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poochiray · 1 year

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10 OffGun-ish fics you should read

So I’m coming up on my anniversary soon. This month it’s been a year since my first OffGun story I’ve published. Within this year, I’ve read and wrote a ton of OffGun. So I thought I’d celebrate the occasion by recognizing some of my favorites from the fandom. These are not really in any particular order, so please keep that in mind. I’m not ranking one over the other. And each story has its own special things I like about them. Some of my favorite tropes I tend to gravitate towards are slow burn, pining, angst, smut, humor, switching (be it sexual position or partner), happy endings, & getting together stories. Almost all of these stories have a couple of these things in them. So without further ado, the list~

1) Picking Flowers by allourheroes | 13.3k, Explicit, Pick/Rome

Ya’ll, it was so hard to pick a story by this author. I like a lot of their stories and honestly anything you read by them is going to slam. But there are two stories I think back on even months later. This is one of them. The synopsis of this story is that Pick (as a veterinarian) sometimes has to take care of supernatural creatures. And as such, he comes across a half-pixie named Rome. It’s just such a unique take on Pick/Rome and even though it’s a fantasy AU, their personalities still shine through. It’s cute, romantic, a little angsty, and honestly I remember it being a little slow burn too. Just a very very cute story and definitely worth the read.

2) our hands speak for us by Rioana | 12.1k, Explicit, Off/Gun

K this author has three works, and honestly you should read all of them. I’m not even kidding here. Rioana just gets Gun. Her first story is basically an extensive character study on Gun and as you read through it, you just accept it as reality. Her stories just make sense as plausible explanations, and the same can be said for our hands speak for us. The premise of this story is set during Puppy Honey era, and Gun casually decides to give Off a blowjob to get him to be more comfortable to work with. Then things go from there. I won’t spoil it too much, but be forewarned, Off is not painted in the best light here. This is during his earlier filming career with Gun. As such, there is real situations referenced and the whole thing feels like we’re just going back in time. It’s very real. But very good.

3) A Savage Gang by piningbisexuals | 53.4k, Explicit, Khai/Third

Maybe an unpopular opinion, but this is my favorite Theory of Love story. It’s definitely a darker, more gritty tale. This was inspired by the Not Me trailer and what resulted was an amazing story where the Savage Gang are actually...well, a gang. There’s drugs, there’s sex, there’s the typical Third pining over Khai. It has everything I ever wanted in a story and the slow burn is just ughhh. So well done. This is a story that sticks around and stays in your head for weeks later. If you’re going to read any Theory of Love story, read this one.

4) make a wish by Feyrelynn | 7.7k, Explicit, Off/Gun

This was the very first OffGun story I bookmarked, so it kinda has a special place in my heart. I’d been dabbling in the fandom, going absolutely feral over edits of these two clingy men, and then I stumbled across this story and that was pretty much it for me. This is a birthday fic, with a very simple concept. Off places a wish on his birthday to see what life would be like if he was really with Gun. And then he gets his glimpse into that reality. Short, simple, and adorably sexy.

5) Provocation by hedgielettuce | 5k, Explicit, Third/Khai

Ok, if you are at all familiar with the things I write/read, this one won’t come as any shock to people on why it’s listed here. This is by far the sexiest Theory of Love story I’ve ever read. And why? Because this author embraces BOSSY THIRD. One of the reasons I love Third so much is because he calls the shots. He instills fear into his hot shot playboy boyfriend. He’s not playing. And this story expands on it, going so far as to show a jealous dom side to Third that makes perfect sense and leaves Khai in shambles.

6) love and eggs are best when they are fresh by pancakelady | 10.7k, Teen, Sean/White

Making this list made me realize I’m sorely lacking on Sean/White stories to recommend lmao. I think the reason being is that I just love their canon story so much. So, I don’t feel the need to read more about them? Does that make any sense? I dunno. But either way, this story stuck out more than any other for this particular pairing. It’s the classic high school AU where they are partnered to take care of a “child” for a school project. The “child” being an egg. This is just a very fucking cute story and pretty wholesome too. I think it’s the only story not rated E that I’ll be reccing, so there ya go haha.

7) The Initiation Series by pallidvixen | 30k+, Explicit, Pick Your Not Me Pairing, it’s all there

Now for the complete opposite of wholesome because I’m fucked up like that lmao. Wow. What’s there to say about this one? Well, for one, it’s a series. You have to read each story because it gradually builds up and gets crazier as it goes. But the basic premise is that Gumpa has an initiation ceremony that all the members of the gang must undergo to prove their loyalty and devotion to the cause. The ceremony? Group sex. It’s everyone fucking everyone. Gumpa with big dom energy, Black just pissed off and not wanting to be there, Gram being an eager fluffer for Black, Sean the virgin, Yok the slut...it’s just. It’s so fucking amazing. And shocking. And I could write so much more but I’ll stop. I get it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but ya’ll. This is the story I think about more than any other, it’s so fucking messed up and perfect.

8) Meant to Be by lililyyli | 76k, Explicit, Maetee/T-Rex

Ya’ll. I have a specific need, and it’s more of this pairing. I started this story because on the word count alone, ngl. Finding longer OffGun stories in general is such a rare treat. But to have one for this pairing too? Sign me the fuck up. The plot on this one was super cute too. Maetee has magical powers and is an exorcist, meanwhile T-Rex is a demon. Together they run into each other as kids and grow up as friends. Things happen, they part ways. They come back as adults and slowly fall in love with each other. I just remember binge reading this entire story in a day, it was so interesting and cute and lovely. And I still think about Maetee getting to dress up as a princess.

9) How Old My Heart by Xagan | 44.3k, Mature, Khai/Third

Ok one of my favorite tropes to read is pining. The thing is with this story is that all the pining is off screen. It's in the background. And it's fucking brilliant. As the reader, you get to piece it all together. You get to watch Khai wait and wait, always playing off as this fuckboy friend. You get to watch Third fall in and out of love with someone else. You then finally get to watch them both come together and create something beautiful, only for one to think it's all casual, the other not. It's a slow burn story, but well worth the read, and the ending was just perfect.

10) there’s a word for it by smyx | 8.7k, Explicit, Yok/Everyone

Lol so this story isn't even technically OffGun focused. This author has written some spicy stories that do feature more OG pairings, but, y'all. This story has a special place in my heart and there's a reason I'm reccing it over the others. It has charm. It is hilarious. Yok is basically a flirty slut who works his way around the gang. Yet in the end, he ends up attempting a threesome with SeanWhite and lol. It's so bad. I just like how sometimes the sex isn't omg amazingly mind-blowing. There is a realness there that I appreciated reading. And Yok's casual approach was just adorable and had me roaring with laughter throughout.

💚 If you've gotten to the end, thanks for reading my list! I'll probably be creating a new list for next year. Drop your recs in the comments! I'm always looking forward to reading new content of OffGun and their associated ships. 💚

#offgun #fic recs #fic list #real person fanfiction #not me #theory of love #i'm tee me too #puppy honey #puppy honey 2 #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #khai third #sean white #pick rome

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joviepog · 9 months

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SUNKISSED BY KHAI DREAMS

sorry, I like the song and it's maybe a cute idea for the song requests?

Idk but Wilbur x reader 😁😁

ILOVETHISSONGILOVETHISSONGILOVETHISSONGGGGGG

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Sunkissed

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: None just fluff :D

Pronouns: They / them

Requests: @ax-y10

Anything else: In this story wilbur wrote the song instead of Khai Dreams (I’M SORRY KHAI). I actually love how this turned out (i think it’s cause i like the song so much lolz). Thanks for being my first Song request!Want to request something like this? Click here!

Song to listen to:

(This story was NOT proofread!)

—♪—♪—♪—♪—♪—♪—♪—♪—♪—

“So slowly, your sunlit dreams pulls me out of sleep. Feel the morning through the blinds. I get to thinkin’ ‘bout your sunkissed face and a quiet place, i could give you all my time”

Wilbur is playing a free style song in his room as he starts to think about you. He’s recalling his usual mornings and how much he is always thinking about you. You two have been best friends for years and he couldn’t help but slowly fall for you. He first noticed when you guys were at his niece’s birthday party together. It was a sunny day at the park and all the little kids were running around the park. All the adults, including you two, were talking and making jokes. He doesn’t recall what the joke was but he remembers you laughing. When he turned to see you the sun was hitting your face and your sunkissed lips were shining in the sun. Your eyes were closed from the laughter and your hair moved in the soft breeze. He remembers a fluttering feeling in his chest and his eyes widen, “Wow…”

“You know i wanna be your rock, my love. You know i want to be your light in darkness; how you find me just in time to tell me what i needed to hear. So if you don’t know what you need you can just leave it all to me. I don’t want you worried ‘bout a thing… i know you’d do the same for me.”

Wilbur starts to talk about all the times you’ve helped him. When he is in his worst, when he is in his best, when he is just his plain old self, you’ve always been there. He wants to make sure that you can feel just as loved and just as cared for as you made him fee. So, he’s talking about how he doesn’t want you to worry about anything, he’ll be the one to worry not you.. because you shouldn’t have to worry a bout a single thing.

“Because your so lovely. Your so lovely. I cant help but fall for you. Love when you love me it’s so lovely loving you… so lovely loving you.”

Wilbur starts to sing about how much he loves you, even if you dont love him he still feels as if you do. He’s thinking about all the things he would do for you and how much he loves you. He first excepted that he loved you a while back, “I just can’t stop thinking about her mom.” He said as he leaned on the shopping cart, “Uh-huh.” She pulled out a carton of milk. “I mean, they’re so perfect. They’re kind and smart and-“ Wilbur’s mom walked up to him and put her hand on his cheek. “She’s sounds like a beautiful young lady.” She patted his cheek, “Now can you reach for that cereal box for me?” He rolled his eyes and reached it for her. She just didn’t get it.

“So softly a tender breeze brush against my knees on a summer afternoon. I get to thinkin’ ‘bout the hazy days under the august shade that i used to spend with you. I didnt realize that it was all i wanted, what i had. My riddled heart, i had to cradle back together just to see..”

Wilbur is at the same park he fell for you at. He’s looking at the beautiful sunset in the sky thiking about you. He leans his head back and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. A soft summer breeze hits his face and he cant help but think about all the moment he’s had with you at that exact same spot. And how he didnt realize that you were the love that he had always dreamed about.

“… it’s all like magic to me. You do magic, baby when you love me. It’s so lovely loving you.”

Wilbur’s thinking about how magical it feels to be around you. How much he wants to stay around you at all time and how he could never exist in a world without you.

“So slowly, your sunlit dreams pulls me out of sleep. Feel the morning through the blinds. I get to thinkin’ ‘bout your sunkissed face and a quiet place, i could give you all my time”

He’s back in his room and he stops playing the guitar. He looks out the window and his white curtains are swaying in the air as the soft breeze comes into his rooms. The stars are our and hecan’t help but admire their beauty. And he cant help but hate how they reminded him so much of you. He sighs and falls onto his bead, arms spread wide and his guitar on top of him. He closes his eyes and places a hand on top of them, a smile forming on his lips,

“Shit. I’m hopelessly in love with those sunkissed lips huh?”

Also if you lovelies wouldn’t mind can you please reblog this post if you like this type of stuff? Thx <3

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morkofday · 2 years

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RAINBOW noun 1 an arch of colors vicible in the sky, caused by the refraction and dispersion of the sun's light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere

2 the unification of colors on a rainbow is often thought to symbolize equality because the rainbow takes all of the visible colors of light and combines them into one

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! ♥ ↳ my favorite lgbtq+ characters in thai media i've (re)watched lately insp. I II III

some thoughts under the cut!

for pride month, i wanted to make something where i could appreciate some of the amazing characters i've come to love. so here they are, and here are some of my reasons for choosing them:

1) shin (tay tawan) - 3 will be free (red - passion, action, courage) i rewatched 3wbf for the third time at the beginning of the year. it is still one of my absolute favorite thai series, simply bc of its vibe and how much i love the main trio. amongst them, shin is my soulmate. he is the calm to neo and miw's chaos, the silence and peace to their roughness and noise. he stands in the sidelines, watching his two companions do their thing and doubts his place there. seeing him end up so happy and loved by so many ppl at the end gives me so much comfort ♥

2) akk (force jiratchapong) - enchanté (orange - creativity, enthusiasm, sociability) when it comes to akk and theo, it’s very hard for me to choose a favorite. i am absolutely in love with theo bc he breaks my heart. him losing his faith to love bc of his parents hits a bit too close to home tbh. but akk... he is so precious. he is lovely, sweet, ready to give his everything at all times. he never asks anything in return. he inspires me to be a better friend by being so selfless.

3) yok (first kanaphan) - not me (yellow - happiness, curiosity, deception) not me has such an amazing mix of characters it’s hard to choose favorites. i find something to love about all of them, but yok has a special place in my heart. i adore his passion - towards his art and his studies and the fight against injustice (and even his quest to seek out dan and then to stay with him). that passion inspires me and it's wonderful to see how in the series his passion inspires others too, allowing them to grow and be better ppl.

