#maybe it‘s a court think

[ghost-bxrd]

how would Talon Dick react to his owlet having an owlet of his own? (Like, Jason adopting Damian while they're both with the LoA)

🦉🦉🦉

He‘d totally have a bit of a breakdown over it and try to wrangle Jason back into the nest (along with Damian) like he used to.

Jason, very begrudgingly, allows it.

And laughs his butt off when Dick ends up super annoyed about the nest not being big enough for his owlet anymore, promptly going on a hunt for more pillows and blankets.

#jason still thinks it‘s kind of weird to refer to kids as owlets #but that‘s always what dick called him and Tim so whatever #maybe it‘s a court think #(it‘s not. it‘s a talon thing) #owl song #talon dick grayson #some fluff for the soul #ah yes #all the what ifs of a happier timeline #jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #Damian wayne

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

How do you think Aramis hugs would be? It's something I'd love to experience, to just be warm and safe and comforted by his presence. ^_^

THE QUESTION OF THE YEAR HAS JUST BEEN ASKED!! 😱 I can write you an essay on this matter!! I, too, seek the comfort and the peace that his physical affection seems to promise ;___; I‘ve always wondered why he‘s my favorite character out of the four, but I guess it‘s just his warmth and his beauty and his cheekiness :-) You have to know that there are a thousand ways Aramis can hug and here are a few:

1.) You haven‘t seen each other in a while. Him, away on a mission in freaking England, you, staying in Paris, working as a spy for Treville. When he returns, riding into the court of Musketeer‘s Corps, he whistles a very specific sound and you immediately know it‘s him. Running down the stairs from your room you find him dismounting his horse, dirtied, disheveled, beard grown out. But his smile lights up the evening dawn and you run towards him, throwing yourself in his arms. Your feet leave the ground and he catches you, like he always does, and he smells only of horse, but his arms around your back chase away the chill of loneliness and you stay right there, as he leads his horse to the stable, as he offers the stable staff a Franc for their work. You stay there, as he starts walking up the stairs to your room and as he sits down on the armchair opposite your bed, keeping you on his lap and talking quietly about the last weeks.

2.) You are in a moooood. And he wants to convince you to come to the King‘s Ball. But you just want to peel apples for a pie and maybe to throw them at passing idiots. So suddenly his arms are around your middle and he pulls you off the bank, your back against his chest, your legs kicking reflexively as your lungs produce an inhuman shriek. He keeps you locked right there, starting to sway over the cobblestone as if you two were dancing. „You cannot rob me of at least one dance.“ He twirls you around and you feel your darkness fall off like a curtain and your laughter rings through the air, making his smile grow wide. You agree eventually and at the ball you feel so much pride when he offers you his hand in his uniform, knowing he feels just the same way when you take his hand.

3.) You are sitting on the meadow, Athos and Porthos are snoring in the sun, d‘Artagnan and Constance are walking beneath the shadows of the trees and you and your brother are making flower-crowns. He puts his on your head and calls you the Flower Queen and you feel carefree and happy and rob over to him on your knees, opening your arms and pulling him close against you. It‘s a hug from the side, his left arm goes all around your back as his right one stretches over to go around your shoulders. He buries his nose in your hair, kisses the top of your head. You look over the wide field behind him and just enjoy the peacefulness.

4.) It‘s your fault, really, for wanting to fight him. Now you can barely breathe from laughing, as he easily throws you over his shoulder and starts turning around as if looking for you. You try to hold on to his white shirt as he starts dropping you further and further towards the ground, his hands on your ankle and your leg. It‘s when your fingers find his sides, digging into them from behind, that he ends the act of „looking for you“. His surprised laugh always sounds a little breathless, huffed like he‘d just heard a joke. His wiggling motions to try and get away from the ticklish feeling make it look like he‘s dancing. He obviously can not get away without dropping you, so he quickly changes tactics, pulling you off his back and into his arms. He traps you in his embrace, as he dips his head under your chin to blow a long raspberry on your neck, and you start squealing as his fingers find your ribs on either side of his hugging arms. You end up on the ground, calling out for truth and he lets up, grinning and you‘re grateful for this brother of yours.

#aramis #sister reader #aramis imagine #hugs

[james-vi-stan-blog]

How true was it, that James never washed his hands, or was very unhygienic in general? Looking at his fingernails in M&G teaser, it seems like they’re going for the unhygienic look for him. It‘s especially noticeable when he’s smearing blood on George’s face. I know everyone wasn’t super clean in that era, but James was said to be especially dirty by some historians. I can’t remember if he was described as such in the King‘s Assassin, or not though.

IMO, it's possible.

As you said, this is a time period when reckless bathing was regarded as injurious to the health. Which doesn't mean that people didn't bathe, but that hygiene was imagined differently from our time. The question to answer is whether James was more unhygenic than his contemporaries.

AFAIK the only primary source that directly describes James as particularly dirty or never washing is Weldon. Weldon's account (if it was even actually written by Weldon) has a lot of problems with it. (Check out these introductory pages for an idea of what kind of slant is associated with the publication of Weldon's work.) However, the common story that Weldon was dismissed from court and so held a grudge against James when he was writing itself has problems with it. So, Weldon may or may not be accurate; it's got a very pronounced agenda, though.

A single diary entry from Anne Clifford has snowballed through the centuries into an image of James as filthy and lice-infested, but what she actually said was "we were all lowzy by sittinge in Sir Thomas Erskin's chamber", which is a far cry from saying James stunk. Fakehistoryhunter did a deep dive on this. (Though, I do think, based on their closeness, if Thomas Erskine did have lice, James would have, too.)

There's some better evidence than that. George Villiers once signed off a letter to James, "So, craving your blessing, I kiss your dirty hands, Your majesty's most humble slave and dog, Steenie." Does this mean James's hands were especially dirty? It could just be Buckingham's signature saucy writing style to James. He also used a very similar construction once to Charles, "I kiss thy warty hands". So, maybe James was especially dirty, or maybe not.

There's other side contributors I haven't really seen discussed a lot. Like, James had lifelong digestive problems, including bowel problems. This could have contributed to an aura of "grossness" around James. He loved poop and butt jokes (which, idk maybe I'm projecting, but seems very, very normal for someone who has medical issues). James let dogs on the bed. James was always partying at the hunting lodge and drank very heavily, which would heavily feed an air of slovenliness. Etc.

And, you know, we can't forget that historians over the past 400 years have been overwhelmingly homophobic straight men who go "of course James was gross... homosexuality = buttsex = the worst form of uncleanliness there is".

Tudor Times did a long analysis of "dirty James" that's worth reading, too.

So tl;dr my own opinion is "quite probably James was dirty but the popular narrative is exaggerated and we can't trust a lot of these accounts".

#james vi and i #james's weird stan rambles again #tw homophobia #tw poop #tw ableism #content note #james didn't have buttsex theory but that's a ramble for another time

[aegor-bamfsteel]

Why would the lord of Yronwood support Daemon instead Daeron ?

The non answer is: we’d have to know more about who the Yronwoods were and their immediate situation to judge their motives. Canon gives us no information about what the Yronwoods were doing around that time period other than that they joined in three of the five Blackfyre Rebellions. The fact that they joined the fourth Blackfyre on Daemon III’s side, which otherwise had little Westerosi support or chance of succeeding, indicates that the primary motivation of the Yronwoods was not ambition to usurp House Martell and rule Dorne (either as an independent kingdom or Lord Paramount); but, like their old ally Aegor Rivers, was probably revenge for their family members killed in the wars of conquest, which had gone unacknowledged by the Martells and the Iron Throne in order to make the incorporation of Dorne go more smoothly.

Yandel may tell us that “the Yronwoods are the house likeliest to rebel, and have done so several times” but outside of their role in the Blackfyre Rebellions neither he nor Gyldayn have shown them to be anything less than some of the Martell’s most faithful vassals in resisting Targaryen conquest. Regarding Aegon I’s unsuccessful attempt, the Field of Fire had already happened, seeing the Gardeners wiped out and Harlen Tyrell surrendering without a fight only to be named Lord Paramount of the Reach; if the Yronwoods chose to surrender, it’s not a stretch to think Aegon might’ve named them Lords of Dorne; but they chose to fight, facing Aegon I in a brief siege and quickly recapturing Yronwood (it‘s also implied due to Orys Baratheon’s army being blocked both above and below the Boneway where Yronwood is located that they participated in trapping in him as well). Their involvement in Daeron I’s conquest is harder to piece together from canonical material; but from Daeron leading an army down the Boneway using goat tracks, the submission of Sunspear including 40 of the most powerful Dornish lords, and the rebellion in 160 where Daeron again won victories along the Boneway, it’s clear the Yronwoods fought hard against him and their implied submission was not real. So given their past history fighting would-be Targaryen conquerors, and an even longer history fighting the Durrandon Kings, I think an offer to become Lords of Dorne wouldn’t have sufficed to join Daemon I. Aegon I and Daeron I are of course different monarchs from Daemon I; Daemon I wasn’t going to march an army down the Boneway to try to conquer their kingdom, but instead treat them like allies as he did the other families that fought under him. However, again I don’t think the offer of alliance and greater power in Dorne would be enough to sway the Yronwoods. Remember that Arianne closely connects the Yronwoods with Aegor Rivers, and they only seemed to participate in the three rebellions he also had a role in. According to Yandel, “with [Aegor] came the clamoring of knights and lords with grievances.” But what grievances could the Yronwoods have against Daeron II and Maron’s rule?

Part of it could be due to the treaty, which despite its generous concessions only directly benefited House Martell (Yandel says that the “Lords of Dorne” had significant privileges the other great houses did not, singling out the Martells) being allowed to keep the title of Prince, maintain their own laws, and gather their own taxes with only minimal oversight. Maybe not all of the noble Dornish houses were represented at court (so far we have members of just Houses Dayne and Manwoody) and the Yronwoods felt offended at possibly not being invited due to their historically uneasy relationship with the Martells. Both seem cause for resentment, but I don’t think open rebellion. What I think makes the most sense due to the recent political landscape was that the Yronwoods had fought to the death of much of their family in order for Dorne to stay independent, only for the Martells to bend the knee to Daeron II anyway for the sake of a marriage alliance and a treaty that principally benefited them. The Boneway was the site of two series of Daeron I‘s victories; the first victory must’ve been a blow to the “Wardens of the Stone Way” whose house motto is “we guard the way” for an enemy to get past them. It seems the mountain houses were involved in the bulk of the fighting with Daeron I personally, so it makes sense they’d have massive casualties. The GRRM-approved MUSH RPG (which at least had notes about certain characters’ existences before they appeared in Fire and Blood, such as Coryanne and Qyle Martell, Gyles Yronwood, and Walter Wyl) seems to indicate the Yronwoods did lose many family members in the war, whereas the Martells lost only one. In light of a lot of vicious fighting taking place in the Red mountains, the Maekar-Dyanna match wouldn‘t be for “love” or Queen Myriah’s “preference” for Daynes, but a smart alliance to quiet at least one of the Northern Dornish houses‘ resentment that their sacrifices seemed to be mostly in vain. Seriously, I’d be surprised if the Martell-Targaryen alliance wasn’t shown to upset at least some Dornish people; they apparently still haven’t recovered their population by canon era due to the Targaryen wars, and fought very hard to resist them, but then their liege lords are going to be some of the most loyal Lords Paramount to the Targaryens anyway while in return they get…I don’t know, was there some weregild offered to the families of the victims of the Conquest War?

I think wanting revenge or at least acknowledgment of their losses in the War of Conquest is a sensible motive for the Yronwoods. GRRM has shown repeatedly that revenge borne of grief leads people to make destructive decisions, whether that be Rickard Karstark or Robb Stark or Daenerys Targaryen (it’s sort of embodied in Lady Stoneheart). It ties them to Aegor Rivers, who also had grievances against the Targaryens due to their murder and then lack of acknowledgment of his Bracken family. Their continued involvement in the Blackfyre wars past the first was probably in part due to losing even more family members in said wars trying to avenge the others (again, a repeated motif in ASOIAF warned against in Ellaria Sand’s speech, Robb and Lady Stoneheart, a cautionary tale with Arya, and the Blackfyres themselves). And so the cycle of revenge continued until the Yronwoods couldn’t look to the Blackfyres for redress.

I’ll end this by saying these are all my personal opinions and theories, backed up by whatever circumstantial evidence I found from canonical and semi-canonical sources. I could be completely wrong about the Yronwoods’ reactions to the War of Conquest and Daeron II’s treaty. Again, we’d have to know more about the opinions of the Lords of Yronwood who fought for the Blackfyres and the specifics of the Martell-Yronwood relationship. But I think the Yronwoods’ motives went beyond ambition or even resentment, and was instead mostly revenge borne of grief.

#ask #house yronwood #asoiaf headcanon #asoiaf meta #dorne #first blackfyre rebellion #conquest of dorne #opinion #asoiaf

[pride-moth]

The Exception

Ao3 Link

It‘s somewhere between everyone‘s fifth ale and Erend‘s third Strike loss against Kotallo that Aloy stretches her limbs and gets up from her seat next to Kotallo. One hand lingers on his shoulder as she leans down, presses a soft kiss on his lips and says, “I’ll go to sleep. Feel free to stay up.”

The door of her room shuts gently behind her. Kotallo smiles after her, his heart warm and full in his chest. It takes him a few moments to notice Erend is staring at him with an expression he can’t fully read. It’s somewhere in the general area of incredulity, though, that much is certain.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks after a moment. He is only half-interested, his mind firmly set to choosing his Strike pieces for the next game.

“Not more than usual, no.” He hesitates for a moment. “It’s just… How did you do it?”

Kotallo looks him up and down, uncertain what it is that he is asking. “Do what?”

There’s a faint blush on Erend’s cheeks that could just as well come from the ale he’s had. He gestures vaguely towards Aloy’s room. “You know…”

Something clicks in Kotallo. Amusement tugs at his lips. “You mean to ask me how I courted Aloy?”

Erend almost chokes on the swig of ale he was trying to take. “I- No! Yes! Maybe. It’s just strange, you know. What’s different about you?”

Kotallo takes a sip of ale. It doesn’t taste as awful as it used to. He smiles. “I am missing an arm, for one.”

Erend coughs again. “I doubt that’s the reason you’re the first man - hell, the first person - she hasn’t just. Dropped like a hot potato.”

Kotallo shrugs. “I suppose I’ve never really thought about it that way.”

“She’s had the Sun King himself vie for her affection! Everyone else she refused, I just figured, ‘Okay, maybe she’s just not interested’ but when she refused him? I was starting to think maybe she doesn’t want anyone at all.”

Kotallo lifts an eyebrow. “Do you consider me of insufficient status to be with her?”

Erend shakes his head quickly. “No, I just mean- She’s never returned anyone’s affections for her. No matter who they were and what they did. Forge knows I tried for a long while.”

“Women aren’t problems to be solved. Their affection isn’t something to earn by stringing together the right actions.”

“Yes, true, very wise, very wise, I’m just. Confused is all, I guess? And don’t get me wrong, you’re a great guy, I’m glad it’s you,” he pauses for a moment, “No, really, I am. I trust you with her. Doesn’t mean I understand how it happened.”

Kotallo gives another shrug. “It just happened upon us. She has had me awe-struck from the moment she blew up the Bulwark. It didn’t feel like she just did it to further her goals. It felt like she did it for me, too. Because Tekotteh was being a pain to me. Maybe she also did it for him, though, I considered simply killing him.”

Erend nods. “That makes sense. She was always a little bit more fond of those who are willing to take out… Obstacles along the way.”

This sparks Kotallo’s interest. “What do you mean?”

Erend looks around cautiously and leans over the Strike board. “Well, I said she’s refused everyone but there was… An exception and a half.”

Kotallo doesn’t want to be interested. He’d like to think Aloy would tell him anything relevant, so perhaps this is simply unimportant. But he is feeling a bit fuzzy from the ale and his curiosity is getting the better of him. “Do go on.” He regrets the words as soon as they’ve left his lips.

“Well, she didn’t talk much to me about it, but there was this guy she always met at bandit camps back East. Nil. He was a gigantic weirdo, only killed for sport. But she still kept him around. And after she came back from one camp, she would not speak a word about him anymore.”

“So you suspect something happened between them?”

Erend nods. “Yeah, there were a lot of weirdos she met at that time, but none she had quite this… Reaction to. Seemed odd to me.”

Kotallo doesn’t say anything. To him it sounds like a lapse in judgment. He’s known enough of those himself.

“Well, that was one exception. The other is what let me know that she wasn’t simply not interested in people, it’s just that I’m inadequate.”

“Don’t speak of yourself like that. Her not choosing you as a partner does not make you inadequate.”

