#and you can see that hugo wants that too he wants to feel the comfort of frank in his arms

[gottagobackintime]

"It's not possible… this. Why can't you see that?" "We just brought a stag-headed girl to an orphanage to be looked after by a woman with fire for hands and a… debutante giantess! I think what is possible is very much up for debate."

#the nevers #james norton #ben chaplin #lgbtq+ #frank mundi #hugo swann #gottagobackintime gifs #that scene where frank tells hugo to shut up is probably my favourite scene between them tbh #because it's so sweet #the teasing from hugo and you can tell that frank is trying not to smile when he says shut up #but then he ends up smiling anyway #and the way hugo looks at frank with like literal heart eyes makes me go 😭 #but I also love the scene where frank asks if everything's all right because he can tell something's off #but then he can't help but provoke hugo because then he'll get a reaction from him #but it ends up with them being super close and you can see frank fighting against himself #like he wants nothing more than to embrace hugo to kiss him #and you can see that hugo wants that too he wants to feel the comfort of frank in his arms #because he's going through a lot #but frank can't allow himself that so he walks away but he can't help but glance back at hugo as if he's almost changed his mind #god the acting these to did especially in the scenes they had together! #they have such little screen time together and yet you get these amazing scenes and you root for them #I was already a fan of james before this and he's the reason I started watching it but ben made it impossible for me to not become a fan of #him and frank quickly became my favourite character #imagine if he'd gotten to explore him even more #and I would have liked it if they hadn't killed hugo off #my god when he confessed his feelings for frank I just... and frank kind of rejecting him but also not #like he doesn't say that he doesn't want hugo too it's more he can't allow himself that happiness #and I can't imagine the guilt he feels when he's sitting on the stairs after hugo has died in his arms #because he didn't say that he wanted to be with him too yes he kissed him and it's clear that he reciprocates hugo's feelings and hugo #knows it too and he dies knowing that frank loves him but frank ends up losing him

[taurusmoonchild]

Warmth of Home

Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley no TW this is just fluff <3

read here or on AO3 ____

Feburary 4th, 2007

Hermione huffed as she stepped into the cosy warmth of her family’s little cottage. It had been a long and exhausting day at the Ministry and she could still feel the weight of paperwork on her shoulders. She brushed the snow off her coat before taking it off and hanging it up. Stepping out of her uncomfortable boots into her comfortable house slippers. It was late and the house was dark. As she walked through the hallway she spotted a dim light coming from their living room. She approached it slowly, careful not to make too much noise and peeked through the slightly ajar door.

Inside, on the sofa, sat Ron, his lanky frame folded up to accommodate their daughter, Rose. She looked so small next to him, her tiny hands clutching Ron’s shirt and her breathing slow and soft. She was fast asleep, but that didn’t stop Ron from reading aloud from a brightly illustrated storybook on his lap. 

Hermione watched and listened as his voice took on different accents and tones for each of the characters in the book. She smiled and her heart swelled with love for her two favourite people in the world. 

Not wanting to disturb the precious scene before her, she quietly approached the sofa. Ron glanced up, a wide grin on his face as he saw her.

“You’re home,” he whispered, careful not to disturb the tiny human that lay against him.

Hermione nodded, “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“It’s aight, we are busy reading anyway,” he put the book down, “or well, were busy reading until a certain someone fell asleep.” Ron brushed a lock out of Rose’s face and smiled at her, “How can someone be so perfect?” He asked no one in particular.

Hermione couldn't help but smile even more than before.

Ron turned his attention back to Hermione as she sat down next to him and leaned in to press a soft kiss to her lips "How was your day?"

"Long," Hermione sighed, “too long.” She wrapped an arm around Ron and leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling the tension of the day melt away. "But seeing you two like this makes it all worth it."

“I’m glad,” Ron whispered into her hair as he pressed another kiss to her head.

Together, the three of them sat in comfortable silence, the only noise being the soft snores of their daughter. 

December 28th, 2021

Hermione hated working between Christmas and the New Year, but being the Minister of Magic meant she had no choice. The cold air stung her face as she hurried down the street to get home. As she stepped through the front door of their home, the weariness of the day began to weigh heavily upon her shoulders. However, the sight that greeted her in the living room instantly melted away her exhaustion.

There, on the large, comfortable sofa, lay her husband Ron. Their daughter Rose had her head lying on his lap and Hugo was sprawled across the other side of the sofa next to Rose, his feet just inches away from her head. Together they were a tangled heap of limbs and blankets. Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. It was rare that her two children got along and she knew once Rose woke up Hugo would get hexed for putting his feet too close to her face.

The voices of the Christmas movie playing on the telly were the only noise filling the room. Hermione tiptoed closer, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber of her family, and sat down on the edge, her eyes lingering on each of their peaceful faces. Ron stirred slightly at her presence, his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment before he smiled sleepily at Hermione.

"Hey there, love," he murmured, his voice warm with affection.

"Hey," Hermione whispered back, brushing a gentle kiss against his forehead. "How long have you guys been like this?"

Ron shrugged, his gaze drifting fondly to their children. "Not sure. I’m guessing I was the first to doze off"

Hermione chuckled softly, “Nothing new then?”

“Rude,” he grinned.

Hermione shifted closer to her husband and reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Rose’s ear. Her heart swelled with gratitude and pride for the beautiful family she and Ron had created.

“They are growing up too quickly,” she sighs.

Ron chuckles as he leans his head against Hermione, “I think they’re growing up just fine,” he whispers.

Hermione opens her mouth to retort but decides against it as her eyes fall on her husband who already had his eyes closed again. She leans into the back of the sofa and watches as Ron slides down her side, now halfway lying against her side and halfway across her lap. She shakes her head but smiles running her hands through his locks.

As she sat there in silence trying to grasp the plot of the film playing in front of her she could only think about how lucky she was. At that moment, Hermione knew that no matter how hectic life and her job could be, as long as she had Ron and their children by her side, she had everything she needed to find peace and happiness.

#harry potter series #ron x hermione #ronmione #romione #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter #romione fanfic #hermione x ron #hp fanfic

[snakegorl212006]

really enjoyed your headcanons about the ffxvi characters, thank you! can i request jealousy headcanons for ffxvi please?

When they are jealous

========Clive + jill==============

-sometimes they get jealous of each other -it’s rare but it happens -it’s a simple case of if you hang out with one person more than the other -spending time more with clive then jill or vice versa -but they trust each other and realized each other's needs so it’s super rare for them to get envious of one another -nether Jill or Clive strike me as the jealous type -it’s the same with other people -being jealous of others is something I don’t see for they trust you a lot -but if someone doesn't get the hint then they’ll take action -Jill would tell the guy off then come to you to make sure you’re ok -clive would do the opposite

=======Joshua + jote=============

-Also would be jealous of each other -unlike clive and jill this would be a tad bit more often -Joshua’s jealousy comes from his own illness and how it can handicap him -sometime you and Jote spent time more outside when he has coughing fits or needs to rest -to him it feels like the world is just spinning around while he’s just staying still -Jote’s jealousy comes from status and how limited she can provide for yall -she’s not a eikon nor someone of really high status(from what I’ve seen/heard) so she sometimes she feels like she isn't doing enough -this small insecurity ties into her jealousy -like clive and jill they wouldn't be so jealous of others

====Cid===============

-he’s one of those people you’d have to really try to get jealous -even if you tried he would know if you are trying to provoke or get a reaction from him -depending on how you do it. He would laugh at it -if someone were to hit on you for real i think he would handle it well -simply F off -he’s a loyalty man and trust you too much to think you would cheat on him -not to say he can’t get ticked off -like if someone doesn't get the hint he would take action.

====Benedikta============

-like when is she not jealous -she’s a jealous as some reality TV wife in LA -if anyone even talks to you being a tad bit flirtatious or even touches you in places -little things ruffles her feathers -you are hers and hers alone and she doesn't share -at -all -not saying your not allowed to have friends but she just thinks that they might influence you to leave her -most of her jealousy stems from insecurities and past unsolved issues dealing with previous relations -to her you’re something that’s real and doesn't want to risk anything happening to the relationship both of you have with each other

======Dion + terence==============

-less envious of each other and more envious of you -lets say you’re just a normal citizen -your freedom makes them envious for they can’t get that as often as you -Dion is a prince and Terence is his attendant/Second in command of the dragoons -so schedules are pretty packed as is. -no they don’t hold this against you by any means -other then that jealousy is not something that is common other than jokes -although if someone were to flirt with you -Dion has a higher chance to get jealous first then Terence -Dion would be more vocal telling the flirt off while attending to you with terence to make sure you were comfortable.