4) dew (ohm pawat) - dew the movie (yellow green - youth, hope, eternal life) i dunno if i have ever loved one movie this much or if i ever will. there is just something about this whole story that resonates with me. and then dew as a character in the middle of it all - his kindness, his hope, his faith, his smiles. his optimism in a world painted so dark is heartbreaking but also empowering. i wish there was more of him here. i wish he got his happiness after all the suffering ♥

5) khai (off jumpol) - theory of love (green - growth, luck, materialism) i rewatched tol a little after not me finished bc i wanted to see if it still felt as wonderful. i was a bit scared it wouldn't (i have changed as a person after all) but instead, it was even better. there were many things i noticed only after knowing the whole story and all those things made me ache for both khai and third. but in the end, i once again found myself appreciating khai's journey to self discovery and self growth. he works so hard to become better - to become a better person for third but also for himself. it makes me believe that we all can change if we truly want to and that no matter how many mistakes you make, you can still earn forgiveness ♥

6) tay (us nititorn) - kinnporsche (turquoise - calmness, empathy, secrecy) we see very little of him but in every scene, tay just Shines. he is absolutely amazing and i find his understanding towards everyone, especially kinn, such a huge strength. it requires a lot of patience to handle someone like kinn as a best friend, but tay does it bc he can see good in ppl. he can see into their hearts so easily. it's something i wish i could do myself.

7) fah (mek jirakit) - sky in your heart (blue - security, honesty, depression) i find it a little funny how obsessed with mek i've been ever since watching the gifted. there is just something about his face... but to fah, then. i feel like his character was somehow tailored for me to love. he's competent beyond words but at the same time just a human disaster. he has a big heart but he's gotten it broken so he's afraid to show it to anyone anymore. he's sweet and very caring but only to certain ppl. he hides behind this asshole facade, failing at keeping it up spectacularly bc that's just not who he is. am excited to figure him out and cry more about how prince slowly manages to heal him.

8) pran (nanon korapat) - bad buddy (purple - sensitivity, mystery, wisdom) it's amusing how many of us claim that pran is us. how can we all be him? but at the same time, it's so understandable. it's the collective queer experience i suppose - even a collective teenage/young adulthood experience if we consider what pran goes through. he falls in love and gets his heart broken; then turns himself to stone but never truly succeeds. he struggles with his parents and tries to fit his own hopes and dreams into his life in a way that would satisfy them. he's insecure but also strong af, loved by many ppl but incredibly lonely inside. no one gets him bc he's afraid to share pieces of himself to them. and then there's pat who wiggles his fingers inside all of pran's tiny cracks and pulls down all of his walls and it's so wonderful. it heals me as a similar person. we all deserve that. we all deserve to be loved like that.

9) thorn (suar kritsanaphong) - you’re my sky (pink - compassion, insecurity, comfort) when i started you're my sky, i didn't really find it in myself to like thorn as someone special to me. i rarely feel like that with the main characters so it wasn't unexpected. but he grew on me in all of his selfless, kind, idealistic glory. ep 11 still lives in my mind rent free bc it finally made me understand the tragedy within thorn. he's so ready to give up everything, to chase after this one dream - but he always falls a little short. there is always one more moment to wait, one more obstacle to overcome. one more tiny piece of himself to give up bc he cannot ask anyone else to be the sacrifice either. he literally gives parts of himself away anytime someone (fah) asks for it. and somehow i see myself in that too, how i used to ache after all the pieces i had lost. it was nice to see thorn finally receive some of those pieces back ♥

thank you if you were willing to read this far! happy pride month to everyone and i hope you all know that you are loved, appreciated, and deserve all the good things in this world ♥

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wolffapex · 1 year

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chapter three — it's me, hi!

this is chiara ratcliffe, or as her family calls her, angel.

→ words counting: 2,5k → warnings: none. → khai's notes: it's time for you guys to meet chiara! this chapter takes place in the same time as the first one, it still is ten years before. and i'd love to know what you guys are thinking about the story so far (we're getting close to toto and angel's first interaction). my ask box is always open!

LONDON

Chiara was a Business & Management student at the University of Cambridge. She wasn’t the one who chose the course because she did not see herself working in the business area. Instead, it has been an imposition from her father since she couldn’t define a specific area to study.

She didn't quite understand her father's desire to want her to study the business area like Samuel, since he was the one who would inherit the position of president of the company when it was the right time meanwhile the brunette didn't have the slightest ability to do so.

Jim always dreamed of having a daughter because it was her wish to name her after her mother, Angelina. When he found out that his wife's second pregnancy was a girl, that had been the happiest day of his life — only surpassed by the day he held little Chiara in his arms for the first time, calming her strong cries and scared, still dirty, minutes after Pilar gave birth.

Coincidentally, Pilar's pregnancy had been discovered the day Angelina passed away, which made the businessman believe that the girl would arrive to make his days shine again after a period of darkness with the loss of his mother, with whom he had always had a very strong bond.

Therefore, in addition to honoring the eldest, he also decided to make that glow that he felt the baby possessed, especially when her eyes turned to his face at the moment when she snuggled comfortably into his chest, ceasing the cry, you name it.

Chiara Angelina.

Or, for the Ratcliffes, Angel.

The nickname that accompanied her since she was a child, her parents discovered that it fit perfectly with her when the girl began to demonstrate her personality as the years went by and she grew up.

Jim liked to call her a free spirit and, while his wife and daughter had constant clashes due to their differences, he just got used to the way of being light, relaxed, uncomplicated and creative that she exuded but always trying to get her ready for the real world.

Chiara and Jim had an excellent relationship because he understood her, and the youngest did her best not to let him down. That was why she had entered the course he set and why she was attending University in Cambridge: she didn't want to let her father down — nor lose the bond and closeness they had.

The brunette liked to share moments with her family, so, even if she wasn't a big fan of motorsport, she liked to sit with her father and brother on Sunday to watch the cars racing in circles, not even even trying to understand at least what was happening on track.

So it was no surprise when Sam told him that his father had decided to sponsor a team for the last race of the year. Even though she didn't know much about the sport, she had heard — many times — the story of Juan Fangio, the idol of the oldest in the sport, which explained his love for Mercedes.

That Tuesday morning, Chiara had woken up late again, but it didn't matter too much because she lived less than one hour ride to the campus. She would she miss the first class but her grades in that subject were good enough to allow her to miss it.

— Good morning, Angel! — Samuel greeted her as soon as she entered the kitchen in the morning.

Very different from her, who was still wearing gray pajamas with sleeves and long pants, the oldest was already properly dressed for the day at work at the company downtown.

— Good morning. — Agnes smiled from where she was sitting, greeting her cousin with a nod and raising her cup of coffee for her to drink.

— Good morning, Agnes and Sam. — she smiled, rubbing a hand across her eyes, still sleepy and feeling her head throb a little while she assimilated the light that entered through the kitchen, which added to the white furniture in the room, only served to make her head hurt more at that moment. — Where are Mom and Dad?

— I just love how your hangovers corrupt your memory. — Samuel replied, shaking his head. — Dad's gone to Brackley and must go straight to the company, and Mummy's with Jud.

— Oh. — she nodded but totally regretted it because her head felt like was about to explode. — He wants to sponsor that team... — she put her hand to her chin, trying to remember the name and kicked the first one that came to her mind. — Ferrari?

— Mercedes, Angel. — Agnes corrected her, laughing when her cousin pointed in her direction, celebrating that even she knew the name of the Formula 1 team. — And, apparently, you won a trip!

— A trip? — she repeated, walking towards the sink to get a glass of water so she could wash one of the aspirins that her cousin had left on the counter. — Where to?

— We were invited to watch the race straight from Abu Dhabi. — Sam explained with a smile from ear to ear on his face. — We're going to watch everything straight from the paddock! Do you realize what it means, Angel?

— No, but you are making it sounds like something out of the ordinary. — she commented, making Agnes laugh.

— It's amazing!

The brunette's eyebrows arched as she filled a mug with coffee, raising her face to be able to face her cousin at the exact moment a smile appeared on her lips when she heard the sentence spoken by her brother.

— Can you imagine the party they are having? — the other's laugh made Samuel roll his eyes, irritated because she wasn't excited for the chance to follow a Grand Prix weekend as he was.

— Football players and Formula 1 drivers are people who know how to party. — Agnes replied as the brunette nodded, raising the mug to her lips to hide the smirk that appeared.

— I won’t ask if you've been to one of their parties to comment like that. — the older commented, forcing an expression of disgust while the two laughed. — We travel on Thursday, Angel.

— Thursday? — she repeated it just to make sure she had heard it right, leaving the mug on the table and quickly turning her face to face her brother. — I have a party the day before... It’s the last one of this period.

— Are you really trading a trip to Abu Dhabi for a party?

— I'm trading twenty-one hours on a flight so I can drink with my friends. — she blinked in his direction. — And I don't even like Formula 1.

— But you know our father well and how he values our presence at events, especially if it is to represent the company. — the elder smiled sarcastically and she wanted to roll her eyes.

— Do you want to go in my place? — she asked, staring at her cousin while Samuel rolled his eyes, leaving the kitchen, huffing because she wasn't as excited as he was for an incredible opportunity like that. — Agnes, I'll pay you.

— It's a tempting proposition, Angel. She smiled, but shook her head from side to side. — But I already have appointments.

— You have to take advantage of the fact that my father doesn't make you go to his appointments.

— I'm not even a Ratcliffe, dear. — she winked, laughing as the older one rolled her eyes. — By the way, aren't you late?

The comment made Chiara widen her eyes, turning her face to look at the kitchen clock, realizing that it was approaching nine forty-five in the morning, which made her jump up, causing Agnes to laugh.

Turns out she was late but the financial math class was so boring that Chiara spent more than half of it tapping the iPad pen against the cover of the electronic device, completely lost in her own thoughts.

She couldn't deny that the trip was on her mind, even if it was to follow a sport that she didn't att all about because she was absolutely certain that she could manage to have a lot of fun.

So the rest of her time in math class she spent using Google to find the best places to go in Abu Dhabi because, while her family was entertained with what would happening on the track, she would be enjoying the night of the the way she liked best.

When the end of the class was announced, she got up from her seat quickly. Her boredom wasn't just the fact that the subject was boring, but also the absence of her classmate and best friend.

Checking her watch, the brunette decided to head to the outside area of the campus, where she usually stayed with her friends, finding Antoine sitting at one of the available tables with a strange expression on his face while the cell phone was glued to his ear.

She approached, smiling and waving in his direction, receiving a light wave and a sad wave in return, which only made her knit her eyebrows together as she settled on one of the benches, trying not to pay too much attention to the conversation of the friend — although his curiosity wouldn't allow that to happen — focusing only on his cell phone to see what was new in his Instagram feed.

Antoine Benoit Cléments was not very different from Chiara. The young Frenchman had moved to Cambridge to study Business & Management because his brother had lived in the city for a few years, but he wanted to return to Paris as soon as he finished the course.

Even though he enjoyed the experience of living abroad, getting to know a new culture and new people, Cléments preferred to be close to his parents and the family business, which his mother told him by phone was not doing well.

Cousineau was the brand of Antoine's family, created by his grandfather because his grandmother had the dream of having a line, located in the region called Triangled D'Or in the delimitation of the avenues Champs-Élysées, Montaigne and Georges V, forming part of Parisian Haute Couture.

Chiara knew Antoine's family and was well aware that the brand was going through a bad time, which made her friend look forward to graduation so that she could return to her home country to help the family rebuild Cousineau.

— Is everything is okay? — she asked when she saw him end the call, leaving his phone on the table and letting out a long sigh while resting his head on his hands, making her place a hand on his shoulder, moving his thumb up and down over the your blouse. — Antoine?

— It seems things are getting worse at Cousineau. – he replied in a low voice. — My mother said that she had to fire half of the staff and that maybe there will be no collection for the next fashion week…

— That could make you lose your permanent status, wouldn't it? — she arched her eyebrows upon realizing the fact and her friend nodded, sighing again.

— That's why I'm like this… I can only imagine the worst case scenario, Chia.

— If you want, I can talk to my father and…

— No, please. — he lifted his head, smiling gently at her. — I love you and I love your family, but I don't want your money.

— It could be a kind of sponsorship, as he is doing with the Formula 1 team… — she shrugged, smiling shyly in the direction of her friend who knitted his eyebrows.

— Is your father sponsoring a Formula 1 team?

— Yes. — she replied. — That earned us a trip to Abu Dhabi for the last race on their calendar.

— Sounds like fun.

— Looks like I'm going to make it all fun. — she winked at him, which made him chuckle.

— Please, don't go sleep with any driver. — he said, seeing her friend widen her eyes in her direction before laughing weakly.

— That reminds me I didn't check the drivers' list. — she smirked. — Do you think there’s anyone capable of catching my attention?

— That's a conversation you should be having with the girls, not me. — he smiled weakly, somewhat uncomfortable with the subject and the brunette shrugged.

— Where are they anyway?

— They said they wouldn't come today because they needed to sort out some things for the party. — he said. — Are you going or will the trip to Formula 1 stop you from enjoying it?

— You know, Benoit, sometimes it seems like you don't know Chiara Angelina Ratcliffe.

He laughed because it was obvious that her friend wouldn't miss a night like that to travel.

— I would love to see you try to get out of bed to catch a flight after a party…

— Sleep with me and you'll see, Benoit.

— Again? — he arched his eyebrows, smiling slyly in her direction and Chiara hurried to slap his arm, not caring at all about his complaint about the pain.