Erend looks up from his ale. “That’s… awfully kind of you. Thank you.”

“I’ve learned the hard way to not define myself by how other people perceive me,” he nods towards his missing arm, “Sometimes people love you, sometimes they hate you, sometimes they only want your friendship when you want more than that. It’s not your fault.”

Erend blinks. “You… Have a real way with words, you know that? Must be part of why she likes you so much.”

“A little known fact about the Tenakth is that being able to express yourself with words is almost as respected as expressing yourself in combat. Hekarro combines these abilities within himself, earning him the highest respect.”

“Wow, that’s- Okay, anyway. Nil is the half-exception because I never got confirmation on it, but the full exception was Talanah.”

“The Carja huntress?”

“ Yes. Sunhawk, no less. She’s arguably the only woman more elusive than Aloy. Always running from A to B, hunting this or that. I think it drove Aloy crazy. That someone ran away from her for once. Well, not really away from her, but just… In her own direction. Aloy actually told me they’d kissed after slaying Redmaw. But it never became more than that because Aloy was on her own mission and Talanah is too proud to follow anyone around.”

“She never told me,” Kotallo says wearily. He’s not sure how to feel about it. Aloy doesn’t owe him any information on her past. But he can’t help but wonder why she wouldn’t tell him. He believes he’s been quite open about his previous partners.

Erend shrugs. “She never tells anyone much of anything, to be fair.”

“I suppose.” He’s trying not to think about it, he really is but he can feel the question around Aloy’s secrecy take a hold on his mind.

Erend seems to sober for a second, looking up at him with big, apologetic eyes. “Hey, man, I really didn’t mean anything by telling you that. I… Actually I probably shouldn’t have, I’m sorry, it’s really none of my business. I just… I was just thinking out loud is all. You’re doing a good job with her, I’ve never seen her this… Peaceful, I guess is the word. And that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?”

Kotallo nods, absently. “I suppose.” He gets up afterwards, uncertain where to go because he doesn’t feel ready to sleep. He leaves the Strike board abandoned, half set-up, alongside some ale he did not finish. He makes his way towards the East exit, hoping for some quiet.

He feels bothered, but unable to put a finger on what exactly it even is that is bothering him. Aloy’s past is her own. She can share what she wishes and keep hidden what he wishes. He knows that. He deeply believes it, in fact. But there’s still a part of him that feels off-balance by… Well, by what exactly?

That she’s been with other people before? No, that would be stupid and hypocritical. That she’s still friends with at least one of the people she’s been with? No, that would make him just as much of a hypocrite.

He steps outside and sits down at Varl’s grave. The breeze is cold, as always up here and it oddly reminds him of his old home in the Sky Clan. He looks at the flowers Zo has planted in Varl’s honor and then at the space on his arm where he plans to have his memory inked. It strikes him at that moment, how similar people are. How, even though the Utaru and Tenakth have very different views on everything, the desire to remember the fallen is the same.

The revelation doesn’t help him figure out his problem. Though, he supposes it’s an extension of how Aloy has helped broaden his understanding of a great many things, just by knowing him, by bringing him into her orbit and that of so many others.

He sits there, at the grave of an extraordinary man he wasn’t ever truly as close to as he could have and perhaps should have been. It stings, the missed opportunity of a friend not quite made.

It’s strange. How it’s all become about her and the things that revolve around her. And how he doesn’t even mind.

“Hey.” Aloy’s voice appears softly behind him.

“Aloy,” he says, not looking up. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Well,” she starts as she sits down beside him, “The common room got silent but you weren’t coming, so I took a peek and Erend looked real nervous and said he might have made you upset and that you left. But I had a hunch you didn’t go that far.” There’s a smile on her face, gentle if a little tired. She has a blanket with her, too, and wraps it around the both of them.

“You have me all figured out, hm?”

“I’m not that bad with people. For someone who grew up an outcast.”

“I never got the impression you were.” He gives her a smile, a genuine one. He’s not mad at her, not at all, he’s realizing, but the uneasiness from before still persists.

“So, what’s going on? What did Erend say?”

He swallows. “It’s irrational.”

“That’s one word to describe Erend, for sure.” She’s radiant when she smiles.

“No, not Erend. It’s… He asked me how I… courted you. Successfully.”

Aloy rolls her eyes. “Was he hoping for tips? You know, I’ve told him-”

“No, I don’t believe that was his intention. He appeared to be earnestly wondering how I did it, I suppose. But he also felt it necessary to tell me about some of your previous… Relationships.”

She looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Relationships? Does Erend know more than I do?”

Kotallo chuckles, he can’t help it. He reigns himself in after a moment and takes her hand. His gaze fixes on the gravesite. “Who you were with before is none of my business. And I would never wish to pry.”

“Oh, no, did he tell you that me and Varl used to have the weirdest crush on each other? Is that why you’re here?”

His eyes snap to meet hers. “No… That is not what he told me. But that sounds like an interesting story, too.”

Aloy smiles, but sadness breaks through. “It was stupid. He was quite obvious about it, like all of them always were. Maybe they thought I wouldn’t notice. Maybe they hoped I would and take the burden of a first step from their shoulders. I don’t know. But I liked him, too. He was strong and brave and bold. That, and he was cute, obviously. But, well, I didn’t have the time and by the time he found me again, I just didn’t feel that way anymore.” She looks at the array of candles and flowers in front of her fondly.

“I cannot fault you, he was a great man.”

“He was… But that wasn’t what Erend told you about?”

Kotallo sighs. “No, he talked about some person called Nil. And Talanah.”

Something in Aloy’s expression shifts. “Nil.”

Kotallo stays silent for a moment as a flurry of emotions washes over her face. He simply squeezes her hand and sits with her, allowing her to work through whatever it is she needs to work through.+

It takes a minute, a deep breath and a long, tired sigh before she finally speaks again. “Nil was a mistake… A bad one. He was a killer. For fun. But we had some nights that I cannot in good conscience call bad, just… Regrettable, I suppose. We didn’t part on good terms. In fact, he wanted me to kill him.”

“That sounds like a quite unpleasant experience.”

“Yeah, seems accurate.”

“Everyone makes mistakes in regards to partners,” Kotallo says.

“Thanks. I just… Don’t like to think about him.”

“I understand.”

“And Talanah wasn’t even really a fling. We just kissed once, went our separate ways. Nothing too big,” she adds. “So, now you know.”

Kotallo nods. “Thank you. For trusting me.”

“Always,” she looks at him, “And I’m not keeping secrets from you, you know. I just… Don’t always feel comfortable talking about things unprompted.”

“I understand. I did not mean to come off as though I was going to pressure you into telling me, by the way.”

She lets her head fall onto his shoulder. “Did it bother you? When you learned these things from Erend?”

Kotallo shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know. I didn’t feel good about it. It felt like an invasion. Knowledge I wasn’t supposed to. I should have just told him to keep quiet and let you tell me about it when you were ready.”

Aloy snuggles into him more tightly, a comfortable smile on her lips. “Maybe that’s how you did it. By being, just, radically respectful. It’s actually kind of ridiculous.”

He snorts. “Do you want me to be less respectful?”

“I love you.” She says it easily, as though it isn’t the most magical thing he’s ever heard, and kisses him.

#horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #kotaloy #kotallo/aloy #writing #fanfiction #kotallo is a cinnamon roll #spoilers post GEMINI

[ecofinisher]

Lady Frost and the Fire King - A familiar partnership - Chap 39

Chapter 39

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31330631/chapters/84485965

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13886468/39/Lady-Frost-and-the-Fire-King-A-familiar-partnership

In the evening several students had arrived at the Françoise Dupont school to attend the prom night organized by the school.

In the meantime, other students, which were invited for the prom were arriving as well at the moment, under them, Rollan was present along with Wayhem and Michael. Wayhem wore a black shirt and pants, which were from Gabriel, and a red tie, which belonged to the same brand. Michael wore dark-brown pants and a green vest with a bow tie.

„You paid 140 euros for that all?“ Asked Rollan shocked as he looked at the dark colors the boy wore.

„I like it. I‘m also planning to use it in the future on other occasions. No one says it‘s a one-time deal,“ Said Wayhem making Rollan nod.

„Unless it‘s a wedding. I hear many people do buy clothes for every different wedding. At least women,“ Commented Michael. „And the dress prices for women compared to our are huge,“

„Have you seen the prices for elegant suits of other brands? Or better for the ones specially used in weddings? They‘re more expensive than you think,“

„Okay, I believe so,“ Admitted Michael and the trio stopped in the middle of the court to see a few students standing around talking, two duos dancing and a few ones at the bankett table eating.

„Are you guys going to eat something?“ Asked Rollan making Wayhem nod and Michael shake his head.

„I‘ll be waiting here for Sofia,“ Responded Michael making the two boys nod.

„I‘m actually interested in trying out those snacks,“ Commented Wayhem, then Rollan nodded.

„I‘m actually a little hungry. I‘m coming as well,“ Mentioned Rollan, which followed Wayhem at the table to check out the various plates with different snacks, which had already a few missing.

„Lots of healthy snacks,“ Commented Rollan picking up a small toothpick with two cherry tomatoes and a mozzarella ball in it and shove a tomato into his mouth. Wayhem had picked up in the meanwhile from an etagere a triangle-cut sandwich with ham and salad and looked at Rollan taking the last two balls from his toothpick.

„Hey over there you got sweet stuff if you‘re interested,“ Commented Wayhem pointing at the end of the table, where Rollan just walked to encounter a plate with macarons only, then looked at the other ones and decided to pick up a half banana, which was covered in dry chocolate cream, which Rollan looked at it with a warily look.

„This looks interesting?“ Asked Rollan taking the stick, where the banana was attached to and took a bite from it, and smiled. „Mmh,“

„While you‘re on that I‘m gonna take this large Linzer cookie,“ Mentioned Wayhem picking up a large cookie, which had a smiley face on it, where you could see the jam filling of it. „Is this strawberry?“

Rollan finished the banana, then looked at Wayhem which was tasting the cookie and Rollan looked at the entrance to see more students enter, but there was no spurt of Gerda yet.

„Did you come on your own or have you a date?“ Asked Rollan making Wayhem shake his head.

„Nope, I‘m all on my own,“ Mumbled the brunette. „I‘m fine for now,“

„Okay,“ Replied Rollan walking around the table to look at the available snacks, then approached a table across the one with the salty snacks and looked at all the glass, that had been filled in with various drinks and Rollan picked up one, which was grape juice then he took a sip of it and frowned a little disappointed at the taste. Rollan watched the baker of the bakery across the school appear with a plate with hot ham croissants and added them into a plate, which had been empty.

„Want to give my croissants a try?“ Asked Mr. Dupain. „They‘re filled with smoked ham and cream cheese Trust me, you‘re going to love it,“

Rollan smiled, then picked up one to try it and blew at it due to its temperature.

„Gracias,“ Answered Rollan, then Tom pondered for a little while and questioned the boy.

„You‘re alone here?“ Asked the adult making Rollan shake his head.

„Wayhem and Michael came with me,“ Answered Rollan. „There‘s also a girl, I‘m waiting for, but she hasn‘t arrived yet,“

„Really?“ Asked Tom making Rollan nod, then Tom approached the raven-haired Spaniard and led him to his side, where three piles of plates were and took one for the boy. „Why don‘t you collect this girl a few little snacks for her to when she arrives?“ Asked Tom watching Rollan look at the plate and shrug his shoulders.

„I guess it‘s a good idea,“ Commented Rollan and looked at the large variation, wondering what he should pick. „Epa, how should I know, what she‘s interested in?“

„You don‘t have to, just take a few things you think she should try. A few salty things, sweet things or healthy things,“ Suggested Tom. „There must be something, that would make her curious to try,“

„Yeah, I think there are a few things she could try,“ Admitted Rollan, then approached the table to look for diversity.

At the entrance, stood Kim together with Max and Nino talking with an African student, which wore headphones and carried under his arm a laptop.

„You‘re telling me, that Yuki and Urioto broke up because of an empty balloon someone left in his dorm?“ Questioned Kim shocked making the boy nod.

„It‘s hella stupid man. Werner only was in his room to ask Urioto‘s roommate for his party box and he had dropped it and eventually left it there. He wasn‘t expecting that there would happen such a big drama,“

„That‘s nuts,“ Commented Kim while Nino nodded.

„I don‘t know how people could mistake that for a contraceptive product, but yeah that really is crazy, that the two boys there fought because of this,“

„It‘s kind of weird this even happened that way,“ Commented Max making Kim nod.

„Hey before you go up at the stage, are you interested in meeting Rollan? The guy I told you about the basketball skills?“ Asked Kim making the older boy shrug his shoulders.

„I‘ve got to see, what exactly I have to plug in and out at the device, maybe I‘ll pass by before I start or after my part is over,“ Answered the dark-skinned boy making Kim nod, which then heard a familiar, squeaky voice and looked down to spot Luka coming along with his sister, the younger girl Rose and the new girl he knows from his class Gerda.

„Hey is that Gerda?“ Asked Kim surprised at seeing Gerda in a short, sleeveless dress with a woven surface over her front and small, white pearls on it. The skirt of the dress reached to her knees and had her shoes replaced with black ballerinas. Her hair she had let it open, passing over her shoulders down at her back. Nino looked along with Max and the DJ at the Quartett, that came upstairs.

„Hey guys!“ Greeted Rose, while Juleka waved at the group and Luka nodded with a smirk.

„Hey,“ Greeted Kim along with the others, while the unfamiliar boy approached Luka to high five.

„Is that your girl?“ Asked the boy curious making Luka shake his head.

„No, this is Gerda. She‘s in my sister‘s class,“ Answered Luka. „She has been invited to the prom by someone else if you‘re wondering,“

„Oh okay. Well, I‘d be surprised if someone like her wouldn‘t have someone. She‘s a natural beauty,“ Commented the boy with a smirk making Gerda feel embarrassed.

„Thanks,“ Answered Gerda, then looked up at the boys. „Has Rollan arrived yet?“ Asked Gerda making Kim shrug his shoulders.

„I know Wayhem did. Maybe he is in there as well and I haven‘t noticed,“ Answered the Vietnamese boy, then Gerda looked at Rose, which smiled and the group followed into the court, looking around at the decorations made for the evening, which were holiday-themed.

„The images up there of the things you see at the beach look realistic,“ Commented Gerda making Rose nod.

„That made our crafting club,“ Mentioned Rose proud. „A big chunk of the things we see all here now at the prom were done by the various after school activity groups,“ „Cool,“ Commented Gerda, then she spotted near the buffet tables Rollan looking around the table for more food for the plate on his hand, then Gerda chuckled and nudged Rose to show her his crush. „He‘s up there,“

„Aww, he‘s just like Nathaniel. Passionate about eating,“ Commented Rose holding her hands together against her chin.

Gerda approached the Spaniard, which was looking at the macarons, then she stepped beside him to look at his plate.

„That looks yummy,“ Commented Gerda, then Rollan looked at the girl and widened his eyes as he saw her now differently as usual.

„Gerda?…..Is that you?“ Asked Rollan surprised making Gerda nod. „I have never seen your hair open…...“

„Is it good?“ Asked Gerda while Rollan admired her hair dazzled, then Gerda moved her hand in front of his face to obtain his attention. „What do you think of it?“

„Your hair?“ Asked Rollan making Gerda nod. „It‘s great. Did your hair always look like this, when you had it open?“

„More or less,“ Commented Gerda. „Juleka cut the edges of my hair, cause it was a little sprouted,“

„You gotta keep your hair like that more often, it makes you look even more beautiful…..You know, you already are but like this you‘re…..uh better,“ Explained Rollan making Gerda laugh.

„That‘s sweet and you look stunning as well,“ Commented Gerda looking at his clothing. „White actually suits you well,“

„Gracias….I actually was going to take a red one, but then Arthur came along with a few of his old ones and I picked up this one here. It‘s slightly a little large, but it works well for me,“

„It really does,“ Admitted Gerda, then Rose gave Gerda a thumb up, which pulled Juleka away leaving the Norwegian back with the taller boy. Gerda watched her friends leave, heading to the other side of the court, then she smiled that the two girls have let her alone with Rollan without any other tries of helping them out.

„Gerda?“ Spoke Rollan getting the girl‘s attention, then he showed her the plate with the various snacks. „I picked up some variations for you….to try it out?“ Offered the Hispanic boy making Gerda smile and pick up a crystalized ginger slice to eat it. „If you want you can take them all. I had specifically picked up them for you,“

„I‘m probably not gonna eat all of this. You can have one or two as well,“ Said Gerda making Rollan nod, then she picked up one macaron and held it in front of Rollan‘s mouth, making him furrow his eyebrows, then he smiled and allowed Gerda to lead it into his mouth for him to eat. Rollan warped his face in disgust making Gerda shut her eyes up in shock.

