#i want the colors to be the key ingredient so badly. some colors are just inherenlty nostalgic and i feel like

[clericlost]

think i might kill for will's painting to purely be a labor of love.     he's fifteen years old and largely self - taught,  art a well - oiled medium of expressing himself but only ever in ways he simply shared among friends.     he draws for fun and for others,  for himself when words aren't enough.     the chances the painting looks anything close to professional are slim,  or they should be.     i hope it looks lopsided and maybe even a little messy  ;  far from bad but just out of reach of something perfect.     it's the colors that make it beautiful,  soft blues and oranges,  a glow of pink,  liquid nostalgia on canvas.     it's the fact he's spent hours on it,  this bite - sized piece of himself he's feeling brave enough to share with someone so important to him,  just because.     unabashed affection and gratitude.     honesty.     that's what makes it beautiful.

#study. . .⠀meta #i can't stop thinking abt this now i need it to be bad #not Bad cause he's still been drawing since he was itty bitty but i don't want it to look incredible #i want it to look like a 15yo drew it as a gift for his best friend #i want it to look visibly anxiety - ridden but also visibly so so affectionate #shaking my screen rn #i know there's only so many ways you can convey these subtle ideas through art but also art is the best way to convey them #i want the colors to be the key ingredient so badly. some colors are just inherenlty nostalgic and i feel like #this snapshot memory of will's is almost frozen in time #if it is the playgound moment yk #this polaroid in his mind. a lens flare in his memory the sunlight hazier than it actually was #in that way only certain childhood memories are #i am asking for the impossible from the writers here but i'm going bonkers thinking abt it #this is what his painting is like TO ME. it's my blog and i'll clown if i want to....

[iphigeniainaulis]

Things That Make Us Happy

key words: Jean x Reader, fluff

The right way to one's heart is to find a shared hobby. If you are fortunate enough, you’ll become friends. And if not, well..at least you tried. 

Optimistic thoughts like this were definitely flaming in your mind when you asked Jean to kindly help you cook something for dinner.

Marinating chicken without Sebastian’s presence in the kitchen was an act of boldness even for Napoleon, so you decided to prepare something less sophisticated yet nutritious and tasty. 

Having picked up pumpkin pie for a dessert, you both took your position on the site. At first, everything went almost too smoothly. The two of you sorted the ingredients in colorful bowls, put on pair aprons and even had a good laugh after hearing Theo stepping on Lumier’s tail in the darkness of the library. 

And then it went completely wrong. 

You asked Jean to separate the yolk from the whites and went to pour some water in the pot. When you turned back, Jean was about to crush a small pyramid of eggs with his sword. 

— W-wait! Let’s do it this way…take a knife. 

— Got it.

But this was not the end of your adventures. After dealing with the ab ovo stage you allowed your sous chef to knead the dough. 

Little did you know about the consequences of it. 

Loud slaps and the sound of a rolling pin smashing the dough were threatening to turn the promised pie into a flat pancake.  

— Please, try to do it calmly. Here, let me show you.

— …I’m sorry, mistress.

— Don't call me like that!

You were examining what once served as a kitchen with a look of humility. Probably, Shakespeare would be proud of the two of you since you managed to create a self-made stage set for the last duel between Hamlet and Laertes. A trail of eggshells was like a shingle beach, and the yellow icicles made of dough and pumpkin juice somehow reminded you of tapestries fluttering on the walls of a medieval castle. 

Still, you were so proud of your team. The sight of the legendary French soldier peeling pumpkins with innocent delicacy and listening patiently to all your explanations spread sudden warmth in your chest, something sweet but painful — overwhelming fondness. 

You put the dough in a baking dish and lifted it up to Jean’s lips. 

— Some cultures believe that if you kiss the yummy before baking, you’ll put all your feelings in it and the food will be even more delicious. Kiss it or miss it!

Embarrassment was definitely breaking through the facade of distant coldness on his face, and you couldn't help but smile. In truth, you were really touched that not for a single moment did Jean consider your words as a joke — though they truly were the one. He was trying to figure out the message behind them and — oh, God! — was about to present you 1000 and 1 ways of performing the difficult task you gave him. 

— Is that…so?

But you were no longer listening to Jean. It required all your willpower not to rush in excitement and start jumping on one leg. You wanted to taste your cooking masterpiece so badly! What at first was just a poor attempt to spark a gloss of curiosity in charoite eyes now turned into a funny game — were the two amateurs able to catch a break? — in which you wanted to be on the winner’s side. 

— Come on, let's bake it! Though, I wonder whether we put too much cinnamon, and also…

The man’s handsome face was suddenly too close. A moment lasted forever — finally the night coldness of his lips touched the morning warmth of your cheek. It was a miracle that you managed not to drop the baking dish in your hands. 

There was a desperate need to say something, yet your heart was quicker than your mind. Jean was looking at you calmly, but you could see blushes covering the paleness of his skin, and it was merely as beautiful as the view of pink snowdrops breaking through the whiteness of snow.

— It should work.

— Jean..why on Earth did you do this?

— Mademoiselle told me to kiss her so the food would be more tasty, non?

— I was talking about the pie…

That evening the famous Arthur and Dazai’s ‘cheeks as red as an apple’ joke wasn't pointed at Isaac for the very first time. 

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen jean #ikevamp jean #jean d arc

[lovelyghostlyharmony]

how to train your dragon: how you met your dragon

Skrill-

Why did you do this? Are you insane? Just because you really want to train a dragon doesn't mean you let yourself be captured by Berserkers! You idiot! Well, to be fair, you did fly on one - for about a few minutes - then you fell and the Gronckle left you on the spooky island. And why you may ask? Because you didn't create a bond with it! And it was scared! It was a Gronckle! As you were pacing in your cell and waiting for Daggur to show up, a man suddenly broke into the hall. "We need you two outside! Some Whispering Deaths escaped!" And just like that, your guards disappeared.  Well, now you can escape - you only need to figure out how. You looked at the bars, trying to find a weak spot or something, but you didn't find anything. Ugh, if only you had a key!  You defeatedly sat down next to the bars, resting your back against the cold rocky wall. Are you going to die? Are you about to be slaughtered? Pf, you went to find a dragon and now you are going to be its food! This is surely your lucky day. You were just about to rest your head against the bars when you realized, that uncomfortable rocky wall wasn't upright. A little bit of the lower part was missing, making a distance between the wall and one of the metal bars big enough for you to crawl through. That's it! You can escape! You took your chance and began to run. You didn't remember where was the exit, so you just carefully followed your instincts. The very first thirty seconds went great, but then one guard spotted you. Oh no! You ran in a different direction and hide in a room. It was a really weird room, really. There were keys everywhere! Fortunately, the guard didn't think about checking the room, so you were safe... for now.

You looked around, admiring the key room. Well, it saved your life, after all. And apparently, it really liked you, because you spotted another door! You opened it and found dragon cages! There were no guards - they were probably still fighting Whispering Deaths - but there were lots of other dragons. Few Monstrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders, Gronckles, and at the very back of the room a Skrill. Yes. A Skrill! And not just any Skrill. It was the one that met Hiccup and Toothless. You were in shock at seeing it. Didn't Hiccup set it free? Why is it here? The Skrill is intelligent enough not to be caught! You curiously went to its cage and found out the Skrill was kept in a little pool of water, so it couldn't shoot the lightning. "You poor thing," you said, but the Skrill growled. He looked frightened and hide in the corner, so the only thing you could see were spikes on his head and dark purple color. You badly wanted to touch it, but you knew that it would hurt you. "I will get you out of there!" You run back to the key room and checked all the keys. All of them were marked - and one of them had Skrill word written all over it. "Yes!" you said to yourself. But that was when the guard finally found you. "There you are!" he hissed and went after you. You reacted quickly and run towards the Skrill. He wasn't happy to see you, but when you tried to open his cage, he came out of the darkness and exposed his teeth.  "It's okay. I want to help you," you whispered, but that was the time when the guard caught you. "No!" you yelled and tried to fight back but it was no use. The guard was stronger. You looked back at Skrill, finding him looking back. He wasn't exposing his sharp teeth anymore. He looked as if he was thinking. 'Well, hopefully, he is intelligent enough to see, that I am not his enemy,' you thought. 'Or else, I'll be dead.'  Just as the guard finally realized you're not fighting anymore, he loosed his grip. But that was a bad move for him because you easily slipped out. "Hey!" he roared surprised. But it was too late. You opened the Skrill's cage. You didn't know if you should have been scared or happy, but either way, it was your only chance. He was your only chance.

And he knew that!

That's why he quickly flew out of his pen, taking you by his strong legs, and passed the frightened guard. You just hang there, shielding your eyes from the wind and waiting for the Skrill to find the exit.

Now and there he shot the lightning, but it didn't scare you. You somehow started to trust him. Well, you saved him and now he is saving you - and that's enough to begin to bond with a dragon, right?

After he found his way out of the Berserkers' island, he landed on some rock. "Thank you," you said. He just purred, placing his body right in front of you, watching your every move.

You looked away. "It may sound crazy, but even though people are more afraid of you than of the Night Fury, I don't. I trust you." You reached out your hand towards him, focusing your eyes on the ground. "Do you?"

The Skrill placed his nose against your palm and you smiled.

"Now, what should we call you?" The Skrill looked at you with his big eyes, understanding your every word. Just as you were thinking, he shot his lightning towards the clouds. "Hm, Bolt?"

He didn't complain, so you smiled and scratched his scaly skin. "Bolt it is then. How about I introduced you to my family and feed you some fish?"

As much as Bolt enjoyed the scratching, he licked his mouth and lowered his body, so you could hop on. This was the start of your relationship.

Hideous zippleback-

It was late in the morning and you were just leaving your house. You had a great dream and you were well fed. 'Well, this is going to be a really good day,' you thought. You headed towards the woods and soon found a little cave. It was small as your bedroom and it had this really big opening that kind of looked like a large window.  "Hello," you greeted your two friends, Odias and Hanka. "Here is our sleeper!" said Odias amused, while he was drawing something on the paper. "Why do you always sleep so long? It's almost lunch!" "Gotta get my beauty sleep." You sat down next to Hanka and asked: "What have you guys been doing?" "Playing with Bea," she simply answered and took the little Terrible Terror from the ground. "She is so lovable, isn't she?" You looked at Hanka's bright red dragon and scratch it under the chin. "Yeah, yeah," you agreed, but you haven't sound as enthusiastically as she.  "Why don't you get your own little dragon?" She asked you and smiled at the thought.  "Err, but it's just a Terrible Terror. What's the point of having a dragon, if you can't ride it?" Suddenly, Hanka became angry. She couldn't believe what you just said! She felt insulted. "What's the point of having a dragon, if you're not brave enough to get one!" "What did you just said?!" You two stood up and faced each other. "I am brave!" It was normal for you to have a fight with Hanka. I mean, she has been your close friend since kindergarten and arguing with her was quite normal. "Then prove it!" "Fine!" And without another word, you left the cave. You needed to chill out. The forest was warm at this time of the year so you decided to take a short walk. "Not brave enough," you mumbled under your breath. "I'll show her." After like ten minutes, you found two Terrible Terrors playing with each other. You sat down next to them and they curiously came closer. You scratched one Terror's head and it purred. "You dragons are soo easy to get." You picked one up. "Come on. Let's get you to Hanka." Terrors still thought you are playing so they didn't mind going with you. They looked really happy, but you were so annoyed, you almost didn't see a movement from behind the bush. "Who is there?" you asked out loud while placing the Terror back on the ground. "Hanka?" Is she stalking you? Or is just someone pranking you? "Show yourself!"  The creature came from behind the bush and your eyes opened wide. It was a goldish green Hideous Zippleback with red spikes. Its heads were calmly looking from you to Terrible Terrors. The Hideous Zippleback probably sensed you were a friend to dragons and that's why it came from its hiding place. "Well, you will help me with my 'Hanka problem' just fine," you smiled, forgetting all about two Terrible Terrors. You reached your hand and touched one head. "But maybe I should name you first." You touched another head and scratched it. The Hideous Zippleback liked it and fought for your attention. It was amazing how one dragon can have two personalities.  "How about Vengeance and Revenge? I think it'll suit your next task."  *** "Where are you?!" yelled Hanka. "Look, I am sorry. I shouldn't have said you're not brave!" "Yes!" agreed Odias, yelling as well. "She is an idiot! Now don't be angry! Show up!" They have been searching for you in the forest for the last ten minutes and your amusement just grew. You have been looking at them from the sky (of course, you have been riding Vengeance and Revenge as low as possible for your friends not to see). "Show yourself! Please!" While Hanka yelled, Vengeance quickly showed Odias from the ground and put him onto his neck. He looked shocked but after he saw you, he grew mischievous as well. "Odias! Where are you?!" Vengeance and Revenge hid themselves in the bush and when Hanka turned around they roared.  "W-who is it?" She held her Terrible Terror so tight you had to cover your mouth not to laugh. "Now," you whispered to your new dragon and it jumped from behind the bush. Hanka fell on the ground looking pale as the moon and breathing heavily. You and

Odias burst in laughter, jumping from the dragon. "Got you!" "What?" asked Hanka. "That's my new dragon. Vengeance and Revenge," you said casually. "Still think I am not brave enough?" Hanka stood up - but she didn't look angry nor pale. She just looked sorry. "Ok. I am sorry. You got me." You two smiled. "But seriously, you've got yourself a dragon and named him Vengeance and Revenge just to show me up?!" "Yep." "Well, I should've known." "Wanna ride?"

(had to put that gif there lol)

Razorwhip-

It was that time of the year when Gothi gave you a list of ingredients you needed to find on the Healer's island. You really liked doing it. You had a free day for yourself just collecting flowers and stuff. Who wouldn't want that, really? Every time, you pick some random Gronckle to give you a ride, so you don't have to get to that island on the boat. You really liked Gronckles, but they weren't your type of a dragon. You wanted a strong and fast one. But there wasn't enough time to find you your own dragon, so you just used Gronckles when they were needed.  It was a really great day. Sun was shining, birds were singing and your basket was slowly being filled. At the time you were heading towards the rare yellow flower, you heard a loud sound - as if someone was smashing a piece of metal against another piece of metal. It was weird. As you were wondering what could be possibly making that sound you saw it. A female Razorwhip. From what you could see, it accidentally got its long neck in the rope that was hanging from the tree and when it was trying to broke free, it sliced the tree in half and as the tree fell on top of the dragon, it knocked off one big stone from the rock wall and that stone fell on the dragon's wing, trapping it completely. "Oh my gods!" you exclaimed looking at this mess. You immediately dropped the basket for Gothi and made your way towards the poor Razorwhip. Your steps were slow, but that didn't stop the dragon from being scared. It raised its tail and shot the spines but because of the fallen tree, it was unsuccessful. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you!" You made your way back towards your basket and found a dragon nip you store there for Gronckles. You picked it up and made your way back to the Razorwhip. You didn't get too close, of course, just enough for the dragon to smell the dragon nip. When you saw that the dragon relaxed, you decided to come even closer. And fortunately, the Razorwhip let you. You let her smell the green plant some more, but then you let it fell to the ground so you'd get the dragon's full attention. It was a girl - cause it had really long eyelashes - and her eyes were, unlike Windshears, red. But not bloody red, more like strawberry kind of red.  "Now let me help you," you said while reaching your hand. Razorwhip had to be really intelligent because it pressed its scaly head against your palm, letting you touch it. She probably knew you were her only chance now. After you caressed her smooth metallic grey scales on the head you took insight into her full appearance. Well, you definitely needed some help with that stone on her wing and also with that entire tree, but the loop on her neck could be removed easily straight away. "Now I will take my knife and cut that rope off your neck, okay?" you informed her. "Please don't freak out, I won't hurt you with that knife."

Razorwhip purred, so you carefully took out the knife from your pocket and did as you said. The dragon didn't even flinch. "You're a brave girl, you know?" you said happily because it went so easy. "How about I call you Fearless?" She looked happy since her neck wasn't in the loop anymore so you could tell, she was content. "Now how do I take care of this?" You made your way towards the stone and then the idea hit you. "Wait here I'll get some help!" Fearless roared for you, but you ran away. Soon, you came back - but on a happy green Gronckle. "We'll get that stone away, okay Fearless?" you asked and fly towards it. "Don't worry, it will be over soon!"Gronckle's strong legs lifted that rock up and placed it on the grass. Then you made Gronckle do the same with the tree. It was tough at first, but with Fearless's help, you actually managed to break her free. "That's it!" you yelled happily and quickly made Gronckle land on the ground, so you could hug Fearless. "I told you I'd help you. Is your wing alright?" She raised both of her wings straight up to the air, showing you her strength. You laughed and waved at the leaving Gronckle. "Now, do you want to help me found a yellow flower? After that, we'll get you some sea slugs and you could come home with me back to Berk!" You were really excited about creating a bond with her! But so was she.

#httyd fanfiction #reader insert #dragons #my imagines #imagines

[missnight0wl]

What do you think of Rowan, Ben, Penny and Merula's Patronus? Though I don't like Merula very much, I still think she is able to conjure one.

I’m putting it under the cut because it turned out a bit lengthy.

