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alchemie-tarot · 1 year

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A Love Letter For You

Happy Valentine’s Day! The soft romantic in me has been waiting for such an opportune time 💌🌹💐🍫 For all my champions of self-love out there, focusing on themselves, I just want to remind you that you can go on your healing journey and still have someone special in your life. Doesn’t have to be romance. Any kind of love boils down to connection.

Feel free to choose a pile/s that calls out to you. Some details may not resonate since this is a general reading. As always, nothing is set in stone, so please don’t take it too seriously. Go on, love. 💝

Note: I take way too many pictures of flowers I see on trips.

Pile 1

The Lovers (back of the deck), 2 of Wands, The Empress, The Tower

Okay, WOW, what cards to begin with for a love letter! Big time SOULMATE energy. The Lovers already peeked at me twice before I officially started to shuffle. Whoever this is, they want to reach out to you badly. Bonus: my neighbors started to sing Valentine by Jim Brickman on karaoke while I was interpreting. PLEASEEE.)

“My love,

You are so beautiful to me. The moment our eyes meet, I can’t help but see stars in the best way– I am struck with an overflowing affection for you. Your gaze draws me in and humbles me at the same time. I love looking at you, at your face and your body. I like taking in every single inch of you, filling my vision with only you. Being with you inspires me. You’re radiant and you have so much going on for you. You can make me appreciate any small, insignificant thing about our world.

You may have felt some distance between us as of late. I do not mean to stay away from you– in fact, I want to be closer to you, but taking a step back is my way of looking at things clearly and objectively. The truth is, my feelings for you are so strong, it terrifies me. I want to sweep you off your feet. That is why right now, I am gathering my confidence and coming up with a plan to impress you. It may sound corny, but I really want to shake your world, the same way you have to mine.

You’re my queen / king. My all-or-nothing. You and I have so much potential, my love. I apologize if I appear indecisive to you. There are things about myself I need to conquer first before I can fully offer myself to you. I don’t want anything false to stand in the way– I want to unite with you in the barest of both our truths so that we can stand the test of time.

I will make my choice soon, and I will let you know. I hope you can wait for me.

Your soulmate”

Pile 2

The Sun (back of the deck), 10 of Cups, Knight of Cups, 4 of Swords

Honestly, can it get any more romantic than this? Pile 2, this letter is from your happy pill. I feel that this is the pile for those who have gotten together recently–honeymoon vibes. For a few, you could already be engaged to this person, actually, or someone you’re in a warm and stable long-term relationship with. The emotions are strong without a doubt. Lovely intuitive energy.

“Darling,

The sun has never shone so brightly than when we’re together. I began to see and appreciate the world once you have stepped into it and made it colorful with your sheer presence. Honestly, I feel like a child, seeing everything with fresh eyes. I’m convinced that you’re the other half of my heart that completes me, at the same time you make me see myself as my own kind of whole, like I’m invincible. I picture paradise with your face and beautiful eyes in my mind.

Romancing you is my favorite thing to do. Whoever said that chivalry is dead? I admit, I’m not usually one to get out of my way to make moves, until you. The garden of my imagination grows whenever I think of ways to make you laugh. It’s a wonder that you give me feelings I’ve never had before, yet these emotions flow surely, delicately, in a river that only leads to you.

Now, however, my dear, I feel that we should not rush and slow down a little. As much as I want to be in everlasting bliss with you, I feel that we should be careful not to get carried away. It’s important that we’re grounded and not overwhelmed. I don’t mind having a little quiet, so this is my way of sitting with you and holding your hand in the absence of words between us.

I hope you always remember that you’re the love and light of my life. I’ll never leave you alone.

Your person”

Pile 3

The Fool (back of the deck), Death, The Chariot, The Hierophant

Hey there, Pile 3. This person has a spontaneous and easily excited energy. Your relationship seems to be in a kind of transition right now, one that is uncomfortable and maybe even painful (I’m sorry to hear that. Hang in there). What I can say is, they’re quite focused on you right now, though they are working on themselves. Above all, they just want to be on the same page as you.

“Sweetheart,

I know I haven’t been the most reliable person lately. I am a self-proclaimed fool who gets bright-eyed at shiny things that catch my attention. Do you know that you’re the first person who’s made me feel like this? I’m suddenly aware of how fickle I can be. This feeling of innocence can only be so sweet until I get my head down from the sky and see the reality that my behavior was already pushing you away from me.

I’m so sorry. I want to change and do right by you– show you action that is truly aligned with my honest intentions for you. You illuminated my faults that I now want to mature and be wiser from. I want to be worthy of holding your heart. I know that between us, we’re not really in the best place right now, but you know… I don’t need the rest of those shiny things. You’re the one I want. I think you and I are meant to be.

I want to reconcile our differences and finally release the past that doesn’t have to dictate our future. Commitment is not an easy road, I know, especially for someone with a nature like mine, but I hope you believe me when I say that I do want the real deal with you, everything. And I hope you will still accept me despite me being rough around the edges.

From, Me”

Pile 4

Judgment (back of the deck), Queen of Cups Rx, Queen of Pentacles, 7 of Cups Rx

You seem to have quite a deep bond with this person, Pile 4. A lot of emotions between you, too. I feel that they welcome it, the reflections and awakenings, but they feel overwhelmed about it right now. There’s a prominent feeling of being under a magnifying glass.

“My dear,

Of all the people in my life, it is you who always sees through me, as if I am made of glass. The more I spend time with you, the more I discover things about myself, both good and bad. You’re a force to be reckoned with.

It’s made me kind of awake, and vigilant somehow, but sometimes to the point where I’m walking on eggshells. I know you mean well, and you may not be even entirely aware of your effect on me, but it has taken a toll on my emotions. It pushed me to be more conscious than I should be– I don’t want to be dependent on you like that.

You push me to be a better person and I’m more than grateful for your inspiring presence in my life, but I would like us to return to a more stable ground– one that won’t ask for too much too soon. Let us slow down for a bit, my dear, so we can tackle the bumps along the road one at a time, instead of rushing into a rocky path. I don’t believe our relationship has to have us constantly catching up to one another, but to have us patiently grounding ourselves until we see eye-to-eye, without rose-colored glasses.

I love you. I hope you will be able to accept me not just for who I could be but for who I am right now, in front of you.

Your love”

Pile 5

Knight of Swords (back of the deck), Queen of Swords, 9 of Swords, 6 of Pentacles, 3 of Cups, 10 of Swords

This is from a sharp and driven person, Pile 5. With all these Swords, I believe you have an intellectual relationship with them. A lot of your conversations stimulate you both mentally and you can’t seem to stop talking to each other for real. It’s giving me the trope of two people from a debate club who keep riling each other up. They think very highly of you. You’re also on their mind on loop.

“Hey (your name),

Our banter is one-of-a-kind. It’s always kind of fun talking to you, wanting to know what you think about something or another. Our opinions may clash sometimes but I can’t help but respect you anyway because you’ve never been one to back down. Hell, I always want to impress you. Replaying our conversations in my head keeps me up at night.

I don’t think you see what I genuinely think of you, though. On the outside I may seem cold, but it’s a double-edged sword. I probably worry more about what you really think of me than I should. A lot goes on inside me than I show whenever we interact. Being playfully savage with each other is kind of our thing, but there are some things I take to heart. I’m not even sure how much you meant it, or if this is really just something my mind does now with the way you’re affecting me. It hurts sometimes, you know.

Deep down, I long for you to feel the same admiration for me as I do for you. I want to be seen as an equal by someone so stable, strong-willed and has so much to give like you do. I’m not the only one who wants a taste of you and it’s plain to see why. Most of all, if you permit, I would like to be more than friends with you.

I’m still gonna try to burn the hell out of your argument, though.

From, (their name)”

Pile 6

4 of Cups (back of the deck), 2 of Pentacles, Strength, 7 of Pentacles, The Magician

Oh my, this is someone you wouldn’t have guessed is holding a torch for you! A secret admirer of sorts. They’re very lowkey but seem to be popular in their own way from other people, receiving offers that they only turn down or even pretend not to see. They’re not making any kind of moves but let me tell you, Pile 6, they’re trying really hard not to slip around you. (How sweet! They’re also learning to manifest because of you!)

“Dear (your name),

You may see me as unbothered but really, all it takes is one move. One look, one smile from you, one second to hear your laugh. I thought I had a pretty strong facade, but I have a hard time focusing when you’re near. You may see me for who I really am, a big softie for you, and I’m just not ready for that yet.

You’re so different from me, yet I can see similarities between us. You’re larger than life but I don’t see you making a big deal about it; you’re just… who you are, and you’re amazing. Balanced. Humble. You know when to step forward and when to step back. How do you do it? How do you have all the energy for that– rather, how do you control that energy? As for me, I know I focus way too much trying not to be seen.

I want to get to know you, and I dare say I want to get close to you. I don’t find coming out of my shell easy at all, especially around you, but I believe you’re worth it. I know it takes a lot of time and effort, considering the way I am right now. I’ll keep working on it, I’ll take it one day at a time if I have to. You empower me and make me realize my potential. I’ll do my best to get there. Then I’ll let you know.

Happy Valentine’s Day, From (their name)”

🌹💐🍫 🌹💐🍫

Thank you for taking the time to interact with my reading! I hope this has helped you in one way or another and hopefully sprinkled a little sweetness in your day. Take it easy and stay safe~💝

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entomjinx · 10 months

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Strawhat polycule (+Vivi and Law) HCs

I was asked for some on twitter and I popped off there, so here they are! I have a ton more but this is what I'm posting now. Feel free to add more in the replies/reblogs!

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-at first it was completely unspoken! No one called it a relationship or really talked about it, they just existed together

-(also Chopper is like. Collectively everyone's kid/little brother like figure so he is not a part of the poly, but he's definitely a part of the cuddle piles!)

-Zoro Luffy and Nami got together first. They were in that dinghy together for so long and they knew so much random bullshit about one another by the end of it. It's part of what absolutely crushed Nami when she left to go back to cocoyashi, because even though it'd never been said out loud, she'd come to care so much for those two, and she was starting to care so much for Usopp too.

-Usopp was pulled into a cuddle session on the deck of the Merry within two days of joining, and he'd never felt so safe and cared for. He's hesitant to join in without being directly invited each time until post water 7, but Luffy has no problem just dragging him in every time.

-Sanji was the second hardest to get to join the cuddle piles. It took at least a month, and Nami dragging him in herself. She stuck him right between her and Zoro, and well. While Sanji won't say it to his face, Zoro is very very comfy to lay on, and waking up being held by him and Nami made him feel so cared for.

-Robin takes the place of most difficult strawhat to snuggle- until post Enies Lobby. After all they went through, after realizing that's it's okay to want to to live again and to want things for herself? She will just go and sit against whoever is still at the moment to read.

-Jmbei and Franky are always down for the cuddles piles too. Franky will wrap blankets around his metal parts to make them more comfortable, and Jimbei is big a huggable always!

-Brook loves the cuddle pile tradition and any and all physical affection. He was alone for so long that he was dealing with touch starvation... he cried during that first crew cuddle pile... or he would have if he had eyes! Yohohohoho skull joke!

-Vivi! Vivi sits with Nami while she draws her maps! Nami helps do her hair in the morning!

-Vivi likes to sit in the kitchen with Sanji and tell him about dishes from Alabasta! He makes them as similar as possible without the needed ingredients, and when they get to Alabasta, those are some of the first things he buys.

-Zoro teaches Vivi knife tricks to use with her peacock slashers, and how to properly use weights to train with. She chews him out for pushing himself too much when he does things he told her never to do. She's one of the few people who can actually get him to rest.

-Usopp and Vivi share stories! Vivi tells him all about Alabastan myths so he can use them in the tall-tales and he tells her the stories of East blue, both exaggerated and non-exaggerated!

-Luffy teaches her how to throw a proper punch after watching her hurt her hand practicing. What she was doing was working, but it wasn't super sustainable.

-One Time she and Luffy have a conversation about ruling. She will be the queen of Alabasta, and he the pirate king, so it felt fitting to talk about it. Goa gets brought up, and Luffy tells her she'll be a much better queen than Goa's ruling family because her people will be free under her. Because she cares about them.

-leaving Vivi behind in Alabasta hurt them all so much. They sneak letters and denden calls back to her as often as possible.

-Zoro and Sanji still bicker like an old married couple and have their rivalry but they tend to sleep closer together than most. Zoro's a walking heater and Sanji gets cold in his sleep so.

-Sanji pays very close attention to everyone's favorite foods so he can make them as often as possible, but he also pays attention to their comfort foods so he can make them when they're feeling down.

-Zoro pretends he doesn't like sweets. He does, but if he eats them he HAS to brush his teeth after because the thought of his teeth weakening too much to hold a blade concerns him greatly.

-When Sanji notices, he starts making some dishes that taste sweet but have less sugar in them for Zoro.

-Makino used to buy Mikans all the way from cocoyashi, and when Luffy realized that Nami's Mikan Juice recipe is the one that Makino got from the person she bought mikans from, he got so excited. He gets so excited when Nami makes it.

-Nami and Zoro go out drinking with one another in ports all the time. Zoro watches her back while she cheats at cards, and he helps keep creepy guys away. Nami flirts with all the women who try to flirt with Zoro. He's bisexual as all hell, but sometimes women can be creepy too. They will challenge people to try and out drink them, and people loose that bet all the time.

-Once Nami realized just how into Fashiom Sanji was? Endgame. She drags him shopping with her all the time, and once she made him understand that he could be honest with her when it came to clothing instead of just complimenting her, it's phenomenal. He knows so much about different brands, how to spot fakes, and he's just as good at bargaining as she is.

-Robin steals maps from libraries for Nami to compare hers to, and then make better versions of. She returns them after, of course, but not without a copy Nami's notes neatly placed with them. Robin's also really good at finding places for Nami to sell her maps.

-Everyone finds out Zoro can sew pretty early on. He's constantly fixing tears in his clothing, and he eventually starts offering it to the others too. And if he can't fix it nearly, he'll embroider something over it to make it look like it's part of the design. He claims he learned because needles are just "tiny swords."

-Luffy and Zoro take naps together all the time. They're not allowed to go all out with sparing unless their on an uninhabited island though. They don't want to hurt the Merry or the Sunny too much.

-Luffy has taught Nami a couple bo staff tricks he learned from Ace and Sabo as a kid.

-Luffy LOVES to listen to all of them talk about things their passionate about. He may not understand it all, but he doesn't mind listening to the same things more than once or different explanations either.

-if someone talks about a problem near Franky and Usopp, it's solved within a day. They'll build something to fix it or help at the drop of a hat.

-once Nami learned that Zoro was good at math, she asked him to help keep track of all the finances.

-Luffy nuzzles them a bit like a feral animal sometimes. He grew up in the jungle, and you can take the boy out of the jungle, but not the jungle out of the boy.

-Luffy will sit in Usopp's lap while he tells stories if it's just the two of them. They fish together a lot too!

-Brook can play anything he's ever heard, so he collects everyone's favorite songs like pokemon.

-they have a board full of little things they've said to one another that they don't want to forget in the library. It has everything from compliments to cursed things to the completely random and mind blowing things their captain says once in a blue moon.

-Luffy kisses people's foreheads and cheeks to tell them good night. It's one of the best parts of everyone's nights.

-Sanji likes to kiss people's hands, especially if they have to be bandaged for any reason. He only did this with Nami, Robin, Vivi, and Chopper at first, but it quickly spread to Luffy and Usopp. He even does it for Franky, who can't feel his hands and will just remake them instead of bandaging them up.

-the first time someone did this back to Sanji (it was nothing more than a papercut), and it was Zoro. It flusters him so bad that everyone started grabbing his hands to kiss them just because they feel like it.

-there are very few occasions where Zoro sleeps in a way where his back isn't covered. It's almost always when one of them is injured and he's guarding them.

-Luffy loves to talk about bugs to Robin and Usopp, but the second Nami or Sanji come into the room he immediately stops because he knows they're afraid of bugs. Nami eventually tells him that hearing about them doesn't really spook her, and that there are some bugs she likes. The pollinators for her mikan trees, for example. The bees and the butterflies. So Luffy talks about those with her instead. Sanji's infinitely grateful that his captain doesn't mention the creepy crawlies to him.

-Franky and Usopp like to make little trinkets for people, and when they work together, the trinkets come out beautifully.

-Franky and Brook got into a pun war once. It lasted for days. They decided they were equals in tomfoolery because if they didn't they may have driven Nami mad.

-Robin and Sanji are the most verbal about complimenting the others. They work together to pull the others out of bad headspace's when necessary.

-Zoro convinces Usopp and Nami to do some exercises with him. They thought he'd push them the way he did himself at first, but he could never.