„You‘re alright?“

„I���m not very fond of pistachio,“ Commented Rollan making Gerda chuckle.

„Oh alright I‘m sorry,“

„It‘s fine,“ Commented Rollan watching Gerda take a small canapé with salmon on it and Rollan observed her eating with a smile.

At the small stage, which was placed under the stairs appeared the organized DJ, which had fixed his laptop to play on it and picked the microphone up to greet the students.

„Good evening students of the Françoise Dupont!“ Greeted the boy calling the attention of half of the students. „The name‘s Cristiano and I‘m one of the DJs for this prom. For the next 90 minutes you‘ll be listening to my mix, afterward, Principal Damocles will have for us a few words, before we continue with our next DJ, which most of you know, Nino Lahiffe. In the end, there will be a voting for our prom King and prom Queen and we will know who our winners are. So I suggest you all show your best side and show what you‘re worth for the prize!“

The students applauded watching the DJ give them a thumb up, then turn on the first song, which was a house-electronica song meant for partying.

„Oh yeah, our first song coming from the US-Rapper Okla-Homa. Always good for a wild night,“ Commented Cristiano loud watching students beginning to gather together in the middle to dance.

Gerda watched the students begin to dance with each other, then chuckled at the way some were dancing which was unfamiliar to Gerda. Gerda moved her fingers to pick up the last snack, which was a vanilla cookie and at the same time Rollan placed his finger as well meeting Gerda‘s and shrieked, then rolled his eyes at the girl, which beamed at the boy.

„You can take it,“ Offered Rollan shoving it with his index finger at the girl, which accepted it to eat. Rollan placed the plate aside afterward watched Gerda finish the cookie and looked up at Rollan, which smiled and looked at the students, that were dancing, additionally more students were arriving to join the others.

„Can you dance?“ Asked Gerda making Rollan shrug his shoulders.

„I can waltzer and others in company, but this style the others are doing I have never done before,“

„Neither have I,“ Stated Gerda. „Shouldn‘t we at least give it a try together?“

„Hmm I don‘t think it looks that hard….just in my imagination me doing that would be ridiculous,“

„If you want me to be honest I think everyone kind of dances awkwardly. Maybe this is the point of it,“ Commented Gerda making Rollan shrug his shoulders. „What do you think? Are you able to give it a try?“ Questioned the Norwegian girl, then Rollan watched the others dance and returned his eyes at Gerda.

„Let‘s go for it,“ Answered Rollan, then walked along with Gerda at the field, then both stood there waiting for one of the two to start, then Gerda watched Rollan observe the others, then looked back at her grinning a little sheepishly and Gerda began to dance as the others with Rollan watching her, then she approached the Spaniard placing her hands on his arms pushing him nearer to her and moved her shoulders and arms. Rollan grinned at Gerda‘s moves, then tried to copy the girl and looked at the others, which were all dancing on their own or with another person. Rollan looked back at Gerda, which continued dancing as the others were dancing, then Rollan slowly began to copy her moves and watched her nod and do a full spin, making Rollan smile, which stopped and did a quick spin while going on a tip toe and earned a small applause of Gerda.

„Hey that spin was good,“ Commented Gerda making Rollan chuckle, then he began to move his arms and dance, making Gerda glow at his confidence at copying the random movements, therefore she went along with the boy with their odd dance moves while the song was almost over.

„This is kind of funny,“ Commented Gerda making Rollan nod, then looked at the others, which began to jump up in the air, while holding their hands up and the duo did the same, then Gerda laughed excited about it.

„Eso es genial!“ Commented Rollan making Gerda grin, then the song was over and they stopped along with a few duos.

Marinette sat in her bedroom doing her homework and had on the computer a live stream of the prom night, which showed the DJ playing the music and it switched slowly to the dancing students. Marinette sighed, then picked up her smartphone to use the calculator, then shrieked as on her display appeared a phone number calling, which she attended it.

„Hello?“ Greeted Marinette.

„We‘re here,“ Said the voice making Marinette nod and turn the call off. Marinette went upstairs to get to the balcony, then encountered on the roof Su-Han along with a mysterious monk she had never seen before.

„Good evening,“ Greeted Marinette, then Su-Han held out his hand at Marinette to show her the fixed Ladybug miraculous making her smile and embrace the senior, which widened his eyes in shock. „Thank you so much for healing the miraculous for me,“

„There‘s no need to thank me for it. Now please put on your earrings to make sure she‘s good,“ Commented Su-Han watching Marinette put on the miraculous, then they got activated and Tikki showed up in front of Marinette.

„Welcome back, Tikki,“ Greeted Marinette holding out her hands at the kwami, which smiled and hugged them. „I‘m so sorry I have let an akuma take over me and…...you were now gone for a while,“ „What matters is, that we‘re both okay and the akuma was defeated,“ Stated Tikki making Marinette smile and look along with the kwami at the master guardian.

„This is the son of the former guardian of the Scandinavian miraculous box. He was going to step into his feet as the next heir until one faithful night the Snow Queen cursed the entire peninsula with her curse freezing almost every citizen including his father,“

„Oh and what happened next?“ Questioned Marinette looking at the monk.

„I never got the chance to work with that miraculous box, so after the Snow Queen was defeated I studied other legends, under them was the one of the wishing stone and this is where my topic is going to. You have these two new heroes in your group. The fire-themed one and the ice-themed one,“ „Yeah, Cat Noir said he found it in Gabriel Agreste‘s mansion. He has brought them from Norway I think according to his son Adrien Agreste, which we tried to send him undercover into figuring out details,“ Explained Marinette. „I already mentioned you that the other day, Master Su-Han,“

„I know that. This is now a way different topic now. Let him tell you, what he has to,“

„Okay, sorry, go on, Mister,“ Asked Marinette looking at the monk, which nodded.

„Those miraculouses your friends there were, you know the one with the fire and the ice powers. They‘re in potential danger to lose their control and be overtaken by the spirits of the Snow Queen and the Fire Demon. You have to get these miraculouses back, before they get turned into their slaves and lose their control for good,“

„Oh…...uh and how much time do I have to take them back?“

„I‘m not sure. I‘m the one, who experimented with their powers believing nothing would occur, but I have seen in one of the recordings made by surveillance cameras or any other ones, that recorded one of their fights. The fire boy‘s mind was nearly changing before something had interrupted him and prevent him to lose its tempter,“

„Does this mean…..if Fire King loses his tempter in a way he loses his control or….I don‘t understand,“

„I can‘t tell to 100% when exactly this could happen, but you really need to get them back before it happens. The spirits of the Fire Demon and the Snow Queen shouldn‘t be freed. They should return back into the wishing stone and I‘m at the moment the only one, who knows how to do that. I just need your help,“

„Okay, I just will need to know, where they are exactly. I don‘t know their identities to have it easier to find them,“

„Is there a way to gain their attention and get to them? Like a real-life issue? A faked akumatization?“ Questioned the monk making Marinette shrug.

„I haven‘t thought of anything yet, but I can come up quick with a plan,“

„We better leave it to you then and beware, if one or both of them end up losing their souls to these spirits, I‘ll tell you, it will be the hell to be able to defeat them all over again,“ Commented the monk making Marinette drop her mouth in shock at his comment.

„Don‘t break your head about it. I have my full trust in you, you‘re going to get them without a problem,“ Mentioned Su-Han making Marinette nod, then he jumped down off the roof along with the monk and Marinette dropped her back on the deck chair in shock.

„Did you hear that Tikki? What if we fail again?“ Asked Marinette making Tikki shake her head.

„We‘re not gonna fail, Marinette. All we need to do is to find out, who Fire King and Lady Frost are, then tell them what‘s up. Figuring out, who Fire King is won‘t be hard, Cat Noir already knows and we have proof, that something is wrong with Fire King. He will for sure understand and give the miraculous back,“ Stated Tikki making Marinette nod, then look around and back at Tikki.

„Let‘s get charged, we will look for Cat Noir,“ Warned Marinette making the kwami nod.

Later into the evening, Rollan stood at a corner watching a young couple take a picture in front of a wallpaper, which illustrated at the wall a picture of a beach and the ground had actual sand on it with a deck chair, a handmade sandcastle with a lying, red bucket and a shovel next to it. Rollan watched the couple being pictured by the photographer in a few poses at their choice making Rollan smile and cross his arms enjoying the sight.

The photographer gave the couple a thumb up, then looked at Rollan, which was watching the photo session, then approached the Spaniard.

„Hey! I haven‘t seen you here,“ Commented the photographer, then grabbed Rollan on his cheeks. „You‘re not from here aren‘t you?“

„I‘m from Spain,“ Mumbled Rollan, then watched the photographer take his hands down.

„I assumed you were Italian for some reason, but by looking at your built you‘re far too sporty in my opinion,“ Commented the Italian photographer making Rollan furrow his eyebrows confused.

„My friend Wayhem is sporty and Italian,“ Commented Rollan making the photographer grin.

„You‘re probably right, I was referring to the ones I know,“ Commented Vincent. „At least around here…...what do you think? Would you like to participate in a little photo session? I can see inside you hides a boy, that has potential to become a super model“ Complimented Vincent making Rollan shake his head.

„No, I‘m not interested in that kind of thing. I‘m more interested in being able to do something like helping people,“

„Alright and is it okay, if I take a normal picture of you?“ Questioned Vincent.

„Hmm I‘m not really fond of taking pictures,“ Commented Rollan making the photographer nod, then Rollan made his way along the side of the court to get closer to the restrooms, then watched a cook pass by with a plate filled with various cheese sorts shove into one single pike and Rollan took one giving the cook a smile, then took a bite of the first cube, then watched out of the restroom Gerda come out to his direction.

„Did you want a stick?“ Questioned Rollan moving his head at the cook, which was offering one piece at Myléne Hapréle from Gerda‘s class.

„It‘s fine,“ Responded Gerda, followed by Rollan shoving the last cubes into his mouth and looked around for a trash bin, then placed it on a plate, which contained more used sticks near the buffet table.

„What are you planning to do now?“ Questioned Rollan. „Shall we go to the dance floor again?“

„Are they going to play softer songs and not only the energetic ones?“ Questioned Gerda watching Rollan shrug his shoulders,

„Maybe they will play some,“ Answered Rollan. „We probably have to wait a little longer. They exchanged the musician over there, he might give us something else,“

„You‘re right,“ Agreed Gerda looking at the corner to see Juleka and Rose take pictures together, then she nudged Rollan on the shoulder and pointed there. „They‘re taking pictures,“

„That guy there asked me before if I wanted to take pictures,“

„And you didn‘t want?“

„I‘m not very comfortable with taking photos,“ Admitted Rollan, then she grabbed him by the hand and led him to the corner.

„Come, let‘s just take one picture together. As a memory of this night,“ Suggested the blonde. „Come you won‘t look bad I promise,“

„Alright, I‘ll do it,“ Announced Rollan, then the two stopped by the photographer, which took the last picture of the same-gender couple.

„Fantastic!“ Exclaimed Vicent, then looked at Rollan and Gerda that had alined for the photo session.

„I changed my mind,“ Said Rollan making Vincent smile and see Rose and Juleka pass by the man, then Rose picked the man by his arms as the older duo entered into the corner, so she could whisper something into the ear of the Italian.

„Okay, I‘ll do it,“ Said Vincent, then picked up his remote on his pocket to exchange the image behind the two into an image of a Balinese beach showing a beautifully light-blue water, and near the ground was the sand of the beach, which was compatible with the floor of the set. Vincent looked at the two, which stood beside each other normally, then he moved his hands to sign the two to get closer.

Rollan stepped to Gerda closer with an embarrassed face, while Gerda had rolled her eyes down heating up on the face at the boy‘s approach, then they smiled at the camera, which took a snapshot.

„Have something more in mind for this picture?“ Questioned Vincent seeing Rollan and Gerda look at each other, then Rollan grabbed Gerda‘s hand giving Gerda an unsure look. Gerda had a different idea, then shove the arm, which Rollan had grabbed into the gap between his arm and body, then held her other hand up over his upper arm. Rollan got surprised at her touch, then smiled a little seeing the girl look up at him with a smile, then Rollan‘s grew slightly more and together they faced the photographer, which gave them a thumb up to take a picture. At his third try, Gerda leaned her chin on Rollan‘s shoulder making Rollan exchange his facial expression seconds after the picture was taken and he looked down at the girl.

„Perfecto!“ Commented Vincent, then Rollan looked back at the picture and got bewildered about it.

„Didn‘t we had another picture before?“ Asked Rollan making Gerda shrug her shoulders, then they walked out of the corner to the middle of the court. Rollan stopped, followed by Gerda bumping into him and she giggled as she did that, afterward Rollan pointed out at the DJ, which had picked up his microphone to speak into it.

„Ladies and Gentle-dudes! We‘ve been through a wild ride together, but now it‘s time for us to slow it down a little with some light music and easy listening. I tried to search for something, that‘s a little known under some of you, maybe you‘ve heard it in your childhood, who knows. Our first song comes from a known country singer under the girls here,“ Nino said, then he pressed the play button to start the song, which had at the begin of the music a guitar solo.

The court now remained with couples and duos only beginning to dance slowly to the music.

Gerda looked at the pairs dancing, then noticed how close Juleka and Rose were to each other during the dance with the little blonde having her head lied against the chest of the girl friend. Rollan looked around to see the other couples dance together, then he looked at Gerda seeing her smile enchanted at seeing her two best friends happy together, then Rollan pondered about the circumstances and turned around at the girl.

„Gerda?“ Spoke Rollan earning the girl‘s attention, then he bowed down holding out his hand at the girl. „Puedo solicitor este baile?“

„You're asking me what?“ Asked Gerda looking down at his hand, then studied his sentence. „You‘re asking me to dance?“ Questioned Gerda making Rollan nod. „Oh…..so baile means dance?“

„El baile. Si,“

„Si,“ Responded Gerda. „Quiero bailar,“ Answered Gerda taking Rollan‘s hand, then he guided her into the middle to be distanced from all the other couples, then he received the hands of the blonde and he moved one hand after the other, placing one on his shoulder and the right one on his hand. The free arm, Rollan placed behind Gerda‘s back, then both gazed at each other‘s face, Rollan having a dumbfounded expression while Gerda had an enchanting smile, which had begin to bewitch the Spaniard.

Gerda signaled with her eyes the friend to move further, then Rollan shook his head returning to reality, and began to waltz with the girl to the country song.

The singer began to sing, then Gerda focused on the friend during their act with Rollan leading her on the dancefloor keeping her and himself steady on the floor to avoid making a mistake. Rollan made a stop, then allowed Gerda to roll out, while he held his hand up to hold her and she returned back to the Spaniard, that reversed back with her on his arms. A few steps later Rollan let Gerda spin again, then she returned back into his arms slowly locking her eyes up with the ones of the Spaniard, making her wide them from seeing his maroon-colored eyes.

„But you came along and you‘ve changed everything…..“

The two teens waltzed together away from their standing point around the floor along with the other duos, which were focused on themselves leaving the two lovebirds go with the flow in a very identical manner without a failure as if they had been practicing together for a while.

Alya, which had been filming from the side the people dancing had Juleka and Rose pass near her, then noticed Rose point at the side, then Alya saw Rollan along with Gerda have wonderful act together making the alter ego of Rena Rouge smile and aim the camera at the duo, which was slowing down a little to go along with the song.

During the dance, Gerda had twirled around Rollan‘s arms, then he felt the long, blonde hair pass in front of his nose, making him chuckle and he grabbed the edge of Gerda‘s streak to sense it between his thumb and index finger.

„Has your hair always felt so smooth?“ Questioned Rollan making Gerda chuckle and shake her head.

„Juleka borrowed me her hair conditioner. Oh and have you smelt the scent of the shampoo I got from her?“

„Uh no?“ Responded Rollan, then Gerda moved her head down at Rollan‘s hand, then he reached his nose to her hairstreak to pick up the scent. Rollan cackled, thereafter he leaned his face nearer to her head to get the full scent into his nose and took his head back. „It‘s very good. What smell is that?“

„Honey and Almond,“ Responded Gerda. „It‘s a mixture. You like it?“

„To be honest I like that smell on you. It fits you perfectly,“ Admitted the Spaniard, making Gerda beam at his compliment. Rollan smiled glad at seeing his date was having a blast tonight, then adjusted the girl‘s hand back on him to lead the girl along the dancefloor, making her drop her head back smiling brightly as the song returned to the refrain.

„You lift my feet off the ground, spin me around…..“

„Hmm…..Hmm…..“ Gerda hummed to the song, making Rollan smile enamored at the sweet tune of her voice. She took her head up to look at the Spaniard, which had his eyes deeply focused on her, then she went along his lead on the floor and made a rotation, while being assisted by Rollan afterward she returned onto his arms.

