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girls-are-weird · 9 months
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YR fanfic pet peeves (and corrections): latin america edition
so. i was originally going to post this in january as a kind of "new year, new opportunity to learn about simon's hispanic heritage" kind of a thing, but life got busy, and then my computer died and i lost my original list, so i've had to reconstruct this from memory as best as i could. there may be some stuff missing, so perhaps i'll just keep adding to this post as missing/new points come to mind.
disclaimer 1: if you've included any of the points made here on any fanfic of yours, please don't take this as a call-out. this isn't intended to shame anyone, but rather as an educational opportunity. it's very rare that a latin american nationality that is not mexican or colombian or puerto rican is showcased in an international show, especially outside of the US, and it's given me such joy to have all of you lovely folks make the effort to be open to and research and understand the idiosyncrasies of simon's (and omar's) heritage because the rest of latin america tends to go overlooked in most other fandoms. so i don't intend to scold anyone with this. we can't all know everything about every other culture-- lord knows i don't know everything about sweden, but i want to be respectful to the country and its people and that is why i heavily research anything i don't know and ask people who do know when my research doesn't quite cover it and am open to corrections when even that falls short. i expect most of you come to write about simon's family background in good faith and also want to be respectful to his family's culture, and so i thought i might make things a bit easier for you all by putting the most common errors/misunderstandings i've seen in one handy post. but once again, it's not a call-out, i don't get offended by these things, and i'm in no way implying, if you've done any of these things in fic or in life, that you are a bad person. i understand people make mistakes when they don't know things.
disclaimer 2: i am not venezuelan myself. i was born and raised in the same general region of latin america, though, and i have venezuelan friends and have worked with venezuelan people and have visited venezuela. generally speaking, i feel their culture is very similar to mine (though our spanish is much closer to spanglish than theirs is, haha xD) and feel a deep kinship with them. but of course, i'm no native, and if you're venezuelan and catch anything here that you feel is incorrect, feel free to point it out and i'll add a correction in your name.
warning: this is very long. christ almighty. DX if you can't make it to the end, tl;dr-- feel free to ask if you have any questions or if anything isn't clear. my ask box/messages are always open.
1- "mijo." this is the only one that legit has caused me to click out of several fics/chapters, at least in the beginning, but i've learned to grin and bear it by now. it's not so much that it's wrong, per se, but rather it's more of a location issue. "mijo" is, to my ears, very much a mexican (or, if you stretch it, northern triangle) slang. it IS used sparingly in other countries, but rarely used unironically. instead, if you hear the term used in the caribbean region of latin america (which my country is part of, as is a large part of venezuela), it's almost always used… let's say sarcastically. for example, if your grown-ass adult friend is being a dumbass and doing something reckless, you might call out "oiga, mijo, se va a romper el cuello" ("hey, mijo, you're going to break your neck"). basically, it's a way of calling someone immature like a child. it doesn't have to be ENTIRELY unaffectionate (kinda like the way someone might call their significant other "idiot" or "dummy" but mean it endearingly. in fact, in colombia it's way more common for spouses to call each other "mijo/a" than it is for them to call their children that), but you can also use it with complete strangers-- like if someone cuts sharply into your lane while you're driving, you might yell at them "oiga, mijo, a donde le enseñaron a manejar, en un potrero?!" ("hey, mijo, where did you learn how to drive, in a horse paddock?!"). but even in these sarcastic/neggy cases, it's rare. and EVEN RARER to hear a mother call her children "mijo" or "mija" in this region. it's just not a thing. so when i read it in fanfic, it immediately takes me out of the story because it's so weird to me that linda would sound mexican-- it's a very distinctive accent, which carmen gloria 1000000% does not have. (plus, "mijo" in spanish is a type of birdseed. so it gave me a chuckle the first few times i read it in a fic because i always have that brief second of confusion where i go "why is linda calling simon birdseed?" before it clicks. xD i'm a dork.) it's much more likely that linda would just say "hijo" or "mi hijo," instead.
1b- the way you decide on whether to use "hijo" or "mi hijo" is important because "mi hijo" can sound overly formal in the modern context especially, much like it would in english. in fact, you can use the english version of it, "son" vs "my son" to guide you on which of the two to use. like for example, if linda were to say directly to simon "i love you, my son," she would sound oddly old-timey and anachronistic, so you would just use "son" ("hijo") in that case. whereas if she's talking about simon with someone else, for example saying "i told my son to be here on time," you'd be perfectly okay to use "mi hijo" in that sentence in spanish. it's very transferable in that case.
2- speaking of non-transferable, though, you can't use "cariño" in all instances you would use "sweetheart" or "sweetie." it really depends on the grammatical construction, and it can be tricky to get it right, but it depends on whether you're using it as a direct address or as an object. for example, if you're using it in place of someone's name-- say, a mother telling her child "te quiero, cariño" ("i love you, sweetheart/sweetie") is perfectly fine, because in that case, she could also say "te quiero, hijo" ("i love you, son") or "te quiero, simon" ("i love you, simon"). but if, say, simon says to wille "you're my sweetheart," you would not use "cariño" there; you'd go instead with some syrupy way to say "boyfriend," like "eres mi novio" or "eres mi enamorado" or even "eres mi amor," and if sara tells felice "you're a sweetheart," that would also not involve "cariño" at all. in addition, "cariño" is also very rarely used in plural; if linda is using a term of endearment for both her kids, or for a group of teens her kids' age, she would use a different term of endearment altogether: "hola, mis amores" ("hi, my loves"), "hola, bebés" ("hi, babies") or "hola, mis tesoros" ("hi, my treasures") among some examples. one exception is when you say "cariños míos" ("my sweethearts"), but very rarely the plural by itself. in fact, "cariño" is often slang for gift or present, especially in the diminutive-- for example, if you go to someone's celebratory party for some occassion (birthdays, graduations, baby showers, heck even christmas), you might hand them a small gift and go "te traje un cariñito" ("i brought you a small present"), and if it's more than one gift, or you're bringing gifts for several people, then you'd say "unos cariños" or "unos cariñitos" in the plural.
3- simon's skin is tan, not tanned. this… doesn't personally bug me as much because it's more of an english grammar issue, but i know people who might actually feel very offended if you get this one wrong with respect to them. "tan" is a color; a light shade of brown. "tanned" implies the original color of your skin has darkened with the sun. now, i'm sure simon can tan (lucky goat, says she whose skin burns even while indoors), but about 95% of the time "tanned" is used in YR fanfiction, it's used as a descriptor of the color of simon's skin as we see it on the show. that would imply his skin used to be lighter at some indeterminate before-time and has been darkened by the sun. this is incorrect; that is the natural color of simon's skin. so stick to "tan skin" instead (not tan PERSON, mind you. his SKIN is tan, he is not). and i would gently suggest that if you take away any single thing from this post, make it ESPECIALLY this point, as someone more sensitive than me might interpret this error as some kind of retroactive whitewashing. and i don't want anyone here to get in trouble for simply not knowing.
4- pabellón criollo is one dish, yes, but it's four different FOODS. it's not something a newbie would be able to make off of a recipe (i don't know how to make it and i've been eating it all my life), and it's not something that's likely to be taught in just one day. also, if you're bringing it to a dinner or a potluck, you're bringing four separate food containers, not just one.
4b- also, venezuelan food, for the most part, is not particularly spicy. you CAN make it spicy if you want, but traditionally, it is not. it's flavorful, maybe even saucy depending on the dish, but rarely spicy. i know the joke of white people being unable to handle spice is funny, but there's also plenty of us hispanic people who are equally terrible at it, because there's different levels of spice in the food from different regions of latin america. besides, as a friend of mine perfectly put: we are living in the 21st century now. if you can eat mild mexican food, you should be able to handle traditional venezuelan food just fine. and i'm pretty sure there's mexican food in sweden. plus, wille would probably be more used to international food-- not only does he have the means, but having traditional meals in foreign countries is kind of part of the job.
5- while i'm at it: simon is definitely half venezuelan. this is canon as of S2. there is no other place in the world where that dish is called pabellón. please keep that in mind when you're writing and researching.
5b- this, along with several of the points above, is important because it's a bit of diaspora trauma that whenever we venture outside of latin america and people learn we're latino, they immediately assume we're mexican, or that our culture and traditions are the same as those of mexican people. it happens often, and it's incredibly annoying. not that there's anything wrong with mexico or mexican people-- they're lovely, and their traditions and culture and food are fantastic-- but we are not them, and treating us like we are is reductive. the rest of latin america can be very different and incredibly diverse, and it can be dispiriting when people treat us like we're all the same. so that is why it is important when writing about simon, his family or his venezuelan roots, that you take care to actually research things as they are in venezuela, and not just pick the low-hanging fruit of latino facts you might've learned through pop cultural osmosis, which eight times out of ten will be mexican-only because most hispanic people in the US are mexican and the US exports its media all over the world. i've learned to just roll my eyes at it by now, but some people might actually feel offended or hurt, and i'm sure nobody here intends for that to happen.
6- although simon speaks spanish, neither he nor sara nor his mother nor any aspect of his mother's culture is spanish. "spanish" is what people from spain call themselves. people from spanish-speaking latin american countries are not spanish; we are hispanic, or latino/a/e. "latinx" is… let's call it controversial, at least outside of the US. most people born and raised in latin america don't like it; i personally don't get offended if people use it, but i don't use the term myself. also, you can say "latin food" or "latin music," but we usually don't refer to PEOPLE as latin, but rather latino/a/e. if in doubt, just use latin american or hispanic. they're also conveniently gender neutral.
EDIT: @andthatisnotfake also brought up a very important point: "if you spell it latinx, it makes it harder for screen readers to read (or so I've been told) and some people depend on those, so there's another reason to avoid it." (the unpronounceability of that term is at least part of the reason why hispanic people who live in latin america don't like it.)
6b- never use "the latino/a" on its own to refer to people. "latino/a/e" is an adjective, not a noun, so you would say "the latino boy" or "the latino man" but never just "the latino." kinda like it would be weird to point out the one japanese man in a room as "the japanese." there are some nationality/ethnic terms that just don't work as nouns in english.
7- spanish is not simon's one native language-- or at least not any more than swedish is. he grew up in a mixed-race household, speaking two different languages. it's pointless to call spanish his native language when comparing it to swedish. both are his native languages. also, while we're at this, wille is probably at least bilingual (i'm assuming he can speak at least english), although he only has one native language. it's hardly a competition between the two boys as to who's more of a polyglot.
7b- simon wouldn't take classes on the spanish language-- like to learn how to SPEAK the language-- since spanish is one of his native languages. he wouldn't take them at hillerska, nor in university, nor elsewhere. he wouldn't be allowed. you're literally not allowed to take classes on your native language, nor get credit for said classes. trust me, those would've been an easy extra 24 credits for me in college if that was a thing.
EDIT: have been made aware (thanks, @rightsogetthis and @plantbasedfish!) that at least in sweden and in finland one IS allowed to take classes of your non-swedish/finnish native language, in certain circumstances. i have to say, i'd be pissed if i were taking my french classes alongside a french native speaker, but hey, the system's the system, i guess. ;) so i've struck this one out.
8- dear god please don't use google translate for your spanish translations. listen, i'm not judging-- i do it with other languages, too, when i'm in a pinch. but google translate is literally The Worst (tm) so i always try to either check with someone, or stick to the stuff i already know is correct. seriously, you don't want to know the kinds of crazy stuff GT can spit out that people actually put out in the real world; some of them are quite hilarious. if you're unsure, my ask box/messages are always open and i looooove helping people with this kind of thing, hispanic language and cultural stuff. i know it seems like i'm hardly around, but i do check my messages. don't be shy, even if it's something really small.
PS: while i'm talking pet peeves, malin is wille's bodyguard, not his butler. she's nice enough to attend to him at hillerska because there's no other palace staff around and she's literally stationed outside his door, but she wouldn't do that in the actual palace. there's other staff for that. she wouldn't even guard him at the palace, i don't think, because the royal palaces in sweden are guarded by the royal guard, not SÄPO. if anything, malin might spend the time while wille is in the palace grounds at a gatehouse (like in YR 2x03 and onwards) or at some kind of security office in the palace, and then get called whenever wille needs to go anywhere. she wouldn't be giving wille messages from the queen or walking guests to wille's room or anything like that. that's not her job. (sorry, i had to get that off my chest, lol.)
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formulaonesmut · 1 year
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pretty in blue f.t PG10 & GR63
PLEASE DO NOT READ UNDER THE AGE OF 18<3  
Summary : Jesus, i don’t have the right words for this, your on a date with Pierre but you got caught. What will George think? 
Warnings : SMUT, P IN V, THREESOME, BlOWJOB, FINGERING, GETTING CALLED SLUT, WHORE ECT, BOY ON BOY STUFF XD, GETTING CAUGHT, NO MENCIONTS OF PROTECTION ( wrap it up before you tap it)  probably way more, but don’t wanna give spoilers 
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Word count ; 9.000 + words  
a/n:  Sooo i am so so so sorry for not posting this long but I’m currently busy with school. I started with writing this fic i think 3 months ago, but every time i just didn’t got the motivation. I don’t know how to feel about this fic, its a lot, its long and its sometimes bad written. Please tell me what you guys think about this, and please share it. Because i still think that many people want to read this.
A BIG THANK YOU TO @carlos55edits 🫶🏼
18+ WARNING!!!!  
THERE ARE SOME POINTS THAT THERE IS BOY X BOY SMUT, THIS ALL IS PURE FANTASY SO PLEASE RESPECT IT!  
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It’s a Friday night and you and Pierre are as usual on a date. He showed you every nice spot here in France. And yes you got butterflies…  
Later in the evening, George would come over. He came to talk about his new contract with Mercedes. You and George were gog friends, so you didn’t mind that he was coming over. 
He had a boat tour ready for you two. It took us to an island and it was beautiful! You were there the whole afternoon. 
Not a while later, we sat down on the beach by the water. Your back against his chest, settled between his legs watching sunset.  
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‘’Y/n?’’ Pierre spoke from behind, his head was buried in your neck. His warm breath on your skin while you watched peacefully the sun going down.  
‘’yes Pierre?’’ you blushed, his hand letting yours go. Making you frown confused. Did you do something wrong? 
‘’ I have something for you. Can you turn around?’’ he asked.  You felt him grabbing something out his jacket.  
 You slowly sat up, turning around, facing the handsome boy Pierre Gasly in front of you.  
‘’Well uhm.. I wanted to give you this today.. I uhm’’ he stutter. You bought your hand up, letting it fall on top of his. 
He held up a small red box. When he opened the box, you immediately let out a gasp.  
‘’Oh my! Pierre!’’ Your voice broke, tears forming in your eyes.   
 
Was he proposing already?  
 
‘’I hope you like it. It’s a promise ring y/n. I can’t promise that we don’t have our downs but believe me,  I will fight for you and iI wont let-‘’ you interrupted him with a kiss, a few tears rolling down your cheek, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. The kiss was soft and sweet.  
He pulled back, smiling proudly while putting the Diamond ring around your finger.  
‘’I really like you y/n’’ he blushed, his bottom lip, sucked between his teeth. 
‘’I do really like you too Pierre.” You blushed while looking down at the ring. 
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Everything was so natural between you and Pierre. It was like you were a couple for so long. He is always so sweet and caring but he also has his dominant days, or you better could say. When you were teasing him too long or not listening.  
Few minutes later 
 
You were between his legs as he sat on the ground leaned back on his hands looking at the sea as you got an amazing idea. 
You quickly turned around, your belly hitting the hot sand underneath you. You propped up on your elbows as you looked up at him, your head  dangerously close to his crotch.  
Pierre looks down at you and just smiles, not knowing what you are gonna do. 
‘’What are you doing princess? Ruining the peace?’ ’he giggled. Your cheeks immediately heating up. You looooved his smile and he knew that.  
You slowly laid your head on his lap, dangerously close to his dick. Your head moving a bit, making the fabric to move with your movements, causing it to move over his boxer.  
You enjoying the view huh? ’’ his hand came down to caresses your hair and to stop your movements. 
You smiled to yourself before lifting your head up towards him, His cheeks are coloring red.  
‘’Oh! Do you have it hot my boy?’’ you smile, biting your lower lip as you lay one hand on his crotch, slowly pressing a bit. 
‘’Yeahh.. not weird huh when I have the hottest girl in front of me, acting shy as always but I know you were your going to’’ he chuckled before laying back, popped up on his elbows, staring deeply at you.  
‘’Oh, I don’t know what your talking about Pierre’’ you smiled, slowly palming him between your giggles, ‘acting’ like you didn’t do it on purpose. His dick slowly harding at your movements.  
‘’I dare you to finish what you just started’’ he smirked down at you, biting his lip. He knew that you never would do that. You just didn’t like the idea of getting caught. 