Rowan

I used to think of an Owl for Rowan because, y’know, it's “a symbol of wisdom” and all. But when I got this ask, I remembered that I found the site on Irish Astrology just days earlier – the same Rowling was using for birthdates and wand wood of the Golden Trio. Interestingly, each sign has assigned an animal there, and since the rowan tree is one of them, I decided to check it to find out that it’s a crane or a green dragon. A dragon makes me think of Charlie, but I did a little bit of digging on another option, and I have to say – I think I’m gonna stick with a Crane Patronus for Rowan.

This is what I found on the Crane symbolism:

Throughout Asia, the crane is considered as a bird of happiness and prosperity. The Japanese, Chinese, and Korean traditions relate it to longevity and fidelity.

Aristotle wrote about this bird that it always held a stone in its mouth so that if it fell asleep and the stone would fall down, the bird would wake. Thus crane symbolism came to be linked with vigilance.

I also checked Indian symbolism since Rowan is part Indian, and I found this:

[The Sarus crane] is also known as the eternal symbol of unconditional love and devotion and good fortune.

Interestingly, cranes are monogamous and they mate for life. That’s actually why in Japan, they’re often incorporated in wedding décor!

Overall, we have pretty positive symbolism. The parts about devotion and unconditional love sum Rowan up as a friend pretty well. We also have a part about vigilance which again is pretty fitting for Rowan who was probably the most aware from all of our friends that MC is indeed in constant danger – and that’s why they were suspicious of Ben (not because they simply didn’t like Ben – let’s remember that Rowan and Ben were friends at the end of a day).

Admittedly, “in some cultures, the meanings of crane birds can be negative: they represent deception, a harbinger of death, and even the symbol of the devil.” However, it’s actually a bit meta, considering all the people suspecting Rowan of being a traitor.

Ben

I really like the idea of a Lion Patronus for Ben. A Patronus form is not only about representing one’s personality, but also “the Patronus represents that which is hidden, unknown but necessary within the personality” - and it fits Ben’s bravery so nicely. I talk here mostly about Old Ben, but that’s also a pretty old idea of mine. I mean, Ben was always super brave when his friends needed it, he just couldn’t really accept it himself. I also find it kind of heart-warming to imagine Old Ben being intimidated by his own Patronus at first, only to become more and more comfortable around it with time.

Another thing, I remember reading once someone else’s point that it could be a funny reference to the Cowardly Lion from The Wizard of Oz – which, now that I think about it, Ben would be probably familiar with as a Muggleborn!

Now, as for New Ben… Well, honestly, I don’t think that Ben would be able to cast Patronus Charm at this very moment. He probably still feels too much guilt for Rowan’s death and whatnot. Still, I remembered a discussion I had with my friend after Rakepick’s Patronus was finally revealed, and she pointed out then that male lions tend to kill little cubs if they defeat a previous male lion and take over his pack. Y’know, to eliminate wrong genes. And you know what? It’s kind of what Ben did with his old self. Before the end of Y5, Ben had a pretty good understanding of bravery. There was that very sweet moment in the O.W.L.s TLSQ, for example:

But then, the end of Y5 happened, and Ben was like: “Nope. I know no fear and THAT’S bravery”.

Either way, I do hope that Ben will eventually return on his path of a healthy balance between his old and new self, and I have a feeling that a Lion would still be a pretty good match then.

Penny

Probably an unpopular opinion, but I always thought that Penny’s Patronus should be some kind of a predator. I once even proposed a Black Panther, but I didn’t have a lot of reasoning behind it, to be honest. Now, I think I’m gonna change it anyway, and I’ll say that Penny would have a Fox Patronus. This is information I found on it:

The fox is a natural trickster, and brilliantly charismatic. Those with this Patronus are often more reserved, but do have the social capability to speak to just about anyone. They are strongly ambitious and observant of the behaviour of others, watching key points in what others do and storing them for further reference, when they may need them. They are good talkers, meaning they can convince people to do what they want and make them think it was their idea in the first place.

Foxes are quick, intelligent and strongly ambitious. Although they are known for their cunning nature, they are very charismatic and easy to love. If your Patronus is a fox, you have an ability to think outside of the box and act quickly during emergency situations.

Penny is insanely ambitious about her Potions-making. She said on more than one occasion that she couldn’t pass the opportunity to brew more advanced Potion. She’s also obviously charismatic, and the part I might like the most is about “making others do what they want and even make them think it was their idea”. Because when you really think about it… it’s exactly Penny.

Like, making MC steal the ingredients for the Forgetfulness Potion and very similar situation again with the Draught of Peace (each time not even telling MC what it’s about until the very end). Making MC impersonate a Professor or a Prefect. All those situations could get us in pretty serious trouble. Yet, the best example in all of that is the Animagus TLSQ, in my opinion. 

The quest started with the rumours that Talbott is planning to become an Animagus, and so MC got intrigued and decided to help Talbott get ingredients, hoping that Penny could make an extra Potion for them. But then, it turned out that Penny doesn’t make the Potion for Talbott at all, and she wanted MC to take it instead. Moreover, Talbott was already an Animagus, so the whole story didn’t really make much sense from the very beginning. Now, it might be the case of Jam City screwing up badly in writing, but it doesn’t change the fact that this is basically what happened: Penny wanted to brew the Animagus Potion, so she sent Talbott to get MC intrigued in the whole thing, so MC thought it was their idea while Penny could brew her Potion. Now, tell me she’s not a Fox – especially that again it could’ve been pretty dangerous for MC if anything went wrong.

There’s also a part about thinking outside of the box and acting quickly during the emergency, and funnily enough, it’s also kind of true for Penny. The thing is that she doesn’t act well in those situations – but that’s a separate problem.

Also, I don’t know if you can tell it by now, but I totally believe that Penny should’ve been a Slytherin, and I will die on that hill. Just a digression.

Merula

Hm, how about a Mole? Or a Rat? :D Just kidding, of course. Mostly…

Seriously though, I had a bit of a problem with Merula. I thought of a Skunk or a Frilled-neck lizard at first, y’know, because they try to look more threatening as a self-defence mechanism. I considered a Yorkshire Terrier as well because they’re always yapping at bigger dogs. And while they kind of fit Merula, they’re definitely not perfect matches. Merula has no dog qualities whatsoever, and even though her aggression is probably caused by a lot of insecurities, skunks and frilled-neck lizards don’t really harm whatever threatens them. Merula does harm, whether physically or emotionally, and she’s pretty calculated in that.

So, I kept thinking about something else, and there was one option I was coming back to. And even though I didn’t fully like it at first, I think I’ll stick to it, and I’ll say that Merula would have a Black Mamba Patronus.

Here’s some information about Black Mambas:

Cloaked in the color of death and measuring over 14 feet in length, the Black Mamba is regarded as one of the most vicious snakes in the world. It’s also one of the most venomous. (…) Unlike many animals, which simply have an anger problem, Black Mambas are driven by an extreme form of fear-based aggression. Being exceedingly nervous, the slightest sense that the snake’s escape route is compromised may unleash an attack of unparalleled ferocity.

There’s also an interesting quote from the discussion on whether or not they chase humans:

No, they absolutely don’t chase humans. No snakes chase humans. However black mambas are so high-strung they’re practically hysterical the moment something makes them nervous, and they’re really not very intelligent. As a result, these snakes are extremely prone to absolute panic. If you corner a mamba, its fight/flight reflex is triggered, and it will freak out and try to fight you to escape. This involves wildly throwing itself around and biting you like 60 times in a row, if you don’t get the blazes out of the way. (…) And they’re not very good at evaluating the level of danger they’re in. Or… much of anything.

… and that’s basically Merula. She’s in a constant state of panic that people are better than her. Especially in earlier years, she constantly felt threatened by MC’s mere existence, even when MC was clear they just don’t care about her – so she was attacking. All. The. Freaking. Time.

Moreover, snakes in general are often associated with deceit, so there’s that.

Of course, there’s also much more positive symbolism around snakes, like a rebirth, transformation, or heling. And while I have no doubts that Jam City won’t give Merula a proper redemption arc (because they're too lazy about it), she clearly is a character who’s supposed to be all about redemption. So, I guess that’s another reason why a Black Mamba would fit nicely, even though it seems a bit stereotypical for a Slytherin (then again, Merula totally should’ve been a Gryffindor, but that’s a topic for a different discussion).

#long post #hogwarts mystery #hphm #rowan khanna #ben copper #penny haywood #merula snyde #patronus #about characters #ask #anonymous

[writing-the-end]

LoL Chapter 38- Potions

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Redland, the capitol city of magic, where the hermits hope to gather the supplies they need if they hope to survive the Hangman’s Playground. While Etho and Stress are gathering potions, they meet unlikely allies- with closer ties than they expect.

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Redland stretches to the sky, the quirky nature of magic on full show even in the architecture of the city. Towers peaked with rotund pinnacles, painted bright and distinctive colors. All levels of the city are full of the bright, baubled roofs. The main street and busy sections of the city are perfectly manicured, hedges with vibrant flowers and verdant greens, but when the hermits look down calm alleys and quiet streets, nature has settled against the brickwork and grown between the cobble, nature filling in with it’s own eccentric accents. 

The hermits wander through the city, an eclectic town full of wandering walkways, silent speakeasies, and unique universities. The schools of magic sit across from each other, students of offensive magic having lunch with students studying performance arcana. Bright banners wave in the breeze. Shops are full of any and every kind of item, a bazaar of the magic and mundane. Some shops boast large inventories, enchantments made enmasse and sold to large crowds- glamors were a favorite. Others host the antique and unique. No rhyme or reason what they hold, useless lamps next to powerful staffs.

TFC turns to Xisuma. “Can you divvy up the gold? We can cover more ground finding supplies for our mission if we separate.” 

“What I wouldn’t give for that sky kid’s magic right now.” Xisuma sighs, digging out the gold and handing it off to various groups of hermits. 

Stress and Etho glance at one another. “I think we’re gonna look for some potions firstly. If we go to the alchemy academy, I’m absolutely positive we’ll find somethin’.” 

“And if not, we can… convince a student to help us get what we want.” Etho pats his back, feeling his kusarigama tucked in his light, silent material. 

“Don’t forget to ask about the ingredients!” BDubs shouts as the two walk away, towards the bright green and yellow tower that holds the school of potion brewing. “Silvershade is not the same as Shadesilver!” 

Stress shakes her head, and challenges Etho to a footrace through the city. He accepts with a grin, and they take off down the main avenue. She laughs, feeling a sense of freedom in how strong the magic is in the city. Redland embodies everything magic is. It’s natural, it's eclectic, it’s bright, it’s unique. And every flower blooming in between the cobblestones, every shop full of mysterious wares and magical amulets, is full of that spirit. 

She turns her head, calling back to Etho from over her shoulder. “I’m gonna win, try an’ catch me!” 

From beneath the midnight blue mask that covers Etho’s nose and lips, a coy grin appears. He’s given Stress the lead, only to shock his friend when he wins. His mismatched eyes glimmer with mischief, and he turns. Running straight into a tree. 

Straight into a tree’s shadow. He leaves the plane of existence, and skids on his feet as he enters the shadow realm. Grey, calming mist dances through shadows, and his feet tapping through puddles of water across the floor. In all the time he’s spent in this realm, he can never truly understand it. He doesn’t know why it’s so misty, impossible to see more than a few meters in front of him. Or where the mist comes from, dancing in the darkness. Why it’s damp, like a rain had just occurred. He’s never seen it rain here. He also has no clue why it smells funky in here. Like a wayward explosion matched with rotten fish. Is there even anything more than a puddle around here? 

No matter. Etho’s winning this race. He takes off in the direction he and Stress were running, feeling himself pass through buildings, hedges, even people in the other realm. It’s a tingly feeling in his belly. Once he’s sure he’s made it to the alchemy school, he casts his magic, tossing it in front of him to reenter the mortal realm. 

He passes right through it. He stumbles and crashes to the floor, not so ninja-like. “Dammit, no not now!” 

There’s no discernable shadows for him to jump through. The sun must be tucked behind a cloud. Too big a swath of darkness for him to use, too general. He paces, tossing a circle with every turn of his heels, running through each time. He did this to beat Stress, being a badass and a bastard. He specializes in that delicate balance of the two.  But instead, he’s stuck in the stinky shadow realm, and worse he lost the footrace. 

His spell casts again, but when he walks through this time, he’s met by the blinding bright light of the sun. And Stress’s gleeful cackle. “You cheated! None of that magical stuff!” 

“What does it matter, it didn’t work.” He states, but he’s smiling all the same. Etho runs his hand over his white hair, tugging it away from his face so he can see the alchemy tower in full. “Should we check the shops first? What are we even looking for?” 

“Queen Erlea said we’re gonna need some healing potions and deterrents for the forest. I can assume mental and emotional potions are in that category.” Stress counts along the street full of potion shops, before spinning around and letting fate decide where they search first. A bright green shop, the window filled with potted plants and chaotic cats. Stress squeals at the sight of the kittens and bolts to the shop. Etho follows behind, grabbing the door before it can slam back to it’s jamb, without disturbing the sunbathing felines. 

They peruse this store. And the next. And the next. Finding healing potions was easy, and with Etho’s aggressive bartering they’re even discounted. Bottles of bright pink liquid, bundles of travel sized form- gummy chews easy to pop into one’s mouth-, and tiny tinctures full of potent life saving potions. 

But no matter what store they enter, how many times they ask or persuade, no one sells mental potions. Some say they’re pseudomagic, others that they’re too hard to create. And after being kicked out of another alchemy shop, Stress and Etho are sitting on the sidewalk, bouncing ideas across each other. 

“Maybe we don’t need them? Maybe the others will find supplies that can do the job?” Etho offers. 

“Or perhaps we can search Joe’s library to find something else.” Stress flops back, ignoring how she blocks the sidewalk as she stares up at the sky. “Where can we get mental barrier potions but Redland?” 

“Why not try making them ourselves?” Etho looks over, gazing at the Alchemy tower. “I bet that school has every book, ingredient, and setup ever invented. We’re clever and smart, we’re hermits after all. If no one makes them, we’ll make them ourselves.” 

Stress reclines up to her elbows, squinting her eyes. “Yer right, Etho. Think you can get us into one of them potion rooms of the school?” 

“Do I think I can? I know I can.” Etho snickers. They walk through the open doors of the school, bustling past students young and old, human or kipling or insectia or even bacca, boy or girl or otherwise. Etho pulls down his mask to fit in with the crowd, though his hair always sticks out. Stress keeps close to him, glancing around the halls. For a second, she swears she sees someone looking at her, but she ducks her head and keeps moving. They turn a cornerl, following the signs for potion labs. Listening for one room to be empty. Etho stops at the doorway of one. Closes his eyes, and walks through a shadow. 

But he returns from where he entered. “No, no it’s all dark in there! Why don’t they have anything boiling, any lamps or anything! What kind of lab is this?” 

“My lab, and what do you plan to do with my laboratory?” A strong, clear voice cuts through both hermits like a knife, and they both freeze. Maybe if they don’t move, the voice will move on. But instead, another voice rises up. 

“You’re hermits, are you not?” A younger, sharp voice drawls. “I was told about you. Didn’t expect two of you bitches to be sneakin’ into my professor’s lab.” 

Etho makes a bolt for the nearest shadow, but he passes right through the shadow and back into light. Stumbling down the hall, he’s dragged back to the professor and student combo, while Stress is turned around to face them. Etho taps his fingers. “We were just… looking around! Trying to find the bathrooms.” 

The student looks up at the professor, eyebrows rising from a serious face. He nods, clasping his hands behind his back. The student grins, tucks a lock of black hair behind an elongated ear, and snaps her fingers. 

“We’re sneakin’ inta the lab to make potions!” Stress claps her hand over her mouth. She didn’t mean to say that. Why did she say that? “No one makes what we need to enter the Forest of Memories!” 

“The Forest of Memories? Red said you were batshit crazy, but that…” Etho picks up his head, vaguely recognizing the name. 

“Well, you could have just asked for my keys.” Sylaeus shrugs, producing a ring full of mismatched keys and dangling chains. “Selene, be a dear and get these two my Encyclopedia of Potions. I’ll start up the burners.” 

Shock registers on both hermits faces, but Selene dutifully saunters down the hall, turning and entering a large door in the passage. Stress walks into the lab, admiring the collection of jars, half finished potions, and ingredients kept in the room. But Etho no longer has the inclination to enter. “Why are you helping us? We just tried to break into your lab.” 

“If you need a potion that badly that you would try to break into my office, you must need it for good reason. Adventuring into the Forest of Memories is one hell of a reason at that.” Sylaeus ignites a flame beneath a long, complicated series of funnels, tubes, and flasks. He tempers the flame, fire glimmering of his intense gaze. “Besides, it means I get to teach more about potions.” 

Selene returns with the book, hefting a tome as large as her torso and twice as thick. “So what the hell kind of potions are you guys going to make?” 

“Potions that will negate our fears and dampen the effects of the forest?” Stress tries her best to repeat what Queen Erlea suggested. “Maybe some repel potions as well?” 

