#the added violin... i'll kiss i love it

[topsyturvy-turtely]

OTP challenge - day 15

there are two parts because I couldn't didn't want to shorten it for the life of me.

I wanna apologize for not updating regularly - never mind daily. i hope you can forgive my non-existent organization talent! thank you to everyone who is still in on this challenge!

[link to day 14]

15. teaching each other how to do something

(pt. 1/2)

Five year old Rosie stopped playing the violin with a loud dramatic note. "Well done, Watson. Keep practicing and it will be perfect." Sherlock praised his little apprentice.

John scoffed which turned his daughter's and best friend's head around. "Whatever do you you wanna say, John?"

"Just that Rosie already sounds perfect to me."

"Oh, she is. However let's not feed her ego too much.", Sherlock countered and winked at Rosie who grinned up at him.

"Yeah, she is already better at everything I am, aren't you, honey?"

There was a proud twinkle in Rosie's dark blue eyes when she giggled at that.

"Well", John stood up from the armchair that used to be his. "Thank you for the lesson, Sherlock. Are you sure you don't want-"

"I will not accept any payment from my favorite student." Sherlock immediately interrupted.

John made an amused noise. "Yeah, alright. It- it was good to see you, Sherlock." Their relationship ever after the Culverton case has been fragile, they never quite went back to what it used to be but... each man took what he could get.

"Good to see you too, John", Sherlock said softly. "Watson", he added, making the littlest bow towards Rosie. John adored how Sherlock treated his goddaughter. It made the doctor feel soft inside and sometimes this softness creeped through his walls to show through a smile. Like right now. Then he caught himself and clapped his hand against his thigh - a sign to say goodbye.

"Say thank you, Rosie, so we can head home."

Rosie finished putting away her tiny violin, then stretched her arms out, so Sherlock would pick her up. The detective did so, and then let her kiss his nose. "Thanks, Sherlock. Love you."

"Love you, too, Watson.", he said and kissed her temple.

At that moment, Mrs. Hudson walked into the room with a tablet of freshly baked biscuits. (Sherlock doubted it was anything but very calculated timing. She missed John terribly and adored Watson horrendously.) "Hoohoo, darlings! Buiscuits and tea anyone?"

"Mrs. Hudson!", John exclaimed pleasantly surprised (he had of course not seen through the landlady right away like Sherlock). "It's so good to see you!"

"Oh John, you should visit more often! Baker Street misses you.", she shot a meaningful glance at Sherlock, who pretended to busily clean his violin bow.

"And my sweet little Flower, how have you been?"

"Good! I love my violin sessions.", Rosie said enthusiastically.

"I can imagine, it sounds lovely from downstairs. Ooh! But I gotta go! The next round of biscuits is in the oven still!"

"May I come?", Rosie asked excitedly.

"Of course, dear.", Mrs. Hudson immediately agreed (no doubt this was her plan all along).

"Dada, may I?", Rosie asked her father.

"Yeah alright, I'll be right down."

"No hurry!", the two girls said in unision, on their way out.

John laughed after them, "Yeah, I see how it is."

Sherlock smiled, "Hudders adores little Watson."

"Everyone adores that kid.", John replied, shaking his head affectionately.

"Yes, indeed.", agrees Sherlock. He still had that soft smile on his face. Back in the days John liked to think it was only for him. These days, Rosie Watson was on the receiving end of it most of the time. John was glad at least one Watson had that honor.

"You're a fantastic teacher, Sherlock. Rosie... she really loves you.", John wasn't sure why he felt so awkward. They used to flow, now they are stuck in unspoken words and unspeakable emotions.

"It's my pleasure. She - both of you - mean a lot to me."

John softly carressed Rosie's violin case. "Do you know why I wanted her to learn to play the violin?"

Sherlock didn't say anything, but his interest was piqued, John didn't have to see him to know that - he felt it.

"It reminds me of you.", John said quietly and now he did look up at Sherlock. He hoped Sherlock knew what he actually meant: John missed him. How they used to be together.

For a long few seconds Sherlock looked at him. As so often, John could not look away. He didn't want to anyways. Then Sherlock breathed in sharply, turned around and grabbed his violin. John immediately fought an eye-roll. Of course they wouldn't be able to talk, how had he ever thought they-

But Sherlock held the violin out for John to take. "Sherlock, what do-"

"Take it."

Bemused John looked back and forth from the instrument to the man. "Are you sure- ", he started.

"I want you to try. Take it.", Sherlock insisted.

Hesitantly, carefully, John took the instrument. It felt fragile, but it was heavier than John had expected it to be.

"Put it under your chin. Like-"the gentlest touch redirected John's chin. Cold fingers. "-this."

"Hold the bow like-" Again, cold fingers on him, gently, just a whisper of a touch. "There you go."

Sherlock's mouth was close to John's ear. His voice velvet and deep. It crept inside of John, making the fine hair at his neck stand on ends.

"Now play for me.", Sherlock whispered. John surpressed a shiver. He was pretty sure, this shouldn't sound this alluring.

He didn't try to push his finger on a string. He simply let the bow glide and he produced an actual passable sound from a violin.

"Good, that was an A. Now try-", but John forgot to listen when Sherlock stepped behind him, feeling his fingers placing his index on the string, feeling his hand wrap around his bow hand, feeling Sherlock's chest against his back. John is pretty sure he forgot to breathe.

Sherlock was simply too close. He registered the man saying something, but he didn't know what. He tried hard to force the fog away. Instead he felt Sherlock leading his hand over the string, it was so darn cold against his own sweaty hand. A tone played and it was all so surreal: Sherlock teaching him to play the violin, Sherlock against his body, Sherlock whispering in his ear, Sherlock's cold fingers against his own warm ones. The tone sounded on and on and it sounded like the beginning of something. Like the beginning of something magical. Like the beginning of them.

But soon this something, that danced in the room to the tone they had played together, was interrupted by the thunder of upstairs-running kid's feet.

[to be continued in part 2!]

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Special thanks to @totallysilvergirl whose series "Drawn to Stars" but especially "Teach Your Children Well" has subconsciously inspired me to write this incredibly talented and loving Rosamund Watson. I didn't realize until later, that it was very much inspired by you. Check this series out if you haven't yet! I love it so much!

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#turtely writes #turtely's otp challenge #day 15 #day 15 pt 1/2 #prompt: teaching each other how to do something #happy about reblogs 🥰 #btw i don't play the violin #i don't even fucking know if ever even HELD one in my hands #so i apologize for any inaccuracies #pining #pining john #cheeses the pining... #this is like so chliché but... idc i wrote it take it or leave it. don't judge #(judge as in hate on it) #my writer's soul is a fragile one #johnlock fic #johnlock ficlet #johnlock oneshot #johnlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john #thanks for reading #*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

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The algebraliens being gay part 3

you know whats happneing but if you want the original material go to YouTube and serch up "inquisitormaster sqaud being gay compilation"

Btw we have a new character ratio made by my friend @smoken-bagel I'm also involving plus from tdos

Lets go

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8: NOOOOOOO?! 10 speak to me... 14 go away but 10

14's dead body walks away like an among us character

8: what happened to you 10? Who could have done this?

10: 8

8: 10

10: come closer

8 walks up to them

8: I'm closer

10: it was

Dies

Romantic saxophone music plays

8: NOOOOO *laughs a bit*

Ratio: maybe that was their last wish

8: to give me a kiss?

Everyone laughs a bit

8: don't worry 10, if that was you last wish, I'll fulfill it

More of the romantic saxophone music plays *why 5 why?!*

8 pecks 10's cheek

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ratio: hey 7, 9, huddle up together

7:ok?

9:ok sure

They huddle up, then ratio walks away a bit

Romantic saxophone music plays *how doze 5 time it perfectly*

Ratio laughs

Ratio: woah 7,9, what the heck

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Emergency meeting starts

+: so I saw 9 and 7 making put not doing a thing, then I walked around and check the vitals, and 4 was dead. And you know what this means?

+: the imposters 2

2 gets thrown out and was the imposter

Everyone laughs

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Ratio: it's ok + we won in are hearts

+: we won in are hearts

Romantic saxophone music plays *who wants me to kill 5?* then stops *phew*

Negative: were you guys about to kiss

Ratio and +: no

...

Romantic violin music plays

Ratio and + kiss *sorry lol*

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9: don't worry 7 bro I'll hold hands with you

7: thank you

9: and lips

Everyone laughs

15: WHAT?

Ratio: oh what?!

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9: wait what dose the spider have to say

Weird spider noises are made by 9

Everyone laughs

Profily: it sounds like you were making put with 7

Y: Shut up?!

9: maybe I was

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14: you killed my Fifteeny

15's ghost: I MAY BE DEAD BUT NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN

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1: was everything a lie 6?

