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jaskiersvalley · 5 years ago

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Hello. Your writing is very capturing. I spent last night on reading all your stuff and here I am, in your ask box. Especially the illiterate!Geralt is a good read. I saw a few hc about the witchers being unsettled by Jaskier being well... Jaskier and with no fear approach them and talk to them. After a while they started wondering if Jaskier is a human, but they can't smell magic on him. What he really is? How he managed to fool a witcher?

Welcome to my ask box Nonnie, it is a delight to have you here! Even better, you bring a prompt that has my little heart singing because writing about Jaskier and all the witchers is something I am rapidly falling in love with. So thank you, you have truly made my day.

While the continent was big, it was still rather limited in terms of numbers of contracts. So it was only natural that from time to time Geralt bumped into a fellow witcher. Sometimes he got there first, other times there was only a drink at a tavern to be had and maybe some quiet company if it was a fellow wolf he encountered. The perk of having Jaskier alongside him was that even if he missed out on a contract, Jaskier could earn their keep and food if coin was short. So there was no longer a vicious competition between him and other witchers which was such a nice change of pace. There was no worry that if he got to a contract late, he would have to spend the next however many nights in the woods and hunting for food because he couldn’t afford a meal at a tavern.

Sometimes Geralt would still be in the stable with Roach while Jaskier went ahead to get them a room and some food. Which was how Geralt walked into the inn and frowned when Jaskier wasn’t visible at the bar. Looking around, he wasn’t too difficult to spot, sitting opposite...Eskel?! Pleasant surprise flooded Geralt at the sight of a fellow wolf and he walked over. Already, Jaskier seemed to have made a new friend in the form of the other witcher and was chattering away, demanding details from a fight. He even looked horrified when he spotted the bloody bandage peeking out from under Eskel’s sleeve.

“Oh you poor thing,” Jaskier was reaching for Eskel’s arm without any hesitation and Geralt saw the surprise from the other witcher. Hell, he could even smell the suspicion and confusion coming off him.

“Maybe this would be better done in a room than where people might be trying to enjoy some food,” Geralt suggested. “Not everyone can eat after seeing a bloody arm.”

“Yes! Have a bath called up for us, would you?” Jaskier looked at Geralt with a smile before turning back to Eskel and guiding him up atairs. “And don’t forget to have dinner brought up too!”

By the time Geralt got to the room, Jaskier had gently bullied Eskel into showing the wyvern bite to him and was fussing over it. Above Jaskier’s head, Eskel sought out Geralt’s gaze with confusion.

Later that night, Geralt had a rather interesting conversation with Eskel, mostly consisting of “he doesn’t even smell of fear” to which the only reply was “he never did”.

They parted ways and Jaskier made sure Eskel had plenty of supplies and coin, sharing what he could of his own despite protestations.

Funnily enough, Lambert was next. Once again, Geralt had been preoccupied, this time he was sharpening his swords when the music died down sooner than expected. However, there was no sound of fighting or arguing so obviously Jaskier hadn’t gotten himself into trouble. Yet. When he didn’t go upstairs to their room, Geralt decided to venture down to make sure nothing untoward was happening. Like that time Jaskier had convinced the whole tavern to play some kind of strip card game that Geralt still didn’t understand and, quite frankly, didn’t really want to either.

The sight that greeted Geralt was both better and worse than anything he could have anticipated. Jaskier was in the corner, sitting at a table and opposite him was Lambert. Who was pressed up against the wall like a cornered cat and staring at Jaskier in horror and disgust while the bard talked his ear off. He seemed to be utterly oblivious to the fact Lambert looked ready to bolt.

“Lambert,” Geralt greeted and there was a visible drop in anxieties.

“Geralt. This is-”

“Jaskier, I know. He’s with me.” Turning to Jaskier, Geralt pulled his coin pouch out. “Charm the barkeep into three strong ales, would you?”

As soon as Jaskier was away from the table, Lambert was leaning closer.

“What the hell is wrong with him? He just walked up to the table, sat down and started talking! He does realise we’re witchers, right?” He gestured towards Jaskier’s back. Geralt’s sigh of “yes” didn’t seem to help. Lambert ranted on. “I can do monsters, creatures and spirits. But whatever that is, it’s not human and it scares the shit out of me. Not even an whiff of fear or hesitation.”

“It’s just Jaskier. He’s friendly.” Geralt shrugged. He’d been there, the confusion and distrust at the absolute lack of any negative reaction from Jaskier. But he’d grown used to it.

“You keep the contract, I’m skipping out.” Lambert made to move and got almost to the door when Jaskier got back to the table and called his name. Like a dog caught stealing a sausage, Lambert slunk back sheepishly. At least he got ale out of it even if he had to sit through the most terrifying conversation of his life. Jaskier could talk, he’d give him that.

By morning, Lambert was gone and Jaskier pouted at the fact he couldn’t bid farewell to his newest friend properly.

Last but not least was Vesemir who they encountered on a dusty road between nameless towns.

“I’ve heard of you,” he told Jaskier who had been prancing around as he played his newest song. It had been stuck in his head for days, taking shape and now he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Alas I have not been granted similar privileges. Please forgive me, darling grey wolf. I am ignorant not through lack of interest but rather lack of sources.” Jaskier cast Geralt a side glance.

He was treated to a long, hard look by Vesemir who also took a subtle sniff of the air as he took a step closer to Jaskier. “They were right.”

Who the mysterious “they” were and what they were right about was a mystery to Jaskier but he wasn’t going to get answers because Vesemir nodded at them. “See you for the winter.”

As he turned to continue his path, Jaskier shouted after him. “Just a small token for our brief yet passionate meeting!” With that, he presented Vesemir a handkerchief in a flourish. Once again, the old witcher’s eyes drifted to Geralt before taking the offering, tucking it into his armour and turning with a nod.

“So, where are we going for winter?” Jaskier asked, hopping a lttle to catch back up with Geralt.

Kaer Morhen. That was the answer and Jaskier excitedly bustled through the doors. He and Geralt got set up in a room before making their way down to the others.

“Friends!” Jaskier yelled, arms in the air as he took in the three familiar witchers. “It is so good to see you again.”

He went around to hug all the witchers to varying degrees of success. While Eskel returned the hug with a small, entertained smile, Lambert was doing his best impression of a terrified statue. For his part, Vesemir accepted the hug but wasn’t too enthused by it.

Witchers didn’t need to sleep a lot so it wasn’t all that unusual for them to gather around a fire and talk late into the night. At first, Jaskier had tried to keep up but he needed sleep and often ended up fast asleep in Geralt’s lap while the others talked.

“I’ve never met anyone like him.” Eskel nodded towards Jaskier’s sleeping form.

“Not natural,” Lambert added. He had been doing his best to keep out the way as much as possible.

Even Vesemir weighed in, “He’s certainly a rarity. There’s no magic around him. No stench of enchantment or even the scent of a beast.”

“He’s plain old human,” Geralt said. “And just seems to have no concept of self-preservation around others. But trust me, he does feel fear.”

Which was how they ended up trying to find out what did elicit a response from Jaskier. Lambert’s idea of drinking a potion and wandering around with black eyes and veins backfired somewhat when Jaskier got ready to trek out with him to the fight he was no doubt preparing for.

Inviting Jaskier to train and spar hadn’t worked out either. No matter how much Eskel threw him around, disarmed him in more and more brutal ways and held swords to his throat, not once did Jaskier ever smell anything but tired.

Nobody was prepared for the ear splitting shriek one morning. It was definitely Jaskier but he hit a pitch even Geralt was stunned by. They all went rushing to the bathroom to see what had happened. Bursting in, Jaskier was standing in the tub, suds sliding off his head and clutching a cloth to himself while Vesemir looked just as stunned, holding a basket of laundry.

“What happened?” Eskel asked.

“I was merely here to hang up some clean clothes,” Vesemir replied.

“There I was,” Jaskier’s voice was still breathy with fright, “taking a nice bath and washing. Only to turn around and he was there. I’m putting a bell on you!”

The air was sour with his calming fear and, oddly, it seemed to settle the witchers. No longer was Jaskier some ethereal being without a single thing in the world that could scare him. From then on, both Lambert and Eskel seemed to take great delight in sneaking up on Jaskier and trying to scare him. There was something so soothing about knowing Jaskier could still be frightened to the point of outraged screeching. Especially when he cottoned on to the game and, once he was over the initial panic, he chased after the culprit until he could jump on their backs, smacking them playfully over the head until Geralt prised him off.

Even Lambert seemed a little more comfortable now that he knew Jaskier wasn’t infallible. By the end of winter, he was unofficially crowned winner of scaring Jaskier the most. Not that it was ever a race between him and Eskel. They absolutely didn’t have a tally hidden in the library with bonus points awarded for exceptionally memorable screams.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #lambert #eskel #vesemir #witcher wolf pack #tldr: jaskier isn't scared of witchers

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dipplie · 4 years ago

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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #322

“you will hear it when your god cries / you will see it when the sun dies / upon the altars of change”

What is your favorite nickname that you’ve had? "Bee," from my old best friend. I don't want others calling me it, though. Where did you go on the best date you’ve been on? A big arcade. It was a super fun double-date. Have you ever gotten a professional massage? No, and I don't want one. It'd be so awkward. What’s your favorite milkshake flavor? Chocolate. What act would you be most likely to perform in a talent show? I got nothin'. If you had braces, do you wear your retainers still? I don't. If you had braces, have your teeth moved since you got them off? Yep, because of the whole "not wearing my retainer" thing. Whose was the first baby shower you remember attending, and for what baby? I'm unsure. Possibly my sister's for her first daughter. Do you know anyone personally who’s lost a child? Many people. When was the last time you did something that felt like rebellion? So every now and again, I get a massive craving for soda at night, so I grab one from the kitchen and can hear my sleeping mother rightfully nagging me about it, haha... What is one present you got for your last birthday? Ashley got me this really cool skull bank that says "tattoo fund" on it, aha. I love it. What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have a clear memory of bringing a Snorlax plushie one day. Do you remember losing your first tooth? Not my first, no. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it's kinda easy to make me jump just a lil bit when one is popped. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don't know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? That is fucking HARD. I adore both, but I think the original is slightly better. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I'm pretty sure none of them did. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, definitely. As for my snake, I'm aware that snakes' brains simply aren't developed enough for love, but she clearly trusts me. Are you proud of your body? Fuck no. I'm humiliated by it every waking moment. Watermelon or cherries? I don't like either, but if I had to pick, watermelon. Favourite brand of cookies? I don't really have a favorite brand. Have you ever stuck gum under a desk/chair? No, that shit grosses me out. When shopping at a grocery store, do you return your cart or just leave it? Return your goddamn cart. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Uhhhh. I guess places I've "done it." When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? I did. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Yeah; at least, before Covid. What was your least favorite year of your life so far? Fuck 2016 into the next millenium. Do you like fried bologna? I haven't had it in so long that I don't really remember the taste. I think I would. Have you spent money on a game online? Yeah, very briefly with WoW. Mom was nice enough to refresh my subscription after the breakup (Jason paid for it prior), but from then on, I was rich enough in-game to use monthly game tokens to "pay." Do you put a line through your "7"s? Yes. What about your "Z"s? Also yes. Do you like cold pizza? Yeah, yummy. Do you like broccoli and cheese? Yessss. Toaster or toaster oven? We've always used a toaster oven. What are you most known for? Being artsy, I guess. Do you have any reputations? What are they? *shrug* What was the last thing to leave you speechless? No clue. What is the curviest part of your body? Well, I'm overweight, so it's difficult to tell where I'm naturally curvy... but I guess my hips. Even when I was at a perfectly healthy weight though, I don't think I was exceptionally curvy anywhere. What is your opinion on sex change? You are entirely deserving to feel comfortable in your own body. If you’re still a virgin, how important is your virginity to you? I'm not, though I thought I was when we were together, when we were really just using a loophole. It was a denial thing BECAUSE my virginity was so important to me. If you have lost it already, do you regret it? No. Would you take a break after graduating from high school (like, postpone going to college for a year or so)? I didn't. What regret keeps coming back to haunt you daily? Things I said to Jason. If you could cure yourself of one allergy, what would it be? Pollen. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? No. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yeah, my most recent niece I actually held. I don't THINK I held Aubree or Ryder as newborns because I was so afraid of not doing it right and hurting them. Do you know anyone who has twins? Yeah. Are you following in the career path of any family members? No. What is your favorite country in Europe? Germany. How many times have your comments been top comments on YouTube? A few times. I rarely ever comment, but if I do, it's because I feel like I really have something worth saying. Would you ever wear a wig? I'm not opposed to it. Do you like the moon or sun more? The moon. Do you like turkey or ham more? Ham. Have you ever slapped someone’s butt? Yes. Do you think dimples are ugly? I think they're cute, actually. Have you ever deleted Facebook friends for a significant other? No. Have you ever spent the night in jail? No. Do you consider yourself a good kisser? I assume I am from experiences. Do you watch Pewdiepie? Not anymore, no. His current content doesn't interest me. The most recent thing I watched was his playthrough of The Last of Us 2, because I adore the first game and definitely wanted to see him play the sequel. I think he's pretty funny and have no personal issues against him, though then again I am so uninvolved in the fandom that I have no idea if he's done something stupid again. Do you like "Despacito?" Haha, my mind went to The Dark Den's bearded dragon before the song... I'm not a fan of it, no. Did you ever color your hair pink? No, but I absolutely want to dye it pastel pink one day. :( I even edited a picture of me "testing" different hair colors out, and pastel pink looked suuuuper pretty. Do you drink energy drinks? No, they're too strong for my taste. Do you have any subscribers on YouTube? I don't now how many I have, but I know it's below 100. Do you have a Steam account? Yeah. Have you ever played Five Nights at Freddy’s? No, but I enjoy the franchise. I'm not totally clear on all the lore, though. Do you like religion? Quite honestly, no. Do you swear in front of children? No. What is the next craft you are going to make? There's no telling. I don't really do crafts. What was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? Maybe "The Call." Favorite *N Sync song? I don't remember enough of them, at least not right now. Which of those two bands did you like best? The BSB, baby. Do you learn choreography easily? When I danced, I'd say I learned at a fairly average pace. What’s your favorite candy to receive on Halloween? Reeseeeeeee's. <3 Do you have a bobblehead? No. Have you ever had a lead role in a play? No. Have you ever been insulted or called names by a significant other? No. I wouldn't tolerate that shit. What’s your favorite movie battle scene? Oh man, idk. Maybe something from Troy, though I honestly barely even remember the movie by now, haha. Have you ever been to a same-sex wedding? No, actually. Who takes care of your pet(s) when you’re out of town? Hypothetically, one of my sisters would come to feed and water Roman and clean his box. I'm certain I couldn't talk either into spraying Venus' cage, though... What was the last thing you wrote down on paper? Some group work during therapy. Did you have a Walkman when you were a kid? No. What’s your favorite recipe you’ve come up with? Oh dear, I don't make those. Do you like celery? Yuck, no. By what age could you swallow pills? I dunno. A normal age. Do you like to drink alot of water? I need to drink more. :/ I've gotten better, though. For years, I literally never drank water. How I even survived, idk. How many times have you gone fishing? Countless times. Ever been to a roller-skating rink? Yeah. I loved having bday parties there as a lil'un. What do you refer to your mother as? (Mom, momma, mommy) Mom, Ma, and Mama. Have you ever swam in the ocean? Yeah, multiple times. What is the last movie that made you cry? I think the remake of The Lion King. What would you like to swim in other than water? Nothing? If you could uninvent one thing what would you chose? Damn, just one? Maybe cigarettes? Have you ever read someone's diary? Absolutely not. I respect people's privacy. Have you ever played in a waterfall? No, but that'd be dope. Who has inspired you the most in your life? Probably Mark. Is there a place where everyone who lives near you tends to hang out? Idk. Teens sure do love to hang out at Sonic, though, reving their stupid fucking trucks. Does your alarm clock wake you with music, or with an annoying buzz sound? Music. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes; I was obsessed with those as a kid. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Which one are you more scared of? I feel like being alone with a tiger would scare me most. Though let's be real, I'd probably try to pet it. Have you ever changed your favorite color? From what to what? It was originally red, but then became pink when I actually understood it was its own color. Then it was maroon forever, and now it's back to pink. On a scale of 1-10, how competitive are you? Eh, 4-6? It depends on the situation, I guess. At what age did your have your most memorable birthday? My 21st, because I was in the psych hospital for it. Yes or no: Guys in skinny jeans? Yeah, man. Yes or no: Girls with dreads? Some people can pull it off. Have you ever attended a themed b-day party? What was the theme? Oh yeah, plenty. Do you have any Eminem on your iPod/MP3 player? I do. Has anybody ever given you a promise ring? No. What do you think about putting ‘spinners’ on cars? So long as they're not too distracting, I don't care. Do what you want with your car - again, so long as it is not disruptive. What celebrity do you wish would have a big comeback? I wish poor Britney Spears could catch a goddamn break and be happy again. She's a legend that doesn't deserve to feel like a puppet. Were you outdoors or indoors more as a kid? I'd say there was a pretty even split. Do you or have you ever owned a horse? No, but I LOVE horses. Have you ever had a relationship that began via text? (weird, I know, but it happens…) Most of my relationships started through a text message. Did you believe in unicorns as a small child? I don’t think so. Would you ever date a guy with longer hair than yourself? Yeah; I have short hair anyway, and I also like long hair on guys. Do you watch the show Wizards of Waverly Place? I used to love that show. Have you ever been to the rainforest? No; humidity aside though, that would be so amazing. Bats are not spooky or are they? I think they're precious. Do you like the song "Womanizer?" I sure do, actually. Do you like ice cream cake? Not really, but I'll eat it. Do you know how to change a tire? Nope. What kind of headphones do you have? Just cheap earplugs. Do you experiment a lot with new looks on yourself? No. What were some fun experiments you did in science class as a kid? Dissecting a frog was my favorite, and doing the same with an owl pellet was also very cool. What was the last strong emotion you felt? Guilt. I lied to get out of group therapy early because I was just NOT feeling it whatsoever that day, and I hate lying. Do you use dry shampoo between washes? No. Have you ever lived with someone you didn’t get along with? No. What types of animals have you had as pets? Jeez, what haven't we had... We've had cats, dogs, snakes, rats, gerbils, a rabbit, hamsters, lizards, fish, guinea pigs... Hell, I'm probably forgetting one or two. Can you name three good things about your most recent ex? She's so creative, a real advocate for proper reptile education and appreciation, and very kind. Name three bands/artists that you hate. Uhhh The Talking Heads, Bob Dylan, and The Police. What’s the best memory you have of your father? Playing softball with him in the front yard, and when he taught me to ride a bike. Should tattoos be meaningful? You get a tattoo for whatever reason you damn well want. I don't plan on all of mine to be meaningful. Some stuff I just want because I think it's cool. Are you afraid of the dark? No. Have you ever been through a trap door? No. What's the most recent good news you’ve heard? Hm. Who was the last person in your family to have a baby? My older sister. When’s the last time you used the microwave? Last night. What’s the worst thing in your life right now? Financial struggles. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? No. Have you ever been someplace tropical? Yeah, Florida. Have Jehovah'ss witnessess ever called to your door? Yep. when was the last time you went to mass/church? I have no idea. It's been many years. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? Thank heavens no.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''altaer" by 3teeth

