#OTP: tell me about paradise

[marthaskane]

2.08 | 3.06

DARK (2017-2020)

#darkedit #dark netflix #noah x elisabeth #elisabeth doppler #hanno tauber #noah dark #usererry #mine #mine: gifs #mine: dark #otp: tell me about paradise #ch: elisabeth doppler #ch: hanno tauber #tv: dark #TWO first meetings in slow-mo? YES PLEASE #flashing gif

[silverbladexyz]

hello!!! I'd like to request some hcs for my believed Ayatsuji Yukito with a gn!reader who's not very good in things related to calculations, chem and all that but very well versed in creatives fields? like plays instruments, draws a lot and knows a lot of literary references :D thank u sm and have a nice day keke

Helloooooo!!! Reader is kind of like me; while calculations and chemistry and anything to do with maths is doable, I'm actually more of a creative person lmao.

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: None

Ayatsuji with a GN!S/O who is well versed in creative fields

-Okay, well Ayatsuji teased you a lot at first about maths, science, just anything in that field which requires the left side of the brain

-Like he knows that he's smarter than most people, but he's never met a person who couldn't find the integral of 1/2x^2. Sometimes he wonders if he should get a tutor for you

-But one day you actually helped him solve a case, despite his impressions of you. Ayatsuji was ready to tear his hair out because he just couldn't get an impression of the perpetrator, but you actually managed to draw a very vivid and accurate picture of the perpetrator according to the witness's descriptions and clues

-This caused Ayatsuji to think twice of you. You'll find that after a little while, he would start asking you for your help on his cases. Your drawings were always accurate and never failed to help him catch the murderer. It wasn't long before he fell for your creative side

-When you two got into a relationship, he was curious about your creativeness, and often asked you about your hobbies. I feel like Ayatsuji is one to appreciate art and artistic talents, but he's never had that much time to admire art in general because of his occupation

-Play some pieces for him on your instruments! Doesn't matter if it's a Bach fugue or a nocturne by Chopin, Ayatsuji will love it, because he seems like the type to like classical music as it's more complex and fun to analyse. He likes listening to you play in silence, while sipping a coffee or gazing at the sunset. You even offered to teach him how to play your instruments, and he took you up on your offer, but he still prefers listening to you play

-I feel like Ayatsuji finds the trait of using literary references in appropriate places attractive. Like it makes the person seem more fancy and sophisticated, and he definitely likes people like that. So he might even have a battle of literary references with you sometimes just to see how much you knew actually he does that because he thinks your smexy when you’re saying them

-Also likes to look at your drawings when you’re done with them. Now he will actually critique them a bit, but he mostly praises you and tells you what a good job you’ve done. You drew him once and now Ayatsuji treasures that drawing forever

-Since you’re creative, Ayatsuji is so going to make dolls with you. Now you actually add some extra decorations and style to the dolls that you create, and it’s a fresh contrast to the usual dolls that are stored in his basement. He loves your creativeness when it comes to dolls, and he shows it to nobody else apart from himself

-Now he will actually try to teach you math, science, physics, just anything that needs logic to figure the answer out. While he will still tease you every now and then, he’ll be chill and find out how you learn the best. Also gives you breaks when he sees your brain about to explode from all the calculations

-Your strengths fit with his perfectly; him being logical and you being creative. With this mix, no criminal dares to go up against you two now. Talk about a soft power couple, am I right?

-You two are Tsujimura’s OTP and she is already making all the wedding cards and organisation for your marriage with Ayatsuji already invite me please

@pixyys @pianotross @nekokinax @i-just-like-goats @xxelfmamaxx @yuugen-benni @yukitomybeloved @sariel626 @lakeside-paradise @arisu-chan4646  @catzlivedforbsd

#bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #ayatsuji x reader #ayatsuji yukito x reader #silverbladexyz

[dangermousie]

Please stop me from rewatching Flower of Evil - I literally don't have the time!!!!

BUT!!!

It's my favorite Lee Jun Ki drama and is in my top 10 kdramas of all time.

I still remember when it was announced I went: I love LJK and Moon Chae Won, but not even they will get me to watch the 'cop finds out she's married to a serial killer' premise because I like romance not woman in peril/psychopath hunt narratives.

I only checked it out of sheer curiosity and then...while that synopsis is technically accurate, it's also one of the most misleading summaries out there. Watching it live and unspoiled was such a wild experience as you go from "he's a serial killer/psychopath who's way off but he's hot and at least good at keeping house as part of his pretense, too bad he's manipulating the hell out of her" to "this doesn't seem to be adding up, if he killed people he had to have some sort of reason" to "this man has done nothing wrong ever and I will fight you if you think otherwise."

The thing is, they couldn't really tell you anything else in the synopsis because it would ruin the plot/arc but also the way it played with viewer expectations was so clever because it mirrored what ML was going through - because he doesn't innately behaves in "normal" fashion and there is all this circumstantial evidence, the viewer starts jumping to the same conclusion society (and even FL at the start) do and then you go...wait a minute. It really is about impressions not being reality.

But also, this is whumper paradise and plot twists paradise and OTP paradise. It is a rare OTP where both people in it are strong and smart and devoted as hell (even if he's been so gaslit and abused he literally believes he's incapable of love) and it's just sooooooo good!

God, I don't have time but I want to rewatch so badly!!!

#kdrama #flower of evil

[teeny-tiny-lucifer]

Sometimes i just listen to a song and get such vibes for some of my favourite fictional people/OTP/fam relationships

For example

Devil- the wondering hearts

Its a loki/thor vibe so so much romantic or platonic it doesn't matter its them. Need proof ....

"You can call me the devil in disguise

I don't care, call me anything you like

I can see my redemption in your eyes

From my fool's paradise

Don't forgive me when I fail

'Cause everything I touch just turns to pain

I don't struggle either way

Suppose some things never change"

So much loki vibes! First of all "devil in disguise" obvious

"My fools paradise" always sacrifcing for thors benefit

"Everything i touch just turns to pain" give that boy a hug!!!!!

Army- lady antebellum

Its wonder woman/batman/the whole JL vibes

"On the front line she's a statue, a safe place to run to

The strength I need to get through every day

So if anybody thinks I'm a hero

When they watch me walk right into the flames

I'm just marching to the sound of her heartbeat

Yeah, I'm a solider but if I'm a solider

She's an army"

Like come on you cant tell me im wrong! I dont even need to explain this one.

Karma- taylor swift

Like need i even explain that this is Batfam

"Karma is a cat, purring in my lap" Damian

"Floating like a god damn acrobat, me and karma vibe like that" Dick

"Karma is a god" Bruce (while thinking about clark) (fight me)

"Karma is my boyfriend" Tim (while thinking about Kon)

"Karma is the breeze in my hair" Jason on his motorcycle riding around gotham

Karma is a bounty hunter, gona track you down" Dick again(this time thinking about his assasin husband slade)

So what im saying is...... do you have any songs that are obviously about certain characters

#dc comics #wonder woman #batfam #batman #justice league #loki #thorki #music #vibes #taylor swift #thor #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake

[beheworthy]

I understand that you appreciated enough things about Love & Thunder (as in Jane's scenes, Thorjane, etc) to consider it canon, but what are your thoughts on the Thor2 deleted break up? I can't help but prefer them breaking up because of the long distance, or Jane being so overwhelmed that she "couldn't imagine a life with him" after everything, than what we got in canon. Maybe my opinion would change if I watched the movie, not sure, but I'm interested in your take on it.

