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cameronspecial · 1 month

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Really, Rafe?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Couple Arguments and Angst

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: What is supposed to be a romantic getaway starts to feel like something else when Y/N realizes the type of activities the resort has.

A/N: Inspired by this post (Totally not because Tom Holland liked the post).

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One rule in their relationship is that Y/N and Rafe take turns planning dates. Everything from small picnic dates to large vacation dates. This time, it is his turn to plan a vacation. When it comes to holiday trips, it doesn’t have to be far or grand. It could be a small thing, as long as it is a getaway from their normal life for at least two days. The last one they went on was when they both went to a small beach house in Myrtle Beach. Y/N was lucky enough to have found a private rental away from most of the city’s commotion. It was just the ocean, cocktails and the two of them for a week. It was absolute Heaven. As she watches the scenery pass by, Y/N can’t help her excitement as to where they are going. “Can’t you tell me where we are going?” she pleads. Her eyes are as big as dinner plates. He gently squeezes her thigh and throws her a smile, “That’s a secret for me to know and for you to find out.” She giggles with a shake of her head. “That is such a cliche saying.” He shrugs, “So? It still doesn’t mean I am going to tell you.” She gives him a playful pout and continues to look out of the window.

Ten minutes later, the dense forest turns to equally placed decorative trees and the paved road turns to decorative stones. He parks the car and steps out to open the door for her. She takes in the castle-like resort. The golden trimming and fascia remind the girl of Versailles. She imagines all sorts of things they can do together. Sit by the pool with a drink in hand. Relax thanks to the hands of a masseuse. Dine in fairytale-like restaurants. It takes her breath away, but only for a second because she finally spots the real reason why they are here. To the right of the building are expansive green plains with people of various ages swinging back a club to send the ball flying through the air. Y/N notices Rafe isn’t by her side and turns to find him unloading his golf clubs from the trunk. He packed the trunk, so she didn’t notice it. Disappointment falls over her as it all clicks into place.

“Really, Rafe?” she disgruntled. Her arms cross over each other and her right hip juts out. He looks at her with a tight-lipped smile, “What? This place has a great high tea evening, which I know you’ve been dying to try. And they have an indoor and outdoor pool that you could take advantage of. Plus, a great spa package for you to try.” This man is really digging his own grave. She lets out a bitter laugh. “You do realize through your whole little spiel, you always said you. Never we, like you expect me to do all those things by myself while you go off and spend all your time with your golf clubs,” she argues. Rafe’s eyes widen, “No, Sugar, you got it all wrong. I didn’t mean it like that. Of course, I planned on doing all those things with you. I promise I just brought my clubs in case you got sick of me and I need to give you some space.” She didn’t believe him. Not when a previous experience told her otherwise. It may have been four years ago when they started dating, yet a girl never forgets. Rafe had planned a date at a football bar. It would’ve been fine if his sole reasoning wasn’t to be surrounded by TVs to watch the game. Halfway through the date, other football fans joined their table to watch the event with him. She felt so ignored and unimportant during that hour. She left the date without so much as a goodbye.

She wouldn’t have seen him again if it wasn’t for how apologetic he was. He expressed remorse through his words and then flowers. She eventually forgave him, agreeing to another date. However, she never forgot the way that she felt in that bar. The humiliation of walking away from a man who paid her no attention. Up until today, she never regretted the decision to give him a second chance. Now, she feels the same way. She worries he didn’t listen to her concern about them not being able to spend a lot of quality time with each other because of how busy they have been with work. It’s the reason why they decided to go on this two-week getaway. To reconnect with each other and they couldn’t do that if he planned to spend all his time on the course. “Sure, that’s totally why you did it. If you didn’t want to spend time with me, Rafe, you could’ve told me. I would’ve given you the space and you wouldn’t have had to drag me with you here,” she criticizes, storming into the hotel to calm down.

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For the past five minutes, she has been cooling herself down in the resort lobby. Rafe has been at the front desk, probably checking into their room. She doesn’t know if she should stay or just call a cab to take her to the nearest train station. She watches as he points in her direction and the receptionist gives him a nod. The woman removes herself from behind the counter, walking over to Y/N with a smile. “Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N? Could you please follow me to the front desk?” the receptionist, named Kate according to her name tag, asks. Y/N hesitates to nod, yet still obeys the request. Once at the front desk, Y/N keeps her distance from Rafe. Kate types into her computer and turns it toward the female guest, “Mr. Cameron requested I show you all the bookings he made for stay here.” Rafe’s girlfriend stares at him with narrow eyes and he leans in to whisper in her ear. “I didn’t tell her what happened. I just asked her to show you what I booked.” She gives him a small nod, turning her attention toward the screen.

The list is long, but it is easy to recognize a pattern. Everything is reserved for a couple and not a single one is a tee-time reservation. She couldn’t argue that he had Kate remove his tee times because literally every single minute between nine in the morning and seven in the evening had something planned. She made a horrible mistake and accused Rafe of not caring about her. She turns to him with teary eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you, Rafe,” she apologizes, wrapping her arms around him. He lets her snuggle into his neck and wraps his arms around her waist. His lips rest on her forehead, “It’s okay, Sugar, I know I was really an ass on that date so long ago. I mean I can’t say I’m not hurt that you still think I could still be that idiot, but I am grateful every day that you chose to forgive me. Which means that I have it in my heart to forgive you too. I love you.” She presses her lips against his. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you too.”

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underthecrazy20 · 3 months

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Always with you ~ Yang Jungwon

Genre: Vampire!au, Soulmate!au, fluff, angst.

Warnings: Asylum esk themes, blood and some horror esk moments.

W/c: 4k

A/n: None of the actions/personalities portray any of Enhypen in real life. It's just for entertainment purposes.

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You sat in the window seat of your room in the orphanage, reading a book on animals of all kinds. The stuffed animals were perched along the ledge as well as on your rocking chair and the bed. They were the selected few the orphanage caretakers provided to keep you entertained, even though you were 'almost' eighteen, you wanted to keep them with you. A wardrobe stood up on the north wall–the same as the bed–at the foot of the bed frame. In the corner your body faced, was a cabinet with drawers and a few unimportant dusty objects that were on top. A simple faded green circle rug sat in the middle of the wooden floor with books of all kinds laid out open to the crisp air. Your plain light blue dress was spread out around your legs keeping your pale skin covered, and your waist long hair was pinned back nicely in its normal half up half down style you were always instructed to wear.

A gentle breeze came over you through the crack of the opened glass pane window, causing you to look down at the big front yard. Other kids played with outdoor games or dolls in the grass under the great oak trees; but you stayed inside in your personal assigned room for two reasons: one, the kids were frightened of the cold behavior you possessed around them and two, you were a vampire and was afraid they would be suspicious of how you did not behave like them. But you, out of everyone who stayed in the orphanage, only knew of your dark secret and had been determined to keep it that way. The sun was blocked behind the gloomy sky in the afternoon sky as the day went on; today was the day that no one had to go to the medical room for a check up.

The rain stopped thirty minutes ago, allowing the kids to play outside. Most kids that arrived here were sick and went under special treatments. But rumor has it that the treatments didn't turn into anything else but death. The caretakers favored treating you because of your dead like appearance and no matter what they put into you it would never make a difference. Of course you knew exactly why and the caretakers were slowly beginning to exploit what you were with each test. Something they injected into your neck did weaken you for a few minutes and made you lethargic which you did not like. But because you were a vampire you came back to your senses quickly and the caretakers would act as if nothing happened and that you were healthy. Not really fitting in and being the weird freak out of the bunch of kids that come and go here was beginning to feel stressful without anyone to relate to in this place.

Your abilities are to speak with any type of animal as well as take control of their mind and body. You tried your best to hide your gift as it previously caused trouble and damage to you back at the old orphanage you stayed at.

~Back at the previous orphanage~

Outside near the kitchen side of the building, hidden in the forest trees, you hunted for your next meal. All the other kids could eat freely with each other, while you took your food that the kitchen maids prepared for you to the woods where you could properly dispose of it and eat your kind of food. When you had gotten a rabbit to eat, one of the newcomers that arrived two days ago took interest in you and secretly followed you into the forest without you knowing. He didn’t find anything suspicious until you turned around freezing in place. Finding him standing a few feet behind you brought panic into your mind. Jungwon, who was also a vampire, was not surprised or scared like you had thought he would be. He only told you to be careful of how you hunted and then left without another word. But you ignored his warning and continued to live the way you wanted, Jungwon being with you every step you dared to take.

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The forest was beginning to become dusk as you walked back to the orphanage after drinking your third animal that day. As you stepped over a fallen log, a sudden twig snapped behind you. Pausing, you stayed still using your hearing to detect anyone around. After a few seconds of waiting, you heard nothing happening, so you continued to walk on. But not even taking two steps forward, a hand catches your wrist turning you around mid-step. You were then standing face to face with Jungwon. He was holding his index finger up to his lips to tell you to be quiet. Your defense cleared your mind once you figured out it was him who grabbed you.

"What are you doing out here at this hour?!" he whisper-shouted. You huffed pulling away from his strong grip.

"Eating," you replied, with a shrug. He sighed in frustration, glancing at the forest cautiously.

"If you don’t be careful someone will notice," he warned you. You rolled your eyes and began to walk again in the direction of the orphanage.

"I will be fine, you worry too much Wonnie," you teased him. He caught up with you and grabbed your hand.

"I worry because I care about you," he explained, sternly. “Do you remember what I told you that day by the pond?” Jungwon asked you. You sighed, turning to face him.

“We will protect each other for eternity,” you recited to him. He nodded, bringing his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear.

“I meant it, I want you to be safe, okay?” he spoke gently.

You smiled with a short nod and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips. Then continued to walk with him to the edge of the forest where you both could see the big stone house. You both walked up the side of the building rounding the corner to the front door. Reaching the great double doors, he stopped you from continuing into the orphanage.

"I love you, you know that right?" he asked in a whisper. So that any prying ears didn’t hear.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, giving his hand a squeeze.

Jungwon and you connected immediately after your first encounter, it did take a few days to talk to each other after the incident in the forest, but you two were inseparable after that. You both did everything together in secret to avoid suspicion. Jungwon was caring, protective, and loyal to you. He was your best friend and soulmate, the very strong bond was growing the more you two were around each other. It would be unbreakable soon enough.

Unfortunately the bond went to ruins in a matter of hours, the next morning very early when the days began to stay dark longer. You were in the upstairs living room reading a book by the fireplace using the light to see the words on the pages. Some footsteps brought you out of the world of ink. Before you could process any action, you were grabbed by two males that were much bigger than you, they pulled you up and dragged you down the stairs. You did not dare to make a sound as the other kids were fast asleep. The men took you outside down the dirt path to the front of the gate to a wagon that was parked close to the road.

The dawn was still far from peeking over the horizon, the only light was the lanterns on the wagon. All the while in the distance stood the headmistress who watched you be taken away with relief. The wood scraped your back at the force they used to hall you up into the wagon. Taking one last glance at the house, fear and pain filled your heart as you realized Jungwon didn’t know you were being taken. He would be so worried and heartbroken. You can’t just leave him.

“Jungwon!!” you suddenly shouted out, startling the men in the wagon. They quickly silenced you before you could call once more. As the world around you went dark and the sound and movement of the wagon began to drive away from the orphanage leaving your heart clenched in pain. Your bond ached for the presence of your soulmate.

In the later morning, Jungwon made his way through the whole house trying to find you, the confusion and fear blocking his mind was making him dizzy. As he entered the family room, he noticed a book turned over on the floor next to the fireplace. He came up to the book and picked it up, finding that it was the same one you had been reading.

“They took her early this morning,” a soft voice spoke behind him. Jungwon looked over his shoulder seeing a boy with black hair and pale skin around his age standing in the doorway holding a teddy bear. His name was Sunoo.

“Who took her?” he asked, he could feel his own eyes turn at the thought of someone hurting you. Sunoo shrugged.

“Someone, who doesn’t like vampires,” he responded. Jungwon stood up rushing up to him, getting up in his face.

“What makes you think there are vampires here?” he questioned as if it was a threat. Sunoo let out a giggle.