-Zoro is one of the biggest softies of the whole group. He just pretends he isn't. They all know this.

-After they all trauma dump at some point, Usopp makes sketches of the people they've lost, so that if they don't have any photographs, they can have this. They have all sobbed to Usopp after receiving one of these sketches.

-Usopp's room is full of drawings of the strawhats doing different things. Some of his favorites are of Nami picking mikans, Sanji teaching Chopper the steps to a dance in the kitchen, Brook playing violin in the moonlight, and Luffy asleep on the Sunny's figurehead.

-Franky had never considered letting anyone help fix and tamper with his insides until the Strawhats. But he feels so safe with them that he has no problem explaining how he works and what to do to upgrade the slots he has trouble reaching.

-Brook and Zoro spar against each other often. they start interweaving parts of one other's styles into their own as they learn them.

-They started acknowledging it all more post TS.

-one of the first things Luffy did was tell them all he loved them. One of the few things he regrets is not telling Ace that enough, and he's not gonna make that mistake again. It starts a chain reaction, and they all start say it out loud, some more than others.

-all the Strawhats knew Luffy had nightmares even before the skip. He never said anything about it, but he'd sneak to sleep with one of them even on non-cuddle pile nights. It's more noticeable post time skip. They don't ask.

-Sanji comes back with long hair and wearing heels, and no one questions it. Good for him. His kicks hurt more and they missed his food dearly. Nami and Robin now get to help him with his hair too!

-Brook adds most his earnings as Soul King to the treasury for the crew. He also came back with gifts from all over for all of them.

-Zoro learned even more stuff about sewing from Perona, and when he finally gets to fix something for Nami and Robin with an intricate design he learned, he looks so excited to be doing it. One of them snuck a photo and it's the first photo on the photo board they added beside the quote board.

-everyone loves to sit in the Galley and talk with Sanji while he cooks. Sometimes he'll sing if they're all quiet.

-Robin likes to play with people's hair when she's reading, and she likes to read aloud just as much.

-Sanji and Usopp cut and style everyone's hair.

-Jimbei is overwhelmed by how welcoming the Strawhats are before he's even officially joined them. He knows what to expect by the time he makes it to Wano though, and he's so excited.

-Luffy saw right through Law in Punk Hazard. He saw the same look in his eyes as he's seen in Robin and Ace and a lit of his crew. He felt in his gut that if he didn't help Law he wouldn't live past whatever he was planning.

-he knew that telling his crew that Law saved his life would mean them learning that he almost died, but it doesn't stop him from doing it.

-even with that information they're hesitant to trust Law at first, but they fold pretty quickly as they start to see the same thing Luffy did in his eyes.

-Chopper asks Law what happened after Marineford because he's Luffy doctor and feels like he should know... and Law tells him. Everyone else listens from around the corner, heartbroken to hear that after the canera's cut, Luffy's brother died taking a hit for him. That Luffy was so exhausted and full of poison that Law knew he had to have been tortured in some way. That the surgery to save him took everything he had. That Jimbei was the one to bring him back to his senses while he was upset.

-Law tells him about what he needs to know so bluntly... but he leaves out how Luffy's scream for his brother never left his mind, reminding him of the way he lost Corazon. He doesn't tell Chopper that Luffy tore some of his wounds back open as soon as he was awake, desperate to try and find his brother.

-they all keep very close eyes on Law to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid after that. If nothing else, they won't let the man who saved their captain's life die.

-Sanji sneaks more food onto Law's plate whenever he's not looking because there's no way he's eating enough.

-Zoro starts spars with him to keep him out of his head.

-Robin shares knowledge back and forth with him, debating on simple things to pass the time. She accidentally picks up on all the signs that he too, survived a genocide. A tiny mistake in covering his accent while he was mostly asleep is what gave her the final clue to which one.

-even though he tries to hide it, Law is fascinated by how Franky kept himself alive.

-Nami asks about how they navigate under the ocean, but Law doesn't have all the answers for her. He tells her she should ask Bepo when they all meet up, and Nami is the first to get him talking about his crew. He doesn't even notice everyone else listening at first, but his clear love for them is what chases away that last little bit of suspicion.

-when they realize Law is just a dork underneath the fake moody attitude, they ask as many questions as they can to get that side of him to come out.

-Law has to bite the inside of his cheeks to not laugh at Brook's puns when they catch him off guard

-Nami trades him rare coins for regular ones when she sees him looking, but if he already has it in his collection, he'll tell her how much it's worth to sell.

-Usopp and Franky build him little models of the Germa 66 comic characters. They sit on display in the Tang.

-Law finds some old music from Flevance, and he trusts Brook to copy it down when he can't.

-Luffy manages to pull the childishness that he thought died more than a decade ago right back out of him. He finds himself in so much ridiculous bs, but it feels so nice to just let go.

-Robin explains how weapons from different cultures work so Usopp can rebuild them with Franky!

-Robin absolutely lies about it sprinkling rain lightly to cover up the fact that Law sheds a few tears when Doflamingo goes down.

#strawhat pirates #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #strawhat poly #roanoa zoro #black leg sanji #nami one piece #usopp one piece #nico robin #franky one piece #soul king brook #first son of the sea jinbe #nefertari vivi #fluff

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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Thorin- 9 to 5

Number 33 from this post. Requested by @ohnonotnow

Thorin was grateful to find a tavern this far out of town, especially one so quiet. Traveling alone, although slightly more relaxing compared to having 12 other dwarves with him, did seem to make him more tired. It was probably because instead of having lots of his kin to focus on, it was just him and this thoughts.

Walking through the tavern there was only two older men in the corner quietly talking to themselves. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself as a dwarf in a human village would, he quietly sat down in the corner.

Not really caring when a maid would take his order, Thorin began to stare out of the window, looking at the blue sky and birds of the early afternoon. His quiet meditation however was quickly interrupted by the sound of the tavern doors slamming open and a yell from the kitchen.

“That better be y/n!” He heard a shout from the kitchen.

“Or what?! You’ll fire me? I told you ma was sick and that I’d be starting later today! Keep your petticoat on, I’m starting now.” Her voice quieted down as she got closer to the kitchen. Such an interaction left the two once quiet men to chuckle to each other.

Of course Thorin looked up to see what all the commotion was about. As the young lady he had gathered was ‘y/n’ came into view, his eyes could not leave her face or her form. As a new king Thorin was meant to be level headed and calm always, but this young lady made his heart and thoughts race.

Not only was she beautiful but she wasn’t afraid to give people a piece of her mind, and hearing how she was taking care of her mother and the way she joked with the two old men, it seemed she was caring too.

Thorin began to panic as said young lady began to walk towards him. Was he blushing? ‘Oh please don’t blush! Kings aren’t meant to blush!’ He thought to himself as she began to come over.

“Hello, sir. How can I help you today?” She beamed at him, small notepad and pencil in hand.

Now both looking into each others eyes he began to get a little nervous. Was he staring too long? Oh Mahal he was!

“Hon?” You gently asked.

“Oh, um, hem! I- just um- pint of ale and um a pie. Please. Thank you. Ahem.” He managed to awkwardly blurt out.

Luckily for him, his awkward display just seemed to make you sweetly giggle at him.

“A pint and a pie, the house favourite. I’ll be back with that as quick as I can.” She genuinely smiled at him as she walked away.

‘Don’t stare at her behind! Don’t stare at her behind!’ He mentally chastised himself as he forced his head to look out the window again.

It was fifteen minutes before you returned again. In that time Thorin had managed to get his kingly courage and confidence back, now determined to actually have a proper conversation with you.

“Here you are, hon. A pie and a pint. Enjoy.” You once again beamed at him.

“Ma’am!” Thorin quickly called before you were able to walk away.

“Yes?” You gently asked, standing beside him once again.

“Are you working all day?” He gently asked, almost afraid to raise his voice too much in case it would scare you away.

“Nine to five, five days a week. Had to come in at twelve today but that’s because my Ma is unwell. Why you ask?”

“I’m sorry to hear about your mother and I’m glad she has someone looking out for her. I won’t be in town very long today but perhaps if I were to come back another day I could treat you to a pie and a pint.” He asked you, his kingly confidence waning the longer he spoke.

“That sounds wonderful. The company I mean, not the meal. Don’t get me wrong it’s good food but when you’ve worked here for three years it gets a little tiring. I know a nice spot you could take me to and I’ll even bring my famous cherry pie.” You smile down at him, hand lightly grazing his shoulder.

“I look forward to it.” He says proudly, his confidence quickly returning.

“You know, every now and then a new traveler will come in here and flirt with me, offering me evenings a lot more crass then the one you offered. Usually I turn them down, even the lovely offers,” getting closer he could smell a sweet floral scent as you go close to his ear, “but it’s not every day a king takes interest in me.”

As you straighten up again you wink at his shocked face.

“Guess I’ll be keeping my eye out for a handsome dwarf king to come back into this tavern.” You slyly smirk at him as you walk off.

#Thorin #Thorin imagine #Thorin x reader #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin Oakenshield x reader #Thorin Oakenshield imagine #the hobbit #the hobbit imagine

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jimblejamblewritings · 11 months

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the fake date plot | part 2.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 4.7k

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James passed a note to you after you sat down for Transfiguration. It was the start of a drawing. You added a few details before passing it back to him. The two of you kept doing that the whole class. It wasn’t really to make people think anything but every little bit counted. You could feel his friends’ eyes on the two of you, burning holes into your back.

You supposed you would be confused too but it’s not like the story was unbelievable. You and James were class partners and talked every day until you became friends and then something more. But were you guys moving too fast as friends? You didn’t have time to think about that because class was ending and James stood up before turning back to look at you.

“Do you actually share a dorm with Lily, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas?”

“Yeah,” you said as you packed up your textbooks. “Why?”

You and James were now walking through the hallways together. He shook his head.

“No reason. They just mentioned it when I said I invited you to the party.”

“Sorry again that I couldn’t go.”

“Don’t mention it, not a problem. But you can make it up to me.”

“Oh no, how?”

“Ravenclaw’s having a party, come with the rest of us.”

“Ravenclaw?”

James raised an eyebrow as he answered you with a yes. He had sent you an owl yesterday evening to tell you the plan. You knew there was a party and you were going to say yes. Why were you suddenly acting like the entire plan didn’t exist?

“I don’t really know, Xeno is gon—”

“Y/N, stop.” James realized the problem. “We’re going to the party, you’re gonna show him how hot you are, and you’re going to be the baddest bitch at the party and make Xenophilius Lovegood want to show you how he loves good. Now say it with me.”

“That was a horrible pun.”

“Y/N, say it.”

James swung his school bag over his shoulder and went to grab your shoulders. He shook you a little before moving his hands to cup your face, squishing your cheeks a little. He chuckled softly at you looking like a chipmunk. You looked him up and down as best as you could. Seeing him away from a school desk, James was taller than you thought. He always seemed like a short king when you were just class partners. He gave you a pointed look. You took a deep breath.

“I’m going to be the baddest bitch at the party,” you whispered.

“More confidence.”

“I’m gonna be the baddest bitch at the party!”

“And?”

“I’m going to make Xenophilius Lovegood… realize I’m a bad bitch?”

“Good enough.”

You went your separate ways at the top of the staircase, you going to History and him going with his friends to Charms. James ignored the others, not even bothering to fill Wormtail in when he entered the classroom. He was thrown off script and didn’t know what to tell them that would help the plan. They just saw him try to help you figure out how to get with Xeno.

The other three weren’t focused on that. They were focused on James daring to call another girl hot in the public of the corridors. He was so head over heels for Lily that he would normally never dare someone misconstruing his words about another woman. You two must have been closer than they thought if he was willing to risk being overheard.

Of course they didn’t say anything when you waved to James at lunch before sitting with Alice and her roommates at the Hufflepuff table — sitting with James wasn’t supposed to start happening for another nine days.

They did, however, say something when James started leaving his dorm early. Remus set down his book when he saw James putting on his shoes.

“Mate, where are you going? The party isn’t for another two hours or so and you’re not dressed.”

“Y/N wanted help getting dressed.”

James ignored their laughing and went up to the girls’ dorm to find you. He knocked on your door only to be greeted by Marlene.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Hello, Marls. This is a new way of saying hi to me.”

“Well, we’re in the middle of getting ready so we don’t have time right now, James.”

“Is Y/N in there?”

“She’s in the shower.”

“Great. Are you all dressed? Can I come in?”

Marlene swung the door open in confusion. James made himself comfortable on the only empty bed, assuming it was yours. He noticed the room looked like the Marauders’ dorm. You must have suggested it to them. He stared at the ceiling while the other girls watched his every movement. They all piled onto Lily’s bed to just stare at him. He turned his head towards the bathroom door when your humming turned into full blown sing-screaming.

He looked at your nightstand, spotting a sewing machine and a book of patterns. James flipped through the book until you finally came out. You jumped when you opened the bathroom door. Still in your towel, you forgot you had asked James to help you get dressed. He sat up and immediately slapped his hand over his eyes.

“Give me your best outfit,” he said.

You went to your wardrobe and took out the outfit you had prepared. James took his hand away when you tapped him on the shoulder. You frowned when he didn’t clap. The boy in front of you shrugged.

“Is there a second outfit?”

You found something else only to barely step out of the bathroom before James shook his head. You kept finding outfits only for each to be rejected. Annoyed, you came back out in just a towel.

“None of your outfits say that you’re hot,” James reasoned.

“To you. What if Xeno likes it?”

“Well, actually, I liked the last five outfits. Look, I asked Wormtail to ask the Dueling Club guys he’s friends with to find out what catches Lovegood’s eye at a party.”

“You did?”

“You’re welcome. And while you dress absolutely adorable for you, you just look cute.”

“I don’t have anything else.”

James opened the bag he came in with, dumping it out on your bed. “Which is why I am your designer for the evening. So, go ahead. Pick something.”

You stared at all the clothes on the bed. James had a lot of random t-shirts and jeans. Very tight looking leather pants stood out the most. You were a bit curious what he could possibly do with those. You ended up putting on the pants, a Zonko’s t-shirt, and a hoodie. James clapped his hands before moving to your desk. He grabbed some white chalk and kneeled down in front of you.

“Question.”

“Answer.”

“Do you want it slutty on top or slutty on the bottom?”

“Um, I don’t really own any bras that make your cleavage nice.”

James nodded as he marked the clothes. “Hot pants it is. I am so happy you have a sewing machine by the way.”

He finished marking the spots on the fabric to cut before closing his eyes so you could take the clothes off and put a towel back around you. James moved to the sewing machine at your desk. You sat on your bed and watched him start cutting fabric.

“Wait. You know how to sew but you can’t mend a hole in a jumper?”

“Knits scare me.”

“When did you even learn to sew?”

“I’m an only child of elderly rich parents. I basically did everything with them when I was little… Here, is the hemming enough on the shorts or do you need the waist altered?”

You laughed as you zipped them up. “You can see cheek!”

“That’s kind of the point,” he said, turning around to check the fit. He looked up at your roommates. “Ladies, do you want outfits? Lily?”

They stuttered through “no, thank you” as they just watched him, making note to definitely ask for an outfit later. You had to admit that James was a good wingman. He finished the outfit after what felt like forever to you but wasn’t very long at all.

Hesitantly, you put on the backless halter top made from the Zonko’s t-shirt and the leg warmers made from the hoodie sleeves. Your roommates made you blush with all the compliments they were throwing out as they found their own outfits.

“You are full of surprises, James Potter,” you said as you searched your trunk for the platform shoes he suggested you wear. “What else can you do?”

“Badminton, fencing, candy making, bowtruckle relocating, charm creating, bartending. Oh, I make an absolutely smashing saffron risotto. The trick is using gillywater instead of elf wine.”

“Interesting.”

James nodded as he took his own clothes into the bathroom to change. His outfit was much more understated, just jeans and a tank top. Over it was a thick corduroy button down that he left open with the sleeves rolled up because you told him you caught Lily staring at him at lunch when he had his uniform sleeves scrunched up past his elbow.

He walked to Ravenclaw with you and your roommates, figuring the rest of the marauders were already there. Before you could walk off to go find Alice somewhere in the sea of bodies, James grabbed your elbow. He leaned down right by your ear just in case someone overheard.

“Don’t forget, save me a dance towards the end of the night.”

“Got it.”

You patted him on the shoulder and went to go find your friend. Alice’s eyes widened when she saw you coming towards her. Heat rose to your face when she wolf-whistled. Your friend placed a bottle of gigglebeer in your hand. You took a swig, face scrunching up at the initial taste before a little laugh escaped you.

“Do you want to dance? I want to dance!”

You started jumping up and down to the music before receiving an actual answer. Another bottle was placed in your hands the moment you finished the first one. Your feet couldn’t handle the jumping in platform shoes anymore so you settled for swaying. You lost sight of Alice after twirling too much. Shrugging your shoulders, you tried to find your roommates or James.

