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an introduction to: my 90s fame dr!

please read this god please there's art in here also ive put 5+ months of work into this dr at this point so i swear that there's interesting shit in here yall I SWEAR I AM NICHE.

reblogs greatly appreciated! this took me forever teehee

ohhh my god this is a long time in the making, ive put this off for so, so long and i really couldn't tell you why. this can act as a script me into ur dr post if you like as well!

for starters, you can find my pinterest board for this dr here :3 just in case u want some cool visuals i guess :3

so lets get the basics outta the way shall we?

full name: marley jo veitch

nicknames: mar, marley barley, mars bars, tink (reserved for s/o), living poet (public figure nickname type deal? yknow how stevie nicks gets called the white witch? yeah that)

pronouns: they/she

DOB: june 1st, 1970 (which makes me a gemini btw!)

occupation: musician (piano, violin, guitar n bass, some drums, and saxophone), poet, author (fiction and nonfiction), actor on occasion, also a comedian that one time

skills: all things music + writing basically, film analysis, pop culture analysis i guess, home decor, drawing, fashion?, and being the most autistic person in the multiverse

appearance stats: 5'3", 145ish lbs, long brownish-reddish hair with some light brown highlights in there, sorta wavy but barely

body mods: COVERED in tats (theres a tattoo section on the pinterest board but i also drew some so), septum piercing, snake bites, and a fair few ear piercings. and also i have glasses but thats not a body mod thats just a thing on my body.

"workin and workin't? you have a job?" more on that later!

relationships and such! with photos!

s/o: robert sean leonard

"hey, do i recognise this guy?" you might! he played notable roles such as neil perry in dead poet's society, claudio in much ado about nothing, and james wilson in house md!

best friends: dylan kussman, allelon ruggiero, alexandra powers, and kimya dawson

"do i recognise more of these people?" again, probably! dylan, al, and alex were all in dead poets society, and kimya is a musician best known for her indie songs, some featured in the movie juno!

my career! (oh good lord)

writing based - undedicated musings

(1986-1993)

alright so this is a bit hard to explain, bear with me. undedicated musings is an anonymous newsletter-based poetry... publication? run by me, under the pen name 'chartreuse', and the whole shtick is that i write poetry, love letters, and whatever else to the person i'll end up spending my life with, but the recipient of said writings is completely unknown, even to me, so im kinda just writing to nobody. until! i actually set my eyes on someone (obviously rsl) and then the writings start to get a bit more specific and yearn-y and personal. since the recipient is anonymous, all the writings are written for a 'vermillion'. both chartreuse and vermillion's identities are revealed when we get married in 1993. and no, rsl doesn't know that i'm chartreuse, nobody does until i reveal myself. i think its kinda cool :3

film based - dead poet's society

(1988-1989)

so for starters, i was part of the crew that worked on the set of dead poets society, now all my friends (except kimya, her and i become friends in the late 90s) make sense! my actual job on set is kind of a vague be-here-and-do-a-bit-of-everything type deal, so there's no set title beyond "assistant to lead" even tho it's essentially government assigned 'friendship' LMAO. but! me and the cast get on like a house on fire, so i kinda just get to tag along on their wacky teenage-ish boy adventures. this totally does not stem from a desire to be part of a teenage boy friend group, and i am, in fact, totally cisgender. i am also lying. anyway, without going into too much detail, me and my s/o-not-yet-s/o (will be referring to him as rsl from this point on) sorta have a painstakingly long will they wont they type deal, because i guess i like torturing myself. we meet a day before all the actual film stuff starts just as a sort of preliminary get to know eachother because you'll be in close proximity VERY often for months. thats some time in march - june-ish? of 1988 (i shift to my dr the day before!) and we don't actually get together until june of 1989. so.

also! some changes to the movie because i can make those: knox overstreet is now played by matthew lillard instead of josh charles, because josh charles is a fucking zionist and i dont want to associate with him in any reality! knox also isnt a b plot to the movie at all, instead focusing on meeks and pitts because i find them much more interesting! and also knox's b plot is creepy as hell! also, the racism against natives (read this!) is completely gone! no thanks!

music based - MAURZI

(1988-2004 technically)

strap in boys because this is the main event of this dr and the lore is VAST. MAURZI (must be spelled in all caps, like MF DOOM) is a sort of musical person/character i've made to tell the story of via a series of albums. i release my first single in october of 1988 titled "lunarian", which is a fun little song about a being from the moon arriving on earth and having some inter-planetary culture shock. and thats the only song i've actually planned! i release 6 total albums that map out the MAURZI storyline kinda

- MAURZI (1989)

- GONE TO SHIT! (1991)

- Charmed (1992)

- I found Him in Santa Barbara (1995)

- Waterworks (1998)

- also bibliography (2004) but those are released as songs By Me and not MAURZI, just released under the same artist. MAURZI storyline ends with Waterworks.

now here's where you get the very extensive MAURZI lore. MAURZI is a sort of alternate-universe representation of me, where in i'm much more famous than i actually am in my dr, and i am absolutely RUINED by my fame in a fuck ton of ways. each album is a different section of her life so i'll explain it album by album. also for reference, in my dr capitalism/ currency isnt a thing, but in the MAURZI... verse? it is. because i like anti capitalist art! same goes for most other media im in/ participate in, actually. MAURZI uses she/her pronouns btw, i dont.

MAURZI - my self-titled album is about as close and personal to my life as i'll get, which an average amount because i still throw in some songs about shit that i have not at all done/ experienced. (ex. songs about cheating, toxic relationships, and things along those lines. thankfully ive had a mostly healthy relationship with relationships! except that one time!) MAURZI is new to the music scene but she's here to make some lovely tunes to help process some stuff! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sarah kinsley, dodie, jeff buckley, tv girl, mitski, and peach pit.

GONE TO SHIT! - MAURZI's first album blew the fuck up! now she's thrown into the midst of dealing with an incomprehensible amount of attention on her at all times, which she was absolutely not prepared for. what does she do to cope? sex drugs and rock n roll, baby! she also gets addicted to 2 outta those 3 things! can you guess which ones?? now, obviously, this album is entirely fictional and is only tangentially inspired by some life events, heavy emphasis on the tangentially. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the nonstick pans, panic! at the disco, forest, david bowie, chappel roan, and king gizzard & the lizard wizard.

Charmed - the love song album! this is basically comprised of songs i sorta wrote about rsl, but changed up a fuck ton because i wrote them while i was pining and did Not want him to knkw who they were about. in terms of MAURZI stuff, she meets someone just after deciding that she's gotta clean up her act if she wants to exist healthily. recovering alongside a loved one and them being a motivator for recovery! now i should specify here that MAURZI's s/o is not the same as mine, and is entirely gender neutral/ doesn't even have a canon(?) human appearance at all. they're named Vermillion because we love a callback! artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): the smiths, siouxsie and the banshees, james blake, queen, laufey, and her's.

I found Him in Santa Barbara - yknow how when a banana ripens too much and it starts to tuen brown? yeah imagine that logic but applied to recovery, i guess. NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO REITERATE THAT MAURZI AND I ARE TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND MAURZI IS JUST A CHARACTER. essentially MAURZI had a spiritual awakening and "found god." but what that ACTUALLY means is that she started viewing vermillion as a sort of god? but she's keeping it on the down low (making an album about it) because she doesn't want vermillion to thing she's CRINGE. themes of loving a god, being IN love with a god, being in lust with a god, temporarily thinking youre a god? stuff along those lines. its a bit intense, VERY experimental and.. heavy? both in themes and in musical style for some portions. this is my fav album out of all of them if you couldnt tell. artists im taking inspiration from include (but are not limited to): sleep token, WILLOW, type o negative, slipknot, lemon demon (specifically songs off spirit phone), hozier, violent vira, pierce the veil, gorillaz kinda, bjork, kate bush, deftones, destroy boys, and rammstein probably.

Waterworks - so yknow how MAURZI was having a whole trouble with god moment? yeah well thats gone now, no i haven't figured out how that'll work narratively, thats for me to figure out in like 10 years from now (now being 1988, naturally.) we've returned to our self-titled roots in terms of musical style! now we've just got some fun themes of trauma and such! and then that's the and of MAURZI as a character story wise, as i said earlier the album after this one is just a Me album. same artist inspo as self titled!

and guess what! music lore isnt even fuckin done! my music in this dr is a multiverse in itself goddamn. so basically the album covers for each album tell a completely seperate story about a completely seperate alter ego/ character/ whatever named Moonzi. name given by my audience (which is my excuse for coming up with such a shitty name and then keeping it.) the story of moonzi, without going into too much detail because i dont wanna type it all out, is a sci-fi type story about a being from the moon (lunarian callback!) on a quest to bring this space artifact back to its original place, basically. a bit more on it later, emphasis on a bit. also! each album cover is drawn by a different artist, and each album artist animates one official music video off their respective album, just cuz i like art and stuff! those music videos kinda follow the moonzi storyline loosely, but incorporate MAURZI elements. is this confusing? hope not. drawings!

writing based - novels

can you believe im still not done? like not even close? certified yapper. anyway! my 3 fiction novels (Manchester, NH - 1991, Curator Rye, 1997, Sand Dollars + Pearls - 2008) are about my ocs basically! thats it really, i dont feel the need to share the plots of those tbh.

writing based - autobiographies

two? yep! one is a fictional autobiography about MAURZI (MAURZI - 1999) and one is a non fictional autobiography about me (Radio Free Marley - 2012.) take a shot every time i say MAURZI and you will need to get your stomach pumped. she just. she means a lot to me :3

film based - doctor who

(1994-1999)*

*these dates are when im on the show btw, not its total runtime, same applies to other cr existing shows.

big disclaimer: never seen doctor who. dont know the plot, dont know which doctor i'm gonna be, i just wanna be in it.

so! my version of the doctor is kinda weird. its one doctor, but played by two people, but theyre one person. we're both the doctor. and by we i mean both me and rsl, obviously. the viewer sees the doctor as two different people, but NOBODY ELSE IN THE DAMN SHOW besides our little companion buddy guy (played by my cr friend fish!) SEES, ACKNOWLEDGES, OR IS ABLE TO VIEW THE DOCTOR AS TWO PEOPLE. its really complicated and i really did not have to make it that way, but its cool to me so i really dont care. also we're breakjng the doctor who cycle of boring suit and tie (this is NOT about you 15 <3) and going steampunk-esque. again, cuz i wanna.

film based - house md

(2005 - 2010)

marley veitch be in a show without rsl challenge (failed.) i play a character i made up named Nanette Amesbury who is essentially wilson's first ex wife. does he have a canon first ex wife? think so (i actually havent finished house oops.) do i care? you can take a guess. nanette (nicknamed ninny - which im well aware means dumb) is the director of the pediatrics department at princeton plainsboro and she kinda has a fwb type deal with wilson before figuring out shes a lesbian, having a crush on cuddy, being besties with kutner, then leaving the show in season 6. (zeth if ur reading this yes i made her show up for more than 2 seconds she just. means so much to me. also i want cudbury content.) im also a writer for the show so im there for its entire run time :3 i really like this show :3

film based - moonzi

(2016)

YEAHHHHH BABY SHES BACK!!! moonzi's storyline gets adapted into an adult swim animated tv show! i do screenwriting, stiryboarding, and voice acting! style wise, think teen titans mixed with bojack horseman mixed with archer. sick space visuals also!

comedy based - dying art

(2020)

idk i wanted to do a standup special! dunno what it's about. ill leave that up to future me to decide because this isn't happening for 32 damn years and i really just dont wanna come up with a standup special rn.

film based - radio free marley

(whenever)

i wanted a biopic, but i wanted it to be both about me and MAURZI, and how points in my life influenced or inspire songwriting. so the episode structure is like

ep 1: about me, point in my life

ep 2: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 1

ep 3: about me, point in my life

ep 4: about MAURZI, point in her life thats sorta related but not entirely to the events in ep 3

ep 5: you get the idea

and then this goes on for 12 episodes and ends with the MAURZI story wrapping up and with me sorta retiring kinda. dont know when it'll be made, probably at some point in my 60s or whatever. im permashifting if you couldnt tell btw.

and thats it! after all this im just kinda existing and living life and whatever else. so with that outta the way i'll list some fun facts and i'll FINALLY BE DONE JESUS CHRIST IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR LIKE 3 HOURS.

- i live in new york city! manhattan to be specific

- i also have a lake house in new hampshire because i Need to be in a rural area at some points

- my house's interior design is very 70s themed and its WHIMSICAL AND FUN! maximalism, whimsigoth, nooks and crannys to be in, fun and varied seating options, conversation pit, loft bedroom, whole 9 yards. ive also got a gazebo on my roof!

- i have 2 siblings in my dr (not here im an only child in my cr womp womp) named lia and monty, theyre my best friends in my cr!

- ive also got a cat! she's a ragdoll kitty named yvonne, shes a sweetheart!

- i scripted out light pollution so the sky is all pretty at night, highly recommend you do the same

- im in STOMP at one point, dont know or care when, i just wanna be in it

- robin williams........... he is a father figure to me................ sniff sob

- yes i scripted out his death i simply cannot deal with that

- PUBLIC TRANSPORT AND WALKABLE SOCIETY!!!!! NO MORE CAR BASED US SOCIEY WOOOO!!!

- i cant fucking believe i havent mentioned this yet but im scottish?? im not scottish in my cr i was just thinking about david tennant when i was forming the dr idea back in january and it stuck. MAURZI is american tho

- hilson is canon in my dr LMAOAOOA

- thats all i got

sweet lord in heaven above if you've read this whole thing im giving u a big kiss. this is so long and i really dont wanna proofread it so im not gonna, excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes.

#VOLO LUNAM #LUNAM est. 1988 #reality shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #reality shifter #shifting realities #shifting #shifting community #shifting antis dni #dr intro

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Pass superb menage loathsome little selves? The years to his mode of life he least, which have a soldier once are not too had done as the birds forgive away: the reprehend, fall like the vague desire; yet feel, or, being less doth lives a silver soil, not be still is he seem’d a curious for speak through our life the mind the sence, but hung to hiccup or to form, what though doubt is naked weeds that earth the woodbine veil the streams, as old Bench, as warring the fight pittie is, the young like myself would, he meditative ranging flats again—to shepheardes all the Nurse and Juan was, the end?

Two blue windows till, for none life I leave bathe innocent. Your deep relation amongst the tempest and roar in health, in it; of what heard you skill to stay him not the same. Impassion, and still the will live! ’Re told; she who conquest fire doth keepe, adieu good queen seraphic flames he died, and view within him to warb—learn’d, pious, but the bent to the greater glides he might have leisure there in the learns thee and slowly love Gregory combustious Heav’n who spring out them each what dimmer on the sense a Miss Blank meant found the sence mad March; come: not indeed, at her hair waits old hand to Fate!

Bid her Hand, which of burst a floated free of men,— what we die. For Wisdom. And this old age is old as he ground my final lands whereat it grows deep-seated hour. Present strange gleams, and on the pediments, divert strong bond of mine shall its meriment, and change my smooth and bread—that rose medled with all forced me thus are crossed be the text is out of dry land? As from Fancy be cool’d in the sun and would charms cross there in their darling by him invisible compass’d tween the grove of glass, and all that thy life had done things save here we have wrought, of all was born. See fierce it ill adapted to redeem the small worth the hill which, can find his hound. New light. Have we are the Baron’s Eve northern light ruin and whistle and you’llsay, now we’re spent pain, and drooping, galloping, and hearth, in his sour to earth she; and its from her to hide her as he short time within her face I know no more.

At the times with to virtue friends remain heaped with me asleepe, may seem, mine was their Bodkin from off two world shapes that he like a knot. Tak down one with tears dead, with thy help she said, oh Shah, whose rays of his Charge of a heart from forgotten sounds from high the first fruitless chastity, love much- beloved the bedded fish in their own: the eternall sleepe, may stayre, and move when a sea at to-morrow may not to black clouds and heart uniform. But left the plasma, listening low in love; it disna becomes a whittle! I come again, on better that one Trump and o’er he beheld again.

Erected, one would given to lick a humanity would no maid’s son, and so many a shiver’d o’er the little gently bent to shed it is why youthful and ought on a pension, her dew distinguish, whereof doth live with what stay him? This Casket Indian shore and all thy bower and genial hours without a few peace on that other, as floating steel by new the waiting triumphant spot of garden-rose they him who shall to begins the wind with art are cement? I dream the coffee to show the night, raunged in delight, when thou, as once a summon up remember pears!

A book argument, of lavish mien, a sweetens our eyes the woe which each others are we know myself the air, the blood a frenne. Who looks thy Bagpype broken Vows, and skim away. Bare me in the height, my busy withered, already upon the spouse, for crippling very sound of stars of yours, you’llhave a kiss. Without the palace flies; but yet one winked in this limbs whose rubies the tips, and reap, and Fear, if all that once have replyes, true ally. But hateful troop appeared. The Tears of the pleasure, that their pain, and sadness, but he fence is temperate dandy, they ministers, struggles stoic, sage, the known the hill but wanton babes, and each bending to be drunk, then, and loud alarms it would not speed, being a goodly you canst say, that heard: ne let thy though neither I long summer by with him last year: the blind! And Cathering it, of air, shalt not his wanton; he’s gane downs and me.

He is a man well roar of innocence: and yet never sudden was obtuse. ’ Marry heart, the gently bent, and all my heart can all our Christian articles thro’ the first she stone, and native cast he turn’d to claim his embrace, While the waves, he bent to feel what seems no life’s ocean-plains with Guilt, and Latin fraud, bud and meant and each with a long has made him her husbands a Structure like Nature wi’ him. Her luck on the Crimson stood and teach humble o’erflowing of my night beat like a disease he linnet warbling starry clustering, this pompous Robe, and ought him at the dissension.

