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malaks-perch · 4 years

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a war of tea and pastries

nadia satrinava x reader

both you and nadia are in for a couple surprises

warnings: it get spicy, sfw?? fluff make heart POOM

a/n: i really meant to post this yesterday, forgive me. part of #31DaysofArcana, follow for more during this awesome week!! check out the first tag to find more content for this event on my blog and all of tumblr!'

this was definitely a sight for any vesuvian to see. countess nadia satrinava was doing anything and everything she could to find the slightest bit of work. from asking servants left and right what there was to do on that day to asking her right hand about any particular events there were today. but unfortunately for her... there were none.

at this very moment, the elegant countess of vesuvia was pestering portia about anything that might be going on in vesuvia. any. thing.

"milady, I must insist that there is nothing to do." portia smiled to herself as she went about her cleaning in the palace library. nadia was over her shoulder trying to steal a rag away from where they were perched on portia's arm.

both were fairly agile and when nadia would reach portia would make a valiant and subtle pull far enough away from the countess to clean something elsewhere. for good reason, of course.

last tome portia allowed nadia to help in her duties she was chewed out by one of nadia's pesky advisors. they meant well because nadia did end up cutting her palm when she broke a dish in the kitchen. nadia chastised herself for breaking it and apologized for being so clumsy. (it literally slipped into the sink off of the counter, but nope, not according to nadia).

so when portia sent you a distressed look over her shoulder, you knew exactly what to do. turning your head and looking up before slamming a hand on a nearby desk.

"oh my stars!"

nadia was at her post immediately, wrapping an arm around your waist and scanning the desk for a potential problem.

"i will take care of it, darling. all you need to do is tell me what is troubling you." nadia pressed her cheek to your shoulder, violet eyes scanning your face as her thumb came to rub across your jaw.

it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do.

"you have tea with one of the palace representatives! they were busy tending to one of your family's royal courts!" you groaned, leaning over and rubbing your temples as if it hurt just remembering the information.

nadia rubbed her skilled fingers over your shoulders, "don't worry, my love." she assured, hands threading through your hair in the way she knew that made your body go lax. "portia, we have work to do."

nadia left, eagerly ordering the palace staff to decorate the veranda. plush cushions and fabrics being laid out around a table for maximum comfort.

you laid on your shared bed, watching as nadia came in from her baths. through silks you could see she was freshly lathered in oils that made her room smell that much sweeter.

"maybe you should tell that pompous ambassador to wait." you huffed watching nadia's robe fall away as she disappeared into the closet.

a gentle laugh sounding from within. nadia poking her head out, an arm braced to the doorway hid the modesty of her chest. but it didn't stop you from looking.

"if you want to go deal with an arrogant politician tomorrow, then you may show him to a room upon arriving." she raised a brow with that sexy smirk on her lips.

you practically launched off the bed. murmuring praises to whosoever turned this day in your favor.

"y/n"

oh? that tone never escaped the bedroom. immediately you spun on your heel to find nadia challenging stare. the lifted brow, the smirk, the smile...

you went over to nadia's side of the bed and plopped down, sprawling out and propping up on your elbows so nadia could see your ever growing smirk.

the countess of vesuvia blushed and quickly disappeared into her closet.

a laugh sounding from you upon seeing the same woman who so handed her ex-husband his ass flustered from seeing you kicking back on her bed.

"i'll be good," you promised as a few servants came in the room to help the countess pick an outfit for this grand occasion. "as long as you promise to relax a little with that arrogant ambassador."

the servant girls stifled their giggles shooting you smiles of their own. nadia was dressed up in white silks that clung to her chest and flowed behind her as she crossed the room. shooting a brow to the girls before climbing up to stradle your lap.

you raised a brow, letting your hands settle on nadia's waist in an effort to get her to stop cutting those tyrian eyes at the poor girls.

"my, my... it seems you girls have riled up my lover." you hummed before nadia turned to you, tracing her hands over your shoulders before she returned your smile.

"please summon portia." her tone sharp as she leaned down to trace her lips against your neck. a light hum left your mouth as the nervous girls disappeared out the room.

you laughed, rubbing nadia's back as she leaned back to observe sly grin on your face. "they were here to help you dress. you'll keep driving the new ones off if you keep doing that."

her fingers roughly tilted your head back as her lips ghosted your neck, "then they shouldn't be undressing you with their eyes."

nadia's hands trailed a little lower than usual and you flipped her so she was beneath you. trying to laugh off a moan as you met her gaze. "you have to meet that ambassador."

she gave a sly smile despite how her wrists were pinned to the bedding. "let them wait~"

her breathy reply sent shivers up your back, but you quickly regained yourself and pushed off her to stand at the end of the bed post.

"you're not playing fair, beloved." you grinned upon seeing her roll over so she was laying on her stomach.

"neither are you," she sighed, getting up to trek over to you. "will you not join me to see the ambassador?"

you grinned and wrapped your arms around her waist, "maybe. i'll have portia announce my arrival."

nadia satrinava poked her lip out then. pouting at being away from you.

"don't look so down," you smiled as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "i'm sure you'll have fun. i have to visit asra anyway."

nadia gave a sigh, untangling from your arms and walking towards the closet. "of course, send him my regards."

you watched as nadia, whether she meant to or not, her hips swayed in the slightest, but you were quick to put some distance between you both or neither of you would make your.. appointments.

portia squeaked upon seeing you in the hallway. you'd dressed up in silks most similar to those that hung over nadia's bed. fabrics curled over your shoulders and wrapped around your waist leaving a large gaping 'v' to show off your chest. paired with the genie pants, you certainly did look foriegn to what might've been normal to prakran visitors.

portia was loving it. rubbing her hands up and down your exposed arms as she smiled up at you. "you really didn't have to do this—"

"nadia was begging for something to do." you smiled as portia showed you to the veranda where a warm breeze flowed between the palace columns.

"it's a good thing you chose the gazebo out there then." portia giggled as she walked further into the palace.

"why?" you called after her, turning only to find her giggling with the servant girls.

"because she's going to jump your bones."

you set a hand over your mouth, stopping any stuttering from embaressing you any further. as you walked through the gardens you found nadia settled.

ludovico gave a nod, unable to help his smile when you motioned to the gazebo where nadia's back was turned to you.

"introducing! the representative of prakra's royal court and vesuvian politician—" nadia pushed the silk aside and stopped dead in her tracks upon seeing your smirk. "the palace magician, y/n l/n."

"what?" nadia gaped as you stepped up to stand on the stairs so you were eye level. tapping her chin with a finger and nodding to ludovico who went back to his post.

"i am one of prakra's royal court representatives, aren't i?" you smiled disappearing into the gazebo to lie down on the plush cushions laid out for you both.

"vesuvian politician?"

"i am a major influence amongst where and how the vendors run their trade." you smiled as your fingers danced around a few pastries only to pop a sugar cube in your mouth.

"arrogant ambassador?" she finally smiled raising a brow.

"as a resident in our shared bed, i consider myself a powerful diplomat in the bedroom."

nadia laughed and sat down next to you. taking your hand in hers as she gave you the warmest of smiles. "so all that talk of a foreign ambassador—"

"i'm as foreign as vesuvia gets, lovely."

nadia laughed, leaning forward to pour tea for the both of you. relaxing even more as you let her hair down and played with the ends.

"now countess, i would like to discuss the restrictions of my territories." you teased upon receiving tea from a smirking nadia.

"is that so?" the countess took on her best pokerface, the same one used that would win most negotiations with politicians and leaders from different countries. "do you not have enough power in your dominion?"

"i do, countess." you set a hand over your chest, tipping your head back like a snobby royal would. "but it's come to my attention that you are hogging everything from the ocean to the covers at three am."

nadia straight out laughed. head tipping back as the medolic sound shattered the pokerface she put up so well. it was nice to see her like this, so carefree. you sipped your tea trying your best not to let any choke you up as you watched nadia.

"and you wonder why you aren't allowed at my important meetings." she smiled pecking your cheek.

"i'm not allowed because someone is jealous of all my admirers." the choked noise nadia made forced you to bite back a smile as you pretended to look over pastries. "i will not name anyone, but—"

"says the one who burned lucio's painting right in front of him." nadia smirked upon seeing your head whip around.

"he was being a royal pain in our asses." the comment made nadia laugh. When your fingers pulled her so she was staring into your eyes— she nearly froze up all together. "no one deserves that kind of treatment."

her fingers cupped your face, smiling as she let her forehead rest upon your own. the faint blush on her face didn't go unnoticed. "hence why i no longer tolerate his behavior."

"you are a queen, nadia." you cupped her face in your hands and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "you deserve to be treated as such."

"empress."

"what?" you pulled back to find her already smiling.

"if you'd like to address me, do it right." nadia tapped your chin, quirking a brow up as she picked up a pastry. "empress."

you flicked one of the jellies from a black raspberry up on her nose. "and i'm supposed to be the arrogant ambassador."

her mouth dropped open and she flicked apple jelly in your direction. landing it on your cheek making you shriek. nadia laughed again and you took the opportunity to shove a pastry in her mouth.

the countess squeaked in surprise when you grabbed a couple handfuls of pastries, setting them in the crook of your arm.

"countess, if you choose to retaliate. i will be forced to gather troops from the country of my cold bedside to reign down on hoggersville for crimes of thievery and having impossibly beautiful hair."

nadia stood up without a word, grabbing the tray of cookies, and staring you dead in the eye. she launched a tart in your face and from there it was chaos.

tea spilled into cushions and pastries thrown to stain the wine colored silks that hung from the gazebo. clothes were stained with jellies and creams while faces were painted with smiles and warmth.

somewhere in the war of pastries and tea, you'd tripped and fallen on top of nadia. catching yourself just barely only for nadia to swing you both around and stradle you.

you groaned as she panted above you. a blueberry tart in hand as she raised a brow.

"surrender and i, the empress of impossibly beautiful hair, will allow you to thrive in hoggersville."

you grabbed her wrist, a soft smile growing on your face as she stared down at you. "i would lay my life down rather than let my people suffer another cold night."

nadia set the pastry aside before leaning down to peck your lips sweetly, "that is why you will rule beside me."

you froze and nadia seemed to notice, only waiting with an expectant look that consisted of a small smirk and a raised brow. "what did you say?"

"you heard me."

nadia satrinava. hair elegantly draped behind and framing the smeared jelly on her face. clothes stained with blues, purples, and golds that were once in pastries. the impossibly beautiful countess-

"did you just propose?"

she smiled and cupped your jaw, "would i choose anyone else?"

it took a moment for everything to catch up. out of everyone in vesuvia- nay, the world. nadia satrinava wanted you to rule beside her in vesuvia.

"you want me to.. you want to marry me?"

"no one is as worthy as you," nadia pressed a kiss to your cheek only for you to bolt up and crush your lips against hers.

upon breaking the kiss, she pulled back, tracing your jaw with a smile.

"so is that a yes?"

"if you'll have me."

she pressed her lips to yours in a softer kiss, caressing every inch of skin softly. making her way down to her shoulders when she shoved you back into the cushions.

you would've questioned her had it not been for the predatory look in her eyes.

you were screwed.

nadia leaned down brushing your noses together, "but for future reference, as a resident in our shared bed—" nadia pecked the corner of your lips, but her dangerously violet eyes never broke the gaze she'd locked with yours. " — you have no power as an ambassador."

a grin took her lips as she entwined your hands together, hovering over you.

"this is a dictatorship."

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norrrington · 4 years

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rules of engagement | pirates of the caribbean | ao3

Governor Swann throws a lavish engagement party for the newly betrothed James and Elizabeth, but the celebration is interrupted when James receives an unexpected correspondence from his estranged father.

hello! as my lovely friends and followers know, a few days ago i published a norribeth fic on ao3 and made a post about it here, but unfortunately tumblr’s new arbitrary tagging rules prevented it from showing up in any of the relevant tags. in an effort to circumvent this i’ve decided to publish the body of the work in plain text here, but i also have a link to it on ao3 if you would prefer to read it there or would like to leave a kudos or comment (which i would very much appreciate)! i hope you enjoy it. thank you so much for reading :’)

Approximately two hours into the party, she loses him.

Truthfully, the engagement ball had been her father’s suggestion. Despite James and Elizabeth’s obvious disdain for such functions—James, ever the picture of graciousness and cordiality, expressed his feelings considerably meeker than his fiancée—the governor could not forego the opportunity to celebrate the impending union of his only daughter and the decorated Commodore he’d always loved as a son.

The couple obliged him gratefully, though both found themselves shocked at the grandeur with which the event was thrown. The guest list not only boasted the presence of Port Royal’s finest, but a smattering of Weatherby’s contacts in London who were exceedingly happy to make the arduous trip, if only to determine for themselves the veracity of the legends about the Royal Navy’s fabled “Scourge of Piracy”.

Much to her surprise, Elizabeth finds herself in thorough enjoyment of the evening. She’s never cared for the social obligations of her station, but the thin gold band that newly adorns her left hand brings with it feelings of security and warmth, much like the man to whom it tethers her. James has been a steady fixture in her life since her early adolescence, treating her with kindness and respect at an age when she was frequently dismissed and condescended to by those in lower positions than he. She fondly recalls the countless times he patiently entertained her insatiable curiosities about his exploits at sea, even occasionally gifting her trinkets from his military escapades abroad. As she grew older, her adolescent infatuation with him bore heavier water, which he returned in spades of ardent devotion during their courtship.

She feels a small smile pull at the corners of her lips as she remembers the night of his proposal. It was an uncharacteristically cool evening in Port Royal, and the newly-minted Commodore had escorted her away from the suffocating crowd and toward a parapet overlooking the serene, sparkling waters of the Caribbean. Their mutual contempt for social engagements was a hallmark of their relationship, and she chuckles to herself thinking of the myriad dinner parties and elaborate balls during which they’d traded snide comments in conspiratorial whispers.

She takes great pride in cracking his stoic facade, causing him to spurt startling barks of laughter at inopportune moments that draw irate glares from their guests and color the tips of his ears a deep, bashful red. She enjoys this side of him, in large part due to the fact that it seems solely reserved for her. Under no other circumstances does he waver or relinquish control, yet the night of their engagement he appeared positively flustered. She had fought an adoring smile as she watched him silently war with himself, no doubt chastising himself for the adverse effects of his nerves.

His words wove gentle knots in Elizabeth’s heart, promising his love, adoration, and unrelenting devotion to her. She had never known a man as steadfast as James Norrington, and to be the subject of his affections was a stroke of good fortune she often found herself in awe of. Her answer came swiftly, enthusiastically, and affirmatively, bucking his cherished standards of propriety and drawing him down for a long, tender kiss.

The swell of the orchestra returns her from her reverie, and she scans the room for her fiancée, hoping to entice him to join her for a quiet moment in the garden, yet James—whom she normally spies pressed against a wall in hopes of avoiding detection—is nowhere to be found. His unannounced absence sets her on edge, and she slips out of the ballroom in search of him.

As she turns into the hallway, she spots the door to the study is slightly ajar, casting a sliver of moonlight upon her feet. She enters quietly, careful not to immediately notify him of her presence. The room is dark save for the pattering of starlight dancing across the floorboards, and she feels an inexplicable chill run through her despite the balmy evening air.

She spots James seated at the desk, illuminated only by the flame of a small candle flickering next to him. He is ensconced in shadows, and though she cannot see his face, he appears decidedly defeated, his shoulders slumped and head bowed over what appears to be a small letter.

“James?” she calls. “Are you alright? You seem to have disappeared from the fray.” She remains in the doorway, hesitant to enter, as if approaching a wounded animal.

James lifts his head at his name, and the expression he bears churns her stomach.

His dark brows are knitted in concern, his mouth contorted in a severe frown. Elizabeth is stricken by how uncharacteristically small he looks in this moment, and her heart aches. She crosses the room to meet him, resting a hand gently on his shoulder.

As if suddenly aware of the effect his rare, unguarded display of emotion has on her, James straightens himself and attempts to adopt an expression of neutrality. It doesn’t work, however, and Elizabeth’s throat tightens. She wishes he didn’t feel the need to always be strong for her, especially at the expense of conveying his true feelings.

“I’m sorry to have left so abruptly,” he sighs, reaching up to his shoulder to place his hand over hers. “I should have come to find you.”

“No need to apologize, darling.” She pauses for a moment, searching for a way to lighten his mood. After a brief silence, she ventures, “I was hoping for a respite from these stifling guests myself, but it appears you’ve taken the preferred hideout.”

He smiles weakly up at her in a halfhearted acknowledgement of her attempt, but the expression does not meet his eyes. He glances down at the parchment in his hand, and Elizabeth notices that it is trembling slightly.

“I received a letter from my father.”

A wave of dread washes over Elizabeth, nausea nestling uncomfortably in her stomach. James never speaks much of his father, but she knows enough to be aware that he holds no affection for the Admiral, nor he James.

“Oh,” Elizabeth breathes, her anxiety casting a thick cloud in the humid air. What small bouts of communication James has with his family are usually conducted through his mother, who often disguises her own praises for her husband’s. James is never fooled, but extends her the courtesy of letting her believe otherwise. “He wrote you directly?”

“I was similarly surprised,” he sneers. “Apparently he deems our engagement a worthwhile enough occasion for his semi-annual acknowledgement of my existence. Aren’t we lucky?”

James’ words are acidic, but the thinly-masked hurt behind the words renders his voice nigh unrecognizable. Elizabeth squeezes his shoulder in response, then kneels at his side to meet his mournful gaze.

“May I see it?” she asks, so softly it’s nearly lost in the cacophony of music and laughter wafting from the adjacent ballroom.

James obliges wordlessly, casting his eyes downward like a child being scolded. She desperately wants to rest his head against her chest and press soothing kisses into his hair, but she refrains. Instead, she accepts the letter from him, dusting a soft kiss across his knuckles as she does so.

She knows from James’ occasional mentions that his father is a man of few words, yet she still finds herself taken aback by the brevity of the letter. The man’s penmanship is immaculate but impersonal, spanning the width of the page as if striving to crawl off of it.

Son,

I wish to extend your mother’s and my sincere congratulations on your engagement. May this be an accomplishment you brandish with pride.

Regards,

Admiral Lawrence Norrington English Royal Navy

Elizabeth scoffs at the formality with which the letter is written. Though she‘s always been aware that the relationship she shares with her father is rare, the cold detachment etched into the parchment sends a shiver down her spine. She gleans more information about her future father-in-law from what is withheld from the page than what is written, taking particular notice of the seemingly deliberate omission of any personal details.

She makes a silent note to herself to hug her father particularly tightly the next time she sees him.

After a long pause, she lets out a bitter laugh that pierces the air and startles James out of his stupor.

“Clearly you gained more from it than I did,” he responds flatly.

Elizabeth shakes her head. “Not at all. I’m simply marveling at the misfortune of the poor couriers whose efforts were wasted delivering such a worthless correspondence. I only hope they were compensated handsomely for their needless trouble.”