“You're not the only vampire who lives in this building,” he whispered. Jungwon backed away in shock. What? He is a vampire too? How is that possible? Just then another guy much taller than Jungwon and Sunno came in. His name was Heeseung, Jungwon remembered.

“Sunoo, leave him be,” he ordered. “The others are waiting,” Was he also a vampire?

“I'll be around if you need our help.” without another word Sunoo left the room. Jungwon sighed looking at the open window.

“I will find you," he vowed, speaking aloud as if you could hear him.

~Back to present orphanage~

You had not seen Jungwon since that early spring morning, leaving you to fall into a depressive state, everyday the pain in your heart grew as the days dragged on without Jungwon. But about two weeks ago, it was going to be your three year anniversary of your stay at this orphanage. One partly cloudy afternoon, you were outside when a hummingbird flew down to your figure, who was placed in the middle of the garden, squatting down to the plants picking the required daily rations of herbs for the kitchen. At first you were not interested and irritated with its presence, but after a few tries to grab your attention, you finally looked up at the bird sitting on the little wooden label stuck in the ground. You had found a little skinny white ribbon in its beak. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you gently took the string and plucked a basil leaf tying the ribbon around it then gave it back to the hummingbird. Sending it back where it traveled from.

Another week went by, around eight o’clock in the morning the same hummingbird came back this time to your window with a little note tied to its foot. You rushed to the window, opening it letting him come in. Once you retrieved the note it said, 'Wait for me.' Jungwon. You sat all day long with butterflies in your stomach trying to understand the message. A call from outside by the headmistress broke your train of memories. The boys and girls got called inside for afternoon tea and snacks making you mentally cringe. As for you, the thought of food other than blood did not peak your interest. Speaking of snacks, it was almost pre-feeding time, which was only one hour.

Closing the book on your knees, you began to stand up when a sudden movement came from outside of the window down in the trees. You looked to the distant trees near the edge of the forest immediately spotting a tall male around your age leaning against a tall tree. He was looking right at you with curious eyes, he had chestnut brown hair and his clothes were a different style then the boys who stayed here. His eyes were like a doe's and he also had a soft handsome face and seemed to be fairly tall. Your eyes remained on him until a few kids came back outside to collect their toys distracting you for a second. When you looked back at the male he had vanished. Humming in confusion, you shrugged it off walking away from the window.

Right around supper time, you finally needed to eat. Placing the last book back onto the shelf, you straightened up moving to the closed door reaching out to the door handle. When you opened the door however two female caretakers stood at the door blocking the way out. Their faces looked soft and friendly.

“The headmistress wants to see you, come with us,” the first one informed you. Feeling nervous and uncertain, you nodded slowly and followed them down to the left of the hall, but instead of moving more to the left to go downstairs to the office, they moved to the right. So you continued to walk past the entertainment room then down another hall reaching the end of it to the last door on the right. A feeling of dread came to your mind as the door opened and your body began to retreat from it. The second female caretaker caught your arm before you could rush back to your room. Quickly, she silenced you by covering your mouth with her hand, she then had help from the first caretaker and together they dragged you down the wooden flight of stairs down into the basement. The treatments were held down here, only, it was not a new month, so your treatment was already completed.

Fear clouded your mind as the stairs became more and more less, you did not know why you were being brought down here, but you did not like it.

“Please, my treatment is already complete! Why am I down here?” you asked as you fought their grip. Of course you got no answer. As your feet touched the cold damp stone floor, a male caretaker met the three of you at the end of the steps to help control your erratic behavior. Fighting the attempt to use your full strength, the door to the hallway leading to the room was in view now. Unfortunately, it was not an examination hall, no, it was an experiment hall with the metal chairs in the center of the room. The dimly lit hallway showed the headmistress of the orphanage standing with her arms folded neatly in front of her. A fierce look of determination and disgust plastered on her pug like face.

"Why am I going to the experiment chairs?" you frantically questioned her. She smiled reassuringly, which you saw right through.

"Just a few extra tests we need to do," she simply replied. You panicked by stuttering out noises of confusion. She gave a blank expression before giving a small nod to the door to her right. Without another moment to spare, the male caretaker began to drag you to the hallway.

"No! Please! Call it off?!" you cried out. "I don't want to be tested!!" No one listened. You tried to break free without using your vampire strength, but it didn't work as well as you wanted. The door opened and the hallway came into sight. Your body was forced forward; there were small windows above the doors on both sides lining the hall, the sun was beginning to set giving the atmosphere an orange hue.

A door, five rooms down from the main door, opened and a few female nurses surrounded the small box-like room working on setting up medical equipment. In the center a chair with leather straps was standing. Something in you snapped as soon as your eyes came in contact with the metal chair, shoving your arm hard to the right, you sent the male to your right into the wall making it cave in slightly. A different male to your left immediately grabbed your free arm only to struggle shortly after to keep his hold on you. Before any more damage could happen from you, a sharp sting came from the nape of your neck. You screamed in pain, then reaching back to your neck gripping the object, you pulled it around to your eyes, it was a syringe with a blue residue left in the tube. No! Slowly you began to lose control of your surroundings, slumping to the floor as your vision faded into darkness.

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You woke up in a forest full of trees, it was dull and misty outside around early morning. The birds sang sweetly in the trees and life in the forest was starting to wake up. Looking around the surrounding area, you noticed someone standing off in the distance. Walking closer, the person was wearing a gray blue sweater that had a hood, it was a strange style and looked from a different century. He seemed to have been looking around like he was lost until his eyes fell upon you. It was Jungwon. You felt as if your heart jumped to your throat, he was standing in front of you. Dashing a few feet ahead to close the distance between you both to touch him; a sudden invisible glass like wall trapped you from going any farther. You screamed out his name but he couldn't hear your cries.

Then the scene changed to a warm homey living room you had never seen before, but it wasn't the one that looked like a home, more like a boarding house. There were seven boys entertaining one another with a piano or dancing while some of them sat on a sofa laughing. A certain boy in the corner caught your eye immediately, it was Jungwon again. He was also watching the others play before his gaze turned straight to you. A smirk came along his face as he tilted his head to the side slightly, giving you a peek of his fangs. Found you.

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Jerking awake on the experiment chair, your body felt like led, it was only limited by the leather straps buckled down along your fatigued figure. The room was dark except for the small spotlight above you; to the right in the faint light was the door and a rolling table that had surgery tools displayed. Your senses heightened when your nose smelled something intensely sweet. Your mouth started to feel dry and tight, glancing to the table next to you was a bowl that held a deep crimson red liquid. Blood. But it smelled different, it was much more sweet then the blood you normally consumed. It was human blood.

One nurse was present in the room, but she was busy taking notes at the desk in the nearby corner to notice you wake up. With a powerful pull you tried to break free from the buckles, but to no avail nothing helped. Your voice could not bring aid either, you were stuck until the other nurses would come finish the work of the test, now that you were awake. But the blue liquid would soon wear off and you could officially escape this place you once called home. Your baby blue dress is replaced with a plain white dress as well as your nicely pinned hair was now down in a tangled mess from threshing around.

“Oh good, you are awake,” the nurse said, standing up.

A few minutes passed of sitting in the chair, the nurse finished not long ago attaching strange wires and needles in your arms. But you could slowly feel your strength come back to you each second that went by. Suddenly, the faint smell of smoke and fresh blood filled your nose. You sharply turned your head to the door. What was happening? Just then you could hear loud breathing and footsteps coming from upstairs. Then the word fire was shouted out faintly. Looking at the nurse at the desk, she finally stood up after hearing a female cry out from down the hall behind the closed door. She opened the door glancing both ways down the hall before her gaze fixed to the left. The look of fear and terror came upon her face, she then quickly shut the door locking it, after it was secured, she came over to the table of tools grabbing a surgeon knife as a weapon. Your eyes stayed fixed on the door curious as to what was out there in the hall. You heard slow stocking footsteps echo in the long hallway, before it stopped in front of the door. It was quiet, except for the shaking breath of the nurse who was cowardly hiding behind your chair. Your eyes watched the door’s movement carefully.

The lock on the door slowly unlocked itself before it creaked open wide. In dim lighting from the lights in the hall, a figure stood tall, it was a boy with blonde hair. He didn't look but fifteen years of age and held a playful smirk. His eyes were the only thing holding your attention at the moment. They were the color red. Blood red. His peering eyes gazed around the room landing on you and then behind you. As he stepped in the nurse screamed bloody murder and moved closer to the wall.

"Who are you?!" she squeaked. The boy stocked into the room keeping silent as he made his way to her. She dodged him and ran to the door only to be blocked by his frame in a blink of an eye. Superspeed. He then broke her leg and caught her as she fell to the floor and dragged her out into the hall. You sit frozen as you hear her cries fade into nothing, the smoke is getting worse and you could hear the orphanage breaking above from the fire. Not even a second after the nurse was dragged out a different person appeared in the door frame. He was shorter than the boy you previously saw, he had brown hair and puppy-like eyes. Glancing down the room he spotted you, he looked to his right and motioned his hand in this direction. Was he going to hurt you? Are there more vampires? A sudden strong pull grew in your chest taking your breath away. It couldn’t be. The boy moved out of the doorway letting in another person you didn't expect to see. Jungwon took his friend’s place in the doorway looking in. When he saw you, he didn't spare a second coming straight to you.

"Good job Jake!" he praised his friend.

"Jungwon?!" you exclaimed in shock. He gave a small smile, but then frowned at the wires and needles in you. His eyes turned red in anger, he began to take them off. Then he grabs the leather straps, breaking them off your body. As soon as you were free, you threw your arms around him holding tight feeling the ache of the bond heal.

"I'm here," his gentle voice said, returning the hug. He didn't change in personality, but his voice was more mature and smooth since the last time you saw him. He pulled away cupping the side of your face to look at you.

"I can’t believe it’s you, I missed you," you whispered, admiring his face. Even after years of not seeing him you faintly remembered his facial features that strongly return to your memories all at once.

"I missed you too," he said, kissing your knuckles.

Just then the surrounding of the building began to crack and crumble under you guys. Slipping out of the chair, your legs gave out under you from being in the chair without movement for too long. Jungwon then picked you up without a thought and transported you to the outside. When the cool fresh air hits you, you breathe in relaxation, the grass under your feet feels soft as Jungwon sets you down. He did however keep his arm around you to make you stable while you two watched the building go up in flames.

Soon six boys came out from the forest in a rush. You realized they were from that fever dream you had not twenty minutes ago. Jungwon's arms wrapped tighter around your frame. Resting his forehead against your temple in relief as your gaze continued to watch the fire consume.

"You're free now," he whispered. The realization came upon you and your body slumped into his body, your eyes closing in the process. He was right, you were free.

Two hundred years later, your steps were light as you made your way to the table where the members talked with one another. The business room was completely dark, the only light that was present was the city lights of New York outside. Your long black sleeve pencil dress sparkled in the light making you look like a diamond. You came around the table carrying your glass of red liquid, you gave Jay and Heeseung a smile as you passed them and then slipped in between Ni-ki and Jungwon. Ni-ki playful bumped your arm in acknowledgement, you smirked and repeated the same action to him. Jungwon noticed your presence after his conversation with Jake ended. His arm came around your waist hugging your frame close to his. You wouldn’t have changed meeting him in the forest that day, because as fate would have it, he would be in return your soulmate in eternity.

“You look beautiful my love,” he complemented. You grinned at his words.

“Thank you Wonnie,” you responded. He smiled, slightly shaking his head at his nickname, looking back at the live city.

“Are you ready for a new beginning?” he asked in a whisper. You locked eye contact with him before leaning in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Hearing the countdown of the New York ball drop.

“Always with you,” you replied in the same tone. Jungwon smiled, hugging you close if that was possible, allowing you to lean into his side. Then you and the boys raised your glasses to the new year of the 2000’s ready for a new beginning to happen.

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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A Selkie's Love

Summary: One day, while you're on your way to work, you return a leather coat to a man who dropped it. Only to find out later that the man who's coat you returned was a Selkie.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1845

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I pulled a muscle in my shoulder, so typing is very painful for me right now. That's what I get for taking apart a cat tree that's taller than me.

The first time you meet Tup, it’s a bright day. Sunny, without a cloud in the sky. And hot enough that you regret that you don’t have a job that allows you to work from home.