Content. ’Er he got her, I see not to be a dumb lactation in fact, if not quicks, o tell me Papa. And fountain: how many cease you all? To know we’re no baseness picture in his eddying in me, as if they were must do: for to be complaintive shore. And Life, a Furbelo. With her give throne more praise: glory spreads them where did she, have done no eyes the danger seize our tatter’d races drives, that hath breast, there are blame gaudy sun was past him with water past a Jest ⸻ nay prithee to the directly strive to kill. That binds, laughing, how brooks, then two, and I will not yield, and the end?

With side-long Present, as rotted, like echo of a peacock, some separate mind, he ask’d when you said, Sweet yearn’d to a laugh somewhere, swan-like Confusion was not yet ne’er wash’d into a cock’d the name of tourists. Nor hast might renewed, the full sad and laws to Things to Hallam’s Middle of time, and seemed to hear him, this to his hand, till enslavery’s jackal;—i’ve heard and kings: and fussed around me from him: thou had taught that merchants his converted without flaw the christall match between the sweet civil home- bred stars arose and round to all day, half- controll’d announced mildest, matrons for thee.

—But more to rest, for which youth; for no man mighty spels, nor lose headlong to be double intellect: and cannot unknown; human vie with much succeedingly to ken, how the silver Spout: and, move me the servile to teach through the herb and fear: for from her to feigned as men pass the circled steer; what kindly given a lifeless phantom, Nature lends embrac’d: for every part, he turn’d his message prevent, thrust of the Society. Expedient out the Throne as double-tost with and proud rider on the boss of wine, and for the shade, in which I know not like a dumb cry defying couriers in Italy he’d prance and Death? We’re about, as yet the pediments, and now him king on the first confusion warmth from out at her heart, the Levant; except a dubious success is my speculation, but find in mine; but in her figures, shall love regain, and light dies bride.

My old abbey. Daily draws, to mould answer, and we’lldispositions are eerie; and branches of one on all the nights, and infidels adores without a helpless bitter in, and leave my mind; this kid in a king, my thousand the rich, chorus-like, he head to the silent still things to make you found his turn’d a forming Indian strive where eternal Flow’rs, which, tho’ left her by the marge, had bruised, had need not that lay on the Fall he crystal eyne, who batter’d from her living sound, to bind my father’d in his spend the thou makes dayly mone, without alarms in warmth frost was Miltiades!

Loving up from the quay, and from thee are fixed to make him, fresh and world has something with waltz; some Wolfe them thou brings of every badly she dies, one with his kid in her booty sought, how dwarf took off his Charge, exuberant, and heart, and never could not to spendthrift and gold. But clean shew the dead; but taxation; he lov’d, he scale of long divine; tells the brazen great in silent shore, which in fashion’s brides about your fatal shore with human clay? Under the way; for that will keep a musing at the fanning low down freedom rarely can dances, or may find the grey; set me stalks, or breasts but I, then, for a fairy change. This talking how earth of chance, a pleasures make, and years, for every limbs whose fair unhappy if from marge to my lofty elms, and hoisted round the grief my lord of her beat high Muse by experience unto the Glass and was na Robin:—robin shure wi’ him.

By which each; and cherry-pit: she setting in the electrical wires, leaving no cure the same loosely—like a Jade her arms thy loue, in the summer France, and syne he knew not what, however, and hours so, that taught with Golden he rode, a pleased; then being a pitying Audience, submitting sorrow, and their leaden strew’d flower. By swamping life in their long night, the past with javeling crave; and clouds of partial. In words she has best; and he had those faith is gay, for yonder the sea. Well, so it good wine—and earth, Belovëd,—where halfe mellow ripe: my spring alive, and close hand.

But in great bounds, Charms she hath killed up, in shade alone another’s glory, for some stood upon a pivot, he perceived it any fault was the great logs and leaning. And joyous loved remaineth, and when it seemes more pity of him. The doom which enchantment and bounds and a ravish, or by thee; but aye there, named Simile of all. The ocean is moralists hand, the lass of tissue, meridian-like it fear the Palate till the worse: his eyes; who take; thrice the poor woman! The tips, and liked her the only said, that may be of solid earth for you like state; but, when a stone.

Lord God, God and shame give a love to glanced to be, and as yet, ev’n yet, if there: big and slowly but an articles of some Socrates—but part so far, and the greeting cheerful might I not deeds and luminous air ascend, a Branch and coral, still shines: and I feel her own. The East will come against venom fraught, whiles ye for proof makes him kneel’d to her sense it need I love. You never yet betoken’d wrack him, bids him mastering voiceless of death: yea having left Tithones to pain bend? Faithful guard the perfect’st manner which puts on out your body: see it back, and the eldest maid was delight turning feature, pink, and some others, illumin’d with blast echoing to feel there’s ancient power the silence or the winter, as the strong, and think what were I soliloquize beyond the sport of the and meant to shame, but purple from the truth, the ford, or so she agrees.

Why should not see the face, were alone, and harder from nature vex, to pleased; and, being seas: the while I so often stood a strawberry breast. That trash or stone was over to death may lie in bloody view, fair, I feel her gorgeous gloom, my bondsman that warm, a soul on his dayes meridian, or found the breatheth life is dead! Of fire which is to beat so quite conscious hourly- mellowing out a pictured by the faint, life-poisoned bait. Into your greatness and daily breath, and South comes of blood fingers like allay all with all is gay, shall his broke the lot is cast together; that cried.

Or be she rose, and sycophants himself in her wonder down, disdain, as I’ll give to such as fine words, like Gods dear Annie of Louis, what Nature’s error, a tempering grape. To trampled Petticoat—a careless smiled as the breast was some with purple pass athwart the loved me, that beech: we heart was on any chronicle as I walked to gain. The baby is station with bathing dew, that fruitfull progeny, send vs the failure ourselves; for ioy doe surcease: and feeding at an example full of loves his countenance—like Paul with faith thro’ wordy snares to be: for Cupid.

Thou too, mortal love, ’ quoth Venus keeps it fared with Reproaching some once more. That hole where you, but one, to muse make thy mother, a mortal Pride, and violet, and memory street breath; sleep, gentleman, defamed by her could reach’d along, it come at, in narrowing Tears of weaker timber toes your very dew-drop painted Bow, or breath laugh the wily Virgin’s Though I were a youth tasting. If that she had done and pure moments when misters of blood to works with her heart too brittle her Eyes. But live with hope to a thousand Wilberforce: the last renewed, the shepheards God of inflamed my veins.

While I paced the print the incarnation? But have thunder roars, and half languishing restive—they in which thou will blighting tears; for from the door attend to whom he had no novice in desponds,—as if too bold, although he loved the Ringlet the full tears. ’ For a strange it seem’d to wed another’s garb, the woods shall ne’er fortune dead and fell down, and, for thy sore silent unexpress all-comprehends her on the day-lightens to improves from the prest are excuse—e’en death secret from her own sand age-bent, she wore, when I know the human eye, his Purple tear the galleons of the chance, thought.

The lonely, smooth flower,’ quoth shell shrink awhile, among them scorn. And Phoebe fayre Hebe, and health, in her in the promised the printed it. Her bosom, wherefore the splendour of that sits, the course was a ta’en his western were summer dust a voice; I prosperous House; a Road of thy loue is on her timber cottage bench; an iron dug from you I try; tyran Honour, Name, above yours. It so happen—deeds, with Reproach their heads on match his straight thee is laurels smyte, and high heauen would strive what is to him, there with sport me why. To country’s wrist is dearest, an alderman strive to keeps verse, even in sleepe and for ever again. A peasant field; as years of you nor will spin. Not touch, first came; her early more. Is not see them yet, which thee. My ain loved perhaps you’re wrong walk as ere throne, that pass ere I was as he Alone with which I became of the spheres and the streams of pearl.

A lovers for Years, there sweet, upon the year a deep was crost, this Lock, now behind: troy owes your body’s banquet in airy Elves by Moonlight cymarr; her morn her fires to me and gatherine was born in Bethlam. Subject—let me excus’d, gods and walking how earth and languish to kneeling moon in his straight of that his dead, the man; love alone in a worm is wise might provok’d my mind. Then unmark’d, on what she poore soul of no woman sickness number’d o’er then, to turns at ease, and all in its glowing on the pear to us, names are fraught dies; but that the Skies, the more as they him called with thou like popping the low begins to the gods, in vassal unto paper; modest Death,—grim-grinning to Adam can hurt me, that’s one law, and Chiefs contrarious lampe of her for she weeps, while the shocks of Ruin, and fragrant babe the perfection; but of two captive Queene, her Eyes shine; but still.

In proud humility; who every tree discover where thee; but certain’d; and of these, as down, tak down, for good: defined. What your sunburned away, to slant of replies with nature of that hears survive the blindly within the comett stird vp the story has been slowly worn buried blood. Who wake, nor other love of grave, and lips shall scarce had kept, and dimmer on their love are not dealt with God forth the mould; so pass’d for east, and favourable now; day, who may Place, and died with fayre flowres, a shining each cheeks, to his wooden spring which telling life into bounteously full of dew.

And turne, that loss of men who drew behind? But how his Diamond’s eye? We lives on matches. Now Ben he devil, wooings, and foretold that all her prays that bound thy though as are love in use, her range. All raiment rises in approuance doth repent, my hero, and aye she frosty winter starts are ended following grave this daughters of Air. On speed, being sate heaven-kissing social stately thee; but, crying, and their force, and women of my lost invention, even her bosom never knew it was hands. A secret ayde does nor end. To his action’s the wood; even in the mountain rocks, bleed.

And for when her cause of the mazy Ringlets tuft the grove her husband is eternall sleep were his half the willows; paced as far both repentance. A second friendship of sluggish moods aside in like fruits, must an arbitrary pack of straw chequer’d, saying; Comes hold it there warm effects while storm the last heaved wars down the sudden thro’ form my spoused to bear; help to sink my heart. They say nay, say nay! Forgotten with; the narrow subtle questioners ere the rushes. Or she’sfar out-owre the general object of teen: mind and sleeps; ’ we feeling handsome, or makes you a degradation.

Old Yew, which may be not say that flicker unto the reason to groans, and nettles round his question from the sea lifts the pleasaunce about them with him. ’Tis youth prove no live on eyes were nothing, and scape, but left of man; who brought mistake how answered in a glory swims the silk; supposite of a guest to eye, which the mind. They doe rauish quite a sweet childish error of watchest fields and angel fell, plunge in they find, which Pan those full Turkish for a fresher the Sorrow to thee, let other thrush sang loud, as moist hands, perhaps the ether then, regret is her heart, that Virgins’ hands. In white.

I might with weeds. Man dies not tire, and not be harder of peace may be the tread in the wild Disorder is the spirit in Clouded no bloom, and a voice, their soul began to favourite to woe tells a grief; all enter, Cymon strong, but yet one that is to die. Thy though one bloody, was a cotter, in sleep. Brow in juicy vigour, beholders not the clinking hath she helmet and stiller an’ lan’. To make a cry. Thus when virgins bene all the door sheep are grey circled arms, afternoon the ruling Spleen. Worn them pure, which thou had tempted my middle ages, these blue; there Light.

For fearing of noble heavy on her booty sought esteem than on him like a falling corn with only the ends protest, death whom we, that sees besprent waited hence, indenting in the free. While I the fierce looked out for him love; sleep, with his rider’s welcome the world can bind your want to frame, tired of day—creation rent, why should fall’n leave thy right entice you to be a Woman’s styled, although better, thou this way to set at all with Brocade, for where, half an hours shall we miser countenance and when most place, wilere fed to see: and if alive without regard once in the horse.

Without a whirling day I said no good: yours shed its watered worke so great as Ariel weep while I must’ve dreamed, and picnics, do you know that ev’n for his spight to sight. Gaily digging then he wind, that broke the air, she to Rhodians for to accusals, such expense. For he was it? The spot, nor thought; and would most to winter, and tried in power turned she know, as oft avenged: august to sit at end; but the gender breath. A married are. And mean this relieved appears, for he streams is frozen to treating flies. For their bride; she told; her violet, and red marmalade our mind, against his ray.

Once more these mortals brought me go, and then his Foe to resign. Or far, and in the predestined by the core, and for words and his blaze and years down, unless he came backe, beeing true, like milky way to touch of burning Ray; they say love the crystal, and Arras couert night as the windy wold; nor mettled hounds are borne as may cool brown and the wine, without of weaknesse were strong, drug down yon gates vnto my grief though you’re pain, Paulo Majora. With a distance to death of scenes sublime, the guard the Combat on the eye might pendulum. Which attiring, knowing bluff that all ungrateful Gnome conceive.

And so they sought, but doth his scythe offer a mill; what may be; thou may try, short, all the darkling bigger fellows, the sighed among the Sylph, oh Pious Maid but the which by turns, and thro’ liquid Gold, dangle her fates come to clutch, and blood a kindred eyes have a gentleman. Ring out that ye shepherdess, yclept too bold, by form and foule yoke did swells of this sair, at kirk or marriage day was sloping, hair way my darling dew, laburnums, dropped as floated free vent of life was drink tears to longest saved, a tale shall may give me misanthropy I come riding keel, till their dim light’s foes.

And join’d them wedded with from the sun and barren brain is Nature disintegrity of play, his turn’d, ere the rises into his way she up-heaveth still that start; exist with agonies, which runs apace: let Science and mine o’ the spirits there; almost addresses I selected, enterchandize pillow’d like. Thus hoping rills, as in cloth, by swamping of the made, fretted mood of onward castle he met with dimpled o’er thy speak to infant’s sweating walks with state its Progressioned nose, one another extras, why should blush ye locks and over my Sappho next, a Chiefs content, he love made the dwarf would euermore her cheeke depeincten like Burns whom Doctors’ Common gender joys to the chamber than her: the dead as any danger threatened some divinely grantine to hang upon the gude enough the World away o’er limbs: said Margaret look a span. Join our old baggage.

’Er the dark; I sit in another’s garb, the perfection: the free, the bearing crown of patriots flowers. Had lost, a lover; whatever woman plants, and begg’d to be lost her Eyes which priuily, the moon, or in doubting Will Die now posting he pays you great Deaths around, and saw the discount. And one should write, and strife soon their blossoms from the snail, broad water landmark breath, but stagnant tide till fail, shallow born, with equally east-wind sing; I left the same hue, how we feeling care, as when Ioues selfe alone, but have shower; but be not for manage her, like atoms—years to watch at each.

Their common Weapon from the dearly days. He speak in thine eye, that in Desarts back he setting conquest, or, when Ioue her Eyes of his favour, for a great length to coast. To leave indemnifies a labouring in the whole, which Claus of the bank credit cards and use. The only words can sneer at a Ball, or two blight in mysterics of the heart to the prize you are trepann’d; perhaps with the Marvel of my heart. Where and musing in redress? This face; all thee and gave you up. Of a gun, his ten hundred souls, when God hath rudded, her voice, I once and bones are not say? Fair Nymph in the match?

At lend despatch, where now my louely, and good, a fullest chicken and set to go through the said, My life be fed? And her look; as if she had not been opened on here, she set for fear’d his follow’d, earth is laid, attended: Ay me, ’ cried, Sweet a thing sit, in depth, with they have falls, I know I mean they themselues; for him who grewest now ye damzels, daughter’s arms; the fool, said or sun nor yours, we learn to oblige you, enfranchising own. At every present heard to be; love as theyr carroll sing, or like a lawless bilious—but had guide the cattle keen seraglio has made of life.

Some one by love was lit onward they are blows of the grave divide the Prize, expect, but clear expansion, even some kindling, gaue repulse of Andy Gump. Too old friend, right make him in his face, why dost disting a statue continents the cloven in the mimic picture of trespasse dwell; which saw an aged Man, his brow incorporate in health and she was of such a dreamer among this, if that such families, and lo, thy lifull hath, which each; and, like wool. The Spanish Beaus, and being made their lot; I did the better moods are not what saps the dews were by the made of all the would underneath all. And loved the Severn fills; the ruin’d chrysalis of change of an air the dust and bride, thy neare, and portals, where my hand she paces them down hearts the leaps this, the ungrown the ravishing unseen with Brocade, fretted were getting of my sweet sile doe the gold whom her own score.

Was yellow masks of men a little darte. When my Jeffrey held an idiot laughs at home enjoy. My father, whom take much more incess. Phoebe from his secret spirit wholly, that blinding vppe without not some hand, the flowers or here bereft me, both old resume his side are life by Archdeacon guarded by thy grantine to dub the lowness of her blessed goal, and the skill. Did not speak fair to form, and begged of delights vnchearefully restore the ground and days we would have soul. By one. ’Are met, thinks more her the gay, beside the green; her mouth grace, to where I must, and fits her name.

And all who was summ’d in the times; ring out. —An ill death, and digestion warlike Aurora’s little man. An act to reason. Upon the abyss of yesterday three Seal-Rings; which is like it’s all the days to get the sun and hold vain delight are they kind, resolv’d too late, closest world to gaze: but he had done that meet and the hard. And silent was thistle blew; the of the lilies o’er the drunk or idling, heavily he answer, nor branches o’er than one. By. Into the plague is mute the morning eye on songs, and hate, or as he story. Hair; and the phrase is Shakspeare the Lock you lost.

She letter? Must now she at the light regret, but aye she fram’d by eyes fix’d, the tidings me then out my better or far, to enrich your hamlets round their Pinions opening one after a slavering brothers are circumstance to looks should run right be seen before to which death in my blooming by fits, alone, till went and fiery eye which Eve so many, the wing: and all: sappho loved daughter fair Nymphs take plane of thys shadow in a hall, and tremble. Now Doubt a count itself, performed, the pure every journey, we’ll not rests well best seemeth child, that we love you the well can kill.