*takes a deep breath* Buckle up.

1. I appreciate you saying whether I'd consider anything canon or not. Buddy, my acceptance is irrelevant. Anything Marvel puts out IS canon, regardless of how we feel about it. That's the whole entire reason I can't let this shit go. Because he's CANONICALLY drilled into the ground by Marvel with nowhere to go. And it depresses me.

2. I hate both break-up scenes because I simply don't want my OTP separated. Period. But if I have to validate any one, I'd go with Thor4 because at least its idea was understandable, the issue was its failed execution. The Thor2 breakup makes no sense and regresses their characters. The two reasons you present that the movie presents:

a) Breaking up because of long distance is such a bastardization of their magical relationship that transcends realms that I just cannot. He's not a coworker or a one-night stand she tried to have a relationship with and decided it wasn't working out. He's the Prince of the paradise in the clouds that's advanced to her realm by a millennium. He's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity as far as boyfriends go lol. And his mother died to protect her. Why? Because she had all but accepted her as her daughter-in-law.

You don't just break up with THAT because of long distance, that's unbelievably simplistic.

b) Jane being overwhelmed that she "couldn't imagine a life with him" is also against her character because she is such a zero self-preservation inquisitive soul that was so fascinated by Asgard's advanced technology, she would be at home on Asgard. She would want to be with him and explore his magical world she's studied about her whole life.

And ok, she was so overwhelmed that she would dump him. For what? To return to her boring 9 to 5 life and do theories of the phenomenons she could do practicals of on Asgard. That makes no sense with Jane's character.

Or she was so scared by the challenges of a life with him (even tho she was ready to die saving him a scene ago) that she just quit? That's not the Jane I know either. She takes challenges head-on and is not a quitter.

The ONLY reason she would break up with him is for him - like I said in my theory that Odin made her do it.

3. Even from a story-telling perspective, it was a terrible choice because it resets every character to their factory settings, rendering the development of Thor1 and 2 completely pointless. Jane becomes a meaningless person forgotten going forward. Thor and Odin are chilling in Asgard with nothing to do and Loki and Frigga are dead with their sacrifices for Thor and Jane amounting to a big fat 0. Why dedicate two whole movies to their romance only to break up because of freakin long distance?

You can't have the event of Ragnarok with Thor in Asgard. You can't have him on Midgard for Avengers movies. What is the point of this then?

-

Not to elongate an already long answer, but I always thought the plan was to make her the Queen of Asgard, the perfect foil for King Thor. Her love and quest for knowledge + kindness to help shirtless strangers combined with Thor's sense of justice and protection of his people would make them the PERFECT rulers. Do you know what I'd give for this to be Thor's final ending in the MCU?

Like, I thought she was written to be so fascinated with the stars beyond because that where she belongs. That's where she'll rule. That if anyone from Midgard in the MCU was meant to leave it and stay on Asgard their whole life, it's Jane because she's so far ahead of her time.

But I was Boo Boo the Fool. Her entire purpose in life was to die for him. Because Marvel's all about feminism.

#answers #anonymous #thor #thor odinson #jane foster #thor x jane #deleted scene #thor the dark world #thor love and thunder

[phoenixflames12]

Hey! This is random, but do you have a favorite season of Endeavour? Favorite episode? Cheers!

Hi nonnie!

This ask has been sitting in my inbox since forever, and I've put off answering it because I only just finished watching s9 for the first time last night. I don't think I have a favourite season, so I'll answer this by showing my favourite bits from all of the seasons. This got long, so under the cut it goes!

Season 1

Baby Morse! Baby Morse and the pain and agony over Rosalind Stromming, the one person who had, without knowing it, given him hope in his darkest moments.

His first interactions with Thursday who saw this snipey, angry young man who hasn't been cared for or listened to in such a long time and took him under his wing! Fred using his 'camp councilor' voice which Morse inherits whenever he talks to younger officers or children or vulnerable individuals. Thursday telling him to hold onto something to keep the darkness away. To remind himself that he cannot and will not end up like Mason Gull- even if he cannot save himself from his eventual fate. And Morse repaying all of that 100 times over by getting off a train and returning to stand by Thursday's side at the end.

'I put you on a train.'

'I got off.'

Indeed.

The moments between Morse, Gwen, Cyril and Joycie (and Constance's ghost) in Home! God, Constance's ghost really does haunt season 1, doesn't it? And then the absolute mastery of Shaun Evan's acting after Cyril dies and Morse just does not know what to do. He knows he's an orphan now, he's been an orphan even since before this moment, but now it's real and he's still getting over being shot and the pain in his face when he realises this is just- gah. Wonderful.

Season 2

Nocturne! The moment in the morning when Morse is standing outside with Max. Both of their masks slipping when Max asks Morse to find whoever killed the dead girl and to bring her to justice. I have many thoughts on that scene and Morse's face- the darkness and determination in his eyes just ruins me.

Monica! My most beloved Monica Hicks! The fact that Morse is so confident and loved by her just makes what happens later all the more painful, which is why they will forever be my OTP. (There, I've said it, @sandfordsmostwanted can back me up.)

Neverland. Oh gods, Neverland. I remember screaming in a discord DM to @gohoubi whilst I watched it and watching Exeunt just confimed how important an episode it was. Damn you Russ Lewis. Damn you for making me remember Peter Jakes and his desperation to get out and Morse's desperation to bring him closure. It never truly leaves you, does Neverland. This is their grand finale which Morse and Thursday survive and have to learn to live with the fact that they both have survived rather than going down in a blaze of glory.

And nothing will ever be the same again.

Season 3

Fluffy, sulky saint hair! The Great Gatsby! The season where Mr Bright came up trumps and made me feel so deeply emotional about well- everything to do with Bright's storyline, that was only exasabated in Season 7. Arcadia which made me feel so many emotions about Jakes regaining Paradise in America through Hope and Morse giving him that chance with his promisery notes. Hearing more about Morse's aethisim and how the strength of Constance's faith and then her death makes it probably one of my favourite episodes.

Season 4

Season 4 is strange. I can't really pick anything out of it- apart from the end of Game when Fred rescues Dorothea out of a burning car. And Joan. Oh, Morse and Joan and Lazaretto and their deep unhappiness and unwillingness to talk about it.

And then the wonderful strangeness of Harvest. I loved Harvest. I loved the interactions between Morse and Dorothea. I loved the fact that they can sit in a car and Dorothea can pull out what is really going in with him and he is comfortable to talk to her, to confide in her. Their friendship means the world to me, partcularly as the seasons go on and we see less of it, but the bits that we do see are beautiful and poignant and makes my heart ache.

Season 5

Fancy! Trewlove! The utter anguish of watching Morse try and fail to look after Fancy and only at the end realising how much potential he had when it was too late. The agony of Coldwater and seeing himself in Stanhope- a bright, ignored, belittled, bullied child.

The moment in Icarus when he asks Joan whether she wants to go for coffee after Trewlove tells him not to waste any more time. It just makes the drink (and the time that he has to explain) his feelings to Joan in s9 all the more poignant and agonising. And Joan herself knowing that she can't wait around for Morse to be knight in shining armour and sweep her off feet. The hero truly doesn't get the girl because he realises too late (back in s3/s4) that he's in love with her when she's leaving and both of them have to pick up the pieces from that fall out and fail, miserably.