A few months ago, she and Antoine had slept together after getting drunk at a party. She didn't remember very well what the night had been like, nor did he, and amidst the awkwardness came a pact to remain just friends — which seemed to be enough for the two of them at the time, but which, as time went on, time, it didn't seem to be more for the French.

However, given the pact made because they didn't want to run the risk of spoiling their friendship, he preferred to just be by Chiara's side, swallowing his own feelings towards her, emphasizing their friendship and partnership.

Having her around, even if it wasn't one hundred percent the way he wanted it, it was the way he could have it and it was so much better than nothing.

#toto wolff #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x oc #formula one fanfic

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Which Off role do you think I should watch I have only ever seen his BL work plus his work in Midnight Motel which I loved but I do want to expand my viewing experience of him is there a must watch role of his that you think I should check out? I don't really mind on the genre

so I have made many posts on this, here's me ranking every off role, and here's me recommending my fave offgun straight roles, but I'll make a summary for you :)

GIRL NEXT ROOM: RICHY RICH

light & fun but with great commentary on growing out of generational poverty. krathing & duchess are absolutely one of off's best ships ever with their chemistry & banter, and krathing in general utilizes perfectly off's ability of making the greatest facial expressions ever & being a cutie <3

FABULOUS 30

sadly that show was deleted off of youtube bc gmmtv sucks but it's on dramacool :( the first show to contain both off & mond, but with all due respect off absolutely carried the show. not only is zen an absolute BICON, but his ship with yui was so beautiful & touched on insecurity and intimacy in a very beautiful way imo. definitely one of off's best roles!

I'M TEE ME TOO

I mean, a show with offguntay?? how could it not be adorable! no shade but off definitely carried the show too, maetee is a cross-dressing icon with mommy issues who really shined & stole my heart. that role also puts off's screaming skills to the test LMAO

WOLF

off jumpol going abroad & flirting with all the women?? yup, it happened! this is basically khai from tol if he stayed an asshole lol. this is the first straight role from off I ever watched & I love por so much bc his facial expressions, especially with glasses, are literally the cutest ever! moreover, even though the show wasn't executed the best, the concept is very daring & interesting for the time and it didn't deserve to flop like it did at all. I honestly would recommend it :)

10 YEARS TICKET

so I'm gonna be honest, the more time passes since 10yt the more I realize it wasn't that incredible of a show, even though it's definitely a good show still. and off in it was amazing even though he was pretty withdrawn, but both of his storylines, one involving the mafia & the other involving his grandma with dementia which is a topic that touched me particularly, were amazing, and off did such a good job.

46 DAYS

I legit think 46 days is the funnest romcom ever produced in thailand. it's such a fun, over the top show, with still very great moments. I loved the female friendship in it, I loved that the "perfect" male lead is shown to be more than that, and I absolutely loved the side ship with off & mild (again). pat is probably the most tame & mentally stable off character lol, but he's still very fun & a cutie to watch, especially with mild who's character noina is not too dissimilar from duchess in girl next room. the offmild pairing is just always a pleasure to watch & this whole show is just very fun & lovely :)

xxx

#answers #off jumpol #girl next room: richy rich #fabulous 30 #I'm tee me too #wolf the series #wolf #10 years ticket #46 days

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 1 year

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 2

chapter 2 - Fashion Patrol

synopsis: You meet the Raira trio and take an extra special liking to a certain shy, bespectacled girl.

word count: 2,401

A/N: i make a lot of references to the reader being foreign, and easy to pick out. i write from the perspective of a black person, but i also think that it's the way that the reader dresses and acts that makes it obvious that she's not from here!

warnings: N/A

"i wanna know just how far i can go every direction seems to stretch out to no end, oh i could wait for all my life, and never feel the time was right might break or bend but some things you have to pursue,, come true - khai dreams, forrest, biskwiq, and wizard island

The clock on your bedside table shines almost obnoxiously among the darkness of your room.

6:30 AM

You heave a sigh. Your body had no business. No right. To awaken you from sweet sweet slumber like this. You blame jet lag and first day excitement.

Technically, you were here last night, but this would be your first full day! First day of watching early morning work traffic, first day of seeing foreign faces in broad daylight, first day of watching the sunrise...

That reminds you! You shimmy out from under your sheets, ignoring the cool morning air and the press of cold wooden floor against your feet. You run your fingers against the silk of the curtain, relishing in the smooth feeling before pulling it back.

The warmth from the sun radiates onto you as light floods your room. Still mixed with deep oranges and pinks, the brightness doesn't pierce your eyes quite yet, but bathes you in serenity. The perfect wakeup call.

Father really spoiled you, landing you in an apartment like this. It was the penthouse of the building with a beautiful viewpoint. You had front row seats to the sunrise, accentuating the fluctuating skyline of the city.

Pulling a comfy robe over your now shivering body, you slide open the door to your bedroom and descend towards the kitchen. The place looked beautiful in approaching daylight. You couldn't say that you had taken quite enough time to appreciate it last night as you stumbled into the dark space, stripped down to your undergarments and threw yourself into bed.

It was spacious, with little walls as separation. You slipped past the couch to enter the kitchen, immediately grabbing the electric kettle and filling it with water. Some tea would be the cherry on top to this peaceful morning.

A content smile graced your lips. Hopefully the day is just as peaceful.

...

"Now, now, I'm not sure I appreciate such an accusatory tone."

Izaya's lips curled into an unamused frown at the pointed remarks sounding from the other side of the phone.

"So little faith! So you do care about her wellbeing after all. That's quite interesting, doctor. Quite interesting indeed...Would I be correct to assume that this concern isn't purely altruistic?"

A silence, while prolonged, is not at all empty. Pure, seething animosity seemed to radiate from the small device.

"Hm? Is it still my turn to talk? Well, let me continue then. I assure you, you have nothing to worry about."

Another moment passed before a sigh could be heard on the other line. The other speaker half-heartedly apologized, embarrassed by the loss of composure.

"Just trust me to do my job."

The call was put to an end before another rebuttal was spoken.

"It's weird hearing you speak English," Namie comments from her spot at the bookshelves. She's haphazardly dusting to hide the fact that she was most definitely eavesdropping. "That man call you again?"

Izaya Orihara sighed as he spun in his chair, massaging his temples with his fingertips.

"Yes, seems to have a very particular desire as to how he wants the job done." He leans back in his desk chair, stretching out his back with his arms behind his head. "Can't blame him though, he's certainly paying a lot."

"Is money really that much of a concern for you?" Namie remarks dully, gaze flitting over the grandiose living space that the informant was able to afford. The corner of Izaya's mouth twitches into a smirk.

"The payment is simply an added bonus. This client seems insistent that this job would be... beneficial for me as well."

The woman sighs and ceases further discussion, harboring no desire to even try to fathom the man's motivation.

...

Nighttime Ikebukuro was exciting. Thousands of glittering towers of light accent the jet black sky, somehow more alive than ever.

Daytime Ikebukuro, however, carried it's own special charms. Those glittering towers of light are now simply tall buildings. Places of work, living spaces, and shopping centers. Those obscure faces that had blended together the night before were now distinct. You see individual pairs of eyes, mouths pulled into smiles and frowns, hair piled on top of heads or spilling down shoulders.

At night, the city came to life. During the day, the people did.

And so do their senses of style, you think happily. After your morning tea and sunrise, you fell right back asleep. An early start would have been nice, but you would hate yourself if you went out into the real world running on 6 hours of sleep. After you woke back up at a much better hour, you were ready to conquer the world!

Notepad in lap, you were now people-watching, wielding a pencil in one hand and a sweet roll in the other. You had been sitting there for at least an hour, scribbling down notes and even a few sketches of whatever information you deemed important. Patterns that seemed consistent, common cuts and fits, different color schemes. It was a Saturday afternoon, so many had swapped out their school and work uniforms for more casual clothes. Not only that, but many teens were out and about, which you were particularly happy about. They were the next generation--the future and hope of fashion as we know it!

A flash of blonde hair in your peripheral immediately caught your eye. You turned to see a trio, sitting not too far from you. They were young, not a day over high school age (which you're pretty sure is a little younger here). A black haired boy sat next to a girl with a black bob. They well complimented each other, you thought, both dressed conservatively. You liked the boy's color block jacket, you decide. Examining the girl's attire, you wonder if she's covered so thoroughly on purpose. Even under her long, hooded dress (kinda reminds you of Erika's), you could still make out her curvy, buxom frame.

Perhaps she was insecure about it. What a shame, you could picture all sorts of outfits that would do wonders with her body type.

The obtrusive blonde was donned by their third companion, another boy. Compared to the other two, this one didn't want to blend in at all. While his white hoodie and black jeans were typical of any teenage boy, his dye job combined with the shiny piercings and pocket chain (we love a king who knows how to accessorize) clearly indicated that he was a young man that needed to be seen.

Watching the three interact brought a smile to your face. They had a cute dynamic. As you return to writing notes, their conversation suddenly sounds clearer, as if moving towards you.

"Fine then! If you two lovebirds are just gonna push me out like that, I'll find a sweetheart of my own!"

So the girl and black-haired boy were in a relationship, huh? Poor blonde boy, he must feel like such a third--

"Helloooo, miss!"

You're startled by the sudden presence of someone in front of you. Your pen slips from your grip and tumbles onto the floor, eventually stopping at the feet of your new visitor. As they bend down to pick it up, the head of blonde hair is a dead giveaway as to who it was.

"Whoops! Didn't think you'd be that surprised by my dashing good looks!" He offers you the pen like it's some sort of rose. "Couldn't help but notice you making eyes at me! Name's Masaomi Kida, but you can call me the love of your life!"

He's laying it on thick and you are thoroughly amused. Still, you felt a little bad. If he was expecting you to swoon right into his arms, he was sorely mistaken.

"I'll stick with Masaomi. Sorry if I was staring, I love your sense of style!"

You couldn't tell if his surprise was because of your compliment, or you not immediately shooting him down.

"O-oh, why thank you! Nice to know someone on this earth appreciates my taste."

You stand, feeling it was awkward to have him talk to you while you were still sitting down. He's flustered by the realization that you're taller than him.

"Of course! Have you ever considered pairing those jeans with a more form fitting top? Oooo maybe even a nice pattern for contrast! A horizontal stripe would really broaden your shoulders."

It was a simple conversation point, you thought. Just a suggestion, one that some could even take as a compliment. Masaomi, however, just looked confused, and maybe even a bit disgruntled by the comment about his shoulders.

"Masaomi, are you bothering random women again? I thought you were just storming off for dramatic effect!"

You spot the approaching forms of Masaomi's friends. As the boy reprimands him--they must go way back--the girl eyes you with harmless interest. At your friendly smile, however, she looks away bashfully. Masaomi gasps, scandalized.

"Mikado, how could you? This is no random woman. This is my long lost friend, my lifelong companion, my dear.....what's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"(Y/N)--woah say that again?"

"(Y/N)." You sound it out slowly, laughing at his nonsensical behavior.

He dramatically repeats your name and while he isn't exactly right on the money, you appreciate the effort.

"You two...know each other?" The girl asks. You immediately fall in love with the soft ring of her voice. What an adorable girl!

You cut off Masaomi before he could fabricate anything else, explaining that no, you weren't a long lost lover of his, but he wasn't at all bothering you.

"So, my identity's been revealed. How about you two? I heard that the black haired boy is Mikado, and you are...?"

Anri, you learn, is a soft spoken girl, but she has an air of attentiveness to her. You'd imagine that, if you had gone to regular school, she would be one of your classmates that always volunteers to answer questions and tutors after class.

"Anri," you repeat, testing the feeling and pronunciation of the girl's name, "I love your haircut! Y'know, I have a pair of earrings that would look absolutely darling with your bob, are your ears pierced?"

Anri raises her fingers to her unpierced ears almost contemplatively. You hope that she's considering it.

"I'm assuming this whole fashion advice habit is sorta your thing, huh?" Masaomi remarks, not bothering to hide the way he was scrutinizing your choice of dress. Eh, he could look all he wanted.

You opted for a dress today, layering it over a simple white t-shirt. Flowing just below your knee, the dress was a cute shade of pastel green, peppered with a purple floral pattern.

"I guess you could call it that. I'm planning on studying it for the next four years, after all."

"Y-you're a college student!?" Mikado's bewilderment is cute. How old did he think you were?

"Technically no, not yet. I'm taking a gap year right now!"

You end up talking to the three students for a good while. Turns out they're all first years at Raira Academy. Mikado was recently in the same boat as you, having arrived in the city not too long ago. Masaomi, while having calmed down his advances, still continued making innocent passes at you. You pay no mind to it, assuming he was trying--and most likely failing--to make his two friends jealous.

You also find out that Mikado and Anri are not a couple. Although, the way they change color at the implication of them being together was very telling. Oh yeah, Masaomi was definitely third-wheeling it.

"Anri, you should come over to my place sometime and we can have a sleepover!" You say right as you all decide to go separate ways. You pull up the contact screen on your phone and hand it to her.

She seems hesitant, and almost put off by this. Thankfully, she still puts her number in and hands the device back to you.

"Aw man! Totally snubbed!!" Kida groans. You don't feel guilty enough to keep yourself from laughing.

"Sorry fellas. No boys allowed!"

You send the three one last wave goodbye before they head off, happy to have met more nice people. It was fun getting to know these kids. This was the closest thing you had to interacting with people in your age group. Most of your life was spent sheltered at home and you didn't have very many memories of having friends that weren't private teachers. It was honestly a little lonely. You could only imagine how much you had missed out on...