You quickly glanced around, seeing almost one around you two. Some people are swimming, but that’s at least 100 meter further. You looked down at your watch, 19;32, so we had enough time to finish it before George would meet us.  
‘’Oh your shy now? ‘’ he smiled ‘’I knew it!’’ he laughed  
Your hands flew to his pants, pulling them down until the middle of his thighs, smiling as your both hands ran over his boxer. 
‘’Fuck- mon amour...  You don’t have too’’ he breathed out almost shy to beg for your touch 
You and Pierre were sex addicts, no but literally. Pierre may seemed like he was a bad boy but he was always so caring and made sure your comfortable with it. Buttt... He did have his dominance days.  
 
Your hands pulling his boxer a bit further down, his cock sprung free against his abdomen. And Jesus, Pierre was really big. Your jaw dropped against the sight, him on a beach, watching sunset while sucking him off. Your eyes tracing the veins on his hard cock that are about to burst. Pierre was so easily to turn on and you loved it. 
 
‘’Baby girl, I don’t think I can last any longer. Please do something’’ Pierre whined 
Your mind flashing to yesterday night. Even though you were drunk, you had an amazing night. The bed, the shower, and even the toilet there was ruined by you too.  
‘’Oh? Already begging before we even start?’’ you  teased him, repeating his words from yesterday night. 
‘’Please. Baby please I promise I will make it up to y-‘’ before he could finish it your tongue was circling over his tip, licking the precum up.  
‘’Mhm shit. ‘’ he glanced around, checking if no one was looking. 
You leaned down, licking a long stripe up following a vein that runs to his tip, his body immediately reacting. His breathing quickens as he got goosebumps all over his body.  
‘’Baby girl, you don’t know how much I love you’’ he breathed out, his breathing is heavy and seriously unsteady.  
You slowly close your lips around his red tip and start to suck it while your hand is pumping his shaft. Your mouth stays at his tip, making him whine and begging for more. Spit starts stringing down your bottom lip, making a wet spot on the hot sand underneath you. 
His hips started to trust upwards, trying to get something more from you. But instead off taking him further into your mouth, you pulled yourself completely off his dick.  
´´ cherrie? Did- did i-i do something w-wrong, did i go to far´´  
Before he could rumble more you stopped him. ´´ ofcourse not, dont be silly babe its just- you really need to stop acting like you didnt got touched´´ you chuckled. ´´ oh and stop trusting upwards, i have time today´´ you winked, he clearly understood you but he almost exploded and he just need to come, NOW.  
You saw him thinking, searching for something to make you keep going. And then he just found the perfect dare .‘’Oh- don’t get me wrong princess but not that someone would see that your sucking me off. I’m way to big for your pretty mouth so you can´t hide it’’   
Pierre his smile is big, his cheeks are red glowing, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, waiting for you to responds. 
“Oh watch me’’ you dared him.  
 You knew you could do it, taking a sharp breath through your nose before leaning in, taking him all the way in your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, stopping the movements there making you splutter around him. 
His tip hitting the back of your throat occasionally. Your nose touching his pubic bone as your head starts to bob up and down. It makes you gag every time while you took him all the way down your throat. Yes, he was big and you knew not every girl could do this.  
‘’F..fuck mon amour’’ he moaned his legs moving a bit nervously up. The chance off getting caught is big, its besides that just a normal and public beach. 
‘’Your mouth.. feels like heaven princess’’ Pierre moaned while you picked up the speed, yes you had time but you knew that George could arrive at any moment.  
Your head bobbing up and down, gagging every time his tip hit the back of your throat. He threw his head back, eyes fully closed and his mouth open, moaning things in french while trying to act so normal as possible. 
You could feel yourself drowning in your thoughts. ´what if´ ´ is someone watching  us´ Pierre immediately felt it. 
‘’Get back to work babygirl. I need you to make me cum before George will find us’’ he smiled, his voice cracked. It’s low and full hunger as he bulks his hips upwards. His hips are off the ground as he bottoms out in your mouth, stopping his movements there while he moaned loudly. 
You can hear it in Pierre his voice that he really tries to be quiet, his fingers dinging into the sand and his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth. 
“Fuck p-please f-f-fin-ish it please’’ he struggles. His voice grows lower and lower, groaning as he lowers his hips back down.  
You got immediately back to work as your head bobs up and down, quickening the pace, sucking him off like your starving. Your hand pumping the rest of his cock as your mouth is focused on the tip, circling your tongue and closing your lips around his tip sucking. And yes, you could bet that your thong is a soaked pool. You closed your thighs moving a bit trying to get more friction  
“Fuck! I’m close mon amour’’ he moaned out, looking down at you. “Do you want to swallow it, because if you don’t, you don’t have too’’ he struggled with talking but of course you wanted to swallow. And for the last time you bobbed your head down, nose touching his pubic bone as you felt a warm liquid spilling down your throat.  
You were quick in swallowing, showing your tongue as a quick reminder that you swallowed it all. But before you could show your tongue, your saw 2 long legs standing behind Pierre. And those legs were so familiar.  
It was George. Yes George! He had an amazing view from there, he was perfectly looking down at you.  
Pierre saw your face and immediately knew who was standing behind him. you admitted a few weeks ago that you wanted george to join you and Pierre, but Pierre was a guy, that don’t wanted to share.  
‘’fuck! Uh-’’ Pierre cursed before tugging his pants up, you were quick in turning around. Not that George haven’t seen you already.  
Your hands flying to your face, trying to hide your already watery eyes. The only thing that was on your mind was ‘’how am I gonna face George again?’’ 
You could hear George chuckle ‘’ I’m sorry mate.. didn’t .. uh didn’t really saw that coming’’ George laughed nervously, his hands were folded together in front off his crotch. 
‘’Its okay mate’’ Pierre spoke before shoving a bit towards you, hugging you from behind. ‘’It’s okay princess’’ Pierre whispered in your ear, trying to calm you a bit down. ´hey baby look at me´  
‘’What if he tell-‘’ 
’’Don’t worry  y/n, I wont tell anyone. Besides that you uhm’’ George smiled, Pierre tilted his head to him.  Seeing George standing there, both hands before his crotch. Pierre immediately understood why. It turned George on 
‘Its okay baby. Come on. Lets go home’’ Pierre giggled before getting up, pulling you up also.  
Oh and believe me you struggled. You immediately buried your head in Pierre’s his chest. God this is so embarrassing. 
‘’How did you find us so quickly?’’ Pierre asked george  
‘’Well, no one has that Louie bag like you. So, it wasn’t difficult’’ he chuckled while greet hugging Pierre. 
Pierre motioned to George to come over. George leaned forward and gave you a big hug. You could smelled is cologne and all you could do was relax in his arms. When George pulled away from the hug, he kept standing close. His eyes searching for yours.  ‘’Don’t worry about it angel’’ George smiled softly. Pierre softly pushed you forward making you stand fully pressed up against George, already feeling his hard on poking against your lower belly. You had to look up at him, because George is so tall. The moment your eyes met, it felt just like a movie. 
 Staring deeply into his eyes. It felt strange but something inside you told you that this night wasn’t over. George was the first one to break the silence, 
‘’Oh you uhm-‘’ he points at your mouth ‘’uhm I think you have uh-‘’ George struggled, his cheeks turning red. Your hand came up to take it away but Pierre slapped them right away.  
‘’Let him take it off’’ Pierre smirked while George swallowed hard. It wasn’t weird that Pierre loved to have the control. Normally George was a dominant person too, but somehow he let Pierre instructed him. 
‘’Go on mate take it away then’’ Pierre winked while he settled himself behind you.  
Your standing there, sandwiched between sir Russell and Pierre Gasly. Pierre settled his hands on your waist,  while looking down at your mouth. Seeing his cum dripping out the corner from your mouth made him instantly hard again. 
George brought his hand to your face, his thumb sliding over the corner of your mouth, slowly taking the cum off your red, swollen lips.  
‘’Stick out your tongue baby girl’’ Pierre commanded you. And you were very quick in obeying him, sticking out your tongue to George.  George was quick in understanding and brought his thumb to your mouth. You quickly closed your lips around George his thumb and sucked the cum of george his thumb.  
The ride home was normal. You went upstairs to change into your bikini. Pierre was so lovely to put the Jacuzzi on for you.  
While you were upstairs, Pierre and George settled themselves down at the kitchen table 
The moment you walked down only covered in your blue bikini, a towel under your arm and your phone in the other hand.  ‘’Damn’’ Pierre spoke, leaving both of the boys totally speechless. George immediately felt his cheeks heating up catching himself looking. The bikini wasn’t covering that much and the color blue suited you perfectly. Even better was if it was a Mercedes one.  
‘’Oh come on. Pick up your jaw boys’’ you chuckled before you walked to the fridge, grabbing a drink. While you were bending down to grab it out the fridge, you felt a hand spanking down on your ass cheek. The sudden contact made you moan. 
‘’Hey!’’ you half shout while smiling, immediately walking away leaving Pierre and George there, Pierre´s mouth still open while he was smiling too.  
‘’Don’t stop walking, otherwise you have 2 boys to help’’ Pierre smirked before nudging George.  
‘’I don’t mind though’’ you winked before walking out.  
And within 20 minutes both of the boys came out the house. They were only wearing a pair of swim trunks. George borrowed a set from Pierre.  
‘’It was boring without you two’’ you pouted while the boys got in. They were still talking to each other. Pierre leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead.  
‘’Don’t whine so much, otherwise I will bend you over and make you whine.’’ Pierre smirked while he sat down beside you while george took a place in front of you. 
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You all had an amazing night, talked a lot about f1 but also about your life’s. The mood was amazing and you all had so much fun.  
´´Cherrie are you gonna help that little boy out there? Only if you want it of course.. but I bet he wanna fuck your slutty pussy cherrie´ Pierre whispered while he kissed your neck. His puffy lips sucking on your skin. George was minding his own business on his phone. 
You immediately understood what Pierre his plan was.  You swum up to George. Immediately getting his attention. He laid his phone outside the Jacuzzi while you made yourself comfortable on his lap so you were facing the handsome boy George Russell.  
´´ That bulge here´´ just when you said ´here´ you rolled your hips over his crotch, making him bite his lip.    
´It’s painfully hard huh?´´ you smiled. George looked at you, fully in shock. when you leaned down and kissed his lips he thought he was dreaming this. Your tongues finding each other easy, lips moving synchronic against each other. His hands easily finding your but, softly squeezing your ass into his large hands.  
When you both pulled back George immediately looked at Pierre . ´´  Your really okay with this´´ 
´´Yeah I am. In for a threesome?´’ Pierre smiled, he almost chuckled it. He didn’t wanted to admit that it was not easy to see his girl making out and going to fuck someone else.. But it made something loose in him, and it made him instantly hard.  
´With her always!´´ George smiled, your hips started to roll forward over his crotch. His abs spanning together when your  hips rolled over his already semi hard dick.  
´Its so easy to turn you on´ you breath out while you quickly lifted your hips so you could pull George his swim trunks down.  
Your hands flied down to his semi harden cock. Your tiny hands ( if you see Pierre or George his hands, yes your hands are small and tiny) around his cock. Your hands found a easy and steady pace. George closed his eyes as your hand worked up and down his shaft.  
And within 70 seconds he was solid hard. And damn, Pierre was big. Bigger then a normal person but George?!?!? George was HUGE veiny and not to forget, he was long and thick. 
´Cat got your tongue princess?´ George chuckled, his cheeks were glowing red. He always dreamed of this, but he knew you were off limits. You were Pierre’s, not his.  
´Uh woah.. no but uhm.. ´´ you struggled while your hands quickly made work from your bikini bottom. Pierre got up and settled him behind you two.  He sat up on his knees, his hands were on your waist and your back was against his chest to support you.  
Pierre handed you a condom and opened the package for you. You rolled the condom around George and settled yourself above him.  
´Relax cherrie´ Pierre whispered in your ear before helping you sunk down onto George, Pierre’s hands still on your hips.  
You were speechless, Pierre was your first one ever and you never had sex with anyone besides him. Pierre was already a bigger size then a normal person, but George. It felt like this was your first time again. Pain, that was the only thing you could think off.  
´Mhm fuck.. your so.. fucking... tight ´’ George moaned, every time you sunk lower and lower until his whole dick disappeared into you.  
´´Give her a little bit time George´ Pierre smiled, kissing your neck while both men gave you time to get used.  
´´Jesus baby girl. It’s like your already cumin around me.. ´´ 
´´ I- I never had someone that was this .. tight.. fuck .. please relax, I think I’m not gonna last long´´ George moaned, pulling you forward to connect your lips on his. The sudden movement made you moan into his mouth. George took that chance to explore your mouth.  
His lips made a way from your mouth, to your jaw, back to your neck. Pierre hands settled them down on your hips, he slowly lifted you up and down. George was big, but it felt right. The pain slowly started to turn into pleasure. Pierre immediately felt that. Your hips started to move up and down faster and deeper. But Pierre immediately stopped you.  
´´No no cherrie. you gotta follow daddy´s hands now´´ Pierre whispers in your ear. He pressed his hips into your lower back, letting you feel the outlines of his already harden dick.  
´´Go on cherrie, ask George what he want´´ Pierre’s lips grew into a smile. 
´´Georgiee what do you want-´´ you breath out, your eyes closing as George’s tip started to hit your G-spot. 
´Fuck princess!  I want you to cum over me, fuck Your so tight´ George repeated, your walls clenching around his cock.  George started to trust upwards. Pierre stilled your movements while his puffy lips are on your neck creating some purple patches.  
´F-fuck G-Georgie.. ´’you moaned out as George was thrusting upwards in an amazing pace, not slow, not fast.  
George his hands were beside his lap. Steading himself while he trusted inside you. Pierre hands were on your hips, stilling your movements so George could set the pace. George’s hips were thrusting upwards, his dick hitting your g-spot perfectly.  
´Fuck baby girl. You have- you have to stop squeezing me- I-I- im gonna cum´´ George moaned out, his trusts became sloppier. His breathing was fast and deep and he was moaning like crazy. It felt weird at the first time, moaning your name while Pierre was facing him too.  
´I fucking tell you y/n, you're NOT gonna cum on his dick.´’ Pierre commanded you. He could tell you from your face impressions that you were running close.  
´No.. need to be.. jealous Gasly. You can fucking make her cum so many times!´  George snapped, he was close, his hips not slowing down. Besides that, he sped up.  
´Who said this was the last time?´´ Pierre smiled. ´´ Even when we are in a relationship, I don’t mind sharing her with you, but we can talk that later on´´  
George only moaned in response. His dick hitting that sweet spot inside you as his abs started to pull together. His breaths became more and heavier, he pushed Pierre his hands off your hips, to replace them with his own. his hands helping you move faster up and down as Pierre his hand slides over your breasts.  Pierre quickly untied your bikini top, making it fall down as one of his hands grabbed your throat. His hand squeezing your throat a few times before sliding it back down to your breasts.  
´Fuck fuck- I'm gonna c-cum´´ George moaned, and within 5 seconds, his whole body was shaking, he was moaning, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut.  
Something triggered you, the well-known knot in your stomach. George was driving you to the edge, but before it could snap, Pierre was there. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you upwards off George.  
´Noo- Pierre please- please let me cum´´ you begged. He knew you hated this so much. His grip made you turn around so you were facing Pierre instead of George.  
“Do you want to cum baby?´´ Pierre smiled. You could only nod in responds.  
´´Please daddy. Let me take care of you two´´ you begged Pierre 
´´Only if you ask nicely baby´´ Pierre smirked. He wanted to hear it.  
´Please, please please daddy. Please let me take care of you two´´ you smiled, George got up on his knees too, pressing his body into yours.  
´Oh? Are you gonna be our good girl then?´´ George whispered in your ear, his tongue running over the purple patches that Pierre made.  
´´Yes yes yes Georgie- I will´´ you breath out, you throwed your head back on George’s shoulder. Pierre leaned down and attached his lips on your harden nipple. It made you arch your back forward, pushing Pierre face into your boobs.  
´´Eager?´´ Pierre smiled. His face was tilted upwards and he was slightly blushing.  
´Mhm´ you mumbled. George’s hands were on your ass, kneading it into his hands.  
´How do you want it baby´ Pierre smiled. ´Tell us your dirty thoughts baby´ George added. 
´I know it maybe sounds weird-´ you spoke, but George cut you off.  
´It isn’t weird princess, look we are having a threesome so go on´’ George smiled.  
´Blur it out cherrie´ Pierre bit his lip, waiting for you to go on. His mind was running like crazy. He knew you were kinky in bed but this was something he didn’t saw. 
You hesitated a little bit before spitting it out. ´´ I want you two to kiss, like... With tongue´ ´ 
Pierre and George´s eyes shot wide. Pierre immediately started blushing harder.  
´Oh wow, uh- I- I take my words back´ George chuckled.  
They both stared at you, completely in shock. It was like they were frozen. They just couldn’t find the rights words for this. Not that they didn’t wanted this because deep down, Pierre really wanted to kiss a boy for once.  
