#there's even some bickering moments missing it's quite insane

[fufukunaga]

sakuatsu | omegaverse, omega!atsu alpha!omi

Ever since joining the Jackals, Kiyoomi has been losing his shirt left and right. 

One moment he leaves it on the bench behind him and the next, it's gone. 

Even his jackets keep missing and jackets are expensive nowadays.

It's actually starting to drive him insane. Where could they be? Is there a serial clothes stealer amongst his teammates?

Kiyoomi's never been one to misplace his things. He's terribly organized to a fault. That's why he knows it's not his fault for losing his stuff.

His teammates merely shrug when asked if they've seen his clothes or who has taken them.

If this was some sort of team initiation prank, he's so not amused.

But after months of this, Kiyoomi stops to think of it as such. He still can't figure out what happens to his lost clothes. He likes to imagine a fictitious entity just likes to collect things which just so happens to include Kiyoomi's sweat-soaked shirts.

It isn't until his first away game that he comes face to face with the culprit.

They were staying at a hotel in Tokyo the night before their match with the Falcons when Meian had asked Kiyoomi to check on Atsumu.

He hands Kiyoomi a box of suppressors. "I think his heat is starting soon. So better give this to him so he can play with us tomorrow, yeah?"

Kiyoomi looks confused. "I didn't know Miya was an omega."

Meian nods as if he understood. "It's not something Atsumu likes to broadcast but yer a part of the pack now, Sakusa. And we take care of our own, okay?" He puts a reassuring hand on Kiyoomi's shoulder.

Kiyoomi nods and makes his way to Atsumu's room. He knocks on the door.

"Shoyo, I told ya I'm fine," Atsumu's voice echo from the inside. Kiyoomi hears approaching footsteps before the door is swung wide open to reveal Atsumu in one of Kiyoomi's missing shirts.

"Ya don't hafta—" Atsumu's words die down in his throat as he finally registers who his actual visitor is.

Kiyoomi frowns. "Is that my shirt?"

"Omi-kun—"

Before Atsumu can explain, Kiyoomi barges into his room to see the bed nearest the window with piles and piles of Kiyoomi's missing clothes messily placed around the mattress.

"What the fuck, Miya?"

"It's not what it looks like," Atsumu tries to defend, which only makes Kiyoomi more furious than he already is.

"Oh, you mean you haven't been stealing my clothes all this time?"

Atsumu flinches at Kiyoomi's voice. "I mean, yeah. But it's not what ya think!"

Kiyoomi glares at Atsumu. "Then what should I be thinking, Miya?" His eyes flits down to the shirt Atsumu is wearing and points. "That's my favorite shirt! I've been looking for that for ages!"

More than anger, Kiyoomi feels particularly betrayed. Despite their differences and their constant bickering on and off court, Kiyoomi considers Atsumu to be his closest friend on the team.

He distinctly remembers asking Atsumu about the shirts and Atsumu feigning innocence.

"I'm sorry, Omi-kun," Atsumu says, looking genuinely ashamed. "It's just—" He trails off, looking down at his feet and fumbling nervously with his fingers.

"Just what, Miya?" Kiyoomi prompts.

"It's just— I like ya," Atsumu blurts out, ears tinged pink.

Kiyoomi's eyes widen in shock. This was not what he expected Atsumu would say.

Atsumu backtracks. "I-I mean, I like yer scent! At first I took a few clothes just to integrate yer smell into the nest I already have from the team but yers is the one I felt the safest.

So I couldn't stop myself. I had to rebuild my entire nest from scratch with just yer clothes and I know stealing is bad but I didn't know how you'd react to knowing I'm an omega and—"

Kiyoomi's brain short circuits. Right. He'd just learned recently that Atsumu was an omega.

He hadn't had a lot of experience interacting with omegas before being born in an alpha-dominated family. He knew they existed, he just didn't know that they stole clothes. (Quite a lot of them, in fact)

But it would explain the gravitational pull he felt towards Atsumu.

Atsumu said Kiyoomi's scent felt safe and Kiyoomi can't help but feel the same. It's why despite his atrocious personality, Kiyoomi was still drawn to the setter.

"You could've just asked," Kiyoomi interrupts Atsumu's spiel. "I— I would've given you a few shirts.

"Not that much, obviously," Kiyoomi continues, gesturing at the pile on the bed. "And definitely not my favorite shirt. But I would've given you some if you had asked."

Atsumu's jaw hangs open, probably not expecting Kiyoomi's sudden calm reaction.

He blinks a few times as if he's rebooting his brain. And suddenly he frowns. "If ya think yer getting yer clothes back, yer wrong. These are mine now." He growls a little in threat.

"That's okay," Kiyoomi relents as he closes the distance between him and the omega.

"But I'm gonna need something in return."

Atsumu raises a cautious eyebrow at him. "What do ya want?"

Kiyoomi's eyes turn dark, tension filling the room. He reaches for Atsumu's waist, rubbing his thumb around the small area of skin. Atsumu purrs involuntarily. "You," he says.

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #bre's thread fics

[razieltwelve]

Retirement (Final Rose x Pokemon)

Lightning looked over at her children and her wife. A smile crossed her lips, but it slowly faded as another message came in. They needed someone to mediate again. Although there hadn't been a war in quite some time, there was still moments of tension between different regions.

As the World Champion, it fell to her to prevent things from getting out of hand when the Regional Champions either proved unwilling or unable to calm tensions between different regions. And next week she had another challenger, not to mention the exhibition matches she had to take part in and the various conferences and events that needed her presence.

"Do I still want to be champion?" Lightning murmured quietly.

Becoming World Champion had always been her dream. And she'd achieved it at a younger age than anyone else. There was not a single person in the world who doubted the strength of her and her Pokemon. She was the best, like no one had ever been. A career punctuated with nothing but victory. She didn't have a single defeat to her name.

And she'd done well, right? As the champion, anyway.

During her reign conflict was at an all-time low. The few occasions where war had broken out had occurred early on in her reign when people had thought they could get away with it due to her youth. She had personally crushed the leaders of those conflicts. Now, nobody dared to raise arms against anyone else. Oh, sure, she still had to go around to stamp out the bickering and the tension before it could potentially flare up, but her reign had ushered in an era of peace.

There were many young people now who had never known anything but peace in the world - and who had never known anyone else as the champion.

She and Fang had even put off having kids because of how busy Lightning had been and of how committed to living up to her duties she was. She and Fang had married at twenty-one, but Lightning had been thirty-five when she'd finally had Averia. Now, she was forty. She'd been champion for more than twenty years.

Averia would probably start her journey when she was ten. That was five years away. Where had the time gone? And could Lightning really bear it if she didn't spend those years between then and now with her daughter? What was the point of being World Champion if she saved the world but left her family behind? And what about Diana? She'd missed out on some precious moments of Averia's childhood, and she'd promised to do better. But here she was, still champion, and still with so many things to do.

"Lucario," Lightning whispered. "Do you think I should quit?"

Her starter, her most faithful and trustworthy Pokemon, the Pokemon who had helped her grow every bit as much as she'd helped him grow, looked at her. His gaze was even, and he didn't say a word. Instead, he simply put his hand over hers.

He knew, the way he always did, what was in her heart.

"Yeah." Lightning nodded slowly. "I think I should."

Lightning tendered her resignation later that night, and the world went insane.

She didn't care. She woke up next to Fang with Diana chewing on her hair, and Averia doing her best impression of a Snorlax on top of her. She felt better than she had in years.