You incessantly tapped on the back of some brunette that was taller than you. The man stopped talking to turn around. Your eyes went wide at seeing Xenophilius’ friend — Xeno was the person he had been speaking to.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else… Have you seen my roommates?” you yelled over the loud music.

Xeno eyed you up and down. You remembered what James said on the way to the party and turned around. While you pretended to look for your roommates, you gave your crush a view of your open back top and your leather shorts that had surely ridden up by now and exposed more cheek. A hand on your shoulder made you turn back around.

“I like your outfit,” Xeno said. Up close, you could see his face was flushed from the alcohol.

“Thank you! James made it for me.”

“Potter?”

“I don’t know any other Jameses.”

“Where is he now?”

You shrugged before pointing to his nearly empty drink. “Are you gonna finish that?”

“No, I’m not really a fan of Phoenix Sours. I’m gonna get a firewhiskey from the table.”

He handed you the drink. You were ready to dance again, happy that the music had picked back up. You grabbed Xeno by the bicep and tried to drag him to the middle of the room.

“Come dance with me!”

“Let me get a drink first.”

“Okay! I’m gonna dance!”

You watched him go to the drinks table but went to the middle of Ravenclaw’s common room. A large smile reached your face when you found the person you were originally looking for.

“Jamie! Oops, sorry, too loud. Jamie,” you said in an exaggerated whisper. “Hi, Lily.”

“Hello, tipsy,” she said. “James, I’ll let you know when the poker circle is finished or whatever we end up doing.”

“Sounds good,” he said before turning his attention on you. “Glad you remembered that dance.”

You both held each other’s free hand and just wiggled around for a little bit. You were on cloud nine from the gigglebeer. James spun you around so his chest was flush against your back. His hand rested on your waist as the two of you swayed and grinded to the rhythm. Checking to see where Xeno was, James angled the two of you to be in the man’s eyeline.

Your eyes were closing until your dance partner suddenly stopped. With a pout, you turned around to find out why. His friends and your roommates were standing there, inviting the two of you to the small circle in the corner of the common room playing a mixture of truth or dare, who’s most likely to, and go fish. Xenophilius’ group was there as well.

“Okay!”

You stumbled before actually making it to the circle. James steadied you. He turned you around to see your eyes half shut.

“Y/N, how much have you had to drink?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled with a shrug. “Like five?”

“Like five?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I love alcohol!”

James laughed. “Is this your first time drinking?”

“How’d you know?”

You shuddered before dropping your head on James’ chest. He began to take off his corduroy button down. You sighed in relief at the warm fabric covering your shoulders, letting your friend move your arms into the sleeves of the shirt.

“Alright, let’s get you someplace to lay down… Hey, guys, I think Y/N is done partying. I’m gonna take her back to Gryffindor.”

The others pouted because James could be the life of the party but said their goodbyes. You wiggled out of his hold to say goodnight to everyone. Your roommates laughed as you gave everyone in the circle a sloppy kiss on the cheek, including Xeno and his friends.

“Goodnight, everyone. I love you.”

“We love you too, Y/N.”

You stumbled once more. James stopped you. The party circle watched him kneel down to undo the straps on your platforms. James put the shoes in your hands, making you promise to hold on to them tightly. You nodded with the utmost seriousness. He turned around, still kneeling.

“Okay, get on.”

Clumsily, you did as he said. “Ooh, Jamie, you’re tall.”

“Yes, bug.”

“Jamie?”

“Yes, bug?”

“You’re very strong.”

He laughed as you left Ravenclaw. “I’d hope so, I am captain of the quidditch team. Plus, I’m the one who carries Moony’s sorry ass back through the castle.”

“Why do you have to carry Remus?”

“Um, he’s a lightweight like you.”

“I’m not a lightweight.”

“Do you know how much alcohol is in gigglebeer?”

“A lot.”

“Not nearly as much as you think. Like I said, lightweight.”

James was certain you fell asleep by the time he reached Gryffindor tower. Your head was slumped on his shoulder and you weren’t babbling anymore. He didn’t think letting you be alone in your room was a smart idea so he took the stairs on the right to go up to his dorm. You woke up when he set you down on the bathroom counter.

“Accio Y/N’s bathroom stuff.”

James started sorting through your stuff and you just looked at him. He organized everything in a row so he could get started helping you. James uncapped the tube of toothpaste to spread it on your toothbrush. You sighed as he ran the toothbrush under the running water of the faucet.

“Jamie, you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Not as pretty as Xeno.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone’s beating Xeno in your eyes. Open.”

You let him brush your teeth, looking him in the eye the entire time. James was careful as he washed your face. He made sure the foam cleanser didn’t get in your eye and that water from the towel didn’t drip all over you. He held you by the shoulders.

“Can you manage a shower by yourself?”

You took a breath. “No.”

“At least you’re honest,” he muttered. “Do you want my help or do you just want to change? Y/N, understand me. It means you will be naked in front of me.”

You nodded. “Help please.”

“Okay.” He looked at the shower. “You aren’t getting in that without an accident.”

James added the plug to the sink and let the water run until the basin was filled up. He told you, as he soaked a washcloth, that he was gonna help you wash the bottom half first and then the top half. James looked you in the eye, not moving his gaze from anywhere that wasn’t your face. He helped you into a pair of his briefs and his sweatpants before setting you back on the counter.

“What’s so funny?” he asked while passing the washcloth up and down your back.

“Most people stare at my boobs, Mary says they’re really nice.”

“I’m sure they are.” He helped put his quidditch sweatshirt on you. “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry I made you leave the party early,” you said once you popped your head out of the sweatshirt.

“None of that. I didn’t realize you never drank before. I would’ve taken you out to Hog’s Head first to know your limit.”

“But you were going to do something with Lily.”

“It was just a card game with everyone else, nothing even remotely romantic. We’re in the same friend group.”

“Oh, right.”

“You need sleep.”

James made sure you were actually in bed first before he went to take a shower and change. You snuggled into a pillow and listened to his singing. It was actually sweet sounding, very different from what you expected him to sound like.

He was shocked, as he exited the bathroom putting on his glasses, to see you were still up. He held up your wand, telling you he was putting it on his desk at the head of his bed so you could find it in the morning. Your hand shot out from underneath the comforter to grab his wrist.

“Don’t sleep on the floor. The carpet isn’t very soft.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. James set up a pillow barrier between the two of you and bid you goodnight. He set his glasses on the nightstand right next to him that blocked his face from the rest of the room. The two of you let the darkness lull you to sleep.

The other marauders came in a little after midnight. They were going to ask James if he successfully got you to your room but the lights were off and their friend was already asleep. They’d annoy him in the morning.

Peter was the first one up when the sunlight came streaming through the windows. Remus and Sirius were up when he came back into the room carrying a large tray of breakfast foods he convinced the house elves to give him. Remus looked over at where James was still knocked out.

“Should we put something on the nightstand?”

At the agreement of the other two boys, he set a plate down along with a cup of water and a cup of fizzy orange juice. The three marauders all sat on Sirius’ bed, talking and eating. Peter and Remus looked over when Sirius squeaked. You had risen up from your sleep, stretching with an audible pop from one of your elbows. Rubbing your eyes, you just sat up for a moment.

“I hate alcohol.”

With your eyes half-shut you went to go use the bathroom and brush your teeth. James woke up at the sound of the toilet flushing. He sat up, excited to see food on the nightstand. The marauders all locked eyes as you came out of the bathroom.

“Good morning,” you said with a wave.

“This is so weird,” Peter muttered.

“Okay, I’ll say it.” Sirius set down his strip of bacon. “What the fuck is going on between the two of you? First you tell her to show Xeno how hot she is, next thing she’s sleeping in your bed wearing your quidditch stuff.”

You and James looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Improv still wasn’t your strongest suit, even with a fake dating idea. You kind of planned on letting James fabricate the entire story from the start of your relationship to the eventual fake breakup. You flopped over to the bed, laying behind James and burying your face in the pillow.

James was fiddling with his fingers while trying to come up with any answer that wouldn’t derail your entire fake dating plot. There were still two weeks before you two were supposed to become more than friends and another weeks before he publicly asked you to be his girlfriend — there were going to be white roses and a performance featuring the singing toad choir.

“We were going to ask him for a threesome.”

Everyone’s eyes went wide. You pulled James down and threw the comforter over both of your heads. The other three men, still in shock, watched your hand stick out of the bed and pat the nightstand to find his wand. Shortly after, the curtains were pulled around the bed and the silencing charm was cast.

“Did you really just say that?” you asked him.

“I panicked.”

“So we’re dating now?”

“I guess.”

“Our original story doesn’t work anymore. You haven’t seen me doing karaoke at Three Broomsticks with Alice and Dorcas before I dragged you on stage and we sang a duet that had so much tension everyone wouldn’t be surprised if we started dating.”

“Right, right. Never mind then. I’ll figure something out.”

“Like how you said we wanted to invite Xenophilius for a threesome?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I did until just now… Fine. Let’s do this.”

You and James put the curtain back at the ends of the four-post bed. He scratched the back of his head while you decided to grab the plate and eat breakfast.

“We were going to ask Xeno if he wanted to participate in relations with us but Y/N got too drunk so I just let her crash here.”

Peter pursed his lips for a moment before speaking.

“A threesome? But you’re a virgin, isn’t that a bit much for a first time? You haven’t even kissed someone.”

“Well how do you think I was planning on losing it, Wormy?”

Sirius scoffed. “Asking one of us would have been easier.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“Wait, Y/N are you a virgin?” Peter asked.

You gave James the rest of the bacon in your hand. “Uh, yes.”

“So, both of you as complete virgins were going to ask the most notorious manwhore to pop your cherries together?”

“Having a lot of sex doesn’t make you a manwhore.”

“Frank Longbottom has a lot of sex, Xeno is a manwhore.”

Remus, Sirius, and Peter blinked when suddenly the curtains were pulled around the bed again. They could hear James grunt when you pulled him down before it sounded quiet. You probably casted the silencing charm. For good measure, you pulled the comforter over the two of you again.

“This isn’t working,” you said.

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Lie better.”

“You could try to lie too, you know.”

“I’m not good at improv.”

“And you think I am? We’ve been sticking to the script until now.”

You and James blinked at each other. He wasn’t wrong. James was a little playwright. Every purposeful interaction was written down on scrap paper and scrolls like a script, tucked in the back of his nightstand. This whole thing was his plan in the first place but the two of you needed to work together for it to be successful. You left the comforter once again to meet three sets of eyes that were waiting for an explanation.

You got out of the bed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wringing out your hands. The three marauders had different expressions on their faces. You puffed up your cheeks before taking a breath. Remus, Peter, and Sirius leaned their backs against the wall to let you know they were ready to listen. James’ mouth dropped open when you ran.

“She stole my slippers,” he said while the others were howling in laughter.

Your roommates jumped when the door suddenly opened.

“Hi,” you said as you grabbed a bunch of stuff before leaving again. “Bye.”

You came back to the marauders’ dorm with your hands full. They watched you set up an easel and a large notepad.

“Why do you even have this?” Remus asked as you flipped to a blank page.

“For pattern making but sometimes I let Charlotte borrow it. She makes portraits of all of us for practice.”

You directed the three boys to sit on James’ bed while you pulled James up. The others were wondering what you were possibly doing because James blocked most of the board. Eventually, the two of you moved to the side.

“James plus Y/N equals question marks?” Sirius asked. “So you’re dating?”

“So you really tried to ask Xeno for a threesome?” Remus asked.

You said yes while James said no.

“Yes and no,” you tried to recover, seeing an out that would allow you to stick to the script. “Yes we asked Xeno for a threesome, no we aren’t dating.”

“Sooo…”

“It was a spur of the moment decision. Everyone makes it such a big deal and we just wanted to get it over with so we thought to just do it with each other.”

“But neither of us know what we’re doing exactly.” James started to catch on. “So we were just going to ask Xeno since he definitely wouldn’t care.”

Instead of writing your detailed dating plan on the next blank sheet, you made up a bunch of shit.

“James wanted to explore his sexuality and I wanted to try a few kinks of sorts… These. So, yeah.”

“Again,” Sirius said. “You could have just asked.”

Remus stood up, placing hands on both of your shoulders. “Just because everyone teases you about being virgins, doesn’t mean you have to have sex. We’ll stop if it makes you feel better but I really don’t think a threesome is the right idea.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” James muttered. “So, who’s feeling Hogsmeade?”

“Me!” you said before grabbing your wand and leaving to go get changed.

“You, especially. You need greasy food in your system or that hangover will be worse.”

As you all walked to Hogsmeade, the rest of the marauders fell a bit behind you and James. You were listening to a quidditch story of his. At some point over the summer, the two of you decided being real friends was important to sell the story. You both couldn’t just laugh at the expected moments before people realized it was a script. It was important to actually hang out.

“So do you think they’ve already slept with each other? We all know the threesome thing is a lie, right?” Remus asked as they watched James tie your shoe for you since you were in a short skirt.

Peter nodded. “Totally a lie. But we would’ve known if they were a thing by now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Prongs writes everything in his diary. The last time he did that was on the train when Lily gave him a thank you card for hosting the summer party. He would most definitely write a five page soliloquy if he finally had sex. Besides, Ja—”

“Lily!” James yelled before leaving you to try and catch up with the redhead. You started walking back to them.

Sirius frowned. “If you were embarrassed about passing out in his bed, you could have just told us not to mention it.”

“I guess we didn’t think of that.”

“Clearly.” Sirius threw his arm around your shoulder. “Come one, let’s go get you some cheesy pasta before you throw up on yourself.”

(part 3)

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lovefromremus · 1 year

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AFTG Headcanon Series [1] Andrew

hi everybody! a new series im doing which is basically complying loads of random headcanons on characters! this first part is Andrew!

part 1, part 2

Andrew's favourite colour is green. Not necessarily grass green, or even sage green, but a deep darker green. Kind of like the colour of leaves deep in the forest. The colour is calming, and he often finds himself leaning towards the colour in various different items - jumpers, mugs etc

He hates bananas. Don't ask me to expand, he just hates the texture and the peeling and the skin and the way they look bruised

Andrew has a really bad habit of picking at his cuticles and nails, it's so bad that he buys that disgusting tasting solution thing to put on his nails so he stops

When Neil becomes closer with Jean, Andrew inevitably finds himself speaking to him more as well. And when he finds out that Jean has gone through the same abuse he has, he finds himself silently relating and trusting Jean much more than before. It's both comforting and irritating.

On bad days, when they have the cats, Andrew is calmed by the light weight of Sir or King on his chest, and often strokes their fur when he can feel himself slipping away

He grows to like Katelyn. Not necessarily appreciate her or think about her when it is not 100% needed, but when he does find himself in her company, he respects her more than he ever expected to

When Nicky finally leaves for Germany permanently, Andrew Skype's him every Monday and Friday - it's hard with timezones but they make it work. Andrew will tell him how much he actually appreciates it at some point.

He has two tattoos. Medusa on his right arm, just below his shoulder, and a small '10' directly above his heart

He absolutely ADORES Chinese takeout. Literally anything from there he will just about inhale

Andrew has a habit of doodling on his hands!!!!! When he's bored in class he'll draw little random things whether it be patterns, keys or smoke. Sometimes, shamefully even, a little fox

Andrew doesn't immediately become 'fixed' when he and Neil start their relationship and nor does his recovery speed up. But the one time during his stay at Palmetto he nearly cries, is when Cass tries to approach him after his and Aaron's trial and Bee is the one to stand in her way

There are very few times Andrew is okay with being touched by someone who isn't Neil. However, Andrew can admit (at least, to himself) that occasionally when he does need it, he goes to Nicky for hugs

He loves to read!! But he has to use reading glasses. Neil squeals every time he puts them on

ANDREW. BLUSHES. EASILY.

Andrew loves crystals. It's not that he believes in anything different types are said to help with or do, but he likes reaching into his pocket and feeling their smooth weight

He also likes the way they look on bracelets and has a rose quartz one <3

Andrew in pink I'm sorry but like a pink oversized sweater that was originally Neil's? Crying.

I know it's set in a time period where it doesn't exist yet, but can you imagine Andrew with unlimited access to Disney+ ? He would adore it

Instant noodle lover

Personally I think he would hate fizzy drinks? Like any type of soda. EW no. Maybe this me projecting a little

HIS FAVOURITE FRUIT IS CHERRIES HE COULD EAT A WHOLE BOX AT A TIME

Allergic to peanuts, as is Aaron ofc

When Andrew experiences his first year pro, he also experiences his first year alone in a while. No family around to annoy and protect, no Neil to talk to. It was sad, and for a while he found himself extremely lonely. But eventually, he learns to express these feelings and Neil helps as much as he can

Never gets over his fear of flying

He smiles. Eventually.