´´Only if you want to- but please it's so hot and I- I'm dreaming about that for really long now´´ you blurred out, your cheeks started to heat up. Slightly embarrassed that you said it.  
´Look I know your both straight- but please, if we are gonna have sex more- it's just really hot´  
´´Okay- uhm let this dream of yours come out then´´ George spitted out. Pierre only could blush. He was off the world.  
And before you knew, you were sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Pierre and eorge were settled in front of each other 
Pierre was the first one to make a move. He brought his hand upwards to cup George’s cheek, pulling George forward and kissing his lips. At first, they were slow and it was a little bit awkward. But it immediately felt away when their tongues found each other. Lips moving synchronic with each other. Tongues fighting for dominance. 
George pulled Pierre on his lap. Pierre could feel that George was hardening underneath him. Lips not coming off each other as they kept fighting.  
George could only moan in response. You told him so many times that Pierre was a good kisser and now he could only say yes. Pierre kissed a way down to George’s neck, slowly sucking on his skin.  
´I bet that she is watching us like we are a god Georgie´ Pierre whispered before sucking on his earlobe.  
´Oh fuck y/n.. You didn’t lie when you told me that Pierre is a good kisser´ George breath out while Pierre pulled back. Admiring the purple patch he made on george his neck. 
Pierre turned his face around looking at you.  
´Enjoying the show baby?´ Pierre smiled, accidently rolling his hips over George’s crotch, feeling his already hard dick poking underneath him, George’s heartbeat is fast and he could bet that Pierre could hear it. 
´´ That seemed-  hot..´´ you blushed, you patted beside you on the edge. George smiled and took place beside you. You got off the edge and settled yourself on all fours in front of George.  
You got an idea. An idea that wasn’t normal.  
George pulled his swim trunks off and thrown them away. Meanwhile you took place in front of George while one hand settled itself on George’s length.  
You turned your head to Pierre before saying ´´come on daddy are you gonna help me´´ you tried to put your best puppy eyes on Pierre who swallowed  hardly. His breathing hitched before coming to you to. He settled himself beside you.  
´Yeah fuck it´  Pierre mumbled before licking one long stroke up George’s dick.  
´Oh- fuck yes Pierre´ George moaned when Pierre closed his lips around his red swollen tip. You only could sit there watching this;  
George was a moaning mess while Pierre worked his mouth up and down. Spit dripping down Pierre’s mouth while his hand was working on George’s balls. 
Pierre started to hollow his cheeks out, one hand on george his shaft while his mouth was fully focused on George’s tip. George was sensitive and overstimulated. It wasn’t hard to bring him to the edge  
´Fuck Pier- daddy please, I'm so f-fucking c-close´ George moaned his body started to shake, and the moment he was gonna explode you pulled Pierre off his dick. 
George only could groan while he was trying to catch his breath. This was unbelievable. He got sucked off by Pierre, Pierre Gasly. 
´Already tired ?´ you smirked ´gonna fuck your little slut?´ you asked, Pierre his eyes shooed widen before taking place behind you. 
He made you sit in doggy style, your face facing the edge of the Jacuzzi. George was still in front of you while Pierre was behind you. Pierre’s hands were on your ass, while his knee was kicking your legs open.  
´´Put that slutty mouth to use cherrie and show him how good you are´´ Pierre spoke from behind, his hand coming down and slapping your ass cheek. Because your whole body was wet, it hurted little bit but it didn’t care . Besides, it made you moan and George took that opportunity to fill your mouth up with his dick.  
You easily closed your lips around George as you started to suck him. Your eyes fixed upwards looking upwards through your lashes. While your mouth was all over George, Pierre shoved this tip up and down your slit, circling his tip a few times over your clit.  
Muffled moans came out your mouth as George slowly started to thrust into your mouth. Pierre slowly pushed his tip inside your entrance. You moaned around George, which made him moan too because of the vibrations.  
´Don’t hurt her. If she squeezes your arm, stop´ Pierre commanded George, his dick slowly disappeared inside you.  
George his hips started to buck forward into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out, letting his tip hit the back of your throat while he praised you. Pierre and George worked in a tandem. When George trusted in your mouth, Pierre got out.  You sucked and moaned around George while Pierre was hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You were sensitive and when Pierre brought his hand back to rub your clit, It almost felt too much.  
George saw that it was to much and immediately did something. 
´´Woah calm down angel´´  George´s hand gently tugged you of his cock, giving you a moment to breathe as he held your head in place. His other hand moving to cup your jaw gently, his thumb wiping some spit from the corner of your mouth. Waiting for you to come a little bit down. Pierre didn’t slowed down. His thrusts became harder and his dick disappeared every time he trusted inside. 
´Look at you, so quiet now huh? Go on and take my cock like the little slut you are ´´ George smiled as you got back to work. You were sucking his tip like you were dying while your other 2 hands pumped his shaft.  
The constant impact at the back off your throat had your eyes prickling with tears, threatening to ruin your mascara. At least what’s left of it. When George could feel that your jaw was growing tired, he took it over, using his hand that was already intertwined with your hair to move your head. The other one was on your jaw, trying to help you. 
´Yeah baby you better listen or daddy wont fill that pretty pussy of yours´ ´´ Do you wanna get filled baby? Because daddy is gonna fill you up if you want to´ Pierre added, Before you even could nod or say something, you already got filled. Pierre’s cum filling you perfectly up. His hand rubbed faster over your overstimulated pussy and making you almost seeing stars. 
´Come on cherrie let it go for daddy´ Pierre praised you, as body started to shake while you really tried to focus. 
´Yeah be a pretty slut like you always are and cum over daddy’s cock´ George added while moaning loudly. The sounds he was making was enough to make you forget the pain and tiredness in your jaw. Low groans, moans, and French swear words filled the air.  
You felt him twitching in your mouth while your orgasm was on the point off exploding, Your orgasm hit you hard, almost like a rock fell on you. Your body was shaking and you were a moaning mess. George came at the same time as you, filling your mouth up with his hot, sticky cum. You easily swallowed it and when George pulled you of his dick you showed him your tongue, as a reminder that you swallowed everything. 
You couldn’t even come down from your high or George was already questioning you. 
´Can i clean you?´ George spoke, his cheeks were red and his hair was messy.  
´´Uhm- yeah of course ´´ you mumbled. Not really knowing what his plan was.  
George picked you up before walking out, laying you down on the sofa before getting back on his knees. 
´What are you-´ before you could finish, you felt George’s tongue on your clit, slowly dragging it up and down your slit. Making sure to eat the dripping cum while George’s hands spread you open while he ate you out.  
´George- fu-fuck yes!´ you were again a moaning mess, because of the overstimulation your body was so sensitive. His tongue lapping perfectly on your throbbing pussy. His lips easily finding your clit while 2 fingers made their way into you.  
His fingers slowly angled upwards and settled a quick and rough pace. His lips and tongue focused on your clit. One hand was on your waist to stop you from bulking your hips up, while the other one was playing with your nipple. His fingers were perfectly hitting your g-spot.  
You could feel your orgasm approaching and before you could tell it, it was there. And you thought that you couldn’t come harder. But this time it seriously felt like you were passing out, a delicious feeling rushed through your body while your hands gripped down George´s hair.  
 
´´’you did amazing princess´´ George kissed your head and helped you to sit up.  
´´ i have no words for today..´´ George chuckled ´´ can i get you anyth-´´  
Before George could finish Pierre was there. He had his hands full with stuff and even a blade.  
´´ you look ..-´´’pierre paused while putting the blade down, his brain was searching for the right words. ´´ fucked out´´ he smiled  
´´ here, put this on´´ Pierre handed your pajamas and a bra and thong. You mumbled a quick thank you before shooting it on. Pierre was already dressed and so nice to bring clean and dry clothes for George.  
Aftercare was second on the list, and it was definitely something that was important. Besides clean clothes, Pierre also brought drinks and some snacks.  
 
´´ so is this gonna be our weekly relax moment?´´ pierre chuckled.  
 
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v3nusxsky · 1 year
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Hey ^^ could I request a Larissa x fem!reader where the reader is bratty all day so when the school day is over Larissa shows reader where and to whom reader belongs. Of course smut and maybe small aftercare? You can use any kinks you see fit for their dynamic (I’m kinky person so I don’t mind anything really xd)
thank you and hope you have wonderful day <3
My brat 18+
*Authors note~ my last request (was at the time I wrote this) and I'm all officially caught up for my darling Larissa Weems <3 two new requests but here's some long awaited smutty goodness*
Trigger warnings~ brat r / dom l mommy kink overstimulation oral toys punishment praise/degrading fucked dumb
Prompt~ see ask^^^
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Yours and Larissa relationship was common knowledge around the walls of Nevermore. At first it was staff members only but soon enough the students started to put two and two together and came up with four. Truthfully neither of you mind the school knowing, all they knew was that you and their headmistress had the kind of love written about in books and seen on movies. The type of love that you dream of wishing to someday have as your own. Then again that being said, they knew what you showed them what happened behind closed doors would always remain private, just for the two of you. And that's how you liked it.
This particular day you had only morning classes and truthfully you were bored. Larissa was busy as usual, not able to give you the attention you wanted, no needed. You weren't above playing dirty to get it either and that's how you formed a plan to gain it. You would break every rule the two of you had agreed on. Every. Single. One. Oh and when she found out you were in for the night of your life. Or so you hoped.
By the end of the day Larissa was hanging on by a thread, you had sent over pictures, voice notes, detailed texts that looked more like essays of what you desired her to do to you and even gone into your toy box to add to the pictures. Safe to say she was truly in need of playing with you, but clearly that's what you were aiming for so naturally she had to make you wait. To achieve that she stayed later than normal in her office after sending you a simple text, one she knew would absolutely drive you wild.
Arriving to your shared chambers she found you exactly where she'd told you to be. You sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted downwards in submission, stripped bare for her. She praised you as she stepped off also. She instructed you to lay flat on your back and she made quick work of restricting your arms and legs. A blind fold neatly placed over your eyes, ensuring you couldn't see a thing. "Now what was it you said earlier my love? Please remind me" she murmured into your ear before retreating to admire her handy work. When you failed to answer her question she brought her hand down against your thigh, delighting in the way it instantly reddened as you yelped out "fuck mommy I said I want you to treat me like a toy and use me till I can't say anything but your name. That I'd be so good for you mommy, touch me, do anything you please just god mommy" you finished reminding her of a few of your texts to be cut off with a moan as her fingers teased your soaked core.
"Such a pretty slut all laid out for mommy aren't you? My toy to use isn't that right?" She purred before moving to grab something. You were left anticipating what would happen, just which of your fantasies would she be acting on today? The answer was given quickly as you felt the vibrator being strapped to your aching cunt. Only when it was secured did Larissa move away from you with a final kiss and get settled in, perfect view of you. She wanted to watch every little reaction you would have as she edged you over and over. To watch you come so close to getting some release before she cruelly ripped it away from you.
With a simple click of the button she was able to do exactly that. You were edged 5 times for the amount of times you had sent pictures of yourself to her that day. By the time she switched it off and untied it from you, you were desperately begging her to give you something, anything just more. She couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic her toy was. "Oh darling, look at you, look at how needy you are for your mommy?" All you could do is whimper at her, "please."
"Oh my pretty whore, your needy cunt is leaking all over the sheets, is that all for me?" She purred coming up to free you from the blindfold. "All for you mommy, all yours" you whined still unable to move your limbs to get what you wanted from her. She moved to help your head tilt forward to see just what a mess you were making, the sight alone causing you to whine for her "mommy touch me"
"Oh no, I was going to give you what you needed, but my slut has lost her manners" she reprimanded you while moving to straddle your head. "Now you're going to be my good little whore and please your mommy and prove you deserve to cum" she commanded before lowering herself onto your mouth. Just like the eager slut you truly were you immediately started to use your mouth, exactly how you knew would drive her wild. You were instantly rewarded with pleasured whines and mewls. You couldn't help but moan at the taste of your lover, the vibrations around her aching pussy only aided her climb to the edge of climax.
Although you were pleasuring her she remained in complete control, ordering and controlling your every action. That fact drove you absolutely wild. "Such a good slut for mommy darling make me cum all over they dirty mouth of yours" was moaned out from the women above you, spurring you on despite the fact your tongue and jaw were tiring you were determined to please your lover. It wasn't long until you were rewarded by a loud high pitched moan and wetness flooding from her core. You made sure to lap up every last drop before she removed herself from your face, laughing at how you were trying to dart your tongue around your chin in an attempted to get the slick that coated your chin.
In your distracted state, Larissa had time to complete strap up and join you back on the bed, teasing your entrance and coating it with your own slick. "Such a dirty girl for mommy hmm, you're so wet you don't even need lube darling" she hummed out in a teasing manner knowing exactly how needy you were. She loved how you lay there still tied up completely at her mercy and ever so desperate for her. Your whines of need were certainly getting uncontrollable even though you were trying to hide them in an attempt to behave. "Beg" she purred into your ear, you immediately let out a string of desperate pleas, only to be cut off turning into moans of pleasure, by feeling her length pushing into you and stretching out your dripping cunt.
It was almost as if Larissa could feel how your walls milked the fake cock for all it was worth, her thrusts becoming frenzied with every whine and whimper you released. Your hips bucking uncontrollably to meet her ruthless thrusts begging for harder, faster and deeper. This time she gave you the permission you needed to let go and you did. Over and over again as she forced orgasm after orgasm from your tired body. "Mommy can't no more, please mommy" you whined pathetically knowing nothing would stop the women from achieving what she wanted. "No darling, you wanted this now you're going to shut up and take it like the filthy whore you are for me" she commanded while untying you and flipping you over before slamming back into you. She knew it wouldn't take much to throw you over the edge one more time, and with her pace and a quick bite to your shoulder, you came with a loud cry. She gently brought you down from your high loving just how blissed out you were. Half hooded eyes, shaking limbs, mouth gaping open as you tried to formulate a sentence. Here, like this, Larissa was sure she'd never had such a beautiful women in her bed. And neither did she want anyone other than you bellow her.
After disappearing to gather a cool wash cloth she immediately started to clean you up as you whined and whimpered in protest. "Hush darling, im just cleaning you up my love I promise, no more okay? You did such a good job for mommy, such a good girl for me." She reassured quickly hurrying to be able to join you in bed and hold you close. That was how you drifted off to sleep, blissfully fucked into a dumb state and snuggled up to your love. For you there wasn't any better way to end the night.
Word count ~ 1578
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Made an absurdly large mug of coffee this morning (20oz mug that I have to use two of my coffee maker pods to fill properly that says “YEEEE FUCKING HAW” on it, it’s great) and it got me thinking of the SOLDIER trio, plus Cloud and Zack, and how they’d take their coffee.
Sephiroth: Real answer is probably plain black coffee with a bit of sugar, funny answer is the most complicated coffee beverage ever. Interpret this as you will. Additionally, either totally plain coffee mug OR “World’s Okayest Boss” mug.
Angeal: Just a nice normal cup of coffee with cream and sugar, maybe some of the flavoured coffee cream if it’s in the fridge and he feels like it. Zack probably got him a “World’s Best Dad” mug as a gag gift. He uses it unironically (perhaps not “dad” but I can’t think of what other title to put there)
Genesis: Owns one of those little home latte machines and goes through the trouble of making various espresso beverages. Has those clear glass mugs that make it easy to see the layers of espresso and steamed milk and stuff.
Zack: Energy drinks. I cannot see him drinking normal coffee. Owns one of those silly Spencer’s Gifts mugs that is either genuinely funny or some kind of dirty joke.
Cloud: honestly it’s hard to say, I’m not sure. I feel like he wouldn’t personally want anything over the top, so probably just plain cream and sugar. But like,,, a laughable amount of sugar. Proud owner of the “Don’t talk to me until I’ve eaten this mug” mug, another gift from Zack.
These are just my takes, if you have other ideas please share, I’d love to hear them! This just felt funny and lighthearted and I wanted to share.
Also I don’t know why I didn’t give genesis a fun coffee mug, I just can’t figure out one that fits
OMG Anonymous, thank you SO MUCH for gracing my ask box with this absolute gold XD I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond but this hit me with the inspiration bat and I just had to get completely ridiculous with it!!!
you can see the art here (I hope you like it!!!!)