X X X

Historical Note

The resignation of Lightning Farron as World Champion ushered in a period of restlessness. For more than two decades, Lightning's overwhelming power had presented both an unbreakable shield and an unstoppable sword. Conflict was crushed. Negotiations and agreements were enforced. Everyone was protected. A world that had been mired in strife was dragged kicking and screaming into an age of peace.

For many young people, it was a fundamental change. For as long as they'd been alive, they had been reassured that no matter what happened, everything would be okay. The Champion would make it okay. Lightning's resignation prompted a combination of shock, grief, terror, and anxiety.

People were concerned about old conflicts flaring up, about criminals and other miscreants seizing the opportunity to regain their power. There were even fears that inter-regional warfare might break out again.

Thanks to the efforts of the hastily appointed Interim Champion and the subsequent World Champions, order was maintained, and the age of peace and prosperity that Lightning had ushered in continued. Nevertheless, the announcement that her daughter, Averia Yun-Farron would begin her journey was met with great anticipation.

#pokemon #final rose #fanfiction #lightning farron

[darkphoenix07]

Your playboy best friend who likes you secretly

Masterlist

Paring : Jung Wooyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst

Song to listen : Here Always (Seungmin)

A summer afternoon

Outing with Wooyoung is the best but tolerating his annoying ass is on another level. You are slurping the watermelon juice from the watermelon piece in your hand, bitting it, sucking it in your mouth closing your eyes feeling the coldness of its because you are feeling too hot right now that even your palm is burning. You're too focused on the watermelon that you've forgotten about your best friend sitting in front of you for 10 minutes in silence,( that is his longest silence though) not screaming at you while wanting your attention, neither laughing out talking about how stupid you look, you cheeks full of watermelon juice. He is just silently staring at you, thinking nothing but about you.

But his silence was too much to take so you finally pay heed to him, "Are you alright, twit? You look like you are about to kill someone, why so serious?" You ask him again giving your watermelon a bite.

"I broke up with Alley," he says, his voice quite, soft but seems raspy for some reason. You look at his eyes trying to read his experience as you always do not understanding why is he sad about leaving his 53th girlfriend.

"Did you fall for her actually that your face looks this much fucked breaking up with her? Or did she hurt you?" You ask him being protective and hypocrite. It's not you do like him being a jerk with girls but if anyone would hurt your best friend, you are ready to drown her at that moment. So, you wanted to get where he was hurt.

"I liked her for real," he says crossing his hands. You knew it, he fucking liked that girl who bullied you with her friends in uni twice. He didn't know, neither you wanted to tell him. But what hurt more was, you were fucking insane for him, not only as a best friend but more. "Did she dump you?" You ask him, clenching your hand on the watermelon, swear to God if it had life, it would die by now.

"No, I did. I was..." He sighs dropping his forehead on the table, "with her yesterday night and she fucked up so bad that I ended up dumping her. God, I wanted to break her so bad but I thought I would have killed her."

"Why the fuck are you talking like a jerk? Why would you want to break h-" you drop the watermelon when he suddenly grabs your hands, "Why didn't you tell me she hit you? Almost killed you."

You were so surprised that you stop breathing by his sudden rage. God, he was never like this, what's wrong with him?

Maybe once, he was furious because of you. Some boy was saying nasty things to you which he heard from a little far and ended up punching him so hard that the boy was in hospital for a week. Wooyoung was always so protective, possessive, maybe that's why you end up losing in his words whenever he wanted you to listen to him. Either it was about his girlfriends, his shitty drunk stories, his unwanted motivations.

When you would have sleepover in his house, he would cuddle with you like you are a guy, called you his brother introducing you to his friends. It hurt you sometimes how he never realized how much love you have for him, how much you wanted him to look at you as a woman, his woman. You never even tried telling him because you didn't wanna lose someone like him from your life. You didn't wanna cry missing his bickering, his hugs, sudden cheek kisses, fake crying, punches in your stomach, pushing you in the pool in winter, driving too fast to make you afraid, sudden screaming watching movie, throwing pop corns at you. No it would feel unfair, life would feel like a burden without these.

"Y/n, answer me!" He asks you again tightening the grip. After how long he has called you by your name? How many years? Why is he behaving unlike himself, it has started to ache your heart.

"I'm sorry," this is all you could say to him and his eyes were filled with tears, "You are such an idiot, y/n. Such a fucking idiot," he says getting up, forgetting his cap on the table. You get up following him, "Woo, wait. Twit! Wait, oi," you keep calling him, "Wooyoung!" But he is walking to fast to avoid you, trying to hide his tears. And when a car passes by in front of you, you lost him in the crowd. You keep looking for him here and there, but couldn't find him because he was hiding himself intensionally from you, crying hiding behind the parked cars, whimpering in pain.

He remembered those weeks you avoided him, left for a trip alone so that he wouldn't see your injuries from the bullied time and interrogate you. You knew his devastated he would become, how much negative energy it will suppress him, so you just stayed away. But which is making him mad is how he couldn't understand those days about your sufferings. He is hurt his you lied on his face to protect him where he wanted to protect you from everything. Only could bother you, only it was fare when he would bully you childishly, make you laugh, see your red face in embarrassment. But this? How could someone else touch you like that when you are his best friend, more appropriately his everything.

He never understood why he didn't like other man dating you, hugging you, taking care of you. Neither he realized why his heart fluttered so fast whenever you would cuddle with him, hug him, stare at him. Most importantly, he didn't realize now how much you've loved him until....

"Why do I feel like y/n has a secret love? Have you noticed her Instagram stories? She looks like she is in love. Man, I'm hyper for not knowing about it," Wooyoung says pouting because he thought you told him everything but there was something you were hiding that he didn't know. "Are you an idiot or something, Wooyoung?" Yunho asks him sipping his Americano. Wooyoung blinks his eyes twice, "Why? Is she your girlfriend?" Wooyoung asks being so excited which makes Yunho hit his hand, "You are such an asshole, she was right. She loves you, damn it. Are you blind or something?" "I know she loves me, you are j-" he stops realizing what Yunho meant,his eyes get bigger, "No way," he says but his minds get carried away in thoughts about you. You protective self, that one time you were drunk, cryingand told Wooyoung to break up with his 27th girlfriend, your making diy gifts for him on every occasion, choosing his clothes, staring at him for a long time. Did you really do all these because you are in love with him?

That made him think a lot and maybe that's why it hurt more when Alley was shit talking about you.

"Why don't you leave that low class bitch? You're so much better than her," Alley says while she is underneath Wooyoung. Wooyoung's mood changes in a second hearing her, "What do you mean? Whom are you talking about?" "Y/n, she is so poor and always cries. God, she annoyed me so much that I had to show her where she belongs but you are so naive, you know? You sh-" Alley gets cut off when Wooyoung sits back leaving her, "What did you do to her?" He asks trying to control his rage so that Alley doesn't lie. "Nothing much, why do you need to worry? You should do wh-" "Leave," That's it, he can't tolerate her anymore. "What?" Alley asks sitting up, not understanding what he meant. "I said, leave my house and never come back. I don't wanna see your filthy face. If I see, I swear I will kill you," his face was too scary for Alley to tolerate that she takes her things and runs away from the house leaving Wooyoung frustrated. Later he got to know from your classmates how Alley hurt you. And haven't been able to feel ease in his heart till now.