=====Barnabas + Sleipnir============

-not to make them too yandere but… -they’d probably eliminate any potential rival or external influence -it don’t matter if they just cut the person out of your life or just kill them -barnabas's jealousy is borderline possession and gets offended if anyone thinks they can talk to you so casually -”you don’t need to be around these low lifes” -Sleipnir is no help at all to the perpetrator even if it is his job to keep you away from others -probably kills the people himself just for looking at you seductively -”keep your lustful gaze elsewhere.” :)

====Hugo============

-like Benedikta but with more tolerance -he would “eliminate” potential rivals by making them broke or threats -he has so much confidence and pride he feels like there’s no way you would leave him for anyone else -he has so much power and other assets why could anyone else compare -he laughs as attempts to win your heart then punish the assailant later -not to say he’s not the jealous type for he certainly is -it’s just that hugo is more level headed then Benedikta

#ff16 x reader #final fantasy 16 x reader #jill warrick x reader #clive rosfield x reader #joshua rosfield x reader #jote x reader #cidolfus telamon x reader #benedikta harman x reader #hugo kupka x reader #barnabas tharmr x reader #sleipnir harbard x reader #terence x reader #dion lesage x reader #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy x reader

[mxplesyrvp]

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗬 (𝘓𝘐𝘠𝘜𝘌 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕) !

pairing : xiao, zhongli and childe × gn!reader

genre : fluff + hurt/comfort | scenarios

word count : 1.7k (0.5k- 0.7k each)

point of view : first person pov

inspiration : the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

summary : what exactly does intimacy mean? Is it something physical or more than that?

author's note : hello everyone, been long since i wrote anything but i guess i'm back for now? this is basically a 100+ follower special, i really don't know how people celebrate that in here but let's go this way, shall we? look forward to mondstadt and inazuma versions for the same !!!

warnings : spoilers from liyue archon quest

xiao

NOTHING CAN EVER RIVAL the flower of ecstasy that blooms in one's heart when they find themselves basking in the warmth of a pair of loving arms sheltering them. It was a heavenly feeling to be so close to the one I love, to feel his breath tickle my skin, have his heart beat in my ears and fill my lungs with his very own unique scent.

Xiao smelled like citrus such that I could taste the fruity sourness along with the burst of sweetness on my tongue and the fresh grass bathed in the early morning dew. Lying on his side on the bed of cascading white flowers with his eyes closed, hair a tangled mess, he looked so tranquil. Never had I thought I would get to see him like that, being so vulnerable and insouciant.

I brush his hair locks out of his eyes to get a better view of his flawless face. It was a crime to have features so exquisitely carved. Nose the tip of an arrow and lips the dip of a bow, lashes for which women would take lives and chin the sharp point of knives.

He shuffled a little, honey irises revealing themselves. He gazed at me with his half-lidded eyes, sleep lost to the past. Plunging a hand into my hair, he pulled me closer, our noses tickling each other's. My palm reached out to his jaw and he closed his eyes momentarily, leaning into the touch. The flowers kept raining, brushing our skins with softness.

He opened his eyes to continue looking at me. It was not a pleasant "good morning, sweetheart" or a question about the reason for my looking at him like that, that fell out of his lips. What he said, cracked my heart into a million pieces and sewed it back with fine threads of love.

"You make me...feel," he spoke with his sleep-laden voice, "You make me feel too much."

"That's way too much credit for me," I laughed a little.

He never smiled, but the way his eyes softened was enough acknowledgement for me. He picked a fallen flower from the ground and tucked it behind my ear, continuing to look at me as if there was something in me worth looking at. He made me feel important. He made me feel as if I had the world in my hands.

"Sometimes, I wonder about the way I am in your head," he said, flatly.

My shoulders danced to the rhythm of my laughter, as I chuckled at his oblivious expression to my actions. It was a stupid thing to say. It would be a betrayal to myself if I did not admit half the things I see him be.

To me, he was everything in this world, someone broken enough to have pieces of himself scattered over time with a heart that dares to be gentle still. A heart like that deserved the entire world. And I wanted him to know that even if it was through madness I had to walk, I would do it for him. Even if we were to lose our way and wander in misery, I would look for him for as long as my heart would live, in every lifetime. I would always want him, not for my physical self, but to be half my soul for good.

I was not a poet to string all these words together and recite them to him, so all I did was kiss the diamond etched on his forehead, my lips lingering on his skin longer than they should, hoping it would deliver what I felt about him.

He pulled me into an embrace and left a chaste kiss on my shoulder and I had to say, wishing the riddle of my words to be the answer to itself, "There is one thing death cannot touch— love. I may be temporary, but my love for you is permanent."

"Of all the lives I've ever lived," he whispered," You are my favourite."

And he covered my lips with a sweet kiss.

That was when I knew intimacy was never physical, for it was my heart he whispered to through my ears. It was my soul that he kissed along with my lips.

childe

LOOK ME IN THE eyes and tell me that intimacy is equivalent to sex. Even if you manage to do so, deep down, you know you are lying because it's not. It is not about how close and shameless you can be without your clothes on. It is all about how unashamed you can stand before the other, bare of all your dirtiest and darkest truths. It is about how much of yourself you entrust to the other. 

Childe poured himself another glass of claret and leaned against the balustrade, his eyes trained on me. I resisted my temptation to look at him and allow him to tease me. I simply stared at the white snowy expanse looking back at me, plain and dull as far as my eyes reached. I shook the stem of my glass, the red liquid sloshing on the sides, wondering what it would be like to stain the snow in that colour.

"Thinking about bloodshed, aren't we?" the edge of mischief in his voice was evident. 

I gave him a sideways glance, "More or less." 

And we laughed, as if we had just cracked the silliest of jokes. This is what I meant by intimacy— the ability to be myself at all times, to trust him enough to let him in on me. 

He sighed, gently taking my free hand in his. And I let myself look at him for long. Let myself be in the position to invite his teasing. Instead, what left his lips was something I never dreamed he was capable of. 

"I'm a very terrible person, don't you think?" his voice was low and devoid of enthusiasm, the one that revealed his true self. 

"No, I don't," I spoke immediately, squeezing his palm a little. 

It concerned me. Childe was a man of confidence, someone who took matters into his hands, capable of doing the most inhuman things with a human face. For a moment, I almost believed he was about to acknowledge all his actions as crimes. Then, I realized we did it every day without admitting aloud. I realized that a person would only reveal that before someone they wanted to be loved by. This truth is intimacy.

"Even if you are," I continued, "That would be the least of my concerns. It's you and only you for me and you know that." 

He chuckled, shaking his head,"Sometimes, I wish to get into your head and see what you truly think about me." 

In my head, he was a lot of things. If I were a barren piece of land, he was the rain. He was the medicine to my suffering and the tenderness to my pain. He was the needle and the thread to mend my soul every time it broke and the one who made me feel too much with every word he spoke. 

But saying all that meant giving Childe unnecessary reasons to joke about all the time. So I restrained from articulation. 

"When I tell you I love you, it's not an opinion anymore," I played with my words," You've succeeded in making it a damn fact." 

He looked at me as if his heart had shed its skin like that of a snake and he was letting me hold it in my hands, trusting me enough with his life. And I knew it was my job to fill his wounds with honey, such that he would never feel pain in the sweetness. 

zhongli

A GLISTENING DROP OF moonlight made its way down my cheek. It was as if his words took a chunk out of my heart, leaving a crescent inside my chest I could not live with. Morax no longer wished to stay a God. And I happened to be the most unfortunate adeptus of the era to force myself to listen to his plans.

"Why does the Lord wish to give up his rightful hold upon this land he gave his all to build?" I posed, staring at the ripples on the surface of the river and how the moon wavered with it.

I felt a light hand on my shoulder, strong as rocks but gentle like the clouds, send warmth down my being. I still did not look at him. I did not want to. I did not wish to shed any more tears then I already had.

"The time has come," his voice rumbled like quakes upon the land, "That I let go of the hands of my people and have them learn to govern themselves. They no longer require a being such as myself. However, the thing I intend to do is but a mere test. You need not trouble yourself."

I looked into his eyes, the mark of geo etched into them, burning with a sort of passion I had never seen before. I could see the determination in them along with the acceptance of failure should it occur.

In his white robes with moonlight reflecting off his face, he looked ethereal. I touched his cheeks, wondering if I would ever see him this way again. And it was as if he could read the thoughts in the back of my head when he said—

"Should you ever chance upon a day when we can no longer be together, keep me in the home of your heart, I will be there forever."

I marveled at his words, feeling it down to my very core. I loved how there was no physical want as he left me standing by the river or a desperate need in the end of it all. He kept me waiting with a full heart, feelings I was sure I would never escape. And I wondered, if this was not intimate what else could ever be?

Even if it took centuries or millennia for us to cross paths again, I would wait with the patience of the moon. Loving a being like him demanded it. If I had to, I would be the moon, going through moments of eternal emptiness to feel whole the day he returned. It was the first and the last contract I would be loyal to in the name of love.

© mxplesyrvp 's work, 2022, all rights reserved. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!! Do not plagiarize, repost, modify or translate.

picture credits to @/scaraluv on pinterest.

#astronetwrk #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #xiao x reader fluff #zhongli x reader #childe x reader

[eryanlainfa]

important thought i just had. how do you imagine hugo’s gender nonconformity like how does he identify with any label in particular or is he just Like that. and more importantly do you think he’s already figured it out by the time he meets the gang or do you think the egg breaks later. BC SEE i’ve always imagined up until the trials shes never had the time to think about herself at ALL, like she obviously knows shes kinda *flicks wrist* yk but otherwise she’s never really actually come to any real conclusions about herself. so i think as soon as they move in with varian and once they’ve finally settled and they have SO much free time and so many things going on in their head, they’re trying new hobbies and finding all sorts of things to tinker with and most importantly they finally have the opportunity to care about their appearance and suddenly the gender crisis hits them like a fucking FREIGHT TRAIN

all this is to say because. I was thinking about that again today and then i remembered aiden and it was like my third eye opened bc i realized the sheer potential in that scenario with airigo. like i feel like aiden would’ve seen that shit coming a MILE AWAY and i think that’d be so cute and also so fucking funny and. I need to hear your thoughts ok

[Hi. Future Ery talking. I started rambling and I have no clue if what I said is actually coherent or even answers your question at all- But the idea was there! Also I personally headcanon everything and anything, I love switching labels of one character and making a whole new au for it. But covering EVERYTHING would be too long so I answered regarding Aiden's main timeline only- but if you want me to talk about transfem Hugo in particular I'd love to!!]