6: everything was a lie, im a evil master mind

3: even the stuff you whispered into 5's ear

6: everything... everything's a lie

Y walks up

Y: what about are love

6: everything

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That the end of part 3 send me your ocs and you might be added in the next one of these

♡☆♡bye♡☆♡

#Funny #Gay #lesbian pride #Bi #xfohv oc #xfohv #Funny gay shit #funny shit #Gay meme

[thejuniperparable]

A Zending Waltz

(This takes place in my parable "co-op" AU, where you/the reader take the place of Stanley's wife. Enjoy your dance with Stanley :))

Footsteps sounded through the office, setting a fast paced, energetic tempo. On this particular run, Stanley seemed determined to reach a specific ending. He moved through the office with surprising speed, only pausing once to ensure you were following him. He was obviously excited for something.

So excited in fact, he rushed straight through the right door before the Narrator could finish its lines. It gave an exasperated sigh, before quickly moving on.

"This was not the correct way to the meeting room, and they both knew it perfectly well. Perhaps Stanley wanted to stop by the employee lounge first, just to show his partner the glory of it."

Stanley clearly had other ideas, making a beeline for the exit. Just as he was about to leave, you touched his arm to get his attention. He turned to you, seeming both impatient and nervous.

Stanley, are you planning something? You signed, although you weren't expecting any answers.

Surprise, was his only response, along with a cheeky smile.

"Oh yes, Stanley has been planning this for quite a while," the Narrator cut in. "I did help with the finer details, but it is mainly his work."

He waved a hand at the ceiling. I'm surprised Narrator even agreed to it.

"Wha- How rude! Can I not do anything nice without your ungrateful comments?" The Narrator huffed. "It's not like I'm the one you're danc-" he quickly fell silent, as if he nearly spilled an important secret.

Stanley gave the ceiling a sharp look, before leading you out of the employee lounge. He kept walking towards the maintenance area, only shaking his head and smiling when you tried to question him.

He came to a stop in front of the cargo lift. Going to Zending, he signed, smile disappearing. Be careful, ok? I know we've been there before but...

You nodded. I understand. Don't worry.

The Narrator went through his usual dialogue, but his tone sounded... off, like his mind was miles away.

You and Stanley went through the red door and into the looping hallway. Just before you entered the lit door that appeared, the Narrator suddenly muttered, "Oh dear me, I almost forgot..."

Forgot what? Stanley immediately looked up at the ceiling. Typing filled the air before the Narrator responded.

"Oh, nothing too important. I simply needed to add a few final touches. Now, you two love birds go off and enjoy your date or whatever." The voice seemed to be growing fainter. "I'll be back in- I don't know... an hour or two. Toodle pip!"

You turned to Stanley with a growing smile. You're so sweet. I wish I had thought of something like this.

He gave you a soft kiss in response. You're too nice. We haven't even gone inside yet!

Stepping inside the zen room, you let out a small gasp as the lights fluttered to life. It wasn't your first time seeing the spectacle, but it was still just as magnificent.

Violins began to play, soon joined by a piano. Harps, clarinets, and flutes added their own melody, creating the perfect music for dancing. This, you realized, was what the Narrator wanted to add.

A warm smile on his face, Stanley held out a hand, silently asking to dance. You gladly accepted, and he whisked you away.

Stanley proved to be a skilled dance partner, playfully spinning you around and guiding you for every step. At one point, he managed to pull off a very impressive dip.

It was easy to see the hint of surprise in his eyes, like he was shocked that you were in his arms and not on the floor. But he quickly pushed past it by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

The dancing was absolutely exhilarating, but the two of you couldn't continue forever. As the music slowly transitioned to a serene, relaxing tune, Stanley leaned his head on your shoulder. He gave a content sigh before pulling away. Are you tired?

Oh, yes. But that was really fun. Thank you.

He moved to the edge of the room, picking up a folded gray blanket. No. Thank you for dancing with me.

Stanley spread the blanket out in the middle of the room and motioned for you to join him. Sitting down beside him, you simply signed, I love you.

I love you too.

All around you, the glowing lights and calming music danced together, performing their own Zending waltz.

#the stanley parable #stanley #the narrator #oneshots

[noodleswithsoba-blog]

Momo Yaoyorozu Headcanons!

So, here's my take on Momo as a character, same as Ibara's post! These are going to be long because I adore the potential of these characters I'll share my Headcanons for. Some of these change some aspects of the characters but still feel in line with them.

Family Headcanons.

Momo is the only child of the CEO of the Yaoyorozu Support Company, Akira Yaoyorozu. Akira is a very serious man who absolutely adores his wife and daughter and would do anything for them if it was within his power. He's a passionate yet pragmatic man who planned out everything Momo would do and if she didn't go by plan well, he changed them to suit any situation.

Her father's goofy stratagems are sort of played for laughs, while her mother, Haruka, finds her husband's antics tiring. Momo appreciates her father's attempts at preparing her for everything but gently lets her father down easy if they don't go to plan.

Haruka is a very serious career woman who absolutely despises relaxing outside of vacations, keeping her daughter's mind busy and her plans full. Because she had to claw her way to the top.

She wants her daughter to be the best she can be, no matter what. Although she's not up to Endeavor's level of obsessive, she's a little too serious about Momo being the best.

Also, both of her parents LOATHE the concept of Quirk Marriages because their marriage was one. One thing is clear, despite their moments of strictness, Akira and Haruka love Momo and want the best for her.

Personality Headcanons.

Momo is somewhat sheltered but not to the level of Ibara. She's just a little eensy bit unaware of how the lower classes live. Enough to come across as goodnaturedly misunderstanding some things. But she adapts quickly, might be a little too apologetic.

She insists on buying her friends anything they want if they're all out with her on the town. That's one of her love languages too. She may go overboard but it's alright.

She knows how to play the piano, flute, and violin. Even some stranger instruments like the Barcode Scanner and INDUSTRIAL FAN.

She's very self conscious and kind of a nervous girl, but then she's also one of the most passionate and intelligent girls around. Momo is a real sucker for romance movies.

She's a poet, an artist, a musician, and sometimes a Kendo practicioner. It helps with her aggression and sometimes she just sits and draws or plays the piano she had moved into the Heights Alliance common area so everyone can enjoy the music.

With her being more open about her music, Jiro sometimes joins her. Adding guitar accompaniment.

Momo finds her hero costume the hardest to accept. A lot of it isn't practical at all and she can't stand anyone ogling her. Yet Midnight was a big help in making sure Momo was comfortable with it.

By advocating for a costume that covered more but still made use of her quirk, by exposing different parts that weren't as uncomfortable to expose as well as adding some much needed protection.

She absol-freaking-lutely knows how to break people in seven different ways and can devise hundreds more with her quirk.

In short: Don't fuck with Momo Yaoyorozu, she will probably destroy you.

Romance Headcanons!

Whoever her partner is, they lucked out. They hit the jackpot. Momo is so sweet and sincere, and not very shy about how she feels about her partner much at all.

Her love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation. She will lavish her partner with gifts and praise because she wants them to know that no matter what she'll love them, scars warts and blemishes all.

Although she might be a little too passionate. Might be a little too much sometimes but that's because she's never had someone like her partner.

She's so happy.

If she ever gets in a fight with her partner she's the first to apologize and she might be hurt for a while after if her partner refuses to budge on what they're fighting over.

When it comes to PDA, there's hands to be held and cheeks to be kissed. She WILL whisk her partner into a happy, whirling dance that might end with them on the floor with her laughing themselves silly.

It takes some convincing for her to be vulnerable and open up about her issues, having to be Miss Perfect all the time. But with her partner? She can be whoever she wants to be.

She most likely met her partner before UA, before the whole being on TV thing and before the costume. Before she was Creati.

#my hero academia #momo yaoyorozu #headcanon #She deserves the world I swear to God. #it ain’t much but it’s honest work

[ateezgf]

WAIT YOUNGK MANIAC COVER WITH LUCY !/!/!/?/!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#🥀.mp3 #IT'S SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD AH #i've been meaning to fully get into lucy too omg 😖 !!! #the added violin... i'll kiss i love it

[chaosangel767]

I love your writing, can I please request Dialog 19 and Scenario 18 for Luka x Reader please? Congrat son all the followers 💖

Thank you so much for requesting Anon ^-^ I absolutely adore this request so much and had so much fun writing this one for you. ❤

Replay

Fandom: IkeRev 

Prompt:  Can you sing/play that song for me again? & Hugging or being hugged from behind while making food 

Pairing: Luka x Fem Reader

Type: Fluff 

WC: 379

Tagging: @toloveawarlord , @thewitchofbooks ,@queen-dahlia . @sarahann-1984, @rhodolitesrose , @kpop-and-otome , @ikesimp100 , @mojamika , @psychoangelinmydreams, @ikemenlibrary @tele86 - If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.