Season 6

I enjoyed season 6. I really did. I enjoyed Morse trying (oh how he tries) to bring Thursday back when he falters and defects to Box. I love that we see who Thursday really is- the darker part, the part that survived being a London copper, but who can still be kind to children and mourn innocents who are caught in the crossfire.

I enjoyed Morse really coming into his own here, he truly is an 'adult' at this point- the young man who looks at Thursday like he hung the moon after he was shot in season 5 and then gets to drive is truly gone. In its place is a man who wants to hide, who can't bear to see the destruction of his own mistakes, but knows that he has to bring justice to George.

And the final showdown! 'We are city men!' A perfect showdown showing that as much as Division can break Morse, can degrade Bright and Thursday, Jim and their own determination to rescue one of their own wins the day. (I also want Morse's coat from that season, but that's another post in itself.)

Season 7

Violetta! Ludo! Venice! The whole season being an opera and ending on the perfect painful finale of Thursday rescuing Morse, having read his letter to Joan.

That letter ruined me. The knowledge that Morse has burnt his bridges, has cut ties (so he thinks) with his guvnor. Has cut his ties with Bright, even though he is trying so hard to do the right thing, even though he goes about it in completely the wrong way.

The fact that Thursday realises this and still goes out, still rescues him, still gives him a second chance (and saves him, and saves him and saves him)

Season 8

Puns are supposed to be funny, aren't they? The fact that in the depths of his despair and misery and pain, Morse with all of his fluffy hair, can smile and accept that he can't go on like this, is agony. Worse still, is Gwen, turning up on his doorstep and the facade that he has built up around him is shattered. Here is a woman who can belittle him, can bring out the terrified boy he was when Constance died and relish in seeing him crumble.

And then the ending! The sitting in a pub garden with Thursday, drinking and talking about justice. Or the lack of it. And realising that everything has changed. Everything has changed and the only way out is to accept it and for Morse to go away. To go away whilst the world still turns and his friends move on, and he stays stubbornly in the centre.

Season 9

Sober Morse arriving back in Oxford from Lyme Regis and realising that everything has changed, everyone has moved on is just agony.

Seeing himself, as he does with so many children, in Rose Garland- another bright, bullied child who went the way he could've done, had he not found the right path.

The fact that he spends all of this season trying so hard to tie up loose ends, trying to bring justice to Peter Williams and Andrew Lewis (Andrew Lewis had a family who loved him and a cousin- 'a police cadet in Newcastle' who wanted to see justice and Jakes. And then, years later, that same cousin finds Morse.

And then all of that comes to a head when Lott arrives- doing much as the same as Gwen and belittling Morse- not bothering to learn his rank, but sending him back to a 'college' lad who desperately wanted to belong somewhere.

And then the ending. Oh, God. Morse giving up all of his prinicples to protect Thursday. One last drink in the pub. Morse throwing Henry IV at Thursday because he cannot see the man he knew, the man he admired and respected, 'the captain who I would've followed into hell.' so much, any more.

Morse standing at Joan and Jim's wedding, surrounded by a glitter ball and disco lights and 'Rocket Man' playing. He doesn't belong in this world anymore. This world has moved on without him- 'we should tell people if they mean something to us, don't you think?' But he hasn't and he can't because there is no time left and the world has no place for an opera loving, crossword solving, grumpy, snipey, young man who wants to bring justice to the world.

The final scene at Blenheim Palace just ruined me. Singing Faure's Requiem, heralding the true end of the beginning. Morse having a sense of peace on his face as he sings, knowing that with the gift of Thursday's gun and the gunshot in the churchyard, he has truly said goodbye to his former self and can now, as he drives away and the summer heat rolls into the Jag, find his true and inner peace.

#phoenix prattle #meta #itv endeavour

[giggly-squiggily]

Out of curiosity, do you have like an all time favorite lee or a ler? Dont have to be from the same anime etc. just someone you really really love writing for or reading about👀

Ooo, that's a fantastic question! Unfortunately I don't think I can give you a proper answer though? Thing is- my all time faves change up a lot depending on what anime/series/game/etc. I'm really into at the moment. I can give you a more or less current faves list though!

Fave Lees As Of Right Now:

Chigiri Hyoma (Blue Lock) ~Granted this one will probably be a fave forever lols~

Dabi (My Hero Academia) ~This man is moreso a ler but I THRIVE for Lee!Dabi kjrjajrkejkarjekjrakj Something about breaking down such cocky bastards is just *chef's kiss* delightful~

Akaza (Demon Slayer) ~TICKLISH STRIPES!~

Grusha (Pokemon: Scarlet and Violet) ~I'm having terrible brainrot over him right now akjerkajrjejr I'm sorry- he is my BOY (brassie is a close second though!)~

Dazai (Bungo Stray Dogs) ~Need I say more? Cause I will if prompted- no joke. I ADORE him as a lee akjekjrjakrjkajkr~

Fave Lers Of Right Now:

Tengen (Demon Slayer) ~Just: YES. Team Ten-Ren is always a blast to write; throw in Mitsuri and you've got yourself one terrible trio of entertainment~

Sagiri (Hell's Paradise) ~Not to be bi on main but ✨Women✨; I just adore writing her as a Ler. She's got the best of both worlds: the strength of an executioner and the secret playful side you get bits and pieces of when she's interacting with others.~

Sidou (Blue Lock) ~I don't write him enough. God my Ryusai heart is hurting, I need to make more fics of him absolutely destroying Sae (and getting kicked in the face ala retalliation) akjekjajkrjejr But no seriously he DRIPS ler vibes~

Geto Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen) ~LISTEN...y'all can't tell me this man isn't a ler. Even when he goes all JJK 0 on us, he reads such ler vibes karjkajkrjke I still love him as a lee but something about Ler!Geto is just EVERYTHING~

Douma (Demon Slayer) ~He's just- so fun to write wrecking people akljerkjarjejjk~

Fave Switches Of Right Now:

Hawks (My Hero Academia) ~Literally BIRB. I love writing Hawks so much; while I usually make him a ler, ticklish wings are just *multiple chef kisses*~

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) ~Season 2 has made him a proper switch in my eyes. Like- he kinda was already but now we get more SatoGuru moments and I'm pleased :) It's just so FUN to write him getting wrecked akjrekarjkeajkr~

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungo Stray Dogs): Another one I don't write nearly enough of but my god it's so fun all around aakjerjkaejkje Especially when Dazai's in the mix!~

Gabimaru and Yui (Hell's Paradise) ~My soft OTP! I could write them all day everyday! It's a perfect 50/50 split on how I like write them- though I really do wanna write more Lee!Yui cause she's beyond cute.~

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) ~Literally a tickle monster- I love him getting tickled and I love him doing the tickling! It's a great time all around when I get to write for him ajrjaejrjkejk~

I'm absolutely missing characters in this little list but these are the ones who immediately come to mind! Of course if you'd ask me in a month or so who my faves of each group were they'd probably be different (except Chigiri- he stays lols) but yeah!