But first, if I may just add a few thoughts to the above as well:
Sephiroth: Absolutely yes re: black coffee + all of the sugar. And I mean all of it. Will stand there and spoon teaspoon after teaspoon in while making hard eye contact with you...which is oddly threatening. Unless you're Genesis who just snarks "would you like some coffee with your sugar?" Sephiroth has no idea what he's talking about. I love the idea of the 'World's Okayest Boss' mug that's fantastic XD (I uh...took it a step further and made it crass for the art because why not hey? LOL)
Angeal: Totally agree, he's a no thrills coffee guy. Standard break-room affair (because he's also too cheap to fork out actual Gil for the 'good coffee'), cream and maybe a sugar or two if he's feeling like he needs more of a boost. Probably is the person to put the first pot on every morning and proceeds to drink most of it. Definitely has a "World's Best Dad" mug - but I always posited Genesis gave it to him as a birthday present when they were 15 XD
Genesis: 110% has his own fancy, expensive, Barrista quality machines. Anyone who visits him at home gets at least one cup with a lecture on why you need to grind the beans yourself to extract the best flavour from them ("why are your eyes glazing over Angeal, this is ART"). Doesn't have a funny mug at work because he refuses to drink any coffee that he doesn't make himself OR doesn't come from 'The Good Coffee' place a few blocks away from HQ. If he did have one though it would probably say something like 'probably tequila' on it.
Zack: Drinks energy drinks. 200%.
Cloud: Has no idea about coffee at all. Drinks 1-2 day old, lukewarm Break Room sludge. The Science Department would probably want to study this shit if they knew what was going on.
Thanks so much again for sending me your takes on their coffee preferences - it has been such a delight to sit in this for the holiday season, seriously I think it was one of the things that got me through LOLLLL! I hope you dig the art!!!
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mara-brekker · 1 year
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Request you want a request? I am happy to ask!
Can you please write a Kax x reader from shadow and bones? Could it be a "she fell first but he fell harder"? But add a little bit of angst in the please, maybe having him yell at her for always being there and she listens to him and gives him space and stuff. Idk just a thought
Ur Wish is my demand
My Investment
Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader
Words: 1127
Warnings: angst, Kaz yelling? xD mention of blood
.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・
I've known Kaz Brekker for a few years now. I saw him for the first time on the streets of Ketterdam. Three men touched me and asked me if I was alone.
One of my many problems was not being familiar with the streets of Ketterdam. My father never allowed me to leave our big house. He always said that weird people would catch, torture and kill us. He listed countless names of these people I didn't know, but only one of them stuck in my mind: Dirtyhands.
But when said and his brown-haired companion helped me out of the mess and, as I learned, Nina offered me a place to sleep, it was soon to become clear to me
...
Kaz Brekker.
For some the devil himself.
However, no one saw the sparkle in his eyes, or his beauty in general. His smile made me blush every time, but I never really noticed that he was only smiling at me.
I knocked on his office and after a "mhh" I entered. "You came"
"You called." His eyes sparkled.
I slowly approached his desk, which had a pile of plans on it. Kaz got up and walked over to me. "I wanted to ask you if you could get me something." I nodded. I didn't care if it was relevant to all of us or just him, I would do it. "I need a box." He pointed to a sketch and I just nodded again. "The content is..." he looked at me "very important to me. But I can't get them. The crate will be found in a carriage. Jesper and I are out tonight and I guess I won't be able to get her before the carriage leaves.” He pointed to a map of Ketterdam as he talked. "I'll do it," he smiled, but only briefly. I was about to leave when Kaz said my name and I turned to him. "If the city guard or anyone else gives you trouble and you can't make it out with that box, leave it." I just looked at him in horror. "Kaz, it would only be a job half done if I returned without the target." But he just shook his head. "I really shouldn't have sent you. Just drop them if you're in danger.” Nodding, I left his office to go change.
I didn't care what Kaz said.
I will take this box with me even if one of my legs is in danger. I was standing in a dark side street where I should see the carriage that should come right now. The first thirty minutes passed when the people in the carriage didn't want to get off. But when they did, guards stood at every door. I saw a friend of my sister's walk past me and quickly asked her if she could help me distract the men. Of course I had to put down a few coins for it, but the female charms were reliable because both guards were now talking to her at the horses. So I crept quietly to a door and opened it quietly. I saw a box similar to Kaz's sketch on a bench and picked it up. Just as I stepped out of the carriage, a city guard ran up to me.
I ran and suddenly one guard became three and they even followed me onto the roofs. Unfortunately, the box was unwieldy to carry and one certainly couldn't climb it. I only felt a slight twinge in my left hip, and when I touched it, my hand covered a warm, red substance.
i was bleeding
I tried to run, climb, and jump, but the box made my pain worse and I dropped it. Like Kaz said.
It was easier to lose them now, and so did I. I arrived at the hiding place with a limp.
"Kaz she will surely come soon." I only heard Jesper's voice.
When Kaz saw me, there was relief in his eyes. However, this quickly faded and turned into anger. "My room. Now."
When I got to the top, I had no more strength. I had to take care of my wound as quickly as possible.
"I see you didn't manage to get her." I just covered my wound and tried to breathe calmly. Kaz must have seen from my look that I wasn't feeling well since he was walking towards me now.
"Take off the vest." I did as he said and he examined the wound. He hastily went to one of his closets and pulled out a needle, thread, and bandage. When he stood in front of me again and stared at the wound, his hands were shaking. He wanted to help, but for some unknown reason he couldn't.
"I can't," he said, looking at me. "That's ok" I answered and took the utensils from him to make myself comfortable on a chair. I picked up my shirt and started sewing. "You had them didn't you?" he asked and I nodded. "Why didn't you drop her sooner. I told you the same thing!” he now started to get louder. "Why do you think I said that? Just so that doesn't happen here. You are my investment and cannot be hurt and prevented. And then for nothing.” It wasn't anger that could be heard but something like fear. He was afraid for me.
"Why do you think I gave you this job? Because I trust you! I can't lose you too.” I could see tears in his eyes now.
“In these boxes were only pictures. Worthless pictures of me and my brother!” he said in panic. "You didn't look worthless to me."
"What do you mean?" he asked and I reached into my waistcoat pocket and pulled out said photos.
"My photos" there was the smile from him.
"As grateful as I am to you." He looked at me intently. "Don't ever do that again. You have no idea what I would do to myself if you died out there.” he said while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"My brother was older than me..." he began to talk. That evening I learned his great fear of further loss or why he avoided touch. But what I loved hearing from him the most was why he had called me his investment.
.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・
I Hope that I don’t have any mistakes in it :)
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windsweptinred · 1 month
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Hey, had this image of Morpheus as a massive Raven hovering in the air behind Daniel in my head and thought you would maybe like it as well. Maybe I'll draw it one day but until then I've written it. Hope you enjoy this :)
The dark entity rises in front of Dream while he watches with neither anger nor fear only a hint of curiosity on his fine boyish features.
"Now Dreamlord what shall I do to you, after I’ve slayed your oh so loyal pet?" The entity gestures dismissively to the bloody body of the Corinthian lying on the ground. "You are just a child after all nothing like your predecessor. Not even worse a challenge, letting others fight your fights."
Dream’s lips twitch. "I apologize for the transgressions of my nightmare, he is sometimes a bit overeager." A short glance to the side confirms that said nightmare is already getting up again while cursing quite colorfully under his breath. "But if you rather want to measure yourself with my predecessor than me I can certainly ask him if he would be willing to do so. But I should warn you he won't be in the best mood. As far as I know, he had a date planned for this evening."
"What?" The entity frowns in confusion. Dream however closes his eyes and hums under his breath. The Corinthian has by now staggered to his lord's side complaining about his ruined suit. After a moment the new Dreamlord opens his eyes again and smiles a little bit brighter now. "He will be here shortly." The smile gets a little mean tilt. "I hope you don't mind his form though, he was indeed not pleased to be interrupted."
Before the entity can answer a strong wind sweeps over the area. Sand and little stones swirl around and lift into the air. The wind picks up more and more before a huge black shape dives out of the sky.
With one powerful beat of its massive wings, it stops short of touching the ground. Black as night it hovers behind the young man, making his white curls and clothes dance in the gust of its beating wings.
Dream smiles up at the monstrous raven, the stars in his eyes reflecting back at him from the dark ones of the beast.
"I'm sorry for the interruption of your evening but this guest here thought you would be a worthier challenge than me," the young man says with a beatific smile.
A deep rumbling scratching sound, a grotesque rendition of a chuckle, comes from the raven. "Then he must not know who he faces."
"It appears to be so. But perhaps he would like to compare, if you would like to join me?"
Again the rumbling scratching chuckle from the raven, "With pleasure. Let us show him the old and new terror of Nightmare. He may decide afterward which was more to his liking."
The Corinthian scoffed, "Sure you haven't gone soft in your retirement Morpheus?"
The raven turns his massive head towards the nightmare. "You are welcome to judge as well, little nightmare. Though I do not think this will take long." With that the raven turns to the entity in front of them. It seems to flinch when the dark eyes fix it in place. "Not long indeed. Shall we, my dear successor?"
"After you, Morpheus," the young man in white says, smile still on his soft lips, though as he turns to the entity, sharp teeth seem to glint behind them.
Just Morpheus and Daniel tag teaming and completely obliterating whoever thought to stand in their way. Morpheus would be so offended on Daniel's behalf here. How dare anyone think his successor would not be better than him. 
Btw no idea what the situation with Morpheus here is, he is retired but can still visit the dreaming and be either nightmare or dream, really no idea, only had the image and no context XD
Anon this is glorious! I cannot express what an honour and delight it was to find this waiting in my ask box!
I love how you captured Daniel, the 'boyish' sweetness with something decidedly more sinister lurking beneath the surface. He's so assured in this and it's sublime. The way his challenger uses Morpheus as a goad, but Daniel just shrugs it off in a, 'Well, it's your funeral' kind of way. 😅
I absolutely adored the relationship between Morpheus and Daniel. I think so often, we (myself included) picture their relationship as an imbalanced mentor/ student or retired!human/Endless one. But here, they have such a fist bump, we got this moment. They've got a perfect equilibrium in power and relationship and I love it! And Morpheus being offended on Danny's behalf. My heart! 💖💖💖
And the Corinthian rushing in there like a protective attack dog. Even though he knows Dream can more then handle the situation. Because ofcourse he would. And I think I'm now going to have to offically headcanon Cori getting a cheeky one liner in about retirement/here's the old guard/OK boomer whenever he meets Morpheus. 🤣
Hmmm, I've always liked to picture the relationship between Daniel and retired! Morpheus being more fluid. Almost a ying yang in that they have a little of each other in them. There's no saying Morpheus can't still tap into a little Endless in the Dreaming, while Daniel can tap into a little humanity in the Waking. Especially in regards to your fic, I love to think the links not entirely severed.
Once again thank you so much for this! I can't express how happy I was to read it. If you ever do illustrate it, please let me know!
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thepinklink · 8 months
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You’ve stumbled across my blog! Before you scroll any further, let me introduce myself a bit more :)
You can call me Plink, Link, Plinky, Legend—I’ve been referred to as all! Feel free to give me your own special nickname if you want! I love nicknames!
I’m in a lot of fandoms, but the ones highlighted on this blog are The Legend of Zelda, specifically Linked Universe! You may see a bit of Ninjago, Star Wars, or even Trollhunters—if there’s a specific fandom you want to talk to me about, feel free!!
Legend is my favorite Link, so almost everything I post regarding art and fan fiction is about him XD I’m not incapable of drawing, writing, or discussing the other boys!
My ask box is always open, and I love to talk!!! Feel free to send me drawing/writing prompts, or just talk to me! You can send me an ask anytime, although I may not answer right away XD
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tears-of-amber · 2 months
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I was wondering if you knew of any books that talk about Hel? Or any good books for someone wanting to get more into norse paganism? I've been "on the path" for a few years now, but i feel like i still know almost nothing. (Please ignore this is coming from my rp blog, i didn't realize when i set up side blogs that it would only let me send asks from the 'main' XD)
Much to my dismay, there’s so little content out there about beloved Hel in general. *sighs* I love her, so it makes me sad to see how few scraps of actual concrete information we have on her left. And the rest of the shit out there is UPG. As far as books, the only book I know of isn’t a book that’s solely about her, but it mentions her in passing and it puts her in the dark goddess/crone box that I really don’t think she belongs in tbh. Like, sure some goddesses are dark goddesses. But crone doesn’t apply to every single goddess that doesn’t have children and is serious. 🥲 So again, sorry. But I honestly don’t have a good recommendation. If anyone does tho, please reblog with its title and author. Or comment. Because I’m interested as well.
-Velvet Rose 🌹
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writerfae · 2 months
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Hi! I want to come up with something where Aiden and Talon are both doing something with Ákos but i got nothing. Do you have any ideas?
My only one is that a 10 yo is a little too big to be carried on someone's shoulders, but Talon's so big that I think he could get away with it.
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Also I mentioned that on Galla, they have mechanical wings (picture a wooden box with gears inside, and from that extend two gold colored, metal wings, and you can put it on like a backpack. A little bit steampunk style). Adél and Bendegúz have one (as in one per person, they're not sharing). Kids between 10-13 have practice ones, meaning they can't fly higher than 2 meters at max. Ákos has one of these. (This is how he survived the fall into the Black swamp. The wings slowed his descent)
He's not very good at flying yetXD. He always loses his balance and starts tilting sideways, which causes him to fly into that direction.
And I just picture this happening, and Aiden catching him by his leg like a balloon.XD
Also, also inspired by what you just posted: someone please make the leaves dance around Ákos (also Adél, she'd love that)😭❤️
Oh, maybe they could take him star gazing? I think he’d enjoy it because Talon is a nerd who keeps telling star facts and legends and I think that might intrigue him. Or take him to a starlight lake, I think he’d enjoy this as well.
Also I think Talon would still manage to (well maybe not have him on his shoulders but) piggyback him (Henry did this with little Aiden on their way home often)
Thank you for feeding me more cute Ákos facts 😭 I like the idea with the wings, it sounds cool!
And the fact there’s training wings for younger kids is so endearing to me, I can picture Ákos with this really well xD I’m sure he’ll figure out flying eventually
Making leaves dance is a pretty basic fae trick, almost every child knows it, especially those with (younger) siblings. All of my fae characters could do this, so Ákos and Adél can ask any of them, they’d all do it 😌
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agere-fandom · 3 months
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i’m a bit late and don’t know your fandoms but if u want: 🤫, 🪀, 🥰, ❤️‍🩹, 🎈, 🪶, 🙋‍♂️, 😀 for the agere headcanons game ? (feel free to leave some out if that’s too many)
KHFBGKDSBJF- EEEEE- I'll do spiderverse!! And Miles because he's my sweet boy :> 🤫- Write about a secret they share with their stuffie - I feel like Miles would share "secrets", like how he accidentally pushed over his legos or something, but he thinks their secrets anyway lamo- and he's like 'shhh!! you can't share this!!" (also i think he would have a lizard plush, because i hc little Miles having a big interest in reptiles :) ) 🪀- Do they like to do activities they did as a kid? What feels nostalgic to them - Definitely watching movies/tv shows he liked as a kid or would like now. Static Shock, Spidey and his Amazing Friends, OK KO, Craig of the Creek, TMNT and Danny Phantom are the shows he would watch the most while he's regressed 🥰- What type of relationship do they have with their caregivers outside of regressing? Is it romantic, platonic, familial? - Ooooh, I think he has pretty close relationships to his friends or whoever takes care of him while regressed. Mostly Peter B (since he's Miles' top caregiver), but I think with those who also regress along with him (Gwen, Hobie, Pav, ect) also love to be around him!! ❤️‍🩹- It's been a hard day, how does the caregiver recover with their little one? - I think for anything, Peter knows exactly how to take care of Miles mostly in this state the best out of anyone. It would mostly be after a mission or when he's thinkin about uncle Aaron again or somethin and he's all saddd :( Peter, having the fatherly instincts he does, would usually set up a movie and be like 'wanna watch somethin and make a pillow fort?' and Miles will feel better (and mostly because he can cuddle) and boom idk- xD 🎈- Do they have any toys? Is there a specific type of toys that they like to own? - Action figures!! He loves them so much. He usually doesn't play with the more vintage figures and leaves them in their boxes, but from that, he still has a bunch to play with! Mostly TMNT or (coincidentally) Spider-Man figurines! He'll play ninjas or superheroes with Gwen's Barbies! (and it ends in them fighting who's got the best figurines/dolls xD) 🪶- Do they have a specific connection to what they regress to? If so what is their connection - I don't think Miles would regress for trauma per say, I feel like he would've missed his childhood and been like 'hm, i miss being a kid, i wonder how i could do that and not just watch old tv shows' and then one day he finds Pav regressed and Hobie caring for him and he's like 'oh, this is a usual thing you can do to cope take it as you please' and then it just happened, i guess (i'm not so sure for the ending lamo) 🙋- Why do they regress? - Like I said before, mostly because he missed being a kid and wanted to be in that nostalgic set of mind. He's still embarrassed about regressing and actually opening up around people about it, but still. He'll usually do it alone or with Peter B or Gwen mostly. 😀- Write about their first regression experience - Okay, so like, it was after a mission and Pav kinda rushed away for some reason and Hobie went after him. Miles was like '???' because he didn't think of Pav being so anxious, but oh well. Then Miles came to check on him later on, because he's a concerned person around his friends, and gave Pav a scare from just coming out of nowhere. And Hobie was then explaining about what age regression is and trying to calm down Pav, and Miles was like 'ohh, that explains why Pavi sometimes acts more like a kid' and then started to think about doing this regression stuff and then he kinda just went into a fuzzy state and the rest is history, i guess?? thanks for asking! 🕸️
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darkkitty1208 · 1 year
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Haiii, this is Rikaraholic from ao3. Cam you please write a fic where Stephen gets confused btw timelines when he is tired or sleep deprived. There are many timelines where Stephen, Tony and Peter live together as family. So one day when Peter asks him a doubt relating to Physics, he says this is your dad's area ask him.....Tony and Peter keep on asking him what he meant by that and he tells the truth. Those two re happy to hear about the other timelines and decide to make it true in the real timeline too....