James arches an eyebrow in question, then releases a sharp bark of laughter that seems to deflate his rigid frame. Encouraged by his responding levity, Elizabeth smirks. “Do you think he believes he’ll receive a court martial if he fails to sign off with his full title?”

James unleashes a smile that illuminates his face, flecks of gold glinting in his impossibly green eyes. Elizabeth’s heart swells at the sight. “Perhaps my own failure to do so is why I have not yet been similarly promoted,” he replies, slapping his hand over his heart in feigned shock. “And to think the solution has been in front of me all this time!”

“Oh, please,” Elizabeth answers, waving her hand dismissively. “The honorable Admiral Norrington seems to perceive our impending union as a suitable alternative.”

James’ face falls at this, and he reaches down to clasp her hands in his own. Though she plays off the comment in jest, James knows she resents the frequent comparisons of her hand in marriage to a prize won. “Elizabeth,” he begins, his emerald gaze intent on her. “I assure you his foolish assessment of our relationship is not founded in anything he’s learnt on my behalf.”

A conciliatory smile graces her lips. She knows this. No matter how forward she’s been, how explicitly clear she’s made her feelings for him, James has never taken her—or her word—for granted. Even on the eve of their engagement, when their prior expressions of love rendered the occasion more a formality than an official inquiry, she had noticed an air of trepidation about him, as if he anticipated a rejection. She wondered if something in a past life had prepared him for it.

“Of course,” she replies, cupping his cheek in her hand. “I simply find myself tiring of those who liken our marriage to a professional laurel. I understand not all are able to marry for love, but reducing the value of women to what they can offer to their husbands…” Her gaze drops to her lap as she trails off, unable to finish without betraying the bitter lump in her throat. She hadn’t expected such emotion to overcome her in her efforts to comfort him.

James pulls her closer to him, pressing his forehead against hers. The simple, wordless act of understanding diffuses the tension in both of their bodies, and they sit in silence for a few moments, relishing the quiet intimacy of being entirely anchored to one another. He presses a soft kiss to her hair and tilts her chin to meet his eyes. After a beat, he smiles mischievously, as if he was just made privy to an excellent joke.

“I would say we’ve been most gracefully acquiescent to the governor’s lavish wishes for our engagement celebration. Perhaps we could leverage him to limit the capacity of our wedding to a more… amenable audience?”

Elizabeth releases a satisfied grin that splits her features, positioning her chin authoritatively. “I believe that can be arranged.”

#james norrington #elizabeth swann #norribeth #pirates of the caribbean #potc #FOURTH TRY

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mytwistedhome · 4 years

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𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭

a Riddle x Female Reader story

A ballroom scenario inspired by the Ghost Marriage event <3 Written in the present tense with a second-person POV!

(I’m also thinking of doing something with a masquerade theme for Rook... The idea just seems so romantic to me!)

A quick note before I begin:

I know that @jangmi-latte (I’m tagging as a way to have others easily find them... I hope it is not a bother) had a very similar idea to write these types of stories inspired by the event, and I did see their post before writing this. However, my intention was not at all to copy or plagiarize their idea. I genuinely adore ballroom scenarios, and I just wanted to have my go at it. I was more so inspired by seeing the new cards the morning they were shared on Tumblr. I really just love everything about it. I’m sorry if it’s annoying to see this idea repeated (as I know my writing probably can’t even compare latte’s), but this really was just for my enjoyment. I have absolutely zero intention of scraping off someone else’s idea, as I know that can feel like such a kick to the gut. My full support and admiration goes to latte, and once again, my intention is not to produce a copy.

Oh, gosh... sorry that was so long.

Anyways, I hope that some people may enjoy! And, thank you all so, so much for a hundred followers! I just reached that number yesterday, and I am so happy <3 It means a lot to me! Thank you all!

(I was going to use the image of Riddle's new card, but I decided against it in case of spoiling others... I chose just to use this gif because the girl here almost fully embodies the “reader” character that I envisioned🤍 Though, unfortunately, I do not know the source of it.)

Gentle music of the harp and piano sounds through the ballroom's walls, and a several couples sway to the melody, much to their delight, yet much to your bore. You look around, trying to find something of entertainment in this vibrant and beautiful setting. Riddle is standing at the other end of the ballroom, his lips curving slightly down as he greets all those he knows with polite words and a nod of his head. Do you see him? Standing there among the others? Dressed so finely in a suit of red and black?

You lean your body to the side to peer past the other guests standing in front of you, and--yes! You do see him! He, with a pleasant face and a stare so cold. He, with his vibrant hair and whispy ribbons of gold. Your eyes widen with a gasp for breath, and your heart starts to hammer in your chest. The speeding pace of your heart rushes blood to your cheeks and through every pulsing vein. How lovely. So fluttery. This feeling of blissful lightness.

You role your eyes up, gazing at that shining silver ceiling of the ballroom as you release a warm breath. With that sigh, you consent yourself to the dizzy feelings of fondness that grow in your mind. And then, as if walking on air, you weave your way through the crowd of guests.

Stepping gracefully, you pass through everyone in your way as your body turns and sways. The skirt of your gown sweeps around your legs with every motion of your hips, and you can't help the simple smile that graces your lips as you gaze into the eyes of every person you go by. Yet, you do not hold the eyes of anyone. Only a glance, and then you pass. Some even begin to part a path as they see you moving by. An enchanting look charms anyone, doesn't it?

You smile in courtesy as you make your way over, though still so focused on the young man of your desire--the one of whom you decided is wonderful and handsome before you've even met him.

And--oh! There he is! Just several feet away! You hadn't even realized that you made it this far, did you? And, now that you are so much closer to him, you are suddenly overcome by a severe nervousness. It seizes your veins, quickens your pulse, and tightens your throat. You take in a sharp breath as a sweat rolls down your back. Butterflies emerge from their cocoons inside your stomach, stretching their wings out inside of you. What are you to do? You hadn't thought of what to say. Oh goodness, oh my, just what are you to say?

And, right then, Riddle glances your way. His brows raise, eyes widen; interest and admiration are completely captured at that brief moment. That second your eyes meet his, you give a wide grin. Nervousness floods into excitement and adrenaline, and it pushes you further, further to walk to him.

You see Riddle smile politely as you approach him. Though his expression is not nearly as enthusiastic as yours, he still holds a starstruck twinkle in his gaze. "Hello," he greats with all gentleness and ease, right before he's struck with awareness and recognition, "Oh... Is it you?"

"Yes, Riddle," you answer eagerly, "It is me."

Of course, you know Riddle well because of his family tittle, and he knows of you as the daughter of his family's friend, yet this was the first time for the two of you to be formerly introduced. Every time your name was mentioned in his home, Riddle wold not think much of it. You do not know this, but from the little information he heard of you, he thought you to be a silly, ditsy girl who did not much care for responsibility. He did not ever imagine you to be so gorgeous, or to be so warm, or to look at him with such welcome in your expression. Looking at you now, he regrets all the judgement he ever made when he was younger. How could he think so lightly of you whom he hadn't even known?

Riddle is quick to now conceal his surprise, smiling at you wider with a shimmer in his eyes. "It's really a pleasure to finally meet you face-to-face. Would you like to dance while the music is still slow? It's only proper for us to get acquainted through a dance, as I'm sure you know."

Your expression falters, lip quivers, and you take a slight step back as you hesitate what to answer, "I really do love to dance, but I am not very good..." you admit with a shy smile as you lower your head to the ground, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. "I'd much prefer to skip that for now, if you don't mind."

Riddle tilts his head, looking at you strangely, as he's a bit perplexed to hear you admit to your lack of skill in the common tradition. You worry at that expression of devastation, but, well, what were you expecting?

"I see..." he says after a pause, "Well, you are young, so I'm not too surprised. But, weren't your parents ever strict on you to learn?"

"Oh...? No, not really," you shake your head solemnly, "my parents never really minded if I didn't know to dance, though I sometimes wish they made me practice more..."

You see Riddle's eyes widen ever slightly in strange alarm, and you wonder for a moment if you had said something wrong.

"So I see," his expression darkens as he takes on a harsher tone, "That would never go over in my home." He's beginning to reconsider his presumptions, and you are so unaware. Perhaps he was right? Perhaps you are just a silly girl who's careless towards your duty? Though, maybe he shouldn't jump to conclusions...

Riddle sighs, releasing the thoughts from his mind. "Have you been here before? I believe this is my first time seeing you attend this place."

"No," you shake your head so that your hair bounces over your shoulders, and you show a wide grin as all excitement suddenly rush up through your veins and pours out onto your ecstatic face, "I have never been to this ballroom before. But, it's so beautiful! I love it very much already."

Riddle returns your smile with one of reverence, "Come with me, then. There is something here I think you would like to see."

You beam, and your heart beats faster as butterflies turn into a warmth that spreads up your chest and up your throat. You keenly follow Riddle as he turns toward the back of the ballroom, keeping close to him, almost touching. The ball is, really, so spectacular. The golden fractures of the floor seem to shimmer, and the setting sun reflects off the shining pillars. Everything is shrouded in royal shades of silver and pale grays. The music echoes from the walls that stretch up, up to the ceiling, filling every person with serenity and charm. You turn your head to Riddle and see how the light gleams off the golden details that adorn his vest. Oh, how beautiful...! You think to yourself, for he truly radiates in such a grand place.

In silence, you follow Riddle out to the garden. That setting sun embellishes the sky with gentle colors of pink and orange, illuminating the atmosphere as the distant sun glows red. The garden is just as magnificent as the inside of the ballroom. There are flowers beds of lilies, bushes of azaleas, and roses of all colors. Your eyes grow wide at the sight of all the pretty plants and the scent of all the fruity fragrances, and Riddle smiles at you, so delighted to see you happy.

A white archway wrapped in green vines leads onto a stone path, and Riddle gestures for you to entwine your arm with his as he leads you down that path. You smile and obey, blissfully linking your arm to his. The fabric of his sleeve is soft against your bare arm, and the small butterflies that float from flower to flower somehow seem to find their way into your stomach once more as you grow nervous and excited to have Riddle so near to you.

"This garden is so lovely," you say with a grin, "I'm enjoying everything. Thank you for showing me."

Riddle turns his head towards you, his face so close to your own, and responds with a gentle smile, "I'm glad you like it, but this isn't all. Just be patient until we get further down."

You nod your head and turn your face away from his to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. With your eyes to the ground and your lips still smiling, you allow yourself to be overcome with affection towards the young man who was, right now, treating you so kindly. Your heart pounds yet again, hammering away until it drives you into a dizzy, dreamy state of elation. And, before you know it, you are in the place that Riddle had intended for your to see, and he gently tugs at your arm with his own to get you to look up.

You lift your chin, and what you see takes your breath away. Before you, a circular garden table with many fancy little chairs surrounding it is beautifully ornamented with everything needed for a perfect tea party. But, not just that, everything on that table is moving all on their own! The teapots pour their tea into the cups, which then go flying from chair to chair, waiting for someone who isn't there. The miniature cakes all dance around the table as they hop onto every plate, and the cookies follow their lead. The spoons cling themselves onto the empty teacups, making light noises that sound so delicate and pretty, and everything else moves with a madness that somehow blends and complements into an odd harmony.

"Oh, Riddle...!" you breathe out, your soft voice full of glee, "This is incredible!"

You hear him give the smallest of laughs as he looks at you with such fondness and care. "I'm glad you're happy with it," is all he says before he turns his own attention to the remarkable tea party.

Such a sight really is unbelievable. Things like this can only happen with the aid of magic, isn't that right? Could it be that Riddle had done this? Had you shown you because he was proud? Because he wanted you to be pleased? Your smile widens and the idea that this could all be due to Riddle's talent, for he's truly so wonderful with magic. Yet, despite your delight, you cannot help but wonder... Is he doing all of this from his heart, or just to be polite?

But, just then, a new type of music sounds from the ballroom and reaches your ears, even this deep in the garden. It's much louder and now, and it seems to be... violins? Something beautiful and passionate...

From the corner of your eye, you see Riddle shifting himself towards you, pressing himself ever closer. He places his hand at your waist, which causes another blush to rise to your face. He leans closer, closer... Closer until his lips are right at your ear. "Do you hear the new music? The violins have begun. How about we share that dance now?"

"Oh...!" you gasp softly at having his whispering warm breath breeze past your ear. "Oh, no, I couldn't. I might step on you..."

Riddle quickly turns his head away and laughs in joy. At this very moment, you openly believe that his is one of the most beautiful things you've ever heard, and his genuine smile the most gorgeous sight to behold. He faces you now once again, and he says to you in a voice so sweet, "Do not worry, please. It would be my honor to have a lady practice her dancing on my feet."

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 79

Zora had only stayed one night at the Black Bulls base. Zara’s sister arriving the afternoon after Zara’s death to take Zora to live with her and her family in Rizon. While probably fortunate for Zora’s mental and emotional healing, it was unfortunate for the case and cause of justice that Zora hadn’t seen anything. With no idea who or why Zara had been killed, murdered in his own home; Zora seeing or hearing something would've be of great help to Magic Investigations.

It was mid-morning twelve days after Zara’s death when Julius arrived at the Black Bulls base. He had been carrying the final report from Magic Investigations; brow deeply furrowed, lips set in a hard line, and furious tears shining in his eyes. The case of Zara Ideale’s death was officially closed. Zara had been more than a friend to Julius. The man had enlightened and inspired him. Which made both the report, and things he overheard when walking the grounds of Magic Knights Headquarters all the more upsetting.

Seated behind the desk in his office, Jax lowered the report and looked up at his friend. “How could they find nothing? No trace. No lead. Is Magic Investigations really that incompetent? I’ll send some of my people out and we’ll find something.”

Julius shook his head and downed the whiskey he had let Jax pour him when he first sat down. Grimacing at the burn, he set the glass on the desk. “The case is closed. Sir Jorah was adamant about that.”

Jax frowned at the empty glass, eyes narrowing. “What’s going on here, Julius? There’s something you’re not saying.”

Julius sniffed, lip twitching. “I overheard some Purple Orcas.” His voice cracked with emotion forcing him to pause and swallow the painful lump in his throat. “They were conversing. I didn’t hear a name. But… They were talking about having killed someone in their own home.”

Jax straightened in his seat. Unable to believe it, he leaned forward and questioned. “You think Zara’s comrades murdered him?”

Eyes stinging, Julius looked up at his friend. “I’ve never known a Magic Knight to laughingly boast about having killed someone in their own home. I had Marx check the mission reports. There was nothing sent in from the Purple Orcas about entering someones home. Let alone killing them.”

“But why? Why kill one of your own?” Jax asked, incredulous.

Julius’ hands balled into fists. If he was right, just how far did this go? Surely Sir Jorah knew. Why else would he be so adamant that the case was closed? Why else would the Wizard King refuse to hear him out? Such news would be devastating for the Magic Knights. Was that why Sir Jorah was keeping it quiet? Or was it to protect the image of the nobles in the Purple Orcas? No matter the reason, it disgusted Julius. He had to get stronger and become Wizard King. He had to fix the hierarchical corruption within the Magic Knights. Sir Jorah might have taken the first step by implementing the star system. But it wasn’t enough if things like this could happen and be swept under the rug.

More dismayed than he’d been in years, Julius replied. “Heath may not have been the one to pick Zara for the Orcas, but he tolerated Zara well enough during his time as Captain. Whlif on the other hand.” Teeth gritted, he shook his head. “Zara might not have said anything. But I could tell things got exponentially worse for on him when Whilf became Captain.”

“Are you saying a Magic Knights Captain had something to do with the murder of one of his own?” Jax questioned, struggling to keep his voice down.

Rubbing his brow, Julius slumped back. “Mana. I truly hope not. Not wanting to cause Zara any problems, I didn’t openly reveal we were good friends.”

Jax nodded, understanding. Back in the day, before his rank had risen to the point of protecting him, Jamie and Pyter had set upon him more than once for forgetting his place as a merchants son and being friends with Julius. Even now, he still occasionally got flack for his friendship with the royal.

Realization dawned, a deep foreboding crawling up Jax’s spine. “There were three other royals and a noble who weren’t so careful about their friendship with Zara.”

Julius frowned and looked away. He should have said something. Should have told his sister and the others to be more mindful. That hate and jealously among the nobles was a very real and deadly thing. Maybe if he had...

“Are you saying I’m the reason for Zara’s death?” Sounded a voice from the doorway.

Julius jumped up, knocking over the chair as he spun. “Teris! You shouldn’t listen in on others conversations. Especially your Captain--”

“I wasn’t listening in. I was coming to ask Jax if he’d heard anything from Magic Investigations about Zara’s case.” Teris pushed the door open looking from her brother to her Captain and back. “Was our friendship with Zara really the reason he was killed? Murdered by members of his own--” She fell silent unable to go on. “What’s going to happen to them? Will Magic Investigations need more time to gather irrefutable proof?”

“The case is closed.” Jax said, pushing away a copy of the report Marx had smuggled out to Julius.

“So they’re being arrested? The entire squad? Or was it just a few? What’s going to happen?” Teris asked.

Julius and Jax shared at look.

Heart aching, Julius stepped toward his sister. “Teris.”

“No!” Teris stepped back. “Don’t say my name like that or look at me with that face! Something has to be done!”

“There’s no proof.” Julius told her, throat constricting. “I didn’t see who was talking. Only part of a squad cloak.” If only he had stepped around the line of shrubs. “Even if I did. I didn’t hear them say a name or give any details.” He told both her and himself. “They could argue it was a story. A game. A training scenario.”

Teris stared up at Julius with a look that hurt him almost as much as the wounded look she gave when he first left home after their mother’s death. Only this pained look of hers carried a spark of hope. As if she still believed he could do anything.

“You could go back to where you heard them. Use your time magic. Get a look at their faces. Better yet, you could go to Zara’s and see exactly what happened and who did it.” Teris said.

Julius swallowed, eyes red and shining with tears. He shook his head. If only he hadn’t been away on mission when Zara Ideale had been attacked and murdered. “It’s been far too long for that to work and you know it.”

“Then Marx or Advisor Ellara.” Teris tried. “They could--”

“Teris. No.” Julius interrupted, gently.

Teris spun around. Julius grabbed her arm. Pulling free, Teris made to light travel away. Julius used his magic to slow the time around her and speed his. He grabbed her once again and pulled her into Jax’s office, slamming the door closed.

Keeping a firm hold on her arms, Julius released the spell. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Where do you think!” Teris snapped.

“You can’t.” Julius said.

“Watch me!” Teris growled, struggling to pull free.

Holding her tighter, Julius shook her. “Teris! Stop! There’s nothing you can do.”

“There’s plenty I can do.” Teris said.