Maybe it is a little late for him to understand how much he loves you, has loved you always but now he feels a like a hypocrite for loving you. What if he is feeling like this because he got to know about your love for him. Isn't it too selfish of him to ask love from you when you only loved him, but he was being ignorant. He didn't want to use you, maybe he won't be able to treat you right, he doesn't even deserve someone like you who understands him so well. Why is it so hard? Being with you?

And when the sun sets, he finally sneaks in your house at midnight to see you in secret when you're asleep. Maybe this is his most favorite thing to do with you, gazing at you when you are the most vulnerable, innocent, sweet. But you look most beautiful when you smile, your giggle that brings tears in your eyes. Oh damn, those lips having strawberry lipstick. Why didn't he ever care about all these feelings? Why?

Seeing you sleeping in the same position again cuddling with your pillow while the moonlight is covering your face, what a lovely view for him to watch. He sits in front of you coming from the window, stares at the picture you've with him beside your bed, him kicking you while you've a smile on your face. Two weirdo best friends in one frame.

He smiles remembering about the time when this picture was clicked by his mother. She adores you two but only he didn't care about all of the things.

"Why are you crying?" You sudden question takes him by surprise. He didn't even realize he was crying and falls on the ground not being able to balance. He is too stunned to speak right now while you look at him being so awake because you were just pretending to be asleep.

You sit on your bed, "What, twit? Why a-" but he suddenly gets up hugging you. His hug feels so longed to you, so warm in your chest that it makes you calm like always. But this hug feels a little different from the other times, maybe because he is crying, or you are worried about him, "What happened, Woo? Why are you crying? This is so unlike you, you're making me worried."

"STOP WORRYING ABOUT ME, BITCH," he scolds you tightening the hug, "Stop caring about me or I won't be able to stop feeling like this for you."

Feeling like what? For me? Why? So many questions in your head overwhelms you.

He releases the hug and presses his forehead with yours, "I want to be with you forever and always from now. Please don't leave me anymore, please y/n. This is the most selfish thing I've ever told you but...but I-I love you, y/n. I love you so much that it hurts knowing how hurt you were but still so considerate. But fuck your consideration, don't you ever leave my sight again. I can't, I can't n-" a sudden press on his lips is enough to tell him how much love you've for him, how you have waited for this day, dreamt about a day like this.

And you have understood how you were always his favorite poem to read no matter how many he saw, you were always his everything. His to care, his to hug, his to protect, his to love.

Didn't revise it so forgive my mistakes

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[wenellyb]

I don't know how to explain this but TFATWS reads a lot like “yes Sam and Bucky are romantically involved but this is not a romance so we won't delve into their relationship”.

If you think about it, in Marvel movies, the romance is not at the center of the plot. Even in solo movies, there is usually just one kiss, never more. And it the Avengers, there are usually no kissed between the couples. 

I'm trying to stay away my shipper googles but even then, some scenes don't make sense to me. I love watching movies and TV shows and one thing I like is that dialogues are not put there randomly, the script has a meaning, the words have a meaning, and the scenes they decide to keep have a meaning.

And for some of the Sambucky scenes in TFATWS,  I’m struggling to find any other meaning than “Sam and Bucky had feelings for eachother at some point”.

You can argue that jokes about the 2 partners being more than just friends is a recurring joke in a lot of buddy cop movies, but in those movies, it is usually a joke, just for laughs. The only scenes that would fall into that category in the FATWS are the rolling in the flower field scene and the therapy lesson scene where Sam and Bucky get so close that there legs are intertwined. 

All the other scenes are so emotionally heavy it's difficult to categorize them as only fanservice, or two guys being friends. I'm not saying they aren't any emotional scenes in buddy cop movies, but usually the emotional scenes don't go as deep as what we've seen  in the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. 

I tried to look at all their scenes together and split them into different categories, and I stilll end up with some scenes that point to a relationship that goes beyond friendship between Sam and Bucky:

Scenes that fall into the fanservice category and there just for laughs:

The bickering about wizards and sorcerers in episode 2

The rolling in the flower field scene and the beginning of the therapy scene.

Sam asking Bucky to do something when the Dora Milaje are attacking John Walker in episode 4

Scenes that can be seen as purely friendship:

In episode 2:

 Bucky deciding to follow Sam because I quote  "he doesn't trust Redwing". What is that even supposed to mean? ... He probably meant I don't trust Redwing to protect Sam like he would.

Bucky standing up from the stack where he was sitting on, to go sit next to Sam when they were on the flight back from their mission. 

Sam waiting for Bucky in the police station, even though they try to act as if they're not friends

Sam agreeing to go see Zemo with little to no protest

In episode 3:

Sam making sure Bucky is alright and asking him if he's ok

Sam touching Bucky's metal arm when he’s pretending to be the Winter Soldier

In episode 4:

Bucky saying "I'm going with you" when Sam says Karli wants to meet with him alone.

In episode 5:

The shield practice scene when they have a heart-to-heart talk in episode 5 about what the shield meant for Bucky and Bucky finally apologizing for the way he treated Sam and explaining how as a White man he couldn't possibly know what it would mean for Sam to be Captain America

Sam asking if Bucky is ready for some tough love.

Scenes that make no sense if we see their relations as just friendship:

In episode 2: 

The therapist said she heard a lot about Sam, she wants Sam to stay for the therapy for I don't know what reason, she makes them do a couple exercise, and says it explicitly.

Why would the therapist say she heard a lot about about Sam, that she want to do a couples exercise with them? Those scenes alone are alright, but when you take them together it's quite interesting. 

The couples therapy trope has been used in a lot of Buddy cop movies or TV shows, but usually they don't delve into sensitive topics like they did in TFATWS, the scene was so emotional for a few seconds, I forgot it was a Marvel show.

In episode 3:

When Bucky tells Sam he helped Zemo escape, Sam was furious, and couldn't stop yelling at Bucky about how insane his plan was, and Sam was right. But the moment Bucky looks him in the eyes and basically says, "please do it for me", Sam agrees right away... Excuse me what??? How does this make sense?                                                                              

If my friends ask me to work with an international criminal who just escaped from prison, I wouldn't just stop arguing with them just because they looked at me with puppy eyes. I would continue to yell at them until the end of the mission. Sam was like, “ok, ok, I'll do it for you”? I'm sorry but that is not friendship only, it's something else.

In Episode 5:

 Can we talk about Bucky's reaction when Torres arrived in Episode 5?? The annoyed face when Torres walks in and Bucky walking away right after that, without even saying goodbye? Torres is the sweetest soul on earth, how can anybody hate him? Why would Bucky not like him??? This scene make no sense unless they're trying to tell us that Bucky is jealous or something.

Bucky asking a favor to Ayo, when he's not in good terms with the Wakandans. I'm sorry but do you realize how heavy this scene is? Ayo, just told Bucky that he should lay low for a while, and Bucky understands that, but his first thought is "I need to get a gift from Sam" first. Nope nope nope, you can't tell me this is just friendship. Ok, maybe it is, but I don't understand this filming choice. Plotwise, Sam could have asked for a suit or new wings himself.  I'm sure Sam is in very good terms with T'Challa and the Wakandans... What does it mean that Bucky was the one to ask for it as a gift to Sam, when Bucky was in a already in a difficult situation with the Wakandans due to him freeing Zemo.

Bucky touching Sam's waist to ask him to move when he starts helping him with the boat repair. And Bucky coming from behind to do so, giving us a very short but intimate scene.