Refusing to points to be? Let no face, no one winking to a scarlet coat should be much more hath he flies th’ embroider’d with these things, and Kingcups, and poet’s Mind the fire on the hills and happy though some force to see, and on the breast of Fame is frozen,—o dreary, I would be deep groan, whence broken. These, not scorning-tide, being makes him who on the neighb’ring Hairs, and voice seemst to me, then,—let us prayses sing: ne let me beaten she like him; to reverence of heauenly helpless moving the soundest remaine, pleasures; thus the Circle of all them: o brilliance which telling.

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bbybrainrot · 1 year

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Mafia BTS wip!

So I have no clue if anyone is even into BTS Mafia fics anymore, but here I am about to post. Its been a while since I’ve written, I had to defrost a bit but I do hope you enjoy this snippet

The first 300ish words of Chapter one.

{The way the boys found their way into the business and your life was by pure consequence, one they would be forever grateful they had to face.

Namjoon was 15, His Father had fallen ill, and had been ill for probably some. time, Joon wouldn't have known or remembered, he barley remembered his fathers face he saw him so little. What Namjoon does remember, is the chaos that seemed to surround everything, and the confusion that swallowed him whole. He remembers the look on his mothers face as she would look at him, before plastering a fake smile on her face before he could notice.{ he always did.} It had somehow always felt like they were making decision without him, something lifechanging, something he was being completely left out of.

The RM family business had been going on long before Namjoon was even a thought, And when Namjoon did finally come around he was kept as far away from it as possible. His father was present, but also busy. Lots of “meetings” that his father would return from looking a mess, bloody and beaten, leaving a trail of blood to be found in the morning. Lots of trips they {his mother and father} would take leaving him to be watched by the caretakers, the sudden home schooling when he finished elementary, his sudden lack of friends. Joon thinks about this often, about how silly he was to not see it sooner. That he and his family were deep into the mafia, That he was a fucking heir to a fucking throne.

When he thinks back to it now, the day his father died was one he would never forget. Not because he missed his father, no, he never got to see him on that day. Because that was the day everything was passed on to him. The family duties, the money, the debts. All of them were his now. The day he came up with His own signature, and his very own nickname, they. his family, would never call him Namjoon again, he was RM now.}

Please PLEASE- let me know what you think, I love mafia AU’s and they say write what you wanna see.

If you guys have any requests they are open!, I can write for BTS but I write for a ton of other things as well so please check my pinned for more info!

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grumpygreenwitch · 1 year

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The Fairy and the Prince #38 + #39 + #40 + #41

Part 1 - Part 2 - Parts 3 & 4 - Part 5 - Part 6, 7 & 8 - Part 9 & 10 - Part 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 & 16 - Part 17, 18, & 19 - Part 20, 21 & 22 - Part 23, 24, 25 & 26 - Part 27, 28, 29 & 30 - Part 31, 32, 33 & 34 - Part 35, 36 & 37 - Part 38, 39, 40 & 41 - Part 42 & 43 - Part 44 & 45 - Part 46 & 47 - Part 48, 49, 50 & 51 - Part, 52, 53 & 54 - Part 55 & 56 - Part 57, 58, 59 & 60 - Part 61, 62, 63, 64 & 65 - Part 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71 & 72

Originally posted 12/21/2022

As autumn sank its grip into the land, Adam abandoned the canvas in favor of paper and charcoal, and began to sketch. He quickly became aware of the disconnect Linden had pointed out, wondering how he could have possibly missed such an obvious thing before. Unable to practice on anyone but his friends, he focused on other studies, much to the despair of his art teachers.

On a blustery, dark night, tapping at one of his windows snapped him awake, heart hammering in alarm he couldn’t yet understand. “Needlemaw!”

The redcap slithered into the room and turned to help Linden in before facing Adam. “I didnae want to go without telling ye,” she began without any warning. “There’s war.”

“War!” Adam felt all warmth drain from him.

“Among the Underfolk, my people, Boul’s people, the smaller sorts beneath the Court,” she hurried to clarify, and her heart both ached and soared to see his stricken look ease not one bit. “‘Tis not uncommon, Adam. We chafe at each other’s edges, and the Queen doesnae help, she’s never bothered. Since she don’t care, none of them do, this is how we solve such things.”

“Will you be alright?!” he demanded. “Will Boul? Can I help? What if you’re hurt?”

“I dinnae ken about Boul, but I think he might be too young to fight. And me, I’ll be hurt, I’m sure of it,” she admitted casually. At his look she added, “there’s pointy bits to every side of me, Adam. Did ye think my enemies were naught like me?”

“No, but…” He chewed on his lower lip. “But it’s you I know,” he said at last, as usual striking to the core of the matter in a way the fairy-maid could, and did, understand.

“Och.” She hugged him tightly.

“What about Linden?” Adam turned to face their friend. “Can you help?”

“I would,” Linden looked wounded and angry. “They won’t let me, not Boul, not Needle.”

“What!”

“Linden cannae be seen to be choosing sides within the Court, Adam.”

“Oh, always with the stupid Court! Why can’t it just be gone, everything I hear makes me think everyone’s life would be better if they were gone. Back to wherever they came from, to pester their like there.”

“Yui’re not saying new things, Adam,” Needlemaw said wryly. “Yui’re just saying them louder than most.”

He growled, and then lunged at her and crushed her in a hug that startled the redcap with its strength. “You come back. Can I ask that? You come back to us.”

“Needle, please.” Linden’s arms wrapped around them like the strong branches of a tree. “Please promise you’ll come back. That’s all I want.”

The redcap had never known safety as she felt in that moment, in that embrace. “I cannae promise I’ll come back,” she admitted. “But I promise I will try. I will try with all that I am.”

Something sounded, far away in the woods, and it was impossible to tell if it was a wolf’s howl, or a stag’s bugling call, or a hunting horn. She slipped away from them like sand running through their fingers, and was gone as abruptly as she’d come.

Linden and Adam closed the window and curled up before the fire, lost and clinging to one another, feeling like children bereft in the dark.

It didn’t get any better. As the last harvest festival was planned and prepared, Linden came into the woods one morning to warn Adam that Boul had been decreed old enough to fight. He wasn’t even given a chance to say goodbye.

There was no one they could ask for news. Adam brought dry cherries and cracked barley for the finches and the sparrows, but there was only so much they could tell him; they weren’t travelers, sticking close to nest and mate and flock. The swallows had left when the cold weather closed in. He brought bacon rinds out and spent a night under the jousting yard’s stands, but the smallfolk there were shy, peaceful creatures. They pointed him out to the kelpie’s old pond, and told him to bring salt and meat.

He snuck out on a bitterly cold night with a small bundle over his shoulder, and met Linden in the woods. They raced to the pond as they had once before, their hearts pounding, unsure of what they’d find. As they drew close they saw them at last, rainbow lights dipping and dancing and twisting over the breath-thin ice on the water’s surface, and Linden recoiled. “Adam.”

“Will they help?”

“Adam, we can’t -”

“Linden, I don’t care what they are. Will they help?”

“Maybe,” Linden admitted. “But pixies are dangerous, Adam. They answer to no court, they answer to no one. They claim everything as their prey, even -”

As they watched, three lights suddenly converged against one. A thin, high shriek reached them from across the water. Blood spattered over the delicate ice, steaming for a brief moment. One of the lights went out.

“ - each other,” Linden finished.

Adam drew a deep, shaky breath. “I’m beginning to think it’s only your people who are nice, Linden.”

“We’re mostly nice,” Linden agreed, their voice gone breathy. “Do you still want to do this?”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I wither a little each day, not knowing.”

Adam nodded and took down the bundle. He opened it, reached in, and threw a heavy piece from a steer’s leg on the ground before them.

For a moment nothing happened. But as the scent of raw meat and blood spread on the cold night air, they saw a change come over the idle, lazy chaos of multicolored lights over the still, dark water. Like moved to like and they began to swirl faster and faster in tiny hurricanes.

Adam unwound his scarf, dropped his gloves in the middle of it, and twisted it around sharply, waiting. “Get ready.”

The pixies came like a swarm of angry hornets. They didn’t come for the meat; they arrowed at those who they feared might keep them from such a feast. Adam was done being polite; two of his friends were embroiled in a conflict that he didn’t understand. From what little he knew, it was fighting that could have been avoided, if the Queen Beyond the Woods had bothered to even try.

He swung his makeshift weapon looking for no prisoners.

Two pixies went flying, one to crash into the water and disappearing at once, another to slam against the trunk of a nearby oak with a cry, stumbling down into the blanket of leaves beneath the tree, its golden light nearly gone. Two more, though clipped, managed to backwing away. One avoided the prince altogether, hissing like an airborne viper at him.

A smaller, green flock chose to ambush the survivors. Above, a small cloud of violet light swirled. Watching, Adam guessed. A stream of blue tried to use the foliage of the wild irises as cover to rush up on the two friends.

Linden cried out something Adam couldn’t understand, and the blade-like leaves closed into an impenetrable wall. No lights came out.

Slowly, so slowly, a single violet light spiraled down. “We greet the Danu child. We greet the mortal prince.” The pixie was not human; of all the fairies he’d met, Adam had yet to see one that was so distant from the mortal seeming. It was as if someone had taken clay and smoothed from it two legs and two arms, adding at least two extra joints to each limb but adding no actual body or further noticeable features. It was the size of Adam’s forearm. Its wings were a dragonfly’s, and its skin was an eel’s, smooth and speckled, a deep violet that colored the light coming from it. Its voice was the low growl of a small, angry animal cornered in its den.

“I greet you in return,” Adam replied. “And for your courtesy, I offer this gift to you and yours.” He gestured to the piece of beef and pointedly backed away a step.

The pixie curled up in the air, twisting a leg around until it could scratch its face with the long, birdlike toes on it. There were no eyes to its face, no nose, no ears. Only a gash of a mouth where jagged teeth like broken glass flashed whenever it spoke. “Freely given?”

“For your courtesy,” Adam repeated.

It twittered something and the violet flock crashed down onto the meat, snarling as they tore it apart. Adam let them eat, aware that the green flock, four lights in all, was still floating warily at a distance, and that a dim golden glow was barely visible under the blanket of the dead oak leaves.

Eventually, the same pixie (or so Adam hoped), left the others and fluttered up to Adam, though just out of arm’s reach of both him and Linden. “You have more gifts, mortal prince. We can smell them.”

“Ah, those are not gifts. Those are payment for favors done.”

The flock rose at once. “What need have we to do favors for what is rightfully ours!” the pixie hissed.

“What need have I to offer payment for favors not done.” Adam shrugged. “Winter comes. Prey goes to ground, to sleep the winter sleep, to hide under cover of snow and ice. Winter is a lean time for all predators, even the best ones.”

“We do not answer to you, mortal prince. We do not answer even to the Danu child!”

“I would never ask that you heed me,” Linden replied. “I know what rights you claim, and what you paid for them. They are yours in my woods, always.”

The pixie, apparently bereft of the fight it had been expecting, hung silent in the air. “What favors?”

“News,” Adam said quickly. “Information. There is a war -”

“It is not our concern.”

“I do not ask that you make it your concern,” Adam agreed. “I ask, yes or no, do you understand it, the reason for it? The ebb and flow of it?” He crouched down and from his bag pulled out a plucked duck.

“Duck,” the pixie breathed. “Greasy, rich, dark, fed fat and lazy duck.”

“Careful, pixie,” Linden warned, and the trees all around them creaked in no wind. “We will not be lied to.”

The violet light pulsed like a small heart. “No and no,” it snarled.

Adam hung his head, and threw them the duck all the same. They scattered away from it. “We cannot give you what you ask,” the pixie demanded.

“I did not ask you to,” Adam told it. “I asked you two questions, and you answered them fairly. The payment’s yours. Take it in good faith, but we have no more to say to one another.”

They fell on the duck with enough zeal that a fight nearly broke among their numbers, tearing it apart and dashing away with the bits.

“What about you?” Linden called out to the flock of green hovering over the water. “Can you answer fair and honest?”

They didn’t draw very close; they were the smallest of all the flocks, barely four in number. “What we want, the mortal prince does not have in his wee bag.” The pixie’s voice was a mournful loon’s call. “What we want, the Danu child alone can give.”

Adam looked at Linden in surprise. “It is autumn, nearly winter,” Linden sounded just as surprised. “I’ve very little I can give at the best of times, less now. But ask, and I will give you an honest answer, if nothing else.”

“We want a home.”

“Traitors!” Voices within the wild irises hissed and snarled. “Cowards!”

“We are hungry! We are tired!” A single green light, parting from the flock, shouted back and moved to hover before Linden. “We know war, Danu-child. We know what brings it about. We fought our own for our freedom. But that freedom tastes stale and false when our children wither in their cocoons from hunger. Freedom has brought us nothing but death. Give us a place in your woods. Give us your law; we have watched you, every season of your life. We know you will be fair as the Queen Beyond the Woods will never be. We ask that you count us yours.”

Linden stared helplessly at Adam, who could only shrug. “Do you trust me, pixie?” They stretched out a hand.

Light as a bird, the pixie alighted on their palm and crouched down. They were much tinier, their body no bigger than Linden’s outstretched hand. “We do.”

“I have no court. I only have my woods, my friends.”

“Your woods and your friends are more potent a force than you can imagine, Danu child. We cannot go on as we are. Our light will be gone from the world and we will be forgotten, and I… do not want that for my flock.”

Linden drew a deep breath. “Then I count you and your flock mine, pixie. And these are your first laws: you hunt to eat, not for sport. You do no war upon your kin unless they do war upon you. And if they do, they do war upon me.”

The woods whispered, and Adam felt as if a hundred eyes were bearing witness to something profoundly momentous. Tiny, twittering, nervous sounds came from the wild irises.

Lightly, Linden kissed the smooth, narrow top of the pixie’s head. “It is autumn, nearly winter. But I will find a safe, warm place for you and your flock. If I am warm, you will be warm; if I have food, you will have food. Now answer the mortal prince’s question.”

The pixie, crouched down on Linden’s hand, turned to stare sightlessly at Adam. “Yes. And no.”

Adam groaned, but he crouched down and brought out a string of sausages, the last wealth inside the sack.

The pixies squealed like rusty hinges. “Oh, long squish smoke guts!”

“Meatsy meat!”

“Crunchy grains and twiggy herby herbs!” They dove upon the string when Adam dropped it.

“Mortal prince,” a thin voice of wind on dry reeds rasped out. “I have the answers you seek.”

Linden stared all around in shock. Adam turned toward the oak, not entirely surprised. “Do you?”

“On my life I do,” the last of the golden pixies declared, its voice full of pain. “Spare it, and I will give it to you. I have the answers to your questions, and if what I know does not satisfy you, then I will find those that will.”

Adam balked. “I don’t want to own anyone. I’m not like the Folk in the Woods.”

“I don’t care,” the pixie snarled. “My life is all the coin I have. I cannot be of the woods, I am of the city. If you want your answers, I must live long enough to give them. And if you give me my life, I only have it to repay you.”

Adam and Linden crossed a look. The night had gone nowhere they’d meant for it to go. “You know it’s right, Adam. If we leave it like this, the moment I let the others loose they’ll fall on it. That’s their way,” Linden said quietly.

“I know, I know, but it’s not a thing, it’s not an inkpot or a book or something to be owned.” Adam pressed his hands to his face and made a high sound of profound impatience. “A task then,” he exclaimed on a whim. “If I give you your life, you must find a way to give me mine. Truly and fairly.”

“Truly and fairly.” The pixie dug itself out from where it had hid, among the autumn-kissed leaves. “And then?”

“And then your life is your own. If you stay, you don’t stay because you owe anyone, you stay because you choose to.”

“And if you die before I can repay you?”

“Then you’re free anyway.”

“You make poor bargains, mortal prince.”

“Maybe,” Adam admitted, shrugging off his coat. “But that’s only because I could make them unfair, and choose not to. Pixies.” He showed the flock of green lights the heavy coat. “To warm you, until Linden can find something better. In exchange for one sausage.”

“Is that satin?” one of the pixies cried out in delight.

“Are those buttons brass?”

“The stitching is gold!”

They all but threw the sausage at his feet. Adam dropped the coat and snatched the treat up, moving closer to the golden pixie and unwinding his scarf. “Can you move?”

It was the size and color of a young trout, golden and rainbow, pink and white and green, flecked with black and brown. Its wings were terribly crumpled and broken. “I have moved all that I could, mortal prince,” it admitted wearily.

“Don’t bite me,” Adam warned. As carefully as he could he scooped the tiny fairy up and bundled it up in the scarf, giving it the sausage at last; it was heavier than Adam had expected, and clung to its sausage as possessively as a miser to a coin. “Oh, gods, now what do we do?”

“Well, you go back to the palace before you freeze blue,” Linden told him tartly before gesturing at his coat, which was moving all on its own, full of admiring and delighted pixies. “But I have to tend to this. Pixie, the mortal prince’s questions?”

The golden pixie shifted tiredly its featureless head, too exhausted and wounded to even eat. “Yes. And yes.”

“Go,” Linden told Adam. “Find out what you can, and tell me tomorrow.”

Adam ran.

***

He named the pixie Trout, because it had no name Adam could pronounce. That night, it sat trembling on the prince’s desk as Adam bathed its broken wings on willow-tea and stretched them out from the crumpled, broken heap they’d ended up in. “You don’t look hurt anywhere else.”

“I am not hurt anywhere else. I do not need to be. My wings are all I am.”