Thanks for asking! :3

#squiggily speaks #ask #anon #questions :3 #tickle #tickle talks #fave lees lers and switches #special honor goes to Raihan ala Sword and Shield #by far my favorite ler of all time #if I wasn't so burnt out from writing for the game I'd bring him back #maybe in dabbles? #I could do dabbles lols #but yeee! :D #also quick disclaimer in case of any confusion #Sagiri is 18 by the end of Hell's Paradise! #There's a timeskip at the end of the series #Really the bi comment was about woman in general

[specterthief]

Fandom: SK8 the Infinity Characters/Pairing: Hasegawa Langa/Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Hasegawa Langa & Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Kikuchi Tadashi & Shindo Ainosuke | Adam, Hasegawa Langa & Kyan Reki Rating: T Warnings: None Wordcount: 11403 Other Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Hasegawa Langa/Kyan Reki, Vacation, Slice of Life, Hasegawa Langa is Bad at Feelings, Shindo Ainosuke | Adam-Friendly Creator, Gen or Pre-Slash, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Skateboarding, Metaphorical Infidelity, i really can't think of a better way to describe it than that, Bad Decisions, Canon-Typical Behavior, Unhappy Ending, Open/Ambiguous Ending Summary: This was a personal invitation, and not even an invitation to finish the beef, to settle the bet; Adam was so impressed with Langa himself that he, the still-undefeated God of S, just wanted to skate together for fun. Maybe, with all the insistence on privacy, he would even be willing to teach Langa some of his tricks. Even Reki would have to admit that that was cool—is what Langa would tell himself if Reki wasn’t the reason he felt so guilty for even finishing reading the message once he’d guessed who’d sent it. — Langa gets an invitation the night before leaving for Miyakojima.

chapter 3 of paradise is up! and... nearly three times as long as chapter 2, oops. this time, adam finally appears, langa/food is the real otp, the "bad decisions" tag continues to pull its weight, and some people have questionable ideas about privacy.

(regarding the tagging changes: the planned content ship-wise hasn't changed from when it was only in the gen tags, but i'd like people who wouldn't want to see this to be able to exclude it and this seems like the best way to tag it to not make that harder than it has to be for people on ao3 to filter.

also, ending tags because some crowdsourcing told me that people do generally like to know those ahead of time!)

#fanfiction #mine #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #ainosuke shindo #adam sk8 #langa hasegawa

[dalliansss]

Love Paradise Prompts:

"Since when did you know how to barbecue?" "I always have. I've just never gotten the chance to cook for you like this." - Celegorm/Luthien (I'm dying on this hill...likely alone.)

love paradise - summer vacation scenarios for your otp

Himlad was looking like the home base. At least, Lúthien thinks it is -- they haven't moved for months now, and going on for about a year, and her husband's hunters and people have begun building a settlement. All around the hills and plains that made up the region, there is always an on-going construction project, mostly supervised by Turko's brother, Curufin, and nephew, Celebrimbor.

She gave birth here, in the wild regions of Himlad, with nobody to assist her except Turko. For an ellon, he surprisingly knew what to do, and he gave her a leaf to chew on as her labor pains wracked her, and gave her leave to curse him as much as she liked. This she did, and she found she rather enjoyed it, and -- if he was up to it, gave her more children of his, she'll happily continue cursing him as she birthed their infants.

There is one infant now, one they (well, she, mostly) named Dior. Said boy had gone out an hour ago, skipping happily along being trailed by butterflies, dressed in pelts his ada found and sewn for him, toting around his small bow, a quiver of arrows on his back. This left Lúthien free to continue her chore in the kitchen: marinating some wild hog meats with a sauce the recipe of which she learned from Talathiel, her handmaiden, who had relocated to Himlad with her after her marriage.

Somewhere outside her house, a small explosion is heard, no doubt from Curufin and Celebrimbor's forges. Something always explodes one way or another in those forges. Turko told her to keep away lest she might be caught in the blast radius.

She has an hour for her marinade to be done. Lúthien occupies herself by getting some books Celebrimbor left her -- helpful language books that dealt with Sindarin translations into Quenya. Her hour she passes reading words and passages in Sindarin, then pronouncing them in Quenya, learning her husband's language more with each day.

When the hour is done she returns to her cooking, and she starts a fire at the backyard and soon she is grilling the hog meats. Turko taught her many things: how to start a fire, both for campfire and cookfire; how to forage for edible berries, fruits, roots, herbs and mushrooms. She wants to learn how to hunt as well, and how to skin and quarter game, but Turko tells her they have all the time in the world and she needn't rush.

She is supervising her cooking when she hears Turko come in. Dior's laughter is ringing bright and clear like a silver bell. Lúthien straightens up and turns, just as Turko joins her, holding Dior by the right ankle as if he was not their son, but some wayward beast Turko caught in the wild. Their boy however is flushed with laughter.

"You're cooking?" Turko asks, quirking a blond eyebrow at her, then at the grilling meats behind her.

"Yes, I put to good use the recipes I learned and the skill set you taught me," Lúthien smiles.

"Didn't know you can barbecue," Turko continues as he flips Dior upright with ease, and sets their child upon his broad, strong shoulders. Dior is grinning wide, and quickly buries his small hands into his father's honey-blond braids.

"It is a recently acquired skill, and I wanted to show off," Lúthien grinned at him, cheeky.

Turko smirks in answer. He leans in and helps himself to a kiss off her sweet, miruvor-like lips, and Lúthien answers the kiss just as fervently.

"Disgusting," Dior wrinkles his nose at his parents from his perch.

Turko breaks the kiss, and he pulls back, patting their son's right knee. "Yes, yes, Dior. Kissing a woman is disgusting to you now, but I'll laugh once you grow up, and discover that elleths are a noble pursuit all on their own."

@antares0606

#my drabs #silmarillion #silm #celegorm #tyelkormo #turkafinwe #luthien #dior eluchil #luthien tinuviel #celegorm/luthien

[kootiepatra]

#FFxivWrite2022 - Day 27 Prompt: "Hail"

I tried to use an old-timey-fantasy version of the word "hail". I did. But then my brain realized that bad weather was an opportunity to smush my OTP together into shelter alone, and well. The fluff brainworms are too strong.

==========

A sharp wind raked across the island, bowing the palm trees and churning up some truly spectacular waves in the bay. Two figures stood on an outcropping overlooking the lush valley, clothes and hair whipping about wildly as they surveyed the scene.

“I promise it is usually much more pleasant than this,” Keimwyda said, smiling apologetically at Aymeric.

“Nonsense, I still am quite pleased,” he replied. He looked around. Though he had taken her advice to dress for warm weather, he still wore a light cloak, which he pulled tighter around himself. “Do you suppose the weather will hold?”

“Oh, certainly not. Quite rude of it to greet you like this on your first visit.”

“Hah. Well, give it a stern talking to for me, if you would be so kind.”

Keimwyda cast her eyes upwards, noting the speed of the clouds rolling by overhead. “At least it seems it will blow through quickly.”

As if overhearing their conversation, a few heavy drops of rain spattered to the ground.

“...I propose we head back to the cabin,” she said.

“I quite agree.”

The two assumed a brisk pace as they turned, simultaneously realizing their walk had taken them a good distance further than they realized. 

“Halone have mercy,” Aymeric muttered as the rain began to threaten itself in more earnestness.

“Ah, perhaps I neglected to warn you,” Keimwyda said, smiling, “The water here is actually liquid when it falls from the sky.”

“Indeed!” he laughed. “Such a phenomenon. I shall endeavor not to be too frightened of it.”

“Forgive me, it is not kind for me to make light of… ow!” she yelped.

He was about to assure her that he enjoyed the humor, but was cut off at hearing her cry. “Are you all right?”

“I could have sworn…ah!” she said again, her hand going to her head. She glanced up at the sky, and then around at the ground. “Do not tell me…”

“Oh,” Aymeric joined in surprise, as he, too, felt a sting upon his head. Small white orbs of ice, no bigger than a pea, began to bounce along the path around them.