There is something soothing and peaceful about cooking. Whether it was from your love of cooking, the peacefulness of the kitchen or the man that usually keeps you company, you find yourself helping out more and more. You look out the window of the kitchen, admiring the soldiers' training, knowing your boyfriend is among them before turning and going back to the stove.  Thinking you are alone, you start to sing classics from the land of Reason, the comforting melodies easily coming from your lips. You turn to the stove, adding the last of the vegetables as you sing song after song, a game in your head to remember as many songs as possible. You start to sing your favorite song, not noticing that after you have stopped singing. Lost in your thoughts, arms wrapping around your waist startle you. 

    “Can you sing that song for me again?” Luka murmurs in your neck, and you smile softly. Touches from him were rare, and you enjoy his warmth against your back as he holds you close. Relaxing in his embrace, you indulge him, singing the song again and playing with his fingers. 

“I'll never get tired of your voice,” Luka presses a kiss against your cheek before his warmth leaves your back, and he heads back out into training.  You press a hand to your cheek, hoping it keeps the warmth of him for just a few minutes longer. 

Later that night you are headed to your room when you hear a violin in the courtyard and you hear a familiar melody. Luka is sitting under the moon, his fingers gliding against the strings as he plays. The  melody is similar to the one you were singing earlier, but it is sweeter, the notes fade away into the moonlight and you walk up behind him, silently wrapping your arms around him, you repeat the words from earlier. 

“Can you play that again?” A small shift is felt and after a moment the song is playing again, the comforting melody dancing in the night. You rest your head against Luka’s back, breathing in his scent. Your mind wanders and your voice sings along as the melody and words float into the sky a new melody just for the two of you. 

#ikerev #ikemen revolution #luka clemence #chayaasks #chayas follower event #fluff

[nameless-shrimp]

Okay okay, I know said last night I'd go back to my corner, but I got one more that's giving me brain rot. So last one and then I'll go back to my corner and be good and quiet

Slow Dancing With Chuuya~

The sun was being to set on the horizon as beautiful shades of orange filled the sky. Chuuya relaxed on his couch with a glass of wine. The soft sound of classical music filled the air. He found that he didn't like complete silence, so the sounds of nothing but instruments was the perfect thing to play. It was mindless and relaxing with it's lack of lyrics. The sounds of the string instruments also reminded him of Y/N, his fiancee. His soon-to-be wife enjoyed playing the violin and would often play for him.

Chuuya's fiancee had gone out with friends for the evening. Now that sky was change colors, she returned home. The soft sounds of the music drifting to her ears. Y/N couldn't help but smile at that, it meant her soon-to-be husband is home. Any other day she would be home before him.

Leaving her heels at the door Y/N made her way to the living room where she knew her love would be. She smiled seeing him on the couch. Gently she placed her knees on either side of his thighs, her hands on the back of the couch to help support her so her head was just above his. She watched as Chuuya smiled knowingly, but didn't open his eyes. Wanting to see her lovers beautiful blue eyes she leaned down and very quickly pecked his lips adding a simple, "Hi Chuu!"

Knowing what Y/N wanted, his opened his eyes saying, "Welcome home Princess."

Putting his wine down in the side table, Chuuya went to cup his fiancee's cheek wanting a proper kiss, but she moved away him to quickly to do so.

"If you want a kiss then you need to dance with me. The perfect music is playing for it after all."

Chuuya could never deny his Princess such a request. So, he took her hand and stood from couch and started to lead her in a slow dance. The dress she still wore flowing with there movements.

Soon the dance came to an end, and with it, Chuuya got his proper kiss. Though even when the kids ended, the young couple stayed staying in an embrace, gently swaying to the sounds of another song that began to play.

Domestic Chuuya might just be one of my favorites. He's so lovable~

Unedited and all that like the other two

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OMG PLEASE KEEP FEEDING ME THIS GOODNESS I SWEAR UGH, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? DOMESTIC CHUUYA, YES YES YES, BYE I ADORE THIS! WOW. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

Chuuya was stubborn. A hot-headed bastard that he was—always enlightened in the moment of stress and decaying agony when it came to working for the Port Mafia. However, a finger dance on his palm was all he needed. Gentle smile rising on your lips. His heartbeat steadied. Arms slowly wrapping around your waist; a soft yet sturdy grasp, enough to portray his protective side. Music was barely audible in the background, yet the soothing honey kissed tone of your voice was enough to have Chuuya hum along your own melody.

The feeling of being in love—to soon call you his wife. And with the thought brushing past his mind, he tightened his grip on you. A sway of the hips cause his forehead to touch yours as a chuckle tumbled its way out of your lips. Red-stained wine lipstick. The color he adored the most.

Gently, he placed a peck on your lips, not wanting to smudge the color. When he pulled away, a kiss mark was left on his lips that allowed you to giggle. He wanted to wipe it off. Instead, he chose not to, and then planted a kiss on your forehead as your hum soothed his racing heart.

The feeling of being in love.

How beautiful.

#THANKS FOR FEEDING ME #NGL THIS IS HELPING ME WANNA WRITE #AND GET BACK IN THE ZONE #SO THANKS MY DEAR!! 😭🤍 #anon: 🌥️ #ask drabbles: chuuya nakahara #chuuya fics: 🌥

[averageteaenjoyer]

Summary: You and George spend the morning romantically dancing in the middle of the kitchen.

Pairing: George x reader

|Sorry if I have mistakes, English is not my first language|

|I hope you like it|

Marimba rhythms

A few drops of cool water ran down to your fingertips and fell like swallows to the floor, leaving tiny puddles in their wake, while a couple of clean plates flew into place on the shelves. The morning sun smiled benevolently through the kitchen windows and several sunflowers nodded their petals to the spring wind, which ran like a young horse along the flower meadow. The rays of the warm sun playfully sent the sun bunnies to run along the walls of the house, as if they wanted to find new friends and embark on a morning waltz with them. The aroma of flowers and morning black coffee with pancakes mixed into a whirlwind of fluttering butterflies, just waking up from a long winter sleep.

(Y/n) slowly wiped her hands on a towel lying on the table and immediately stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and fatigue. Several golden threads of the sun adorned her bare legs, slightly tickling her body, sending a herd of goosebumps to race across all open areas, forcing the girl to finish stretching as soon as possible. Her fingers slid to the radio standing on the table, near the vase with tulips, setting in motion a small technique, and as soon as the quiet melody reached her ears (Y/n) swayed slightly towards the mugs with morning coffee. Black with one spoonful of sugar for him and with milk and two teaspoons of sugar for her.

Placing drinks on a tray with two plates full of pancakes and several fillings in the form of honey and strawberry syrup, the girl began dancing out of the kitchen to the stairs to the second floor, where the bedroom is located, until a familiar song stopped her halfway. The first few notes ran through the sunny kitchen making (Y/n) freeze in place thinking about whether to listen to music or continue her way upstairs. But her legs carried the girl back, leaving the tray on the table near the exit from the room, immediately moving closer to the radio and making the music louder.

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Legs immediately rushed to circle (Y/n) in careful turns between all the obstacles of the kitchen. Hips deftly beat their own rhythm of the dance while their hands traced patterns in the air, completely unafraid to hit anything. The sun smilingly watched the girl's dance, sending her solar dancers as partners. The girl closed her eyes relying on her memory of space and whirled around in a waltz, not paying attention to the glare of the sun, which was trying to warm her body, as if urging her to dance at an even greater pace. (Y/n) grabbed a flower from a vase and made it her imaginary partner. She continued to almost jump among the chairs and other accessories. Coffee and breakfast lonely cooled on a table completely forgotten.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance, you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

Heavy footsteps were quietly heard at the entrance to the room, and a tall figure froze for a second in the doorway until a soft laugh escaped his lips, and a honey voice ran in a warm wave across the room:

“Well, and I thought that someone here needs help.”

(Y/n) immediately froze in place, caught red-handed, but catching the glance of brown eyes so closely following her figure, she laughed softly.

“Well ... a pair of strong hands would be useful to me” girl took a few slow steps forward, rolling the tulip in her hands “Weasley”

George smiled coquettishly, pushing away from the doorway just as languidly approaching (Y/n). His fingers confidently slid to the girl's palms, taking the flower from her hands and immediately sending it back to the vase.

“You won't need it anymore” man smiled and stretched out his hand forward “let me invite you to dance, love.”

“How can I refuse you, Mr. Weasley?” (Y/n) giggled again and clinging to the twin's hand clung to his strong body.

“Thank you” George hid his one hand at (Y/n) waist while the fingers of the second intertwined with those of his partner “now my favorite part of the song will play.”

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

Their bodies swirled in an impromptu waltz as their feet carried them in different directions of the kitchen. George deftly led (Y/n) between all the obstacles, not taking his eyes off her figure, while she carefully looked around in an attempt not to crash into something. The man smiled lovingly and leaned forward slightly.

“Have I already said how beautiful you are, dear”

(Y/n) playfully examined the joker's face and slightly stretched her neck towards his face in an attempt to be closer.