In fact, it’s a nice enough day that you consider calling out from work to just lounge in the sun on the beach. In fact, you spend a whole 30 minutes fantasizing about pulling your new bikini out of the closet and just laying in the sun while you got ready that morning.

Of course, you’ve always been too responsible for your own good. So instead of pulling on your bathing suit and calling out, you pulled on your thinnest and most comfortable set of business attire, and pulled your hair into a professional knot at the base of your head, and headed out of your apartment to the ferry.

You have several important meetings that you need to be present for today, after all. Not to mention the negotiations for the werewolves are finally entering their final stage and you’re so close to getting them the land that they need to be safe-

You release a heavy sigh as your phone chimes that you’re getting a new message, and you glance at the many messages as you walk down the street. Several of the notifications are unimportant (a reminder for your nephew’s birthday party at the end of the week, a notice that your rent has been pulled from your bank account, a text from your mom reminding you that she and her husband are going on a cruise next week and that you promised to dog sit-) though some of the emails you got that morning are important (the Vampire coven you’ve been in negotiations with have elected to move rather than continue negotiations with the other coven, and the company that was dumping toxins on native dryad land decided to pay a settlement rather than risk court).

But, all in all, it was normal stuff that could be dealt with when you got to the office. Nothing that you needed to deal with immediately. And nothing that was going to ruin your day before you even stepped into the office.

You flip your phone case closed and decide to take a moment to look around to see if there is anyone taking the ferry that you know. The ride is always a little less miserable when you have someone to talk to.

Your gaze lands on a massive family, where a group of identical triplets are practicing their howling under the prodding of an older sibling…or perhaps a cousin. Their parents seem to be doing their best to get them to stop, but don’t seem to be having any luck.

Not far from the family is a group of college students, huddled together around books and whispering frantically to each other, all of them clutching massive cans of some kind of energy drink, and you do not miss those days.

The only other person waiting for the ferry is a young man, strikingly handsome, with long hair pulled into a knot and a teardrop tattoo on his face. He’s talking on his phone, and has a nice leather jacket thrown over his arm.

Weird, it’s far too hot for any sort of jacket, let alone a leather one, but that’s not your problem. After all, it’s not your job to police other people.

Your phone chimes again and you flip the case open so you’re able to read the message just as the ferry pulls into the dock.

It’s a simple reminder from your boss about the food preferences for the clients for the day, and by the time you respond and have the message cleared, you’re alone on the dock.

You release a quiet curse and hurry towards the ship, only to pause when you see the very nice leather jacket that the handsome young man was holding only a moment earlier laying on the ground.

For a moment, you hesitate, and then you sigh and walk over to the jacket. Now that you’ve seen it, you can’t just ignore it. So you stoop down and pick it up, laying it over your arm, and then you hurry onto the ship.

The jacket is much nicer than you thought. Soft and warm, and you absently run your fingers over the soft material as you search the ship for the young man.

You peek into several of the large rooms, and heave a sigh of relief when you find him near the back of the ship.

“Excuse me,” You half jog over to him, “Sorry for bothering you, but you dropped your jacket outside.” You smile at him and hold the fine material out to him.

Now that you’re standing closer to him, he really is incredibly attractive.

He very gently takes the jacket from your hands, his gaze locked on your face, a look of surprise on his face, “...thank you.” He says slowly. His voice is low and pleasant to listen to.

“You’re welcome.” You reply with a bright smile, mentally giving yourself a slap. You know better than to be distracted by a pretty face or a pleasant voice, some of your best clients were Sirens after all.

You open your mouth to say something, only for your phone to chime, “Oh. Um…I’m glad I was able to help.” You say quickly, before you turn away and press your phone to your ear, leaving the room to head to a different part of the ship.

You put the handsome man out of your mind. After all, it’s not like you’re ever going to see him again.

Several long days later, you’re very grateful that the weekend has finally arrived. Tragically, the nice weather from earlier in the week went away as a cold front came through, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You desperately need to get out of your home and go for a walk. Or a run.

So instead of pulling on your bathing suit and hanging out on the beach until you're cooked to a crisp, you pull on some leggings and a tank top, and decide to go for a walk in the rain.

You wander in the rain, enjoying the feel of the cool water against your skin and enjoying the peace and quiet that comes with the rain.

You meander through the streets until you come to the small beach that no one comes to regularly because of how close it is to the tree line and because of how little space there actually is to spread out here.

In fact, unless you’re misremembering, at high tide the water comes right up to the trees, which makes this beach a poor place for families to come and relax. But it is a nice place for you to clear your head.

So you settle on a raised root, and stretch out to watch the waves.

In all, you were probably sitting for about half an hour before you heard a startled noise from behind you. You turn your head and find yourself looking at the same young man from the ferry several days earlier.

He looks just as surprised to see you as you are to see him. Though, in retrospect, if he was on the ferry at the same time as you, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

The young man shifts his weight and nervously rubs the back of his neck. And you stare at him, bewildered. You can’t think of any reason why he’d be so nervous to see you.

He glances at you, and then his gaze darts away quickly, “Um…Hi.” He finally says, sounding incredibly nervous.

“Hi?” You turn on the tree root so you’re able to look at him properly. He’s soaked, but then, so are you. And you can’t help but notice that his ears are burning red, and he’s fumbling with something, though you can’t really tell what it is.

He really is incredibly handsome, you note, almost absently. He’s also incredibly fit, which you can only tell because his shirt is soaked and sticking to his body like a second skin.

“Um…so…I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you,” He says quickly, though he’s still not quite looking at you, “I…uh…have something for you.”

“...for me?”

“Yeah.” He glances at you, and then walks over to you, pressing the item he was fumbling with into your hands. “Here.”

It’s a small box, and when you open it, your breath catches and your face burns. Because inside the simple box is a delicate looking ring with a beautiful blue stone set in the middle. “Is…this is an engagement ring-” You squeak out.

“Well, yeah. I figured…we should probably get married in the human way too-”

“What?!”

He looks at you, and though his face is darkened with a blush, there’s something soft and adoring in his gaze, “My name is Tup. I’m a selkie, and you returned my coat to me-”

You stare at him, “I…I thought that was a myth-”

“Uh, well, unlike a lot of the myths surrounding selkies, the whole coat and marriage thing actually is true.” Tup admits, “As a side effect, it also makes me completely enamored with you.”

“What?”

“Well, most people wouldn’t return a selkie’s coat. They keep them so we can’t run away, but you returned it without so much as a second thought.” Tup says with a small grin.

“Yeah, because it’s not mine.” You say faintly.

“You’d be surprised at how many people don’t care about that,” Tup replies with a shrug. “Do you like the ring? It took me ages to find one that I thought suited you.”

You look back down at the ring in your hands. It’s delicate looking, with the metal twisted and curled almost like waves around the stone. “It’s beautiful.” You consider the ring for a moment, and you consider what you know about Selkies, and then slide it on your ring finger, and you’re vaguely aware of Tup’s blinding grin.

“You don’t have a problem with marrying me?” He asks.

You shrug, “We’re married whether I have a problem with it or not. However, I would like to treat this like we’re dating?”

“I can do that!” Tup blurts quickly, “Dating! I can do dating!”

He’s standing right in front of you now, and his touch is feather light as he trails his fingers over your hands, ghosting over the ring for a moment, before returning to your hands.

“You’re so soft,” He says with a sigh, an almost blissed out look on his face. “Would you like to meet my family? They’re all looking forward to meeting you.”

“All? What all?” You ask.

He grins at you, “I have a very large family. What do you say?”

“I’m hardly dressed for a family meeting,” You reply immediately.

“You look amazing!” Tup says immediately, “Please?”

You sigh softly, “Alright.” You allow him to help you to your feet, “Let’s go meet your family.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction

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aphroditeinthesea · 16 days

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If you are still open to requests may I request Thalia grace with femreader who was with Thalia when she ran away(childhood friends) and was till they reached camp. Reader is the type that won't stop talking and tries to make everything funny and uses humor in most things she does and would constantly make flower crowns for everyone and when Thaila was a tree she would constantly leave flower crowns there and tell jokes. when Thaila is back reader is a bit of a coward and just hides till found.

“ strawberry fields forever ”

thalia grace x fem!reader

a/n this might be a little off from the book bc i haven’t read the original series since 2021 so

tw none

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Thalia stood by where her tree stood. Although she was still trying to gain back the feeling of the air and wind, she focused on the flower crowns that littered the ground. Some of the flowers were even so crisp that they seemed as though they had been sitting there for years.

The person responsible finally flickered into her mind. Y/N.

She and y/n sat in the strawberry fields. Y/N was busy rambling about something unimportant, but Thalia listened intently anyway as she watched how the other girl intricately weaved the flowers together.

“And then Rachel broke up with Ross because he said that they were on a break, and she was like ‘well that doesn’t mean-’” she looked up, “Thalia?”

“Sorry,” Thalia laughed, “but, how do you do that? With the flowers?”

“Here,” y/n beamed, “I’ll show you.”

Thalia grabbed what looked to be the freshest flower. She examined the flowers that twirled around. She sighed and began making her way back to the cabins.

She finally was at the doorstep of y/n’s cabin. She took a deep breath as she knocked on the wood.

The door opened with one of y/n’s siblings standing there, “Thalia? Oh my gods, I-”

“Is y/n here?”

They shook their head, “no, she just left. She’s be acting off today, she didn’t even say anything about where she was going.”

She huffed, “okay, thanks anyway.” She rushed off and stood in the middle of the cabins. She thought about all the places where y/n could’ve been, and then it hit her.

She ran off to the strawberry fields, where to no surprise, y/n sat, weaving a crown.

“Y/N?”

The girl turned around, “gods.”

Thalia sat beside her, “I was looking for you.”

She looked down at the flowers, “I’m sorry, I was- uhm- here.”

Thalia smiled, “I got that.”

Y/N nodded, “sorry yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

She stayed silent.

“Y/N?”

“I’ve been scared of seeing you.”

“What?”

She finally looked back up, “I’ve missed you for years, and you’re back and I don’t really know what to do with myself. I mean, I don’t know how to talk to you. Well, I know how to, but not how to.”

“Like this.”

She giggled, “what?”

“You just talk and make your flower crowns, and I’ll just try to make out whatever words you're saying.”

Y/N bit her lip, “this is for you.” She placed the blue flowers on top of Thalia's head, her finger twirled a strand of the girl’s hair as she pulled her hand away.

Thalia laughed, “thanks.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the past six years.”

#thalia grace x reader #thalia grace #pjo thalia #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #hunters of artemis #daughter of zeus #camp half blood #beryl grace

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m4ndysk4nkovich · 8 months

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Omg your headcanons are adorable 🥺🥺 do you have more Gallagher ones?