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mistletouchunderthetree · 5 years ago

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24 + reddie please? 🥺💖✨

omg this took forever but! we’re here!!

“I don’t really get why we can’t just get everyone a gift,” Richiesaid, looking down at the small slip of paper in his hands that readMike. “What if we had things planned for certain people?”

Bill shrugged. “B-b-betterluck next year?”

He huffed, stuffing the paperin his pocket.

“Secret Santa is bullshit,” hemuttered, but no one seemed to be in agreement with him.

“I feel bad for whoever yougot, Richie,” Bev said with a snort. “You clearly don’t want to get them agift.”

“Oh, fuck off, it’s not that,”he said petulantly. He glanced at Eddie, who was putting his own slip of paperinto his fanny pack. “I just had something I was gonna give someone andnow we’ve got this stupid rule that we each get one gift for one person. Can’tI just give another gift privately?”

“That’s not fair,” Staninsisted. ”Then someone gets two gifts and everyone else only gets one.”

Richie rolled his eyes,thinking of the mixtape he’d been working on for months, the comic book thathad been almost impossible to find, both sitting inside a small red backpackthat snapped closed in the front so it wouldn’t fall off your back.

Nobody was going to get Eddieanything nearly as good.

The losers sat in a circle,each with a gift in their lap. Richie held a wrapped jersey, with the name andnumber of Mike’s favorite professional football player printed on it. Theystarted with Richie, some kind of karma for being “such a buzzkill”before, so he handed the gift to Mike, who grinned widely.

“Ah, nice to know I’mresponsible for Trashmouth’s Scrooge outburst,” he laughed. Richie huffed andtold him to just open it already, geez, and when he did Mike’s eyeswidened. “Oh, seriously? You must’ve had to go all the way to Bangor toget this!”

Richie shrugged. Mike thankedhim a few more times before giving the gift in his lap to Beverly. Beverlypassed hers to Ben, who blushed scarlet and stammered through his thanks likehe was Stuttering Bill. Then he handed a neatly wrapped present to Eddie, whoopened it and grinned at the handmade decorated box inside, watching carefullyas Ben showed him how to open it, a perfect place to hide small things from hismom in plain sight.

Eddie passed his gift to Bill, who stuttered through a thanks forthe assortment of his favorite candies. Bill’s gift unsurprisingly went toStan, who laughed at the scribbled Happy Hanukkah! on the wrapping paper.

Richie knew Stan’s gift had tobe for himself, so he held his hands out for the gift bag. He tossed tissue paperover his shoulder and pulled out a small pencil case. He looked up at Stanley,confused.

“So you know where your pencils are and you can stop asking toborrow mine.”

Richie laughed.

“Dude, open it, come on,” Stanley said, trying to sound agitatedbut mostly seeming impatient. Richie opened the case and whooped at a carton ofhis favorite cigarettes, two packs of gum, and a roll of tokens for the arcade.

“You’re encouraging his habit?” Eddie said shrilly.

Stan rolled his eyes. “It’s Christmas.”

“A-a-and Hanukkah,” Bill said helpfully. Stan snorted.

“Just because it’s Christmas and Hanukkah does not mean thosestupid sticks aren’t still full of cancer!”

The argument devolved quickly into shouting things that weren’treally responses to anything, and within a minute the group was yelling aboutan entirely unrelated topic. Richie watched the scene with a smile on his face, stillfeeling a little down that he wouldn’t get to give Eddie the best Christmasgift ever.

December 26th had never been a day that Richieparticularly enjoyed. He tended to overeat and overextend himself the daybefore, leaving him sleepy and with a stomachache, lounging around the houseuselessly moaning to his parents, asking how they could let him do this to himselfagain.

“Dear,” his mom said, calling up the stairs. He didn’t bother tostand from his bed. “Make yourself presentable, and preferably less whiny; Eddie’s here.”

He sat up with a groan, using his fingers to comb his hair backand rub the sleep out of his eyes. He listened to Eddie’s steps on the stairsand was grinning the moment the other boy stepped into the room.

“Dude, it’s 3 in the afternoon.” Eddie had his hands behind hisback. “You’re still in pajamas.”

“Yes,” Richie agreed, eyeing him warily. “What are you hidingbehind your back?”

Eddie huffed, clearly not in the mood to take the bit any farther.He held up a video game, one that Richie had been after for Christmas but thathis parents had regretfully told him they hadn’t been able to get because ithad been sold out.

“Dude, you got it?” Richie asked, excited. “We talked about it onthe phone yesterday, why didn’t you say –“

“I didn’t get it,” Eddie said, sitting on the bed and looking atthe wall across from them. “I needed to make sure your parents hadn’t gotten itfor you before I brought it over.”

Richie’s brows furrowed. “Uh, you clearly got it, like, it’s inyour hand right now…”

“I got it for you, dumbass,” Eddie said with a put-upon sigh. “Butit’s not a Christmas gift. It’s simply a friend giving a thing to anotherfriend on the day after Christmas, so it doesn’t break Secret Santa rules.”

Richie couldn’t fight the smile creeping across his face.”You gotme a contraband Christmas present, Eds.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I justsaid it’s not a Christmas present! But seriously, you can’t tell the others. Isaved up like, six weeks of allowance for this thing and I definitely spentmore on that than I did on Bill’s candy, so.”

Richie’s heart pounded in his chest at the idea of Eddie savinghis allowance, putting his money away week by week and then getting to thestore in time to make the purchase before it sold out. He knew his cheeks werered, and he looked at the game in his hands to avoid looking at Eddie, becausehe knew he’d probably look like a lost puppy ready to follow him to the ends ofthe earth.

“I got you a secret contraband Christmas present, too,” he saidfinally, when he was sure that when he spoke his voice wouldn’t crack withemotion.

“You don’t have to –“

“No, no, remember how pissy I was about Secret Santa?”

“I don’t think anyone’s gonna forget that anytime soon, Rich,” Eddiesaid with a smirk.

“Well,” Richie continued, “I was pissed because I already had theperfect gift for you.”

He went to his closet and pulled the backpack out.

“Uh, it has, like, look,” he put the backpack on the bed next toEddie, demonstrating how the straps connected in front. “It’s like, dorky orwhatever, but no worse than your fanny pack. But like, you were complainingthat sometimes everything you needed didn’t fit in your fanny pack, and this islike, a small backpack so it’s the perfect in between size, like a purse for agirl except, like, you know…” he trailed off awkwardly, wishing the floor wouldswallow him whole.

“It’s really nice,” Eddie said, snapping and unsnapping the strapswith a satisfied smile. “And it’s red!”

“Well yeah, I know your favorite color.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said softly.

“And there’s more, like, inside,” Richie said, when it becameclear Eddie wasn’t going to open the backpack himself. He unzipped the bag andgasped as he caught sight of the comic sitting inside.

“Dude!” He yelled, looking up at Richie in excitement. “Dude!”

“I know!” He said, ignoring the swooping in his stomach. “Andthere’s…”

Eddie reached into the bag and pulled the mixtape out, with its coverdecorated in red and green with blue snowflakes, with the words “yule lovethese songs!” written in small print at the bottom. Eddie snorted at the badpun.

“I took a lot of time curating this one, Eds,” Richie saidseriously. “But wait til you get home and don’t peek at the track listingbefore you listen. It’s a full effect type thing.”

“Okay,” Eddie said with a laugh. Richie grinned, laughing a littlehimself. He felt giddy, like he was floating a little. Eddie had given him a secretgift, explicitly against the rules of Secret Santa, behind the backs of theirfriends…

Almost like they weren’t quite the same… Like their relationshipwas different from the ones they had with their friends.

He didn’t let himself think on it too much, instead offering around of the new game Eddie had given him. Eddie agreed and Richie begansetting up the console, shaking his head at himself when the butterflies in hisstomach wouldn’t go away. He tossed a controller to Eddie who caught it andsmiled widely. He sat back next to him, aware of all the places they touched(their thighs pressed together, elbows knocking when they so much as breathed),and breathed in deep. As they got into the game, the secret contraband Christmasgift Eddie had gotten him, yelling and shoving at each other in their usualfashion, Richie thought that maybe Secret Santa wasn’t so bad after all.

#reddie #i wrote this and got a cavity #in the best way possible #ek x rt #my fic #stanleuyris

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Written In The Stars XVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I just want to thank all of you for reading this ;u; the story is so so special to me and the fact that you love it really makes me utterly happy.

P.S. Book two starts next week! Hope you’re ready!

Words: 4,636

Warnings: None!

Series’ Masterlist

Previous chapter // Book II

Chapter Eighteen: Fixing Mistakes.

It was a dream, it had to be.

She didn't feel pain, everything was silent.

Unless... unless she wasn't alive.

Mel opened her eyes at once and tried to sit up, she held her head in pain, closing her eyes to control the feeling.

"You're up," Someone said sternly.

Erick was sitting next to her bed. He was on the edge of his seat, scared of her sudden awakening.

"Flint?" She asked in confusion, "What?-How? "

"It's been a day," Erick sat back, "I mean, it's been a day since you visit the third floor. You fractured your skull."

"I'm alive?" She asked bewildered.

"You were lucky," He stated, "Dumbledore found you and Harry just in time"

"Harry," She sat again, trying to leave the bed, "where is he? Did he stop Quirrell? Ouch!"

"Stop!" Erick scowled at her, standing up and forcing her to lay again, "Pomfrey will kick me out if you get all lousy... Potter's fine."

He pulled one end of the curtain surrounding her bed and revealed the one next to hers: Harry was sleeping soundly, fewer scratches on his face.

"Why does my bed have curtains?" She frowned.

"I did it," The boy shrugged, "don't want anyone to see me"

"Oh," Mel mumbled, "if you don't want to talk to me then why are you here?"

"I didn't say that. I'm saying I don't want trouble. I shut the curtains so no one can spy while I'm here."

"Why are you here?"

"You saved the school."

"Harry did," Mel realized she didn't know what had happened after she lost consciousness, "Uhm, could you perhaps, explain to me how he did it?"

"You were there," Erick tilted his head, "but I guess you did fracture your skull, some memories must be fuzzy..."

Erick told her what he knew, most of it sounded like utter nonsense but she recognized some parts as true. The last bit was confusing, she hoped Harry could wake up soon so he could tell her the rest.

"Everyone thinks you're a hero. You and Potter. And let's say I... I felt guilty."

"Okay," She nodded, "well, I'm sorry I treated you badly. I was upset and things weren't going like I wanted to."

"I wasn't apprehensive either when I teased you about losing. I hope you still consider to keep our friendship"

"It would still be a secret, I suppose..."

"My parents wouldn't approve," Erick lowered his head, "my brother would kick my face if he found out, but you're worthy of my trust and I would be happy to have you around, I hope you can-"

"I do," Mel said, "it's nice of you to come and check on me, considering how you're not exactly used to care about others"

"We're good now?" He stretched out his hand, "You won't have to doubt me ever again"

"Alright," Mel shook his hand, "you should get out of here before any of my friends see you, though. They'll try to fight you thinking you're upsetting me."

Erick smirked.

"Have a good night, Miss."

"Goodnight."

Friends visited through the day, Miss Pomfrey allowed her to leave the hospital wing that night but Mel was reluctant to leave, she wanted to stay and wait for Harry to wake up.

McGonagall had to take her outside.

"You can come back tomorrow," McGonagall guided her to the Great Hall, "tonight you must go back to your tower."

When Mel arrived at the Great Hall, she was welcomed by a bunch of students that wanted to shake her hand and ask her about what happened, she was overwhelmed with the attention and couldn't sit down until the twins pushed the kids away and took her to Ron and Hermione.

She was glad to see her friends. Ron was healthy and good as new, he complained a lot when Mel hugged him and kissed his cheek, although he looked quite pleased afterwards.

When Mel arrived that night to the common room, Angelina Johnson was waiting for her.

"Mel! I'm so happy you're alright," The girl smiled, "I wanted to go to the hospital wing to give it to you, but Pomfrey wouldn't let me."

"Give me what?" Mel frowned.

"Harry didn't tell you?" She raised her brows, "Oh, I guess he didn't have time... he came to me one night and told me you were fond of Lucy, my cat."

