moment, in any situation.

Vilkas was also scrutinizing her. In fact, he had been doing so from the first moment he had seen her. His light blue gaze threatened to send chills down her spine. While not openly hostile, there was still the promise of something feral, something wild, hidden deep within those blue eyes. Vilkas somewhat reminded her of Faendal in that regard, even though the predatory feel of his person was marginally different than the elf's. Still, before her stood a very intelligent and perceptive man, who was ready to put her in her place if she was not up to par. The concept of that brutal objectiveness on the matter frightened her. And that was just one of the reasons why she felt so uncomfortable in the man's presence. He reminded her of her father.

She was not considered worthy to be part of the Companions. In his eyes, she was weak- either physically or in spirit, it did not matter to him. Her failure would become the Companions' failure and there was a level of unconditional loyalty and something even more powerful within him that bound his beliefs with the concept that the Companions represented. She could compare the sensation she was perceiving in him to Kiba and generally all of the Inuzuka clan. To be without was not to be at all. That had been Kiba's words. Indeed, this concept rung true here as well. The companions were like a pack, Hinata realized. With new-found fascination she took in Vilkas' form once more. Even now, with every motion, with every breath he took, even by openly opposing her acceptance within the 'pack' he was protecting it. And what was even more fascinating was that he was barely cognizant of what was happening. It was an instinct to him to place the Companions first and then everything else.

As Vilkas prepared to strike the first blow, Hinata found herself releasing some of the discomfort she was feeling. She understood what was going on a little bit better, and she found herself on a new, but more familiar ground with her opponent. It was almost as if she was back with Team 8 once more, and she was having a spar with the ever cocky Kiba. The memory flooded her mind and she felt herself be a little more prepared, a little bit more confident. She held her head slightly higher and there was no longer uncertainty clouding her pearly eyes. She was ready.

Vilkas struck the first blow- a lightning fast slash with his blade. Or he tried to. Hinata had side stepped with relative ease, her posture yet to switch to some sort of stance and she was yet to pull out any sort of weapon. In reality she wasn't planning to. Vilkas' jaw clenched minutely and that had been his only visible reaction to her evasive maneuver. Another strike followed immediately but it had been avoided just as easily as the first. The third strike was more of a stabbing, swifter motion.

“Is that all you are going to do? I want to access your fighting capabilities and not how well you avoid getting hit.” Vilkas finally exclaimed seriously, careful not to show his irritation.

Hinata did not say anything but kept her eyes trained on him. Her Byakugan was not active as she did not feel comfortable using it in the current situation. Even though it was her birth right, she felt as if she'd cheat on this exam thing she was currently participating in. That woman's, Njada's, accusation still rung clear in her mind. Would her eye technique be considered 'magic, deceit' ? She'd rather not risk presenting herself like some sort of disappointment. Not when Faendal held such high hopes and belief in her. She was fairly certain that she'd be able to defeat Vilkas on her own, without actually using any Jutsu, like her Byakugan, or the Juuken or anything else considered some sort of ninja trick. Despite his armor, Vilkas still had one major weak point, and that was leaving his head out in the open like that. One simple palm strike, if well-aimed, should and would be enough to knock him out. His defense and speed, however, were quite solid. She'd have to time her strike.

With his next strike she made her first move. By now he had been used to her dodging and her ridiculously swift palm strike came almost as a surprise. It had been aimed at his wrist, and while not laced with any chakra, it was still quite painful. The joints were usually not as protected as the rest of the body and she made use of that. She silently commended Vilkas' calm, even though she had managed to get the first hit. It was not, however, a small victory, as many would think in her case. Vilkas merely tightened his defenses and held his shield even more tightly against his body, quite prepared to bash her with it in the rare event she over-extends.

On the side, both Companions and Faendal and Sven watched the exchanges carefully. Kodlak stood next to Faendal and observed from time to time the petite girl's friends, especially Sven, who looked oddly familiar.