The long eared mage hauls open the book, flipping through the pages with intense, glaring eyes. She stops, turning it around for Etho and Stress to see. “You had to request the most difficult potions to fucking make. It’s a damn good thing I spent the past month gathering more than enough supplies for you to use.” 

And with the guidance of Sylaeus and his student, Etho and Stress get to work. The careful art of alchemy came naturally to both hermits- Stress’s attention to detail let her see exactly when the right shade of amber for the potion appeared, while Etho’s perceptive training and patience guide him through finding just the right mixture of Silvershade and shadesilver. Even Sylaeus complimented his new students on their fine work. 

“While we’re waiting for the mixture to cool, would either of you like a drink?” She waves her hand, and four cups appear before them. The professor grins, swiping a drink and guzzling the never ending cup down. 

“My student’s finest mixture.” Sylaeus grins, patting his apprentice on the top of her fluffy, long mane of hair. 

“Is it a healing potion?” Etho questions. “Or maybe a stamina potion?” 

“Lemonade. Sip sip bitch.” Selene retorts, deadpanned. 

“Miss Selene, are you a multi-mage? You used telekinesis to drag Etho back before, but now you used summoning magic.” Stress takes a drink, shocked to watch that her cup is never ending. “A-and some kind of spatial magic?” 

“Selene here is my best student for more reasons than one. Not only can she brew better potions than even master alchemists, but she also spent years studying magic until she gained power of her own.” Sylaeus sees the confusion on the two’s face, and lets Selene fill them in. 

“I was born without magic.” She states. “It’s rare, but it happens. I wasn’t ready to give up on myself yet. I spent days and nights, studying every book I could get my hands on, watching the other kids use their magic. With enough time and dedication, I found the power within myself. Whatever magic I study, I can create.” 

Stress has tears welling in her eyes by the time the story is over. “What a lovely tale, an’ look at you now! All that persistence and never givin’ up paid off!” 

“I’m sure Selene could have lived her life without magic, or have chosen a darker route to gain power. But it’s her own magic, and she’s a proud S-Class wizard!” Sylaeus beams like a father, a teacher proud of his student.

The potion behind them starts to rapidly shift colors, and all four descend upon it to add the last ingredient- prismarine shards shed from a guardian. Etho wonders where Selene got such a prized ingredient, something most kiplings aren’t willing to part with.

 In a puff of smoke, the potion stabilizes. Selene corks the bottle, writing in scrawling handwriting of it’s intention, and hands it off to Stress. She also guides them out, an orb of soft white light guiding them down the halls of the academy. 

Etho’s reminded of one other person who had seemingly unlimited types of magic. “You know… Magistrate Dolios claims to be a multi-mage, but his magic is a lot like yours.” 

“Watch it, asshole.” Selene growls, opening the door and letting them out of the Alchemy tower. “I think we both know that the magistrate lies about everything. Perhaps that includes how he got his magic.”

#hermitcraft #light of lairyon #lol #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft fanfic #wizard hermits #wizard au #wizard etho #wizard stress #wizard selene #wizard xiumsa #ethoslab #stressmonster #xisuma

[hadestownmodern]

Whole Foods and Grilled Cheese

You got Eurydice and Persephone at Costco. Here is the prelude to that: Orpheus and Hades at Whole Foods. This was such a wild thing to write and I hope it brings someone a bit of a smile in these hard times. -A

The bustling of the grocery store was not a welcome sight to Orpheus who had not expected the action filled morning when he called his uncle the previous night. 

“She’s been staying a lot..”

“Orpheus, I don’t want to know about your late night antics with that girl-”

“No no thats not- I’m not trying to talk about that!” Orpheus stuttered though he knew his blush was not evidence through the telephone. “She doesn’t eat well and she works so much- I wanted to try to make her some things.”

“Make her some things?”

“I want to learn to cook. Can you help me?”

“....” Silence, so Hades could hide the slight pride in his voice. “I’ll be there in the morning.”

The 8 a.m. knock on his apartment door, with his uncle demanding to get going for a ‘long day ahead’ had not been what he was anticipating when he rolled out of bed scrambling for pajama pants. 

The morning was nothing short of exhausting. Hades dragging Orpheus through the busy streets to a high end department store and making a beeline for the kitchen department. A long lecture on different pots, pans, and cooking utensils ended with Hades buying ‘one of everything’ and having it promptly delivered to Orpheus apartment so they could continue on their day. 

By afternoon, after Hades spent a small fortune to equip Orpheus with “the best of the best” for cooking, he would not relax on the ride to the local Whole Foods. 

“Amma says you should buy from Farmer’s markets…” Orpheus had commented, between drinks of a free sample smoothie that was a rather unsettling shade of green. 

Hades tried to hold back the sharp retort, biting his tongue and gesturing Orpheus forward in the store. “You can go to the farmers market once you have pantry staples, Orpheus. But you need a solid base. Spices, rice, pastas, flour.. Spices especially. Eventually you can make most of it yourself. You can make broth and pasta but for now, we’re starting easy. You need a solid start. A pasta dish, a chicken dish, some sort of eggs.. We’ll get to soup later. We’ll cover steak next week.”

“Next week?” Orpheus squeaks, eyes wide at the assortment of fruits and vegetables around him. His fingers lingered on star fruit a few extra moments before Hades deep voice pulled him out of his reverie.

“Yes, Next Week, do you want to impress the girl or not?” Hades is perusing a meat case, conversing with the butcher in words Orpheus cannot comprehend, taking brown paper wrapped packages and placing them in the cart. “We’ll start easy today. Scrambled eggs. Maybe a nice red sauce. Simple things…. What can you make now?”

“I can...heat up frozen chicken nuggets. And make grilled cheese! With tomato Soup!”

“Is the tomato soup from a can, Orpheus?” He isn’t even looking at him as he examines a dozen of eggs and places them in the shopping cart as well, before grabbing a few cheeses. 

“...yes…”

“Then thats not cooking. What kind of cheese do you put on the grilled cheese?”  

“The little slices that come wrapped one by one-”

“Thats not even real cheese. Okay. No red sauce today. Eggs. We do eggs.” He loops back to grab an extra dozen.

Hades directs Orpheus through each aisle, taking time to pause and teach Orpheus about all the possibilities. Different types of pasta for different sauces (Light sauce with spaghetti, bolognese with rigatoni), types of beans to use for different fillings, how different flours affected baked goods. 

They were in the spice aisle, a deep discussion on the values of garlic salt versus garlic powder when Orpheus asked a new question. 

“So you need garlic and onion powder, but can add your own salt. I really suggest you use real garlic and onion but on grilled cheese or eggs this is easier. I also think freshly cracked black pepper makes a difference-”

“When did you know you wanted to marry Persephone?” He asks, looking up from his notebook full of spice notes. 

“...not after six days, Boy, back to the spice. Now bay leaves are quintessential to a good soup base..”

“I bought a ring!”

“And you should use real homemade broth, Persephone used those bouillon cubes as a nausea quick cure but- I’m sorry you did what?”

“I bought a ring! Yesterday. I love her so much, I just..I know she’s it for me. Amma always says you know and I know!” He has an innocence in his eyes that Hades doesn’t want to crush, but innocence too closely accompanies naivety. 

“Orpheus. You met six days ago. You don’t marry a girl because she took your virginity!”

Orpheus’ face turned the color of the canned tomatoes in his hand, the poet losing his words. “No! I love her! I know I do! She makes the world have color and reason and I look at her and see the whole world. I just imagine waking up next to her and holding our babies and-”

“Six days. Six days ago. You met her six days ago, stop talking about babies and marriage and focus on, I don’t know, getting to no her as a person with clothes on?” He grabs a handful of jarred spices and pushed on through the store. “Two years, Orpheus. We were together two years before I even thought about it. Now come on, we need to start cooking.” He ended the conversation, gesturing Orpheus towards the checkout. 

They stopped at his apartment to drop off and properly store the frozen ingredients, a lesson all in its own of proper pantry filling and food storage, before taking the car to Hades townhome, where Orpheus was already spending so much of his time. 

“We’ll do Eggs and grilled cheese. Scrambled eggs, you can’t do an omlette yet.” Hades decided as he keys into the front door, grabbing the mail on his way in. 

“Is seph home? Is she gonna try it-”

“Of course. You don’t have to impress her though. Even if it tasted like garbage, that woman would never hurt your feelings. It’s Junie you need to impress-”

“..Junie?”

Just then Hades pushes the door open, and within seconds tiny yet quick footsteps were audible, getting closer by the second. 

Junie, in her little purple tutu, ringlet curls bouncing as she ran, flew into her father’s legs with her arms in the air. “Daddy! I miss-ed-ed you!” 

He chuckles lowly, scooping her onto his hip and kissing her cheek as the toddler wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey, Princess. Where’s your mother?” 

“If she’s the princess, does that make me the queen?” Persephone appears, long curls falling loose around her face. She somehow looks put together even in a sweatshirt far too big for her and flannel pajama shorts left over from last years christmas. “How was your shopping trip?”

He kisses his wife, tugging her closer by the fabric of her shirt. “You were the queen long before she was the princess. And it was eventful. He uses prepackaged cheese.”

“Well, I ate cups of ramen noodles and you loved me anyway.” Persephone winks, holding a hand out to Orpheus. “I hope he didn’t scare you, it’s sweet, that you’re learning to do this.”

“Well I want to be with her forev-”

He is interrupted by Hades voice, as he bounces Junie once “Hey Junie, why don’t we go set up to cook. Come, Orpheus.”

“Yeah, come on Ophie!” Junie gestures for him to follow, as her father carries her to the kitchen. He sits her on the chair at the island, before Persephone sits beside her and pulls her into her lap. 

“Why’s Ophie cookin’ daddy?” She asks, kicking her little legs before pressing her back into her mother’s chest, snuggling into her. 

“Because he’s trying to impress a girl, Junie.” Hades says off handedly, placing a loaf of bread on the table top. “Remember, Junie, if a man can’t cook, he isn’t good enough for you.”

“Noone’s good ‘nuff for me, Daddy.”

“Thats right, baby. Thats right.”

“Are you tryna impress Princess Rydice, Ophie?” The little girl asks, craning her head to look at him, standing in the doorway looking suddenly horrified. 

“Oh, Yes I am Junie, I love her so much and I want to make her happy!” He has a dreamy look in his eyes, looking off in admiration. 

“Are you gonna marry her?” Junie inquires, cocking her head.

“I want to, so badly!”

“Now Orpheus, we talked about this-” Hades grumbled before his wife cuts him off. 

“What are you making us tonight, my little culinary masters.” Persephone teases, resting her chin on Junie’s head. “I’m in the mood for glazed salmon with-”

“Eggs. We are making eggs. And grilled Cheese.” Hades shoots her a look, signifying that even this may result in ordering takeout late in the evening. He grabs butter and an assortment of cheeses, a carton of eggs, and some other small ingredients. 

“Thats not a real meal, daddy. Wheres the veggie?” Junie questions, resting her little face on her hand. 

“Orpheus has to learn not to burn his house down before we can teach him to blanch veggies, baby.” Hades shakes his head, but hands Junie a handful of grated cheese to munch on in the cooking process. 

Orpheus looks stunned as an egg is placed in his hand, and a small glass bowl is given to him. “Do i just..”

“Crack the egg Orpheus.”

Orpheus slams the egg into the bowl, shell going everywhere in both the yolk and on the counter top. “Oh..”

“Try again.” 

They do this half a dozen times before Orpheus can confidently crack an egg, and learns whisking skills with a fork. He learns to add milk and butter, salt and pepper. He burns the first try, and under cooks the second. The third try is plated, and slid across the island to Junie and her mother. 

Persephone gives Junie a bite before taking one herself. Persephone, either being overly kind or with overly low standards, gives orpheus a thumbs up. 

Junie, however, stares at the pale eggs and shakes her head. “Ophie you aren’t impressin’ any-body with this. You need salt.”

“Juniper! Be nice!” Persephone lectured, but hid her face in her corkscrew curls to laugh to herself. 

“I just telling the truth! It’s bland!” Junie defends, looking to her dad. 

“She’s not wrong..Just use a little more salt and you’ll be golden Orpheus. Eat your eggs then we’ll try the grilled cheese.” 

The grilled cheese does not go any better. 

“For the love of god Orpheus, you put the buttered side on the pan, and the cheese on the inside!” 

“He’s hopeless, Daddy.” Junie pokes in, eating the still uncooked cheese set out on the island. “ Rydice will marry you anyway Ophie, it’s okay if you can’t cook! Mama can’t cook either!”

“I made you, thats close enough to cooking.”  Persephone teased, poking Junie’s stomach and making her erupt into brilliant giggles. 

Orpheus is distracted by the sound, suddenly drawn to a future where it is a dark haired little girl laughing in the arms of Eurydice as he cooks a meal for his own family.  He is so distracted by the thought of Eurydice’s dark eyes on a child that he doesn’t hear Hades in the background. 

“Orpheus...Orpheus...ORPHEUS you are BURNING the toast.” He takes the spatula out of Orpheus’ hand and tosses the offending blackened sandwich away. 

“I’m sorry i’m usually not this bad...I don’t burn my own grilled cheese.”

“Because you use fake cheese. Now remember. Butter bread. Butter side down. Gruyere. Cheddar. Mozzarella. Bread Butter side up.” 

Orpheus follows the instructions, and this time, successfully develops a golden crust on the bread, with cheese oozing out just right. 

He cuts the sandwich in half and presents it to his niece/pseudo sister with pride. “Here you go Junie B.”

Junie eyes him carefully, examining all of the sandwich. “Pretty color..smells good…” She takes an apprehensive bite, then another. “It’s good, Ophie...but..”

“Whats wrong, Junie?” Hades muses, leaning down to her eye level. 

“If you were on chopped, you’d be chopped. But thats okay. My Daddy’s just better than you.” 

#orpheus can't cook eggs but he can fertilize them #orpheus #hades #Junie tag #persephone #modern au #hadestown modern au #hadestown #hadestown au

[karasuno-writings]

OHHH maybe do Tsukki with either 21, 53 or 41?? Thank you.

Anon thank you so much for this request!! Sure thing sure thing, specially since I love my salty boy! I will start trying to make scenarios longer just to make them more enjoyable and flowing but this means they will take longer to write so I hope that is fine!! So I chose 21 because I love the trope and all of it really!! So I hope you like this! I went a little too overboard with this maybe like its too long how did I get to this what??? BUT I do love Tsukki so there’s that and I actually liked this way too much!! So enjoy!!

I also have no idea how to do things under the cut or on “read more” so sorry!!

“we’re arguing when the ball drops on new year’s eve, and decide to kiss and shit i don’t think i hate you anymore”

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Y/N skipped on their way home, tightening the scarf that covered their neck, they looked around at the people heading to their own homes. It was finally holiday break, which meant Y/N got to spend quality time with their friends and family, and stay-in inside cozy covers with some tea and their favorite movie. Smiling at the thought Y/N hopped on the bus, contempt with what awaited once they arrived.

“We are going to Tokyo with my best friend’s family for new year!” Y/N’s mom cheerfully announced, completely shattering their plans and their cheer as soon as they walked inside the house. That meant that if Akiteru was going, his brother, Kei, was too. Y/N and Kei used to be friends when they were little, that was until he cut them off without a word. A million thoughts raced through their head, but mainly they couldn’t stop thinking about how badly they did not want to see him, Y/N had managed to avoid dinner with his family for such a long time, but it seemed like there was no escaping this time. 

The first few weeks of the break had passed and while Y/N had thoroughly enjoyed themselves and their friends, however they still had to deal with packing for an insufferable trip. Sighing Y/N looked at a picture of them and Kei when they were younger, the two of them used to be so close when all of a sudden he decided he wanted nothing to do with them. Getting the last of their clothes on the backpack they headed downstairs, helping place the luggage in the trunk. Sitting on the back of the van they looked at the falling snowflakes outside the window as it moved forward, leaving their home behind. 

Soon enough they arrived at the rental house, it seemed big enough for everyone so that proved to be a big relief. Opening the door a chilly breeze sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine, hopping off the vehicle they saw a tall figure walking over. A smug smile spread on his features, it had been a long time since they had seen him and he was looking…good, he was taller than they expected and his features were more mature now. However one more glance at his face was enough to remember how he had treated them on the past, they turned around to grab their backpack just before he could catch them staring. 

Kei stepped outside to help his mother’s friends settle in, as he walked in the snow towards the van he stopped for a second, taken aback by the sight of Y/N. He remembered how they used to be close, and why he had cut them off; frankly he had forgotten they would be coming. He studied them for a second, they seemed so different…but in a good way…however, they had not grown much compared to him. 

“Let me help chibi-chan, nice to see you after all these years” He announced as he approached them next to the van, taking the heaviest of the luggage. Y/N turned to look at him for a second, they were not going to let him know that his actions had gotten to them, so with they spoke up politely, “Hello Tsukishima, you too”. He was not expecting such a cold answer from them, he remembered them being a little more…vibrant, which while annoying it was who Y/N was.

He furrowed his brows at their words, Tsukishima did not know what had sparked such behaviour, from the few times he had seen them at school he had the impression that they were kind even after all these years. He found this bothersome so without another word he grabbed all the remaining bags and walked inside the house, after all he had no compromise with them. 