"Oh, is she yours?" Mel beamed, "She's lovely! How is she?"

"Well, she had her kittens weeks ago, I already gave away most of them but Harry asked me to keep one so he could give it to you as an early birthday present, but the school year is about to end and..."

Angelina didn't say it, but Mel knew what she meant. Harry wasn't there, and they didn't know when he would return.

"Thanks," She said with a hoarse voice, "He... he really asked you?"

"Yes, look..." She grabbed a small box.

A tiny black cat was looking up to her, it had small green eyes and the cutest nose.

Mel teared up, holding the kitten on her arms.

"It's beautiful," She sniffed, "thank you..."

"Don't thank me," Angelina stroke her arm, "he'll get better, you'll see."

Mel couldn't sleep that night.

Next morning she asked Neville to look after her kitten -She named it Grey, thinking it was funny to call a black cat a different color, and as a way of honoring his mummy- and spend her entire morning next to Harry's bed, half-asleep and holding his hand, hoping he would grab it to let her know he was conscious.

When she woke up tense and sore, it took her a few seconds to notice she wasn't alone.

"I see you didn't sleep well last night," Dumbledore spoke up, "pitty, you have gone through plenty of trouble these days"

"Professor Dumbledore," Mel stood up, unsure of how to act around him, "I-Uh-I was worried. Harry, you see... He hasn't woken up since that night"

"I see," Dumbledore got closer, "maybe we can do something about it..." He put a hand on the boy's forehead.

Harry's sleepy eyes opened, he looked around and his stare landed on Dumbledore.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.

The boy reacted fast.

"Sir! The Stone! It was Quirrell! He's got the Stone! Sir, quick –"

"Calm yourself, dear boy, you are a little behind the times," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell does not have the Stone."

"Then who does? Sir, I –"

"Harry, please relax, or Madam Pomfrey will have me thrown out."

The boy then noticed movement behind Dumbledore and his face mixed with both, confusion and relief at seeing his friend.

"Mel?"

"Glasses!" The girl hugged him, not as tight as she would have liked, she was scared of hurting him, "You've been unconscious for days! I thought... I'm so glad you're awake!"

"Days?" He wondered, when Mel stepped back he saw the table next to him, full of all kinds of gifts.

"Tokens from your friends and admirers," said Dumbledore, beaming. "What happened down in the dungeons between you and Professor Quirrell is a complete secret, so, naturally, the whole school knows. I believe your friends Misters Fred and George Weasley were responsible for trying to send you a lavatory seat. No doubt they thought it would amuse you. Madam Pomfrey, however, felt it might not be very hygienic, and confiscated it."

"How long have I been in here?"

"Three days. Mr Ronald Weasley and Miss Granger will be most relieved you have come round, they have been extremely worried, just like my niece."

"But sir, the Stone –"

"I see you are not to be distracted. Very well, the Stone. Professor Quirrell did not manage to take it from you. I arrived in time to prevent that, although you were doing very well on your own, I must say."

Mel didn't know that part of the story.

"You got there? You got Hermione's owl?"

"We must have crossed in mid-air. No sooner had I reached London than it became clear to me that the place I should be was the one I had just left. I arrived just in time to pull Quirrell off you –"

"It was you."

"I feared I might be too late."

"You nearly were, I couldn't have kept him off the Stone much longer –"

"Not the Stone, boy, you – the effort involved nearly killed you two. For one terrible moment there, I was afraid it had. As for the Stone, it has been destroyed."

"Destroyed?" said Harry blankly. "But your friend – Nicolas Flamel –"

"Oh, you know about Nicolas?" said Dumbledore, sounding quite delighted. "You did do the thing properly, didn't you? Well, Nicolas and I have had a little chat and agreed it's all for the best."

"But that means he and his wife will die, won't they?"

"They have enough Elixir stored to set their affairs in order and then, yes, they will die."

Dumbledore smiled at the look of amazement on Harry's face.

"To one as young as you, I'm sure it seems incredible, but to Nicolas and Perenelle, it really is like going to bed after a very, very long day. After all, to the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure. You know, the Stone was really not such a wonderful thing. As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all – the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things which are worst for them."

"It still is a bit sad," Mel argued, "they weren't hurting anyone and yet they had to sacrifice their lives in order to avoid a bigger problem that didn't have to do with them"

"Some things are harder to quit than others. However, Mel, I recall you almost died trying to protect Harry from Quirrell. I know you understand how we can sacrifice valuable things for the people we love. My friend Nicholas loves the wizarding world as it is, and he does not wish to see more tragedies"

They stayed quiet for a moment, Dumbledore humming an unknown song.

"Sir?" said Harry after a while "I've been thinking ... Sir – even if the Stone's gone, Vol– ... I mean, You-Know-Who –"

"Call him Voldemort, Harry. Always use the proper name for things. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself."

"Yes, sir. Well, Voldemort's going to try other ways of coming back, isn't he? I mean, he hasn't gone, has he?"

"No, Harry, he has not. He is still out there somewhere, perhaps looking for another body to share ... not being truly alive, he can- not be killed. He left Quirrell to die; he shows just as little mercy to his followers as his enemies. Nevertheless, Harry, while you may only have delayed his return to power, it will merely take someone else who is prepared to fight what seems a losing battle next time – and if he is delayed again, and again, why, he may never return to power."

Harry nodded.

"Sir, there are some other things I'd like to know, if you can tell me ... things I want to know the truth about ..."

"The truth," Dumbledore sighed. "It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution. However, I shall answer your questions unless I have a very good reason not to, in which case I beg you'll forgive me. I shall not, of course, lie. I should offer the same to you, Mel. If you also have questions, that is"

"Well ... Voldemort said that he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?"

Dumbledore sighed very deeply this time.

"Alas, the first thing you ask me, I cannot tell you. Not today. Not now. You will know, one day ... put it from your mind for now, Harry. When you are older ... I know you hate to hear this ... when you are ready, you will know."

Mel didn't like that, it sounded hard, difficult. Something a child could not possibly understand without breaking apart.

"But why couldn't Quirrell touch me?"

"Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn't realise that love as powerful as your mother's for you leaves its own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign... to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin. Quirrell, full of hatred, greed and ambition, sharing his soul with Voldemort, could not touch you for this reason. It was agony to touch a person marked by something so good."

Mel noticed that Harry had tears in his eyes. She'd never seen him cry, not in a long time and so out of the blue. It usually had to do with Dudley punching him, not with feelings. She searched for his hand, hoping he wouldn't push it away.

He didn't.

"And the Invisibility Cloak – do you know who sent it to me?"

"Ah – your father happened to leave it in my possession and I thought you might like it." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Useful things ... your father used it mainly for sneaking off to the kitchens to steal food when he was here."

"And there's something else ..."

"Fire away."

"Quirrell said Snape –"

"Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, him – Quirrell said he hates me because he hated my father. Is that true?"

'Well, they did rather detest each other. Not unlike yourself and Mr Malfoy. And then, your father did something Snape could never forgive."

"What?"

"He saved his life."

"What?"

"Yes ..." said Dumbledore dreamily. "Funny, the way people's minds work, isn't it? Professor Snape couldn't bear being in your father's debt ... I do believe he worked so hard to protect you this year because he felt that would make him and your father quits. Then he could go back to hating your father's memory in peace ..."

"That doesn't sound polite," She mumbled, "now that I think about it... I do have a question."

"Yes?"

"Before Quirrell attacked me, I did... well, I don't know if I did it"

"You did," Harry looked at her intently, "I felt it. It was... strange"

Mel looked at them before continuing.

"I did something without my wand," She explained, "it felt like the things I would do whenever I was scared or angry before I knew I was a witch, I couldn't control it..."

Dumbledore's eyes shifted for a moment, if she had known him better, she would've recognized that look as one of fear.

"Emotions are a powerful thing," Dumbledore said finally, "you were overwhelmed by the situation, and desperate to find a solution. Your body acted on its own. It has happened before, some cases... do not end well. I suggest to try and learn to control your mind, it should be you the one making decisions, not your emotions, Mel."

She understood most of it, and that only made her more anxious.

"And sir, there's one more thing ..." Harry said.

"Just the one?"

"How did I get the Stone out of the Mirror?"

"Ah, now, I'm glad you asked me that. It was one of my more brilliant ideas, and between you and me, that's saying something. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone – find it, but not use it – would be able to get it, otherwise they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life. My brain surprises even me sometimes ... Now, enough questions. I suggest you make a start on these sweets. Ah! Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans! I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit-flavoured one, and since then I'm afraid I've rather lost my liking for them – but I think I'll be safe with a nice toffee, don't you?" He smiled and popped the golden-brown bean into his mouth. Then he choked and said, "Alas! Earwax!"

Dumbledore left moments after, leaving them alone to talk in peace.

"Why didn't you tell me Angelina owned the cat I liked?" Mel asked.

Harry smiled guiltily.

"I wanted to give you a birthday present in advance. Owls might be dirty, but Emily can't say the same about cats!"

"It was nice of you," Mel beamed, "I named him Grey, he reminds me of you."

Harry frowned.

"You have it now? I wanted- wait, how can he look like me?"

"He's got messy black fur and green eyes"

"And you called him Grey?"

"I thought it was funny"

"Obviously," Harry rolled his eyes, grinning, "I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you personally"

"I'm just happy you're awake," She added, "I also think you're a hero..."

"You are too," Harry replied.

"Your Bloody Baron is perfect! Maybe you should consider working as a professional imitator," She teased.

"Bug off," He laughed, "you know, now that I remember... you never told me what you saw in the mirror"

Mel nearly choked with her chocolate frog.

"That's private."

"Come on! You know mine!" He insisted.

The girl hesitated, then, after finding a solution she replied:

"I saw myself as Headmaster. I was old and smart like Dumbledore, people looked up to me."

"That sounds like you," He agreed, "why were you so upset when you saw it, though? It isn't a bad thing"

"I thought it was embarrassing," She lied, "I know I'm not smart enough to be like him"

"I don't think that," Harry raised a brow, "I think that you could perfectly be it"

She hated his kindness, it wasn't helping the annoying thumping on her chest at all.

"Well, who knows," Mel shrugged, "maybe one day what I saw will be true, Glasses."

"I hope so, Dumby"

"Stooop," She groaned.

"I'll stop when you stop"

She knew that Harry wouldn't have said all those kind words if he had known the truth.

He would've been horrified to know Mel had seen them kissing.

"So the Stone's gone?" said Ron, "Flamel's just going to die?"

He and Hermione arrived at the last hour of the day, the visiting hours were about to end.

"That's what I said, but Dumbledore thinks that – what was it?" Harry asked her.

"To the well-organised mind, death is but the next great adventure," Mel quoted.

"I always said he was off his rocker-ouch!" Ron looked angrily at Mel, she had punched his arm, "Now what did I do?"

"Dumbledore's my uncle, be careful with what you say," She warned him.

"So what happened to you?" asked Harry to Ron and Hermione.

"Well, I got back all right," said Hermione. "I brought Ron round – that took a while – and we were dashing up to the owlery to contact Dumbledore when we met him in the Entrance Hall. He already knew – he just said, 'Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?' and hurtled off to the third floor."

"D'you think he meant you to do it?' said Ron. "Sending you your father's Cloak and everything?"

"Well," Hermione exploded, "if he did – I mean to say – that's terrible – you could have been killed."

"No, it isn't," said Harry thoughtfully. "He's a funny man, Dumbledore. I think he sort of wanted to give me a chance. I think he knows more or less everything that goes on here, you know. I reckon he had a pretty good idea we were going to try, and instead of stopping us, he just taught us enough to help. I don't think it was an accident he let me find out how the Mirror worked. It's almost like he thought I had the right to face Voldemort if I could ..."

Mel thought differently. Sure, that was kind, but if it was the same with her; how he reacted after knowing what she did... that meant Dumbledore was hoping for the worst on her behalf.

"Yeah, Dumbledore's barking, all right," said Ron proudly, stepping away from Mel, "Listen, you've got to be up for the end-of-year feast tomorrow. The points are all in and Slytherin won, of course – you missed the last Quidditch match, we were steamrollered by Ravenclaw without you – but the food'll be good."

"Ah, need me a good feast," Mel sighed dreamily.

Madam Pomfrey bustled over.

"You've had nearly fifteen minutes, now OUT," she said firmly.

Harry came back just in time for the feast, people whispered and tried to take a good look at him. Mel didn't try to stop them, something told her it was bound to be a constant thing as long as they stayed in the castle. Long six years awaited.

"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were ... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts ... Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding and the points stand thus: in fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw have four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, five hundred and twenty-two.'

The Slytherin table erupted in cheers and stamping. Mel caught sight of Erick, when he noticed her eyes fixed on him, he winked in complicity.

"Yes, yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."

The room went very still. The Slytherins' smiles faded a little.

"Ahem," said Dumbledore, "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes ... First – to Mr Ronald Weasley, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

The table burst in applause, Mel could faintly hear Percy proudly talking about Ron a few seats behind.

"Second – to Miss Hermione Granger ... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."

Hermione lowered her face and hid it on her arms. Mel was beaming, she was so proud! Her friend Hermione Granger was just the best.

"To Mel Dumbledore, who gave away her own safety in order to keep others well, loyal 'til the last minute... I award Gryffindor with fifty points"

Mel didn't feel like she deserved so many, comparing to the rest of her friends her actions were minimal, barely something to recognize.

Ron ruffled her hair.

"I guess we could also be not-awful together..."

She laughed, putting an arm around his shoulders.

"Fourth – to Mr Harry Potter ..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. "... for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."

The room was loud, Mel had never heard something like it before.

Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.

"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr Neville Longbottom."

The kids cheered and jumped, covering Neville in hugs and kind words. Gryffindor had won the house cup, everything was perfect.

"Which means," Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."

The lion overthrew the snake, scarlet and gold now illuminating the room.

Hermione and Mel were top of the year. It wasn't a surprise, she was well aware of her own efforts, the results were good enough.

The way back home was delightful, louder than the first trip. Harry showed her the gift Hagrid had made for him and she admired the first few photographs.

"Why is it that you always get the coolest presents?"

"Hey, you got a cat that looks like me!"

"That was a very narcissistic thing to say, even for the boy-who-lived." Mel teased, "Grey is cool though, that's true"

"Next time I'll make sure to give you the best gift," He assured her, "in person, too."

"Don't even," She shrugged it off, "that would only make me feel worse. As if I could possibly top Harry Potter and his crazy ideas! You'd probably get me a gold cauldron..."

"That was ONE time-!"

"You must come and stay this summer," said Ron, "all of you – I'll send you an owl."

"Thanks," said Harry. "I'll need something to look forward to."

People jostled them as they moved towards the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called:

"Bye, Harry!"

"See you, Potter!"

"Still famous," said Ron, grinning at him.

"Still a dummy," Mel added.

"Not where I'm going, I promise you," said Harry, "well, maybe the dummy part"

They passed through the gateway together.

"There he is, Mum, there he is, look!" It was Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister, but she wasn't pointing at Ron, "Harry Potter! Look, Mum! I can see –"

"Be quiet, Ginny, and it's rude to point."

Mrs Weasley smiled down at them.

"Busy year?" she said.

"Very," said Harry.

"I should know," A voice said from behind them, "yesterday I got the longest, most terrifying letter of my whole life listing all the things you did this year, Mel Dumbledore."

Mel froze, her mother circle the group of kids and stared at her expectantly, her arms crossed.

"You have a lot of explaining to do"

"Thanks for the fudge and the jumper, Mrs Weasley," Harry moved away from them, afraid of getting the same treatment.

"Oh, it was nothing, dear," Mrs. Weasley nervous too.