Sobbing and crying this is so cute and funny your brain is wonderful mwah mwah. I think all you said could 100% work and I can see a version where it would make sense for Hugo to not had the time to discover themself properly. And Aiden just clocking her right away is so funny 😭

Saddly it wouldn't work in Aiden's original timeline simply because, in this case, Hugo wouldn't be Hugo if he hadn't transition already.

I've never really openly delved into my headcanons for the whole gang, because I like people being able to interpret my art however they want (and also because I can change my mind whenever and no one would know-). But in Aiden's universe, Hugo isn't amab.

But to go back on how I imagine Hugo's gender noncomformity!

Firstly, in universe, I'm not sure neither Hugo nor Aiden really identify with a gender label. They don't really have a word for it so they're just how they are. But I personally label him as bigender transmasc. And I do still label them as gay. Cuz. Queer homosexuals representation. Yay.

Secondly- Hugo actually transitioned before figuring out his gender. Being an orphan is already harsh, being poor is terrible and he figured being female generally made things more difficult. So she didn't want to be one. When he got recruited by Don for the first time he was already dead set on not wanting to be a girl and didn't have a name anymore so Donella is the one who named him Hugo. I think Don was "supportive" as in she really didn't care, and if helping Hugo transition meant he would be more useful then that worked for her just fine. So Hugo got to transition but it wasn't really because he didn't feel like he wasn't a girl, she just didn't think it would be advantageous for him to be one.

Sorry I got sidetracked- cough- Back on topic.

One thing I wanted regarding Hugo's relationship to gender is the fact that he is comfortable being fem BECAUSE he got to transition.

For work they would play whichever role worked best no matter the gender. At first, looking like a guy needed more work, which bothered him because it was his goal, so for a while he had a clear preference for appearing masculine. But years later, after having transitioned to a comfortable point, she figured she really didn't mind being either gender. And it made playing different roles even more fun and easy for them. Not necessarily in a fluid way, he's just everything at once most of the time.

So he already got herself figured out quite well when 7k starts. Actually, Hugo being openly queer is another reason why she caught Aiden's interest so fast. And I wanted them to mirror each others in a way, with Hugo being comfortable because he transitioned and Aiden being more comfy doing the absolute bare minimum-. Also I had this one joke that sometimes Nuru and Hugo would have girls nights during the journey. So I needed she/her Hugo for all of this to work lol. But I do believe Hugo still gets to affirm and discover himself even more after he settles, it's just mostly about other things.

BUT YOU KNOW WHO'S EGG GOT TO CRACK DURING THE TRIALS IN MY MIND-??? Varian. He's agender. My whole gang is trans and the joke was that Varian is the token cis guy of the group (because I thought it was funny). But he isn't. He just doesn't know because he's always too busy thinking of literally anything else and he never really registered that was an option. He still uses he/him tho. Because I enjoy gender fuckery.

In summary :

○ Bigender ○ agender ○ genderfluid ○

Also, since I decided to finally talk about my headcanons, I think too many people assumed Aiden is the one pregnant -in that one comic-. They aren't.

#I am generally scared to share my headcanons for characters hiiii- #but I genuinely JUST wrote their labels for the airigo ask blog I'm making. so I can talk about it now #eryanswers #eryanwrites #pansy-picnics #posting it before I overthink too much about how I might get shot on sight -3-

[illfoandillfie]

Kinktober Day 17: Afternoon Delight

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader

Words: 749

Warnings: more sweet than smutty, implied sex, discussions of filming sex scenes for movies, just pedro being v reassuring and lovey dovey.

A/N: highkey inspired by a scene in a book i read recently (the seven husbands of evelyn hugo) lmao

It had been a quiet weekend, one of the rare occasions neither you nor Pedro had anything scheduled. You’d allowed yourselves to sleep in, had a nice brunch with your coffees, and then settled in for a relaxing day of doing very little. By the mid-afternoon Pedro way sitting on one end of the couch reading and you were laying across the rest, your head in his lap, your attention on your phone. Every so often you let out a soft hum as Pedro absentmindedly played with your hair, and sometimes one of you would interrupt the quiet to share something funny you’d seen or just comment on how nice it was to do nothing. After some time in the peaceful bliss, Pedro’s page turning happened less frequently. You didn’t click to it right away but it became increasingly clear that something other than the plot of the novel had his attention. Finally, he cracked.   “Hey, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” You dragged your attention from your phone, “What is it?” “It’s about work next week.” “Mmm, what about it?” you asked, pushing yourself to sit up and face him better, a suspicion of what he was trying to get at already in your head.   “Well, next week we’ll be filming the sex scene.” “Right, I remember you mentioning that you’d be doing that soon.” “I thought I should warn you that it’s coming up, I think it’s going to be quite an...intense scene.” Your forehead creased as you pondered what that meant, “How so? What do you mean intense?” “Well, like I said before it’s got some actual nudity in it. Not full frontal but definitely my ass and I think her uhhh chest...maybe other parts too.” he blushed a little as he skirted around the words, “It’s not going to be a fade to black type scene, we aren’t shying away from showing the sex.” You’d let out a giggle as he’d cutely stumbled over his phrasing but fell quiet again with the rest, “Okay....do you feel like it’s overly gratuitous?” "No. I don’t think so. Our director explained his vision and the three of us talked through the scene. We came to the conclusion that it’s important for the characters. Seeing their desire for each other and seeing that each of them receives pleasure from the other will help the audience understand decisions they make later on. It’s not like it’ll be pornographic anyway, but it might not be that taseful either.” “Okay.” “Okay?” You shrugged, “Well, what do you want me to say? I mean I can’t say I’m thrilled at the idea of seeing you fuck someone else or even pretend to. But I know it’s your job and it sounds like it’s in there for a reason and that you were included in decisions about it, so if you feel comfortable doing the scenes then... okay.” “I’d still like to know if you have any misgivings,” he grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze, “I’m not the only one this scene could effect.” You squeezed his hand back in a silent acknowledgement of his thoughtfulness, “I don’t know that I’d feel entirely comfortable watching it.” “If you want to skip the premiere screening you can.” He smiled, only a little bit teasing.   You laughed, “No, just give me a heads up when it’s coming up so I can close my eyes or pop out to the bathroom or something.” He chuckled, “Alright, deal.’ You swallowed thickly, “You don’t feel anything for her, do you? Your co-star I mean.” “No, definitely not. She’s beautiful, can’t deny that, and she’d really great to work with, but no.” You nodded again but before you could say anything more he’d pulled your hand to his chest, “You’re my heart. I want to do the scene because I think it’s important for the story we’re telling and the character I’m playing, but you are the only person I actually want to be with.” You smiled, “I know, but it’s very nice to hear you say it.” “I can do more than say it, if you like, I can prove it?” “How would you do tha-” Pedro cut you off, leaning in to kiss your neck and you melted into him with a nod and an, “mmhmm, yes please.” He laughed softly against your ear, making a shiver run down your spine, his hands already moving to remove your clothes, “It’ll be my absolute pleasure.”

#my writing #my blurbs #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal imagine

[kathaariawrites]

Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 3)

I know I should be ashamed to come back and write another chapter as if nothing happened BUT at least I'm back so yay.

The dress I picture [Y/N] wearing here is this one. Also, because it's mentioned, here's a guide on the language of fans in the 18th century.

As breakfast progressed, with stolen glances and smirks from your part, Armando felt his face flush. It was highly, highly inappropriate for a lady, specially this young, this joyful, to behave like this. He was her father's friend, he left for his last trip when her mom was pregnant. [Y/N] had her whole life ahead and shouldn't be giving her attention to him.

He looked at Lesaro for help but he only shot him knowing glances back and it made him frown. No, this would not do it. He excused himself and stood up, going for a walk outside the house. Fresh air, instead of the suffocating atmosphere inside.

Lesaro found him soon after.

"¿Dónde vás?", his voice made him pause. It was too easy to forget he was a commanding officer too.

"I need fresh air, Gui."

"I can see that. You're troubled today, Armando, and your face is showing it to everyone. ¿Qué pasa?"

Armando turned around then, a loud sigh leaving him. "It's the señorita, Gui. I...Diós."

Guillermo chuckled, approaching him with slow steps. He knew his friend too well, the same good old Armando from the Academy days in front of him now.

He remembers how Armando was, how he always has been. Passionate, intense, a handsome man who always let insecurities get the best of him on these matters. When they were young sailors, it would brew down to him thinking no respectable woman should be with him because of his father's actions. Then, as they rose ranks practically together, it extended to his capabilities, to him being away for too long and not wanting to hold a woman "hostage to his work", as he said.

Armando never planned on being a captain until Guillermo himself vouched for him. He would be a good one, and time proved him right at every possible instance, but at the cost of his own captaincy offer. Guillermo was a man of the crew, Armando was a man of command and it was the way it was supposed to be.

Being on so many different ships together, the deaths, La Maria and the curse, had brought them impossibly close together. They confided everything to each other. The young Armando who relucted in seeking comfort with brothel women in their stops was in front of him again, insecurity and fear shining in his deep eyes and Guillermo almost laughed at how unfitting it seemed to see this man, strong and stubborn, like this.

"What about her, amigo? You seem to be enjoying each other's company enough."

Armando blushed and Lesaro's eyebrows shot up as he said, "She showed up in my dream last night. We talked, Gui. She held my hand, not even flinching at my cursed face."

"Impossible. She never saw us cursed, never even been on La Maria. Armando, are you sure you simply didn't dream her being there?"

He shook his head, "No, ella estaba conmigo. She mentioned it today before breakfast, when I met her at the hall. No sé que hacer."

To say Lesaro was more amused than he should was an understatement, "Perhaps it is a sign, amigo."