„I don‘t want to hide it anymore…..“ Rollan leaned his forehead on Gerda‘s making her smile lovely, enjoying the tender moment between the two, then gazed up at the brown eyes of the Spaniard, which from a happy smile changed to a charmed one and Gerda placed her hands up under Rollan‘s chin to plant her lips on his making him wide his eyes at her move, then he shut them down, wrapping his arms around her slowly, followed by taking the lead and have Gerda move her arms down up on his shoulders, crossing her wrists on the other behind Rollan‘s neck with a slight mumbling noise of delight.

Adrien sat on his chair in front of the desk reading a book as Plagg sat on the desk looking at the live stream of the prom watching the crowd dance slow, which made Plagg yawn.

„Your father did well to not allow you to this. It looks so boring,“ Commented Plagg, then Adrien looked at the stream to see half of the duos, which were mostly lovers to the other have their heads leaned to each other to the calm style of the music.

„If I had the chance there to be with Ladybug or even with Kagami, it would have been pretty,“ Commented Adrien, then looked at the side to see images on the side mostly from Ladybug and two of them were from Kagami.

„You had great chances with Kagami, but you fucked it up by yourself because you couldn‘t leave alone your other crush,“

„I tried to forget her, but I couldn‘t,“ Commented Adrien. „Kagami was my chance to get through it, but I couldn‘t from seeing Ladybug every day,“

„You know the difference here Adrien is, you didn‘t always see Ladybug because it was a superhero case, you saw her because you wanted to. You missed moments, you could work on your relationship with Kagami or even something different, but you didn‘t,“

„Alright, alright, Plagg. Enough. I know I did terrible back there. I would have taken it all back, but I can‘t,“

„Yeah. Fire King probably will learn it from your mistakes or at least I hope he‘s going different,“ Commented Plagg looking at the screen, making Adrien raise his left eyebrow up then noticed on the live stream Fire King‘s alter ego sharing a kiss with Gerda.

„Well at least he seems pretty relaxed for a first kiss,“ Stated Adrien, then he got up and made his way to the windows to look at the schoolhouse, which was lightened by lights. „I think our class is the only class, where a few students didn‘t go to attend the prom. I, Nathaniel, Lila, and Marinette I think too,“ „Weird, why wouldn‘t Lila come?“ Questioned Plagg making Adrien shrug his shoulders.

„I assume her mom didn‘t sign her declaration. The same thing happened when we went to New York and Toronto. Marinette probably stayed back because of the bakery tasks for tonight. Nathaniel must have been because of his grandmother,“ Recounted Adrien then saw in front of his eyes the superheroine Ladybug pass by running above the roofs, heading to the Trocadero.

„Oh look Ladybug is back,“ Stated Adrien with a smile.

„Great to know Tikki is alright,“ Added Plagg, then Adrien looked down at her.

„Shall we do her a little visit? Just to see how she‘s doing?“ Questioned Adrien making Plagg shrug his shoulders.

„I don‘t care to be honest, but it‘s better than watching this boring live stream there,“ Responded Plagg, then Adrien opened the window and announced his transformation phrase.

„Plagg, Claws out!“ Shouted Adrien transforming into Cat Noir, then jumped out of the window to follow the superheroine and whistled loud to call Ladybug‘s attention, which stopped on top of a building before crossing the Seine.

„Cat Noir?“ Asked Ladybug watching Cat Noir arrive by the roof. „Oh great to see you right now,“

„How are you doing? What‘s with Tikki?“ Asked Cat Noir making Ladybug nod.

„She‘s fine now. Thanks for asking. Great that you showed up right now. I need your help, remember what happened last time with Fire King?“

„You mean his transformation issue?“ Questioned the blonde making the heroine nod. „What‘s up with it?“

„Su-Han introduced me to a monk and he told me about a relict they call the wishing stone. Fire King and Lady Frost‘s powers in the miraculous were taken from there….we have to take their miraculouses away or they both will lose their minds to the Snow Queen and the Fire Demon, which will cause destruction to our city. This apparently already happened 100 years or more ago and they were hardly manageable to defeat.“ „Really?“ Asked Cat Noir in shock. „And how are we gonna do that?“ Asked Cat Noir.

„You know, who Fire King is, right?“ Asked the blue-haired heroine making Cat Noir nod. „You‘ll talk to him, what‘s up and retrieve his miraculous, and I will see if I can find Lady Frost anywhere. If you spot there anyone with a wreath, that resembles Lady Frost try to speak to her. Or we‘ll have to wait for her to show up,“

„You could ask Rena Rouge to fake a situation and call her attention?“ Suggested Cat Noir, making Ladybug wide her eyes.

„Hey, that could work. Make your way up to Fire King, if you know where he is. I‘ll see if I can contact Rena Rouge,“ Ordered Ladybug watching Cat Noir salute at her and jump down at the road to head to the school.

At the prom after a couple of songs, Gerda and Rollan had gotten nearer with the other during the evening. Rollan was leading the girl during the current song, which had more pep than the previous one, then smiled as Gerda lied her head next to his face to lean on the shoulder.

„How are you feeling?“ Asked Rollan quiet, then heard the girl sighed enamored and the Spaniard understood, that she had been feeling well. „This is….“Began Rollan, then chuckled softly to watch Gerda move up her head to look at the raven-haired boy. „I have never thought about how both of us would have come this closer. I assumed we would be just friends and now…….this all happened,“

Gerda nodded, then leaned her arms around Rollan‘s head to nudge him with her nose gently.

„Me neither,“ Commented Gerda. „But when I got to know you a little I began to want more than just this,“

Rollan chuckled, then held his arms down aside Gerda‘s waist, allowing her to lean her forehead on his, then he rolled his eyes down to look into her crystal-blue eyes, which kept her focus on the brown iris.

„Remember, when I spoke about that one girl I liked?“ Asked Rollan making Gerda mumble.

„Uh hum,“ „You know I believe….I really never loved that girl. It‘s…..I don‘t know. I saw her every day and thought Damn, she‘s so beautiful, I never understood what was up there if I just found her pretty and was glad, when I was around her. With you….it‘s…..different. I‘m glad to see you and have you as a friend….. We…..we understand each other's lives and could be with each other when no one else could,“

„I have never been in love with someone before. You‘re the first guy I do perceive something and the need to get closer to you just grew more, instantly, that…..now that we‘re here together I‘m…...I couldn‘t be happier now,“

„I‘m sorry I didn‘t realize before how you felt about me,“ Apologized Rollan making Gerda chuckle, then get her head away from the boy to gaze at him.

„It‘s alright. You…..you spoke once about her right?“ Questioned Gerda making Rollan shrug his shoulders.

„I believe so. Her personality from the short time I saw her reminded me of you,“ Commented Rollan.

„Where did you see her in those short moments?“ Questioned Gerda curious, then Rollan pondered about what he should answer.

„Uhm basketball, after school,“ Lied Rollan making Gerda chuckle.

„This took you long to answer?“ Commented Gerda a little bewildered making Rollan nod.

„I had forgotten the word,“ Commented Rollan. „I‘m sorry,“

„It‘s alright,“

„I haven‘t seen that girl in her…...true form you know,“ Stated Rollan. „She wears a…..a long coat and has more makeup on her face, but I‘m not complaining about it. It‘s made well on her, it‘s not overly exaggerated as you‘ve seen on that blonde girl, that you saw bickering with Aurore from my class,“ Commented Rollan making Gerda chuckle.

„That‘s Chloé. Yeah, she‘s a little overdressed and overpainted. There I have to agree. This is why I begged Juleka and Rose to keep my face decent. I wanted you to like me for my real me, not an overly-changed Gerda,“ Stated Gerda watching Rollan cup her cheek, passing his thumb under her eye to uncover a bit of make-up, which had covered the freckles.

��I can‘t believe they covered up your skin points,“ Mentioned Rollan making Gerda a little confused, then figure out what he meant.

„Ah freckles you mean,“ Commented Gerda making Rollan nod, then Gerda took her hands down to grab Rollan‘s to question him something. „Just curious, what do you like about me? Do you have anything specific?“

„Personality-wise or something else?“

„Up to you.“

„Your kindness and confidence you‘ve shown, have caught my eye a lot,“ Commented Rollan, then both shrieked as the DJ had picked up the microphone making it shrill.

„Ops sorry dudes,“ Commented Nino, then showed up a paper on his hands. „Before our last song, I‘d like to announce to you the winners of the voting. As said before, The most voted girl and boy become the King and the Queen of the prom and in second place we get the Prince and the Princess. So open up your ears and listen up,“ Said Nino watching Principal Damocles come up at the stage along with Mrs. Mendeleiev, which were bringing the crowns and the tiaras for the winners. „Those aren‘t real ones, by the way, those were created by the crafting club together with the design club of Mr. Ross and Mr. Nickel,“ Explained Nino watching half of the students applaud.

„Okay dudes, we‘ll start with the second place“ Announced Nino. „Princess of the prom night tonight will be with 21 votes Aurore Boreal from class 12B!“ Announced Nino looking at the light, which searched for the girl, that was near the stage jumping excitedly in front of Wayhem and Luka, which observed the girl get up on the stage to receive the tiara, then the Principal ordered the girl to step forward at the stage to look at the crown, still excited about her win. „Our Prince Charming has gotten silver with 32 votes. Funnily equally voted by both genders. The award goes to Rollan from class 12B as well!“

„What?“ Asked Rollan confused looking at Gerda, which gave him a thumb up. „Why did I win?“ Asked Rollan confused, then Kim Chien Le showed up to clap the friend on his back.

„I voted for you man,“ Commented Kim, then pointed up the stage for Rollan to walk up in which he did and he received a silver-colored crown.

„Actually boys get the crown. Our DJ misunderstood me,“ Said Principal Damocles after setting the crown over Rollan‘s head, then he walked at Aurore, which waved at the Spaniard, which nodded and saw at everyone clapping at him, then swallowed hard tensed about the amount of attention.

Down came Vincent with his camera to take a picture of the two teens, then up the stage appeared the janitor to bring the two a simple rose with a ribbon on it with the number two written on it to hand it out to the silver-winners. After the prize, Rollan returned to Gerda, which stood there with Kim and Max, which were happy about Rollan‘s prize, then Kim held up his hand to have Rollan high-five him.

„What was the prize for?“ Asked Rollan, then watched Max adjust his glasses before explaining him.

„About 145 students had the chance to vote for any girl and anyboy here to become Prom King or Prince. You were elected by 32 students and got second place,“ Explained Max. „According to calculations sportsboys, Chads and anyone good-looking has greater chance to become the most votes, which happened to you,“

„Really?“ Questioned Rollan making Kim nod.

„You‘ve earned our votes. Sadly you didn‘t make it to King thought,“ Mentioned Kim making Max nod.

„I‘m fine with Prince. I would also be fine, if I didn‘t win,“ Mentioned Rollan looking at Gerda, which was looking at the ribbon and the quartett heard the next announcement, afterward Kim began to laugh as he heard Chloé had won the first prize.

„Who voted for her?“ Asked Kim making Rollan shrug his shoulders.

„I had no idea, where to vote,“ Said Rollan, then Gerda pointed at the box under the stage, which had large written Vote on it. „Oh,“

„I would have voted for you, if I knew that,“ Mentioned Rollan making Gerda grin at the comment.

„It‘s fine. I‘m also fine without the prize,“ Commented Gerda, then Kim began to yell as he saw Luka Couffaine get up on stage as he was elected Prom King.

„Almost all my classmates won,“ Commented Rollan making Gerda nod watching Luka and Chloé smile at the camera to get a picture taken, then they moved away and Nino played the next song, which was a pop song, which a soul-like topic.

Rollan placed his hands around Gerda‘s waist again, then watched her place her hands over his shoulders to go on for another dance session together, then she embraced the boy leaning her head by his head and noticed his shirt‘s collar have a notable, failed wrinkle on it, then passed her finger on it.

„Did you iron your shirt?“ Asked Gerda making Rollan nod.

„Yeah, did I miss something?“ Asked the Spaniard making Gerda shake her head.

„No I had noticed one wrinkle on it, which was made by the iron,“

„I was a little trebling with my hands,“ Commented Rollan. „I think I have two more, but under my arms somewhere,“

„Funny I haven‘t noticed anyone yet,“

„You know ironing isn‘t something I do every day, just once a week. Sometimes I do well, sometimes not so well. This one was okay thought,“

„It looks here like you have ironed from your back,“ Commented Gerda. „You know the textile part,“

„I do the arms first, then the body and the collar is the last thing I do,“ Explained Rollan watching Gerda move her head back to listen to his conversation with a charming smile while tapping him on his neck with her index finger. „Maybe the way I learned could help you better,“ Suggested Gerda moving her hand up at the collar lifting it up. „The best thing is to start at the collar and iron it from the inside, afterwards you move it around and go down here at the shoulder part,“ Guided Gerda moving her hand down under his neck, while going up slowly on her tiptoes to peck him on his lips, rousing up the boy, which had lost his attention when following the girl‘s words.

„I will give it a try tomorrow,“ Promised Rollan smiling courteously at the blonde, which replied back with a amused one and placed her head aside his, continuing their last dance under the open skyline over the school ground.

#snowqueen #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #crossover #x-over #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archiveofourown #prom #prom night #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ Роллан #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ гердa #Роллан и Герда #снᴇжнᴀя коᴘолᴇвᴀ Роллан и Герда

[theaspers]

lucifer, earl gray!

earl gray tea; how did they court their s/o?

» i feel like with lucifer, a relationship with him would build up slowly. because he is who he is - because of his pride, because he feels like he has a reputation to uphold and because he feels like he has duties that should and does come first - i feel like there would be a lot of hesitation from his part.

» he knows of your feelings for him. of course, he does. but! he can’t. he shouldn’t. he already has his hands full with his brothers and with diavolo. and i feel like he wouldn’t be too sure of his feelings at first because he doesn’t think he should have them because it’ll jeopardise everything that he has worked for up to this point. because it makes him feel helpless and just a bit powerless and the last time that happened still rings bitterly within him.

» and it’s because of this (or bc i’m projecting my preference a little bit lol), i truly feel like there would be some degree of mutual pining. 

» longing looks when it’s just you and him alone in the brief moment after a council meeting has ended and everyone else has left. touches that last just a bit too long - his fingers brushing against your shoulder in quiet praise, yours curling around his and squeezing reassuringly when he’s a little too tense. getting into each other’s space and if you’d just leaned in, your lips will touch his and then there’ll be fireworks, you’re sure, because it’s lucifer and- and then he would jerk away slightly just before anything can happen. awkwardly presses a small kiss on your temple and then leaves. leaves you with a weight on your shoulders, a heavy sigh.

» and then something will break and everything will change. his restraint having been chipped away from your persistence, or maybe some other external factor (be it someone else trying to stake their claim on you or something like your impending departure), he’ll finally give in. he’ll try. for you, he absolutely will try.

» and maybe nothing much will change afterwards. there’ll still be the longing looks and the lingering touches and the chaste kisses. it would be no problem for him if it was an act but actually showing his affection for you in public feels weird for him. unfamiliar. 

» he would try, i think, with dates and things like that. he would hesitate, just a bit, before any romantic gesture before realising that he can do it now. he doesn’t have to hold back. as much.

» and there would also be moments, when it’s just you and him, when he pulls you close and kisses you breathless and it’s just an outpour of longing and passion and something that tastes just a bit like love. and it‘s dangerous to be this...happy, lucifer thinks. dangerous to get used to things like this. dangerous when the rug can be pulled from under him at any given moment. but try his hardest, he will.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me! shall we date?