“You say that too often, Georgie. I think I will soon feel like the beauty queen of this world” (Y/n) giggled, forcing the wrinkles around her eyes to become more visible than usual.

“But you are already a beauty queen.”

“Then you are the king of beauty, no, you are the GOD of beauty” Weasley smiled lovingly at the girl's words, again bending closer, catching her nose with his lips.

“Then you are Miss Universe, (Y/n)” the man smiled with satisfaction and continued in a teasing manner “now you won't argue with me.”

“Ah well!” the girl immediately caught herself and slightly moved away from the twin (receiving a displeased moan from his lips) and quickly examined him “since I can't give you a title, I'll just name everything that I love about you!”

“Really?”

“Of course” (Y/n) breathed as much air into her lungs as possible and looking into George's eyes began to happily list “I love your eyes, they remind me of the hot chocolate that you always cook for me, I love your shoulders because I can always hide my face there, your palms because they are always so warm and I love when you hold me in your arms, your hair, because it is so soft and I can always ruffle it and do some stupid hairstyle, I love your lips because they are so soft ... George ... I love you all because you remind me of family” (Y/n) broke into a smile from ear to ear and happily looked into the man’s eyes “you are my home, George.”

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

The smile on the man's lips quickly lit up his entire face and (Y/n) thought that he seemed to brighten up with happiness. Weasley, without wasting a single second, spun the girl in a crazy dance, as if they were in some stupid Spanish movie where they dance hot flamenco, as if their whole life rests on their movements. The twin twisted the girl around her axis and grabbing the partner's hips again carried her into an already more energetic dance, turning the kitchen into an impromptu scene. Several drops of sweat rolled down from the man's forehead that he pressed so hotly to (Y/n) forcing her to hug partner’s neck tighter to keep up with the rhythm of his hips and long legs.

"Are you tired yet, Mr. Weasley?" (Y/n) coquettishly raised an eyebrow watching the lively man opposite.

“No way, love” George slowed down his movements a little, but continued to heap to the beat of the music, without taking his eyes off the girl's face “but if you want to rest, honey” the man immediately knocked over (Y/n) holding her back with both hands “I'm always ready provide your services.”

“I’m still quite young, Weasley” the girl pulled herself up and returned back to a stable position “please do not underestimate me.”

“I would never” the joker innocently shrugged his shoulders, forcing (Y/n) to spin around her axis again, but this time pulling it even closer to his body “(Y/n) ... I want to kiss you so badly right now.”

(Y/n) giggled in embarrassment, looking at the man from under her eyelashes:

“You can always do it, George.”

The younger twin languidly closed his eyes and carefully placed his palms on the girl's cheeks, lightly stroking them with his thumbs, while (Y/n) looked expectantly into the man's brown irises.

“Can I kiss you, my love?” George softly whispered almost against girl's lips.

“Any time, Georgie,” (Y/n) answered him just as quietly.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway, I go weak

The sun still silently illuminated the kitchen, kissing the tulip petals with its warm rays, while outside the window the spring wind played with the young grass. Birds sang romantic May tunes, as if feeling the whole atmosphere of this morning, and watched with interest the frozen couple in their home.

George moaned weakly into (Y/n)’s lips tasting her kiss again. The man impatiently licked the girl's lower lip, asking to let him inside, and as soon as he received a silent permission he immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth, feeling the familiar warmth. (Y/n) gripped Weasley's shoulders tighter so as not to fall to the floor because of the unexpectedly buckling legs and it seemed to her that the air around them became slightly hotter. George immediately caught a silent plea and immediately grabbed the girl by the waist, holding her, and at the same time began to impatiently lean forward.

The faint aroma of almost weathered expensive perfume surrounded the couple, tickling their nose, forcing (Y/n) to literally faint from an overabundance of sensations and the only thing that helped her was a quiet melody in the background creating an atmosphere of a warm and bright morning, preventing her from completely losing herself in a man, adding to her desires to finish the dance. Weasley, having caught the girl's silent desire (as he could always do), allowed himself to lose himself in the kiss for the last time, slightly pressing on (Y/n), but immediately overpowering himself, slowly pushed back from the girl, interrupting the kiss.

“I love you, (Y/n)” George quietly whispered right into (Y/n)’s lips, not yet ready to let her go.

“I love you more, George,” the girl babbled just as silently, feeling how the Weasley began to slowly sway to the rhythm of the song, dragging her along.

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now.

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[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

Your Energy

Klaus hargreeves x reader, Diego hargreeves x reader (platonic)

Description: You and diego have been friends for a while now, and he finally agrees to you meeting his family. Klaus, in particular, takes a liking to you - but how will they react when they find out you have powers?

Word count: 1.9k

(There's no warnings other than swearing and this tiny tiny tiny moment in the second part that is NOTHING like smut, but I guess it could be implied? Idk, you'll know what I'm on about when you read it)

• Okay.

• You are one of the 43, but Reginald couldn't get you.

• Your power was being able control energy, and that included spiritual energy.

• This meant that you could see people's souls and auras, dead or alive.

• You and Klaus met quite strangely, to say the least. You were one of Diego's close friends, and after years of knowing each other, he finally let you meet his family.

• It was a warm summer's afternoon when you and Diego arrived at the Umbrella Academy. Just as Diego was about to open the main doors, you both heard bellowing screams coming from inside.

• Silently, you both shared a confused glance before proceeding to walk through the doors.

• Standing before you in the main hall was a very large man, who seemed to have somebody on his shoulders. They were seemingly fighting, the larger of the men trying to get the other off his shoulders.

• "Uhh, Diego, does this happen all the time?"

• Before he could answer, the broad shouldered man threw his opponent from his shoulders and directly into you, sending you flying backwards.

• In this case, you'd be able to stop yourself from falling and float in mid air, controlling your gravitational energy. However, this came as such a surprise that you didn't have time to save yourself.

• You were sent back through the open doors, and onto the empty street. The person who had been launched into you laid half on top of you, half next to you.

• Not a second went by before you used your powers to lift the man up in the air. Getting up from the cold pavement, you dusted yourself off.

• "What the fuck is going on?" He asked, in quite a calm tone.

• Diego jogged through the doors, running over to you.

• "I could ask you the same thing." He scolded, standing in front of you. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he asked if you were okay.

• "I'm fine," you responded, "just hurt my back a bit." You looked up at him with a small smile. Carefully, you lowered Diego's brother down until he was back on his two feet.

• You only just realised that your summer dress had ridden up slightly, and you blushed as both Diego and his brother watched you pull it down.

• "Y/n, this is Klaus." Diego muttered under his breath. Smiling, you turned to him and stuck out your hand.

• "It's wonderful to meet you, Klaus. My name's y/n, but you can just call me y/n/n!"

• Instead of shaking your hand, he bent down slightly and placed a chaste kiss on one of your knuckles.

• "It's my pleasure." He replied, a small smirk on his face. Only then did you notice somebody standing behind Klaus; he wore a black hoodie and had his arms crossed, yet wore a bemused expression.

• Instead of introducing yourself to him, you shot a small smile his way. You wanted to wait until you got into the mansion to properly get to know everyone.

• When he saw you smiled at him, he seemed confused, and looked behind him as if to see if anyone else was stood near him. Contently, you turned back to Diego.

• "Can we go inside?" You politely asked, and Diego stuck out his arm for you to hold. "Be my guest."

• Once you, Diego, Klaus and the mysterious man got back into the house, Diego called for everyone to come to the living room.

• Slowly, everyone trickled into the common area, the last being a 13 year old boy. Once Diego noticed the last of his siblings enter the room, he closed the door behind him.

• "Everyone, this is y/n." You smiled, looking at everyone in the room, hearing them all say hello. One by one, they all went around and introduced themselves, until you got back to Klaus.

• "Y/n/n and I have already met." Klaus proudly admitted to group. Next to him, the man wearing the black hoodie spoke. "God, Klaus. Don't act so love sick."

• He looked both irritated yet amused, which made Klaus turn to him and roll his eyes. Laughing, you stuck out your hand.

• "I don't believe I've introduced myself," you replied, "it's lovely to meet you."

• You felt everyone's eyes on you, burning into your skin. The boy in the black hoodie didn't shake your hand, but merely looked at you, a stunned expression plastering his face. Meekly, you took your hand back and fiddled with the hem of your skirt.

• "Who are you talking to?" Allison asked, not really understanding what was happening.

• "Ben." Klaus answered for you, wearing the same shocked expression as everyone else in the room. The only person who wasn't surprised was Diego.

• He perched on the end of a sofa. "Y/n's one of us, but our prick of a father couldn't adopt her." He looked almost proud and nodded towards you, as if to let you carry on.

• "Oh, right." You added. You were talking directly to Allison, but everyone listened intently.

• "Yeah, I can control energy. It's more complex than it seems, really. I can control all main types of energy like light, sound, gravity, the like. But I can also control spiritual and emotional energy. So if I really wanted to, I could change any of your emotions."