Realizing how sunken your spirits had gotten, you forced a smile back on your face. None of that matters now. You were in the big city, and you had already made some awesome friends! Now was a better time than ever to catch up on all of those memories.

Yeah, you decided, I'm gonna take this city by sto--

A man's voice. A vicious battlecry, oozing with rage and intensity. Through the furious growl, you can almost make out a name.

Something speeds past you, the breeze strong enough to whisk the fabric of your dress.

Nice jacket, you think, at the sight of a man who at that moment was basically airborne. In broad daylight, his entire form is shrouded with darkness. A dark coat over a dark top and dark pants, topped with dark hair. It's almost in slow motion, the way he ricochets off of a bench, practically flying up onto a nearby streetlamp.

It's once he lands that you both lock eyes. His gaze is sharp, pinning you in place. Even from the distance, you can see how the corners of his mouth stretch into a smile. It never occurred to you that a smile could be unfriendly. No, this was wolfish; off-putting.

Suddenly, you hear a loud rumbling behind you, as if something had been destroyed. Your staring contest is broken as his focus is now on something behind you. You follow his gaze in curiosity, wondering what could have made such a noise.

A... flying traffic sign.

A flying traffic sign that was hurtling directly towards you.

It seemed to teleport, how fast it seemed to be inches from you. All you could think to do was raise your arms to your face in a pathetic attempt to protect yourself.

Man, I can't catch a break, can I?

#drrr x reader #durarara x reader #durarara #durarara imagines #masaomi kida #anri sonohara #mikado ryugamine #shizuo heiwajima #shizuo heiwajima x reader #shizuo x reader #izaya orihara #izaya x reader #izaya orihara x reader

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maharlka · 1 year

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[december 29th, 2022.]

— music recommendations : indie —

ranges from: indie pop, lo-fi indie, bedroom pop, & other similar genres. general energy is essentially soft & comforting.

— my thoughts about these genres : why did i choose them today ? —

well, i’m not sure if this’ll turn into a series, but if it will, i chose these first because these kinds of songs are my comfort songs. they make me feel warm and soft inside, kind of like an auditory hug, so i wanted to share the wonders of it with you, reader. on the following days, i may go for classical music & the more energetic side of indie music. for now, please take the time to hear these gentle melodies, i promise you it’ll be worth your while. sure, it may be a bit melancholy at times, but that’s the reason why i find comfort in it. if you’ve gotten this far without feeling bored or tired of my rambling, i am grateful for your patience.

— recommended artists &/or bands —

SALES , current joys , vansire , clairo , girl in red , khai dreams , men i trust , mxmtoon , cavetown , strawberry guy , peach tinted , yot club

— playlists of this genre [ spotify links only ] —

— end | thank you for your time, may the stars continue to shine. —

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#Spotify #music #music recommendation #indie pop

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xaracosmia · 11 months

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, ESTINIEN VARLINEAU. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Owl age: 18+ pronouns: ? ooc contact: owlthepen on tumblr and twitter other characters in xc: Alfred

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Estinien Varlineau age: 32 pronouns: he/him series: Final Fantasy XIV canon point: post-patch 6.5 app triggers: Possession, Mass Murder, Fantasy Racism

personality:

Aloof and calm, Estinien is not one for social networking. He much prefers making the point clear without any fuss. For him, respect needs to be earned, not given, though he maintains his distance from people he is not close to. Despite this, his kindness shines through ever slightly for others as well. Estinien is willing to risk his life should it be for a cause he believes it, and for comrades he trusts with his life, even jumping into battle to save others if required.

something your muse struggles with: Showing care, social events, reading social cues.

your muse’s greatest strength: his justice, his courage.

history / background:

Estinien was born to a family in Fernvale. Alas, they were killed in an attack by Nidhogg, and Estinien swore vengeance against the Great Wyrm. Taken in by Alberic, Estinien began his training to be a dragoon of Ishgard, before joining the Temple Knights. His time in the Temple Knights was almost a blur to him, his sole focus being on gaining power quickly and effectively. The only thing to bloom from there, was his steadfast friendship with Aymeric de Borel, which would last far into his life.

When he became the Azure Dragoon, Estinien continued his battle against the dragons. When he heard of Nidhogg's awakening, he stole the Eye of Nidhogg to lure the wyrm over as opposed to Ishgard. He is chased after by Alberic and the Warrior of Light, ultimately agreeing to train the Warrior of Light to become the second Azure Dragoon to kill Nidhogg. Alas, he loses control of his emotions, and in turn the Eye after being shown Ferndale's attack and is temporarily possessed by Nidhogg, but is saved by the Warrior. He vanishes after, only to appear in front of the Warrior once more, next to Aymeric.

When hearing that the Warrior and Alphinaud intend to parley with Ysayle, Estinien accompanies them to meet her, before the four of them begin the journey to meet with Hraesvelgr. Multiple times Estinien clashes with Ysayle over the nature of dragons, and multiple times he displays his dislike for Nidhogg, almost fighting at all times. When Hraesvelgr refused to help them and explained Nidhogg's reasons, Estinien concludes that Nidhogg must be killed, and along with the Warrior, seeks out Nidhogg and kills him, taking back Hraesvelgr's eye. He returns to Ishgard, only to learn the true history of his land, and Estinien, with his blood-stained armour, follows the Warrior and fought against the Garleans, loaning the Eye of Nidhogg to them. Upon Thordan's defeat, he retrieves both eyes, only to be possessed by Nidhogg, empowered by his blood on the armour.

Possessed, Estinien flees Azys Lla, only to reappear once more to interrupt the peace conference between Aymeric and Vidofnir, and disappears once again after declaring the final battle is to come. When the Warrior battles Nidhogg and almost defeats him, in an attempt to ensure that Ishgard never has to suffer Nidhogg's wrath again, Estinien regains control of his body and requests for his demise, only for Alphinaud and the Warrior to pull out the Eyes from him. Exhausted, Estinien collapses, and Aymeric carries him to the infirmary.

As he recovers Estinien recalls of his past and his connection with Nidhogg, and gives up his title of Azure Dragoon, entering a new life as a wandering mercenary. He left for Sohr Khai, now with a new duty to the Wyrms. Upon reaching and paying his respects to Ratatoskr, Hraesvelgr saw fit to bestow him armour blessed by Ratatoskr, of which Estinien named Iceheart, after Ysayle who had sacrificed herself.

Later, he was requested to search for Shinryu, and Estinien begins his battle against the Garleans on his search. He destroys a cannon at Castrum Abania, allowing the Warrior to continue their attack. Upon Shinryu's defeat, Estinien retrieves and destroy the eyes, to ensure that they would never once again be used for summoning or power.

He later helps the Warrior and a dragon known as Orn Khai, as an intermediary between man and dragon, to seek out a berserk dragon. His views now changed, Estinien sought to save her with Orn Khai's roar, and ultimately was able to achieve the goal when Orn Khai's father turned up to restore sanity to the berserk dragon, Orn Khai's mother.

He continued on his journeys, only to be called into battle when the Eorzean Alliance fought against Garlemald. When seeing the Warrior almost faint in battle, Estinien jumped in and pulled them out to recover in Ishgard. He leaves to Kugane to investigate Seiryu, only to be caught by Krile and Tataru, who both blackmail him into investigating Black Rose.

He infiltrates into a Black Rose facility, only to discover Gaius and learn of the movement of Black Rose into another location entirely. Reluctant, he agrees to an alliance with Gaius, infiltrating the Imperial Palace only to witness the murder of Varis by Zenos/Elidibus. They battle and lose to Elidibus, only to be left to be blamed for the murder. He escapes alongside Gaius, and faces Arch Ultima before he manages to escape successfully, parting from Gaius and returning to Tataru and Krile to report.

When hearing of the creation of Lunar Bahamut, Estinien journeyed with the Warrior to free Tiamat, speaking to her and joining forces alongside her to fight against the Telophoroi. After the battle, he joins the Scions officially, and depart for Sharlayan alongside them.

In Sharlayan he almost gets caught, and Krile teases him for it. When the Scions split to find more information, he joins Thancred and Urianger to journey to Radz-at-Han, and while the Warrior and the other two travel via experimental aetheryte travel, he teleports safely due to his previous journey to the place to infiltrate Garlemald. When he sees that they are all unfortunately taken down by aether sickness, Estinien attempts to find drinks, and were it not for the Warrior, would have spent all of his coin. He ends up learning of Hannish alchemists, and the group locates them, only for Estinien to be stolen by alchemists for experiments against enthrallment.

When Nidhana was kidnapped for her invention, Varsahn invites the group to the satrap's residence, and Estinien, sensing Vrtra, demands to reveal the Wyrm, and upon Vrtra's reveal, is satisfied enough and departs to begin on the rescue in the Tower of Zot. He destroys the core of the Tower, before returning to Radz-at-Han. Later, Estinien joins the Eorzean Alliance in storming Garlemald, and then the Warrior in toppling the Tower of Babit.

When the Warrior fought Zodiark on the moon, Estinien remained behind, cleaning out the last of the thralled Garleans and returning to Sharlayan, paying a visit when the Warrior returns. When the Final Days began, Estinien returned to Thavnair to fight in Vanaspati alongside Vrtra to save the Thavnarians, and convinced Vrtra to reveal his form when the satrap was killed. He remained behind to fight off the blasphemies in both Thavnair and Garlemald, before meeting up with the Warrior to learn of the truth. He and the Scions journey to finish the spaceship Ragnarok, before going into the aetherial sea to visit Hydaelyn.

When Hydaelyn revealed Meteion's position, Estinien and the Scions boarded Ragnarok and journeyed into the stars, where they were attacked by Meteion, and Estinien loses consciousness. When he next rises, he and the other Scions realize Thancred's sacrifice, and all of them attempt to search for a way forward in the simulacrum of the original homeworld of the Dragons. Estinien, seeing his own past in these dragons, and bearing the weight of Nidhogg's soul, sacrificied and allowed himself to be consumed by dynamis, providing a wind current to send the Warrior forward in Ultima Thule, to find and stop Meteion. He later returns, praying for the Warrior's victory, before he returns to Radz-at-han, working with Vrtra and Y'shtola to saved Azdaja from the Thirteenth.

powers / abilities:

Nidhogg's Eye - Empowered by Nidhogg's eye, Estinien is able to call upon his power to launch powerful attacks upon his enemies. Includes Ala Morn, Star Diver, Horrid Roar, and Limit Break: Dragonshadow Dive.

inherent abilities:

Strength - Estinien possesses a strength not unlike that of a seasoned adventurer, if not more. He is agile enough to move, and strong enough to take on magitek on his own.

Agility - Years of being the Azure Dragoon, and more so an adventurer, has granted Estinien plenty of training to hone his agility. He is also able to jump a few stories up and down safely.

Lance Expertise - He is able to wield a lance with practiced ease, and years of training has opened him up to various techniques even without magic.

items / weapons:

Nidhogg - His spear fashioned after the Great Wyrm.

Iceheart - His armour, named after Ysayle, an old friend of his.

starting ability: N/A

starting item: Nidhogg

extra: He's a little prickly, just had a time, don't worry about it!

discord id: STARDIVER#7661

#xc application #mun: owl #cata cosmia

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indom-itus · 3 years

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Security | Okkotsu Yuuta

Summary: Three times Yuuta tried to keep his feelings under wraps and the one time he slipped.

Word count: 4.2k

Producer’s pick: Through and Through — khai dreams

“I-it’s not what it looks like!”

Maki grinned knowingly at Yuuta, head lowered in embarrassment—a futile attempt in masking the growing blush on his face. Meanwhile, Inumaki and Panda were busy snickering at their friend’s current predicament.

The scene was comical to say the least. “So… (y/n), huh?”

Yuuta wanted nothing more than to deny, but he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yeah, what about it?” He feigns courage which didn’t help mask his nervousness.

“About time.” Panda chimed with a knowing look, hearing a brief ‘Shake’ from Inumaki who also agreed. Despite his high collar, Yuuta can still see the look he is giving him, judging from the way his eyebrows are raised.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Yeah.” She hummed at him, placing her weapon beside her. “Too painfully obvious that I almost feel bad.”

Panda raises his paw to his chin, “You’re not subtle about it, Okkotsu.”

“Tuna mayo!”

After hearing that, Yuuta wants nothing more than to sink into the ground and never to be found again. But he can’t help it that his eyes gravitate towards your form during training that results in him getting his ass beaten by Maki, shouting at him to stop spacing out nor is it his fault that his mind goes haywire when he smells the faint scent of your perfume, as you pass by his direction.

He wants to stop. He really does, but he can’t—not when his heart aches for you.

As his mind started to wander somewhere far, Yuuta was startled by a sword landing beside him which made him and the others look in your direction. Only to see you sitting on a grunting Megumi’s back.

“How annoying. You’ve gotten better in your aim. You almost grazed my cheek back there.” You commented while lightly fanning yourself with your tessen, the material shining under the sun. “But you still leave your left unguarded, Fushiguro.”

Fushiguro grunted in response, you closed your tessen and pocketed it before giving him a hand in standing up.

“See what we mean?” Panda mused, as Maki shook her head at Yuuta who was busy stammering another excuse.