“Hm. She's waiting for an opportune moment to strike.” Faendal mumbled thoughtfully, more to himself than to anyone else. At first he had found it odd that she had not immediately taken to her usual fighting stance. The veins around her eyes looked normal as well and not bulged as when she used that special eye ability of hers. Indeed, it was odd that she'd fight with such handicap when he had seen her take out many warriors with more than just relative ease.

“Then she'd be waiting for a while.” Kodlak responded, slightly startling the Wood Elf. “ Vilkas is one of our best. He is especially adept with the sword and shield, not to mention his solid defense.”

“Ah, well, Hinata is not fighting at her usual level of prowess.” Faendal amended, earning a somewhat strange look from Sven, who had merely seen the battle with the giant. “She fights with blows usually enhanced by something resembling magicka from what I've observed. She has killed people with a single such enhanced strike, heavily armored or otherwise. But still, she is rather...”

“Shy? Yes, I've noticed. It is strange how a person such as her is trying to earn her keep with fighting at all.” Kodlak replied, his thoughtful gaze upon the petite young woman.

“She lacks the thrill of battle.” Njada stated with a frown.

“And yet, here she is, fighting for the right to be part of the Companions. I take it this was your idea, elf?” Kodlak asked Faendal.

“Ha!” Hinata jumped higher than what normal people were capable of and landed behind Vilkas. He swiftly turned around only to find that she wasn't there. In normal circumstances, the battle would've been over before Vilkas even knew there was a situation going on. In normal circumstances, Hinata would've used her Byakugan and would've powered her Juuken with chakra. However, these weren't normal circumstances and she wasn't home.

Even back on the Elemental Continent, the civilian population had always had a somewhat mixed opinion about the ninja caste. Being ninja carried a certain stigma that made most people wary of them. Being ninja meant she'd get the job done, no matter the costs, because that's what ninja did. And being ninja meant that she'd play dirty, that she'd cheat and that her opponent would never even know what he or she had been up against. Even if she did not feel comfortable with that fact of life, it was her duty to make her Kage and Family proud and to bring prosperity to Konoha and the land of Fire.

It was with these thoughts that she knocked out Vilkas with a single blow behind the head, leaving the companions speechless. She pulled away, conflict and discomfort obvious on her face.

“I'm sorry about t-this.” She mumbled as she fiddled with her fingers nervously.

“The squirt knocked Vilkas out!” Njada exclaimed, wide-eyed.

“Well done, Hinata.” Faendal placed a hand on her shoulder and Sven came to her as well.

“You are really adept in hand to hand combat, it seems, lass. I've never seen a style such as yours. Where did you say you were from?”

People around her were asking questions, talking to her and she felt her face burn with the discomfort of such attention.

“Now, now, Companions. Let the girl breathe. Farkas, wake your brother, he has to see this.” Kodlak spoke as he placed a hand on Hinata's head and smiled kindly at her. “ So young and yet so skilled and full of potential. You'd do great among our ranks and I am certain that with time, you will grow out your shyness. Welcome to the Companions, Hinata.”

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Even an hour and a half after the fact, it still felt so surreal to Hinata. Vilkas seemed to disapprove her method to victory, while his brother kept grinning cheekily at the little Kunoichi. Sven had spoken a few words with Aela and Skjor, the imposing looking tall Nord with one blank eye.

Kodlak had offered the three to stay at the Companions' Compound but Hinata had declined politely on grounds that they had work to do for the Jarl. Still, the Harbinger had insisted for her to come to the Compound as soon as her business with the Jarl was over in order to get her settled as a Companion. Hinata knew he meant to put her to work as soon as possible and the notion almost left her giddy. It would be just like back home, with the Hokage giving her missions. Faendal and Hinata were currently back on the road to Riverwood, while Sven had stayed at Whiterun.

“Uhm, Faendal?”

“What is it Hinata?”

“I-I think Sven seemed to know t-the Companions.”

“Ah. Not exactly. I think his father used to be a Companion. I'm not entirely familiar with his story, nor do I care for it, but you can ask Delphine the Innkeeper once we get back to Riverwood.”

Hinata nodded. It was only natural to ask the Innkeeper, since they seemed to know everything about anyone in their particular region. It was a well known fact among ninja that more often than not Innkeepers were information brokers.