"I was worried sick! How could you hide all those things from me?" Her mum asked angrily, "Your uncle had to calm my nerves with a potion, Mel. A Potion!"

"I'm sorry!" Mel pleaded, "I didn't want to worry you!"

"I worry alright! Bloody worried!" She exclaimed, "You won't leave the house in a week- Is that a cat?!"

"I never leave the house!" Mel retorted, hiding the cat's basket behind her back.

"No Harry, then!"

"What?!" Both kids exclaimed.

"Do you want it to be two weeks?" She offered.

They stopped arguing.

"Ready, are you?" It was Mr Dursley, looking as angry and displeased as always.

"You must be Harry's family!" said Mrs Weasley.

"In a manner of speaking," said Mr Dursley, "Hurry up, boy, we haven't got all day." He walked away.

"I'll get the car as well," Emily sighed, controlling her nerves, "it was a pleasure to see you again, Molly. Give me..." Mel handed the trunk and bags to her, keeping Grey in her arms and staying to say goodbye to Ron and Hermione.

"See you over the summer, then."

"Hope you have – er – a good holiday," said Hermione, looking uncertainly after Mr Dursley.

"Oh, I will," said Harry cheerfully, "They don't know we're not allowed to use magic at home. We're going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer..."

"At last, you listen to me," Mel smiled, already planning to make Dudley's life a perfect little nightmare.

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bangtanoneshotsx · 6 years ago

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Reaction-Day Out With Their Child

Namjoon-

Namjoon's eyes scanned as his hand ran over the spines of every book on the shelf. He already had a couple of books in his right hand, some he had been dying to read for months yet never got round to. His daughter sat at the small table in the middle of the children's section, her attention was drawn to the colouring page and crayons in front of her. A smile fluttered onto Namjoon's lips as he let out a gasp, grabbing the thin oversized book. Turning, he carefully sat on the blue plastic child-sized chair, already feeling his back ache from the position.

"Y/D/N, I found one!" His daughter looked up, an excited smile on her face as she dropped her crayon, instantly forgetting about the seahorse she was colouring in. Quickly, she made her way onto her father's lap, Namjoon instantly wrapping an arm around her to protect her from falling. His daughter stretched out her arm, trying to open the book so she could start hearing the story.

"Alright, alright." Namjoon chuckled, opening the book and clearing his throat. A grin appeared as his daughter giggled at his exaggerated voice, pointing at the pictures occasionally.

Seokjin-

Jin sighed, running a hand over his face. He let out a yawn as he nodded in thanks to his manager who held the door open for him and his son. The small backpack bounced against his son's back as he raced down the corridor, occasionally looking back, checking his father was still behind him. The maze of corridors was no match for his son as he raced towards the sound of Hoseok's laughter, skidding to a halt in front of the door with the label ‘BTS.' Turning to face his father, he grinned as his father whispered 'okay', opening the door for his son to race forward, straight into the arms of Taehyung. Placing his bag down in the corner of the room, Jin watched with a smile as his son excitedly spoke with Taehyung, the latter listening to everything the young boy had to say, with expressive interest.

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"Hey, buddy," Jin spoke quietly as his son furrowed his eyebrows, his hands resting on Jin's thighs as he tried to push himself up onto his father's lap. Taking the hint, Jin laughed, quickly picking up his son, placing him on his lap facing the mirror, allowing the stylist to continue to work on his hair. He observed with a grin, his shoulders shaking with laughter, as his son studied his own reflection, bubbles of giggles escaping him as he raised his small arms only to find the reflection would copy him. His fascination with the mirror soon ended, instead, he turned to face his father, his eyes lighting up with wonder as his father now wore light spots on his face, which the makeup artist was quickly making disappear.

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Jin's son wore red headphones as he sat on the black plastic chair at the side of the stage, his favourite toy still in his lap as he waved back to his father, just before Jin went back into position to perform the song again.

Yoongi-

A set of ears adorned Yoongi's head as he tried to fight back a smile. The castle was large and decorated to the max for Christmas, with fairy lights everywhere you looked. The red sweater Yoongi wore was just thick enough, though the sleeves were a little too long, covering more the base of his hands as he pushed the stroller down the sidewalk. His son sat in the stroller his eyes wide with curiosity as he watched people walk past him, some wearing the same ears his father reluctantly wore just to please you. He was only supposed to wear them for an Instagram picture but had decided to keep them on when his son giggled at them, muttering the word 'pretty.' His son wore a matching red ear hat.

In normal circumstances Yoongi would have stayed behind slightly, allowing the others to decide what they wanted to do. But now the decisions were up to him, and he was determined to make sure his son had the best day ever.

And so when Yoongi heard his son gasp, excited mumbles coming from him, as they came across the small amount of greenery in the theme park, a grey donkey standing in the middle with a line of people waiting, he instantly sped up, joining the back of the queue.

Picking up his son, Yoongi thanked the member of staff who took the stroller from him, taking it out of the camera's viewpoint. His heart warmed as his son stumbled to the grey donkey, his small chubby arms wrapping around as much of the character as he could. Yoongi stood quietly as he watched the adorable interaction, quietly passing the character the autograph book.

Picking up his son and placing him on his hip, Yoongi pointed to the camera, directing his son's focus there as the woman took the photo using Yoongi's phone. Instantly, Yoongi knew what his new lock screen would be.

Hoseok-

His daughter was a lot braver than he was. Hoseok had come to that conclusion fairly quickly. His daughter sat beside him, a grin on her face as she pointed out the lions, her small hand waving to the animals who were sunbathing on the rock in the middle of their section.

As they entered the elephant section Hoseok swore there wasn't enough protection on the van that was taking them around the park, and it definitely wasn't going fast enough for his liking. However, his daughter was fascinated, making Hoseok laugh as she tried to imitate the sound she had just heard one of the elephants make, a giggle quickly following her attempt.

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His daughter's hand and nose were pressed against the glass. as she intently watched the penguins swim, occasionally flipping to turn directions, making a giggle leave her. Hoseok was crouched as he placed an arm around her waist to steady her as she excitedly jumped, naming every penguin that passed her.

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Hoseok much preferred the animals that lived in the gift shop, even if they were overly priced. He especially preferred the stuffed penguin toy that his sleeping daughter was currently hugging as he carried her back to the car.

Jimin-

A half-eaten packet of crisps sat next to a juice box on the table beside Jimin, the packet rustling as Jimin absentmindedly took a crisp. His daughter's shoes were next to his bag, her jacket thrown across one of the plastic chairs around the table. His eyebrows furrowed, Jimin scanned the maze of soft play, trying to spot the yellow dress his daughter had chosen to wear. Finally, he found it, sighing in relief as he realised his daughter was okay and just about to climb through one of the many tunnels. Sending a quick text to you, Jimin closed his eyes, folding his arms across his chest, getting a few moments of peace.

However, that was quickly interrupted by his daughter calling on him. Opening his eyes, he spotted her about to go on the slide. Remembering his promise he quickly grabbed his phone, going to the bottom of the slide to start recording. Jimin had promised his daughter that he'd film her going down the slide so she could show you.

"Ready!" At her father's encouragement, your daughter slid down the slide, a grin on her face, a squeal leaving her as she landed in the ball pit at the bottom.

"You did amazing!" Jimin exclaimed, dropping to his knees to bring his daughter into a hug.

As his daughter stepped back, Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, noticing something was wrong.

"Where's your sock?" Your daughter's right foot was covered with a dirty white sock, her left foot bare. Shrugging, his daughter simply said,

"Fell off." Jimin sighed, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he muttered,

"Your mum's going to kill me."

Taehyung-

The bright lights of the screens were a stark contrast to the dark room Taehyung had just entered, his hand gripping his daughters as he led her to the token machine, exchanging the notes he had for the small tokens in order for her to play the games.

His daughter gripped onto the plastic cup that held the red tokens so much that the cup was squished around the middle. In an instant, she slipped from Taehyung's grasp, racing towards the silver game with a red chair attached. Taehyung chuckled as his daughter looked back at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she held onto the red chair.

"Mario Kart? Is that why you desperately wanted to come here?" Nodding, his daughter grinned.

"Can we?" Though she asked, she knew that her father would say yes to anything she wanted, that was proven by Taehyung nodding, already knowing all the counters would be spent on the one game in the corner of the room. As his daughter squealed with glee jumping up onto the chair, Taehyung laughed as her tongue poked out, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand why she couldn't reach the pedals.

"How about you steer and I work the pedals?" Reluctantly nodding, his daughter allowed Taehyung to place her on his lap, entering the number of tokens needed. It was no surprise to Taehyung as she picked Princess Peach as her character, excitedly pushing the button that she was ready.

40 tokens down, and tired of hearing the same theme tune that he was forced to listen to for the past hour, Taehyung noticed there was only one token left. So when the game finally finished, the two words 'try again' appearing across the screen, Taehyung saw his chance to get away.

"Why don't we play a different game with the last token? Let's see if we can win that pink elephant you saw." The pink elephant was in the claw machine, and in a very difficult position to reach with only one token, but Taehyung was willing to risk it if it meant he didn't have to hear the same script repeated all over again. Thankfully, his daughter agreed, jumping off her father's lap and grabbing the paper cup before racing to the machine, patiently waiting for her father to catch up. Carefully, she inserted the coin, watching as her father quickly took control of the claw, both their breaths held in suspense.

Taehyung only breathed again after another thirty tokens, the pink elephant finally in his daughter's arms.

Jungkook-

Ice cream dribbled down Jungkook’s son’s chin, the vanilla ice cream steadily dripping onto his mickey mouse towel. Chuckling, Jungkook grabbed a pile of tissues, crumpling them together as he wiped his son’s chin. He sat on the towel that had somehow gathered sand in the corners, his son beside him wearing matching sunglasses, a blue cap on his head. Letting out a small breath, Jungkook leant against his arms, as his son babbled, still focused on the ice cream. Your apartment was unbearably hot, even with the air condition on full blast. Jungkook could only sit in front of a fan with his son for so long, his iced drink instantly turning warm. Deciding it was better to be too hot outside where there would be a slight breeze than stuck in the stuffy apartment, Jungkook quickly packed a bag with some of his son's stuff, immediately taking him to the beach.

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Jungkook laughed as his son flapped his arms, creating ripples in the sea, spraying some of the salty water in his father's direction. Grinning, Jungkook moved slightly out of the way, holding up his phone to record him. It was still hot, way too hot for Jungkook's liking, but at least his son was having fun.

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kimjongdahhwae · 6 years ago

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Crush Culture

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader Genre: Fluff, High School!AU

a/n: When you listen to a particular song and a scenario just popped out of your mind HAHAHAHA. In this case, the song is Crush Culture by Conan Gray. Listen to his EP entitled “Sunset Season” , 11/10 would recommend!!!

This is not proofread so I’m sorry for the mistakes. HSKHSKHSK

Anyway, enjoy reading. ________________________________________________________________

"Jesus Christ Yeri, stop looking at your phone and finish this project!" you retorted at your groupmate who is also your best friend.

"I literally stopped for like 2 seconds to check the time y/n, don't overreact!" she said and continued to type your paper in History.

"And you're literally using your laptop, why can't you just look at the time on your laptop, it's right there!" you grinned

"Shut up!"

"Obviously you're waiting for him to text you, well he won't," you said and continued to read other references on your laptop.

"This is why nobody likes you."

"Sometimes I ask myself why did we become best friends? Oh yeah right, because you love me," you said and made Yeri rolled her eyes and laughed.

High school is one of the shittiest moments in your life, with all the boys and girls trying to get noticed by their crushes or worse, being in a relationship. In high school, it seems like "who are you with" is more important above everything.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. I was up all night finding some more references," your other groupmate said while placing his bag on the table.

"Jaemin, we know you stayed up all night because you're playing video games with Jeno," you said, still focused on your laptop.

"I didn't say that," Jaemin said, opening his laptop while rubbing his eyes.

"You don't have to, because it's pretty obvious," you pointed at his laptop screen and his eyes widened when he saw the icon of the video game, still opened.

"See, this is why no one has a crush on you," Yeri said sarcastically.

"I'm too smart for them anyways," you joked.

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It's a lunch break and you're currently eating in the cafeteria with Yeri.

"Why do they show their clinginess and affection here, IT'S A FREAKING SCHOOL!" you remarked, annoyed at the couple sitting on the table across you.

"Why are you so mad about couples doing their stuff, being sweet to each other or whatever. That's how they show their love for each other," Yeri replied and took a bite of her sandwich.

"I don't hate them, I despise them."

Minutes later, Jaemin arrived and took a seat in front of you while placing his backpack on the table.

"Did you print our paper?" you asked, he just nodded and yawned.

"You played video games all night again, why am I not surprised," Jaemin didn't answer and placed his face flat on his backpack.

You were surprised when Yeri slammed her left palm on the table while holding her phone on her other hand.

"Got to go guys! I just need to meet someone!" Yeri excitedly said and exited the cafeteria.

"Geez, what's up with people and their so-called crushes," you rolled your eyes and finished your lunch.

"What's up with you and your irritation towards crushes," Jaemin said, face still on his bag.

"They make me want to spill my guts out. People pursue their crushes but in the end, it will not work out."

Jaemin lifted his face and looked at you.

"What if you met someone and I don't know, you fell for that person?"

"I doubt it," you laughed.

Jaemin stared at your eyes.

"Just, what if?" he asked, and he seems serious.

"I don't know really, whatever happens, happens I guess?" you shrugged because the thought of you having a crush? Not gonna happen.

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"Jaemin, where are we going again?" you lazily asked and letting yourself get dragged by Jaemin.

"There's this new arcade that opened yesterday, Jeno told me about it," Jaemin stopped at his tracks.

"And why are you dragging me there instead of Jeno?" you crossed your arms. You just want to go home and sleep, or watch Netflix.

"We already went there yesterday! So I thought, why not I asked you to go with me?"

"Okay first, you didn't 'asked' me, you just told me to come with you somewhere."

"But--" Jaemin was cut-off by you, shushing him.

"Second, I'm tired. PE drained me physically and mentally. Third, I left my wallet at home. I don't have any extra money."

"Fear not! I'll treat you so let's go!"

Seems like this boy will never give up, you let yourself get dragged by Jaemin once again.

When you both arrived at the arcade, it was packed with high school students around your age and some kids with their brothers or sisters.

You and Jaemin bought tokens, courtesy of him of course because you forgot your wallet. He dragged you to the basketball game first.

"Let's battle!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah why n--"

"--you're ready to lose?" you said while grinning.

"Oh, it's on!"

"The loser will buy pizza!"

You and Jaemin went to every multiplayer game and tallied your scores who won on that particular game.

"Guess I'm buying you pizza before going home?" Jaemin asked when the two of you went out of the arcade.

"Of course, told you-you're gonna lose," you smirked.

"Well, lead the way miss y/n," he said and made a gesture with his hand.

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You and Jaemin became close months after.

When you want to do something, go out or go to the library to study and Yeri is not available or busy, you text Jaemin. You two are always hanging out with each other's houses.

You're now waiting for Jaemin outside of the movie theater. It’ s Saturday so he asked you to hangout with him.

You [4:00 PM]: Wer r u? >:( Jaemin [1:03 PM]: omw, sorry :<

You sighed because you knew this would happen. Jaemin always wakes up late because of video games.

You smiled because you realized how you have gotten closer with Jaemin. Before, you two are just acquaintances. Now, he's like your second best friend. You thought of his mannerisms, his smile that makes your day, his deep laugh, his eyes that stared at your own pair whenever you two make a bet or debate about something.

Your phone buzzed again. You opened it expecting it was Jaemin, no it's Yeri. You're going to read Yeri's message, but Jaemin is calling you.

"Where are you?"

"I'm sorry! I'm walk--no running to get there on time, I'm buying fries to make it up to you."