Their conversation about Bucky staying over for the night: Bucky saying he doesn't want to make things weird with Sam and his family by staying over, and Sam saying how the people in the town are so open-minded. Why would they have that conversation if Sam and Bucky are only friends? Sarah knows about Bucky and his past, she know that he and Sam are friends (sort of), why would a friend staying over make things weird between him and his family? Why would Sam need to say that the people in this town are open-minded?

The video montage of them building the boat the day after. Anyone knows why they would show us that if they were only friends, and with THAT music choice? 

The extra long handshake at the end of their training scene, when they kept holding hands and looking into eachother’s eyes while talking together, and Bucky basically says he'll be there for Sam whenever he needs him.

I’m sorry but it doesn’t seem to me that they are being portrayed as just friends

Usually in buddy cop movies/ TV Shows, there are always joke but in the FATWS, some scenes are so emotional that I feel like I'm missing something. Bucky has this whole passive agressive behavior with Sam and yet he's unable to let Sam go on a mission on his own. One thing I really can't understand is that Bucky always seems know where to find Sam, as if he had been keeping tabs on him. 

So yes, there's definitely chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, due to their friendship but it’s not only that. The writers and director have made the choice to keep some scenes and some dialogues ambiguous.

In some of the scenes we can see that there's more to Bucky and Sam's story than we know.

And they're not the first Marvel couple to have a similar treatment: Wanda and Vision's relationships was very subtle at the beginning, same for Natasha and Bruce, we rarely see them together explicitly but we knew they had a relationship.

It's the same for Sam and Bucky, some of the scenes only make sense if there has been a romantic relationship between Sam and Bucky at some point.

To me it's really like Sam and Bucky are set up as a couple or at least two people who have been romantically involved in the past, but the show won't expand on that because this is a superhero show, not a romance.

In an action movie, you would see some couples, or people who are obviously in a relationship or hints that there is something going on between them, but rarely would you see a kiss, that’s what I feel is happening here.

Last point: if Sam and Bucky had kissed in Episode 5 after their talk, it wouldn't have been out of nowhere and it wouldn't have changed anything to the plot. That's how I know my theory isn't that far-fetched.

I would love to hear your thoughts about some or all of these scenes (especially the Torres one, that one is driving me crazy)  and see what you think about it?

If you see their relationship being portrayed as pure friendship, I would like to know why. And would also love to hear how you guys interpret their other scenes together and if you have some different point of views about the scenes in the show.

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws spoilers #I started this as a draft even before episode 5 aired but after episode 5 I'm even more confused #my posts

[thrndlngs]

three times shinsou misses the opportunity to kiss you + the one time he seized the moment.

── pairing, shinsou x fem!prohero!reader ── request: x times shinsou wants to kiss fem reader??? pLZ I NEED IT ── author’s note: this was super dope & cute to write. tysm for sending this in. i hope i did this justice and it wasn’t to out of character.  also reader has a water quirk & the two of you are in your early twenties.  ♡ 

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     "'toshi,” you whispered, chest against his as the two of you currently hid from the group of villains. your two agencies had partnered up in attempt to take down a new gang of villains who were transporting drugs from the city to the waters, the two of you were partnered because of how the two of you excelled in your respective agencies, shinsou was sent to aid in your patrols of the waters  ──  which is why the two of you are currently hiding in a storage closet on a ship. 

  “shut up.” you don’t take it to heart, you’re sure he means it as nicely as possible - he just lacks a few pages in the ‘vocabulary’ department. 

  “we need to do something.” you tell him, trying your best to meet his gaze in the tight space (which was nearly impossible because he’s towering over you at the moment). he doesn’t reply, not at first at least, if you looked hard enough you would probably see the gears in his head turning. 

  “──stop talking, it’s distracting me.” 

  your mouth quickly shuts, fidgety hands are now at your side, you were starting to get antsy and there was practically little to no room to move around without being heard - or seen for that matter. 

  “they switch the guards every ten minutes, in the middle of the switch, we run.” the purple haired male explained, taking a peak at the time on his cellphone. the two of you had to endure this for three more minutes. just three more minutes and you would be free.

  “three minutes,” you repeated, more to confirm this for yourself. you’re sure you wouldn’t last that long, after all, this was shinsou, the male you’ve had a crush on for quite some time now. how were you expected to last that long?

  “──think of it like seven minutes of heaven.”

  “we haven’t played that since── “

  “yeah, yeah i know, but just think of it like that. don’t think about the closet, just the game.” 

  you nodded quickly, meeting his gaze as the two of you stood there in silence. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about kissing him. it seemed like the perfect moment - it was just the two of you. if it were the last day on earth, you at least wanted to go out with a bang. you know?

  “let me get comfortable, you can do the same after.” you watched as he places either hands besides your head, slouching a bit against the wall so his back could have some sort of support. he nods to you, signaling for you to do the same. 

  it takes you a moment, the position shinsou is currently in causes your heart to skip just a few beats. were you disappointed in yourself for letting your mind drift.. elsewhere during a mission? for sure. did you care right now? absolutely not.

  you cleared your throat, widening your stance and trying to balance the weight in between your legs to help ease some of the weight  ──  but there wasn’t really much you could do.

  “two minutes.” 

   this had to be the longest three minutes of your life.

   “i think i just tasted my own sweat.” he complained. it feels like he’s sweating in places he shouldn’t produce sweat in.

  “i feel like a fish out of water,” you added.

  “──gonna start passing out if i don’t throw you in the water soon?”

  “says the one whose sweating to death.” 

  “and you’re dehydrated. guess we’re both shit out of luck aren’t we?”

  “yeah, but, i think this isn’t the worst way to die.” 

  he takes another peak at his cellphone, noting that there’s a minute left before the two of you could finally get out of this damn storage closet. “you’ve got a minute to tell me anything worse than dying like this.” 

  in hindsight ── there’s a lot that could happen in a minute, that’s the only reason you said something to begin with. “alone, i could die in this closet, alone and then you know, it would be lonely.” 

 “are you serious?” 

  “oh come on! that’s pretty serious!”

  “it ── it really isn’t,” he’s trying to laugh as quietly as possible and you playfully slapped him in his shoulder. 

 “okay, well, i wouldn’t want to die alone.”

  “mhm, scaredy cat.” his smile is infectious and for a moment, he forgets that the two of you are stuck in a storage closet. maybe now would be the perfect time to kiss you, when it’s just the two of you, waiting to make your grand escape, when the two of your are just centimeters apart. 

  “now’s our chance,” he whispered, straightening himself to get out first just in case. he doesn’t want to act off of impulses. if he kisses you, he wants to make sure it’s because you want him too.

ii.

     “good to see you when you’re not acting like a goldfish who just hopped out of it’s bowl.” the familiar voice teased from behind you, hands folded behind his head. if it were anyone else, you might have tripped them.

  “──don’t you have to go buy hair dye now or something?”

  “no that was after i made sure a fisherman didn’t take you on the way home.”

  “is this what do you do on your spare time? think of jokes that revolve around my quirk?”  

  he rolls his shoulder lazily, leaning against the apartment railing across from your front door. “they come naturally, no extra thinking required.”