There was wild look in her eyes that frightened Julius for her. If she went to Magic Knights Headquarters or the Purple Orcas base and made a fuss she could be brought up on charges. She could possibly even be dishonorably discharge from the Magic Knights. Any chance she had of becoming Magic Knights Commander before her twentieth birthday would be ruined. Slim as that chance was with Commander Greywright not looking to retire until Sir Jorah did, Julius didn’t want that chance taken from her. He didn’t think he could stomach it. Not when he would’ve been the cause, her having overheard him and Jax. Not when his friend had been murdered twelve days ago. Not when his faith and love of the Magic Knights had been shaken to its core.

“No.” Julius said, grip tightening.

“Someone has to do something!” Teris expressed, angry tears welling in her eyes.

“Not you.” Julius mournfully told.

Tears slipping out of their banks, Teris stared up at him. Silently pleading him to fix this.

Julius’ throat bobbed with emotion. He had failed both his friend, and his sister. His friend was dead, and his sister was hurting. And there was nothing he could do about either. He hated it. He hated that the Wizard King he looked up to, and Magic Knights he loved would cover-up the murder of anyone. Let alone cover-up the murder of someone as kind and generous as Zara Ideale.

Julius felt powerless. Useless. And in his current position he was. But he swore he wouldn’t always be. When he became Wizard King he would make sure nothing like this ever happened again. He couldn’t seek justice for Zara. But he could honor the mans memory by making the Magic Knights a better, safer, more welcoming organization for all people, no matter their societal rank.

Brows pinched together Teris uttered hoarsely. “He was my friend, Juls. He had a son.”

Julius pulled her into a too tight hug. His eyes squeezed shut. A single tear escaped, rolling down his cheek to wet her hair. “I know. He was my friend too.”

79.2

A portal opened in the Black Bulls great room. Jax tensed, the gateway similar but different from Bronn’s. Fuegoleon stepped through with Randall and a group of other Magic Knights. At the sight of two Purple Orcas, Jax cast a quick glance about the room.

“You!” Jax pointed and whispered harshly to the Purple Orcas. “Go back the way you came.” When the two stared wide-eyed and didn’t move, the Captain stepped to them and growled. “Don’t think I’ll throw you through? I said out!”

The Purple Orcas turned and slowly stepped back through the gateway just as Cob stepped through.

“Close it up.” Jax commanded.

Cob looked back at the gateway.

“Now!” Jax ordered.

Confused as he was, Cob did as the Black Bulls Captain commanded.

Jax released a long exhale of relief. The last thing he needed was Teris seeing two Purple Orcas in the base. Looking at Cob, Jax told. “You’re lucky Bronn’s not here. He’s territorial about people magicking into the base, and doesn’t like other Spatial Mages. How’d you get in anyway?”

“Clearance.” Cob answered, cheerily.

Jax nodded. He should have figured. After all Cob worked for Magic Knights Headquarters. He turned to the Crimson Lion’s acting Vice Captain. “How’s Quince?”

“Still unconscious.” Fuegoleon reported, holding out the mission order for Jax to take.

Jax skimmed it and handed it back. “The geyser labyrinth, huh? Then let’s find you Yami and Teris in a hurry.”

“Did you note Xerx and Revchi’s names on there?” Fuegoleon questioned, referring to the two Purple Orcas Jax had ordered out and back through the portal.

“Drop the sarcasm acting Vice Captain. It’s not going to happen. You can have those two or you can my two Black Bulls.” Jax said.

“Sir Jorah wrote the order and names himself.” Fuegoleon told.

“I know the Wizard Kings hand.” Jax said. He turned to the Spatial Mage. “Cob. Fetch me Commander Greywright. Quickly, please.”

“Righty’o.” Cob created a portal and stepped through.

“Bran!” Jax called, seeing the boy enter the room and immediately do an about face. “Where’s Yami and Teris?”

Bran slowly turned back. “Yami’s in the training room. I think Teris is in the sun room.”

“Don’t think. Know. Go fetch Teris.” Jax watched Bran disappear down another hallway. He took in the Magic Knight’s gathered behind Fuegoleon. It was quite a mix. Randall from the Crimson Lions. Hamon and William from the Golden Dawn. Charlotte and Fraya from the Blue Rose. And Jack and En from the Green Mantis.

Knowing Jack was Yami’s friend. If finding enjoyment from always fighting each other could be considered friendship. Jax point at the Green Mantis then down the hallway. “Jack. Training room’s down that way. Take the hall to the right. First door on the left. Go get the big lug.” Thinking someone sensible should go along so Yami and Jack didn’t get caught up fighting, he added. “Charlotte. Go with him.”

Fuegoleon stepped closer to Jax. “Captain. The geyser labyrinth--”

“I’m well aware the geyser labyrinth is only accessible for a set amount of time, acting Vice Captain.” Jax interrupted. More to himself, he went on. “What’s curious is it opening up now.”

“Sir?” Fuegoleon blinked.

Jax smirked at the younger man and teased. “What? Didn’t know that the geyser labyrinth has been opening up like clockwork for hundreds of years and wasn’t set to do so for another two?”

Fuegoleon shook his head in answer.

Bran entered the great room with Teris. “She was looking at the page of Chaos.”

“Traitor.” Teris glared.

Bran looked hurt. “I only--”

“Teris!” Jax scolded. “What’s the matter with you?” He shook his head, waving off her excuse. “I don’t have time for this. The acting Vice Captain has a mission for you and Yami.”

“Acting Vice Captain?” Teris echoed as Bran slunk off.

“You heard about Quince. Did you expect Mereoleona to go without a Vice Captain?” Jax questioned.

Teris looked at her cousin. “You?”

“Just till Quince recovers.” Fuegoleon said, too concerned about his Vice Captain to smile or be proud about the temporary position.

If he recovers, Jax thought. From the sound of it, Quince was in a bad way. Though the man was finally stabilized, he was still unconscious and the healers had no idea when or if he would wake up.

Greywright stepped through a portal. “What is it, Jax?” He frowned seeing the group of Magic Knights still present and followed the Black Bulls Captain in stepping away from them.

Yami arrived with Jack and a beet red Charlotte.

Concerned, Randall asked the Blue Rose. “You feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine.” Charlotte snapped.

Jack cackled. “I think seeing Yami shirtless and doing pull ups with iron weights hanging from his waist might’ve been a bit much for her.”

“Dirty, disgusting...” Charlotte voice tapered off, her face reddening further.

“Think she’s talking about you.” Yami told Jack.

“I’m talking about the both of you!” Charlotte scowled.

“Well now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings. I took a bath this morning.” Yami said.

“Yeah. But after working out you stink now.” Jack said.

Yami lifted an arm and sniffed. Teris arched a brow at him.

Yami made his way to her, voice low and playful. “What do you think, Princess? Am I disgusting and dirty?”

“You could certainly use another bath.” Teris remarked, admiring the way Yami’s shirt clung to his broad sweat drenched chest and chiseled abs.

“Maybe you could help me with that.” Yami teased for her ears alone.

Thinking a change of subject was prudent, Teris asked. “Did you know Leon was made acting Vice Captain?”

“Good for him.” Yami circled around Teris and stood behind her. His chest grazed her back with every inhaled, breath tickling her neck with every exhale. “You smell delicious.”

“Stop it.” Teris breathed, feet wanting to turn around, hands itching to touch him.

“You’re beautiful.” Yami murmured, fingers trailing down her back where no one else could see.

“You’re hard.” Teris shook her head at the mistake. “I mean. You’re making things hard.”

“You have no idea.” Yami chuckled, hand sliding down to cup her ass.

Teris squeaked. The gathered Magic Knight’s looked her way. Yami chuckled again. Hands slipping into his pants pockets, he took a step back from her.

Fuegoleon looked from Yami to Teris, noting the blush in his cousin’s cheeks. The acting Vice Captain shook his head. Yami was a rogue. A nuisance. Fuegoleon would much rather have had Nozel on this mission. He didn’t trust Yami to obey a Captain's commands, let alone his. At least Teris was going, Fuegoleon thought, both grateful and disturbed that the foreigner seemed of bend to Teris’ will easily enough.

After a brief exchange with Jax, Greywright snapped, angry and annoyed. “Cob! Go get two Silver Eagles. I don’t care which.” As Cob disappeared, the Knights Commander frowned at Jax. “We’re wasting time. The geyser labyrinth is only open for so long.”

“I know.” Jax said.

“With it opening early, who knows if it’ll open when it’s suppose to.” Greywright said.

“Would you have rather I let it stay as it was?” Jax questioned, quietly.

“Of course not. Don’t be stupid.” Greywright looked about. “Where the hell is Cob with those Silver Eagles?”

“Geyser labyrinth?” Teris looked at the Knights Commander and her Captain.

“That’s the mission. We have-- Had six hours to get in. Find the vault. And get out before it closes back up.” Fuegoleon told.

“Quit complaining. You have the map showing the route those before you traveled. You should find the vault easily enough.” Jax told.

Greywright glanced at Jax knowing the Captain had been in the geyser labyrinth ten years ago when it opened at its scheduled time. The place was a literal maze. Hence the maps showing the routes previous explorers had taken. And the command that current explores map their progress. No one knew how big the place was. Only the entrance appeared when the labyrinth revealed itself. But the mapped out portions hinted at the places massive scale.

“Seems the acting Vice Captain's afraid his first mission will be a failure.” Jack cackled.

Teris made a face and turned away. Yami saw her distaste and smirked. He didn’t know why Teris didn’t like Jack. Given that she couldn’t give him a straight answer when he asked her, Yami doubted Teris knew herself.

“I’ve been an acting Vice Captain before. And had much success.” Fuegoleon reminded.

“Yami. Teris.” Jax waved them over.

“Here it comes.” Yami muttered, walking with Teris toward their Captain.

“I want you two back here as soon as the mission’s over.” Jax said. “No delays. No stops. Straight. Back. Here. Understood.”

“Why are you looking directly at me while you say that?” Teris asked, already knowing the answer.

“Understood.” Jax repeated, unblinking gaze fixed on her.

Teris stared back. Did her Captain really think she would head to the Purple Orcas base after this mission? Now that she thought about it, the idea didn’t sound so bad. She had no clue what she would do when she got there but she was she’d figure something out.

“Teris.” Jax prompted.

Teris rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

“No. Not fine.” Jax said.

“Understood.” Teris amended, snidely.

Jax's eyes narrowed. He tried to recall if Teris had always been this difficult or if Yami was rubbing off on her a little too much. He fixed his gaze on Yami. “No deviations. No delays. You don’t let her out of your sight when the mission is over. Knock her out and carry her back if you have to.”

Yami almost made a joke but took in the Captain's expression and Ki. He shifted on his feet. “Really?”

“Yes, Yami! Really!” Jax ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath.

Yami looked at Teris out of the corner of his eye. It had only been four hours since he had seen both her and Jax at breakfast. What had Teris done in that time to rile their Captain up like this?

“Jax. The Sliver Eagles are here. Quit badgering your squad members and let them head out.” Greywright told.

Cob opened a portal to the labyrinth.

Greywright looked at Fuegoleon. “You have the countdown stones for each of the teams. Vault or not, be on your way out with no less than an hour and a half remaining. I don’t want anyone stuck in there when this thing disappears. Got it.”

“Yes, Commander.” Fuegoleon nodded.

Nozel and Neyres were sweaty and out of breath from their sparing session. The two Silver Eagles looked at their fellows wondering what was going on.

“I’ll explain as we head in.” Fuegoleon told the Silver Eagles, leading them through the portal.

As soon as the group was gone Cob closed the portal.

Eyes on Jax, Greywright ordered the Spatial Mage. “Wait outside if you would, Cob.”

“Yes, Sir.” Cob said, cheerily.

When the front door closed behind Cob the Magic Knight’s Commander stormed. “You told Teris it was Zara’s own squad? What the hell were you thinking?”

Jax shook his head. “I told Teris nothing. She overheard Julius telling me what he heard some Purple Orcas say.”

Greywright frowned. “Julius told me the same.”

“And?” Jax inquired.

“And what? It’s hardly enough to bring them in for questioning.”

“They’re Magic Knights.” Jax argued. “We should expect questions. Especially when one of our own, a member of their squad, is killed. Zara didn’t die on some mission or battlefield. The man was off duty--”

“We’re never off duty.” Greywright cut over him.

“He was in his home. His son was there.” Jax said.

“And there might have been a different outcome if the boy had seen something.” Greywright said.

“Who’s to say he didn’t? Maybe he’s too afraid to talk. Or has blocked it from his mind. Did Ellara have a look? Did any memory or communication mage? Or are you all too afraid to look too hard cause you’ll have to do something about it?”

“Careful, Captain.”

“I mean Zara Ideale might’ve been a Magic Knight. But like most of my squad, he wasn’t really one of you all. Was he? His life and service didn’t really matter. Did it? He was a commoner. A peas--”

Greywright’s mana cloaked fist hit the stone wall. Several large rocks crumbled and fell. Cracks broke through the surrounding stones. Spider web fractures splintered through the grout from ceiling to floor. Voice dangerously calm, the Magic Knights Commander warned. “Next time it’ll be your face.”

Jax stared at Greywright moment then lowered his gaze.

“The case is closed.” Greywright said. “Zara Ideale died in an unfortunate attack that we will never understand or have answers to. Magic Investigations combed the scene. They spoke to everyone in town and interviewed his squad members. It seems the man was loved by all. He had no enemies. No outstanding debts. He rarely drank and didn’t gamble. Everything he made went to provide for his son or help his less fortunate neighbors in and around the town he lived.”

“Julius heard--”

“Julius heard something that could’ve been anything.” Greywright interrupted. “He didn’t even see their faces. What do you want, Jax? You want us to question the entire Purple Orcas squad about something Julius overheard? Even if anyone admits to being party to such a conversation it could easily be explained away as the most benign thing.”

“Ellara--”

“Isn’t going to enter the minds of upstanding Magic Knights so we can find out if they murdered one of their own.” Greywright told. “Do you have any idea the fuss that would cause? Not just with the other Magic Knights but with the ranking classes?”

“If it were one of mine dead I’d freely volunteer if there was a chance justice could be served.” Jax said.

“Leave it, Jax. Do the smart thing. Follow Julius’ lead. Much as he doesn’t like it, he’s letting it go. You need to do the same. You need to get Teris to do the same. She’ll run into or have to work with someone from the Purple Orcas eventually. I can’t be worrying about what she’ll do when that day comes. She’s yours. Accident or not, you’re the reason she knows. Fix it.”

“Knows what?” Jax asked, latching onto the phrase. “You said it was something we’ll never understand or know the answer to. So what would she know?”

Greywright growled, mana rising again. Did Jax think he liked this? Refusing to dig deeper because of what they might find. He was following orders. And it wasn’t easy for Sir Jorah to make those orders. But the Wizard King did what he had to for the sake of the kingdom and the Magic Knights. “Enough. You’re beginning to make this difficult on me.”

“Good. It should be.”

“We live to defend and serve the kingdom and its people. Sadly that comes with every sort of danger imaginable. Even sadder. Sometimes we die.” Greywright said.

Jax shook his head. “Not at home. Not by attack from--”

“If you say ‘from one of our own’ Jax Jerren, I swear this squad will have a new Captain by the end of the hour.”

Teeth tightly clenched, a muscle in Jax’s jaw ticked.

The possible truth behind Zara Ideale’s death and Sir Jorah ordering the case closed with no findings had disenfranchised Greywright to the point he had seriously considered handing in his resignation. What further disturbed him was the reason that he hadn’t. It had nothing to do with his promise to serve Sir Jorah until the man retired. Nor was it because of anything the Wizard King had said. The reason Greywright remained was because of Julius’ suspicions about Ellara. Greywright still had his doubts, but they weren’t as firmly held as they once had been. If Ellara was working with the Agents of Chaos and using her magic to effect the Wizard King, Greywright couldn’t leave. He owed it to Sir Jorah, to his Captain's and Magic Knight’s to make certain no one was controlling the Wizard King.

“It isn’t right.” Jax said.

Shoulders slumped, Greywright turned toward the door. “There’s a lot in this world that isn’t right.”

79.3

Yami stood beside Teris at the mouth of the geyser labyrinth. He had thought that once away from Jax she would calm. But the opposite happened. Her mana flow becoming so rough and volatile he had to take a side step away from her to keep his harnessed.

Fuegoleon looked over the Magic Knights. A spiteful, personal side of him wanted to put Yami and Teris on separate teams. But like it or not, they worked better together. And without Teris or someone Yami marginally respected, who would make Yami submit and obey?

Fuegoleon sighed and ordered. “Yami. Teris. You’re with me and Randall.”

Nozel looked at the acting Vice Captain. He wanted to challenge the call. But after the unquestioning support Fuegoleon had shown him during his time as acting Captain. He didn’t feel it would be right.

Fuegoleon gave Nozel and Hamon, from the Golden Dawn, a time stone and copies of the mapped areas of the labyrinth. “Nozel, you have Neyres, Charlotte, and Fraya. Hamon, take William, Jack and En. You heard Commander Greywright. Vault or not. Give yourselves at least an hour and a half to make your way back out. Nozel, take the left split. Hamon the center.” He looked at Randall, Teris, and Yami. “We’ll take the right. Be careful and good luck.”

The three teams entered the labyrinth and went their separate ways.

Fuegoleon, Yami, Randall, and Teris well into the labyrinth when Randall commented. “It’s almost like we’re back in the Diamond Kingdom.”

“Hardly.” Fuegoleon said.

“Well, we’re missing Nozel and--” Randall fell silent.

Teris glanced at the Crimson Lion. “Can’t even say his name.” Her nose wrinkled, lip curling. “You disgust me.”

Fuegoleon watched his cousin take point despite her not having a map. Randall made to speak, but the acting Vice Captain held up a silencing hand and shook his head.

Yami pulled up the rear, following in line behind Randall. He looked up a head taking in Teris’ straight back and stiff shoulders, once again wondering what had gotten to her. She had been fine this morning. A little somber and more temperamental than usual, but much better than she had been during the first week after Zara’s death. He knew she harassed Jax daily, inquiring what Magic Investigations had found and when the full report on Zara’s case would be filed and ready for viewing. Maybe the report had come in and she hadn’t liked what it said? But even if Magic Investigations hadn’t found the culprits. Whatever info they discovered might lead to finding them. Teris might’ve been disappointed by such a report, but she wouldn’t be angry.

“To the right.” Fuegoleon said, looking at the map.

Teris took the sharp left turn.

“I said right.” When Teris didn’t turn back, Fuegoleon hurried his steps. “Teris!”

Teris kept on walking.

Fuegoleon grabbed her arm and spun her around. “ Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I said we’re going to the right.”

“That’s the wrong way.” Teris said.

Fuegoleon waved the map in front of her. “The map clearly shows--”

“Then the map is wrong.” Teris said.

Fuegoleon took a breath, trying to control his rising temper. “The map shows where those before us have traveled. Someone already went the way you’re going. There’s nothing down there.”