"You better!"

You suddenly had the urge to pee, so you went to the restroom. When you got out, you heard someone---a boy said Yeri's name.

"She's not even that pretty, She's the one who's pursuing me HAHAHAHA!"

"Dude, that girl is head over heels for you."

"Yes, she even tried to kiss me, who am I to refuse?"

"Then you dumped her the next day because you said she's boring. You're kinda cruel, man."

The group of boys continued laughing, you couldn't resist yourself and punched the guy in the face.

"You boys are disgusting!"

"Who the hell are you?" he asked while holding his jaw.

"Dude, I think she's a friend of Yeri's," his friend whispered.

"Oh, that boring girl who likes me?" you punched him again at his comment.

"Just because you're a girl doesn't mean I'm not going to hurt you," he smirked and raised his arm but someone punched him first, and it's not you or his friends, it was Jaemin.

"Sorry I'm late, let's ditch this movie," he smiled and dragged you out of the scene.

You went to the playground with Jaemin, you're both currently sitting on the swing set. It's already 5:30 PM and neither of you are speaking about what happened earlier. Jaemin doesn't like this, he doesn't like it when you're quiet and thinking about things that are making you sad.

"Hey, do you want to get some ice cream?" he tried to broke the silence.

"Can I say something....for like a second? Do you know the real reason why I don't want to have feelings with anybody?" you blurted out, having the urge to vent out suddenly.

"Yes, you said they make you want to spill your guts out."

"That's not just it, I hate the feeling of getting hurt. They will feed you beautiful lies, kiss you and then they will forget you because they found someone new," you said, and then looked down.

"I really want to experience these things but, I can't bear the thought of someone leaving me for another. I don't want to experience this pain again. Just like what my father did," you said and looked at Jaemin, who is already looking at you.

You remembered the day your father left you and your mom for another family. You're 10 years old and just got home from school when you heard your mom and dad fighting in the kitchen, you faced them. When they saw you, they stopped but told you to go to your room.

Later that night, you were woken up by the banging of the door. You went outside to your room and saw your mother standing while crying in the living room, you saw your father already on the front door leaving. You called him and turned to you.

"Don't leave us, please. You and mom can fix this," you cried while hugging him.

"I'm sorry y/n, we can't," he broke the hug to take a look at you.

"Remember this, I love you both okay? I love you and your mom."

"If you love us then, why are you leaving?"

"I don't want to hurt your mother anymore. Give her the love I didn't give, take care of her," you father whispered while rubbing your tears away.

Then he stood up, went out and closed the door.

You told Jaemin about what happened, and how a year later you found your dad in a mall with another woman, holding a child.

"This is why I don't want to catch feelings for a person because, in the end, they'll fall out and will not catch you."

"Hey, not all men are the same," Jaemin said looking into your eyes, you didn't respond and just looked at your feet again.

"I will never do that to you. I will never hurt you," Jaemin whispered.

"What did you say?" you looked at Jaemin, shocked because of what he said.

You clearly heard him. You just don't know what or how to respond.

"Nothing," he shrugged. Once again, silence consumed the both of you.

Until both of you spoked at the same time but being the gentleman he was, he let you speak first.

"I want to go home, I'm worried about Yeri."

"I'll walk you home," Jaemin stood up and held out his hand for you. You took it even though you still feel the awkwardness earlier.

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It's Sunday night, you and Yeri are having a sleepover.

"Are you sure your fine?" you asked her.

"For the nth time, I'm fine, he's not worth my tears anyway," he said and popped a chip in her mouth.

You're watching some horror film in your living room. You thought this sleepover because of Yeri, because of what that guy did to her but instead, you're the one who needs some advice.

"What's the deal between you and Jaemin?" she blurted out, making you jump because of his name.

"Uhh, we're fine? I guess?" you said and scrolled tweets on your phone.

"Y/n you're not telling me something. What did I miss between the two of you?"

"Nothing! We're just friends!" you said defensively.

"I know your lying," she smirked.

You gave up and told her the events that happened yesterday.

"Well, do you like him?" she raised her eyebrow.

"No? As I said, we're just friends."

"Well, in that case, you don't mind if he will have a crush on other people at school? or if I will have a crush on him?"

"N-no!"

"Think of a thing you've always wanted to do."

"Then?" this time, you're the one who raised an eyebrow.

"Then think of a person who you wanted to accompany you in doing that thing," Yeri said and smirked at your reaction.

"You smiled, I know you thought of Jaemin first before me," she pointed at your face.

"No I DID NOT!" yes, yes you did.

"I'm going to sleep. Sort out your feelings. I know you're still scared of experiencing these things and thinking that men are the same but Jaemin is different and I can feel it. He likes you so much and It's very obvious. You're the only one who can't see it," Yeri patted your head and went to your room.

You contemplated what Yeri said.

Yes, you thought of Jaemin first because he's the easy going type of person, unlike Yeri. You always want to hang out with him because his sense of humor is different. He's always making you laugh and sometimes it's the other way around. Seeing Jaemin's smile or laugh, and knowing it's because of you makes your heart flutter. He doesn't judge you at whatever you do and listens to your rants about life 24/7. He always walks you home even though his street is on the other side. He takes care of you.

Oh mY gOd DO I REALLY LIKE HI--

Your phone buzzed, it's a text from Jaemin saying he's outside your house.

You still don't want to see or talk to him because you're scared to face him. But it seems like your feet has a mind of its own and immediately walked towards the front door. You opened it and saw Jaemin, wearing a white hoodie, sweatpants, and his favorite sneakers.

"What are you doing here this late?"

"I can't sleep."

"And?"

"I've been thinking about what happened yesterday."

"Oh, Yeri's fine. She's sleeping in my ro--"

"No, the one when we're on the playground. About what I said. I really REALLY like you y/n. You're smart, and beautif--"

"I am smart but I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL" you really can't take compliments.

"Please let me finish first," Jaemin sighs.

"Riiiight, sorry."

"I know you're scared of these crushes and catching feelings stuff but I can't control mine. I really like you and I tried to change your point of view about it so I am trying to pursue you that is why I asked you what if there's a person and you fall for that person, and I tried to be that person so I'm always asking you to hang out with me or spend time with me but you still won't budge. I know you don't like me and you will never like me bu--" Jaemin is now fumbling with his words so you cut him.

"I hate to say this but,,,, I like you too? I guess?" there you finally said it.

"What?" Jaemin's eyes widened, slowly he's smiling.

"Uhhhh, what do people call it? Uhm,,, I have a crush on you gOSH this is so embarrassing!" you said and covered your face with your hands. Jaemin removed your hands and squished your cheeks.

"You're cute when you get embarrassed," Jaemin laughed you punched him playfully.

"Shut up! I hate you!"

"No, you said it yourself, you like me," Jaemin smiled widely. That soft smile that made you fell for him.

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sakumosowainthirst · 5 years ago

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I’m running on 4 hours of sleep and coffee; let’s make a controversial post! Today’s topic: Fates/Awakening ships I hate! :D

Preface: I’m not hating on anyone who ships these. I’m also not saying you can’t/shouldn’t ship these. I’m merely voicing why I dislike them, because I usually keep it all to myself and just feel like screaming into the void today. So all of this is just my opinion, and you don’t have to take it seriously, okay? C: Also, I don’t want to have to type “to me” after every opinion, so just take it as implied.

Now then, let’s begin.

Lonliss/Lon’qu-Lissa

Easily my biggest dislike on the list. I will never, ever, ever understand why this is Owain’s most popular parentage. Their supports weren’t all that great, and they are just so different from each other in ways that I think they would just clash. I’ve seen people who ship it say, “He would be so supportive of Owain’s banter! He would encourage his playfulness!” And all I can think is, “Are we thinking of the same Lon’qu? The one who’s stoic, doesn’t talk much, is very serious and grumpy? That Lon’qu?” He’s the token tsundere, sure, but I really don’t see him accepting Owain; I actually see the opposite. I feel like Lissa and Owain’s upbeat personalities would grate on his nerves, to the point he’d find them both unbearably embarrassing. Lissa and Lon’qu also just have MUCH BETTER ships/supports with other characters, and tbh, they both deserve better. Lissa and Owain deserve someone who gels with their sunshine energy, and Lon’qu deserves a more reserved partner. Of all Owain’s dad ships, Lonliss is the only one I truly cannot, “see,” and no explanation has made me able to, “see,” it as they both are in canon, and probably never will, tbh. Every other Lissa ship, I can find some sort of merit, even if I don’t ship it, but when I look at Lonliss, there is just none. No chemistry, no commonality, no anything that makes them a good couple. Not in canon, anyway. I’ve heard a ton of headcanons for it (I’m an Owain stan and this is quite literally his most popular dad, it’s very common), and fanon is fine and dandy, but when it bends canon too much, it just doesn’t sit well with me, and Lon’qu being any sort of okay with Lissa and Owain just bends canon too much, to me. They’re too hyper, he’s too reserved. As a final thought, I’m admittedly not a fan of any ship that takes Lissa and Owain away from Ylisstol, and Lon’qu (along with Donnel) does. Their ending states they live in Ferox, and I just don’t like that. I like Owain growing up alongside Lucina. Also, Cynthia and probably Morgan would be in Ylisstol, and Owain canon has the Justice Cabal with them in his youth, so that’s kind of contradictory if he’s born and raised in Ferox. (I also personally headcanon both Lissa and Owain hating the cold, tbh. Odin has a line about hating the cold in Anna’s DLC in Fates, and I think Lissa mentions hating snow at some point, too, though I could be wrong.)

Owainigo/Laslodin/Owain-Brady

Grouping these together because I’m equally meh on both. I can definitely see them, but I don’t like them. Owain and Inigo do become bros, but I kind of feel like they would still squabble like petty children like their Awakening supports. It’s more in a brotherly way, though; they start off teasing each other and end up in a slap-hands fight. I like them as a friendship, just not a romantic ship.

Owain/Brady I have more trouble seeing because their only commonality is their mothers, and their supports make them seem like casual friends at best. I feel like their mothers is a big part of why they’re shipped, tbh, which is just kind of :T for me. I can see them if I squint, but it’s not a ship I care for.

The saddest thing is, look up anything spicy for Owain, you’re going to find one of these two in it. Either these two or...

Odiniles/Leodin/Leotrio Threesome

Oh boy, here we go, SakuMo disliking another popular pairing(s). Odin and Niles canonically bicker. Like, they are nasty to each other. Odin says as much in their A rank. He says they should try to get along more, but I’m not really sure how well that would turn out. To be honest, the only thing they really have in common is their loyalty to Leo. Lacking that, they’re two wildly different people. I’m not saying that different people can’t work as a couple--it happens all the time--but if you lack at least some common ground, it makes it really hard for a relationship to work. Devotion to your master isn’t really much common ground. Given their canon history, dramatically different personalities, and lack of common interests, I just don’t see them being compatible. Every Odiniles fic I’ve ever read had Niles uncharacteristically understanding of Odin, to the point it didn’t even feel like Niles at all/he was very OOC. One again, fanon is fine--you do you!--but bending canon too much and/or in ways that don’t make sense to the character is just not my scene.

Leodin is one that I can kind of see, definitely more than Odiniles, which in no way works in my head, but I’m just not a fan of it, generally. My dislike isn’t as strong as with Odiniles, but it’s still there. And I’ll just say that I am not into poly, don’t like OT3s, threesomes, etc., so that should sum up my feelings on the Leotrio as an OT3.

Odilise, Lazura, Selbaki, a.k.a. “The Oedipus Complex Ships”

Don’t make the Trio marry their moms, fam. Odilise is the most egregious one, tbh, because Elise is so much like Lissa and it’s so, so creepy to ship her with Odin. Never mind that canon Elise is supposed to be like...14-15 (I reject this canon and substitute my own hc of 18, but I digress), and though we don’t know how long the Trio is in Nohr before the start of Fates, we can assume anywhere from six months to a year or two considering they are well-established as retainers, so Odin is probably in his early 20s, at youngest maybe 20-21. (Granted, using the canon ages makes a lot of ships suspect, especially with the younger characters, but I digress.) I get that Elise is a good stat mom for Ophelia and gives the “canon” hair, but the ship itself is just problematic on a lot of fronts. She’s basically his mom, their supports are playful but it def feels brotherly-sisterly (granted most of Elise’s supports do) and throws in the romance literally out of left field in the S rank, and they just look kind of suspect together, fam. I have unfortunately in my travels across the internet for Owain content seen Odin/Elise porn, and the fact it makes me uncomfortable in a, “this looks really illegal,” way speaks volumes. And again, yes, I know the same would be true for other ships with Elise, and it’s why there are few I actually like with her. But Odin/Elise just in particular bothers me because like Lonliss, I see it the most, and it’s made me irrationally bitter toward it. This one and Lonliss are my two, “hair-trigger rage,” ships. I see either, I get really annoyed. I don’t voice this, mind--I keep on scrolling and ignore the content--but it does make me grumpy, lol. They’re the two I can honestly say I hate instead of just saying I dislike.

Selbaki is a bit lesser, but it basically makes Severa her own grandma, don’t do that. xD Severa already has a complex with trying to be perfect like her mom, so making her feel the same not only for her husband but also her daughter is just cruel to her. Give Severa a break, y’all.

Lazura is the least similar, admittedly, but it’s still in the same vein. Performer marrying a performer. Of the three, I can tolerate it the most, but it’s still not great for me.

Corrin/Any sibling, including Azura

Look, I get it. Corrin is, by technicality, not blood-related to any of them, with the exception of Azura, who is their blood-related cousin. H O W E V E R, just because they find out that they aren’t blood-related to the Nohr siblings doesn’t mean the familial bonds just go POOF. The Nohr siblings would definitely not be like, “I guess we can bang Corrin now.” If this were the case, adopted families would never “truly” bond because they aren’t related by blood. Corrin growing up in Nohr means that they would most likely always see the Nohr siblings as family, and vice-versa.

Hoshido, on the other hand, is a bit trickier. While it’s true they aren’t blood-related, I want to say Ryoma is the only one who knows? Like, I think he’s the only one who brings it up in the S Support? But lacking that, Corrin and the rest of the Hoshido siblings do think they’re blood-related. Hidden Truths states that Corrin never learned the truth about their real father, nor that Lilith is their sister. All 3 routes play out with the assumption that Sumeragi was Corrin’s father, and if it’s stated otherwise, it’s maybe only in the beginning as a throwaway line during the Mikoto section. You could make a plausible argument that the Trio could tell Corrin the truth, since all 3 of them have heart-rank lines where they reveal their real names and that they’re from another world, but that’s leading into possible canon rather than actual canon (and is also why I hc it). But for all intents and purposes, Corrin thinks they are blood-siblings with the Hoshido fam, so that would make them less likely to pursue them romantically. And even if they knew, they still all all each other brother/sister.

Azurrin is the trickiest. It’s only in Revelation that the connection between Arete, Azura’s mother, and Mikoto, Corrin’s mother, is made, afaicr, so in Birthright and Conquest, Corrin technically wouldn’t know they are cousins. However, Azura would. Azura always knew everything, because her mother told her about Valla and taught her the traditional song and such. She most likely knew Mikoto was her aunt. Even on the off chance she didn’t know, it would still be an awkward down the line thing when they find out they’re cousins. I know Japan is more lenient on the whole cousin-marriage thing, but...don’t have Shigure and Kana coming out looking like the Habsburgs, please, I beg you, lol.

My rule of thumb: if two characters refer to each other as, “brother,” or, “sister,” at any point, don’t let them fuck. xD

Kana/Any Romantic/Sexual Ship

Kana is a child. Stop it. Stop it right now. They are a baby. I’VE SEEN FICS, I KNOW IT EXISTS, YOU SICK FUCKS. Even aged up feels a little awkward, but I can be a little bit more lenient on that. I just never will. Kana is asexual and aromantic in my eyes, lol.