Salazar squinted at him, "No te atrevas..."

"A sign your affections are mutual and you need to stop this nonsense and ask Hugo for her hand."

"¡Guillermo Lesaro!", Armando said, eyes going wide and face red. "¡No, absolutamente no!"

"Armando, we got another shot at life to make things right and be happy. If it lies with her, allow yourself to feel it."

"¡No, Guillermo! La señorita is young, I'm an old, seasoned sailor. It is highly inappropriate and wrong to even suggest such a thing."

"A lot of things changed in these years we have been gone, amigo."

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of someone approaching. One look at her and Armando's eyes softened immediately and she gave them a curtsy before looking up at him again. The dress, green skirt and floral overcoat, the hat on top of her head, the way she looked up with the fan in her left hand, open, the message conveyed so elegantly.

"Am I interrupting, ¿almirantes?"

"No, señorita! I was just telling Armando I have something to attend to at the Armada headquarters so if you will excuse me.", Lesaro bowed to them and walked away, a smile on his face at the playful betrayal.

Armando, on the other hand, held her right hand and planted a kiss on it in greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Walk with me, Armando?", she said, smiling. And Armando would not, could not refuse. He offered her his arm, smiling as she took it and they walked towards the gardens.

Spanish translations:

¿Dónde vás? = Where are you going?

¿Qué pasa? = What's going on?

Diós = God

No, ella estaba conmigo = No, she was with me

No sé que hacer = I don't know what to do

Amigo = Friend

No te atrevas... = Don't you dare...

¡No, absolutamente no! = No, absolutely not!

Almirantes = Admirals

Señorita = miss

#captain salazar #armando salazar #captain salazar x reader #captain salazar x you #armando salazar x reader #armando salazar x you #potc #potc fanfiction #potc imagine #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean imagine #dmtnt #potc dmtnt

[donnetellotheturtle]

Wings

Chapter 2

“Its your house. You get it.” Nuru said after a long moment.

Hugo glared. Then the doorbell rang again.

Varian swallowed hard, unable to move. Hugo took a deep breath. “Hide feathers. I’ll take care of this.”

“But-“ He was being gently pushed by Nuru towards a door. A basement, if he had to guess. She opened the door and, confirming the feeling, it led to a set of stairs. Nuru pulled Varian down them. It was freezing down there. Varian immediately started to shiver.

Hugo swallowed hard as the doorbell rang for a third time. He opened the door.

Standing there, was Yong. Crap. He forgot he was supposed to tutor the teen today. And his mom dropped him off early. He looked at the clock. 11:00. Usually he didn’t come until 12.

“Hey Hugo!” Yong grinned, coming in.

“Yong I can’t-“

“My mom said that there was a huge bird out this morning! There were these guys passing out flyers! It looked super cool! Maybe we can go look for then instead of tutoring today!”

“No we cant.”

Yong pouted. “I wont tell my mom if you don’t.”

Hugo pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was too tired for this. “Yong…”

“….I saw something in the window earlier.”

Ah. Yong was watching them. Why was he not surprised?

“What did you see?”

“…A huge wing.” Yong looked at him with those intelligent, kind eyes. The teen truly meant no harm. He was just curious. “…I thought it was fake. Then it moved.”

Hugo sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I wont! I promise!” Yong gripped his schoolbag.

“Do you have one of those flyers?”

The teen nodded, and pulled his schoolbag, and gave it over to Hugo.

It was definitely Varian. Though blurry, he could see the boys teal streak in his hair. The flyer was offering up 10000 dollars for whoever caught him. That…that wasn’t a good sign. Yong must have seen the grim look on his face, cause he hugged Hugos waist.

Hugo hugged back, then pulled away.

“Is the person in this picture okay?” Yong asked.

Hugo sighed. “Not exactly…he’s skittish and scared. He doesn’t trust us, really and I can’t say I blame him…not many people would pass up a prize like this.”

Yong bit his lip. “…Are you going to give him up?”

Hugo thought about it for a moment. The prize was good money but…the look on Varian’s face…that look when he first woke up this morning. It haunted him.

“No.”

Yong smiled, relived. “Good.”

Hugo chuckled. He knew what Donella and Cyrus would do in this situation and it filled his stomach with dread. He had to get Varian out of this house, away from dangerous eyes.

“So, what are you going to do?” Yong asked.

“I don’t know…I really don’t.” Hugo sighed.

“Can I…can I meet him?”

Hugo looked at the teen giving him puppy eyes. Then sighed. “I’ll see if he’s up for it.”

“Yong’s here…he was the one watching us earlier.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“He knows about Varian.”

There was a short pause in the conversation.

“He doesn’t mean any harm. Though he does want to meet Varian…”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“maybe run it by him? There’s also something else we need to discuss. There’s this flyer….with a 10000 dollar prize for Varian.”

“…Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“you’re not…thinking about it are you?”

“Of course not! I mean I did for a second…”

“Hugo.”

“I’m not going to take it.”

“…let’s not tell him about the flyers just yet. Might make him bolt. I’d rather not chase after him in the snow.”

“Agreed. About Yong?”

“Right. I’ll ask.”

Hugo turned to Yong quickly. “Could you hide that flyer? We don’t want to freak him out.”

Yong nodded and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

“Varian said its okay, but he wants to make sure it’s not a trap.”

Hugo thought about how to make him more comfortable. He wasn’t sure.

“What would make him the most comfortable?”

A short pause.

“Giving him a lot of space, but everyone in view.”

“Got it.”

Hugo gently pulled Yong away from the door, and waited. A minute later, Nuru led the way in and Varian followed.

“Woah…” Yong whispered. “Cool!”

Varian stared at the shorter boy nervously.

“Can you fly? How fast can you go? Have you ever flown as high as an airplane? Where did you come from?”

Yong was bouncing on his heels. Varian calmed down a little seeing the teens excitement.

“Uh…yeah, usually. Not right now cause of the splint but I can go pretty fast. I’ve never measured it though. I’ve flown higher than airplanes actually. It's really cold up there. I came from…Corona.”

All three of them turned to Varian.

“Corona?” Nuru questioned. “Where’s that?”

Varian bit his lip. “An island in the sky…”

“Cool!!!” Yong came up to Varian. “I’m yong!” He held out a hand.

“Uh, Varian.” Varian took it slowly.

Yong shook it excitedly.

“Feathers, if you’re from an island in the sky, how did you get down here?” Hugo asked.

Varian tensed. “I um…I….”

Nuru frowned, putting a hand on Hugos shoulder. “Questions for another time, Hue.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Varian smiled a bit in relief. Hugo bit his cheek. The winged boy reminded him of himself just after he was adopted by Donella. Jumpy and scared and ready to run at a moments notice if something went wrong. Ready to lie, cheat, steal, and betray at a moments notice if it meant he stayed alive.

Hugo shook those thoughts out of his head.

He watched as Yong asked questions to Varian.

“Whats Corona like?”

“Uh well…it’s a small kingdom. Ruled by queen Rapunzel after her parents retired.”

“Does she have wings too?”

“Yeah. Golden ones that are like 6 feet wide!”

Hugo smiled as Varian lit up in talking about his home.

“Woah!!”

“And my…my dad…” Varian faltered. “Oh my god…my dad.”

Hugo put a hand on Varians shoulder, squeezing it. “You okay?”

“I just…I haven’t thought about him in years…not since…”

Varian looked down, only for Yong to hug him. He looked at the teen. “It sounds like you miss him a lot.”

“I do…I really do. We lived out in old Corona together…a smaller island connected to the bigger one…I helped with the farm. He was the only one I had…no…no one there really understood me. At least he tried to.”

Hugo sighed. “We’re getting you home.”

“Huh?” Varian looked over to him.

“We’re going to get you home to your dad, Feathers.”

Varian all at once had hope, suspicion, fear, and excitement in his face. “…how?”

“I don’t know.” Hugo admitted. “But it’s better than staying here.”

Nuru nodded. “Youre one of us now, Varian.”

“O-One of you?”

Hugo grinned, wrapping an arm around Varian’s shoulders, careful of his bad wing. “Yeah angel. The dork patrol.”

Yong giggled. “That isn’t our team name!”

“You’re right! I nominate team flight control as our name.” Nuru said.

“Well I like the best friend squad!”

Hugo looked at Varian. “What do you think angel?”

Varian thought for a second. “….Team radical?”

“Yes!” The three called out, grinning. Varian chuckled.

Varian felt warmth in his stomach. Just a couple of hours and these two were already claiming Varian as one of their own. It felt, oddly calming. Varian couldn’t trust it though.

What if they wanted something? What if they learned about the money they would get for turning him in?

What if all of this was some dream his brain made up to help him cope with being in that awful place? One where he had friends and people he could trust.

“Angel.” Hugo was suddenly close to Varians face. It made the winged boys face heat up.

“Y-Yeah?”

“You can trust us. Okay?”

Varian bit his lip. “…You promise?”

Hugo took his hand. It made Varians face heat up more.

“I promise.”

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#hugo vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #tangled varian #varian #vat7k #varigo #nuru vat7k #varian vat7k #vat7k fic

[maxwell-grant]

Are the any superhero type characters from Brazil you wish got more attention internationally?

The ones I create, hopefully I don't really want specific characters to get more attention internationally, so much as I want more interesting characters to be developed, because most Brazilian superheroes (and that goes for a lot of other international superheroes) tend to be stuck on creative dead ends. I can elaborate more on that and the history of Brazilian superheroes if asked but if you want a specific answer, I'll give three, first one being, Tales of the Orishas by Hugo Canuto.