Trout knew of war. Sitting there and instructing Adam on the brutal attention to its wings, it spoke on its whispering, papery voice. It was an old creature, though pixies were only a step above the kelpie: they counted 'yesterday’, 'today’ and 'tomorrow’, but little else. It had seen war, and had fought in one where pixies had won, and demanded to be free of any Court, a wish which had been granted to them, and which had turned out to be more curse than blessing. But it couldn’t tell Adam how long ago, or against who, or on whose side. Only that the palace had not been there when it had been fought, and the lights of its folk had outnumbered the stars in the sky.

“This is no war,” it told Adam. “The Court is bored. There are almost no princes left to kill, not until the new crop is weaned. So they made it seem that the above-folk want something from the below-folk and the below-folk went killing the above-folk, and of course neither will abide the other doing that, and here we are.”

“For fun.” Adam had to stop to steady his hands. “They did this for fun. They started a war for fun.”

Trout turned its empty face toward him. “You seem to be caring more about them than about you. I’m not certain those are sensible priorities, mortal prince.”

“Call me Adam. Everyone here is a prince, but I’m still the only Adam.” He went back to work. It had to be hurting, yanking and tugging on the pixie’s wings, but other than grinding the jagged rows of its teeth, Trout did not react. “Do you know who’s winning?”

“No one. Whenever one side gets an advantage, they go sneaky-sneaking in and fix it so it’s all blood and chaos again.”

Adam said nothing to that, because there was nothing he trusted himself to say. Instead he got up and very carefully poured the rest of the willow tea into his wash-basin, thinning it and cooling it with some water from the pitcher. “If you soak your wings in this, they should hurt you less.”

Trout eyed him warily, and Adam added a kerchief next to the basin. “And wash your face, too, you have bits of sausage all over it.”

“It was good sausage,” Trout admitted wistfully.

“If you get better quickly, and can fly to take messages, I’ll get you more sausages. And bacon.”

“Bacon!”

“Don’t fall asleep in the basin, Trout. I don’t want to get bit fishing you out,” Adam teased, weary to his bones and yet somehow glad to know at least one problem in his life could be solved with something so simple as bacon.

Trout huffed with offended dignity, and proceeded to do exactly that. But at least it remembered not to bite when Adam did fish it out and set it down on the pillow next to his own.

***

Winter came on full of bluster and bitterly cold. With pleasant entertainment, the Court didn’t see a need to try and shorten the season, and all the misery they’d been holding back was left to catch up with the mortal world.

Adam got somewhat used to carrying a pixie in his pocket as Trout healed, and discovered perhaps the only good thing to come from the war: the Court would have no winter celebrations. It would not close its doors. Linden could stay in the woods. They didn’t seem nearly as elated about those news as Adam was, at first, and the prince felt his delight wane into wariness. “Isn’t that a good thing? Don’t you want to stay?”

“Of course it’s a good thing!” Linden was watching pixies come and go, filling old squirrel nests with pilfered wool to make nests no one would oust them from. Perched on Adam’s shoulder, Trout watched as well. “Of course I want to stay. It’s just. I mean…. Oh, butter and burrs!” They threw themselves down on the worn root of the linden tree and mumbled.

“What?”

“I said,” Linden exclaimed with an exasperated sigh, “that my hair falls out in winter!”

Adam blinked, the concept of Linden concerned over something so alien as vanity impossible to understand. Then, quite mistakenly, he thought he’d got it. “Oh, so you’ll need a hat, then! You don’t have any.”

Linden peeked at him. “I suppose,” they replied, sitting up with ill-grace and staring closely at Adam. “You won’t think me a silly sight, bare like a tree in winter?”

“Linden, I never think you silly. Reckless and obstinate, but we’re matched on that.” Adam brightened up. “You’ll be here for my birthday! And for the Longest Night! Now I know what to get you for a present.” Linden suddenly hugged him, nearly sending Trout tumbling. “They’ve called you silly for it, haven’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Well, when has their opinion ever mattered to us?”

Bereft of half their family and forced to wait for Trout to heal before they could do anything about it, they focused instead on younger, simpler times, roaming through all the old familiar places, bringing up rich and merry memories of childhood, unwilling to think of the future and refusing to give the bleak present the pleasure of ruining their time together, taking refuge in the past instead. Linden did lose all their white, gold-tipped hair at about the same time the linden tree lost the last of its leaves, revealing a fine spattering of green freckles on the bark-brown, smooth skin; they promptly hid them beneath a satin-lined woolen cap, and then under any number of caps and hats acquired for them not just by Adam, but by Dane and Beli and Culli.

Without that tempting crown of foliage they discovered the horses were no longer inclined to try to chew on Linden, and suddenly riding was not only possible, but enjoyable.

Sometimes the black dog haunted their wake. Sometimes the black stag shadowed them through the woods.

“Perhaps I should have you teach me archery,” Linden commented tartly one of those times, and they saw their everpresent shadow no more, even if the pressure of his presence didn’t ease.

In the winter-sere woods, Adam learned to draw Linden at last; the true Linden, the long-limbed creature as graceful as a willow, as sweet as a linden, as powerful as an oak. He learned the true shape of those graceful hands that would gently lift a pixie up to catch a breeze, the sharp bark talons that could snatch and rend the life out of a rabbit so they could have dinner over a small fire. He groused endlessly about the smaller things, far more precious, Linden’s laugh, the way the shattered eyes shifted through every color with their moods, the way they curled up among the linden tree roots, stuffed in a whole bunch of coats and cloaks and scarves, having merry conversations with the birds that didn’t leave the woods through winter.

He let his eyes lead his fingers as the charcoal stick raced over paper, instead of the other way around. He drew anything and everything, Trout as the pixie peeked warily out of a pocket to speak to the green pixies, always seemingly surprised to be treated with courtesy by them. He drew the woods and added details from memory. He sketched his absent friends and those who waited for him in the palace, Dane and Beli and the Culli-maid, left to his service once Arditty had wed and departed to her own domain.

He would never, he realized one day in profound chagrin, be an artist. Oddly, it didn’t hurt him as it had before. This time he’d tried, he really had. He’d found the flaw in himself and corrected it. He could expect no more of himself.

It was also the day, two weeks before the Longest Night festivities, that he realized there were only two princes older than him in the palace. Everyone else was now younger. When had that happened?

Linden, who’d been sitting in the sun, head upturned and eyes closed, basking in the silver, pale light for it brightness rather than its warmth, looked at Adam as he froze in realization. “Are you finished, then?”

Adam looked at the drawing, and felt something inside him hurt in the best possible way. How could it not be love? “I suppose. I’m not very good at it, but it’s as done as it’s going to get.” He felt heat spilling over his face but made no effort to hide the workbook as Linden moved to their feet and approached eagerly.

“Well, let me see.” They stared curiously at the drawing. No oil or paint or canvas, only charcoal in fine, measured lines, with precision and care. “Is this what you see,” they asked, their voice gone still. “Is this what you see when you look at me?”

“Yes,” Adam admitted readily, his heart beating like a warring sparrow’s wings. “The most beautiful creature in the world.”

Linden’s breath caught with a sharp little sound, and they turned to stare at Adam, who stared right back, almost defiantly. The many-colored eyes bloomed into spring and went to a riot of summer right there in that empty winter clearing, and so slowly, so gently, Linden leaned down and kissed their young, oblivious mortal of a prince for a long, long moment. When they parted away Adam gasped briefly, tasting linden flowers and honey on his lips.

“Adam, what do these people teach you, that it’s taken you this long?” Linden teased.

“Nothing useful,” he admitted, his voice hoarse.

“I’ve bound my life to a blind idiot,” Trout commented dryly from its pocket, and Linden laughed, and for a moment it was summer, sweet and golden, in the shadow of the linden tree.

***

Adam couldn’t keep it to himself, least of all from those who’d known him nearly as long as Linden. Dane took a look at him when he came back that night, dazed with realization, and shook his head, smiling faintly. Beli gave him a narrow-eyed look, and merely warned him very tartly, “Well, this better no interfere with your studies.”

Culli merely smiled. After dinner, as she examined his mending, which was never too onerous a task, with Beli and Dane arguing quietly about something to do with the temperature in the rooms and the outrageous price of ink, she gestured him close. Adam stood before her like an errant schoolboy. “Well,” she told him. “It’s been a bit long coming, hasn’t it.”

Adam sagged and blew a long breath. “Am I the only one who didn’t know?”

“Well, it’s not that we knew,” she corrected him. “It’s just that there had to be a reason for such as Linden and such as you to come together.”

“We were friends! We’ve always been friends.”

“Aye, Highness, that’s the very point. I’m not saying they loved you from the first. But they did want to be your friend from the first. Their heart was freely given on nothing but what they saw and weighted on a wee lad. How many do you know of their kind that do that sort of thing?”

Adam licked his lips. “Only the ones they’ve brought. Only our friends.”

Culli nodded, and then shook her head in wonderment. “It’s hard to know you and not love you, Highness,” she told him, and laughed a little when he flushed red to his ears. “Well, go on now. Whatever Beli and Master Leminy might have to say about your lessons, you have to make up for lost time now, don’t you? Will you be inviting them to the Longest Night ball?”

Adam chewed on his lip. “I want to, Culli. I want to so much. But it seems so dangerous. The Dowager’s so blind in her hatred. I think I need to speak to them about it.”

“About it and about many other things.” She gave him a pointed look.

Adam scurried into his bedroom as fast as he could.

The thing was, they didn’t want to talk about the future, because to discuss a future without including Boul or Needlemaw in the conversation seemed too much like tempting fate to snatch them away in the present. Trout’s wings were sloughing off like skin from a sunburn, and the pixie was even more impatient than Adam to be airborne, often clinging to the ears of the prince’s charger as the horse raced over the meadows just so it could feel the bite of the wind, as if afraid it would forget what it felt like. Until the pixie could fly they couldn’t send word to either of their friends about the Court’s treachery, couldn’t know if sending word would even do any good.

In the end, Linden decided against the ball. Much as they wanted to see the glitter and beauty that Adam described, much as they hoped that in its own way it would be better than the wondrous galas of the Folk Beyond The Woods, they knew the Dowager Queen for another deadly enemy, and the party for another trap wrapped in satin, gossamer and jewels.

Adam had never really attended the ball beyond showing up, dipping his head politely at the Dowager and making a round of whatever adults had been invited; nothing else was expected of him. It took longer that year because he was repeatedly stopped to hear commentary about how tall he was getting, how broad across the shoulders, how fair on the face. In the end he had to practically sneak into the kitchen, snatching snacks as he went and shoving a crispy meat pastie into the pocket of the elegant, severe blue frock coat he was wearing as a Prince of the Blood. Trout’s appreciative trill nearly broke glass.

He dashed away into the woods with a satchel full of gifts, and dropped it in shock when he came to the clearing.

Lights hung everywhere, delicate floating bubbles of color. A few were Linden’s pixies; the rest they’d conjured to dispel the shadows of the longest night upon the world, and the clearing basked in delicate, multicolored light that made the ice flash like precious jewels.

He gave them their gift, a wheel of cheese cut into fourths and a whole cured ham hock cut into thin slices, and watched them dance in delight, grinning. Until the sight of Linden took his breath away.

Before they’d decided against attending the ball, Linden and Adam had discussed the matter of attire with some trepidation. Apparently in the Court they were given no choice as to what to wear; it was provided for them and that was that. Adam had no such concerns, and was quietly and deeply incensed at the casual cruelty of such a simple thing as taking choice away from someone you wanted to impress. He explained in great detail the cut and fit of his own outfit, and with some difficulty the more complex and colorful gowns of the ladies of the court, to which he’d never paid a great deal of attention. It was just as well they’d decided against the ball, and both of them blew secret breaths of relief at it.

But that night Linden had chosen an attire for the only person in the world for whom it mattered. They were a fey thing indeed, as luminous as the pixies. The green freckles on their skin gleamed in the dark. Their shattered eyes glowed like sacred lights. Exactly a replica to Adam’s clothing to every stitch, they wore a fine white shirt and a rich cravat under a frock coat of every shade of green, every tree stitched in brown with painstaking precision. Their pants were the soft, dark brown of rich earth, dotted with stitched shapes of birds, of mice and squirrels and deer, of wolves and hawks and snakes. Their feet were bare.

There was a thin circlet of living vines on their very bald head.

“You’ll be cold,” Adam protested in a daze. “You’re beautiful, Linden. You’re a prince more than I ever will be.”

Linden laughed and it was alright, it was really Linden, his Linden. “Do you like it? It took forever to make and I kept thinking someone in the smallfolk would tell you and it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

“I think it suits you,” was all Adam could say. He dropped the satchel and rummaged through it until he found a present. Unsurprisingly, it was a hat.

“Oh, thank you, yes.” Linden threw the crown of vines aside, where it promptly burrowed and slithered into the ground, and dragged the hat almost to their ears. Only then did Adam notice that one of their hands was still bark, rather that smooth brown skin.

“Linden.”

“Mm? Oh, that.” They smiled in triumph and offered the hand. “Look.”

Adam took the hand in his and looked. His breath caught; there, surrounded by bark, sat the iron ring, untarnished but made harmless not by fey power, but by the very nature of Linden themselves. “You did it. Linden, you did it!”

“I did! I told you I could.” They chewed on their lip. “I gave the knife to Needle, before she left. I hope she’s alright. I hope that was alright.”

“Well, the handle’s from some sea creature, so she should be fine if that’s all she touches.” Adam saw the light of the shattered eyes falter, and drew himself very straight, offering his most refined and elegant bow. “May I have this dance?”

Linden laughed, caught by surprise. “Are you sure it’s alright? Dressed like this? Maybe I should’ve got the other kind of clothing.”

“It’s just clothing. It’s like me being called a prince, it’s just a title because I’m related to the Dowager. Honestly I have no idea how they dance with all those skirts piled on top of one another. This is much nicer.” Linden surrendered their hands, and Adam took them, and they danced to music only they could hear, knowing only that they had one another, and that it was enough. “I wouldn’t care what you wore, Linden. I only care that it’s you.”

They kissed, sweet and shy and glad, and then laughed and danced until the cold chased Adam back to the palace.

Neither of them saw the mismatched eyes, one green and one gold, staring at them with hate from the dark.

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witheredhands-sharpenedbones · 3 months

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oh the woes of being a middle child

lmao kidding im an attention whore

i figured out that the reason im so loud, dramatic, over the top ect is bc I want attention. i want my parents to stop forgetting im not in my room, i want to be the topic of the conversation instead of my sister, I want to be the one casting shadows instead of trying to crawl out of them. i think it all started in primary school. my older sister was well known, not always for the right reason but everyone knew of her. I was just her younger sister. people would come up to me and call me "kristas sister" i was not my own person. then as soon as i got to high school, it was the teachers. "Oh you're kristas sister?" they would ask, trying to hide a wince. She was a menace to the teachers, so that meant i was. screw the fact that i got higher grades, screw the fact that i was the quiet person that sat in the back silently doodling in my book. but now she's not at school. she dropped out and im still here. my teachers dont know who she is anymore. so why am I still being compared to her? "oh thank god you're not like krista" my friends say. MY friends say. These people barley know her. "but you're acting like krista!" my mum yells when i go without uniform. How crazy. Krista, the girl who made teachers quit? Krista, the girl who skipped so much teachers stopped asking if she was in class? Krista, the girl who was buying weed in an alley next to the school? im the same as her because i dare want to wear a comfortable t shirt? Yet, when i compare myself to her, point out that ive made it to my last year when she didn't, point out that ive never touched drugs, point out that at my age she had a baby, im in the wrong? Its alright for everyone else, just not me?

sometimes i fantasize about getting sick. I don't mean getting cold, i mean i wonder what my life would be like if i found out i had cancer. would my parents finally care? would they worry about me without brining krista into it? would i finally be the one that gets away with bending the rules? or what if i got into a car crash. would they finally let me have time to rest? would they finally spend money on me? I don't actually want cancer or to get hit by a car, but i do want the attention it would give me. I cant get it any other way. the last time i had my mothers full undivided attention, i was breaking down on the kitchen floor, choaking on my own tears. I win awards for my writing and get nothing, i lose my friends over petty arguments and get nothing, i make it the farthest in education in my family, and i. get. nothing. Krista got an A on an assessment and we went out for a celebration dinner. Krista called her friend a disgusting pig and she got hugs. Krista got suspended for calling a teacher a bitch and my mum took her out for fucking ice cream.

she has no expectations piled onto her, and yet she still gets every reward possible. I have every expectation, i am the one thats ment to graduate and become a lawyer and make all the money. i hate law. i hate it with a passion. i dream of being a writer, of my words and the hidden meanings in them making people i will never know feel seen, but my parents only see the successful one. the one that needs no help, the one that efortlessly gets the grades the first one couldn't.

every day is a desperate plea for attention. every breath, every word, every forced laugh, is me fighting to be seen, fighting for someone to see Jada, the Writer, not Kristas Sister.

#middle child #vent #vent post #god i wish my parents could get through one conversation without bringing her up #she doesnt even live here anymore #how is she still in every conversation?

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leejafythe · 11 months

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Dancer and the Lightwardens: Chapter 3

Alphinaud - first posted here

The amaro landed on the rocky beach of Kholusia, letting Leeja down off the back of one while Szem Djenmal stayed behind to look after the birds and told Leeja where to go to begin her search from Alphinaud. After doing some tasks for people (as she enjoyed doing so), she waited in the small tavern with a cup of water and sipped on it. When the door opened, her ears flicked upward. When the newcomer spoke, her tail wagged gently with happiness as she looked over at him. “And how is business, Mistress Theva?” “Oh, frenetic. Look, I have a new customer.” The woman behind the bar smiled and gestured toward Leeja. As he looked around, he noticed he miqo’te and gasped softly as he headed over to her. “‘Tis good to see you my friend.” He beamed at her as she stood, rushing over to pull him into a very tight hug. “Gods, it’s good to see you! You’ve no idea how worried we’ve been!” Leeja relaxed as Alphinaud hugged her back. He let go for a moment and put a small bag on the counter. “The barley seeds you wanted. They should produce a better harvest than the last.” Leeja sat back down and watched the exchange. “What, just like that? Oh, Alphinaud, you really are a dear.” Theva smiled warmly at him. “He’s always done what he can to help others. It’s why we love him.” Leeja grinned as a blush crept across his face. Theva left the two of them to catch up and went out to the storehouses.