DO I HAVE MORE GALLAGHER ONES??

yes. yes i do.

also thank you!

so idk if you mean pre-canon or like post-canon or whatever so i’m just doing in general (mostly pre-canon though because it’s what i do best)

monica delivered debbie on the same table that debbie delivered franny on.

mickey got his iconic knuckle tattoos in his cousin’s basement when he was twelve and the tattoos got infected as fuck. he almost cried when he got them done but couldn’t because terry was watching him get it done. (ik you said gallagher and i was going to delete this one but mickey’s a gallagher at this point)

ian was very active as a child and has broken an almost concerning amount of bones. he broke his first bone at two while at daycare and from then on it wasn’t an uncommon thing for ian to get hurt.

ian’s the reason everyone calls lip ‘lip’. up until ian could talk, he was just phillip, but when ian began talking, he couldn’t pronounce phillip and insisted on lip. eventually there was a double meaning for it, that he would never shut his lips or some shit, but really it was just because of ian’s refusal to say lip’s name.

when monica got pregnant and gave birth to ian, she knew he was clayton’s kid (which is why she named him ian clayton gallagher), but once he was fourteen or fifteen and found out that frank wasn’t his father, she had done so many drugs and fried so many brain cells that she forgot.

debbie has watched barbie five times since it came out. she’s obsessed.

fiona comes back to chicago for a little while because of frank’s death, but once she leaves, she unfortunately doesn’t visit again for a while. she calls a lot, but she hates being back in chicago and begs her siblings to come and see her in miami. there comes a point where she refuses to return all together and just doesn’t for a few years (they still go see her in miami, though) but she eventually gets over it and returns to chicago.

one day (in 2023), sheila calls fiona, having realized that she still has her number, and asks about her the kids, when fiona informs her about what has happened in the past eight years, she’s shocked, and a bit upset. when fiona informs her of frank’s death, she’s astonished that fucking covid killed him.

lip is entirely responsible for ian breaking his collarbone at tweleve. he most likely forced ian to do something stupid like climb a tree or some shit and ian fell and got injured and ian still covered for lip when fiona asked what the fuck happened.

monica would always somehow find a way to get them a christmas tree, despite the cost (she seduced the guy who owned the christmas tree farm… shhhh) and was the type of person to start celebrating christmas on november 1st and keep the tree up until march

there is a photo album with baby pictures of the gallagher’s and a few home videos. this information is shocking to tami, sandy, and mickey, but the gallagher’s aren’t too shocked by it. yeah, the videos and photos were a bit of a luxury for them but still. they didn’t have the money to get the camera, but monica had got the camera from a garage sale and would randomly record unimportant things.

one year for halloween, lip dressed up as iron man and ian dressed up as captain america.

carl and debbie tried to convince fiona to get a puppy several times, but each time they failed. fiona didn’t trust carl with any animal other than a fish or a turtle because she was convinced he would hurt or kill it. he probably would, but he was insulted by the accusation.

every gallagher sibling has called fiona ‘mom’ accidentally at one point

#shameless #shameless headcanons #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher shameless #mickey milkovich #monica gallagher #frank gallagher #sheila jackson #tami tamietti #sandy milkovich #shameless us #clayton gallagher

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sporkdoesclasspect · 1 year

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how about a general analysis of a seer of void? :o

hi hi! ok so, this one ended up being kind of all over the place and doesn't cover Everything, so it's kinda more like my "random stuff" answers, but i hope it's helpful in some way! feel free to send in another ask about any specific things i didn't mention that you might be curious about!

ahem. a seer is someone who knows their aspect. they use that knowledge strategically to give themselves and others an advantage - they conceal or reveal it at their discretion, and their choices in that regard can have widespread effects on a session.

they're kind of like your classic mentor archetype who teaches or reveals knowledge that has a big impact on the plot. that doesn't mean they have to be actual teachers or academic types, it just means they typically orchestrate events indirectly, or at least tend to excel when doing so. (that's unrelated to combat, though - rose and terezi show us that a seer can be quite a fearsome foe when needed!)

void is the aspect of the unknown and unseen. it deals with absence and lack, irrelevance and unimportance, nonexistence and obscurity, loss, and all things hidden. it also touches on potential, which kind of ties into nonexistence - if void is everything that doesn't exist, then it should be within a void player's power to utilize those nonexistent things. this makes it a very vague and broad sort of aspect, covering anything that isn't, while also relating to things that are but that you just can't see or don't know about. (if a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it, can a void player manipulate the sound?)

follow me under the readmore where i'll explore the combination of these components! :3

a seer is usually someone who, for one reason or another, seeks out their aspect in some way. this could be because they lack it, like with rose, who was deeply affected by the absence of things like attention, relevance and clarity in her life. her mother's actions were inscrutable to her, the knowledge of what exactly her guardian was doing or what she meant by it always eluding her (even though in reality it was usually fairly straightforward and there weren't any secret motivations to uncover - so some parts of this lack of aspect could probably be perceived instead of actual).

for a seer of void, they could lack privacy, maybe, forced into the spotlight. or in a similar vein, it could be secrecy/confidentiality they want. but this seeking of aspect could also be for a multitude of other reasons - regardless of whether they lack void, they probably still desire to find it, possibly due to a sort of idealization of it. terezi was dedicated to JUST1C3, a concept tied to the mind aspect through the link between choices and their consequences, while rose aspired to appear knowledgeable and perceptive - seen with her dabbling in various aspects of literature and psychoanalysis - as well as showing a fixation on the idea of relevance with her quest to give meaning and importance to her seemingly doomed session (and definitely also with the psychoanalysis again, pestering dave semi-ironically about dream symbolism and freudian slips.)

a seer of void might just really want to live up to an ideal of mystery and intrigue. they might value that sort of thing highly, and in that case it would probably be an important part of their overall philosophy. maybe they're a very theatrical sort of person who's always waiting for the right moments to dramatically reveal a plot twist they'd kept hidden. they could enjoy keeping others in the dark, being the only one who knows important info, and in that way they may be a bit of a manipulator, though not necessarily for nefarious purposes. on the other hand, they might not know any secrets at all, but they deceive others into thinking they have information and power. they'd be a master of bluffing, lying about what they know in order to convince people to tell them things. lies of omission would be right up their alley too, i imagine - what they don't say turns out to be just as important as what they do say.

or, to take it in a different direction that's more focused on potential and hidden things, perhaps they strongly believe there is a hidden meaning or purpose to everything. that could look a lot like rose in some ways, but maybe instead of trying to discover the meaning behind things, they're more the type to see meaning where there is none and not investigate further, instead just seeking out things that seem to have some secret to them without considering whether they really do. they may struggle with chasing after red herrings, be convinced an item has special powers just because it looks like it should, or fall into despair when it turns out that one terrible event really did happen for no reason. that concept could tie into the fact that a seer's hubris is inevitably their downfall, even if only temporarily; the seer of void might lead their team on a wild goose chase, thinking there must be something at the end of it for sure and turning out to be wrong, wasting everyone's precious time. it also plays on the whole "seer of nothing" thing, since the path they thought would help was actually more or less just an unlucky guess.

expanding on that, maybe they don't seem to have any special sight at first. they could be overcompensating for that by examining everything way too hard and convincing themselves that there's some secret or sign to be found everywhere they look. it may even be that they are seeing signs, but that they're signs of what could potentially be, not what is, and they have to learn to see the path to making that potential into a reality. that might sound kind of seer of hope-y, and it could probably work for that too, but void and hope kinda overlap there - i distinguish "potential" from "possibility", with potential being the ability/capacity for something that hasn't happened to happen, and a possibility being a specific outcome that could occur but might not. so a possibility has the potential to happen! but it definitely doesn't need to be defined that way - these things should be interpreted in whatever way feels right to you.

it's also worth noting that it can be a little hard to distinguish a seer of void from a seer of light. they could have near identical abilities or tendencies, depending on the person and how they view/approach their own aspect. i think paired aspects like light and void are more similar than they are different, and it really shows here. that being said, i'll give some brief ideas for powers here in the next paragraph, since this is getting long:

first of all, night vision, obviously. more esoterically, they could be able to navigate locations they've never been to, precisely because they're unknown - they're the knower of the unknown, after all, which makes things a little redundant (and also hard to pin down in a way that doesn't make them straight up omniscient). being able to sense when someone is lying, telling a half-truth, or deliberately leaving things out. maybe looking into their eyes makes you want to tell them your secrets/be honest! i feel like they could potentially be able to see entities like brain ghost dirk, since he "doesn't exist", or maybe even ghosts because they're incorporeal? they might be able tell when something Isn't present that Should be, seeing absence. like, they can just sense (or even visually see) that there's supposed to be a book in this specific spot on the bookshelf and oh look, finding the right book and putting it back opened a secret passageway! :0

hopefully this doesn't suck too bad x_x it's 5am lmao

#classpect #seer class #void aspect #seer of void #urghh this one's not great -n-

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prsk-krow · 1 year

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hihi :3! may i request spending the holidays with ena, mizuki and mafuyu (separate if it’s okay). I KNOW THERES STILL TIME UNTIL CHRISTMAS BUT IM JUST IN A MOOD OK😿. btw have an amazing day/night, and you don’t need to accept this req if u dont wanna <3

Hoo boy, the holidays are wayy closer than last time I was here, aha... Actually, they're far closer than I expected!

{Mafuyu/Ena/Mizuki with reader on the holidays!}

Mafuyu Asahina

Oh boy... How complicated I'd it going to be when Mafuyu explains that her holiday celebration were something like... A beta version of a miniature of the real thing? Yeah...

She didn't even know what you were talking about when you suddenly started to say stuff like preparing the tree and presents since November! Like, it's something so small and unimportant that it doesn't take much preparation... Right?

Prepare yourself for almost a day worth of explaining the true traditions, the significance, the joys, and the experience of a true holiday, and expect her to not understand for half of the day what you're talking about...

"... I'm not sure I understand. Is it really that big of a deal? I mean, I've heard about it a lot during my years as a student, but I never expected it to be so important... Because it is important, right? At least, from what you're telling me."

And ALSO prepare yourself to guide her along the whoooole month leading up to the 25th (nice), and for her to be confused about the significance of putting colored plastic balls on a fake tree... It's a lot to explain.

However, as you are putting the lights on and turning off the lights for a visual test, she finally understands. This is to relax from the busy year, isn't it? After all, a celebration doesn't have to be born out of a very important purpose, simply by existing it is important enough to the world!

Now that she comprehends, she will start researching herself and find out about the millions of holiday customs in the world, and she'll frankly be a little stunned. You tell her that you can explore slowly but surely each year, and she seems quite intrigued...

However, make sure to hide it all from her parents, with the help of the rest of the group! It will absolutely be a thin tightrope to walk along, but now that you have her interest, she'll give her effort to ensure the preparations aren't for naught!

Long story short, she doesn't understand the Christmas spirit, and now it's your job to help her with it, all for the efforts to help her have a more normal life! You can bet she'll be thankful by the end, even if she may not be aware of it herself....

Ena Shinonome

She is absolutely not taking advantage of all of the preparing process and time with the decorations to snap millions upon millions of selfies and photos for her page. Yup, absolutely nothing sketchy going on here.

It definitely could get a little absurd, as almost each 25 seconds she has to stop you to take a photo of her and the decoration, you and the tree, maybe all of them at once! She never missed a beat and is always holding her phone for the right moments!

It takes a few days for her to realize that, by focusing on only her social media and her photos that she has been neglecting your actual efforts to work and prepare everything by leaving it all to you!

Preparing presents, the tree, the decoration, she was so focused on the pictures that she wasn't doing what you both planned: For both of you to decorate together! Cue an 'Oh crap' realization sooner or later!

As soon as she does, expect her to put in double the effort the next few days! She really feels bad for abandoning her part of the deal for such a selfish reason, and Ena wouldn't ignore the consequences that this could have on your mood or energy if she doesn't compensate immediately!

"Ok ok! What else do you want from me? Huh? Why am I so excited?? Well, I have to make it up to you, of course! I'm not the type of friend that just says sorry to the problems they cause and does nothing to fix them! So tell me, how can I help??"

It actually starts to get a little too much in the exact opposite direction, as her enthusiasm is unlike nothing you have seen from her before! Except for her art, and some editing of photos. But this... Is quite the unique sight!

You'll actually have to make sure that she doesn't overwork herself, by checking up on her and rewarding her! And what better way than to offer her the main reason why she was so selfish before...?

So in the end, you're both left satisfied, and the preparations are done way before the deadline! You both go out for a congratulatory dinner outside, and another picture would pop up in the artist's account soon enough...

Mizuki Akiyama

Hoo boy, here comes the one that presents the exact same opposite reaction of the honor student's, here comes the pink menace that would actually start to prepare everything before you!

Get ready, for the seamstress's excitement will force you to try and keep up with them at all times! Not only trying to catch up to them progress, but helping out with everything new from there on now... It could be rough, and their seemingly boundless energy will make the process go on for days!

However, this is only one side of their mood swings, one that changes their behavior before any special festivity! And with the swing going one way, it will eventually swing the other way, in the most umprecedented times!

Mizuki will forsee the following days, and will suddenly start to work even harder, making you struggle even harder to keep up wth every day that passes! As they notice how worried you're becoming, the mood swing hits completely, and they start to feek instensly guilty...

"I"m sooooososo sorry for not noticing before! Oh gosh, I feel like such a jerk now... Nono, this is absolutely my fault, and I can't let you suffer because of my careless behavior! Now just lay down on the bed as I bring the food over! What are your favorite snacks??"