“Akiteru! How have you been? I’m glad to see you again!” Y/N hugged the older Tsukishima, who greeted them in return. 

Who do they think they are? Kei was now sitting on the couch with his headphones on as he stared at Y/N and Akiteru chatting up and preparing dinner in the kitchen. Apparently they had no problem with being friendly to his older brother, their upbeat behavior back in no time. He hated the guts out of them; he knew he was no saint but that did not give them of all people a free pass to act so childlike. He crossed his arms on his chest as he rested his head on the cushions. He did not want to come on this trip on the first place, however he thought that is Y/N was still the same old same old as when they were little, he would not dread this miserable weeks quiet as much. 

He was wrong. Horribly wrong, their presence just annoyed him more; their stupid smile which they refused to show him specifically, their stupid Y/E/C eyes that glistened in front of the fairly lights ,and their stupid personality; which he was about to fall for when they were kids, the reason he decided that keeping his distance from them was the best he could do. 

An internal conflict stirred within him; if they refused to act normal around him that meant there was no way on earth his old feelings would come back, which was good because he did not want to close off to them once more. However, the intelligence aura given off by their attitude and seeing them talk so effortlessly with his brother made him want to see that side of them again. Still, there was no way on earth he was going to do anything about it. So his demeanor remained unfaltering towards their indifference, after all he gave them no reason to be so goddamn rude. 

“Tsukishima, could you help me get the flour on the top shelf, please?” Kei looked up and saw them staring at him, their head poking out of the kitchen frame. He hesitated for a moment, then he saw them smile at him for the first time. It all came back to him.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

“Come on Kei! We are going to be late!” Y/N tugged on the strings of his backpack, urging him to walk faster. Their eyes were big and shiny with pure happiness as they looked at him expectantly, holding the strap of their own colorful pin-covered, looking as awkward as a middle schooler could. Kei sighed and rode his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. 

“One would figure there would be less energy on someone so tiny” He said with a smug smik, chuckling lightly at their pouting face. They stuck his tongue out at him and giggled. This was all too familiar for young Tsukishima, but still he could not deny that their smile tugged his heart, he did not want to admit this, he wanted nothing to do with feelings anymore.

“And one would figure such long lanky legs would be put to better use!” Y/N said in between giggles, grabbing his hand to urge him again. Their warm skin made his stomach lurch like it had never before. 

“Stop.”That was the moment Tsukki knew he could do this no more; he pulled his hand away and glared at them with a hatred like never before, pure raw disgust. His voice was not raised a bit, but the tone in which he spoke was enough to frighten them. Their smile held no longer, the shine in their eyes was no more as a new feeling wiped over their expression. Y/N swallowed, their heart thumping in their ears. 

“Sorry Tsukishima…I’ll see you after school, yeah?” They said, their voice no louder than a whisper, as their strides became faster and they disappeared out of his sight. He hated this, he hated that it hurt, but he sucked it up; this was better than falling for them after all. 

They did not see him after school that day, or any other as a matter of fact. He had just stopped visiting and denied them every time they tried to reach out. A few months carried out like this, until they stopped trying, never knowing what they did wrong.

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Oh

That was it then

Kei felt stupid, he did not want to but it could not be helped. However he knew he had been truly blind at the reason of their harsh behaviour towards him. He would not apologize, it would be way too embarrassing, and while the way he handled the situation was clearly not the ideal one, he was sure the justification for it was logical. 

Sighing he stood up, the most he could do would be being kind to them after all he put them through. Kei entered the kitchen and looked at Y/N, looking expectantly at him once more. He reached over for the flour and handed it to them.

“Thanks” They said and immediately turned to the counter, which held a variety of ingredients, presumably for a cake. He really did not feel like baking, but he didn’t know what else to do to show them that he is not as bad as they remember, so he walked over them, leaning on the currently clean counter. 

“No problem…it’s not your fault you are so small” He said without even looking at them “Need any help?” 

They rolled their eyes at his comment and began mixing the ingredients, the silence started as awkward but gradually became bearable. “Just so you know, I could have easily reach that, I just did not want to…help me with this yeah?”

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New year’s eve was finally here, Y/N was finishing the last details and getting ready before heading downstairs for dinner. They had decided to make it formal, even though it would all be inside the cozy rental house, so they had to put a little bit more thought than normal in what to wear and how to fix themselves up. Once they were ready they skipped down the stairs, ready to join their family after the hard work they had put into the preparations for tonight. 

Kei looked at them as they headed downstairs. Shit. They looked way too good, and their smile was just as bright as before. He could feel blood rushing to his cheeks so he took some deep breaths to calm down before anyone would notice. Annoying, everything about them was annoying, specially since they have been the slightest more friendly to him after the whole flour ordeal, he had specifically shut himself down to them because of this. He hated everything about it.

Dinner ran smoothly, they were far from him and next to Akiteru so he did not need to chat them up, which he was thankful for. However he hated the way the conversation flowed so easy between them, how he could get glimpses of how they used to be with him before. Y/N on the other hand was wary about Kei’s behaviour on the last few days; from one moment to another he had become…kind, almost sweet, which they had not expected after what he had done a few years ago. Don’t get them wrong, they still hated the guts out of him, but he had become tolerable which was more than they had expected; if only they didn’t think he looked so good after all this time.

Champagne was popping in the living room, the countdown was about to start as music blared on the radio announcing the soon-to be end of this year. Y/N was still giggling with Kei’s older brother, dancing in an off-pace to the music, they looked so happy with him, it was unbearable. Y/N was bouncing on their toes as they came to a halt, clearly enjoying themselves, grabbing Akiteru’s hand to waltz.

That was the last straw, Kei could watch this no more. Swiftly he stood up, when he realized he clearly had not thought this out at all, his mind raced rapidly, planning the next move. Good thing he is a quick thinker, clearing his throat he walked slowly over to Y/N, placing a hand on their shoulder to grab their attention. Y/N stopped on their tracks, looking around to see if their mom needed anything. It would be an understatement to say they were surprised to see that the owner of the hand was no other than Tsukishima Kei. They let go of Akiteru and turned around to face the tall blonde. 

“Care to help with something Chibi?” He said, he hoped they would do most of the talking because he refused to. He knew it had been him who called their attention but he did not have a way with words, at least he knew they did. Y/N nodded and followed him into the now empty kitchen, confusion clear on their features. 

The two of them stood in silence for a while, none of them really knowing what to say. Y/N was hoping the boy would tell them what he needed, but he just deadpan stared at them. “So…you needed me?” Y/N cleared their throat, breaking the unbearable silence.

“Not really” Kei just shrugged, at least he had to be honest about the matter. Y/N felt anger rising once more, how dare him take them away from the precious moments of fun they so dreaded they wouldn’t have, just because. They sighted, “Okay…”, and turned around ready to return to the lively living room. 

A hand wrapped around their arm as they started to walk out. They furrowed their brows and looked back at Kei, whose expression was as serious as ever, but behind his eyes something stirred. Silence.

“That’s it…You think you can just talk to me and pretend everything is like before?” They faced him, he was taller than them but right now they felt more intimidating, almost as if they were looking down at him. He stared at them, his eyes twitching the slightest at their voice but his poise unmoved. 

“You know how much it hurt? How much I tried to find out why? What I had done to deserve that from you” They carried on, knowing there would not be an answer from the blonde boy, which was clearly surprised at their reaction even if he was not explicitly showing so.

Ten. The radio blared from the other room, the countdown had just started.

“You were my best friend…I tried to reach out for months” Their voice was slowly lowering, hurt replacing anger. 

Nine.

“I…I actually liked you you know?” They said, their voice breaking at the end, knowing damn well that this statement would elicit a reaction from him. It did.

Eight.

“I just wanted to know why” They broke, relaxing finally. Kei relaxed his shoulders too, looking at them in the eye. 

Seven. 

“You know chibi? Sometimes I can be as thick as you” He said, swallowing as he took their hands in his, looking at their watery eyes which only looked back at his in confusion at the gesture, uncharacteristically soft for him

Six.

“I would hate me too”. He chuckled lightly, he did not know what else to say. He sucked at this.

Five.

“That does not excuse anything! That does not explain why you left without a word…” While they were still hurting the anger resurfaced once more, they hated his stupid face right this moment…and still they felt butterflies in their stomach as he rested his hands on their arms.

Four.

“It means I like you dumbass” He said, clearly not sure of his words, feeling stranger coming from him. Their breath froze as their eyebrows furrowed, biting their bottom lip they stayed silent, not knowing what to say. 

Three.

The tension in the air was sharp as a knife, both of them staring intently into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to do something, anything. 

Two. 

Y/N looked at his lips, then back at his golden brown eyes. Maybe everything could go back as it was…no… maybe it could be better…maybe…maybe they didn’t hate him so much anymore.

One.

Y/N acted out of impulse, their hands quickly flying up to his neck and their lips softly clashing on his. Few times had Kei been taken by surprise, this was one of them. His eyes opened wide as he felt the warmth on his lips. For once he did not think, for once he let himself feel. This was new to him, it was scary and kind of annoying, but if he was honest he liked it. His arms wrapped around their torso as he melt into the kiss. The background screaming, streamers and celebrations barely audible for the two of them, as they stepped into the next year in the place they least imagined.

It lasted for a few seconds, but it felt way longer. When they pulled back he stared at their eyes, that familiar shine was back. They knew him so well, and he knew he could trust them, if only the two of them took it slow. 

“Kei, happy new year”  His name on their lips once again felt so familiar. ”You still have to make it up to me”, and as they stuck their tongue out at him it all seemed so obvious. They felt like home. Yes, he could get used to this

“In your dreams chibi-chan”

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BTS Reaction: finding out their s/o is a mythological creature

REQUEST (from anon):  For short scenarios how about the boys reacting to you being a mythological being??

Here you go! I did my best, this was very out of the box and challenging though so I hope you guys like it.

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Namjoon | s/o is a cat shifter: 

You and Namjoon had been dating for over six months now and he still didn’t know what you were. It was a little difficult to explain to an average regular human. Not to mention that time he said he was “more of a dog person than a cat person.” That made you more nervous than it probably should’ve. Eventually he started questioning where you disappeared to for three hours or so every afternoon. You hated outright lying to him, but unless you wanted to reveal yourself, you had no other choice. The rules of being a shifter were very clear. You must spend at least 3 hours a day in your animal form or a lot of things would start to go wrong with your body. You didn’t enjoy being a small and vulnerable creature out alone at night, so you elected to spend your cat form time during the day. That was also, unfortunately, more conspicuous than night, which would’ve been easier to hide. So one day you decided to test it. How did Namjoon actually feel about cats? You started hanging out by his front door in your cat form when you knew he’d be coming or going. To your pleasant surprise he was quite taken with what he believed to be a random stray, to the point of trying to figure out whether he could adopt it. Feeling more secure after that, one night when you were sitting together watching Netflix, you paused the show you were watching and looked at him. “You know how you’ve been asking me where I run off to during the day? I know you’ve been suspicious about that for a long time…” you began, watching the color drain from your boyfriend’s face. He was clearly expecting something bad. “It’s okay, it’s not a bad thing. I just wanted to say I’m ready to tell you…. Just watch me for a minute, okay?” You said tentatively, getting up and standing in front of him a few feet away. You shifted to your cat form and his jaw dropped in shock. You watched his expression carefully, worried as to how he’d react. After the momentary shock wore off a huge grin appeared on his face. “I’d been wondering why I got so attached to that cat so quickly,” he laughed, and you shifted back to your human form before he engulfed you in a hug. “You’re the cutest kitty, love. I’m glad you told me.” He said, and you felt relieved that he finally knew and fully accepted you.

Jin | s/o is a flower fairy: 

You’d been with Jin for a year at this point, and you’d never been happier in your life. The biggest problem was the struggle to keep your secret about what you really were. You couldn’t exactly walk up to him and say “by the way babe I’m actually a fairy! Fairies are real, too, I’m not crazy or making this up!” You shuddered at the thought of how badly that’d go. You were grateful for the ability to conceal your wings, which was possible but took a lot of energy to maintain. There was one thing you couldn’t resist doing, though, that was kind of suspicious and difficult to explain, if you thought about it enough. Jin loved flowers, so he was always buying indoor plants to keep scattered around his apartment. He had a bit of a brown thumb, though, being quite talented at killing houseplants even as he tried to keep them alive. Every time a plant of his had deteriorated to the point of being almost dead, you’d wait until he wasn’t looking and would use your powers to revive it to its original blossoming glory. The flowers made him happy, after all, and it was the least you could do considering what you were hiding. One evening you were in Jin’s apartment getting it tidied up for his return from a trip. He didn’t ask you to do anything but get the mail, but you didn’t mind straightening things up while you were there. It also gave you time to work on some of his poor plants. He was supposed to be arriving home late that night. Relieved by the freedom to be your full self without hiding, you sang quietly to yourself as you hovered over the plants, wings out, using your powers to heal the wilting flowers. Little did you know that Jin was arriving home early, deciding not to tell you in order to surprise you with his early return. Imagine his surprise when he entered his apartment to find his girlfriend with wings attached to her back, magically healing his plants. You stopped, finally realizing you weren’t alone. You jumped when you saw him, startled by his sudden appearance. “……you’re early!” You said with a nervous smile on your face. Jin looked amazed. “The wings…. they’re real, aren’t they?” You nodded slowly. “Why do you have…..?” He trailed off as you replied “I’m a flower fairy.” He blinked at you, still in a bit of a shock. “Why haven’t I seen the wings?” Jin asked softly, more confused than upset. “I can hide them. It drains me, it’s hard to do… But I can hide them.” You explained. He approached you and carefully pulled you into a hug, careful not to squish your wings. “You don’t have to hide anymore, at least not with me. I can see why this is a secret overall but I love you, and I want you to be your full self with me. Okay?” He asked, and you gave a slight nod, tearing up. You’d never expected him finding you out would go so well. Your heart was warm.

Yoongi | s/o is a witch: 

After being with you for nearly a year, Yoongi had accepted the fact that sometimes things…. happened… around you. They were difficult to explain, like items appearing to move on their own and mysterious sounds being heard sometimes when you were near. You also had a lot of cooking utensils, especially pots, considering you didn’t cook. He kind of just thought you were a bit of a weird girl, though, which was fine by him. He loved you and the unexplainable things didn’t matter really. One night you’d declined having dinner with him, explaining that you had a project for work that you wanted to get ahead on and that you planned to stay home. Yoongi accepted this readily, having no reason not to. In reality, you were running low on several of your most commonly-used potions, so you needed to replenish your stash. You were in your kitchen working with one of your “pots” as Yoongi called them (it was a cauldron), standing over it as you added ingredients one by one. You said the necessary words and channeled your magic into the brewing potion. You had no idea that Yoongi had brought takeout to surprise you, thinking you were working like you’d told him. He had a key to your place so he just walked right in, finding you in the kitchen and stopping abruptly. “Are you trying to cook again?” He asked apprehensively, sniffing the air and observing the strange smell. You turned to face him, frozen in place. “Um… it’s not food….” Yoongi stepped forward and peered into the cauldron, seeing that its contents were a thick gooey grey sludge. “Well I guess it’s lucky I brought takeout,” he said, trying not to gag at the sight of it. You just stared at him, silently blinking as you debated how to proceed. “It’s not food. I’m not cooking. It’s…. a potion…. I’m a witch….” You trailed off looking down at your hands as you fidgeted nervously. “Wait what? You’re serious? Thats…. not possible…. is it?” He asked in awe, and you looked back up, but not at him. You used your magic to move a bowl from the kitchen counter into the sink. You turned the lights off and on with the wave of a hand. You opened and then shut the front door from where you stood in the kitchen, the slamming of the door audible from where you were. You’d never seen Yoongi’s eyes so wide. He grinned at you. “This is insane.” He said excitedly. “I thought you were just this cute weird girl but you’re actually a badass witch? What did I do to get a girlfriend who’s this cool?” He enthused, giving you a quick peck on the lips happily. It was official, you thought. Your boyfriend was the perfect man.