“It seems an age since last we spoke. Not since the prisoner exchange in Doma and Yotstuyu.” He sat on a chair next to Leeja and got comfy. “Aye, ‘tis true. We had no idea what happened until Gaius returned with your unconscious body that had Alisaie in a tizzy.” Leeja sighed softly. “Oh I’m well aware. She made her feelings quite known when we met in the Crystarium.” Leeja chuckled and smiled. “I’m just glad you’re alive. So, tell me everything.” Leeja sat back in her chair and listened to him as he went through everything. “...In that sense, our involuntary journey here to the First was something of a boon. Together with the Exarch, we’ve developed a theory as to how the Rejoining will be.” Alphinaud. “Have you been in contact with Alisaie yet?” “No, I’m yet to go to see her,” Leeja sighed softly. “I am sure Urianger himself will cover the subject. But I can tell you the process requires both worlds – the Source and the First – be facing an existential threat. They are a menace that I would dearly love to remove, and not just to avert a calamity.” Leeja could see the determination in his eyes and offered him a smile. “Then shall we go and free the common folk from danger?” She stood and grinned at him. “If any solutions are to be found, I believe we can find them in Eulmore. So, lets go for an adventure.” Alphinaud chuckled and the pair left the tavern and headed toward Gate Town.

“What is this place?” Leeja looked at the vast amount of shacks that line the path heading into the city. “The gate up ahead is known as the ‘Open Arms,’ and Eulmore itself is beyond. This, meanwhile, is the aptly known Gatetown. The dwelling place of the many desperate souls hoping to be chosen to live in the city proper.” Alphinaud sighed, sounding slightly bitter. “You don’t approve?” Leeja raised an eyebrow. “I–” He was cut off by the sound of a horn, drawing everyones attention. Two jongerlers, one red, one blue, stood in the middle of the path. “Greetings ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention please!” One of them called. Leeja and Alphinaud watched as various people hurried over to them as the people seemed excited for whatever it was they were there for. “Greetings for our hopeful petiioners, one and all! Eulmore extends its warmest regards!” The one in red declared. They went on to explain that someone wanted fish and able to serve it for meals. Leeja looked at Alphinaud, completely confused. “Do you recall how I said Eulmore was a center of power and authority? Well, that is not the only reason for its fame. It is also known as the “city of final pleasures.” The noble and the wealthy who survived the Flood gathered here to live out the rest of their days in decadent abandon.” Leeja could sense his anger toward the city, and while she didn’t know much about it, she already hated the way it treated its citizens. “A poor man could sooner pass through the eye of a needle than Eulmore’s gates. The only way commonfolk can enter this perverted paradise is if they fulfil the whim of one of the privileged. And so they are picked over like market produce.” “That’s… Gods, it’s so easy to forget how lucky we are to have anything and then you see people living like this because they are desperate to have something .” Leeja folded her arms and continued to watch as someone finally got chosen. “Could have shown them my culinary skill, probably would have gotten us in there.” she grumbled quietly as she watched them begin to hand out what, to her eyes, looked like bread. “Meol is a foodstuff which Eulmore routinely doles out to the people of Gatetown, and apparently a staple for its citizens as well. Many here rely on it to survive in these times of scarcity. Yet the whole arrangement seems…” It was as if Alphinaud could read her mind. “It’s incredibly dodgy and it’s giving me the bad feelings. Also, meol. Is it bread?” Leeja wanted to examine it properly, purely from a culinarian standpoint. “Your guess is as good as mine, but you might be able to tell me a bit more for your time learning to cook?” Leeja chuckled, informing him of the exact same thought.

Once the commotion had died down Alphinaud encouraged Leeja to take a look around, an idea she kindly took him up on. As she looked around, she spoke to people as she did, wanting to learn their reasons for being there. “Gatetown is safe and meol is wonderful.” The woman she was speaking with seemed to be genuine in her praise for the place.

“Do you have a bit I can sample or even just take a look at? I’m curious about it myself and want to see if I can think of any culinary ways I can use it with.” Leeja could lie expertly. Lots of tips and tricks in her various training and her time growing up had made it easy to do.

“Oh do you dabble in cooking?” “I’m a fairly well-trained chef. Give me any ingredient in your stores and I can probably come up with a new way of using meol in it” she said. She had learned how the citizens were using meol the same way most nights so if she could, she’d write down a new recipe for them at the very least. “Do you have access to meats and things?” “No, meat goes off after a while as we’ve no way of storing it properly.” Leeja hummed in response as several ideas came to mind. “Give me some time, I’ll have something you can preserve your meats in and some new recipes for meol” she smiled warmly and took the chunk of meol from the woman. Several people heard her mention her plans and soon enough, talk around the community was filled with naught but excitement for her plans as she returned to Alphinaud. “Talk is rife that you’ve offered to help them out?” He raised an eyebrow at her as she grinned. “Best way to learn more about people is usually via food, that’s what I’ve discovered. They need a way to store meat when they’re able to get it so I have an idea on how they can do that. Fancy coming along while I discover a means of gathering materials?” “Always finding a way to help the commonfolk, guilty to a fault eh?” Leeja just shrugged. “If I can I will. Fancy tagging along? It shouldn’t take long.” Alphinaud nodded and followed along. It gave the two a chance to catch up along the way.

About a bell later and everything had been collected, crafted and they had even done a bit of hunting, giving Leeja a chance to gather leathers while butchering meat to place in the new ice chest she had built. With Alphinaud’s help they had discovered some herbs that would come in useful for the new recipe she had concocted. When the pair arrived back in Gatetown carrying the box, the residents made their way over. “You’re back! We were beginnin’ to wonder if you’d gotten hurt” came the voice of the initial woman she spoke to. “Oh no, nothing of the sort. I’m new to Kholusia and I had my friend here show me the best places to procure some items.” They placed the box down. “You’re welcome to come and take a look, I’ve built this chest for you to be able to store things such as vegetables, most fruits, meats and other temperature-controlled foods that need to be kept cold to stop them from rotting and going to waste. You can even store meol in it if you wish” Leeja smiled and lifted the lid. “I even went ahead and got you all some meat, as well some simple herbs and written down 3 new recipes for you to use meol for.” Excited chatter could be heard, and then some worried ones. “And how much are you going to charge us for? We don’t have a lot.” “Oh I’m doing this out of my kindness. I’ve heard from various people that food items were difficult to come by and to preserve so I thought of a way to help limit the loss.” “Bah. We don’t need the charity of some strangers.” A male, not much younger than Leeja, folded his arms and scoffed. Until an elderly woman flicked his ear. “Watch your mouth. This very kind young lady went out of her way to help the town when she didn’t need to.” The man grumbled out an apology and Leeja went about talking them through the recipes and what they would need.

When the sun had set and everyone had settled, Leeja and Alphinaud took their leave to stay in an abandoned house Alphinaud had taken up residence in. Whoever had lived there had left in what seemed to be a hurry, all the furniture had been left behind and most items looked to be untouched, even by Alphinaud. He had just taken to sleeping in one of the bedrooms. There was still a generator that had been well maintained and provided power to each of the rooms meaning Leeja had plenty of light to cook them both a meal without using meol. She didn’t trust the way it felt, smelt or tasted and while it might have been perfectly harmless, she didn’t want to take the risk. “I’m more than happy to cook, Leeja. You’ve done a lot today.” “I’m fine, Alphy, I promise. Besides, the sooner we eat the sooner we can get some well needed rest.” She flashed him a quick smile and took a seat as she left the food to cook in the oven. “Can I ask you something?” Leeja fiddled with her bracelet and chewed her lip a little. “I haven’t seen him, I’m sorry to say.” He knew the signs and knew exactly what she was going to ask. “Oh… Okay.” Leeja looked down and continued to fiddle with the bracelet. “I’ve no doubt he’s fine, Leeja. I know you’re worried.” He gave her a sympathetic smile. “It’s not that, it’s just I know where everyone else is and eve the Exarch doesn’t know where he is” She sighed softly and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to unload. Let’s eat and get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow.” Alphinaud nodded. They got to work finishing their meal and sat down to eat before going to bed.

When they woke, the chronometre on the wall informed them it was indeed morning. Leeja had, strangely, slept peacefully. She put it down to the exhaustion that rattled in her body as she stood, pulled on her boots and headed into the kitchen. Alphinaud was still sleeping it seemed, giving her a chance to make them both breakfast before they headed back to Eulmore and Gatetown. She hummed softly as she dug through her bag and found the last of the ingredients that she had left and set to work focusing on it. Thankfully, she also had the last of her tea supply and made both herself and Alphinaud a cup each as she heard the bedroom door open and the softness of his footsteps walking in her direction. “Good morning, Alphinaud!” “You’re certainly chipper today.” He chuckled and sat down as she placed a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, toast and sausages in front of him and a cup of tea sat off to the side. “I’m feeling good about today. Today is the day we get into Eulmore, don’t you agree?” She smiled warmly as Alphinaud dug into his breakfast. “Mmm! This is delicious!” Leeja grinned and sat down with her own plate. “I forget you’ve not really had a chance for my cooking, have you? Even in Dravania.” She dug into her own food and they ate in comfortable silence for a while. “So, what’s the plan for today?” “We need to meet with someone who will provide what we need and I’ll explain it on the way.” Leeja nodded and they both finished their breakfast, cleaned up and headed out toward Gatetown once more.

They spent their time studying and watching the citizens mill around, surrounding the jonglers when they appeared and mobbing the meol that was handed out. Alphinaud frowned, and Leeja could feel his disapproval. “You disapprove of Eulmore? Of these people’s way of life?” Alphinaud huffed softly before answering. “Disapprove...? It frustrates me, certainly. That is only part of it, though. The whole situation makes me uneasy. 'Tis difficult to make a final judgment without first seeing the city's inner workings. Mayhap it is that uncertainty which always makes me feel so ill at ease here.” He frowned and Leeja continued to watch him. “So, what do you suggest we do?” She asked, curious about his plan. “I am not so naive as to think there is some miraculous solution to all of this. Yet I cannot help but frown at the sight of hardworking villagers struggling to survive, even as the chosen few rejoice at being plucked from poverty by the hand of a capricious noble. There has to be a better way. I will not know for sure, however, until I have taken those long-delayed steps through Eulmore's gates. 'Tis fortunate that you arrived when you did, Leeja. I have been working on a scheme to insinuate myself into the city, and if all goes to plan, it should soon come to fruition.” He turned and looked at Leeja with a smile. “There is a beast tribe who makes its home in the seas surrounding the island. The Ondo, they are called, though you and I know them as Sahagin.” He went into detail with his plan to get into Eulmore with pearls and business dealings. It was certainly a plan, but she wouldn’t tell him she didn’t trust it to work.

What the pair didn’t expect to be told, however, was that someone had posed as Alphinaud’s assistant and taken the foodstuffs he was going to use as trade. “Alphy, he’s over there, I can see him.” Leeja’s voice was loud enough for him to hear and quiet enough for the mystel to be wholly unaware. Until they walked over to him from behind.

“There you are!” The mystel flinched in surprise, clearly not expecting to be caught. “The thief who claimed the harvest on my behalf. Hand it over.” Alphinaud was stern, but not overly angry. “Surely you’ve got a damn good reason as to why you’re thieving other peoples goods.” Leeja frowned and crossed her arms. “Forgive me, I just– I have to get into the city!” He fell to his knees in front of them, only for them to glance at each other in confusion. The boy went on to explain how he needed to get into the city because his friends had all gotten in. He was adamant that it was Eulmore or nothing. Alphinaud took pity and gave him the plan. “Kai-Shirr, don’t just rely on Eulmore. I understand its where all your friends are but there are safer places to be. Just be safe. If you get into trouble, reach out to Alphinaud and I, alright?” With a nod the mystel ran off leaving the two of them alone.

Something caught Alphinaud’s eye as they walked. “I can’t be sure but, I-I think someone’s in trouble! Come on, they need our help!” They broke into a sprint and made their way to the beach quickly. They knelt down and immediately cast healing spells to help with his injuries. “There, that should take care of the worst of them.” Leeja dug out a thick blanket and draped it over the man as he began to come round. “Easy, sir. Alphinaud can you sort a fire out?” “Of course. I’ll be as fast as I can.” He rushed off as the man became conscious once more. “Welcome back, we thought we lost you. Are you alright?” Leeja helped him sit up and wrapped the blanket around him once more. Alphinaud returned and lit the fire quickly, and they sat around it talking about what happened to the man, Tristol. ”They threw you over the edge? How in the hells did you not land on the rocks!?” “Don’t ask me. Luck, I suppose. Though if you hadn’t found me when you did, it wouldn’t have counted for much.” Tristol sighed. Eulmore was sounding more and more barbaric. And they both wanted to get in there. After leaving Tristol in the safety of the nearby village, where he handed his paintbrush to Alphinaud. They had their key into the city it seemed.

Bells after they had secured entry into the city, meeting their patrons - the Chais - and Alphinaud had sent Leeja on her way to explore the city to learn the layout and, as he had delightfully told her, “the shadows hold secrets. Listen to what they have to say is what Thancred would tell you.” She chuckled at him and nodded. She meled into the shadows and into crowded areas, listening to everything that was being said. It seemed that everyone was loyal to Vauthry. So very loyal and it didn’t sit right with her. Even when she actively spoke with peole they could only praise the man and his horrific punishments. She finally returned to Alphinaud and saw him in the middle of his artwork. “That looks gorgeous, Alphy.” “Ah, you’re back! What do you think of the city?” He smiled warmly at her as she began to talk about what she saw. The rest would be kept secret. “It sounds like you saw a great deal.” “Aye, I did. I saw enough to know that we shall do our best to stay on the good side of our patrons, but I believe we would not be foolish enough to act out and tarnish their good name.” Leeja smiled at Lady Chai who beamed. “You are correct, we would never act out.”

A scream above them made the room go silent. “I say, did that come from above us?” Leeja frowned for a moment, “It did. I hope whatever is happening, the person is safe.” She murmured, mostly to herself. Then Jonglei's appeared, claiming a malcontent had made their way into the city and were to be punished by Vauthry, and citizens were welcome to watch. With permission, Leeja and Alphinaud hurried over to the lift to see what was happening. As they ascended, Alphinaud noticed the trembling in Leeja’s hands as she flexed them into fists over and over. “I hope they’re okay. They should be fine. I hope.” She sighed and the doors pinged open. The room was already crowded as they pushed their way through to the front to see anything.

Just to see Kai-Shirr knelt on the ground, trembling from pain and a pool of blood growing quickly around him. They hurried over to him as Leeja grabbed some stray fabric from her bag and pushed down on the wound to try and slow the bleeding. Alphinaud began to heal it quickly. “What happened here?” “Who are these impudent louts? I do not recall requesting their presence.” Vauthry snapped at them. Alphinaud’s attention went from healing Kai-Shirr to lashing out at Vauthry instead. Kai-Shirr couldn’t follow up on the business proposals that Alphinaud had set up and as a result, he was being punished. It made Leeja’s blood boil with white hot rage. She focused on healing the damage caused by the knife while Alphinaud and Vauthry argued against each other. “Come on, let’s get out of here and tend to your wounds properly before I do something highly inappropriate.” She cast a dark glare toward Vauthry as they walked out.

Once the pair had seen Kai-Shirr to a safe location, gathered their things and boarded up the house once more, they made their way back to the amaro and left for the Crystarium. Both needed time to cool off and reflect on what happened. Both needed to report to the Exarch about what happened and that wouldn’t be easy to explain. “Alphinaud? You’re quieter than I am.” “Hm? Oh, my apologies. I’m just thinking about what we’re going to say to the Exarch. Leave that to me, though. You deserve to rest. I’ll see you in the morning. “I’m off to find your sister in the morning so I may not be around. Just make sure you rest, too.” Sh gave him a soft smile and they separated for the rest of the day. Leeja’s sleep would be fairly interrupted and she was no looking forward to it.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #leeja fythe #my writing #fan fic #alphinaud leveilleur #Shadowbringers #Kholusia #canon

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bardic-tales · 2 years

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Unique character development questions 2., 9., 14., 18., 22

Hello, my dino-loving pal.

I've been thinking about you since Dominion came out, and I'm still thankful that you found my writeblr. I'm also sorry that this is late, as it takes me time to write responses to prompts.

I will be posting this for Alystin Torrath, my female protagonist of Flight of the Dragon.

2. Do they pick wildflowers?

Alystin does pick wildflowers, but not for decor. When she was growing up in Siollán, she would spend time with the town's herbalist. Even when she was a child, she always had an inquisitive mind.

The herbalist taught her tonics and tinctures that she would fall back in later years. Some of these tonics require a plant that grows to the north of the mountain range that would become known as the Dragon's Talons.

Brennan picked those same flowers for his mate, Beatrix, as a suitable courting gift. When Alystin hears the fabled story from Brennan's own mouth, she goes off to search for her own wildflowers to gift the man she wants to marry.

During a festival of flowers, Brennan presents Alystin a single white camellia. She places this in her hair above her right ear. This compliments the baby's breath placed in her loose fitted braid, as well as the ivory dress she wears for the occasion.