Get ready for a sudden pace shift as the next days are spent just chilling as the editor takes care of your every need so that you recover better! Although you appreciate it, you can't help but wonder what happened for them to shift gears... And why does their smile look so sad at times?

And then the realization hits. They have been saying so many times that it's their fault... Do they really feel that intensely guilty? When they bring the next plate of food, you confront them and force them to explain everything. They give in without major resistance when they perceive that you already know the truth...

They can't even look you in the eye as they explain how, aside of how her energy made you so overwhelmed, it's been running out recently. It's the first time you've seen them so vulnerable; there's no light in their smile. You gently sit them down and have a chat with them, to ensure that this wasn't their fault!

It takes a while, but they give in. After all, the work wasn't for nothing, right? After all, you still have more than a week left and everything is almost done! Perhaps this opportunity to rekax wasn't missused. They laugh, their enthusiasm glowing once again! Maybe they should just chill for a bit... Especially with your company!

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jessplaysgenshin · 2 years

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His Humble Servant (pt.1)

Pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader

Summary: (y/n) have been living a normal life, until they encountered an unconscious person, hanging from a tree. Everything was fine until the strange man led them all the way to Snezhnaya.

Warnings: angst, Genshin 3.1 spoilers.

"Who is that ?" Pointed out the woman who helped you pick up some herbs in the wilderness.

You shrugged. You didn't know who it was, but it was someone who needed help. Usually, someone who is heavily bleeding and hanging in a tree isn't really the type of person that is 'doing good', and even less someone to be left alone. Surprisingly or not, he was very light. He didn't weight anything, which added to your first worries. It's not that strange for such a petite person to have these wounds in the wild. He seemed like a child left alone and that got lost and wounded while trying to find the way home. You brought him into your home about a week ago and there are still no signs of him being awake. More importantly, he's doesn't have a pulse nor is breathing, but his body is far from being cold, on the contrary, it seems like it's burning a bit more every day. You tried to observe if it meant anything by watching wild creatures from afar, but surely, no pulse and no breath meant they were dead, but they were ice cold. It didn't make much sense to you, but you decided that, just in case, if he's still not awake in 2 months, you'd declare him dead, no matter how cruel it might be.

"Don't keep strangers in your house. What if you're attacked at night ?" You shrugged again. Someone that sleeps for this long can not have that much strength upon waking up. The best he could do would be to stab you, and you weren't even sure he'd manage to find the knife drawer. "No I'm serious (y/n), you can't keep this guy here. Hand him to the doctors, they'll know how to safely handle him."

You giggled lightly. "You don't get it. He just needs some rest, I'm sure. Sure, he may have bene bleeding really badly when I found him, but the injuries weren't that major ! He might just have been sitting there for a few days." You put down your basket on the furniture by your front door. "Everything is fine. If I ever get any doubt, I'll call for some advices. Deal ?"

She hummed in agreement. "I'll still make sure everything is okay once in a while."

You invited her to come whenever.

And time flew by. She once in a while did drop by, eyed him suspiciously for a bit and went back to talking with you. It kept happening for a few weeks, until...

"He is dead !" Affirmed the leader of your village. "This person is dead ! He has no pulse !" He was right, but his body was burning to a point that you couldn't even get near anymore. The heat was unbearable. "You need to burry his body."

"We don't even know where he comes from ! What about his family ?"

"Unimportant ! Get rid of him and everything will be fine. If anyone comes looking for him we'll just tell them he was found dead."

"But I-" And the argument kept going and going. You didn't know what was going on with that guy, but something was up, and maybe he was still alive. You were living on your own, so having some company was nice for once, but you never wanted it to end up like this.

All you recall from that point on, that a loud noise, and then everything went black.

You woke up by a camp fire. Looking around, you were on your own, far in the forest. Where exactly, you couldn't tell. All you knew was that there was no sign of your home anywhere, all you could see were trees far beyond the horizon. You grunted in pain as you tried to stand up. You studied your own body in more details. You had burning marks on a good half of your skin, and it seemed like the targeted half's clothes were mostly burned. Your brain working a bit more, you remembered the argument with the village's chief, and then... Nothingness. Exhausted, you went back to sleep.

"Ugh..." You grunted as you woke up again. The fire was still going, but this time something was different. Someone was there, and you knew all too well who it was. Whoever that person was, he was finally awake, and you had several questions. "You- Who are you ?" You shifted into a sitting position, making eye contact with the man. He just glared at you, not answering. "I'm... (y/n)." His look seemed to ease a little, but he still looked like he was in a terrible mood. "Where are we ?" Maybe it'd be willing to answer at least one of you questions, but that thought was futile, he simply looked away, seeming pissed off. He is not at all like you had imagined.

He never spoke a word. He waited a bit and got up before starting to walk away. But in the dead of the night, all you could do was to follow him. What else were you supposed to do ? Stay here by yourself, at the mercy of whatever is lurking in the dark ? No thanks ! "Go away." Was the first thing he said.

"You can't leave me alone here ! At least take me back to my village !"

He stopped walking and turned to you. "Your village doesn't exists anymore. I blew it up." You could have sworn there was a smirk. He blew it up ? What about everyone ? Was that the loud noise you heard before passing out ? Why would he do that ? No one did anything to deserve that. Are they dead ? If you're alive, there's no way they're dead, right ? What about your friends, your neighbors, the kids from around who always like to run by your place due to the animals wandering close to it ? They wouldn't deserve that. You asked him why. "Why ?" He repeated in a laugh. "They were humans. That's why." Once again, you asked him why. But this time, it was about your survival. "You're a rare breed. You at least value other people's lives. Now scram. I don't owe you anything." If he really killed everyone and kept you alive, you guess that it does make you even. But he killed everyone you knew. That's where he was wrong.

"You killed everyone ! You owe me my whole life ! Where am I supposed to go now !"

"In the woods. That's where you all belong." You hurried to grab his shoulders, he punched you. "Do NOT touch me. I could easily make you join the others if you love them so much." He wasn't kidding. You felt like passing out from a single hit. You wondered if it was his full strength or if he held back. Nevertheless, you felt like throwing up, the pain was unbearable. And just like that, he kept on walking, and you trailed far behind, despise his protests. You couldn't stay here on your own. At least he's strong, if anything happens, maybe he'll have enough common sense to help you and not whatever attacks you. You're pretty sure that if he had the opportunity, he would join some hilichurls in beating you up. What an asshole. But you had no proofs he would. The walk was silent, until you- or rather your stomach -begged for your mercy. You both stopped. You didn't know if he stopped in surprise or annoyance, but he still did. He turned around and glared at you, again. You started to conclude that a frown was his default expression.

"...I can make food." He sighed and kept on walking. "Don't go ! I'm going to die if you leave me alone !"

He scoffed. Was that another smirk ? But, he did suddenly stopped and got back around where you were just standing. "Hurry up." This felt less of an order than he might have thought. You got busy to set a campfire. Strangely enough, the man helped, thought you didn't know his name, you could tell by his mannerism that he wasn't from around here, not that it was strange, but it was interesting. You didn't have much to work around with, so you have to settle on fruits and berries you could land your hands on. Living near the forest you knew which one to pick, and if they were, what to do to make sure no one would be sick. You took a rather large amount of each, to make sure there would be enough for the two of you for at least a few days, until you get some actually food to work with. That is, it'll only work if mister killjoy registers that you need to buy food to survive. You smiled slightly when he scooted over the fire while you were making the fruit-based meal. He might have tried to hide it, but he had to be hungry too. He was unconscious for several weeks, after all. Still, deliver a punch like this one with nothing in his stomach, it would scare anyone, and you sure were part of those people. "Are you done yet ? We need to go."

'We' made you smile, which pissed him off. Surely he had no idea how food worked. You doubted that someone that doesn't breath needs to eat, but if you can be of use until you can go back to a normal life, you will follow him. You both had your own goals, after all. You'd take care of food while he's leading the way to a safe place.

Or, that's what you thought.

During your trip together, you both grew slightly closer to one another. At least, you knew his name now. Scaramouche. What an interesting name. All you know is his name and that he's from Inazuma. He mentioned it once, but decided to not go any further from the statement. You could easily tell that you fell under his charms. And although he'd hate to admit it, he also came to at least appreciate you. You started that weird love-hate friendship.

Whilst he didn't tell you much about it, you just knew that he was headed to a dangerous place, that'd you'd rather stay in your region where you belong before you get killed. But it wasn't the first time he tried to impress you by over making things. If only you had listened that one time. You never thought you'd find yourself in Snezhnaya. "I told you to leave. If you die it'll be your fault." At that point, you couldn't turn back. If you tried to leave, you'd die, but if you followed him, you would also die. Only, there was chances that he really started to appreciate you and would possibly keep you from getting killed.

You silently followed him, not making a single peep. The travel there was... Oppressing. At some point, not really knowing how, you found yourself in a warm place. It was big, as well. You saw a bunch of people wearing masks. Could it be... "The Fatui ?!"

"Shut it." You obliged. You were in a dangerous place. At least, he was looking after you. That's when you knew that if you wanted to live, you'd have to obey. When did it turn this way, you didn't know. As far as you knew, you were both helping each other. Now that you're here, you rely entirely on him, and it seems like he knew it perfectly. "Stay here. If you leave, you'll regret it." He smirked. "Though, not for long." It was more of a warning than a threat. Surely, if you dared approaching the door of the room he left you in, you'd be killed. You've followed him so far just to survive, it'd be a shame if you were to die right now. Plus, you've became quite fond of his salty attitude of his.

In situations where he depended on you, he was forced to put his pride down, which was incredibly funny to look at, as he tried to order you around. Of course, knowing his strength, you were a bit afraid of him at first, but aside form that one time, he never landed a single hit on you, nor even started the motion. Maybe he still felt like he owed you, somehow ? You remembered that time you fell very ill, you almost couldn't move at all, it was terrible. He still made a shelter and waited for you. He was really sweet. Still bossy and full of himself, but really sweet. "I don't have time. If you're planning on dying, just do it quick." You giggled at the memory. Honestly, it's a shame that his major flaw is food. He is a terrible cook. He once tried to cook some frogs, which were the easiest to catch on a rainy day. He burned them instantly, and did not look bothered one bit.

"I can't eat that, I'll die." You swore he wanted to shove it down your throat. But instead, he grumbled something and went back to get some more, throwing the one he has already made on a tree. You still tried to see if it was really that uneatable, and yes, it was just pure crisp. By he time he came back, you were so desperate for food you were still munching on the burnt creature. He started yelling at you. You had to guide him through the cooking process. It still tasted terrible, you never let him touch ingredients ever since.

"Where are we going ?" You asked politely, being the first words you spoke in a while. You simply gave you a glare. He kept on saying that you should leave him alone, that you will die if you keep on following him. Now you understand why. Though, you couldn't say if it was to warn you or if it was a threat. Now you know.

The door opened.

"Oho ? So that's your little companion." A strange man with white hair approached you, Scaramouche entering the room behind him. "What does a simple being like you is doing here, hm ?"

"Dottore." Called the shorter one. "We need to go. Now."

"Right, right ! Come, now !" 'Dottore' reached for your arm, but you took a step backwards to avoid his grasp. He was an Harbinger. He's dangerous. Was Scaramouche also an Harbinger ? You glanced at him, he seemed to be studying every movements of Dottore. When your gazes met, he spoke up. "Come here." You obeyed. You couldn't talk back in your situation. "This is my servant. They won't listen to any order unless it comes from me." You jumped in surprise at the sudden statement. That was never mentioned in the small talks you had. Was he trying to protect you in a way, or just trying to get control over you ? "Isn't that right ?" He glared at you again, Dottore as well.

You lowered your head. "Yes, my lord..." This was stupid. It felt surreal. You had a balanced relationship, and now you're nothing more than a slave ? Should you just leave whenever you get the chance ? But now that you're involved with the Fatui, they'd track you down ? Surely not, you're just a human, they don't have to fear anything from you. But Scaramouche did mentioned some things you figured the wouldn't normally talk about, what if he order to kill you ?

There was no exists. You had to follow him.

"Precious."