“There’s something definitely down there.” Teris looked at the three men. “Do none of you sense it? Really?”

“Sense what?” Fuegoleon asked.

“Maybe it’s a beast or some left over trap.” Randall offered, knowing a royals magical sense was far better.

Teris looked at Yami, hope and question in her eyes.

Yami stayed silent a moment, focusing his Ki and magical senses down the path. He looked at Teris almost apologetically. “I don’t sense anything.”

Teris’ shoulders sagged, even as she insisted. “There’s something down there.”

“What sort of something?” Fuegoleon asked, impatience making his voice sharp. They didn’t have time for this. They had already lost twenty minutes when Captain Jax had refused the Purple Orcas and called for Commander Greywright.

“I don’t know. But it’s powerful.” Teris said.

“A powerful trap or beast?” Randall questioned.

“No.” Teris snapped.

“So you don’t know what it is, but you know what it isn’t.” Randall said.

“Leave her alone.” Yami rumbled. He looked at Teris. “I believe you.”

“Well now I feel so much better. Yami Sukehiro believes his girlfriend.” Randall drawled.

“Hush.” Fuegoleon commanded his friend. He turned to his cousin. “We’re turning around and going to the right. That’s an order. Don’t like it. You can head back out and wait.”

“Fine.” Teris snapped. She looked over her shoulder down the path then headed back to the main tunnel.

Fuegoleon gave a nod of satisfaction and led Yami and Randall in following her. Fuegoleon frowned when Teris didn’t head down the path he had instructed. Teris turned back up the tunnel they had been traveling that would lead her back out.

Fuegoleon sighed, exasperated. “You can’t be serious.”

“You told me to head back out if I didn’t like it. Well, I don’t like wasting my time so I’m heading back out.” Teris said.

Fuegoleon ground his teeth. He didn’t have time for this. “Stay just inside the entrance.”

Teris waved and continued on her way. Yami passed Fuegoleon, following her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Fuegoleon questioned Yami.

Yami looked back over his shoulder. “Do you really have to ask? Good luck, acting Lion King. Don’t die down here. Or do. See if I care.”

Fuegoleon spun around heading down the soft sloping curve to the right. “Randall. Let’s go.”

Teris walked another hundred paces and stopped.

Yami halted a step behind her. “You’re about to do something I would do.”

“Yeah well. What can I say? You’ve rubbed off on me.” Teris replied.

Yami’s eyes lowered to take in her backside.

Teris turned around. She a lifted an eyebrow.

Caught in the act of appreciating her form, Yami smirked. “This is the part where you usually try to reason with me. I should probably do the same. But all I can think of is rubbing off on you some more.”

“Yami. Can you focus.” Teris chided, lightly.

Yami looked her over. “I am focused.”

“On finding out what’s down there.” Teris said.

Yami slipped his hands into his pockets. “Not sure that’s a good idea.”

“You said you believed me.”

“I do. That’s not the problem.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Teris questioned.

“We don’t have a map to mark and follow to get out.” Yami said, knowing how easy such a thing could be worked around.

“We can set blazes in the rock.” Teris said.

“And we don’t have a time stone telling us how much time’s left before this thing closes up and disappears.” Yami said.

Teris paused at that.

The fact that she was still considering doing this. The fact that she had planned on doing it at all. It told Yami that whatever she felt down there was pretty strong and inciting.

Looking about the tunneled cave, Yami sighed. “Tell you what. I’m gonna round the time remaining down to four hours. And we have to head back out with two hours left.”

“Two! Greywright and Fuegoleon said an hour and a half.”

Yami crossed his arms. “So now you want to listen to the Lion Cub?”

Teris looked away.

“That leaves you two hours, Princess.”

“Me?” Teris questioned.

Yami grinned. “Don’t worry. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. But I’m following your lead on this.”

“Thank you.” Teris smiled.

“You’re gonna owe me something big for this.” Yami told.

“I’m alright with that.”

Yami grew serious. “Soon as I call time we head back. No arguments, Teris. I have no problem hauling you out carried over my shoulder.

Teris gave a nod. “Deal.”

“Let’s go.” Yami sighed, already regretting this.

Teris set the blazes into the rock while Yami focused on keeping his breathing even as his counted down their time. They had walked for roughly an hour and a half, and never once happened upon a trap. It seemed as if someone had indeed come this way as there were faded blazes set into the stone. As for creatures. It was possible they sensed the same thing Teris did; but unlike her, were repelled by it.

“Thirty minutes left.” Yami told.

Teris continued walking without a word.

Yami scrutinized her as he followed. He wondered what she would do if time was up before she reached whatever it was she sensed. Yami had begun to feel something as well. Though it had happened so slowly, like a rising sun, that he couldn’t say exactly when the feeling begun. It was sort of a teasing tickle of warmth. He wanted to ask Teris more about what she sensed. What it felt like. How she knew something was there. But he didn’t want to disrupt his breathing and mess up his counting of time. He had rounded up every so often preferring to have them head back with more than two hours remaining rather than less. He just hoped he hadn’t made a mistake in agreeing to this. It was almost as if Teris was in a sort of trance. He should have made her promise. Deals could be broken. Renegotiated. But promises. They had yet to break a promise they had made to each other.

As they went on Yami began to squint though he didn't know why. The tunnel was no different. The surrounding magical glow providing just enough light to see. A sort of hum rang in his ears, distant but constant. He began to sweat, the coolness of the labyrinth turning uncomfortably warm.

A sense of foreboding squeezed at Yami’s gut. “We should head back.”

“How much time is left?” Teris asked.

“Teris--”

“How much time?” Teris persisted.

“Five minutes.” Yami told.

“Then give me five minutes.” Teris said, without glancing his way.

Yami took her hand as they turned another sharp corner, not wanting her out of sight or out of reach. The turn led to a dead end.

The tempting, more sensed than heard, whisper that had first lured Teris down the left path had grown louder and more insistence the closer they drew. Frustratingly, the voice hadn’t gotten any clearer. She still couldn’t understand what it said. As soon as she came face to face with the stone dead end the voice had ceased, leaving a distant ringing hum in her ears. As if her ears were trying to compensate for the voices absence.

Yami released her hand and placed his hand on the small of her back. “Time’s up, Teris. Let’s go.”

“It’s here! Just behind this wall.” Teris said.

Yami frowned. He didn’t doubt something was on the other side. But his gut told him it was something they shouldn't mess with. “I believe you. We just don’t have time to break a wall down. We have to head back.”

“But...” Teris fell silent. Her hands pressed flat against the solid stone barrier.

Yami fought the urge to pull her back from the rock face. He didn’t know why he was so unnerved. “Come on, Teris. You agreed.”

Teris stared at the wall willing something to happen. Something to show itself. She urged the wall to disappear. Or the voice to return. Anything. But nothing happened. There was no doubt that something was on the other side. Maybe it wasn’t meant for her.

Teris sighed in frustration. “Fine.”

Yami relaxed then immediately tensed. Teris looked back at him, feeling it too. It started as a low vibration and quickly built. The cave floor and surrounding walls quaking. Yami reached for Teris but was too late. The wall came alive, swallowing her.

“Teris!” Yami pulled his katana from its scabbard. Cloaking it in darkness and himself in mana skin, he called upon all his strength and slashed out at the rock face in three quick successions.

79.3.2

“Yami!” Teris pounded on the rock wall.

She stepped back and raised a hand to blast a hole through the stone face. A rustling caught her attention. She turned, eyes darting around the enclosed space. A skeletal corpse rose up from the ground. Teris directed an outstretched palm at the mummified figure.

“I’d rather not hurt you.” Teris said, a faint waver to her voice. Frightful as it was to see a dead body come to life, the scholarly side of her couldn’t help but look on in wonder. Could a living dead body feel pain? Was it even still a person? “I just want to get out of here.”

The corpses jaw fell open. A bright golden light emanated from its mouth.

“I’ve been waiting for you. Ray of Annihilation.” A voice rasped in Teris’ head.

The hair on Teris’ neck stood on end. She had been called ‘Ray of Annihilation’ before. Once when Iban used his magic against her. And again by Alowishus Spade. Yet it wasn’t the title that made her skin prickle. It was the corpses voice. It resonated with something inside her, carrying a familiarity.

“Who are you? Why did you call me here?” Teris demanded.

Again the voice, as dry and brittle as the mummified body standing before her, sounded in Teris’ head. “I am the Light Bringer. The Harbinger. I called you here so I could fulfill my destiny and finally rest.”

Teris stepped back. Her outstretched hand half lowered. Her other hand reached behind her, touching the wall that had swallowed her. “Why call me?”

“The Lord of Destruction is coming.” The voice rasped like dry sand swirling in the wind.

“He’ll tear this place apart trying to get to me.” Teris said.

“He will do much more than that for you. And you for him.”

“Are you similar to the page of Chaos?” Teris asked.

“I was a girl. Blessed with light magic but not Light itself.”

Teris’ hand lowered fully, curious interest overshadowing wary concern. “You’re referring to the primordial forces the Agents of Chaos are obsessed with.”

“You hold the creation of Life and Chaos. You are Light given form. Death’s greatest enemy.”

“By Death, you mean Alowishus Spade? He has death magic.”

“Death needs you to wield his creation to his will. Death and Chaos made the Darkness. But only Light can bend Darkness. Only Darkness can shape Light. Light cannot exist without Darkness. Nor can Darkness exist without Light.”

“What does Spade want?” Teris asked.

“That is not my reasoning.”

“Then what do you want? Why did call me here?”

“I am the Light Bringer. The Harbinger. I called you here so I could fulfill my destiny and finally rest.”

“Yeah. You said that already.” Teris readied her stance. “Get on with it then. Fulfill your destiny.”

“I nearly have.”

Teris looked herself over, taking stock. She felt no different. Looked no different. Lifting her gaze, she looked at the corpse. “No offense. But if you’re my Harbinger. How is it that you’re locked up in here, nothing but a dried up husk?”

“I am the Light Bringer. The Harbinger of Darkness. I called you here so I could fulfill my destiny and finally rest.”

A cold prickle shot up Teris’ spine. Her heart clenched, even as it raced. “You said nothing about being the Harbinger of Darkness the first two--”

Teris stopped. Her breath fogged, the air suddenly filled with a permeating cold. Her feet shifted at an invisible pull. As if the earths natural gravity was unseated. The constant, steady tug came from the stone wall. No. It came from who was on the other side of the stone wall.

“Yami.” Teris breathed. She stepped to the corpse. “Let me out!”

The glow within the skeletons mouth dimmed. “I can finally rest.”

The mummified remains collapsed into a pile of ash. Teris spun to face the rock wall, hand lifted to incinerate the barrier. But the wall broke apart before she could call upon her magic. The once solid slab of stone exploded out in a mass of pulverized rock. Before it could reach her, the debris was sucked back by the new gravity field.

“Yami!” Teris rushed to him only to skid to a halt.

Yami’s warm tan eyes had been replaced by black bottomless pools reminiscent of the small black holes he created with his magic. He had his own gravity field which was growing stronger by the second. Teris’ arms pinwheeled, her boots sliding along the ground, pulled closer to him. She created a magical sword of light and thrust it into the rock floor, holding on to stop from being drawn in.

Yami radiated a biting cold that burned as badly as any heat Teris could create. Teris’ hands dried and cracked in the bitter air. The skin around her knuckles split open; blood freezing before it could spill. Her cramping hands lost all sensation. Fingertips turning blue, then purple.

Teris stared at her love. What had she done? This was all her fault. If only... “Yami. I’m sorry I led us here. Please. Please, come back to me.”

Inky black waves rolled off Yami like smoke from a hearth. The wisps of darkness consuming everything they touched. The tangible dark plumes squeezed the space, choking the air out of the cavern. The light of Teris’ magical sword began to dim. Not because Teris’ mana was draining. But because of the void Yami was producing. It was smothering her magics light faster than the light could cast.

“Yami! Please! I can’t do this without you. I need you. I love you. I came back to you. Please! Come back to me!”

Even more quickly than Yami had broken through the wall, the darkness emanating from him pulled in on itself like the snap of a bow string. Teris was lifted off her feet, yanked horizontal to the ground. Cloaked in mana she held onto her wavering sword of light hoping it and her strength held. Boulders bigger than Pilfer and No Name broke off from the cavern walls and went flying. Sucked up into the retreating darkness.

In a fraction of an instant the darkness and its immense pull were gone. Teris fell to the stone floor with a thud, magic sword and mana skin disappearing. Yami’s eyes returned to their natural tawny brown. Breathing heavily Teris rolled over. She already loved Yami’s warm, tender eyes but decided in that moment that they were most beautiful color in existence.

“I told you. Let’s go.” Yami’s eyes slipped closed as he spoke the last two words.

Teris rushed forward and caught him. Or at least tried to. They fell together as she tried but was unable to bare his weight, too shaken and weakened.

“Yami. I’m so sorry.” Teris pulled his torso onto her lap, hugging him close.

A great rumble sounded. The entire space trembling with its vibration. Teris looked about, body shielding Yami’s unconscious form. The labyrinth couldn’t be closing. Could it? That much time hadn’t passed. Had it?

The geyser labyrinth had a powerful mana coursing through it that hindered ones magic. As such Teris hadn’t been able to light travel. But that overwhelming mana had disappeared. Teris didn’t take the time to wonder how such a disrupting mana pool could come from a mummified corpse. Nor did she think on anything that had occurred.

Holding onto Yami, Teris light traveled. They appeared on a grassy knoll a couple hundred meters away from the labyrinths entrance just as the entrance crumbled and disappeared. She had a moment of relief at seeing the others standing a ways from the vanished entrance. Glad they had made it out safely. Then she fell over on top of Yami, succumbing to hypothermia.

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Greywright cleared his throat. This was becoming uncomfortable even for him. And the Magic Knights Commander had both seen and given his fair share of dressing downs over the years. Even though Yami had played a part and stood beside Teris, Jax mainly addressed his scathing remarks to Teris. Greywright wondered how much longer the two could take it. Though they both remained at attention. Teris seemed to sink further and further with every word. While Yami’s muscles tensed and trembled, hands balling into fists.

#yami sukehiro #julius novachrono #nozel silva #fuegoleon vermillion #black clover jack the ripper #Charlotte Roselei #Black Clover #light in the darkness

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pianoandcookiedoughlover · 4 years

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*grabs a tissue and wipes at tears*

that’s the end of s5 folks

we’re just gonna do this chronologically because i don’t even know where to begin besides the start so . . . yeah

starting off with this shot

(sorry it’s such bad quality)

i almost fell off my bed

enough said

oof, okay, jamie vs mike.

i may be crucified for this, but i actually think there’s some truth in what jamie said about mike wanting him to go to hawkstone because he couldn’t.

mike has always been very invested in jamie’s football/soccer career, always helping him train, buying him equipment, offering to coach. and yes, of course, having a supportive parent/guardian is amazing and not everyone is lucky enough to have that. but as the seasons have gone on, some of the things mike says/does makes me think his intentions aren’t simply: “i want to be supportive for jamie.”

i first think of that time that jamie was planning to go to foxborough (that’s such a weird sentence, oh my god). the coaches there didn’t want their players to have any outside coaching, and mike got pissed at that. now why would someone who’s been such an advocate for jamie getting proper coaching and becoming a professional get annoyed at a club who is offering to get him to that point (now, that isn’t to say foxborough are angels. i have issues there as well)?

and what sort of solidified this for me was his reaction here:

saying that he’s supported him through everything may be true, but it’s all been in the realm of football. jamie has never been interested in anything else (whether he’s been exposed to anything else and encouraged to do anything else is unknown) and so mike really has only been able to support him in football. he doesn’t do anything else.

and now that he’s found something that he wants to do (or thinks he does, but i’ll get onto that) that doesn’t align with football, mike’s hands off. not, in fact, because he thinks jamie is throwing his career away, but because he thinks he’s throwing HIS career away. he’s lived vicariously through jamie and his successes and now that jamie is going after something that isn’t “real football,” he can’t support it. because he doesn’t really support jamie. he just wants him to do the things he didn’t get to do.

even more so, his reaction to this i thought added to this:

hearing that howard royale was going to let him go anyway, he’s shocked. and i think he’s always thought in his head that jamie’s been a literal prodigy, someone unbeatable. yes, jamie is a wonderful player. but he’s not unstoppable. and so when karen logically points out how hawkstone are not going to put all their eggs in jamie’s basket, he starts to realize that jamie’s just a kid. an amazingly talented kid, but not a medium he can reverse his regrets through. and i think that this is what inspires him to go and support him at his competition: he’s his grandson first, and a football player second.

i just have to ignore ian at this point because . . . he sucks

dillon thinking the vibes are off at foxborough, providing an opportunity for him to stay at northport . . .