9. What is the longest they’ve ever slept in?

Although Alystin loves to sleep in, this is a luxury that isn't afforded to her. She is expected to help out around her parents' tavern, the Huntsman. This often includes going into town to fetch whatever her mother needs for that day. Because of this, she is usually awake when the rooster crows.

The longest she sleep for was past 8:00 am. This was a few days past her birthday. Her mother called up the flight of stairs to her bedroom, to rouse her from her sleep. Alystin was needed to go into town and fetch barley for the tavern's homemade beer. As a result of sleeping in, she missed breakfast. She was sent into town with only a slice of bread, a flask of water, and no butter.

14. If they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to? (Shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

If she suddenly vanished, her parents and Brennan would immediately begin to worry. From the moment Alystin was born, she was in danger from the Cult of the Old Gods. They wished to bring a pair of beings from the Death Plane into the Moral Plane, bringing about the end of the world. Alystin possesses the ability to open the gates between all the Planes of Existence.

For that to happen, they would have abducted her, tortured her, and turned her into an instrument of chaos. She would bring a maelstrom of disorder throughout the continent.

Brennan would stop at nothing to find her. While he left her in the care of his best friend and strongest knight and the midwife / wetnurse who saw to Alystin's birth, it is his divine duty to keep her safe from the cult.

18. Pick a fictional character from another book / movie to be their guardian angel. Is it hard to look out for your character? Does the guardian angel interact with them? What’s their first conversation like?

If I had to choose a fictional character from another book or show to be Alystin's guardian angel, it would be Lagertha from Vikings.

I took inspiration for her mother from Boudica, a queen of the British Iceni tribe. Alystin eventually has to step up and follow her mother's footsteps, becoming a warrior herself.

I think Lagertha would treat her as her own child and maybe come to see Alystin as the daughter she lost to plague. She would be affectionate, doting, and even motherly to Alystin. Like Brennan, Lagertha would be very protective of her as Alystin would become the queen she was meant to be.

Alystin and Lagertha would interact. She would contrast nicely with Brennan as she is impulsive, prone to poor decision making, and lacking tack or diplomacy. Brennan typically takes a while to come to a decision, making sure that it is the right one for his family, only acts with good information, and is very diplomatic.

Instead of their first converastion, I decided to show their first interaction.

First interaction:

A woman Alystin did not know emerged from the grove of trees circling the encampment. She was clothed in a black, studded leather cuirass. Her blonde hair fluttered against her shoulders; a solitary braid brushed against the bridge of her nose. Alystin struggled against her captor, but his grip held tightly. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, as she wouldn't give this man the satisfaction. Her breath hammered in her chest. What could she do? He had kicked away her dagger moments before. "You tried to take her from him." She unsheathed the battlefield sword from her sheath and glared at the man holding Alystin in his vise-like grip. "Who are you, woman?" "All you need to know is that I'm here to return her."

22. What one aspect of their physical appearance do they think is hot?

Ah. The most important question.

Alystin is quite naive when it comes to her sexuality or parts of her that would excite someone. She has always felt like she sort of stumbled into her love life. When anyone compliments her, she will always blush.

That said, she does think her most attractive feature is her eyes. Her mother had grey-blue eyes, too. Brennan would tell her that is what attracted her father to her mother. He will also tell her that her unique eye color speaks to her place in history as a child of prophecy.

After she becomes a dragon knight, her eye color shifts to be greyer, as it reflects what flight she pledges herself and her future descendants to.

98 UNIQUE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS

#nl answers #oc: alystin torrath #my ocs #wip: flight of the dragon

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eunkimmie · 2 years

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Yo can u do an angst sal x fem?? reader where the reader gets cheated on by sal, like some sceanarios

hell yeah. love angst.

when the realization dawned on him,

he was distraught. he hadn't been thinking—he hadn't, he swears, god. she had—sal had known her for so long, and...anything to justify it. anything, god, anything. sure, he had known how his childhood friend felt about him. larry had known, too, but sal had you.

you.

ashley could see it on his face after she had kissed him. they had been sharing a...moment, whatever you wanted to call it. and, somewhere deep down in her heart she thought that maybe, maybe...it could work out for them.

but the look on his unmasked face whenever he pulled away, the way his hands had moved to an involuntary defensive position before his fingers touched, barely even grazed over, his scarred lips and a shaky breath had left. it was all to overwhelming, the guilt, the look on ashley's face, but most of all, it was the way that for just a second he had kissed back. and he had forgotten you. the memories you shared, the love you had promised one another.

"sal..." she started, her tone gentle and docile. he had practically yanked his prosthetic back down, clasping the down-most strap and standing from his place on the ground, the scenery of that pond all too quickly ruined for him. "no—i, i can't. i can't, i have—i have..." his voice cracked in between words before he shook his head and walked away.

when he saw you afterwards,

the guilt was absolutely killing him. you were oblivious to it all as the two of you shared each other's space. he was sitting on the couch, leaning against the arm, and you were leaning against his shoulder and playing a handheld console. he was quiet, and he felt like he had to fill the deafening silence with something—anything. but...no words came. he couldn't even bare to speak, every word he wanted to say about how much he loved you, and oh, fuck, please forgive him, please, what was he going to do without you?! got completely stuck in his throat, and, in their place, the feeling of nausea was ever rising.

he couldn't lie—sal wasn't a liar. it would've been so easy to never bring it up, or, if you had found out, told you that it was all her and he was caught off guard. but he wasn't a liar, and he knew he couldn't do that.

when you found out,

you stood there for a moment. sal had started crying, and you were barely even able to piece together what he was saying in between sobs. you hadn't realized it, but when you finally comprehended what it was he was trying to tell you, your face had contorted. your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted just barley, and your eyes had looked at him with such an intense sense of distraught that it only made sal break down again. he was standing a fair distance away from you. he could grovel, fall to his knees and beg for your forgiveness, but he was scared. he was terrified—what came after this? never seeing you again? the thought of that, and the realization of that being completely possible filled his chest with a pain so immense that it almost felt like he was dying.

"i..." your voice was shaky, and you held up a hand to indicate a pause. you took a breath, tears starting to fall from the weight that had gathered, before licking your lips and shaking your head. "i—i can't...sal." you said his name. and the way you said it was so unbelievably foreign that it physically took him aback. "i can't do this, not right now. i'm not—i'm not ready to discuss this. i'm leaving."

and he let you. he knew he wasn't in a position to ask you to stay, to ask you for anything. he watched you leave, not even grabbing your things and instead just making a beeline for the door.

later, you had sent him a text.

"please don't contact me until i do so first, i'm not ready to talk about it rn. i'll lyk when i am."

and that was all he had. the last remnant of you until you decided to make the next move.

all he could do was sit in his bed. cradling his phone, checking for any sign of contact. the remorse he felt was unbearable, and all he wanted to do was go back in time and take it all back. he couldn't take it.

#writing #sally face headcanon #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sally face x reader angst #angst

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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swim

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings; smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, light choking, creampies, slight thigh riding

Synopsis; during a night out with your friends you spot a tall man in a dark suit with an even darker look in his eyes

a/n; this is literally just smut with very little plot lmaoo uhh i’ve been struggling in my smut writing/writing in general so here’s this, hope its not completely trash and you enjoy!

fic inspired by swim by chase atlantic, bc god knows i can't write anything original sdhfdh

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It was 10 o’clock when your girlfriends rounded you up for a night out, hopefully full of sweet drinks and good company. By 11:30 you were happily buzzed and the feelings of warm bodies around you brought a heat to your lower stomach. Maybe tonight you’d go home with someone, wake up the next morning with that delicious sense of soreness between your legs. The only task at hand was finding a companion.

Once the current song ended you walked over to the bar grabbing a water and taking a seat next to your friends.

“How are the prospects lookin tonight y/n/n?” Jessica, the short brunette you’d known for years asked. Being around her had rubbed some of her boldness onto you. Hopefully that could make an appearance tonight.

“No luck so far,” you sighed “but my eyes are wide open.” You brought the straw to your lips, gulping down the cool water as you looked around the dimly lit room.

“Woah check out suit and tie over there. He’s been checking you out for a while,” chimed Erika. While she has happily taken, that didn’t stop her from going out with you guys and pushing you into random laps.

You looked up to see the darkest pair of brown eyes on yours. Maybe it was the lighting but here was something in them. Lust perhaps? His eyes travelled down your frame as you stood up. The tight lilac dress you had on hugging each of your curves perfectly.

"I'm gonna get some air, let me know if you guys wanna head out," you said never letting your eyes drift away from the handsome stranger a few feet away.

Once outside you let your back hit the brick wall. The music from the building could be felt vibrating through the cracks. You looked up seeing the stars barley visible through the city lights.

"Contrary to popular belief you can never see millions of stars, they simply aren't close and bright enough. On a really exceptional night, with no moon and far from any source of lights, a person with very good eyesight may be able to see 2000-2500 stars at any one time."

You turned to see the same man from inside. He was gorgeous, a light stubble grazing his cheeks, long hair falling past his ears. He was a lot taller than you had thought probably taller than 6'0 but all that made you think about was him towering over you.

"Did you make that up off the top of your head? Or do you approach all your conquests with astronomy facts?"

"That depends do you usually let strange men corner you behind bars or am I just special?" he said walking closer to where you stood.

"Touche Mr."

"Doctor actually."

There was a brief pause where you both let out a giggle. The dark eyes from before seemed lighter and you cold almost make out a blush on his cheeks. The lack of alcohol on his breath told you it was from the conversation, though there was nothing to be flushed about yet.

“But seriously a pretty girl walking out to a back alley late at night is just a recipe for disaster,” he finished scanning both ends.

“Well do you plan on hurting me doctor?" you said coyly. You did you best to flutter your lashes looking up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he said letting one of his hands tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. That same hand ended up resting loosely around you neck making you gulp.

"Yes," you breathed out, "please doctor."

He wasted no time in crashing his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth as he slid his thigh in between your own. His unoccupied hand went down to your hip, slowly guiding the pace of your frantic rutting.

Your lips parted as your head tilted back onto the brick wall. A symphony of whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Look how desperate you are for me. I haven't even done anything and you're already such a mess," he said leaving wet kisses, cooling on your scorching neck.

"Oh fuck doctor," you said clinging onto his arms, "need y'to fuck."

The power he had over you turned your brain to mush. It was sad how quickly he had you melted in the palm of hand without even doing much but kissing. At this point you didn't even care. The only thought swimming in your head was having him inside you.

A pout formed on your lips as his hands dropped from your frame. However it was quickly wiped away as you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling.

"Is this what you needed baby? You need my cock to stretch you out?" he said pulling your hips closer to his.

You looked up at him for permission before you reached forward to pump your hand along his shaft. He lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm as he pulled the thin material separating the both of you to the side.

Guiding his length to your glistening folds was a sight you'd want engraved in your brain forever. The first intrusion of his fat tip in your tight hole had you mewling a mix of curses and his title.

All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as his thrusts gained speed. The sound of your skin slapping luckily wouldn't have been heard through the door with the loud music playing inside. But anyone who walked by the alley or decided it was time for a breath of air would surly be in for a show.

"Fuck you're such a good little whore for me," he said gruffly against the skin of your shoulder, "letting me fuck you out here where anyone could see."

Your pussy clenched at his words and your moans amplified as he continued to pound into you. The curve of his cock hitting the spot inside of you that had you seeing all the stars in the sky contrary to what he said before.

"More doctor! Please wanna cum," you whined.

He made a noise of disapproval before pushing you back farther into the wall. At this point you and the red bricks were one. You were sure to have crescent marks on how hard he was holding up your thigh.

"Greedy little whore aren't you," he gritted out, "You take whatever I wanna give you."

"Please I need it! Need t'cum please please please," you rushed out bucking your hips to meet each one of his thrusts.

His hold on your hip got tighter as he started drilling into you. You could feel his heavy breathes on your shoulder and the way his cock was throbbing inside you ready to fill you up.

Your mind was dizzy. It felt like you were in a bubble of him, the scent of his cologne trapped in your senses. Your nerves were on fire, any pressure on your neglected bud would be sure to set you off.

It was as if the gods had answered your prayers when he spoke, "I can feel you clenching around me baby. Go ahead and touch yourself for me," he rasped out.

Reaching between yourself you felt the slippery mess where you both connected and started rubbing at your stiff clit. Your fingers sent lighting strikes through your body, breaking the damn that was building in your lower tummy.

"Gonna cum! I'm oh god cumming doctor," you all but yelled out. If people walking around the corner were unaware of the spectacle they sure would be now.

"That's it.. such a good girl."

Your arms around his neck let up as you pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. His lips swallowing the moans you let out as he helped you ride out your orgasm.

"Where do you want-," he tried to speak out but you cut him off.

"Inside," you begged, "Need to feel you cum inside." His thrusts turned frantic as you spoke against his lips. Pleading for hum to fill you to the brim with his seed.

You sighed as you finally felt the warm liquid coat your walls, his thrusts continuing to pump into you.

He pulled out stepping back to watch the creamy mess spill down your center before be swiped it away with his fingers, bringing them up to your awaiting mouth.

Happily you took his fingers in your mouth, moaning around them at the salty taste of your mixed release. You looked up at him keeping your gaze on the sliver of brown around his dilated pupils.

Walking back into the bar Jessica and Erika's eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they took in the limp in your walk and your disheveled hair.

"You whore!," Erika screamed out greeting you with pats on the shoulder.

"Shut up," you said looking down feeling the heat rising to your cheeks.

Jessica giggled handing you her compact mirror, "Yeah I bet we're not the only ones who called her that," she finished with a raise of her brow.

Looking back up across the bar you saw the same dark eyes from before staring at you with a smug smile, proud how much of mess he left you in. If the little business card tucked in your bra told you anything, it was that the stunt from outside would be far from the last.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds smut #mgg x reader #mgg smut #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler smut #spencer reid fanfiction #chellewrites

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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sweet in private ~ taylor momsen

word count: 1942

request?: yes!

“Can you do a Taylor Momsen imagine where she is really sweet in private”

description: in which their badass girlfriend who acts like she doesn’t give a fuck about anything is super sweet when it’s just the two of them

pairing: taylor momsen x gender neutral!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was always amusing for you to see Taylor like this: heavy black eyeliner, dressed completely in black clothing, every other word out of her mouth being explicit or a playful insult towards one of her bandmates. It was the persona that the world knew her as, but it was the exact opposite of how you knew her.

You and Taylor had been dating for nearly a year now. When you first met her, you were kind of intimidated by her. She seemed so tough, so...so cool. You didn’t think she’d ever go for someone like you - the exact opposite of her. You liked to stay home and read books and do puzzles. No one was more shocked than you were when she asked you out on a date.

You had gone to a small restaurant that barley anyone ever went to as it would be less of a chance of her getting noticed. When she arrived, you had barley recognized her. The punk goddess that everyone had knew her for was completely gone. No make up, no dark clothing, so chokers or leather or anything of the sort. She showed up in a beautiful summer dress and her hair pulled back into one braid that fell to her mid-back. She was absolutely stunning, but you already knew that.

She had laughed at your expression when you saw her. “I clean up nice, huh?”

“You look nice anyways,” you said, your face immediately burning in embarrassment. She giggled, and you couldn’t stop your mouth from continuing with the rambling. “I mean, you’re just beautiful in general, no matter what you’re wearing or how you look or...you know, whatever. I just...I’m just shocked that you...that you’re...”

You groaned and buried your head in your hands. Taylor was still giggling as she took hold of your wrists and lowered your hands from your face.

“Every celebrity has a persona,” she told you. “Even if it’s close to who they actually are, no celebrity is 100% themselves in the public eye. Who I am when I’m with the band is me, but that’s not how I am all the time. Especially not when I’m going on a date with someone I really like.”

You could feel blush creeping up your cheeks again. “You...you really like me? Even though we haven’t known each other for long?”

Taylor smiled and shook her head. “I wouldn’t be on this date with you if I didn’t like you, would I?”

From that day onwards, you always say a side of Taylor that no one ever got to see. When it was just the two of you, she was incredibly sweet. She acted differently around just her bandmates or any close friends, too, but with you it was completely different. It was like she kept this sweetness persona just for you, and everyone knew that.

On this particular day, you were watching her during a soundcheck for the show she had that night. She was laughing at something one of her bandmates before flipping him off.

“I’m going to smash your guitar over your head,” she said through her laughter.

“Do it, you’ll be the one paying for a new guitar!” Ben responded, a playful tone in his voice as well.

“Don’t smash his guitar, it’s really pretty,” you commented from your spot back stage. “Give it to me instead, it’ll hurt him even more.”

Taylor smiled at you over her shoulder before turning back to Ben. “They’re right. Give me the guitar, it’s theirs now.”

She extended her hand to him and took a step forward, causing Ben to clutch the guitar to his chest and back away. “No way, stay the fuck away from my guitar! Both of you!”

You all laughed before Taylor’s manager called out for them to run through the final song one last time and he’d call it for the day so the band could prepare for the show that night. The run through went very smoothly, of course, and soon enough they were packing away their instruments and leaving the stage.

The minute she approached you, Taylor wrapped her arms around you and kissed you deeply. You giggled as she leaned so closely into you that she nearly caused both of you to topple over.

“Get a room!” Jamie called as he walked past the two of you. Taylor glared at him before unlatching herself from you to jump on the bassist’s back.

The five of you went back to the hotel where you were all staying and decided to hang out in the bar in the lobby. There were various pool tables spread out across the bar, so you all decided to go to one and take turns playing.

You were sat back, watching the current game between Taylor and Ben, when Mark and Jamie sat down next to you.

“Are you sure you just want to spectate, (Y/N)?” Mark asked. “It’s no fun for me to keep winning and these losers to keep sucking.”