Time went by, you were now known as Scaramouche's second in command. Not like he had a lot of orders to give, so you mostly just hung out around him, in his giant meca, or took care of food, the way you used to. Several months went by since you left Sneznhaya, and you were now in the middle of Sumeru's desert. Everything was going just fine, even if you were often mocked. A high rank for no strength. Some of the members would once in a while try to hit you, but you figured that it wasn't worth fighting, so, you'd just glare at them the way Scaramouche did at first. It seemed to calm them down. Of course, that wasn't always the case, and you sometimes ended up beaten up, but that wasn't an excuse to miss out on your duties.

"You need to step up."

"I don't have any strength, my lord."

"None of that with me." Another lecture from him. He seemed as disinterested in the matter as you were exhausted. "How are the preparations ?"

"Lord Dottore went to Sumeru to start working on his part. It seems that the traveler that causes you pain was spotted there not too long ago." You had stopped caring for much by that point. You've learned not to care, and to do whatever you could to hide the few things you cared about. A few people were always watching. Making a new god wasn't that easy, of course there would be people everywhere. 'Lord'. You didn't like calling them that, but what choice did you have. Ever since you called Scaramouche like this the first day you met the other Harbingers, it stuck with you. Scaramouche always glared at you whenever you did, you weren't sure why. Maybe it was out of annoyance or just because he always glared whenever you spoke. Maybe he hates you after all. How could you know ? It's not like he speaks his opinion about you. Small but full of secrets, that was one thing that everyone agreed on, at least.

That's what your relationship was now. At least, you had everything you needed. A shelter, food, and comrade. Not quite your friends, but you were working on it. At least, when you weren't working on the small man's gigantic meca, which was pretty much 24/7. You did have breaks and time to sleep for a bit, but they were often cut short by the others' incompetence. Usually, they'd be the reason you were woken up, except that one night.

"Mx (y/n). Lord Scaramouche is calling for you." You smiled at both titles. 'Mx (y/n)' at least assured you you had a bit of power around here. And 'Lord' ? Now, they just picked it up when they noticed that Dottore was particularly found of it.

Nevertheless, this was your one moment of peace in this preparation for war, and it was ruined due to a self-centered gremlin. You stomped your way up to the one who required your presence, a frown that didn't even tried to hide. You felt like passing out due to exhaustion, and you'd let him know. And he looked like he pieced that together considering the look of disgusted he threw your way when you got up to him. "What." You were expecting more of a pissed off attitude coming from him. And what did you get ? A snort. The audacity. "YOU ! You make me work like crazy, boss me around, give me 5 hours to rest every week, which frankly is more than inhuman, and when I do, you wake me up to LAUGH AT ME ???" You wanted to punch him. Your outburst only made his twisted smile larger. "I'm going to quit." You groaned in annoyance, which got a whole different look. Not the worried one you expected, but it was still one of loathing.

"Eh." His gaze didn't change, but his smile became a crooked one. He really looked like he was going to kill you this time. No matter how many glares, he never had a look that said he wanted to spill blood. "You're just like any other human in the end." The hatred in his voice was so much different than what you've heard. "Back stabbing and betraying is in your nature, it seems." He was out of it. What happened to him ? "You want to leave ? Fine." His smile turned into a frown. "You're going to leave."

On cue, an explosion. But you didn't registered what happened. Rather, all you saw was the look of hate getting more intense by the second. What have you done. You didn't want things to go this way, surely there was some sort of mistake, some miscommunication. And just like the first time, you passed out.

Part 2

OH SHIT THIS TOOK A WHOLE OTHER TURN.

I- MMH.

this is not what i had planned but HE-HEY !! at least i'm going to cry tonight. No, i'm not stopping it here, i mean, can't let angsty boy with angst, also i don't think i'm legally allowed to that, so. YES.

until next time.

can you believe i've spent 3 days doing that ? I know, such amateur work HRHNTL of course i'm not working on that all day, mostly during the beggining of the night while watching horror movies because somehow this is the only thing that puts me in a romance mood

this is weird, i'm running out of movies help

y',know. first time i posted i pointed out that i really wanted gorou in here first. Well, he's still not here. which is a whame, because most of his is written down, in a book--

i was bored at worked so i got myself a good enemies to lovers, in order to honor my homie, but also because i am curious about it-- HOW WOULD GENERAL GOOD BOY REACT HMM ? i've been up to things, now i gotta commit to them. That's the hard part--

ON THIS NOTE I'M OFF TO SLEEP, GOTTA HIT THAT GREMLIN PART 2 GRIND TOMORROW GHIRGLG

#my favorite part gotta be #he would join the hilichurls in beating you up. What an asshole.#i mean heizou #he's pretty weak defense wise #I'M ON YOUR TEAM !#FUCK YOU #because i'm pretty sure he would #out of spite #he'd just go and kick him just for the sake of it #gn!reader #genshin impact #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #jess writes readers #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n

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dovahkinniez · 2 years

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I recently found your blog and I just have to say... HOLY SHIT IS THE BEST, YOU ARE GREAT AND NOW I LOVE YOU

Can I make a request please? A romantic setting with Calder and Farkas, please I'm begging you 😭💗💗💗

omg. thank you very very much, angel! you’re literally the sweetest, it means a lot! <3 since you didn’t ask for anything too specific i’m going to do a fun lil thing, i hope you like it! :D

Remember to not be a silent reader, like and share your thoughts! I love hearing everyone's feedback. <3

SKYRIM X (GN) READER.

— your place to go.

[ FARKAS + CALDER ]

#FARKAS — whiterun’s wilderness.

before it was a simple means of hunting, or jobs for the companions. but now he loves it there with you.

running around in beast form at night and if you aren’t a wolf you watch him with laugher.

sat underneath a tree during the hot days, the branches and leaves provide shade as you both wear casual clothing, in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest.

his big arms around you <3 ugh. you stroke his arms and line the scars that litter them with love as he leans his head back, closing his eyes and humming quietly.

definitely the type to catch butterflies on his fingers and look at them in amazement, “the colours are so pretty.” before it flies away. he’s a such a cutie.

it’s a small getaway from everyone and everything. just having fun running around as he grabs you and picks you up, “i win.” he’d laugh out before you pepper kisses on his cheeks.

once it gets darker you both watch the stars. the lights from whiterun is beautiful but the night sky is amazing. looking in amazement but farkas is too busy watching you. “the view is so pretty.” “yeah it is.” but he’s looking directly towards you.

walking back hand in hand, little kisses as you look at each other and smile against each other’s lips.

it doesn’t matter where he is, if he’s with you he’s happy. but the wilderness in the summer is his favourite.

more alone time with a big empty land to have fun on.

#CALDER — the bed.

simply, the bed.

he loves cuddles. warm cuddles. the cold bites his skin and even though this nord is used to it, made for it even, he just loves the warm both your bodies create.

he likes when you play with his hair, his his head on your chest. or when he traces shapes onto your back as you sleep happily on him.

he loves the early morning cuddles and late night conversations where you speak about everything and nothing specific.

calder wants to know about your wishes and dreams, your favourite food and everything unimportant in your life because it’s important to him.

he finds it funny when he presses his cold feet against yours and he hates it when you do it back because he can’t help but smile as you laugh at his reaction.

it’s his little getaway from life when you’re both comfortable in bed together, it’s the ‘five more minutes’ that makes his days better.

between the sheets the world is quiet and he doesn’t need to worry about anything. he’s at peace when you’re in his arms.

#☆ — mama dovie writes…#elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #skyrim x reader #farkas #farkas x reader #calder #skyrim calder #skyrim farkas x reader #skyrim farkas

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adarkrainbow · 1 year

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I promise that I will one day share with you all the knowledge I got from my university class about fairytales. I just need a bit of time and relaxation to re-read and translate my old notes.

But already I want to talk about something very briefly. The change that the “fairytale scholarship” is currently undergoing - how the “folklorist studies” that ruled supreme in the 20th century is now being replaced by a “literary study”.

As you might know, up until these days, the most famous works of fairytale studies were folklorist ones. The Aarne-Thompson classification, for example is a folklorist work. What is a “folklorist study” of fairytales? It is a study that places the so called “folkloric” fairytales before the “literary fairytales”. Basically it deems that the fairytales written as such by authors to be published as works of literature (Perrault, Andersen, etc) are “secondary” fairytales, off-shoots of the “actual” or “original” fairytales - basically adaptations, retellings and reshaping of a pre-existing story. As a result, the literary fairytales are placed aside and only considered as a side-note in “folkloric” studies. Because for the “folklorist” scholars, the truly important fairytales are not those published by authors and writers - but those that you collect by going into the countryside, asking people in villages, summoning the memories of old nurses and grandfathers and storytellers of old. Folklorist scholars of fairytales compare these orals, rural stories of “the folk”, of the people - and by comparing these stories, noticing the differences and similarities depending on the regions, on the countries, on the languages, they try to recreate the various “types” and “categories” of fairytales, a sort of great catalogue, or more specifically a “family tree” of fairytales - because for them, fairytales is all about a cultural genealogy, it is about an “original”, primitive, primordial “ancestor-story” that then somehow spread throughout countries and regions, each person giving a different variation or version of the “ancestor-story”. And in the folklorist study, literary fairytales are just considered petrified, unmovable, unchanging works of art built out of the raw, living material of the “folktales”, but ultimately unimportant in the evolution of actual fairytales and the search for the “true ancestor-story”.

It was the view that ruled the 20th century. And yet, today, people realize that maybe this view isn’t as perfect and as solid as we once thought - and people turn more towards the ancient, pre-Grimm version of studying fairytales. Aka the “literary study”. A type of study that considers that literary fairytales might be actually very important and key elements in the way those stories evolved ; a type of study that focuses mostly on how literary works of fairytales succeeded each other, and how influential they were on each other, before adding the “folktales” as an aside and companion to the literary ones. Literary studies dare to ask the question: “Maybe... maybe there isn’t a primordial ancestor-folkstory from which all others were born? Maybe there were just some really popular literary works inspired by folk tales?”

I need to get into the details later, but I just wanted to make this post to highlight one fact that shows how - and why - such a shift happened. A detail about French fairytales, and Perrault/d’Aulnoy. Let’s just take Perrault.

Perrault wrote his stories. Puss in Boots and Little Thumbling and Donkey Skin and Cinderella and all that. Folklorist studies collected a lot of French “folk fairytales” from various regions that were very similar to Perrault’s stories, and thus decided “These stories are all proofs of a pre-existing folktale that Perrault merely rewrote and reinvented, attributed himself all the merit when all he did was adding a few details here and there, and using an upper-class language”. Remember when I talked about Pierre Dubois? He is a pure example of a folklorist-sided fairytale expert, as he strongly despises Perrault for removing all of the primordial strength, raw power and “simple truths” of fairytales, burying them under over-flowering, hyper-delicate speech and biased upper-class mentalities (or so he says). No need to tell you Dubois worships the Brothers Grimm rather than Perrault.

But nowadays people start to realize... Maybe it doesn’t work like that. Maybe Perrault should be given more credits. Because you see... The folk versions of Perrault tales were collected centuries after Perrault’s work were published. They were collected in a time and place where Perrault’s stories were widespread all throughout France and famous enough to be part of popular culture. It thus makes sense that a lot of “folk tales” of France would be variations of Perrault’s stories - told and retold throughout regions and centuries until they got different enough to look similar but not identical. It also help that the very reason Perrault’s stories got so famous and popular was through a little think called the “Blue Library”.

The “Blue Library” was the most famous collection of “peddling literature”. Because remember a thing - at the end of the 17th/in the early 18th century, books costed quite a bit of money, and not everybody in France could read. The works of Perrault, as a book, was originally aimed at a form of “upper-class” - nobility and the aristocracy were his prime targets - and could usually only be accessed by people with the means and knowledge needed, so educated people with enough money to be able to buy extra-things like books. So how did all the lower folks, the poor people, or those that lived in the countryside did to get their books? (because the spreading of books was then still limited to important urban centers) That was the job of the peddlers, who basically copy-pasted the most popular or famous books in the big cities, and then travelled to small villages, remote countysides and non-urban regions to sell the books there. These peddlers of course had to adapt to the means of their clientele - so they sold their book for cheap, and had to cut corners to do so. Small-format books, made with a cheap, easy to destroy paper ; but more importantly, so that the book would cost less, they usually rewrote the stories they copy-pasted, simplifying them, removing episodes and elements (and adding pretty colorful pictures in them instead of entire pages of text). This is how Perrault’s stories actually spread throughout all the regions of France and managed to touch all the French social classes of the time - the “Blue Library” (the most famous and sold peddling literature collection) turned Perrault’s tales (or rather simplified, reworked versions of his tales) into their best-seller. And you’d be surprise to see how much of the “collected folk tales” of France turn out to come from peddling-edited versions of literary fairytales... Because there are some details, in these “folkloric versions” of Perrault’s tales, details that were actually invented by Perrault with very specific intentions, and that you can find back in those “collected folk tales”, proving that they came from Perrault, and not the reverse.

