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actual-changeling · 5 months

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Welcome back to Alex's unhinged meta corner, and today I have something surprisingly not kiss-related—though it is still about the final fifteen because hey, gotta keep the brand image.

I read this post by @goodoldfashionednightingale and began typing a small response. Then I made the mistake of drinking half a litre of coffee on an empty stomach right after taking my adhd meds and my brain began vibrating at the speed of light.

But oh, have I discovered parallels. This, my friends, is about the nightingale, where it comes from, what it means, and what the fuck happened in part 3 of 1941.

Ready? Let's go.

Now, as OP said in her post, s1e3 is important. In the script book, Neil himself says that these flashbacks are where the producers would tell him to cut scenes to save money. They suggested every single one—except for the one he ended up taking out, which was the bookshop opening scene set in 1800. The others are building blocks, you need them to see how their relationship progressed and what kind of important milestones they had.

(side note: author is very miffed that english does not have a separate subjunctive form like german which makes quoting lines way more confusing than it has to be)

The one I want to mention is neither 1941 nor 1967. No, what I want to talk about is 1601. This might be about to get a bit rambly but I will do my best to keep it tidy.

The focus of that flashback is on the Arrangement, yes, but it gives us a lot more information than that.

they both see Shakespeare's plays regularly, maybe even meet in the crowd

Crowley prefers the comedies

Aziraphale does not seem to have a preference, he enjoys the tragedies and presumably the comedies too

there is an oyster woman selling food -> reference to their meeting in Rome when Aziraphale tempted him to try some oysters

Aziraphale reflexively denies their relationship

Crowley might say he is not worried but circles Aziraphale the entire time, keeping watch

they both ask favours of each other and both agree to do them

What stands out to me in relation to what I am about to expand on is the line that Crowley delivers after Aziraphale's little 'buck up'—which Crowley finds adorable btw but that's a post for another time.

"Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety."

Why would he say that? What exactly is prompting this? WHY say that specific line?

At first I thought it might be to tempt Shakespeare because he does commit art theft by just copying that line down, BUT I think there is more to that. So much more, in fact. I am wiggling now because I am very excited about this and my adhd meds are kicking in anyway.

First things first: the line itself.

It appears in Shakespeare's play Antony and Cleopatra, a romantic tragedy, which was first performed in 1607 aka six years after this meeting. Enobarbus is talking about Cleopatra and describing why Antony won't leave her. Her.

Ccrowley uses his—again, who is he even talking about? Hamlet? Shakespeare? Random poetic quote?

No, I think this line is about Aziraphale and it's a code. Right after, the next line from Aziraphale is "What do you want?", meaning that this is their code phrase for 'I have a favour to ask of you'.

Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety

Age will not affect his appearance nor will he ever become boring to Antony. Crowley, who later chooses the name Anthony for himself, tells Aziraphale, an immortal, that he will never age and that he will never grow bored of him.

It's flattery, pure and simple, and it's code at the same time. This establishes the important fact that they might use more of Shakespeare's work as code/already have a system in place (even though he steals Crowley's line for later).

They play their little morality game of back and forth, Aziraphale agrees, Crowley probably manipulates the coin toss, and THEN we find out that the oyster woman is called Juliet.

Why? What is the meaning of that? Why give her a name and that name in particular? Why bring the sexy oysters back into it?

Romeo and Juliet premiered in 1597, so it is safe to assume they have both seen it by 1601, but this is mostly for the audience, not for us-or is it?

Aziraphale gives Crowley puppy eyes until he agrees to make Hamlet popular, and while I don't think Juliet itself is a code word, although it's very interesting that the OYSTER woman is the one with that name (especially adding what we now know about Job), Romeo and Juliet might be.

Yes, the Nightingale song came out in 1940 but the bird has been around for much, much longer, and, as many probably know by now, also shows up in Romeo and Juliet.

This is where I am starting to vibrate at the speed of light because listen to me. Listen.

Crowley is Juliet. Anthony J. Crowley. Antony Juliet Crowley.

(side note: I'm not saying that Crowley chose it based on that—though I am not not saying that—but that it is a clue for us at the audience.)

Why do I think that? In the play, Romeo spends the night with Juliet and then goes to leave as the night begins to end. Juliet tries to stop him and tells him that the birds they are hearing aren't larks, which sing at dawn, but nightingales, which sing at night.

Who is the one always pushing for more? Crowley. He is the one trying to convince Aziraphale it's safe, they're safe to spend time together.

Romeo disagrees with Juliet and says 'I must be gone and live, or stay and die'.

Leave and stay alive, or stay and hell/heaven will punish us. It gets even better though.

We all know how Romeo and Juliet ends: Romeo thinks Juliet is dead, kills himself, Juliet finds him and then kills herself too.

Hey, do you know how Antony and Cleopatra ends?

Antony thinks Cleopatra is dead, kills himself and dies in her arms, then Cleopatra also kills herself—by snake poison; Romeo also died by poison.

The parallels are THERE. They are jumping down our throats! Two tragedies, two sides, several familiar names and phrases, same fear, same ending.

I think by now you can guess how this ties back to 1941.

We do not see how that night ends, but we know it ends. One of them wants to stretch it out, maybe even quotes Romeo and Juliet because look at the setting!

Candlelight, wonderful night they spend together, the threat of Crowley's early demise, and, to quote the play once more, this time Romeo: I have more care to stay than will to go.

Crowley thought it was his last night on earth and went with Aziraphale to his bookshop, to be with him, because he cares more about that than the fact that he will be dragged to hell come morning. Do you remember?

"Expect a legion to come for you first thing tomorrow" THAT is the threat. They have until dawn, just like Romeo and Juliet, which is why she is so desperate for the birds to be nightingales. Fortunately for them, Aziraphale saves the day, BUT there is NO SECURITY. They do not KNOW if a legion will still show up or not. If dawn is a deadline and they will need to fight.

Sure, they improved their chances, but who knows? Maybe they will come for him anyway, it's not like hell is all fair and square.

The best part: it gets even better.

Juliet eventually panics and tells him to go, and Romeo drops a line that huh, sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?

'More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!'

Remind me, what does Aziraphale say again? Ah, yes. Perhaps there is something to be said for shades of grey.

There is more. Yes, even more. We know the whole rescue relies on a magic trick, a switch. Guess what Juliet yearns for while telling Romeo to go save himself?

Oh, now I would they had changed voices too. While they did not for Romeo and Juliet—they kiss and part—they did for our two. One fabulous switch and we're good.

(side note: Toads? Associated with hell. Larks? Associated with the dawn, yes, but also heaven since Romeo says 'Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads.')

So, this was a whole lot of information, let's see if I can summarize my thoughts.

I believe the nightingale is a code word that has existed even before 1941 and gained a lot of importance over the years. In 1941, the song is added to the meaning and whatever happened between the two that we have not seen yet, it fundamentally changed their relationship. Maybe they kissed, maybe one of them tried to convince the other to prolong the night but they parted on not-great terms.

The nightingale and the song become a symbol of hope, a goal to achieve, another uninterrupted night, maybe, or an uninterrupted life.

When they part in the final fifteen, it's morning. Crowley points at the sky and says "no nightingales", which at that point has several different layers to it.

No nightingales because their night is over, just like with Romeo and Juliet, and please, please allow me to add another detail, because I am frothing at the mouth over this. The scene I quoted, known as balcony scene, do you know what it is preceded by?

A ball.

Star-crossed lovers defying their sides, falling in love at a ball, getting a hurried, wonderful night together but torn apart by danger of punishment, the nightingale as a dream, as a wish for unhurried time together. Family rejection, torn apart by parents, willing to die for each other so they can reunite in death.

No nightingales. The ball, the romance, is over, their dancing is over, heaven is tearing them apart, and Aziraphale returns to heaven while they are both stuck in a pit of misunderstanding and miscommunication, all bound together by fear for each other.

The thing is, Crowley hates tragedies, he never liked the "gloomy ones", and he does not want them to end in one—luckily, this isn't the end. Yes, they kiss and part, but the play keeps going. We have an entire act 3 to fix what Romeo and Juliet couldn't, to ensure that this is a COMEDY, not a tragedy.

Both Antony & Cleopatra and Romeo & Juliet died out of fear, hurried into making bad decisions because they knew what would happen if their sides were to catch up with them.

Crowley and Aziraphale can reunite heaven and hell with love, not death. This is THEIR story and they are writing the ending. No more day and night, no more deadlines, no more hiding and sneaking about, no more fear of larks and sunshine.

Good Omens will end the way it began: In a garden with two no-longer-star-crossed lovers embracing the song of a lark as well as that of the nightingale.

I hope this made sense to everyone who was no present while my mind started to vibrate itself into a puddle because the thing is I can see Neil doing all of this completely on purpose.

Thoughts? Questions? Additions? Come and join me in my insanity and until next time I have a mental breakdown over this show (probably in like two hours).

#alex talks good omens #good omens #good omens meta #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #no nightingales #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #a nightingale sang in berkeley square

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kaiaiswriting · 3 years

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Broken Arm

MCU Cast x Reader, Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Hi! Can you please do one where Tom Holland takes his girlfriend, who is a college student, to meet the avengers cast and when they met her they start telling her how Tom always talks about how good she is at football so then they play a game of football but when Sebastian tackles her he accidentally breaks her arm and Tom gets pissed. Sorry if this sounds confusing

Warnings: broken arm

A/N: another request! Sorry this turned out to be longer than I thought, but I hope you still enjoy it! I have a few requests in my inbox and I hope to get to them in the next couple of days :))

“Babe, are you done yet? The car’s already outside,” you heard your boyfriend Tom call for you from downstairs.

Tom and his fellow Avengers cast members just wrapped up filming Infinity War and happened to be in your area. You’ve heard tons of stories about the cast and what it was like on set, all of which sounded really fun, but you had never met them before. Tom, however, took this opportunity to offer you to meet the cast on set–needless to say, you were excited, albeit quite nervous. At the end, you agreed and were happy to hear that the cast were happy to meet you as well.

You finished up your last assignment and closed your laptop, happy to be looking away from the screen after what seemed like hours doing so. You grabbed your purse and headed down to meet Tom by the doorway. Tom gently slivered his arm into yours as you both headed to the car where a driver awaited in the front seat.

“We can head back to the set now,” Tom said as the driver nodded and began driving.

After a few minutes of silence, Tom spotted your fidgeting hands. He placed his hands on yours and gave a gentle look.

“Y/n, you have nothing to worry about,” he said.

“I’m just nervous, I mean it’s my first time meeting them, and it’s the Avengers cast we’re talking about–RDJ, Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan,” you went on.

“You’ll be fine, besides, they all love you! I’ve told them about you and they’re beyond excited to see you,” Tom reassured you as he brushed his thumb against your fingers.

You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“There also happens to be a field on set, so you could go and play football with the cast,” Tom said, knowing your love for football.

“Really?” you said, your eyes shining, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“I’m serious, it’s one of the reasons I wanted all of us to meet on set.”

“This is why I love you,” you teasingly said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

A few minutes passed and you finally arrived on set. Tom helped you out of the car and directed you towards what seemed to be a lounge area. From a distance you could hear people talking, chuckles, and laughter: it was the cast.

You and Tom turned one more corner and entered the room; sitting inside were Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Anthony Mackie, and Sebastian Stan. It was surreal seeing them all in real life; you were paralyzed for a moment, but seeing the cast members all greet you with a smile somewhat comforted you.

“Hey Y/n! It’s so great to finally meet you!” the one and only Robert Downey Jr. said as he waved.

You responded with smiles, waves, and “hellos”, ecstatic at how affable the cast were. Tom gave you a smile as you both sat on a nearby couch.

“Y/n, Tom has told us so much about you,” Scarlett said with a warm smile.

“Well, I hope they’re good things,” you replied, earning laughter from the others.

“Oh you bet, Tom can never shut up about you–especially how good you are at football,” Anthony chimed in.

You blushed ever so slightly, not knowing how to respond.

“So, do you play football, are you part of a team?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m still in college right now and I play for our football team,” you answer.

Just then, Robert clapped his hands suddenly as if he had thought of an idea.

“Y’know what, why don’t we all play a small game out in the field? It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Tom turned to you and you nodded vigorously.

“Alright, can’t wait to beat your ass Tom,” Anthony said jokingly, followed by laughter.

You, Tom, and the cast separated into two teams: you, Tom, and Robert were in one team and Scarlett, Anthony, and Sebastian in the other. The props guy happened to have a spare, unused football that you guys ended up using for the game. Before beginning, a coin was tossed to determine which team would start with the ball, and to your disappointment, the other team was to start the game.

As you gathered on the field, a few crew members chose to stand by and watch the game. Both teams moved to either side of the field and began taking their positions.

“Alright, let’s start in 3, 2, 1!” Robert exclaimed.

You watched earnestly as Anthony kicked the football hard across the field, landing a few meters in front of you. You were quick to react and run for the football. The field was soon filled with cheers and screams, but you remained focused on your goal. Once you had the ball in your hands, all you had to do was bring it to the other side of the field.

You ran with all your might and skillfully dodged Scarlett and Anthony. As you continued running, you heard Tom and Robert cheer for you. You let out a chuckle and didn’t realize Sebastian running towards you at the corner of your eye. Once you realized, it was too late to dodge–though, you still tried to swerve past Sebastian.

Your attempts at dodging failed as Sebastian’s hand grabbed a hold of your left arm, pushing you backwards. Your right arm instinctively flew backwards to cushion your fall, but with how far back you already were, your arm was bent as you landed hard on the ground with Sebastian on top of you.

Crack.

Shit. That can’t be good. You felt your arm crack loudly as it was stuck under your and Sebastian’s body. The pain was overwhelming, enough to distract you from the shouts let out by Tom and the crew members.

“Y/n!” Tom repeatedly shouted as he and the others ran towards you and Sebastian.

Sebastian quickly removed himself from you and Tom pushed past Sebastian to get to you. Tom tended to your arm as Scarlett, Robert, Sebastian, and Anthony knelt beside you.

“Y/n, are you okay? Where does it hurt?” Tom asks.

You let out a groan as he helps handle your arm that was stuck behind you. You whimper and let out a painful “ow”, which was enough to let the others know that your hand was broken.

“That can’t be good, we have to bring her to the hospital,” Robert says as he orders the watching crew members to prepare a car for you.

“Y/n, breathe with me okay? Inhale and exhale,” Scarlett gently says as she attempts to comfort you.

“Y/n I’m so sorry,” Sebastian says, bringing Tom’s attention towards him.

Tom gently pushed Sebastian’s shoulder to everyone’s surprise.

“Seb, what the fuck were you thinking, tackling her that hard? Now her arm’s probably broken,” Tom said as he faced Sebastian. Anthony, who was watching, approached Tom and attempted to calm him down.

“Tom, I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean for this to happen. I meant to push her a softly,” Sebastian says worriedly.

“But-”

“Tom, it’s fine,” you interject.

Tom and Sebastian look at you with guilt-stricken expressions, but you smile at them.

“It was just an accident, I’ll be okay,” you continue.

Soon after, the crew member announces that the car is ready to take you to the hospital. Seeing as though the cast had nothing planned for the day, they decided to accompany you to the hospital.

In the car, Tom kept his hand on yours, trying his best to comfort you. Once you arrived, you were checked up and found out that you had indeed broken your arm. Thankfully, it was not severe, so they had patched you up with a cast and sent you off to rest. Whilst you awaited with Tom and the cast to pay and retrieve your medicine in the waiting room, you made small talk with Scarlett and the others. Tom used this time to apologize to Sebastian for going off at him earlier, and they both made up.

“Y/n, let me pay for the medicine and all, it’s the least I can do,” Sebastian offers as you’re about to pay.

“Sebastian, it’s fine, really, it was all just an accident,” you assure him.

You guys go back and forth for what seems like hours until finally, you convince him that everything’s fine.

As you all step out into the cool night breeze, you and Tom choose to take a taxi back to your house. Robert, Anthony, Scarlett, and Sebastian take turns hugging you and telling you how much fun it was meeting you.

“Can’t wait to see you next time kid, hopefully you don’t break any more bones though,” Robert says, earning an eruption of laughter.

“Y/n, I’m really sorry for today. Maybe next time we should all just go out to watch a movie or somethin’ instead of playing football,” he suggests, and you agree.

The cast members return to their car as you and Tom get on a taxi. In the darkness of the backseat, you lay your head against Tom’s as he lays gentle kisses on your forehead and strokes your hands.

“I’m so sorry for how today turned out,” he says.

“Tom, I’m fine, seriously.”

“I just wanted everything to go smoothly today. Instead, here you are with a broken arm.”

“Honestly, today was pretty fun,” you say and Tom looks at you weirdly.

“It was a good distraction from work, and besides, I got to meet your co-stars, how cool is that!”

You and Tom share a laugh as you spend the rest of the ride cuddling against each other on the backseat.

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vesuvianmess · 3 years

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Popsicles?

Art by @jilljoycearts Drexxel is @vesuvianmess Vell is @deathbyarcana

A short fic recounting how these two met, pulled (with some edits) directly from a currently running roleplay.

Quick Warning: Contains mentions of stalking and harassment

"You are very welcome, have a good rest of your day!" He waved the group off with a smile. "Hiya, what can I get you?" He asked another.

Flitting back and forth from group to group, he greeted every single person with a genuine smile. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing others light up with joy. He’d taken up working at the bakery part time to help with some expenses of running his own shop. And he had to admit, the smell of fresh baked bread may have influenced that choice. The job was never boring as the market was always flooded with people, locals and travelers alike, all looking for something. Still, he only worked with Selasi during the mornings and early afternoons. When he’d had his fill, he would return home to open the doors to his own little business.

But today, he had something a little different in mind. Instead of selling little animal pelts, herbs, bits, and bobbles, he was in and out again in a flash. Having changed into something much more comfortable for the heat, he pulled a wheeled cart behind him to the town square. Near the fountain, he’d found the perfect spot and pulled the cover off the cart. It would take him a little time to set everything up, but once it was done, he noticed people already beginning to gather around. Some faces he'd seen many, many times before. Others, much more new. Taking a seat on an overturned wooden bucket, he twirled a pair of drumsticks between his fingers.

“Hello Vesuvia, I’m bringing you a special late afternoon show! Now then," he sat up a little, the line of his back straightening. "For those of you new to my show, we have fun here! Here's how this goes!" making a grand sweeping gesture to the gathered crowd, he continued on. "You may request a song but there is no guarantee I will play it. I will not tolerate pushing, shoving, or otherwise harmful activity during my shows. And, as always, tips are appreciated but not required, come stay for awhile and feel the beat of the sound! I'm Drexxel Volkov, and may luck be forever in your favor!"

It started with a small metallic chime, a shortstop of little taps on the rims of the set. But before long the square was alight with the beating of drums. His whole body moved in time with each beat almost as if he were dancing along to his own song. Small children bounced and tugged at their parents' sleeves, urging them to get closer. New comers stood with delighted expressions, some even getting a little antsy standing in one place, others giving way to bouncing their bodies to the rhythm.

There was nothing better than this, looking out into the crowd as he thrummed away the minutes, flipping the sticks and singing along even though nobody could hear him over the heartbeat he'd created.

The crowd was thick as usual but new faces stuck out easy to him. Even with the prick of sweat beginning to roll down his forehead, he was able to focus enough to make everyone feel included in his performance. One face in particular he stopped at for more than a split second. A taller man with vivid blue hair, dark skin, and a sort of shaken demeanor. He looked….out of place perhaps amid the crowd, like he could bolt at any moment. Drexel found himself stealing glances at the man throughout his show, a dizzying knot of butterflies in his gut as he saw the man start to meld into the hum around him. The thrill of the performance carried him through like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, his fiery passion shining through clear as day. Every movement felt natural, every breath felt like a whole new beginning. Drexxel never came from a background that favored this sort of thing, rather it was something he'd picked up on his own time. He had the extra energy to spare and needed an outlet to help with it. Besides, he always did like seeing people smile and what better way to do that then get them moving?

Into the second song now and he felt a wave of static run through him. Someone in the crowd was a magician. He could feel it. Even through the loud beating of drums and the crashing of cymbals the low electrical humming filled his body. He was sure of it. But was this magician able to sense him as well? That he did not know. He wasn’t sure precisely where the feeling was coming from, but he was determined to draw it out. With it toying at his mind, he decided it was time to show off just a little more. After all, using magic was a good way to lure out another magician.

Drexxel simply waited as he beat along in time to find the perfect moment to really show off his moves. Normally he would have saved this bit for later in the evening, but he just had to do it now. After feeling that little pang of magic, he knew he had to show whoever was producing it, that they weren't the only one with fancy magic at their fingertips. Just a moment longer....