• "Spiritual energy..." five repeated. "That makes more sense."

• Now you were the confused one, furrowing your brows. "What do you mean?" You asked five, sitting down on the chair next to you.

• "What I mean," he started, "is that Ben's dead."

• The air lay thick among you all, as you turned to Klaus and Ben.

• "I'm...so sorry." You quietly spoke, avoiding eye contact.

• "Hey, don't worry about it." Ben said at last, smiling at you. "I've grown bored of only being able to talk to this moron."

• "Hey!" Klaus exclaimed as you laughed. Everyone else was silent as you, Klaus and Ben had your own conversation.

• "This is so weird." Luther whispered to Allison, who nodded in agreement.

• "Why don't we all go and get some lunch?" Diego offered, ending the awkwardness between you all.

• "Sounds good to me!" You replied, grabbing your bag. And with that, all of you were making your way out of the living room, off to Dennys.

☆☆☆☆☆

• All 8 of you were sat in a large booth, you sandwiched directly between Klaus and Ben. The waitress came around and took everyone's orders, and once she left, Diego hopped out of his seat at the end of the booth.

• "I'm going to the bathroom, if the food comes before I'm back and any of you even think about eating me fries, I'll cut you." You were very much used to his knife threats, so didn't dare going near his food. As soon as Diego was out of earshot, everyone bombarded you with questions.

• "Are you and Diego dating?" Allison asked, eyes wide. "How did you two meet?" Added Luther. "Where do you live?" Five questioned, kind of creepily. "Are you single?" Inquisioned Klaus, quiet enough that only you heard him.

• "Jesus christ, guys. I live a few blocks away from Diego, which is how we met. I was at target, and was about to get the last bag of doritos, when we both reached for them. Finally, no, Diego and I aren't dating. However we do have lots of sleepovers."

• Happy with how you answered the questions, everyone turned to each other to star their own conversations. You leaned in to klaus, and very quietly whispered in his ear.

• "And yes, I'm single."

• You weren't going to skip around the fact that you found Klaus attractive; his messy hair, dark eyes and cheekbones chiseled by the Gods did something to you.

• Diego returned, sitting back on the end of the booth, just as two waitresses walked over with arms full of plates and cups.

• You only started eating once everyone had gotten their food; you ordered a bowl of fries and a strawberry milkshake, your favourite. The restaurant hummed with chatter as the people around you laughed and quietly spoke to each other.

• "So Vanya, Diego told me you play the violin, right?" She nodded, taking a sip of her cola.

• "Yeah, I play in an orchestra." She added.

• "That's really cool! I played the flute when I was a kid, but now I-"

• As you spoke, you felt a warm hand on your thigh. Klaus's hand was soft, his slender fingers slowly inching their way up your leg, sliding underneath the skirt of your dress.

• "Now I play the drums." You finished, taking a sip of your milkshake. Before you could swallow, you felt Klaus's fingers get dangerously close to your underwear. You choked on your drink, coughing like it would save your life.

• Klaus removed his hand as Luther passed you a red napkin. "Thank you." You uttered, still trying not to cough up your strawberry milkshake.

• "You better get used to this, there's no escape now you've met him." Ben advised, a smug grin lining his face.

• "You can say that again."

☆☆☆☆☆

• Roughly a week had passed since you met Diego's family, and you couldn't stop thinking about it.

• After you all went to dennys, Allison suggested that a game of bowling would be fun. Spoiler alert: Luther broke the mechanism at the back of the bowling alley by bowling the ball too hard.

• You were sat in bed in your apartment, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Realising it was just past midnight, you turned your light off, switched off your phone, and laid down.

• After a few minutes of trying to get to sleep, you heard the window open behind you, and the sound of someone crawling through it. Not in the mood to deal with an intruder, you used your powers to slam them against your bedroom wall. With your other hand, you turned on your light switch and found Klaus pressed up against your wall.

• "For shits sake, what are you doing?" You asked, letting him go. Ben stood next to him, leaning again the wall.

• "Go on, Klaus. Tell y/n why you've broken into her home at midnight, despite me warning you not to."

• Klaus was silent for a second, his tired eyes staring in to yours. He wore the same outfit from last week, looking like he came straight from the mansion.

• "Uh, y/n, would you like to go out with me?"

• He actually seemed pretty nervous, despite how he had been acting at Denny's.

• "...now?" You asked, looking at the clock.

• "Not now, but maybe tomorrow? Diego told me you have a day off and I was thinking maybe we could..." he took a deep breath, and looked down at the floor. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

• He made his way back to the window, but you managed to convince him to stay.

• "Klaus, of course I'd like to go out with you."

• You spoke in a gently tone, not wanting to startle him.

• "Plus, if you want to, you could sleep over here?" You knew it was a long shot, but it was worth a try.

• "I'll only stay if you give me a makeover!"

• "Deal."

• That night was filled with a lot of sad movies, you painting Klaus's nails bright pink, and Ben rolling his eyes about 400 times.

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[writerfae]

Okay I'm talking about modern AU Taiden non-stop and I could for all eternity but also let me share some canonverse Taiden hcs with you this time:

assuming that they end up together sometime after the events of The Knights of the Alder

whenever Aiden visits the Willow Court Talon is assigned as his personal guard

Henry insists on a guard because he wants to make sure his brother is save and he thinks Aiden would feel more comfortable when it would be someone he knew

you know the two weren't really fond of each other when they first met but they became friends over time so though Talon is annoyed about having to "babysit" Aiden at first both get used to it with time and got even closer that way

Talon becomes quite protective of Aiden, not that he would ever admit it, but he's very determined to keep his friend save

I think at some point both start crushing on each other but never act on it (mutual pining at its finest)

okay but I actually have a headcanon about their first kiss

they're on a feast, right, and Talon has to look after Aiden, but he somehow manages to lose Aiden in the crowd, he's already starting to get a bit worried (both about Aiden and losing his job) when he finally finds him

he's with some other random fae who's shamelessly flirting with Aiden and Aiden is kinda getting along with it cause he's pretty much drunk because the fae gave him a sip of their fae wine and that's nothing you should give a mortal ever because it makes them kinda high (but since in this case it was just a sip it's not that bad, don't worry)

that of course rings Talon's alarm and after yelling and cursing at the fae he pulls Aiden away from them and takes him outside the ballroom for him to come to senses again and also for Talon himself to calm down because he's furious

Aiden complains of course and they bicker and at one point Aiden says something along the lines of "just because you don't want (to kiss?) me, doesn't mean that no one does" and makes some witty comments and Talon just wants him to stop talking so he kisses him. twice.

after that incident things are a bit distant between them because Talon doesn't think Aiden remembers (even though he does), also he has a bad conscience because he feels like he took advantage of Aiden being drunk and Aiden on the other hand doesn't bring it up cause he thinks Talon doesn't talk about the kiss because it didn't matter to him and oh well you can see where this is going

eventually they talk about it tho and sort things out and finally end up together

"I'm sorry that I kissed you back then." "I am not."

Aiden doesn't live in faerie all the time but he often visits and he visits even more when he starts dating Talon

Talon on the other hand would sometimes visit Aiden in the human world and Aiden teaches him a lot about humans

I imagine they would like to travel together a lot, showing each other their worlds and exploring new things

for example, I could imagine that they visit some wild fae clans. both are curious about those and Aiden, being part of the Wild Hunt, has already made some wild fae acquaintances that invited him, also it would be good for diplomatic purposes (to strengthen the bond of the wild fae to the fae of the Willow court and understand each other better)

during their stay at one of the fae clan villages they get tattoos together (yes wild fae do tattoos - or something pretty similar to that)

Aiden gifts Talon his necklace with the crow pendant at some point, with Talon giving him a brooch with his family crest in return, so that they have something of the other when they are separated

they write each other letters (love letters, yay)

I don't know yet if Aiden would eventually move to the faerie realm completely, but at least till the death of his father he'll totally stay in the human world (apart from his visits I mean)

speaking of fathers, Talon's father wasn't all too pleased with his son's choice, but Talon wasn't having any of it

I'm not gonna talk about problems they may have to face and I'm totally not gonna talk about Aiden's mortality because I want to cheer myself up with this not make it worse. positive content only.

the two still practice swordfigting together, sword fight sessions often turn into make-out sessions tho xD

Talon is very attentive, always making sure that Aiden is comfortable and content

I have this hc that when Aiden grows older Talon makes himself look a bit older too (with glamour), so Aiden doesn't feel odd

they like to go stargazing together

Talon always kept his hair short and straight, but Aiden likes how it gets the tiniest bit curly around the edges when it's just a bit longer, so Talon let's his hair grow out a bit more then usual

he is also kinda insecure about how tall and lanky he is? but Aiden makes him feel better about it

Aiden's brown eyes are plain compared to the fae's gem stone eyes, but for Talon that's what makes them especially beautiful. they're so dark and deep and some days he feels like he could drown in them

Talon often kisses Aiden's hand(s) and forehead and Aiden always giggles when he does it and it's adorable

when they share a bed, Aiden always hugs Talon close and Talon likes it because it makes him feel save, also he likes to listen to Aiden's heartbeat

no one would've expected the two to work out and last so long, but they did, till the very end

they've never been as lovey-dovey and open about it as Callan and Henry, but they really love each other

there's still banter and teasing in their relationship and sometimes they quarrel but they always made up somehow

even in canon Talon is always the one who's feeling cold and Aiden is the one to keep him warm

Aiden loves it when Talon plays the violin so he often asks Talon to play for him. and he does.