#all for the game #aftg #andrew minyard #psu foxes #andreil #palmetto state university #neil josten #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #kevin day

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reveriesofawriter · 3 months

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book rambling don't mind me

the book kept saying anharion was his title... so was that also his name? did his name become a title when the Betrayal happened? does "anharion" translate to Betrayer or is that just what he's known as? was it a mistranslation from the old language? edit: I just reread the part where sarcean said he used to be called something else and now I feel like that's going to give away the whole ~is he the sun prince~ thing

I've seen some theories about the Collar and to what extent it actually controls james and like. as much as it would be less big and exciting to see it this way... what if the Collar is mostly symbolic? bc sarcean can talk people into doing what he wants anyway and james was obviously not immune to the charm (it's magnified for him even) well before will knew anything about himself or his powers so what if the collar was just a way to show other people that anharion belonged to him? but GOD if this moral stronghold of not wanting to manipulate james into kissing him and wanting him to do it of his own free will stops these boys from having a lil smooch for the majority of the third book I will Die

I've also seen people try to draw lines between will/sarcean and james/anharion as far as their past/present personalities and the consensus seems to be that will has a more clear line between himself and sarcean but I saw someone say it was more like intrusive thoughts and I think that's fascinating, also that will is seeing james and not anharion the betrayer when he looks at james but james in every sense is this cocky little asshole (affectionate) who flirts and uses his powers to take advantage of people while anharion in the past wasn't like that sooooo I think will isn't Seeing james as who he is I think he's seeing anharion for who he used to be before he turned against sarcean. which is so interesting when you think about will saying people shouldn't be judged by what they've done but what they can do

the tangled web of who hates who is so messy but I trust violet to, if not outright take will's side, then to convince the others to let him go like banish him or whatever instead of killing him right away (even if james's powers would physically protect him from that I just need violet to believe in him)

I'm still thinking about little 6 year old will setting a rich fucker's clothes on fire bc he laid his hands on a woman who was nice to him, how violet saved his life and he's spent every day after that trying to return the favor including using a newfound power he doesn't know how to control yet to set her free from a cage in another country

can't wait to see how the narratives shift when we get other perspectives on what the past was really like bc from what I can tell sarcean and the lady weren't really In Love they just had a fling one time

on that note I thought will was switched out for the girls somehow when they were kids but elizabeth was told her mother had a son before her and she believes that son is will, which would mean will is both blood of the lady and the dark king, which brings to question who his dad is bc they said it wasn't simon but I don't think his birth was a virgin mary situation, also I know sarcean got around but are will and simon's family related any closer than one ancestor thousands of years ago? is sinclair will's father?

I don't think tom and violet will fight to the death, tom may die in another way tho

what's the fourth kingdom and how does that pay into this? bc the first gate was in england the second was underwater somewhere and the third is in italy so the fourth...? on that note there must be more stewards alive who weren't in the hall when it was torn through, people who either left that life behind, or like cyprian at the beginning who didn't drink from the cup but still follow the lifestyle, or maybe like small covens of stewards who never went to the hall bc they found their own communities elsewhere idk it's just very eurocentric to think everyone from everywhere would meet up in this one place when the whole rest of the world exists

will needs some alone time after all this someone give him a safe place to rest and a hot drink

phillip and visander... and the unicorn....... love triangle of the ages... (I wonder if visander will find his way back into a man's body somehow or if he's stuck looking like katherine forever lol) (realistically. I don't think this man fucked his horse. but. metaphorically? metaphysically? whatever they had was probably as erotically charged as that magic scene right?)

#dark rise #dark heir #def some spoilers in here #got two friends now who have said they need to read these books #side note i read it not listened to it. how do you pronounce sarcean? bc in my head i've been saying sar-cean like the second half of ocean #which feels like a very irish way to pronounce it but if the name is rooted in latin it would probs have 3 syllables? sar-say-ən?

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fizzigigsimmer · 1 year

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Dragon!Shifter AU

I wrote a little in the tags on the OG post but I am still thinking about this so...

The way Billy arrived at the academy, swooping over the castle and roaring loud enough to shake the walls before he flew up towards the Grandmaster’s tower and disappeared into the clouds, there’s no way for anyone not to know who he is and what he is.

Steve’s very used to the way the student body can latch onto a person and OBSESS. You’d think, with their powers and their lineages that the students wouldn’t be effected by things like fan mania, but no, they’re just as impressed by pretty faces and showboating as ordinary humans are. Steve can’t go anywhere without his classmates stuffing the poems and ballads they’ve composed - praising his pale elfin good looks and comparing him to snowdrops, stars, and moonlight - under his pillow or in his satchel when he isn’t looking. And at least once a week someone actually gets up the courage to stand in the courtyard and sing. He’s been crowned King of Midsummer every year that he’s been old enough to attend the end of term festival reserved for the higher level students.

But from the minute Billy Hargrove saunters out of the Grandmaster’s quarters he’s all anyone can talk about. It’s so fucking annoying. His golden skin and sun streaked hair, his glittering blue eyes and the flames that (apparently) dance in them when he’s wielding magic (Steve wouldn’t know because he can’t stand the prick and the less time spent in his company the better) and the inked markings that decorate his back and shoulders that glow gold just before he shifts his shape.

Steve knows Billy’s markings intimately because he sees them three times a week during Champions practice, usually right after Hargrove strips naked and dives from the banks of Emerald Lake, changing shape in a burst of golden magic just so he can knock Steve and the rest of his teammates off their feet with a ten foot wave. And Billy does that shit on purpose, because he doesn’t have to be big as a house when he shifts.

Billy has a demi form, effectively no bigger than a kitten. Steve can hold most of his bendy lizard like body in the palm of his hand while Billy’s long serpentine tail coils around his wrist, warm despite the cool scales that line his body. No one knew dragons could go small like this. Well, correction, Steve supposes it makes a lot of sense now why humans call so many lizards dragons. Wingless, one scaly lizard thing scuttling around looks like another, and it turns out Dragons have been coming to the human world far more often than people think.

Steve discovers that Billy can go small after Flight Studies one day, which he’s endlessly thankful is not one of the classes he has to share with Hargrove. While some elves have strong enough magic and a sturdy enough connection to the fae realm that they can achieve winged flight, Steve remains as grounded and talentless in this area as they come. It’s enough of a sore spot as it is because his dad and all of his cousins fly. The last thing he wants to put up with is Hargrove giving him shit about it.

Steve comes back from class still wingless, but sweaty from all that straining to connect with Gia, and immediately heads to the room he shares with Tommy in the Blue Hall to change before supper. He doesn’t expect to find anything but shirts and tunics in his drawer, so he nearly shrieks the house down when he opens it to find a big lizard thing coiled up in a nest of his shirts.

Patrick, one of the selkies who shares the room next door, comes running in to see what the commotion is about just as the scaly creature raises its long neck, blue green scales glinting in the late afternoon sunlight and yellow eyes fixed on Steve as it opens its mouth and hisses. It has a small row of very sharp looking teeth and a very pink tongue.

Steve slams the drawer shut.

“Whoa! What was that?!“ Patrick demands, drawing closer, only to scurry back along with Steve as the drawer with the creature inside rattles violently.

“I have no idea. Probably another one of Munson’s freaky little pets.” Steve seethes, speaking of the boy from Black Hall who is infamous for his love of dark magical creatures, the more dangerous the better. The drawer rattles hard before suddenly popping open, and one very pissed lizard crawls its way out onto the top of the dresser. it twists its upper body until its head faces the two gaping boys. For a moment Steve admires the elegance of its long body and the dramatic spiny fins that raise from its back as it elongates itself, thinking that the strangely human expression of absolute grump that it wears on a decidedly lizard like face is unexpectedly funny... and then the creature opens its mouth and Steve and Patrick bolt with a yelp, scrambling for the door as a stream of electric blue flame erupts from the creature’s mouth.

The House Head thinks they are pulling a prank when they bring him back to deal with the beast, only to find the room completely creature free and no sign of anything burning. But Steve knows what he saw, and Patrick isn’t known for being a prankster so the Head promises to go over to Black Hall and have a talk with Munson. He advises the boys to keep their windows shut going forward, so nothing has an opportunity to crawl in.

It doesn’t work, because Steve doesn’t know it but the creature was actually a dragon shifter who also happens to live in Blue Hall, just one floor below. Steve doesn’t notice either that first time that one of his shirts is missing.

Long before Billy was ready to admit he liked Steve as a person, he liked the smell of his soap and his magic. Dragons are creatures of indulgence, so the things they like they take to horde. Steve never gets that shirt back or any of the other things Billy ends up claiming from Steve’s room. Not until Steve starts sleeping in his bed. But anything he brings back with him from Billy’s room, Billy just replaces with something else.

It’s expensive dating a dragon, is what he’s saying. The only solution is to cohabbitate.

The First Part

#harringrove #billy x steve #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #elf!steve #dragon!billy #the difference between elves and fairys is tolkien and santa clause so for this I'm keeping the two blended #poor wingless little elf #poor smol dragon being woken from his nap like that

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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 2 months

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Natural Satellite [ch 5]

An In Stars and Time AU. In ch 5, Isa & Sif finally put their heads together. You can start from ch 1 here!

Isa’s grip tightens on your shoulder and your mind goes utterly blank. You can feel his—his thumb, just the edge of his thumb brush your collarbone and all you can think is that you want to feel it on your skin because you know, you just know he’d feel so warm. You’re shaking. You want to pull him closer. You have to push him away. If you push him away it will kill you. Why is he touching you, how do you make him stop, how do you make him do it again. How do you make sure he never ever stops. You could cut off his hand. You could cut off his hand and keep it with you, always, always. You could freeze him in time. You could eat him alive. (You’re disgusting.)

[ISAT spoilers thru act 4! CW for panic attacks]

“An article about the King?” Isabeau echoes. “Like… from a newspaper?”

You nod.

“You mean like the one on the first floor?”

“The what?”

He blinks at you. “Umm… on the wall, right? I think it was in someone’s dorm room… I can’t remember exactly where, but—”

“The candle maker?”

“Huh? No, I don’t think—”

“The one with those weird drawings?”

“Oh! Yeah! I think that was it!”

“On the wall?”

“Yyyyes?”

“Like a poster??”

“I mean… yes? I guess so, yeah.”

You throw your hands up. “Who puts up wall art of their impending doom???”

“Pfft,” Isabeau snickers. “The Housemaidens of Dormont, I guess?”

Wow. Wow. That is… You don’t even know where to begin. You just spent the better part of twenty loops scraping the entire House top-to-bottom. Every bookshelf and every barrel; every secret passage and every stupid, pointless dead end. And now you’re supposed to believe that the article was on the first floor? In plain sight?

“...Sif?”

“No,” you hiss, and then snap to attention. “Sorry. I mean, yes? I mean. What?”

“That was your main goal right now, right?”

You nod.

Isa’s eyes sparkle. “So… maybe I saved you a little time?”

“...Maybe.”

“Enough to earn me a favor???”

“Depends,” you tell him, grudging. “What do you want?”

“Can I have today?”

You squint at him.

“Um!! I just mean!! At the House tomorrow, you can do everything how you’re used to, and I won’t even get in the way. Honest. But can I pick what we do today? Can I just, like… book you? For the day? So we can maybe actually talk?”

Hrmph. You can’t understand why he’d want to, but. Well. It’s not like you have other plans. Killing the King is easy now. You still try to help Mira, most loops—her shield really is very useful—but it’s a convenience, not a necessity. “…Fine.”

Isa lights up. “Really???”

Do you need me to write it down for you? You bite it back. By now, Isabeau should already know that you’re poison. There’s no need to beat a dead horse. “Sure.”

“Yeah!! Yes!! Okay!! Thanks, Sif!! I just have a few questions! So just, um, bear with me, okay?”

* * *

Isabeau gets right to the point.

“So… Loop. Any theories?”

You think about it. “I asked who they were once.”

He looks up with interest. “And?”

“They told me to guess.”

“Figures,” he sighs, going back to his notes. “What’d you guess?”

“I thought they were probably me.”

His writing hand lurches, gouging an ugly black streak across the page. “Um??? Um… what made you say that??”

“They know a lot about me,” you say, evasive. It’s true, but it’s not the whole truth. In all honesty, you don’t really know why you said it. It’s hard to put into words. Though, to be fair, you feel that way about most things.

“Um. Um, well… I mean… What’d they say?

“They laughed at me for like, ten minutes.”

“...Right,” he mumbles. “Um. Okay. I’m just gonna mark that down as inconclusive.” He makes a few notes, his tongue trapped between his teeth, before looking up again. “What about the King? I can’t remember what you guys talked about, what with… um. Y-You know. What happened after. But he sorta seemed like he… recognized you?”

You shrug. You haven’t figured that out yet, either.

“He had white hair, too,” Isa muses. “I’ve never seen anyone else with hair like that.”

“So, what? You think he’s my long-lost brother?”

“Wh—No!! I just meant you might be from the same region or something!!” He pauses, looking surprised. “Actually, Sif, I just realized… I don’t think I know where you’re from!”

You nod. That’s true, yes.

“So… where are you from?”

“Oh, um…” You trail off. Isabeau is looking at you, expectant. Like he’s waiting for something. Did you zone out without noticing? It wouldn’t be the first time. But you can’t remember your next line. “I— Sorry, what were we talking about?”

“...Where you’re from?”

“R-Right. Sorry. It’s, um. I’m—“ Your mind stalls out. What did he ask, again? Was it maybe a yes or no question? “Um… Yes?”

“What?”

Isa looks concerned, for some reason. Not that he needs a reason. You’re concerning company. “Sif, are you— Can you hear me right now?”

“Huh? Yeah, of course. I lost my eye, not my ears.” Too late, you remember that it grosses people out when you talk about your eye. But you already did it, so you might as well finish the job. “‘Eye’ can hear just fine.”

“Ri-i-ight,” he says slowly. “Um. You’re not, like, messing with me, right?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I really didn’t think so. Okay, lemme try this.” He scribbles something down in his notebook and hands it to you. It’s a question. Hi Sif :3 Where are you from?

Oh. Weird. He just asked you that, didn’t he? And you said—you said— What did you say, again?

Of course you know where you’re from. You haven’t been traveling forever. Everyone’s from somewhere. And you—you grew up with your—with your… family, right? Of course you have a family, everyone has a family, so why can’t you—

Why can’t you remember?

You can feel your breaths coming faster, the words blurring on the page but you can still read the question and he’s still waiting for an answer; you have to say something. You know where you’re from! You forget a lot of things but you couldn’t, you wouldn’t, how could you forget your own family? What kind of a monster could forget their own family? So why can’t you— Why can’t you—

“Sif! Sif! Hey! Hey, Sif, come on, can you breathe for me? Can you try to breathe with me?”

But you can’t. You can’t. Your hair is white like the King’s and your parents, your parents must have, they must have had white hair like yours, but were they— Were they short, like you are? Were they stupid and clumsy and quick? Did they— They had a boat, didn’t they? Didn’t you have a boat? Did you even have a boat or did you only dream you had a boat because you, you can’t picture it, one sail or two, its shape, its color and what was its name? You bury your hands in your hair, white like the King’s, like your—

“Sif!” Isa says, frantic, and you realize that he’s reaching for you.

“Don’t touch me!!!” You slap his hand away, flinch out of range. He’s not supposed to touch you, no one is supposed to touch you, there’s something WRONG with you and what if it’s contagious? You’re— You can’t let him get any closer, can’t let him find out that you CAN’T REMEMBER THE NAME OF YOUR HOME, YOUR PARENTS’ FACES, YOU CAN’T LET HIM KNOW THAT YOU—

[ f e e l a t u g a t y o u r s t o m a c h ]

—and you’re lying in a field.

Isa stands over you, looking a little nauseous and more than a little frantic. “S-Sif!! Crab, Sif, are you okay?”

“I… What? Yes? What just…”

“It’s okay!!” he says quickly. “It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry! You just… I think you h-had a sort of a p-panic attack and you… We looped again. It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re totally fine. We’re just talking. We were just, um, talking about the King.”

You stare at him for a few seconds. “...You found that article.”

“Right!! That’s right! Yeah, you got it! I—” When he looks at his notes, his shoulders slump a little. “Aw, crab. Looping wiped my notes.”

Well. Obviously.

He darts another nervous little glance at you, like he’s afraid of what you’ll do. Like he thinks you’re dangerous. (He’s not wrong. You are dangerous.) “So, it… seems like it happens when you get upset, huh? When you’re overwhelmed or, um. Freaked out.”

You shrug.