  “and here i thought all the hair dye went to your brain.”

   this wasn’t out of the norm for the two of you, he would make the first jab and then you would follow suit. sometimes, the bickering could go on for hours�� ──  regardless of task at hand (like the time the two of you were trying to detain a villain and shinsou had told the woman you were a water sprite), it’s an old nickname of yours, he had given it to you back at the sports festival when you were kids. you had earned it when you had almost drown mineta because he wouldn’t stop making inappropriate jokes and you had brought the entire water fountain down on him. 

  as the two of you stood there in silence, you, had your back against your door, hands folded behind you while he stood parallel, arms against his chest he wonders: is this the time he kisses you goodnight? 

  “d’ya want to come inside? i have leftovers? we could pull an all nighter like we used to do back in the dorms?” there’s a hint of hopefulness in your eyes and he would feel like absolute shit if he declined the offer.

  “only because you have food.” 

  he doesn’t kiss you goodnight then. and he doesn’t kiss you goodnight when you fall asleep on his shoulder after the second horror movie either. if you were anyone else, he would’ve left without a care in the world, but it’s you and you are different. 

  so he stays and tells himself that tomorrow will be a new day and tomorrow, he can try again.

iii.

     “i don’t dance,” shinsou tells you as you so desperately tried to bring him onto the dance floor. it’s a hero’s gala, everyone from your respective classes at U.A. were here, pro heroes from all around the world and some of your old instructors as well  ──  these aren’t his thing, you know that. you remember his attitude during the first two hours of the third year’s ‘goodbye party’ - not much had changed. he’s taller, a bit more handsomer and smiles more often. 

  “you do tonight, come on.” while you had dragged him by one hand, the other desperately tried to loosen his tie because it feels like he’s suffocating. 

  “──you’ll be the death of me woman.” he’s mumbling under his breath, one hand resting in yours as the other found its place at your waist.

  “because i asked you to dance? might i say this is on your list of horrible ways to die?” you teased, offering him that infectious smile that makes him go weak in his knees. he hates to admit the pull you have on him  ──  he might even go as far as saying you might have him wrapped around that finger of yours and you don’t even know it yet.

  “if it’s by your hands i would say it’s a merciful death.”

  “a merciful death? i’ll keep that in mind.” 

  “don’t test your luck,” you know he’s only messing with you  ──  

  you’re to busy enjoying the moment to think of some witty comeback. it’s something about the way your hand seems to fit perfectly in his. or how the two of you are able to move in sync without any words spoken in between the two of you that’s driving you insane.

  if you would’ve told your past self that you would be slow dancing with the hitoshi shinsou at a hero’s gala while the world around you disappeared you would’ve laughed at the idea. it would’ve seem silly to you  ──  stupid even. shinsou and you weren’t rivals like you and bakugou were, but, you had always found yourself trying to one up him. 

  yet here you were, swaying to the slow tune as you managed to snake your arms around his midsection and rest a head against his chest. maybe this was his chance: with the little distance in between the two of you, dim lighting and dressed to the nines. surely, this would be a good memory to relive later down the road wouldn’t it? 

  but he wanted to savor the moment. so he decides it against it  ── despite the ache in his chest.

  iv.

     "we did it.” shinsou muses, an awkward hand offered in your direction for you to shake. it’s been six months but your agencies had finally shut down the smuggling operation and you could finally take the break you had so desperately needed. you weren’t sure what to do with the outstretched hand, but, you give in anyways, resting your hand in his as he gave it a firm shake.

  “pleasure doing business with you.” you tell him, lips curving into a bittersweet smile. teasing, bickering and ‘playful’ sparring aside, you were going to miss him. you were used to patrolling and doing missions on your own but this was different. 

  “try not to end up on the other side of fishing hook, yeah?” it’s his way of telling you to be careful in shinsou’s teasing nature.

  “make sure i’m the one to grant you the merciful death.” please be careful, is what you want to say. though you couldn’t bring yourself to say it aloud - if you did, it would only confirm that you care about the purple haired pro hero more than you should. 

  he shakes his head with a laugh, “you’re the only one who gets the satisfaction.” 

  “it better stay that way ‘toshi.” 

  he doesn’t know for certain if your agencies would cross paths again. your agency was closer to the waters and he was closer in the city, the chance that you would run into one another again would be slim to none. 

 he clears his throat for a moment, retreating his hand from yours and placing them at your waist instead. he’s pictured this a thousand times but now that he’s in the moment he couldn’t manage to find the right words. it’s frustrating, really.

  “──hi.” you’re holding your breath in anticipation, was this another one of his games? was he going to kiss you? tell you a secret? use his capture weapon and tell you that he’s not letting you go until you admit something embarrassing?

  he doesn’t care anymore. doesn’t care if it makes him look like a love sick idiot when he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’s about to do before he dies, he doesn’t care if anyone’s watching or for the wrinkles you’ll cause since you’ve got a fistful of his shirt in a desperate attempt to close whatever little distance the two of you had between you. 

  you pull away first causing him to pout (which was actually cute but you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that) but you do laugh.

  “you know,” he muses, a hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly, a habit you hadn’t seen in years. “──i didn’t want to let you walk away without something to remember, my little water sprite.” 

  you rolled your eyes at the choice of nickname but were flattered nonetheless, your own arms finding their way around his neck, “who said i was walking away?”

#shinsou fluff #shinsou x reader #shinsou x you #shinsou x y/n #bnha imagine #bnha drabble #mha drabble #mha imagine #shinsou tbt. #( this is so lame bc i wrote this at 1:43 am while at work JHADKJHDA ) #╰ ♡ ✧ ˖ 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐄 ┊ WRITINGS .

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hii emina!! #14 for valentine’s day 💌 (for the february ask meme) <33

Tami couldn't help but feel fucking jealous. Offended too, for that matter.

Lip forgot fucking Valentine's Day—Valentine's day—and now Tami was forced to sit in the kitchen with the gathered-around Gallagher & Co, watching how Ian and Mickey annoyingly proved the fact that she could do so much better than fucking Lip.

For fuck's sake, he didn't remember goddamn Valentine's day. It wouldn't have been a big deal had he not almost forgotten their anniversary, too. Tami got that shit was stressful these days—that Lip wasn't all that happy with his delivery-boy job and their 'temporary' stay at the Gallagher house with his abundance of siblings, but seriously. That didn't mean she had to sit around stoically on fucking celebrate-your-love day, knowing she had been forgotten, while simultaneously watching the it couple of their family making kissy faces at each other.

Maybe they weren't making kissy faces, exactly—Tami would pay to see Mickey do anything in that realm, really—but did they have to be so obnoxiously in love? All while Tami was mourning her own loss of a Valentine?

She wasn't a teenager anymore, goddamn it, but she deserved nice things, at least once or twice a year. Some fucking day where she could feel special and completely in love, despite living with ten other people and kind of, sort of being in debt.

Tami was in love with Lip. She was fairly certain he was in love with her too, but did he have to forego this one thing from his memory? Did he have to invite Mickey and Ian over for a family dinner to rub salt into the wound?

Tami was fucking fine with Ian and Mickey on most days—it wasn't even as if she saw them all too often now that they had moved out (she even sort of missed them)—and their displays of affection were more sweet to her than anything.

It was cute seeing Ian pull Mickey into a kiss randomly before he went off to work at the warehouse. Or Mickey wrapping his hands around Ian's waist while they cooked dinner together, prolonging the creation of the simplest of meals, like boxed mac-and-cheese, just so they could hang around each other domestically, a little bit longer.

Nobody minded it all too much when they did those small things, and they were pretty much used to the constant sex-talk, however inappropriate and explicit. Somehow even the never-ending bickering stopped bothering them so much.