I could go on but this is too long already ahaha, I'll stop now. Anyway, I love these two. They may not be canon in the main story, but they still have a great future ahead of them 😌

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[etlunainmorte]

"You really sure you don't wanna come?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for inviting me, anyway."

"Alright, then! See ya!"

You waved goodbye at your new colleagues, wishing them well, and watching them with a slight smile as they went, in groups, to the theatres to see the latest Marvel movie.

What was it again? Oh. Doctor Strange, The Multiverse of Madness.

"Would you like that movie?" You asked yourself in a low voice as you turned around and walked straight to the opposite direction. "Huh,... V?"

As a matter of fact, you would never know the answer to that question. Or maybe you could, if you invite him over to see it with him. The man has an undeniably great taste in the arts, you couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would be upon seeing it.

If he would come, that is.

For one thing, he's always busy with his work as a Devil Hunter. Second, said job ate most of his free time.

Third, he lived far away from you.

You sighed as you noticed the young couple sweet talking with each other inside your favorite coffee house to your left. Clicking your tongue and cursing yourself with your luck, you decided not to torture yourself and skipped your favorite frappe for the day.

How could anyone blame you, though? It's not as if you wanted to move away from him in the first place, no.

It's this job. This job you've been dreaming of for years. Well, you loved your previous job, yes. But, the moment this great opportunity came knocking on your door, you just couldn't help but accept. However, it required you to move away from your boyfriend.

Well, the distance would mean nothing to you if the new job was only a few blocks away from home but, no. It required you to move three districts away from Red Grave. Past rustic Swan Lane and rural Gaol Town to a bustling district called Wifmann.

Your heart twitched in pain the moment you remembered V's face when he found out. Of course, the man was beyond sad, and because of that, you were willing to refuse the offer. Hell, you just can't choose career over the person you loved, no!

However, he made a selfless decision and told you it's alright to grab this once in a lifetime opportunity. He was well aware of your dreams, and he wanted you to succeed in your chosen career. And in life. 

And so, here you were, living your daily life without the man you love, waking up each morning without him by your side, going to work without him to kiss you, going back home without him to hug you, and going to sleep without him to whisper sweet nothings to your ear and lull you to sleep with his soothing voice as he read to you your favorite poems.

Sometimes, you were wondering: was it really a good idea to live like this? Sure, you were getting the best things in life, your dream job, an amazingly generous pay check, the most friendly and competitive colleagues, decent bosses ( at least ), a wonderful urban neighborhood that was so different from what you were used to in Red Grave, and, very soon, a house you would call as your very own.

But, all these wonderful things,... in exchange for your one true happiness in the world.

It was very easy to say that, with each passing day, you were steadily getting bored of your monotonous, successful career woman schedule. With each passing day, you found yourself getting closer, and closer, to the inevitable. All that glitters is not gold, indeed. For once, you were lured by this shimmering bait, and now, you felt nothing. You were no longer happy with this empty existence.

And exactly eleven months later, you've had enough. You have made your decision, and you would definitely see this through.

Tomorrow, you would pass the resignation letter you made the other night. You would pass it and go home to V. You couldn't care less that you're turning your back on this so - called wonderful dream life. You're going back to your real home, and that's it.

Back to where your true happiness is.

Suppressing the tears that was brought upon by mere thoughts of your beloved, his deep, calm voice, his ever - charming smile, and his gentle green eyes, you entered the quiet suburban neighborhood and walked straight to the right where your little house was. You opened your hand bag, and took the key from it. You were about to open the door when you heard an achingly familiar sound coming from the living room inside. It was the sound of a violin, and a piano accompanying it. Someone entered your home! And,… not just someone!

The music,…

Was it,... Elgar?

Wait, if it is Elgar, then that only means - !

You grabbed the brass door knob, yelped when the door, itself, fell off its hinges, as if something forced it to open, and bolted inside, not bothering to take off your coat and bonnet,...

And there, standing in the, once, tidy kitchen and making a complete mess of it, was the man, himself, and his two familiars, who were most probably the suspects to blame for your damaged door, standing ( or flying ) right next to him, watching whatever he was making.

"I think you should put in the egg yolks, first, Shakespeare." The demonic bird instructed, as if he knew everything about baking.

"I,... don't think that's what the,... manual,... states." Came his deep voice.

"We should have watched a tutorial on the internet like what that noisy mechanic says,..." The bird answered, and as if something burned his back, he looked behind him and realized you were standing there, eyes blurry with tears and lips trembling with mirth. "Hey! Hey, V! She's here!"

The man called V turned around, green eyes wide with surprise, and pale face and jet - black hair a bit messy with flour and bits of some mysterious gooey – like red substance. And when he saw how,... emotional,... you were upon finally seeing him after such a long time, he couldn't help but tear up a little, as well.

"I,... ah,... " V stuttered, a hint of pink coloring his once pale cheeks. "Oh, my,... I,... please forgive me about the mess! I - "

"And the door," You cut him off. "And the sink. And the floor."

"Forgive me, I could clean afterwards - "

"And the music. And the surprise."

"Oh, dear! I hope you don't mind Elgar, my love,..."

"And the speaker." You sighed and smiled, finally letting your tears fall freely from your tired eyes. "Oh, V,..."

"Well, I - "

Everything happened in a matter of seconds. You running towards him and throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you without even a single care for your pristine clothes. And him reciprocating the warm hello you gave him as his arms went around your waist, holding you close, and burying his face in your fragrant hair.

Then, giving your head a tiny kiss, he whispered to your ear, his emotions overflowing in his voice, "Salut,... d'amour."

"Hello to you, too, my love." You answered, kissing him on his flour - powdered cheek. Then, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you, "What are you making?"

V gulped nervously. Letting you go for a while, he looked back at the mess that he and his familiars have created on the kitchen counter, and said, "I was,... going to make you a pie. Do you,... perhaps,... love cherry, my love?"

"Cherry pie, huh?" You said, and with a smug look on your proud face, you removed your bonnet, threw it carelessly aside along with your signature handbag, rolled up your sleeves, and tied your hair up in a ponytail. "I'll gladly help." Giving a sly look to the demonic bird on V's arm, you added, "What could a Demon bird possibly know about baking?"

"HEY! AT LEAST, I'M HELPING HERE!" Griffon squawked. Then, pointing with his wing at the feline familiar who elected to rest on the floor next to the table, he said, "LOOK AT THAT KITTY! SHE'S USELESS!"

You gave out an over exaggerated sigh as you placed your hands on your hips and hummed, wondering how to patch up your beloved's mistake. Somehow, he has already messed up the whole process of making the dough, and the cherry filling he has prepared and set aside for later looked suspiciously like Slimer's middle - aged elder sister.

"But, you're tired, my love." V said as he hugged you from behind, the thing he always does to distract you whenever you're busy doing something in the kitchen. Either to tease you or do something else entirely. Either way, it always worked in the past. But, not today. "I'm sure you want to take a rest."

"Yeah, let Romeo and I handle the rest, Juliet." Griffon agreed.

"No can do, Iago." You answered with a smile as you took a clean bowl and some of the eggs from the carton. "Let me help. I insist. You've come all this way to visit me, so I want to feed you a proper meal." Turning to V and giving him a sweet smile, you added, "And I think it's about time I teach you how to bake, V."

"Would it,... take long? You must be famished by now." The man asked, tightening his hold on you as if he doesn't want to let you go anymore.

Ah, how you missed his touch, his voice, his warmth,...

... his smile and his caress,...

You missed V so, so much,...

"It doesn't matter." You simply answered as you focused on the task ahead. "We have time. We would have all the time in the world, I promise."

It took him a few moments before he realized what you just said, and when he did, his eyes widened and burned at the same time.

Did you just - ?

But, what about - ?!

"I missed you, V." You told the man, your face away from him, your eyes starting to blur once more with tears of happiness.

V smiled, feeling the same emotions as you did, and pressed his lips against your left cheek. "I missed you too, my sweet, little lady."

"I love you, V."

"I love you more, (Y/N)."

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[madlymiho]

Hey there ! Ouf, so many characters implied here xD ! I'll mostly focus on Coby and his straw hat s/o, with some references to the others dear !

By the way, as it's not easy to write body details without knowing the gender, Coby's s/o is a she here!