That’s all I can really think of right now; coffee is wearing off, I need a nap, lol. Once again, please don’t be offended if I dislike a ship you like! We are all different! I just wanted to throw this out there on the off chance I do requests again and someone wants one of these written, because I would respectfully decline. I don’t mean these to be hateful, just sort of venting into the ether in a mildly-exhausted stupor.

Also, you can try to counter me on some of these, but tbh, a few of them, I am stubbornly never going to change my mind, so we’d just go round and round in a circular argument if you tried. xD I like what I like and don’t like what I don’t, lol. I’m not typically a multi-shipper, either, so you’d probably be hard-pressed to get me to shift at all, lol. I mean that in the most loving way possible, too.

#sakumo says stuff #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fates #shipping discourse #ships i hate #sorry if i hate your ship #not going to tag all the ships because that would be rude to people looking for positive content

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fuzzhugs · 6 years ago

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Sayna the Warrior

Redwall AU Fanfction. 2,300 words. By Fuzzhugs

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Despite the nearby fire burning brightly and warmly, the cave still felt very dark and very cold. Sayna couldn’t stop her paws from shaking, even as she cradled in her arms all that was left to remind her of her husband.

Her infant son, Martin, was thankfully quiet, sleeping blissfully unaware of the events which had unfolded. Sayna was glad for his silence; she could barely keep herself together, and she doubted she would be able to manage Martin’s tears as well as her own.

The pirates had come out of nowhere. Sayna and the rest of the tribe had been preoccupied with the celebratory feast they were holding in honor of their new home and the new life among them. A few of the mice had been in the middle of a song when half-a-dozen boats landed on the shore, releasing a mob of vermin onto the shore. At their head was a lithe stoat, laughing as he swung his sword wildly, calling out his own name.

“Vilu Daskar,” Sayna gritted her teeth. She would remember that name until the day she died.

Luke had sprung from his position beside her immediately, sword in paw, quickly followed by the other fighters, who fought with anything that came to paw.

Sayna hadn’t seen much of the battle; her only concern at the moment had been for Martin. She had grabbed him and sprinted up the shore as far as she could from the corsair invasion, dragging her mother Windred along with her.

The others later told her that Luke has taken on Vilu Daskar all by himself. Both had fought viciously, managing to grievously wound the other. Daskar had fallen first with Luke’s sword through his chest. The death of their captain had broken the corsairs’ spirit, and they began a quick retreat to their boats. Luke, despite his weakened state, charged after them, slaying many before succumbing to his wounds in the shallows.

The pirates fled, and their red ship disappeared over the horizon, but the price of victory had been steep. So many good friends had died. Old Twoola hadn’t been able to run at all and had fallen to a searat’s cutlass. Cardo had died shielding his daughter; poor Fripple was an orphan now. Coll had always been like a brother to her. And Denno…

“Denno,” Sayna sighed. He had been sweet on her when they were both much younger, before Luke, of course. He always had told the best stories.

Martin stirred in his sleep and Sayna patted his head gently, comforting him. “Keep sleeping little one,” she whispered. “Dream happy dreams.”

She could hear other voices echoing into the cave from the shore as they worked under the rising sun. There were wounded that needed tending. Bodies that needed moving. Sayna wanted to be out there with the rest of the tribe; she wanted to be helpful and useful, but her body refused to move.

A short time after the attack, their hedgehog and mole neighbors from the clifftop, witnesses to the onslaught, came down to help. They brought herbs and bandages as well as food: berries from the tops of the cliffs.

Berries. Old Twoola had told Sayna about them earlier and she had told Luke. Luke had considered going with some of the others to pick berries that night, but had changed his mind, wanting to spend time with his wife and son at the feast. How would events have changed if he had gone off? Would they have delayed the feast? Would the fire not have been built so large? Would he still be alive?

A passing shadow tore Sayna from her thoughts. Vurg was standing over her, a mix of sorrow and anger written across his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stop by sooner,” he said, his voice weary, “but there were others to see to. How are you managing?”

“Barely, Vurg. Barely is how I’m managing. I’m struggling to keep myself together.”

Vurg knelt down next to the fire. “It is not good to keep it all in. Sometimes the right thing to do is weep.”

Sayna shook her head. “Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. I have a son to take care of.”

“If you need time, we can all help. Windred, me, Dulam, or any of the others.”

“The tribe has enough burdens now. It does not need another.”

“You are no burden, Sayna. You are family. Luke is the reason most of us are alive today. We are all indebted to him and the least we can do to remember him is to care for his wife and son.”

Sayna shifted her position, adjusting the blanket wrapped around Martin. “Thank you, Vurg,” she said quietly, “but I would like to be alone with my son for now.”

“As you wish, Sayna, but try not to stay in the dark for too long.” Vurg turned to go but quickly turned around again. “Young Timbal found this in the shallows, not far from where Luke fell.” He unshouldered Luke’s familial sword. “By all rights it’s yours now.”

“He always meant to pass it to Martin,” Sayna reminded him, “but I will hold on to it for the time being.”

Vurg made again to go, but Sayna called him back.

“Vurg, where is my husband’s b… Where has Luke been placed?”

“The others we buried in the soil near to the cliffs, but Luke had his warrior traditions.”

“Yes, his family has a custom of burning the dead on a pyre.”

“We’ve kept him covered and safe,” Vurg assured her. “By tomorrow we’ll have the pyre ready.”

“Thank you, Vurg. Tomorrow evening, then.”

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The cloak wrapped around Sayna fluttered in the evening breeze. Behind her, the tribe had gathered to see off their chieftain. Even the wounded had been brought on stretchers to say their farewells. A small pile of tokens and mementos had been assembled at the foot of the pyre, a final tribute to their beloved leader.

Sayna stood alone next to the pyre. Windred was holding Martin and the rest of the tribe had given her space so that she could share some final, private words with her husband.

“My love,” she said, stroking his fur, inwardly astonished that he looked only to be sleeping. “My love, I’m sorry you will not be here to see our son grow, but he will grow up surrounded by friends. He will be loved and well cared for. Our son will be safe, and I know that you would have been so proud of him.”

Sayna leaned over to whisper into Luke’s ear. Her voice took on a grim tone. “Were I a warrior, I would make promises of vengeance for your death, but you have already seen to your own vengeance, so I will instead make a promise. We will never again be defenseless.”

Sayna stepped back and her somber demeanor returned. “Goodbye, my love.” Taking a lit torch from Vurg, she lit the pyre and watched as the flames consumed the body of Luke the Warrior.

The tribe stood by for some time and watched the flames grow. As the sun set and the moon rose, the gathered crowd began to leave a few at a time until at last only Sayna remained, holding Martin in her arms. The small mouse had scarcely made a sound during the entire affair, and he had kept his eyes fixed upon the pyre almost the whole time, never flinching from flame or heat.

The morning light brought with it a warm wind which carried the ashes out toward the sea. The incoming tide carried anything left out into the sea, leaving only a charred stain upon the beach which was likewise quickly washed away.

Sayna had stayed on the beach the entire night, sometimes sitting, other times pacing around. By morning, she was exhausted, and a few of the other mousewives had to half carry her back to her home to get some proper sleep. She was woken up around noon by a soft touch on her arm. Through sleep-filled eyes, she could make out the form of a young mouse.

“Timballisto,” she yawned, rubbing her eyes, “what brings you here?”

“I caught a fish earlier and Mr. Dulam fried it up. He sent me to ask if you wanted some of it.” He held out a plate with a piece of cooked fish, a slice of bread, and some fruit.

“It’s lunchtime?”

Timbal nodded. “You’ve been asleepin’ since dawn, ma’am.”

Sayna took a small bite of fish. “This is delicious. You’ll have to keep catching more of these. Have you had lunch yet?”

“No, ma’am. First I was catchin’ fish, than helping Mr. Dulam with vittles. Now I’ve promised Miss Mirel that I’d go with her to pick herbs…”

“So busy for such a young mouse!” Sayna remarked.

“I’ve been tryin’ to help a bit more, cause of all the creatures that d…cause there aren’t as many of us anymore.”

Sayna ruffled his headfur. “That’s very kind of you, but everybeast needs to eat.”

“But I promised…”

“If Mirel takes issue with you eating lunch, than she’ll have to answer to me. Now have a bite to eat, I’m not going to manage all this by myself.”

Timbal enthusiastically devoured his portion of the meal and lingered for a few minutes to play with Martin, amusing the infant with some shiny rocks he had found on the beach.

“Missus Sayna, are we safe here?” the young mouse asked, worry engraved in every word. “We’ve only been here a few days and we’ve already been attacked.”

Sayna leaned back against the cave wall. “The world can be a dangerous place, and we weren’t ready for an attack. We were weary from travel and unfamiliar with the land, but we can be safe. We will make ourselves safe. I promise you Timbal, we’re not going to lose anyone else, not if I have anything to say about it.”

Her voice echoed about the cave. She hadn’t realized her voice had grown so intense. Timbal was standing back, looking a little startled.

“I’m sorry Timbal, it’s been a terrible few days for all of us. Before you go help Mirel, would you find Vurg and send him here?”

“Yes ma’am,” Timbal said and left the cave.

Vurg arrived a few minutes later. “Timbal said you wanted to talk to me.”

Sayna nodded and picked up a cloth-wrapped bundle from a corner of the cave and began to unwrap it. “You’ve fought alongside my husband many times. You know combat. You know death. You were like brothers, the two of you. For all these reasons, I must ask you” -the last of the wrapping fell to the ground and she held out the sword-“show me how to use this.”

Vurg sighed. “Sayna, you are right that Luke and I were like brothers, and I don’t think my brother would like the idea of me preparing his wife for war.”

“We’re already in a war,” Sayna snapped, her eyes shining fiercely. “War came to our shore only a few nights ago, stealing away our loved ones. We are at war with everything that threatens to tear our tribe apart. Would you deny your brother’s wife the ability to defend herself and her son!?”

“And when I’ve taught you, then what?”

“Then we teach the rest of the tribe. We teach them everything they need to fight and survive. Archery, spears, slings, traps, anything and everything that will keep us safe!”

Vurg found himself overwhelmed by Sayna’s firey passion. It was impossible for him to deny her request.

“Very well,” he said. “We’ll start tomorrow.”

***

Seasons passed. Young ones grew older, couples got married, and children were born. The tribe flourished once again.

A league to the north of the caves, a lone figure stood upon the beach with the sea to one side and the cliffs to the other. The figure stood out distinctly upon the sand, garbed in a cloak of sky-blue, watching as a group of some two-score creatures approaching.

The leader of the group walked ahead of the rest, stopping a pace away from the blue-clad figure. He was a stoat, and the assorted foxes, rats, weasels, and ferrets following him were clearly sea-faring beasts. It was all so similar to that day many seasons before.

The stoat opened his mouth to speak but the blue-clad figure spoke first.

“You call yourself Lord Badrang. Your ship ran aground two weeks ago. You and your crew are taking creatures as slaves before heading east. Did I forget anything?” The figure tossed her hood off. Sayna looked directly into the eyes of the stoat.

Badrang’s mouth was frozen open; he was not used to being caught off-guard.

“We’ve been watching you since you made landfall,” Sayna continued. “I am familiar with what it is you do.”

Badrang quickly recovered his composure. “Then you must have seen me stepping over the bodies of those who opposed me. And you must have seen me wave away threats like gnats. And you must have seen that I do not negotiate with those who will be my slaves.”

“This is good,” Sayna said with a twisted grin— There was a faint movement of her cloak and a deep cut split open Badrang’s torso from gut to neck. Sayna held her sword high, blood dripping down the blade. Across the cliff-face, at least one hundred mice suddenly appeared; their sand and rock colored cloaks had rendered them nearly invisible. They were all holding bows and were pointing their arrows down at the vermin crew. Badrang fell lifeless to the ground.—“We did not come to negotiate.”

#redwall #redwall fanfction #luke the warrior #sayna #sayna the warrior #martin the warrior #sword of martin #sword of martin the warrior

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Seducers Ch. 4 [M]

Y/N is a siren who preys on sailors using her sweet songs. The catch is a curse is put amongst her species that if a man escapes her songs, she will die. Sailors usually lust for a woman’s touch arising from the long travels on sea, so it wasn’t hard for her. However, a smart young sailor named Kim Taehyung and his crew escapes an attack targeted on their ship. She follows them to no end, resisting her doomed fate, but finds herself in a complicated situation once she reaches the ship.

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Characters: Sirens, rest of BTS

Genre: fantasy, fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: alcohol use, violence, blood talk, lots of dirty smut lolol (when I wrote this I didn’t mean for this to sound so girls vs. boys but it turned out that way, so I’m sorry if you get offended by this. It’s just the nature of the story and the historical myth that its based off of. I have no bad intentions whatsoever).

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | - (Fic In Progress)

Chapter 4 (Not edited! Y/N’s unexpected visitor, fluff, Jungkook goes fucking crazy, fluff, We on a quest boysss, Y/N’s powers).

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Siren.” An impatient voice low and raspy calls for you.

Your heart races like a horse as you look at Taehyung topless on your bed with drips of blood down his back. It also catches your attention that the end of your bed are spotted with dribbles of his blood.

“W-Wait a minute! I’m uhhh...combing my hair!” Taehyung mouths a genuine ‘what the fuck?’ in your direction and you gesture for him to hide quickly.

“Combing your hair?”

“Y-yeah! It’s a...a private activity we sirens do!” you lie.

“....the fuck?” the voice mumbles to himself.

Taehyung grabs his shirt while mouthing a dozen ‘fuck’s’ in succession as he quietly crawls under your bed and scoops his boots with him. You try to comb out your long hair to the best of your ability and cover the spots of blood with your blanket before calling him in. The door opens slightly and you see Yoongi’s eyes peek through.

“Yoongi??” you exclaim in undeniable shock. He would be the last person you would think would visit you, other than Taehyung. Taehyung being your prey and Yoongi being your most hostile aggressor.

Yet here you all are.

All in your room.

Even though one is not aware of the other’s presence.

“Are you shackled, siren?” he says as he looks at you behind the door.

“Yes,” you lift them up slightly for him to see. “Why are you here?”

He glares at you for a few seconds, and then cautiously reviews the area. You break into sweat hoping that his eyes wouldn’t land on something under the bed. You discreetly try to drape over more of the blanket down the bed to hide Taehyung, who’s probably still mouthing a dozen ‘fuck’s’ to himself like a prayer he never wanted to chant again since monastery school.

Thankfully, Yoongi finally comes in and sits on a chair by the door, never leaving his eyes from you. His movements are slow and prudent, not an ounce of trust in them for you.

“I didn’t get to have a conversation with you about today,” Yoongi says as he puts his ankle on his other knee. He looks at you with a stoic expression but his eyes still throw a million daggers your way.

“What is there to talk about?”

“Why did you save Jimin? You could’ve just left him to die. You would have one less man to worry about and we were jerks to you. So...why’d you do it?” his eyes intense and demanding.

“I-I don’t know,” you muttered quietly, because you honestly didn’t. As soon as he asked that question, you could see his point. You could’ve taken advantage of the situation and asked for something in return. But the moment you saw Jin’s eyes in horror and his friends’ faces in distress, it seemed like the most natural thing for you to do. You didn’t think about questioning it nor did you have the time. Your body acted by itself as if it was some sort of set algorithm. You don’t know, and that’s really the truth.

“You don’t know? Did you make a deal with them or something?” he asks, clearly doubting your altruistic good deed. The only bargain you signed up for was between you and Taehyung and he doesn’t know even know it exists. Jungkook letting you roam around the ship without shackles on was just a consolation price. You saved him because...you just did.