As the two were busy playfully jabbing at Yuuta, Inumaki stood up from his seat and went to the direction of (y/n) and Fushiguro who were busy talking. Inumaki waved at both of you, earning a nod from Fushiguro and a greeting from you.

“What brings you here, Inumaki?” You asked while you fiddle with your tessen.

Inumaki points in the other second year’s direction, following his finger—you witness Panda and Maki throwing back their heads in laughter while Yuuta was blushing profusely with no signs of stopping anytime.

Curious, you walked towards their direction which left Fushiguro who only slapped a palm on his forehead as Inumaki wiggled his fingers teasingly at him; obviously up to annoying the younger boy.

As the distance grew closer, you heard Maki’s voice resonating from where you were. “—mind if I took them out, hm?”

“You wouldn’t!”

“You wouldn’t do what?” You inquired with hands on your hips. Everyone went silent, gazing at you, then Yuuta who looked like he had seen a ghost, due to how pale he turned.

You raised your eyebrow at their sudden behavior, Panda kept nudging a shocked Yuuta while Maki bit her lips to contain herself from roaring in laughter at his state.

Was there something I missed? You thought. A sigh left your lips before turning your back at them and towards the direction of the dorms.

“If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.” You announced, placing your hands in your pocket. Peering over your shoulder with a small smirk etched on your lips. “Don’t bully Yuuta too much, poor guy looks like he’ll have a heart attack.”

“Takana.”

“Inumaki, you’re not helpful!”

ii.

This is stupid. You thought while walking outside the college, kicking stray rocks on the pavement as a string of curses left your lips.

You didn’t want to be the one going for the convenience store run, but now you have to because you lost a game of rock, paper, and scissors.

EARLIER :

Your eyes shook in fear at your hand for forming scissors while the others did rock. “I want another round! Best of three!”

With a sigh, they all complied and the results remained the same—you losing each and every round. You blame the predictability of the game.

Maki grins widely, “You know what that means, (y/n).”

“Do I really have to?”

Panda only pats you on the back in response while Inumaki decides to poke you in a teasing manner which makes you grumble even more. Yuuta gives you a brief look of sympathy, feeling sorry for your current predicament.

“Stupid game, stupid everyone for making me play.” You complain while you continue your walk, oblivious of the footsteps behind you.

Putting your hands inside your pockets while you walk the dreaded yet familiar route that you’re taking. When you walked through the familiar neighborhood, you immediately crossed the street to be on the left side, almost as if you’re avoiding something.

Your ears perked up at the sound of chains rattling; your heart is picking up its pace along with your feet where each step becomes heavier than the last one. Then, you heard barking—loud enough to make you stop in your tracks.

“Oh, hell no.” You immediately lifted yourself onto the bench with shaky legs. “They can wait for all I care.”

The barking didn’t cease, making you hug your knees to your chest while biting your thumb, thoughts of going to the convenience store were thrown out of the window.

“(L/n)?”

A hand placed on your shoulder made you yelp while Yuuta reeled in shock. “GAH- what are you doing here?”

He scratches his nape, “I was… just checking on you, that’s all. Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s good! Yeah, e-everything’s good.”

Yuuta looks at you, unconvinced with the answer you gave him, only raising his eyebrows at you as if pressing you to answer honestly.

You shakily point your finger behind him. “You see that… dog?”

He looks behind him to see a small Shiba Inu on a chained leash, barking insistently at them while occasionally attempting to pull apart from its restraints and nods.

“I’m… not really a big fan of dogs.”

So (l/n) is afraid of dogs. He realizes while observing your anxious stature, then blocks your view with his body.

“That’s alright, I’ll come with you.”

“Huh?”

“You’re scared of that dog, right? I’ll come with you to the convenience store.”

“You will?”

You looked at him with hopeful eyes; your thumb still in between your teeth. He nods before offering a bright smile in which you reciprocated with a smile of your own.

With shaky legs, you hopped off the bench with Yuuta holding your hand to keep you balanced when you landed. The barking ensued again, more aggressive than earlier which made you flinch.

“You can hold onto my arm if you want.” He offered as you wrapped your hand around his arm shortly.

“But what if the dog escapes its restraints?”

“I’ll make sure it won’t reach you.”

He offered you a determined look, waiting for your signal that you’re ready. With a surge of confidence, you gave him a nod then you two started to walk.

He whispers, “You can close your eyes, (l/n).”

You shut your eyes quickly upon hearing the barking once more, burying your face against his shoulder as you walk—breathing in the faint scent of fabric softener and musk from his uniform.

“Thanks, Okkotsu.” You murmured against the fabric of his uniform which he responded with a gentle hand behind your head.

iii.

��Something’s wrong.” Yuuta points out while feeling an ominous presence which makes him grip his weapon.

“Why hasn’t the curtain disappeared?”

Light padding of footsteps were heard which was then followed by a loud screeching sound that resonated in the hallways. From the shadows emerged a woman; her ragged form drenched in rainwater and in her hand was a large sack that kept on twitching.

“M-my daughter was stolen from me. What must be lost shall be returned!”

“She’s mi-ne..!”

“Who took her!?”

Sliding your foot, you immediately unfolded your tessen to make an attack, only for it to be deflected. Afterwards, you two feel rainwater drenching your uniforms.

“It’s no use.” You complained as you looked in front of the curse. “We need to exorcise the curse before the worst comes.”

He nodded in agreement. “We need to find its weakness.”

“Before that, we must save the civilians inside the sack.”

Eyeing the large sack, it kept twitching in the spirit’s hold along with muffled cries escaping through the worn-out fabric. “Create a distraction for me, (l/n).”

You nodded, “Alright. Just don’t inhale the miasma or you’ll get knocked out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You quickly folded your paper fan and placed it back inside its harness. With eyes closed, you intertwined your fingers together

“Cursed Spell Emission No. 17: Chloros.”

Gust of greenish-yellow gas escapes from your lips before blowing it between your index finger and thumb, clouding the area slowly.

He gives the gold band on his finger a brief kiss before slowly rushing forward. “Rika, lend me your power.”

Yuuta navigates through the thick smoke, covering his nose with his sleeve as the blade burns blue. He manages to slice off the arms that attempted to grab his ankle.

You hollered, “Hey you, eyes here!”

The curse responds to your call, letting out another screech that it had your ears ringing.

“How about we play a game of tag?”

As if heeding your offer, the curse stomped in your direction which made them drop the sack before regrowing the limb that was cleanly sliced and licking the rainwater off like a rabid animal. It immediately went to claw your face with its sharp nails which you narrowly dodged.

“Why you-!”

“Missed me.” You mused while you flicked your tessen fan which made the blade cut through their side. “Try harder than that, you old hag.”

Meanwhile, Yuuta had successfully sliced open the sack that revealed teary little girls who had run behind his legs

One of the little girls sniffles in his hold. “A-are you going to bring us home?”

He kneels to their height, hugging his knees while facing them with a gentle smile, despite the dirt and grime on his face.

“Of course! (l/n) and I will make sure you all get home safely.” He chimed brightly, lifting his pinky finger at them. “Pinky promise.”

“I want to go home! The scary lady took me away from mama and papa!” Another girl wailed as Yuuta wipes her tears away.

“There, there. Yuuta-nii is going to take care of you, okay? How about we hide behind that closet and close your eyes for me, yeah?”

“B-but I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared, okay? It’ll only be for a little bit, hold my hand so we can go there..”

“Okay.”

The little girls held each other’s hand and the tallest out of the bunch held onto Yuuta’s hand while he kept his guard up for potential curses lurking in the area.

Realization dawning the curse spirit, she lets out a violent shriek. “DAUGHTERS! WHERE ARE MY DAUGHTERS?!”

“Oi, I’m here-” you scowled before she escapes you and runs after Yuuta who was busy with the children which makes your eyes widened.

“OKKOTSU, WATCH OUT!”

Yuuta perked up at your voice before looking behind him to see the cursed spirit about to attack him. He blocked the incoming attack with his katana but he stumbled on his back, due to their speed.

He exclaims shakily, “(l-l/n), get them out of here.”

“I’m on it. Be careful!”

You willed your already aching feet and legs to run faster before picking up the girls in your arms. “Hey there, hold on tight, alright? We’ll make sure that you’re safe.”

Despite the exhaustion seeping through your muscles and bones and the burning of your lungs, you continue to pick up the pace until you make it outside where you spot a restless Ijichi.

“Ijichi-san!” You wheezed before setting the children on the ground and back to their feet.

He asked with a worried expression. “(l/n)-san! What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Take the children home to their parents, Ijichi-san.”

Not giving Ijichi a chance to speak once more, you bolted inside the place again. He immediately dialed on his phone before beckoning the girls to get out of the curtain.

The rainwater was making things difficult, Yuuta glanced at his katana that was not too far from reach which happened to be disarmed from him earlier. He attempted to reach, fingers brushing against the blade but it was kicked away from his reach.

The spirit cackled, “Foolish child.”

As she was about to summon more rainwater, he heard the spirit choke on something. From the corner of his eyes, he sees you behind the cursed spirit, busy stuffing marbles inside her mouth.

“Okkotsu!” You kicked the sword in his direction before turning to the spirit that you put on choke hold. “Seriously, when will you stop with your bullshit, old hag?”

All of a sudden, the cursed spirit suddenly spat all of the marbles which sent you to panic.

You warned, “Sulfur!”

“Huh?”

“The marbles contain sulfur. The miasma will be poisonous so get away, Okkotsu!”

He backs away too late before the marbles release the miasma from your technique, making him inhale sharply. You slowly let go of the spirit when you see Rika emerge from behind you, then hearing a cracking sound.

“Hold her for me, Rika.” Yuuta orders as his whole demeanor changes, emerging from the fog in licks of cursed energy.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, the last thing you see is a head rolling onto your feet which then dissipates into ash along with its body.

He falls to his knees with his katana as his support while you rush to catch his upper body before it falls to the floor.

“What the hell were you thinking?” You glared at him in worry while pushing back the hair that falls to his face. “Do you know how risky it would be for you to summon Rika?”

He coughs violently, “Was I… able to exorcise it?”

“Of course, you did! Now, you’ve inhaled sulfur from my technique.”

“Are you alright?”

“I’m supposed to ask you that, Okkotsu! You’re the one who’s coughing violently!”

He slowly lifts his hand to your forehead, his thumb slowly caressing the gash on your forehead before a warm light engulfs the tip of his fingers to close the wound.

You were still talking to him, he couldn’t remember what you were trying to say—everything just became white noise, but he can tell that you’re both frustrated and worried from the expression you’re making.

You grumbled distastefully. “—are you even listening to me? The elders won’t take this lightly and may put you up for execution once more!”

“Don’t worry too much about me, (l/n). You still have injuries left untended, you know?”

You ignored his comment nonchalantly before looking at him once more. “I hate you.”

Your words don’t have any venom nor burn; he felt your careful hand taking his arm and looping it around your shoulder before supporting him to stand up. He leans all his weight on you while you walk slowly and adjust your hold.

“You don’t do this to people you hate, (l/n).”

“Shut up, Okkotsu. I’m still mad at you.”

He only lets out a laugh at your weak comment then sees the corner of your lips quirk in a relieved smile.

iv.

You trudged along the dark hallways, an empty cup noodle in hand as you made your way to the trash bin. A week passed after that mission, you were able to bring Yuuta to Shoko in time, but it didn’t mean that it made you sleep easier.

“Is he okay?” You stood up from your seat as Shoko removed the mask covering half of her face.

“Calm down, (l/n). Yuuta is fine, he did inhale a lot of sulfur.”

“I am so sorry about that-”

“Anyone who inhaled the amount he did usually died, but thanks to… I guess, Rika healing him; I was able to treat him easily.”

You shook your head into your hands, ashamed that your carelessness brought Yuuta to his current predicament.

Almost as if Shoko can read your thoughts, she sighs before placing her hand on your shoulder. “I know it’s difficult to accept, but you’re not at fault here. Sometimes, things just don’t go as planned.”

“I’m just frustrated, that's all.”

“Yuuta will be fine, he’ll need to stay here for a few days so I can monitor his condition.” She reassured you before patting your shoulder and leading you out of the clinic.“While you, go back to your dorm and rest since you also sustained injuries.”

“But-”

“That’s a doctor’s order.”

You begrudgingly walked out of the room, looking through the window where you can see Yuuta lying down on the bed hooked up to an oxygen tank and several machines—sleeping soundly.

Once more, you see Shoko giving you a knowing look before raising her hand, gesturing you in a ‘shooing motion’.

Deciding to retire for the day, you made your way to the clinic once more to see how Yuuta was doing. With careful steps, you walked inside the room, halting at the side of the bed as you heard the faint sound of his breathing.

“You’re such a trouble magnet, Okkotsu.” You whispered while brushing the strands of hair that fell to his face. “But get well soon.”

You exited the room, keeping in mind that you’ll pay Yuuta a visit once again in the morning. For now, you need to sleep as the fatigue has slowly caught up in your body.

Yuuta wakes up from the light peeking through the curtains as he squints his eyes while his vision adjusts, eyes heavy with sleep.

“Glad to know you’re alive and well.” Maki mused with arms crossed.

Yuuta blinks at her, “Maki? What are you doing here?”

“Checking on you, why else would I still be here?”

“R-right.”

Maki examines the room, nothing out of the ordinary until her eyes land on the replenished water bottles and snacks on the side table which made her push her glasses.