When the final chorus of the song hit, he let it loose. His drumsticks sparked and crackled to life, enveloped in searing hot flames. With his sticks now burning with intense heat, he slammed away at his drums with more grandeur and energy than before. With each hit fire roared from the contact point, creating a dazzling display of towers of fire in varying sizes. If anything were to draw this other magician out, it would be this.

By the end of the show, much to his dismay, this fellow kin had not revealed themselves. It was a bit of a shame really, he would have loved to have someone join in his performance. What a dazzling display that would have been. He could only imagine what kind of magic would have complimented his own.

"Thank you all for joining me this afternoon!" He gave a bow, his hair falling a bit loose from his bun. "It's a hot one out today so make sure to stay hydrated and get some good food in your belly!"

He stood and lifted his arms over his head in a long stretch before using the rad cloth tied to his side to wipe away the sweat that cling to his skin. The show was over, but people still lingered in the area, some tossing coins into an open bowl near the drum set, others approaching Drexxel with questions. He was small for his age of twenty-five, standing at mere chest (or just below) level with most other adult’s that spoke with him. He had a thin, but decently sturdy frame with most of his strength apparent in his legs. Most people would know him for a scar that ran along his right cheek. Whenever asked about it he would simply tell them he didn’t remember where it came from but knew he’d had it most of his life.

The town square was still bustling with people as he began to pack up his things. Above it all though, he could hear footsteps approaching him. He paused a moment then spun on his heel to come face to face with a regular to his shows. The man was leagues taller than himself and had a strange look to his eyes. He was holding a piece of paper, crumpled and damp with sweat in his hands. Drexxel heard the man speak but didn’t quite catch the words.

“I’m sorry?” He responded back, urging the man to repeat himself. When he did, a chill ran down his spine. “...Go out with me. Dinner.” He pushed the paper into Drexxel’s hands. “You’re so pretty.”

The smaller pulled the note apart just enough to read it. In shaken scrawl it read:

‘Don’t make a scene. I’ve been planning this. You and I belong together.’

He’d seen this sort of thing before in books and screenplays. Some secret admirer gets too confident and goes after someone who isn’t interested and it becomes a problem. Problem being a kind way to put it. Harassment was a better word for it. Bold of him to make the attempt in broad daylight, let alone a busy square. In the kindest way possible, Drexel looked up at the man and spoke.

“I’d love to, but I have plans this evening. Another show I mean.”

He felt the prickle of magic in the air again, but it wasn’t coming from the man in front of him. The magician was still in the area.

"Excuse me, I'm talking to you." the man's voice broke him from his thoughts. "I'll be picking you up this evening."

Drexxel's brow furrowed, the energy around him shifting like hissing smoke trying to catch on damp wood.

"I'm really sorry, I mean it." He offered a sincerely looking apologetic smile. "But I really must be getting home." He made a move to leave but was stopped when the man caught his wrist.

"You're not going anywhere short-stack."

This....could be bad. As much as the crowd had dissipated, there were still people lingering about. Too much of a risk to cause a scene. But every fiber of Drexxel's being was telling him to flee. He needed an out. In the most...nonchalant way possible, he attempted to wriggle his wrist free.

"Your performance really spoke to me Drexxy. It's like you were composing a symphony just for me." As he was caught in his own little moment, Drexxel pulled his wrist free. But it only lasted a second.

He felt a pull against his skin before he heard a small snap. The man had missed when reaching for Drexxel's wrist and instead caught the beaded double bracelet on his wrist. Beads had gone flying haphazardly in every direction, landing on the stones below like pellets. In that moment he felt the pull of magic much closer than before. This other magician was close. Very close.

Drexxel was unfortunately used to people approaching him with much more....fervor than he anticipated. However, this particular instance was something else. He'd never had someone so adamant on taking him home. If this were to go on for a moment longer, he was sure to lose his composer. He may be a pretty upbeat guy but he also had a notoriously short fuse.

That hissing aura was rapidly kindling itself from a crackling campfire to a firestorm. When his bracelet snapped, he felt something in him switch. Rage bubbled up under his skin like pot boiling over on a stove set too high. His fist clenched and a growl escaped him.

But then, out of nowhere, everything around him stopped. He was about to throw a fiery punch but stopped short when he saw another man between him and his new 'friend'. It was the man he saw in the crowd! He said he was there to help just now. But what was he doing here and how did he…

"How--?" Then it hit him like a hard slap to the face. "So you're the magician I was picking up on!" His anger flickered back to amusement and joy. "I knew I wasn't imagining it! Oh! The helping thing, yes."

Drexxel offered the newest stranger a warm, bright smile. Without hesitation, he grabbed his hand and shook it furiously.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Drexxel! What do you say we blow this popsicle stand and get somewhere far away from this creep?"

The other man seemed to freeze up, like he expected a much worse response. His whole arm wobbled when Drexxel shook it. His eyes were wide and his lips parted in shock. It took him a minute to process what the smaller man had said to him.

“Oh, I…that is….popcicles?” The man felt his face go hot, blood rushing to his cheeks. He was sure the smaller man would mistake him for a tomato.

Drexxel watched him curiously. It was like watching the gears of a clock turning, the way this man seemed to be having an inner monologue with himself about whether or not he’d made the right call to get involved. He could feel how shaken up the man was, his hand trembling. Not very good at keeping his cool was he? Finally he spoke again.

“It’s localized. My….my magic…it…I mean I…no, it. It will wear off when we get a distance away. He could follow? I- who, well…popsicles?”

Drexxel had always been good at making new friends and getting people to laugh and smile. He was small, yes, but he made up for his size with seemingly boundless energy. It was nearly impossible to not like the guy. But, he could tell, he kind of took this one by surprise. But it wasn't the first time someone had responded this way. Not often he got to see someone turn that red before though!

Whoever this new guy was, Drexxel had never seen his face in Vesuvia before. And he’dbeen in the city for quite some time now. It'd been since he was about nineteen. He knew almost every face in Vesuvia, even if a good handful of them were only in passing. But this one, this one he wanted to know more about. Consider his interest piqued.

When time came back and this new magician struggled to make a clear sentence, it was all Drexxel could do to hold in a laugh. Localized magic though, not sure he'd heard of that one before. He completely skipped over the popsicle schtick.

"Localized huh? Hey, think you could use your magic with mine? I'm thinking....a wall of fire!" He still hadn't let go of the stranger's hand. "I could put a wall of fire around him, just tall enough to trip him up of course. You could stop time around it until we get far enough away that your....localization wears off!" Mossy green eyes brimmed with excitement. He gave the hand in his a squeeze.

"I bet we'll make a great team!"

He could see the man trying to process the words coming out of Drexxel’s mouth. He’ll admit, he was a bit of a fast talker when he was excited.

“Wall of fire…” He repeated Drexxel’s words, more to himself than the other, considering the idea. Not terribly flawed, he thought. A quick fix but not long lasting. “Worth…worth a shot.” an unsteady voice. “Wait - a team?” Vell had barely gotten the words out before the air thrummed with magical energy and, just as promised, fire sprung to life around the note wielding creep. If the situation weren’t as it was, he might have taken time to admire the flames.

"That's what I said isn't it? A team!" He mused, giving this new friend a wink.

When time did in fact stop around his flames, the passion in his eyes burned that much brighter. He beamed at this new stranger.

"Talk about a cool party trick. Come on, let's get out of here." Still gripping that hand, he took off. Hopefully this new friend could keep up with him.

They took off out of the square, rushing past pedestrians and shopping stalls in a race to escape the area. Drexxel had taken the lead, ducking and diving under obstacles like it was as easy as breathing. He felt his new found companion trip up a few times but he managed to keep up the pace. He was new to Vesuvia and hadn’t the slightest idea where the two of them were headed. Drexxel looked back to check on his new friend at just the wrong moment. The edge of his sandal caught on uneven stone, sending him tumbling into an unattended fruit cart, scattering oranges along the alley. He’d never let go of this new companion’s hand, and in turn, the two of them fell together. The other man now had him pinned, a leg on either side of him.

“I-- We-- uh…” The stranger fought to find the right words, feeling like a tea kettle ready to whistle. “We fell.”

Drexxel could feel his own face burning a bright shade. He would have been able to laugh it off if it weren’t for his immediate attraction to this man. Impulse guiding him, he offered the man a toying smirk. “You know, I think this might be fate.” He winked. “And I don’t even know your name.”

“M-my name?” The other man stuttered.

He tried to stand, pulling on Drexxel’s hands to pull him up as well, only to lose his footing. He fell back onto the stone, the smaller of the two now sitting perched on his abdomen. The look in his eyes was….entrancing. Intoxicating even. He couldn’t look away. “I’m Vell.”

“Vell…” Drexxel liked the way the name felt when he said it. He let his hands drift to the other man’s chest, watching him with bright eager eyes.

Now, what was that saying about playing with fire?

#the arcana #fan apprentice #apprentice vell #apprentice drexxel #jilljoycearts #straight from roleplay #fanfic #ficlet #my writing #vexxel

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bakugou-tm · 4 years

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may I request a soft angst scenario with a jealous/protective kuroo where his girlfriend is getting hit on by the captain of the other team at a game? and maybe the creepy dude pulls her aside after and tries to get alone time with her and kuroo is just ... n o

jealous scenarios are my specialty, enjoy this mix of angst and fluff ;)

Today was a pretty big day for Nekoma. Though it wasn’t any big championship game, it was the first game the boys were getting to play since winter break.

The entire bus ride to the school the boys seemed to be overly hyped up, singing all sorts of songs and shouting in excitement.

You couldn’t help but look back at the team as they all sang and cheered while you remained up at the front of the bus sitting next to Coach Nekomata.

Normally you would choose to sit next to your boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsuro, but it turned out the captain wanted to give you a rundown of the school since you were the team’s manager.

And besides, you figured Kuroo should be sitting with his teammates and joining in on the hype since he was part of the team and the captain at that.

But just because you were sitting far away that didn’t mean you didn’t steal a few glances and winks on the bus ride there. Each time you glanced back when it got obnoxiously loud his hazel cat like eyes would be on you, his lips curved in a lazy smirk.

Feeling your cheeks warm up you would just scrunch your nose at him and smile before whipping your head back to the coach next to you.

The two of you usually always sat together on the way back since everyone was typically asleep by then so you just had to wait till then. For you, it was worth the wait.

As much as you loved the team’s loud shenanigans and energy, two hours of it was a bit exhausting. Once you felt the bus jolt to a stop you were the first to jump up with a relieved sigh, the feeling of fresh air hitting your face would surely be a relief.

“Alright boys grab your bags and let’s head inside so we can greet our team and get started with warming up.” Coach Nekomata shouted over the noise, causing the team to fall silent before they all shouted a yes in understanding.

Once the coach nodded to you a smile crept on your face, ready to be out of the cursed bus. Thanking the driver with a small bow you grabbed your small bag and dashed down the steps as the doors opened.

Sure enough the feeling of the warm sun hitting your face mixed with the cool winter air felt like heaven. The wind dancing through your (h/c) locks let your neck cool off a bit from the cramped up bus.

Though you were expecting the wind to hit your face as you stepped off the bus, what you weren’t expecting was a hard surface to smack against your face. It honestly felt like a wall but when you stepped back to rub your head you soon found out it was a body.

Blinking up at the boy as you glanced at him through your fingers that were rubbing your forehead, you let out a gasp in surprise before quickly bowing down repeatedly in apology.

“I’m so sorry that was my fault! I should’ve looked both ways before I hopped off the bus I was just really-”

The feeling of fingers grabbing your chin caused you to silence as they gently pulled your bent over figure upwards, the boy making you tilt your forehead up towards his own.

“Don’t apologize that was my fault for standing too close, are you alright love?”

For a few seconds all you could do was stare with widened eyes, how could such a large scary looking guy be so gentle? When the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs of the bus were heard that’s when you realized just how close your face was to his own.

Quickly swatting his hand away you jumped back a few feet and lifted your hands up nervously, “I..I’m okay! D..Don’t worry on my account.”

Your eyes were quick to move towards the door of the bus, what you were dreading was already playing out before your very eyes.

Kuroo was glaring down towards the boy, moving quickly to jump off the steps and stand between you and this random boy.

Of course he saw everything that happened.

“Are you on the team playing us today?” Kuroo spoke in a chillingly neutral tone. The sound made you dread the talk he was going to give you once you got inside.

The boy you had run into seemed unfazed, he simply smiled and nodded before holding his hand out, “I am indeed, I’m the team captain Fumihiro Hebi.”

The sight of your boyfriend smiling down to the boy had goosebumps running down your skin, he was the type that was scarier silent than full out yelling.

“Kuroo Tetsurō, a pleasure to meet you.”

You were hoping one of the boys would help break the awkward tension as they both shook each other’s hands firmly but they looked as lost as you were. And of course Coach Nekomata had already walked inside so it was up to you.

“Well we better get going! Don’t wanna be late for warmups!” You exclaimed as you smacked your clipboard against Kuroo’s arm to get his attention.

Fumihiro seemed unfazed by this, simply smiling and nodding as your team slowly started to make their way in the school.

You followed next to Kuroo, refusing to look him in the eye as you held on tight to your clipboard. The feeling of his hand snatching your own with an iron grip had to let out a slight yelp before you hunched your shoulders down.

Surely Fumihiro saw the action which made you internally sigh in relief, hopefully he would back off now. Your only problem now was dealing with your clearly pissed off boyfriend.

The game was about to start in five minutes. The other team looked fairly good sure, but they stood no chance against Nekoma. Honestly you were glad, the team could use a win before they jumped into training season.

While you helped the other team manager set up you kept a close eye on Kuroo, he seemed okay but still off. You were on the debate on whether you should say something. He remained quiet the entire way into the school so you hadn’t said a word since, but you knew if the captain was off then the entire team would too.

You felt your heart race as your team did their last few drills, should you say something or not?

As the sound of the whistle blew you jumped, realizing you had run out of time to even talk to him as the players began lining up from either side of the net.

“Thank you for the game!” Each side shouted as the captains, coaches, and managers met in the middle for the coin toss.

You couldn’t help but glance back and forth between the captains, their eyes drilling into one another as you bit your lip and your leg bounced nervously.

“It has landed on tails, home team gets to decide.” The referee spoke causing Kuroo to huff as the other captain smirked.

“We choose to start on offense.” Fumihiro spoke smoothly before he smirked down to you and winked, “After all I like our wins to be quick and easy.”

Blushing in surprise you gasped when Kuroo stomped away back to his team. You attempted to shout his name but he simply ignored you. Glancing toward Coach Nekomata he was already shaking his head with a worried expression.

“This won’t be good.”

Sure enough the first round ended with Nekoma at a horrible defeat, 15-25. As they were in the second round tied at 17-17 you couldn’t help but cringe as you watched Nekoma all over the place.

One thing you prided yourself on about Nekoma was the way they could move like they were dancing in sync, the way they communicated sometimes even without saying a word. They always moved with grace and skill.

But today that wasn’t the case.

Kuroo wasn’t a very loud person when he was angry, which made the entire situation worse. Every time the other team scored he would just growl and grit his teeth, glaring into the eyes of that stupid cocky jerk of a captain on the other side.

You hated this, all of it. Usually your boyfriend was dripping in confidence to the point where it was almost annoying. You had never quite seen this side of him.

Even Kenma attempted to talk to him but he simply shooed his friend away. When Kuroo missed another block for about the twentieth time today you finally snapped.

“Timeout!” You shouted causing both teams to glance at your bright red face. Only now, it was red out of anger.

The referee looked at you in confusion since Manager’s usually didn’t get to decide but Coach Nekomata was quick to nod behind you and make the timeout hand gesture.

As the team began to walk towards you to the bench, you felt the coach place his hand on your shoulder, “Talk some sense into that boy so we don’t lose this simple game.”

Glancing back at him you nodded, looking over and scanning all the faces until your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s own annoyed once. Gritting your teeth you grabbed his wrist and yanked him down the court towards the double doors of the hallway.

Of course even with all your strength you wouldn’t be able to drag him so that meant he must’ve gave in to your request as he shuffled behind you.

Slamming your body agains the door you swung it open and dragged Kuroo into the hallway with you.

“What the hell Tetsurō?” You hissed, the sound of his full name reaching your lips causing him to frown before raising an annoyed brow.

“What are you so pissed off about (F/n)? Yeah we’re losing they’re a good fucking team, just focus on their stupid pretty boy captain if you don’t wanna see us lose.”

That very sentence had your blood boiling as your mouth dropped wide, the two of you had been dating for six months and he had the nerve to tell you that?

The fact that he couldn’t even look you in the eye felt like a stab to the chest. Gritting your teeth you felt your body move before your brain could react as you slapped him square across the cheek.

In any other circumstance you would’ve frozen in shock, but when his wide eyes glanced down at you from the slap you felt you had to speak. To say something now that you had him back in reality.

“T..Tetsu why would you say that?” You muttered, pain laced in your voice as you bit your lip to fight the warm tears that were beginning to flood your vision, “You know I’m your girlfriend!”

Kuroo’s face remained stern but he still kept his eyes on you, “Well you didn’t seem to bothered when he moved your face close to his or when he started flirting you up.”

"I literally slapped his hand away as soon as I could! He took me by surprise is all!” You shouted in defense, your voice echoing through the empty halls.

Kuroo glanced down to you with a blank expression before looking out the window of the door to see the timeout was almost out of time.

“Look we can talk about this after the game (L/n)..” Kuroo spoke with little emotion as he began walking towards the door.

You blinked in surprise, this was the first time he ever ignored you. After every fight he made sure to apologize even if it wasn’t his fault. Was he really that jealous of that stupid captain?

The sight of his back turned to you made you feel sick inside, it felt like he was walking away from your entire relationship. This... you couldn’t let this happen. Screw the stupid volleyball game, this was about losing the man you loved.

“TETSURŌ I LOVE YOU.”

As you shouted those words off the top of your lungs you noticed Kuroo freeze in his steps towards the door, he looked back at you with widened eyes whispering something but you couldn’t see over the streams of tears running down your cheeks.

“I..I love you stupid Tetsurō... I love you I love you I love you, and I won’t stop saying it until-”

Your words were cut off when a pair of lips smashed against your own, your eyes widened in surprise for a moment only for you to melt into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The kiss was brief, but passionate. It held every bit of emotion the two of you had been holding back these past few hours and it felt good to finally be released.

Pulling away Kuroo flashed you one of his rare genuine smiles as he used his thumb to wipe away the few tears on your cheek.

“I love you too (F/n)” Kuroo muttered placing one more kiss on the tip of your nose causing you to giggle, “I’m sorry I was acting like a dick, I guess this whole time I was just scared you didn’t feel the same way and when that asshole touched you I just-”

“Don’t even speak of it,” You muttered, your hand cupping his cheek as you smiled up to him softly, “You’re the only one I love Kuroo Tetsurō so don’t even waste your breath on that jerk.”

The boy before you smile as he pulled you into one more tight embrace before your grinned up to him, “Now go make that stupid captain ever regret challenging you Tetsu.”

Kuroo smirked at this as he held your hand in his own and nodded, both of you walking out those doors with a new confidence in your relationship you never had before.

The last two games were over almost quicker than the first round. Kuroo’s confidence lifted the team as always and they were back in their usual flow to take the game by storm.

Coach Nekomata was more than pleased as the boys all cheered, feeling this victory for many reasons. He walked towards you and bowed slightly before grinning up to you.

“Thanks for saving the game (L/n), I’m glad you two love birds are on an ‘I love you’ basis now.”

You smiled and bowed to him until he finished the last part of his sentence, your body freezing as you jumped back in surprise.

“Y..You heard that?”

The coach simply chuckled and crossed his arms, “The whole gym did, you really had the crowd going with that slap.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you laughed sheepishly, “I..It was in the heat of the moment.”

Honestly mixed with the embarrassment you felt, you also were happy that everyone heard. Let it be known that you and Kuroo loved each other.

The sight of your team all hugging had you smiling brightly, it was always nice watching them after a win. Your eyes caught with Kuroo’s, his hazel eyes shining brightly down to you.

You were about to jog on the court and give him a celebratory hug but the sound of your name being called had you whipping your head towards the doors.

The other team’s manager was standing by them, waving you over. Smiling you nodded and trotted to her, but not without a pair of hazel eyes following your body with suspicion.

“What’s up Aiko-chan?” You asked with a smile as she led you outside, she looked a bit nervous which had you on edge.

Once you stepped out into the afternoon air your body froze at the sight of Fumihiro standing there with his arms crossed, stupid smirk on his face.