“Does that track with the times it’s happened before? When you looped without dying, I mean. Y-You don’t have to tell me what happened!” he adds hastily, when he sees the look on your face. “I’m not asking for details! Just for you to think about it, and… think about if you were usually upset?”

Reluctantly, and very much under duress, you reflect on the times you looped on accident. Just now, having a—what did he call it? A panic attack. That time you scared your family, near the entrance to the House. Watching Isa freeze.

(You do not think about what you did in front of the Favor Tree.)

“...Maybe,” you concede.

“Okay!! Hey, that’s good, right? We just gotta figure out how to do that, and we can totally skip all the, you know. Um. Dying.”

You’re not convinced. Your current system works. And having to get upset every loop… Honestly, it sounds even worse than the dagger.

“Hmmm,” Isa hums, chewing on the end of his pen. “I could… try to scare you?”

You stare at him.

“H-Hey!! I could be scary!!”

You don’t bother arguing. “It wouldn’t work, anyway. I was scared the first time we fought the King.” You give it a little more thought. “I was really scared the second time.”

That makes him wince, for some reason.

“It doesn't scare me anymore,” you reassure him. “Not for ages.”

That does not appear to help.

Isa darts another glance at you. He’s fidgeting more than usual, shifting his weight and picking at his fingernails. “Um. Okay, I— I sort of have an idea, but only if it’s okay with you…”

…Interesting.

“And I— I just wanna say in advance that I'm really sorry about this, it’s just—I think watching you die kinda messed me up a little, haha, s-so if there’s, like, even the tiniest chance that we can find another way, I think we actually really have to—“

“Isa.”

“S-Sif??”

“It's fine.” Whatever he has in mind, it can’t be worse than what you’ve already done. When that doesn’t seem to reassure him, you raise an eyebrow. “We said you could have today.”

“Right. Right!! Okay!! Then I'm just gonna—um—try this. If that’s okay. (Sorry.)”

Isabeau clenches his fists and draws a deep breath, like he's steeling himself for something dreadful. Then he takes two slow, sliding steps and suddenly he’s a lot closer. Closer than in bed in the Clocktower, closer than the greenhouse, (almost as close as when you—)

He’s looming over you, almost. Enough to fill your field of vision. His face is flushed and he’s staring fixedly at the ground to your left, but his eyes keep darting back toward you, like he can’t stop them. Like he can’t help himself.

“S-Sorry,” he mumbles, looking away again, and reaches for you.

You wait for him to pull away but he—doesn’t. He doesn’t. He doesn’t thump you on the arm, like he always looked like he was going to. He just… grazes your shoulder, the barest touch with only the tips of two fingers.

Your breath snags. Your heart is in your throat because he—he isn’t supposed to do that here, or anywhere, ever. He doesn’t touch you, he doesn’t want to touch you so why is he— WHY would he—

You could cut off his hand. You could cut off his hand and keep it with you, always, always. You could freeze him in time. You could eat him alive.

(You’re disgusting.)

He’s so beautiful. You’re a monster. He’s not even a person, he’s only an actor, he’s playing a role. But this wasn’t in the script. You can see the flush creep down his throat and you want to trap it in your hands. Catch his pulse between your fingers like a firefly. Drink the heat from his lungs and seal it in a jar where you can’t ever forget. Really take his breath away, ha ha ha.

…You’re disgusting.

He has to force himself to look at you. You can see that it takes effort (but of course it does, you’re DISGUSTING) and when he finally meets your eye you can feel his hand trembling a little, even through your cloak. Just for a second, your self-control slips. Just for a second, you lean into his hand, his touch, his warmth.

You have no idea what your face looks like, but it must be pretty appalling. Whatever he sees in your eyes seems to terrify him. He jolts back, electrified, and you—sag, like someone cut your strings. You’re exhausted.

“Sorrysorrysorry!!!” he babbles, holding both hands out like a shield. “Sorry! Wow! Sorry!! Crab!!!! I really thought you were gonna loop!!!”

Oh. Of course. That’s why he touched you. For his theories. His little experiment. You said that he could have today.

Isabeau wrings his hands. “I-I’m really sorry, Sif, I know you don’t like being touched, I just thought if it worked, you might… hate it less than being stabbed, I guess? But you were totally right, I don’t know what I’m doing, I just thought— I don’t know!!! I just really thought that would work!!!”

You reach for your shoulder, for the place where he touched. You know it's stupid, but it feels warmer than it should. His heat signature, stamped onto your skin. “Why.”

“U-Um? Just because… you know, the whole thing about getting upset, and… Aww, never mind! It was stupid! Sorry!!!” He shakes his head vigorously, jumping in place a little. “Phew! Um! That’s… probably enough for today, haha! I’m sure you need a break!”

Maybe you just didn’t touch me enough, you think. Maybe you needed to hold my hands. Hold me close. Hold me down and break me in half. Tear me apart. Swallow my heart. Hold my face in your hands and lean in so, so close. Hold my heart in your hands and squeeze.

You don’t say anything.

Isa’s gaze drops to his hands. He runs his thumb over the pads of his fingers, gently, gently. Maybe you would loop if he did that to you. But you don’t know.

“...I really am sorry,” he says softly.

Don’t be. “It’s okay.”

“If you ask, I can— I’ll never do it again, if that’s what you want.”

Your chest seizes up. “No.”

He looks up, startled.

(Calm down. You’re scaring him.) “I—wouldn’t mind. If we tried again.” (Stop. You’re taking advantage of him. You’re holding yourself hostage. Can’t you see how gross that is?) “It could be—um. I think it would be better than the dagger.”

“Pfft,” Isabeau snickers. “Careful. I might get an ego.”

“Huh?”

“It’s nothing.” He glances at his notebook, heaves a sigh. “I guess as long as you don’t do it with the knife…”

You frown at him. “You said I could have tomorrow.”

“I-I’m not telling you not to loop!! I am literally just asking you not to do it in the most horrible way possible!!!!”

Ughhhh. “Okay, but that means we’ll have to finish off the King…”

“Uhh,” he says. “...Uh huh?”

“It takes a really long time.”

“Pfft,” Isa snorts. “Yeah, I think I can handle it. Still sounds a lot better than watching one of my favorite people die.”

“I’m—” You bite off the rest of that question. He isn’t talking about you. He's talking about your character. “Um. I mean. If you get a request for my day, then I get to ask something too.”

“You got it!! Anything!! W-Well, maybe not anything, but… pretty much basically anything. As long as it doesn’t… um. Hurt you.”

Ha ha. What a nice idea. But that doesn’t leave a lot of options. Everything hurts you.

“Soooo, what did you wanna do?” he asks cheerfully, and then hesitates. “Oh. Unless you meant that you, um, wanted some time alone, or… you wanted to make plans with someone else…”

Look at the stars with me. You almost say it.

You choose your words carefully. “I want… rest.”

His face crumples into something painfully fond. “Aw, bud. You’ve been doing this for way too long, huh?”

Finally, an easy question. You nod vigorously.

“Poor Sif,” Isa says softly. “And all on your own.”

“We sleep in the same bed.” It’s an evasion. An obvious one, at that. You’re pretty sure you used to be better at this. (‘Bed-ter.’ Is that anything?)

“That’s not what I mean, though.”

…Yeah.

His arms twitch toward you before falling back by his sides. You watch his hands flex and unflex. You think about reaching for them. Maybe this time he would let you.

You don’t move.

Isa tilts his head, curious. “What would you normally do today? If I didn’t call dibs?”

Teach Bonnie to fight. Find Odile’s book. Help Mira with her papers. Look at the stars. Eat dinner. Go to bed. Fight. Book. Papers. Stars. Dinner. Bed. “...Run around after everyone else, mostly.”

“Aw, Sif.”

“And go fishing.”

“Oh!!” he gasps, brightening. “You fish?”

“I—used to. I think.”

His eyebrows twitch, but he doesn’t press you. “Do you really have to do all that stuff every time, though? Of course you gotta eat, but you could nap until then!”

“Mira always wakes me up.” Also, you don’t sleep.

Isa thumps a fist into his palm and squints menacingly. “Well, she’s gonna have to go through me.”

You can’t help it. You snicker. It comes as an almost violent shock. When’s the last time anything actually made you laugh? “She could do it, though.”

“Oh, yeah. She wouldn’t hesitate.”

“No mercy.”

“But I’m tough too!!” he insists. “I can take her!!!”

You huff another laugh. Two in one day. A new record. “…I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, I’ve got bad news, Sif,” he says seriously. “Today’s my day. I get to do what I want. And I wanna guard your nap! Nap guardian!! Protector of sleepyheads all across Vaugarde!!!”

Pffft. “There’s no way you want to do that.”

“I do!!”

“There’s no way I can let you do that.”

“You’re gonna have to!!”

You should stop him. Laugh and say you changed your mind. But you can’t. You’re selfish like that. "Well... I guess it does sound bed-ter than sleeping alone..."

"Pffft!! Sif!!!!"

“And I could definitely use a few winks.” You can’t resist winking cutely. It’s kind of your signature.

“Hah!!!!”

“So I guess I could pill-ow you to help.” Oof. That was bad, wasn’t it? “Um. You know. Like, ‘allow?’”

“Hey, you don’t gotta tell me!! And c’mon, Sif, you know I just wanna help! After everything you’ve done for us, it’s the sleep-st I can do!!”

Pfft!!! Oh, wow. Okay. Yeah. He got you. “Snrrrk—khhehehe! Hee hee hee!!”

When you look up, Isabeau is beaming at you with eyes so bright they hurt to look at. Your chest clenches. Your stomach swoops. You look away. “S-Sorry.”

“Please don’t be,” he says, painfully earnest. “I’m… It makes me really happy to… Aw, don’t worry about it. Get some rest. I’ll wake you up in time for dinner, okay?”

“You really don’t have to…”

“My day!!” Isa says fiercely. “I do what I want!!!”

You want to argue. You know that you should. But you're so, so, so so so so tired. At the end of the day, you just don’t have it in you.

I usually get around to posting on tumblr eventually, but if you wanna find out about updates as soon as I post em, you can follow the series on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53412649/chapters/135189547

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 year

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Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language, violence,

Last Chapter

MAJOR SPOILERS for Season 3!

Chapter 15-

It had been a whole month since you were stranded on a deserted island. You would've thought that it'd be bad, horrible even, but it was the polar opposite.

Poguelandia was your safe haven.

This past month had been the best month of your life. You had your boyfriend, your brother and your best friends all together with no parents, no authority, nobody to yell or tell you what to do. It was literally your own little slice of paradise and you could do whatever you wanted.

JJ had made a flag for the island like he said he would. Strung it up on one of the tallest coconut trees for you all to admire. His drawing with charcoal was actually pretty good. It was of a chicken, in crocs and a coconut bra smoking a joint. It was perfect.

You lived off berries, coconuts and fish. JJ had taught you all how to spearfish and you were living like kings with fresh seafood every day.

The cut on your thigh had healed up surprisingly well. Leaving a thick pink scar in it's place as a permanent reminder of what happened on that ship. A reminder of everything you had done and survived to end up here.

JJ didn't want to leave the island. He had nothing back in OBX and neither did you. Everything you had... everything you needed was right here on Poguelandia. It was perfect.

But, nothing perfect ever lasted.

A plane flew past the island early one morning. Pope signalled it with a fire, and before you knew it, you were reluctantly following the others into the small plane.

You spared a glance at JJ who didn't seem too happy about being rescued, but the others were thrilled, so you remained silent.

"So what were you doing all the way out here?" JJ asked, breaking the silence in the cockpit as the pilot prepared the plane for takeoff.

"I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish." Portis answered.

"What were you spotting?"

"You know, the usual. Wahoo."

JJ's head snapped to John B who met his gaze briefly with a troubled expression etched into his features. The two of them seemed to have a silent conversation about something you couldn't figure out before the plane took off into the air.

Everyone remained silent, holding onto the hand straps above you for stability as the plane soared through the sky. JJ and John B were still staring at each other with an uneasy expression that was making alarm bells go off in your head.

You glanced over at Portis behind them, he was looking forward, hands on the controls and headset over his ears.

"What's going on?" You whispered, leaning towards JJ and your brother.

"Wahoo don't run in September. Ever. Alright? So whoever this man is, he's not a fisherman." JJ answered, looking over at you before glancing at the others who had shuffled closer to hear.

"Maybe the run just starts earlier out here." Pope suggested.

"Are you sure about that? In the Caribbean?"

"No." Sarah said, shaking her head. "I know what this is. He's working for my dad, and he's probably been looking for us the entire time."

"Alright, we gotta find out. Start looking for some sort of..." JJ trailed off, his eyes landing on the leather satchel hanging over Portis' seat. "...clues."

"Hey, Jimmy." John B suddenly said, leaning forward to distract the pilot while JJ checked the satchel.

Your brother kept asking Portis random questions, keeping him busy while JJ sorted through the various books and paper in the satchel, until he pulled out a photograph of a shipping container ship. The very same ship that you guys had jumped from.

Holy shit. This guy was working for Ward.

"Guys, whatever it is, it's happening fast. Look." Kie whispered, nodding towards the window.

You glanced over your shoulder and realised that the plane was slowly starting to get lower, heading for land.

"That looks like Barbados. I've been there with Terrance." Cleo explained, staring out the window.

"Okay. There's seven of us, one of him. You know my vote. We storm the cockpit." JJ suddenly said.

"No, who's going to fly the plane, dumbass?" John B responded.

"I've seen Pope fly simulators." JJ supplied.

"I crop-dusted for my uncle last summer. This is not the same thing." Pope explained, not liking JJ's idea at all. "Why don't we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe, and then we sneak out. And if somebody comes to mess with us, we mad-dog them."

"No. JJ's right. There's seven of us and one of him. If we wait until the plane lands, Portis can call for backup. Hell, there's probably backup already waiting for us on land." You pointed out and JJ nodded in agreement.

"That's all well and good, sis. But, Pope can't fly this plane. None of us can. If we take out Portis, we're as good as dead. We have a better chance waiting for this thing to land." John B explained, looking over at you and holding your gaze before you sighed and reluctantly nodded.

JJ didn't seem to like that plan either, but he didn't argue and instead turned to try and put the photograph back in the bag, but Portis noticed.

"Hey, man! What the hell are you doing?!"

Portis shoved JJ away from the bag. His body collided into yours and you both toppled over in the back of the plane.

"That's mine!" Portis shouted, frantically reaching for his bag.

JJ quickly climbed off you, his eyes raking over your body for any injuries.

"I'm okay." You insisted and he nodded before he turned back to Portis.

"Who the hell are you?" JJ questioned, grabbing the bag before Portis could.

The two of them got into a mini tug of war, fighting for the bag while the others all screamed at Portis to fly the plane.

Eventually, Portis gave up and turned back around in his seat and you glanced over his shoulder through the front and realised the plane was heading straight for the jetty.

"Hold onto something!" You shouted, grabbing the handles above you.

Portis yanked the controls back, trying to lift the plane, but it was too late and the plane nosedived straight into the water.

You all went flying forward on impact. Your bodies crashing into one another, hard. Water was quick to fill the cockpit, the plane starting to sink.

"Shit. Is everyone okay?" You asked, wincing as you sat up and looked around. "We all good?"

Everyone nodded between fits of coughing from the water that was now up to your shoulders in height.

"We gotta get out of here." Pope shouted, pointing to the side door of the plane.

John B kicked the door open and began to climb out before he froze, staring at something in the distance. You followed his line of sight and your stomach dropped when you saw the armed men with vests sprinting down the beach.

"Oh, no. They don't look friendly." He muttered.

"No, they don't look very friendly." Pope agreed before you all jumped out the plane and into the water.

"Kie, get out before it sinks!" JJ shouted.

You treaded water beside the door, waiting for Kie, but she turned away from the door and went further in the plane.

"No, no, no, Kie!" John B yelled.

Shit. What the hell was she doing?

You looked further in the plane to find her heading towards the pilot who was unconscious in his seat. She was trying to save him.

"You guys go. I'll get Kie and meet up with you." You said, hauling yourself back into the plane before glancing over your shoulder at the others, John B and JJ shaking their heads. "Go. I got this. Go!"

"Damnit. Okay. Guys, go!" John B ordered.

You didn't wait to watch them swim off, instead you turned and rushed through the plane, the water now up to your neck.

"Kie!" You shouted.

She was shaking Portis' shoulders, trying to wake him, but it was clear it wasn't working. You hurried over and helped her grab the man before pulling him out the broken window.

Kie nodded her thanks as the two of you kept him afloat while you swam towards the shore, making sure his face was above the water so he wouldn't drown.

It didn't take long before you reached the beach and you dragged the man the last few metres before people rushed towards you, wanting to help.

"Take him. Take him." Kie said, staggering to her feet and holding her hand out to you which you took and stood up, breathing heavily.

"Thank you." Portis gasped, looking up at the two of you.