Enjoy !

Coby - Scenario

This evening masquerade is going to be an incredible event for the marines. A parade of their best catches, after a significant battle against one of the Yonko. All the big heads have been invited to celebrate this, in Marine Ford. As a captain, known for his bravery, Coby has been added on the list. The admirals said he could be whatever he wants tonight, but it needs to remain fancy and definitely not to flashy. He’s thrilled by the invitation, but somehow a bit worried; he hopes the Straw Hat wouldn’t interrupt the party. He knows them well now. Not entirely because he still shares a link with Luffy, but mostly because he fell in love with you.

In front of his mirror, dressed with a beautiful dark tuxedo, a red shirt and a gorgeous golden mask with a black feather on the right side, he sighs loudly. He knows that the marines will probably display a lots of treasures tonight, and the sum would be high enough to appeal a lots of burglars, if they are brave enough to come in such a dangerous place. And the Straw Hat aren’t brave.... They are incredibly reckless. He knows they are up to something, yet his position towards them is blurry and not so easy to live anymore. What can he do? His duty? But his duty just calls for having you in Impel Down, and the thought is even less bearable than betraying his vow. However, as time flies, he can’t think about it anymore, because it’s time to go and he can’t be late at this event.

Downstairs, the walls of the ballroom have been redecorated with the finest burgundy tapestry, with dark curtains roll up with golden cords. The music is classy; violins and cellos are playing a soft tune, as the guests keeps coming in. The crowd is already impressive and various. Coby furrowed his eyebrows as he tries to recognize someone. However, it’s a hard task with all the masks, and some of them covered almost entirely the faces. He accidentally bumps into someone, and apologises, as he comes back to the reality. Coby doesn’t really feel at ease, so he decides to have one glass of champagne and maybe then, calms down his anxiety. He can’t help but look at all the women present here. He feels something. He hopes he’s not right, because he doesn’t really know what to do if you are around, with the Straw Hat. Since he knows you, things are...more complicated.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to our Special Masquerade! For the first waltz, we highly encourage all the young men here to find a partner, and open the ball!” A voice calls in a microphone.

Coby gulps on his drink as he feels many eyes focused on him right now. He grows beautifully, and even if he doesn’t truly believe it, those eyes aren’t lying. He feels like a prey in the middle of a dark forest, and as his cheeks tints pinker, he feels someone grabbing his arm.

“Would you make me the honor to be my waltz partner, captain Coby?” This person says, and Coby, intimidate, just nods.

The person drags him in the middle of the dancefloor, and fortunately for him, they are slowly surrounded by many others dancers. All the men seem hesitant or shameful, but the women are thrilled and keep smiling under their mask. Coby turns his head and analyzes his partner. She’s quite a beautiful catch. Her long hair are tied with various golden brooches, some strand of her hair falling around her face, decorated with dark pearls. Her ebony mask is made of lace, covering her eyes and her cheeks, only revealing pink plump lips and gorgeous almond-shaped eyes. Her dark dress shapes her a perfect body, and for a moment, Coby remains still. He feels guilty because he could only think about you. He doesn’t know if he should just decline the dance, but it’s too late. The music starts and she makes a step forwards with a gentle smile. Coby wraps one chaste arm around her waist and starts to follow the music. He’s not a very good dancer, but he tries his best not to climb on her feet. She laughs a little, and he doesn’t know why, but the lovely sound reminds him your face. They turn, and turn, and Coby feels her coming closer, almost against his chest.

“Relax, Coby, it’s me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looks at her smiling face. For a moment, he tries to put a marine name on her features, yet soon enough, he’s striked by the truth. He walks on your foot and you gasp, but laugh, amused by his clumsiness.

“Name!” He whispers, alerted. “What are you…,” he looks around him and suddenly drags you closer, until you bump into his chest. “What are you doing here?!”

“I’m dancing with my boyfriend…,” you reply innocently.

The music increases, and Coby seems to become a more passionate dancer with you. He doesn’t let lose his grip on your waist as his mouth is near your ear.

“You perfectly know what I mean! This is a marine masquerade…,” his voice is almost inaudible, but you can perfectly feel his anxiety. “And you are a Straw Hat!”

Once again, you laugh softly as you lift your chin up and smile. He doesn’t let you answer though; he digs his eyes in yours and pinches his lips.

“How many are…-”

“Good evening Coby!” Someone greets near his shoulder.

He turns his head and gasps, recognizing Robin, who’s dancing with a vice-admiral. The man is absolutely absorbed by her beauty and Coby understands what they are doing. They’re here to steal the marine’s loot.

“You couldn’t help, could you?” He snaps at your face, rolling his hands around your body to drag you away from the dancefloor.

Since you need to remain undercover, you simply follow him without asking question. You still keep a very smiling face, and as everyone is occupied drinking or looking at the dancers, you know no one would pay attention to Coby and you. He grabs your waist with a gentle yet firm grip, and soon enough, you’re both isolating on a large patio, facing the raging ocean. There are only couple here, and they are all kissing or cuddling, so it’s the perfect spot to have a proper conversation. Plus, the patio is really romantic. Thousand of torches are disposed to create a soft and cosy atmosphere and you can’t help but wrap your arm around Coby’s. However, he seems distant, looking at the darkness of the sea, unable to speak. You tilt your hand and fondle his shoulder, until he sighs and looks back at you.

“I’m a marine,” he starts, with a sad and confused voice.

“And I’m a pirate,” you continue, putting your cheek against his shoulder, both of you turning your back to the masquerade.

“I’m supposed to give the alert,” he says once again.

“And I’m supposed to knock you down and steal all your goods.”

Softly, a smile appears on his lips as he turns his head and looks at your masked face. He moves and rolls an arm around your shoulders, dragging you closer.

“Well, tonight I’m just a man with a mask as well. They told us we could be whatever we want.”

You look up at his face, your heart pounding in your chest. He seems serious, but also glad to be here, far from his anxious behaviors a few minutes ago.

“What do you want to be then?” You softly ask, feeling your voice a bit shyer than earlier.

Coby tenderly grabs your chin, and without hesitation, he puts a soft kiss on your lips and closes his eyes. You can’t help but smile, wrapping your wrists at the back of his neck, tilting your head to better feel his mouth on yours. He slowly moves his head backward and smiles at your face. Now, you just feel a bit guilty about the situation.

“Coby…,”

He presses a digit against your mouth and shakes his head.

“It’s the only night I’m not entirely Coby and you’re not entirely Name. Let your captain rob all of the marines’ goods. Let them fight if they want. I just want to be with you now.”

You can’t help but smirk, pressing your body against his torso, until you definitely notice that little shade of red on his embarrassed cheeks.

“So...You’re not arresting me?” You tease a bit.

And all of a sudden, Coby just presses you even more, his hands fondling your shoulders, falling to your waist, as he squeezes it gently, even more, a bit passionately.

“Definitely not, pirate.”  

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[lullabyofmyworld]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

For the people reading awtwb who want to punch Simon: I hope your sleeves get wet when you do the dishes.

15 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 23:55:02 GMT

#4

Give me a hand, pls: What things is Simon canonically good at besides fighting (and driving, according to WS)? I was helping a friend with a fic and we happen to have a long list of things that Baz is good at and/or are his hobbies, like playing soccer, plying tennis, playing the violin, doing magic, being a good student, dressing up. But what do we know about Simon? We have a list of things he doesn't excel at like talking, doing magic, dressing up, being a boyfriend (his words, not mine), I remember the mention of The Legend of Zelda, so I assume he likes video games? But let's see, does he like to cook? to draw? to do some sport? to read? What do we know about Simon Snow?

Anyway: If by any chance you want to read Simon being a beautiful genius, I recommend this fic. I think if I don't like the canon ending of the trilogy I'll take this one: Not an idiot by RooBadley

18 notes • Posted 2021-02-08 18:17:26 GMT

#3

About all those Carry On issues that the fandom is complaining about right now, (in a VERY NECESSARY post but innecesary disrespectful, in my opinion): I totally agree that it is a big problem if they pass by and nobody talks about them. But those issues still could be dealt with in AWTWB. With speciesism particularly, I think we could see some of that in those two Baz’s family crises that RR mentions in the synopsis. Baz and Natasha's relationship is something that is going to be adressed and maybe the time will come when Baz stops idolizing her, the same goes for Fiona who is hunting vampires (wtf, Baz is her nephew). And he realizes all the things that are wrong in the world of mages. I think before judging, I want to see how the story ends. I’m concerned that all this has to go into one book. In addition to all the pages that Simon needs to solve his own things (his mother, his magic, his identity, his future, his relationship with Baz, his relationship with the Mage, etc). But I’ll wait until I have the book in my hands to judge the whole story.