“Aiko why did you-” Before you could finish you looked around to see she had already shuffled back inside the gym leaving you to sigh.

You glanced back to Fumihiro only for him to gently lead you back into the wall of the gym as he placed his hand behind your head against the gym wall.

“Nice save back there, would’ve been a shame if you lost that temperamental boyfriend of yours.”

Your eyes widened as you felt yourself growing more uncomfortable by the second. Forcing a smile you attempted to slide the opposite way to move further from him.

“That wasn’t exactly a save, I really do love my boyfriend and I meant it.”

Suddenly Fumihiro’s other hand slammed on the other side of your head, quickly caging you in causing you to yelp.

“C’mon doll are you really sure? I could show you a much better time if you just give me a chance~”

Squeezing your eyes shut you tilted your head away from his own and tried to escape his barricade he created.

“I’m not interested, please let me go!” You shouted angrily as he ignored your uncomfortable cries and advanced.

How point a got to point b you didn’t know, but luckily before anything got serious you noticed a large hand grabbing Fumihiro’s collar before it yanked him back away from you causing the boy to stumble.

Your eyes filed with fear slightly softened when you saw Kuroo standing before you, worry written across his face as he quickly draped his red jacket over your shoulders and held you close.

“Wow you really can’t read a room buddy,” Kuroo spoke cooly, his hazel eyes glaring down to the boy who looked up to him with wide eyes, “Next time you touch my kitten after she tells you to back off, I can promise you won’t be able to show any girl a ‘good time’ ever again.”

The captain simply nodded, but Kuroo didn’t give him the time to respond as he led you towards the bus along with his teammates who only sneered at the scene.

“Thank you Kuroo.. that guy is so creepy...” You muttered, gripping onto his jersey tightly as he allowed you to step on the bus before he followed suit, the two of you going to your usual seat in the back of the bus.

“Well I can’t let the princess I love be harassed by some peasant.” Kuroo spoke smoothly, his classic lazy smirk on his lips as he leaned against the window and motioned for you to sit beside him.

Smiling warmly you leaned against his chest and allowed him to wrap his muscular arms around your chest as you cuddled in his jacket.

How could you of gotten so lucky?

#Kuroo Tetsuro #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #jealous kuroo #i wrote this in like thirty minutes pls have merci

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luxekook · 4 years

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chapter one.

⇥ pairing: jungkook x reader; eventual bts/ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 2.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, kissing, hickies, drinking, tatted jungkook, nipple piercings

Chapter One

Fall of Junior Year – 8:57am

I curse every single decision that has brought me to this very moment as I power-walk across campus, sweating under the already blistering sun. Campus in August could easily be compared to a swamp given the amount of unearthly humidity, and I'm pretty sure I currently qualified as the local swamp thing.

The only positive feature in my morning has been the table of free coffee and doughnuts staffed by Student Government. The first day of the fall semester always seems to be accompanied by frantically wide-eyed freshmen and celebratory freebies. However, air conditioning is the only thing I would be celebrating today as I finally reach Tyson Hall – the destination of my 9:00am class.

As I rush to my classroom with one minute to spare, I slump into a seat in the far corner – my preferred location for people-watching out of the large windows and for getting away with doing homework for other classes.

Familiar faces surround me, an unsurprising observation given that this is our mandatory research seminar as psychology majors. I notice my friend Jenni sitting in the opposite corner, eyes glued to her phone screen.

Opening my laptop, I shoot her a text to come sit with me. Her head whips up, black braids moving every which way as she immediately piles up her things and hustles over, “(y/n), I forgot you were in this seminar! I just switched over from quantitative research because I couldn’t take any more statistics – or Dr. Harding.”

Dr. Harding is the dean of the psychology department and has been teaching here for ages. Feared by most psychology students for his tough grading and intimidating persona, he’s actually a huge softie – something I discovered by going to his office hours and seeing all 85 pictures of his grandchildren hanging throughout the room.

“He’s not that bad, Jen.”

She scoffs, “You would say that because you got an A in statistics like some sort of wizard. Besides, Dr. Newman is so much nicer.”

Jenni has an excellent point. Dr. Newman is the main reason I chose this seminar. As one of the most respected researchers at our university, she’s known for her qualitative studies on gender across cultures. I consider Dr. Newman to be a real badass woman and I lowkey stan her.

I turn to reply, but Dr. Newman begins taking attendance and class begins.

Fifty minutes later, Jenni practically drags me out of the classroom, “I cannot believe she kept us the whole 50 minutes. Is she aware that it’s syllabus week? It’s practically law to just read over the syllabus and then dismiss class. This is outrageous– (y/n), are you even listening?”

“Hmm?” I totally had tuned her out, focusing on the number of students flooding the quad. I had missed this – the rush of students heading to class, the yells of people greeting each other from entirely too far away, the buzz of excitement over potential parties…

“Unbelievable. How did I forget you have this whole weird-ass feminist crush on her?” Jenni forges forth, “It doesn’t matter. What are you doing tonight? You’re going out with us, right? Luna and I want to go to Hannigan’s.”

Since the three of us had all turned 21 over the summer, we finally could legally go to the bars in town. Hannigan’s currently holds the top spot on the list of bars that most of the upperclassman frequent. It’s a popular Irish pub downtown known for its cheap beer and mixed drinks.

It’s also BTS’s unofficial hangout – a fact that makes me slightly uneasy. After learning who the higher-ups are in BTS, I have taken to avoiding them like the plague. It was a relatively easy thing to do since the spring semester tended to be less focused on rushing and recruiting for fraternities and sororities.

But now it’s rush season, and I’m pretty much fucked. There will be no avoiding seeing BTS’s president Kim Namjoon out recruiting with his vice president Min Yoongi and his social chair Jung Hoseok. There will also be no avoiding pledge master Taehyung leading around new BTS pledges like a mother duckling. And don’t even get me started on how Kim Seokjin, Park Jimin and Jeon Jungkook will be popping up everywhere to advertise the latest BTS bash.

Sighing, I figure that the chances of actually bumping into them at the bar will be slim, given that it will most likely be super crowded and I can easily blend in.

I turn to Jenni as we keep walking towards our next classes, “Yeah, I’ll go to Hannigan’s. Are you going to come over to get ready at our place?”

Luna and I had moved into a cute little off-campus apartment over the summer. As it turned out, it’s cheaper to live off-campus than on-campus if you look hard enough. We also had it pretty good location-wise being just a few short blocks from both campus and downtown.

“Yes!” Jenni replies, slowing to a stop out front of the science building, “I’ll be over around 8 with tequila. I’ll text you later. I’ve got to go to neuro-psych lab now,” she rolls her eyes, “Hopefully we won’t be kept the whole time.”

Waving, we part ways, and I shake my head.

Tequila never leads to anything good.

Hannigan’s – 10:54pm

Fate seems to be on my side for once in my life. As soon as Luna, Jenni and I walk into Hannigan’s, my eyes are drawn to the back table where the BTS usually sits. It’s empty.

It’s practically an unspoken rule that no one else can sit there, and even though the bar is packed with all other tables accounted for, that one remains vacant – and for good reason.

Greek life essentially has a cult following around here. The Greeks provide status for those who are into that whole exclusivity thing. They also provide the best parties because of the size of their houses and because the university will never complain about one of their best sources of revenue.

I didn’t to rush a sorority way back in freshman year because I couldn’t feasibly afford it. The dues were way out of my price range, considering I was already paying for my education on my own. Luna, on the other hand, is in Epsilon Xi Delta (EXID) and consistently makes me and Jenni tag along to different Greek parties with her.

"Come on, bitches! Let's get some drinks," Jenni drags me and Luna through the packed room towards the bar that is already encircled by a crowd of thirsty students.

Tonight’s plan is simple – stick together, have fun, scope out cute seniors. Having already taken some shots before we left (saving that coin), we’re definitely feeling ourselves, flaunting our outfits like we didn’t spend a good hour picking them out earlier.

I had settled on a black t-shirt dress with a checkered flannel tied around the waist and some black Doc Martens. Luna and Jenni had tried to convince me to wear heels with them, but I knew syllabus week was a marathon – not a sprint. My feet would thank me later, and theirs would be crying.

As the bartender slides us our beers, the opening beats of Cocky AF by our badass queen Megan Thee Stallion blast through the speakers dispersed throughout the bar. Turning immediately to each other, we clink our beers together, take a sip, and head to the makeshift dance floor.

We squeeze and push our way through the masses until we reach a spot towards the back where the crowd has thinned out a little more. Within seconds, we’re in motion, hips swaying in time to Megan saying ‘bitch, I look good and you know that’.

Shaking out my hair, I get in the zone and lose count of how many songs we dance to. Eventually, our beers empty and Luna turns to me, “Another?" She accompanies her shouted question with an unnecessary charade of shot-gunning a beer in case I couldn’t hear her. I roll my eyes, laughing while I nod in response.

“Save our spot!” Jenni yells and disappears into the crowd of dancers with Luna towards the bar.

I continue dancing on my own. Swaying my hips, I decide to put my hair up to try to cool off a little in the sweltering bar. The music shifts into a new song, this one slower, more seductive, a favorite of mine – Lost in the Fire featuring The Weeknd.

As Abel’s angelic voice flows over me, a pair of hands slide over my hips from behind me. I start to pull away, but then I notice – the hands are tattooed. And for some reason, that hot little fact makes me relax into the large body behind me.

Those tattooed hands tug me back even more, bringing me flush against him as he falls into time with my movements. God, this guy can dance – a rarity these days.

His body is all hard muscle and heated skin. His mouth is hot against my neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. My skin buzzes. Fuck, I haven’t felt this way since–

Turning my head slightly, I can make out the vague outline him and it confirms my sinking suspicion... He’s a BTS boy.

"Hey, noona," he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing over it as he speaks.

Fuck my life, I think as I shiver involuntarily in response. Spinning to face one of Satan’s henchmen, I toss my ponytail over my shoulder and jut a hip out in both defiance and defense. But really nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Jeon fucking Jungkook, the golden boy of BTS.

He somehow looks like he’s gotten even bigger since the last I saw him playing pong against Taehyung at that party – information that I cannot even comprehend. His left arm is completely tattooed, along with a few smaller ones dotting his hands. I glare at them, blaming those hands for throwing me off.

“Like them?” Jungkook waves his fingers in front of my narrowed eyes, “I got them this summer.” Smirking lazily, Jungkook makes his own perusal of me – taking extra time along the way.

His jaw flexes as his eyes turn molten, “You’re killing me, noona. Tae didn’t mention…” He trails off, swallowing hard.

I follow his gaze. Oh fuck. I had forgotten I decided to forego a regular bra tonight because I wanted to show off my piercings. Just having a thin bralette under my dress, my pierced nipples are definitely noticeable under Jungkook’s heavy stare.

Refusing to give into him, I square my shoulders, “Yeah, I got them this summer, too. But, I don’t see how that’s either your or Taehyung’s business.”

At my words, Jungkook rips his eyes away from my tits to finally meet my own eyes again, “Oh, but it really is our business. Tae said we’d like you and I agree.”

His voice is low and rough, and I swear I can feel it washing over my body, making all of my synapses fire in response.

“We?” I choked out. In full panic mode, I spin and try to leave, but I barely make it a foot away before getting stopped by a now-familiar tattooed hand wrapped around my wrist.

Luckily, a crashing sound echoes from the back table where the other BTS boys must be, and Jungkook lets out a string of curses, “Fucking hell, listen I have to go make sure no one’s hurt, or Joon will kill me. Stay here, okay? I’m not done with you, (y/n).”

His hand rushes up to the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. Our lips fuse together in a brutally hot kiss, his tongue slipping against my bottom lip for a fraction of a second.

And then he’s gone – disappearing rapidly through the fray to manage whatever trouble his frat has gotten into.

I stand there, shaking fingers on my lips wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Hey, sorry we took so long! This bitch cut in front of us and I swear she ordered for the entire fucking population of North America—”

Luna smacks Jenni’s arm, cutting her off, “You okay, (y/n)?” Luna peers closer at me, “Holy shit, is that a hickey? We were only gone for 10 minutes!”

My hand flies to my neck as both Jenni and Luna grab me, dragging me to the slightly quieter back alley of the bar. As they conduct the second Spanish Inquisition, I spill the details on what happened.

After a moment of silence following my explanation, they both start talking at once:

→ Jenni: “Hell yes, girl, go off! Jeon Jungkook is fine as fuck…” → Luna: “(y/f/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n), have you lost your damn mind…”

→ Jenni: “…I’d hit that in a heartbeat. I’m so proud!” → Luna: “…Do you not remember last semester? Are you high? Oh my GOD, did he drug you?!”

“Stop!” I slap a hand over each of their mouths, “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, you guys are impossible. I am not ‘hitting’ anything, and, no, he did not fucking drug me.”

Sighing, I continue, “It was a lapse in judgement, okay? I remember last semester more than anyone, but he’s just so powerful and I don’t seem to have any common sense around BTS.”

I take my hands away from their mouths and immediately Jenni asks, “Wait, what happened last semester?”

Luna slings an arm around my shoulder, “Come on, let’s go get pizza and a six-pack from Ralph’s. We can go out another night this week.”

“Take-out from Ralph’s?” Jenni’s eyes widen comically, “This must be major tea. Let’s go.”

Instinctively, we clink our beers together for the second time that night and chug the remainder of our bottles in true broke bitch fashion (never leave paid-for beer behind).

With that, we trek back through the door and out of the bar. We finish our night filling in Jenni with our less than savory experience with the infamous BTS fraternity last semester.

But, as I lay in bed for the night, I can’t help but wonder if Jungkook had looked for me that night after I left… Or if he told Taehyung...

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caitybug · 4 years

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you're prompts have been so amazing!! How about this one? 29. Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Ahh! Thank you! They’ve been a time haha.

The fact anyone is reading them is astounding to me (if we are being honest).

Anyway, I hope this fits the bill for what you’re looking for!

It’s dodgeball day.

I tried to get out of it. I’m never picked first for a team.

I’m not any good, I know it.

And Baz will be there. He’ll laugh at me.

He always does.

My mom didn’t believe me this morning. I even put my thermometer by the lamp to make it seem like I’d had a fever. (How was I supposed to know it’d be so warm?)

Anyway, she didn’t believe me once she saw 108.4 on the thermometer.

I adjust my shorts, waiting to see which team will be stuck with me.

Baz and Dev are the captains today.

“Baz won the coin toss, so he get’s to choose first,” Coach Mac says.

Coach Mac loves Baz. He coaches the soccer team, and Baz is absolutely ruthless on the field. I wouldn’t be surprised if he rigged it for Baz to go first.

I do the math quickly in my head, and I’ll end up being on Dev’s team.

Everyone’s always stuck with me.

“Let’s see,” Baz ponders, tapping his chin, “who do I choose first?”

I see Niall smirk from beside me.

Baz, Niall, and Dev are inseparable. There’s no way he won’t choose Niall first.

“Simon,” Baz says looking over to me.

I blink.

“What?”

“You heard him, now move,” Coach Mac says.

I feel like my mind must be playing tricks on me.

Maybe I’m actually home sick with that 108.4 fever.

Dev gets Niall, Baz gets Gareth, and so on so forth.

By the time we go to our side of the gym, I think my brain has finally caught up.

I’m a sub for when our teammates get out.

And I pray no one gets out.

But Shepard, bless his soul, gets distracted and Penny hits him hard in the chest.

So I’m subbed in, frantically trying to avoid all the balls flying at me.

“Snow, catch a ball and get them out!” Baz shouts at me.

“I’m trying!” I shout back. “But I can’t without getting out myself.”

Baz growls and catches a ball that Trixie throws his way.

Somehow, after five more minutes of frantically running around, it’s Baz and I verses Dev.

I may as well just walk off now.

We all know it’s truly a competition between Baz and Dev.

Baz throws the ball at Dev, narrowly missing.

Dev is standing and laughing.

I see a ball right next to me, and I reach to grab it.

But something else is there.

Baz’s hand.

I look up and see him staring back at me. He looks... shocked?

I don’t think I’ve looked at his eyes this close before. They’re grey, but the kind of grey you can get lost in. The kind of grey that makes you feel at home, comfortable and cozy.

His eyes, however, aren’t looking into mine. His are looking further down.

At my lips.

I look at his.

They look soft.

I think I’m moving closer to him.

He’s moving closer to me.

We are a breath apart when a ball hits us both in the face.

Dev cheers, we groan, and I’m on the ground.

Everything about dodgeball day today hasn’t made sense.

Baz picked me first.

I think Baz and I almost kissed.

I’m rubbing my head when Baz reaches a hand over to help me up.

“We did our best,” he says, patting me on the back.

He leans in quickly.

“Meet me after school at my car,” he whispers.

He’s gone in a flash, and I wonder if I imagined it all.

After school he is in the parking lot, leaning against his car.

“Hey,” I say awkwardly, doing a small wave.

“Hi,” he replies, a smile widening on his face. “I wanted to do something. Well, I’ve wanted to for a while now.” He takes a step closer. “And I think we almost did during gym today.”

I move closer.

“Do you know what I’m referring to?” He asks, pushing a curl behind my ear.

I nod.

“Good,” he whispers, leaning down and he kisses me.

My heart’s beating fast, my eyes are closed, and I am so incredibly grateful I came to school today.

I’ll come to school sick if it means kissing Baz Pitch in the parking lot.

#snowbaz #but make it dodgeball #the dodgeball au no one asked for

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saharamae21 · 4 years

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My Biggest Distraction (Part Two) - Topper Mini Series

Hey guys! PART TWO! I’m really just in the mood for Topper fluff so here is this! I have a very good idea about where this is going and I’m super excited!!

Author: sguymon21

Summary: After Topper shows up at y’n tennis match, things start to heat up. He spends the day with her and they even get approval from her parents to go on a date. Topper and y/n are getting really close, but are things moving a bit too fast? (Bad summary Sorry)

Word Count: 1,830 Words

Warnings: none

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I stood awkwardly between my parents and Topper. Topper extended his hand to my father and he just stared at it. It’s almost as if my dad didn’t know what to do. My mom hit him gently and finally, he reached out and shook the boys hand. I was incredibly nervous that he wouldn’t like Topper, but my mom was all smiles. “So are you the one inviting y/n out everyday?” my mom asked. He told them he was guilty while rubbing his neck sheepishly. “It’s nice to see that y/n has made such a good friend.”

“Well, I’d like to become more than her friend,” he said bluntly. My heart sped up and my jaw dropped a little bit. I’d be lying if I said we had been flirting a little over the past few days, but I didn’t think it would amount to anything. I was definitely feeling a certain way towards him, but hearing him saw that made all those feelings jump to the surface.

“I know your family pretty well, Topper,” my dad said. I felt my heart sink back down into my stomach. “Let’s take a walk.”

“Mom, stop him!” I said as they walked away together. She chuckled with me and told me it would be fine. I knew dad though. He wouldn’t let anything come between me and my future, especially not a boy. I could only imagine what my dad was saying to him. I heard my name being called by my coach and sighed.

The next match was about to start. I didn’t see Topper or my dad anywhere. I shook my opponent’s hand and my coach gave me two thumbs up. I grabbed the new balls after winning the coin toss and prepared myself to serve. I walked back to the baseline, bouncing the ball with my racquet. Then, right before I served, I looked up and saw his face watching me from across the fence. He was still here after talking to my dad. This boy was a keeper.

I made it all the way to finals and Topper stayed with me all day. I’ve never had anyone other than my parents watch before, but here Top was. He spent the day being my biggest fan and water boy. I don’t remember the last time I had so much fun at a match before. I knew the girl I was playing in the finals. We’ve played hundreds of times, each winning about 50 percent of the time. She was my biggest rival and I knew that this was all or nothing. The first set went surprisingly quick. Maybe it was because I had an edge. I wanted to win. I wanted Topper to see me win. I was closing in on the second set. Topper was cheering in a more respectful way now. Hearing his voice lit a fire under me though. I tossed the ball up and projected myself into the serve. Ace. Match Point. My head snapped over to see Topper. He was smiling proudly. I went forward to shake Genevieve’s hand.

“Got some fire today kid,” she said. She was a year older than me and off to college in the fall. I knew we wouldn’t play each other again. If I was lucky we would play on the same team in a year. She glanced over at Topper and smiled at me. “Finally something to motivate you a little harder. Keep it up.” It was the first time she really encouraged me. Usually she told me that I needed to focus more. I needed drive and passion. Today, however, she smiled at me. She told me I did good. Maybe Topper was the key to it all. I exited the courts after chatting with my coach and before I could get to Topper, I was stopped by my dad. “Okay, notes for today,” he said, looking at his phone. Dad had the same tradition every match day. He would write down everything he saw wrong and give me a lecture about it when the day was over. I looked at mom, pleading for her to stop him and she told him to do it at home. I gave him an apologetic smile and slipped away. I walked up to Topper and smiled.