Hoseok | s/o is a vampire:

As happy as your four-month relationship with Hoseok had been, you knew it was wrapped in a massive web of lies. Your lies. But what choice did you have? You wanted to be with this man, probably forever, but wouldn’t he run if he knew you were a monster? The biggest lie was that you had a rare digestive condition that required you to consume only fruit punch plus dietary supplements to replace other nutrients. Because of it he no longer batted an eye at the fact that you never ate or drank aside from “juice pouches” of red liquid. Your fundamental lie was implicit: that you were human. No, you were a vampire in hiding, disguised, trying to live a normal life without hurting anybody. Today you were meeting Hobi at the park as you often did. You were sitting on a bench waiting for him when he walked up, flashing that beautiful smile of his. “Hi jagi! It’s lunchtime so I brought you a fruit punch.” He said, giving you a peck on the cheek before offering you the juice he was holding. Inside you were panicking, but you gave him a smile back, taking the drink with a “thank you”. He blinked at you expectantly. “You should drink it, it’s time for lunch, so that’s your equivalent of eating, right? Don’t skip meals. You make me worried about you.” He pouted. You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you were going to have to drink the fruit punch. You lifted the straw to your lips and took a sip, trying not to make a face. You only lasted a couple of seconds before your body rejected it and you spit it up into the grass. Now Hoseok REALLY looked worried.“Are you okay? Is something wrong with your stomach?” He asked, deeply concerned. “We’re taking you to the hospital! Let’s go right now, come on.” He took your hand and pulled you along the sidewalk like he was on a mission. “Hobi stop.” You said, planting your feet and forcing him to stop walking. “I’m not sick. It’s just that what I’m drinking all the time isn’t actually fruit punch…” You chewed on your lip nervously, watching your boyfriend’s confused expression. “….it’s blood.” You admitted, and he stared at you for a long while, trying to decide if you were serious or not. When he determined that you meant what you said, his eyes grew wide and his face paled before he fainted onto the grass. When he woke up five minutes later you were kneeling beside him, looking down at him and crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just… I love you. I don’t want to lose you. Please just… don’t tell anyone. Then you can walk away and pretend we never met. I won’t hurt anyone, I promise. I never wanted to hurt anyone…” You sobbed quietly, knowing from past experiences that this revelation tended to scare people and make them want to drive you out of town because of their fear. Hobi reached up and wiped your tears from your face. “I’m not going anywhere. I know you, and I know you’re kind and gentle and wouldn’t hurt a fly. This complicates things, sure. But we’re in this together now.” He smiled as he kissed your hand. “Now let’s get back up off the ground."

Jimin | s/o is a mermaid:

Everyone is familiar with the concept that mermaids can’t be out of the water for too long. That was absolutely the case with you, and it made hiding what you were a real challenge. Your boyfriend of two years was still in the dark about it. Jimin just thought that you really enjoyed solitary trips to the beach and exceedingly long baths. You felt guilty for not telling him. You’d intended to initially, but as time went on you found yourself faller deeper and deeper in love, and now you were too afraid of losing him to say anything. You should’ve known that a secret this huge would eventually come out whether you like it or not. One day Jimin was running late for a meeting and had somehow managed to leave his keys on the bathroom counter. He thought you were in your bedroom, so he walked right in to get his keys. But he was wrong. You weren’t in your bedroom. You were taking one of your super long baths, which were needed to keep yourself from getting sick from water withdrawals. So there you were, sitting in the bathtub with your long iridescent tail hanging just slightly over the edge of the tub. You froze, not sure what to do. Jimin also froze, forgetting about his original key retrieval mission because holy crap his girlfriend has a tail…?! Not even the fact that you were naked occurred to him, nor you actually. It was just your tail. “I wanted to tell you….” You said quietly, afraid to make eye contact. “I’m so sorry, Jimin. I just love you so much that I…. I didn’t want to…. You can go, I understand that you probably don’t want to -“ You rambled, tears beginning to leak from your eyes. But Jimin cut you off. “NO. No, love, I’m not going anywhere.” He knelt beside the tub, placing a hand gently on your cheek. “Calm down. I don’t mind. I don’t care what you are, because I love WHO you are.” He said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Your’re…. I mean are you a mermaid? Is that a thing?” He asked curiously, understandably confused. “Yes. That’s what I am. I love you too.” You confirmed, a small smile forming itself on your lips. “So can I come to the beach more with you now?” Jimin asked, smiling widely. You laughed and nodded, relieved that he was okay with all this. Suddenly his expression dropped and he looked panicked. “I forgot why I came in here, I need to grab my keys and go. I’m so late.” He jumped up, calling behind him. “Beach tonight! We’ll have a picnic before sunset! Love you!” Then he rushed out the door, leaving you excited and relieved.

Taehyung | s/o is a chipmunk shifter:

Your boyfriend of nine months still didn’t know the truth about you. He was under the impression you were an ordinary human. He had noticed small clues in your features and behaviors, but thankfully he never put the puzzle pieces together. He thought nothing of the fact that you were a vegetarian. He didn’t find it odd that you ate your favorite snacks, nuts, rather often. He cooed over your cute round, chubby cheeks, finding them adorable. He didn’t even mind you disappearing for a few hours every day, attributing it to your need for quiet alone time. You were, after all, relatively introverted. The truth? The truth was that you were a shifter… one whose animal form was a chipmunk. You never strayed far when you spent the physically necessary time in your animal form, usually preferring to stay in and around the trees outside your house. That was, of course, until one day when it was thunderstorming outside and you went back into your house in animal form to get shelter from the rain. You didn’t know that practice had been cancelled for the day because of the power outage in and around the BigHit building, caused by the storm. You were shocked when your tiny furry form scurried into the living room to see Taehyung sitting on the couch. Your “son” Yeontan didn’t even blink at you, already aware of his mom’s peculiar shifting habits. Tae’s face lit up at the cute little animal in front of him. “Hi little one. Aren’t you cute? Trying to get out of the storm?” He said in a quiet, gentle tone, sitting down on the floor and holding out a hand, offering it for you to sniff. Instead you hopped into his hand, scurried up his arm, perched on his shoulder, and rubbed your tiny furry head into his neck affectionately before hopping back to the ground. You returned to the other side of the room, throwing caution to the wind and shifting back to your human form. You looked nervously at your boyfriend, who was still seated on the floor, now with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Are you serious?! You turn into a little chipmunk?” He asked incredulously, and you nodded slowly in reply. A big boxy grin broke out on his face. “This is SO COOL! You’re so adorable, no WONDER you get those precious chubby cheeks when you eat. OH! And now I can smuggle you on tour with me! This is the most amazing thing to ever happen!” He exclaimed, jumping up and pulling you into a tight hug, half squishing you to death in the process.“Tae… Too tight…” You choked out before he finally loosened his grip around you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. I got a little excited.” You didn’t know how, but you had ended up with possibly the only man on earth that would be excited about this discovery. You smiled to yourself at his comment about smuggling you on tour in your tiny form. The secret was out and the feeling of love and acceptance his enthusiasm gave you was priceless.

Jungkook | s/o is a sea siren:

Jungkook had wanted to hear you sing since you’d started dating many, many months ago. When you repeatedly refused, he had thought that you were just shy about your voice or that you couldn’t sing and were embarrassed about it. The truth was that your voice was dangerous. You hid the fact that you were a sea siren from him because firstly, who in their right mind would believe you if you told them, and secondly, your power could have catastrophic effects, and that was hardly an attractive concept. Instead you refused to sing around your boyfriend under any circumstances whatsoever and took regular trips to the beach with Jimin’s girlfriend, who was, coincidentally, actually a mermaid. At least she was fully harmless. While you had zero bad intentions, you feared the day you failed to control your power. You sang exclusively when you were alone in an attempt to keep those around you safe. You were apparently just very unlucky, however, because one day you were home alone and started singing quietly to yourself while you tidied up around the house. Jungkook was on a trip and wouldn’t arrive back for hours yet, so you thought it was safe. But you didn’t hear the door open when he arrived home early to surprise you. He heard you singing and decided not to make his presence known just yet, curious about your long-hidden voice. Little did he know how hazardous that was. The effects of your voice took hold gradually. First he felt a little lightheaded, things beginning to feel dreamlike. Reality became distorted and it was as if he couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your singing. His vision shifted until it was as if he was falling deep into dark, cold water, sinking with no way to stop it. He finally yelled in fear, signaling to you that he was there, and you immediately stopped. You rushed to him where he was laying on the floor, completely under your power. You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes, your worst nightmare coming true. Thankfully you had stopped before it was too late. You held his hand as he dreamed of drowning, tossing and turning in his sleep. Finally after several hours the effects wore off and he woke up, sweating and panicked. You calmed him down before he realized you’d been crying. “What’s wrong? Did I really worry you that much with my nightmare?” He asked in confusion. You shook your head and finally did what you’d dreaded for so long: told him the truth. After everything was fully explained, he stared at you for a minute, clearly deep in thought.“This was a freak accident. I know you, you’re a good person. You can’t blame yourself for this one instance when you’ve protected me so well all this time. We love each other and I refuse to let this get in our way.” He said firmly, pulling you into a hug.

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How about some head cannons of Saitama, Genos and Sonic doting over an s/o on their time of the month? Or if it's already done/you're not comfy with it, a sick s/o?

Hey! Thanks for the request! <3 And I don’t mind either way lol, a lot of people deal with really bad symptoms so it’s perfectly natural and it’s better to be empathetic! If you would like sick/flu/cold specific HC’s just lemme know!

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Saitama:

- He’s the only one who get’s kind of awkward about it, lets be real lmao. Thankfully it’s only during the first phase of a deep relationship. And it’s not that he doesn’t feel sympathetic, he’s just definitely out of his element in doting on others. Saitama has a way of ignoring issues that don’t concern him personally, and this may mean he’ll give you lots of space during your week. However, if you need him close, he’ll answer any text requesting his aid. He’s really chill and not really judgmental about it after the first: “Ehhh, WHAT’s happening to you?”

- His methods of doting on you are the standard fare. He ensures you have what you need! If it’s: Medication, sanitary supplies, or your favorite foods. He’ll keep his eye on sales to stock up on stuff ahead of time, and he gets irritated on your behalf for how expensive some of the stuff is!!

- If you’re the type to get lethargic, he’ll want to cuddle you, because he might not be used to seeing you so down in the dumps. It would worry him at first, but after a while of being so close together, whenever he sees you in bed with the covers over your face, he’ll know what’s up. He won’t say a word, but he’ll sidle in next to you and take a nap with you in his arms—(he’ll be sure to give you a squeeze and a sweet kiss every so often.)

- If it’s very painful, to the point where you freeze up and wince and writhe in agony—Saitama will HATE that he can’t help you more. He’ll try to enlist Genos’ help if that’s what it takes to make you feel better. And he’ll insist you take some time off from work or school; he’ll goad you into staying at his place and it’ll be very hard to argue otherwise. He can be very stubborn about your wellbeing.

-Also, if you are the type to get angry over little things, he’s pretty damn affable, and he’ll forgive and forget most misunderstandings lol. Lucky you! (p^-^)p

 Genos:

- Oh boy. He’s ridiculous.

“(Name)! Are you alright? Please let me know if you require my assistance. Have you added my number on your speed dial yet? Here allow me to do it for you! I’ve researched many forms of medicine on the market that may help relieve your symptoms. No, it’s no trouble! Please, stay sitting—I’ll get you want you need!!” -and he blurs into motion when he needs to write down new data in his notebooks about you-

- If you’re the type to be low-key about your monthlies... Either you suck it up or grit your teeth in order to get through it. Genos is hard to fool, and he’ll be able to deduce what’s going on. In the worst case, this guy has his phone in his hand ready to call an ambulance. Or worse, he’s looking up the Mayoclinic website trying to determine if you have some form of appendicitis. I would recommend being plain with him, even if he get’s rather ahead of himself sometimes, because calming him down gently is easy.

- He’s so on top of everything you need, and this is one of the most extreme ways he prepares to help you. He will take everything 3 to 4 steps further than Sonic or Saitama in his efforts to supply you with your favorite chocolate or sweets or whatever you like. He will even research upgrades and lavish you with gifts if you let him.

- In his less “extra” moments, nothing can beat the way his body is a natural heater. If you’re laying in bed or lazing around Saitama’s place when he’s not there. Genos will take to hover over you, watching you keenly with his black and yellow eyes gauging your temperature, heart rate, etc.

He’ll prop himself up on one arm, kind of taking a “prince waking sleeping beauty up with a kiss” pose. His other hand will gently whir and pulse with warmth as he rubs it over where you need him most. The cyborg will be your personal hot water bottle, and while he’s so close you’ll be able to pull him in for as many kisses as you want.  

- You may not feel so good about your appearance since you may suffer from bloating or maybe some breakouts, but never fear! I think Genos would always be the type to lavish you with compliments. And they’ll never be lies or fillers just to make you feel better either, his compliments are always about things that can’t change. Whether it’s about your kindness, your work ethic, your eye color, or the way your lips look so kissable to him. He’ll always make sure to remind you why he loves you! <3

 Sonic:  

- I imagine from his village there is a natural remedy to help ward off some of the worst menstruation symptoms, and it’s probably a hugely guarded secret that’s been passed down for generations. If he sees his s/o suffering, he will gladly gather the ingredients himself and make it for them! And if he’s serious about them, he’ll teach them how to make it for themselves.

-He will generally take care of them rather slyly, I think, as he doesn’t want to offend you or belittle your ability. Maybe if you’re laying in bed feeling the pain, you’ll feel a breeze over your skin, and he’ll be suddenly standing there offering you the remedy and a drink to wash it down. He’ll make sure you take it, nod his head, kiss you quickly, and vanish.

- He can be derisive about other people’s problems, but he is keen to stay on his s/o’s good side! If they have mood swings or are generally feel crappy during their week he is mindful and cautious. He will most definitely exploit any sweet spots his s/o might have about certain things in order to keep them in a good mood. Oh, this movie makes them happy no matter what? We’ll watch it. When they get mad, if I kiss them on their cheeks they melt? I’ll smother them in kisses then.

His eyes will be watching you carefully, taking everything in for his consideration so he can make you happy, safe, and sated.

- At the start of the relationship much like the others he is very blunt about it and doesn’t get grossed out. He IS the type to snap back if you get too testy with him. Arguments may happen, but at the end of the day, he understands biology is giving you a serious burden to bear. No matter how badly your anger flares at the stuff he says, or the things he does, he’ll kind of go stony and let it wash over him.

“Alright Alright, I get it!” He’ll say.

“Good!” You’ll snap and cross your arms.

“Good!” And with that usual stony expression he’ll wrap you in his arms. (Admittedly it might feel like a headlock.) Sonic is adamant about not fighting over trivial things, and he shows his undying affection in weird ways.

-Oh yeah, Sonic is actually a really good cook! If you need more calories to sate your hunger, he’ll probably whip up some real gourmet food for you! <3

#Opm #opmheadcanons #saitama #sonic #genos #fluffy #headcanons #one punch man #gothicassworld

[swearronchanel]

the durrells 4.05

FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WATCHING

I’ve been visiting Ireland for the weekend so I had to wait till it went up online

I already saw the preview for next week aka my actual death but let me ((try to)) focus on the now

Ok Spiros good morning 👀

Corfu town! I loved it ugh😭

“I know things” TELL EM LOUISA 😂

“The weasels sat on my face” LMAO STOP

“There’s no romance” SO MAKE SOME SJKSKS LMAO GOD THE SEXUAL TENSION PHYSICALLY PAINS ME, just kiss (at least) already !!!

*sings in the key of one last time from Hamilton* MARGO DURRELL is GOING HOMEEEE

How delightfully European ~ I love it

Basil is really getting it with Demitra like what the fu*k LMAO how do I get with someone way hotter than me??

The King is coming

“It has been said I’m a bit of a princess” LOUISA LMAOO I LOVE YOU QUEEN*

LES LMAO shut up

the Hitler youth omg .. can’t laugh since we know how evil hitler was

Murder on the orient express 😂 love it

no seriously I love this Lmaoo

Every time Leslie speaks to someone I have to brace myself for some dumb shit

Spiros’ mom 😭 now I understand him more

But ugh getting with Louisa is an exception! This is between LIFE AND DEATH (MINE OFC)

Now Basil is like “ brb gotta blast”

LOUISA AND SPIROS PLAYFULLY DOMESTIC 😍😍😍

“They say cooking is like making love” STOP TEASING ME SIr!! IT’S RUDE

SPIROS IS IN THE APRON AHH

ISSA NEW KINK?? 😉

Keeley Hawes’ cringe >>

Queen of facial expressions

“Spiros really does have his own room” UNFORTUNATELY

“I want him so badly” UGHH WE KNOW AND WANT THE SAME SKSKKSS

“Look at my track record” LMFAOOO FELT THT

A FOREIGNER DOESNT COUNT LMFAOOO GOOD TO KNOW

“English the most important language in the world” Leslie sounding like he’s from a racist small town in middle America LMAOOO JKKK

MS MARGO SNAPPED JUST LIKE LOUISA

Corfu feels like home, it does and I’m so sad

Lugaretiza doesn’t trust them😂

I’m really half way through this ep at midnight like I don’t have to be up at 4am for my flight back to London

Gerald’s Zoo😭 pure

“Proud of you puppet” THE BRITSH BRITISH JUMPED OUT & I loved it

FUCK LOUISA KNOWS SKSKKS

BASIL YOU BETTER SWIM BACK TO ENGLAND RN

Living for Florence and Louisa’s gossip

“I have a secret ingredient, Mrs Durrells” YA REALLY JUST WANT TO SEXUALIZE EVERYTHING BUT NOT LET THEM HOOK UP UGH WTF SIMON LMAO

I’d love to be on the train with Margo 😂 we’d be cracking up together

A WOGGLE (?)