[91percentpynch]

Jean‘s first Winter Barquet without the Ravens

look i have this in my head for a while now, so i thought i might as well share it with you guys!! i have absolutely no idea where this is going, guess will find out:) jerejan isn‘t a thing yet in this headcanon, but please keep in mind that they ARE in love,,, we will see where they‘re going,,, also please keep in mind that i never took french so if the french terms are wrong i‘m sorry <33

jean only owns the suits he was forced to wear with the ravens. obviously he had no time to take it with him and no one would bother to give him the few things he actually owned back, so he has nothing to wear

as he has a mental breakdown because the thought of meeting his ex-teammates alone gives him anxiety jeremy walks in, smiling softly as he asks „so i guess we should get you a nice suit for tonight. are you bringing someone by the way?“

the moment he sees jean on the floor he goes over to him and sits down next to him on the floor

„is there something that would make you feel better?“ jeremy asks quietly. „need a hug? or something else?“

jean just holds out his hand, a silent question jer quickly answers by taking his hand and softly squeezing it

„we got this dude, don‘t worry i‘ll keep you safe“ jeremy whispers as jean is trying to stop his sobs

„how exactly do you plan to stop them?“ jean asks, with a thick french accent he gets when his panic attacks are especially bad

„oh, a man never tells his secrets. you will see when we need to find out“, jeremy laughs.

they stay in that position for a while before slowly getting up to go to the mall to get jean a suit

when they sit in the car and jeremy‘s about to start his car he asks jean if it‘s okay to listen to music, or if he‘d rather have it quiet

„music, because quiet reminds me of them“, jean whispers, ashamed that he would allow to show weakness to his captain

„music it is my dude“, jeremy says and puts on his french playlist. „thought you might like that“, he looks flashing a grin at jean

jer obviously knew jean liked it, jean told jer about his love to music/ french music when they started talking, he told him it calms him down

jean just puts his head against the window, looking at nothing in peticular

at the mall they go into the first store who sells suits (because they‘re slightly stressed to make it back in time, they‘re both masters in procastination)

„okay so i thought of something, cause shopping for clothes is always super boring. so we both choose something for the other person and try it on together. you don‘t have to take my choice but you have to at least try it on“

„but you have terrible taste, jeremy. terrible“

„well than you can only improve the way i look, can‘t you?“, jer replies with a wink, „and my taste is perfectly fine“

jean doesn‘t reply to that, as the only thought in his head „everything is perfect about you, everything but the way you dress“, but he will not say such things to his captain

jeremy takes his lack of an answer as a yes and disappears to look for suits

sharing a dom for a few months and the fact that jer leaves his stuff lying around jean knows jer‘s size

not that he would be interested in jeremy, not that he would spend hours on end thinking about his captain

jean picks out a navy blue suit and a light grey bow tie which happens to have the exact same color as his eyes

slowly he goes looking for jeremy, who waits for him in front of the dressing rooms with his characteristic toothy grin

„okay show me what you got“, jer says when jean is within earshot

jean hands his finding over without a word - blushing a bit

jer takes it, hands jean a suit and diappears in the changinng room

jean slowly goes in the one next to jer and changes in the suit jer gave him

once he‘s done he looks at himself in the mirror

jeremy chose a light grey suit with a navy blue suit

they unintentionally match

when jean leaves the changin room, jer is already waiting, happily chatting with an employee about the exy season

he stands there awkwardly looking at jeremy, not saying a thing, until jeremey turns around and notices him

jeremy gives him a once over and nods satisfied with himself

„we‘re matching, i like that“, he says softly, blushing

„i have to admit, this is not as terrible as i thought it would end up to be. you look faboulous, no wonder when i pick out your outfit“

„well, you look rad as fuck my dude. you‘re definetly buying that, well not you but coach. coach told me to get us some nice suits, apparently the one i own is - i quote - ‚a unnecessary threat to society‘“

„he isn‘t wrong though“, jean says, a small smile on his lips.

„holy shit you‘re smiling, i either said something unbelieveable stupid or funny. i thought i had to talk french again to make you feel better“

jeremy took french as soon as he knew jean would come to the trojans so he could talk to jean in private, if needed to

„please don‘t. your french is terrible“, jean replies, his smile only getting bigger at the thought of jer‘s terrible pronounciation

„hey“, jer says jokingly offended

they change back in their regular clothes, pay the suits and head back to their dorm

„you wanna listen to that french music while we pack for tonight?“, jeremy asks quitely when they close their dorm door behind them

jean can only nod, his panic slowly growing

on the way to palmetto state - where the winter barquet will take place this year - jeremy sits next to jean

when jer notices jean getting nervouse/ anxiouse he offers him his hand

„my mom used to hold my hand when i was anxious, said she‘d keep me safe. thought it might help you as well“, jer is blushing again, avoiding jean‘s eyes

jean takes jer‘s hand without comment, thinking how soft they are over and over and over again

„why didn‘t you bring a date? i bet the ladies would kill someone to go on an event like that with a guy like you?“, jean asks jeremy in a sorry try to distract himself from the ever rising anxiety

„i‘m not into girls, first of all. and secondly i might like someone who would not be ready to with me there and i will not force them to do anything when they are clearly not ready“

jean pretty much stopped paying attention when jeremey said he was into guys

„what do you mean by ‚a guy like me‘?“, jer asks winking

„oh you know, unbelieveably annoying, decent looking, kind. isn‘t that what girls are into these days? i wouldn‘t know, all we got to be interested in was exy, exy, exy“, jean whispered, blushing

„annoying, huh?“, jer laughed.

jean didn‘t know what to reply so he decieded to stare out the window - definetly NOT thinking about how beautiful jeremy‘s eyes look in the stupid light of the bus

„hey wanna listen to the french music again? someone told me lately that my pronunciation is shit, so i need to listen to it anyways as this french guy won‘t help me out. we can share my headphones if you want?“

jean had never seen jeremy so shy, and he had to admit jer is even more adorable and attractive that way

not that jean would pay that much attention to jeremy knox

jean just nods unable to form a word, yet a sentence

when he put the headphone in his ear, he leans his head against the window and shortly after that falls asleep

when they arrived at palmetto state, jer wakes jean up softly

jean didn‘t let go of jer‘s hand - his grip only tightening- until they reached the home locker room where they would put their stuff and get changed for the barquet

„don‘t worry, i will keep you safe. i will punch anyone who looks at you funny“, jeremy whispers to jean when jean struggled to close the buttons of his shirt

jean‘s hand wouldn‘t stop shaking so jeremy closed the buttons of jean‘s shirt for him

jean suddenly gets very inappropriate thoughts while silently watching jer buttoning his shirt

„ready.“ jean answers, taking jer‘s hand

„ready?“ jer asks, holding out his hand, when they are changed

as soon as they entered the court jean looks for renee, in order to Not Look at the raven‘s table

obviously renee would spot him immediatly and drag her girlfriend alison with her to greet him

renee hugs him tightly completly ignoring jeremy

„i missed you, skyping just isn‘t enough j. you gotta visit me sometime. anyways i asked wymack to sit the foxes and the trojans together, so you can sit with me and tell me everything“, she said softly against his chest with a grin on her face.

jean isn‘t used to people being happy to see him so he is lowkey overwhelemed

„o- okay, but you gotta let me go first“

renee lets go almost immediatly, taking his other hand

it‘s only then that she notices jeremy

„oh god you two are matching, alison look they are matching“, she says excitedly

but alison only has eyes for her gorgeous girlfriend

jeremy laughs quietly while renee drags them to their seats

jean takes the place next to renee, jeremey sits next him, across from jean sits matt boyd, to matt‘s left kevin day and to matt‘s righ is dan

jean only focuses on renee though

they talk about school, their free time activities, the exy season, renee‘s plans for when she‘s done with college

jean does not let go of jeremy‘s hand until dinner arrives

they eat in silence, everyone‘s too busy with the delicous food

after everyone‘s done with dinner the tables are getting moved to the sides of the court, christmas music starts to play, someone brings the punch in and everyone starts to socialise

people are bringing their dates on the dance floor to slow dance under the mistletoes

„do you, uhm, do you maybe wanna dance with me?“, jer asks aggressivly blushing

„you wanna dance with me? what would the person you talked about on the bus would say to that?“, jean answers, having had a punch or two too much to calm his nerves

„that‘s what i‘m trying to find out right now actually“, jeremy replies shyly

„wait i‘m the mysterious guy you like? why?“, jean is suddenly not so drunk at all, rather confused than anything else

„dude have you looked in a mirror lately? i‘ve had a crush on you since i first saw you on court. started out as a stupid little crush, but then you started to live with me, play exy with me and i got to know you. you are so strong, so funny if you let yourself be, you are talented and so much more. i would add ‚good dancer‘ to that list, but you‘d have to dance with me for that“, jer says still blushing, avoiding his eyes

„okay, then let‘s show these losers how to dance“, jean replies, a small smile on his lips

jeremy knox liked him the way he liked him jeremy knox liked him the way he liked him jeremy knox liked him the way he liked him

so they ended up slow dancing at the edge of the dance floor

laila and renee saw them and took a quick picture of them before leaving them be

eventually it was only jean and jeremy, no ravens, no teams, no exy court

„i wanna see the stars“, jean says, suddenly having the urge to see the bright spots against the dark sky. needing to show jeremy, to make him understand

„i think it‘s okay when we disappear for a second“, jeremy says against his chest, as he still leans against jean from the slow dancing

so jean leads them out and as soon as they are outside he searches the night sky for the stars

when he found them jean points at them and says „look at the stars. you are the stars. you are bright and people look for you, people love you, people want to be with you. me? i‘m the night sky. i‘m dark, people are afraid of me. i am nothing worth looking at“

„jean, you are none of the things you said right now. if no one else i would always come looking at you. you are not dark. you surrived darkness and you came out of it. you surrived. you made it. and i am so unbelieveably proud of you. you are so strong and beautiful and if no one else, i want to be with you“

jean never cried, not when his parents sold him and homesickness almost killed him, not when riko tortured him, not when kevin left him alone in that hellhole, but this? silent tears are running down his cheeks

jer‘s hand is reaching up to his face to put them away, but he stops a few inches away, asking „may i?“

jean only asks

jeremy softly puts jean‘s tears away with his thumb

„i really wanna kiss you, can i kiss you?“, jeremy asks softly.

jean is unable to say a single word so he just nods and leans in to jer

and that‘s the story of their first ever kiss

it‘s also the story why jean calls jer „mon étoile“

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #jeremy knox #jean moreau #jerejean #headcanon #jeremy knox x jean moreau

[dreamdropxoxo]

Well, I once again had a plot bunny jump at me and here is the short result. This is a fic start I am currently writing as another Omegaverse fic. Right now it‘s basically just some loosely connected scenes and ideas but I thought I‘d share it nonetheless xD.

Laurent stared down at the report before him. A hiss escaping him that drew the attention of Lazar towards his colleague.

"This is unbelievable." The blond overviewed the police report with a frown. He was not pleased, not in the least. What the actual fuck?

Lazar leaned over his shoulder, the obnoxious nuisance he was. Laurent fought the urge to punch him in the face. "Oh! That's good. Our most beloved detective messed up his report- again." The man sounded as if Christmas and his birthday fell on the same day.

"Don't you dare find this amusing. If I hadn't caught it, it could have caused serious trouble before court.

"That's a bit exaggerated. This little mistake wouldn't be the reason for us to lose." Lazar's injection was valid, but Laurent couldn't care less for that. He had enough. He wouldn't sit still any longer. If this was how the arrogant detective wanted it, he could have it.

Laurent pushed his chair back, rolling over Lazar's foot completely by accident, obviously. He wasn't so petty as to purposely injure his working colleague.

Auguste entered the room just as Laurent stood to storm out of their conference room. "What's the matter, Lauri?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"The matter is that Damianos FUCKING Vallis messed up his damn report AGAIN. I can't understand that level of incompetence. Does he want us to lose at court?" Laurent seethed while Auguste exchanged a look with Lazar.

His older brother moved to stand before the door, obviously reading Laurent's body language correctly and trying to keep him from storming out in order to hunt down the absolutely incompetent pain in the ass that was also known as Damianos Vallis.

"Laurent, calm down. It's just a minor mistake. Nothing case threatening and you saw it even before we went to court." Lazar's voice was grating on Laurent's already thin nerves. And Auguste closed his eyes for a second, as if he knew what would now inevitably happen.

Laurent whirled around, his voice ice cold when he said, "Are you kidding me, you plug-ugly knob head? This bastard thinks he is above the law just because he is the most renown detective of the city? Or is it maybe because the people adore him? I couldn't care less. For all I give a damn about he could be the bloody king, that doesn't excuse his absolute lack of competence and meticulousness."

He turned around. "And I will now go straighten him out before something serious happens."

"Laurent, don't- come on- it's just one mistake. This could happen to anyone." Auguste still blocked the door but Laurent was nothing, if not determined.

"Auguste, seriously, I don't want to argue with you, but this is not his first mistake. It's the eleventh I saw myself and I am sure there are other reports I never saw that contain similar lack of carefulness. Get out of my way and let me do my fucking job."

"Your job is being a prosecutor, Lauri. Not running after a detective who apparently has problems with his spelling." Auguste sighed and moved no inch away from the door.

Laurent stared him down. "Auguste, you are too nice. It can't be that the mistakes just started happening when I arrived here."

Lazar snorted. "You are right. It started a month after you started working here. Before Damianos never had any problems with distinguishing between were, where and we're." Auguste rolled his eyes and stood aside. "Well then, if you really think this is worth it, do what you think you have to."

#captive prince #laurent #damen #laurent of vere #damen x laurent #lamen #damen of akielos #capri #laurent x damen #short fic #idea #just random #my brain is horrible #I apologize

[rosheendubh]

I’m so sorry...more art man-oops...

From a mess of outline involving StarWars and Firefly-Serenity—Lattice of Infinity...maybe it’ll coalesce into something coherent oneday...

Marvel supplies some fine character inspire—

*BlackWidow-a lovely MaraJade—pretty much as herself-in Kaarde’s organization-crossing paths with a certain Jedi-leading to a discovery that threatens the fate of all life in the galaxy...

*This Loki is apparently “Jotun-Loki”-ie, GrandAdmiralThrawn in my AU, rewritten canon through the Thrawn trilogy...but symbiotically transfused with an ancient protogenome seeded by a DarkEntity as elemental as the Universe’s formation defying atomic forces of time and space...which ties to Reaver (Firefly Reavers)-Clone hybrids, controlled by Thrawn, but their savagery increasingly unpredictable, requiring the power of psionic genetic manipulation to counter the deleterious effects of rapid rate cloning on complex higher brain functions within mass populations...

*LukeSkywalker is...LukeSkywalker-a little more rakish-earthy-defiant of authority from an increasingly bureaucratic RepublicAlliance-still a Jedi-but an active military fleet commander now (roughly 4 years after Endor) vs ZenBuddhaJedi-drawn into the search for the source of biohacked genome sequences whose mystery seems connected to a renegade medic, with a past intimately connected to Palpatine’s inner-court, and an origin from across a Wormhole connecting 2 quadrants thousands of light-years apart...

*White-haired lass-OFC-Rhyanon ferch (daughter of) Garowen-(think Daenerys-crossed with Marvel’s Valkyrie-and some ScarletWitch...)-a woman whose past carries a dark history of death, loss, and betrayal- intent on tracking down the reason for her sister’s brutal death from years before-outfall from the Massacre of Geis-which led to Yana’s apprehension into Imperial custody and ultimately service to the Emperor-freed on Palpatine’s death-having sought refuge amongst the Witches of Dathomir as she tried devising a wormhole capable ship with the aid of one of the Imperial garrison prisoners-intent on returning to her home quadrant (Terran Federacy-Star-system of Celtica) after years of absence-she’s shot down by a certain Jedi while trying to flee during the campaign against the Warlord Zinj, falling into Republic custody-her powers of biokinetic molecular manipulation (aka, a psionic human CRISPR) become the key coveted by Thrawn in his designs for galactic domination-and the only hope for defeating the threat presented by the ShadowPower intent on drowning the star ways in eternal horror and darkness-a crusade Luke can’t resist-particularly when she escapes Republic security driven by her search-a journey that takes them across myriad worlds-and through a convoluted clash of wills even as hearts and souls weave a love of cosmic proportions-(“I’ve loved you across oceans of time”—ties to other canons of mine involving 2nd century Britain/Artorius Castus-5th c post-Roman Europe and my take Uther-Arthur-Guinevere/Venaura/Theodric the Great-/and late 18th c PreRev Paris and the New American Republic-involving Thomas Jefferson-a Scottish lady physician-and a reworking of the original Frankenstein‘s monster based on Nogeret’s tale from 1791-95, w/Comte St Germain...)-leading to the spatial conduit connecting their distant quadrants-and eventually crossing paths with of rebel crew of smugglers/traders evading the TerranCoreParliament-bent on their own crusade, and guided by a girl (RiverTam) whose own powers of mind hold the promise to the puzzle Yana must solve if she is to halt Thrawn’s Ragnarok...and save the Jedi who becomes her lover from the clutches of (doom music) the Dimensional Rift...

*All this set to a soundtrack of rock-NewWave-metal-goth-rockabilly-spanning the 60s to the present day...

*It‘s a mess...

#Star Wars #Luke Skywalker #Mara Jade #Rhyanon ferch Garowen #grand admiral thrawn #Crossover

[ghost-bxrd]

What's the batfam + Cobb's reaction to Jason coming back to Gotham post Ethiopia after being taken/trained by the LoA and thrown into a Lazarus Pit?

All out war between the League and the Court of Owls, probably. Depending on whether Talia is a good person in this au or not, they might go back to a truce (or not) rather quickly.