You see, folklorists always thought that the fairytales came “from the bottom”, were the mark of the lower class (there’s the whole image of the peasants during the evening gathering by the fireside to hear stories), and then were taken back by the upper-class and turned into a form of frivolous entertainment... But now, people start to realize that, in some cases (in this specific case, the Perrault/d’Aulnoy stories and the bulk of French fairytales), it was the reverse: the fairytales came from the top (invented by upper-class and aristocrats as a mean of entertainment) and then “went to the bottom” (were spread among the lower-class and got turned into oral folktales). This is why nowadays people turn to “literary studies” to balance out the very... biased perception folklorist studies gave of the idea of “fairytale history”.

(As a last note, just to mention how looking back at literature changed the viewpoint of fairytales - while most people assumed that Perrault, d’Aulnoy and others merely took inspiration from “nurse tales” and folk tales, the truth is that, when looking at their work, they clearly rather took inspiration from literary sources - mostly Italian literature, and Greco-Roman literary works. And similarly, the myth of the Brothers Grimm “collecting their stories among the simple folks” has been debunked, as their primary sources were actually middle-to-upper class people - and some that actually were of French descents and merely told the brothers modified versions of Perrault’s tales!

But that’s a story for another time...)

#fairytales #fairy tales #french fairytales #fairytales history #folklorist vs literary #perrault fairytales #charles perrault #grimm fairytales #pierre dubois

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deancasbigbang · 2 years

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Title: In A Clamorous Appealing

Author: hekate1308

Artist: Merv (aka fruitmixtape and destielcustodybattle)

Rating: Gen

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester

Length: 29000

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe, Firefighter Dean Winchester, Angel Castiel, Best friend Crowley

Posting Date: October 7, 2022

Summary: Dean Winchester was just a normal guy with a normal job and normal friends (certain exceptions to the last notwithstanding). So, when started being followed by an admittedly handsome man in a trench coat only he could see, he was rather worried for his sanity - until the guy suddenly showed, demanding answers to his questions, and Dean not only had to deal with the fact that angels existed, but that they could be pretty cute too, once one got to know them.

Excerpt: Add to all of that that Dean had actually managed to become a fire fighter, as he had dreamed of since his mom’s death and, yeah, life might not have dealt him the best cards, but by God, for some reason, he’d managed to make the best out of them. Anyway, back to the beginning. Dean was a pretty normal guy. He worked his shifts (and if he managed to save a few people now and then, get some cats out of trees, and keep buildings from falling down, he was happy enough), he went out on the weekends, he took someone home with him from time or time or accompanied him to their place yes (yes, their; he’d never felt the need to discriminate against a certain gender when there was enough Winchester for all of them, no matter what Dad had had to say about that) and so time moved on. Yeah, just a normal guy. And he had no problem being one. As a matter of fact, he frequently quite enjoyed it. Some people were just born for greatness – Sam being a prime example – but Dean was content with just living out his normal life. And then things got… weird. Or rather, one certain thing – yeah, he decided, let us stick with thing, for he had no idea what else to call… that – showed up. The first time he saw… that was on a normal day. Well, for him and his colleagues at least. He hoped there was nothing normal about it for the truck driver who’d had an accident while driving biohazard across the country. At least they’d gotten him out without anyone being endangered, and Dean was just trying to calm the man down, when, from the corner of his eye, he saw – Thought he saw, he would later tell himself. With all the fumes, it was only to be expected, even with their equipment. Point was, he thought he saw a – a pretty hot guy, admittedly. Even with the trench coat. As a matter of fact, he was just Dean’s type – obviously because why should he hallucinate or imagine or whatever it was (no, honestly – it was far from an unimportant question, but he showed no other symptoms, and anyway, it had only been a glance) – point was, as he had been busy with the driver, he had seen a pretty hot guy from the corner of his eye.

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crabussy · 1 year

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plants!! omg i love plants, something thats caught my attention recently that i havent had time to research is the micking plant thats called boquila trifoliolata, because it can mimic plastic plants and that implies it has some form of vision and it just ajsjwhwb?? the plants r seeing me dude, besides that lil rant what is your favorite plant(s)?

(Silas here.)

That is incredible, I wasn't aware of these mimic plants before you informed me and I'm so glad you did. Plants fascinate me more than anything in the world, most people seem to take them for granted and dismiss them as unintelligent and unimportant but they are just as bizarre and wonderful as the weirdest of animals. I did some further research and found that not only can these mimics replicate plastic plants https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/34545774/ (showing it doesn't use cellular information to perform mimicry), they are also capable of mimicking over one dozen different plants. https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Leaf-Mimicry-in-the-Climbing-Plant-Boquila-trifoliolata-Pictures-of-the-twining-vine-B_fig1_261917750

Thank you for sharing, I must look into this more.

As for my favourite plant/tree, I must say I love the rainbow eucalyptus purely for its appearance:

I'm also immeasurably fascinated by New Zealand's "vegetable sheep":

they are a type of cushion plant and are named after their sheep-like appearance. They can grow to be quite large (unsure of the exact dimensions) and are surprisingly hard to the touch.

Thank you for sending this ask /gen

#silas takeover #odd choice of tag but if everyone else is wording it like this I suppose I should as well?#ask tag #this was an incredibly fascinating read!

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Shift My World: Chapter 2 (The Witcher Fanfiction)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

Wonderland's Workshop

She should have brought a jacket or cloak. Something that help her bite back the cold that nipped at her skin. With just a thin shirt that most likely; no most definitely was Geralt's and her pair of leggings that she'd woken up wearing. But without a jacket, gloves, hat, and maybe boots to help keep herself just slightly warmer she knew she wouldn't last long. Her idiot's brain hadn't even thought of the weather. It was winter after all but all the excitement that she'd been through had derailed her common sense. The entire situation made it hard for her to act rationally. She was used to being the one to act rational and with a strong head on her shoulders because she was relied on by many back in her reality but here she felt as if she was nothing but a brainless idiot wandering the forests. She breathed in the cold air and looked around at the forest; it hadn't looked so scary in the light as it did during the night but she knew just what kind of creatures lurked in these woods. She had to find him though. If anything, her only purpose was to find Killua; the one thing in this world that was familiar to her from her reality. When she would find him she'd figure out the rest of it all. She remembered in her fever-hazed brain that Geralt had said that Killua was in the woods. So she'd just have to find him.

She did not know how long she had traveled through the forest; cold feet crunching twigs and leaves beneath them and she knew her stupidity would be the death of her or the loss of her feet as she looked down at the pale and dirty appendages. How did no one realize that she was only half-dressed and not said anything? Well, no one expected her to just run off after starting a fight either. God, she was an idiot. She wondered if she would be able to survive in the woods by herself. She'd have to build herself a house or if she had any luck she'd find an abandoned home somewhere in the woods to be able to hide away in until she found a way back home. It wasn't like she hadn't been camping before so she knew how to survive...well if she had supplies, that is. She didn't. She barely had any clothes and with this season biting at her skin she knew she had to do something and fast. Olivia had been so deep in her thoughts she hadn't seen where she had been walking and like the classic damsel in distress with the worst type of cringe reaction her foot met air instead of ground and she was pitched forward into space. Her blue eyes widened when she looked down to find a long fall down a rocky hillside and in her panic she flung her arm up and grabbed onto a branch of an old tree that had fallen and gotten caught between a half-sprouted tree and a rock.

A small scream left her throat as she flayed in the air a few moments before she clasped her other hand onto the branch. Her fingers were hurting her from the cold and her strength was not fully recovered from her injury and illness so she knew in her gut it would be only a matter of minutes before her frozen fingers would break their hold and she'd fall to her unsavory doom of tumbling down a cliff face like some unimportant character in a horror story that would be killed off first. Her side flared up in pain again at the stretch and strain her body was forced into due to her lack of mindfulness and she swore in that exact moment that if she miraculously survived then she'd do whatever it took to change herself and do better. Her eyes filled with tears as she closed them tightly so she would not look down at her impending doom. She always found it rather funny how people referenced such things as 'life flashing before their eyes' at the moment before impending death scenarios in movies but as she hung there minutes before her own she realized that it was not funny at all because although there was no cinematic replay of her entire life rolling behind her eyelids she did have shocks of her most treasured memories in her life that was a stepping stone to where she came. The day she had met McKenzie as little girls; pulling at each other's hair and they became best friends; shared so many good memories and how despite the big leap met an amazing new best friend in Kason when taking the step to better her life and career. Her mother's lovely voice sang her lullabies as a little girl to help her sleep, memories of her father as he took her out for a ride on a nice summer day on his motorcycle. Camping trips with her high school kids. Falling in love with her first crush in high school and although it broke her heart in the end; the strength she gained in her confidence was a lesson well learned. While her Grandfather gave her Killua as a pup that he'd found whilst hunting one day. While memories of her grandmother teaching her to play guitar and piano; encourage her to be more confident in her talents.

Olivia saw all those memories sift through her mind like memories of sand sliding through her fingers and no matter how tightly she tried to hold onto them they slipped through her fingers until the fingers holding onto that branch lost their grip. A rush of air blew her hair into her face and she felt weightless all for a second before her eyes flew open in shock when a hand caught her wrist halting her descent. Her head snapped up and she stared into the slightly panicked golden eyes of the white-haired witcher. His jaw was clenched and teeth bared in a grimace as he used his strength to pull her up. She scrambled with her feet to gain purchase to help him some but in the end, the Witcher's strength overruled her efforts and she was yanked up onto land once more. She let out an exhale of breath as the air got knocked out of her chest as her body landed on a hard surface. Her blue eyes looked down through the tendrils of inky black hair cascading over her shoulders curtaining herself from the world beyond. Golden eyes stared up into her blue as their faces were inches apart and it took Olivia's brain a second to register that she was lying on top of the witcher as he laid on his back on the cold ground.

"Are you alright?" his voice broke her staring contest with him and she scrambled backward until her back hit a tree.

Geralt grunted as he rose to his full 6" 1' height and looked down at the frightened and shell-shocked woman. He frowned at her before sighing and holding a gloved hand out to her to help her up. His wolf-like eyes lowered and a crease formed between his brows as he gave a 'hmm' making her look down realizing the black shirt she wore - his black shirt; was soaking in a darker shade of dark along her side. She didn't have to say anything to realize that her wound had reopened and was soaking into the shirt through the bandages. Her body told her that much.

"You should be more careful next time." Geralt stated as he took a step towards her and reached out as if to pull her shirt to examine the wound but she pulled away and gave a shaky smile.

"Thank you...I-Thank you for saving me. I'm fine." she couldn't allow him to come closer to her. Not for either of their sakes.

Geralt frowned deeper wondering why the girl refused his help but chose not to say anything else and turned to pick up his sword that had fallen. It was just then that Olivia realized that he looked as if he had just returned from a hunt looking all muddy and tired with his hair a slight mess hanging around his face. She wanted to instinctively ask him if he was okay but had to bite her tongue from speaking. She could not get familiar with him. She had to focus on getting back home. Just then a voice broke the silence making Olivia look away from the fall imposing figure to find another shorter man scrambling over logs and through the brush to get towards them.

"Geralt! Hey, what are you doing? Don't just run off like that without-" Jaskier's familiar voice broke off his sentence when he saw the figure of the dark-haired woman standing there and then his self-proclaimed best friend standing there holding a sword.

He blinked looking between the two before he snapped his attention to Olivia. "Ah! that's where you ran off to! Gods woman you are accident-prone aren't you? If Geralt wasn't there to save you you'd be dead!" he exclaimed when he realized what had happened; well at least had an idea of what had happened.