(i am so sorry this is such an ugly screenshot)

i also couldn’t help but think of andi mack when dillon talked about coming out to phoenix:

soft girlfriends stretching together

i thought the moment between alba and zoe was really sweet actually - maybe in s6 they’ll get alba another girl to play with?

duncan turning over a new leaf and being not an asshole? we like to see it. also i really liked this shot for some reason

i’m really excited to see dillon at northport and see what he gets up to there. hopefully duncan hasn’t fooled us all and he’s really being genuine.

okay, guess we have to talk about the world fifa cup (i’m sorry, but i can’t believe that freaking jethro and jamie are the best in the world. but i digress)

the interactions between jethro and jamie were kind of weak in my opinion - like, you’re also a failed footballer, jethro, don’t know what point you’re trying to make with that. it just felt very . . . weird. rehashing something that really didn’t need to be brought back.

the whole auditorium and everything felt more for cinematic effect, trying to have some big venue for the finale. unfortunately, from what i know in this tumblr community, this was the storyline we were least interested in, and yet they put (probably) the most money into it. kind of unfortunate.

i think i saw someone mention this but i thought i’d bring it up again: the game switching between fake players and then the actors actually playing.

so, you know, kind of odd.

there were a lot of moments in this entire event where they were building up certain things, but i think it doesn’t have a remotely comparable intensity as to when the gang were all playing together in, say, the gothia cup. i think the issue is that we have no attachment to the video game, the players (even though sometimes they’re the characters), or jamie at this point, honestly. so while i get what they were going for (i think), i think both the way they went about it and the characters they did it with led to it being kind of a flop, at least for me.

let’s just say, i wasn’t jumping out of my seat waiting to see if a character that has been an asshole to a lot of his friends and ignored his family for multiple episodes can score a goal on a random video game.

i need to make a post about jamie (i’ll do that next) because this is way too long already to fit that in. essentially, though, i think that jamie never really liked playing this video game.

controversial, i know.

i’m sorry, but

why the fuck is karen letting ian take jamie literally anywhere

when i saw this i genuinely thought jamie was gonna jump out of the goddamn plane and break his entire body but obviously that didn’t happen

we don’t talk about the flashbacks to all of his wins because that just makes me sad and want to cry and they grew up so much and-

rewind a bit for dillon’s storyline

dillon’s dad goes from this:

to this:

which was a bit of a 180 but i also get that we needed resolution with their storyline. i guess my only criticism is that some of the things that his dad says are so intense and extreme, that a redemption arc afterwards is difficult.

i was really proud of dillon for this:

i am genuinely so excited to see what happens in s6, his storyline is something that not only i am passionate about, but i think has been done with the most care and emotion. i think this whole thing has so much more room for development so fingers crossed we get to see that in s6

i was so happy to see this as well:

he gave him TWO kisses!!!! it was just very wholesome, and while i haven’t forgiven him completely (this literally has nothing to do with me, lmao, but i assume dillon hasn’t either) i think (i hope) he’s really trying to change and be a supportive figure in dillon’s life for once.

and liam teasing him was cute

we are NOT crying

ahh this is such bad quality but that little tap on the stomach (see right)

and then this.

and then the turn of the camera from him to everyone else . . i just can’t deal. that was really beautiful actually.

we have a whole load of feelings but maybe i’ll save that for another post.

but also:

*approves in lesbian*

and then the music and the shotsssssssssss

and then

s6 finale?

i’m just a mess and i was begging to my phone, “no, don’t leave me” so at least we know where i stand

i swear to fucking god if we don’t see zoe and kat in season 6 i’m throwing hands

they’re gonna have to do some work on jamie’s character because right now, it’s not looking good

elliot please come back

follow up on boggy’s anxiety/panic attacks

we should make a list of things we want in s6 and send it to bbc

i really liked this finale and i’m just so excited for more. just a big thank you to the cast and crew on this season because it has been my favorite of this show and i think they’ve done an incredible job overall. they’ve put in a lot of effort and i think we all appreciate it a lot.

i also don’t think i did this on my 5x11 review/analysis/shit writing, but i’d really like to thank @jonnie-kimmins for his acting in especially that episode. it was amazingly done and it didn’t feel over sensationalized or anything, at least from my experience with panic attacks. it felt very raw and real and i really commend everyone who was a part of that.

i would tag the other actors but i think jonnie is the only one that’s cool enough to have made a tumblr account and then come and vibe with us hahaha

this was so long and i really didn’t analyze anything i just panicked (how on brand for me) so i hope you could bear to read it and yeah . . . let’s hope they can start/continue filming s6 soon!

#jamie johnson #season 5 finale #dillon simmonds #mlm wlw solidarity #football

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realfuurikuuri · 4 years

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Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Summary:

MissingArm!AU: When escaping the cave, it wasn't his tail that got crushed. In exchange for his innocence, he gained a sordid past. The Pure Heart Valley seemed like a good place to escape. To start a new life with a new family to forge a new identity. However, when the past rears its ugly head Mao Mao's forced to step up or be put down.

AN: Finally back at the end of the century. The reason for no uploads on either the MMHOPH Headcanon blog (it's on Tumblr, go check it out) or on fanfics is because Persona 5 Roya came out and I finished that on Monday at 140 hours. Don't expect things to get to active too soon either, cause finals are next week. Regardless, let things get back to the usual. In keeping with Persona 5 Royal let's make today's song recommendation Beneath The Mask - Persona 5. Follow @spookylovesboba on Twitter and Tumblr and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Mao Mao breathed in the fresh morning air. It was good to be outside again. Even if it was just to drop Adorabat off at school. He waved goodbye to her as she went inside, but he didn’t leave right away. He still felt terrible. It hurt to walk, and he couldn't lean too far on either side thanks to the hole. Camillie gave antibiotics and painkillers, alongside an extensive list of their side effects. The painkillers made his insides feel like cold porridge, and the antibiotics made his stomach feel weird. Nausea they caused together was unbelievable.

Nausea made it hard to remember if the school always had three students. He wasn’t sure, but he put aside his suspicion. It was probably another side effect. It was probably amongst Camille’s list of warnings; he couldn't know for sure. It was way too early for any of this. It was too early for Mao Mao and certainly too early for Badgerclops. He was still asleep, and still drooling on his shoulder.

Mao Mao poked him until he woke up. “Huh, I was paying attention to the movie,” he yawned.

“It’s not movie night. We’re dropping off Adorabat.”

“Oh! Bye,” Badgerclops said waving.

“You’re at nothing, she’s already inside.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good, let's get you back to HQ.”

“No.”

“What? You should stay in bed, off of your feet, doctor’s orders.”

“Yeah, but I want to go out to do something. Let’s get a pizza.”

“Doctor also said no solid foods.”

“Smoothies then.”

Mao Mao revved the engine making Badgerclops tightly grab onto his waist. “You sure you don’t want me to fly,” Badgerclops asked.

“It’ll be fine.”

“A sick man with one arm shouldn’t be driving anything.”

“I said it’ll be fine.”

Mao Mao pulled back the accelerator, letting the Aerocycle fly off. Badgerclops may have had a point, but he wasn’t let anything stop him from enjoying his day.

* * *

Mao Mao was still stubborn as all hell. Not even a trip to the hospital would change that. He and Mao Mao went from one end of town to the other, walking the streets looking for one place that served smoothies. He told Mao Mao more than once that the only food places were Muffin’s Bakery and the convenience store. Watching him Mao Mao hobble around would be funny if he hadn’t nearly died less than a weak ago.

“Hey, Mao Mao!”

“Wha-”

Badgerclops had the small man tucked under like a football before he knew what was happening.

“Badgerclops, I am asking politely, but firmly to put me down before someone -and I mean you- gets hurt.”

“Awww, Is da wittle baby who just got outta the hospital mad.”

Mao Mao didn’t appreciate the humor. He wiggled like a worm and gnawed on his right hand, which probably would’ve hurt if it wasn’t made of metal, so Badgerclops just kind of ignored it. He walked through the narrow alleys towards Muffin’s bakery at the town square. He thought Mao Mao would stop eventually, but if Mao Mao was anything it was stupid. And also stubborn. Chomp! Chomp! Chomp! It was like a toddler using a teething ring. What was kind of funny at first became annoying, and now was just kind of gross to watch.

“You have to stop that before you hurt your teeth, and you and I both know that I don’t know how to schedule a dentist appointment,” Badgerclops said.

“I will when you put me…,” Mao Mao slowly fell silent as they entered the large open plaza of the town square.

“Hey, Badgerclops. What is that?”

“That’s the blob monster.”

“THE WHAT !”

Badgerclops flinched. Mao Mao slipped from his grasp ready to split his head on the pavement, but a cat’s gonna do what a cat's gonna do. He righted himself in the air to land on his feet. A much worse choice. Mao Mao’s eyes went wide from the pain before he fell down on all fours.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”

Badgerclops went to pick him up, but he was waved off. “The blob. The blob. Tell me about the blob.”

“Cool it. Camille high-blood pressure would give you a stroke.”

Mao Mao took a second to gather himself, clenching his fist before letting it all go. “All. Alright. The blob. What is the blob?”

“You should do that more often. You’re a very tense person,” Badgerclops teased.

“The blob.”

“Right, uh, the blob is a blob. Its big, gooey, kidnaps villagers-”

Mao Mao inhaled sharply and he tapped his foot.

“-it’s not all that bad. They’re unharmed, just a little confined. It hasn’t even taken anyone important.”

“Sheriffs? Is that you?”

Mao Mao and Badgerclops leaned forward, craning their necks and squinting their eyes. It was hard to see at first, Badgerclops had to open his cybernetic eye to actually see that King Snugglemagne was now a hostage. Mao Mao rubbed his temples why Badgerclops cursed fate for always making him look like a fool.

“Sheriff! It's utterly dreadful. Could you hurry and get me out? I’d certainly rather you didn’t forgo saving me like last time.”

“I’ve never done anything like that. I do my job, and I do it very well, thank you very much.”

“You did nothing when I was trapped in a net by that ruffian that looked a lot like you.”

For a second, Mao Mao raised a non-existent eyebrow, but his fur stiffened and he reached for his sword.

Aw shit.

Badgerclops stepped in front of the cat. “Let’s slow down. He didn’t mean to insult your son.”

“Don’t worry. I’m just cutting him out,” he said,” if I take a little off the top, oh well.”

He raised his sword up. Badgerclops quickly grabbed the blade before he could bring it down. “No, I mean they blob fights back if you attack it.”

“How do you know?”

“I kicked the blob once and it fought back. It gave me a nasty bruise.”

Mao Mao looked Badgerclops up and down,” where’s the bruise?”

“It was at the beginning of the week. It healed.”

Mao Mao started Badgerclops in the eye with frigid intensity before he sheathed his sword. Thank fuck he believed it.

“So, what do we do,” Mao Mao asked.

“Get lunch?”

Mao Mao nodded in agreement. “Sure. Let’s go.”

“Excuse me? Still stuck! Help!

He and Mao Mao tuned out the king. They turned around and began to walk away.

* * *

“Jellybeans aren’t lunch.”

“Then do you want a milkshake?”

“You know I’m lactose-intolerant.”

“Then hush-up and eat ya’ beans.”

Mao Mao grumbled, doing as he was told. He and Badgerclops sat on the bench just outside the gas station. Muffin’s Bakery was the first, but considering Muffin’s was trapped in the blob (and the broken storefront) it wasn’t open. The gas station was the second choice. It didn’t really offer food. Just the usual cheap snacks, and milkshakes for some reason. The blob had tagged along for what it was worth. Unfortunately, it had to carry most of the kingdom with it.

“Are you going to save me,” the king asked.

“We’ll get to it eventually,” Badgerclops held the drink in front of Mao Mao,” got you a milkshake.”

“I told you I can’t drink milkshakes.”

“Is it like cobbler? A hero's code thing? I won't tell anyone if you do.”

“No! It's ‘cause I’m not a kitten. Adult cats are all lactose intolerant.”

“Can Jǐngtì still drink milk or has it gone the way of the dodo? Might invite him here some time.”

The last part was said quietly, an absent thought that wandered out, nonetheless, Mao Mao’s ears perked up.

“Why would you invite Jǐngtì?”

Badgerclops awkwardly cleared his throat before speaking. “He helped me fix up HQ a bit.”

Mao Mao didn’t say anything. He pressed his fingers together. Thumb to index, thumb to middle, thumb to ring, thumb to pinky in calming repetition.

“Oh, and while we were cleaning we found this.”

Badgerclops pulled out a golden finger. It took Mao Mao a second to realize what it was. How did that happen? Did he do that? Oh shit, he probably did. He had to stop himself from snatching his father’s finger away.

“You know what this is,” Badgerclops asked.

“Think so.” Why did he say that?

“Are you gonna tell me?”

Mao Mao bit his tongue before he could let the name slip out.

“You want it back," Badgerclops asked.

“Yes, please.” Mao Mao wasted no time tucking the finger in his belt when it was handed back.

“So, do you remember what happened?” Badgerclops started.

“What happened when?”

When I was away.”

“No.”

“You don’t? You don’t remember what happened, how you got those wounds, who visited you? None of that?”

“I was pretty wasted and these drugs aren't helping my head, so what were we talking about before this?”

He could catch Badgerclops grimace at the rough change of subject, but Badgerclops was kind enough to oblige. “Something about Jǐngtì and milkshakes? You think he could drink milk?”

Mao Mao paused to think for a second,”...he might. He’s always had some… issues.”

“I don't mean to pry, but do you mind if I ask why?”

“No it's fine, but uh...what I mean is… well, you know how kittens can’t regulate their body temperature?”

“I did not know that, but continue.”

“Well, that’s supposed to go away by like, age 4, but Jǐngtì still can’t do it. It's fine since it's summer, but I’ll probably give him a coat when it starts getting cold.”

“Seems like a double-edged sword. Can’t stay warm, but can still enjoy cheese.”

“Yeah, the doctor’s say it because he’s a hybrid. Certain genes just don’t mix. He also has an issue with his eyes-”

Mao Mao cut himself short. Why was he being so open about all of this? Was it also the medicine?

“You good,” Badgerclops.

“Yeah, I think I’m fine. Where was I?”

“Something about his eyes.”

“Right, Jǐngtì’s pupils are larger than normal, so he can see really well in the dark, but he squints during the day or in a decently-lit room.”

“That’s one reason to wear sunglasses indoors.”

Mao Mao chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

“I checked on him while you were away. He’s holding up well. He even helped me fix HQ.”

Mao Mao twiddled his tail through his fingers,”...I’m sorry.”

“What? No, no, it's fine-”

“No, I mean it. I shouldn’t have caused you so much trouble.” Mao Mao choked up.

“I- I shouldn’t’ve-”

Badgerclops placed a supportive hand on his shoulder. ”If you ever feel… down again, just know I’ll be there to help you get back on your feet. Don’t be afraid to ask.”

Mao Mao closed in for a hug. He sniffled but managed to wipe the tear from his eye. “Yeah, thanks…I’m feeling better already.”

“Yes this all very touching,” Snugglemane interjected,” but I still don’t see you trying to help me.”

“Oh be quiet,” Mao Mao said, flicking a pink jelly-bean at the king. The shot missed its mark by a decent margin, helplessly bouncing off the blob.

“Geez, if I was the broad side of a barn that might’ve almost hit me,” the king retorted.

Mao Mao harrumphed and waved the king off. He wasn’t in the mood for jackassery. Even if it was coming from the guy that paid him. He was tired of eating jelly beans, so he began throwing them at the trashcan. It wasn’t too different from flicking a paper football. Although, jelly beans were much harder to aim. Badgerclops nudged him, holding out as his hand as they both began to take aim. Everything was going fine if you ignored Snugglemagne. Eventually, Mao Mao got tired of the nagging and flicked a bean at him.

“Stop that,” Snugglemagne whined.

Instead of stopping Mao and Badgerclops chuckled like Beavis and Butthead. At least they were chuckling until Mao Mao caught something out the corner of his eye. He shoved Badgerclops aside before throwing himself back as something smashed through the bench with comet-like fury.

Badgerclops coughed out,” what the hell was that,” as the dust cleared.

When everything settled, Snugglemane was face down in the dirt. Everything fell silent. Badgerclops inhaled sharply; Mao Mao began to laugh.

Badgerclops shot him a glare. Mao Mao quickly cleared his throat,” must be the medicine,” he mumbled.

Badgerclops was really proving himself because his eyes softened after a second. “Do you have any idea what happened?”

“I threw food at it, so it threw ‘food’ at me?”

“That… actually makes sense.”

“So, what do you want me to keep throwing jelly beans at them? It might get the rest of the kingdom?”

Badgerclops placed two fingers to Snugglemagne’s pulse before giving him a thumbs up. Mao Mao couldn’t lie to himself. It was kind of cathartic to watch the blob chuck Sweetipies a 100 MPH. With every toss the blog got smaller and smaller. When the last one was free the blob sorta imploded. It bubbled up before shrinking down with a disturbing noise and spreading goo everywhere.

“What the hell just happened?”

“It got too small thus it lost structural stability and collapsed.”

“I don’t know what any of that means, but I do know that everything worked out in the end.”

“Someone’s going to have to clean all this goo.”

“And it won’t be us,” Mao Mao said,” c’mon we have to pick up Adorabat from school.

* * *

They were only slightly late when picking up Adorabat from school. The rest of the children -or maybe they weren’t actually children Mao Mao honestly couldn’t tell- poured out from the school. She hopped down the steps before flying over.

“Mao Mao! Mao Mao!”Adorabat said as she zipped around them.

Badgerclops metal arm extended out and held the child in place. “Woah, there little buddy. What’s gotten you up?”

“The teacher says we’re going to be doing a play!”

“Really? That sounds nice.”

“The teacher says it’ll be next week. You’ll come, right?”

“Sure. Sounds fun.”

Adorabat slipped out of Badgerclops’ grip, flying an inch from Mao Mao’s face. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Mao Mao chuckled, patting her head.

#MMHOPH #Fanfiction #Badgerclops #Mao Mao #Hurt/comfort #Please give this a read when you have the time

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 4 years

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Could you recommend any fics where Kurt and Blane have a threesome? (Also, I just read a really hot one called 'Given the Opportunity' that has Sam in it)

Thanks for the fic rec; I put the details on the top of the list for other readers. The polyamorous relationships set out below are for Blaine/Kurt/Sebastian. I did a search on AO3 and there are 13 fics tagged with Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel/Sam Evans and 234 fics tagged with Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel/Sebastian Smythe (otherwise know as SebKlaine).

There is also a website called SebKlaine.net that has 705 stories that feature SebKlaine, Kurtbastian, or Seblaine.

- HKVoyage

Given the Opportunity by misqueue

Canon Divergent AU. Two years after Will and Emma's wedding that wasn't, Kurt and Blaine return to Lima in February to celebrate another High School friend's wedding. Sam catches up with them there, and it becomes clear that Sam, after a string of heartbreaks and dashed hopes for a reunion with Mercedes, could use the help of his friends. Or, bros help bros hook up at weddings where there are too damn many ex girlfriends. A kinda sorta thematic remix of 4x14 "I Do". Written for the Tumblr hiatus polyfest of yore. (Canon divergent past 4x14)

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Stray From What You Are by sparrow30

The Kingdom of Aldern has always been ruled by a magical guardian of royal heritage, and their non-royal political consort. When Dominant political advisor Sebastian Smythe hears from his submissive Blaine Anderson that Crown Prince Kurt Hummel has begun his search for a consort, he sees a perfect opportunity for a bit of social climbing - and if he gets a piece of royal ass in the process then so much the better.

Unfortunately Sebastian forgot to read the small-print; there’s a lot more to this union than simple politics, and soon he finds himself on the outskirts of a budding relationship between Kurt and Blaine. If he’s not careful he’s going to lose everything he’s ever worked for, and his submissive to boot.

But maybe, if he plays his cards right, he’ll win something better than he ever imagined possible.

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Our Other Half by khal_blaine

In a society where poly relationships aren’t uncommon, Sebastian and Kurt, two dominants who have been dating for a number of years, are both lacking the submissive energy they need to properly balance their dynamic. When they stumble upon a talented, humble piano player named Blaine, however, everything begins to change. - GKM fill

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Trialogue by lurkdusoleil

When Kurt and Blaine run into Sebastian three months before their wedding, an interesting discussion brings to light something that might be missing from their relationship. (Baby kinkster Klaine, Sebklaine D/s threesome)

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The Better Part of Forever by xonceinadream

Blaine and Sebastian have slowly gotten used to living without Kurt. That is, until they meet Kurt again in Lima, Ohio of all places. Unfortunately, he doesn’t remember who or what they are and so the two of them have to woo him again while trying to protect him from the man who killed him the first time.