“Congrats, you played so well!” he said. I could tell he was trying to decide if he should hug me or not. I smiled at him and shyly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I said thank you. He looked at me and stared and I awkwardly giggled for a second. “So if you don’t have plans tonight, I’d love to take you out on my boat.”

“Is Topper Thornton asking me on a date?” I asked, all smiles. He chuckled at me, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe I am,” he said. I blushed as I rocked back and forth on my heels. “Is that a yes?”

“Yeah, sure. Of course!” I stuttered out. He smiled at me and told me he would pick me up around 7. I was all giggles as I thought about my first date. I was nervous and excited. “Cool.”

“Cool,” he said, chuckling.

I got home that evening and hopped in the shower. I threw on my bikini and some casual clothes over and walked down the steps. Mom had already agreed for me to go out tonight, but my dad was less than thrilled. I sat down with a plate of food when the lecture began. I listened to my dad analyze my entire day of tennis, criticizing every move I made. I sat there and took it though. Tennis was the only time Dad paid attention to me, so if this was the only time we spent together this week, I would take it. I shoveled my meal into my mouth and then it was over. The food was gone, my dad had finished, and it was almost 7pm. I skipped out to the dock and waited for him. He was right on time, maybe even a little early. I heard my dad yell from the house about my curfew and we took off.

I pulled myself out of the water and dried off. The sun had set and we were in the middle of the marsh. Topper wrapped a towel behind my back and stared down at me. I felt a little self conscious. It’s not like he’s never seen me in a swimsuit before, but this was the first time that I could feel his eyes looking at me. I looked up at him, blushing. He told me I was beautiful and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe he didn’t want to make me uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t want to kiss me. Whatever the reason, he took a step back. I wrapped the towel around me, overthinking the whole situation as I sat down. This was my first date. I didn’t know how things worked. He, however, had experience. He’s been on dates and he’s fallen in love before. I felt like some bright eyed, foolish girl.

“Can I show you something?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts. I nodded and he took off. He took me by this cove. I’ve never seen it before. Hell, I’ve never even heard someone mention it. He helped me out of the boat and onto the shore. It was like our own private beach.

“Wow…” I said. The moon was shining down on me and the stars were coming out.

“Pretty cool, huh?” he asked. He looked at me for approval. I smiled at him and spun, looking at it all. It was gorgeous here. The moonlight reflected off the black water and shimmered all across the ocean. Even the stars seem to shine brighter.

“Is this where you murder me?” I asked with a laugh. He told me he would never. “C’mon, I bet there are tons of other girls' bodies hidden, buried in the sand!”

I was laughing and joking, but he got serious for a second. He grabbed both my hands in his and looked me in the eyes.

“You’re the only girl who's been here,” he said. My giggles stopped and I stared up at him. He didn’t look like he was lying. I thought about the girls before me. I thought about Scarlet and Brynn. I thought about Sarah Cameron. How could I be the first girl he’s brought here?

“Not even Sarah Cameron?” I asked, feeling some sort of way. I think the right word would be jealous, but it was such an ugly emotion and I hated it.

“Not even Sarah Cameron,” he said confidently. I felt my heart speed up. This boy was very bad for my health.

The night continued and we sat in the sand together. The sounds of waves crashing against the shore was the perfect background noise. Somewhere along the way, I laid down, laying my head on his lap. I pointed up at the sky and told him to look. Everytime I did it though, we would get confused and give up on trying to find the exact star I was talking about. I tried to point at a pretty noticeable one, but he just stared down at me instead.

“Top, look!” I said, shaking my hand. He didn’t avert his attention though. He stared down at me. “C’mon Top! It’s beautiful!”

“I’m looking at something beautiful,” he said. I giggled, feeling my blood rush to my cheeks. I flicked his forehead and sat up. I wondered how many girls he’s used lines like that on.

“So cheesy,” I said. I giggled again, making a joke out of my insecurity. “Is that how you get all the ladies?”

“Y/n,” he said. His voice was serious. I turned to meet his gaze. His hand touched my cheek and then his lips met mine. It was a sweet and delicate kiss. One to reassure me and eliminate all my worries. He pulled away before I could even react. He looked into my eyes as he spoke again. “I asked you out because you’re the realest girl I’ve ever met. I’m not thinking about other girls that aren’t you, so you shouldn’t think about them either. Got it?”

He poked my forehead and I nodded. He smiled at me and I leaned in, wanting to feel his lips on mine again. He moved the hair away from my face as he pulled me in for another kiss. This one was deeper, more meaningful. It was intoxicating and it made my mind go blank. I didn’t know where to put my hands, but they found their way behind his neck. Even though these were my first few kisses, everything felt so natural with him.

I worried about what kind of trouble we would’ve gotten into if I hadn’t had my curfew...

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mountainleafuniversity · 3 years

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Undertow pt 2

(Artwork by @warrior-kitty special thanks to @gemellath

(This story is rated PG-13 for content. You have been warned)

Kit drove to Coin’s house that morning and picked up the jackelope chugging a bottle of water.

“Man, it’s hot!” he shouted.

“Hop in!” she told him. “Today is going to be crowded and you know it.”

Both of them knew that the beach would be crowded that day, but Kit was running late after not being able to find important things such as the umbrella, chairs, and sunscreen. Now that it was already late morning, they knew it was going to be hell to find just one parking spot but were unprepared for a bigger problem on their hands.

“Hey Kit” Coin said nervously. “Umm…I need to use the bathroom…”

“Hold on we’ll get a spo-“

Kit was cut off when she saw that the line for beach parking was a mile away from the beach.

“Oh no…Try to hold it in.”

However, they reached a parking lot and saw it was completely full.

“Alright then, let’s go to the other one…” Kit sheepishly stated.

“Man I gotta go like…badly…”

However, each and every lot was stuffed to the brim, and with each passing moment, Coin’s bladder was getting fuller and fuller until Coin was in excruciating pain with no end in sight with the traffic getting larger and slower. After the tenth parking lot, Coin was screaming and ran out of car.

“Go in the palm bushes!” Screamed Kit, panicking.

“There are families everywhere!” the jackelope barked back. However, a sign pointed to the beach bar they usually went to, prompting Coin to speed walk across the costal parkway with the honking cars blaring their horns. He tried to walk faster but was moaning in such pain he couldn’t even run without feeling the sharp pain on his bladder.

Roxie, meanwhile, was eating a bag of chips during her “bathroom break”. She had just dealt with cleaning up after a horrible rescue when she heard someone enter the men’s room in a rush. After a while the person did his business, washed his hands then sneezed.

“Crap! Forgot there’s pollen everywhere!”

The dispenser was out of paper towels, so he tried to enter the stall. Roxie in shock dropped the chips onto the ground.

“Oh, come on! Who eats chips in the bathroom?! And why in the men’s room of all places?”

“No one expects me to be here.”

“Hey wait a minute! GET OUT HERE!”

Roxie feared it was her boss, so she stepped outside, only to see her bandmate.

“Roxie…again?”

“I got hungry.”

“Its 11:30 you can wait. Plus, tomorrow is your day off to celebrate so don’t blow it.”

Coin guided Roxie back to the lifeguard chair where Harry was sitting.

“Oh thank God. It was much shorter…” he happily sighed.

“Hi Harry! How’s work today?”

“For me it’s fine. Roxie however just had a shitty rescue, which is why she was allowed on a break…”

Coin was puzzled. “What happened?”

Roxie closed her eyes.

“Another man was attacked by some octopi thingies and nearly drowned because they tried to force this seaweed into his mouth underwater. He projectile vomited all over me, so my boss made me take a shower…with a hose…on jet setting…”

“We’ve been seeing a string of these lately and the Dolphin Division of the police department is on strong patrol right now, so try to stay safe.”

Coin set his towel and chair down, texting Kit to meet him by the bar. After a long half hour, Kit finally showed up.

“Hey Coin!” Kit said from nearby “I found a spot by paying this guy money!”

“That’s great!” Coin shouted as he went over. “Want me to help you set up?”

After taking another half hour of bickering and arguing the umbrella was properly set up. They had put on sunscreen, and laid down their beach towels, so now both of them were basking on the beach immersed in their sunny naps. Nearby a small disturbance in the sand was kicking it all up and creating a path. It scurried under Coin’s stomach, shaking him awake by the disturbance. He looked around but couldn’t see a thing.

“Hey Kit…”

“Yea?”

“You feel that?”

“No. Probably a crab.”

However, Kit felt something try to jump up from under her back. She lifted her towel to see nothing was oddly there.

Behind the cooler a certain little mouse in a red prison outfit popped out of the sand. Rio climbed into the cooler and grabbed some ice cubes with a devious smirk on her face. She walked over to Coin, opened up his trunks, dumped the ice down, and watched him freak out.

“Whats going on here?” an annoyed Kit said to Coin.

Soon she also felt something pull on her suit, and ice was poured down her back. Bystanders looked to see who in the world were these two dancing clowns.

“Who did this?” Coin demanded.

“You thought it was ice, but it WAS ME! RIO!” Rio shouted jumping onto her perch.

“RIO?!” Coin shouted. “You busted out of prison?!”

“You’re not going to report me, are you?”

“No” Kit said, a bit disappointed in her. “But you’ll need to get out of that prisoner outfit. Hide in our bag and stay in there until we get back.”

“Hey guys!” D’Arcy greeted. “What can I get you two?”

“Hello D’Arcy!” Coin replied. “You are doing okay?”

“Other than going through the trauma of that e-mail sent to me…I guess I’m fine.”

“We’d like mouse-sizes for a t-shirt, shorts and swimsuit for Rio please.” Kit ordered.

“Didn’t she get arrested?” D’Arcy asked confused.

“Yea but it’s a gift for her anyway.”

“Oh ok.”

They paid and collected their bag of tiny clothing, with the jersey devil looking nervously at another clothing stand.

“Why does she keep vanishing...?”

“Who?” Coin questioned.

“Jill...” D’Arcy murmured. “She was a classmate at fashion school. Typical brainless spoiled brat if you ask me. She’s a sea serpent who almost got me expelled many times and always got away with it. She works the stand over there.”

“Is she someone we should worry about?” Coin said. “Maybe she sent the threat.

“Probably not, but she’s been going back and forth quite a lot through that pop-up store… anyways, I’ll see you two later, we’re holding up the line a bit…”

Now Linneaus was complete again and relaxing on the shore, sunbathing and enjoying the environment. However, that was all about to change, when Coin and Rio heard lovely sounding voices and giggling. They shook themselves up to see an elk jackelope wearing a mustard bikini standing above them.

“Hey there…” the jackelope girl said. “My name is Penny…”

Coin was so transfixed on her body, especially her blue eyes, that his eyes turned to hearts and with his antlers turning pink as well.

“Man, what a woman…” he said to himself. “I’m…Coin…”

“LOL SO COOL! And who is your mousy friend?” Penny teased. “I have one too~…”

Crawling from up her back, a fit and strong harvest mouse in purple trunks climbed up the antlers.

“You summoned dearest Rhine?!” he declared.

Rio was immediately smitten with feelings for him and his beautiful build with her face turning a bright shade of pink.

“Rio here!” she said. “It’s…a pleasure…”

Kit looked over and wondered why they were so instantly crushed. She brushed it off and turned on her music before taking a nap.

“We were wondering if you two would like to play volley ball with us…” Penny declared. “Mice vs Jackelopes?”

“S-Sure…”

“Hell Yeah!” Rhine shouted.

“Good…good…” a voice whispered from under the sea. “Bring them to me my creations…”

Meanwhile Kit felt her stomach rumble. Not paying attention to her friends, she opened the cooler and obtained her calzone. She heated it up using the sunlight and decided to sunbathe while she ate her lunch.

Her friends could barely contain themselves playing volleyball with the shady but sexy duo. Harry could only watch in sadness towards Coin as he and Rio couldn’t even play the game properly they were so unfocused.

“Hey Harold.” Roxie blurted. “Why are you staring so hard at Coin? He’s in love…”

“It’s just that it seems hopeless…He and his mouse friend just won’t look away from them.”

“Oh?! Like I didn’t catch you thirsty for D’Arcy’s ass again today!” Roxie exclaimed.

“She doesn’t tease me!” Harry yelled. “I go crazy for D’Arcy because I actually fucking like her no matter what!”

“Glad to hear you admit it…

“But look at Coin and that broad he’s with!” he pointed. He watched Penny shake her tail at Coin, then saw Rhine flex for Rio, both of them absolutely paralyzed by their feeling “They’re baiting them with looks! First off, I’ve been with women that do this, and second, it’s our job to stop what could be potential sirens! With the attacks going on I can’t risk losing anyone!”

“You really think that those two are sirens?!” Roxie said. “Lookie here, just because you can’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend doesn’t mean you have to tear others down…”

Harry wondered if Roxie was right, and both took their positions without saying another word.

Rio hit the ball and got spiked by Penny in the face, knocking her down.

“Winner!” she yelled, hugging a shocked Coin, surprised he won but also scared for Rio.

“Shouldn’t we check on-?”

“I think she’s fine…Rhine is looking after her!”

<<Oh, mon petite fleur!>> Rhine ran over. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good.”

“See she’s fine!” Penny said.

“You know…I like you…”

Coin blushed. “Same here.”

“You and I will be boyfriend and girlfriend forever…”

They both pulled closer together until they shared a kiss, but suddenly Coin’s mouth was stuck to her’s, and seaweed was pouring into his mouth.

Rio, seeing Coin struggling, kicked Rhine, revealing himself to be a siren along with Penny. The siren kissing Coin let go and wrapped its tentacles around him. Rio ran towards the beach patrol screaming. Roxie sounded the alarm to get everyone away from the area as Harry ran over and tried to wrestle Coin free, only for the siren to toss him into a sandcastle as the beachgoers quickly ran out of the way. The dolphin P.D quickly swam close to the shore in order to wall the sirens off. The one pretending to be Rhine was caught trying to escape.

“This is lovely…” Kit said, eating her calzone, unaware of the chaos around her.

D’Arcy was just taking a photo with a fan when it happened. She swooped over until she found Roxie and Harry.

“What’s going on?!” she screamed.

“Coin’s being taken by a siren!” Harry screamed.

D’Arcy saw it swimming and trying to bring the struggling jackelope deep into the ocean. She flew over, kicking the temptress with her hooves.

The siren responded with using Coin as a weapon, trying to jab his antlers into her skin, but failed since she was impervious to pain.

“Sorry Coin!” she said before stomping his face.

“You aight…”

Now the dragon goat’s eyes gleamed red with rage, inflicting a curse on the siren. She summoned up her fire breath and torched the creature. Now distracted, D’Arcy dove in and tried to pull her friend to safety, but she wasn’t expecting the creature to splash water, blinding her. The siren threw Coin over the line of dolphins, who breached in an attempt to catch him. However, a serpent circled up from under them and caught the rabbit deer.

“Hey D’Arcy!” Jill screamed. “Remember me?!”

“Unhand him! NOW!”

“Love to talk D’Arcy, but I gotta work!”

The police dove down to catch the serpent but were unprepared for the brigade of sea creatures blocking them and sacrificing arrest. They could only watch as the poor jackelope was taken away.

“We want all fishing boats on alert!” the dolphin captain said. “Scuba divers, scientists, anyone! Suspect is a sea serpent with blue hair, nose ring, Che Guevara shirt…”

After the commotion had died down, Kit was still sleeping with sauce stains on her suit and fur, with the half-eaten calzone on her side. Her earbuds were ripped off and a large hooved slap woke her up.

“Hungh?” she groaned.

Roxie was standing above her with a stern look of anger.

“Coin was kidnapped by a sea serpent and you slept through it!” the rougarou yelled, eating Kit’s calzone.

“What?” Kit asked confused.

D’Arcy swooped down, red eyes glaring.

“He was taken to the bottom of the ocean…I should curse you, you ignorant vulpine!”

Kit’s guilt transformed her into Granny as she pondered what to do next...

“Can-can’t we go down there and save him?”

“We’d have to come up with a plan.” D’Arcy replied.

“I’ll see if we can get our set moved to tomorrow.” Harry interrupted.

“But Coin!” the snail-fox yelled. “He’s in danger.”

“Don’t worry about it.” D’Arcy comforted. Tomorrow morning, me and the girls are going to try and save him. The sun is starting to set so it’s probably best if we just go home for now.”

Even after being back to normal Kit still felt upset lying in bed. She knew that if anything else happened, she would have to do something to save her friend. She just didn’t know what to do.

#funny #writing #jackelope #cryptids #rougarou #jersey devil #chupacabra #mouse #fox #kitsune #team linneaus #It took me a week to upload this part...#lots of crazy shit happened

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years

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Guy’s Love

By Ruth_Oakenshield

Warning: for 18+age readers only!!! Mentions of character deaths. suicide, fluff and smut.

It had been a month since Guy returned to Nottingham with a very irate Sheriff Vasey after their trip to the Holy Land.

Guy had been coming to see you more often now and you always enjoyed his company. Today was no exception. He showed up on his black steed and asked if you’d join him for lunch. You happily agreed and he helped you up onto his horse and the two of you rode into Nottingham and ate at the local tavern.

The two of you talked while you ate. He asked how your gardens were doing and you said they are doing well. He told you about his problems with Robin Hood and how Robin tried to kill him in Loxley.

You gasped at hearing that. “Why would he do that Guy, you’ve never mentioned him trying to kill you outright before?” Guy just shrugged.

“I’m worried about you, y/n, would you come join me in the castle where I could protect you from Robin Hood and his outlaws better?” He asked. You sighed. “Guy, who will tend my gardens and take care of my home?” You asked.

“I will have a few of my servants take care of them for you.” Guy promised. “Please, y/n, I would feel a whole lot better if you agreed to stay with me there. I will keep you safe, I promise.” Guy told you.

You sighed. “Very well, Guy, but I will need to go home and pack a few things.” You tell him. He nods and stands. He tosses coin on the table to pay for your meal and then he takes your hand and ushers you out to his horse.

He takes you back to your home just a 1/4 mile outside of Nottingham‘a walls and lets you pack your things. Then you lock up and the two of you head back to the castle.

Guy shows you to your room and introduces you to your maid. He tells you, “Do not so wandering around alone. Always take a maid or a guard with you. If anyone bothers you, tell them you are here as my guest and they should leave you alone.”

You nod and he turns to leave, then pauses and asks, “May I join you for supper tonight?” You smile and reply, “Of course, Guy, you are always welcome to join me. Whenever you like.” He grins and says, “I will see you for supper then.” And he turns to leave.

Your maid helps you unpack and get settled in. Then she takes you on a tour of the castle.

Guy joins you for supper and the two of you talk about your afternoon. After supper he takes you for a walk and asks you if you would consider letting him court you. He tells you how much your friendship has meant to him and especially now that Marian is gone.

“But Guy, you’ve always had a thing for Marian, where is she? Why aren’t the two of you together?” You ask.

Guy cringes. “She did not love me, y/n, she lied to me and played me so she could feed information to Robin Hood. She died in the Holy Land for her treason after planning to marry Robin Hood there.” He says sadly.

“Oh.” You reply. “Well if you are serious in courting me, Guy, then I will be happy to be yours. I have always liked you and cared about you. I missed you a lot when you left after your mother died. I was happy to see you had returned.”

Guy grinned and asked, “May I kiss you, y/n?” You blushed and nodded. He stopped walking, took you gently in his arms and kissed you. His soft lips kissed your hesitantly at first, but when you returned the kiss, he deepened it and parted his lips, his tongue caressing your lips asking for more. You parted your lips and his tongue explored your mouth as he deepens the kiss further.

You both moaned at the pleasure the kiss gave you both and as you pulled back for air, he began kissing and nuzzling your neck. His large, warm hands began to roam across your back as he pulled you close.

He held you for a few minutes and enjoyed feeling you against his hard body and he enjoyed the smell of your long, soft hair. It reminded him of fresh air and strawberries and sunshine.

Eventually he walked you back to your room. He kissed you sweetly and wished you a good night. Then left you to get ready for bed.

The next night he joined you for supper in your chambers and the two of you talked about your day. You had gone with your maid to the markets and had fun shopping. After supper he asked if you’d let him show you how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

You blushed and nodded. He stood and took you in his arms and began to kiss you. He kissed your lips with such fervor and passion it made you weak in the knees.