Olivia snorted with a half-smile and looked away; she could not deny Jaskier's charisma and funny idiocy were rather amusing. She never imagined that a character like Jaskier would bring her more comfort rather than the main character. Maybe it was because he reminded her far too much of her friends back home that she instinctively trusted him...she trusted him. Looking over at the brunette she met his inquiring gaze. Olivia couldn't help it and she burst out in laughter. She did not know what came over her. Perhaps it was the near-death situation or perhaps it was her tired brain but she could not help but laugh even when his joke was not funny. Wiping away the tear that lingered at the edge of her eyelash from her laughter and clutching her side Olivia attempted to regain her breath to find the two men staring at her like she had two heads. Well, at least Geralt looked at her like that. Jaskier seemed a little confused at her reaction but the slight smile on his face told tall tales that he seemed pleased with her mindless reaction.

"We should go back. Your wound will need medical attention." Geralt's voice broke the silence making Olivia's gaze snapped to him. She looked back down at her side and then at her red-stained hand.

"Ah, right. You're right." the energy drained from her and she slumped against the tree with a shaky breath just happy to finally be on solid ground again.

They'd begun walking then. Stopped by a small makeshift camp where Geralt had been staying long enough for him to tack up his horse before leading the way back towards the nearest village.

"Are you sure you can walk? You look like you'll stumble and fall any second Beauty." Jaskier asked as they walked with Geralt at the head leading his horse Roach ahead of them with Jaskier keeping up beside Olivia behind him but she was beginning to lag.

Olivia lifted her tired-eyed to glance over at him with a raised brow at the nickname but she did not question it instead she gave a slow nod. "I'll be alright..." her dragging feet tripped over a small branch and Jaskier had to catch her by her shoulders.

"Geralt!" the bard's voice called to the tall man up front who turned at the sound of panic in the younger man's voice.

"Fuck." Geralt's guttural voice responded as Olivia's eyes fluttered a little and she grew limp against Jaskier's side who held her up.

He walked back with his horse to his two companions to examine the half-conscious girl being held up by the bard. He noticed that she was looking pale and realized that she had downplayed her injury. Pulling the soaked fabric of the shirt away from the woman's side he saw the damage of how bad she was bleeding and cursed softly under his breath again. Good thing he had gotten more supplies. Granted, Geralt was not pleased to have come back to the tavern to find that the girl he'd rescued had vanished without a word. He was later told by the barkeeper's wife of what had happened and realized that she probably was with Jaskier. But when he'd caught up with the bard he was without the girl sending Geralt into search mode. Why he wished to find the girl he did not know. But something inside of him pulled her towards helping her. Now that he was looking at her again he realized she was not fully out of the woods just yet. He swung his large frame onto the chestnut mare before holding his arms down towards the bard.

"Give her to me. I'll ride ahead," he told Jaskier who swung her up into his arms quickly before transferring her into the witcher's who positioned her against his chest.

As time was ticking by for the girl he pushed Roach to canter on ahead leaving the bard to follow by foot behind to catch up later. The worried expression on his face as the horse sped off was lost on the witcher as he urged the beast faster toward the nearest town. When Olivia finally reopened her eyes she found that she was inside some sort of room again. The faint glow of candles illuminated a warm light around her and as she sat up she came face to face with the scene of the witcher slumped back in a chair across the room by the window with his eyes closed and his sword resting on the floor by his feet. He looked as if he was sleeping but Olivia knew that he was not. This Witcher never really slept. The nightmares always kept him up. She remembered that from the show but as she sat there in bed watching him from across the room she realized that her mind needed to stop this. She needed to stop comparing the scenes of a show to the reality she was living. This wasn't just a character of a show but an actual person. Whether it was a show or not there were worlds out there that held such circumstances. This world may be fiction to her world but it was real to the people living in this world. Just like that white-haired man sitting in that chair. She looked down at her hands in her lap before realizing that she was changed yet again into a different shirt. Lifting it a little bit she noticed that her bandages were redone and her side did not hurt as bad. A part of her wondered where they were getting all these different clothes from but was thankful nonetheless that she was not in blood-soaked fabric.

Pulling the covers back she slipped out of bed and winced when the floorboards creaked under her feet as she landed barefoot on the cold wooden floor but a glance at the witcher revealed that he had not stirred at the noise. Looking around the room she saw a bundle of clothes on a stool by the bedroom door and she walked over to find that it was a folded pile containing female clothing; a pair of reddish-brown leggings, a brown dress tunic with white sleeves, and a corset. On the floor by the chair was a pair of brown boots with some socks stuffed inside of them. Her lips parted in surprise at the kind gesture as she fingered the leather of the corset. She nearly jumped when Geralt's voice spoke up behind her not realizing that he had woken up.

"Jaskier insisted on buying you new clothes," he said.

Olivia spun around to face the witcher who had not moved from his slumped back position; his head still resting tilted back against the chair's back but his eyes were open partly to watch her with those golden orbs. She gave a small smile and shook her head as she crossed her arms across her chest; a habit she had when nervous or uncomfortable.

"He shouldn't have. I-I can't pay him back for this. One because I don't have money and secondly because I don't even know how much it was...I mean I could always-" she began

"He doesn't want you to pay him back." Geralt sighed rising from the uncomfortable wooden chair. "He got those for you so you'd stop ruining my shirts."

Was that a hint of undertoned amusement in the witcher's voice? Olivia felt her cheeks flush a little and shook her head looking back at the clothes. "Sorry about that...I-I'll find a way to pay you back for them. I know money is hard to come by," she said.

Geralt hummed and moved towards a satchel that was resting by the window and grabbed it. Searching through it he grabbed a small glass vile before turning towards her. He saw how she was watching him warily and he secretly found that look rather amusing because he knew exactly what was going to happen as he walked over and held the vile towards her expectedly. Olivia looked at it and frowned. She had an idea of what that vile contained and she did not want to drink it.

"Please tell me that's just some...." she trailed off.

"It'll help heal you. Tastes like a rat's ass but it does the job." when she did not take it right away he sighed and walked over to the nightstand by the bed and set it there lightly with a clink.

He went about the room collecting his satchel and sword before slipping past her out the door to give her privacy to dress in peace without an audience. He did not say this as such but Olivia liked to think that was the underlining message of his actions as he closed the door behind him. She saw it did not have a lock on it but a keyhole to a key she did not possess naturally so she snatched the clothing quickly and slipped them on. She neatly folded the clothes she wore previously and made a mental note to wash them later when she had a chance as thank you. She did not know where she would go from here but it seemed that Jaskier was fond of her and since she had nowhere else to go perhaps she could tag along with him? All she really could do was ask anyways. The clothes that Jaskier bought her fit her surprisingly well and they were rather comfortable all things considered. There were no mirrors around for her to look at herself so she had to do the best she could with her long unruly hair. God knows how long its been since she brushed her hair but the dark waves were tangled which made her desperately crave a hairbrush or comb instead, she combed what she could with her fingers before wrapping it up in a braid; using the black hair band she had in her hair previously to tie off the end. The woman was about to walk out of the room when she halted looking behind her towards the vile sitting on the nightstand. She sighed and turned back around not having the heart to ignore Geralt's efforts and grabbed the vile. Uncorking it revealed its nasty odor as soon as the wooden stopper was removed and she nearly gagged but she sucked it up and downed the concoction. Nearly choking on the horrendous flavor that stuck to her tongue. It was the worst thing that she had ever tasted but she did it anyway because she'd feel guilty that the witcher had gone to so much trouble to find the herbs to make a said concoction for her to heal faster.

Once that was done she slipped the empty vile into a pocket of her tunic and nearly folded the sheets on the bed before slipping out. She was not raised as a slob by her mama no matter what age she came from. Hearing loud voices below she descended the staircase to find herself standing in the doorway to a decent size tavern. She did not recognize the people there so she knew this was not the same town and tavern that she had woken up in previously and it made her uncomfortable when she remembered just what kind of unsavory people liked to hide away in the taverns to drink. Her blue eyes looked from face to face until she spotted the familiar face of the bard singing yet another silly song. Olivia smiled and leaned against the archway watching as Jaskier skipped and danced around with his instrument singing loudly and riling up the patrons with his lively tunes. The carefree smile that held a fondness for the bard quivered when blue eyes met gold and she felt heat flush her cheeks as she looked away back to watching Jaskier. When she looked back Geralt was gone from his seat. She looked around only to find the tall figure approaching her with a mug. She watched him until he was leaning against the other side of the archway.

"You look better fully clothed." Olivia's jaw dropped a little. Was the a compliment? Because if it was it did not come off as such.

Geralt winced realizing just what he had said and how it must have seemed before he amended. "Sorry, I'm not used to speaking to women casually. I meant to say you are looking better."

Olivia smiled slightly and shook her head. "Thanks to you, you mean." she glanced at him from the corner of her eye as her face grew serious. "You've saved my life twice now and I have no way to repay you. All I can do is thank you," she said softly.

"Hmm." Geralt nodded slightly and looked away. "You need to be more careful next time though. I won't always be there to rescue you when you need me to."

Olivia's eyes rose to meet his but he was watching the crowd around him. A look of confusion crossed her face as she hesitantly asked. "What's that supposed to mean?...you make it sound like we will see a lot of each other?" her statement was left hanging in the air a little as an unspoken question and she saw the grimace on the witcher's face.

"Jaskier has forced me to accept that he's adopted you and since I can't get rid of him you aren't going to be going anywhere," he replied straightening up.

Olivia's eyes widened and a slight laugh escaped her. Jaskier adopted her? Well, that was an interesting way of saying that the bard was fond of her and didn't want her to leave. Not like she had anywhere else to go. But she did not want to burden the witcher if her presence would be more of a burden than it was of help. She wanted to say so as much but before she could Geralt was already walking out the tavern doors leaving the dark-haired woman standing there dumbfounded. She did not know if she should be thanking the bard or cursing him with bad luck because her feelings were waging a war with themselves. Before she could fully comprehend the feelings that were inside of her to confirm what she must do next a familiar voice broke her consciousness and an arm slung around her shoulder.

"Hello, Beauty! Glad to see you up and about! I hardly recognized you now that you're clean and properly dressed." Jaskier stated grinning over at her.

Olivia elbowed him in the side with a slight scowl. "You men have to learn how to talk to a woman I swear Jaskier!" she stated huffing before she had a realization that made her freeze a second. One was that she'd just called him out and two she'd just said his name despite them not being introduced properly yet despite everything they'd been through together in the span of a few days. She hoped he did not mind; Geralt was very forthcoming to names.

But the slip up did not seem to surprise Jaskier and instead, he just smiled at her and said. "You know my name! I'm famous!"

She laughed a little and shook her head relaxing a bit. "A famous idiot maybe." she teased back and nudged him with her shoulder. "I'm Olivia by the way; not Beauty," she said holding her hand out to him.

the bard grinned down at her and grabbed her hand kissing her knuckles instead of giving it a shake as expected. "Pretty name but I think I like Beauty better," he replied.

The raven rolled her eyes and pulled her hand back. "I swear you are insufferable." she chuckled before pointing a thumb over her shoulder. "Geralt left already. Should we follow him? I seem to have been unceremoniously adopted into your group so..."

His eyes lit up and he twirled her around before clasping arms with her and leading her outside. "He's probably talking to Roach at the stables. Don't worry!"

Oh, she wasn't worried. She knew though even if Geralt went off somewhere on his own without talking to either of them about it Olivia would be just fine where she was. She did not need the Witcher to be safe or give her adventure; the bard did that just fine. The adventure didn't always mean being saved and nearly dying from some monsters even if it did make a better storyline. Olivia didn't know how long she'd be in this world as she hadn't even thought to think about how to get home yet. Or try to remember what she wrote in her manuscript because frankly. She was already falling for this world and its dynamic characters. She knew she did not belong here but somehow she still felt as if she could live here. Like going to a real-life medieval fantasy festival. The longer she spent the day with Jaskier and tried to keep him out of trouble the more she forgot who she was and where she came from. The fact was, she didn't think she'd want to leave anytime soon.

Chapter Coming Soon ~

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