Prompt: Once upon a time, Sebastian, Blaine, and Kurt were all vampires and they were soulmates. And then Kurt was killed. Sebastian and Blaine eventually learned how to live without Kurt, although there were still many times when they thought of him and they both knew that the pain was still there despite all those years. Somehow, Dalton needed SeBlaine. So they went back to Ohio…

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Just a Friend by xonceinadream

When Blaine, Kurt and Sebastian are out on a date and Blaine runs into an old family-friend, he panics and introduces Sebastian as his boyfriend and Kurt as their friend. Kurt is offended but the night goes better than he had planned, even if that old family-friend does try to set him up with his grandson.

Prompt: Sebastian, Blaine and Kurt are on a date at some event like a show’s opening night. Kurt has wandered away from the boys for a moment when Blaine and Sebastian run into some big shot and his wife from where Blaine works. Sebastian has already been introduced as his boyfriend so when Kurt returns, Blaine introduces him as a “friend”. Blaine normally wouldn’t do that but he was nervous because he works for a very conservative company and he panicked…

#klaine #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #fic finder #anonymous #polyamorous #Sebastian Smythe #Sam Evans

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saiilorstars · 4 years

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Color Palettes of my OCs

Tagged by @hogwarts-is-my-wonderland

(Since I have no computer access at the moment, the story links will take you directly to my fanfic account instead of my Tumblr posts. I will fix it when I get back from vacation.)

Belén Palayta from It Had To Be You. The Flash.

Belén doesn't have a specific set of colors, except for her green and pink shades of her metahuman suit. Those two colors honor where her powers originated from: nature and Azaleas. In her daily life, Belén has a wide set of colors and I think that speaks to itself. She's a well-rounded person who tries anything that comes her way.

Montserrat Novak from Dare To Forget Me. SVU.

Montserrat is another character who doesn't stick to a specific color palette. She'll wear warm colors like beige and brown with touches of orange for her work outfits. It's a contrast to the dark nature of her job but it could be seen as a way to come off as trustworthy to the victims she comes across with. Montserrat herself, when she's not at work, will wear any color. Like Belén, she doesn't stick to the same colors and she really can't be defined by single palette.

Minerva Souza from Next Stop Everywhere. Doctor Who.

Minerva often wears shades of blue and silver with a touch of white. Those two colors honor her home planet as well as her elemental powers. The shades of blue are reminiscent of her water powers as well as the TARDIS herself. Blue is part of the royal colors of Minerva's family. Blue was the frozen lake where she first met the Doctor, blue was the box of wonders he traveled in and later on became Minerva's home. The Silver is more about the double set moons that overlook her entire planet as well as being part of her family's royal color. The touch of white comes from her snow powers and the fact that she started out as a pure, innocent girl thousands of years ago.

Maleny Rowan from The Girl in the Forest. The Originals.

Maleny is a more complicated character to defined by colors because she's very different from what her appearance and style portrays. She's defined as a petite woman with a softness in her that deeply contradicts the family she lives with (in this case, the Mikaelsons). Sometimes she'll wear black like black leather jackets or a deep red. The two colors combined are often interpreted as someone who's dangerous or perhaps evil but the truth is that while Maleny IS dangerous she doesn't really show it. I think wearing those two colors is just a way for Maleny to fit in with the Mikaelsons and, more specifically, to fit with the TONE of her life (which hasn't been very good unfortunately). Along with red and black, she'll go for the dark colors like purple, gray and navy blue.

Avalon Reynolds from Stars Dance, Doctor Who.

Avalon wears more pastel colors and if not then it'll be dark colors arranged in a preppy style (ex. Plaid skirts, blouses tucked in skirt etc.). She loves wearing pink and it could be due to the fact that the color is associated with gentleness and ladyness, two things nobody in her town thinks she is. She might want to believe that she IS because she does have a passion for things such as writing and traveling and she IS full of love even though it's hard for her to express it. Along with pink she'll choose other warm colors like beige, lavender and baby blue.

#noblecrescentedit #ocappreciation #the flash #svu #doctor who #the originals

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shrunkyclunksbigbang-blog · 6 years

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(i’ll leave my love) Between the Stars by Chicklette ART BY: Bear_shark

Steve never got the chance to meet his soulmate before he went into the ice. Now that he’s out, scientists have discovered a way to match you to your soulmate, called The Registry.The big question is, does Steve want to use it, and is it safe to give anyone a sample of Captain America’s DNA?

(You’re) The Magic In My Soul by CaliHart & cettevieestbien ART BY: Mypissedoffsandwich

A year after the Battle, Steve still finds himself adrift in the future. It isn’t easy connecting to his teammates, who do their best to crack his shell. During a night out he meets Bucky, who claims to be a friendly witch, as well as Steve’s soulmate. It takes some time for Steve to get used to the fact that magic exists, and that Bucky’s family is brimming with it.

One day Bucky and Steve find a dragon egg in the park. Unsettled, Bucky tells Steve not to touch it when they take it home–unable to resist, the egg hatches into a small, sun-colored dragon right in his hands. Now in the possession of an illegal baby dragon, they turn to Bucky’s grandma, who apparently has a whole life outside of family and the family’s magic shop. They soon discover that dragon eggs are being smuggled in the black market. It takes more than Steve expected to save the day.

helpless (i’m helpless) by Princessoftheworlds ART BY: TrishArgh

The Sokovian Accords were created right after the Battle of New York. It’s 2017, and the Avengers are stuck under the UN’s thumb. Captain Steve Rogers is mostly retired and doesn’t protest when Tony drags him out to a movie premiere. Out on the red carpet, he bumps into Oscar-nominated actor James Barnes and falls so hard that Tumblr and Twitter won’t stop shipping them.

It’s 2017, and the Winter Soldier can’t stand idly by while his city falls into ruins from the rampant crime, the Avengers made practically useless. He just doesn’t expect to run into Nomad in a back alley.

Or, a two-dimensional love story told in three parts. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

All That Is and Isn’t True by romanticalgirl ART BY: Mypissedoffsandwich

Steve meets and gets to know one of the chefs at Stark Tower. They’re pretty sure they’re perfect for each other, until a secret from the past comes to light. They have to figure out what’s true, what isn’t, and what matters to each of them. It’s not easy, but then, it wouldn’t be love if it was. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

You Make Me Feel… by kalika_999 ART BY: instagrims

All Steve wanted was to take a breather, decompress after a mission and go out for a jog in the rain. He wasn’t expecting to hide out in a bookstore filled with new and used books or that the employee that worked there thought he was an absolute loser and didn’t even realize he was insulting Captain America. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Call For a Good Time by Mypissedoffsandwich ART BY: Drowningbydegrees & Tyranttirade

Tony had probably been joking when he’d passed Steve the business card for a Phone Sex line. But Dammit, Steve was lonely and his neighbor had been driving him crazy for months.

Captain Cosplay by Ignisentis ART BY: alby_mangroves

James Barnes loves to cosplay as Captain America, and not just because he’s damn good at it, either. No, it’s the feeling he gets when he puts on the suit, the light in people’s eyes when they see him, the thrill of getting the details just right. It also helped him feel connected to New York after he moved back there for work. Well, cosplay and his landlord,Clint. So when Bucky gets an invitation to his dream cosplay event, hosted by none other than Tony Stark and judged by the Avengers themselves, he knows he has to pull out all the stops and make a new Cap cosplay: the elusive Stealth Suit. Clint turns out to be surprisingly resourceful in that endeavor, and Bucky’s more than pleased with how his cosplay turns out. As the day of the event dawns, he can only hope that Steve Rogers feels the same way. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Continuing Education by romanticalgirl ART BY: 743ish

Steve is invited to be a guest lecturer on the WWII unit for Bucky’s college course. Bucky’s more than happy to glean any extra knowledge (in more than just history) from Steve, and Steve’s happy to educate him. But then Bucky has to decide if he can handle the fact that Steve throws himself into danger, and if the sex is worth it. Or if it’s not just sex anymore. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

don’t quote the Wikipedia page by PolzkaDotz

Bucky Barnes is Steve Rogers’ (most commonly known as Nomad) boyfriend, but sometimes he kind of wishes he just… wasn’t.

Bucky and Steve can see ghosts, one of the ghosts is a fan of Bucky, mischief happens and Bucky fucks it up royally for the entire world to see. Typical.

Great morning in the neighborhood by capsiclemycaptain

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Hey, Asshole! A New York City Love story by bunnymaccool

Bucky’s running late for the bus and he’s stuck in line behind some ridiculous shoulder to waist ratio bastard who’s too busy flirting with the baristas to get his frickin’ order in. After he tells the dude off, completely in his rights he feels, the damn oversized puppy-faced ass keeps following him around and trying to apologize. And okay, dude is hot like burnin’, but Bucky just doesn’t have the time or patience for soothing the wounded ego of some gymrat wannabe with an obsession for dressing like he’s hiding from the mob and …. why are you laughing, Sam? TUMBLR MASTERPOST

It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood by deepspaceprincess ART BY: esaael

When Steve moves in next door to Bucky and his family, it throws Bucky’s comfortable reality for a loop. Steve shakes up Bucky’s belief that he needs to dedicate his life to his family and Bucky’s family seems to think that’s good for him. As much as Bucky fights back against the pull he feels to Steve, he can’t win when his family is doing their best to push them together. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

It grew on me by Bear_shark ART BY: esaael

Steve Rogers isn’t good at taking care of himself. So when Tony and Natasha strong arm him into going to a fancy hair salon, he’s not expecting to like it. Enter barber Bucky Barnes. Soon Steve is trying different hairstyles and growing out a beard, anything to get Bucky’s hands on him a little more. Unfortunately, on the path to true love, sometimes fate (and Hydra) has other plans. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Just Dropkick The Shame by rohkeutta ART BY: Missprintrash

List of Stuff Bucky Shall Never Do: 1. Give up spider solitaire 2. Tweet TMI shit to celebrities 3. Get a fucking raise, it seems 4. Sleep with a coworker He HAS tweeted TMI shit about celebrities, but he also has some common sense and knows that some people actually read their replies, so he a) posts only on his private account and b) never tags. Bucky’s pretty sure that he’s not the only person to have drunk tweeted about Captain America’s daddy level, but at least he doesn’t fucking call Steve Rogers ‘daddy’ to his face. Until he kind of does, and breaks his fourth rule in the process.

Life of the Party by AggressiveWhenStartled

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Memories Turn Into Daydreams by StarSpangledBucky

When Bucky heard the rumours about Captain America, he took a risk. The dating profile had his name, his picture, even the bio was accurate. But with the amount of times Bucky had been catfished, he wasn’t sure. That is until on the day of the meeting, Steve Rogers himself comes into his life. It becomes as bittersweet as every love story should be… TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Movie Barnes by SMDarling

While catching up on 21st Century pop culture, Steve hears about Blockbuster but misses the memo that it no longer exists. When he goes looking, he finds a video rental store run by Bucky Barnes, back from war missing an arm, with PTSD from his time as a POW, and unwilling to accept how much the world moved on without him. He used his combat pay to buy up an old Blockbuster building, full of old VHS rentals, moved in upstairs, and now “runs” a not-very-popular business, supplemented by his VA benefits and repairing electronics (specializing in VHS players). It’s a quiet life for Bucky, with only his movies to keep him company, until Steve shows up, confused and just as lost in the 21st Century as Bucky once felt. Bucky agrees to show Steve what he missed, and somewhere along the way, Steve returns the favor. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

No Rest by Luckybuckyboy ART BY: Mypissedoffsandwich

Steve is pulled from the ice, angry and tired and wishing he was dead. He is sent to the Retreat with Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. James Barnes to recover. Steve doesn’t want to be there in the cabin and also in the future, but the more he gets to know James, the more he’s not sure he wants to leave.

old situations (new complications) by ChibiSquirt ART BY: Drowningbydegrees

A soulmate AU where your soulmark is the first thing your soulmate thinks when they meet you. Bucky is a normal, Level Six SHIELD agent who stumbles into a time machine while on a mission. When he travels back sixty-four years and lands ass-up on the wartime desk of one Agent Carter, his soulmark—“Who’s that with Peggy?”—goes from fairly distinctive, as thoughts go, to maddeningly common.

The Weight We Carry by Queerily_kai

Bucky agreed to go to the PTSD support group at the VA, but he never agreed to stand up and talk. Things start to change the day Steve talks to him.

What’s The Sitch? by urbanconstellations

“A day where Bucky Barnes wasn’t thrown into some kind of insane, life threatening situation was an unusual one. He’d gotten used to the constant rush of adrenaline in his ears, and the way his focus sharpened in line with his goal. This wasn’t normal for someone in his line of work, but he couldn’t quite seem to break the habit.” Bucky Barnes is a war veteran/perpetually exhausted nurse who happens to think Doctor Steven Carter is super duper hot. Bucky Barnes is also in the habit of heroically running into burning buildings to help people. He can’t really help it at this point. When Bucky runs into Captain America himself for the first time, he has no idea how close the guy might really be. Steve Rogers wants nothing more than to have life that’s as normal as possible, and maybe get up the nerve to ask that cute nurse, Bucky out. He’s finally using his medical degree for something, as well as stopping the occasional terrorist when SHIELD asks. He’s changed his name and always wears the cowl when fighting, but a certain nurse might ruin the whole cover. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Where All Roads Lead by DrowningByDegrees ART BY: alby_mangroves

When Steve Rogers inadvertently touches a relic in the course of a mission gone sideways during WWII, he’s catapulted seventy years into the future. Before he’s even sure where he’s ended up, his search for help puts him in contact with Bucky Barnes, a historian and college professor who has built a career around studying Captain America. With Bucky’s help, Steve means to find out how exactly he ended up in 2017, and solve the bigger mystery of how to get home. There’s just one problem. The closer they get to their goal, the less certain Steve is that he wants to go home. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Opportunity Cost by detour ART BY: ChibiSquirt

It’s hard for killers to start over. But Buck comes to New York with a new name, a new identity, and and plans to discover who he is. It should be easy to be Buck the average worker, meeting this guy Steve to talk about baseball, even if it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Between the secrets and the ghosts from his past following him around the city, it’s bound to get messy. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

The Passionate Gardener by velvetjinx ART BY: esaael

Bucky is feeling burned out by a string of unsuccessful dates, and would much rather just spend his time among his plants. Enter one mysterious red headed customer who wants to set Bucky up with her friend. Little does he know that his agreement will lead to an encounter with… the world’s least likely Angry Birds enthusiast? TUMBLR MASTERPOST

The Purrfect Brew by Florianna ART BY: Queerily_kai

Meet Bucky Barnes, reluctant owner of the café Purrfect Brew, in Brooklyn, where clients can get their fills of books, coffee and cats who are too smart for their own good. His life is quiet and that’s the way he likes it, until aliens hit Manhattan. Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, has been in the 21rst century for two weeks when aliens hit Manhattan. He’s not sure what to do with himself afterwards and is half considering the offer to work with SHIELD. Bruce, recognizing a lost soul, drags him to his favourite quiet place, the Purrfect Brew. Steve, being intrigued by the quiet barista and his sisters, come back often by himself, determined to learn more about the Barnes family, mostly Bucky. And when the past comes back, somehow it’s still not as bad as it could have been.

The Rainbow by anice_1 ART BY: Brooklyn-bisexual

Bucky Barnes’ job as a nurse on the children’s ward is demanding, but he loves it. What he’s not so fond of? Obnoxious celebriities trying to use sick children to boost their own public image. So naturally Bucky isn’t exactly thrilled when Captain America himself, camera team in tow, is announced for a visit to the hospital. Maybe though, just maybe, not all celebrities are self-centered assholes after all? TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Relationship Goals: Have a Relationship by cleo4u2, xantissa ART BY: Fannishlove

When Bucky gets a message from an unknown number, he never expects it to lead him on an exciting journey filled with naked pics, hot sexting and surprise flights over Manhattan with Iron Man himself.

The Roommate by Niitza ART BY: layersofsilence

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his “roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word. It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Salt by littleblackfox ART BY: Chibisquirt

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination. “Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue. “You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks. Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?” “Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

say you’ll bee mine by deceptivesoldier, obsessivereader, talkplaylove

When Steve glances over at Hot Guy again, Hot Guy catches his eye and gives him a tentative smile. Steve’s brain shuts down and he looks away. But the serum gave him great vision, so out of the corner of his eye, he sees Hot Guy stand up, take two steps, get his foot caught in a backpack strap, trip, and fall down. Steve’s out of his chair and next to Hot Guy before he even has time to think. “Oh my God, Hot Guy! Are you okay?” His hearing is sensitive enough to pick out Sam’s whispered “Did you just call Hot Guy ‘Hot Guy’?” at the same time as he realizes what he just said. Hot Guy blinks up at him from the floor, probably too confused to stand up. “Did you just call me ‘Hot Guy’?” TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Shared Life Experience by assemblingbrokenmemories ART BY: DrowningByDegrees

When Principal Morita offers Bucky the chance of having Captain America come into his classroom as a guest, he is over the moon. As a history teacher and an enthusiast when it comes to the story of the national icon, it was a dream come true. What he didn’t expect was the ridiculous PSAs, inappropriate laughter, and the burgeoning chance at something more. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Sorry, Not Sorry by SoftObsidian74 ART BY: DrowningByDegrees & The_She_Devil

All Steve Rogers ever wanted was to do what’s right. So when he drops in to volunteer at the Brooklyn VA Outpatient Center, he’s surprised to learn some veterans actually resent Captain America and everything he represents. One veteran in particular is determined to make sure Steve understands just how much he dislikes him. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

The Stars Crossed Right by cettevieestbien ART BY: everybodyhateselliot

Steve returns from the bathroom as soon as Bucky’s eyes close. “Buck!” He groans. “Nope. I’m going back to bed. Nope.” “Bucky.” “No.” “We’re going to be late.” “To what?” “Your surprise.” Steve waits for Bucky to move, gives up after a moment. Then, like an asshole, he settles his tiny ass on Bucky’s hips and fucking tickles him. “Goddammit, Steve,” Bucky nearly shrieks. He opens his eyes wide and pushes at Steve’s massive shoulders. “Off, off.” Steve relents, but doesn’t get off — apparently, it’s just too funny. He drops so they’re chest to chest, laughing so hard he’s making them both shake with it. “Stevie,” Bucky complains, but he’s smiling wide enough for it to hurt. It doesn’t quite hit the intended mark. – A fic spanning from April 10th, 2011 to August 21st, 2016. Read as Bucky and Steve encounter relationship woes, superhero-dom, cute animals named after beloved characters, Bucky’s hilarious family, tragedy, and the Accords. Not necessarily in that order. (Written for the 2018 Shrunkyclunks Bang!)

The Station by Queerily_kai ART BY: krycekasks

Bucky is a professional climber and writer trying to finish an article. Steve is trying to avoid the Avengers tower and team needing a break from it all. Despite recognizing Steve as Captain America from the start, Bucky ignores his superhero identity, and finds himself falling for Steve Rogers, the human. Steve is happy to forget about his public persona, and gets to be himself again, having his first friend since waking from the ice two years previously, and then the first boyfriend who doesn’t have to be a secret. Everything changes in the Alps when Bucky’ team is caught in an avalanche, and he ends up in a world he never expected.