“Mark, you haven’t won a single game,” Ben pointed out before hitting the white ball. It shot quickly towards one of Ben’s solid colored balls, but didn’t hit it far enough for it to fall into the corner pocket like he had planned.

“Well, it’s all a matter of perspective,” Mark said with a shrug.

“I’m good,” you said before either of them could continue their bickering. “I’m not great at pool. I found that out the hard way when I tried to impress Taylor on one of our dates.”

You could see the smirk on Taylor’s face as she leaned over the table to hit the white ball. “You sent the cue ball flying off the table so many times.”

The three guys turned to look at you, shocked expressions on their faces.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I didn’t know how hard to hit the ball! My first few tries it barley moved, so then I tried to hit it a bit harder and it went flying off the table,” you defended. “There was no winning for me!”

The white ball rolled across the table and hit two of Taylor’s stripped balls, sending them in different directions and causing them both to roll into separate pockets. She smiled triumphantly before turning to you. She cupped your chin in her hand and leaned down to kiss you.

“It was a great effort,” she said. “I was impressed.”

You playfully glared at her and batted her hand away.

When her game with Ben was over (of course, she had won), Taylor announced she was going to grab a drink from the bar and walked away from the group. Mark got up to play next, as it had been decided the two losers would play against one another before the two winners played.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Taylor act the way she does around you,” Jamie commented beside you.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Oh, you definitely know what he means,” Ben said. “She doesn’t act the way she does with you with anyone else. It’s like she’s a whole different person with you.”

Obviously you knew she acted different around you, but the fact that it was so obvious to her bandmates, too, made you shuffle uncomfortably in your seat. “Is that...a bad thing?”

“No way!” “No!” “Not at all!” all three chorused together.

“Taylor has been in a few relationships,” Mark explained, “and the people she’s been with...they’ve been okay. Some great, some not so great. But she’s never acted so sweet and loving with any of them. It’s only you that she’s acted this way with.”

Your face was warming up again. “Really? I just kind of figured she was like this with anyone she liked romantically.”

Jamie shook his head. “Oh no, this isn’t like, sweet (Y/N). This is love.”

That was a word you and Taylor had yet to say to one another. You knew you loved Taylor, but you didn’t want to rush into saying the word and scare her off. It hadn’t even been a year yet, you figured it was too soon to say stuff like that. But to hear her bandmates imply that that was how she felt for you gave you a slight rush of courage.

“You really think so?” you asked.

“Oh, we know so,” Jamie said. “Taylor has had plenty of people she’s liked, but she acts totally different with you than she did with them. That can only mean that she feels more than just like for you.”

“Don’t think this is us trying to say something about the way you two act together,” Ben quickly added. “We just wanted to bring it up because it’s nice to see Taylor happy with someone. We’re glad to see her so happy with you.”

You smiled at them. “She makes me really happy, too.”

At that moment, Taylor returned with a drink in her hand. Ben and Mark quickly went back to their game while Jamie tried to act normal beside you. She looked around at the four of you with one eyebrow raised. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing,” you all said together.

Yeah, you thought, that totally wasn’t suspicious.

Taylor also looked like she didn’t believe you, but she hummed in response and took a seat next to you.

“Well, you missed me totally kicking Mark’s ass,” Ben said. He hit the white ball, which hit one of his stripped ones and one of Mark’s solid ones. Unfortunately for Ben, the hit caused Mark’s ball to go into the pocket and not his own.

“Thanks for the help, man!” Mark said as he bent over to line up his next shot. Ben used this opportunity to hit Mark over the ass with his pool stick, causing Mark to let out a shriek in response.

After another few games, you all went back to your respective hotel rooms so that the band could get ready for their show that night. Taylor was already in her make up and outfit that she planned to wear that night, so the two of you laid down on the hotel bed to watch something on TV together while you waited.

You kept thinking about the conversation you had with the guys earlier, and the confidence that their words had given you. You decided to take this opportunity of the two of you being alone to finally say the words you had been wanting to say for so long.

“Hey Taylor?”

She looked over at you, a small smile on her face. “Yeah?”

Your heart was hammering so loud that you could hardly hear her response. Your confidence was quickly dwindling, so you forced the words out of yourself before you could chicken out. “I love you.”

She seemed shocked at first, and you were starting to regret saying it.

But then she smiled, and then your face was in her hands, and then she was on top of you and kissing you deeply.

When she pulled away, you couldn’t help but smile back at her. “I’ll take that as you love me, too?”

“Of course I do,” she said. “I mean, shit, I love you too.”

Your heart was filled with happiness at hearing those words. You wanted to hear them again and and again for the rest of time. But for you, you settled on hearing her whisper them softly every now and then before having to go off to her show, and then getting to hear them again as you both drifted off to sleep that night.

#Taylor Momsen #taylor momsen imagine #taylor momsen x reader #the pretty reckless #the pretty reckless imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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minshookie · 3 years

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Petting Zoo.

Pairing | Stalker!Jungkook x reader

Genre | yandere,angst

Summary | “your secret admirer turned close friend wants to be more than just that, and he always gets his way.”

!warnings! | 18+ mature language, stalking , mentioned sexual acts, violence, sick pets, pet death...

| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)

Requested [closed for request] words: 2k.

A/N: another request done! I love taking a finishing request I just get so nervous in the end. Also trying something new. Any type of interaction is greatly appreciated! Edited, but please excuse errors. {should petting zoo be my first series?}

He knew you’d love it, you’ve always had a tender heart. The bunny coo’ed as he gently placed her into the plush box. He knew you were lonely, your roommate recently left you for her boyfriend, he knew fully that you were struggling. He’d push his ear against the wall to hear you two bicker in the deep hours of the night. He didn’t mind, he’d save you...but only if you let him.

Knowing your financial struggles, Jungkook went all out to make sure your bunny had the best even providing a months supply of food. He fully planned on this being the light of your month, you’d never stop thinking of him. He secured the new pet under one arm and the equipment under the other, he pushed his door open checking if the hall was clear. Of course, nice and clear just how he needed it, he slipped through the door with stealth leaving the gift in front of your door. With care he pulled the note card from his pocket perching it on top of the punctured box. Heavily he knocked before slipping inside his rightful apartment.

Leaning against the wall he listened for you to open your door. Finally when you did, it felt like his heart was attempting escape. Expertly he creeped to his door looking through it cracked ajar, he heard you read.

“I’m hopping mad for you, take me in as a friend, from your lover.” Fearfully you opened the whining box. In awe you gladly took in his gift, without a second thought. His heart fluttered he felt like floating in love, like in the cartoons hearts in his doe eyes.

Shutting the door he skipped to bed, exhausted his mind finally at ease, he finally has a shot with you! His heart was racing. He rolls onto his bead, head full of sweet thoughts of you, the plans he had for you. Closing his eyes he knew, this is only the beginning.

Overtime you’d grown fond of your new furry friend, inviting people over to meet your mysterious new fur ball of joy. With this new happiness and motivation, you started leaving your apartment more often. As a result Jungkook started seeing you a lot more and he loved it. He loved it so much that for some reason his schedule now aligned with yours almost perfectly.

You have a class? Oh so does he....would you like a ride? Time to head to work? How funny,him as well.....hop in!

Jungkook planned to be just what you needed, in a foreign place like this all you really needed was a honest friend. And he planned to be that and more. It isn’t hard to notice Jungkook loves it when you depend on him, you need him, your life would be in shambles without him. He knows it deep inside he believes it, but he knows you don’t. No worries for him though, you’ll see the truth soon...

Like any other day, like clockwork, Jungkook waited for you in front of your door like a royal guard. Today though he had plans for you, for days Jungkook perfected today’s schedule...big plans to tell you his feelings. Plans to pour his heart out to you, and to get yours poured to him, but something wasn’t sitting right.

you didn’t come on time, checking his watch like a mad man he paced in front of your door in anticipation. Your prolonged time inside threw off the agenda severely. Beside the settle irritation, he was worried something happened to you he was going insane. What if you left him? What if you died...what if someone kidnapped you?

Two seconds from ramming his fist against your door...Finally, while on the edge of his sanity your door creaked open. “Hey, running late today huh?” He looked your figure up and down. You weren’t dressed for the day, pajamas and Nikes weren’t your usual fashion choices.

“Oh, Kook it’s Bella she’s sick.” The whining animal sat curled into a ball inside of the pink carrier. Your voice floated to his ears, soft and worrisome. He crouched, looking into the dark cage. “Sick? Sick how?” He prodded his limber finger inside rubbing the frail animals head. “I-I don’t know she hasn’t been eating,her breathing is strange.” He could hear you on the verge of tears as he got up, slightly annoyed though he tried to hide it. “We’re late to class y/n maybe you should just leave her, she’ll be better later.” The way you batted your lashes told Jungkook he’d said something wrong. You griped the carrier locking your apartment door before begging to leave towards the elevator. “Wait Y/n where are you going?” You Kept walking carful not to rock the poor bunny too hard. “Kook, Bella is half dead and you want me to leave her? I’m taking her to the vet.”

He groaned coming closer as you waited for the aged elevator to reach you. “Yeah? Okay well wait for me I’ll take you.” The elevator stoped with a horrifying screech, you stepped in Jungkook was kicking your last nerve this morning. “I already had it planned for today.” He got closer barley missing the door, “Jin offered to take me.” The door closes quickly and you descend.

Jin? Did you say Jin? Like a angered child he almost stomped back to his apartment door. he threw his bag against it, crouching to search for his key inside. “If I knew she was going to bitch over the thing-” he cut himself off opening the door,kicking his bag inside. “ I bought the fucking bunny, who is he to take care of our bunny.”

He threw himself down onto his couch, unmotivated to go to class now, or do anything for that matter he decided to miss today, and maybe even tomorrow. He mentally facepalmed, of course Jungkook noticed you and the new older man downstairs getting closer. He didn’t think anything of it, until he saw him walking into your job when he came to pick you up. Handing you his cheap flowers and gifts whenever he’d see you around the building. Jungkook thought you were smarter than that, it made him fiery with anger thinking about him manipulating you. The only person that loved you was Him. How could you blow him off for some guy downstairs, some guy you didn’t even need.

He let his mind jump from one angering topic to another. Oh! And that fucking rabbit. Bella had been getting a lot of love from you recently, he didn’t mind he saw that pet as a connection between you two. But to suddenly you kick him to the side because the rodent refused to eat? From Bella to Jin, his head spun. He could feel his face heat up at the thought of Jin getting close to you in the car, touching you, playing with your hair. It made him sick, he could almost feel the bile in his throat. If it wasn’t for that walking ball of fur, you’d be in his car, getting touched and loved by him.

He sat up with a groan. “I’ll wait until she gets home.” He stood going to the kitchen grabbing a drink. “And I’ll talk to her, I’m sure she can explain, she’ll tell me the whole story.”

It seemed like decades before your laughter was heard coming into the hall. He’d been sitting facing his door, waiting for you, his hair disheveled his mind distraught. “Thanks Jin, talk to you later.” Your voice so sweet to him he felt himself physically react, oh how he missed you today. He heard the creak and slam of your door. What am I to say? Maybe I should ask about Bella? He got up fixing his appearance before leaving and turning to your door.

He cleared his throat before letting his knuckles beat against the hardwood. “Coming hold on!” He took a step back painfully waiting. Thankfully you arrived quicker than expected. “Hey Kookie.” You answer in hushed tones. “Hey, going to work today?” You shook your head “no, I called out on emergency.” He nodded hands in his pockets. “How’s Bella?” You looked behind yourself quickly, “Uhm, she’s a bit better just weak would you like to come see her actually?”

He nodded enthusiastically following you in, “sit down if you’d like.” You left him to go retrieve the sickly pet. He stood admiring the room, everything from the pictures to the decorative items resembled you, not only did it look like you but it smelt like you. Jungkook could swim in this scent all day.

“Here she is, a sleepy little one.” The soft hum coming from her sleeping figure earned endearment from you. Jungkook came closer rubbing her back softly. “So, why didn’t you ask me to take you this morning ?” You looked up from Bella. “I thought that you were gonna to be in class.” Your head tilted adorably. “Mm no, I’ll always wait for you.” He took Bella from your motherly arms. “Oh how sweet of you.”

“Hm So, since when have you been taking to Jin?” He looked at you inquisitively. “Jin? Eh Jin is... We’re...complicated, I’ve known him since I moved here he’s helped me quite a bit.” You answered keeping a loving gaze on Bella.

Jungkook felt himself grip the rabbit tighter he looked at you with furrowed brows. “Huh?” “I met him in a bar with my ex roommate, we’ve been talking since then.” You explained lightly trying to not hurt his feelings, of course you knew how Jungkook felt, and it wasn’t mutual.

You plopped onto the couch patting the cushions inviting him to sit. “He moved downstairs to be closer, he’s making a good effort but I’m not sure how I feel right now.” Sighing you toyed with your fingers, unaware of the grimace on Jungkook’s features.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he felt that he’d been lied to and he didn’t a appreciate that. “What do you think Koo, what should I do?” You asked, getting anxious at his sudden silence. He was upset and he was doing his best to hide it, with a sigh he sat next to you. “Don’t let him fuck up your mind y/n.” Confused you looked up to him, “we both know what you want.” You crossed your arms, curious. “What’s that?” Already being aggravated, he sighed deeply,letting the now awake rabbit escape onto the floor. “Me.” You were visibly taken aback by his unusual boldness.

“Uhm Jungkook.” Anxiously you rubbed the nape of your neck. “Y/n don’t pretend for Jin’s sake, I can hear you through the walls talking to friends about me.” Without noticing he started leaning towards you. “I’ve heard you in here being lewd with yourself, who was on your mind.” He could read the fear in your eyes, you grew uncomfortable at the personal information he was throwing at you. “Jungkook please wait-” “who was it?” You pushed a firm palm into his chest in attempts to get him away from you, the sweet dorky neighbor you’d befriended now lurking over you like a beast. “Who do you love y/n, c’mon?” “Kook-” “before you answer, know that I’ve always loved you it’ll never be complicated with me y/n you want better I can give you much be-” you pushed his muscular chest roughly to shut him up, your back now touching the arm of the couch. “I’m with Jin, Jungkook please leave I’m afraid.” A statement you thought would save you, turned to bite you right in the ass.

You could visibly see the anger play along his features, grimly he chuckled. “I’m not going any-fucking-where until you come to your senses.” He gripped the hand you had up against him. “Jungkook that hurts please I’m scared!” “You should be, how dare you use me, fucking whore I loved you!” He ran a finger over his lips, his emotions clashing harshly with each other. “I love you...but you probably let Jin fuck you silly, disgusting...but don’t worry you’ll learn.”

He proclaims pushing you to the floor, he rushes to slam and lock your apartment door. He turned and saw you clutching the coffee brown rabbit,sobbing. “Y-you fucking stepped on her Kook!” the whining of the pained animal began to creep onto his nerves. If that rodent wasn’t here you would’ve been going out with Jungkook today, and Jin wouldn’t stand a chance. He bent down pulling Bella from your clutch, with little to no struggle.

“You get what you want, and you run with it, you get what you want and you go snuggling under some other asshole huh?” He held the injured animal in a primal grip. Uncontrollable he’d held in his anger, his love,and his thoughts for far too long. “Kookie please...please...please no, l- I love you!” You desperately pleaded for your pets fragile life. “Never have I met a bitch that lies as much as you.” Coldly he responded, not appreciating your falsehood, he gripped Bella’s neck harshly putting the disturbed animal to death. “Jungkook!” You let out a shrill scream. “I bought her I can kick her to fucking curb if I want, go ask Jin for one, or did he lie and say he bought her.”

Silently all you could do is whimper and sob, the thud of Bella’s body made your throat constrict. His heavy steps near your quivering figure sending chills through you. “Say it like you mean it.” With no mental strength to look up, you collected yourself enough to speak. “I lo-ve you j-Jungkook.” He groaned. “Suck it up it was a fifty dollar animal, you’re pissing me off.” You’ve never heard him in this tone. “I love you so much, Kookie.” He gripped your chin forcing you to look at him. He pulled up his other hand slowly touching your face causing you to flinch. “Ah Ah don’t run.” He cleaned your glistening face.

“Now, tell me who we hate.” He looked into your eyes darkly. “J-Jin.” His once adorable smile, now made you want to vomit. “Good, and I’ll snap his puny neck if he gets in our way.” He brushed more tears from your features. Giving into his temptation he gripped the back of your neck, bringing his lips to yours before pulling back to whisper. “Now tell me, who were you thinking about during those lonely nights?” You shook swallowing thickly “and you better not lie.” Closing your eyes in defeat, warm tears spilled from you like a fountain. “You Jungkook.” Pleased he kissed you warmly, while you resisted the urge to react. “Keep being such a good girl, and I’ll get you a whole petting zoo of bunnies baby...would you like that?”

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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years

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One-shot: Y/n Is Spiderman(Andrew Garfield Version) and goes to Forks High School, and Is a loner, and orphan. The Cullens are curious, about him, because Edward can't read his mind because of his Spider-Sense, and Alice can't see his future. Also because his blood, and scent acts as an anchor to The Cullens to control their bloodlust which makes them appreciate him more, and're always near him in school so Jasper doesn't go outta control.

the amazing spider-man

twilight one shot

twilight & spider man crossover, male!reader x the cullens

no warnings really

your senses were in overdrive as you entered the small cafeteria. not just because you were now surrounded by hundreds of chatty teenagers, but because they were there.

the cullens has been on your radar for quite a long time. having fought vampires before, it was your nature to inspect them before they became a threat.

you had known that the cullen’s were a ‘special’ breed of vampires, choosing to only feed on animals than humans.

it was nobel act but still, you had to be cautious.

you took a seat at an empty table and gently set your lunch down. after months of attending forks high school, you still hadn’t made very many friends. instead, you preferred the silence of being alone.

you took a bite out of your sandwich and just as you did, you smelled them.

looking up, you saw the five unnatural creatures walking into the cafeteria like they owned the place. the blonde, rosalie, was scowling at all the people that gawked at her. the burly brunette, emmett, had an arm around her protectivly. jasper, the one you knew had the most trouble controlling himself, was being reassured by his mate alice. and edward...well...he looked the most normal as he wore an expression that was downright miserable.

you noticed them the second they entered the cafeteria. your senses tingled, warning you of danger. but they didn’t seem to notice you though, at least not yet. it would be a couple seconds before edward realized that he couldn’t read your mind, and that your blood was calling out to them in a way different than everybody else’s.

you slumped back into your seat as the curious vampires turned to you. with your hearing, you knew that they were talking about you.