But god-fucking-damn-it, why did they have to rub it in her face now?

Ugh, fine, we get it, you're celebrating Valentine's day like a normal couple, being all lovey-dovey and shit. We get it.

They probably spent the entire day being sickly sweet and in love, like fucking teenagers. So gross.

Why the actual fuck did Lip forget?

Tami shot daggers Ian and Mickey's way, watching as they, in the middle of the Gallagher cluster-fuck—they were having dinner like usual, a cacophony of noises filling the slightly-renovated space up, something Tami had already gotten used to—talked lowly amongst each other, slight smiles on their faces.

They were so happy about fucking nothing as they sipped on respective beers, matching rings glinting on their fingers, now blinding to Tami's eyes when they had only been pretty before.

When would Lip propose?

Nope, nope, nope. Back to the current married couple, Tami thought.

They pulled apart, their heads no longer huddled together in some secret, husband talk. Ian placed bread onto Mickey's plate, reaching across for the salt, murmuring something about, Mickey liking everything unbelievably salty like a crazy person.

Fuck off, Gallagher. At least I don't like spicy shit.

Well, I don't think you should be surprised I like spicy things. I married you, didn't I?

A beat as they stared at each other lovingly—yuck, ew, disgusting—and then came Mickey's reply.

Sap.

Her eyes narrowed impossibly as she watched them steal fucking glances when the other one wasn't looking. Fucking glances, like teenagers who just discovered their crush liked them back and were about to have their first fucking kiss.

Ugh, why did they have to be so goddamn in love all the time?

Tami even remembered meeting Mickey for the first time, thinking how there was no way in fucking hell he and Ian were together. No way they were anything more than, what, fuck-buddies?

She also remembered the look Mickey wore once Ian entered the room, in all his beautiful glory, his entire face just lighting up like a fucking street lamp when the sun goes down. Eyes crinkling at the corners, an upturn of his mouth, a goddamn gleam appearing in his features.

Tami couldn't believe that the guy who literally just got out of prison was staring openly at his—boyfriend?—with so much intensity and love. The moment Tami had slipped out of view, she saw them share a kiss, all smiley, and shit.

She couldn't believe it then, but she could believe it now.

Why were they so in love?

How could somebody be so in love?

Tami had fallen in love a couple of times. She'd had unrequited crushes and first boyfriends, and older men who appeased to her daddy issues—still, she'd never quite had what Ian and Mickey had. Not that she thought anybody did.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she interrupted whatever conversation the two men in question were landing. They were talking still, bodies practically pressed together as they got unnaturally close at the dining table.

Tami was curious. She wanted to know.

She wanted to know how. How in the holy hell did somebody fall in love so fucking hard that they never let each other go? That they went through every single fucking obstacle they stumbled upon, still walking out alive in the end?

With Lip and their relationship, it was just good until it wasn't and until Tami was a second away from picking up their child and walking away, no matter how good of a father to her child her boyfriend was, and how much she actually loved him.

With Debbie and Sandy, it was being attached by the hip, together in all ways, until all of a fucking sudden, Sandy was gone. Gone from their lives as she had never even been there, replaced by somebody completely insane.

There was Carl, who Tami had never even seen in a committed relationship.

She didn't even want to mention fucking Frank and Monica if the stories Lip had told her were any true.

So, Tami asked.

"Can you guys tell me something," Her tone was only slightly accusing, the bitterness seeping through as she found herself going through a third bottle of Old Style. Even Lip raised his eyes up from the food and over to look at Tami as she addressed everyone's favorite gay couple.

"How in the holy fuck do you manage it?"

Ian and Mickey shared a glance—a fucking glance like they were reading each other's minds—before Ian raised an eyebrow.

"Manage what?"

"Being this seemingly perfect couple."

Lip nudged her foot in question just as Mickey snorted, placing the beer away from his lips so he could properly laugh. Ian rolled his eyes at it.

"We're not fucking perfect," was Mickey's simple answer.

Tami shook her head. "No. No, listen. I get that you're not perfect but I just don't get how. How do you just have this relationship?"

Ian seemed confused. "And what do you think this relationship is?"

"Do you guys even hear yourselves ninety percent of the fucking time?"

Debbie snorted at that. All eyes went to her. "Course they don't. They probably wouldn't be doing them if they did."

"What are we doing?" Mickey asked, and Tami scoffed when she noticed him moving his chair slightly away so he wasn't practically sitting in Ian's lap.

"Why are you asking this shit?" Lip whispered from beside her, apprehension in his gaze. Tami hoped he was slightly offended.

She was really fucking offended.

So, she continued, downing her beer in almost one go.

"I'm talking about how you're joined at the hip."

Ian shook his head. "No, we're not."

Liam made an 'eh' motion with his hands, chiming in, "You live together, you work together. You probably spent the entire day together."

Tami nodded at the boy in agreement. "How do you not get, like, bored of each other?"

They briefly shared another look before Ian shrugged. "I like hanging around him. Mickey's fun company."

Tami groaned, not realizing how they managed to just be so casual about things that didn't make sense to her.

"See?" She said. "I'd probably die if I had to spend more than a couple of hours with the same person, let alone my entire fucking day."

"We get annoyed with each other," Ian defended. "We fight, like, all the time."

Mickey shot him a glare. "Not all the time. Just when you're being an annoying bitch."

"Of when you're being an annoying bitch, Mr. Know-it-all."

"Fuck you, I do know it all."

Ian took a sip of his beer. "Uh-uh. Mr. Milkovich, knows everything about everything."

"Well, I gotta know shit if I wanna put up with your ass the rest of my life."

Ian's face softened suddenly from the playful bickering, sending Mickey a soft smile.

"What are you smiling at, dork?"

Ian's happy expression didn't falter. "You said the rest of your life."

Mickey rolled his eyes. "Duh? Thought we were married?"

"Just," Ian shrugged. "Makes me happy to hear it."

Then they smiled at each other all soft, and Tami just barely suppressed a gag. She felt like she'd just been dumped and was forced to attend some love rally.

How to feel single 101.

"Do you, like, not see my point here?"

Mickey looked towards her, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why do you care so much, right now? It's not that big of a deal that Ian's a complete and utter sap," He shot a playful look in Ian's direction. "We're married and we've been together for a fucking while. We're allowed to act..."

Mickey hesitated.

"We're allowed to be in love without worrying whether or not we'll be judged for it or fucking get told to stop." He cast his eyes downward. "We've had enough of that shit already."

It wasn't silent for long, but Mickey's words rang loud in Tami's ears.

She didn't know a lot about Ian and Mickey during the first years of their relationship—she had only met them after fucking ten years of being together, after all—but she knew enough to be able to say with confidence that it couldn't have been easy. And knowing that, she could easily tell how she was being somewhat of a nagging bitch.

"Don't worry," Tami said softly. "I'm not judging you. Just," She sighed loudly before continuing, "admiring the way you're just completely enamored with each other. It makes you wonder, you know? What you could have."

The two seemed somewhat eased with that, smiles appearing on their faces as they looked at each other, like they knew that what Tami was giving them was a compliment, not judgment. But then, Tami's words set in.

All eyes went to Lip.

Tami's own widened.

"I did not mean it like that!" She defended immediately, shifting so she could look at Lip who was more than hurt by the look in his eye. Tami spoke to him as she said, "It's just that, today's fucking Valentine's day, and—"

"Today's Valentine's day?"