"You lied to us. Who are you?" Kie asked.

The revving engine of an ATV caught your attention and you looked away from Kie and Portis to find those armed men heading your way.

Oh, that cannot be a good sign.

"Shit. Kie, we gotta go. Like, right now." You warned, grabbing her hand and pulling her away.

Kie was quick to catch on, the two of you sprinting up the beach towards the boats on the sand. The ATVs were circling around the area, men shouting in a foreign language everywhere. You were surrounded.

Kie quickly pulled you down under one of the boats, ducking behind a couple of barrels. You covered your mouth with your hands trying to silence your heavy breathing, Kie doing the same as you sat there quietly.

They found you though. Kie kicked one of the men away before the two of you made a run for it, but you didn't get very far.

One of the men grabbed you from behind and you thrashed in his grip, trying to break free, but it was no use. He was bigger and stronger than you, it wasn't going to work.

"Get the hell off me!" You shouted, slamming your elbow back and clocking the man in the jaw.

He was momentarily stunned, but then another man appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your arm and pinning it behind your back.

Kie was grabbed too, not going down without a fight. But, like you, she couldn't get free and the men tossed you into the back of a pickup truck.

You grabbed Kie's hand, squeezing it tightly as you looked around trying to find a way to escape, but there was a man with a gun right beside the truck. Neither of you were going anywhere.

"We lost the others. We'll keep searching." A voice said over the man's radio.

The others had gotten away. Oh, thank God for that.

"We saved your life." Kie whispered, her voice coming out shaky, terrified.

You looked away from the guard just as Portis walked up to the truck with an almost guilty expression on his face.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'm gonna try to help you, okay? I swear, I didn't know it was gonna be like this." Portis admitted, glancing over at the guard before focusing back on the two of you. "Look, if you don't fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably won't hurt you."

"Probably?" You whispered, your own voice coming out more frightened than you would've liked.

"What did Ward promise you?" Kie questioned.

"Who?" Portis asked, looking at her in confusion. "Hey, just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck."

With that, Portis walked off before the vehicle started up and the guard climbed into the bed of the truck with the two of you. He stared at you both with hard eyes, one hand resting over his gun, the other holding onto the edge of the vehicle.

You tried to memorise every twist and turn in the road as the truck drove and before long, you were driving through a large reinforced gate and pulling up in front of a multimillion dollar mansion.

Armed guards were spread throughout the property, many guarding the doors and windows of the mansion. Some men had German Shepherds on leashes while they patrolled the area.

What the hell is this place?

The guard led the two of you towards the front door where a woman in a maid outfit met you. She walked you through the door and you scanned the room, taking in all the historic objects and artefacts displayed around the place.

"Take her upstairs. The Orinoco Room." The maid instructed the guard.

"This way." The guard said, grabbing your arms and pulling you towards the staircase.

You remained silent, following the man up the stairs while continuously looking around, noting every door and window in the building.

The man opened one of the doors and shoved you both inside. You stumbled forward from the sudden push, but managed to keep your footing before you turned and glared at the guard.

"Why are we here? Who are you working for?" Kie questioned.

"Dinner at eight. I'd clean up."

That was all the man said before he shut the door in Kiara's face. She quickly grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge.

"He locked us in." She sighed, moving away from the door.

"There's windows." You pointed out, already rushing across the room and pulling the lace curtain aside to open it, but froze when you saw just how many armed guards were outside. "Okay, that's not an option. What do we do?"

Kie shrugged her shoulders looking around the bedroom anxiously before she walked over to the opened closet where a bunch of identical red dresses were hanging. She stopped in front of the dresses and pulled off what looked to be a note stuck to them.

"It says 'pick your size.' They want us to get changed. Why?" She asked, holding the note out towards you.

You grabbed the note, reading the exact words she had just said before looking up at the red dresses in confusion.

"It won't be anything good. But, Portis said to do what they want. I say we get changed and play along until we know what these people want." You responded and Kie nodded in agreement.

She shifted through the multiple dresses finding the right sizes before handing one to you. You took it, double checking it was the right size and smiling softly at how well she knew you.

The two of you slipped off your drenched clothing and put on the red dresses, helping each other with the zips before you sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

You didn't have to wait for long though before the maid walked into the room announcing that 'he was ready,' whatever the fuck that meant. She led you out the room and back down the stairs before pointing to a room and motioning for you guys to enter.

Kie glanced over at you skeptically, and you wanted to reassure her that it was going to be okay, but you didn't want to lie to her, so you remained silent and took the lead, stepping into the room. There was a man by the table at the far end, his back turned to you while he poured himself a drink.

"Uh, hi?" You spoke up, not really knowing what you were meant to say.

The man suddenly turned around and your jaw dropped when you realised who it was.

Rafe Cameron.

Of course he was here. You should have seen that coming.

"No, I know you and Ward were behind this shit." Kie growled in angry, following you into the room.

"What are you talking about? Are you two trying to weasel in on my deal, right now? Is that what's going on?

Wait, what deal?

"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know." An unfamiliar male voice suddenly said.

You all turned to find another man across the room. He was dressed sharply in a dark suit and smiled in amusement as he stared at the three of you.

"Who are you?" Rafe questioned.

Well, good to know you guys weren't the only ones who didn't know who this random dude was.

"Me? My name is Carlos Singh. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Ms. Carrera, Ms. Routledge, I do apologise for the rough tactics in bringing you here. But, please, come. Sit down."

You stared at Singh for a moment before glancing between Rafe and Kie. None of you moved for a moment, but you all seemed to realise that this Singh guy was in charge, and it was best to do as he said.

You and Kie sat down by the window, but Rafe paused before turning back to the man.

"Rough tactics. What about me?"

"Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretences. But the ends justify the means; I'm afraid." Singh replied, pouring himself a glass of what looked to be whiskey. "Sit down. We have a lot to talk about."

Rafe exhaled loudly, but sat down in the other chair while Singh remained standing in front of you. Trying to assert dominance with his height no doubt.

"Why are we here?" You asked, getting straight to the point.

"Well, Ms. Routledge, Ms. Carrera, Mr. Cameron, we share certain interests, you know. Objectives."

"Is this not about the cross?" Rafe questioned.

"It is. Tangentially, it is about the cross, but it's also about something much, much bigger than the cross." He answered, looking up at a painting on the wall before turning back to you guys. "By orders of magnitude... the completion of a grand quest. You see, the story goes that 450 years ago, a Spanish soldier came out of the Orinoco Basin with a few gold beads. And when they asked the Spanish soldier, 'where the beads came from,' the Spanish soldier replied he got them from peaceful Indigenous tribe who lived in a city of gold."

You glanced over at Kie and she met your gaze briefly before looking back at Singh who continued to talk.

"El Dorado. And for the next 450 years, people tried to find that gold, you know. They tried. Conquistadors, knights, captions of ships, tribes, entire nations. All fighting each other in a race for the end of the rainbow. Thousands of lives laid on the pyre of gold fever. And it falls to me, you know. It falls to me to complete the task. To bring full circle a quest that has gone on for almost 500 years. Perhaps... perhaps the greatest quest in the history of the western hemisphere, you know. And you three... you three are going to play a part in that. What about you, Ms. Carrera? Are you interested in history?"

"I'm more of a future person." Kie answered.

"Yeah, I didn't listen to a word you said, okay? How much you gonna keep philosophising?" Rafe questioned bluntly.

Singh chuckled, "you are direct, aren't you, Mr. Cameron?"

"What do you need from us?" You asked, trying to draw the attention away from Rafe because you knew if he kept talking, he would say something that would get you all killed.

"I've come to believe that you and your friends are in possession of something that can help me get what I want. An old manuscript. A diary, actually."

Denmark Tanny's diary? That diary?

"I have no idea what your talking about." Rafe responded, and you wished you could say the same.

You remained silent, wanting to see how Kiara wanted to play this. You guys had a copy of the diary. But, you didn't want to give it to this guy, that was just destined for trouble.

"This is ridiculous. I don't know anything about a diary." Kie eventually said and you nodded in agreement.

"But how else could you have learned that the cross was on the Royal Merchant?"

You shook your head, "look, if we knew about this diary, we would tell you, okay? We don't know what you're talking about."

"I was hoping you wouldn't say that, you know. Because unfortunately, I don't believe you. You and your friends here couldn't have found the cross without it."

"He's not our friend." Kie corrected, glancing over Rafe.

"We can't all be friends, you know." Singh responded.

"Look, this is ridiculous. Okay? I'm out." Rafe announced, standing up and walking towards the exit, only to be blocked by one of the armed guards.

"Do I look like a fool to you, Mr. Cameron? Do I look like a fool to you? You have the cross. Their and their friends had the cross at one point. So one of you has the diary. And if you really don't know, then I suggest you convince your friends to tell me." Singh explained, pointing at you and Kie. "Once I have the diary, you'll be free to leave. Enjoy the grounds during your stay. I must warn you, though. I'm not a man of infinite patience. You have one day. Go to the window for a little demonstration. I think you'll enjoy it, you know."

Singh glanced between the three of you before he walked out the room. The guard closing it behind him before you heard the lock click shut.

He had locked you inside, again.

Rafe rushed towards the door, trying to open it, but you didn't bother. It was locked. You weren't getting out unless Singh wanted you out.

You and Kie walked over to the window, waiting to see what this 'demonstration' was going to be. Rafe joined you a moment later and you watched as a guard pulled Portis out from around the corner.

He was shouting something at the guards, but it was mumbled, you couldn't understand what he was saying before he was pulled away out of sight.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Rafe asked.

"I know him. That's Jimmy Portis. He was trying to help us." Kie answered, watching in confusion.

Singh suddenly appeared outside walking in the direction that the guard had took Portis before he paused and turned, looking up at the three of you in the window.

He pulled out a handgun from the back of his waistband, his eyes glued to you before he smirked and walked off out of sight.

"You don't think-" you began to say before a gunshot blasted from outside causing you to flinch. "Yeah, okay, never mind. This guy is fucking crazy."

"This diary. No bullshit. Don't bullshit me. Okay? Do you guys have it?" Rafe asked, looking over at the two of you.

You shook your head just as Kie said, "no."

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Golden Hour

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: Inspired by this fanart by @divine-draws - a lazy, sleepy morning for Steve and Eddie

CW/TW: n/a, this is pure fluff

Word Count: 1K

Author's Note: requested by @thefreakymunson <3

Light shone through the blinds that Steve had neglected to close the night before bathing his room in the soft glow of the early morning light. As he slowly came to, he was made aware of the arm wrapped around him. He had gone to sleep with Eddie snuggled up to him as the little spoon, but at some point in the middle of the night, the metalhead had rolled over and buried his face in his chest. Not that Steve was complaining about it. He’d never complain about being close to Eddie.

If you had told King Steve that one day he’d be falling for the freak of Hawkins High, he would have told you that you were crazy. Then again, he would have said the same thing if you’d told him that the Upside Down existed, and yet, both things were true.

After the “earthquake,” Steve’s parents had decided that they were moving out of Hawkins for good. They left the house for Steve only because they knew they’d lose money trying to sell it. He didn’t exactly love the house. It had always felt so empty and lonely to him. But, they’d needed a place to hide Eddie during his recovery while he was waiting for them to find a way to clear his name. Steve’s big, empty house seemed like the perfect place, and Eddie’s presence made the house seem a little less lonely.

Somewhere between helping to nurse Eddie back to health and the government pinning the murders on Victor Creel, their harmless flirting had grown into actual feelings and self-discovery, and even when it was safe for Eddie to move out, neither of them wanted it to happen.

They still kept seperate bedrooms for the moments where they wanted some privacy, but they spent most nights together. Sometimes, it was for more carnal desires, but other nights like the night before were for comfort. Just knowing that there was someone else there made sleeping easier, and Steve had far fewer nightmares when he was holding Eddie in his arms.

Steve had slept through the night without a single nightmare, so he was in a particularly good mood that morning. He tightened his grip and pulled Eddie a little closer as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. This was his favorite place. Outside of his house, he couldn’t be as affectionate with Eddie as he wanted to be. He couldn’t put a label on whatever it was they were or show him off the way he would have with any of the girls he’d dated in the past. But safe within the four walls of his bedroom, he could show Eddie just how much he truly meant to him with the single soothing motion of his fingers gently tracing up and down his back.

“Too early,” Eddie groaned as he snuggled deeper into Steve’s chest. “Go back to sleep.”

“You say that every morning.”

“And every morning, I’m right.”

This was the game they played most days. Eddie complained about being woken up to see just how much affection he could weasel out of Steve, and Steve was happy to give it. They had both been so touch-starved before their relationship started that every lingering touch left them reeling. Now, it took a little bit more to get each other worked up, and each touch was more meaningful. Steve could show that he loved Eddie without having to say the words that he was so afraid to put out there.

“Do you really want to go back to sleep?” Steve asked. The hand that was rubbing Eddie’s back moved upwards to tangle into his hair as he started to massage the back of his head. “Because I think you’d much rather stay awake with me.”

Where Steve hated anyone touching his hair, Eddie was the exact opposite. All Steve had to do was wrap one of Eddie’s curls around his finger, and the man was putty in his hands. When Steve was feeling especially nice like he was that morning, he’d thread his fingers through Eddie’s hair and take his time gently scratching at his scalp. It was pure bliss, and Steve relished in the look that always graced Eddie’s face at the touch.

“You sure about that?” Eddie replied with a contented sigh. “Because you know how relaxing I find this. I could fall back asleep at any moment.”

“Maybe I just think you deserve a little extra affection.”

“Maybe I’ll let you give it to me.”

Eddie adjusted the way that he was laying against Steve so that he could rest his chin on the other man’s chest and look up at him.

“You’re too far away,” Steve pouted as he circled his arms around Eddie.

“I am quite literally laying on top of you. I couldn’t be closer if I tried.”

“I can’t reach your lips from there.”

“Why should I kiss you? You won’t let me sleep,” Eddie teased. He was only prolonging the inevitable. He couldn’t resist when Steve got needy. Partially because there were times where he found it hard to believe that any of this was real. Times where he couldn’t fathom that he was actually in Steve’s bed or that he was wanted there. Needed even. So his wandering hands and kisses kept him physically in the moment. Helped him to believe that the affection was real and wasn’t disappearing anytime soon.

“How about this? You come up here and give me a real kiss, and we can sleep for at least another hour,” Steve suggested.

“Two hours?”

“Okay. Two hours.”

“That I can agree to.”

Eddie shuffled his way up to capture Steve’s lips in a sweet kiss. He pulled away almost too quickly before rolling Steve over slightly to be his little spoon.

“Such a tease,” Steve laughed. “That was barely a kiss.”

Eddie playfully bit Steve’s shoulder as he draped his arm over Steve’s waist, their legs tangling together instantly.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Eddie promised. “In two hours. After I sleep.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

And so the two fell back asleep wrapped up in each other’s embrace feeling the love between them even without having to say the words.

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 8 months

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May I please request “You’re perfect just the way you are” for Peter please? Istg, our short king deserves so much love.

uuuugh you're so right!! give him kisses ;w;

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28. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Most of the time, you can’t blame PETER for being angry and bitter.

He’s a man who the rest of the world look at as if he’s a child. If someone doesn’t disbelieve him that he’s an adult, they’re making fun of him because he looks different than other men. It’s not even only him; the rest of his family have been outcast, mocked, jeered at, derided, just for existing in a way that isn’t the way many people exist.

It’s wrong and horrible, and you can’t fault him for being furious about the way he and his loved ones have been treated.

… But he never acts like this. He never just lies in bed, curled up, huffily scooting away from you every time you try to touch him. For all his insecurity, he’d rather let it burn brightly and deny to the world that anything is ‘wrong’ with him, instead of letting himself get lost in it and isolate himself in sadness.

You’re not sure exactly what happened. You could wager a guess, of course. The only words he’s spoken to you are to tell you that you should get out, you should leave him, you should go find a real man instead of half a man.

Like hell that’s happening. Whether he likes it or not, he’s a real man. So you’re not going anywhere, no matter how much he tries to push you away.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on,” you sigh as you stretch out next to him. If he actually doesn’t want you here, he has no qualms at all about kicking you out of the bed or out of his tent. (He’s done it before when he needs time to himself, so there’s nothing stopping him from doing it again.) As long as he doesn’t do that, even if he’s upset, there must be some part of him which wants you here. “And I hate to be the one to tell you, since you don’t already know, but you’re stuck with me.”

He scoffs, although it sounds significantly less frustrated than usual. He just sounds… defeated. “Wot are y’ stickin’ round f’r, anyway, ‘uh? Wot y’ think’s gonna ‘appen? Y’re gonna get sick’a me. Ain’t gonna marry me ‘r nothin’. I wouldn’t marry me. Y’re gonna get tired’a ‘avin’ t’ bend down t’ kiss me, ‘r y’re gonna get irrita’ed with me not bein’ able t’ reach stuff without climbin’ on somethin’… ‘ow many more times can y’ take people askin’ if I’m y’r son before y’ get fed up with it?”