Tales of the Orishas fuses the pantheon of the African diasporic religion of Candomblé with the Silver Age comic aesthetics of Jack Kirby into a riveting tale of high adventure. The story centers around a celestial battle between the gods of Brazil, who are worshipped by the Bahia people, and a fearsome conquering force led by a dark and malevolent overlord. Only Shango, the god of fire and thunder, can lead his people into victory while the fate of creation hangs in the balance.

It is considerably popular already and even used for didactic purposes in classrooms overseas. but I can say very comfortably can say that this is a thing that should reach as large an audience as possible by any means. I mean, fucking look at it.

I haven't had a chance to read it yet, but I've seen enough pages of it that I can very comfortably call it the best Jack Kirby tribute I've ever seen, even though it's ambitions are way higher than just doing that, and It's been heavily recommended by everyone I follow within the Brazilian comics scene for very self-evident reasons. Gets my strongest recommendation out of all these as proof of concept for what can and should be done with Brazilian superheroes.

Danilo Beyruth is one of the biggest names amongs the local comics scene, and has done several works with superhero-esque characters like The Necronaut, which is about a Spectre-esque "lifeguard of the dead" who wanders the world helping spirits carry over and resolve their unfinished business, and Days of Horror, which is a showcase piece for 50 major names in Brazilian comics, in a story about a Dr Doom analogue named Doc Horror standing trial for his role in an alien invasion that murdered his world's Trinity as well as thousands of civilians. He's done five books on the Astronaut series, which are a space-opera superhero-esque revamp of Monica's Gang character Astronaut, more in line with their more adult-themed Graphic MSP line-up.

The power to change the world lies in his hands...but he only wants to play king.

Rei de Lata is set in a world ravaged by war that faced it's worst disaster: a biological weapon that practically drove an entire country extinct. Unexpectedly, however, all children born after the attack developed some kind of abnormality, some kind of power generated by a survival instinct, trauma or extreme situation. Due to their immunity to the toxic air, the surviving adults detest and fear them, and wish to hunt and study them, and so the super-kids must battle for their survival in a post-war country.

And I'm also gonna be including Rei de Lata (I think you can loosely translate it as The Can King but that is way too clunky and isn't quite right for what the name is supposed to mean and sound like), which is available on Webtoon. It's more along the lines of a shonen battle manga, but it is about distinct, superpowered characters, it's invited enough comparisons to MHA and the main character is a supervillain so I feel comfortable putting it here. It's been ongoing since 2017 and I think it got a physical release, it rules and rises above a lot of it's inspirations, the protagonist and side characters are all great opposite perfectly detestable villains. Very strongly recommend it, really excited to see where it's going.

#replies tag #superheroes #brazil #brazilian comics #brazilian superheroes #contos dos orixás #danilo beyruth #rei da lata #international superheroes

[kencoded-kengirl]

LOOOOOOL KRANK THAT SOULJA BOY 🔥💯 LMFAOOOO OLD MAN YAOI frank is every bit as bad as stewy is with kendall when it comes to logan. he can only see the nice parts. he knows logan isn’t a good man or even a good father but he’ll love him forever anyway. he could get fired a hundred thousand times and he wouldn’t know how to stay away. that’s how they are. he hates caroline because logan pays her so much attention. he hates marcia because logan trusts her so much. even, sometimes, he hates gerri, because logan wanted her like a lover and he’ll never, ever, want frank that way, no matter how long he waits or how much he parents logan’s children. and gerri is so ungrateful for it. she doesn’t even want his attentions, how can that be? it’s like logan doesn’t think anything of him anymore, even though when they were twenty-eight, logan would tell him everything.

he would tell him about uncle noah and keep telling him until his voice got scratchy and his chest got tight, which was something he usually only did with women he had become obsessed with. of course that made frank feel special, even though he knows it can never mean anything. he’ll never be logan’s real wife, or kendall’s real father, or ceo. logan has always known there was something strange about him, something queer, something that prevents him from being more than just loyal confidante and underling. does anyone ever tell you guys that you’re kind of obsessed with him? karl asks, new blood in the legal department, and gerri and frank glance at each other. he’ll learn soon enough.

he doesn’t, though. karl is always so placid with logan, nodding along when he’s bullied, smiling flatly, being just funny enough. he does his job and doesn’t get made into anybody’s godfather. frank waits for thirty years for something to change, but, in a way, the four of them are mountains, and thirty years is not enough. frank is sitting in the cabin of an airplane, staring at gerri, who is staring at karl, who is staring at him. for gerri, god is dead in the next cabin over. for frank, the realization that every minute he lives now will be without logan is dawning. karl is thinking absently of who might be made interim ceo. frank feels like he might have been sitting with the two of them in this airplane since he was twenty-eight.

no one spirals. it’s too obvious to do that. the kids need them. the company needs them. karolina needs them. and they’ve always had each other as a constant comfort, even if they’ve never been anything more. at matsson’s retreat, frank takes one look at the sauna and says, good luck getting me in that thing. karl says, i can’t agree more. the kill list feels far away and meaningless as they sit together, breathing in the cold air, laughing at hugo in the same way they’ve been doing together for ever and ever. the grief feels almost meaningless, too.

little shiv, who used to sit at the end of the long dining table in the hamptons doing summer school and tell frank every detail of her life because roman and kendall think they’re too grown-up for me, now, asks them at the funeral how bad was dad? frank can’t answer honestly. karl’s honesty is too dry. she walks away. when she does, karl brushes his knuckles against frank’s, and even though they never tried this once in thirty years of being in each other’s business, frank knows without having to be told that he’s supposed to tangle their fingers together and hold on tight.

maybe they should have cared more about the kill list, though. tom fires them. he has to. he does it together, the three of them in logan’s office, killing two birds with one stone. it hurts frank more than logan’s death did, and it’s the best thing that ever happened to karl. the two of them are standing side-by-side outside of the temple that is waystar, waiting for their drivers to take them away for the last time. did we ever meet up outside of work? karl asks, because he actually can’t remember. when was the last time either of us did something outside of work? frank counters, and karl chuckles. you wanna give it a try? frank does want to give it a try. he’s forgotten what it’s like to spend an evening without one of logan’s children, or mistresses, or siblings, or apprentices, or disciples within his line of sight. somehow, karl has completely avoided becoming any of these things.

the house in the country is many times too large for two. frank reads shakespeare in the sunroom and drinks tea. karl walks in and says, can we go to the pond tomorrow? and frank says, no, i’m meeting kendall for breakfast tomorrow. karl doesn’t roll his eyes. okay, can we go to the pond on wednesday? the ducks will miss us, karl tries again. you make me feel old, frank says, happily.

you gave him too much credit, says karl, finally, on wednesday, tossing stale bread into the duck pond. you never gave him enough, says frank. i didn’t have to. he was just my business partner, says karl. and he was the love of my life, frank says, but in saying it, he’s proving it wrong. logan would never have fed the ducks with him, or encouraged frank to idolize him less. FROG AND TOADDDD 🔥🔥🔥😂😂🔥 LMFAO COMPRESSION SOCKS

#succession #succession hbo #krank #frank vernon #karl muller #logan roy #gerri kellman #old guard succession #this wasn’t supposed to be this long but idgaf #krank may be a joke to you but krank will NEVER be a joke to me #amperspeaks

[rollercoasterwords]

the authors list is NOT too long you can make it even longer.... if you have the energy to share what do you think r's favourite book of each writer would be then..... i would be. intrigued.......

WHAT a fun question. let's see let's see....

(disclaimer that i would not consider myself intimately familiar with all of these writers so....not an expert but on this blog i am god and what i say goes sorry)

poe - i don't feel particularly strongly abt this one bc i'm not a huge poe fan myself, but. for remus....i think he would like the fall of the house of usher <3 think he'd get a kick out of madeline <3

peake - this one i do have strong feelings abt....remus is a mervyn peake girlie 2 me sorry but gormenghast is one of his favorite books this i believe in my heart of hearts to be true....

tolkein - tbh i don't actually think remus would be like. the biggest tolkein fan. i think he'd hook up with a guy who was really into lotr and borrow copies off him and then they'd stop seeing each other + he'd just never return the copies but. he would honestly just feel kinda meh towards tolkein on the whole...too catholic for his taste methinks...(sirius on the other hand would be really into lotr....nerd....)

shelley - frankenstein. self-explanatory

bronte - gave myself some wiggle room here by not specifying the bronte sister but. it would be emily and it would be wuthering heights <3 i think remus would have a love-hate relationship w it tho...like i think he'd complain about catherine + heathcliff but would also keep going back and rereading it...

hugo - personally. i think victor hugo would be one of his faves like i think remus would enjoy quite a few of his books BUT. his favorite would be the man who laughs <3

tolstoy - personally not familiar enough with tolstoy to give a firm answer on this one....i want 2 say the death of ivan ilyich but i could be swayed to think otherwise...

wilde - the picture of dorian gray. basic perhaps but who can resist dorian...

kafka - think kafka would be another one of his favorites. i wanna say the metamorphosis....maybe that is also too basic i'm just choosing all the hs english syllabus books but....well come on he turns into a giant bug. hard to top that. also #relatable for one remus lupin....

malory - turning this one over to @superloonyluna whose suggestion it was <3 i have not actually read any malory myself so i defer to her judgment

butler - i actually don't think remus would be big into sci-fi BUT. lily is + that girl would have him reading butler whether he wanted to or not. i think he would fuck w bloodchild + also the patternist series

le guin - honestly think he would fuck w pretty much anything le guin (especially once lily swayed him over 2 sci fi) but a wizard of earthsea would be like...comfort book that he read growing up + consistently returns to

#wfrau #ask #book recs

[gadriezmannsgirl]

In Your Arms - Antoine Griezmann

Warnings: Suggestive content at the end

Summary: A bad day never ends badly with Antoine by your side

You slammed the door to your house, throwing your bag to the floor without a care and lay yourself against the wall.