She smirks at him, pointing at the direction beside him. “I see, you’re well taken care of (l/n).”

He gives her a confused look which was only met with a deadpan expression from her which made him flinch.

“Please, I think it’s obvious that (l/n) cares about you.”

“Of course they will, isn’t that what friends do?”

“I don’t know if you’re just oblivious or in denial, but anyone can tell that (l/n) is always looking out for you.” She lets out a frustrated sigh before crossing her leg in her seat.

He protests. “Don’t they look out for all of us?”

“That’s true but you’re missing the point! Why would they go out of their way to buy medicine when you come down with a flu or roughing up those who badmouth you? From what I know, they didn’t do that to any of us… except for you.”

Yuuta looks down to his palms, observing all the callouses that formed from training and he lets out a sigh.

��Even if they did that, it doesn’t mean that they like me. Being in their company is more than enough. They deserve to be with someone better… Someone who’s—”

He was interrupted upon hearing a loud slam of the door which made him look up, only for his eyes to widen in shock. Maki also looked flabbergasted, but her lips curled into a smirk immediately.

“D-did I interrupt something?” You squeaked awkwardly as unknown tension started to fill the room.

“Not really, but you’re just in time!”

She stands up from her seat before leaning close to whisper. “What I’m saying is that there’s a possibility of them liking you. You might as well shoot your shot. I mean, the worst that can happen is rejection.”

With a reassuring pat on the shoulder, Maki greets you with a nod, not before shooting you a small smirk before she leaves the room. Tension filled the room once more, almost suffocating that it made your stomach churn.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” Yuuta quips carefully which makes you flinch.

You admitted, “I.. uhm… yeah, I did.”

Silence filled the room once more, not until Yuuta speaks up with a smile—one that’s unnaturally forced.

“I was only kidding, I mean how could I ever-”

“Has anyone told you that you’re a bad liar?”

“I’m not?”

“Only proves my point but was everything true?”

You crossed your arms on your chest, looking him dead in the eye. Yuuta looked away from your piercing gaze before nodding his head, not trusting his voice for a moment.

He lies while tucking himself with a blanket. “I’m tired, I think you should go now. Good night.”

“Do you really think I’ll go away that easily?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“(l/n), don’t be stubborn.”

“Are you not going to hear what I have to say, Okkotsu?”

You were met with silence which meant that he was going to listen to what you had to say. Your mouth willed itself to speak before you even started to collect your thoughts.

“You know, I thought I was being obvious about my sentiments.” You laughed lightly before looking up once more.

“I like you a lot, Okkotsu. I am not Rika nor will I ever replace Rika and I don’t intend to do that. Just wanted to let you know that you don’t have to feel obligated to return my feelings—I just wanted it off my chest. I know it’s a lot to take in.”

Yuuta was stunned; his head felt lightheaded from listening, as well as he felt his chest constrict and contract altogether. Everything felt too foreign for him, he must've been immersed in his thoughts that you took his silence as an indirect ask for space.

“I’ll be going now, rest well!” You quipped, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He called, “(l/n), wait!”

You have already disappeared from the room, Yuuta hurriedly tosses the blanket aside and stands up to catch up to you bared foot.

He sees you halfway through the hallway then breaks out into a sprint and puts his hands on your shoulder while clumsily making you turn to face him which startled you.

“Me too!” He breathes out, your face scrunching in confusion at his words.

“Huh?”

“I like you too, (l/n)… I’m sorry it took a while, because I wasn’t ready to risk our friendship over feelings. The risk was too much which is why I chose to admire you from afar.”

Too busy with talking, he didn’t realize how you were controlling the voice in your head that was insistently prompting you to do something.

Fuck it. You thought before you brought your hand to his cheek and leaned close to peck his cheek making him freeze from your action.

He exhales sharply. “Did you just?”

“I did. What are you going to do about it, Yuuta?”

He lets out a grin at the mention of his first name falling from your lips. With a sudden surge of confidence, he pulls you in for another kiss until your noses bumped which elicited a laugh from you.

Yuuta tilted his head and slots his lips against yours, the kiss was clumsy but affectionate. You two didn’t care too much, not when you’re relishing in the moment you’re sharing.

BONUS:

“So…” Panda started, biting a chunk of an apple while looking at the two of you. “Who said it first?”

Everyone was looking at you two intently, anticipating your answer while the two of you bit your lips to stifle your laughter.

“Well, technically it’s Yuuta.” You replied to which Yuuta shook his head in disagreement.

He reasons lightly, “But wasn’t it you?”

“You admitted it to Maki and I overheard it so it’s you.”

“Tuna tuna!” Inumaki sticks out his palm, despite his collar covering half of his face, it doesn’t erase the smirk forming which made Maki and Panda groan while giving him a handful of bills.

The two of you started in shock while Inumaki happily counted the bills he received, fanning it to himself teasingly to irk the other two.

“Did you guys seriously bet…”

“On us?”

Maki complains with a playful sneer. “We’re tired of seeing the two of you pin for each other, might as well get married!”

“Betting on ¥ 200, 000 that they’ll be married in 10 years.” Panda chimes which made Inumaki roll his eyes and hold up five fingers.

“¥ 300, 000 that it’ll be in 15 years.”

“ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DOING THIS?!”

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SUNKISSED

you do magic to me baby.

camilo x fem reader | pure fluff | a sad attempt to break out of writer’s block, but a also short celebratory fic for reaching 140+ followers! tysm for the support, all of you are amazing.

someone said camilo wears a ruana and not a poncho, so thank you again! im not colombian nor do i even speak spanish, so these comments help a ton.

not-beta read, we die like abuela’s old town.

Camilo laughed as he happily ran through the colorful streets of Encanto, his ruana moving wildly in the early morning wind.

The Madrigal skidded in his steps, quickly placing a hand onto a nearby pillar before clumsily spinning around it. He turned towards the direction of a quiet alleyway, a slight skip in his step as he lets go of the column.

His eyes lit up in excitement when he spotted a familiar structure in the distance, the silhouette of your house standing out amongst the rest.

Camilo quickened his pace, smiling to himself at the mere thought of seeing you today for your two’s date. The sounds of harsh gravel accompanied his footsteps as he sneaked into your backyard, careful not to make anymore noises.

He swiftly shape-shifts into the tallest person he knew before moving his hand to unlock the fence-gate from the other side, only tripping on some undetected weeds that nestled in your walkway right after entering.

The shapeshifter huffed in annoyance, kicking the plants away. Camilo shook his head as he transformed back into himself, adjusting his appearance while he made his way towards your window.

The teen knocked on the wooden frame, stepping back as he rubbed the back of his neck.

He snorts at the sounds of loud shuffling and hurried cursing, leaning down to pat some dust off his pants as the window bursts open.

“Camilo, you’re early!”

He looks up to see you in a slight frenzy, your dress slightly disheveled and your hair in disarray. He smiled anyway, doing a dramatic bow.

“Morning mi reina.” He greeted in a deep voice. You chuckled, greeting him back as you moved up to sit on your windowsill.

“Guessing you’re ready?” You asked, your leg bouncing up and down in excitement. He nodded enthusiastically, hoisting up the blanket he carried.

“Let’s get going then!” You hopped down, walking past him with a determined look.

You tilt your head towards the boy, your back facing him as you placed a hand on your hip. Camilo’s breath hitched, his brain going haywire.

Even after all this time, he could still feel those familiar butterflies flapping around his stomach whenever he’s with you.

“Are you coming cariño?”

But hey, he didn’t mind one bit.

“Mhm.” He reassured, his body moving on autopilot as he followed you out the gate.

The grass underneath you crumbles with each step you took as the flowers that nestle in the dirt swayed with the gentle breeze. Giggles fill the air as you led Camilo up a hill far away from the village, leaving the place all to yourselves.

The stars slowly fade away from your sight as the moon took its leave, trusting its celestial counterpart to watch over the people of Encanto while it rests.

You pause in your tracks, tugging Camilo’s hand when he started walking past you. He stumbled slightly, tightening his hold onto the blanket as he turned to look at you.

“What’s wrong mi luz..” He trailed off, his mouth dropping open in utter awe.

You stayed silent, staring at the sunrise happening right before you, amazed at the colored orange and purple hues that colored the atmosphere.

His gaze softens at your ethereal beauty, the sun’s rays perfectly reflecting off you. The orange light successfully bringing out the best of your features, making you shine brightly.

“What a beauty.” You murmured, the sun slowly starting to take its place in the sky.

“Truly.” He replied breathlessly, his eyes still locked on you.

He could feel his heart pounding, almost threatening to run anyway as you turned your head towards him, your sun-kissed face making him flustered.

Were you glowing? Dios mio you were glowing under the sunlight, how in the world was he dating you-

He breaks out of his daze, perking at the sound of your giggles. “A fly is gonna enter in that mouth of yours if you keep it open.“ You teased, making a clicking sound with your tongue.

He snaps out of his daze, the tips of his ears matching the red poppies that were scattered across the grass field.

“Well, it might as well pay its rent!” Camilo retorted, sticking his tongue out in fake irritation.

You cackled, shaking your head in endearment.

“C’mon mi sol, we’re almost there.” You stated, pulling on his arm as you two made a mad dash towards the hill, a tree nestled at the top of it all.

Your dress flowed freely in the summer breeze, the wind brushing past your knees as you watched your lover place the blanket against the tuffs of grass.

Camilo eagerly flopped onto the material, sprawling out in comfort. He eagerly patted the space beside him, motioning you to it.

You snort at his antics but complied anyway, the blanket dipping slightly under your weight as you sat beside the boy.

He moves up unexpectedly, grabbing your arm before dragging you down with him. You laughed in surprise, resting your arm on his chest as you buried your face into your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Camilo grinned, tightening his hold on you before closing his eyes in content. The smell of your perfume lulling him to sleep.

You two basked in the comfortable silence, the birds chirping and the crickets singing keeping you company as the rest of Encanto began to wake up and start their day.

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onestowatch · 3 years

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19 LGBTQIA+ Artists You Need to Listen to This PRIDE

PRIDE is all about self-empowerment and self-determination. It’s about not just being comfortable with who you are but showing the world that there is pride to be found in being unapologetically you. And that’s why, this PRIDE, we wanted to shine a light on a small handful of our favorite LGBTQIA+ artists. Ranging from rapturous hyperpop, revelatory bossa nova meditations, romantic rave music, and everywhere in between, these are 19 LGBTQIA+ artists who deserve a spot on your PRIDE playlist and every playlist for that matter.

girl in red

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In her debut single, “i wanna be your girlfriend,” a teenage girl in red unapologetically sings of young queer love over a mesh of lofi production and jangly instrumentation that would come to define much of the bedroom pop genre. It is a standout moment of unrelenting honesty, and a serenely simple three-minute confession that would go on to strike a chord with millions who were afraid of what it meant to be something more than friends. Now, a few years later and following the release of her critically-acclaimed debut album, if i could make it go quiet, Ulven still writes with that same emotional honesty, putting forth every ounce of herself for the world to see.

Meet Me @ The Altar

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“the little lonely black alt girl i was in the 00s is living rn, she never even dared to hope she might see this 💖💖,” reads the top comment on Meet Me @ The Altar’s music video for their single “Garden.” It is a sentiment shared by much of the rising band’s fanbase, who are used to the mainstream alternative scene championing cis white males. Existing in the space between pop-punk and hardcore, Meet Me @ The Altar exists to challenge the notion that queer women of color don’t have a place in punk. And after penning a record deal with Fueled By Ramen, home to the likes of Paramore, Panic! at the Disco, and nearly every pop-punk band that made up your middle school playlist, chances are this is just the beginning for our new favorite punks.

THE BLOSSOM

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For Lily Lizotte, better known as THE BLOSSOM, music exists as the synthesis and subsequent recontextualization of a host of past experiences. From the sound of their dad belting away in his home studio to stumbling upon niche Internet subgenres, THE BLOSSOM transforms all this and more into a sound that is instantly recognizable but impossible to perfectly place. The culmination of this host of influences takes sweeping sonic form on their debut EP, ‘97 BLOSSOM, a perfectly imperfect introduction to one of the most fascinating rising artists of recent memory.

BIMINI

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You may recognize BIMINI as Bimini Bon-Boulash, the runner-up on the second season of RuPaul’s Drag Race UK. And now you should familiarize yourself with Bimini, brit-pop extraordinaire. Releasing their debut single “God Save This Queen” earlier this June, Bimini deftly channels late ‘90s brit-pop and punk to deliver a single that has us absolutely living for the ensuing chaos. Serving up multiple looks throughout its eye-catching music video, “God Save This Queen” is not just a non-binary anthem but a veritable 2021 lookbook.

Hope Tala

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With a sound that falls somewhere between turn-of-the-century R&B and bossa nova, Hope Tala’s music is expectedly a dream given sonic form. Perhaps that’s why much of the UK singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist’s music is able to so deftly weave imagery of love, heartache, and teenage fistfights into tightknit tracks that feel simultaneously transcendental and deeply personal. And with the release of her 2020 EP, Girl Eats the Sun, Hope Tala poses one all-important question, “Why have a life if you’re not going to do something crazy and make a difference in the world?”

chloe moriondo

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For much of chloe moriondo’s avid fanbase, watching her transform from budding ukulele sensation to pop-punk phenom very much meant watching her grow up. Getting her start on YouTube, moriondo's fanbase witnessed her evolve as both an artist and person. Coming out in the aptly titled “a ramble about self identity, growth, and being a lesbian,” to be a fan of the artist often feels like trading secrets with a close personal friend. It is a sentiment that rings all the more true upon delving into her debut album, Blood Bunny. Grappling with coming-of-age at the axis of empathic pop and euphoric pop-punk, Blood Bunny sees moriondo taking yet another impressive step forward.