“Now this is a poor jest!” Keimwyda bemoaned. “This way. The bathhouse is closer than the cabin.”

Aymeric slipped off his cloak and held it over their heads. The two were near enough in height that he could reach, but she was just enough taller that it was obviously an awkward strain, and the garment was falling over her eyes.

“You were saying something about liquid water from the sky?” he said, struggling to get the words out through his laughter.

“Yes, yes, it serves me right,” she laughed, tucking her own arm under her end of the cloak to help him. “Quickly!”

They broke into a run and veered onto the branching path to the bathhouse—perhaps not the most obvious place to seek shelter from wet weather, but it was close and had a roof. It would do. They stumbled over the threshold and looked back behind them, with both rain and hail properly coming down now. They had taken shelter just in time.

“Welcome to paradise,” Keimwyda said helplessly, with a welcoming gesture that was more of a shrug.

“‘Tis a dream,” Aymeric laughed. His voice soon gave way to a more serious tone. “Your crops—will they survive?”

“I am not sure,” she replied thoughtfully. “I have admittedly not been here that long, but I have not seen weather like this on the island before. So long as the hail stays small, I think the popotoes and onions should not know that anything had gone amiss. The tomatoes on the vine may well suffer bruising, though.”

“I am sorry,” he offered.

She blew it off. “It is hardly a great loss. This is more of a garden than a proper farm. And the climate is mild enough—well, most of the time—that it shall not be that long to grow others. This is certainly a matter of ‘hobby’ and not ‘livelihood’. I daresay I shall recover.”

“A hobby, she says!” he laughed, shaking his head and surveying the view through the rain. “I struggle to comprehend that this place was uninhabited but a few moons ago.”

“It still practically is,” she objected. “I am not even here full time.”

He shot her a look. “My darling. We are sitting in your heated bathhouse. You must admit it is a little impressive.”

“The mammets have done all the heavy work, really. I simply show up and give orders.”

He folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at her. “Has anyone told you that you can be truly dreadful at accepting praise?” he asked.

“Aside from you?” she replied, her face reddening. “…Yes, actually. Several.”

He nudged his shoulder into her playfully. “So then accept it. I know you have put some hard work in here as well.”

She leaned into him in return and smiled. “I am grateful for it. Genuinely. Tataru knew me well to know that this is the kind of escape I would enjoy.”

“Is it so difficult to simply relax and do nothing?” he asked.

Now it was her turn to shoot him a look. “I think you are not one to talk. But no, I do find this relaxing in its own way.”

“How so?”

She turned her gaze back into the rain with a faraway look. “In some ways, it reminds me of where I grew up. The Shroud is obviously a bit of a different ecosystem, but… tending to a garden, gathering wood, foraging reeds to weave? ‘Twas the way Miss Estelle ran her house and I was brought up helping her. It just feels… familiar? And normal, I suppose.”

He slipped an arm around her waist. “Do you miss it, then?”

“Not exactly,” she shrugged. “I do not regret the path life has taken me on. I am grateful my horizons expanded.”

“Aye, to be the Warrior of Light is quite a different calling.”

“And yet…” she trailed off, trying to find the words to say what she truly meant. She was not well used to talking about her inner thoughts, and it did not come easily to her. “I think that is why I yet find this so comforting. This is the sort of life I led when nobody knew me. I had never crossed blades with a primal. I knew ‘the echo’ as naught but the sound bouncing about in a cave.  Not a soul looked to me for salvation. There were no grand expectations upon me—I was just the odd, stray Roegadyn with a little homestead in the forest.”

She lowered her eyes and continued. “I think… I think it is simply nice to not have to be the Warrior of Light for a while.”

He regarded her softly, and raised up to place a light kiss upon her cheek. “In that case, I am full glad you have this place,” he said.

“Not that I am not grateful and happy for what I do,” she began to clarify.

“No! No. I quite understand.” He smiled. “May I join you, and not have to be the Lord Speaker for a while?”

“With pleasure.” The corner of her mouth quirked up in a smirk. “I can well assure you, that these mammets do not care.”

#FFxivWrite2022 #FFxivWrite #ffxiv #wolmeric #wolaymeric #my writing #island sanctuary #fluff #FREE THEM BOTH COME TO THINK OF IT

[cherryblossomsthingss]

🎶You know, you know I'II see you again.🎶

In honor of the main content creator of our fandom (@harritudur ) I created this vídeo, i hope you like it.

and i couldn't forget Charlotte

#noah x elisabeth #elisabeth x noah #noah dark #noabeth #otp: tell me about paradise #best person in the fandom #a gif video #sorry if it's bad #darknetflix #i miss these two so much #universe alternative #elisabeth doppler #hanno tauber

[marthaskane]

My dearest love, I'm not done yet How many years I know I'll bear I found something in the woods somewhere

DARK (2017-2020) ↳ 3.05 Leben und Tod / Life and Death

#darkedit #dark netflix #noah x elisabeth #elisabeth doppler #hanno tauber #noah dark #usererry #mine #mine: gifs #mine: dark #otp: tell me about paradise #i mean they literally used hozier in the scene I AM UNWELL #ch: elisabeth doppler #ch: hanno tauber #tv: dark

[harritudur]

—the passage will open, then we will be there...

(insp.)

#soulmates soulmates soulmates soulmates soulmates soulmates soulmates soulmates soulmates #noah x elisabeth #elisabeth doppler #hanno tauber #darkedit #~~but not really <3 #noah dark #OTP: tell me about paradise #max schimmelpfennig #mark waschke #carlotta von falkenhayn #Sandra Borgmann #of course they find each other in any world #in any universe #in any timeline #SOULMATES AF #(( did i dowload douzen of bad german productions for this gifset? #YES I DID )) #DARK NETFLIX #noabeth

[dangermousie]

One of the reasons this relationship has a chance is that unlike Dilruba, Efnan will never hide away and confront things head on, forget pride, masks or fear. Aziz, much as I adore him, is a genuinely difficult man to live with, and he has a tendency to clam up in his hurt feelings and his disappointment and just withdraw and if you let him, because you don’t want a confrontation or because you think he should start or because of pride, it would fester forever. Efnan will never let that happen - she confronts things immediately and head on.

Yes!!! This is what is needed and I cannot imagine D doing this.

She lays it out so plainly and while she doesn’t blame him for part of her hurt, she doesn’t hide it either.

His bitterly asking this from her is actually a good sign because it means she broke through his shell. They might end up having an epic fight but this actually means they are actually talking, and expressing their feelings - you cannot work things out if you don’t express yourself.

Bwahahahaha jealous unreasonable Aziz cracks me up! Better than frozen hurt coldness though. Go off, drama king!!!!

And he’s finally spilling everything out. Honestly, in between all the plot about revolts and business and family backstabbing, I love how the show slowly and gradually and believably is teaching these two people how to have a functional relationship - he is way older than she is but he’s not even as good at close relationships as she is - with Dilruba they were the gilded perfect couple with no fights or depth before his flight and permanently out of sync after, with Efnan it all feels real - he put her on a pedestal before but that is not healthy; if they make it past this (and they are the OTP, of course they will), it will not be ideal unreal but actual based on reality. She is not a literal angel,she is a very good woman who will nonetheless occasionally drive him mad and make mistakes and etc etc and that’s fine; you cannot expect perfection and then blame the other person for your disappointment. But you can expect a loving person and you can expect to fight and make up. I think this is teaching them that. Because they haven’t had a single fight since they got together; they’ve been in blissed out paradise (even when he walked out during the engagement, he explained and they made up without fighting) and this is actually perfect - because they are both wrong and she’s not a wronged saint and neither is he.