It was Ian who asked out of the blue, and she turned to look at him, wondering what he was talking about. He was looking at Mickey who seemed just as confused.

Of course it was Valentine's day. Tami had been bitter the entire day because it was fucking Valentine's day.

"It is?" Mickey said, eyes going warily towards Ian.

"So, we just, uh, forgot about it?"

Mickey nodded, a weird look on his face like he had forgotten their anniversary or some shit. "I guess so."

Tami was just about to open her mouth. Just about to ask if they really didn't spend the day being lovey-dovey with each other since it was Valentine's day, but rather because every day was obviously Valentine's day for them, when Lip spoke.

"Today's the thirteenth, Tami, for fuck's sake. Valentine's day is tomorrow." He smiled at her, seemingly catching onto why she had been so inquisitive in the first place. "Don't worry, I didn't forget."

Tami's mouth fell open and she only managed a simple 'oh'. Lip seemed content. Not at all caught by surprise at her statement. Maybe he really hadn't forgotten.

"Well, uh," She stammered out, heat crawling up her neck. "Good."

Lip smiled at her.

Ian's voice interrupted their staring contest.

"Wait, so you forgot Valentine's day?" He asked Mickey, an incredulous look on his face.

"Um, excuse me bitch, you forgot it, too!"

Ian scoffed. "So, you're telling me we'd wake up tomorrow and what, just continue on like always?"

"Well, you shoulda had something planned then, Ian!"

"Me? Why me?"

Mickey made a 'duh' face. "You fucking forgot it, too. Why would it be me?"

"Well, I'm sorry for having a million things going on right now."

"What million things, Ian? I'm literally with you every second of the day. What things?"

"Well," He started in a tone that didn't bode anything well. "you see, some of us—"

"Oh no, you fucking won't with that sentence."

Tami watched as the it couple fought over forgetting Valentine's day.

She laughed at the sight of them, bickering and shouting, not really angry but enjoying the fight.

They'd still be sappy as fuck the next day. They'd still be lovey-dovey, making kissy faces at each other.

This was what she meant.

They were best friends. Lovers. Partners. Always by each other's sides.

Tami looked over towards Lip.

Maybe she had one too.

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian and mickey #shameless #shameless us #fanfic #fic rec #ian x mickey #ah yes the beauty of nor knowing what to wrote whatsoever #pov outsider my beloved #outsider pov #hope you liked it :) #ask and answer #emina answers #thank you for the ask twisha <3 #*ficlet

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dream come true // five hargreeves x fem!reader (royal au)

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summary: prince five longs for a taste of the world outside the marble walls of the castle he’s always known—and when he meets you at the annual ball, he discovers that it’s even more beautiful than he could have imagined.

request (by my absolute favorite anon): I was wondering if you'd be up for writing an AU one shot? I can't get the idea of something similar to a Cinderella (or prince/princess royalty AU) out of my mind. At some point Reggie throws a Grand Ball for some reason and thats where Reader and Five meet and fall in love and well idk if there would be conflict regarding Reggie and his approval (not like Five would ask) but happy ending? Whether Reader is a princess or a commoner or something else I'll leave up to you.

words: 2000

warnings: none besides reggie’s shit parenting lolz

a/n: i,,,,,, am BLOWN AWAY by this request it is so cute!!! i feel like i really could have done more with this, but here’s a lil unedited smth for you all to enjoy!!! (i wouldn’t be 100% opposed to writing more for this au at some point either)

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Five rolls his eyes to the back of his head for what seems like the thousandth time today. If he has to listen to Luther and Diego tear into each other for five more minutes, he thinks he’s actually going to go insane.

He can see Allison glare at him from the corner of his vision, and he raises his hand in a choice gesture without bothering to look at her directly. Reginald’s cane comes down hard on the floor, voice slicing through the room and silencing Luther and Diego’s bickering.

“Five, your behavior is absolutely un—“ “Spare me the lecture, father.” Five cracks a humorless smile. “I already know what you’re going to say—the future of the kingdom is in our hands, all of us must be prepared since we never know when our moment will come, and so on and so on. Well, I’m tired of this! So tired. All we ever do is sit here and listen to those two—“ he pins Luther and Diego with an angry stare— “argue on and on while you just sit there all self-righteous and above it all, never having the decency to tell us who’s going to inherit—“ “That is quite enough,” Reginald snaps, voice taut with rage. “Out.” Five’s eyes narrow. “Out!” And so he finds himself outside the throne room for the third time in as many weeks, head lolling back against the cool marble. I’m really not cut out for this, he thinks. If this is all royalty is—just endless arguing and politics day after day—then I don’t want it. The mid-morning sun breaks through the clouds, shining through the huge glass panes that line the hall. Gold trimmings catch the light, and a glimmer hits Five right in the eyes. He stands up with a sigh and makes his way to the window, looking out on the courtyard and the distant hills beyond. He’s spent hours looking outside at those hills, longing to run for them with all his might. Small homes dot the slopes like beads on a necklace, and Five wants to walk among them, feeling the ground against his feet and listening to all the villagers greet each other as they go about their days. He longs to be free of marble walls and false smiles and instead feel the freedom that he imagines comes from interacting with real people. An impossible dream, perhaps—but a lovely one all the same. And when Reginald calls Five back to the throne room for a talking-to, it certainly helps take his mind off things. Maybe someday, he thinks. ✖️✖️✖️ The sun beams down bright and warm, and you’re grateful for the shade of your stall in the market. It’s been a slow day for selling, and you can’t help but wish that the time would go faster so that you can be free to roam about as you wish. As much as you love selling your jewelry, there’s other prospects that spark more excitement in you—namely, the yearly Presentation Ball being held in just two days. A smile spreads across your face at the thought of it. It’s going to be beautiful, you imagine, full of normal people trying to be their best for one night. And, of course, the royals will be there. Now, you’re not one to gush over a family who’s never seen in public, but a tiny part of you has to admit that the allure of the elite is tempting. This is the first year you’ve ever been able to go, and you wonder if the stories you’ve heard of rulers more statue than person are true. You hope to get a glimpse of them—just to see if they are, in fact, human. The pads of your fingers brush over the necklace in your pocket you’re saving for the ball, and a smile stays on your face for the rest of the day. ✖️✖️✖️ “You had better redeem yourself tonight, boy!” Reginald says to Five, all rancid decorum and thinly-veiled contempt. “I think it unreasonable to expect that I will sit still like—like some puppet all night, Father,” Five shoots back. “Not when our people will be there—I fully expect to speak with some of them.” “What have I always told you and your siblings ever since you were young? Commoners—“ “—Are to be avoided at all costs. Yes, I know. And I am telling you that I believe we cannot be true rulers without knowing who we are reigning over,” Five speaks earnestly, face flushed. “You are a disgrace to this family,” Reginald shouts, all traces of civility gone. “Your siblings would never—“ “Well, I am not my siblings! And I am certainly not going to sit there next to them and feign pompousness,” Five spits. “I’ve had enough of doing things your way.” His turns his heel, moving to storm out of the room.

“Where are you going, boy? The opening introduction will start any minute!” Reginald shouts after him.

“Do it without me! I’m going to be where it really matters—with my people.” Five yells over his shoulder.

Defying Father feels better than he ever could have imagined—and so he takes a deep breath and enters the crowd with a growing smile.

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It’s quite possibly the most exciting night of your life, and you’re completely, heartbreakingly late.