The water ugh 😍 I miss the sea

“Assuming it’s a she” LMAO it’s what we all thought ok

DARE SHE SAY THAT bc we wish that were true

Poor Basil tho damn this sucks but it is what it is

CONTAGIOUS PATIENT LMAOO

HE’S GOTTA BE DTF THEN

I KNEW IT AH, GET IT MARGO LMAO

YAS GIRL

the lemur in bed with louisa😂

I miss Larry too 😭

“You’re my planets” STOP, I love you mummy Louisa 😭😭

ANIMALS ARE TOY PEOPLE ? LMAO what is Leslie smoking to make him say these things 😂

LITTLE LAWRENCE CALLING LOUISA MOMMA STOPP😭

Ofc Larry would call Hitler a little shit

Louisa sweetie, WHY WOULD YOU GO OVER THERE?! THIS CANT END WELL

men ain’t shit, but we love spiros

LOUISA SNAPPED THO SJJSJS

WE WISH SPIROS WASNT SO HONORABLE BUT WE RESPECT IT

Greek color guard over here 😂

OH SHIT SPIROS COMING HOME

FUCK SJSKKS IM NERVOUS LMAO

I love the Greek pride tho😂

YOO A SWAZTICA STOP WTF BOYS

Basil is worth a risk skskks

MARGO!

THEY DEFF HOOKED UP IN THE TRAIN LMAOO

DOG FACED PIE LMAOO

Aww fireworks

“We enjoy confusion” I love Theo 😂

Ugh don’t tell himmm

I knew she would but still I wanted to believe

oh noo

SPIROS WILDING

Shit Basil really ate that knuckle sandwich 

“I can never forgive you” that shit HURT

like it hurt ME, imagine Louisa??

HOW CAN IT JUST END LIKE THAT

Just kiss and make up pls😭

HOW IS THERE ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE EVER? I -

I have no more words just keyboard smashes and tears 😭😭

#the durrells #this show will be the death of me #so wrecked rn #i just want a louisa x spiros happy ending but damn AT WHAT COST #the durrells in corfu

[sulevinblade]

For DWC! Var/Dorian: messaline - soft lightweight silk with a satin weave

I feel like this is kind of the idea you mentioned to me when I asked about this, but also not. Anyway, G, post Trespasser Dorian and Varevas fluff! Enjoy! For @dadrunkwriting!

The division of labor when they return from the eluvian is managed wordlessly: Sera runs ahead, breathing panicked but not so fast she can’t run and holler to get help assembled, Cassandra carrying the Inquisitor, and Dorian close behind. He tried to pick Varevas up himself when he stumbled out of the mirror but Dorian’s own arms were shaking too badly to carry him. Instead he focuses on concentrating a barrier around the end of Varevas’ arm, keeping the wound as stable as possible to let the elfroot salve do its work. It’s going to take more than a little elfroot to deal with what’s happened but it’s all they had available. Now, back at Halamshiral, they have access to the finest medicine and healing the Chantry and Orlais have to offer, but the key ingredient, as every healer tells them, is simple time. Varevas is recovering from shock, he needs time to recover and no amount of magic can compensate for that.

From there, the division of labor changes but mostly because Dorian Pavus, soon-to-be-magister, refuses to leave Varevas’ bedside. There’s no rush–the Council can’t be concluded without the Inquisitor, so until he’s well enough to be present, it’s on hold–and Dorian would almost enjoy it if the circumstances were less horrifying. As it is, he does his best to treat the whole situation like an extended opportunity to be lazy and linger in bed with Varevas. If he doesn’t think about it too hard it’s easy to accept the illusion. The room is open and breezy, warm in the late afternoon, but time has no meaning when your sleep schedule is adjusted to match that of a recovering patient. For now, Varevas sleeps but Dorian is awake.

“She knows it’s impossible, of course, but Mae refuses to consider anything other than a summer wedding.” He’s sitting on the bed beside Varevas, his back resting against some pillows and one hand gently stroking his hair. His color looks better; the sleep is doing its work. “I think it’s just because she saw a set of robes and fell in love with them. White messaline with a lovely sheen, gold and green embroidery all along the sleeves. I tried to tell her, just because you’re Dalish doesn’t mean you want to be draped in greenery and flowers for a wedding but she thinks they’ll be perfect as well as just the right level of scandalous. If I were to marry you there, after all, the most appropriate thing would be for you to be in full Tevinter fashion with no indication of your own culture. If there’s no abject suppression of Elven culture, is it truly a Tevinter ceremony?”

His speech has turned to soft muttering, not wanting to wake Varevas up, but even as he finishes speaking he sees a weak smile appearing on his face. Dorian holds his breath as Varevas shifts, rolling until he can lean his head on Dorian’s thigh. “I hate to disappoint Mae before I’ve even met her–”

“Hush, amatus, save your strength–”

“But if a little bit of Dalish in the ceremony is what she’s after, then she ought to know that by Dalish standards we’re already married.” Varevas opens one eye, pale green like sunlight through a new leaf, and peeks up at Dorian. His voice is raspy with disuse but still amused. “That ought to be scandalous enough for all involved.”

Dorian’s heart skips a little at the idea but he won’t be fooled so easily. “You’re very funny, you know. She’ll like that even if I suspect it wouldn’t be long before I found the two of you plotting against me.” He leans down to kiss Varevas’ forehead–warm and dry, not clammy or feverish, a huge relief–and chuckles. “Yet another reason I must insist you refrain from joining me in Tevinter. I can’t afford to be outnumbered in my personal life as well as my political one. Besides, you are a terrible liar.”

“You wouldn’t want me to be a good liar. I just thought if you believed we were already married, it would take the pressure off.” Varevas nuzzles against Dorian’s thigh, clearly already starting to drift back off. It’s a shame, Dorian misses him desperately even with him right here, but he does need the rest.

“Take the pressure off, or adjust it in your favor?” If they were married, it would be easy for Varevas to justify following to Tevinter despite the fact that the country couldn’t possibly be less safe for him. Flushing out the last remnants of the Venatori would take months and they were far from the only danger.

“Saw right through, huh?” Both of Varevas’ eyes are closed again and Dorian stays silent until his breathing evens back out, regular and easy as he sleeps.

“I’ll bring you home soon enough, amatus. Then we’ll have a wedding like no one’s ever seen. I just need you to make it there, all right? So… make it.”

#dadwc #dwc #my writing #varevas lavellan #dorian pavus #pavellan #gremlinquisitor #suchanadorer #ahaha i set it up for ao3 before posting here #d'oh

[cowardcouch]

The Eccedentesiast’s Trouvaille

Chapter 11

" What should I give him ? A watch ."

" I am gifting that to him ."

" Okay , then , ummm a perfume ."

" Seriously Komorebi ? Give him something which he needs ."

" What about a car ? He doesn't have one . Nah , I'm broke . What about -"

" Leave it . Just think about it when you are normal . Whatever your are speaking right now has no rationality behind it ."

You pulled your hair in frustration . Today is his birthday and you hadn't bought anything for him . Chanyeol was also of no help . Should you make something for him?" I think instead of buying something you can make something for him . He likes when people do something for him ." Chanyeol suggested . You can always do this . You had also been so creative so you could make him something . It would make him feel special . " I must say your brain does really work some times derp ." You commented which made Chanyeol punch you in the gut . " Ouch . I was just appreciating your perspicacity , bro ." You scoffed at him and decided to get the things together to design your innovation .

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" 1 teaspoon cocoa powder . Okay , so here comes the cocoa powder ." You had carefully read all the instructions for making the cupcakes and tried not be reckless . Measuring every dry ingredient and every fluid correctly you mixed them together . You had never tried your luck at cooking before . This was the first time you were cooking for someone , and that too a boy . You had pushed all the maids out of the kitchen and had the kitchen to yourself . You had decided to make cup cakes for him and also a keychain . You had just returned from the market buying all the essential things you required . " What are you making ?" Your stepmom entered the kitchen and folded her arms across her chest . " I-I was making a cupcake for Baekhyun ." You answered while mixing the milk with the flour in the bowl . " Do you need any help ?" She asked you politely . " No , it's fine . I'll do it myself ." You answered with a smile .

You had been talking a lot to her recently but still you couldn't bring yourself to accept her . You were still trying . Baekhyun's words had deeply influenced , like every inch of your skin . You did not know that a man's touch and words could have such an ineffable effect on you . You had never been close to any man except your father and Chanyeol , and now that you were , it was too heavy for your heart to carry such a feeling .Whenever you were near Baekhyun , your heart would start thumping loudly , so loud that you feared that Baekhyun might have heard it . The way he had wrapped his slender finger around your hand that day was so intimate for you . Just a few days ago , you were at Baekhyun's apartment and he had his hand over your knee . The way his milky and velvet like smooth skin touched your denim jeans was making your heart beat rapidly ; you could still feel the warmth there . Whenever his skin made a contact with yours , it would make your insides churn and would start some tingling feels inside your veins .

The way his chocolate brown hair covered his forehead was so sexy . You could actually write a whole thesis about his looks , but that would take a whole day . Some of the honorable mentions are - his thighs , his eyebrows , his nose , his adam's apple , his chest and many more things . The best part of his body according to you was his lips . They looked so plushy and whenever they made that bow kind of shape , you wanted kiss them . " And done ." You poured the batter into the heart-shaped molds and kept them inside the oven. You set the timer for thirty minutes and decided to make the key chain while the cakes were being baked .

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You poured the mixture of plaster of paris in the guitar shaped mold . You had mixed some adhesive , colors and some glitters in it . You let the mixture dry while you pulled out the tray from the oven when the time was over . The odor of chocolate reached to your nostrils . They definitely smelled good . " I hope he likes them ." You carefully took out the cakes from the molds and let them cool down . After they became a little cool , you covered their tops with cream . You drew shapes on some and faces on the others . Finally , giving them a finishing tough with adding on sprinkles you kept them in the refrigerator . Waiting for the the key chain to dry , you decided to relax by playing your guitar . You tuned your guitar since you hadn't played it for a long time . You cleared your throat and strummed some chords to check if it was tuned correctly or not .

You began singing John Legend's All of Me . You had a habit of singing with your eyes closed so you did that but as you reached the chorus , you could only see Baekhyun's image before your eyes ; His smiling face which you loved the most . You couldn't concentrate and your attention wavered resulting in getting a cut on your finger . " Ouch ." You hissed in pain and immediately got the first aid box and wrapped a band aid around the cut .

Having nothing to do , you decided to watch your favorite k-drama . You liked cute,romantic things . It was weird for a girl who pushed everything away but now you wanted your old self back .You decided to check the key chain and to your relief it had dried up . With great difficulty you carved the letter 'B' on it . You drew some cute and small stars on them to make it more attractive . You had never worked so hard to make something . Whenever you had to go to a party , you simply bought it rather than applying your exemplary skills . It might be a matter of priorities . Maybe Baekhyun meant so much to you that you couldn't miss any opportunity to make him happy . Maybe , you liked him . Brushing away these thoughts , you decided to get ready . You had decided to wear rugged blue jeans and a pink tank top . This was the only non-black cloth you had . Quickly wrapping his gifts you headed towards the venue .

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" Despacito , fgghjbhtewrh despacito, fsghg ido ~" Baekhyun and Chanayeol SCREAMED on top of their lungs as they SANG the lyrics of Despacito . " Stop singing if you don't know the lyrics . You both are speaking gibberish ." You yelled at both of them to stop them from destroying the grace of the song . But they never followed your orders and continued their leisure . Baekhyun turned his face and winked at you before continuing singing . You blushed and looked down . You never would have thought that going to karaoke would be so much fun . You had never gone to one until today . Even though you hadn't utter a single word except for 'Happy Birthday Baekhyun' . They told you to join them but you decided to just judge them .

You had fun with Chanyeol but Baekhyun made the evening more special . Of course , it was his birthday today , it had to be special . But he had made your evening special today . You still hadn't given him the gift yet ; you were too shy . You weren't sure if he would like it or not ." Komo , come on . We'll sing together ." You were reluctant to go but when you saw his puppy eyes you just decided to give up . "F-Fine." You got and shyly stood beside Baekhyun who handed you the mic .

All the three of you started singing Fifth Harmony's Worth it . Both Baekhyun and Chaanyeol were twerking while you could only laugh at them . Finally , out of breath both Baekhyun and Chanyeol sat down on the couch leaving space for you in the middle . You sat in the reserved space and both of them rested their heads on your shoulder . " That was awesome . It's the best birthday ,thanks to you guys ." He entangled both of you in a group hug ; a group of three friends is always 'legendary'. Pulling away he smiled at both of you which melted your heart . " All thanks to you buddy ." Chanyeol confessed and playfully hit him .

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After cutting the cake together ,you guys had talked about a lot of things . Chanyeol exposed his deepest secrets and you hit him for not sharing it with you . You told them how you hated some of your college mates you thought were bitches and a little immature for their age . Chanyeol sang some of the songs that he had composed himself which made you and Baekhyun really proud . " I'll have to got bro . Sorry , but mom problems ." Chanyeol spoke ."But your mom doesn't ever-" Chanyeol cut you off ." Dad has come back from his business trip so I need to go." "No problem Chanyeol . Your coming here is the biggest gift for me itself ." Baekhyun thanked him ."Thanks for the party bro and happy birthday once again ." Chanyeol wished and hugged him before leaving the place .

" So I guess it's just the both of us ." Baekhyun spoke while chewing the chicken he had ordered . " Let's talk a walk by the river ." He suggested and you nodded . Paying for the bill , both of you headed outside . Baekhyun draped his arm around your shoulder making you feel all wiggly-wobbly . " Let's sit here ." He pointed towards the wooden bench . He headed towards it and you followed him . He remained silent for a long time , just staring at the dark sky filled with millions of twinkling stars . You just fidgeted in your seat .

" Whenever it used to be my birthday , my parents used to take me to the karaoke . I insisted the to take me to karaoke since I enjoyed singing . My mother wasn't much of a music-lover but my father had a splendid baritone." Baekhyun broke the silence which made you look at him. " It was a week after I turned twelve that I heard of a music festival being held in the neighboring city and I begged them to take me there . They agreed and decided to drive till there . We were enjoying the ride until a truck came speeding towards our direction and crashed with the car . My parents were taken to the hospital but the doctors couldn't save them . I was badly injured but they managed to save me . For months , I couldn't return to my old-self . I stopped making friends , talking to people and stopped eating ; just like you , I isolated myself for every fucking thing in this world . It was only with a passage of time that I realized that I was just killing myself . I was walking , breathing ,eating but I was dead inside . I was just wasting my life . I realized that instead of dwelling upon my problems , I should do something productive . So , I just decided to become a human being that would help everyone , heal people ; a bright ball of sunshine and I did that , which makes me proud ." He smiled at you and you could see the tears that he was holding back .

" You know...I was just curious about you . I know you suffered , I can see it in your eyes . You can always share it with me . Not that I am telling you to do that right now ." He scratched his nape . You exhaled and just looked towards the sky . " The constant support , my first best friend , my soul was my mother .She was so near to me that I couldn't tell whether I was her daughter or her bestfriend . Her love for me was ineffable . I loved my father too . He was just as bright as my mother . We were just enjoying the days of our life when it was discovered that she had Alzheimer's disease . It was her last day in this world when I had my audition for a company . When I came back home , I just couldn't breath upon discovering the truth . After her death , I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone . I became numb ; people stopped talking to me seeing that I lost my usual sheen and became one of those weird girls . My father and I became more and more distanced till I started disrespecting him . Things got out of hands when he got remarried two years after my mother's death . I just couldn't bear all the changes and decided to keep myself locked somewhere . I just kept on hurting myself , till there was no humanity left inside me..." You couldn't speak more since tears started appearing from their hiding place .

" Hey...it's fine . I'm here ." Baekhyun crept closer to you and embraced you in the most beautiful way . He caressed your hair and kissed it . " I-I shouldn't have gone to the audition , otherwise it wouldn't have happened ." You sobbed and snuggled closer to him . " It's not your fault Komorebi. Even I thought that if I wouldn't have asked them to attend the music festival , I would have changed the fate but I can't do that . What's has to happen will happen for sure . Problems would come one after the other and you must learn how to confront them . They thrash you till there is no confidence left inside you and your conscience just fails . They just torture you but you need to deal with them at any cost ." He spoke , not leaving you for a second .

" B-But I can't do it anymore Baekhyun . I'm tired of all this Baekhyun." You confessed and wrapped your arms around him . " You can do this Komo and you are doing it so well sweetheart . You inspire me everyday . You are such a strong-hearted girl and the most beautiful girl I've ever met who has beautiful smile despite all the scars ." He confessed and which made you smile and pull away but still his arm was around you ." Really ? You think that ?" You questioned as you couldn't really believe his words. " Yup . I know that." He leaned in and kissed your forehead . Your eyes closed slowly , your attention directed towards the fluttery feeling inside you .

" Hey ! You didn't give me my Birthday gift ." He spoke in a disappointed tone when he pulled away . " Oh Right ! Here." You handed him the packet which he opened hastily . He first opened the bigger box which contained the cupcakes and observed them with a never disappearing smile on his face ." I don't know if they taste good . I have cooked them for the first time.." You confessed shyly and looked at his face to see his reaction after eating the cupcake . " Are you kidding me ! They are so good. Here , try one." He handed you and you hesitantly put one in your mouth . As the chocolate flavor dissipated , you wanted more . They surely tasted good .

"Oh! There's one more gift . You really are my best friend." Baekhyun fished out the the smaller box and opened it . His fingers touched the beautiful red guitar key chain. "I-I made this myself." You spoke which made him gasp in surprise . "It's beautiful . It's so cute . Thanks Komo." He hugged you again and you gladly hugged him back.