He slowly backed you towards your bed as he kissed your lips, neck, shoulders and caressed your body. He paused to remove his sheathed sword and laid his daggers on the nightstand. Then he began to remove his clothing and yours.

Once you were both bare, he lowered you onto your bed and began to worship your body with kisses, love nips, his tongue tracing wet patterns on your body and his hands caressing every inch of you he could.

Your body tingled with sensations his ministrations were causing. You became lost to all but him and his body. That night he made sensuous love to you and worshipped your body, joining with you as he filled you with his member and his seed over and over long into the night. He reveled in your moans and hearing his name on your lips, the feel of your hands in his hair and the feel of your nails down his back.

The next morning he woke you with a kiss and a promise of more later after he joins you for supper.

Every night for the next few months he would join you for supper then either sit in your chambers talking and making out with you or he would take you to bed and spend all night making love to you slowly or hot and hard depending on both yours and his moods. He was always careful to never hurt you and was always kissing and pleasuring you in some way.

One night though, he came to join you for supper as usual. Only this night he was withdrawn and quiet. He constantly was holding your hand or touching your leg or arm. When you asked him if he was ok, he just replied he had a rough day and Vasey had said something that upset him. He seemed to need the physical contact to reassurance that you loved him.

You pulled him over to your bed and sat down with him. You pulled him into a hug and laid down. He placed his head on your chest and the two of you cuddled for a while as you ran your fingers through his hair.

After a while he sat up and removed his weapons as usual, placing them on the nightstand. Then he pulled you up and helped you out of your clothing. He sat back down on the bed and pulled you to stand in front of him. He nuzzles your breasts and sucked on them making heat pool in your belly and drawing moans of pleasure from your lips. You leaned forward and pushed him down onto the bed.

You began to kiss your way down his body and when you came to his hard member, you took it in your mouth and began to suck and lick and draw deep rumbling moans from him.

When he was close to coming, he pulls you off of him and pulls you up onto the bed and makes passionate love to you, over and over filling you full to overflowing with his hot cum. Finally you both fell into a restful sleep curled against each other as your limbs were entwined.

Several hours later near midnight, you awoke to find Guy standing stark naked by the small window looking out at the stars. He looked sad and lost in thought, arms crossed across his chest.

Guy stood there, thinking about Vasey’s threat to hurt you when he ordered Guy to do something earlier in the day, and Guy had finally refused. Vasey told him if he didn’t do what he was told to, that Vasey would make it clear, he would not allow Guy to continue to enjoy your presence.

Guy was lost in his thoughts, realizing he had unwillingly put you in danger. Guy knew Vasey would use Guy’ relationship with you as leverage to get Guy to do anything Vasey wanted.

Guy didn’t hear you get up and come up behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your warm body against his chilly skin. He startled, then groaned as he felt your hands caress his belly and slide down to his member and you started to stroke him.

“Come to bed, my Love. Why are you standing by the window? It’s late, and cold. Come...or you catch your death from a cold!” you said to him as he turned in your arms.

He let you drag him back to bed and he sat down on the edge of it. He pulled you onto his lap and you kissed him sweetly and passionately as you began to grind against his erection.

Guy let out a long, low groan and held you tight. He nuzzled your neck telling you he loved you so much. After a few minutes, you lifted up enough to slowly impale yourself on his member and then you wrapped your legs around his waist and peppered his body with kisses and began to rock with his body back and forth. He groaned again and tucked your head against his chest and held it there with his cheek as he lowered his head to yours.

He murmured into your ear how much he loved you and how much your love and friendship has meant to him. “Stay with me always, my Love. Never leave me alone in this world, no matter what happens.” He begged. You promised him you would always be with him.

He caressed your back with one of his hands and then used it to hold you close as he began to thrust harder into you. Moaning and grunting, he grabbed your hips with one hand and held you tight to him. As he felt you get closer to your climax he heard you say, “ I love you Guy, I always have and always will.”

He squeezed you and held you so tight as you cried out as you came and he plunged his jeweled dagger into your back, piercing your heart.

He wept bitterly as he held you and came inside you one last time, filling you with his seed.

The last thing you heard him say before your eyes closed and you took your last breath was, “ I’m sorry, my love, this was the only way I could keep you safe from Vasey. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you any more, not here. I love you, y/n, now you can be where Vasey can’t hurt you and I know you’ll truly be safe.”

He held you and wept as he felt you go limp in his arms and he felt your last breath against his bare chest. He rocked back and forth holding your head and body against his chest telling you over and over that he was SO sorry, until he felt exhausted had no more tears left. He lifted you up and laid you on your side and positioned you so you cuddled your pillow.

He dressed and took a rag and cleaned off the dipping blood from your back. Then he closed his eyes and yanked the dagger from your back. He cried as he cleaned the blood from his dagger. He threw the rag into the fire and made sure it was fully burned. Then covered you up and kissed you one last time. “Wait for me, my love. Watch over me and wait for me. Be at peace. I love you.”

Then he quietly left your room and went to his own chamber and cried himself to sleep.

The next morning Vasey was furious when the maids found you dead in your bed and no one but Guy knew how it happened. Guy said nothing only shrugging when Vasey asked how it had happened.

Vasey blames Robin Hood for the death and ordered Guy to get Robin ‘or else’!

Despite Guy’s best efforts he could not catch Robin.

A week after your death, Guy had had enough of Vasey. Guy missed your company and felt empty without you. He knew his time serving Vasey was coming to an end. Robin kept eluding him despite all he did to try to catch the outlaw. It was only a matter of time before Vasey replaced him and killed him off. He refused to give Vasey that satisfaction.

After Vasey yelled at him, threatening him again for his failure to catch Robin; he went to his chamber, took off his jacket, and his weapons. Guy was in his black leather pants and black shirt and grabbed his jeweled dagger. He went over and faced the wall and pressed his forehead against the cool stone, steeling himself for what he was about to do.

He raised the point of the dagger to his chest over his heart, placed the hilt against the wall, and took a deep breath. Then he slammed his body into the wall, let out a grunt, and felt the dagger’s tip pierce his heart. He felt a small gust of wind caress his face and heard your voice and laugh “Welcome home, my Love!”

He slumped to the floor and sighed with relief as his vision blackened and his breath stilled. His trademark smirk on his face. Finally he was no longer at the whim of Vasey at finally felt at peace and could join you.

An hour later Vasey’s voice could be heard through the halls of the castle bellowing Guy’s name as they looked for Guy. Finally Vasey and some guards came to Guy’s room and found him slumped forward on the floor by the wall.

Vasey shrieked “NO! NOnononono! Damn it, not you too Guy!!!!” Vasey pulled Guy over so he was laying on his back and realized he was dead. His dagger plunged into his chest.

“GET ME ROBIN HOOD!!! I DONT CARE HOW YOU DO IT!!!! BURN SHERWOOD FOREST IF YOU HAVE TO BUT ROBIN WILL PAY FOR THIS!!!!” The sheriff bellowed. Not realizing that Robin hadn’t killed Guy.

The spirits of Guy and you watched Vasey’s reaction to finding Guy’s body and Guy’s spirit chuckled. “Serves him right. Now he will have to explain to Prince John how he let this happen. And Good luck with that Vasey! No one can catch and kill Robin Hood! So long Vasey!” Guy said and took your hand. You both turned and happily walked into the spirit realm happy and finally at peace.

@thetherianthropydaily @queenofmankind @fizzyxcustard @deepestfirefun @dumbassunderthemountain

#bbc robin hood #sir guy of gisborne #smut and fluff #suicide #murder #threats #love

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willow-salix · 4 years

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Anyone want to see Selene try (and fail) to play video games with Alan?

Day 54 of Isolation on Tracy Island and I almost killed Alan today. Mostly because he was laughing so hard he kept choking, wheezing and forgetting to breathe.

What, you might ask, was so funny? Well, he tried to teach me to play a computer game with him. And let's just say… I'm not a natural.

"I'm bored," I whined, stretching out a foot and poking Alan with my toe. "Entertain me."

He looked at me. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know, suggest something."

"You won't like anything that I want to do."

"I promise I will, I'll give anything a go at the moment, I'm that bored."

"Fine," he handed me a VR headset and a set of hand controllers. "Let's play."

"Oh, oh no! No, this is not for me. Boy, you know I'm a technophobe, I don't play games, I just can't get my head around them."

"You promised you'd try," he reminded me, an evil glint in his eyes and an even eviller smirk on his face.

"Crap." I sighed and slid the heavy goggles onto my face. "You had better pick something easy."

There are, as it turns out, two versions of easy, Alan easy, and me easy. He picked Alan easy, which should be considered very hard for me.

"What are we playing?" I asked.

"Cavern Quest," he replied. "You'll love it, I even set you up with a witch character to go with my Knight. You'll do great."

At least someone had faith in me. Though unfortunately that faith was about to be short lived.

"How do I walk?" I called after him as he sped off like a streak of lightning. Boy was rapid. "Come back!"

"Just use the thumb controls of the left controller to move, push forward or backwards to go forward or backwards and side to side to move left or right."

I pushed forward and was instantly face to face with the floor.

"What happened?"

"You fell over. You ran into a stump."

"Poop. How do I get up?"

"Push up! Just push the direction you want to go."

I pushed up and ended up looking at the stars. .

"Erm…help?"

"Hang on, I'm coming."

A hand grabbed mine and hauled me to my feet.

"Thank you."

"Want me to guide you to the first level?"

"Yes, yes I do."

He towed me along by the hand until we zoomed through a curved doorway into what looked like a castle hall.

A king sat upon a pretty nifty throne, so I guessed that my assumption had been correct.

"Welcome, brave warriors," he boomed. "I am grateful for your assistance. I shall give you five quests, each one more challenging than the last. Complete them all and you will win your place within the ranks of nobility and become a Knight of the Realm."

"Fancy," I commented.

"Prove your valour and recite the Cavern Quest oath."

Alan nudged my character, and I think me in real life as I felt it in my ribs.

"Just keep up if you can," he whispered then launched into what I assumed was the oath.

"With mystic blades and fire ore, we pledge our honoured best. Many shall fall for only a noble few will pass the test! So come more worthy heroes and bring forth the cavern quest!" Alan finished triumphantly.

"Mystic ore…nobel us…test…Cavern Quest…" I mumbled, the only words I could catch. Alan didn't look impressed.

"You have pledged your fealty, you may now enter."

A set of doors opened before us and Alan dragged me through.

"You have to be on your guard now. You're a witch, so you fight with spells. Use the buttons on your right controller to cast. You simply swoosh and point and hit the right buttons."

I lifted my right hand and swooshed, hitting a random button with my thumb. A shot of red light flew out of my hand and blew up a rock. "Dang."

Alan cracked up laughing but soon sobered as out of the trees lumbered a gigantic troll. He dived at the troll, hammering it with his sword.

"Cast a spell!" he yelled as I shrieked and dived out of the way, trying to karate kick it.

"Oh, yeah, I'm magic," I remembered, fumbling with the controller. I bashed buttons madly, swinging my arm like I was batting away a fly. Coloured sparks shot this way and that, but the only thing I succeeded in hitting was Alan.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!" I yelled back. I risked moving a little closer and fell over again.

Alan defeated the troll and picked me back up again, moving us through the rest of the level. It didn't come naturally or easily for me.

"How do I jump?" I demanded.

"Left trigger!"

"Why am I stuck?"

"Because you're in a bush!"

"Why did I just die?"

"Because you fell in lava!"

"HIIIIYAAAAAHHHH take that you beast!"

"That's a dog not a werewolf! Stop hitting him with that stick!"

"Oops."

"No! Don't go through…there."

"I can't see! I'm blind!"

"You walked into a wall and you're still walking."

"Why can't I move?"

"You just got yourself stuck in a corner, turn around!"

"Why did I die this time?"

"That tree just fell on you."

I screamed like a banshee when something swooped down out of nowhere and attacked me. I flailed and somehow my thumb hit a button and my hand moved the right way and suddenly the gargoyle was in flames on the floor.

"You did it!"

"I did?"

"Yeah!"

"Cool. See? I got this."

Turned out I didn't got it at all.

We fought our way through the dark forest, taking out elves, fae and the odd goblin. Alan did the majority of the work while I set to work on a few puzzles, all of which provided me with new spells to add to my arsenal.

"For this bit you need to change your form, you cast a spell and become something smaller, like a rat or a toad."

"I can do that?"

"Duh, you're a witch. Use that new spell, it's easy, left, right, right, left, up."

"I wanna be a cat!"

"Then select the cat!"

I toggled along the options until I found a cat and hit the button. A flash of light, a puff of smoke and boom, I was a cat.

"This is so cool! I'm a cat! I have ears! Look at my tail! I can swish." I wiggled my butt back and forth. "Swish, swish, swish,"

"We don't have time for you to play with your tail. You need to go through that pipe and push the button."

I did as I was told and actually managed to complete the mission, opening up a gate for us to go through.

"Now return to yourself."

"I'm stuck! I'm stuck! Alan, help me!"

"You were supposed to get out of the pipe first!"

"You could have told me that!"

"It's common sense!" he yanked at my arms. My avatar didn't budge.

"You're too stuck and you're crushing your own lungs. I'm gonna have to kill you. Sorry about that."

"Just make it quick," I begged. I closed my eyes as he raised his sword.

We moved on once I blinked back into existence after my slaughter at the hand of my team mate. Alan handled all the quest points like the pro that he was, instructing me to go around each area, smash up as much stuff as I could and collect all the objects that fell out.

"Just get all the coins, potion ingredients and magical objects, I'll protect you and do the rest," he promised.

I nodded and proceeded with my one woman rampage of the scenery. I was a button basher, that's all I seemed to be able to do. I found it impossible to coordinate more than one button or movement at a time. I was just about managing to walk, maybe jump and land at a push, everything else was pure dumb luck.

"Yes! Take that you ugly box! Boof! Ha! Give it up, give it all up, I know you've got some gold in there. Quit holding out on me." I smacked the box with an axe that Alan had taken from a suit of armour one level back. The box refused to allow itself to be looted. "Gimme it!!! Gimme the gold! Make me rich, baby!"

I bashed a series of buttons as quickly as I could.

"Why am I a goat? Alan, I'm a goat! Why am I a goat?"

"You cast a spell, change back!"

I tried. "I'm a cow! This is worse!"

He had to stop beating up a wild boar to run over and fix me, laughing the entire time.

"Don't laugh at me! You're body shaming me!"

He actually had to hold his breath for a few seconds to calm down before he could talk me through getting back to my former self.

"Thanks."

I returned to the chest and tossed a spell at it and to my deep joy it splintered apart." Yes!" I scooped up the gold and tucked it away into my bag. I was kinda getting the hang of this.

"Come on, we gotta move!"

Alan leapt up onto the battlements and raced along the wall. I jumped up after him… and promptly fell off the other side and hit the ground.

"Crap!" I yelled as I blinked out of existence and appeared on the other side of the wall again.

It took me six goes to manage the jump, move, run routine, by which time Alan had given up waiting and was half way down the stairs that led to the great hall where the sounds of an epic battle could be heard raging.

"Alan! Don't leave me!" I raced after him and immediately ran into a door that I forgot to open first. I finally made it to the hall after getting wrapped in a spiders web, stuck in a cupboard, setting myself on fire and accidentally drinking a potion that turned me into a ghost for twenty minutes. But at least that gave me a breather to wander around and wail at nothing, kinda like I felt like doing in real life at that moment.

"What took you so long?" Alan called as he slashed at a dark elf that had just thrown a spear at his head.

"I got caught up, but I'm here now. What can I do to help?"

"Anything!" he yelled desperately.

I took him at his word, throwing spells randomly, hitting maybe one intended target out of twenty.

I swung my axe, whacking at anything that came close enough for me to hit.

"Ha! Take that you twat! Come closer so I can kill you easier!"

"I don't think life works that way," I heard John comment.

"How the…?" I looked all around and almost got hit by a flying shield. "Gahhhh," I screamed, ducking out of the way.

"Try hitting it again?" Scott suggested.

"Shut up! I'm trying to stay alive here!" I yelled back.

"Try harder," Gordon encouraged.

"Duck!" Alan yelled and it took me a second to realise he was actually being helpful. I dropped to my knees and just about avoided death by turkey leg.

I'd like to say that I held my own, but I'd be lying. I failed miserably and had to be rescued by Alan another five times just to make it to the end of the level. Though I did manage to trip over my own foot, but then a vengeful knight tripped over me where I was sprawled out on the floor, so I suppose that was a good thing.

"Nope, I'm done, I'll never get the hang of this," I tugged off the headset to find everyone sitting around, watching me.

"How long were you there?" I asked.

"Long enough," Virgil grinned.

"Swish, swish, swish," Scott wiggled his eyebrows at me. I glared in return.

"Lady Witch," John bowed, offering me an apple from the fruit bowl. "I wish to engage your services."

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm a mercenary now, I only accept precious jewels or things of high value. You got any potions about your person?"

"How about a dirty old bar of gold? Will that suffice?"

I pretended to think about it. "Deal." I held out my hand. "You good sir, just hired yourself a witch."

I've got no idea what I just agreed to but I'd just survived an epic quest and now I know I can handle anything. He won't be too mean to me, will he?

#alan tracy #Isolation Island #Cavern Quest #Thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds oc #thunderbirds 2015

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sounddrive · 4 years

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Save A Plate

A/N: Hello @marinmuffins! I’m your Cupid this year! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I’ve had writing it.

A part of @thearcanasecretcupid‘s Secret Cupid Exchange for this year.

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Today was the day that Marín was going to make her favorite dish with the love of her life. First things first though: they needed to get up and out of bed!

Unfortunately, the bed is very warm and very comfortable…

Marín slowly stretches herself out, her joints popping with the effort. Partly unintentionally, her limbs knock into Asra’s body. The cloud-headed magician grunts upon contact, mumbling intelligibly.

“Asra,” Marín whispers, gently shaking him by the shoulder. “Asra!”

“Mm-wha?” Asra replies, eyes remaining closed.

“C’mon, we need to go to the docks!” she insists, starting to shake him forcefully. “C’mooooooon!”

“Five more minutes?” Asra mumbles, finally cracking an eye open.

“Nice to see your pretty eye,” Marín giggles, kissing his closed eyelid. “Can I see the other one?”

Asra opens his other eye, only to simultaneously close the other one. Marín laughs, rousing her love from his determined slumber.

Going? Faust exhales sleepily, slowly slithering herself out of her coils.

“After breakfast,” Marín reassures, booping Faust’s snoot.

Breakfast!

Finally getting up, Asra twists his wrists around. Conjuring water out of thin air, he folds the streams of moisture into palm-sized spheres. He rotates them around, scrubbing the sleep out of his face and eyes.

“You’ll pull your hair out if you’re not careful,” Marín lightly chastises, gently waking up the stove salamander.

“I’m careful!” Asra retorts, dissipating the balls of water.

Patting his face dry with a small towel, he joins her at the kitchenette. Once within reach, Asra gives her a kiss on the cheek. He ends up resting his chin on her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her soft middle. His nose is tickled by her brown locks, making his nose twitch.

“You sneeze on me I’m banning you from not helping me,” Marín chuckles.

“Aww, but I love my spot,” Asra pouts, squeezing her in one last hug before he sighs, moving to help get breakfast together.

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Later...

The main reason why Marín wanted to get first dibs on shrimp at the docks was due to the last time they purchased some. To say the least, everyone that ate the paella had stomach problems for about a week. Marín wants to avoid that disaster from happening again, hence the early appointment.

The docks are foggy this time of morning. Marín’s and Asra’s conjured balls of light help them see their way forward. Their familiars are settled around their shoulders, keeping their necks warm.

Smelly, Bianca complains, snuggling closer to her magician.

“We’ll be in and then out,” Marín promises the white ferret. Gently patting Bianca’s head, she listens as the fishermen start to hawk their wares.

“Who’s your seller again?” Asra murmurs, squinting in the fog.

“At the end of the pier,” she reminds. “I’m glad we found him when we got back.”

After everything, especially after the Masquerade, this sort of exchange was something Marín looked forward to having every once in a while.

Upon reaching the end of the pier, they find the shrimp monger unloading his catch of the day.

“Marín! Asra!” he greets, laughing as they approach. “How are you two today?”

“F-fine,” Asra answers, his reply distorted by his yawning.

“Not a morning person this one, huh?” the shrimp monger teases, winking at Marín.

“Not really,” she replies, laughing.

From there, Marín and the monger barter over prices, the back and forth interspersed with jokes and anecdotes.

Eventually, they settle on a fair price and weight. The pair of magicians pay the man in a mixture of coin from Marín’s purse and some trinkets Asra found on his travels.