Aaaaaa and now this is out!!! I am glad it wasn’t dragged out but the fight is about to get bigger. (But also, how telling that even after all this, it didn’t occur to him she lied about the telegram too. He really does have a lot of faith in her.)

Oooooof! But he’s also starting to clam up again because that’s his default reaction to being hurt... which is vvvv bad.

But I love that she won’t let him walk off and freeze her out...he has understandable trust issues in general and has a right to be mad here but she is not as wrong as he makes her out to be either and I love that she will fight. He’s difficult and prickly and closed off (and I love that the show does not make him perfect) but she just smashes through everything with a hammer.

(his face at her words because he knows she is right...)

And now she’s the one walking off and he calls for her and I lose it because he clearly cannot be without her - he does not want her to leave and it’s not just because he loves her and cannot be without her and now the concept of her walking away (even if for a bit) is real, he does not want it, but because it means she got through to him - man who walls himself off as a reaction to hurt or anger or disappointment does not want to do so because he realizes none of this matters in light of her loving him and his loving her and basically without meaning it, she proved their relationship is worth it because she didn’t let himself close himself off but fought for him and for them, and I don’t think anyone ever did before, Dilruba retreating in light of his spikes or putting out her own, his family at best just going “oh, it’s Aziz, he’s crazy, we are not going to deal with it rn” etc. But here is someone who is fighting with him while loving him - hell fighting with him because she loves him and she’s fighting for them and I bet it’s novel as hell.

And then the French show up, boo!

#aziz #turkish tv

[elisabethsdoppler]

1. things you said at 1 am

Elisabeth and Noah barely communicated during their first day together. She’s grieving. When Noah found her covered in blood on the cave floor, his priority was making sure she wasn’t injured. He knelt down beside her, taking off his plastic slicker.

‘are you hurt?’ he signed. Elisabeth shakes her head.

Of course Noah knew that Peter would die, but it’s still slightly jarring to realize he might be the only person alive looking out for her. Noah takes his spare set of clothes from his bag and places them next to Elisabeth.

Noah mimes writing something down, and Elisabeth takes out the notebook from her pocket and gives it to Noah. Her hands are cold and quivering, and leave red splotches of blood on his.

Noah writes, ‘You should change. These clothes are dirty and you should be clean so you do not get sick.’

Elisabeth hesitates for a moment, then nods. Noah turns around to let her change, and a few moments later she taps him on the shoulder to turn around again. The clothes are too big for her, they hang loosely off her narrow frame, but they’ll do for the time being.

Noah pours some of his drinking water onto an old washcloth and passed it to Elisabeth, gesturing at her face. She complies, wiping the blood off her face.

Noah writes down, ‘Do you want to talk about what happened?’

Elisabeth shudders and shakes her head. Noah mimes sleeping the same way she did when they talked in the Kahnwald house. Elisabeth shakes her head again.

Noah stays up all night with her. Neither of them sign or write anything down. Elisabeth can’t sleep, adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Her eyes are bloodshot and wide, her hair matted to her scalp with sweat.

Noah finally writes something on the notebook.

‘Would you like me to hold you?’

Elisabeth doesn’t say anything, but she slowly moves so she is sitting next to Noah, and buries her head in his shoulder. Noah gently strokes her hair, humming a song he remembers his mother singing when he was little. Elisabeth’s body is shaking with sobs. Her hands are curled tightly into the sleeve of his sweater, and Noah feels as if his heart is shattering watching her suffer.

Many minutes later, Noah remembers that Elisabeth can’t hear him. He stops humming, which causes Elisabeth’s head to shoot up from its place on his shoulder.

‘Don’t stop!’ she signs, her movements fast and sharp. Elisabeth takes the notebook from his hand and writes, ‘I can feel the vibration.’

Noah nods, and begins to hum. Elisabeth rests her head on his shoulder once again, her breathing slowing. Noah absently strokes her hair until she falls asleep. He now understands what his older self had told him about his destiny. Noah’s destiny is to protect Elisabeth Doppler.

#elisabeth x noah #noah x elisabeth #noabeth #noah #elisabeth #hanno tauber #elisabeth x hanno #elisabeth doppler #max schimmelpfennig #carlotta von falkenhayn #dark s3 spoilers #dark netflix #blurb #dark season 3 #elisabethsdopplerwrites #otp: tell me about paradise

[just-my-fandom]

Rocky Road P1 (JJ Maybank x Routeledge! Reader)

This is a test chapter. If it gets the attention I want it to, we’ll continue. If not, this will be the only chapter, mainly because of the time each chapter takes since each episode ranges between 40 to 50 minutes.

Chapter 1

Word count: 3,538

Summary; After a hurricane, John B, Y/N, JJ, Pope, and Kiara plunge headlong into danger and adventure when they find a mysterious sunken wreck.

Pairing(s); John B Routledge x Twin Sister! Reader, JJ Maybank x Girlfriend! Reader, Pope and Kiara x Best Friend! Reader

Tag list; Currently None.

“We’re the Pogues, and our misson this summer is to have a good time, all the time,”

“That’s what, a three-story fall to the deck?” The dark male at the bottom of the house, Pope Heyward, looks up at the brunette boy balancing on the roof before him, “I give you a one-in-three chance of survival,”

John B hums in thought, licking his finger before raising it to the sky, allowing the wind to hit said finger, “Should I do it?”

“Yeah,” A girl with (hair/color) locks and warm, (skin/tone) skin dangles her legs from the roof next to her twin brother, body leant up against the blonde male beside her, “You should definitely jump,”

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope promises, raising the staple gun in his hand so John B raised his eyebrows, pointing two fingers in a gun motion,

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towe warmers,” A female with dark hair and dark skin climbs out of the unfinished home, looking up at her group of friends, “This used to be a turtle habitat, but, who cares about the turtles, I guess?”

“I care about the turtles, Kiara,” You fake a small pout to your best friend, reaching a hand over the railing to grab her fingers and squeeze,

“Can you please not kill yourself?” Kiara looks up and squints at your brother,

“Don’t spill that beer!” JJ calls up, one arm draped at your shoulders as the other raises his can to his lips, “I’m not giving you another one,”

On cue, John B lets out a curse as the beer can slips from his fingers, dropping and clashing onto the porch of the unfinished home beneath him,

“Smooth,” Kiara mumbles, looking over at a distant shout,

“Hey, uh, security’s here,” Pope states, and you clap your hands, sliding beneath the railing to jump down next to Kiara, JJs hand tapping your back thigh in a motion for you to start running,

“Boys are early today,” John B hops down, feet taking off into a sprint,

Your lips pull into a grin as you follow after your twin brother, pushing past shelves and jumping over paint cans through the constructed house,

“Hey, Gary!” You call, skidding past the older, bigger man, “No hugs for you today!”

You giggle as JJs hands lift your hips to raise you above the gate, his body dropping next to you before his hand takes yours and squeezes, allowing you to hop into the van before he follows after you, laughing,

“Hey, there’s Gary!” Pope calls, JJ leaning out the vans door to hold out a beer can to Gary’s running figure,

“You’re so close! You can do it, there you go!” With a toss, JJ watches the can hit Gary upside the head, “They don’t pay you enough, bro,”

“Okay, that’s enough,” You snort, tugging JJ into the van so the door shut, JJs body dropping next to yours with an excited breath of rushed adrenaline.