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" YOU DELIBERATELY LEFT ME THERE ALONE !!!" You yelled into the phone . " Yup I did it so that you can spend some time with Baekhyun." Chanyeol confessed . You hung up the call in anger . It's not that you hated being alone with Baekhyun ; it's just that you had to show his decision failed . You had to tease him .

You still felt the warmth of Baekhyun's hug and you loved it . You shrieked and squealed the whole night before finally falling asleep . On the other side , Baekhyun too was happy since he unlocked the first door to his goal to make you happy .

#baekhyun fanfic #baekhyunxoc #baekhyun fluff

[iluvsexyvoltageguys]

A Heart Needs a 2nd Chance

Teorus x Reader

You caught a glimpse of his blond hair coming towards you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your book still opened in your hand, his familiar scent wafting through the air as he came closer. No, no, no, please don’t be him. Be anyone but him. You slowly opened your eyes… Fuck, it was him.

It was Teorus. The one who had a substantially inflated ego. The one who had told you he loved you. The one who had left your heart in pieces. He stood in front of you, his hands hooked in his pockets, his blond hair blowing in the breeze. You had nothing to say to him. And there’s nothing that he could say to you to change anything that had happened.

“What are you reading?” he asked awkwardly, his golden eyes studying you. “A book.” you snapped, your eyes falling back down to the cream-colored pages, hoping he’d take the hint; remembering how easily the two of you used to be able to speak to each other. “Is it good?” he asked, the bench shifting as he carefully sat down, leaving plenty of room between the two of you. “Read it yourself.” you said as coldly as you could manage; turning the page. “It’s subjective.”

He sighed, scooting closer to you on the bench. “Goldie, please—“ he started, his hand reaching out to touch your arm. You jerked your arm out of his reach, closing your book with a sharp snap. “Don’t touch me.” you said firmly. “And don’t try to explain yourself again, it’s been a year. It’s starting to sound pathetic.” you quipped; trying to hold firm. Doing your best not to show any weakness. Grabbing the strap of your purse, you rose to your feet quickly walking down the sidewalk.

With his long stride, he caught up with you quickly, making sure to keep his distance from you as walked beside you. “You’re right, it has been a year.” he said quickly. “I’ve had a full year to think about everything. I’ve grown up a lot in the past 13 months.” he said, the pain clear in his voice. “Great. Good for you Teorus.” you said, quickening your pace; your heart beating in your chest, just wanting to get away from him. “It’s about time.” you muttered.

“Will you please stop and listen to me for a second?” he pleaded. “You can keep talking, but I’m going to keep walking.” you informed him, slowing down as you reached an intersection, carefully checking traffic before heading out onto the road, careful to avoid looking at his face. His handsome, warm, stupid face.

“Okay.” he agreed quickly, happy for any time you were willing to give him, following you across the crosswalk. You groaned. You hadn’t thought Teorus would actually follow you. “I really want to explain what happened. I wan—“ He started saying. “There’s really nothing for you to explain Teorus. I loved you with my whole heart, I thought you loved me, too.” you said, hastening your pace, hoping to reach your apartment before all the emotions came flooding back. You didn’t want to give Teorus the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You plunged your hand into your purse, finding the key in preparation.

“______, I know I hurt you and—" You cut him off quickly, “I changed all my plans for you, I helped you get rid of your mark, I supported you every way I knew how to. And what thanks do I get?” you asked rhetorically, reaching the stoop of your apartment. “I find you fucking some goddess.” you said, jabbing the key into lock. “I don’t know what there could possibly be for you to explain.” you hissed, pulling the door open and stepping inside, turning to look at Teorus’ bewildered face. “I want to forget the whole situation. I want to forget the pain, I want to forget the heartbreak. I want to forget you.” you said, slamming the door in his face. You turned, sliding down the back of the door, sobs wracking through your body, the emotions of that day rushing back to you.

Teorus had just gotten back from the heavens. You had just finished excitedly telling your best friend about Teorus’ impending proposal; having seen the ring hidden in his desk. You stopped at the supermarket on your way home, picking up ingredients to make his favorite meal. As you entered the mansion, you saw his shirt on the floor of the entry way, a jacket you didn’t recognize draped over the railing leading upstairs. Swallowing hard you walked slowly up the stairs, picking up the moans and heavy breathing coming from his bedroom…

You heard his palm hit the door, snapping you out of your day dream. “Just go away.” you pleaded, your breathing erratic as the tears continued to flow. “Please.” you heard him call gruffly through the door, his knuckles lightly rapping on the wood. Turning, you sat facing the door, your fingers shaking as you lifted the flap on the mail slot. He was turning, the noise of the metal catching his attention. A fresh wave of tears fell down your face when his eyes locked with yours through the tiny slot.

“What do you w-want?” you cried, noticing his normally bright eyes were clouded. “I want you to know that I’m sorry.” he said, leaning in to see your face. “I’ve never been so sorry for anything in my life.” He continued. “You’ve said that already. I know you’re sorry.” you said angrily. “Stop telling me that you’re sorry!” He flinched, “I want your forgiveness.” he said desperately, his hand reaching up to lean on the door, leaning closer to the mail slot. “I forgive you, Teorus. I already forgave you.” you told him, your voice raw. “I want to talk to you.” he said. “We’re talking now.” you told him. He nodded, knowing this was likely his only chance. Knowing that the moment you stepped away from that door was likely the last time he would ever have this chance. “I want another chance.” he pleaded softly, his golden eyes glistening.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips, your eyes widening in surprise. “You have got to be kidding me.” Teorus shook his head. “I’m not. I swear I’m not.” he said desperately. “I never loved anyone the way I love you.” You shook your head, your mouth agape. He had hurt you worse than anyone else had ever hurt you, and here he was, asking for another chance. He had clearly lost his mind. “Why would I give you a second chance?” you said, trying to harden your voice; unable to ignore your racing heart.“I know I don’t deserve one. I know. But I still love you, ______. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left.”

You wanted to hate him. You truly did. But he had been your first real love and even though he had betrayed you, it didn’t completely erase the good times, the good memories you had shared. You dropped the mail flap, closing it with a metallic clank. Rising to your feet you slowly turned the lock, pulling the door open. Teorus gazed up at you with shocked eyes, scrambling to his feet to face you. “You wanted to talk. Let’s talk.” you said dryly, motioning for him to follow you inside. He nodded, swallowing hard as he followed you into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. Walking into the kitchen, you pointed at the table; Teorus sat down, you pulled out the chair across from him.

The silence was driving you crazy, so you spoke first; the words you had wanted to tell him for over a year. “You broke my heart into a million pieces that day.” you said, your voice cracked as tears threatened to spill again; looking at your hands where they rested on the table, avoiding his eyes. “Let me help put it back together.” he said, quickly; reaching out to cover you hand with his. You shook your head, looking up at the ceiling; looking anywhere but at him. “It’s not that simple, Teorus.” you said, slipping your hand out from under his, resting them on your lap. “It could be.” he answered softly, the emotion clear in his eyes; hurt because you had pulled away.

“I don’t trust you.” you said, your eyes meeting his. He let out an audible, shuddering breath. “I know.” he said sadly. Silence settles between the two of you. You spoke up moments later, not able to stop yourself from getting the answers you needed to move on. “Why did you do it? Why did you sleep with her?” He sighed, this time it was him who avoided eye contact. “Because it was easy. Because I let my old self get to my head. I thought that since I was a god; especially a Wishes god, that no one would question me for my choices. That I could do what I wanted and no one would judge me. That it wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

You let out a humorless laugh, Teorus winced, knowing it had hurt you. “I wanted to stay away, Teorus.” you said. “I showed up at the mansion a couple of times. I was trying to talk myself out of going.” You looked at him. “Then, why did you?” he questioned. “Why did you come?” His eyes were on yours and you couldn’t look away. “Because… because I can’t shake you, Teorus. As badly as you hurt me, I can’t forget you. I don’t want to forget you.” you admitted. “Because I’m still in love with you.”

Teorus’ eyes shimmered, extending his hand, palm up, across the table to you. You stared at his hand for a moment, before allowing yourself to rest your hand in his. He let out a jerky breath, the pad of his thumb closing around your hand. “Let me earn your trust back. Let me show you how much I’ve changed, ______, please.” he pleaded.

You bit your lip before slowly nodding. “This is the last chance, Teorus.” you warned. “I-I can’t have my heart broken like that again.” He squeezed your hand, “This is the only chance I need. I promise you.” he said earnestly, his eyes sincere. You nodded slightly, knowing he was telling you the truth.

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 28

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A knock at the front door frame roused ‘Choly from where he slept on his couch. He sat up to find Sturges backlit by the moonlight. Rubbing at his eyes with a yawn, he motioned for him to come in.

“You’re the only one of us I don’t think’s eaten yet today. You want a can of pork n’ beans?” Sturges sat in the armchair and offered him a can and a fork. “I’ve got a can opener.”

“Food does not agree with me. Not now, and not for a long time.”

“Sorry to hear that. That’s only one of the things I came over here to talk to you about, at any rate.” Sturges held the can and utensil in his lap. Once ‘Choly put on his glasses, the handyman continued. “Preston says you lived here before. That right?”

“It… it wasn’t just my house. I had a roommate. And of course Angel. I’m so grateful Angel’s still here.”

“I didn’t mean to get you on a sorry topic,” Sturges apologized. “Came by to check on you, and to scout out what kinds of repairs I might be able to offer. I tinker and repair and improve constantly, even in my sleep. Helps me knock out faster, to deconstruct and reconstruct stuff in my head. I’m pretty handy when I put myself to it. And seeing as this was… is… literally your house, I figured you might like to see a few of the walls back up.” He winked at the chemist.

‘Choly did his best to ignore that the Med-X had worn off, and give his attention to his guest. His leg was definitely wrecked from the fighting earlier.

“For how much of an outburst I had over keeping possession of the house, I’m struggling to make peace with actually living here,” he admitted. “Nothing against you, but… everything is so different. Sometimes, things don’t get any better, and that’s okay. It’s not like they can ever go back to the way they used to be.”

“Things can and will get better,” Sturges objected with a stern, pleasant wagging of his finger. “I had my suspicions you were prewar, from how you talk about things, but Preston did everything in his power to skirt that description when he was apologizing about how you got mad at the Longs before. Everything’s gonna even out, once we establish ourselves here. Promise. I’m optimistic about this place. Surely we can do something about all the ghosts and cobwebs for you. Make it someplace the lot of us can call home. Including you.”

As Sturges got lost in thought, ‘Choly couldn’t tell if the warm distant smile fell on his face or just past him. Sturges realized he was staring and stopped.

“It’s certainly better here than Concord,” ‘Choly admitted. “You really want me around after the way I acted earlier? After knowing that I helped those raiders be as formidable as they were?”

“They had you fooled into thinking you were getting something good from the arrangement. None of us wholly faults you. Besides, you helped us get rid of them. And what kind of neighbors would we be, if we didn’t help you get your house back in order at the same time we settle in ourselves?” Sturges leaned in, steadying himself with a hand on his own knee. “Can I ask you a stupid question?”

“I’ve been asking most of the questions today,” ‘Choly allowed, stunned to have verbal confirmation that yet another of the group accepted him in some way. “It’s only fair.”

“Alan… It’s really Elaine, isn’t it? Rather, it used to be.”

The chemist bit his lip and sank back on the couch, stiffening.

“Close enough. I’ve been Alan since I stepped foot on the continent. I’m from Russia. What of it?”

Sturges mirrored him and sat back to defuse the stress a bit.

“Psh, it’s nothing. If you’re Alan, you’re Alan. Really, it’s a lot like how I’m Sturges.”

‘Choly squinted at him, and sat back up slowly.

“I really hadn’t met anybody else like me. Like this. Not in the motherland, not before the war, and certainly not here now. Really?”

“It’s more normal than you were led to think. People… change names in the Commonwealth all the time. And no matter the reason, that’s your business. Am I right?”

“Quite right.” ‘Choly didn’t remember the last time he really genuinely smiled. “To be honest, I don’t even feel like an ‘Alan’ anymore. I’ve been going by ‘Melancholy’ since I really started establishing myself again. I’m starting to think I might have gotten as lucky meeting you all, as you did meeting me.”

“Maybe so. I just wanted to make sure you heard it from my mouth, that we’ve got a gob of respect for ya, and not to sweat the little stuff. Listen, I know you said you weren’t hungry, but I’m gonna leave this in case you get peckish.” The can went to the floor beside the couch. “Keep your strength up. Get some rest. I’ll look the house over better in the daylight tomorrow. And we’ll discuss getting this place in order once everybody’s had a chance to recover from the Museum. Sound good?”

“Sounds amazing. Goodnight, Sturges.”

“Goodnight, ah. Melancholy.”

‘Choly resumed getting comfortable on the couch as Sturges left, only for Angel to come in a few minutes later.

“Ah, Sir. You’re awake! I was just tending to the others so that they might bed down for the night. Do tell me if you need anything of me?”

“I… really should eat something,” he resigned, sitting back up with a pained grunt. “Could I… have a Melancholia, please?”

“Certainly, though mind we’ve only got the six left.” It almost tacked on a since you gave the one to Mister Jared, but it knew better, and simply handed over the cherry-sweet refreshment without another word.

As ‘Choly nursed at the drink, he got focused on his leg, and distant on everything else.

“My chem lab survived mostly in tact, and I’ve got plenty of Melancholy’s salt left over. We’ll talk about replenishing my stock in the morning. Right now, I think I underestimated how badly I was injured earlier. Could I have a Stimpak as well, Angel? To the back of my left leg?”

As it administered the requested medication to the gestured-to body part, Angel halted in awareness.

“The Melancholia contains cyclomorphine, Sir?”

“–Just morphine. I swear it.” ‘Choly took another swig off the meal replacement to hide his sweating. He did his best to keep the leg straight while the Stimpak worked its magic on the torn musculature. “I’ve always meant it when I’ve said it’s the only way I got through Deenwood. Meal substitute… and nepenthe.”

Angel was quiet for some time, wringing its tendril-appendages together.

“I haven’t offered it before now, because I haven’t thought it my place to, but Sir… You do have three ampuoles of Addictol in my stores. I am remiss, to have let your penchants get this far out of hand… Did you really mean it, that it’s the only sustenance your constitution’s allowed since you returned from the vault? Or was that the addiction talking?”

“Your cooking is exceptional,” he replied, falling drowsy already. “It’s no knock against your cuisine. You’re handier than any Handy in the kitchen. I’ve done well to keep any food down, fresh or otherwise. The only thing that hasn’t given me trouble is what I have in my hand right now.”

“I understand. And I can’t persuade you to make future batches of Melancholia without its… key ingredient?”

“For you, I would give it a shot… but I can’t promise I’ll continue leaving it out.” This was too heavy a conversation for him, but he couldn’t very well just tell his closest companion to simply shut up. Not when it was expressing a very real concern for his sustained health. “We can take it one day at a time.”

“…If I help you make more Melancholia, can you promise me that you’ll make it the only chem you touch from now on?”

‘Choly swallowed hard on the last bit of the lead-heavy sweet drink, and barely managed to hand the bottle back to the damaged Handy without dropping it.

“I… I owe you that much, after everything that’s happened. I can agree with you that the constant sampling has had… long term adverse effects.”

“You were struggling, but I did not know the extent. I know now to voice my concerns as I encounter them, and that you respect me enough not to dismiss me. I just… I want nothing more than to see you alive and thriving again, Mister Carey. It gives me meaning to have you back in my life again. And I want you here for as long as time allows it.”

“I wouldn’t have lasted a day out here without you. You’re… my guardian angel.”

He would have sworn he saw a sweet smile cross the Handy’s chrome front as he closed his eyes and laid back on the couch.

“Keeping watch over you as you get your beauty sleep, Sir. Rest well.”

He awoke the next morning to find Angel had set out an inhaler on the arm of the couch beside his glasses. Once he had his eyes on again, he looked it over, though he knew what it was without reading it. The Addictol. He realized that while he slept, Angel had covered him up with a hospital blanket and tucked a pillow under his head, and he smiled to himself. He pocketed the inhaler and folded up the blanket into a tidy pile with the pillow, and turned to find Angel come back into the living room.

“Good morning, Sir! I’ve got a fresh pot of coffee brewed for you, and you’ll find a bottle of your Melancholia at the kitchen table as well.”

“Good morning, Angel.” He smiled tiredly, rubbing at his bed head as he shuffled over to the now-rickety aluminum chair. He sat at the peeling linoleum table, and Angel rushed over to open the bottle for him. “Thank you.”

The Handy poured him a cup of coffee and brought it also.

“Do tell me you slept well.”

“Besides the nightmares, I can’t complain.” He alternated between caffeine and morphine, somehow comfortable despite it all. Jokingly, he looked to his Pip-Boy. “Did the Sunday paper come yet?”

“Late as always, Sir.”

“Two hundred years late,” he laughed, nearly crying out of nowhere.

“Oh, dear. Sprung a leak, and I’ve only got a… shop rag to offer you?” It handed him the wadded-up, rust-colored, low thread count square of cloth apologetically. “Was it something I said?”