“No-I just...I just did it.”

Silence falls upon the room and you and Yoongi look at each other without a word. You should’ve predicted this since you sensed from the beginning that he’s an angry quiet character. You notice once again that his menacing eyes have the capability to channel the most dangerous threat even though his other delicate features say otherwise. He’s like a poisonous flower-- pretty on the outside, dangerous in the inside. Just like you.

“This doesn’t change anything between us, siren. I still think you’re evil,” he stands up and tosses you a small jar that you instantly react to catch. You hold it up but can’t seem to make out what is in it just by the single candlelight in your room.

“What is it?”

“Jimin’s blood.”

His pocket in his hands as he answers you with a deadpan expression. “My clothes drenched in his blood when I was holding him. Since I was gonna throw it out anyway, thought I’d just throw it your way.”

You feel your heart tingle. Is Yoongi, the most aggressive sailor you’ve met since day one, showing you an act of kindness? You’re speechless and you try to prevent your lips from forming a pout by how much it moved you. He must have squeezed out the blood from his clothes after the incident. He may have even squeezed out the blood from Jimin’s clothes as well. However, it seems like he doesn’t want this to be considered as a token of gratitude, but just something he did because the blood was going to waste anyways. Regardless, it still moved you.

“T-Thanks...Yoongi,” you say quietly.

“Don’t,” he hisses. “I don’t know if it’s still good or whatever but if it’s not, just drain it down the toilet.” He opens the door to leave but he pauses in his tracks to leave one more statement behind.

“Oh and by the way, your hair is still awfully messy for someone who supposedly combed it out.” He shuts the door behind him and you panic at his last statement.

Is that his way of saying he heard Taehyung and I?

“Do you think he heard us?!” you exclaim as you hear Taehyung crawl out from under the bed.

“No...no, he wouldn’t have come in,” Taehyung says as he kneels down on the floorboards still topless. However, you notice that your piercings on his back have stopped bleeding. “But...what the fuck was that?” he asks as he looks at you, and then the jar. Apparently, he’s as surprised as you at Yoongi’s actions.

“I have no idea. I was hoping you had an answer,” throwing back the question at him since he knows Yoongi more than you.

A smile slowly grows on Taehyung’s face and he laughs audibly as he climbs on your bed facing you. “Been friends with him for so long and yet I’m still surprised he does shit like this.” You look at him confused by his words.

“He does this?”

“Yeah! He would make you think he hates you or he just plain doesn’t care, but deep inside, he cares like the rest of us, sometimes even more. That’s why people always misunderstand him.”

Interesting. So not a poisonous flower. More like a snail, hard and cold on the outside, but squishy and soft in the inside.

“Yeah...I felt that.”

“You felt he’s misunderstood?”

“Yeah, since the first day I saw him. I’m not trained to feel his type but I still had the feeling,” referring to the time at the party when your friend Layla, who was meant to attract him, was all over him. You knew he was a misunderstood character, but certainly not in this kind of way. Being kind itself.

“Is it still good?” Taehyung asks nodding at the jar.

“No...but it’s still a nice gesture nonetheless. We sirens only drink fresh blood.”

“I see. Well, don’t worry.” He takes the jar in your hands and put it by your bedside table. He then blows the candlelight and lays by your side with his head on his hand. “You have me anyways,” he smiles coyly at you.

You feel your heart tingle more than when Yoongi tossed you the jar, but as hard as you thought, you can’t find a word for that feeling. For some reason, you feel that those words meant more than him referring to himself as your personal blood bank.

“Isn’t it kinda sick that I’m hunting for you to feed you just to feed on you?” you laugh at the weird thought.

“Ha! I didn’t know sirens had a sense of humor too,” he giggles.

He then covers both of you with the blanket and pulls you down to lay next to him. Next thing you know, his beautiful face is right in front of you with eyes closed and with a light smile. He looks so serene with the moonlight behind him but his bizarre human behavior distracts you from letting things be.

“Are you sleeping here?” you ask. You’ve never had anyone sleep with you before, whether on a rock or a bed. The concept alone is foreign to sirens, always having a designated rock or area to sleep on, therefore, you can’t help but question it.

“What? I’m not some sl- Ohhh,” he chuckles loudly as he caresses your cheek and looks into your eyes. “You see, Y/N, decent human beings sleep on the same bed when they do something intimate.”

“Is that human--No...No. No! Even so! You should sleep in your own room! People will catch us together!” you push his bare shoulders away from you but you feel his hand encircle your wrist softly. His cheery expression slowly falls down to a very somber one.

“Y/N...your spell is wearing off...”

You then realize that his moment in heaven is over and his moment in hell will begin, although, it won’t be as severe as last time since you sang a weak song. However, he still will feel a lingering moment of sadness, and you see exactly that in his eyes. You start to feel his heart getting broken to a million pieces and it also dumps heavily on your chest.

“I just...really need to be with someone tonight...I feel...really lonely right now Y/N,” he whispers sadly to you.

He stares at you silently with glassy melancholy eyes, pleading for you to let him stay. His expression moves you to slowly withdraw your hand away from his shoulder and let him wrap his arms around you, keeping you close to his body. You feel him intertwine his legs with yours and you can’t help but think how warm it is to lay in a human’s arms, touching his skin with yours.

Since you typically sleep on hard surfaces, the bed is not comfortable to you whatsoever. However, now that Taehyung has you in his arms, his toned musculature and hard chest silences you into relaxation. You find that sleeping on a bed is not so bad after all.

In the midst of you taking in the comfort of your newly found sleeping ritual, a question pops in your head about human sleeping habits.

“Taehyung? Do humans always sleep together?”

“No...just with the ones they like...” he whispers as he slowly falls asleep.

You think it was a weird behavior of humans because even though you like your friends, you never slept with them. But you leave it at that since the coziness of your position also pulled you down into sweet unconsciousness.

“FuuuuuuuuUUUUCCKKKK,” you hear a voice run to your door and the sound spills over when it swung open. In a daze, you raise your head to see who it is and you see Jungkook with his mouth open.

“Oh shi-” you turn your head but you see yourself alone on the bed.

Where is he?

“Did I shackle you?” Jungkook sighs as he leans against the doorframe, relieved that you’re where you’re supposed to be.

“No, you were drunk,” you answer as you look at him with your heart pounding against your chest. You feel your face become hot by the fact that this scene would’ve ended up differently if Taehyung didn’t wake up early.

“Ugh you stupid fucking careless competitive ass motherfucker,” he mutters to himself as he hits his forehead with his palm continuously. Honestly, you think Taehyung and you are more careless than he is.

“There he is!” Taehyung exclaims as you see him walk towards Jungkook from behind. “I could’ve fucking died last night you drunk,” Taehyung chuckles as he pats his shoulder.

“Hyung I jus-”

“Ah save it. Good thing Y/N here is not as rabid as we thought,” he says as he looks at you on the bed. He then slips in a quick wink in your direction and for some reason, your face gets hotter than it already is.

Since when did he get up?

You suddenly notice that Taehyung looks different even though he looks the same. There’s a glow that’s radiating off of him and you weirdly find yourself observe what he’s wearing. He usually wears a low-cut long sleeve shirt, a sword belt with the sword itself, a pair of pants, and black boots. You could care less about human attire since you rip them off your prey anyways, and you yourself usually don’t wear any clothes. However, that morning, he looks fresh and...sexier?

He then tosses Jungkook the keys and the boy gets startled to catch it.

“Come on then, have breakfast. Namjoon’s got orders. We got a long day ahead of us.” He walks away as he messes up his hair and Jungkook comes over to you to unshackle your wrists while punishing himself with his words. Both of you climb down the bed and you head for the door.

“Jungkook, don’t worry about it. Taehyung-” you pause mortified as you turn to look back at him. He’s frozen in place with his eyes wide on the jar of blood by your bedside table.

“Is that...blood?”

Out of nowhere, Jungkook draws a sword to your throat. He alternates his eyes between you and the jar of blood as his breathing heaves. He then examines the room and he slowly lifts your blanket, indicating to you that he spotted something. There, he uncovers the small dribbles of blood at the end of the bed from Taehyung’s back. He tightens his grip on the sword as he flares his nostrils at you.

“WHOSE FUCKING BLOOD IS THAT?!” he yells at the top of his lungs as you put your hands in the air.

“Jungkook, it’s no-not what you th-think,” you gulp down and raise your chin as you try to speak calmly. You take steps backward until you hit the wall behind your back.

“TELL ME.” Jungkook’s eyes are critically murderous and if eyes could kill, you would be on the ground dead before he could even take a stab. You’re frightened at how the laughing boy from last night transformed into a deadly man before your eyes. He’s like a bull ready to charge when they see red and that red is you.

“It’s Jimin’s but it’s-,”

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?! DID YOU HURT HIM?!”

Jungkook then grabs the jar in his hand, “YOU’RE NOT FUCKING DRINKING THIS.” He smashes the jar on the floor with great force. Infinite bits of broken glass fly out and land themselves on the splashed out blood on the floor. Strokes of deep red mark the furniture left and right, as well as your feet and ankles.

You hear another voice and sets of steps run towards your room.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! Jungkook calm down. What’s going on?” Jin comes in with his hands in a defending position towards Jungkook. Hoseok stands by the doorway with his mouth covered by his hand as he observes the morbid floor.

“She hurt Jimin hyung!” he yells as he jabs the sword an inch at you with each word that he puffed out. Your whole body starts to shake with the gesture and you’re not sure if your legs can hold you up any longer. Jungkook is dangerously above his threshold and no words would be able to reason with him.

“No, I di-di- I didn’t. Yoongi ga-gave it to me,” you manage to puff out as you hold your breath and your voice quivers as you speak.

“What?”

“He ga-ave me Ji-jimin’s blood,”

“Why the fuck would he do that?!”

“I-I I do-on’t know Jungkook, but-”

“YOU DON’T KNOW?! YOU FUCKING LIAR!”

All of a sudden, you hear a clink of metal against metal and you feel a whipping force in front of you. Before you know it, Taehyung is in front of you with his sword directed at Jungkook’s throat, while his is directed at Taehyung’s throat.

“Jungkook. Calm. Down,” he says dragging out his words.

“SHE HURT JIMIN HYUNG!”

“No she didn’t. I was with her last night.”

“I fucking can’t remember anything from last night! If Jimin’s hurt, it’s my fault! I won’t believe anything until I see Jimin hyung unscathed!”

Taehyung looks at Jin and Hoseok at the doorframe. He nods his head up without saying a word and the two boys run quickly to find Jimin. You feel Taehyung’s hand push you to the side as both of you slowly take steps in a circle and Jungkook follows you both with his sword.

“Sing when I tell you to,” Taehyung whispers to you without breaking his eye contact with Jungkook. Your eyes widen in surprise by his controversial request but you feel like you have to have faith in Taehyung at this moment.

“Jungkook, I understand you’re scared it would be your fault if Jimin hyung got hurt. But I’m the one who shackled her last night.”

“Why are you protecting her, hyung? She wants to kill you too!”

“No-No I don’t!” you defend behind Taehyung’s shoulder as you try to slowly keep your steps in coordination with his.

“She’s right. If she did, she would’ve done it last night when you were drunk and no one was around.”

“Then why the fuck would Yoongi give her Jimin’s blood huh? It fucking doesn’t MAKE SENSE!”

“I really don’t know Jungkook! Yo-Yoongi probably did it as a thank you to me because I saved Jimin. Please Jungkook believe me!”

A lump in your throat gets stuck as you feel tears trying to push out from your eyes by the heightened and strained atmosphere of the room. You can’t believe that the two best friends who were laughing and drinking together last night, now have their swords at each other’s throats. You’re scared by the intense look in their eyes and that in one second, it may not only be Jimin’s blood that will be scattered all over your room.

“That doesn’t sound like Yoongi hyung at all.”

“I know Jungkook. But you know Yoongi, he has his...kind moments.”

“Why the fuck would he be kind to her?! HE HATES HER THE MOST!”

With that statement, you couldn’t hold your tears any longer by the harshness of Jungkook’s words. Streams of tears trail your face as you look over to him by Taehyung’s shoulder. However, per Taehyung’s request, you try to concentrate on finding the fastest spell in your head that would work on him. You remember that songs of victory and determination would work on Jungkook but time is of the essence. To make it worse, your hair is dry so you’re not able to pluck it to make music. There’s only one way you think that would stop him.

“Jungkook! Even if everyone hates her, you see that she’s kind! She’s not a monster!”

“How do you know it’s not a fucking deception, hyung?! HUH?! She might’ve tricked me into letting my guard down so she can hunt the rest of you!”

“Your fucking fear is fucking getting the best of you! She hunts your fucking food, not your fucking friends, and she saved Jimin for God’s sake! She could’ve fucking sucked his blood in that tub but she didn’t Jungkook! She didn’t!”

Hoseok’s rapid footsteps echo the room and you all turn to him with the slightest movement. He shakes his head, gesturing that they can’t find Jimin. “There must be some explanation why he’s not here. God damn it you two! Lower your swords!”

“What about Yoongi hyung?!” Jungkook yells.

“No...we didn’t find him either,” he says cautiously.

Jungkook’s eyes glint at you and he launches himself at a flash as he shouts in wrath. Taehyung quickly swipes his sword out of the way, just an inch from his face, and Jungkook twirls before coming in contact with Taehyung’s sword again. You run to a corner of the room, pushing yourself against the wall to avoid getting hurt. Your heart rattles when you see Jungkook’s eyes move in your direction to attack you but Taehyung clinks his sword with Jungkook’s again to distract him. The boys push their swords against each other with all their strength as they brutally glare each other down. At a stalemate, Taehyung shouts out.

“Now Y/N!”

You look at Jungkook and you try to send an apology with your eyes as best as you could. You then cover your ears and you shriek at the top of your lungs, vibrating the room with a reverberating sound for a few seconds until you observe his eyes roll back behind his head and his knees become weak, making him collapse on the floor.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok runs to Jungkook patting his cheeks. “Jungkook? Jungkook?”

Tears start to fall down your face and you feel your legs tremble until they’re not able to support you any longer. As you droop down the wall, an inevitable feeling of guilt and regret engulfs you. Your head starts to throb furiously at the action you just did to Jungkook and it feels like you just set your relationship with the rest of the crew aback a thousand waves. You fear that they won’t ever trust you now.

“What did you do?” Hoseok turns to you with a serious expression.

“He just fainted,” you manage to say in between gasps as you weep.

Taehyung put his sword back in his holder and crouches down at Jungkook.

“I’m sorry Kook,” he brushes his hair aside and caresses his forehead.

You then hear more hasty footsteps reach your door and you see Jin and Namjoon by the doorway, mouth wide open at the resulting scene that lay before their eyes.

“What the fuck happened here?!” Namjoon panics as he observes Jungkook collapsed by his sword, Hoseok and Taehyung hovering over him, blood and millions of broken glass all over the floor, and a crying siren at the corner.

“Jungkook went crazy because he thought Y/N hurt Jimin. He was just scared it would’ve been his fault if he got hurt. He wouldn’t believe anything until he sees Jimin hyung,” Taehyung says as he caresses Jungkook’s face.

“Taehyung, you fucking know I sent out Jimin and Yoongi to check out the island we’re about to go down to! They’re fucking seeing where we can dock the ship safely!”

“I know hyung,” Taehyung says. “That’s why I told Y/N to sing...or whatever that was...or else I don’t know what would’ve happened. He just fainted.”

“Oh my god...” Namjoon brushes his hair back and holds his head frustrated. “Hoseok, Jin hyung, can you put Jungkook in his bed please? This is NOT how I want to start our expedition today.”