“The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth. It’s the sort of place you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island,”

“Alright, this is Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So guess where we don’t live. And then this is the South Side, or the Cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, natural habit of, drumroll please,”

“The Pogues,”

You lift up the hook to the HMS Pogue, turning to shield the sun from your eyes with your hand. Moving across the boat, you move into where the steering wheel took place, JJ looking at you past his sunglasses and sliding a hand to your bare back,

“That’s Y/N,” John B introduces, “My twin sister and my pain in the ass. Or, blue bird as our father used to call her. Y/N is our mom of the group, somehow keeps us stable and in check from getting arrested three or four times a day,”

“And that’s JJ. My best friend since the third grade. He’s about as local as they come. Latest in a long line of fishing, drinking, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who made their living off the water. Best surfer I know. Just, don’t tell him I said that,”

You yelp as your body drops into the water, awaiting for the wave above you to settle before rising above the surface. You snort, JJ stepping off his board playfully so he landed beside you with a hard splash,

“Together they’re known as Outer Banks’ OTP, as Kiara puts it. Been together since seventh grade and still going strong. Of course even with JJ as my best friend, I still gotta hand his ass to himself sometimes,”

“Don’t even get me started on micro plastic,” Sitting at the bonfire, Kiara is quick to shove John B away from the choke hold he puts her in,

“And that’s Kiara, or Kie, as we call her. When she’s not saving turtles or getting a dolphin tattoo with Y/N, she hangs out with us. I’m not really sure why, though. Pope thinks she’s secretly madly in love with my sister and uses us to get to her, but, I can’t see Y/N leaving JJ for even Chris Hemsworth, and that’s saying something,”

“And that’s Pope, the brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know. His fathers this legendary character, Heyward. Anything you wanted on the island, Heyward could get for you,”

“So, that’s my crew,”

“John, Y/N, it’s come to our attention that you both are unemancipated minors living on your own,” The social worker in front of you at her desk sighs,

“No,” You and John B instantly respond, sharing glances before you grimace, “No,”

“I need honesty to help you,” The woman responds, eyebrow raised, “That’s what we want, right?”

“Yeah,” You nod, shrugging, “But we’re being honest,”

“Okay,” The woman leans back, “When was the last time either of you spoke to your uncle,”

You look at your wrist- with no watch- glancing at John B who shifts in his seat, “Uh, thirty-four minutes ago,”

“When was the last time you saw him?”

John B looks at you this time. “Two hours and,” You pause, “Fourty-three minutes ago?”

“Kids, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle,” The worker sighs, again, “If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care,”

You exhale a sharp breath, hand running down your face.

“Keep an eye for Hurricane Agatha. She’s coming hard and heavy tonight,”

“No phone service?” John B groans as he raises to his feet, body heavy with sleep. His finger flicks the light switch. Nothing. “No power?”

John B exits his bedroom to depart to the living area. On the pull out couch, laid his sister and best friend. While you laid on your back, breaths even, JJ laid on his stomach, arm draped across your tank-top covered chest with his head beside yours,

“Yo, JJ,” John B calls, hand smacking JJs upper back so JJs head snapped up, his movement startling you to lift your own head, “You been outside?”

“I have polio, bro,” JJ mumbles, lips pressed to your shoulder, “I can’t walk,”

You heave a laugh, turning to curl into JJ so his arm slid around your hip and pulled you closer. You finally heave a breath, pulling away from JJ so he moaned in protest, your grin tired as you grab his hand and pull him up with you,

“Agatha did some work, huh?” JJ calls out to John B in the front yard, leaning against the open screen door with a found beer in his hand, and looking at the time, you choose not to scold him for his choice of drink as soon as he woke up,

“Yeah she did,” John B hums, tossing a branch off the boat that was brought out to shore.

“C’mon,” You call, pulling your tank top off so you were left in the bikini you fell asleep in, “Gods telling us to fish,”

“What do we have here?” You lift a hand to shield your eyes, watching Pope turn to look at you from his deck,

“We have a safety meeting,” John B calls, hand at his shoulder in a fake walkie-talkie, “Attendance mandatory,”

“Cant, Pops got me on lockdown,” Pope frowns, JJ scoffing,

“Your dads a pussy, over,”

“Oh I heard that, you little bastard,” Heyward snaps, and you raise your chin with a smile,

“We need your son,”

“And hurricane days a free day,” JJ reminds,

“Who the hell made that up?” Heyward questions, and you furrow your brows in pretend thought,

“Pentagon, I think,” You grin, “We have security clearance,”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward questions, stepping forward when Pope drops the hose in his hand and lunges off the porch, landing on the HMS boat with a stumble so your arm wrapped around his shoulders, laughing,

“When you get back, you gonna clean your dirty ass room!” Heyward demands, as you wave, “And I don’t like your friends!”

“Hello, princess,” You lean on the edge of the boat, smiling dreamily at Kiara as she moves to the edge of her boat deck. You extend a hand, helping her step down before turning to look at JJ,

“One day, she’s going to take you from me, I know it,” JJ pouts, and you smirk, leaning sideways so your lips pecked his,

“Nah, I like blondes more,” You grin against his mouth, JJs hand coming up to cup the back of your neck,

“Take your beer before I barf,” Kiara cuts, shoving two beer bottles between you so you leaned back and took one, narrowing your eyes,

“Okay, okay,” JJ stands up, popping the top to his bottle and moving to stand on the edge, “I got this,”

“No, you tried this six thousand times and you failed every time,” You remind, leaning back so the beer that missed his mouth flew past you, John B groaning in disgust.

You reach up to tug at JJs shorts in an attempt to pull him back down, the sudden jerk of the boat forcing JJ off the ledge, your body lurching forward so you hit the edge of the boat- hard- groaning at the pain in your muscles,

“Pope, what the hell?” John B calls, as you lift you head, watching JJ resurface from the water,

“J, you okay?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head,”

Pope snorts, stepping up, face dropping as he looks down into the water, “Guys,”

“What?” You finally sit up, following your gaze so you cursed, “Holy shit, there’s a boat,”

“No way,” Kiara moves next to you, “Holy shit,” She repeats, “There is,”

John B tugs off his shirt, your legs leading you off the edge so you dropped into the water beside JJ, hand over your nose.

Sure as shit, a boat. An expensive one, that is. Rising for air, you watch your friends talk all at once in hysterics for your finding,

“Did you see that?” JJ calls to everyone, Kiara nodding with a short, “Yeah, I did,”

“That’s a Grady White,” JJ swims up to the HMS boat, heaving himself up before twisting and taking your hand, “A new one of those is like five hundred Gs, easy,”

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge,” John B states, as you twist the water out of your hair, “Maybe it hit the jetty or something,”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara asks, roughly, and you squint your eyes with a grin

“You didn’t?”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Pope asks, heaving a breath of air from how long he held it underwater,

“No, but we’re about to find out,” John B picks up the anchor, saluting you before he jumps back off the boat, allowing the weight of the anchor to pull him down.