And I totally disagree with the kiss discourse. If it were a normal situation on a normal day in reality, of course non-consensus IS A PROBLEM. But the context in the book is this: Baz set the forest on fire, Simon tries to convince him to stop, Baz doesn't listen to him. Baz is going to die. Again: Baz is going to die and there is nothing Simon can do except take him by surprise. Is it an ideal first kiss? No. In this situation, with Baz on the verge of dying, is that important? No. The first thing Simon thinks about is the kiss specifically? No. He thinks about Baz, he wish he stop talking like that, that no one hurt him. Even at some point he asks himself: "did he need me to kiss him to get out of his suicidal state?" We cannot take that kiss as an isolated event. We have to take into account everything that is happening at the moment. Even Simon several pages later thinks that he could have saved Baz's life in another way. But in that instant he did the first thing that came to mind. I don't understand why we are talking about it in the first place.

I will have plenty of time to be disappointed and to come and complain when the last book comes out and the story is complet, if nothing I mentioned before is covered. But I still have faith in it. 6 more months!

25 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 21:46:41 GMT

#2

Unpopular opinion: Protagonist loses his powers in the end is overrated. Let's stop this. I know at least five cases (four and one that although he didn't lose it is a bit as if he had lost it) and each time I found it horrible.

Simon is the only one of the five whose story is not finished yet. So at least I have hope for him. The excuse that "they have to learn to live without magic" is stupid. You can make him evolve so that he realizes that his value doesn't lie in magic and still give it back to him. It doesn't have to be his usual magic. It can be any kind of magic. I'm already tired of characters who GIVE IT THEIR ALL and then "settle." There is nothing wrong with "settling". But I'm already bored.

40 notes • Posted 2021-06-06 23:07:51 GMT

#1

I don't really think there is a need to emphasize Deku's inability to lean on others. Because I don't think that's a problem. To save Bakugo he teamed up without hesitation, the same I remember when he was injured, after saving Kota. He also admires his teammates, knows their quirks and trusts them. And let's not start with "Heroes Rising" and everything that happened there. And that statement he made once, in which he wants to become a hero that doesn't worry his mother or something like that... I don't get the impression that he's playing the invincible out there. I truly believe that dropping out of school was carefully planned with All Might, as well as other adults. Also, I can't quite understand why people say that he doesn't know how to work in a team. And they minimize his victories.

42 notes • Posted 2021-03-22 23:48:10 GMT

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[zell-bell]

“Who is that?”

“She’s the Fox. Have you been living under a rock?”

“Oh, I’ve heard of her... The woman with violet eyes.”

Lights flashed in every direction as the stage began to come to life in every color, waves of spectrums rolling across its surface. Wood panels shifted around the edges until they clicked into place with a plethora of eyes peering up around them. The audience was hungry and many of them cheered in unison as a figure formed towards the back of the set as a silhouette behind large, silk curtains.

G’iselle stood in her place, waiting patiently for her cue. She exhaled slowly, calming her heart as it threatened to burst through her chest. Nearby, a Roegadyn she’d met a few days prior, stood stoically without so much as glancing her direction. He would be the one to set the pace of her performance tonight... he and his small band of musicians.

Zell bit her bottom lip and almost drew blood as a small Hyuran woman slid behind the curtain with her. Her blue eyes fixed on the Miqo’te with a smile reaching them, “You’re up, Miss Bellerose!”. She felt as if someone had slid the stage out from under her and she was plummeting somewhere far below.

“Very well, thank you, Alexis...”.

The Seeker stepped forward behind the group of men bearing their instruments, small and insignificant. This suited her for the time being as she caught her breath.

Around them, the lights had gone off and an announcer could be heard clearing his throat. Somewhere off to the side, Zell caught a glance of the man. A Lalafell. He stood atop a stool in a well-tailored suit covered in glittering sequins, bluish mess of hair on his head, waving his arm like a showman, twinkling eyes fixing on the massive crowd in the dark streets of Ul’dah. Some of them waved glowing sticks back at him as he began to speak, “And now, our last act for the evening! You’re in for a treat folks!”. He paused for dramatic effect and someone in the back yelled for him to get on with the show.

“As you wish, my impatient friend! Take it away, Miss G’iselle Bellerose! Your Fox of Ul’dah!”

As he turned to face the stage, it lit up like a million stars. The men in front of her stepped to the side and she was revealed to the crowd, which gasped in unison before falling silent as the Roegadyn readied his violin. The others around him had already set up.

Zell stood before everyone in her own stunning brilliance. A long evening gown flowed around her shoulders and down past her feet in a display of iridescent feathers that shifted from blues to pinks to purples. Her hair had been braided and hung loosely around her shoulder with crystals that made it look like her own personal galaxy. Her makeup only added to the theme. Every eye in the audience was on her, waiting for her every move.

As the violin began to play, she swayed in time with her eyes closed. One hand stayed against her breast as the other clung to the dress at her hip. Heels clicked on the stage just before the instruments around her drowned out the slight noise.

Violet eyes flew open as her black-inked lips parted and sultry, yet seductive tone filled the quiet crowd ahead.

“Everybody's always looking at me from afar.

Yeah, they are, I...

I can't help it, I was always meant to be a star.

I'm a star.”

One hand extended as if her words were meant for the audience and she quickly pulled it back towards her as she smiled while singing.

“They wanna be with me or just wanna be me

I could have them all.

But the one I desire is the one that just doesn't care.

It's not fair.”

Her eyes were focused on the crowd and her movements had picked up, swaying to the tune of the lead violin. It wasn’t lost on her that the man watched her intently as she danced with his song.

“All I want is you now.

But you're the only one that passes by.

All I want is you now.

Oh, I wish that I could read your mind.”

G’iselle offered the man a wink as she turned back to the others, her gaze meeting with many of those that had begun to sway along with her. Seeing their passion for her song, her dancing picked up pace and began to sweep along the stage, her flowing dress trailing her much like her tail. She spun in circles, throwing the train of the garment in the motion and revealing thigh-high leggings that glittered under the lighting.

“Why won't you kiss me? It's really so easy.

It's like you don't see me at all.

Why won't you love me? I know that I'm worthy

But right now you make me feel small.”

As the chorus finished, she paused her singing and allowed the violinist to continue as she consumed the attention of everyone below, dancing along the stage like a moth to the flame. The feathers swirled and dipped with her figure until she stopped and looked straight ahead again.

Every second that I'm thinking 'bout you is a dream.

Such a dream.

And I remember that you couldn't care less.

And it makes me wanna scream.

I'll keep my composure and act like I'm over it.

Like everything's okay.

But on the inside, I just wanna cry and cry.

It's not right.”

She grabbed at her throat in a mock action of screaming before falling to the stage on her knees, resting atop her dress. As the turmoil in the lyrics overwhelmed her, the crowd gasped again and she waved her finger at them. With a smile, she was back on her feet again, leaving with the music and allowing her voice to float on the air again.

“All I want is you now.

But you're the only one that passes by.

All I want is you now.

Oh, I wish that I could read your mind.

Why won't you kiss me? It's really so easy.

It's like you don't see me at all.

Why won't you love me? I know that I'm worthy.

But right now you make me feel small.”

The upbeat, poppy sound of her song started to fade when she stopped altogether, one hand outstretched to the heavens and the other between her breasts, heaving with her breath. As if the song had touched them in ways unknown, cheers filled the streets and flowers flooded the Miqo’te’s vision. Her eyes went wide with the adoration in front her... even seeing tears in some of the faces that looked back.

The Lalafell that had swept her onto the stage wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of his suit either in earnest or otherwise, raising his tiny hand into the air to calm the cheering. His smiling face turned to G’iselle as she struggled to catch her breath.

“My dear! That was fabulous! Stupendous! No doubt the reason the hosts saved you as our last act! Thank you for sharing your voice with us tonight!”, he dipped low in a bow and motioned to the crowd. Cheers began again as the Roegadyn reached forward and placed a hand at her back, beckoning her to return behind the curtain. Zell nodded and bowed briefly to the audience and walked off with as much grace as she could muster while her lungs heaved.

When she disappeared from view, she exhaled and closed her eyes. Who knew she’d ever feel compelled to enter a talent contest in Ul’dah? It had been so long and she’d not seen so many people in a long time.

Just as she reached down to pluck the heels from her feet, she noted a shadow forming behind her. Based on its size, she knew exactly who it was. Her theory was correct and she knew as soon as the deep, serious voice followed its halt, “Thank you for allowing me to play, Miss Bellerose. I will remember this moment for as long as I live”.

Without allowing her to respond, he bent his head down for the slightest second before he walked away from her. The other men followed behind, each bowing before disappearing into another corridor to play at the after party.

She stood there, hands holding at her chest as reality finally caught up with her. Her heart had retreated back behind her sternum and she leaned against the wall to steady herself. Slowly, she slid down to the floor and clutched her dress to herself. A huge smile formed on her lips and she made a small noise from her throat of excitement, a tiny little yelp of happiness. She hid her face against her knees and spoke softly into the fabric there.

“I did it, Adam.”

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