Marín’s bouncing with glee as they head home. They drop off that haul atop a giant bowl of ice, covered in a towel to keep their shrimp fresh.

A quick change of clothes later, they head toward the Marketplace, eager to find the rest of the necessary ingredients.

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Mid-afternoon…

After they returned with the rice, saffron, vegetables, salt, pepper, etc, Asra and Marín flop into bed and nap. By the time they wake up, the sun’s already crawling down from its higher altitude.

Ah well; lunch is going to be dinner instead.

Marín tosses Asra an apron and they get on with preparing the meal. With the Stove Salamander roused once more, the two magicians made haste to start.

While the pair are busy with their tasks, Bianca and Faust amuse themselves with hide and seek. In the next room over, pillows are heard being hastily rearranged before the skittering of ferret paws and the slithering of scales against hardwood come toward the magicians.

“Oh be careful!” Marín gasps, laughing when the familiars flit between their feet.

“Faust, Faust that is cheating,” Asra gasps as Faust zips from the floor, up his leg, and coils around his shoulders. Bianca chirps, indignant at the morph.

No fair! Bianca complains.

“Now, now,” Marín tuts, placing her familiar on the table. “What did we say about running around our feet when we’re cooking?

Not to?

“Mhm,” the ferret’s magician nods. “After we’re done cooking and had dinner, you two can play then.”

With that, Bianca resolves to pout about her situation, turning around so her tail faces them.

“Are you going to be alright, Bianca?” Asra inquires.

Don’t talk to me, I’m angy.

“Fair enough.”

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Dinner…

“Yes!” Marín grins widely. She picks up Bianca, settling her around her shoulders as Asra carefully places the giant pan of paella into an equally giant plate upon the center of the table.

“I think we made too much,” Asra grunts, hefting the pan over to the sink.

“It’ll keep for two days,” Marín replies, fingers tapping upon the table. “I want to eaaaaaaat!”

“Okay, okay!” Asra laughs, shaking his head as he passes her a plate.

To say the least, the paella was the best the either of them had in a while.

“I hope to the gods we don’t get sick,” Asra murmurs, finishing his plate.

Marín nudges his leg with her foot in retaliation, sticking her tongue out.

“I’m just saying!” he exclaims, feigning pain as he rubs his leg.

When she returns to her plate, Asra surreptitiously moves his arm, aiming to poke her arm—

Of course, she catches him red handed. Dinnertime devolves into a poke/tickle fight. The two magicians end up chasing each other, laughing. Bianca hangs on for dear life on Marín’s shoulder; Faust is laughing from her spot atop Asra’s seat, watching them go back and forth across the second floor.

They will return to dinner, eventually, but for now, each magician was determined to pin their lover down and tickle them until they said ‘enough’.

#The Arcana #Asra #asra x apprentice #fan apprentice #thearcanasecretcupid2020 #thearcanasecretcupid #marinmuffins #my fic #my work #sounddrive

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BNHA Rewatch: Season 1 Episode 6 “Rage, You Damn Nerd”

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Episode 6, with the best most hilarious title ever! Tells you exactly what you’re in for.

Finally, Bakugo’s reaction! I seriously was waiting through all three episodes for this. Like a Hitchcockian bomb under the table. Almost literally!

Bakugou .exe has stopped working.

Aizawa starts his pattern of lying to Class A to get them to do their best. He kinda stops doing this after a while, I’m guessing because it doesn’t take lying anymore, just let Wonder Duo go running off at the mouth and they’ll do the job just as well.

Momo’s first line! I think we’re introduced to her in a method meant to make her seem a bit smug and condescending, which is interesting - Momo has a similar trajectory to Bakugou in some ways, introduced as Hot Shit and embarrassment used to break that ego, so this is important to keep in mind.

Aizawa and All Might seemed like they were gonna have a rivalry in early drafts and that got dropped. Anyway, I’m noting the timeline here, as All Might drops the info that this is April 8 (April Fool’s day was Last Week).

The friendship trio forms! Yay! (BTW I ship Uraraka and Iida, if you didn’t know.) We get a quick sum up of life at UA (sob why can’t my school be more like this) and then transfer on to the start of the Battle Trial Arc. Here it goes!

Everyone’s in costume! I figured I’d use my fave Costumes for my ranker today, so I’ll comment on them below. (BTW I loved this arc a lot the first time around. I adored how perfect it feels as a simulated Heroes v Villains exercise.)

All the detailed info on designing costumes and enrolling quirks is another thing I enjoy about BNHA; it feels like such a well-realized world, probably the most fully realized one I’ve encountered in some ways. Horikoshi is so obsessive over details, I love it.

And it actually serves as a means to illustrate character. Since they designed the costumes themselves, everyone’s choices tell you a little something about who they are. I think that both Deku and Kacchan’s costumes are designed to look like All Might’s - both have pointy hoods like his spiky hair, both have metal gear around the neck, etc. They look alike, yet opposite.

Deku’s first costume is so doofy looking, though. And it’s kind of symbolic of his whole issue at this point: he wants too badly to be like All Might, so he covers up his own face with a mask that has this weird, distorted fascimile of All Might’s hair and smile. He really needs to up that confidence!

This is followed by an adorable sequence of All Might trying to be a teacher and explaining the rules of the BTA. I totally empathize with All Might here; starting at a new job like this can’t be easy. (now I’m thinking about the “Even Idiots Can be Teachers” joke in Episode 52 and laughing)

I wish there was more to comment on with the BTA teams. A few of them feel important. Kaminari and Jirou, of course; one of my ships, they hang out a lot. Also , Ojiro/Tooru, and Tsuyu/Tokoyami get teamed up here (but not Momo and Shoto or Kiri/Mina, so I refuse to call it a shipping pattern). Ashido and Aoyama have a bit of a rivalry going on that starts here. Everyone else’s is pretty random.

And now the fated showdown of destiny! Well, the first time, anyway. I could watch these two fight all day. The whole series could just be them fighting each other back and forth and yelling while YSR plays and I’d be fine.

Bakugou is so salty about Deku! The first time around, of course, he just comes across as an asshole. Rewatching it though, it does seem fairly reasonable to be pissed off that Deku’s apparently been lying to him this whole time (because he doesn’t know about OFA, and Deku didn’t even both to lie to him like he did to his mom), and they are fighting in an organized combat mission, so his behavior here makes total sense in hindsight. Amazing how that character development works.

Uraraka is initially really blase about doing well. in hindsight, I think one of her flaws (at this stage, anyway) was that she basically didn’t know what she wanted and pretty much coasted on Deku (she says as much during the sports festival). She gets over that quickly, but flaws make good characters, so I wanted to point it out.

Incoming Deku “Kacchan Sugoi” moment #1. I love this little twist, too, on the way we perceive Deku. He doesn’t want revenge on Katsuki or something like that. He wants to beat him (”the incarnation of victory”). Deku is not some frail flower needing protection from the world. Don’t let his cuteness fool you.

Deku is so effing cool here, TBH - brilliant, tactical, strong, and brings his rival down to earth by judo-tossing him. Damn, the animation on Baku hitting the floor though, you can feel that impact. No wonder he was so pissed! (Deku’s strategic mind is one of my favorite things about him. Also the symbolism in Baku blasting away part of his All Might mask! 1/2 of the whole!)

“From now on, Deku is the name of my hero!” Once again that trio of foil-y ness between Deku, Kacchan and Uraraka. I wonder if it’s a relic of when the series was originally gonna be them as a trio, a la Naruto/Harry Potter/etc, so they were designed to all foil each other in some way? It’s not as much in the series proper, but it’s interesting nonetheless. Also, You Say Run! Down the bottle! (3rd episode in a row).

In sum, I love this episode. Costumes! All Might teaching! The Battle Trial Arc! Bakugou being crazy (I mostly gush over Deku a lot, but I love Kacchan too. Crater-sized faults and all). And of course, all of the...

BKDK Corner:

Cute flashbacks! Adorable flashbacks are adorable. Little Bakugou is so arrogant; if he was an adult he would be insufferable, but because he’s just a kid it’s cute.

Now to get into a little analysis! This ep marks the first time we actually delve into the depths of Bakugou’s psyche, and basically to sum it up: He’s scared of Deku because he deep down knows that Deku is better than him, fearing that Deku will surpass him, and doesn’t understand why. It’s amazing how the characters introduced at this part of the series as simple archetypes (relatable hero, bully, nice girl, uptight boy) become so complex as the series goes on. Not to be taken at face value.

Uraraka changing the meaning of Deku is another moment that parallels the Deku/Kacchan and Deku/Ochaco dynamics. Again, I’m not sure what that means in the long run, only that paralleling Izuku’s romance subplot with his main rivalry has interesting implications.

“So, you know Bakugou? He’s kind of mean to you, right?” ‘“Yes but he’s also super amazing special awesome and cool and did I mention amazing? Let me present my eighty page thesis to you on why Kacchan is cool.” OK, exaggerating. But it is interesting how much Deku admires and looks up to Kacchan despite him being such a jerk, so seemingly the opposite of what Deku wants to be as a hero. Basic 2 sides/same coin stuff, of course. Kacchan has all the self-assurance, power and pride that Deku lacks (at least at this point).

Deku speaks fluent Kacchan and predicted exactly what he would do. He knows his S/O so well.

“I took notes on all amazing heroes, including you” Subtle, Deku. Wanna make your crush a little more obvious? (also check out the BNHA smash comic of this, where he takes it up a notch and reveals what a full-blown stalker he actually is).

This is definitely their lowpoint of antagonism, though. This early part of the series, where they’re both mad at each other. I do think that Deku never really hated Bakugou, though; he hates things about him, but not him as a person. (Deku is way too forgiving.) Bakugou hated him, but I think that’s fading away in the current timeline (so weird, the last time we saw these two in the manga they were chilling on a couch together and drinking tea. Such a crazy contrast with rewatching this!)

Best Girl of the Episode: Kyoka Jiro!

more info on her: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7FVXWFFm4w&t=481s

Ranker: Favorite Hero Costumes

5. Nejire Hado’s!

I’m not sure why, but she has one of my favorite costumes of the whole series. it looks so good on her, it’s simple and tells you who she is.

4. Izuku Midoriya’s (3.0)!

Deku’s third costume is amazing and looks cool. It’s sleek and powerful and badass, somehow taking that dopey baseline design and turning it awesome.

3. Camie Utsushimi’s!

It’s so simple yet so great. Bodysuit, white boots and that awesome Shiketsu hat. Yet it works. It looks cool, even with the boob window.

2. Katsuki Bakugo’s!

It’s so ridiculous and yet so perfect. Exactly what you’d expect Bakugo to design for his outfit. Keeping in character and suitably dark.

1. Ochaco Uraraka’s!

My favorite in the whole bunch. It looks so much like a space heroine super suit - I especially like it with the helmet. It’s all there for her quirk, too - there’s an explanation behind each piece of gear. (BTW, Bakugou and Uraraka had the same designer. They really lucked out!)

#my hero academia #season 1 episode 6 #rage you damn nerd #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #uraraka ochako #tenya iida #All Might #katsudeku #bakudeku #rage you damn nerd is such a great title #really says it all #bakugou is bad at feelings #is a hashtag for a reason #the rivalry manifests #i could write an essay on it #or twelve #i'll try and settle for recaps #for now anyway

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 5 years

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Passing Through

Part Two: Western Squall

A/N: You and Ryan finish playing on 16th street, and you show him around the area before the storm blows in, each of you learning a few things about the other.

Warnings: again none. floofy fluff. with a side of momentary sadness.

Word Count: 5,819 (yikes. idk guys, I just can’t seem to cut the details short when it comes to Ryan.)

Songs Referenced: Southbound

The last notes of the song you’d been playing left the piano keys and drifted off the strings of Ryan’s guitar, floating away on the rapidly chilling air. You glanced over at him as the small crowd that had gathered awarded you with a smattering of applause and a few crinkled bills dropped into the open case at Ryan’s feet. You caught him smiling, noting that his smiles came more from his eyes than his lips. The sun was glowing goldenrod behind blue gray clouds, trying furiously to burn them away. But the gleam in his soft nutty irises would have done a better job of banishing the approaching storm. He lifted his gaze from the body of the guitar, and you sucked in a breath as those warm eyes landed on you. He blinked once before one reddened cheek rose as his smile grew. You felt a wave roll though your stomach that had nothing to do with how hungry you were, and everything to do with what it had just felt like to play with Ryan.

You felt an awed expression take up residence on your face, adrenaline and emotion simultaneously causing a tear to materialize, and a giggle to bubble forth. You swiped the frozen tear away with the back of your hand. That felt… It hasn’t felt that good to play in… You’d played with plenty of talented musicians- in studios, on street corners, in bars and basements- but none of them had been quite like Ryan. When he sang, it wasn’t just with his mouth. He sang with his lungs and his eyes and the tilt of his head, with the furrows in his brow. When he played it wasn’t just with his fingers, but with his whole hands, sometimes plucking lightly, other times attacking the strings, with his shoulders raised and his foot stomping as he rocked with the cadence of the song. He didn’t just play. He didn’t just sing. He made music, like a magician conjuring something from thin air. You fell into harmony with him on the songs you sang together, and he adjusted the tempos he was used to to match the slower or faster ones that you played. It felt like you’d rehearsed together for weeks instead of having only met that morning. It was like he understood the things that you felt when you sang, like he could feel them, too, and he was trying to translate them with the help of the glossy maple instrument that was just as much part of him as his long limbs. Playing with Ryan was like reading through your journal and finding passages that you’d forgotten about, and then remembering what you were thinking when you’d written them.

He noticed you wiping at another tear and his eyebrows came together in a quiet question. You shook your head, wrinkling your nose. Another involuntary, breathy laugh slipped out as just as silently you told him that you were fine. More than fine, this is... You felt light, like you could float away just like the song had, on the day of the year that you generally felt yourself heavy with sadness. You know why, Junebug. Serendipity. You could hear your mother’s words as clearly as if she were speaking them directly into your ear. You had to smile thinking about what she would think of Ryan, how she’d be unable to even attempt to hide the fact that she would think he was attractive, how she’d be enthralled with his talent and his passion for music, how she’d unabashedly try to hint that you would make a good couple, and how you would turn the same deep red shade of the piano that you sat before, shrieking “Mother!” while trying to disappear. Absurd. You heard him, he’s passing through. You’re just playing together, it’s just for today, just until the snow comes through. Luckily, a tall, bright faced woman broke you of your thoughts with compliments on your playing. You thanked her warmly as she dropped a $5 bill into the case. Ryan was wrapping up a brief conversation with a man and his son as the small crowd dispersed under the darkening sky. Soon it was just the two of you in the Garden Block; the two of you and the empty flower pots, the bare trees, and the painted piano. You spun on the bench, picking your knees up to your chin so that you could swing your feet up and around to face Ryan. You were about to say something, but he beat you to it.

“That was really sumthin’,” his eyes still twinkled, and you wondered if it could have possibly felt the same to him as it had to you. He laid his guitar across his lap, holding it there with both hands.

“Yeah,” you nodded, that awed expression still rearranging your features. “Yeah, it was. You’re really talented, Ryan.”

He swung his head down and to the side bashfully before facing you fully again. His cheeks looked a touch redder than the tip of his nose, and you knew it was from more than the cold. “Nah, I just-”

You shook your head emphatically, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees. “Uh uh.” You narrowed your eyes. “You don’t get to say ‘nah’ like that. Your music is… it’s beautiful, Ryan.”

“Well,” he flushed even more, “well, thank you.” Nodding, he stuck his chin out towards you. “You’re really good, too. You do this for a livin’?” He bent down to start counting and organizing the generous tips the two of you had garnered.

You sighed and sat back up, hugging your arms around yourself against the wind as it blew down the length of the mall. You reached down for your discarded sweater, re-layering. “No,” you said, sliding your arms into the sleeves. “I’m a bartender, who sometimes moonlights...er...daylights...as a musician.” You shrugged, pulling the sweater closed. “I used to play a lot more than I do now.” You sniffed. Change the subject. You’re feeling light, don’t weigh it back down. “We just played for,” you checked the time on your phone, eyebrows flying upwards in shock. “Four hours?! Holy cow!” You looked up at him, and saw that the surprise was mutual. His lips parted and you saw a white flash of teeth as he smiled again. He’s so happy… this makes him so happy. “Are you as hungry as I am?” You reached down for your bag, slinging it over your arm. “I’m starving.”

Ryan finished dividing the cash into two piles, folding one in half and tucking it into the beat up leather wallet he pulled from his back pocket, extending the other pile out to you. You took it with a soft “thank you”. You didn’t unfold and actually count, but from what you could see and the thickness of the stack in your hand, you’d made almost a hundred bucks a piece. That’ll make Max pretty happy, Mom, what do you think? You silently spoke to the wind, smiling inwardly. Ryan scooped up the coins from the case and laid the guitar in the felt lining before answering your question. “Yeah, I could eat.”

You grabbed the two empty coffee cups from hours before and crossed the garden block to toss them in the trashcan while Ryan hoisted the guitar case and an overstuffed backpack that you hadn't noticed earlier onto his shoulders. He stood waiting for you beside the piano, lightly pressing his thumbnail into the thick red paint to gauge just how many layers there were hiding beneath it. You smiled as you saw him do the same, seemingly pleased with the fact that there were at least thirty layers beneath the current one. “So this looks different every time?” He picked his head up to ask the question, completely intrigued by the musical artwork.

“Yeah, it’s pretty neat, huh?” You ran your fingers over the thick, rippled layers of weathered paint. “The city hires a new local artist every few weeks. I just love that it’s here, that people get to play...not everyone has the space or money, even for a little upright like this, you know?”

He nodded thoughtfully, smile faltering ever so slightly, and just as you were starting to worry that you’d said the wrong thing, the smile was back, reaching into his eyes.”I’m glad it’s here, too. People like you get to play it an’ make lots of other people happy.” The air felt heavy with the precipitation that was promising to fall, but standing so close to Ryan, the piano between you...it was like being inside a dome of sunshine and summer; like you couldn’t feel the blustery wind that was making passersby huddle further into their coats.

You laughed and thanked him for the compliment, again thinking to yourself that it had been too long since you’d played. Don’t get into that now. “So,” you cleared your throat. Turning your head slightly to give him a look of mock skepticism you asked, “How do you feel about tacos?”

He tugged on the straps of his case and pack. “Is this a test?” He narrowed his eyes, but you could see the smile twinkling inside of them.

You pulled your phone out and typed a quick text, nodding to his question. “It is. It is a test. Please answer honestly.” You were good at talking and joking with people because your job required those skills, but it was still astonishing how easy and genuine it felt to act that way with him after so few words and such little time. With customers, especially the ones you knew were fly by day and wouldn’t become regulars, there was always a level of disconnect, because no matter how funny the jokes were or how silly the stories, you knew that the relationship hinged on the fact that you were supplying them beverages, and they were supplying you with the ability to pay your rent. Between you and Ryan there was only music, and that was free. This is easy… why is he so easy to be around?

“Well, I feel good about tacos,” he chuckled, a puff of white vapor coming from his mouth as his warm breath hit the frigid air.

You feigned extreme relief. “Oh good, so you can be trusted.” You started walking in the direction of your flavorful destination, and Ryan fell into step next to you just as effortlessly as he had after leaving the coffee shop. “I know the best place in the city, just a few blocks down in Larimer Square.”

He was listening to you, you could tell, but you noticed that his eyes were up and flitting from one thing to the next. You passed a few specialty food stalls, smoke wafting out through aluminum vents, filling the air with sweet, meaty, and spicy smells. You saw him notice the handwritten menu signs and the way that pots, pans and other cooking utensils were hung or stored. In one brightly colored stall, a heavily tattooed cook was dicing green chillies, knife flashing as he proudly and confidently brought the blade down over and over against the hard block of the cutting board. Just next to the impromptu and constantly changing food court, a few more stalls were occupied by artisans and crafters selling beaded jewelry, tie-dyed clothing, intricate dream catchers and small wood carvings. You glanced over at Ryan and you could tell that he was just itching to get closer, to watch the crafters work. “You wanna check that out?” You asked, gesturing toward the woodworker’s stand.