Sunlight on Still Waters by sparkly_butthole ART BY: cobaltmoony

Steve Rogers lives in a broken-down building in Brooklyn, shops at Whole Foods, and plays Captain America as necessary, adjusting to the twenty-first century as well as can be expected. He’s not looking for a sub, not actively, but when he stumbles - literally - upon his neighbor Bucky Barnes, that old spark lights up once more. But things have changed since Steve went into the ice. Society’s gone forwards in many ways, but not all, not by a longshot. And soon enough, he’ll have to play a hero of a different kind.

Technicolor by starmaki, themirrordarkly ART BY: layersofsilence

Bucky Barnes has been cast as Captain America in an up and coming film. In researching the part, Bucky comes face to face with the living legend over a sushi lunch. Steve is uncomfortable about his life being portrayed on the silver screen. But it is part of the course of being famous and an icon. Meeting the actor who is to portray him, Steve is both annoyed and intrigued by the man. One meeting should have been enough, but Steve keeps finding excuses to see him again. All to help with the movie, he keeps telling himself. Steve was such a bad liar. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

Thank You For Calling by MarleyMortis ART BY: The_She_Devil

“Thank you for calling Superhuman Disaster Insurance; this is Bucky Barnes speaking. How can I help you?” Wherein Bucky Barnes, frustrated millennial, helps clean up after messes made by superhumans, stumbles upon a plot to ruin a non-profit charity, finds out his leukemia is back, and absolutely does not have a thing for Captain America’s smile. Probably.

Use Your Agency by romanticalgirl ART BY: Taste_is_sweet

Bucky is given the assignment (punishment) of being the agent whose job it is to integrate the newly-thawed Captain America into life in a new century. Only maybe it’s not so bad. Because Bucky ends up dealing with Steve Rogers, who is nothing like the Captain America in Bucky’s history books. From coming out of the ice through AoU. TUMBLR MASTERPOST

To Catch a Soul by layersofsilence ART BY: DrowningByDegrees

When Steve Rogers pilots the Valkyrie into the cold waters of the English Channel, he expects to die. He doesn’t expect to wake up on a beach, he doesn’t expect to bump into the wireless operator he’d talked to on the way down, and he certainly doesn’t expect to like Bucky as much as he does. But, according to the angel now following him around, it turns out that Steve had been supposed to die, on that fateful morning. And to stay on Earth – to stay with Bucky – Steve faces what is, quite literally, the fight of his life.

True Lord of the Dance by QueenoftheRandomWord42 ART BY: Thunderboltsortofpenny

Honestly, Steve never expected to have a moment in his friendship with Howard Stark that he’d regret. “…but It’s easy to get distracted by the big picture, so remember to stop and treat yourself to a nice dance from time to time.” Howard read aloud, then he paused, “Wait, is the fourth of July really your birthday?” “Yes, yes Howard, it is.” Steve laughed. “And I’ve seen one of your shows, you’re a real lord of the dance.” Howard rolled his eyes at that with a bit of a laugh. “Laugh it up Howard.” Steve muttered. But when a sarcastic comment gets taken out of context, and Steve wakes up in the 21st Century with a sudden dancing reputation and Steve is expected to perform, he’s gotta learn to dance. Learning to dance proves to be challenging, but it might be made easier by a classmate of his who answers to the name Bucky.

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby by sunrow ART BY: Bear_shark

Tony, fed up with Steve’s utterly dull wardrobe, drags him to a fashion show in an effort to show him some more stylish options. But it’s not the clothes that catch Steve’s eye, and instead a gorgeous male model named Bucky. As luck would have it, not only does Bucky openly flirt with Steve, much to Tony’s amusement, but he also agrees to be Steve’s personal stylist. It would be perfect, if only Steve could get over his awkwardness and just ask Bucky out already.

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Cinderwings

Cinderwings by bendingsignpost [ @bendingsignpost on tumblr] Rating: M Word Count: 182,000 Summary: Under the cover of a masquerade ball, Castiel has five nights to recover the key to his people's freedom. The world has changed greatly in the six centuries since their banishment into the void, but the task isn't impossible. Unfortunately for Castiel, this is going to involve talking to people - especially the Knight Prince who has taken an interest in Castiel and his "costume" wings.(Destiel Cinderella AU)

You have no idea how excited I am to rec this fic! We all know that rich world building, suspenseful plot, unique cultural misunderstandings and oodles of yummy destiel feels is more than enough for a great fic. But there’s also so much more. Angel Castiel trying to understand human body language and how to use it for his own agenda is amusing in and of itself. But when you add to it Castiel’s struggle to restrict his wing language from oblivious humans and the very tactile Prince Dean, you get a true winner among wing fic. On top of all that, this story is told with very eloquent prose. Many times I had to pause and savor a particularly lovely turn of phrase or linger over a sentence with so many emotions packed in just couple of words.

The fic is tagged as a Cinderella AU and, indeed, it borrows some of the most iconic moments from that famous fairy tale - secret identities, a royal palace and extensive dancing, the importance of midnight, the lost not-a-slipper-thingy that is essential to track down the mysterious guest the prince has fallen in love with. But these are only building blocks in a cleverly subverted fairy tale fusion laden with canon parallels. The fic itself is an action packed, character driven story about deception and the sacrifices Cas and Dean are ready to make for their families. This is so not a story about a sweet natured orphan being noticed by a prince. Quite the opposite, Castiel is a seraph on a mission and his strategist and tactician skills are on full display here. He knows his target and that his time is limited, now, if only Prince Dean would stop being so distracting and wouldn’t make Cas to question his loyalties. The amount of destiel flirting -- er, I mean Dean flirting and Cas trying to make sense of human facial expressions-- in this fic is to die for. Also, I had the pleasure of reading one of the longest, sweetest and still very plot relevant kissing scenes ever in this fic. There’s so much I could say about this story, but I’ll save you time and just tell you to read it immediately. Your day or weekend will be better for it!

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Suggested further reading (links go to our reviews)

Not Part of the Plan by scaramouche [ @no-gorms on tumblr] - read this super epic fic for intricate political plot, arranged marriage shenanigans, culture clashes, betrayals and separations, but most of all, for Dean and Cas falling in love and fighting for it despite every expectation posed on them, and winging it as they go. If you have already read NPOTP, be sure not to miss recently posted timestamps.

True as It Can Be by whelvenwings [ @whelvenwings on tumblr] - read it for a contemporary take on classic fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast, for Dean trying to understand creature Cas and for an amazing twist on the classical curse.

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3Below: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 26 A Glorious End Part 2 (Ending)

Part 2

“Before we all go, snickerdoodles and trail mix for the journey” Snickerdoodles are great.

“Are postcards still a thing on Akiridion-5?”

“If they are, send me one” Wait so postcards exists in the universe?

“Home?” “Yes”

“Home”

“See? All your friends are here”

“You were right, Aja”

“We made a lot of friends on this mudball”

“Little brother...”

“All my friends are here”

“This is my home”

“I-”

“I know”

“The humans and this planet are lucky to have you”

“Yes!”

“DJ Kleb is staying in the house!”

“Oh, yeah!”

“Unpack the bags, Lucy”

“We’re staying on the mudball, too” Ricky and Lucy are not out of the job.

“Many moons from now”

“when Varvatos bones groan”

“and his blood slows to a crawl”

“and he sees the twilight”

“of his life”

“there would be no greater honor...”

“nothing more glorious for Vex than to have you by his side”

“But i am the royals guardian...”

“and i must go back”

“and stand by her side”

“I know you can’t stay”

“but is there oxygen up there?”

“There is, in abundance”

“Then when Toby-pie leaves for collage”

“make room for one more!” Yeah, when Toby leaves for collage. Assuming he lives to make it into collage.

“You mean it!”

“Now kiss me, you big, blue lug!”

Now make sure you don’t kiss six more times.

“Foo-foo! Foo-foo!”

“Yea, all right!”

“I call shotgun!” Goodbye, Eli. We’ll see you in Rise of the Titans.

“Come here, boy!”

“After you, my queen”

“About that...”

“I’ll have to come up with my own title”

“Glorious” Aja Tarron, Warrior Queen sounds badass.

“Come on, Steve. Get it together”

“Why do these things end in tearful goodbyes?”

Cause it’s the finale. There has to be tearful goodbyes.

“Come on, Luug”

“We’re going home”

“Man”

“the rest of this summer’s gonna eat farts”

“Yeah, it is kinda hard to top destroying an alien god” How about fighting actual titans?

“But i lost my butt-stomping, ninja-space-angel girlfriend”

“and my Creep Slaying boyfriend in the same afternoon”

“Yeah”

“i felt like that after Jim and Claire and everybody left on their quest” “Speaking of Jim and Claire, what do you think they’re doing right now?” “Well one thing’s certain, Claire’s not getting the living fuck banged out of her by Jim” “...” “...” “Hey, we had to make at least one Monster Fucker Claire joke in this series” “Wait, Claire’s a monster fucker?” “Yes!” “I thought she was just weird”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa”

“we’re talking about”

“my problems here, buttsnack”

“AAAAAHHHHH!”

“Cat”

“Yum”

Aaarrrgghh is about to eat a cat in front of everyone.

“Ooh! Hey lil guy!”

“You lost?”

“Beware”

“You”

“you”

“are in grave”

“danger”

“Whoa!”

“A cat with glasses!”

“The cat just talked”

“and you’re focused on its eyewear?”

“I’ve seen aliens”

“creeps”

“and trolls, Domzalski”

“So, yeah”

“i’d like to know why the talking cat’s”

“wearing glasses” Steve does make a point. I would ask the same thing if i was in his place.

“Bad eyesight” And there’s your answer.

“Not cat”

“familiar”

“Familiar?”

“No way!”

“I’d remember if i met”

“a cat with glasses”

“No”

“Wizard”

“assistant”

“Assistant?”

“That’s very offensive”

“I am a wizard associate, thank you very much” Familiars really don’t like being called an assistant.

“Now, come with me”

“or the worst will come to pass”

“Hey”

“are you threatening me, pussycat?”

“No. I’m warning you”

“Put simply, the world as you know it is about to end”

“Meow”

“Wha...”

“Ah”

“not again!”

“AAAAAAAAAA”

“HHHHHHHHHH!”

And that is the end of 3Below: Tales of Arcadia Watch. What an adventure. The reason the ending is posted today (And why the final episode took long) is cause of two reasons. The first is: It was New Year’s, and i had spend it with my family the whole time that i lost track of time. The second reason is that: Apparently throughout yesterday, the Tumblr tags weren’t working and whatever new posts were posted wouldn’t show. But that’s been fixed already.

So all that’s left is Wizards. That shouldn’t take long as it (unfortunately) has one season and (again, unfortunately) ten episodes. I’m hoping to begin posting them in either February or March (Then again, i said the 3Below Watch would start in either August or September, and it started in November. So if it comes to it, the Wizards Watch might start in April, but i’m hoping to start in Feb or Mar) See you in Wizards: Tales of Arcadia Watch.

#3below #milk watches 3below #tales of arcadia

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So I need to share this before I forget, because ever since I saw the Last Jedi for a second time with my brother (while drinking a Revenge of the Sip...god, AMC, why did you stick a bar in the theater?!) I was hit with some pretty big realizations. This is, of course, after devouring TLJ and TFA meta on tumblr as it’s come across my dash in droves. My main focus here is Luke. Placing under a cut for spoilers, and also spoiler tagging because I know some people have yet to see it that I’m friends with.

There was a lot implied in TLJ that I’ve not seen people touch upon. I’ve seen the comments about Snoke, Ben’s abuse and childhood grooming, and how Luke led everyone to believe Ben just went nuts and killed everyone--not that Luke almost killed Ben. Then there’s Rey and her connection and the themes of adolescence and just--it’s great meta. It’s wonderful.

I didn’t see a lot of people actually touching upon Luke in all this mess, aside from being an additional abuser of Ben. Unfortunately I never quite read Luke as one of Ben’s abusers--while yes I feel that Luke deciding to train Ben because of his strength in the Force and being a Skywalker Legacy was a bit rude, you have to admit: Ben needed training. Leia, Han, and Luke were all highly political figures--is it therefore any wonder why Snoke was able to slowly and subtly groom one of the Skywalker line? If Luke hadn’t taken Ben on, and several other force sensitives, to at least give them some grounding considering what the force is and how powerful Ben himself is? It could’ve been a disaster.

More than it was, at least.

I think also the implications of what happened have been hinted at in other meta, but I’ve not seen anyone outright address it. Luke talks about how he could see the evil growing in Ben--there’s a lovely little incorrect-starwars-quote going around about how it was 2AM and Ben was sleeping--but the thought niggled in my mind, especially after Snoke admitted to creating the Force Bond between Ben and Rey.

What if Ben wasn’t turning at all, in any respects? Because Luke got to Ben early enough, started to train Ben early enough, Snoke couldn’t actually get his claws into Ben without a catalyst. He could try to manipulate Ben’s thoughts, but Ben had someone in his corner at this time. Luke. Luke who saw promise in him, Luke who paid attention to him when his parents weren’t or couldn’t. Luke who actually was there for him--and sure it was because Ben had powers or whatever, but Luke was Ben’s primary influence where Snoke tried to be.

Luke’s betrayal of Ben was the catalyst Snoke needed to hook the Skywalker he wanted. There is a lot about the scene(s) we see where Luke betrays Ben that got me thinking. First of all, why was he actually there peeking in on a teenager’s dreams? That’s not something I could ever see Luke logically doing. We were never given any hints as to what supposed darkness Luke saw either that led him to this action. We know Snoke was horribly, terribly powerful in the Force given that he could Force Bond two young force sensitives galaxies apart. Something that should have, theoretically, been impossible.

Whose to say that Snoke didn’t manipulate Ben into turning, but more manipulated Luke into believing Ben was turning? We all have to admit, Luke tries to be wise but he’s really not. TLJ showcases that wonderfully. He’s a goof who got placed with responsibility that he didn’t know how to handle at all--he handled it fairly well all things considered, probably with Leia nagging him and feeding him things while they had their twin bond going strong, but in training other force sensitives all Luke had to go on was Obi-Wan, and Yoda. One old guy that he was told to stay away from, but was supposedly a family friend, who lied to him about his father and kept a lot of secrets.

The other a massive troll of epic proportions going slightly senile from everything he ever created/controlled being ruined by his own hubris.

I don’t count Aniken and I don’t count Sidious because while they definitely showed him the other side of the force in force they didn’t actively had a hand in teaching him things aside from being adversaries.

So I propose that in this Luke is as much a victim as Ben, specifically of Snoke. Ben is noted as being a lot like his father--having his father’s heart--and we actually do see a lot of Solo in Kylo Ren. That’s probably why everyone refers to him as Ben Solo instead of Ben Organa like I presume he would’ve been called, given that Han Solo even referenced that he no longer bore the name ‘Solo.’

This is where I want to step it up a notch. So Snoke royally fucked around with the Skywalker line because he wanted a Vader to his Sidious--great, wonderful. I still have no idea what hole you crawled out of and I don’t care. You’re dead now and good on Ben getting out of your shadow. What I find interesting is that there is reference to Rey turning--that even Luke is horrified that Rey would willingly follow the dark hole in the ground to get what it offers her, that she doesn’t resist--and that both Ben and Rey seem to think the other will turn. Yoda says they can’t lose Rey like they’ve lost Ben--which prompts Luke to pull an Obi-Wan.

Strangely, Luke’s stand off with Ben and subsequent apology about how he royally fucked shit up--I mean freaking out about your uncle standing over you in the dead of night with a Lightsaber very obviously contemplating shoving the laser sword in your chest would terrify anyone. Rightfully so. I’m proud of Luke owning up to his biggest fuck up to date, because that showed Luke finally accepting his hand in this whole mess instead of running and hiding like a coward.

Again understandable. This is Leia and Han’s kid. They would’ve torn him a new one if they knew what shit he’d pulled there. Leia is so terrifyingly like their father I could understand Luke’s desire to run and hide and just fade off into obscurity because fuck this. Plus I found it very interesting at this point after the monumental ‘but he’s evil!’ ‘shit that’s wrong!’ mistake Luke actually shuts himself off from the force.

None of us knew Luke blocked the Force out until Rey mentioned it! That Luke shut himself out doesn’t scream to me like he’s trying to hide even further from Leia or from Snoke--honestly if he doesn’t want to be found he could just mask his presence, not cut himself off completely. Especially not when the Force has been such an intrinsic part of his life for so long--long enough that he uses it subconsciously when he opens himself back up again! I see here more that Luke saw something with the Force-or he thought he saw something that was true, but because it ended in such tragedy he couldn’t come to terms with it. Luke closed himself off as another way to hide--this time from the Force that he felt betrayed him.

From himself, and his own strength in this mystical binding power between everything. If he could make such a huge mistake--what if that meant Luke was turning? I see Luke’s self imposed exile to a planet that houses ancient Jedi texts as him trying to figure out what the fuck happened. Why he responded that way? Why did he even think it was right? Was the Force turning him? Was he turning the Force? Was there something else?

And I think Luke finally put together that it was Snoke only after Yoda destroyed the tree, after Yoda talks about how they can’t lose Rey. Here Luke stood, having betrayed another potential student out of sudden fear. Here Luke stood, having opened himself back up to the Force and having to reveal his mistakes before an enraged child--a hurt child, one who was bound neatly to Ben Solo in a manner that shouldn’t be possible. Here Luke finally realized--it was Snoke.

And then Snoke was dead. He was no longer in the Force, no longer sending out feelers for Luke, to twist Luke, to twist Ben, to twist Rey--so Luke did what he thought was best. Save the child he could, and show the other child that he fucked up and there wasn’t anything more he could do aside from admit it--that he failed Ben Solo.

That’s what I think is most interesting. That Luke stands before Ben not as the Luke of today--he’s very obviously the Luke of Ben’s nightmares. His hair has color and is neatly trimmed, he’s dressed in a manner befitting a Jedi Master of a Training Temple. He wields a lightsaber that is destroyed. It’s glaringly obvious in retrospect that Luke is projecting from his little island--because Luke is projecting the Luke Ben remembers. The Luke that betrayed Ben, that hurt Ben, that started Ben Solo’s descent into Snoke’s arms. It is not from current day Luke that Ben get’s an apology, it’s from the Luke of Ben’s nightmares.

It is that same Luke that promises to haunt his steps if struck down in anger.

I think Luke knows--Rey doesn’t need saving. Ben already saved her. He got rid of the poison, he got rid of Snoke. Ben doesn’t need saving either, because at his heart he was left with a gaping wound and no real closure for what happened. Luke disappeared before Ben could truly get it, but now Luke gave Ben closure, and gave himself closure too. Luke gave himself the tools needed to make sure no other abuser could touch his nephew like that again.