Thank you for hearing my request
Thank you for the prompt! I love the general pattern of requests sent in my ask box lately being "Stephen is a mess. [Character X] deals with this guy." haha XD Quick note: I was in the middle of writing this when I realised your prompt had a more 'fluff' tone to it – as in, it seemed like it was leaning more towards the 'comfort' in hurt/comfort, – but unfortunately I decided to hurt him a bit more than necessary to compensate for the comfort first… I hope I didn't accidentally write something you didn't want/expect? Or maybe I got it wrong and you expected more angst? I dunno. Gets me overthinking.
But I do hope you enjoy this. <3 Sorry it took quite a while.
Beta'd by the awesome and amazing and lovely @harpywritesfic, who made me realise that, perhaps, writing at ungodly hours is not exactly a great idea.
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a glimpse through time and space
Stephen was tired. 
The battle had been long and exhausting, and the last thing he wanted to do was anything that didn't relate to sleeping in his bed for the next 12 or so hours. His body was aching, and even breathing felt painful. He could feel fatigue clawing up his nerves as the adrenaline died down, suddenly feeling aware of the pain radiating from his wounds that were recently tended to by some of Kamar Taj's healers earlier, rather messily now that he noticed. He could change his bandages later, he thought, somehow mustering up the slightest of strength to cast a (relatively weak) healing spell on himself just in case, as he cast away his robes in exchange for some old and worn thin shirt and loose trousers. He immediately face planted on the mattress with a grunt, ignoring the sting of the cut in his lip, and started drifting away as he felt the cloak settle itself over him like a heavy warm blanket as per usual.  
God, he was exhausted.
*.~ ◇ ~.*
Stephen blinked his eyes open, and suddenly he was in the battle against Thanos in New York again. He remembered now, the events that should proceed from here – if his memories served right, that would mean the Avengers had succeeded in their mission to bring back those who had turned to dust during the Snap. Which meant that he, the sorcerers of Kamar Taj, and other allies, had gathered, alongside anyone capable to fight against Thanos, right then and there. His mind snapped back to the present as his body went into a fighting stance almost on its own volition. 
Wounded, bloodied, and mostly unmoving bodies littered the battlefield as he trudged through, clangs and blasts of weapons whipping and flailing about in his peripheral vision as they overlapped against the sounds of grunts and shouting echoing in the air. 
His instincts kicked in as he raised his defenses, conjuring each blast and whip towards oncoming enemies as the familiar tingle of magic surged through his veins to the tip of his fingers. Almost as if on cue, he heard the recognisable sound of splashing water readying itself to wash over the battlefield, and he turned around, swiftly working his fingers to drive the water away. The liquid danced and swirled in the air, soft blue amongst the stark red of the battlefield, and then everything shifted away as hues of green suddenly flashed before his eyes.
He gasped, the ground seemingly twirling and shifting underneath his feet, and then coming to a still as his now socked feet stood at wooden floorboards in – he looked around – the lake house. 
Lake house. Of course, he was in the lake house. He remembered now, the battle had ended in Titan, everyone was safe and well and together and alive–
He shook his head. Of course everyone was alive. Why wouldn't they be? 
Peter and Tony were lounging on the couch in different positions in front of the telly. He noticed a cup of steaming tea on the countertop in front of him, and carefully lifted it with trembling fingers to walk over and place it on the table in front of where his family sat. He groaned as he settled himself firmly beside Tony, Peter scooting over to the side to make space. The engineer's arm automatically slung itself behind his shoulders, and he leaned back, to the side, and pressed an instinctive kiss towards the man's temple. 
Looking towards the television screen, he stared as whoever had messed up yet again in their dish last minute before Gordon Ramsay announced their time was over. He turned his head to stare at Tony, who noticed him and gave him a gentle smile. And then he felt the weight of Peter's head laying itself on his shoulder.
This is where he was meant to be. It felt right. He felt like he fit right in. Like a missing piece inside of him was found, like something clicked in his head as he realised that, in that moment, he was safe and comfortable and utterly complete. 
Everything was perfect. 
He looked at the television again as Gordon Ramsay shouted at the chef's mistake. Seems like they accidentally served raw meat again. 
And then the screen froze and turned into black and white dots that danced all over the television screen. 
He frowned, shifted in his seat, and then looked towards Tony, then to Peter, both seemingly unaffected by this. His frown deepened at that. 
And then an almost terrifying ringing, static sound emitted from the television, steadily growing louder as he continued to try getting a reaction out of the other two. He waved a hand in front of Tony's face, called out the engineer's name, shook Peter's shoulder, panicking when no response was given. 
Something was wrong. 
He very nearly flinched when Tony began laughing out of the blue, eyes still fixed at the screen. Peter followed soon after with a giggle of his own, pointing at something in front of him. 
Something was definitely wrong. 
The static sound grew louder, and it became almost unbearable. Too loud. The laughs coming from his family– family? When did he have a family? He was alone. He was– 
He couldn't remember anymore. What was happening? Where was he? His eyes flicked around, to the laughing figures beside him, to the static screen in front of him, his peripheral vision blurring as his throat suddenly felt constricted, breathing suddenly laboured. 
The ringing grew louder. It felt as if he could hear it in his ears. The laughter continued even as he dropped off the couch, even as he stood up, even as he ran towards the nearest door he could find. He quickly pulled the door open with shaking hands, and just when he felt like his ears were about to bleed, a flash of white blinding light assaulted his vision. 
He blinked his eyes back open again. It was blurry, almost as if he were half conscious, but the continuous sound of ringing was slowly fading into the background to be replaced by the steady thumps of his heart beating in his ears. There were vague silhouettes looming over him that he couldn't seem to make out. 
Where was he again? What was he doing? 
His vision stuttered to a focus as he blinked his eyes a couple times, and then he noticed who those figures were.
Pepper, Rhodey, Peter, Happy, a little girl, the rest of the avengers… but someone was missing. No, more than one person was missing. 
Natasha. Tony. 
He looked down at himself. 
He was wearing a tuxedo. The air around him somehow smelled vaguely like… flowers. But oddly enough, the scent was nothing like the sweet scent of roses – it was sharp and musky and wet and pungent like… like marigolds. 
"You killed them," the little girl said, almost as if she was reading his mind.
"You killed them," the rest repeated. 
"I– I don't know what–" 
"You killed them," they said again, and started to chant the words over and over. Stephen stared, panic rising as confusion clouded his mind. He stumbled to the ground when they stepped nearer, the chanting somehow becoming louder now. 
There were more people gathering around now, hundreds of them joining to chant the accusation; some he recognised, others not so much. 
"You killed them. You killed them. You killed them–" 
He crawled back frantically, breathing hard in quick, stuttered breaths. 
"Stop, wait–" he let out a shaking palm, "I didn't– stop! I didn't do it! I didn't–" 
He placed his head in his hands, pulled at his hair, curled into a ball on the ground as his breaths came out in wheezes. 
Still, the chanting continued. 
He was confused. What was happening? Where was he? What was he doing here? And why are all these people accusing him of– of– 
Stephen woke up with a gasp, jolting up from his bed with wide eyes as he panted for breath, the voices of their chants still echoing in the back of his head. The cloak bristled and swished over to the side to give him space at the sudden movement. He carded trembling fingers through his graying hair, pupils flicking hastily around the room. He clenched them shut, trying to steady his breath, body still shaking as he flopped back down to the bed with a soft thump. 
It was just a dream. 
It wasn't real. 
None of it was. 
He fluttered his eyes back open, inhales and exhales trembling and stuttering out of his mouth, but slowing down with – (un)surprisingly – practiced ease as he stared at the marks and cracks of the ceiling. The blanket was in a haphazard heap at the corner of his bed, and the cloak levitated steadily in the air beside him, looming over him and somehow managing to look concerned. He ignored it, instead focusing on the ceiling once more. 
He glanced towards the window, noticing that the light streaming through the edges of the curtains were more like the yellowish orange hue of streetlights in a parking lot rather than the light blue of dawn. He glanced at the clock at his bedside table. He didn't get more than 3 hours worth of rest. 
He sighed. He needed more sleep, he thought, and declined his body's wishes to just stand up and start the day early. He didn't know how long he laid there – sweating, breathing, staring at the ceiling, mind wandering places he refused to go, constantly shaking his head to rid off the images of various memories flashing across his mind – trying to get some more sleep. At some point Bohemian Rhapsody repeated in his head in a constant loop, blasting in the back of his mind even as he tried to stop it. Closing his eyes and focusing on the darkness behind his eyelids – don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it – didn't work much, either. Bohemian Rhapsody was soon replaced by Rasputin in his attempt to stop the loop, and that was much worse. 
He grumbled in frustration, flailing, tossing, and turning all over his bed in search of a position that could help him sleep better. He even started counting in his head; with sheeps jumping over fences and all. When that didn't work either, he filtered out other sounds around him to focus on his breathing, distracting himself with the steady rise and fall of his chest. 
He snapped his eyes back open when none of those worked. He stared at the cloak beside him, still swaying about in the air, expecting him to do something. Stephen sighed, frustratedly, and gave up. 
There was no point in trying to go back to sleep. Not when he's just had… no, don't think about it. He shook his head, standing up, having to place his hand on the bedside table to steady himself when the abrupt movement caused a momentary blindness in his vision. One of these days he would just have to risk walking through the darkness and hope to the Gods he won't end up falling into oblivion or hitting random objects around him. 
He trudged through the hallways, the cloak settling over his shoulders in comfort as he clutched its edges with trembling fingers to cover his chest and body like a human-sized (and red?) burrito. The cloak wrapped tighter around him securely in response. He walked down to the kitchen when he felt his stomach grumble. When was the last time he had a meal again? He was pretty sure he had a sandwich with Wong in the afternoon… No, in the morning. He had barely any time to eat or drink yesterday due to the sudden attack. His stomach grumbled again in protest, and he sighed, silently cursing at his own human and bodily needs. 
He opened the fridge, searching around for food. There were vegetables he bought last week, definitely rotten now, and threw them away. There was milk, but it had become – he frowned – less… liquid-ish. Pouring it into a bowl, it seemed to stick when he touched it with a finger, even stretching up when he lifted said finger. Had a gooey-like texture to it. He tasted it a bit, nearly puking at the taste, and then immediately slamming it into the bin. Nothing else was in the fridge other than some… things he had gotten during his 'trips' that needed to be refrigerated. The jar of eyeballs he kept at the door of the refrigerator stared at him expectantly, silently mocking him and the mess he had grown to become. He glared back at them, and then shut the door of the fridge rather loudly in annoyance. 
Rummaging through the cabinets, he found a jar of jam. He made a 'huh' sound, opened the lid, grabbed a spoon, took some of it out, and gave a tentative lick. His face immediately scrunched up at the taste, turning the jar over to check the expiry date. It was tomorrow. Was it tomorrow already? He made another 'huh' sound. In the trash, it went. 
He searched some more, trying to find something for his early breakfast. Or late dinner…? He supposed it was more like a midnight snack. But no, wait, he was counting this as a meal. Midnight meal, then…? He shrugged. Midnight meal, it is. 
There was some old bread, but some inspection resulted in finding a… green… thing… on it. Several, even. In different areas. Definitely throwing that out, too.
God, he really wanted that sandwich he had with Wong again. Would it be weird to go down to the deli at this hour? He supposed it– wait. Sandwich. He had leftovers from his last sandwich, he remembered now. He turned over to the fridge again to see if he had– his eyes caught the sandwich wrapping on top of the counter. 
Ah. It had been on the countertop. It had been on the countertop overnight. For hours, laying there. Apparently he had forgotten to put it in the fridge. He made another 'huh' sound. Well, it's probably gone nasty now. In the trash again. 
He leaned his elbows on the countertop, sighing, tousling his hair with both hands. God, he was a mess. What had led to this? He shook his head, continuing his journey to find food for this 'midnight meal'. 
He found cereal in one of the cabinets, bought the same week, not expired, and definitely not tasting like it. He cheered silently, giggling a bit to himself in the small, momentary joy of successfully finding the not-expired-cereal. It was even enough to last for the entirety of the day if he wished so. He grabbed a bowl, a (different) spoon, and tried not to think about how weird it was to be eating cereal, without milk, in the dark, at the dead of the night. 
He had been in weirder situations before, he supposed. 
*.~ ◇ ~.*
He immediately locked himself in the Sanctum's library after the 'midnight meal' (after some fiddling with the badly wrapped bandages around his last injuries – seriously, he wasn't the egotistical doctor he used to be, but these people could be truly incompetent sometimes), thinking it was best to kill time by reading rather than attempting to sleep again. He's had quite enough of that. His mind was still rather sluggish, like some sort of brain fog, eyes droopy and heavy but never really tired enough to sleep. It was confusing and exhausting and utterly tiring. 
At some point he had made himself a cup of tea, continued reading, tea again, reading, and when it reached his fifth cup of tea that morning, there was a bristling to the hair of his nape as he sensed the Sanctum opening its doors to welcome a familiar guest inside. 
"Mister Doctor Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Strange Sir?" 
He chuckled at the voice that came from downstairs, immediately stepping out and levitating down the staircase to greet the teen. 
"Hello, Peter. To what do I owe the pleasure?" 
He hoped to God his croaky voice didn't give out how tired he was. 
Peter had been swinging by the Sanctum rather frequently now – had he been? It was hard to remember when his memories were all flicking around and messily stacking against each other in confusion – occasionally to ask favours like helping him in doing homework. 
"I um– so there's this…" he lifted up a notebook that was held in his hands, "it's uh–" he bit his lip, shifting in his feet as he tried and struggled to ask for the help he needed. Stephen took pity on the boy and stepped forward to gently take the notebook off the teen's hands, inspecting it. 
It was a bunch of numbers and equations and… diagrams? He understood some of it, but not enough to actually answer the question it was asking. (If it was actually asking a question in the first place. There was a question mark down there, though, so maybe it did have a question.) 
God, he was getting old. Where was his photographic memory when he needed it most? 
This was more of Tony's area, he thought. 
"This… this is more of your dad's area, Petey. Ask him instead." 
Peter frowned. Stephen froze. 
"My… dad? My dad is… He's…" 
"–I meant Tony! Ask Tony," Stephen hurried to clarify. 
"Mr. Stark? But he's not my–" 
"Alright, bye bye." 
In his panic, he teleported Peter to the front of the Sanctum's doors, which closed shut immediately upon his mental command. The boy yelped at the sudden change of position, but didn't seem to attempt going back inside. Stephen sighed, and even he was confused if it was a sigh of relief or of frustration. 
It was probably both, he decided, and then went back upstairs to continue his cycle of reading-tea-reading-tea until Wong dragged him out to the Kamar Taj courtyard for teaching and the sort. 
*.~ ◇ ~.*
Peter couldn't stop thinking about it. Ever since his last visit to the Sanctum, when Stephen had implied that Mr. Stark was his 'dad', the word had been swirling over in his head in a constant loop for days. 
'Dad' was what he had said, loud and clear, unmistakable. What had it meant? Was there something Stephen (or Mr. Stark?) wasn't telling him? Was there something he didn't know? 
Now that he thought about it, Stephen did look a bit troubled last time. He wondered what problems the sorcerer was facing – maybe it had just been a mistaken slip. Maybe he was just overthinking it. Maybe Stephen was just tired – and probably sleep-deprived, by the looks of it (if those dark bags under his eyes that made him look like Mr. Stark after days cooped up in the lab was any indication) – and he had just accidentally said it without meaning a thing. Yeah, that could be it.
But why 'dad'? The word was so peculiar and out of the blue, it was almost impossible that Stephen had mistakenly said it. Sure, Peter had his own fair share of accidentally calling his teachers 'mom', but that was beside the point; what had it meant? 
He had tried texting Stephen to ask about it, but received no response regardless of however many times he had spammed the question. (He was never one to prefer calling – calls are for urgent things. He didn't want to demand Stephen's time and not give him a choice but to answer.) Which was why, the next time he saw Mr. Stark, he had gathered up the courage to explain the matter to the engineer. 