For one, Jason‘s still riding his Lazarus Pit high (and seeing Tim isn’t making it better), and two there was definitely some manipulation going on in the League. He‘d try to hit the Court (and Bruce) where it hurts. Or maybe just remove Tim to take back his rightful place. It‘s a bit of a toss up, really. (Mostly because Joker got eviscerated by Cobb already lol)

But ultimately Cobb… would track Jason down (a threat to his the family cannot stand) and be the first to find out who’s under the Red Hood. Jason is a good fighter, but he’s got nothing on a literal century old Talon.

Cobb would be shocked for sure, and after the initial moment of freezing up— he’d just kind of clasp Jason‘s shoulders and not let go. Maybe even hug him (he‘d definitely hug him. Cobb did not take Jason‘s death well). After this slightly awkward reunion Cobb would definitely lay into Jason for being stupid and attacking the family though, demanding he come back home right this instant (Cobb is ready to scruff Jason like a kitten if he has to. That boy is not leaving his sight for the foreseeable future.)

Jason refuses vehemently, still intent on getting… some kind of revenge for being replaced.

Cobb offers to kill Tim. (Sorry Timmy, the Talon just doesn’t like you very much yet. He‘ll get better tho don’t worry)

Thankfully that… doesn’t sit right with Jason either. (Tim‘s still a child. A kid. He can’t just— allow Cobb to kill him. Even though a part of him desperately wants to.)

So yeah, end of the story is that Jason gets dragged back to the manor (scruffed like a kitten) and Bruce almost passes out when a grown up version of his son shows up in his study, hissing and spitting insults at his nonplussed Talon.

After that it‘s just— tears. More cursing. A lot of hugs. Some yelling. (While Cobb pointedly refuses to show any feeling while simultaneously also refusing to step more than five feet away from Jason at any time.)

Alfred gets the shock of his life when he sees a grumpy Jason sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, sandwiched by Cobb and Bruce and complaining that he’s way too old to sleep in a bed with his two dads now.

Alfred is the one to think of informing both Tim and Dick about the miracle sitting at their kitchen table.

(Tim gets straight to work making his own funeral arrangements and writing up a will, expecting Cobb to turn up and gut him at any moment.)

#court family #court family au #the court of owls #talon #William Cobb #Jason todd #red hood #Bruce Wayne #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #Tim drake #crack ship

[okaybutlikeimagine]

I can’t get this idea out of my head and I was going to write it myself but I love your writing so much and your characterisation... what about Billy (after a couple of months or maybe a year of being adopted by Hop) getting the date he was adopted as a tattoo?? Because the date is the most important date to him (his&steves anniversary is a close second) and he wants to honour it

You’re such an absolute sweetheart, goodness gracious!!! ♥ thank you so much dear. i’m so sorry this took so long to get to, but i’m here now! And this idea is sO DAMN CUTE!!!

I’m just imagining Billy going out w/o planning it bc he really has to psych himself up about it, y’know?? Like… he’s been thinking about this for a long time. He had the thought about a month into living w/ Hop when he woke up late and trudged over to the table to find a plate w/ a couple of pieces of toast and his favorite raspberry jam along with a hot cup of coffee that looked a lot more like creamer.

“Have a good day, kid.” Hop had said with a pat on Billy’s head before he left for work.

It was just… small. Simple. Really nothing if he were to tell anyone. But… it made Billy feel so at home. Sitting across from El who was finishing off an Eggo silently before looking up at Billy and smiling at him. It made Billy realize he really did have a home. He had found it. And it was this.

And the day that he got adopted was kind of stressful. He was terrified that Neil was going to come after him for some sick reason. So fucking scared that he was going to catch him outside of the court house and hurt him. Nervous that he was putting a target on his back for doing this. He had refused Hop’s name because he didn’t wanna give Neil another reason to be pissed at him.

It was just such a difficult situation. So intensely worrying that Billy tried to shy away from it as much as he could. But...

But it was the day his new life started. And thinking about it always feels so dramatic and stupid to him but he can’t think of anything else but that, sometimes. He went from being scared every damn day of his life to being able to smile and laugh and joke around. Getting and receiving hugs almost every day. Making dinner with a man he’s able to call dad without feeling something sick in his throat over it.

It’s just… that day changed everything. It clicked him into the right place.

And now it’s been a year and Billy hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He’s known for so long that he wanted to get this done but could never get himself to get up and do it. It always felt like the wrong time, or like he didn’t have any kind of valid reasoning or some bullshit. But he was up almost all night thinking about it and now it’s been a whole year since he was adopted and he just feels it. He needs to, he knows he does.

So Billy wakes up that morning, goes about his breakfast routine, and then gets in his car and drives. Goes out to the same tattoo parlor that he got his skull tattoo at bc the guy was cool and gave him a discount bc he liked his mullet and his car. It’s a few towns over bc Hawkins is a good, small town w/ no seedy places like a tattoo shop.

So Billy asks for the tattoo. Gets it on his forearm and gets a little dizzy with how sentimental it feels. The tattoo guy asks about the significance as Billy’s paying, but Billy can’t bring himself to say anything so he just kind of… grunts. The tattoo guy gives a disarming smile along with a chuckle that makes Billy walk out of the store as soon as he can. He gives a nod to the artist so he doesn’t look like a complete asshole.

And once Billy is in his car again, he’s breathing hard. The tattoo feels like it’s burning his skin, like it’s made of fire, just because it’s so sentimental. it‘s so significant and it’s there on his body forever and he just paid to make that happen bc he’s sentimental. Bc he can’t think of another date that means more to him (maybe the day he first kissed Steve… hell maybe the day he first looked at Steve… but that’s a different story)

His heart is racing and his leg is bouncing and his arm is shaking the whole drive home. It’s been a year. A whole year. The best damn year of his life and now he has something permanent so he can honor it. He’s overjoyed.

But once he gets back to the cabin, Hop doesn’t seem to feel the same.

“Where have you been?”

His arms are crossed, eyebrows low over narrowed eyes. It doesn’t strike the same kind of fear in Billy that it used to, but it does make him feel some sort of regret. He doesn’t even know what he should feel sorry for, but he kind of absolutely hates making Hop look at him like this.

“Out. I had something I wanted to do.”

“Right. Well El and I were looking forward to going out to lunch with you today.”

Billy’s heart drops. He feels a desperate need to go up in arms about it, to combat the hurt in his chest.

“Well no one told me that.”

“Yeah well… we didn’t really think you’d go running out like that today. It’s kind of… kind of a big day.”

Billy nods, doing his damned best not to fidget. His tattoo is burning with sentiment. Billy thinks Hop might be able to see how tense he is, bc Hop gives him a caring look. He’s always giving him caring looks. Like he’s his son that just tripped over the front steps.

“Don’t stress over it though, son. We were thinking of going to ice cream later once she gets back from hanging out with her friends.”

Billy nods and Hop watches Billy walk over to the kitchen. He’s leaning on the back of the sofa with his arms still crossed.

“So.” Hop starts. “You got a tattoo?”

Billy freezes for a second before continuing to reach for a clean glass in the cabinet.

“How do you know that?”

“Officer Powell told me he saw you headed that way.”

“Damn, do you pigs ever not gossip with each other? Holy shit.” Billy cusses with a slam of the orange juice carton onto the counter.

Hop gives him a look. “He was visiting some family out there. What’d you get a tattoo of?”

Billy’s heart is racing. “Nothing important.” He mumbles to try to counteract the gnawing on his arm.

“Really? You paid someone to put something that’s not important onto your body permanently?”

Billy growls at how much of a smartass Hop is being. He’s always being a smartass. It’s fun when Billy’s not totally nervous about being so mushy. He can feel it all start to bubble out. He’s so damn nervous.

“Yup.” He pops the last sound out of his mouth, but his whole act is so unconvincing Billy can almost feel it sliding off of him.

“Seriously, kid, what’d you get?”

“I just-”

“Because you know how I feel about tattoos.”

“It’s not that important-”

“Just trying to figure out if it’s something as weird as that skull on your arm.”

“It’s not weird-”

“Alright it’s a little cooler than weird, but still. What’d you get that’s not important-?”

“It’s today’s date.” It bubbles out of Billy before he can put a stop to it. Before he can hold the words down. He looks up from his orange juice to see Hop’s eyes get wider.

“I… seriously?”

Billy rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, don’t get too sappy about it.” Billy says like his heart isn’t in his throat right now.

“You got today’s date… because?”

Billy twists his mouth up. “Don’t make me say it.”

Hop lets out a little chuckle. It sounds involuntary.

“No no, I wanna hear why you’d get a date that ‘not that important’ on your arm.” He’s chuckling even more now. Billy’s fingers are tapping on the counter w/ nervous agitation.

“Because… because… you know why!”

Hop shakes his head with an annoying smile. “Nope, don’t think I do. I’m at a loss.”

“Because this was the best damn day of my life, alright? You know that.” Billy feels it all heave out of his throat like vomit, but just like vomit once it’s out, he feels so much better. all that pressure gone. He feels like now that he’s admitted it, he should fear it’ll slip away from him, but he doesn’t feel that way. It feels like now that he’s admitted it, now that it’s written on his skin, it’s solidified. No one can take it away from him. Even if things turn to shit, he still has the memory of this past year there on his arm and he’s just... he’s comfortable. Yes, he’s a sentimental sap, and he’ll knock the lights out of anyone who calls him that, probably, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t one. He’s glad he can be a sentimental sap now without fear.

He looks into Hop’s eyes and sees a wide smile.

Billy rolls his eyes again, mumbling a “shut up” for good measure, even though Hop hasn’t said anything.

Billy tries to get past Hop, pretending he needs to grab something when really he just doesn’t wanna see Hop’s face anymore, but the man catches him in a hug before he can get past.

It’s warm and encompassing and Billy is so immediately comfortable that it still fascinates him.

“I love you son.” Hop mumbles, chest rumbling with the words. Billy feels it in his heart.

“Yeah yeah.” Billy says from where his face is half pressed into Hop’s chest. “Love you too, dad.”

#billy hargrove #chief jim hopper #stranger things #ask #giraffewrites #billy hopper #billy gets adopted #hopper is a dad #and he's!! cryin!!!! #his son has the date of his adoption tattooed on his arm ohmydearrrrr!!!!!! #i!!!!! #loved!!!!! #this!!!!!!!! #i wanted to write it as a formal fic and then i didn't woops. >M< #i'm sorry honey #i might still try to write it as a formal fic #also if you also end up writing something w/ this PLEASE let me know!!!! #bc it's such a cute idea and i could read about this stuff all day long!!! #♥ #augh! #thanks soso much for the ask #fluff

[nemobookaholic]

What if…

I don‘t know if this is a mistake or not, but it feels like the universe is giving me signs to do this,… so here I go.

Recently I‘ve started to write a Loki fanfic. I was so anxios about the english grammar, that I asked a friend to check on it. She read it and told me, it‘s not that bad. But she‘s still very busy and even if I asked her, to check on the grammar and send it back to me, it feels like it takes like forever. And this happens to me with all my betas and all the storys I gave away. I‘m still afraid to do this step, but I want it out there. Today it feels, like I have to or miss the chance, so here is the first part of ‚What if…‘ I hope it‘s not that bad and I would be happy about constructive criticism.

What if... Loki where a 21st century woman?

Scene 1

‘I hate this place! Not that I haven’t seen worse, but it’s dangerous, even for me. I’m starving, this whole planet is inhospitable! It’s more than time to leave. Only that using the Tesseract to teleport, takes a lot of power... wouldn’t be that hurtful, if I hadn’t had to escape from, in my opinion, this way too annoying bastard. And he still follows me somehow. By Odin's beard, I should have killed him the time I had the chance. Stabbed him in the back, of course, just without the expected result. Since I’ve left my originally realm, a lot of things happened, mostly not to my satisfaction. Me sitting on the throne I deserve wasn’t one of it. The only higher court is this piece of stone I am sitting on. Would be utterly boring, to rule this world. It doesn’t even deserve that name, it’s a desert. Thinking about it, why not go and visit Midgard again? I haven’t seen my brother in ages and I guess that’s the place to meet him. I gain all the power the planet spare with me and use it, to start a new, different adventure. One that might bring some mischief!’

We see Loki disappear from the stone dessert. Where he sat seconds before, like it would have been the throne of Asgard, legs open and hands on the rocks that surrounded him. Eying the environment with disgust, out of a pale face and dark rings under his bloodshot eyes.

Everything he leaves behind is a blue gleaming, which last for a while, until it fades completely. In the end there is nothing left to proof his short residence.

Scene 2

We are inside a crowd. In a well known theatre, that has an open roof and reminds us of an wooden O. It’s dark outside, but the crowd standing around us, keeps us warm. We stare up to the actors on stage, who are playing a fairy tale in a midsummer night’s dream. Suddenly the people around us start to whisper and raise their heads. We follow their sight to the balcony where a man, bound in leather and with golden horns on his head, stands. Obviously he isn’t part of the cast. Voices, about some promotion gag, becoming louder. How well do we know about Loki from all those movies and comics? But this guy is new and definitely not Matt Damon. As we can see, he isn’t just playing a role and his behaviour is far from method acting. His fascial expressions are extraordinary, like a man who literarily came from another dimension. We can read from his body language, how much he enjoys the crowd cheering at him. Until a sudden change on his face shows us a second of fear, like he had just remembered something. Indeed he is hiding it pretty well, as we start to question our power of observation, thats how fast he got back control.

Loki is leaving gracefully, walking backwards and that’s the last thing we see of him.

‘Those puny mortals are staring at me. They seem pleased by my appearance. It’s joyful to have them cheering at me, quite different to my last visit. Thinking of it makes me realise, I’m not out of danger yet! How could I forget about this stupid Agency, that is somehow connected with Thor. It wasn’t a good idea to show my face to all those people. Maybe one of them is in the crowd, already calling for the bloody Avengers - this time I don’t have an army to my support. Even if I’d decimated their number last time, who can tell if they didn’t recruit more, since I’ve been gone? I’ll have to go now! I’m able to get out of here without losing my face. A god doesn’t run away, even though it would be wise to get disguised for a little while. Of course I could become an animal, but that’s what Thor would expect of me and probably figure it out quickly. No, I have to do something he would never expect. Speaking the spell, I think of all the women I know, with mother leading the way - for fathers sake am I tired! Didn’t even realise it until this very moment. I feel the darkness coming closer, as I slide down some wall, sense my body transforming right before the darkness takes over.’

We caught Loki again, sitting on a corner, head leaning against the wall behind him, eyes closed. His body looks strange. It’s difficult to see the shape of it, like you would try to see trough some fog, surrounding his skin. His hair becomes lighter every second until it reaches the colour of sand. We can’t see it, but even his body shrinks a little. The wardrobe changes from asgardian to, probably stolen out of Natashas closet. Loki wears black jeans, a green t-shirt and a also black leather jacket now. Underneath the shirt a breast starts to grow, while other ‘things’ become less until they disappear. This is so much more than a simple illusion and Loki can be happy about being unconscious, so he doesn’t have to feel the pain of his transformation.

Scene 3

As for Loki, we know he is a clever fellow. Maybe that’s what brings doom on his own occasion. We remember, he is a she now and she’s still sitting there, holding the Tesseract, which slowly slips from her hand.

To give us certainty, yes he used it as a source of power to make a true transformation, not willingly though. He was at a state of weakness, where he didn’t think much about his actions. And he needed the support, as for this world we can sense slight traces of magic. Of course every use of sorcery has it’s price and we can assume, that if Loki had seen the bill, he probably wouldn’t be willing to pay for it.

Anyway, events have been started and we will have to live with the consequences. For Loki it means, that there is an orange circle appearing out of nothing, not noticed by her mindless shell. Just a small one, producing a quiet sound, like wind howling trough grass. Out of this hole in time and space, we see a hand appearing, grabbing for the blue glowing cube. Taking it out of reach for the mischievous god.

She will sleep now, for a long while. Trying to regain some power. What she doesn’t know is the fact, that the dimension she slipped in so careless, doesn’t contain much witchcraft. What, well hopefully, will keep her busy, so the other realms can recover, at least, from her evil deeds.

And her slumber won’t be broken. Not even as two strangers cross Lokis path. For them it’s a broken, but still beautiful woman, sleeping in an unusual place. We sense the compassion on their faces. They share a long moment of silent conversation, just by expressions. The woman, a goth girl, seems to be wary about what she reads in the face of her companion. The guy indeed seems to be unafraid. He gets closer, grabbing Loki at her shoulder, shaking her. She shows no reaction at all.

‘Is she dead?! We should get help,’ the female says.

‘Still breathing. Don’t be such a chicken! I think she might be one of our kind … let’s take her home and allow her to rest,’ the guy replies.

‘You are serious, aren’t you? I can’t believe, I even consider helping you … come on then!’