Godford

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Little is known about Godford beyond what can be garnered from a handful of interviews online and his succinct Spotify bio, and chances are he’s happier that way. The anonymous DJ and producer aims to make non-binary music that exists outside of the confines of genres, overly-simplified classifications, and even himself. What is important are the emotions his music hold and what his listeners take away. Fusing romanticism and rave in his debut album, Godford: Non Binary Place, the anonymous artist does just that. He provides a space that exists simultaneously everywhere and nowhere, like an ephemeral night spent out on the dancefloor with a stranger or close friend.

Joy Oladokun

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Joy Oladokun is at the core of her music. It may at first glance appear to be a painfully obvious statement, but as her sincere songwriting seeps into every corner of your soul, it is a notion that becomes undeniable. In her major label debut, in defense of my own happiness, Oladokun writes with an unabashed authenticity, never turning a blind eye to the world around her. These shared reflections and recollections of life are often heartbreaking and uplifting in the same breath, but in their candidness, we can begin to piece together what it means to be human, imperfections and all.

Allison Ponthier

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Allison Ponthier may only have a handful of singles to her name, but her unmatched potential is clear as day. Raised in the outskirts of Dallas, Texas, Ponthier’s moving songwriting and emphatic vocal prowess speak to her country roots. Pair that country sensibility with some of the most pristine pop songwriting we have heard in quite some time, and you begin to understand just how exciting Ponthier is as a rising artist. With only two singles to date, there’s not much else we can say beyond do yourself a favor and play “Cowboy” on repeat.

Rina Sawayama

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It feels like no hyperbole to call Rina Sawayama an inevitable pop icon. First garnering critical acclaim with singles like “Cherry” and her 2017 debut EP RINA, the Japanese-British singer-songwriter staked her name on her immaculate ability to capture all the glamour and larger-than-life appeal of early ‘00s pop. Building on what was a nostalgic yet forward-thinking vision, Sawayama returned with her 2020 eponymous full-length debut. From nu-metal, club beats, to veritable pop anthems, SAWAYAMA emerged as a genre-defying showcase of an avant-garde pop star.

Arlo Parks

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Listening to Arlo Parks’ music is akin to sipping on a hot cup of chamomile tea as you watch the world slowly pass by your living room window. It is a testament to the British poet and singer-songwriter’s subtle yet beautiful way with words, the way in which each lyric serves as a glance into a tightly-held memory or passing observation. These poetic musings come to life in her debut album, Collapsed In Sunbeams, which layers lyrical revelations over some of the most tender R&B of recent memory. Parks’ is more than a must-listen; she feels like the birth of a new wave.

Claud

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Claud has spent the past few years making a name for themselves in the indie pop world, and the culmination of it all arrives in their debut album, Super Monster. The acclaimed album sees Claud reckoning with coming-of-age and love with an irresistible charm. Pair that with a penchant for grounded, affective songwriting and infectious, dreamlike melodies and you have one of the best debuts of recent memory. In case you somehow need any further convincing that Claud is one to watch, Super Monster marks the debut release from Phoebe Bridgers’ Saddest Factory Records.

UMI

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Equally as inspired by R&B and neo-soul as she is by her generation’s penchant for blurring genre lines, UMI and her music exist as a form of spiritual healing. Half-Black and half-Japanese, her work explores everything from identity to self-introspection, such as on the aptly-titled Introspection. It is a fondness for self-exploration that UMI delves headfirst into on her 2019 EP Love Language, a sublime blend of identity struggles, love, and anime that tackles the issue of always feeling like an other, never Black or Japanese enough.

Joesef

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Sad boy summer. It’s the simplest way to being explaining Joesef’s serene albeit somber sound. Emerging out of Glasgow, the quickly rising star often wears his still bleeding heart on his sleeve, even when the underlying sonics seem to be moving onto greener pastures. It is an exquisite balancing act that comes to life on his 2020 EP, Does It Make You Feel Good?. Blending elements of soft-spoken R&B, jazz, and ethereal pop, Joesef sets himself apart as an artist whose influences and appeal know no bounds.

Serena Isioma

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At the top of the year, we named Serena Isioma one of our top artists to watch in the year to come, and for good reason. The self-proclaimed “nonbinary rock star” experienced a breakout moment with “Sensitive,” a track that is difficult to perfectly encapsulate but think along the lines of fusing modern-day R&B and woozy indie-pop with reckless abandon, and you’ll be about halfway there. It was an impressive standout track that was only buoyed by a pair of EPs, Sensitive and The Leo Sun Sets, in 2020, officially cementing Isioma as an artist like no other.

Khai Dreams

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Khai Dreams’ music is effortlessly easygoing. With its straightforward guitar lines and understated production, every track from the Pacific Northwest singer-songwriter flows out as naturally as breathing. Maybe it’s that laid-back approach that begins to explains Khai Dreams’ universal appeal and millions of monthly listeners, despite releasing most of his music independently. A hallmark of the DIY generation and its massive homebrewed potential, it would be a crying shame if you didn’t let Khai Dream’s serene meditations transport you somewhere far from here.

Frances Forever

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Like much of their Gen Z cohorts, Frances Forever’s exponential rise was not the result of a well-executed marketing plan but by the pure chance of a single song finding a home online. The song in question, “Space Girl,” was originally part of NPR’s Tiny Desk Content before soon blowing up on TikTok, and it’s not hard to see why. Short, sweet, and to the point, “Space Girl” is a saccharine love letter to that bubbly feeling of floating on cloud nine. Now signed to Mom+Pop and with their debut EP, Paranoia Party, due out later this year, this is the perfect time to get familiar with Frances Forever.

Dorian Electra

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Unapologetically playing with gender norms and stereotypes while seeing just how far they can push the limits of pop, Dorian Electra has long maintained a cult following in the world of experimental, highly addictive hyperpop. And it’s not hard to see why. Having collaborated with the likes of Charli XCX, 100 gecs, Village People, Pussy Riot, Rebecca Black, and more, Electra’s music ranges from off-the-rails hyperpop to introspective pop slow burns. All of this and more reaches a fever pitch in their 2020 album My Agenda, a devious showcasing of one of pop’s most explosive figures.

MAY-A

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Maya Cumming, professionally known as MAY-A, is no stranger to the hustle it takes to make it in the music industry. The Australian artist got her start entering numerous singing competitions in her hometown of Byron Bay and started busking on the streets at the tender age of 11. Now, she has a breakout single under her belt in the form of “Apricots,” an anthemic indie-pop ode to queer love. And since that breakout moment, MAY-A has continued to release impressive single after single—the latest being the collaborative “American Dream.”

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howisyournight · 3 years

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errands for you

inspired by khai dreams’ good advice !

the second years had always been fond of the bread that was selling near the school campus. usually, they would see each other going together to buy some but once missions got harder, they would get inumaki to run errands to buy bread. it happened once, twice but inumaki seemed to grow fond of the girl behind the counter who insisted she taught him sign language, so he found himself doing it voluntarily with a small smile hidden behind his collar.

maki heaved a deep sigh, leaning on panda as they finished another session of training. the sun was dimly shining, which they were heavily thankful for. panda was lying on the grass, yuuta was sitting on the staircase and inumaki was sitting beside panda with the usual stoic expression on his face. maki clicked her tongue before wiping the sweat forming on her forehead.

“anyone up to grab some refreshments?”

the four first years glanced at each other before hurriedly pointing at each other. to his misfortune, inumaki hesitated, leaving him the one to sigh and stand up. he stretched before handing his phone to maki. the girl typed the food she wanted before passing it to yuuta, who did the same. eventually, the phone circled back to inumaki. his eyes scanned the screen before heading off with his hands in his pocket.

the boy sighed, staring at the small bakery from a few feet before approaching it. the door opened with a chime, alerting the people working behind the counter.

“welcome!”

inumaki approached the counter, phone in hand. he stopped when the lady behind the counter recognized him, rather his uniform.

“oh! a sorcerer!” the women wiped her hand on her apron before leaning behind, calling out to another worker. a small voice responded from the kitchen followed by a girl fixing her apron.

“serve this one, it should be easy enough.” the woman assigned and the girl merely nodded before facing inumaki with a smile.

“what can i get you today?”

to say you were excited was a complete understatement. not only were you working in a bakery but you were working near the same campus your parents met. it was an astounding thing to even think about. it gave you something to be happy about. since their passing, it seemed difficult to spend every minute stuck at home. it wasn’t before the brink of you and your sister’s empty fridge that had you standing up and going. with no one to look after you both, you were left with the task to be the adult. a year behind legality, you were glad some strings were pulled so you could start working in a small bakery near the tokyo metropolitan school or rather the jujutsu tech.

you remembered your mother telling you stories of their missions, dangerous ones that they joked about. unfortunately, you weren’t given the chance to have a technique which left you with eyes that often saw monstrous creatures. though you could easily take classes to grow stronger, applying to be a sorcerer increased the chances of you leaving your little sister.

so now here you were, behind the counter of a small bakery near the jujutsu school. the ladies you were working with were surprisingly kind and welcoming. the atmosphere was ideal and overall, everything was perfect.

“what can i get you today?” your head tilted and your eyes closed with a smile. before you could comprehend anything, a phone was shoved in front of you. on it was multiple bread and drinks that were present on the menu board. you stared at the boy in front of you before gaping in realization.

inumaki watched you raise your hand, signing. he merely blinked at the sign, not understanding what any of what you said meant. you paused, your hand still raised.

“sign language?” you worded out at the same time signing. inumaki shook his head. you sputtered before apologising meekly, a bashful smile on your face. you took the phone from him and started to write the order down.

“right. i’ll be back.” you muttered before collecting the written bread on the pad of paper you were holding. you hummed before placing a tray in front of the boy. ducking, you grabbed a paper bag from below the counter. inumaki stood idle, watching you place the bread inside the paper bag with care. he couldn’t put a finger on what he was feeling but his eyes could not leave your figure. it was as if he was put on some kind on trance. maybe it was the lighting inside the shop that made you glow. no, inumaki felt like even if you were standing with no proper lighting he’d still see an angelic glow surrounding you.

“-ello?”

your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his cheeks slightly heating up in embarrassment.

“here’s your bread.” you signed despite already knowing the boy in front of you indicated he didn’t know how.

he was interesting, you could at least say. maybe it was the way his lower half was mysteriously covered by cloth or maybe it was his eyes that seemed like it was staring into your soul. either way, you were silently hoping he would return.

maybe you were getting lucky because the off-white haired boy sauntered his way into the shop the next day and for the following week. before you knew it, you were offering him free lessons of sign language. he’d handed you his phone with the question ‘how do you know sign language’ with his head tilted cutely the other day. to which you responded,

“my sister’s mute.” you signed with a small smile, making the boy’s eyes widen slightly. so you were familiar with his case except he had the ability to speak just not without the expense of getting others included. which by the way, you had no idea about. you had just assumed he was mute as well. it wasn’t before you heard him slip a random word.

“takana?” you heard as you sat on a table near the window. how the time seemed to slow down as you stared at him in mere shock.

“y-you can talk!” you exclaimed, hands gripping the table and practically leaning over closer to the boy. inumaki stared before glancing away, a hand tugging at the collar hiding his face nervously. lucky for him, your expressions seemed to be positive. the way your eyes lit up when he opened his mouth relieved him.

“takana?” you asked in wonder, sitting back down placing a hand under your chin. it seemed like eternity as inumaki waited for you to look up and started chatting again. he jolted slightly when you frantically looked up.

“inumaki!” you snapped your fingers, remembering a story your mother had told you. “snake and fangs!” inumaki froze at the words. for all that he expected, he did not expect those exact words to fly out of your mouth. you knew about curses? sorcerers? it seemed as if his eyes asked all the questions when you clasped your hand together, sighing with a hint of sadness.

“my parents were sorcerers.” you claimed, staring at outside the window. inumaki could see pain glazing over your eyes. “they used to tell me about their missions.” you chuckled softly.

“the inumaki clan was a small story i can vaguely remember but i know the technique. my mother was very interested in different jujutsu techniques.” you continued as inumaki listened, following your gaze outside the window. the sun was setting, painting an ethereal blanket of orange glow in the sky - a perfect afternoon to spend relaxing and talking.

inumaki dug his brain for the past few weeks, trying to remember certain sign language you had subconsciously done. you stared at the boy as he hesitated to raise his right hand. your eyes widened when he signed an apology. your mouth fell open in disbelief and awe. he had been picking up a few of your sign language and he actually used one! you let out a giddy laugh.