Nothing today seemed good for you, someone bumped into you hard whilst being at the office and made you fall to the floor, your lower back being the one who came out hurt; you needed to print some papers only to receive the information that the office printer didn't worked since yesterday so you had to walk three streets down towards a papelería and because you weren't in the office for fifteen minutes, your boss got angry and yelled at you because she had needed you with some signatures and couldn't send in the work to the supervisors on time.

Then whilst you where finally signing those papers, the newest intern came in with your lunch and coffee, only to trip and pour the drink all over your already done work.

You wanted to scream, yell and cry at the youngman but decided against it and only hissed when that happened. You nodded and asked him to leave your office not in the greatest moods and once the clock ticked four and thirty you grabbed your things and left, resulting in you coming home early but you needed it.

And you were so into your things, you didn't saw Antonie come in and watch you whilst drinking his mate

"Something's wrong?" You squealed in surprise at the voice

"Jesus christ" You mumbled

"Everything good?"

"Besides you almost producing a heart attack on me? Yes, everything's fine" You said as he raised his eyebrows

"Are you sure?" You sighed shaking your head

"Everything's bad" You let out "Today has been bad which makes me see everything's wrong" You reformed

"Can I help you?" You nod "Do anything you want, I just wanna be in your arms for the rest of the day" He smiled and for the first time after stepping into your work you smiled

"I can do that" He walked over to you and kissed your lips "Go, drink some water and wait for me here. I'll be upstairs and I'll come back in a second" He said kissing your cheek and going upstairs in steps of two.

You smiled watching him disappear into your shared bedroom, you did what you were told, you got into the kitchen and served yourself a glass of water.

You were too busy looking at that framed picture in your guys freezer of you and Antoine, to take notice of Antoine's footsteps.

It was taken in the past World Cup times but in France, after they had lost the title against Argentina and came back home receiving a warm and lovely welcome by the hands of their fans and the French peoole who were proud of their performance during the competition.

It was after everything ended that you came out to the terrace and saw him standing there, whilst you were comforting him and trying to make him laugh which was a bit easy seeing as he was in a good mood, Marine, Hugo's wife took a pic of the two of you laughing in each others arms, the love you have for each other radiating from the looks, smile, way of being and touches you gave each other.

Anto really liked the picture and framed it putting it in your freezer so everytime he passed by he can kiss it and kiss you too.

"You know you can stare at the real me like that, right?" His voice once more pulled you out of your thoughts, you turned to look at him and smiled

"I already do that" You whispered watching him come up to you engulfing you in his arms, he smiled against your temple

"Come on" He said "Let's go upstairs, I prepared you a nice and warm bath" You smiled "Go and relax, I'm still not finished and gotta do some things here"

"Want you there with me" You asked looking into his deep and beautiful blue eyes watching him smile "Will be, chérie" He said smiling softly "Go before the water gets cold, I'll be there in a few" And with another smile he let you go watching as you got upstairs.

As soon as you got into your bedroom, you undressed feeling the white body and the dress pant being too much for you, you undid the ponytail you were wearing and masssaged your scalp. You got inside the bathroom and you instantly smiled, he had lighted up several scented candles that were your favorites.

You leaned into the wall, looking at his masterpiece already feeling better and slowly forgetting about your day. You took of your bra and panties and entered the warm water feeling all of your back muscles instantly relax. You sighed out in relief, closing your eyes.

You loved the fact he put into the water, your favorite scent fragance, slowly rubbing the delicious smell into your skin.

Just as you were at the verge of falling asleep, the door opened revealing Antoine with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his other hand. You smiled

"It's my favorite" You said with a hand already out to take a glass

He laughed pouring some wine for you to drink in the glass, you watched how he undressed himself, his naked body entering slowly sitting in front of you

"You're really far away" You complained softly as he smiled, grabbed you by the legs and pulled you into him. You laughed "Hi"

"Hi" He said with his face now close to yours and a light smile on "Feeling better?" He asked softly

"I can't even remember my day, I'm all in with you right now" You confessed as his smile widened even more if it was possible. His perfect and white teeth on full display giving you one of the most perfect shows you've seen on your life.

"That was what I was aiming for" You chuckled sipping on your glass

"Thank you for changing your mate for this expensive wine"

"Anything for my woman" He pushed some of you hair back, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck "Would do anything to bring that beautiful smile of yours back" You couldn't help but smiled "Just like that" You giggled

"That's always easy for you. I can't resist you and I'm also in love with you" You said pushing yourself into him a bit more

"Glad to know we feel the exact same way, chérie" You smiled, his kisses travelling low on your chest, now. "Now, let me continue my work of loving you and taking your stress away" You could only answer with a breathy gasp as he indeed kept on his promise, loving you and taking your stress away.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

#M. is writing #writing #antoine griezmann blurb #antoine griezmann fluff #antoine griezmann x reader #antoine griezmann x you #antogriezmann #antoine griezmann #atletico madrid #atleti #france #antoine griezmann one shot #antoine griezmann fanfic #atletico de madrid #france national team

[bluberimufim]

Find the Word tag

I was tagged by @stesierra (see her find words here), so let's go! My words were sympathy, cruel, kind, and rough.

Sympathy

The two siblings didn't take long to get used to the circus. In truth, it was as if they had been born to be there, dancing and spinning among its tents. To them, the work was as natural and comfortable as breathing. They couldn't imagine themselves without it. August found that Johann was actually a great person, all sympathy and grace. He couldn't even believe he'd once thought he was just like Nikolaus. He saw it was impossible now.

Cruel

He took a deep breath, laying his hands flat on his desk to stop them from shaking. He tried to look her in the eyes. "I want a divorce." Barbara looked at him with an undecipherable expression. "May I know why?" Had he been too cruel in his declaration? Should he have opened with something else? "Because I found someone. And I want to be with her." "Someone? She must be very special to make you void this marriage..." "Why do you say that?" "The Johann I knew wouldn't go against his parents' wishes if it saved his life. You were so obsessed with their plan that you couldn't even see what was in front of you. Who is she?" "It's Anna. Vogelmann."

Kind

"I don't need to inform you of all my hobbies. Besides, you should already know. I do card tricks all the time." Hugo searched through his memories, looking for times in which Darius had performed any kind of magic for him. He remembered, some months ago, that he'd bought a new card deck, which had increased his excitement towards the subject. He remembered seeing him doing strange but fascinating things with those cards, something he'd interrupt him with while he was reading the newspaper in the evenings. Just like now. He also had a memory, although rather distant, of Darius doing a magic show in one or two bars the two frequented. "Ah, yes... you're right... But why now? Why didn't you pursue this career before becoming a tailor's apprentice?" "Well... I didn't think it would pay very well. I was scared I wouldn't find a job. besides, I never had a chance." Hugo arched an eyebrow. "And you have a chance now?"

(I want you all to know that, in this discussion, Darius is saying the equivalent of "I can become Gordon Ramsey's sous chef with 0 cooking experience on my resume and I WILL", and Hugo is telling him that no, he can't) (spoiler alert: he did)

Rough

(this is another encounter with the Man in Black and White! Hooray!!!)

He walked quickly, but only because his legs were extremely long. In truth, his gait was slow and relaxed, as if the sway of his patchwork cloak was setting the rhythm of a lullaby. Even so, the distance between them seemed to be widening. No matter how much she walked, she couldn't catch up to him. In a moment of strength, she jumped ahead and reached out her hand. After grasping at empty air, her fingers met something solid. She caught him, feeling a rough fabric brush against her hand. She stopped walking. He did too. She'd grabbed his cloak. Between her fingers, she was holding a fistful of his cloak. She was so close she could almost see the individual threads and stitches. She was breathless. She didn't know what to do. It was then that he turned around. It was slow, as if the movement had been slowed down a thousand times until it became impossible. And he stared at her. He looked at her with his endless eyes and she looked into them, inside of them. His black and white mask held no expression, but she felt there was fury hiding behind it, born from the pits of darkness that were his eyes. He tilted his head, as if examining her, dissecting every part of her being to see what was inside. He stretched his hand towards hers and removed it from his patchwork cape. Then, he disappeared into the streets.

Ooooh this was my favourite Find the Word so far! I just really like the snippets I ended up with!

Anyway, I'm going to gently tag @squarebracket-trick, @sm-writes-chaos, and @words-after-midnight. Your words are dangerous, rain, knowledge, and skip.

#the first one is from the chapter i'm gonna erase #AGAIN #goddamn chapter with August's no-longer-existing backstory #keeps haunting my find the word tags #love how they're all kind normal and then the last one just BAM #Reyna meets an eldrich god #she do be like that sometimes #writing #writeblr #my wips #black & wip #tag game #snippets

[kdval]

The more I study the game materials, the more I think about how the story could have looked if some events had gone differently. For example, what if Lucas had gone with his siblings to the island? He tricked Melie and Arthur once, forcing them to help Amicia and Hugo, but what would he have done if he met Arnaud?

At that point in the story, Arnaud was after the siblings anyway, but he was searching for a way to use them, not to kill them. Let's say this questline ended with negotiation. Lucas probably would have thought about a counter-plan in case something went wrong (remember, Arnaud eventually betrayed the siblings). Would he have considered leaving Arnaud behind, like Amicia wanted to abandon him in the cave? Well, he's not as radical as Amicia, but he's definitely more cautious and analytical.