"Dad?" Tony said, a frown on his face. "Ya sure the wizard said 'dad'? You didn't, I don't know, heard him wrong or something?" 
"Yeah," Peter said, just as confused. "I'm sure I heard him right. He kicked me out of the Sanctum after that. Well, not like– 'kicked me out', more like," Peter looked down, eyebrows scrunched in thought, and then lifted his head to his mentor again, "like magically kicked me out?" 
Tony's frown deepened. 
"You mean teleported you out?" 
"Yeah but like– like with magic," he explained, making unnecessary gestures with his hands. "Doesn't matter– point is," again with the hand flailing, "I… don't know what he meant by that. Maybe you, I don't know… Know something about this, Mr. Stark?" Peter bit his bottom lip, waiting for the billionaire's answer, who was currently frowning in either confusion or… something else. He couldn't tell when those indoor-worn glasses were on. 
"No. I don't actually know. What happened when he realised he said it?" 
Peter pursed his lips. 
"I think he looked like he sort of panicked?" Peter replied, "And then he immediately magically kicked-teleported me out of the Sanctum." 
Tony hummed. 
"Should we go ask him instead?" Peter suggested, clearly too embarrassed to ask the sorcerer alone. With Mr. Stark beside him, the likeliness of getting an answer out of the doctor seemed larger – or maybe the opposite? He didn't know that much about their relationship, but Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange seemed to really like each other's company. They may bicker about like an old married couple sometimes, but all the (dare he say… flirty?) banter they had definitely indicated friendship. Or maybe more than that… That was an interesting thought. He would have to save that for later, though. 
"Yeah, sure," was Tony's reply, which took Peter quite a while to digest what for because his mind seemed to be a bit distracted by the memory of Tony and Stephen standing in the donut spaceship or whatever thing, face to face in front of a perfectly lit view of space and stars outside, breath a mere inch from each other as he dangled about at the ship's ceiling. 
An interesting thought, indeed. 
*.~ ◇ ~.*
The moment Wong had given Stephen a proper look that day, he knew it would be One of Those Days, or so Stephen usually called, where the sorcerer wouldn’t be in… top-notch condition. Which was why, when he came back from the deli to bring back sandwiches for the two of them, he wasn’t exactly surprised to find Stephen sprawled out on the couch, practically unconscious, bags under his eyes – snoring, even. He wasn’t unused to the snoring, per se, but dear Gods above, was it loud. 
But in all honesty, he’d rather suffer the wrath of Stephen’s snoring rather than having him fall face first or collapse on the ground in the middle of nowhere. And then having to drag him (or levitate him, who knows) around (again).
Yes, this was definitely better. Infinitely. 
But when Stephen mumbled a bit in his sleep and then continued to snore louder, Wong had to suppress a groan and reconsider his life choices. God help him. 
Just as he was about to place Stephen’s sandwich in the refrigerator – dammit Stephen, not the jar of eyeballs again – he felt a tingle in the constantly thrumming magic around him and in the walls, signaling that the Sanctum’s doors had opened on its own volition. He furrowed his brows, and then moved to see who had managed to infiltrate their home. 
“Um, hello? Doctor Strange?" Ah. It was Peter. There was a man beside the teen who was wearing sunglasses, and Wong had to suppress a snort when he realised who he was. Of course it was Stark. Looking in Stephen's direction, he noticed the sorcerer had fallen off the couch and was gleefully sleeping on the floor, the snoring slightly muffled now as his face was squashed against the wood. 
Tony stepped closer, frown visible even beneath the sunglasses. 
"Doc?" he called out, and then turned to Wong, "Is he alive?" 
Wong shrugged. 
"Mostly."
Peter took tentative steps closer, kneeled beside the sorcerer's prone body, and nudged Stephen a bit with his hand. Stephen flinched upon the contact and jolted up with wide eyes, before realisation glinted in them as his mind registered the fact that he wasn't in or going to be in harm's way. 
But then his eyes flicked to Tony, and then Wong, the both of them looming over him, and then to the kneeling teen in front of him. He then looked down at where his body had draped over the floor, limbs tangled in a complicated position, somehow being half on the floor and half on the couch. He winced silently, face reddening at his overall position. He stood up, tried not to be visibly disturbed by the black spots dancing in his vision, and straightened himself. 
Stephen cleared his throat. 
"Good morning sunshine," Tony said, and silently prided himself at the slight, fleeting smirk it received from Wong, "How was the floor?" 
"Cold," Stephen replied bluntly, "Do not recommend, by the way. A zero out of ten," he shifted his feet, awkwardly flitting his eyes at the three of them. "So what brought you here, Peter?" He refused his mind's almost instinctual request to use the word love, the endearment burning at the tip of his tongue, "And you, Stark." Tony. 
Wong saw the look Peter sent his way, the hesitant and silent request, and sighed. He said his excuses to Stephen, then made a portal to Kamar Taj to leave the three of them alone. 
*.~ ◇ ~.*
Needless to say, Stephen had expected the both of them to ask about the slight slip he made the other day. He knew avoiding it would just be futile, especially with two stubborn heads involved, but that didn’t mean he was prepared for it. 
"You told him?" Stephen asked, knowing it was inevitable in the beginning, but never been very sure of his judgement now compared to his past self. He’s learnt that many things could go in many ways, end up in many outcomes. He’s learnt since a very long time ago that Time was not to be trusted and Fate not to be believed in. He’s learnt since a very long time ago about the consequences of knowing and the reality of truth. 
"Yeah, he did," Tony said, bringing his mind to the present, "Now tell us. What was it about?" 
Stephen stared at them. The way they sat, the way they talked, their patterns… Every one of them were seared in his damned photographic memory of a mind, like an almost cursed blessing. He lifted his cup, tasting the warmth of the tea as it slid down his throat, the bittersweet scent of it. Stalling his time, he was sure it was obvious but didn’t seem to care, as he contemplated his answer to the question. 
He breathed in. 
He couldn't take it anymore. There were too many of them, too much of them playing like a broken tape in his head every day and every night, and he couldn't keep it in any longer. All of it has made his mind spill over like a leaking faucet, everything melding and mashing into a confused mess that has him struggling.
He knew the truth would set him free, but not until it was done with him. 
He placed the cup gently back down on the table, and heard the clink of ceramic against oak. 
"The timelines," he said, voice raw against his own volition, finally admitting, "I.. It was the timelines." 
"Timelines," Tony repeated. "The 14 million…" 
"Yes," he said. "In those timelines, we…” he was making a mistake, he knew it, but he couldn’t help it, not with them. Not with the two people he’s spent most of his life – the unreal and unlived part of his life, he reminded himself – with them. But still, he needed them to know. He needed them to see. He couldn’t bear lying anymore (because keeping the truth locked away still counted as lying, did it not?), and with them most especially. 
He took in a breath that slightly stuttered, composing himself as he chose his next words carefully. 
There was no going back now.
“We were… we were together, as… as a family, in a few of those timelines."
"A few?" Peter scooted to the edge of his seat. 
Stephen gulped, eyes clenched shut, memories flashing beneath them. It began and it went, it started and it passed. Each flickering amongst the other, overlapping, fighting against the gates that guarded his sanity. Constantly shifting, constantly echoing, constantly breaking.
Each a lying truth, each a hopeless hope, each a fateless fate. 
"A majority," he said, and tried to keep the flashing memories at bay. 
"A family…" Tony silently said, a mere whisper, but hope burned at the edges of his words. "We were a family." 
"We could've been." he said, and that was it, wasn't it? Could have, would have, should have. 
"Peter, you, and I." Stephen stared at his hands, at the scars on them. On the way it trembled, the way it shook like those memories did. It was a part of him, the both of them. His hands, his mind, they were one. 
"We could still be," Peter said, hopeful yet hesitant, tentative yet sure, and Stephen had to take a moment to process that. 
He lifted his head towards the teen, saw the glint of faith, the promise of more. He's seen the same look on the mirror before, he thought, and something in him clicked at the way it reflected in the boy's eyes.
"Could we?" he whispered, afraid of his own voice, of his own words. Afraid of the hope he might've slipped into them, of the longing.
Tony stared at him, his expression soft and open. And the next words that slipped out of his mouth whispered of promise. 
"We could try." 
Flashes of red burned across his mind, the sound of a snap echoing across a battlefield. The sound of laughter played like a broken record in his ears, the memory of brown eyes under the sun, of bronze skin wrinkling from a smile, the tingle of nostalgia and the yearning of a life that never really existed clawing at his mind, at his chest, in him. 
Try. Stephen Strange wasn't a man that believed in fate, but he believed in trying.
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Hhhnnngggg not exactly proud of how this turned out and I dunno if I did your prompt justice but, I can’t seem to find the willingness to rewrite it. ^^’’ I would also feel bad to prolong my response to your prompt. I hope you enjoyed this, though?
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The Arcana Heart Hunter - Niamh
Finally finished this after 1-2 years!! xD Thanks to @pharry for her support and bearing with me! Hope you'll like it!
Interactions under the cut!
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The Shop: (smiling) “Hi there, MC! Is there something Asra and I can help you with?”
Forest: (pleased) “MC! Look at all this! Today’s picking has been great!”
Forest (night): (impressed) “Wow, can you see this? It’s beautiful!”
Cave: (pensive, in travel clothes) “Strange, I feel a bit nostalgic here…”
Cave (night): (worried, in travel clothes) “I want to go deeper but I’m a bit afraid… can I hold your hand, please?”
Docks: (smiling) “I like walking along the water, bare feet in the sand. Would you like to join me?”
Town Square: (playful) “It’s crowdy, as usual. Want to take a shortcut?”
Community Theatre: (laughing) “That was fantastic! Let’s watch the next performance together!”
Coliseum: (sad) “…I can still feel the bloodlust emanating from here. It’s awful.”
Red Market: (curious) “There are many interesting artefacts or ingredients. Should I take the risk to buy some?”
The Rowdy Raven: (playful) “Come on MC! Let’s show them a real dance!”
Market: (laughing) “There are so many things I want to show you, but first things first! Let me buy you a pumpkin bread!”
Flooded District: (pensive) “I’ve made pair of shoes that alleviate the weight when you wear them and added another spell so one could walk on the water. Should we try them here?”
Fields: (playful, in travel clothes) “Let’s ride to the sunset! I’ll race you!”
South End: (serious) “This is not very safe… but don’t worry, I won’t let anyone harm you!”
The Lazaret: (shocked) “…it’s calling me?…”
Mazelinka’s House: (smiling) “Look at this huge pot! I need to ask Mazelinka where she got it, it would be of use for family dinners!”
Portia’s Cottage: (pleased) “Portia is a wonderful gardener! Don’t you think her home is as cute as she is?”
Muriel’s Hut: (neutral) “I’ve brought some eels for Muriel, do you think he will allow me to cook them for him?”
Asra’s Sanctuary: (pleased) “Make yourself home! I’m on to prepare the meal.”
The Palace: (smiling, in formal clothing) “Prakran clothing look amazing on you, MC! We should find a gift for Nadia to thank her!”
Palace Gardens: (grinning) “What shall we do? Relax or parkour? Your pick!”
Lucio’s Wing: (frowning) “This place is haunted for sure… and so filthy!! Why hasn’t anyone cleaned it up?”
Interactions
The Shop
Niamh (frowning): You know, usually people use a door to come in and go out of a shop.
Julian (embarrassed): Uh, well, I am not like most people?
Asra (teasing): Niamh~ Look what I brought just for you!
Niamh (laughing): Oh no! Where are we going to store all of them?
Niamh: (grinning) Hey, Portia! Ready for your alchemy lesson?
Portia: (winking) Sure am!
Nadia (smiling): The potion I bought last time did wonders! May I order some more, please?
Niamh (pleased): I am glad to hear it. Give me a minute and I will bring you that.
Niamh (smiling): Here Muriel, to thank you for all the protective charms you made for me and Réa!
Muriel (blushing): Oh, you didn’t have to……… thanks.
Lucio (pouting): How come I can never touch or reach anything that is on the shelves?! Every time, I feel my hand being repelled!
Niamh (teasing): Of course, we put a security spell on them. To prevent theft but also to protect us from the clumsiness of customers too curious for their own good.
Niamh (grinning): Hey there, Réa! Here, I packed up your lunch for today!
Réamann (grinning):Thanks Niamhy! I see you even made a little box for Ceres!
Erwin (smiling): Glad to see your business is thriving, Hummingbird.
Niamh (happy): We had another busy day indeed! Would you like some tea?
Forest
Niamh (pleased): I found plenty of blackberries for my little fox!
Asra (blushing, smiling): Could you make a pie with them, please?
Niamh (neutral): Shouldn’t you be used to this? I mean, you were a mercenary, weren’t you?
Lucio (frowning): The fact that I’m used to it doesn’t mean I have to like it, Niamh!
Niamh (pleased): There are so many yarrows here!
Muriel (wry smile): They attract hummingbirds, indeed.
Portia (smiling): Ilya and I often played pretend. We were children lost in the woods, trying to escape some Evil Witch.
Niamh (smiling): It sounds like you two had a lot of fun! Can you tell me more, please?
Nadia (worried): That song is quite haunting… or are you trying to cast a spell?
Niamh (confused): Haunting, really? This is the first song I’ve remembered without having a headache.
Julian (surprised): There are a lot of normal – I mean standard ingredients in your basket. Are there for cooking, then?
Niamh (smiling): For both cooking and magic. You know, not all ingredients for magic is necessarily fancy or “weird”.
Réamann (curious): Ceres keeps running after a black wolf lately. It’s weird, but I kinda think she has a crush on this wolf??
Niamh (mischievous): Like magician, like familiar!
Erwin (neutral): Did you find everything you needed?
Niamh (smiling): I did. Thanks for coming with me!
Forest (night)
Niamh: (beaming) Look! The flowers are reacting to your magic!! Bravo Portia!
Portia: (shocked) R-really? I did it?
Lucio (saddened): No matter how hard I tried, it was never good enough! Maybe I really have no skills in magic…
Niamh (small smile): The fact that you’re seeing the magic proves it wrong. And it’s never too late to learn, you certainly need another method to do so!
Asra (smiling, blushing): My makeshift wrapping isn’t much, but I know these flowers are your favourite.
Niamh (blushing, surprised): It’s perfect as it is. Thank you Asra!
Niamh (raised eyebrow): “Sometimes”? You chose to live in the forest although you can’t appreciate its beauty?
Muriel (grumpy): I live here because I want to be left alone.
Niamh (smiling): Do you hear this music? Réamann must be near!
Julian (relieved): Ah, good! Now I’ll have the two twins to guide me through this witchcraft!
Nadia (smiling): How beautiful. No wonder your brother loves to spend time here!
Niamh (smiling): He also loves to spend time in the palace’s garden. Thanks for allowing him to!
Niamh (smiling): Would you play and sing “Tir Na Nog” with me? Pleeeeease?
Réamann (grinning, holding his Crwth): Again? Just kiddin’! Of course!
Niamh (smiling): It’s a really pretty poem! Do you know more like this?
Erwin (blushing): …*grumbles*
Cave
Niamh (neutral): These flowers are called “vampire roses”, they are very rare. Most of times, they are brewed for specific potions.
Lucio (smirking): Isn’t there any way to cultivate them instead?
Niamh (blushing): Sorry, I am rambling aren’t I? It’s just that these are so rare magical flora in there…
Nadia (smiling): There is no need to feel ashamed, Niamh. I love listening to your explanations.
Faust: Splash!
Niamh (grinning): Are you inviting me to go for a swim?
Niamh (shy smile, blushing): The cave is not the only one to hold many secrets. I hope my mysterious fox will share them with me someday.
Asra (blushing, avoiding her eyes): In the story, the Little Princess needed to have patience and perseverance before she managed to tame the Fox. Let’s hope it will be the same for you.
Portia (excited): There are so many great stuff to collect here! Maybe there’s a hidden treasure in there too!
Niamh (laughing): It is possible! But then, we must be careful about eventual traps on the way!
Niamh (surprised): Nice plunge, Julian! But give me a heads-up next time, you scared me for a moment!
Julian (embarrassed): Um, yeah sure, it was totally on purpose! Sorry for worrying you!
Niamh (frowning): I’d rather explore alone than have you grudgingly following me!
Muriel (surprised): Er- I...
Niamh (relaxed): It’s nice and quiet here.
Réamann (smiling): True. Perfect place to meditate!
Niamh (fascinated): These lily pads are huge! Do you think they could bear our weight?
Erwin (serious): Only one way to find out. I’ll go first.
Cave (night)
Niamh (sad): Do you hate me because of something I did to you in the past? I’m sorry, even if I can’t remember.
Muriel (gloom): I… I don’t hate you, really. It’s… complicated.
Niamh (focused): There is something hidden there, in these writings. I am sure of it!
Nadia (concerned): Careful not to push yourself, Niamh. It is a long way back to get help.