The way he curls in on himself makes him look so, so small and vulnerable. As if he really, truly thinks there’s something so fundamentally wrong with him that you’re going to just stop loving him one day. “Y’ can’t promise y’re gonna stick round,” he mumbles. “Y’re gonna find somethin’ y’ can’t deal with. Somethin’ about me that jus’ ain’t worth it. Always ‘appens. ‘Cause God was prob’ly fuckin’ drunk when ‘E made me. Jus’ a joke. Jus’ stupid. Go on, then, get movin’.”

You’re certain he expects you to just leave after all that. Surely, he’s said similar things to other people who’ve left him. The only thing you know about that part of his past is that he’s told you that very few people have ever stayed longer than a month or two with him, if that.

You don’t want to be like everyone else. You want to stay.

“I don’t believe God was drunk when He made you, Peter. I think He just… knew the same thing that I do.” You gently wrap your arms around your lover’s middle, pulling him closer to you. Despite the fact that he fusses a little, (making these little sounds that mean he just doesn’t know what to do with your kindness), he settles into it quickly. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

When you get a snort of disbelief for your trouble, you simply draw him in against your chest, pressing a kiss into his hair. “If I don’t think you’re perfect, then why do I smile when I get to cuddle with you in bed? Why do I always start the applause after you and Wendy do your performance? Why do I wish you had a surname so I could imagine it following my first name?”

You only know that he’s starting to cry because of his breathing. Because he always does those short, quick, copious breaths when he’s trying not to lose control and start sobbing.

Has he ever noticed any of these things before, excepting the last one? Did he not realize just how wonderful you think he is and how happy you are that he’s alive so you get to share your life with him?

“I love you, so much.” You nestle your face into his neck, and you let your hands slip up under his shirt. “If you want me to show you just how perfect you are, I can.”

Of course… you don’t want him to think that’s all he’s good for. “Or I can just lie here and tell you every single little thing I love about you,” you whisper into his ear, before ducking back into his neck to kiss the tender skin there. “Your call, sweetheart.”

His breathing goes funny, in a different way. You wonder if he’s conflicted about which he should choose; sex or compliments. As it happens, you’re capable and willing of giving both. You’re just not about to take advantage of him in a bad moment.

At last, he shifts around to reach down, curling his fingers around yours under his shirt.

“Keep talkin’,” he murmurs. “… But keep y’r ‘and right there while y’ do.”

#onehellofashadynerd #Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Peter #reader insert #romantic #hurt/comfort #BWAAAAAAH HE DOESN'T DESERVE THISSSSSS #we gotta make him feel LOVED #one hell of a queue

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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To Love Who Wears The Crown Pt. 7

Pairing: Modern Royals: King!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: I don't think there are any warnings here tbh they discuss the kidnapping stuff

Genre: sorta fluff maybe a little angst

Summary: You meet the king of Andia by chance when he hosts a ball and he's immediately taken with you, enough to invite you to spend your summer at the palace with him while he formally courts you. Although he's everything you could dream of from the moment you arrive, nothing is ever straightforward in the world of powerful people. Who would have thought that when you tripped over his feet at a dance you'd eventually have to find out what it means to love a king.

***

The first few days after your return are hard. Every small sound makes you panicky. You're skittish and nervous and refuse to be left alone. Sam or Steve is with you when Bucky can't be and if none of them is available Kate stays with you. She seems to be doing well with the guard so far and has basically become your personal guard. The only time you're alone is when you have to take calls from Weldon to check on Monica. You still haven't figured out a way out of this situation and it's making you more nervous as your announcement party draws closer. You managed to get it pushed back another week when you got back, using the excuse that you were too shaken up to think about celebrating but you didn't want to put it off for long and give Bucky the wrong idea. You know your behaviour is worrying James, you can tell by the way he dotes on you more than usual. He hasn't pushed you to talk about your kidnapping but you've finally decided it's time to talk to him. Kate follows you down the palace halls as you make your way to Bucky's office.

"You're walking so fast Lady y/n. What's wrong?" Kate frowns.

"I have something important I've been needing to talk to Bucky about and I've wasted enough time stalling since I got back." You explain to her.

"Geez." Kate says under her breath. You pull open his office door and three heads turn to you. Nat and Steve seem to have been deep in discussion with Bucky before you walked in.

"Oh- sorry to interrupt I didn't realize you were in the middle of something." You say.

"Come here." Bucky holds a hand out to you. You walk over to where he's seated and place your hand in his.

"I didn't mean to interrupt." You say.

"Don't ever apologize for being anywhere that I am doll. Okay?" He says, looking at you.

"Okay." You whisper.

"Now, what is it?"

"I need to talk to you about something, but it can wait if you're busy." You tell him.

"Leave." He says.

"Buck we're in the middle of-"

"Steve, it can wait." Bucky says, cutting him off. Natasha rolls her eyes and walks out with Steve behind her.

"I'm never too busy for you. What is it y/n?" Bucky asks.

"Actually this is kind of sensitive so I'd rather we talk about it away from the palace." You tell him.

"Away from the palace?" He frowns.

"Can we go to your little cave spot? I know it's cold but we need to be alone. Please?" You ask.

"Of course." Bucky stands. Bucky leads you quickly out of the palace and through the gardens until you reach the cliffside. You walk through the dark cave and eventually pop out at the lake where you let out a calming sigh. "What's all this about y/n? Is everything alright?" Bucky looks at you with concern.

"No- everything is not alright. We need to talk about my kidnapping." You say.

"Only if you're ready to talk about it. Don't feel like you have to for any reason y/n."

"James you have a rat." You sigh.

"A rat? There aren't any rodents in the palace." Bucky shakes his head.

"No James not a rodent. Someone in that palace is working against you with the king of Weldon. It's why I asked you to bring me here." You say.

"There's a traitor?" He blinks at you.

"I’d guess several. It's how I got kidnapped I'm sure. It’s the only thing that makes sense. They came in through my balcony without anyone noticing and somehow the king of Weldon knew the nature of our relationship and knew you were planning a ball soon. A ball you hadn't even announced yet. How would he know that?"

"Unless someone inside was feeding him information."

"Exactly."

"Do you have any idea who it is?"

"Not yet. The palace staff is huge and truthfully it could be anyone, but I figure it's most likely someone close enough to one of us to observe details of our relationship. A guard maybe or- one of the dinner staff who serve us."

"Wait a second so you were kidnapped from your balcony?"

"Yes." You nod.

"The guards at your door claimed they didn't hear anything at the time of your disappearance- I almost had them killed on the spot." Bucky scoffs.

"You didn't though, did you?" You frown.

"No. Though I'm starting to think maybe I should have- especially if there's a traitor among us."

"Hang on how did you find out I was missing?"

"Izzy, she went into your room or something, saw you weren't in there, asked the guards if you told them where you were going and they said you hadn't left." Bucky explains. "Now that you're telling me someone can't be trusted it makes sense that the guards didn't hear anything-"

"Actually Bucky that might be because I was unconscious before I could scream so- unless they made a significant amount of noise while moving me, there's no reason the guards outside would have heard me getting kidnapped. I don't remember who was posted that day, but I don't think them not hearing anything is enough reason to throw them into extra suspicion."

"We have to find out who it is y/n. A traitor weakens the whole kingdom." Bucky says.

"Yes, I know. We have to be discrete though. The king of Weldon is having me watched I'm sure. You can't do anything until I manage to catch the traitor."

"Until you manage to catch the traitor? Do you have a plan?"

"Not yet- but I'm working on one. You can't get involved, but I want you to know because, you know, you have to be careful. Please, be mindful of who you're trusting in the palace." You say.

"I understand but you have to be careful too. Especially if you're trying to catch this person on your own. Don't do anything overly risky." Bucky tells you.

"Yeah- I know. I'll be safe. We should go back now, so you can finish your meeting."

"You're sure? I can stay with you if you want." Bucky suggests.

"Honestly Jamie there's not a moment I don't want you to stay with me, but I'm not unreasonable. You stopped your meeting to talk to me, that's really sweet but you do have to do your job." You laugh.

"I mean I don't have to. We could just play hooky." Bucky smirks.

"Your majesty, how bold of you to suggest." You giggle.

"What can I say? I'm full of surprises." He winks at you.

"How about today, you go finish your meeting while I plan how to catch Judas and we play hooky on another day." You suggest.

"You're no fun." Bucky jokes.

"You're ridiculous." You scoff. "Let's go back now, I'm sure Steve and Nat will start looking for you again soon, plus it's cold." You take his hand and head back through the cave towards the palace.

"I know Nat liked you already but I truly think you've won her over with the whole not letting me slack off thing." Bucky chuckles. The two of you walk back to the palace where Kate is waiting by the main entrance.

"Y/n, your majesty, you're back." She says, standing up.

"Hi Kate." You say to her.

"Hi Kate." Bucky smiles.

"Alright, you go find Natasha and Stevie." You tell him.

"Yes ma'am. I'll see you as soon as I'm done." Bucky says, kissing your cheek.

"No rush, my love." You smile at him.

"You guys are so cute wow." Kate gushes as the two of you walk back towards your room while Bucky heads the other way.

"Thank you Kate." You chuckle.

"What's it like dating the king? I mean, he's a pretty alright boss but he doesn't seem all that nice except for when he's around you. It's like there's two of him. The calm and cool king who runs everything and scares people with his stone face and then the totally whipped softy who would like probably give up his crown if you asked him to." Kate rambles.

"Kate." You laugh.

"Sorry- sorry it's just that, you know it's so interesting that he's so different with you."

"Do you expect your boss to be kissing you on the cheek Kate?" You chuckle.

"Well obviously not that but with how much he dotes on you it's curious that it doesn't show up really anywhere else. Like he reserves his softer side for just you."

"I wouldn't go that far. He's kind and fair to everyone I think, which is more than you can say for other rulers, but there's an expectation of kings, they're supposed to be somewhat unyielding and that can leave little room for softness." You shrug.

"Well yeah I guess that makes sense. Don't get me wrong he's a good boss. I've definitely had worse. I like that he's so nice to you. It shows that he has a softer side, even if he can't exemplify it professionally."

"I think what matters more than his kindness to me is his kindness to the people." You hum, entering your room with Kate behind you.

"Man I hope the king does marry you."

"Oh- thank you." You chuckle.

"I just mean that I think you'd make a really good queen. You complement him well and I think you'd have Andia's best interests in mind." She says.

"I appreciate your candor Kate." You muse.

"I know I have a tendency to talk more than I'm asked." She nods.

"I think it's nice. I'm sure it gets you into trouble but honestly walking through the halls and hearing no conversation most times is odd. James, Steve, Sam, and Natasha seem to be the only ones who like, talk often. None of the staff talks all that much."

"I think they're scared of saying the wrong thing and one of them hear." Kate tells you.

"I hadn't thought of that. I hope that changes if I stay here." You say.

"I hope so too. It's hard talking to people that do not engage. Like man you'd think they have no personality. That's not true though, some of them are super cool- but they're so scared to talk when they're not in the staff areas, like the kitchen."

"I know some of them are super cool, I make a point to talk to as many of them as I come across when I get the chance." You say. "Since you enjoy talking so much, why don't you tell me about yourself? Where are you from?" You ask her. Kate is quick to launch into stories about her home and growing up and you're happy to listen to her talk.

~*~*~

You pull open the doors to your room and step out to talk to the guards.

"Hey guys have either of you seen Izzy? I need to ask her something." You ask them.

"Oh she was on her way to you when she got a phone call- she went around the corner." One of the guards, Louis, tells you pointing in the direction she went.

"Thank you Lou." You nod heading down the hall to try and find her.

"You can't call me during the day like this it's too risky." You hear her hiss into her phone.

"I'm just trying to understand why there have been no updates." You faintly hear the voice of the other person.

"The ball was moved following her return a couple of weeks ago dad. No one felt like celebrating because she'd been missing for three days. It's rescheduled for the day after tomorrow so just chill. By the end of next week, King James will not be a problem." She says and you have to cover your mouth to stop from gasping. Izzy's the traitor?!

"You'd better make sure it happens." The other person warns.

"I'll try but she's never alone these days. Except when someone calls her about Monica. She's alright isn't she?"

"Of course she is, she's our bargaining chip. That's not your concern Isabel. Focus on what you have to do over there."

"I'm trying dad." She sighs.

"Do not let me down." You hear a beep signaling the end of the call and another drawn out sigh. You round the corner quickly to confront Izzy, grabbing her phone and looping your arm through hers. She gasps at your sudden presence and starts to stutter out something but you cut her off.

"We're going to go to my room and you're not going to cause a scene on the way there or I swear to you this will be your last day with all your appendages." You tell her calmly. She hardly breathes as you make the walk back to your room in silence.

"Lady y/n I-"

"Kate if you don't mind I need to discuss something with Izzy privately." You say. Kate, who had been sitting in a beanbag chair in your room, hurries to stand. “Stay close.” You add.

"Alright. I'll uh- I'll be around if you need anything. Just holler." She says before darting out of the room.

"You're a traitor." You say to Izzy.

"You don't understand-"

"No, I understand perfectly. You've been watching the king and subsequently me and giving information to the king of Weldon that he could use to his advantage. It makes perfect sense. I can't believe I didn't see it right away I mean I've been pouring over this since he mentioned it- the ball, how the hell did he know about the ball- we hadn't even made plans for it yet. But I told you as soon as I came back from lunch that day. How else would the kidnappers know when I would be alone in my room? Of course. it had to be you. I just- I can't believe this."

"I didn't want to y/n please, you have to believe me."

"Why would I believe anything out of your mouth?!" You scoff.

"The king of Weldon is my father." She rushes out.

"That doesn't help you-"

"He's my father, but I'm not- the queen wasn't my mother. He got my mother pregnant and for years he didn't even know I existed. I don't know when or how he found out but after the queen died he reached out to my mom saying he wanted to get to know me. My mother assumed he was genuine and hey I wanted to believe it too, after all, I was his only kid. But he sent me here. Told me my only use to him was helping him take down the king of Andia." She explains.

"And you just went along with it?"

"He threatened my mother! Told me if I didn't do as he asked he would have her exiled. She's lived in Weldon all her life, everything she knows is there I couldn't- I had to." Izzy's shoulders sink as she talks.

"Then who's watching you?" You frown.

"What?" She blinks at you.

"He's blackmailing you, as he is me. You're watching me but someone has to be watching you. If you're here by force there's no way he trusts you to work alone. Who else here is working for him?"

"I can't tell you." She shakes her head.

"You can if you want to live." You tell her.

"Y/n!" She gasps.

"Reasoning aside Izzy, you are still a traitor and if you refuse to give up the other people that pose threats to the kingdom I'll have no choice but to tell James you are guilty of treason."

"No- you can't." She breathes.

"Then tell me who else here is a Weldon spy."

"But my mother-"

"Your mother would be granted refuge here in Andia. Do what is right. Save yourself, save her so that I can save Monica and protect James." You tell her lowly. Izzy pauses for a long while before she lets out a sigh.

"Alright. I'll tell you." She relents.

***

Part 7/???

Tagged Users: @calwitch

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky #marvel #marvel fanfiction #To Love Who Wears The Crown #bucky barnes

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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hi it's 🍃 leafy!

My bf actually came up with the idea lol!

OKAY IMAGINE TRYING TO WAKE LEGOLAS UP AND HE'S JUST LIKE "no." SO YOU GIVE UP AND JUST SPEND SOME TIME IN BED WITH HIM 🥰🥰

But then you have to wake up to do your chores, Leggy still in head. Thranduil is worried and comes to look at him... BUT LEGGY THINKS IT'S STILL YOU TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP AND PULLS HIS FATHER TO BED AND CUDDLES HIM! LMAO!

Thranduil is a mix between awe and WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SON?

You return to see this too!

Please could you write this whenever you are feeling better? I wanted to send it in in case I forget, because I have the memory of a stupid minion!

Thanking you 💜💚

Dearest leafy anon, of course...this was a pleasure to write and here it is <3

Words: 1,5 k

Warnings: none

Characters: Legolas x reader, & Thranduil

“Prince,” you purred, laughing when Legolas merely nuzzled closer into your bare shoulder, “we’ve got to get up.”

“No.”

His definitive grunt, holding quite a bit of that stubborn haughtiness he got from his father, made you chuckle once more; Legolas was a dear creature – brave, generous, and kind – but he was also almost impossible to wake up in the morning.