He comes back up in short time, hand raising to show you the yellow key in his hand, “I found this motel key,”

“A key,” Your smile drops into irritation, pushing away from the edge to sit down, the adrenaline quick to leave your system,

“Yes, a key, Y/N,” John B lifts himself up,

“Guys, we should report the wreck to the coast guard,” Kiara states, as the boat begins to speed off, “Maybe we’ll get a finders fee,”

“Yeah and not work all summer,” You hum, letting the wind blow dry your hair, “Maybe we should just go find out ourselves. Go to this motel, does it have a name?”

You reach out, taking the key from John B and reading the name before handing it back, “Let’s go lady and gents,”

A sharp whistle, and you look up at the damaged motel, “I thought the Chateau looked bad,” You raise to stand up, waiting for the boat to stop on the edge of the grass before hopping off, “Kie, Pope, keep a lookout,”

“Shouldn’t you stay here?” Kiara asks, eyes glancing to JJ jumping beside you,

“Are you kidding?” You grin, JJs arm sliding around your shoulders before he points up to the motel,

“Let me take you on a tour, sweetheart,” He teases, pulling you towards the steps with John B quick behind you,

“Just be so careful, John B,” JJ turns to grab John Bs jaw, mocking Kiaras demand to your twin brother,

“God, you’re so weird,” John B shoved him away, JJ scoffing as he looks at you,

“What was that about?” He asks your brother,

“I don’t know, maybe she wants us to be careful,” John B protests, and you roll your eyes,

“Or maybe Kiara loves you,” You tease, sliding your own arm around JJs torso as you walked in sync, “Come on, big brother, Kiara totally likes you,”

“If Kiara likes anyone it’s you, babe,” JJ states, “C’mon, we all know she’s secretly gay for you,”

“Maybe,” You hum, grinning as he removes his arm to send a light knock to the door on the key,

“Housekeeping,” He speaks in a high-pitch voice, receiving no answer,

John B unlocks the door, and you pear over JJs shoulder, body slumping in disappointment at the empty, boring hotel room,

“Check the bag,” John B orders, JJ unzipping it, “See if there’s a name on there somewhere,”

“Nope,” You lift the jacket on the stool, “No name,”

John B kneels down, your eyes watching as he pressed random buttons on the safe, “John, try this,” You hold out the sticky note with numbers, and he hums in thanks,

The safe opens with a short hiss, John B cheering out a small “yay” as he pulls it wide,

“Whoa,” You mutter, watching John B pull out a wad of cash and a small hand gun, “Holy shit,”

“What?” JJ steps up, instantly taking the gun and grinning,

“Put the gun back,” John B hisses, raising to his feet, “JJ, seriously!”

“This is a fucking spend gatt, man. Just... bam! Bam!” JJ pretends to shoot, your eyes snapping to the door upon hearing keys,

“Guys- cops!” You hiss, JJ looking at you before following John B to the window,

“Get it open,” John B presses, and the window opens wide, “Go,” You move out and onto the small roof under the window. JJ is quick to follow after, body pressing you against the side of the motel beside the window,

“Can they see us?” You whisper yell, JJs head barely shaking as he turns his head, silently staring at John B on the other side of the window,

A moments pause, JJs hand suddenly dropping the gun in his grip so it clattered off the roof and into the grass. Your jaw clenched as JJ presses himself harder against you, arms tight around your waist so you were nearly invisible to the window,

“You should have forgotten the stupid gun,” You hiss, lowly, JJ shushing you as his eyes flick between yours, then tilts his head to look at John B again. Your head leans forward into JJs chest, eyes watching in terror as Chief Shoupe peered out the window, then leaned away back into the motel room,

Your eyes flutter shut in relief, JJs hands loosening at your hips as your head leans back against the wall, looking back up to meet his gaze, “You’re an idiot,”

“Well that was fun,” JJ comments fifteen minutes later, your body laid across the front of the HMS Pogue, “Could have warned us sooner though,”

“We would have, except Pope was on the math team,” Kiara comments, showing Pope had failed to throw a rock at the window to alarm you,

“You were on the math team?” You glance at Pope, who rolls his eyes,

“The cops took everything like it was a crime scene,” John B speaks up,

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope questions, JJ raising his head before his hands, showing off the gun and the wad of cash,

“Dude, why take that from a crime scene?” Kiara hisses, and your eyes squint as Pope begins to panic about losing his scholarship,

“So it turns out, Scooter is the Grady White owner,” Pope shows up at the Chateau an hour later, pacing in front of you curled in the corner chair, JJ in the recline beside you, “We need to have total and complete amnesia,”

“For once, Popes right,” JJ speaks up, hand leaving your thigh to stand up, “See, I agree with you sometimes, deny, deny, deny,”

“Guys, we can’t keep that money,” Kiara speaks, and you lift your head off your hand,

“I agree with Kiara,” You nod, “We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs,”

“I agree,” John B echoes, and you raise your eyebrows at your twin brother, “This dude has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden he has a Grady White?” John B raises his hands, stepping into the house, “Just sayin’,”

Keggers. A party that brings Tourons, Pogues, and Kooks all together, somehow. They always seem to end with a fight, though. The one thing you looked forward to.

Except when it’s your own idiots who start the fight.

“Did I offer this to you?” JJ raises his eyebrows along with the red solo cup, blue eyes harsh on Topper, the Kook princess’ boyfriend, “Didn’t think so, run along,”

In swift motions, Topper has smacked the beer into JJs face, JJ has lunged at Topper, and within seconds, Topper is drowning John B in the ocean and JJ is shooting a gun into the air.

“That’s enough!” Your shout silences the group. Huh. Okay. “Kooks, onto your side, Pogues!” You jab a finger towards Pope pulling John B up, “Let’s fucking go,”

“Youre not still mad at me, are you?”

Your eyes shift over to the blonde next to you. Hair blowing in the wind, your mind runs over last night events. Today’s event- John B searching the Grady White using stolen scuba gear,

“You brought out a gun, at a party,” You remind, head tilted to look at him,

“Okay, I was saving your brothers ass, just so you know,” JJ leans back, and your eyes run over his face, wide,

“My brother wouldn’t have almost been drowned if you weren’t arguing with Topper,” You protest, voice snipping, “So don’t bring this around on him,”

“Guys,” Kiara cuts, your eyes narrowing in irritation as you look at her, “Someone’s following us,”

“There’s two of them,” Pope squints, staring at the two figures on the boat behind, “And one of thems got a gun- holy shit!”

JJ is quick to grab your arm and tug you into him, free hand grabbing the edge of the boat as you drop onto the floor of said boat, your eyes wide in alert,

“Holy shit guys!” Kiara panics, your eyes pinching shut as JJs hand slid up to your head, his own lifting to look over at the two men shooting constant bullets,

“Damn it, move,” Kiara steps over Pope, picking up the fishing next piled at your feet,

“Kiara, get down!” You squeak, eyes tearing as she threw the net, cutting the second boats engine so John B is able to steer away,

“Oh my god,” You panic, sitting up as JJ follows, his hand sliding from your shoulder to your hip to check for any injuries,

“Okay okay okay. Can you please open the bag? We almost died over this shit,”

You kneel down in front of John B opening the bag, pulling out a container that held a compass,

“Great,” Pope steps back, shaking his head, “We found a compass,”

Your brows furrow as you take the compass, flicking it open so your eyes widened and looked up at John B,

“Dude, what?” JJ asks, “It’s not worth anything,”

“This was dads,” You exhale, throat suddenly tight as JJs face fell and his eyes searched your face, “This- this is dads compass, John B,”

John Bs eyes raise to yours, then up to the group behind you.

Could Big John still be alive?

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