Portia (surprised): Hey, when you look at it from there, it looks like a huge dragon and a huge phoenix facing each other!
Niamh (mesmerized): !!
Lucio (serious): I’ve seen some of these symbols! Right before the flames… And then…
Niamh (mesmerized): …a familiar face. A voice!
Julian (attentive): You seem disturbed, Niamh. Come with me, we better leave.
Niamh (focused): I’m not sure what… But I’ve been here before, I’m sure of it!
Asra (concerned): Hold my hand, Niamh. Everything will be fine.
Niamh (confused): What was- I’m sure it was a memory! But I can’t tell of what!
Faust: Shiny! Like Niamh!
Niamh (blushing, happy): Oh, Faust! You’re so sweet!
Réamann (mischievous): Ceres says the snail is down the pool.
Niamh (smirk): Then by all means, dive in first!
Erwin (concerned): Be careful, Niamh!
Niamh (smiling, drenched): The water is so clear and refreshing! Come on, swim with me!
Docks
Niamh: (mischievous) There is an elixir I sell back in shop that is called “Mermaid’s voice”. And the name is very fitting for its effect.
Portia: (mischievous) Very interesting! Shall we try it here?
Niamh (smiling): I don’t think the life of a pirate is for me, but I wouldn’t say no to traveling around the world!
Julian (smiling): If I can, I would love to show you around some places.
Niamh (eyes closed, serene): *hums softly*
Muriel (neutral): …
Niamh (embarrassed smile, drenched): Well, it could have been worse?
Lucio (laughing, drenched): Not bad for a first time! But next time, I’ll keep steering the boat!
Nadia (smiling): Thank you for this lovely promenade. I had very good time.
Niamh (smiling): Likewise, Nadia.
Faust: Home?
Niamh (confused): You want to go home, Faust?
Asra (saddened, singing): “Over waves and deep in the Blue, I will give up my heart for you. Ten long years I’ll wait to go by. My love will never die.”
Niamh (emotional): You’ve already found the key to my heart.
Niamh (surprised): Oh, I recognize this song! Asra sang it to me several times!
Réamann (upset): Did he.
Erwin (smiling): Would you like a boat ride?
Niamh (excited): I would love to!!
Town square
Niamh (surprised): Why are people looking at us like that?
Asra (laughing): Not everyone “whistle” like you do, sweetie!
Julian (surprised): Hey!! I almost lost you in the crowd! Don’t slip away like that!
Niamh (embarrassed): Sorry! I thought you were right behind me!
Portia (smiling): Hi Niamh! Need a ride to the Palace or somewhere?
Niamh (smiling): I’d like to make a stop at the floating market, would you mind?
Lucio (smiling): Oh, so that’s the shortcut you used to slip away back then?
Niamh (surprised): “Back then”?...
Nadia (smiling): See? Keep this graceful and powerful walk and repeat yourself that like a mantra and people will naturally move politely off the way.
Niamh (blushing, unsure): I’ll try to remember that.
Muriel (unsure): Would the Temple even let me in if I wanted to go inside?
Niamh (serious): They should. It is a place where everyone should be allowed in!
Niamh (smiling): I am heading towards the Temple district, would you like me to do an offering for you?
Erwin (smiling): Hmm, if you have a prayer spared for me, it would be enough. Thanks.
Réamann (smiling): Hey, Niamh! Do you have some spare time?
Niamh (grinning): Do you need me to sing along or play a role?
Community theatre
Niamh (laughing): Julian fainted wonderfully on stage! I wish I could swoon like that!
Asra (flirting, blushing): Is that a challenge? Or maybe you’re more leaning on the catching side~?
Nadia (laughing): I-I need to catch my breath! This was a masterful piece of art!
Niamh (laughing): Réa and Julian almost killed us in there!
Niamh: (mischievous) Réa told me there was a part where a person in the audience is invited on stage.
Portia: (mischievous) Oho? It would be fun if two were to invite themselves in, don’t you think?
Julian (touched): Thanks for all of your support, Niamh!
Niamh (grinning): Don’t mention it, you were amazing!
Muriel (wary): You’re not going to push me towards the stage, do you?...
Niamh (smiling): Of course not! Let’s just watch and enjoy the show from here!
Niamh (smiling): So? Did I pick the right play?
Lucio (laughing): Oh yes! Say, what was its title again?
Niamh (smiling): Are you helping with the staging tonight or-?
Réamann (relaxed): Nah. Just coming as a spectator tonight!
Erwin (laughing): This was completely crazy! I loved it!
Niamh (laughing): They really nailed it for that scene! It was hilarious!
Coliseum
Niamh (neutral): This structure is at least 600 years old and the violent games were already a thing back then, it’s Vesuvian culture and history. If anything, Lucio had brought back an old tradition.
Nadia (concerned): I am ashamed to admit that I was not aware of such an important point. I was told about it like Lucio had invented the games…
Niamh (serious, holding a book): No wonder we can still feel the bloodlust! It says Count Kaeso, who built the place, used to make human torches as the opening of the games!
Asra (pale, horrified): Ehm, would you mind leaving and speaking about something less morbid?
Niamh (concerned): Come with me, I’ll treat you at my house.
Muriel (sad): …can you cook me some eels?
Portia (curious): Guess you can’t remember the games. Do you think it might become a thing again?
Niamh (neutral): I can’t. Well, it depends on a lot of things. I wouldn’t mind changing the traditions and have less bloody entertainment though.
Niamh (pensive): Fights that are just for show? I didn’t know this could be a thing!
Julian (smiling): It is in Jeodreovar! No one gets hurt, it’s a clean competition where the winner is the most skilled.
Lucio (pouting): What? Don’t tell me you’re going to feel sorry for a bunch of rapists and paedophiles?!
Niamh (ill-at-ease): No, but you can’t expect me to cheer when you say “The only time I participated in the games, I slaughtered everyone in less than 5 minutes” !
Niamh (neutral): So… what happened exactly in there?
Erwin (neutral): You might want to sit, it is a long story.
Niamh (shocked): I went to watch the games? Really?!
Réamann (ill-at-ease): Only twice, and for very specific reasons I’m not sure I can tell you. Don’t worry about that.
Red market
Niamh (furious): Love potions?! How dare they! There’ll be hell to pay!!
Lucio (shocked): Uh, Niamh? Wait, at least let me help ransacking it!
Julian (smirking): You could whistle as a signal, then we go for it!
Niamh (embarrassed): Whistle? Maybe we should find something else, because my whistle is (ahem) too distinctive!
Niamh (smiling): Mi- Dear, look at this tiara! Not only would it suit you, but it is also a powerful magical weapon!
Nadia (surprised): Is it? I shall buy it then! Is there anything you would like from this booth too?
Niamh (intrigued): This mask is fascinating me. I don’t know why, but it also looks familiar! Does it remind you of anything, sugar?
Asra (awkward): Well, it looks like Chimaera’s mask. They used to be wanted by some noble houses, but they were considered a hero for many, especially after revealing a human trafficking.
Niamh (curious): Why are those ingredients easier to find here? Like they’re some kind of highly dangerous or illegal substances?
Muriel (neutral): …I’m not sure I am the one you should ask that.
Niamh (focused): I must… resist… temptation!!
Portia (teasing): Oh, well I don’t have to! How much for it?
Niamh (surprised): This mask…! Oh Réa, you shouldn’t have!
Réamann (smiling, Ceres on his shoulder): Allow me to spoil you a little, Niamhy. I don’t have many occasions to do so.
Niamh (serious): If you wear this ring, your shadow will disappear. It would be good to combine it with your cloaking ring!
Erwin (interested): Interesting. I’ll see if I can negotiate for it.
The Rowdy Raven
Niamh (exalted): This was so much fun! Let’s stay for another dance!
Julian (laughing): Of course. But first, we must quench our thirst!
Nadia (laughing): You were amazing, Niamh! You and Réa definitely need to put on a show together at the Masquerade!
Niamh (winking): I’ll think about it. Now, join me for next round, Nadia!
Lucio (smirking): What is it, Hummingbird, are you afraid of dancing?
Niamh (grinning): The real question is: can you keep up with me, Goldilocks?
Niamh (singing): “Come; Taste the wine; Race the blind; They will guide you from the light; Writing noughts 'til the end of time~!”
Muriel (sulking): What am I even doing here…
Asra (smiling, blushing): You sure love to make me twirl, my sweet~!
Niamh (seductive smile): Hope your head isn’t spinning too much already, sugar, because this hummingbird is planning on “dancing” all night long.
Portia (laughing): Can’t hold your liquor, can you?
Niamh (blushing): I feel like I’m floating already!
Réamann (menacing): I didn’t like how he was looking at you. If he ever comes near again, I’ll knock him out!
Niamh (raising an eyebrow): What if this guy was just the waiter?...
Erwin (smirk, in disguise): May I help you down?
Niamh (teasing): Catch me, then! On three!
Market
Nadia (smiling): I am glad you are willing to try spices from Prakra! And I am sure you will love this tea!
Niamh (embarrassed): Thank you very much for the gifts, Nadia. (This tea costs a fortune!!)
Portia (shocked): Uh, you put everything in your bag? After breaking loose like you did in the shops?! How did you fit all of it inside??
Niamh (winking): A good magician never reveals her tricks!
Julian (grinning): You should try these donuts! My treat, to thank you for the bread!
Niamh (grinning): Thanks a bunch, they are delicious! I must find the recipe!
Lucio (confused): Are you sure you wanted all that junk? I could buy you better, more expensive things…
Niamh (grinning): Just watch me, I’m going to use this “junk” like you said and create wonderful things with them!
Muriel (sighing): Niamh, you have plenty of these already. Don’t buy more.
Niamh (blushing): B-but they are so pretty!!
Asra (smiling): Sharing a pumpkin bread with you is a small pleasure in my life that I will forever cherish.
Niamh (blushing, smiling): So do I. Welcome back, Asra.
Réamann (smiling): Here are the blooms I talked to you about, I picked some of them for you.
Niamh (smiling): Thanks a bunch, Deer! I will make enchanted necklaces with them!
Niamh (smiling): I’ve brought you some tea! It smells wonderful, don’t you think?
Erwin (smiling): It does. Thank you, it’s just what I needed.
Flooded district
Muriel (unsure): Walking on the water?! Are you sure about it??
Niamh (smiling): You could walk on thin ice without breaking it with these shoes! Come on!
Julian (unsure): Not that I question your magic but… What if it doesn’t work?!
Niamh (grinning): We fall in the water and might have itching for a week. Nothing too bad!
Portia (grinning): Steering a gondola is easier than I thought! Onwards!
Niamh (grinning): You’re doing great, Portia!
Niamh (neutral): The Aqueduct was already there for that, maybe that’s why we had this major flood.
Nadia (shameful): I- I cannot believe I had not taken that into account back then. I shall look into it in good time!
Lucio (embarrassed): I wasn’t even “alive” when the flood happened! It’s not my fault!
Niamh (serious): Maybe it wasn’t, but it doesn’t mean you get to stand idly about it.
Niamh (unconvinced): I know Count Lucio has the lion’s share for the management failure, but didn’t Countess Nadia impose some Prakran structures although they would not work in Vesuvia?
Asra (awkward): Er… blame the culture clash?
Niamh (pensive): I wish I could remember how it used to be…
Faust: Headaches! Careful!
Niamh (unsure): It seemed you needed a little pick-me-up, so I brought homemade snacks and refreshing drinks for you all.
Erwin (smiling widely): Just what we needed, many thanks! Everyone, gather around!
Réamann (singing):” The water is wide, I can't cross over. And neither have I wings to fly.”
Niamh (singing): “Build me a boat that can carry two. And both shall row, my love and I.”
Fields
Julian (smiling): This has to be one of the best picnic I’ve had! Your cooking is amazing, Niamh!
Niamh (happy): Thank you Julian! And thank you again for the invitation, I really needed to get out of town today!
Portia (blushing): Don’t let go-don’t let go please!! I’m gonna fall!!
Niamh (smiling): No you won’t, I’ve got you Portia! Hang on tight on the saddle, we’re speeding up!
Lucio (grinning): Oh, you are challenging me in a horse race, little hummingbird? Alright! But I won’t go easy on you just because you’re cute!
Niamh (grinning): Not going easy on me? Well thank you, sweet Count!! On three!
Niamh (upset): I AM SO TIRED OF BEING LEFT BEHIND!! OF EVERYONE BABYING ME!! DO I LOOK SO FRAGILE?! WELL, I AM NOT! I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!!!
Nadia (shocked): Oh dear, you had such a heavy heart, my poor Niamh! GIVE HER A BREAK, ALL OF YOU, WHOEVER YOU ARE!!
Niamh (sad): Don’t leave me, Asra, please… Whenever I see you leaving, I fear you won’t ever come back.
Asra (sad): I will always come back for you, Niamh. I promise.
Muriel (surprised): Wait, Niamh! Where are you going?!
Niamh (upset): To my own business! If you’re here only because Asra or Réa asked you to “watch over me” then leave! I’m not a child anymore!!
Niamh (smiling): It’s a lovely story, did you make it up?
Réamann (nostalgic): Only partially.
Niamh (excited): It was wonderful!! Thank you for letting me ride Fûjin, she’s amazing!
Erwin (smiling): You’re a very good horsewoman too. Fûjin doesn’t let anyone ride her like that.
South End
Niamh (surprised): Faust! There you are! I was worried about you, come here!
Faust: Looking for squeeze!
Asra (laughing): Th-that was a great swing Niamh! Now come on, let’s hide at Ilya’s!
Niamh (blushing, holding a big frying pan): I-I panicked! I really didn’t mean to knock him out!
Niamh (saddened): So that’s where so many orphans have found refuge. I shall bring them some food soon.
Muriel (little smile): A homemade meal sounds nice.
Portia (winking): I know you don’t necessarily need protection, but my fists are still ready to strike for your sake!
Niamh (smiling): Thank you, Portia! I feel safe walking with you!
Niamh (neutral): I reduce these items to this size so I can either carry them easily or enlarge them to use them as weapons or tools.
Nadia (surprised): Why, what a surprise! I believed they were unusual jewelleries!
Lucio (smirking): I remember that once, Erwin was caught in an ambush over there. Ten against one. The idiots that weren’t arrested ran with at least a broken limb!
Niamh (surprised): Really? Is that why Erwin keeps using his cloaking ring around here?
Niamh (surprised, holding a huge sewing needle): Aren’t you surprised that I use such items as self-defense weapons?
Julian (grinning): Oh, dear Niamh. You have no idea what Mazelinka can do with a wooden spoon!
Réamann (smirking): Works every time! Let’s go!
Niamh (amused): What do they think they are fighting, Réa?
Niamh (curious): Is it true that you were ambushed here?
Erwin (neutral): Several times. The captain of the guards is not really welcome here.
The Lazaret
Lucio (panicked): Niamh? NIAMH?! SNAP OUT OF IT!!
Niamh (mesmerized): …Veni ad me, invenietis et renascentia tua cinerem…………………
Niamh (mesmerized): “There is nothing in this life but mist, and we are not alive but for a little short spell”…
Julian (worried): Come on, Niamh, let’s get you out of here!
Niamh (shocked): Ouch!! Why did you slap me?!
Portia (worried): Sorry!! But it seemed like you were possessed, I panicked!!
Niamh (worried): What is this voice? Why does it keep calling for me?
Muriel (serious): Don’t listen to it. We must go, now.
Asra (tearful): Don’t listen to it, Niamh! Please, let’s go home, together…
Niamh (worried): Asra?...
Niamh (mesmerized): …
Nadia (worried): Niamh? You’ve been awfully quiet for a while now. Come on, let us go somewhere else.
Réamann (panicked, tearful): Niamh? NIAMH!!! Where are you? Please, come back!!
Niamh (mesmerized): Veni ad me…
Erwin (gloom): Sorry Niamh. You may be angry at me once you wake up.
Niamh (unconscious): … renascentia tua cinerem….
Mazelinka’s house
Niamh (amazed): This soup is delicious! Do you think Mazelinka will accept to share the recipe with me?
Portia (winking): She might give it to you in exchange of something. Maybe the recipe of your soup? They are quite similar!
Julian (grinning): Aaah, nothing’s like Mazelinka’s homemade soup! Look at all of this, so many delicious ingredients!
Niamh (wry smile): Half of these ingredients are magical!
Niamh (thoughtful): Maybe we could open some cooking lessons on request or per month? Maybe Mazelinka could help, I should ask her…
Asra (smiling): It’s a good idea, just be careful to not overload yourself.
Niamh (raised eyebrow): What did Julian ever do to you? You’re awfully rude when you speak of and to him.
Muriel (gloom): …it’s none of your business.
Niamh (smiling): I’ve only met her twice, but I really like Mazelinka!
Nadia (smiling): Portia told me about her too, she sounds like an amazing woman.
Lucio (pouting): When will they arrive? This smells so good, I don’t want to wait any longer!