He nodded enthusiastically, already taking a step towards the weathered older man with a kind face and scarred up hands who sat whittling objects and trinkets of all sorts. Ryan’s eyes were on the man’s hands, noting how the artist held his tools, and it struck you how present he was, how attentive and detail focused he was. “Lookit the way the wood curls fall,” he pointed to the floor where a pile of thin ribbons of oak shavings grew. “Twistin’ like that… wood’s hard, ya know? Wouldn’t think it could do that… it’s… there’s beauty in that,” He shrugged, eyes twinkling, focused on the discarded bits and not the ornate piece in the crafter’s hands. Most people walk right on by and here he is stopping to notice the scraps. He turned to you, a far off wistful look on his face. “Growin’ up I used to sit on my grandaddy’s porch and he’d carve all sorts of things...whistles, ornaments, little trains and boats for me’n my cousins to play with.” A twangy voice accompanied by a sad guitar and a lonely fiddle came through speakers inside the woodworker’s stall, and you could tell that Ryan knew the song by the way he tapped his thumb against his thigh in time with the music.

“He ever teach you how to make anything?” You imagined carving tools and a fresh block of golden wood held in Ryan’s tattooed fingers, imagined him liberating birds and bears and fish and trees from the cubes of unfinished oak, whistling or humming or tapping his boot against the floorboards of a porch as he did.

Ryan laughed. “Nah,” he winked and you weren’t ready for the way that wink made your insides dance. “He didn’t trust me with anything sharp back then, and I can’t say I blamed him much. My cousins an’ I were troublemakers with a capital T.”

You laughed and he joined in. “Pockets full of frogs? Pulling girls’ pigtails? That sort of thing?” You guessed.

“How’d you know?” He asked, and you watched as a birthmark beneath his eye was nearly lost to the crinkling of his lifted cheeks.

“Wild guess,” you shrugged. You asked him if he wanted to purchase anything from the stall and he hesitantly answered “no”, peeling his eyes away from the rapidly accumulating splinters and curls at the carver’s feet. His gaze lingered on a small freight train figurine on the table for a few extra seconds, and his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he didn’t, just turned to face you with those quiet, soft leather eyes. “Alright,” you rose on your toes to look over his shoulder, making sure that the shuttle bus wasn’t about to barrel down the mall. Once you knew you were in the clear, you bumped your elbow to his. “Onward. One more stop before lunch, if that’s okay with you.”

He stepped down off of the curb as you did. “Sure, lead the way. Not often I get the locals tour of a new city.”

“Hardly a tour, Ryan,” you smirked at him. “I haven’t even taken you to any historic sites or taught you any fun facts. You should demand a refund.”

His jovial laugh rang through the cold afternoon, and you noted how empty the street had become- a few stragglers heading towards light rail stops and rushing into buildings to escape the increasing chill. “Do you know any fun facts?”

“Well, no,” you admitted, and he laughed again. “But I could make some up,” you offered, remembering the “tours” your mother used to take you and your brother on when you were visiting new places, the “facts” that she’d conjure- see that building? It was once a clock factory, but the man who worked there discovered the secret to time travel, and he built a clock that took him away to another time, and he was never heard from again. Now it’s a pizzeria, but you can still hear the gears and the chimes from the clocks that used to be built there. You and Eli, in your infinite naivety and desire for magic to be real, would oooh and ahhh at her stories, and even well after you knew that they were fictional, you’d giggle over the stories fondly. You were quickly approaching the next stop on what Ryan had labeled a tour, and you turned to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t actually make you listen to a bunch of phony facts.” You nodded towards the storefront to your left- Max’s Music Shop- big red neon guitar hanging above the door, lit up against the colorless winter scene. “Just have to run in here real quick to drop something off. You wanna come in?”

You saw his eyes land on a beautiful Alder guitar with a Rosewood fretboard and a colorful, hand embroidered strap. They roved over the curves of the instrument hungrily, mouth dropping open and a small “wow” slipping out as he raised his hand to the glass. “Think they’d let me play that one?” He asked, a hopeful lift in his tone.

You smiled warmly, thrilled to be able to give him good news. “Yeah, I think so. Max is a friend.” You didn’t think Max would be okay with it, you knew he would, and you knew that once he heard Ryan play he’d be eager to invite him back any time. You opened the door, a bell jingling pleasantly above you, and again Ryan’s canvas sleeved arm came from right behind you to hold it for you. You thanked him, looking up and over your shoulder to see that he was looking down at you with excitement clear and present all over his face, the wind blowing the feathersoft hair that stuck out from his cap behind his ears, grin visible under the patchy facial hair that ranged down his neck in some places, and you felt your stomach do another flip. It feels so good to be close to him...this is...I need to stop... again you felt like you were enclosed in his sunny aura, simply by sharing proximity. Your breath caught as his hand brushed yours, completely accidentally, as it came down from the door. You recovered quickly as Max’s face lit up from behind the counter, and he came around to give you a hug.

“Hey! Junebug!” His bright blue eyes shone with genuine excitement to see you. “How you been? Who’s your friend?” He stepped back from you, swiping his blonde hair from his eyes with one hand, the tattered sleeve of his sweater pulled down to his fingers.

You stepped aside. “This is Ryan, we met this morning when I spilled coffee on some asshat in Caribou.” Max shook Ryan’s hand, both men smiling, quietly appreciating the other’s clear love for music. You turned back to Max. “He’s the best guitarist I ever heard, Max. Can you grab that beauty in the window so he can treat us both?”

Ryan flushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears at your compliments as Max excitedly strode to the window to remove the guitar in question. He brought it over to the side of the shop that had two wooden boxes that served as seating, a faded blue Turkish rug spread out on the floor. “Have a seat, Ryan,” Max gestured to the boxes with his free hand, and Ryan did as he was instructed, completely enamored by the shiny lacquer that covered the unique grain of the guitar’s body. You sat on the second box as Max handed the guitar over, and watched it trade hands, a sort of whimsical enchantment filling the shop’s small space as Ryan’s fingers closed around the neck.

“Thank you, sir,” he directed his words to Max, but his gaze was stuck on the instrument in his hands, gleaming just as much as the shiny wood. Max nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall behind him, one leg bouncing in anticipation of hearing Ryan play.

You watched as Ryan adjusted his position on the wooden seat, propping the guitar comfortably in his lap as though he’d been acquainted with the instrument for years, as though they were very old friends and not strangers. He strummed his fingers over the strings, delighting in the sound, forehead creasing in concentration as he introduced himself to the bridge and the sound hole, carefully twisting one of the pegs at the top of the headstock. You watched him with the same enraptured awe that he watched the wood carver with, eyes following his fingers from the headstock back down to the strings, and held your breath as he began to play.

You heard Max let out a surprised sound as Ryan started plucking away with his right hand, the honey sweet, magical music filling the small shop almost instantly. You watched the way the knuckles of his left hand moved, pressing down tightly on the strings over the neck before springing away to free the vibrations. Without realizing it you were tapping your foot and your cheeks were aching at the smile his song induced. He only sang a few lines, lyrics having to do with heading south, following the weather to where it’s warm, and travelling by train, and you felt utterly immersed in the song, in the story that we has telling with his words and the way that his body curved around the guitar, the way that his hands increased and decreased pressure on the instrument to denote different volumes, tones and feelings. You only got to sneak a few glances at him while the two of you played, as you were wrapped up in your own playing, the movement of your own fingers as they flew across the keys, and now, surrounded by banjos and ukes, drums, violins, flutes and other musical equipment, now you got to take in the visual aspect of his performance as much as the audible. He quieted the strings by laying his palm flat against them as the song came to a close, and you and Max launched into applause as that flattered red flush came back to Ryan’s face. He smiled sheepishly at his hands before looking up and thanking you and Max.

“Junebug didn’t lie, man, you are extremely talented...you ever record? I have equipment and a studio at home and I’d love to work with you if you’re interested…” Max was speaking quickly like he did when he was excited, and you were thrilled to see Ryan’s eyes flicker with surprise and interest when Max mentioned recording. They spoke briefly about setting up time to record, and you stood, crossing the room to give them privacy. You lingered near the counter, examining a colorful steel drum that you’d seen Max mess around on before.

“Yeah, I’m only in town for a few days,” you heard Ryan explaining to Max, “But I could be headin’ back this way in the Spring, could I call you then?”

You froze, your fingers finding the divets in the steel drum’s basin, as an inappropriate feeling of disappointment hit you at the idea that Ryan would be gone in a few days, just like the snow that had yet to start falling. Stop it, you told yourself for what felt like the eightieth time that day, you’ve known lots of traveling buskers, shit you were one for a long time, you know how this works. Max’s cheery voice broke through your disappointed thoughts as he agreed that any time would be the right time and that the offer would stand for whenever Ryan found himself back in Denver. They shook on it, both of them grinning, and the warmth that came from Ryan’s smile banished some of the sting of his imminent departure. You resumed tapping the steel drum as they walked over to where you were standing.

“So, Max, I did actually drop in to give you something,” you pulled the folded stack of cash from your bag and handed it over to Max. Ryan’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as your tip money changed hands. “For the Lois Walsh Junebug Jam Musical Education Program,” you announced, though you knew that Max knew what the money was for. You’d been donating in your mother’s name since you met Max almost four years ago amd learned that he ran private music lessons for kids who couldn’t afford their own instruments, letting them play either second hand instruments at the shop, or his own older guitars and violins at home. You’d been wanting to do something in your mother’s honor since she passed almost seven years ago, and you’d known that you wanted it to be music related, as everything in your mother’s life had been. Twice a year you’d come into the shop and hand over a wad of cash, and twice a year he’d tell you about the kid whose day you made when he was able to present them with their very own trumpet, bass, or flute. Max beamed and thanked you, professing how proud of you your mother would be despite never having met her. You could tell that Ryan wanted to ask questions or say something, but he refrained from doing so until the two of you were back outside.

Though the mountains were behind you, you didn’t have to see them to feel the cloud shelf advancing. Having already swallowed the peaks it would undoubtedly be hanging low over the foothills now, snow blowing about, riding the Western Squall that was on its way into the city. You sniffed against the cold, and against the little rush of emotion that donating on your mother’s behalf always gave you, and when you turned towards Ryan, you were only slightly surprised to see him already looking at you thoughtfully. “That’s a real nice thing you’re doin’, Junebug,” he was quiet, and though he couldn’t know the details about the fund you’d helped Max set up, it was clear that he could tell there was a very personal connection there, and he wasn’t going to push you to talk about it. Hearing him use that nickname, though, made the air evaporate straight out of your lungs. You recovered as quickly as you could with a smile and a little laugh.

“Oh you’re callin’ me Junebug now, are you?” You wrinkled your nose at him in mock disgust, but the truth was that if he forgot your real name and called you that forever, you’d be just fine with it. “But, thanks. I...Max is great, you know? Teaching music to kids and…” you shrugged. “I’m a shitty teacher, so if I can help him out in this way I’m happy to do it.” That was the truth, sans details that he didn’t need to know right now. “But!” you clapped your gloved hands together softly, “It’s taco time, come on you’ve gotta be ready to eat your fist at this point, I know I am.”

Ryan laughed and you lead him a few blocks further down 16th Street and around the corner to Larimer Square, strung year round with lights and banners, it’s cobbled sidewalks making it seem like a small town Main Street instead of one of the trendiest streets in Lower Downtown. You passed a few high end boutiques and eateries- a dress shop you couldn’t even afford to make a reservation in, a champagne bar you’d visited once on New Year’s Eve- and strolled along until you reached the sign for Tamayo, the lettering above the door enough to make your mouth start watering. Ryan stopped abruptly outside the restaurant’s front door. You were still chatting excitedly about the happy mistake that lead you to the carne asada wonderland you were about to experience, and hadn’t noticed that you’d lost him a few steps back. You spun on your heel to see him, shoulders slumped in front of the menu that was posted outside. He looked disappointed, and you immediately had a suspicion as to why. “Hey,” you called over to him, “You okay?”

He turned to face you, a slightly embarrassed look on his face that made you feel horrible. “Yeah, I just…” he looked down at his clothing; tattered tan cap pulled over his long and unruly hair, canvas coat that covered a maroon sweater, dark jeans stained in several places with a thick pair of gray gloves sticking out from his back pocket, paint and mud caked boots with frayed laces, before looking back up at the pristine building, looking through the windows at the tables with white cloths and small candles. “I don’t think I’m dressed for a place this nice.”

You looked down at your own appearance and back over at him. “Yeah,” you said, “Me either. Follow me.” You waved an arm.

He took a reluctant step towards you and paused again. “I don’t...this place, it’s...I don’t think I can really afford it,” he looked down at the sidewalk, and you wanted to take away any feeling of inadequacy that he ever felt. He was the kindest, most genuine, supremely talented person that you’d ever met, and he didn’t deserve to feel inadequate, ever.

“Ryan,” you reached out and touched his arm before you could stop yourself, the tips of your fingers sticking out from your gloves to feel the rough material of his coat. He looked down at your purple gloved hand, and then up to your eyes and you thought you might choke. You shook your head slightly and removed your hand as you continued. “I can’t really afford it either, Ryan.” You winked. “I know a guy that works in the kitchen- helped him out when his band was in a jam and needed a backup keyboardist for a few gigs- and he owes me...I told him payment in tacos was acceptable, and I hadn’t cashed in on it yet, so… come on, I texted him before we left the piano. I bet he’s got everything packed up already.”

He looked dumbfounded. “You’re usin’ your favor on me?”

“Least I could do after you told that asshole off in the coffee shop, and then…” You let out a breath. “And then you...we played together and I haven’t played like that in…” you sighed as the mild confusion on his face faded. “Yes, Ryan, I’m using my favor on you. Now come on.”

He followed you to a back door where your friend Josh was waiting, red and brown stains covering his white apron. He shivered as he extended the bag to you, and you thanked him, promising to get together to play sometime. He disappeared back inside, and you turned to Ryan brandishing the bag of spicy goodness. “Come on, I know just the spot for a picnic.”

Ryan seemed to have left his feelings of embarrassment and inadequacy back on the cobbled bricks of the sidewalk outside Tamayo’s front door, and you were immensely glad. You led him around another few corners until you were at the Colorado Convention Center, and you turned to catch his reaction to the enormous blue bear sculpture that had been added to the building’s exterior. It was positioned in such a way that made it look like the looming bear was trying to peer into the windows of the iconic building, and normally it would be flooded with tourists and visitors to the city, posing for pictures perched on its paw. The snow had finally started to fall, light but noticeable, so the area around big blue’s feet was completely empty. You climbed up on one of it’s huge paws and patted the flat area next to you, indicating that Ryan should join you. He shook his head, a delighted smile on his face banishing whatever he was feeling before and filling his eyes with wonder. He climbed up next to you and wiped his hands off on his jeans. “Painted pianos, secret little music shops…” he tilted his head back to appreciate the sculpture that he sat upon, “taco picnics and now bear statues… I thought you said this wasn’t a tour?”

“Ha, I guess...I guess it was. A tour of my Denver.” You passed him one of the two containers full of carne asada and chicken tinga tacos, and opened your own. You wasted no time in scooping up one of the soft corn tortillas, still warm from the foil pouch Josh had wrapped them in, and took a big, sloppy bite. One look over at Ryan and he was doing exactly the same, and you laughed, mouth full, as his tongue came out to try to catch some pico de gallo that was falling out of the shell in his hand. He was unsuccessful, instead shoving the whole thing in his mouth before sucking seasoning and sauce from his thumb. He shrugged and you laughed harder having swallowed the food in your mouth. “That’s how tacos work- shove it in and hope for the best.”

His eyebrows flew up under his hat and he froze before bursting with a loud laugh that echoed in the empty street and off the glass windows under the bear’s legs. It felt good, laughing with him, sharing your day… a day that you’d normally spend alone and certainly with less laughter. You leaned back against the behemoth sculpture and Ryan got more comfortable, too, and the two of you ate in a semi-silence punctuated by chewing and slurping noises, neither of you trying to eat gracefully around the other. When you’d finished your meal and Ryan his, you hopped down from the bear’s paw and waited for him to join you back on the ground.

“So, I was thinking-”

“So, can I ask you somethin’-”

You both spoke at once, and your heart hammered. Somehow, though you had no idea how or why, somehow you knew that he was about to ask you about the money you’d handed over in the music shop and what it was for and where the name Junebug came from and what you were doing downtown today and why it had been so long since you’d played music. What was worse than the idea of him asking these things, was the idea that you actually wanted to talk to him about it all… You were about to resign and say, “Sure,” when all of a sudden the wind changed, and the squall that had been threatening all morning dropped snow down on your heads relentlessly and you both focused on it instead of the double questioning that had almost happened.

“Where to, Junebug?” he asked, squinting against the flakes that fell sideways, blowing about on the wind to settle in his hair and on his long lashes. He keeps calling me that and it's going to be a problem, you smirked to yourself as you grabbed his elbow and lead him down an alley between the convention center and the building next to it, towards the light rail station.

“Let’s get out of the city, what do you say?”

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God Forgot Us (And the Devil Didn't Want Us) {Soulmate AU} [1]

Relationship: Egyptian Prince!Rami Malek X Guard!Male!Reader

Summary: You had never thought that on your third guard shift you would be sent to look after the prince.He wasn’t just any of the princes, no he was next in line for the throne! The soon to be pharaoh is said to be callous, cruel, but meeting him, you find he isn’t that at all. In fact, he’s pretty harmless! (Reshef is Rami in this. I changed it because Rami was not a popular nae in 2400 BCE Egypt!)

Warnings: Allusions to sex, maybe some cursing I don’t really remember, and ANGST! This entire series revolves around angst.

Word Count: 5,505

A/N: Hello hello again! And welcome to my Soulmate (ish) series! That’s right! This is the first part of a fifteen part series! Each chapter will be about this length, with new personalities every time, and a rotating cast of characters, and villains! I didn’t post anything yesterday because of the tumblr protest, but I’m back, and because I didn’t post yesterday, I’m posting the whole first chapter today! Moodboard for this is by @geeky-edits! Thank you so much! You should check them out, their moodboards are incredible! Anyways, please enjoy, and please reblog, it helps so much! <3

EGYPT 2400 BCE

“I can not believe this…” you mumble to yourself as you make your way through the large palace. “I get assigned to the prince…” You had been in the palace for all of two guard shifts, when the Great Pharaoh called you in to the throne room. You were nervous, you had never been in the presence of the Pharaoh, and your heart was pounding as he told you your assignment. To watch over the young prince.

You grumble to yourself as you pass the women and men who worked in the palace. Some of the chamber women who pass you laugh as you mumble to yourself about the prince. Everyone who talked to you about the prince said how mean he was to his guards, and how he always seemed to drive them away.

You skid to a halt outside of the prince's room, and look at the large stone doors that keep you from your new fate. You square your shoulders, steady your staff, and push the door open.

You walk into the room, a light breeze passes by, rustling your hair and the linen wrapped around your waist. The gossamer silk that covers the open accesses blow gently, and the opaque, gold fabric created a glowing light that seemed to encase anything it touched in a halo.

You walk in slowly, and say quietly to announce your presence, “My Prince?”

A head pops out from around the corner, and a grin plays on the young prince's face. His long hair is messy, unbrushed, long and curly. He was younger than you remember.

This is the prince? You think to yourself. He's so young!

“Are you just going to stare, or are you going to take me to my father?” The Little Prince asks, and you shake yourself out of your staring. You straighten your back, and grip you spear. The prince grins, and walks past you, brushing up against you. You feel your skin prickle as he touches it, leaving a chill that you didn't think possible in the warm Egyptian heat.

The prince walks out of the door, and you shake yourself again, following soon after.

“One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! Three! Four!” You call out as you move. There was no one else in the courtyard today but you, and you move your feet back and forth, your hand swinging your falchion back and forth. You feel the heft of the blade trying to take over your movements, but you control it, straining your muscles to keep yourself from involuntarily moving. You make sure every movement is crisp and clean, without any hint of fatigue in them.

You were given the day off, the prince meeting with his father, so you were taking that time to train. You've been with the prince about a week now, and you sort of understood why people ran with their tail between their legs. He was very flirtatious, setting his sights on anyone he could. He liked to touch as well, especially the guards, who most of the time have to sit and take it. Because the guards went without any armour while on shift in the castle, the young prince was given a show every time one of them walked through the door.

You didn't say you were necessarily put off by any of it, but sometimes when he did anything outside of his own private chambers, you could feel all eyes were on you. When he was alone, you didn't mind very much what he did, but it was never more than a few simple touches. The prince knew his limits, and when to not go further. He understands that he's the prince, and that means he has power, but he doesn't abuse it. If you tell him to stop, he stops.

It was very grown up of him, and to had to admit, he was less scary and much more respectful than people let on.

You realize in that moment, that must be what the prince has to go through, and that's why he's like that. Everyone assumes things about him, so if he makes sure some people know certain things, they'll be less likely to gossip. Maybe. You can't really know for sure unless you ask. It may just be because he's the prince.