A deep sense of conflict overwhelms you. Two opposite images of humans compete for your judgement as you sob with your head in between your knees. You just witnessed the violence and destructive behavior that humans are capable of and it frightened you to your core. Perhaps Crystal and the Seducers were right. It horrifies you out of your wits when you imagine that this kind of scene is what fatally ended your friends.

“Hey...are you ok?” Suddenly, you hear Taehyung’s soft whisper so close in front of you. “I’m sorry. Don’t think bad of Jungkook ok? He was just scared.”

You feel a hand rub your back as you hear Jin’s and Hoseok’s movements lift Jungkook out of your room.

“She didn’t do anything, hyung. Yoongi gave her the blood. Ask him when he comes back.” Taehyung retorts to Namjoon even though he hasn’t accused you of anything.

“All right, all right. I believe you.” Namjoon says.

“Pretty, can you show me your face?” You feel a hand on your head and you lift your face up drenched in tears. He takes a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe your face but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me.”

Taehyung looks taken aback by your action accompanied with your stern and grim expression. Humans are disgusting.

He then shifts his eyes from your face to your feet. He sees that your feet are covered in blood and pieces of the glass rubble pierce through the bottom.

“Y/N...”

“I can heal myself.”

“Put your arm around my neck,” he says, ignoring your statement. Taehyung doesn’t know what possessed you to answer him like that but he won’t have it. When you did nothing, he takes your arm and put it over his shoulders as he swoops his other arm under your knees. He lifts you up as he says, “Even if you can heal, I don’t want you to take another step.”

As Taehyung carries you out of the room, you pass by Namjoon as he averts his eyes between you and Taehyung. His expression seems skeptical and suspicious of his behavior.

Taehyung sits you on top of the kitchen table as he scrummages for tools to take out the glass shards from your feet. Drips of blood still hung unto them, both Jimin’s blood and yours. He sets the materials by you and sits on the seat in front of you.

“Y/N...don’t let it get to you. Jungkook was just scared. He’s really not like that,” he says as he lays your heels on a towel on his lap.

“It’s going to hurt,” he warns before he plucks out the biggest glass shard and you gasp at the pain. “Sorry.”

He then starts plucking the rest of the shards as carefully as he can and your body tenses up from the pain as you hold your leg.

“So what was that shriek? It didn’t sound human,” he asks, concentrating on a rubble.

He waits for a reply but you say nothing until he notices.

“Y/N, are you mad?” he stops what he’s doing and looks at you as you continue to do nothing.

“Y/N, are you scared of me?” he asks as he tries to caress your cheek but you turn to your left to deny his touch. You see his expression fall disappointed with a sad smile before he goes back to doing what he’s doing.

“That’s ok. I understand...humans do foolish things when they’re scared. What Jungkook did was out of care for Jimin hyung.” He plucks out another shard and you start bleeding profusely as you tear up at the pain.

“Sometimes human love just manifest in weird ways.”

He takes the bottle of rum, bites the cork from the opening, and pour it over your feet. Your leg twitches from the pain before Taehyung presses some of your wounds with the towel to stop bleeding.

Taehyung continues to take out the glass rubble from your feet one by one in silence. If you didn’t want to talk then he won’t make you. He understands that you’re probably still in shock by Jungkook’s sudden change of behavior. However, as the silence grows, you start to feel guilty ignoring Taehyung as he’s doing something nice for you. You start to consider that he might not be like the other humans. Even though you’re still on edge, you find it in you to speak to him.

“That wasn’t my human voice,” you said stoically.

“I’m sorry?” he says and looks at you.

“The shriek. It wasn’t my human voice.”

“Interesting...so sirens have a siren voice?” he smiles as he clearly thinks he won you over now that you’re talking.

“Yeah. We use it underwater to talk to each other.”

“That’s cool...and very convenient. How come it only made Jungkook faint and not Hoseok and I?”

“Because it’s more concentrated. Water muffles sound and siren voices concentrate them so it doesn’t dissipate everywhere in water. It sounds awful when it’s not used underwater...and I concentrated the sound to Jungkook’s ears only.”

“Whatever voice you use, I still like it,” he says as he wraps your feet in cloth.

“Hey Taehyung! I need you to go down and help dock the ship,” Namjoon suddenly interrupts.

“Yeah I’m done, hyung!” he calls out as he finishes wrapping your feet “We’re here Y/N,” he says before leaving you to run to the deck.

"I thought we weren’t going to reach your destination until 11 more days?” You ask Namjoon who’s beside you as both of you look at the horizon of the forest of the island before you. You see the other boys below at the shore, tugging on ropes and hammering stumps of wood to tie it around them. The island seems deserted, contrary to the image of a town in your mind that Jungkook and Taehyung talked about when they were drinking.

“Yep, this is part of the plan. We’re gonna spend just a couple of days here before we reach home. We’re on a quest,”

“A quest?”

“Y/N...did anybody ever tell you why we’re on a ship in the first place?”

With Namjoon’s question, you realize your ignorance. All you really cared about was how to stay alive in a ship with seven humans but never really asked where the ship came from or where it’s going.

“No...” you say meekly.

He chuckles before he answers, “You see Y/N, our hometown is getting sick...”

“Getting sick?”

“There’s something going on...a type of disease or something. We don’t know how to cure it, and that’s why we’re here. This ship and its crew were appointed by your highness to find the rare flower that may treat the people with the disease.”

Your-Your highness?

He then takes out a small book from his pocket scribbled with gorgeous writing that surrounds a drawing of the flower.

“Orphiya,” he says as he points at the big flower with a beautiful bright purple color and delicate yellow freckles at its center.

“It’s pretty,” you said.

“Namjoon it’s docked!” you hear Jimin yell from below.

“Great job guys!” Namjoon yells back. “Let’s go, Y/N.”

You stand at a part of the shore that washes your feet with the ocean water, but not enough to make your tail reappear. All the boys look at you as you take off the bloody cloth that Taehyung wrapped around your feet.

Jungkook, after awakening from his passed out state, is now also in front of you. However, he avoids your gaze every time he feels your eyes on him.

“It should only take a second,” you tell them as they await for you before going into the woods. You close your eyes and you try to channel your energy towards your feet to heal them. However, as hard as you tried, you still feel the stinging pain and you don’t understand why. You open your eyes and observe the palms of your feet.

“T-They’re not closing up,” you whisper to yourself in shock.

“Is there something wrong?” Hoseok asks.

“M-My wounds! They’re not closing up!” You look at your feet with wide eyes. “How can this be?!”

“I thought you could heal yourself?” Jin asks with a tone of concern.

“Yeah! I can! I’ve done it a million times! I don’t know why it’s not working now!” You panic as you try to find an explanation why you’re not able to heal yourself anymore.

Shit. Shit. What is happening?

You suddenly feel your head become dizzy and your knees buckle under your weight. Before you know it, Taehyung catches you before you plummet into the water and you see his blurry face in panic.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Taehyung yells.

“I’m too far from the holy place, Taehyung.”

“Holy place?! Your home?!”

“The fountain...” you breathe out as you slip into unconsciousness.

I just want to say thank you all for supporting this fic! I tried to finish it as fast as I can for you guys <3 Hope this keeps you on edge lol

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Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis. All things change, and we change with them for Satele Shan

(This took longer than it ought to have; Satele hits me in a strange place sometimes. But given the discussion I’ve seen about Satele on Twitter today it’s fitting that I finally managed to wrangle it into something passing for coherence.)

light

In the heat of high summer the breeze is a mercy.

It flutters at the panels of the canvas tent, carrying the scents of camp along with it, and when she inhales she breathes them in- caf and kolto, gun oil and the ozone tang of blaster fire- and thinks of Jace.

She’s supposed to be meditating. They move on the Imperial encampment tomorrow and she needs to calm herself, to gather her thoughts, to focus on the battle at hand. But as happens too often in these last few months she finds herself distracted; the wind grazes the nape of her neck where with her head bowed her robe gaps away from her sweat-beaded skin and she remembers the brush of his mouth there, tracing the lines of her collar as it falls open and-

(Not much armor, he says later, and hands her her belt. I wish you’d wear more. If-

The Force protects me. She fastens it around her waist, smooths her tunic down over her hips. I’ve no need of heavier armor than this.

Jace frowns. It didn’t protect your master back on Korriban. Or Malgus, for that matter.

No. But that’s not how the Force works.

A convenient excuse. But you don’t need it, anyway. He brushes one of her braids back from her face, the silver beads rolling between his fingers like a worry token. You’ve got me.)

When she opens her eyes Master Dar’Nala’s looking at her, and when she dismisses the padawans to fetch their dinner she gestures for her to stay behind.

“Satele, are you well? You’re very-” Dar’Nala considers, brow furrowed, though her eyes are kind- “unfocused today. If your injury from last week is still painful, you should visit the medical tent after we eat.”

She’s thankful for the question. It means she doesn’t have to lie. “That won’t be necessary. My wounds are healed.”

“What’s on your mind, then? Worrying about tomorrow?”

“Yes, master.” That wasn’t what she meant to say; it slips from her mouth, thoughtless, easy. Untrue. The breeze prickles her skin again and she shivers. “Only worrying. It will pass.”

They say the little things are how the dark gets in.

She knows it, in theory, but she doesn’t understand how they could possibly mean this. Alone, she is expected to endure- they both are, she and Jace, both flung into battle after battle after battle because they are soldiers and there is nothing left in the world any more but war. (The Sith call peace a lie. Sometimes she wonders if they’re right.) The chaos is wearing her down like water running over stone, carrying little pieces away bit by bit until one day she’ll wake, she thinks, and be nothing more than a robe and a blade, a mindless violent thing good for nothing but killing in the name of the Republic-

She needs this.

She needs him.

If this is how the dark gets in then everything she’s ever been told is wrong, because he is the only bright light in the entire galaxy.

(She tells herself it isn’t about the sex.

That is a lie, and honesty is important. It’s a little bit about the sex.

She doesn’t have much of a frame of reference, adolescent fumbling in a dark corner of the library and the night after Bothawui- the hangover wasn’t the only thing she regretted when she woke up- notwithstanding. But they’ve known each other so many years now, half a lifetime almost; she’s pretty sure Jace knew that about her and she’s more than sure he didn’t care. If he has complaints, at least, he certainly doesn’t voice them.

And blessed Force, there’s power in it-)

“You don’t have to be so serious,” he says. “Not with me.”

She smiles back over her shoulder as they keep moving through the trees. “I’m always serious. Haven’t you realized that by now?”

Jace grins and his scar tugs at the corner of his eye, pulling it into a near-wink. It still hurts him at times- she catches him rubbing at it when he doesn’t think anyone’s watching- but he won’t hear of having it removed. He wears it like a blazon of honor, like the medals pinned to all their chests after Alderaan, and only she knows what it really means: not just for the Republic like everyone thinks but also for you, Satele, for you there is nothing I wouldn’t do-

(He is not the type to say “I love you” but neither is she. That would complicate things too much.)

“When the war’s over, you should meet my mother.” The sunlight breaks through the clouds overhead, throwing the shadows of leaves across their faces; he pauses, looking up. “You two’d get along like a house on fire- not a single sense of humor between you.”

“Says the war hero. I’ve seen that recruitment poster.”

He wrinkles his nose, though it might have been the sun in his eyes. “Don’t remind me. Really, though, I think you’d like her.”

“I’m sure I would. But you know we can’t-”

“Can’t what?” There’s no one to see when he steals the words from her mouth with his. “We already are. We’ve been fighting their battles for them since we were children. Don’t you think they owe us this?”

Believing that, even for a moment, was not her first mistake.

But it might have been the biggest.

(They say the little things are how the dark gets in.)

When she clears the crest of the hill she stops short, seeing the bodies. Five Imperial soldiers lie dead at the foot of the hill, face down in the tall grass, and Jace and his men stand over them with blasters still cooling in their hands.

“I heard shooting.” She quiets her saber. “I came as quickly as I could.”

“Damn Imps wouldn’t surrender. We went to disarm them and they drew on us. Isn’t that right, men?” He turns to the rest of his squad as they nod agreement, looking everywhere but at her, and her belly curls into a tight little knot- but then again it’s been doing that a lot lately. Too much caf and not enough sleep, probably. “I guess we won’t need to take them back to camp after all.”

Five bodies in a neat line. Five spots of blood in the grass, five char marks half-hidden in close-cropped hair at the backs of heads.

She doesn’t look at their hands. She doesn’t want to.

She probably won’t see anything.

That is what she is afraid of.

“Satele,” Master Dar’Nala says that night, “you look troubled. Is something on your mind?”

She looks up from her reading, another endless treatise on the nature of the Dark Side- she ought to have brought her mother’s journals, might have actually found something there to guide her through this mess, but she doesn’t think the masters would approve- and frowns. “I-”

She bites it back.

Havoc Squad aren’t Jedi. The rules of the Order don’t apply to them, and she isn’t certain of what she saw. She wasn’t there. She might be wrong.

But if she’s right-

“I’m so tired-” she closes her eyes- “of this Force-damned war.”

For the first time in a month they’re bunkered in an actual building instead of tents in a forest and if no one realized that some of the rooms are paired, well. They’re all allies, aren’t they?

The privileges of rank extend to private quarters tonight. Ten minutes after she makes her excuses to the Masters he knocks at the door between their rooms and she’s barely got the latch undone before he’s on her like a shot. They’ve had so little time to themselves lately; she’s missed him, and tells him so.

“Did you really?” They stumble across the room together- they’ve got a proper bed for once, too, actually meant for two people, and if they’re lucky they’ll have time to take proper advantage of it. “Say it again.”

“I’ve missed you?” She raises an eyebrow. “Is that so strange to hear?”

He grins. “That sounds like attachment to me. Thought that wasn’t allowed.”

“Jace?”

“Yeah?

“Shut up.”

He hits the edge of the low bed and he falls backward, laughing, down onto the soft blankets; his arms are still around her, and she lets him drag her down too.

She tucks a sliver of ginger root into her cheek and even that doesn’t fend off the nausea; she spends half an hour retching into an empty water pitcher before she can focus enough to calm her roiling stomach.

When she finally feels well enough to stand she rummages through her pack, pulls out a scrap of clean rag to wipe her mouth. She’s running a little low on them, which is odd- she hasn’t needed them in-

Oh.

Oh, no.

I’d destroy their cities, Jace says, and burn their worlds.

There was a time when she believed that he was her light.

It was an easy mistake to make in retrospect. To closed eyes, light and fire look much the same.

She needed to believe it so badly, needed something bright in all this clinging darkness so much that she stopped trying to control it and let it run wild. She tried too hard to hold onto the light that she thought he was, to grasp it in both hands and press it tight against her heart because that was the only way to keep it safe-

(She knew long before Gell Mattar. She’s just become so good at lying that she didn’t realize she was lying to herself, too.)

-and now her eyes are open and she is holding fire in her bare hands, holding fire in her belly, and Force help her she is burning-

It’s too quiet in the cave. She paces back and forth, back and forth, singing under her breath to fill the silence.

Her mother used to sing this song to her, she thinks, when she was very small. She doesn’t remember. She was so young when they sent Tasiele away.

Her son will not remember her either. She has come to terms with that, even if with every kick and flutter her resolve wavers for a moment. But she keeps walking, the swell of her stomach cradled in her arms, and she sings.

He can hear her, she knows; she can feel him through the Force, the way his heartbeat changes when she talks to him. She sings and he is content. He is at peace.

Perhaps some part of him will remember this.

That probably isn’t how the Force works.

But she hopes so.

#inyri writes #swtor #satele shan #jace malcom #satele/jace #this one kicked me in the teeth a little bit #particularly given some things that came up this week #but if we can't write through the things that hurt us then what's the point?#this is a satele shan appreciation blog #and if you don't like it then meet me in the pit eh?#thornhands

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