Niamh (neutral): Eat some saltines in the meantime and be patient.
Erwin (surprised): Niamh! What are you doing here?
Niamh (smiling): Portia invited me, what about you?
Réamann (grinning): Dinnertime have a great atmosphere when the Devoraks are here!
Niamh (grinning): Exactly what I thought! Never a dull moment with them!
Portia’s cottage
Portia (smiling): I’ve only heard of Fairies’ houses before, it’s so fun to make!
Niamh (smiling): Isn’t it? They will look lovely in your garden!
Asra (smiling): We could try to grow some flowers on our balcony, what do you think?
Niamh (excited): It would be great! Wisteria would look amazing with the façade!
Niamh (smiling, blushing): I could spend hours here, this place is just like its owner: warm, welcoming and adorable.
Nadia (smiling, blushing): I could not agree more. Portia is wonderful.
Muriel (blushing, embarrassed): Are we allowed to do this?
Niamh (smiling): Portia told me I could take some aromatic herbs, it’s alright. These taste wonderful with eels, take them.
Niamh (happy): Aaaw, are you happy to see me too Pepi?
Julian (relieved smile): Thank Gods you’ve arrived, I couldn’t feel my legs anymore!
Lucio (excited): A swing?! Great idea! I’m going to commission one at once!
Niamh (laughing): Awesome!
Niamh (smiling): I wish I had such a beautiful garden and a cute, snuggly cat!
Erwin (teasing): Ask Portia if you can move in.
Niamh (grinning): You know what’s missing?... A swing!!
Réamann (grinning): Oooh! Let’s make a surprise for Portia then!
Muriel’s hut
Muriel (blushing, embarrassed): Sorry, I didn’t mean to eat all of it so fast!
Niamh (grinning): I guess you liked it, then? Don’t worry, there’s still plenty of it! Let me serve you another plate!
Niamh (surprised): I didn’t know that caring for chickens was such a “sport”!
Portia (laughing): Haha, they can be dangerous gluttons!
Asra (soothing): Muriel may seem aloof and blunt, but I am sure he likes you!
Niamh (concerned): …Are you sure he’s not tolerating me first and foremost for your sake?
Niamh (sad): Asra and Réamann are his close friends, I’m not sure he really likes me. Maybe I should just leave…
Nadia (caring): If he can get along with me, I don’t see how he could not appreciate you. You two should discuss about it calmly.
Niamh (concerned): Is this really alright to do that when he’s away?
Julian (grinning): Who doesn’t love coming home to a nice, warm meal that smells so nice?
Lucio (smirking): This guy’s been rude to you? Let me handle this!
Niamh (sweating): Please don’t! I will handle this myself!!
Réamann (soothing smile, Ceres on his shoulder): I’m sure you and Muriel could be good friends. Just give him time to sort some things out.
Niamh (sad smile): …I believe you.
Erwin (neutral): If you’re not welcome, I can barely imagine how it is for me.
Niamh (saddened): It’s alright, not everyone will love me. I’ll just leave this here with a note.
Asra’s sanctuary
Niamh (asleep): I love you, Asra… *mumbles incoherently*
Asra (emotional): I love you too, Niamh. Sweet dreams.
Lucio (grinning): This festival sounds fun! Are we going together?
Niamh (smiling): Sure! But you’d better change into clothes you don’t mind getting splashed in colours!
Niamh (asleep): *mumbles* I hear the wolf… wait for me, little white fox… *mumbles*
Muriel (amused smile): …
Faust: Hungry!
Niamh (smiling): The meal is almost ready, Faust!
Niamh (smiling): Thanks for the groceries! Please, have a seat, I have some tea ready if you’re thirsty.
Julian (smiling): Don’t mention it. The tea smells very good, is it black tea?
Portia (laughing, covered in colourful powder): We had a blast! Let’s go again next year!
Niamh (grinning, covered in colourful powder): Gladly!
Nadia (surprised): Is this tea lavender flavoured? It is delectable!
Niamh (smiling): Yes, I know you love lavender, so I made a special blend for you!
Réamann (laughing): Everything you made for tea-time is flower flavoured today! Getting into a theme?
Niamh (grinning): Well, it is the “Painted Daisy festival”!
Erwin (smiling): This place is really cozy. Thanks for inviting me.
Niamh (smiling): You’re welcome. Asra did wonders with this little house!
The palace
Niamh (smiling): Sorry for barging in, but I couldn’t wait to bring you this purifiers cutlery!
Nadia (smiling): Your timing is perfect, the outfit I commissioned for you is ready. Please, explain me what makes this cutlery special during the fitting!
Portia (smiling): This shade of blue-green suits you wonderfully!
Niamh (blushing, smiling, wearing a new attire): Thanks! The fabric is so light and soft, it’s more comfortable than I thought!
Asra (blushing, wearing a blue attire): Your name could not be more fitting, Niamh. You are radiantly beautiful.
Niamh (blushing): And your eyes have captivated me, Asra. Will you take me to the ballroom, sweet night traveller?
Lucio (grinning): Is that makeup? Let me try it!!
Niamh (teasing): What’s the magic word?
Julian (smiling, in disguise): I can’t refuse to be your model, but may I ask why?
Niamh (wry smile): Just a little touch of magic to be safe!
Niamh (frustrated): Were you expecting someone else? Sorry that I am not my twin!
Muriel (neutral): Are you just in a bad mood or did something happen?
Niamh (frustrated): Do you mind? I don’t need you or Erwin to escort me every time I come here!
Réamann (stunned, sweating a bit): Was it something I said?...
Erwin (smiling): Red suits you. You should wear it more often.
Niamh (surprised, wearing a red tunic): You think?
Palace’s garden
Asra (smiling, relaxed): Comfy?
Niamh (eyes closed, smiling): Aye, I could get used to it.
Faust: Squeeze!
Niamh (smiling): Aw, feeling cuddly today?
Niamh (embarrassed, blushing): Don’t mock me! It’s my way of whistling!!
Julian (laughing): I’m not mocking you! I find it endearingly cute!!
Niamh (smiling): Did you know there was a magical portal in the labyrinth?
Portia (surprised): Ah, I didn’t! I must add it to my map, where was it?
Niamh (teasing): Did you install this magical portal in the labyrinth because you kept getting lost in it?
Lucio (awkward, sweating a bit): …of course not!
Muriel (eyes closed, neutral): You naturally go to the same tree…
Niamh (neutral): …?
Nadia (smiling): The sound you made when you passed my test in the labyrinth was unexpected. What was it?
Niamh (embarrassed, blushing): It was… my usual way of cheering!
Niamh (happy): I did it! Prooofooweet!
Réamann (smiling, emotional): I’m glad to hear that sound again.
Niamh (smiling): Portia told me to be careful around the dogs, but they’ve been nice to me so far!
Erwin (amused): They probably smell that you’re a good cook. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
Lucio’s wing
Lucio (awkward): Am I being punished or something?
Niamh (serious): Cleaning after your own mess is a good start. Now, keep sweeping the floor.
Nadia (surprised): The place is clean as a whistle! How? Did the servants find the courage to come here?
Niamh (smiling): “A clean home is worth gold” Nadia. I took the liberty to do it.
Portia (laughing): We’re the cleaning dream team! Give me five, scouring pad Queen!!
Niamh (laughing): Where we pass, filth is wiped! Good job, feather duster Queen!
Niamh (singing): “I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace. Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal.”
Muriel (neutral): They’re not twins for nothing. But why is she cleaning the place?...
Niamh (teasing): Take a good look at this, Asra. Here’s what happens when you never sweep the floor!
Asra (embarrassed): Is this some kind of subliminal message? Not everyone is a domestic goddess like you, you know!
Julian (sweating a bit): If there were any ghost here, they were probably exorcised by your scrubbing!
Niamh (frowning): How am I supposed to take that?...
Réamann (laughing): You should add to your shop “clean spirits away” with the fortune-telling!
Niamh (pouting): Not you too!
Erwin (sad): I miss him. Despite everything, I miss him so bad!
Niamh (sad, compassionate): I will join my prayers to yours.
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bencastiel · 4 months
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Hi Wüv 🤗, where I am from we have this tradition of putting our shoes out on the evening of the 5th of december, and in the morning of the 6th of december they are filled with little presents by the Nikolaus (like candy and stuff). I wanted to bring this tradition to my tumblr friends 🖤 and so I come to your ask box bringing a 🥾. In there are 4 little presents for you...
1) a pair of cozy socks 🧦
2) your favorite candy 🍪 🍫 🍬 🍭
3) your favorite hot drink ☕️
4) all the love I can fit in a 🥾! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🩶🩷
And there is also a note with a question: If you want to, please share a happy memory you have of 2023?
I hope wherever you celebrate anything this month or not, you have a wonderful last month of the year! 🖤
- 🦋 wearing a santa hat
aaaw, this is so cute, thank you!
I actually have so many happy memories, hard to decide on just one xD
let's do top five in no particular order:
1 hugging @bucksleia for the first time and driving through half of Germany with her ❤️
2 meeting the boys (ec) multiple times
3 without going into too much detail, midnight when it turned to my birthday, Julia made me cry so hard of happiness 🥹
4 escalation fest and hugging @stargleekkid and so many more from my chosen family 🩷💙💛💜❤️
5 finally getting into Dans and Davids insta dms felt great?! Kevin felt even better, but that was last year xD
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dotr-rose-love · 1 year
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Writeblr re-introduction
Soooo, I’m still alive. I don’t know who’s still active or not from the people I used to follow, I will take a look around, but yeah, I think I will try to get back to this blog little by little. I cannot be as active as before, but I wish to post content from time to time and comments on my writing progress for anyone interested. (if you wish to be tagged or retagged, let me know) Also I’d love to get back to reading more and get inspired by other people, even maybe make a few new friends?
A little bit about me
My name is Maria & I’m 28 years old.
I’m Greek. (if you’re writing Greek mythology anything & want info on Greek life accuracy or phrase translations, etc please reach out, I’d love to help (however I’d appreciate your patience with it cause like I said, I cannot be as active anymore))
I’ve been writing since I was a kid, I can also edit photos, videos, sing and dance. (Yeah I know, nobody asked xD.)
I love pretty much all artforms, especially music.
I’m a big horror fan (art, movies, videogames, you name it) (that’s why I write it too)
I’m a gamer since I was a toddler, currently obsessing over Genshin Impact (don’t worry I won’t come for your ships and, if you play too, let’s fight monsters together sometime. ^^)
I don’t know what else to write, if you have any questions please ask me.
About my WIP
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My WIP is called Demons of the Rose and next year it will be 11 years old. Yeah. Why it takes so long? Well I had this crazy idea of making a huge ass lore, complicated characters and attempt to write a story with 71 main characters. Imagine that. But hey, how many times have we seen something under the umbrella of “impossible, not going to work“ in literature before, which eventually became possible after someone did it for the first time (although I am sure there’s some weirdo like me out there who’s tried this before, I just haven’t found them yet.) The genre is mainly psychological horror and dark fantasy, but I can’t hold back from making people laugh so there is comedy in it too and since I’m a hopeless romantic, why not turn some romance into horror and add it to the mix? It’s got a lot of elements but again, horror and dark fantasy take the lead.
Here’s the intro to the first book, if you’d like to take a look. There’s a wip page, too, but unless you are browsing from a pc, I don’t think it will look as nice. ^^’> There’s a lot of content to browse, though, that’s for sure.
About weekly writeblr events
I don’t think I’ll be participating with my content in weekly events as, like I said, I do not have much time, but I’m willing to ask others questions about their wip and read about them. You can randomly ask me stuff too, if you wish, I just won’t be doing it the event-way, stressing about participating on specific days and getting everything answered the same day too. That of course won’t stop me from randomly popping up in your ask boxes and ask stuff though. =3=
What kind of content am I looking for?
I am in desperate need for horror, dark fantasy and historical fiction writers.
During my previous ride around this community I met many wonderful writers but mostly in the genres of YA, high fantasy and sci-fi and honestly, as much I don’t mind reading other genres and can enjoy them, I want to find more people like me (and well the historical fiction is an extra I realized I liked, thanks to another amazing writer, in here, and I now want to see more of it). I felt a bit too extreme before, due to my content and I wish to find more people that don’t mind twisted stories, bloody scenarios and darkness. Also, I am not much of a reader, it’s really hard for me to sit down and read full books (which is a red flag for a writer I know, but I tend to be more attracted to stories represented visually and musically and no matter how many times I tried, I just can’t keep my focus in a written work easily (which is weird cause as a kid I was an avid reader)), but if it is on genres I love, I can at least find more motivation to commit and become invested in a story, without feeling guilty when it becomes harder.
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If you made it this far, thank you. Again if you wish to be tagged to my work, even though I’ll be posting much less, let me know, and if you are writing in the genres I mention, comment, put it in the tags, scream it from the top of a haunted mansion, I need to know. :3
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Hi! Please call me Frosch, she/they! Er... I think ask is still open? But if not, please ignore me. Thanks, and stay hydrated, fam!💮
So, um... could I please request a match-up? For such fandoms such as one piece, demon slayer.(and I noticed people usually ask for 3, so haikyuu?). Thanks!
So... a bit about me. I'm Gemini, INFP, and I am an introvert, plus a tad shy. Hmmm... I won't call myself kind, but I guess I'm a bit into "fairness" and whatnot. I try to help people in need but hate being tricked or being lied to, hate cheaters and playboys and etc etc. Meeting such people, my last screws gets loose, and i turn into an angry chihuahua. No shyness anymore, only a female Hulk. XD But anywho! I also adore my family and close ones, even if I don't show it by expressing it by words as often as others do. Usually, I just try to show it by gifting or getting to know their likes and dislikes? My temperament is melancholic one, but usually, I'm the one who cheers up the people around me. So I guess I'm a very adaptable person who can get on good terms with anyone, as long as I try. A bit of an easygoing person but petty at the same time? All in all, one big contradiction. I guess Geminis all like this? At least all Geminis around me are chaos incarnations.
Um. I have a huge sweet tooth, I love manga(yes, I'm also cap obvious XD), video games, comics aaaand novels. A big foodie. Hmmmm... Oh, I also try to write and draw too! But usually, I just give up, not liking how it ended up. XD Hmmm... my style is a mix of everything? Expect I don't wear dresses and skirts. So I'm a tomboy? Hmm... but I do wear some more feminine clothes too... Oh yes, I also hate pink. My favorite colors are black and white. I listen to pretty much everything, but I can't stand country. It's just... too depressing for my ass, thanks. X) Oh, I'm also love watching cartoons, horrors, comedy, and some other genres. Uhhhh... I don't know what else to write about me...
That's it, I think? Thank you, and have a great day! Thanks for the match-ups! Oh, and I hope it's okay if I go anonymously? A bit shy, sorry! If not, please just ignore my request! Again, bye and have a good day! Stay safe!🌻 (Sorry for all the mistakes. English is not my native language! Okay, bye for real now!♡)
Matchup for Frosch!
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One Piece: Shanks
Food is something the two of you share and enjoy together. Whenever the two of you are out at a new city or island, the two of you rush off to go eat something, needing some sort of food in your stomachs. He loves taking you to fancy restaurants and seeing the smile on your face when seeing your food, it always makes his heart beat faster.
Shanks was never a man to care for clothing or what people wear, that was until he saw your style quickly falling in love with it. When the two of you go off to shop, he usually has you pick out his outfits, loving everything that you pick out for him.
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Demon Slayer: Mitsuri
Gift giving is a strong trait for Mitsuri as well. One day, she found a small box on her doorstep with a little trinket from her significant other and she immediately found something to give back as payment for the generous gift. You guys have gifting wars, always wanting to one up the other.
I can see Mitsuri having a sweet tooth and that doesn't help with yours. The two of you spend days at cafes, eating all of the delicious treats, wasting all of your guys' money on the small items. You guys always come home and get confused, unsure of where both of your guys' money went, but when the notification of the payment being sent to the cafe was found, you two instantly knew the cause of your guy's problem.
Movie dates are adorable and can be spent together during any movie, especially with Mitsuri who will go out and see any movie, all except horror movies. Before meeting you, Mitsuri hated horror movies, always getting scared of them and never getting the concept behind them. Then, you came into her life and now she goes to see the movies no longer feeling afraid or fearful with someone strong by her side.
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Haikyuu: Asahi
You both are definitely introverted, having all of the signs of one and that only makes your relationship stronger, knowing that the other experiences the same thing. You guys prefer having indoor dates and creating pillow forts in the living room only to watch all sorts of movies. (Another character who hates horror movies, but still refuses to watch them when your around getting to scared)
Helping people in need is a strong trait within the two of you showing the most when around your guys friends and families. You're always there for each other's events cheering them on, or when the other is in need of some help the other is there ready to be of assistance. You attend all of his games, making sure to be the loudest one there just so he can hear you and be proud of how far he has gotten.
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