The both of them take the girl between them, pulling her up, slowly starting the long walk home. It looks rather funny, for Loki is a tall woman and these strangers are smaller than her. They haul her more as you could describe it as carrying, but at least they’ll reach a house that they get into.

Meanwhile Loki still doesn’t move any bone, would have been helpful with the stairs actually. We don’t know if she realises anything of what is happening, but according to the abuse done to her body we may doubt it. Even when they drop her into a bed, she’s like a corpse.

‘Kevin, do you really think this was a good idea?’ the woman asks.

‘Come on Beatrix. Don’t you think it’s what humanity claim from us? I will sit with her and wait until she wakes, if it brings peace to you. You can go to bed if you like.’

The guy smiles at her and she can’t help herself and smiles back.

‘You are too kind for this world, you know?’ she kisses him on the forehead and leaves the room. Giving the burden of a long night’s watch to him, as he’d requested.

Scene 4

‘This must be a dream, I guess it by the fact, that mother is with me. Her soft touch, the calm voice and the love I feel while she looks at me, are far away from me these days. I miss her, knowing well what’s going to happen once I’ll return to Asgard, keeps me away from there. It isn’t my home anymore and that’s what will make her safe. We always had a strong connection, that’s why I believe her, when she tells me, to find my own way. Even if I know perfectly that it’s just a dream, her next words are predictable as she tells me to seek happiness in what I have. Only that I own nothing at all, I was promised a throne! Mothers eyes darken, like she could read my thoughts. She turns her back on me. I call out to her, knowing what’s going to happen next. As in all those dreams before, I see her dying.

No matter how hard I try, I can’t change her fate. It’s like I’m cursed, every time I come close to her, she’s dying.

“Mother …,” it’s just a whisper of disbelieve on my lips, yet it’s enough to wake me from this horrible dream. Watching myself causing her death again and again, doesn’t lose any of it’s horror. Through a shroud of tears I blink my way into reality. I can’t remember what happened. The ceiling I’m staring at, doesn’t look familiar to me. My tong licks over my dry lips, don’t know the last time I actually drank something? My stomach hurts, food seems to be even longer ago. I’m weak and I hate knowing so. I use all my senses, to get more informations about my whereabouts, as I am unable to move. There is some comfort in the way I lie, a pillow under my head and a blanket that keeps me warm. Knowing all this, doesn’t really help me to figure, where I am or how I get here. The try to sit up and have a better view got amiss, I’m far to weak. A sight of surprise escapes my throat and I fall back into the down.

‘Are you finally awake?’ a voice from my right asks and I manage to turn my head, to see who was talking. A redhead caught my sight, he looks quite young. It’s not easy to tell with those Midgardian folks. ‘How are you? Feeling a bit better?’ he smiles at me, trying to make me trust him, I suppose. NOBODY ever ask me, how I feel!

‘Am I your prisoner?’ is the first thing I need to know.

‘No, god no! Why would you think … never mind. Of course you are free to leave any time. But you are also allowed to stay, if you need help,’ is the reply.

I try to figure out what kind of game he’s playing, but it doesn’t occur to me. It makes no sense. I’m staring at him in silence.

‘Don’t know what you had to go trough till now, however I promise you’re perfectly safe with me. Uhm - maybe it calms you - if I tell you that I’m gay? I won’t touch you. And if that isn’t enough, I could call for my flatmate. She helped to bring you here by the way.’

Does that little scum really believe, I, the god of mischief, would be scared by a mortal?! And how does it make things any better, if he adds his sexual interest - oh wait - I completely forgot about the disguise I’m in. Of course he must mistaken me for a weak creature like himself.

‘I am a goddess and not afraid of your puny, gay presence!’ I tell him to demonstrate how less I’m impressed.

‘Uuuuhm, ‘kay?’ now the redhead is staring at me. Not the effect I had in mind. He seems more fascinated than afraid. There is more, even when he’s hiding it well, an expression of anger crosses his mimic for a second. ‘Listen, if I where you, I would think carefully about my next words, cause if you are one of those homophobic assholes, you can go back from where you’ve come!’ Now we have context.

‘Ehehehe. You have no idea who you are talking to, do you? Where I come from, nobody cares about the gender of your love. I didn’t meant to make an insult on that topic, you insisted on being so. I wanted to warn you, that I am dangerous. But as words seem to have no effect on you, take this!’ with these words I grab for the Tesseract in my magic pocket, just to find it isn’t there. ‘Where IS IT? Did you maggots dare to steal the stone from me? I am Loki of Asgard and you are a dead man, if you don’t tell me where you’ve put my belongings!’ I yell at him, this time pulling out a knife. The mortal keeps his hands up in defence.

‘First of all, you didn’t carry any belongings with you, as we picked you up. Second, you really believe all those shit you are saying, don’t you? That’s quite of interest to me and I may be able to help you. Third and last, threaten me with a butterknife hasn’t the impact on me, you might think. I’ve experienced worse, you know,’ he looks at me, like I’ve gone mad. I however look down at my hands to find , well not what I’d expected. What is wrong with this dimension? The knife disappears.

‘Take me back to the place where you’ve found me,’ I press the words through my lips, trying to stand up, failing again.

‘If I promise to get you back there, would you behave for the rest of the day?’ he’s waiting for an answer. As I’ve said enough already, I just mutter my approval. ‘Good. Anyway, you’ll have to wait, cause it is closed right now. We’ll be there by the time it opens, to search for your stone.’

‘Tesseract! It’s a blue glowing cube.’

‘Yeah, whatever. We’ll seek for it, I promise.’

‘Sounds like the stuff Hina keeps talking about,’ a rasping voice comes from outside the room, ‘what kind of freak did we brought in here Kevin?’ a woman appears in the door, examining me and so do I. She has a strange colour of hair, that is somewhere between grey and light blue - but not the right age for it - half of her head is shaved, while on the other side the hair grows over the shoulder. She looks skinny, not in a very healthy way. She might be a warrior. At least her clothes look like she had a fight, all black and ripped into pieces. Now that I’m on the case, I get a closer look on the redhead too. He appears neat and well-fed, nothing unusual about him. Even his style is screaming: “I’m like everybody else.” Maybe except the golden ring in his right ear. I can’t understand, how both of them can be friends, not to talk about the third party, in which room we obviously are. There are colourful pictures all over the walls, a lot of books and art supplies spread across the desk next to the window. How can anybody life here on free will?

‘Does she has a name?’ the woman breaks the silence, asking her friend but still looking at me. He seem uncomfortable with the situation, that’s why I introduce myself.

‘I am Loki of Asgard.’

‘Sure and I’m Jesus Christ! What’s wrong with you?’ she waves her hand in front of her face, I do not know for what reason.

‘I beg your pardon, daughter of Christ, everything is completely fine with me! It’s not my fault, your tiny brains can’t keep up with a god.’ If looks could kill, we would be dead by now. She indeed has something of a warrior.

‘Woah, bitchfight! Calm down ladies,’ Kevin tries to ease the situation. I don’t know if it’s him who finally breaks the ice, or my stomach, that is rumbling loudly into the silence. I’m ashamed because of the betrayal caused by my own body. My cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

‘See? Maybe we should all have breakfast first, afterwards we can come back to the topic,’ another short silence follows to Kevins words and he must have taken it as agreement, cause he gets up, leaving the room, gently pushing the girl aside. She follows him, not without giving me a last evil look.

My leg slips out of the bed, carefully, followed by the other one. It takes some effort to get up, in the end I stand on my unpleasant feet. Looking down, the difference isn’t to suppress. It was easy with the female voice, as I’m used to different illusions. The new point of view however, let me figure out some things. On my way out of the room I walk past a mirror. After a short glance I have to stop and walk back, to get a closer look. The spell I’ve used works perfectly, way to perfect! I can’t trust mine eyes. My hand wanders across my new face and I can’t but accept the tiny differences. Not that it would bother me, how familiar I still look to myself, it’s more the fact that everything is so damn real. I’ve tried this kind of magic more than once, it never worked quite well. So how come, I was able to work such a difficult spell on the edge of my powers? Something is going on here and I need to find out about it. Plus I need to get the Tesseract back. Thinking back, I’m already sorry, I’ve left the last planet.’

Scene 5

Loki is sitting inside a small kitchen, sipping on a cup of tea, so do his new flatmates. The atmosphere is in low spirits and all we can hear is the noise of their dishes. It’s obvious, the Midgardians don’t believe a single word she had told them, oddly enough they want to help her, for reasons we shall find out, as the story continues. Yet here they are, remain silent, until we start to wonder who’ll be the first one to talk again?

‘Do you feel better now?’ of course it would be Kevin, what did you think? ‘A nice little cupper and some beans with eggs always have been the best way to have a good start into the day, isn’t it?’ he grins like a Cheshire cat, obviously food is his guilt pleasure. Loki just sits in the corner, raising one eyebrow, while Beatrix seems to relax a bit.

‘That’s what I love you for, you know. Just that stupid grin,’ she giggles.

‘What you mean stupid? Is it a crime to be happy after some good food?’ Kevin looks puzzled and Bea starts to laugh. They fill the room with joy, but can’t pass it on to Loki, who still sits in her corner, without moving, or even showing some empathy. There is just this sad look on her face, we can only guess about. Maybe it is, because she’s reminded of all those times she saw Thor and his friends, having fun like that. Or it is, cause she never was a part of the group, but always watched from aside. Probably she doesn’t know it herself, nonetheless it makes her aware of the big gap between them and how impossible it seems, to ever be on that side of the table. To be the one who laughs with friends.

She can’t get away soon enough.

‘Is it time now to seek for my lost item? - Please,’ she adds after a short break. Must have come to her mind, that they’ve shared their food with her, so the try to be a bit more kind isn’t all waisted time. Not that it make her care.

But how can we know, by just watching the expressions on Lokis face? Well we don’t, but we know her well enough to interpret every tiny movement, ain’t we?

‘You see, it wasn’t that hard,’ Kevin smiles again and takes a look onto his watch, ‘we’ll need a bit more patience. One more hour and we can go,’ he tells Loki, who’s wriggling on her chair.

‘I probably shall not feel like it, but I’m still hungry. Glancing at the girl, who has barely even touched her food. I can’t help myself, but staring at her plate in desire. I can’t remember, the last time I have been that hungry, to forget all my manners.

‘Bea love, are you eating any of this yet?’ Kevin must have followed my sight, what makes me look away in shame.

‘Nope,’ is all she says. That’s when he takes the plate and slide it into my direction. I take the offered food and eat it as fast as possible, to not extend this annoying situation. I’m even more ashamed, that I’ve just behaved like my brother would, how pathetic!’

Scene 6

We see Loki and Kevin at the Globe, on the corner where they’ve picked her up. Seeking for the cube, while we can see on her face, how, with every second, she becomes more desperate.

‘It must be here! I’m stuck in this bloody realm if we can’t find it …,’ she mutters in distress.

‘Maybe some stranger picked it up? We can ask, if it was handed over down there?’ Kevin offers.

‘That’s impossible! It’s nothing a mortal could handle!’ she yells at him, throwing her hands in the air.

‘Fine! What would you suggest to do next?!’

‘I DON’T KNOW! I need to think,’ she turns around, walking away.

‘Take your time. I’ll be in the big building next door, if it’s of any interest to you.’

We look after Kevin, as he disappears in the Tate modern, while Loki is taking a walk along the Themse.

‘How? I definitely had escaped the guy and he can’t be that fast in tracking me. It’s impossible. Somebody else must have taken the Tesseract. But who? There is nearly no magic in this world and according to Kevin, nothing like gods or celestial beings to ever be seen. New York wasn’t attacked by the Chitauri and the Avengers are heroes out of comic books. What ever that means. Sure there are a few individuals, who would like to steal the Tesseract, but none of them could come here without it’s powers. What plan could this person follow? It makes no sense … unless … unless they want me to be stuck here. Like a very luxurious prison, I bet Thor or Odin are involved in it! Can’t stand, that I’ve escaped their judgement. To teach me a lesson, probably. Who else would want to keep me here? A world where no ‘harm’ can be done. Pah! Don’t they know me at all, they should know better. A planet with any kind of population can be ruled. Only, this time I need to be smarter. Watching the subjects, learn their habits and find a possibility to submit them. In the end, all of them are going to kneel! Ehehehehe.’

We can’t hear Lokis inner Monolog, but by her evil grin and by the fact, that she turned around and walks quickly into the direction she just came from, we can submit, she has something mischievous in mind.

Scene 7

Loki is entering the Tate, with a couple of tourists. It’s a mystery the guards doesn’t stop her, well maybe not, she must be already aware, of how to use her body the right way. Finally she’s in the building, surrounded by people, who stop, not far from the entrance, to admit the great hall. We can tell from the look an her face, that she isn’t impressed at all. No wonder, there are much bigger buildings in Asgard. Anger is crossing her face. As of course the building is still big and she’ll have to seek for Kevin. She wanders around, visibly relaxing. That’s the magic of art and maybe the place. We follow her, slowly now. Studying one painting after another, strolling through the halls. We might get the impression, she completely forgot about Kevin. She already made it through a few levels, when she spots him. He’s sitting in an armchair, in front of a big glass-wall, staring down at the people walking around downstairs. Loki slips into the chair next to him.

‘Did you find your cube?’ Kevin asks.

‘No …,’ she braces her head into her hands. They sit in silence for a while, watching the people who have the size of ants, from their point of view.

‘Why don’t you look at the paintings, instead of staring down there?’ Loki can’t find much amusement in doing so.

‘I like to study people. That’s my job and I can’t turn it off. Right before you’ve joined me, there was a couple sitting next to me and I’ve been listening to their fight. It was pretty interesting and I might had followed them, if I didn’t figure, you should be up here every minute. I saw you enter the building. Took you a while to find me, aye?’ Kevin leans back in his chair, finally looking at Loki.

‘I have been learning about the midgardian paintings. Some of them are quite beautiful,’ she shrugs her shoulders, ‘so you get payed for spying on people?’ We recognise interest flickering on her face.

‘Hahaha, no. Not in the way you might think. I’m a psychologist-to-be. People come to me and tell me their problems and I’ll analyse how to help them. Explains my manic interest into other peoples behaviour. Talking of it, I thought, you would be an interesting case. Would you allow me, to have a few sessions with you? You don’t have to do it for free of course.’

‘Now he comes to the point, about what he was hiding from me. I knew, this guy was up to something. Waiting patiently for his offer, so I can see, if it’s worth my time. He seems to think for a moment, probably about how to formulate it, before he speaks again.

‘As I’ve figured, you don’t have a place to stay for longer?’ he asks and I nod, ‘so in case you agree, we could come to an arrangement. You can stay in Hinas room, she’ll be away for a while. In return I want an hour every second day, where you will answer my questions honestly. Without any pressure, I promise. How does that sound to you?’

What an unique offer, he surly doesn’t know much about me.

‘I agree, but under one condition, you’ll have to answer my questions too. Do we have a deal?’

We shake hands, no more words needed. This was way too easy.’

#loki of asgard #marvel #loki #fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfiction

[pinkiepiebones]

This will not format right so fuck it. Long as hell and ALL DIALOGUE. I’m toying with the idea that true crime dweebs would make a Zsasz based podcast.

———

“Hello and welcome to ZsaszCast, the only podcast about the one, the only-“

”Gotham’s forgotten son-“

”-and one of the WORLD’s most notorious serial killers...”

”Victor Zsasz!”

”I wanna- can I do this up front, Chris? I just wanna give a big thanks to our sponsor this-“

”We got one?”

[[/MORE]]

”Yeah! Where’s th- oh, okay, uh, I wanna thank our sponsor, this week, Riot VC! Didn’t, didn’t give me any deets in the email aside from a name, but, there ya go. Thanks guys!”

”I wonder what the VC stands for.”

”Well, they’re sponsoring our show, so I think it stands for ‘Very Cool’.”

”That’s terrible, Liz. I love it. Okay, speaking of love-“

“Thank you.”

”Welcome, uh, speaking of love- Liz, have you. Seen. The. Photos?”

”Which ones?”

”Omigod, ‘which ones.’ LIZ!”

“Well, we got that uh-MAY-zing new mugshot straight outta Arkham, my man’s looking GOOD. Like, healthy, you know?”

”Doin’ what he loves.”

”Doing what he loves, yes. Those eyes, I swear. Love it. SPEAKING OF- Yes, Chris, I have THE CRIME SCENE PHOTOS!”

”Aren’t they just- UGH, he’s so good!”

”He’s SO. GOOD.”

”Real talk? The man is an artist. I know, he-I know he his a business degree, but he, he sho- he should have persued art, you know?”

”Mmm hmm.”