Honestly, I feel the developers didn't pay as much attention to alchemy as they could have. Yes, they added a crossbow, pots, and a bunch of little gameplay stuff, but alchemy isn't as cool as it could be. Sure, Asobo is an indie studio, and their budget is restricted. Not that I complaining. Their dedication to visuals and story is undeniable.

But I have a feeling that they could easily throw away all that drag-a-cart-here, drag-a-cart-there and instead add more alchemy. Not to mention we were deprived of Devorantis; we got the crossbow only towards the middle of the game, and there were way more helmeted soldiers. According to the artbook, Asobo wanted this game to be more action-oriented, and you can clearly notice that, so why not develop alchemy?

I believe Lucas could shine in this chapter, considering he studies alchemy with all seriousness. Of course, he doesn't specifically search for info on how to blow a goddamn gate or what to throw in a soldier's face, but still. I loved this idea of companions and their special abilities. I loved how they added little animations and reactions of your companions when Amicia dies one way or another (even though I didn't see much of them on my own because I died like 2 or 3 times in three playthroughs? I guess?).

But still! Lucas could be our battle-mage... ahem, battle-alchemist. His "I love to throw any shit I find", his battle cry... so much potential.

We only have Lucas-does-big-boom and fancy prism. (I don't mention Arnaud, bc he's a soldier, what else you can expect from him beside his fight skill?)

I also wonder how he would behave when Hugo set rats on the slavers? (Let's imagine they had reached that fort, although Lucas would certainly have had objections.) We've seen our siblings fight many times, and Lucas calms down or lectures Amicia, but what would he do for Hugo? He was a very caring older brother at the beginning of the game, and I always wanted to see him, along with Amicia, comfort Hugo when he gets upset. After all, Lucas has a slightly different understanding of the Macula; he knows it clearly better than Amicia. We had Sophia instead, who was there for the siblings in that very moment of despair. She showed herself to be mature – exactly what they needed. And when Lucas arrived, I guess it was too late; Hugo wasn't himself anymore.

And I don't even mention what their life would be like up there in the mountains...

#a plague tale #a plague tale requiem #aptr #amicia de rune #lucas the apprentice #hugo de rune #just thoughts #analysis

[mlmxreader]

Cold, Cold Nights | Donny Donowitz x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: heyyyy ur favourite plant anon is back after a rewatch of inglourious basterds 👀👀👀

"Maybe we should cuddle for warmth" w my forever love donny sil vous plait?

- 🌹

summary: it's cold, too cold to sleep.

tws: swearing, smoking

Donny groaned, able to feel the hairs on his arm prickle as goosebumps littered his flesh, the chill creeping in from his shoulders and his knees as he looked around; he could see, very faintly, the flames of lighters from over where Wicki and Hugo stood guard, it would be Omar and Hirschberg's turn in a few hours. Shivering a little, Donny sat up, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, just about bathed in the dull light of the moon, his gaze laying on you; you were wide awake, too, and it was only confirmed when you clicked your lighter and he heard the burn of tobacco.

"(y/n)," he whispered, throwing a little pebble at your boots to get your attention. "Hey, you cold?"

You nodded, grumbling as you turned to face him. "Yeah, it's fucking freezing... you, too?"

Donny nodded back, daring to draw closer to you as he huffed loudly, a raw pale grey breath leaving his lips as he dared to lean into your side. "Maybe we should cuddle for warmth."

You chuckled softly, and he knew that you rolled your eyes as you flicked ash on the ground and leaned back into him. "Really?"

"Really," he hummed. "You said it yourself, it's freezing out here... we might catch a cold if we don't."

"And what if somebody sees?" You asked with a grumble. "You really wanna get caught now?"

Donny fell silent for a second as he tried to think, of course he knew that you weren't entirely comfortable with the Basterds knowing that you were dating, as while you knew that you could trust them with your life and with everything you had, you just weren't ready for the relationship to be out in the open quite yet; he understood, he always made it a point to make sure that you knew that, but even still, with the cold creeping in with every second, he was getting pretty desperate.

"We can just tell then the truth," he said, "we can just say we were cold and decided to share the heat."

You swallowed thickly, taking a long drag from your cigarette as you spared a look at him; you could feel it in your bones, an icy bite that made you groan and rendered you unable to sleep. "Alright... but this can't happen again."

Grinning, Donny made himself at home on your makeshift bed, which really just consisted of your jacket and bag, getting himself comfortable while he allowed you to finish off your cigarette; it wasn't long before you joined him, snuggling into his side and throwing one leg over his hips, your arm across his stomach as you sighed heavily, breath warm on his skin.

"When we're back home, we can do this every fucking night," he mused, "maybe even on a proper sized bed."

You couldn't help but to laugh a little, patting his stomach gently as you tried to brush off any overconfidence. "Maybe... it'd be nice."

"What'd you mean maybe?" He frowned, his brows furrowing as he turned his head to the side to look at you.

You shrugged, letting out a little murmur of a noise that told him you were unsure of your own words. "We don't know what's gonna happen tonight, let alone tomorrow... something could happen that means we... won't get to go home."

Donny shook his head, smiling a little as he brought his hand to your jaw, gently tracing it. "We'll be fine, we'll go home in the end. Both of us. You'll see, we'll be sent home for good, we'll get ourselves a fucking nice house, we'll settle down, and we'll get to see the game every week. Fuck, we'll even get married if you want."

"Married?" You questioned with a soft scoff. "Since when did we say that was on the table?"

Able to feel his face heat up a little, Donny looked up at the sky as he bit at his lip. "I just... y'know, I figured we would - one day. Maybe in a few years, maybe in a decade, I dunno."

"I didn't realise that was in the cards," you admitted. "But... yeah, I don't see why not - maybe we can just... do it when it feels natural?"

"Sure," Donny yawned. "I'd like that."

#mlem writes #donny donowitz one shot #donny donowitz imagine #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz #inglorious basterds x reader #inglorious basterds imagine #inglorious basterds #inglourious basterds imagine #inglourious basterds x reader #inglourious basterds

[donnetellotheturtle]

Protector

Chapter 1

Sent from hell

When Hugo was 5, he showed off his magic tricks to his father. Little things like illusionary fireworks erupting on his wall, or coins in his father ears that were pure chocolate, which they didn’t keep in the house.

This, as it turned out, was a mistake.

His father immediately forced him to tell him where he learned this magic. When he didn’t tell him, the answer he wanted, his father immediately tried to kill him.

This, as you can imagine, was surprising.

His father called Hugo a demon. He shouldn’t have been surprised when he acted like one.

It only took one firework to the eye to get the man to drop his knife. Hugo bolted out of the house. And never looked back.

--

At the age of 8, Hugo had learned to use his magic for fighting. He had to if he wanted to survive. He used illusionary magic to steal food, much more lethal kinds to take out robbers and people who just wanted to find someone to hurt.

There were a lot of those. Hugo stopped being surprised a long time ago.

And then came the day where he was attacked, and instead of having to fend for himself, someone, or rather two people, came to his rescue.

One was a lean woman with stark white hair and a scar on her cheek. The other was a burly man with raven hair and a beard.

The woman wielded magic. Just like him.

He had never seen anyone like him before.

The woman, after taking out the thugs, turned to him, bent down and nodded. “You’ve got guts kid.” She never offered to take him in, or even smiled.

She simply never stopped him when he followed her and her companion.

Hugo would quickly learn that her name was Donella. She was a witch with magic acquired from the eternal library in the moment she tried to save the love of her life from being consumed by that place.

The man was named Cyrus. He was like a brother to Donella. He didn’t say much, but a single word from him could stop Donella in her tracks.

Hugo never asked to stay with them, but they gave him a sleeping bag and a place in their large tent. He quickly found that he was more comfortable in this place than he had been at his father’s home. The expectations were high; teal this jewel if you want us to eat this week, make this happen if you want to survive the day, don’t ever get caught; but they were reasonable expectations. If they didn’t steal they didn’t eat. If they were caught, they’d be killed.

Hugo, despite the pain of being a witch, found himself to be enjoying life somewhat.

The rush of getting away. The feeling of putting guards right to sleep with a single word. He liked feeling the rush his powers gave him. He liked being more powerful than anyone realized.

Donella made sure that Hugo knew his place in the world. That some would stop at nothing to make sure their kind was taken out. He couldn’t trust anyone because their minds could be changed in an instant if they knew who, and what he was.

At least, Hugo thought, they had each other.

--

14 years old and the news of the princess of Corona with the powers of the sundrop. Hugo was surprised to say the least. Even more so when angry mobs didn’t rise up against her. He figured it was because she was a princess. Princesses weren’t treated like hell spawn.

Then came the news about the black rocks. Hugo, of course was curious about these. So he and Cyrus went on an expedition of sorts. From these black rocks, they couldn’t even get a clipping from them for Hugo’s experiments.

You see, along with his ever growing powers, Hugo was also an alchemist.

Donella had taught him the very basics as most of what she did was slight a hand and different forms of magic than Hugo, but Hugo took off with it. Finally something that was explainable. Something he could do without causing too much suspicion when they went somewhere they would need to go back to sometimes.

There were things he could do with alchemy that he couldn’t do with magic. Sure he could create some illusion or make a blade of ice to defend himself with. But he couldn’t make himself disappear with his magic. He could do that with a smoke bomb and a well timed exit. With alchemy he could learn exactly what formula he needed to understand what he did wrong. His magic didn’t work like that, he felt like. It either worked, or failed catastrophically (He remembered the time he burned off Cyrus’s beard by accident, leaving him with just the sideburns and mustache. It was not a good look).

He liked the sense of control it gave him. In fact he preferred alchemy over magic.