“No, no.” He sniffed. “I thought I could make light of my situation, but it’s still too soon.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve spent the morning cooking breakfast for the others. Even in the short time we’ve known this group, I’ve grown quite attached. They’ll make fine neighbors, if I do say so.”

“Take care of them all you like. They deserve a little of your brand of affection, after all they’ve been through. And I know it’s a comfort for you to look after them as well. It’s always been your nature.” All the while, ‘Choly ignored that he clutched the Addictol in his pocket. He knew it was an elephant in the room, and he cleared his throat and took another sip of coffee. “No, I haven’t taken it yet. I’m… not ready yet.”

“Not ready?” Angel looked on in confusion. “Addictol isn’t painful, Mister Carey.”

“Not ready… to be addiction-free,” he sighed, setting down both the beverages and the inhaler on the table. “I’m sure you haven’t been able to process why I haven’t taken Addictol before now. I can’t handle just being me again. The withdrawals have been a part of how I see myself for so long, that I don’t know if I’m going to like what I see. It’s been long enough that I’ve forgotten how much of my condition is the withdrawals, and how much of it’s whatever happened to me from the cryogenics. I deserve to be as sick as possible, don’t I? There has to be a cost to me functioning normally. I can’t blame it on the chems, after I take the Addictol. I can’t blame it on something fixable, if I’m still sick. But… I’m done being scared of myself. Of how bad off I am.” He picked up the inhaler again and stared at it in his hands.

“You know I’m still here with you, every step. Even if dispatching your addictions doesn’t solve every health issue that ails you, I promise you that we will find something that will help you. We might even find something that cures you. There has to be something out there that can make it better, easier, for you, Sir. There must be.”

“Just having you here with me is a start,” he smiled. “The fact that despite everything I’ve done, you continue to have confidence that I can do better… You’ve been my everything, Angel. I mean that.”

“You can do it. I know you can.”

‘Choly exhaled his full breath, and, pinching his nose shut with one hand, he held the inhaler to his lips with the other. Depressing the ampuole into the actuator, he took its entire contents in one breath, and he set down the inhaler so he could clamp that hand over his mouth, to hold the aerosol medication in his lungs. He counted to ten, then another five for good measure, since it had so much damage to undo at once. When he finally exhaled, his head swam, and the humidity of the salty substance fogged up his glasses. After a minute, he looked at his hands, and then burst into laughter.

“Just what I was afraid of. I’m still me. Damn it!”

Angel unfroze once it realized he was kidding.

“–Oh, Sir. Thank you. This is the first step on you truly taking care of yourself. I’m so glad you have your humor about you. It’s a sign of good things. I could cry of happiness right now, had I the hardware for it.”

“Once I’ve finished my breakfast, and gotten myself presentable for the day, we should scout the immediate area for hubflower, now that I know what use it is. I’m certain with how many grew in the outskirts of Lexington, that there’s surely some around here. I’ll make a batch of fresh Melancholia this afternoon. I told you I’d make the first batch without it, and I will. But the flowers are just so beautiful. It wasn’t the chems talking, what made me gravitate toward them and start growing them. ”

“Just imagine. I know how you loved your gardening before the war, and I know how absolutely enthralled you were with the hubflowers. They are quite fetching a perennial, I must say. Imagine that we could get the garden thriving here again. Your flowerbeds! You could hedge the yard in hubflower, if you so desired it! And if you do see fit to continue including it in the ingredients of your meal replacement, you wouldn’t have to stray at all to collect it! And… you’d be surrounded by something you consider beautiful.”

“I gardened at the pharmacy because of how badly I missed it here,” ‘Choly admitted, starry-eyed. “Bozhemoy, Angel– I could have that here. We could. I know you loved the garden as much as I did. Between you and Sturges and the others, we just might have a real shot at making Sanctuary habitable again.”

“Most importantly, you haven’t mentioned yet.” It hovered nearer, its ocular lenses clustering near his face. “How are you feeling? Now that you’ve taken your medicine?”

He grinned, heavy-lidded, and caressed two of its three lenses as though to cradle its face in his hands.

“Like the lot of us can achieve just about anything.”

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[nastymeowmeow]

I feel really unfocused today. Like all the noise in my head is so random. Like all 5 of my brain cells are talking, but not to each other. They're just talking into the open and all of the noise is just ricocheting around in my poor little brain.

Here's just a bunch of word vomit.

I want to do chores and clean. I have laundry to hang, dishes to wash, more things to throw away, and floors to sweep. Maybe even the garage to tidy up? I don't know. I need a change in scenery at home.

I just noticed that I do a lot of random things out of habit. I have to have the volume in multiples of 5. I crack my window of my car if I leave my keys in it. I eat my food one food group at a time, saving my favorite for last. Whenever I color I like to have my art supplies organized in rainbow order, or if it is grayscale I organize by shade. If one nail breaks, all my nails get cut down to the same length. When I listen to music I listen to each individual instrument and the lyrics and the bass and tempo separately and appreciate them all individually. Before I get out of bed, I play a dress up game in my head to choose my outfit for the day. I have a poor memory so rewatching movies is always fun for me because I get surprised or entertained the same every time I rewatch it. I have to know what time it is at all times or I get anxious beyond control.

I'm still angry at the world. I've been doing some allegedly illegal things at my own risk. I won't say what I'm doing because getting caught would turn my world upside down. I should stop, but I don't really fucking care right now? I also know I'm not taking a healthy approach to my overall health and mental health, but again. I don't really care. I'm taking shortcuts to better my life because I'm fucking tired of being a good noodle. I am not hurting anyone with my alleged actions, only potentially myself.

I need to empty the room I made for us to be able to have some kink dot com level playtime. It's never going to be used. Those toys are not fun for solo play. It's just wasted space and a constant reminder that I'm a fucking idiot who does too much for the people I love and lust.

I could be drowning in pussy. I could have 100 girlfriends. I could be getting laid and sleeping on tig ol bitties every night if I wanted to, but I'm still fucking stuck on her. I can't even justify a rebound because it just makes me sad. It's so empty and heartless. It's not my style.

What do I do with this giant fucking Peep? His name is Peepcasso. She bought him for me impulsively one random night at Walmart when she was buying ingredients to make me the forbidden french toast. It was an abomination, and it was probably actually really bad, but I liked it because she made it for me. Now I have this giant fucking stuffed bunny marshmallow in my bed. I don't want to give him to Ruby because I'm selfish, but I don't want to throw him away because not only is that ecologically rude, but I'm still attached to him. How pathetic.

I dreamed about fighting again last night. I dreamed some guy was disrespecting his girlfriend in front of me and I choked him out while digging my fingers into his pressure points. I was disturbingly excited about doing it. He tapped out and I let him go and warned him to watch his attitude or I wouldn't be as nice next time. Then he went and did a disrespect and I punched him square in the jaw and knocked him on his ass. Then I woke up. I don't know why my subconscious wants to fight someone so badly. I hope going to the dessert gives me some peace this weekend.

I won't have internet next month, and I'm cool with that. My soul is so vintage I still use a VCR. I have a massive collection of Disney movies, and I still have my PS3 that I watch DVD's and Blu-Rays on. I don't really need internet at home. I have video games that I can play offline. I have movies. I have arts and crafts. I have my yard and garden. I have chores. I have this blanket to crochet. I'm cool without the internet at home. Ruby will be such an oddball telling her classmates that her favorite movies are old school Disney movies.

I finally bullied St. Luke's to find me a fucking therapist but they couldn't get me in until the beginning of July. That's a little more than two months away. That's a long time to go without psychotherapy when I'm in this state of mind, but I've survived this long. What's another two months?

I'm still in the mood to shut everyone out, throw everything away, and just hide from the world. I've already started on throwing everything away. Life is so complicated. Why does my house also have to have so many complicated things? Why do I have to have so many options? I don't want to have 500 hobbies. Even if I'm good at all of them, I don't want to be surrounded in unfinished projects. Dead dreams and aspirations. Unused supplies. I hate it. I want to do nothing but art but I don't have time. I just want to get rid of all of it. I've told people that my art is part of my soul, and maybe it feels a little bit like I'm throwing pieces of my soul away, but... I like it. It feels good. It feels good to be a little bit empty.

I'm trying really hard not to push everyone away though. I know if I didn't have everyone in my life keeping me in check, I'd be doing a lot worse... I just don't have the energy to be a good friend right now. I have nothing to give back. I just don't want to be around people lately... but I'm forcing myself to be.

I have a Bar Bingo night planned with Weston. I am going to Shasta's apartment to eat and maybe play Pokemon with Junior. I am going to the desert with Trey to destroy some glass. I am meeting up with Ethan this weekend to exchange late birthday gifts. I am taking Amber and Remie out to my favorite Chinese restaurant this weekend so we can have foodgasms. I am making plans to visit a new friend for an art day. I am going to go to a Magic draft night when Ruby is out of town. I don't want to do any of these things, but I know if I let myself push everyone away and I lock myself in my tower, these heathens that I call my brain cells will fucking murder me.

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[hellaoldfander86]

The Grey Mage’s Quest  Ch. 1

Word Count: 1707

Tags: Errrr? None? Please let me know, and will change.

Pairings: Platonic.

Summary: A peaceful picnic in the imagination is interrupted by a mage who needs to procure a component that would reverse the effects of previously irreversible magic. To force Prince Roman and the other sides to help him, he uses the very magic he needs the reversal component for to change each of them.

Because if they don’t get it they can’t change back to normal.

A story set after the events in my first fic, “Fixing the Failure”. Read it here.

Chapter 1: Meeting the Mage

Read it on AO3 here. 

“What the heck!?” Virgil growls from his small cell in the bioluminescent lit cave he had just woke up in.

Roman crosses his arms and sighs. “I have no idea, emo nightmare, I’m just as confused as you as to why someone would do...this!” Roman waves his hand to indicate his own incarceration from his small cell next to Virgils.

“Let’s not fight here, kiddos.” Patton chides the two from his cell across from Virgil's, “It’s not going to solve anything right now.”

“Patton is correct.” Logan says in his cell next to Patton's, “Shouting will only cause us to lose our voices, and our current situation will be unchanged.”

Virgil sighs. “This place is your realm, Roman. Why did this happen? You are supposedly the Head Honcho around here, aren't you in control here?”

Roman paces in his small cell. “I have some semblance of control when I go into the imagination, but there are, for the lack of a better word, uncontrollable things that happen upon which I have no control over whatsoever.”

“You mean anomalies. A deviation from the common rule, type, arrangement, or form, one that is abnormal and does not fit in. An incongruity or inconsistency, an irregularity.” Logan says with an adjustment to his glasses.

“Exactly! Anomalies! I will have to remember that word! Thank you, Logan! The imagination is a vibrant, constantly changing thing. It is always “on”, you can’t turn it off, it is constantly getting information from Thomas, and applying that information in different ways. Plus while I was “away” I have no idea what transpired here. I was unable to interact with or access it at all. “Anomalies” were bound to happen without my supervision,” Roman adds, pacing in his small cell.

“Oh great.” Virgil sighs.

Roman stops pacing and looks toward the entrance of the cave, lost in thought. If the aftertaste in his mouth is any indication, they were dosed with sleep powder. After the picnic, which was going swimmingly, he mentally adds, they all decided to lay down on the blanket they had spread in his favorite meadow to just enjoy the lovely day, and Patton being Patton, noticed some funny shaped clouds and began pointing them out and excitedly announcing what he thought they looked like. The last one he remembers is a dog chasing a ball before he woke up in this cell. The gentle breeze blowing could have carried the sleep powder easily.

Romans musings are interrupted by sounds coming from the entrance to the cave, and a hooded, grey-robed figure strides in, carrying a small satchel. The anomaly has arrived. “Good! You are all awake! I am so sorry I was not here, I suddenly remembered I needed some supplies, and needed to get a fresh ingredient!”

Roman clears his throat. “And you are?”

“Oh! Forgive me, Your Highness! I am Karybdis the Grey, at your service.” The figure says with a bow.

Roman nods in acknowledgment. The anomaly now has a name, a familiar one. “Wait, the people speak highly of you in the realm, you are an accomplished potion maker and alchemist, and they say you are well versed in the magical arts, and a good man. Why are I and my friends here in these cells?”

Karybdis lays his hood back, revealing a handsome face with black hair and grey eyes, and Roman estimates his age to be in his early 30s. “My Prince, I was going to ask you for your help, but I could not accept no for an answer. So I have shamefully abducted you and your friends. I am hopeful you will forgive me when this is all over, and not toss me into the castle dungeon and throw away the key.”

Roman narrows his eyes. “You think I will help you after being abducted and confined in this small cell? If you threaten the lives of any of my friends to get this help you want so badly I just may toss you into the deepest, darkest hole in my dungeon and forget about you!”

The Grey Mage stiffens. “You will have no choice in the matter. I am in control here, Your Highness.” The mage reaches into his satchel, and retrieves a small bottle with a milky, glowing liquid in it, and holds it up for Roman to see.

Roman’s eyes widen, the anomaly now has something unexpectedly potent, something that has a way to powerfully influence him and his fellow sides in unexpected ways, bending them to the whim of the first true anomaly of his realm, magic.

“How did you get Chaos Water?! It is the most volatile of all magical ingredients! There is no known reversal agent for it that I know of! You can’t use that! The magic would be irreversible!”

The mage smiles. ”But there is a reversal agent. I have finally found where I can get it. And you and your friends will help me get it, you will have no choice, as I have said.”

Karybdis motions to a large work table nearby with four small potion bottles neatly arranged in a straight line. “I add a drop of the water to each of these transformation potions. You each drink a potion, transform into whatever the chaos magic makes you into. Unless you help me get the reversal agent, you stay transformed. Easy as that.”

If looks could kill, the mage would have been evaporated with the lasers Roman was glaring at him. “What if we change into a mindless creature? This is chaos magic we are talking about here. You would have to lock us up until the agent is found IF the agent is found.” Roman growls.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” The mage says.” Each of these potions is tuned directly to each of you. While you were unconscious, I analyzed your auras and prepared the components accordingly. All I have to do is after the water is added, is to give the appropriate magical instructions for your minds to stay intact, no matter what the magic transforms you into. Chaos magic is unpredictable but controllable in that aspect.”

“We have no choice, Roman,” Logan says with a sigh. “As much as I hate to admit it, we are at an impasse. He is correct in saying that he has all the control here, all the leverage. The logical choice is to help him. He is the one with the keys to our cells.”

Roman looks at each of his fellow sides and is thankful that Thomas wouldn’t be needing them for a video since he was hard at work on other projects. Plus, time passes differently in the Imagination, they would barely have been gone when they return to the mind palace. They have no choice but to see this thing through. And he fervently hopes that they will be able to procure the reversal agent because he really doesn’t want to be stuck in whatever form the chaos magic changes him into.

Roman rubs a hand over his face and sighs heavily. “So be it. There is no choice in the matter.”

The Grey Mage nods and turns to the work table. He opens a long box and retrieves his wand and sets it within easy reach. He carefully opens the bottle containing the chaos water and retrieving a new dropper out of his satchel, dips it into the water and pulls a small amount of the milky water into the dropper. He then adds a single drop of the water to each potion, causing them to glow slightly. He quickly, yet carefully, reseals the bottle and puts the chaos water away in the nearby cupboard.

The mage then picks up his wand, takes a deep breath, and while slowly waving the wand over the line of bottles, says in a firm, clear voice: “Mutatio corporis, mens immutata!” He then points his wand at the first bottle and in the same firm, clear voice says, “Moralitas!” He moves his wand to the second bottle and says “Logica!” He moves his wand to the third bottle and says “Anxietas!” His wand moves to the last bottle and he says “Glossarium!” With one last wave above all the bottles, he then declares “potionem crimen!” And each bottle begins to glow in a different color. Light blue, dark blue, purple and red. “They are ready. Who wants to go first?” Karybdis asks as he puts his wand away in its box.

Roman immediately speaks up. “I’ll go first. This is my realm after all.” The mage picks up the red glowing bottle and presents it to the royal side with a slight bow. As Roman accepts it he looks the mage in the eyes. “How do you know this will just transform me once? Chaos magic is unpredictable.”

Karybdis nods. “That it is, Your Highness. But I have used the bare minimum, so one change only. And with it mixed into the potion that is tuned to be contained within your aura, the change will be of a personal nature. An insecurity or some such will be brought to the forefront and become your new form. It could be relatively small or a large drastic change. I have no control over what that will be, because of the chaos water. Which was a last minute idea of mine after I had assembled the core ingredients, and why I wasn’t present when you awoke. I had to get some fresh water for best potency and the leverage I so desperately needed. Besides, I will know when the change is complete.”

Roman held the red glowing bottle between two fingers and took a deep breath. “I have no choice.” he murmured and tipped the contents of the bottle into his mouth and swallowed, quickly handing the now empty bottle back to the mage.

The bitter herbal taste lingered on his tongue and the potion slid down his throat like a gelatinous blob. It reached his stomach and sat there like lead. His body suddenly began to tingle, and Roman looks at his hands to see a slight red glow surrounding them. A sharp pain shot through his middle. His change began.

Chapter 2

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