Or at least that was your experience; it was true that he had accomplished exceptional deeds of valour and steadfastness in the past and you had often wondered how he had managed to defeat so much evil when you had to all but drag him out from between the sheets most of the time, but you had not been particularly eager to seek out the council of the king on that subject.

When awake and asked about it, Legolas would usually say that it was your warm, fragrant, comfortable presence that made him so reluctant to let you leave his arms and that, hence, he was easily dissuaded from starting his own day just yet.

Pressing your lips against his fair brow, you resigned yourself to whiling away a bit more time in his tender embrace. Even though you were fiercely aware of the duties awaiting you – piling up in your absence and promising a stressful day of running late for every one of them – you could not resist the seductive pull of his strong limbs that kept drawing you in until you lay – cradled safely – against his broad, muscled chest.

There was not a thing you didn’t love about him; you adored the way he smelled in the morning – green growth and fertile earth – and the feeling of his smooth skin under your dancing fingertips; idly, you pencilled a list of your plans for the day onto his collarbone in the invisible ink of your love and looked up just in time to see the dreamy smile that made his lips quirk.

Strands of his hair – shining silver in the early morning light filtering through the badly drawn curtains – wrapped around your fingers as you caressed his head as if his whole being was loath to let go of you.

“Legolas,” you tried again after another long moment of getting lost in his ethereal and almost heart-breaking innocence, “I really have to get up now. Join me, my love?”

He hummed vaguely and you sighed; extricating yourself from the sweet cage of his arms and legs coiled around like vines felt like tearing off your own skin.

If it had not been of the utmost importance that at least one of you should appear at the meeting about to begin, you would have liked nothing better than to stay holed up in your nest of tangled sheets and deep affection for little while longer.

Dressing quickly, you strode out of the room – regret shivering down cold and clammy your throat – and made your way to the meeting room before you could change your mind.

Legolas’ disgruntled moan had sunk sharp hooks of discontentment into your flesh that now released the slow poison of impatience into your bloodstream though; every step was torture and every breath you took shallow with yearning.

“It has been cancelled,” the king – holding a piece of bread slathered in honey – informed you dryly. When his eyes sought but did not find his son at your side, his brows rose in surprise.

Your anger froze into incredulity; this was just your luck – to have struggled so in vain – and a mean streak of petulance started to flare into life upon seeing the placid face of your father-in-law.

“Where is my son?” he asked, already casting aside his breakfast, and standing in a flurry of rich robes; apparently, you were not the only person who had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. In your case, the whole problem had been getting up at all, but Thranduil seemed considerably dismayed as well.

“In bed,” you replied curtly while eyeing the discarded food covetously; you truly hoped that Legolas would be down any minute and would hence join you while you were breaking your fast; otherwise, you’d prepare a tray and take it up to him for a romantic meal under the covers.

Uttering one of those non-committal guttural sounds that were so typical for Thranduil – at least in private - the king nodded and left the room without any further explanation.

Shrugging, you snatched a morsel from the leftovers of his meal and – while chewing slowly – you put together a solid meal for your beloved and yourself.

Puttering around, you suddenly became aware of how much time really had passed since you had first opened your eyes when the sun had reached a point in the sky from whence it could slant into the room and paint dancing flecks of gold onto the smooth floor.

When had you come down here by yourself? How long had Thranduil been gone?

Slightly worried yourself now, you wiped your mouth, lifted your carefully arrayed tray, and retraced your steps to check on your two favourite royals.

Legolas knew that he probably should be getting up and – just as he had almost convinced himself that lying in bed was not worth angering his father without having his beloved by his side – a warm hand came to rest on his bare shoulder.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed it and tugged, overjoyed that you had decided to skip the meeting and join him in bed once more.

“M’father can wait,” he mumbled, nuzzling into his pillow, and dragging your arm – when had it become so long? – over his shoulder to cuddle deeper into the stolen embrace.

This was just what he had needed: the warmth of another body beside him and the certainty that he was loved and protected here within these hallowed halls that kept the darkness of the world at bay.

The massive ring banging against his forehead made his eyes fly open though; your fingers were nowhere near as long as the ones he was holding, and he was sure that you had not been swaddled in the long robes that were now entangling his legs when you had left your chambers.

“Good morning, son,” Thranduil chuckled good-humouredly, relieved to find that there was nothing amiss with his Little Leaf other than laziness.

It had been years since he had last been invited to sit by his son’s bedside and caress his soft hair in comfort and solidarity; if he was honest, he often missed those fleeting moments of paternal pride and tenderness.

The seed he had cradled and nurtured had burst into bloom – shooting up and away from his roots at a dizzying speed – and it now no longer needed the affectionate tending of an old king; Thranduil hated having become obsolete in the life of the one he would have kept under his wing for all eternity.

Just in that moment, you burst through the door to find your venerable king half hanging off the bed you shared with Legolas, half thrown across that very same prince as if he was a light shawl one wraps around one’s shoulders against the autumn chill.

You blinked, but they were still lying thus, a grotesque painting of domestic and familial bliss.

Blindingly handsome, they looked as if poured out of the vat of starlight, as if moulded out of gold and silver, as if crafted out of diamond and moonstone, and a fond smile of emotion tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Father!” Legolas cried out, flinging away the arm hitherto slung around his shoulders with enough vehemence to all but toss the king out of the bed, “Whatever do you think you’re doing?”

“I was worried you were taken ill,” Thranduil griped, slightly vexed by his son’s reaction.

“I am not,” Legolas hissed, pulling the blanket up to his chin as if he’d never been seen undressed before, “now, if you would remove yourself from my bed, please?”

“Legolas,” you chided sharply, “your esteemed father and king has come to inquire after your well-being, the least you can do is be civil about your own lack of discipline.”

“Sorry,” Legolas muttered immediately, visibly chastised but meeting his father’s wounded gaze bravely, “I apologise, father, thank you for looking in on me and holding me as you’ve done all my life.”

A moment of deep complicity and unfiltered love played out before you and you felt humbled and honoured to be allowed to witness such a rare instance of earnest vulnerability between two fearsome warriors and dreaded foes to the forces of darkness. Then, as they both looked up at you rather sheepishly – silken hair dishevelled and light eyes flickering with embarrassment – you added: “Neither one of you has had breakfast…how about you both get your hair fixed and I’ll await you in the adjoining sitting room?”

As you walked over to the sunny room you had just crossed in such a hurry and laid out the breakfast, you sighed, they were chaos and mischief poured into shapely, living flesh, and you loved them more than words could say.

So, here's another Leggy story from me, featuring soft Thrandy and surprising cuddles!

Lots of love from me; I hope this was to your liking <3

#request #IDNMT answers #legolas #legolas x reader #thranduil #good dad #surprise cuddles #breakfast #fluff

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Hi hi! I was just thinking about something and I realized we never really got a scene of Rin apologizing for hitting Bon that one time during the Kyoto arc did we? If we did I seemed to have missed it, but if we didn't do you think you could write a little scene of Rin apologizing and maybe Rin explaining why he reacted the way he did?

I don’t think I’ve ever actually had Rin explain this scene. So all the kudos on finding a moment I haven’t written about, and I hope this fits what you were wanting. I made it friendship because BonRin wasn’t requested, but if you wanted something different, let me know :)

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“Suguro?”

Ryuuji looked over to see Rin standing a meter or so away. He hadn’t heard the halfling approaching over the sound of the crashing waves and the wind. The ocean seemed to be settling after the Kraken’s passing, but it was still tumultuous and loud.

“Hey,” he shifted on his spot, drawing his legs closer and settling his hands on his ankles. Rin jolted a little at the motion, and that made Ryuuji look closer. The other teen wasn’t exactly subtle at the best of times, and right now he looked tense as hell.

It had Ryuuji frowning. “What’s up?”

Rin swallowed and seemed to gather his courage. “Can I sit with you?”

Ryuuji shifted over to make space on the towel as an answer. Rin stared at it until Ryuuji patted it and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Rin plopped down in a gangly pile of limbs and promptly mirrored Ryuuji’s pose, but turned a bit to face him instead of the water. Ryuuji mirrored the pose, once again resting his hands on his ankles. It felt like there was going to be a serious sort of conversation, and he was a bit worried about the ‘why’ of it. He kind of thought they’d figured their shit out in the Impure King fight (and if he closed his eyes he could still the burn of rot in his lungs and the pain of exhaustion in every inch of his body) and anything else had been resolved on their sight seeing. Rin had even sat next to him on the bus ride out here. They’d talked and joked and it had felt like before, but… better? Looser at least. He’d felt easy, and Rin had looked comfortable too.

But it wouldn’t be the first time he’d missed something with Rin.

“Something on your mind?” He asked after a few seconds of awkward silence. Ryuuji was comfortable enough with silence, but Rin’s tail was flicking nervously against the towel, and it was already covered in sand. They’d have to remember to rinse it off along with Rin’s feet before they got back on the bus for True Cross. He’d flick it all over the place otherwise.

Shrugging that off, he fixed his gaze on Rin’s face. The halfling had his lip between his fangs, and finally blurted out: “I’m sorry!”

He did it much too loud for public, and in a sort of desperate, frightened way. Ryuuji reared back a little from the unexpected volume, and blinked a few times.

“Okay… what for?”

He’d accept the apology, but he’d kind of like to know the wrong first.

Rin sucked in a big breath and gripped his knee. “I punched you. Hard. Kinda tried to do it more than once.”

And just like that, Ryuuji was once again aware of the ache in his face. It wasn’t the first time he’d been punched. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time he’d been punched in the face. Shima and Konekomaru always did everything they could to keep him from getting those kind of hits, but they still happened and Ryuuji went hard to stop any kind of bullying which meant he was always pushing past them and tackling more people than was always wise.

Still, he’d never been hit like that. It had made him a bit dizzy for a bit and the second attack had made him fly. He was big. People didn’t send him flying back. Not since he was in elementary school. There was still a sizable lump on his face, and his split lip was going to be around for at least a few more days.

“Yeah. You did.”

Ryuuji blinked, fighting the urge to work his jaw a bit and see if the movements were still stiff. He’d already spoken a lot today and knew they were a lot better than they had been. The action would just make Rin feel guiltier.

“Can I ask why you did it? What got you so pissed?” He knew it was something with his dad, but he’d been so angry and hurt, and he hadn’t really listened to anything else in that moment. Just the broken hearted fury that always rose when his dad failed him again. And that had seemed like the biggest of betrayals. He knew it wasn’t now, but it had hurt more than the punch had.

Rin blew out a breath and scrunched his face up in consideration. “I guess I kinda owe you that, don’t I?”

He didn’t know the reason, so he couldn’t really say. He hadn’t explained why Rin had pissed him off so much in those first weeks, and it had upset him when he found out the others had told Rin about it all. (Well, not all. “They called us the cursed temple” didn’t come close to relaying how much they’d been bullied and belittled and ostracized from everything.)

He wanted to know what had caused it, because it seemed like a really big sort of thing, but he also… he didn’t want Rin to have to tell him. He wanted Rin to want to tell him.

He finally settled on a simple: “I’m just asking.”

“I, uh, wasn’t always like this?” Rin made a vague motion to himself that Ryuuji didn’t understand. “I was human most of my life. Or at least I thought I was? Anyway. I got into a fight a few days before classes started. Tried to stop some bastards from torturing some birds.”

“Birds?” What the hell?

Rin nodded. “He was shooting them and pulling their feathers out. Think he broke the wings on a few.”

He didn’t make a response, but he could feel his face contorting in anger. He’d have run in there too. Who the hell got off on torturing a bird like that? That was serial killer shit.

“Uh, it got kinda out of hand? I didn’t know the guy was possessed. He tried to stab me and that’s when my old man came in and started speaking weird verses — the aria stuff you do — and the demons died and this dark shit came out of Shiratori and he grabbed me and got me out of there. I didn’t get it, but he was trying to explain all of this—” Rin motioned to all of himself again “—and keep me safe. We, uh…” he trailed off, brows drawing together in obvious pain.

Rin didn’t exactly hide when he was upset, he hadn’t been quick enough to do that yet, but he also didn’t let the emotion linger. He always covered it with another one as quickly as he could. Like the Kyoto Tower insistence. He was terrified but instead of acknowledging and working through that fear, he’d covered it with bravado.

Funny enough, that punch was the only time he’d really seen Rin linger in the upsetness.

“You?” He enquired as gently as he knew how. As gentle as he’d be for Konekomaru, and gentler than he’d be for Shima.

Rin sucked in a big breath, and then just blurted a long sentence without taking another breath.

“He got me the koma sword and told me I was Satan’s kid and I’d always been an orphan and he’d never explained anything about it but I didn’t believe him and I told him he had to stop acting like my father because it was obvious he just wanted to get rid of me and then he doubled over and it all went wrong and there was blood everywhere and fire and Satan opened a gate right in the nave and they couldn’t stop him and I was stuck in that shit and couldn’t get away and I wasn’t supposed to open the sword but da—Shirou was dying and he stabbed himself to get rid of Satan and—I it’s my fault he died and I couldn’t—I didn’t— it was my fault, and I can’t let that happen again and I never—he died, and—”

Ryuuji, heart pounding in utter horror and breath locked in his throat in shock, shot forward and grabbed Rin’s shoulders, giving him a hard shake and stopping the overflow of words he’d just been hit with.

“Woah, woah! Hey, slow down. Just breathe, okay?” He wasn’t sure where he’d gotten his own breath, and his pulse was thundering in his ears as he ducked his head enough to get in Rin’s frantic eyeline. “Hey, I’m serious, just breathe for a second, man. It’s not gonna help you if you pass out.”

Rin gulped in a breath, eyes huge and watery and looking about two seconds from bolting. Ryuuji firmed his grip, determined that Rin would have to shove him again if he wanted to escape.

“Yeah. Good, just like that. Can you manage another?”

Rin did and relaxed the slightest bit. He’d poked holes in the towel with his nails, though they looked a bit more like claws now.

“Okay, good.” Holy shit.

That explained so much. It explained the tension between the twins, it explained the immediate rage at implying he wasn’t in this to win it, it explained the immense shame whenever his demon side was brought up, it explained the friendship between their fathers, and most of all…

It explained that punch.

Rin must have… shit, Ryuuji couldn’t remember exactly what Rin had said during the fight. He remembered a lot of “say your sorry!” and “you’ll regret it!” but it was all a hazy sort of blank out of that. A roar of tangled emotions and hurt as he lashed out at his father for the last failure he could stomach.

But the implications…

“I…” Fuck. What the hell could he say to all this? What wouldn’t sound like some shitty platitude?

“Anyway,” Rin interjected before Ryuuji could come up with anything more than it wasn’t your fault, “I got kinda scared when you guys were fighting. I didn’t want you… well. You know.”

“Well, I coulda done without the punch,” he said, speaking slowly and hoping this didn’t make it worse. He hadn’t had enough time to really learn how to read Rin, how to asses his moods and help in the best way possible, but he was pretty sure this would work, but it was a risk…

“But, I get that I’m hard headed and sometimes you gotta beat a message home.”

Rin snorted a bit, looking slightly less like he was inclined to run.

“We’re still gonna do it, you know.”

“Do it?” Rin asked, lifting his gaze from the towel for the first time. The bright blue of them looked more like fire every time Ryuuji looked, but now the sorrow in them was so damn obvious he just wanted to pull the other teen into a hug.

“Beat him. Together. We’re gonna kick his ass for all he took. He’s the damn monster, Okumura. Not you. That shit wasn’t your fault, and you know it. He’s a monster and we’re gonna make sure he’ll never do that shit again.”

It was obvious Rin didn’t believe him, but that damn mask was coming back. There was a fake kind of cheer covering Rin’s features. He’d fallen for that false bravado before, but the cracks in the mask were all he could see now.

“And, don’t let it go to your head or anything, but you were right.”

Rin perked up a bit, tail thumping a little as he did. “Yeah?”

Ryuuji rolled his eyes playfully, marveling out how little his face seemed to hurt now. He didn’t… the information wasn’t exactly welcome, not with how horrible it was, but this was a big thing. This was trust and understanding, and he’d return it as well as he could.

“I would have regretted it if things had ended like that. If you’d… If I’d just left it like that. But again, don’t go getting a bigger ego or anything.”

“Ah, come on, Princess. You can’t tell me I was right and then—”

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped and gave Rin a playful shove into the sand.

His tail whipped out of the way, whacking into the sand and sending some up at Ryuuji’s face. He spluttered in shock, and a handful of seconds later they were in a full wrestling match in the sand. The sand was entirely covered in the stuff, and it was everywhere. In Ryuuji’s hair, mouth, eyes, nose, hands, nails, on Rin’s tail and hair and nose and teeth. They laughed as they broke apart, trying to dust themselves off and fling more sand at each other, and when the others asked them what the hell had happened, Ryuuji just shook some sand on them.

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