“it’s okay.” you signed back with a bright grin. the corners of his eyes slightly curved, indicating he was smiling back. you leaned forward with a smile, continuing the conversation despite it being slightly one sided. you had no care that he was using limited responses. when he would try to sign a phrase he’d caught from you, you would lean in and guide his hand. eventually, for the whole month, inumaki had been voluntarily buying refreshments for his fellow classmates without knowledge he had been making friends. maki had grown suspicious one time when he had hurriedly insisted that he can buy. though, to his relief, she brushed it off.

this cycle continued for almost a year and a half. you were proud inumaki had gotten to use sign language with you without needing any help. it was practically second nature to him now. you two had never run out of things to enjoy. your friendship eventually led to you inviting him to movies, arcades and other places you had fun in. at one point, inumaki had met your little sister who was surprisingly clingy to him.

you noticed, however, whenever he stayed over at your apartment, you would often find yourself staring at his relaxed figure or the way he messed with his hair. you found yourself noticing details that a friend wouldn’t. you stopped mid walk once, your eyes widening in realization. the heat creeping up your cheeks whenever he would ask how you were doing or if you had a good day were things you normally brushed off but those little things seemed to fluster you more than usual.

you were falling for him.

it was a dangerous thing to be feeling. after all, he was a sorcerer. you were reminded of your parents’ tragedy when you thought about jujutsu. with pale features, you try to reassure inumaki that you were fine.

it wasn’t before a walk back to your apartment when inumaki suddenly stopped. you followed and looked at him in worry. his eyes were downcast as if contemplating something. everything blurred when he signed a phrase.

i like you.

your brain felt like short-circuiting. your face was heating up. you hadn’t taught him that phrase. you were at loss for words. his eyes were darting nervously back to you, his hands subconsciously tugging on his collar. he stumbled when he was met with arms engulfing him in a hug. you had tackled him when your brain had processed.

“i like you too!”

it was that sweet laugh that followed after that made inumaki’s heart melt. you could barely see his face but the soft pink dusting his cheeks showed his happiness. it took him a few seconds to process your response but when he did, he found his arms hugging you back and his lips planting a small kiss on your head.

help i love him

#jjk x reader #inumaki to/ge #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #fluff #jujustu kaisen fluff #inumaki x reader #help #i love him #jjk anime #jjk imagine #jjk inumaki #jujutsu sorcerer #jujustu kaisen

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Mon 15 Feb ‘21

Nothing wakes you up like a “hope everyone is doing alright!” from Louis! But how are YOU, he was asked. “Really good thank you! Motivated”, he said and “I've been doing a lot of thinking about my next record. It's going to be special! No concrete plans because I don't need that pressure while I'm writing. I'm sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album. Who knows though!” What song is the best bridge to the new record- “Great question. Walls, only the brave, kill my mind, copy of a copy,” (FUCK YES LT2 is gonna be SO GOOD and the callout to fan fave OTB? yes) and about a studio version of Copy, “Still in two minds. Maybe one day,” but new merch will be “soon” (that...word....) Anyway so exciting, love that he’s working and writing and thinking about when that stuff will be heard- the post time (roughly 9 am PST/ 17 GMT) is exactly his usual ‘I am working and here I am to provide some bi weekly fan service’ time, and Louis being back in work mode sounds like GOOD NEWS FOR US! Maybe we’ll even get to see his 29 year old face someday! Anyway he wraps it up and signs off with “Just want to acknowledge everyone who has helped with Defenceless. These moments make me immensely proud and reinforces with your support we're unstoppable.” We’re Unstoppable, Stream Only The Brave, OMG Louis, Next Record, I’m Excited, I Love You, and Clifford (um?) trended.

Nothing like Louis tweets to put everyone in a good mood! Wellll… not that good though. Yesterday’s complaining that not every person who worked on DWD specifically named Harry in their thank you notes did die down, but only because they were eclipsed by people complaining that Olivia Wilde did write about him. She posted a pic from set (Harry as Jack perched atop a very stylish vintage convertible) with a long caption applauding her supporting star, praising him for being willing to set aside his ego and allow the film to be “female-led” and Florence Pugh to shine, adding “he didn’t have to join our circus, but he jumped on board” and praising...his driving??! Uh, that is NOT what most people say… Anyway other than it being a lot of praise to merely say hey this guy was a decent human and that part about his driving skills reinforcing that they’ve probably never spent a non working second together off set, a perfectly normal and professional post-shoot post, but the tabloids are here to make everything ridiculous, never fear! First the Daily Mail posted a story last night about how Olivia had been photographed “returning to ex Jason’s house” “bearing Valentine’s gifts,” (1, those would be the post filming gifts most likely, 2, Jason is in London) and that Harry was “nowhere in sight” (now THIS I believe!). But then! Today Page Six reported that Olivia was seen (and pap pics were dutifully produced) moving her suitcases into “Harry’s house” and the Daily Mail CHANGED THEIR ARTICLE so it now says she’s packing up her things and moving in with Harry! Lol sure. Given that that house actually belongs to Jeff and Harry was rumored to be flying back to the UK today I actually find it plausible she might be planning to stay there for a bit post filming (ETA, OH! or bringing her stuff over to fly to the UK, where her kids are! IE share a private plane ride YOU KNOW WHAT this makes GOOD SOLID SENSE) but just as likely this is sheer nonsense. I guess with filming over we’ll have to live without the high key ridiculousness of “Harry is designing dresses for their wedding”, there was really nowhere to go but downhill from there. Oh well; anyway Joni Mitchell tweeted about the one year anniversary of Harry covering her song, Big Yellow Taxi! Very cool.

A tattoo artist posted a pic of Zayn’s arm showing two brand new pieces-- a large script reading ‘ICARUS’ and one of the NIL cover faces (red). Also partially visible, another unseen tattoo, fully healed- is it a lioness with Gigi’s face? (yes it’s pretty much as weird as you’re picturing) Ztans speculate that it’s a reference to Khai’s birth, which we were told by Gigi reminded Zayn of a lioness’ birth in a documentary they had watched, and tbh WHY NOT I would believe he would get that tattooed on his body, the weirdo.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #zayn #Louis certainly knows about songwriting under time pressure love that he can be like I did that I did not like it and now I will simply not #holivia #gigi hadid #joni mitchell #15 feb 21 #I suspect we'll be hearing more about this Olivia and Harry on a plane thing tomorrow #which cracks me up as I assume Louis is also on that plane #guess Eleanor's housesit is ending

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I couldn't help myself with this and I'm sure as shit not sorry. Enjoy the Batbrother fic! -Thorne

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The entire mission in Costa Rica would’ve taken two days to complete with the final night being the perfect time to eliminate the militia and their leader. He gazed at the rural camp through the scope of his rifle, surveying the small but well-guarded church building and courtyard. Five camps were set up around the church itself in a star set, the main headquarters in the middle, and a barbed wire fence surrounded the entire operation.

Getting in wasn’t going to be any trouble, at least not for Walker and Gutierrez; shifting the rifle, he could see them creeping up the side of the hill, staying in the tall brush. They were about thirty meters from the side of the fence that would let them in undetected; he’d provide sniper fire for anyone nearing them that they couldn’t get to in time.

All at once, Walker stilled in the brush, grasping at Gutierrez’s wrist. When Walker didn’t start reporting, he frowned and hit the button on his gun, murmuring, “Talk to me, Walker.”

The former MI6 operative grunted. “Somethings fuckin’ with my radar.” He glanced back towards where he was camped in the sniper nest. “Tell Asghar to figure it out.”

A new voice came over the line, rather agitated. “I don’t work for you and telling me to figure it out, isn’t going to make me. Maybe you could ask nicely.”

“Well, you ain’t called the fuckin’ ‘Eye in The Sky’ for no reason. Use the IFF and figure it out.”

“Arse,” she retorted, then she hummed. “Captain, Walker’s right, there’s something entering the premises. But I can’t tell what—it’s cloaked.”

He hummed quietly. “Where is it, Asghar?”

“East-side. It’s pinging the radar, but I don’t have a visual on it. Lemme circle around again.”

Glancing into the scope once more, he watched the east side carefully, when one of the militia members suddenly grasped their throat, blood spilling between their fingers. There was a split-second flash of a white tactical cloak shimmering, and his eyes went wide. “Everyone pull back. Now.”

All of his squad reacted with shock, but he wasn’t going to hear it. “All of you. Get out. Now. I know what’s inside the perimeter. Asghar land the Hawkeye. Everyone get to it.”

“Captain, what is it?”

“Nothing good, Mikhailovna.” He replied to the assassin with an annoyed frown. “Goddamn motherfucking asshole.” He scowled and watched another militia member fall, then another, and another. All within seconds. “Fucker took our job out from underneath us.”

“Who did, Captain?” Walker asked.

“A Ghost I don’t feel like engaging right now.” He said. “I gave you all an order. Back to the plane. Double time.”

“What about mission?” Mikhailovna questioned and he could tell she was already pissed.

“Our little guest’s already claimed it as theirs. I’ll explain later. Just get back.”

A round of disgruntled replies came in but he paid them no mind, simply watching the shimmer of the tactical cloak every few seconds go out as the soldiers dropped, throats slit.

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He hefted the duffel bag onto his shoulder, watching his squad boarding the plane. His pilot stood beside him. “You coming with us or staying?” she questioned, and he hummed.

“Planning on staying for a while.” His eyes drifted to the hotel in the distance. “Costa Rica’s got some nice sights and I’ll need to find us another job since this one busted halfway through.”

She nodded as if suddenly remembering. “Yeah, about that…I haven’t seen you that spooked in a while. Who was that?”

“I wasn’t spooked.” he griped. “But it’s a vigilante who’s not exactly good.”

Nadeen crossed her arms over her chest. “So, they’re like us?”

“No. He’s not even like me or Jason. When he fights, he views it as an art, not a duty. He’ll kill anyone he deems necessary.”

“Psychopath much?”

“Congratulations,” he quipped dryly. “You hit the nail on the head.”

“Oh my god, seriously? He’s a psychopath?”

“Full-fledged, no remorse or sympathy.” He glanced at the servicers finishing the fueling. “You should go start up the plane. I’m sure everyone’s ready to be back home for a while.”

Nadeen looked at him. “What are you going to do the entire time?”

“Hopefully find a job he won’t bud in on. Tell everyone they’ve got a month leave.” He held out his arm, elbow bent, and fist curled.

Nadeen placed the outside of her arm, held just like his, against the outside of his. “Happy hunting, Captain. Stay safe.”

“You too,” he smiled, pulling away to walk off the flight line.

***

He stepped out of the shower and wrapped the fluffy white towel around his waist. His eyes caught his reflection in the mirror and for a moment he simply stared at himself. All the scars that lined his chest, the bullet wounds, the stabs, the slashes, the burns. Each told a story of a time he escaped death’s clutches. Barely. But still alive.

He shifted the dog tags that at his sternum and looked at the cicatrix on his skin; he didn’t like the memory that surrounded it and he shook his head, letting the tags fall back into place before he walked out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. He’d left a pair of fresh underwear on the bed, and he removed the towel, slipping them on.

Figuring since no one was going to bother him, he tossed the towel onto the sofa beside the window and walked through the living room into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pursed his lips, wondering if he should cook or order room service; the Casa Del Mar Residence had fairly decent service.

Suddenly his muscles tensed and the hair on the back of his neck stood; he calmly grabbed an apple out of the refrigerator, then spun, throwing it with deadly aim and speed.

Unsurprisingly, the half-masked man leaning against the laundry room doorway caught it, smiling at him. “Well done, (Y/N). You knew I was here.”

He felt anger flush through him, and he pointed at him. “I knew it was you. Only you’d stick your nose in a SPECTRE Op and stick around afterwards to gloat about it.”

Chuckling, the man took a bite of the apple, chewing before murmuring, “Why so upset, (Y/N)? I took out the target for you.”

“Yeah, and you cost me and my squad a few million dollars of payment.” (Y/N) scowled. “The fuck do you want Ghost-Maker?”

Ghost-Maker smirked at him. “I’d pay you back but I’m sure you’d tell me to shove my money where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“Again, what do you want?” he gestured around. “It sure as shit isn’t to mess up my vacation for a month.”

“I’m leaving in a few hours,” he shrugged. “New missions in Asia.”

(Y/N) looked him over a moment. “You know he told me the first letters of your name. ‘Kh’.” He hummed, leaning against the island. “There’s so many names it could be. Khalid. Khal. Khadim. Khai.” Eyeing the vigilante, he quipped, “I feel like I’ve already said it.”

“I’d tell you if you did.” He walked around the island and stood beside (Y/N).

“Really? You’d tell me?” he cocked a brow. “Can I call you ‘K’?”

“No.”

“Hmm…sensitive.” (Y/N) grinned. “C’mon K, lighten up a little you psycho.”

He rolled his eyes. “Anyone ever told you you’re hilarious?”

“Just a few people. One of those being my dad.” (Y/N) met his gaze. “So…why are you here if you’re leaving in a few hours.”

A smirk ghosted over the man’s face, and he took a closer step, now in (Y/N)’s personal space, in fact, standing just before him. “I haven’t meditated yet.”

He peered at him. “Something tells me you’re not talking about yoga.”

“No. I’m thinking something more carnal.” He murmured. “Seems like you could use some meditation too.”

(Y/N)’s eyes merely narrowed, and he glared at the man in front of him for a long while before sighing and grunting, “Fine. But if you tell anyone we fucked, I’ll kill you in your sleep.” He started towards the bedroom, listening to Ghost-Maker follow, chuckling behind him.

“I already told you, (Y/N). We’re going to meditate.”

“Meditate my ass,” he griped in return.

“Relax. We’re going to have some fun.”

“I’m topping.”

“We’ll see,” Ghost-Maker cooed, shutting the door behind them.

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