You realize you had stopped moving, and let out a shaky breath, as you let your sword drop your arm. Sighing, you put everything away. Maybe thinking during training isn't the best idea. Some meditation is sure to clear your thoughts.

You straighten your back more, gripping your spear tighter as you hear the prince rustling awake. You stand outside the archway leading into where is bed is, and wait, until you hear him call out.

“Hello?”

You quickly turn, your back perfectly straight and your head held high, and you walk into the prince's Chambers. You place a fist to your chest, kneeling and bowing your head, before getting up and standing at the entrance to the room, keeping your eyes everywhere but the naked figure of the prince in front of you. While it was not uncommon to see the prince without his linens on, it was still a courtesy to give the royal family their privacy. Even though you hadn't been working for the palace for long, you understood what was courteous.

But unlike usual, the prince doesn't pick up the fresh linens brought in for him by the servant women. Instead, he walks up to you. You stiffen even more as the prince reaches out to brush along your bare shoulders. You shudder underneath the touch and the prince places his hand on your chest. It's warm, and a little uncomfortable in the ever-burning heat, but you don't have it in you to brush it off.

The prince leans forwards and whispers, “You are stunning today.”

You feel your cheeks warm and you say back in a professional tone of voice, “I wear the same linens every day, my prince.”

The prince chuckles and says, “Please, if we are to be friends, you must call me Reshef.”

You nod and comply with his request. “Reshef.” It sounded nice on your tongue. You know the Pharaoh and his wife wanted a strong son, but naming him after the god of war is a bit on the nose.

The Prince, Reshef, smiles and looks up at you, placing another hand on your neck. You feel him tugging at your long hair, held back by a simple piece of leather cord. “You know, I am to become Pharaoh when my father dies,” he says.

You nod. “Yes My- Reshef,” you quickly correct, and Reshef smiles as you do, leaning in towards your face now.

“When I am Pharaoh I can have whatever I want.” He sounded like a child, but you didn't particularly care. Having the prince in front of you with no clothes on, a prince with no clothes on who wanted you of all people, you couldn't say no.

You let out a shaky breath. “What is it you want, Reshef?”

At the sound of his name, Reshef shivers, and he pushes you against the wall slowly. He doesn't say anything as he places his lips on your chest, and you drop your spear with a loud clattering sound, reaching up to dig into his long, curly hair. He breaks from his kisses and looks up at you, and you see this look on his face, and he doesn't even have to say it out loud. You push him so he's splayed out on his bed, and you crawl over him, almost slipping on the sheets, but you maintain your dignity. You bend down and capture his lips in yours, and he hungrily grabs for your face. You feel short nails dig into your cheeks. You pull his hands off you and pin them above his head with one hand, and the other pins his hips down.

“What do you want?” You ask again, this time by his ear, pressing a gentle kiss underneath it.

He gasps, and says so quietly you almost miss it, “You.”

You walk through the market, a stoic look on your face as you watch your beloved Reshef interacting with the merchants. You watch his face light up as he sees a stall, and runs to it. You and the three other guards detailed to him rush after him, catching up as he exchanges some coin with the merchant, who thanks him greatly.

You follow close behind the prince as he sets off again, and whisper to him, “My Prince, you can not just run off. We are here to protect you.”

“If I ran would you follow me?” He whispers back to you.

“What?” You ask, but he doesn't answer, darting off through the streets. You huff and quickly rush after him, leaving the other guards behind, unable to catch up.

You find him in an alley, casually leaning up against one of the sandstone houses that lines the market square. He's holding an apple, tossing it up and down. You double over, catching your breath, and you pant out, “Please, promise me you will not ever do that again!”

Reshef throws the apple up again, and catches it, taking a bite, watching you as he chews. He walks over, and you stand up. He leans over and kisses you gently. You can taste the apple's sweetness still on his lips.

“You like the chase, though,” he says, and you roll your eyes as he kisses you again. He pulls away, watching your face soften. “Now come on. I want to shop some more.”

He grabs your hand and leads you to the end of the alley. You slip your hand from his. He looks up at you, but you look straight ahead, and just follow close behind when he starts moving again. He checks out a few shops, getting some small things for his parents, his siblings, and even buys something for you, as much as you protest.

You walk with him to another stall, a bread stall containing freshly baked loaves that were still being brought out as people buy their daily bread. He walks up and checks a few of them for any imperfections, when he looks over into an alleyway. “Look,” Reshef says, pointing to it. Looking, you see two little kids, a boy and a girl, huddled together.

Reshef hands over a couple coins, and grabs the best looking bread, before setting off for the alley. When you both enter, the children, scared at the sight of a royal guard, start to get up frantically. “Please wait!” Reshef calls out, and the kids stop.

He walks over to them slowly, and they look at him with concern, like they're going to bolt if he tries anything. But he just walks forwards, and bends down, getting dirt on his pristine linen, and holds out the bread. They look at it, at each other, and the girl reaches out for it slowly, before snatching it out of his hand. They tear into it as if they're cheetahs, digging into its meal of fresh meat.

Reshef just stands up, and walks back over to you, gawking as your prince walks by. You lead him back to the castle who you are praised by the Queen for keeping an eye on Reshef when he ran off, and Reshef is scolded for doing so, but nothing really comes of it. Reshef is confined to his Chambers for the rest of the day, which he doesn't mind, and then the two of you are sent off.

As you enter his Chambers with him, you pin him to the wall, kissing up and down his neck, murmuring against his skin as you do so. “You are incredible, do you know? You really are better than I ever imagined.”

Reshef pulls you away and smiles, before kissing you, hard, and you let out a soft moan. He smiles into the kiss and you push him away, quickly closing the door behind you two, before you lead him to the bed, about to make the most of the Prince's confinement.

You walk into Reshef's chambers, not needing permission at this point, and say to a still sleeping prince, “Reshef, you are wanted by your father.” Reshef groans and you set your spear down beside the bed, placing a soft kiss to the Prince's head. He opens his eyes slowly, and smiles sweetly up at you, and leans in for another kiss. You move away and chuckle as he pouts.

“You can't say no to me I'm the prince…” he says slowly, placing an arm around your neck and dragging you forwards. He kisses you, but you pull away, a fond look on your face.

“You may be the prince…” you mutter out in between kisses. “But your father is the Pharaoh, and he holds more power than you do.” Reshef sighs and stops kissing you, and you lean around and place one to his temple. “Now, do get up. I would hate to have you be late, and stay longer away from you…”

That seems to get Reshef up, and he quickly kisses you as he gets ready, putting on his almost sheer linen, the opulent jewelry, the makeup of kohl and blue powder. After everything, you couldn't deny that he looked magnificent. His hair was put up into his Khat, and a band of gold was used to secure it in place. You lean down and kiss the young prince, unable to hold it inside of you.

“You look, divine Reshef,” you say against his lips, and he smiles, kissing you again.

“Now come along. We do not want to keep father waiting,” Reshef says, and you smirk at his playfulness and guide him towards the throne room.

You wince as you hear another high pitched scream from Reshef’s mother, and a returning scream from Reshef himself. It’s quiet for a few moments, and you reclaim your posture, before another scream rushes through the still air, and you jump again. The voices get louder after some time, and the doors to Reshef’s chambers open suddenly, and his mother storms out. She looks over at you and squeezes out from between her teeth, “You had better not be thinking about doing anything else stupid, or I will have your head…”

You watch her storm down the hall, before turning into Reshef’s room, closing the door behind you. You slowly make your way into the bedroom, and see Reshef spread out on his bed. You set your spear down beside the bed, and sit down on the edge of it. You turn to say something to Reshef, but he doesn’t say anything. He just grabs your wrist and pulls you down to lay with him. You don’t say anything as he curls up against you, his head in the crook of your arm, and you just hold him. You both don’t say anything, but you kiss his hair, and quietly hum a song your mother used to sing to you.

Reshef eventually sighs and relaxes into you, and you smile, continuing to hum. You feel Reshef vibrating, and looking down, you see him singing along, actually knowing the words. You stop, just listening to him sing. It wasn’t perfect, but to you, you couldn’t have asked for anything else. When he stops, he looks up at you, and you kiss him, slow and sweet. You could be having sex, or running around the palace, but just the two of you laying there was better than anything else in the world.

“I love you,” you say quietly, and Reshef looks up at you, not shocked, but like he already knew.

“I love you too,” he says, kissing you, before burrowing further into your chest.

It's silent again, just the sound of your beating heart echoing off the walls, and yours and Reshef's steady breathing. If he didn't have his eyes open, you would have thought he was asleep.

“My mother came in to talk to me about finding a wife…” Reshef says quietly. You look down at him surprised, but don't say anything. “I told her I don't want one, and she brought up you.” You nod, prompting him to continue. Reshef turns and leans on your chest, looking up at you. “I don't want a wife. I want you.”

You smile, and kiss him lightly. “It is your duty, my love.”

Reshef shakes his head. “I don't want it to be! I don't want a wife a kids! I don't want to become Pharaoh! I just want you!” You sits up. And you push yourself so you're leaning against the wall. He grabs your hands and excitedly says, “Run away with me! Just the two of us!”

You sigh, and squeeze Reshef's hand. “I don't expect your mother to be too happy about that. And, I could not do that. You are allowed your lovers, but you must find a wife to produce heirs.”

Reshef rolls his eyes. “But I don't want a wife if she's anything like my mother! Controlling, always telling me what to do…”

“She's doing that because she loves you. She wants what is best for you!”

“And what if what's best for me is you!”

You freeze at his words, your hand going slack in his, and you immediately look away from his intense gaze. You move to get up, but Reshef holds your hand against his chest. You don't look at him as you say, “I'm sorry my prince, but that can not happen.” You wrench your hand away from his grasp. “I will be outside if you need anything else.”

You grab your spear and walk out. He didn't need anything, and stayed in his room all day.

Upon the Prince's request, given to you by a female slave, you enter into the young Prince's chambers, only to be greeted by an almost naked prince, laying over his bed sheets. You quickly avert your eyes and say, “I'm sorry my prince. I can come back in a moment.”

“No, please,” he says, and you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see his makeup accentuated face inches from yours. You feel the urge to kiss him, take him right now, but you stop yourself. You can't do that.

You do as commanded, sitting on the bed, and Reshef sits next to you. He looks like he wants to touch you, but he doesn't just sitting there.

“Why did you leave?” He asks suddenly, breaking the silence.

You turn and look at him. “What?”

“Why did you leave? When I said you're what's best for me?” He's not accusatory or malicious in any way, but he is quiet, speculative.

You shake your head, sighing. You were hoping it would never come up, that he would just forget about you. But that's obviously not the case. “Because nothing about me is good. I'm a guard, I come from a family who's all dead, I can not produce heirs, I have no use! Your mother already hates me, and your father is too blind to see it! What about me is actually good for you?”

Reshef turns 90°, fully facing you, and hesitantly reaches you to touch your hand. When you don't pull away, he grabs it. Truth is, you can't pull away, not when it comes to him. That's why you were hoping he'd forget you, because you could never forget him.

“I love you [Y/N]. Isn't that enough?” He asks, and you shake your head, sadly.

“I am not what… Who, you should be in love with. You should find yourself a beautiful wife.”

Reshef leans forwards and as much as you want to pull away, you can't. He places his hand lightly on your jaw, and he kisses you just as lightly, and you think he may have missed.

“I'll get a wife, but I will not love her. I will have children but they will not be the loves of my life. I will have the throne but is not what I will fight for every day. From the moment I saw you walk into my chambers, you have had a grip on my heart no one can replace. You are my one and only love, and even if you should die tomorrow, I will not stop loving you. I would never replace you with any woman or man. I would not take anyone either. You hold my heart in your hand, and I do not want you to let go of it, because I will never let go of yours.”

You stare at him, his words bouncing around in your head, his face watching yours. You can see the love in his eyes, and you know he has a grip on your heart. His words ring true through your skull, and you can't stop thinking about it. You do love him, and if he gets a wife, he'll be able to keep you. You'll be able to keep him.

You lean forwards and press your lips desperately to his, hungrily running your hands up and down his torso, feeling his toned muscles underneath you shift as he moves closer. He runs his fingers through your long hair and tugs on it, hard, making you cry out.

You lean back on the bed and Reshef climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head, just like you did to him. He kisses your neck, and you say, “Show me how much you love me, Reshef.”

He pulls away and look down at you hungrily, a large, lopsided smile on his face, and he dives back down, going in for the kill.

You enter the throne room, Reshef in front of you, and you walk over to the Pharaoh’s and his wife’s guards, and stand up straight, waiting for Reshef to be finished. Reshef steps forwards, and bows to his father. “Father,” he says casually, as he steps forwards, away from you. “Mother.” He greets his mother with a bow as well, though he doesn't bow as deeply.

“My son. Have you come to your senses?” His mother asks, and you flinch, only slightly, and you see Reshef hold it together as well.

He nods. “Yes mother. I have decided to heed your advice and find myself a wife.”

“Oh that is wonderful my son!” Reshef's mother claps in excitement. “We shall find you a beautiful bride!” She runs down, and places a hand on his shoulder, and guides him away. You go to follow, but she gives you a glare. You nod, and walk away, knowing that you will not be needed until his mother returns him to his chambers.

“How was everything with your mother?” You ask, looking over at Reshef who is lying next to you in bed. You are both naked, having just woken each other up with some lazy morning sex. It was your favourite way to wake up.

Reshef rolls over and kisses you sensually underneath your jaw, and you lean into it, before he moves down to your neck. He mumbles against your skin, “Don't talk about my mother while in bed, please.”

You laugh and feel Reshef move a little as your chest bounces up and down. “I was just curious how your hunt it going is all!” You exclaim, and Reshef moves down more, pressing kisses to your chest, your collarbone, your shoulders, and down to your abdomen.

“It didn't go well, at all,” he murmurs against your skin, and he pulls away just above your waist, which was barely covered by the sheets he had on his bed, and move back up. He kisses you softly on your lips, and you place a hand at he back of his neck, lighting squeezing when he pulls away. He sighs at your expectant look. “I couldn't find someone who captured my interest is all…”

You kiss him again, leaning up so you are now both sitting up, you deepen the kiss, pressing into Reshef's already swollen lips. He bites your bottom lip, and you growl instinctively. You feel Reshef grin against you and he releases your lip from his teeth. You place a hand on his lower back to hold him stead above you.

“No one can capture my interest like you can my dear,” he says, and you pull him back in by his waist so he come crashing back into you in a clash of spit and teeth. It was rough, and you loved it. Reshef moves away and whispers in your ear, “Ready for round two?”

Reshef’s mother couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her own son wouldn’t follow her wishes, so she would force him to. Walking to the temple, she walks in, shouting out, “I need a Heka!” A few women look over at the wife of the Pharaoh, but no one goes to her. “Hello!”

A woman looks up at the centre alter, and stands, fully facing the woman who was on a rampage through the temple. “Hello? May I help you?” she asks with a polite smile on her face.

Reshef's mother snaps her head to the quiet voice, and she rushes over, and frustratedly says, “Who can I talk to to set a curse upon someone?”

The Priestess’ eyes widen, and she grabs the Queen's arm, and drags her to a side room. She closes the curtain, and turns on the Queen, fast. “What is it you want?” She asks, her tone malicious and full of anger.

The Queen holds out a large sack of coins, and the Heka looks at it, wide eyed. She snatches it from her hands, and looks at her.

“What do you want done?”

“Reshef!” You call out into his Chambers. You don't get a response, so you push further into his room. When you enter his bedroom, you see him sitting on his bed, a guilty look on his face. “Reshef,” you say bluntly, and he winces, but doesn't look up. “I need to know Reshef.”

“Know what?” He asks.

You sigh. “Are you not picking a wife because you genuinely don't want them…” You pause, hoping he'd finish your sentence, but he doesn't. “Or because you want to prolong it for as long as possible?”

He doesn't look up, but he shakes his head slowly, and you see a tear fall onto his lap. You don't move, just looking at him from the entryway. “I'm sorry…” is all he manages to get out.

You sigh. “I can not come in the way of your duty my prince.” When you don't say his name, you see him flinch ever so slightly, and you feel your heart constrict in your chest. “I am sorry, but I will be requesting for you to get another guard to watch you.”

When Reshef doesn't say anything, you turn, and walk out, leaving him alone. You walk away from his room, trying not think about him, and you walk into the courtyard where you train, and that's when you feel something dripping down your abdomen. You look down, and see yourself bleeding from your heart.

Reshef walks through the palace, trying to find [Y/N], going to every spot he could think of, where he'd be. Finally, he turns the corner into the courtyard. If he wasn't anywhere else, he were most definitely training.

He turns the corner, and sees [Y/N] lying on the ground, barely breathing. Running over he feels his heart pounding in his chest as he places [Y/N]'s head into his lap, and [Y/N] opens his eyes just slightly, and he smiles as Reshef's eyes lock with his.

Reshef can feel the tears welling up in his throat, the burn of him trying to swallow them down is a good type of pain. At least he can still feel. “[Y/N]?” He asks, so quietly, he's afraid his love can't hear him. His voice is hoarse, and he clears his throat, but that only makes it more painful as tears threaten to spill over.

“I guess this is my punishment for loving you…” he says, and Reshef could tell he was forcing it out.

“What?” He asks, and [Y/N] looks down at his hand, where blood was pouring out from under it. Reshef grabs [Y/N]'s hand, feeling the hot stickiness of the blood cover his fingers, and he feels it being soaked up by his linen, but he doesn't care. [Y\N] goes to speak, but Reshef shushes him. “No. Please, save your strength! I can get someone to help! I can fix this.”

He goes to get up, but the man underneath him holds onto his hand, using the last of his strength to keep him there. [Y/N] lets go and his hand falls back down. “I'm sorry my prince. My love.” Reshef hears [Y/N]'s breathing catch, and for a moment he thinks he's lost him, but he manage to say one last thing. “I love you… Reshef…”

His body goes limp, his breathing slows, and his eyes close. “[Y/N]?” He asks quietly, as the first tear falls onto his lifeless face. “[Y/N]!”

He throws his head back and screams at the top of his lungs, and bends over his dead body, sobbing. He can feel his heart being ripped out of him piece by piece, and as he moves his hand away from [Y/N]'s heart, he sees the hole that was like how his own heart felt. He knew who did this, and that realization only made him sob harder.

His body still shaking, he gets up on wobbly legs, and picks up [Y/N]'s body, the blood still pouring from its wound. He brings him through the palace, ignoring the stares everyone gives him as he walks, his bloody hands digging into his sides as he ignores the stares and the whispering.

He makes his way barefooted through the streets of the town, and all the way to the temple. He couldn't feel the pain that was radiating up his legs, the pain in his heart from heartache was too much. With so much going through his mind he couldn't feel any other pain.

He walks in to the temple and sees it's practically empty, it being almost sunset by this point, except for one. One of the priestesses is praying, and Reshef walks over, carefully placing [Y/N]'s body in front of her. She doesn't look up.

Through tears and a lump in his throat, Reshef manages to get out, “Bring him back.”

The Priestess looks up calmly, but her eyes go wide as she sees who it is. “No…” she breathes out, crawling on her hands and knees towards him. When she tries to touch him, Reshef growls, and she stops. Her hands are shaking, and he can see she's almost… scared.

“Bring him back!” Reshef screams at her and she looks up, tears streaming down her face like his are.

“I can't!” She yells back, and all colour from Reshef's face disappears. It was her fault, she could bring him back! “I cursed him to live and die forever! I can't bring him back because he'll just die!”

Reshef can't think. His mind is blank. He's out of options. He can not imagine [Y/N] spending eternity alone, without him, how scared he'll be, and how alone he'll feel in the underworld, all by himself. He can't let him go through that, and the words are out of his mouth faster than he can think about stopping them.

“Then curse me.”

Test priestess looks up at him, shocked, scared, and says, “Are you sure?”

He glares down at her and says in a low, threatening voice, “Yes.”

She stares up at him, not knowing what to say, before nodding and turning around. She tells him to kneel next to his body, and he doesn't look over as she mumbles things in the old language of the gods. She takes an Athame, and dips it in something, and Reshef thinks about how she had done that before with [Y/N] only an hour before. His hands clench at his sides and he grinds his teeth as she turns around, the ritual knife perched daintily on her hands, before she grips it by the hilt. She grabs his shoulder and looks up at him for confirmation. He nods.

“NO!”

Reshef goes to see who it is, but he's cut off by a searing pain in his chest, and he immediately falls to the floor. He can't process anything, the pain in his chest being worse than the heartbreak, and he reaches out, grabbing his love's hand as he thinks of one thing last thing.

“My love. I shall be with you soon.”

And he blacks out.

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