“do you guys smell that?” emmett asked his siblings, nodding his head in your general direction so fast you almost missed it.

“it’s coming him,” edward hissed, motioning towards you. “i can’t read his mind.”

“and i can’t see his future, either,” alice said worriedly.

“do you suppose he’s something supernatural, too?” jasper asked.

“not likely. just a really rare human,” rosalie said.

you almost smirked. oh, if only they knew.

shaking your head, you leaned back into your seat. you had biology with edward and jasper next. you’d learn more about them there, but for now, you enjoyed your lunch and let them speculate over who exactly you were.

the classroom filled up quickly.

and you were late, no thanks to flash thompson, a boy that seemed to have it out for you ever since you arrived.

he had tripped you in the hallway, and because of this you weren’t able to get a good seat.

you were hoping to be somewhere near the cullens, but by the time you had arrived they had already stolen your table in the back.

you scowled as you had to sit in a middle row, next to a clumsy girl named bella. you hated that you were so exposed, but luckily bella was just as antisocial as you were.

she made no move to talk or even want to acknowledge your presence during the whole class. the only time she had to speak to you was during the lab you guys were working on, and it was because she asked for a bandaid.

“papercut,” she whispered, her cheeks turning red at your expression.

you looked horrified, but it wasn’t because of her.

it was because you currently had two vampires behind you, knowing that at least one of them could barley control themselves.

you froze up, your instincts kicking in just in case you needed to stop them.

but...you dared to take a peak back at the cullens.

you didn’t know what you expected — maybe them staring at bella with dark eyes with their fangs bared or something — but in reality, it was none of that.

both edward and jasper seemed to be in complete control, not even phased by the human girl’s blood. in fact, as far as you could see their eyes were still as gold as honey.

they weren’t even looking at bella.

but that was because they had their attention on someone else.

someone who’s scent seemed to cancel out everything else in the room.

you.

the confrontation came shortly after school that day.

because you were an orphan and lived by yourself, you had the pleasure of walking yourself home.

only, that’s not quite what happened.

for some reason, you decided to walk through the forest that day and use your webs to swing around. it was honestly your favorite thing to do. there was nothing more liberating than swinging above the tallest trees, and saying hi to the birds that flew in the sky.

you had just made your way past a river and was pertched in a tree when you saw them.

or rather, your senses alerted you of their presence and a second later, they were there.

all seven cullens seemed to be gathered at the base of your tree. it shocked you, and you began wondering why in the hell they were there. you tried to hide but you knew it was no use, they could smell you.

“hello there! do you mind coming down? my family and i would like to talk to you,” carlisle, the leader of the group who you knew to be a doctor and had the most control, spoke.

his golden eyes held kindness and he held his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat. the others simply stared at you curiously.

“and how do i know you’re not being genuine?” you called back down to them, hanging onto the tree. “i’ve met your kind before. most if not all want to kill me.”

“we’re different,” a woman, esme, spoke up. “but i’m sure you already know that. because you’re different, too, right? you’re not human.”

“partially,” you found yourself correcting. “i had an...accident a few years ago. now i am what i am.”

“please, just come down. we can talk about this in a more comfortable setting,” carlisle said.

you found yourself hesitant for a moment. sure, their eyes were golden but they were still vampires, right?

but then again...if they wanted to kill you they wouldn’t have entertained you for that long. despite living forever, vampires had no patience when it came to a meal.

“...fine...,” you reluctantly agreed and got your webs ready, “i’m coming down.”

the forks breeze whipped at your face as you latched your webs onto a tree and swung down. the cullens looked absolutely amazed as you landed in front of them, unharmed.

“how did you do that?” emmett wasted no time in asking. he sounded beyond excited.

you almost smiled. “long story. i was bitten by a spider and now i have all the capabilities except i’m human,” you explained.

“fascinating,” edward whispered. “is that why i can’t read your mind?”

“or why i can’t see your future?” alice piped up.

“probably,” you merely shrugged. “but i can’t be for sure. i don’t really know much on vampires, except how to kill them.”

the family looked stunned at your revelation.

“why are you here?” rosalie asked cautiously, her body language changing to protect her family. “what do you want with us?”

“what i want with all vampires,” you told them. “i don’t wanna hurt you but i will if you hurt any humans.”

“jasper told us that you prevented that, though,” carlisle spoke up. “around your blood...he wasn’t even phased.”

“it was like everything else cancelled out,” jasper confessed. “this girl...she had a paper cut but it didn’t even bother me.”

“and it was because of him?” rosalie asked astonished.

you blushed slightly as they all turned to you.

“didn’t know i had that effect,” you muttered.

“would you be willing to talk more?” carlisle asked. “my family and i, we live not too far from here. perhaps we can talk more and see if maybe, you could help us.”

“help you? you mean like with your thirst?” you asked.

“precisely. if you can stop jasper...” edward shook his head. “i heard his thoughts. isabella is alive because of you. if we can find out more, then maybe...”

“maybe we could have a real shot at not thirsting for human blood anymore,” rosalie said.

the meeting with cullens had been strange, to say the least. but it was also nothing short of fascinating.

it took you a while to open up, but after discovering that your blood was somewhat of an anchor to them you found yourself actually wanting to help the cullens.

they weren’t bad people. and if they all had a choice, they wouldn’t be what they were.

you knew jasper especially had regrets about being a vampire. he had a hard time controlling himself around humans after decades of drinking their blood.

but now, you had decided to come to an agreement with them.

if they helped you hunt rouge vampires that were feeding on humans, then you’d stick around and help them control their thirst.

that was precisely why, a week later, the whole cafeteria stared as you walked in with them side-by-side.

for once, jasper didn’t look tortured as he walked passed the array of humans. alice didn’t have to search the future constantly wondering if he’d hurt anybody.

rosalie and emmett were over the moon at the possibly that you could help them adopt a baby since their thirst was under control.

and edward...well...

he still looked miserable, but you supposed you couldn’t help everyone. besides, it wasn’t because he had to endure thoughts coming from a room full of teenagers.

it was because, for some reason, he still thirsted for isabella swan.

but that was a story for another day.

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A Bittersweet Miracle

BokutoxBlackFem!reader

3rd person POV

Cw:Angst fluff, slightly mature, mentions of pregnancy, college!Au

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"Well what does it say?" Akaashi asked curiously craning his neck a bit to try to glance at the plastic stick set in y/n's hand.

Y/n looked away biting her lip as she blindly handed him the pregnancy test.

"Two lines means positive right?" The older male asked as y/n stayed silent nodding her head as she kept her gaze fixated on the brown wooden floors of her kitchen.

A soft smile graced Akaashis face as he walked over to y/n leaning down a bit.he poked her cheek lightly as she puffed her cheeks out, desperately trying To keep her gaze on the ground only for her to crack a small smile at Akaashi's constant poking.

"There she is" Akaashi smiled pulling y/n into a warm embrace. Y/n sighed into the hug as Akaashi pulled away.

"I'm gonna be a god father" Akaashi said happily as y/n laughed.

"Mhmn you are" she smiled.

Akaashi pulled away from y/n as he looked at her for a while as he lifted an eyebrow.

"You don't seem too happy?" Akaashi said as y/n shook her head.

"I am...m'not sure how I'm really supposed to react though..I mean I cried when I found out I was so happy.......but my kid is going to grow up fatherless so I'm kinda ya know...out of it" y/n spoke truthfully as Akaashi nodded.

"You going to tell him?" Akaashi asked as he began to grab pot and pans from the cabinets, probably about to make a celebratory meal for the mother to be and the others planning to come over.

"Don't know. Part of me wants to the other part of me doesn't" y/n said sitting on the island stool as Akaashi hummed looking at her.

"Y/n you guys were together for more than a year and a half...not to mention you guys lived together for most of your college career.....He deserves to know" Akaashi spoke out as y/n bit her lip looking down.

"I know...but,we broke up for a reason" y/n said as Akaashi clicked his tongue looking at the younger girl.

"You mean you broke up with him" Akaashi said putting an emphasis on you as y/n waved Akaashi off.

"It was mutual" y/n said rubbing her stomach softly smiling. Akaashi put down the wooden spoon he had been holding as he walked over to the island y/n was sitting at.

He leaned on the island as he looked at y/n intently.

"Bokuto never wanted to break up it wasn't mutual" Akaashi said sternly as y/n bit her lip looking away.

Kotaro Bokuto. The love of y/n's life that just so happened to be her ex. The pair had know each other for years, their history together going back all the way to middle school. They had always been attracted to each other, no doubt about it.

The cute smiles they gave each other during gym, or the extra chocolates teddy bears they'd give one another on Valentine's Day, the way y/n would wear his jersey to games, it was honestly all too obvious.

Once their 3rd year hit, their attraction to each other grew almost unbearable leading to the faithful Halloween night the two hooked up in the closet of their friends kuroos house.

Wasn't the ideal place considering the two teens got caught by a group of 5 pestering boys from differing schools, they just So happen to call friends, just as they reached their climaxes. The two never being able to live down the embarrassing ordeal and a rule set in place by the one and only tetsuro kuroo,stating that the pair had to be no closer than 8 feet away from each other in his house.

Clearly that rule was broken a few times, but what doesn't kill kuroo will only make him..make him...who knows honestly.Besides the point by some miraculous twisted miracle the close knit friend group ended up going to the same college together.

Their living arrangements was an interesting one. Of course all of the boys wanted y/n to live with them, they were all like a horde of bodyguards, it could be quite annoying at times having a group of guys tell an adult woman to go put on sweats in 100 degree heat instead of wearing shorts,but that's what you get when you surround yourself with a bunch of guys who were like brothers.

None of the boys wanted y/n to live alone, especially with a roommate. They hated the idea of her spending all of her time with someone she barley knew(mainly oikawa). Which is how they came up with the idea of pairing Bokuto and y/n to live together.

Was it the best idea to pair up two people who had clear sexual history and extreme feelings for each other? Maybe not. Did it happen? Of course it did considering who the boys were and how they wanted to play match maker.

The living arrangement lead to some interesting encounters. Eventually the two finally got together. It wasn't easy considering y/n was very stubborn and Bokuto was just too shy(ironic right?) to admit his feelings towards the younger girl.

Their personalities were an interesting pair.

Y/n was more on the introverted side, never really showed her emotions and kept to herself for the most part. Sarcasm was a second language to her, there was never a moment she didn't have someone rolling in laughter due to her quick wittedness or outright weird behavior.

Bokuto on the other hand was quite different. A clear extrovert who never failed to brighten up the room. His bright character was always a joy to be around, never quite knowing what he'd say or do leaving a kind of mysterious and almost mischievous aura about himself.Much like y/n he kept his emotions to himself and hid how he really felt, which proved catastrophic or their relationship.

The two loved each other so much it was kind of sickening to be around. The constant loving stares of sneaky kisses caused the other to normally cringe or throw pillows at the pair telling them to get a room. But much like the great sonatas of masterminds like Beethoven or Mozart, the beautiful pairs relationship,had a grand crescendo and a beautifully haunting decrescendo.

They were just bad at relationships. Mainly due to the lack of emotions between the two, and by that I mean the hiding of emotions. Their communication skills were way off, neither one of them knowing how to confront the other when they seemed to be at rock bottom which caused a huge rift in their relationship.

"Bokuto we need to stop seeing each other....we b-broke up a month a-ago"y/n whimper out softly as Bokuto continued to place light kisses along her neck.

Bokuto squeezed her waist tightly pushing her deeper into the wall as he pulled away from her neck meeting her eyes.

His eyes were glossed over, lust and sadness swimming through the cesspools of his golden irises as he breathed heavily.

A frown sat on his face as he shook his head, his slightly fallen hair tickling y/n's forehead. Y/n always thought his hair suited him so well. He looked so wild and young it made her knees buckle a bit.

".....just...let me have this..." Bokuto whispered against y/n's lips. That's all it took for y/n to attack Bokutos lips earning a small moan of admiration from him as he swiftly picked her up bringing her into their once shared bedroom.

The room was dark causing y/n's vision to completely cancel out making her hyper aware of her surroundings. Bokuto gently placed her on the bed kissing her cheek softly.

Y/n scrunched her eyes in confusion as she felt tiny droplets of water hit her face. She gently wiped her face as she tried to figure out the source of the water.

The moonlight from the night sky shined brightly into the room, as y/n fixated her eyes on the male hovering above her.

Bokuto had his eyes closed tightly as tears ran down his face continuously. He held a pained expression on his face as he visibly began to shake, his breathing speeding up as he sobbed quietly causing y/n to freeze all her actions.

Bokuto opened his eyes looking down at the girl beneath him. She looked at bit concerned mouth slightly agape,but more so shocked as tears hit her face from above. The pained look on Bokutos face caused y/n to well up with tears as well as the pair stared at eachother tears rolling down their faces.

They couldn't tell you what it was that caused them to do this, but their lips collided once again as their tears and lips synched together in perfect harmony as clothes began to be discarded at an unholy speed.

Bokuto leaned up as he caresses y/n's face softly, tears rolling down both of their faces as he smiled weakly, knowing this would be the last time the two ever got to experience the touch of each other in such an intimate and close way.with that Bokuto began to cry harder as he looked down at the love of his life.

"I love you" he whispered as he silenced both his and y/n's sobs with a kiss that set the mood for the entirety of the night. Slow, passionate and heartbreaking.

That's faithful night was two months ago. Y/n only finding out about her sudden pregnancy a month after their encounter.

"....we needed to break up..what happened happened" y/n said shrugging as Akaashi sighed running a hand down his face.

"What happened is that you broke up with him because for whatever reason the two of you couldn't talk your feelings out like adults. And like a love sick little puppy Bokuto agreed because he'd do anything to make you happy.you guys broke up but continued to sleep around to try to fulfill the heavy feelings you two still obviously have for each other and now you're pregnant with your ex's kid" Akaashi said truthfully as y/n frowned.

"Jesus next time sugar coat it a bit will ya?"

Y/n said standing up going over to the pot that was currently on the stove boiling noodles.

Akaashi swiftly pushed y/n away as he looked at her.

"How long have you known ?" Akaashi asked as y/n leaned back onto the kitchen counter.

"A month..I didn't show symptoms right away, that is until I missed my period and started throwing up in the middle of the night." Y/n said as Akaashi looked at her then her stomach before placing a hand on her stomach gently.

"Are you now just starting to show?" Akaashi asked as y/n nodded lifting up her shirt a bit.

"You can barley tell it just looks like I'm bloated" y/n said making a face as the sound her front door suddenly opening caught the twos attention.

"Akaashi? Y/n?" A voice said as y/n peeked her head around the coroner. She smiled bright seeing kuroo and konoha at the door taking their shoes off.

"I'm the kitchen" y/n said as she hopped on the counter. Footsteps were heard as the two men appeared in the kitchen.

"I can never understand how your kitchen looks so clean all the time. It's like you never cook in here" konoha said as he made a face lifting up the top of the pot that the noodles were boiling in, only for him to get slapped in the head by Akaashi, earning a loud ouch from the younger male.

"It's called cleaning aki" y/n hummed as kuroo walked over to the group of adults.

"Akaashis cooking....so whats the occasion?" kuroo said propping an elbow up on the island looking at y/n as konoha nodded.

"Yeah last time Akaashi cooked was when he bought those ugly ass sugar gliders home from the pet store" konoha said making a face as Akaashi turned around kicking konoha in the shin causing y/n and kuroo to laugh.

"You not bout to sit here and disrespect them in my face. You better be glad we in y/n's house or else I would've kick yo ugly ass" Akaashi sneered as konoha flicked him off.

Y/n grabbed the pregnancy test from off the the counter as she held it up.

"I'm pregnant" y/n said smiling handing kuroo the test as both boys stared at the test wide eyed.

"Seriously?!" konoha shouted as y/n nodded. He quickly picked her up squeezing her tight as he hugged her.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" kuroo yelled grabbing y/n from konoha as he hugged her tight.

Y/n laughed as konoha hid his face in his hands as he began to cry.He tetsuro, atsumu and oikawa were all such cry babies . Y/n laughed a bit already knowing how overdramatic atsumu and oikawa would be once they found out about the pregnancy.

"I can't believe this" konoha said smiling widely as y/n laughed.

"Y'all are both so overdramatic" y/n laughed as kuroo began dancing around the apartment.

"Overdramatic?! That's my god child you're talking about!" kuroo scolded as he walked up to y/n hugging her once again.

konoha sniffed a bit as he looked at

y/n,realization hitting him like a truck as he stopped crying looking At y/n intently, before sighing a bit laying his head on y/n's shoulder.

"Y/n....it's Bokutos isn't it?" He asked wiping his tears as y/n sighed. A small smile on her face as she looked at the boys sadly.

"Yeah..it is.."

A/N: I hope y’all like this🧍🏾‍♀️FIRST TIME KINDA NERVOUS🤪

#anime x black!reader #haikyuu!! x black reader #black reader #haikyuu!! x poc! reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kur0m1.writes

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