--

At the age of 18, Hugo had all but mastered his alchemy skill. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t figure out given time and ingredients. Reversal for a sleeping spell? Done. A fireball that could go off at the press of a button? Done. (Though he did admit that was more of a combination of his alchemy skills and Donellas technical skills). A soft landing for being chased off a roof? Finished.

Nothing could stop the three of them. As weird as it was, Hugo loved his family.

Which is why it broke his heart a little when Donella told him he had to leave for a mission.

“Don, I don’t want to go protect some castle dweeb!” Hugo said, sitting next to his sleeping bag with a huff.

Donella, used to this behavior, didn’t even spare a glance. “It has to be done. He’s turning 18 and you’re the only one with the brains to protect him.”

Hugo groaned. “Why?”

She threw a book, which hit him right in the gut. He groaned before looking at it. “…The eternal library?”

She turned. “He’s her son…she’d want me to protect him.”

“Why is that my problem?”

“That place that gave me my powers. It gave him some of it too. I don’t know how. I don’t know why. You have to find out before witch hunters come for him. If they do, take care of them.”

That got through. They’d had their fair share of witch hunters. Even in towns where the two of them had done nothing but alchemy. People still considered it witch craft.

Hugo sighed. “fine.”

“Take that book with you.”

“How am I supposed to get into the castle?”

A piece of paper hit him in the face. He rolled his eyes and unraveled it, adjusting his glasses. It was a script that Donella had forged. It said he was to study under Xavier the blacksmith.

“Uh, Don? There’s no blacksmith inside the castle.”

“This is just a way into the kingdom. I’m sure you can handle getting into the castle without suspicion.”

Hugo huffed, then turned and started packing his things.

--

It wasn’t a long trip into the kingdom of Corona. By Donella’s design, their camp wasn’t more than a few hours walk from the kingdom.

The first thing Hugo noticed coming in was just how well kept everything was. Even in the woods close to the entrance, he could smell something cooking from the snuggly duckling not far away. Cyrus had been there a few times but never really brought back anything of note other than “foods surprisingly decent.”

So Hugo continued his trek down the pathway to the bridge. He figured the easiest way to get in was that way.

It was a busy day with crowded streets in the entrance. Looking around he saw a person in full on armor but with a pair of oven mits handing out pastries to kids. The weirdest thing he’d seen in a while. He saw a sweet shop that smelled so good that he made a mental note to get something from there once he earned a few coins.

The streets were well paved, he thought. There was the cobblers, a general store, a dress shop. The normal stuff for a small kingdoms center. He walked for a little bit and spotted the black smith’s. Knowing that was where he was looking, he came in.

“….Hello?” He called out.

After a minute, a man in a leather apron, green shirt, black pants and shoes, and a white beard, though not quite as white as Donellas hair, stepped out. “Ah my new apprentice!” he said with a grin.

Hugo smiled politely. “…yes sir. My names Hugo.” He held out his hand to shake.

The man took it. It was surprisingly gentle for a blacksmith. Most of the ones he’d met before were rougher and made the bones in his hand feel like they were shattering.

“Its nice to meet you, young man.”

So Hugo followed Xavier around, it was surprisingly spacious in there, with room for a back apartment. He even had his own little room. Mostly he’d help out with the very basic stuff. Getting orders for metal, going through the paperwork of orders and helping out in the workshop when needed. He had three days off each week, and nights were never times to work. He figured that would give him plenty of time to get into the castle and find this varian. He didn’t even know what the guy looked like. He figured it wouldn’t be hard, just look for the pompous brat who worked in the castle with a teal streak in his hair.

Once Xavier showed him fully around, he left Hugo to settle in his new room. He sat down on his bed. He hadn’t had a bed in years. It was weird how soft it was. And even. He figured he wouldn’t be using it much anyway as the insomniac he was. He threw all of his twelve things down and opened the book Donella gave him on the eternal library. He wondered why she gave him this. He’d been traveling enough that he didn’t really have time to look.

Opening it, the author wrote about the seven trials of the seven kingdoms. He skimmed each section, finding nothing there fast. But finally, when he reached the section on the library itself, he found something.

“Those who enter the eternal library seldom come out. Many go only with the intention of receiving its magic, which can kill those deemed unworthy, which is most people.” The way this guy wrote was grating on his nerves. “However, i have entered once. It nearly consumed me with its curse. It has been years since I’ve escaped that place, but the magic of it passed down to my children. I fear for them in a world that is unkind to those with magic.”

Well, that explained how Donella had magic. But she said Varian was already born when the two of them journeyed there. So how could it pass down to him? There wasn’t much more in the page of use. He looked for the author. Some guy named Demanitus. Whoever that was, he was very long winded.

Hugo laid down on the bed and found himself falling asleep in minutes. —

Varian yawned deeply. This particular experiment was almost complete. The bimberry bushes for the gopher grab this year would grow big and more berries than ever before. Which was great because he loved bimberries He just needed to-

The door slammed open, disturbing his focus. He yelled out, nearly dropping his vial. Once he fully caught it he glared at the person.

Of course, it was his older brother. Eugene. He never did have a talent for knocking.

“Hey Rapunzel wants to know if…” He trailed off, seeing Varian’s glare. “Sorry.”

Varian sighed, putting his stuff down. “Whatever…I need a break anyway. What does she need?”

“Oh, she just wants to know if you were going to the festival tonight…you’ve been cooped up in your lab for days.”

Varian thought about it. He hadn’t seen the sun for about a week now. Shrugging, he nodded. “I guess I can take a break.”

“Good! Go get changed cause you are not going out in that.”

Varian looked at himself. He was covered in chemicals. He sighed and nodded.

Heading to his room in the castle with Ruddinger close on his heels, he yawned again. He was exhausted. Mostly by his own design.

He only sat down on the bed for a second before he fell fast asleep.

Varian opened his eyes in a dreamscape. He knew it was because he’d worked on lucid dreaming for years to stop the nightmares.

He was in a large library, it seemed to go on forever. Looking around, he saw white shelves stocked with books that went on for miles.

Then he saw her. A woman who he knew was his mother. She stared him down from the end of the isle. She was phantasmal, body glowing with teal energy. His teal streak glowed in her presence.

“…Mom?”

“Theyre coming for you.”

“…who?”

“You need to run. Run, Varian. Don’t let them find you.”

“mom. Mom I don’t under-“

He was shaken awake by Rapunzel. She was looking at him with a worried expression.

“…Rapunzel?” Varian asked groggily.

“Sorry. You seemed to be having a nightmare.”

“I was…I think? Maybe? I saw my mom Ina huge library. She said I can’t let them get me.”

Rapunzel just looked more worried.

“Probably just a weird dream.” Varian chuckled. “Too many all nighters.”

“…Okay.” Rapunzel was obviously worried. His sister never had a talent for hiding her emotions. “I was just wondering where you were…Eugene said you wanted to come to the festival and then you didn’t show up.”

“…How long have I been asleep?”

“Like, 5 hours?” She chuckled. “The daytime events are already done.”

Varian sighed and stood, stretching. “Well, there’s still things to do, right?”

“uh yeah but me and Eugene just came back.”

Varian paused. “Oh…I’ll just go on my own then!”

“Are you sure? I can ask if red or angry want to go?”

Varian nodded. “Psh, yeah. Ill be fine! It’ll be fun.”

“okay just, be careful.”

He nodded again, and Rapunzel made her leave. Once she did, he changed into clothing more suited to going out. Just a white shirt, red vest, and some black slacks. He didn’t own any other pairs of shoes other than those.

He looked in the mirror and smoothed down his hair. He thought about the dream for a moment, where his hair streak glowed, then shook his head. He was sure it was just a case of weird dreams.

He headed out to the festival.

--

He sipped a warm cider that one of the stalls people were selling as he leaned up against a wall. People watching wasn’t exactly his favorite thing to do but it beat sitting around being overstimulated.

There were kids running around and laughing, their parents watching and chatting with each other, some were drawing. The musicians were playing their hearts out and varian had to admit the song they were playing was nice.

After about an hour of this, he decided to head back. It was boring by himself.

He headed through the back ways to the castle, the main way was too crowded for his liking.

It was quiet in this area, less and less people as he walked across the pathway until it was just him. He yawned. The accidental nap had done him good but he could feel his body wanting more rest. He just needed to get back to the castle, then he could lay down.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Varian paused, then looked around.

Nothing but darkness. He couldn’t hear the party anymore. He couldn’t even see anyone. It was silent.

Something started bubbling on the ground. Varian, against his better judgement, moved towards it, reaching out a hand to touch it.

Then the substance snapped out and grabbed his arm. He yelled out as it started getting bigger and bigger, growing into a human shape. He tried to tear his arm away but the thing had him in its grip. Then more started appearing. He opened his mouth to scream for help but goop covered it, smothering any sound he might make.

“We’ve been looking for you, boy.” Many voices said at once. His heart pounded in his throat. He needed help! Someone, anyone!

Ice went directly through his attackers chest. Varian yelled out from under the goop. Looking up, he saw someone hidden in the darkness, only their hand lit up by magic. A witch. They had to be. Quickly they took out the other goop monsters, and grabbed varians hand, pulling him along. They ran fast, taking out the goop monsters that got too close. His saviors veins glowed in their hand, blue and purple and green colors.

Before he could think too much about it, he was shoved inside the castle door, and it was shut just as quickly. He couldn’t see what was beyond it, but he heard the many voices.

“You won’t keep us from the boy.”

“Ha. Want a bet?” A voice answered. Varian heard an explosion. And when he opened the door, everyone, including his savior, was gone.

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