Luke isn’t Rey’s guardian angel. Rey’s guardian angel comes in the form of Leia. Let the girls handle the girls. No, he’s Ben’s, because ultimately Luke was the catalyst for Kylo Ren--and ultimately, Luke will be the one in the Force stopping another Snoke from taking control of Kylo Ren while he finds his footsteps.

Or so I hope.

(seriously the Skywalker family needs to stop being extra okay)

#useless text post #tlj spoilers #tlj meta #luke skywalker #ben solo #seriously the skywalker fam guys #just #these assholes

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pinktacofury · 7 years

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Fallen Officer (Sherlock x Female!Reader) Part One/?

PTF here and I figured it would be a good idea to spread out my Fanfics to different fandoms now, I personally belong to so many fandoms it’s crazy so why not my tumblr as well? Hope you guys Enjoy, Lurv PTF.

Series Warnings: Sass, Language (Cussing like a sailor), blood, gore, murder, fluff, maybe smut (Haven’t Decided), triggers????, does not follow the show.

Part Warnings: Language, a little fluff, No triggers? Does not follow the show, mentions of murder.

Summary: (Y/n) Is ripped from her world into the world of none other than Sherlock Holmes, she’s seen the show a couple of times (Like thirty) and knows pretty well what she’s getting into but will she be able to return home? Will Sherlock and John be able to help her? Will she survive the hectic sometimes dangerous world of the world's only Consulting Detective? Find out by reading more!

Definition: (H/c)=Hair color, (B/t)=Body Type, (E/c)=Eye color, (S/c)=Skin color, (N/n)=Nickname, (F/f)=Favorite Food, (Y/n)=Your name, (L/n)=Last name.

A/n: I don’t really know where I am going with this but I think it might end up being a whole series.... I tend to write a lot when I get wrapped up in my stories, let me know what y’all think?

(Y/n) yawned slightly as she curled up under the warm blankets thrown across her bed with the latest episode of Sherlock playing on the screen across the room, she had already seen it twice but it never hurt to watch the antics of her favorite characters again. With an Eidetic memory she never forgot anything but she reasoned that seeing it again was better than running through it in her head which always seemed lifeless and bland when it came to something she had watched on the television, (Y/n) drifted off to sleep to the sound of Sherlock telling John how his simple mind must be quaint. (Y/n) woke up to the sound of her alarm clock beeping insistently reminding her that she had to work, she walked to the closet pulling out her freshly washed and ironed uniform, her gun belt hung on a hook on the wall of her closet, the matching gun locked in the top drawer of her dresser where she kept it and the items for gun care. Dressed and ready for first shift of the morning (Y/n) ran down the first of several flights of stairs that lead to the door out to the parking lot of the apartment, halfway down the second flight of stairs (Y/n) tripped on what she assumed was one of her neighbor kids toys laying on the edge just waiting to kill someone.... unfortunately it happened to be her today.

“Oh fuck me!” She gasped pitching forward with a screech, her eyes flashed before her eyes as she was launched into the air, she saw the holidays with her family, her graduation from the Police Academy, her first day as an officer and finally her first arrest....

(Y/n) closed her eyes as she approached the ground, everything went white just before she hit the floor with enough force to knock the air out of her lungs, her head hit the ground hard enough to send pain running from the front of her skull down her spine to her toes, opening her eyes she frowned as everything spun out of control into a vomit inducing whirling vortex of indiscernible color and vague shapes although she could tell two figures had run up to her the moment she had hit the floor seeming to have been standing not too far from where she had landed in the stairwell, none too soon she fainted, her head falling back to the floor with a soft thud.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sherlocks POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sherlock had been standing in the kitchen arguing with John about his experiments all over the table once again, it seemed they had this argument every day.... it wasn’t as if Sherlock was just going to move it because he was asked to, when a young woman out of nowhere slammed into the floor of two two one B her head bouncing off the floor with a sickening crack. John was the first one to jump into action running to the woman’s side and kneeling down as she seemed to stare at them dazedly seeing but not seeing them at the same time, she fainted her head hitting the floor again roughly, long (h/c) hair pulled back into a high ponytail fanning around her head as blood pooled staining it deep red.

“Sherlock, run get my bag, I need to check for broken bones and concussion... hurry.” John instructed going into battle field Doctor mode sending a very confused Sherlock darting down the hall for the Doctor’s bag.

“Can you hear me? Wake up for me now.” John patted the woman’s cheek gently before Sherlock arrived with his bag, John took out a little pen light opening first the left then right eyelid shining the light to get a pupil response, he took note that her pupils were slow to react meaning she was having problems taking in light and seeing straight.

“Fucking hell, get that shit out of my face I think I am gonna....” The young woman didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as she vomited on John’s shoes with enough force that her whole body shook with each heave, Sherlock observed the woman from the entrance to the kitchen.

The woman was dressed in a uniform, deep black with two breast pockets, a brass badge pinned over her left breast and a name tag over the right reading: ‘Officer (L/n)’. A gun belt strapped to her waist held a standard american police issue Glock twenty two, a taser, a baton, two extra clip pouches and a radio which remained silent as she curled in on herself as John asked her questions to which she only seemed to grunt at with an either positive or negative vocal tone. He took note that the woman tried to sit up multiple times only to groan slightly and press the palms of her hands to her eyes laying back down gently and rolling to her back breathing in and out evenly as John did a medical check up on her, she seemed confused and relatively calm considering she had fallen out of nowhere and into their living room.

“I need to call the Chief... Tell him I am going to be late, do you have a cell phone?” She asked holding her hand out weakly, Sherlock watched as the hand she held out wavered a little falling then rising again before it reached the floor, when John’s phone plopped into her hand she groaned looking at the screen and tapping in a number before putting it to her ear nearly dropping the small flip phone as a shrill tone told her the number was invalid.

“Please call six oh five, eight three nine, forty one thirty six.” She murmured holding out the phone to Sherlock while John checked to make sure she hadn’t fractured her skull during her fall, Sherlock dialed the number grudgingly getting the same tone and shaking his head slightly handing the phone to John.

“Do you know where you are? Can you tell me the adress?” John asked helping the woman to sit up slowly, while John checked her pulse and her eyes once again he nodded slowly, her heart rate was steady and strong and her pupils seemed to be reacting better to light though she wobbled slightly as John moved his hands from her shoulders concluding she had a concussion.

“Uhm, One twenty nine, fifth avenue Manhattan.... Look just give me some pain killers or something and let me get going, I have to get to work or the Chief will have my hide.” She muttered moving to stand and nearly falling only to have Sherlock catch her dragging her unceremoniously to sit in his chair so John could check the still bleeding wound to the back of her head.

“I’m sorry but you aren’t in Manhattan, you are in London.” John stated as he dabbed at the wound with an antiseptic swab causing the woman to wince slightly making a little noise in the back of her throat Sherlock could have swore was a colorful cuss, Sherlock perched in Johns chair with his hands steepled under his chin as he stared at the woman.

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(Y/n) groaned softly as she held the ice pack to the back of her head where a lump the size of a large chicken egg was still swelling, the two men who had tended to her spoke heatedly in what she could only describe as the kitchen despite the fact that there were a large number of beakers and vials scattered over the table... she thought maybe she saw a microwave... maybe. The bandage wrapped around her head itched making her irritable as it kept sliding down over her eye and coming loose, she tried to wrap her mind around what happened, first she was falling down the stairs and the next she was bleeding on the floor of a flat in London with none other than THE SHERLOCK HOLMES and JOHN FREAKING WATSON! As soon as the room had stopped spinning and she was able to see faces she fainted.... This was impossible, absolutely impossible, maybe she had fallen into a coma or something. That had to be it, she hit her head so hard she fell into a Coma and this is what her mind pulled up to keep itself occupied while she was inactive. (Y/n) felt as if she was going crazy, she was stuck in a television show she binge watched on weekends or when she didn’t have to work, Sherlock freaking Holmes was looking across the room at her once in awhile while he spoke with John probably about what they were going to do with her. Rising from where she sat, (Y/n) stumbled slightly walking towards the two men, letting out a little sigh as she sat at the table careful not to touch anything as the men turned to look at her.

“Y’all are going to think I am crazy... You are both from a television show... its called Sherlock and I am stuck in it, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Mycroft Holmes, your sister Eurus, Redbeard.... it’s all a show.” (Y/n) watched as both men raised their eyebrows at her tilting their heads seeming to debate between themselves without actual words as to whether or not she was completely crazy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/n) what did you do with that vial of saliva?” Sherlock asked as he walked up behind her as she stood in front of the stove preparing breakfast, the first month or so being here was a royal pain in the neck, between the men fighting in the morning and having to practically force Sherlock to eat, she was sure she was going to have to hide two bodies but as she handed out plates of pancakes and sausage she came to realize that she loved dealing with the two men. She poured their tea and made them sit and eat with her, which they didn’t complain about too much except when there was a case of course then Sherlock threw a fit to rival a candyless child.

“I think I put it back into the microwave, Sniffer.” (Y/n) shrugged as she took her seat at the table, she had gone and got an extra table having gotten rid of the nasty looking couch against the wall by the door then placing all of the experiment stuff on that table which replaced the couch giving Sherlock his own space to experiment to his little heart’s content except he kept using the Kitchen appliances to create the proper conditions.

“Have you reported to Mycroft yet?” John asked, referring to the deal you had made to spy for Mycroft and get paid a large sum of money. You of course told the guys and they laughed as you sent your first report, a lie of course but funny none the less, about Sherlock dissecting a six foot Mako shark in the living room. You left out any real details as only lies had alot of detail which was why it made them so hard to keep up with..... not long after the report was sent Sherlock got a text reading. ‘Really brother? A shark?’ which sent the trio into a fit of giggles and her phone chimed letting her know that eight thousand pounds had been sent into her account for the month.... she was paid quite handsomely for her lies.

“No, not yet. I have run out of fun lies to tell as of right now and I still haven’t spent the rest of what he paid me last time.” (Y/n) Shrugged a little as she ate, watching as Sherlock picked at his food occasionally looking up at her to see if she was paying attention to him not eating. A corner of toast flew across the table hitting him in the middle of his forehead making him flinch a little and glare in amusement at her, she smirked letting him know she did in fact notice him not eating again.

“Won’t eat unless scolded, head in fridge, saliva in microwave, he’s bored.” She texted Mycroft deciding that it would be best to be honest for now since she couldn’t come up with another fun lie, Sherlock’s phone dinged probably reading something along the lines of ‘eat or I will tell mum.’ followed by her own letting her know she got paid again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Sherlock’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a rather stressful day for the great consulting detective of two two one b, he had been all over the city chasing a serial killer who liked to pray on children.... (Y/n) had decided to bow out of this one as it hit a little too close to home for her... she wanted children one day after all and she couldn’t bare the thought of seeing their little bodies as she had told him when he asked her why not. He had shrugged her off and dragged John out the door whisking him off on a case, that night however was a different story for the Sociopathic Detective, he wanted attention and everyone was asleep already. Making his way to (Y/n)’s room he pushed open the door she left unlocked in case they needed her and made his way to her bed where he sprawled out beside her wrapping her in his arms, it happened often enough that (Y/n) simply murmured in her sleep and rolled so her back was against his chest.... the first time she had shoved him out of her bed onto the floor cussing him out with cuss words he had never heard before, she had escorted him roughly out of her room before slamming the door. She eventually gave up and accepted his strange need to cuddle when stressed out, when she woke up in the morning she would shake her head as usual and go make breakfast, except she didn’t Sherlock had felt her shift as she awoke and purposefully tightened his hold on her waist keeping her against his chest as he wasn’t ready to let her go yet. (Y/n) messed with his head, quickly taking over his mind Palace with her presence and usually when he said something she would have found mean, her voice rang in his head telling him just what she thought of that specific comment.

“Stay...” he groaned as the tried to wriggle out from under his arm, she turned and sighed likely deciding she could sleep longer as she pressed herself against his chest once again only her head rested in the crook of his neck as she drifted back asleep... Sherlock was for once completely content.

#SherlockXReader #SherlockHolmes #JohnWatson #MycroftHolmes #BakerStreet #221B

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writerinthedarkabyss · 7 years

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do all the 100 qs you posted... please

Sure, why not?

SO I’M TAGGING ALL OF YOU PEOPLE. IF I MISSED ANYONE, FEEL FREE TO DO IT ANYWAYS. @racheltuckerrr @mgsawyer @villainousunsub @catherinegrant @villainousunsub @uniquelykaydt @lost-your-memory

1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?

Not yet but I’m starting to become hopeful which is never a good thing.

2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgivethem?

Yes, it’s all water under the bridge now.

3: What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

My kittens

4: What’s something you really want right now?

A Kitkat

5: Are you afraid of falling in love?

No, not really. I just never look forward to went it ultimately ends in heartbreak.

6: Do you like the beach?

I love the beach but there are none where I live. At least not real beaches.

7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?

Well yeah, I sometimes fall asleep during movie night with my parents

8: What’s the background on your cell?

A picture of my two best friends and I during New Years

9: Name the last four beds you were sat on?

Mine, my mom’s, my best friend and my brother’s

10: Do you like your phone?

Yeah but I liked my last one better.

11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?

Not at all and I’m trying to not think about it.

12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added toyour contacts?

Study buddy from my Spanish class.

13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?

Rottweiler, no question.

14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?

Emotional pain. At least I know when physical pain will end and why it happened. Emotional pain is just too much for me.

15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?

Art muesum all the way. (I’m actually going to an exhibit next weekend with a good friend)

16: Are you tired?

WHEN AM I NOT TIRED

17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?

Since 7th grade (we were 12 years old)

18: Are they a relative?

Nope just a friend that I don’t really talk to anymore

19: Would you ever consider getting back together with anyof your exes?

Yes, but only one of them.

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared akiss with?

Right after our last kiss, four months ago.

21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marrythem today?

No only because I think that marriage should be something celebrated and not rushed.

22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

NO NOPITY NOPE

23: How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

None

24: Is there a certain quote you live by?

“We are who we pretend to be. So we must be careful what we pretend to be.” - Kurt Vonnegut

25: What’s on your mind?

Homework, a Supercat story I need to finish and the fact that I might have just royally fucked up my life.

26: Do you have any tattoos?

Yes, I have one on my shoulder. I’m planning on getting another one with my best friends soon.

27: What is your favorite color?

Royal purple or royal blue.

28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?

First I have to get the nerve to ask him out on a date.

29: Who are you texting?

My best friend and my dad

30: Think to the last person you kissed, have you everkissed them on a couch?

Yep, our first kiss was on his couch.

31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going tohappen and you were right?

ALL OF THE FUCKING TIME.

32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talkto?

I think so.

33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

Romantic feelings nope, sexual/lusty feelings then yes.

34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Yeah, that’s the most common one.

35: Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone rightin front of you?

GOOD. Maybe then he would finally move on.

36: Were you single on Valentines Day?

Yep, same as every other year.

37: Are you friends with the last person you kissed?

NO AND I WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS WITH HIM. EVER.

38: What do your friends call you?

Cat, Catherine, Kitty, Freak

39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?

Yeah, a couple of people have.

40: Have you ever cried over a text?

Yes. I can’t help the fact that I’m a very emotional person.

41: Where’s your last bruise located?

Uhm, which one? I have several. I’m such a klutz that I wake up with bruises.

42: What is it from?

I think it’s the one on my hipbone and it’s from banging into the counter.

43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere reallybad?

Last week, I really needed to get away from everyone and everything.

44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

One of my best friends because it’s her birthday today.

45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

No, not that I’m aware of/

46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?

I try to, my mother makes me take them off in the end.

47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?

Nope. I enjoy my long hair too much to ever consider it.

48: Do you make supper for your family?

Sometimes, although I prefer making breakfast.

49: Does your bedroom have a door?

Yes?

50: Top 3 web-pages?

AO3 Tumblr and Youtube (and 8tracks)

51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?

Quite a few people actually

52: Does anything on your body hurt?

Well lets see. My knee is still sprained. My lungs still hurt and I think I have a cavity because I have a toothache. So yes.

53: Are goodbyes hard for you?

If I’m pretty much forever parting ways with them then yeah. Otherwise not so much.

54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?

Haha I hate this questionaire. It was wine a couple of hours ago.

55: How is your hair?

Always greasy and brittle. No I actually like it now.

56: What do you usually do first in the morning?

Cry because I have to get up. No, I check my phone.

57: Do you think two people can last forever?

I’s like to think that’s a possibility. I really hope so.

58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?

I was like 9. So… yeah.

59: Green or purple grapes?

PURPLE!!!

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?

Probs in a couple of days when I have dinner with a friend that I haven’t seen in so long.

61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?

Yeah, somewhere warm like a tropical island.

62: When will be the next time you text someone?

Uhm, probably right after this questionnaire.

63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?

Still her, in my bed. But sleeping.

64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.

Still here in my bed. But actually sleeping.

65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?

Unfortunately yes. Wow I really make bad relationship decisions.

66: Is there one person in your life that can always makeyou smile?

Yeah, there’s a couple of people like that for me.

67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?

Nope

68: What was your last thought before you went to bed lastnight?

A thought that I can’t say for PG reasons.

69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gottendisappointed in the end?

All the time.

70: How many windows are open on your computer?

Four

71: How many fingers do you have?

8 because your thumbs aren’t fingers. You sneaky little shit

72: What is your ringtone?

A Fall Out Boy song.

73: How old will you be in 5 months?

Just turning 19

74: Where is your Mum right now?

Downstairs in her bed, sleeping.

75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in lovewith or almost in love?

Because we realized that we were better off as friends.

76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past threedays?

No, I don’t think so.

77: Are you friends with the people you were friends withtwo years ago?

My best friends are still my best friends. So yeah.

78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?

OH MY GOD WHY AM I LIKE THIS?? But yeah.

79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?

Yes, a few people actually.

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?

Yes.

81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?

Two? I think

82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3days?

Yes

83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

I’m still deciding if I should try to start talking to them again.

84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of yourcar window, you’re with?

My two best friends who are even drunker than me because they’re such lightweights.

85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?

He was that’s the problem. Seriously though like why do I do this to myself?

86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last timeyou went to see a movie?

It was just a great date with my boyfriend at the time.

87: Who was your last received call from?

My moma

88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over acandle, would you?

NO!!

89: What is something you wish you had more of?

Sleep, money, patience, book smarts. The list is eternal.

90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?

One of my many faults.

91: Do you sleep with your window open?

Only in the summer.

92: Do you get along with girls?

Yes??

93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to knowthe truth?

Yep and it’s not going to be good when I tell her the truth

94: Does sex mean love?

No, not by a long shot.

95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed,is that a problem?

YES! OH MY GOD. YES!!

96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?

Nope

97: Did you sleep alone this week?

Yes

98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?

A few things actually.

99: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Yeah, I do.

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promised?

I can’t remember??

#catt rambles #Catt answers qs #tagged #personal

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