”Buuut if he HAD, then we wouldn’t- I don’t think we would get the same sort of art from him, right? Like, if he had ALWAYS been an artist, would he always use a human canvas? You know? I just- I’m glad he’s working, he’s vibing, whatever, but sometimes, but, like, y’know what I mean? You think about roads not taken and stuff.”

”Yeah. Yeah. And, like, I get it, it’s a question, right? Zsasz is a genius, an artistic visionary, but would he be the SAME visionary in any other medium?“

”I don’t think so.”

”Me either. Zsasz with a body is like, uh, uh, Warhol with soup cans. They just- it just is what it is.”

”It is what it is.”

”Oh! Chris! Did you watch the court coverage?”

”I tried. My roommate was all ‘how can you be a fan of a serial killer, how can you root for him in a lawsuit, he’s killed so many,‘ and it‘s like, dude, I KNOW you own a Joker shirt, so fuck off.”

”Fucking Joker. No talent. No thought. I- y’know, the court, the court proceedings were nice. It always surprises me how soft Zsasz’s voice is, a-“

“Says the woman who practically goes to sleep listening to old patient onterview tapes of his.”

”- I, hey, those tapes aren’t- it’s not great quality, so then, it’s like, to hear, hearing him on TV...”

”What was it about again?”

”Oh, our man was arguing that, like, the whole Arkham, the way Arkham treats him, it’s cruel and unusual, he just wants a real bed.”

”Wow.”

”I know, right? But then those, uh, victim advocates and, and families of his victims showed up, being all ‘bring back the death penalty, Zsasz is a monster,‘ all that garbage.”

”I mean, I can KINDA see where- I guess if one of your loved ones has the honour of dying by his hand, maybe you’d be ups- actually, you know what? No! Our man’s, like, forty-something, he deserves a damn bed.”

”Maximum lockdown. Can’t ev- can’t even go to the fucking bathroom without four armed guards pushing him around with those dog-catcher pole things.”

”I bet they let the Croc guy walk to the bathroom.”

”Right? Everyone else in there gets real beds, and fan mail, and visits-“

”It’s his burden as an enlightened artist, I think, Liz. He has to take on that suffering so he can give is his masterpieces.”

”Hm.”

“You think he knows about our show?”

”Chris-“

”Poison Ivy gets pictures of gardens HER fans plant, I know someone who sent Harley joke books, I heard Scarecrow shows off Batman voodoo dolls HIS fans send him-“

”We-“

”I’m JUST SAYING, y’know, maybe we need to find a way to get Zsasz to hear our podcast.”

”Omigod.”

”Send a flash drive to, I dunno, the Ventriloquist? And he’ll pass it to Zsasz.”

”How‘s he gonna listen to a flash drive, Chris.”

”Uh, we- We’ll get an iPod at a pawn shop and load it with us.”

”He’ll love us.”

#zsasz #mister zsasz #I reached the WORD LIMIT ON A TEXT POST???

[knox-knocks]

Hi, love your blog! Could you do some soft Jeremy teaching Kevin positive touching hcs? thank youuuuu

thank you!! keremy hcs coming right up!

before leaving the nest, kevin was not used to touch that wasn’t meant to hurt

he knows that before he was surrendered to evermore, he had his mom and she loved him a lot

but it was so long ago that it was hard to even remember her smile, her voice, the way she laughed when kevin toppled over with a too-large exy stick. when she hugged him or kissed his forehead or pushed back his hair and told him she loved him were little more than the memory of a sensation. more fabricated, his mind filling in the blanks, than anything real

jeremy has grown up surrounded by love

he was close to his siblings, with regular rough housing and horsing around. his dad was a hugger and his mom would pull jeremy onto her lap and read him stories out of books

the first time jeremy touches kevin is after the ravens had completely annihilated the trojans during semi-finals, booting them out of the game for the season

it‘s jeremy’s first year as captain, and he is proud of how his team did and how hard they worked this season

the teams line up and shake hands going down the line, and when kevin shakes jeremy’s, he grips his hand tight and shoots him a quick smile

it’s different than his media smile, fierce and triumphant, all polished and ready for the cameras

this one is smaller, maybe a bit shy and awkward, like he doesn’t quite know how to configure his mouth into the right shape

“your team played well,” he says. and then he is gone

it‘s like that for awhile. quick handshakes and firm pats on the shoulder after each game. not much more, but kevin enjoys it all the same

(if kevin began to look forward to these small interactions, no one had to know)

it isn’t until the winter banquet during kevin’s third year do the touches progress.

he’s been with the foxes for almost a year now and he’s settled in and perhaps they aren’t as bad as they were last year

but andrew is gone, the ravens are here, and kevin is terrified

neil just caused a scene and kevin needs to get out of there

abby has a bottle of vodka waiting in her travel kit, but before kevin can find her, he’s intercepted by jeremy

a warm hand on his shoulder, a soft smile

“are you alright?” he asks, as if kevin were the one to get into a verbal smack down with riko moriyama. as if kevin were the one who will get hurt because of it

kevin nods, but jeremy just looks so concerned for him, so he lets jeremy lead him to the edge of the court

he still has his hand on kevin’s arm, gentle and warm, and that damn look in his brown eyes makes something in kevin shutter open

“i need to get out of here,” he says honestly.

he expects jeremy to leave him, to go back to the dance floor with his friends and teammates, but jeremy gently takes his hand — his left one, kevin notices — and directs him to the locker room

the music is loud enough that kevin can still hear it, but it’s muffled and distant

jeremy helps kevin to a metal bench and kevin sits, holding his head in his hands

jeremy is rubbing his back in soothing circles and kevin starts to feel himself calm down

jeremy is warm, jeremy is kind, and jeremy is the only one to touch him with something like concern, something like care, for a very long time

“better?” jeremy asks

“yes,” kevin replies as he straightens

it’s then that kevin realizes that he’s alone with jeremy for the first time ever. he doesn’t know how to feel about it

they sit for awhile, and then the music changes from some pop song to a slower beat, a lulling drag that couples are supposed to sway to

kevin wrinkles his nose but jeremy watches the door wistfully

“you can go back out, you know,” kevin says. “you don’t have to babysit me.”

jeremy just smiles at him. “i wouldn’t leave you alone in here.”

“i’ll be fine,” kevin tries to say, but jeremy shakes his head and stands up

he extends his hand out to kevin. “dance with me?” he asks and kevin stares at him, wide eyed and mouth moving wordlessly

“you don’t have to,” jeremy assures him

“i want to,” kevin says quickly. “i just don’t know how.”

“i’ll show you.”

jeremy pulls him up and stands toe to toe with him

“you just,” he says, placing kevin’s hands on each of his hips and splaying his fingers over kevin’s shoulders, “follow my lead.”

jeremy begins to move to the beat of the music and kevin clumsily follows

he’s several inches shorter than kevin, the top of his head barely reaching kevin’s nose, and kevin keeps stepping on jeremy’s feet

but jeremy is patient and kind and kevin finds himself liking it

he wants jeremy to keep touching him, soft touches on his shoulders and his sides, the simple graze of jeremy’s fingers as he pushes back a lock of kevin’s hair from his face

and he wants to keep touching jeremy. he wants to keep dancing with him, swaying side to side on their feet and turning in circles until kevin feels dizzy

most of all kevin likes the way jeremy looks at him like no one has looked at kevin before. kevin’s heart perhaps beats a bit faster than it should because of it

the song ends and another begins and kevin and jeremy stay in the locker room, holding each other and swaying, until a loud bang of the door crashing open startles kevin into pulling away

nicky is frantic as he looks around the room and spots them

kevin stands three feet away from jeremy, his face blazing and his body already missing jeremy’s warmth

“kevin, thank god,” nicky says. “neil punched riko and…” nicky looks at jeremy, “something else happened. we’re leaving.”

nicky pulls kevin away, but not before kevin gets one last glance at jeremy standing alone in the locker room

they don’t get a chance to be alone again until that summer

riko is dead and kevin is free. jean has transferred to the trojans and is struggling through his first few practices with them

so kevin decides to give them a visit

the first few days is spent practicing. kevin joins them and gives a few pointers, but mostly he stays on the sidelines with the coaches and keeps an eye on jean

it’s not until jeremy invites kevin to his dorm for dinner are they once again alone

it’s well past bedtime and jean is fast asleep, tucked up in his bed in the bedroom

jeremy and kevin have matching glasses of sparkling cider as they chat and catch up

it’s non-alcoholic, but kevin still feels drunk on jeremy’s words, the way jeremy watches him when he thinks kevin isn’t paying attention, and the small all-too-casual touches on his shoulders and arm, fingers brushing when they both make a grab for the cider

the cider runs out at midnight and kevin thinks he ought to get going

his plane leaves tomorrow and then practice starts, he simply has run out of time

but he is hard-pressed to leave, and jeremy seems just as hesitant

“you have my number,” jeremy says when kevin starts to get up. “we should talk more. maybe meet up sometime.”

“that sounds great,” kevin says. he has no idea when they’ll find the time to meet up, since they’re on opposite sides of the country, but he wants to make it work

“hey kevin—” jeremy says. kevin turns and jeremy is looking at the floor. “i really like hanging out with you. i like you. a lot.”

kevin’s breath catches. when he doesn’t say anything, jeremy glances up at him

their gazes catch and kevin realizes how close they are. an inch or two apart, maybe, yet he can’t find it in himself to take a step back

“i like you too,” kevin mumbles. “i feel like the best me around you.”

jeremy smiles and kevin catches himself watching the movement

they lean in at the same time, and then jeremy’s soft lips are pressed to kevin’s and kevin thinks that this may be the best kiss he’s ever had

it’s a simple kiss, short and sweet, but kevin’s mind is spinning when he pulls away

“i liked that,” kevin says and jeremy’s eyes crinkle with happiness

“me too,” jeremy replies and gives him another quick peck on the cheek before promising to call and sending kevin on his way

in a daze, kevin thinks that he very much likes kissing jeremy knox

#aftg #tfc #kevin day #jeremy knox #keremy #mine

[softforhenry]

Wrote another short Geraskier fic. This one I’d love to expand soon.

<3 <3 <3

Geralt learns about Jaskier‘s birthday coming up by accident. They have spent the last days in Oxenfurt and on the morning they‘re set up to leave, Jaskier scurries downstairs saying he needs to bid goodbye to an old friend who wanted to come by the inn they‘re staying at. When Geralt follows him five minutes later, both their bags slung over his shoulder, he immediately spots Jaskier at the bar, talking to a woman who laughs at something the bard said. She‘s beautiful, with bright hair and an even brighter smile.

Geralt feels an odd pang in his chest at seeing her reach out to pat Jaskier‘s cheek lovingly. It‘s become a familiar occurrence lately. That odd feeling of longing whenever he sees Jaskier being physically affectionate with someone else. It’s inexplicable because it‘s not like the bard has withheld his affection from him instead. He still touches and hugs Geralt, but Geralt knows the intention is different. There are no touches that linger for any other reason than comfort and friendship between them.

Which is enough. More than Geralt ever thought anyone would grant him. Wishing for more is ludicrous and he knows it. It doesn’t help with the way his traitorous heart reacts, despite claiming he doesn’t have one towards anyone who dares to ask.

He keeps his steps slow, not wanting to hear what was being said between the pair, but his enhanced hearing still picks up Jaskier‘s voice, finely tuned to it after all the years they have spent together.

“As much as I would love to, I can‘t stay,“ Jaskier says.

The woman looks slightly disappointed, yet indulgent. “It‘s a pity. We would’ve celebrated your birthday with a feast worthy of a royal court.“

Jaskier laughs, obviously delighted. “That I believe. Alas, it‘s still eight days until my birthday and Geralt needs to move on.“

“And of course you will follow him,“ the woman sighs, but it sounds fond.

“You know me,“ Jaskier replies, a smile dancing across his lips. “I‘m always ready for new adventures.“

“I think it‘s-“

The words get caught in the woman‘s throat when she finally notices Geralt approaching them. He doesn’t give any sign that he‘s heard them, yet she seems suddenly bashful, her cheeks coloring slightly. It makes him wonder what she was about to say.

Jaskier follows her line of sight and grins at Geralt, before turning back to his friend. “Well, it has been lovely seeing you again, sweetest. But I must take my leave now.“ He bows to kiss her hand, and Geralt averts his gaze.

They say their goodbyes after that and soon enough, Geralt and Jaskier are walking through the southern gate of Oxenfurt, back onto the path. Jaskier is humming a tune and Roach seems equally happy to be out in the wild again, her hooves clapping to the music. Geralt lets the sounds coming from his travel companions wash over him, while the rising sun warms his face. He feels content in a way he can‘t begin to describe, even inside his own mind.

Then he remembers the conversation he just overheard and snaps his eyes towards Jaskier.

His birthday is apparently in eight days. Geralt has never thought to ask about it and he can‘t remember Jaskier ever mentioning it. Considering that they‘ve been together at this time of the year before, it‘s likely that Jaskier‘s birthday has gone by uncelebrated a few times. Birthdays haven’t got a lot of meaning in Geralt‘s life and he‘s never celebrated his own. It‘s not like he can even remember the date. He barely remembers the time he has spent with his mother and there certainly hasn’t been any festivities at Kaer Morhen.

But Jaskier must have celebrated his own birthday in the past. Geralt knows that the bard is a viscount and comes from a wealthy family. Once he has asked Jaskier why he never visits his family, but he only got an elusive answer and didn’t enquire about it again. If Jaskier doesn’t want to talk about the reasons why he left the comforts of his home, Geralt won‘t push. He understands better than most that the past should sometimes rather be laid to rest. Even if he struggles with that in regard to his own.

Anyway, the thought of Jaskier‘s birthday going by unnoticed and uncelebrated is weirdly bothering him now. Jaskier has spent the last years doing everything in his power to make Geralt‘s life more comfortable, although it took Geralt a while to accept his help. He’s all too aware that he still can‘t express his gratitude or affection well. Decades of being shunned by humanity and constantly being treated with distain, have left their mark on him. But maybe this is his chance to give Jaskier something back.

There is no way Jaskier will anticipate Geralt knowing about his birthday, let alone that he’s planning something for it. He could surprise Jaskier with a grand gesture. The bard loves the unexpected, hence why he‘s still following Geralt around the continent. Which only leaves one dilemma: Geralt has no idea where to start planning a celebration for anyone‘s birthday. But as he risks another look at Jaskier happily walking beside him, his resolve only strengthens.

Jaskier deserves someone taking care of him for once.

Also, Geralt must admit to himself that seeing Jaskier‘s lovely smile has become quite a necessity to keep him going. He knows rationally that there are things far more vital in his life as a witcher, but sometimes it feels like the darkness could swallow him whole if not for that smile.

The thought of seeing Jaskier‘s joyful expression on the special day ahead, if he gets this one thing right, is making him almost twitch with restless energy. Roach neighs, no doubt feeling his sudden agitation, although he gave no outward sign of it.

Jaskier stops humming and looks at them, his smile growing bigger, as he lifts a calming hand to pet along Roach‘s neck. “My noble girl, forced to carry your mighty witcher again after being pampered for days,“ he hushes, a bit dramatically and with a wink towards Geralt.

Rolling his eyes, Geralt tries not to smile. “She will be fine. Now keep up,“ he teases back, and urges Roach into a slightly faster trot.

Jaskier splutters an equally teasing insult at him, but catches up quick. “You know, one day I will get my own horse. And then you won‘t be able to leave me behind anymore,“ Jaskier claims, just a hint of an old hurt seeping into his voice.

Geralt feels his throat tighten in response and slows their pace again.

He gazes down at his most loyal friend, the one person he‘s come to adore more than any human before, and gathers his courage to speak from his heart. His voice sounds even raspier than usual, as he says, “I will never leave you behind, Jaskier. Never again.“

Jaskier was obviously not expecting that response. His eyes widen in surprise and he gapes slightly at Geralt, who does his best to hold Jaskier‘s gaze. When a warm, slightly teary smile steals across Jaskier‘s face, it‘s the best kind of reward.

“Well. Now you won‘t ever get rid of me, just so you know,“ Jaskier exclaims, laughing. It sounds carefree and happy, and Geralt can scarcely believe that he is the cause of it. He‘s not usually someone who brings such happiness to others.

Speaking of happiness, Jaskier‘s words have given him an idea for a gift. While Jaskier pulls out his lute and starts singing a new ballad he‘s premiered at the inn yesterday as a farewell, Geralt thinks about the horse breeder he knows from a town about three days from Oxenfurt.

It‘s a start.

Feeling more confident about his plans, Geralt relaxes into the saddle and contentedly listens to Jaskier sing, that beloved voice soothing the last of his worries.

(tbc...?)

Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26360065 💕

#geraskier #my fic #geralt is in love #🥺🥺🥺 #the witcher