You curse under your breath as you run up the castle stairs, dress gathered up in your hands to keep from tripping. Guards stand on either side of the grand, gilded entrance, and you breathe a sigh of relief when you see a small knot of people entering just before you. You reach the doors and hold out your invitation, smiling at the guard as he nods in acceptance. “Enjoy,” he says, and you beam back.

“I will.”

The ballroom is just as stunningly beautiful as you’d imagined. Gold swirls along the white marble walls, accents of royal red adding to the decadence. The huge room is chock-full of people smiling and drinking and making eyes at each other. You breathe deeply in awe, eyes shining as your head moves side to side, hardly knowing where to look next.

After several moments of looking around, your eyes land on the grand throne at the very front of the room, furthest from you. King Reginald is seated in all his harsh glory on it, flanked on either side by two of the princes. They’re dressed in brilliant royal clothes, trying their best to look as commanding as their father. Four other beautiful royals sit next to them, but your eye is drawn most to the empty throne at the end of the row. If you remember correctly, there should be five princes and two princesses—but only four men are sitting with the king. You wonder where the other is—perhaps sick or off on royal business? The kingdom rarely sees the royals outside of the balls, so it’s impossible to tell which prince is missing.

You turn away from the thrones, curiosity overcome by your thirst. Maneuvering your way through the packs of people is a bit tricky, but you manage to reach the refreshments table without any major accidents. A servant pours you a drink, and you thank him with a smile. As you turn to leave, you nearly bump into a boy about your age.

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaim, before continuing on.

“Wait,” his voice comes after you. You stop and turn back around, pleasantly surprised. “I’m sorry too. What’s your name?”

You tell him, and he smiles.

“I’m F—“ he pauses. “Felix. It’s very nice to meet you.” He reaches for your hand and plants a soft kiss on your knuckles with surprising grace. He’s really quite handsome, you think—slender, searing green eyes, well-groomed, thick hair. Most endearing of all is a dimple in his cheek that deepens as he smiles at you.

“Very nice to meet you too, Felix,” you grin, still-tingling hand slowly coming back down to your side.

“That’s a beautiful necklace,” he says with admiration. “Where is it from?”

“I actually made it myself! I sell my own jewelry at the market on weekdays,” you beam. “The wire is made from metal mined right here in the kingdom. It’s purer here than in any surrounding region.”

“That’s amazing,” Felix says with another soft smile. “You must know all sorts of things about jewelry.”

“I guess I’ve learned my fair share,” you laugh quietly. “Jewelry is how I make a living—and it’s one of my passions, so I suppose you’re right.”

“Tell me about how you make pieces,” he asks as the two of you find a relatively quiet place to sit, voice genuine and curious.

And so you do.

✖️✖️✖️

You’re the most beautiful thing Five has ever seen—high praise from a boy who’s lived in splendor all his life. As he watches you talk about your craft, he can’t tear his eyes away from your animated face and hands. How had he lived this long without realizing how beautiful people were? He’d never known something as small as a wisp of hair falling over an eye could make his heart swell nearly to bursting.

“Felix? Felix!” Your voice cuts through his daze, and his eyes snap to yours, embarrassed.

“Sorry, just got, um—distracted.” Was Felix really the best he could come up with?

“Am I boring you?” you ask teasingly, the corners of your mouth tipping up. He looks into your eyes, sparkling with amusement, and finds that nothing could be further from the truth. In fact, he’s so overtaken by his thoughts that he blurts them out loud.

“N-no. No! Absolutely not! I think you’re fascinating—and so beautiful.” He curses his voice for whispering those last words, and averts his eyes in shame.

“You’re too kind,” comes your voice, soft but somehow makes the pounding of his heart even louder. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite handsome yourself.”

Years of lessons in diplomacy and etiquette have done absolutely nothing to prepare Five for the feeling that washes over him when you say those last few words. He has absolutely no idea how to respond, and the best his mind can come up with is a “really?”

“Yes,” you giggle, and he’s suddenly aware of just how close you are to him. You smell so nice, and the skin of your wrist is brushing his forearm—and next thing he knows, his fingers are flickering over yours, filling up the spaces in your hand. The look you give him is so beautiful that he wishes he had met you years ago so that it would already be ingrained in his mind.

Your head is nearing his shoulder now, and he’s afraid to breathe in case he ruins your descent. The moment your hair brushes against his neck, he hears his name from behind him. He whirls around to see Klaus with an enormous grin on his face.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself, brother,” he quips. “Unfortunately, dear old father has just about reached his limit with you. If you’re not on your throne in the next few minutes, he’s going to send some guards to find you.”

Five’s eyes are wide as he meets yours. “I’m so sorry. I can explain—“

“No, I apologize, your highness,” you say. “I’ve no doubt broken some sort of royal rule tonight.”

“You were perfect—you are perfect,” he whispers, shaking his head vehemently. “I will find you later tonight—I promise.”

Your smile is more precious than any title he’s been given. “Then I will wait for you—Felix.”

He presses a lingering kiss to your soft hand, unwilling to tear his eyes away from you. And, when he still doesn’t feel satisfied, he moves his lips to the tips of your fingers, your palm, your wrist. He’s only drawn away by the sound of Klaus clearing his throat pointedly.

And for the rest of the night, Klaus’ endless teasing and Reginald’s equally endless scolding are mere echos in his ears—his head is filled with only you.

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[things-happens]

In Memory

Levi Ackerman x gn! Reader

Armin Arlert x gn! Reader

Erwin Smith x gn! Reader

Mikasa Ackerman x gn! Reader

hola 😎 i have a request for ya! which i do hope you like cause I literally spent hALF aN hoUR thinking of how it should go... anyWAYS, i’m gonna request it rn cause why not? .. anyways—maybe a hc for Levi, Armin, Erwin, Mikasa, and Pieck; their S/O’s favorite memories with them are playing in their mind. They wished it happened again. people thought they (they = pieck, levi, armin - yk)—people thought they went crazy. out of their mind insane. They do often smile, when they hear their S/O’s laugh. They cry when they hear their S/O’s screams. They couldn’t save them in time. they were now dead. // now do keep in mind, that this all happened weeks after their S/O’s death. they felt so useless at the fact that they couldn’t save them in time. the one they loved the most...

Note: I DELETED THIS AND HAD TO MADE THE POST so... please like and share thank you. Also I'm not caught up on season 4 but I know what has happened so I don't know Pieck's personality, I didn't want to get her wrong.

Prompt List

Mastlister

Summary: their s/o passed, they blame themselves and other and sadly cannot cope.

Warnings: Death, Blood, Feels and Fluff Words: a lot just a lot

Levi Ackerman (Sadderdaze)

Somethings never change for Levi losing the ones he loves left and right but why did he think that would change with y/n.

During the Battle of Shiganshina, Y/n was by Levi’s side the whole time.

They always was anyways, the lone survivor of Levi’s Squad after the 57th Expansion. Years ago, they vowed the loyalty for him then again 3 years later, till death did them part.

They both lead the group of soldiers to eliminate the Beast Titan.

As the Beast began to throw rocks everyone took covered in an abandoned town, after the first-round y/n and Levi resurfaced on the roofs.

They both noticed the beast was readying for another throw, yelling for the other to go bad into cover.

“GO BACK!” Y/N yelled into their cupped hands; they still couldn’t hear them.

Levi started to run to help them, only to be held back, y/n telling him there isn’t enough time.

Levi protested only for Y/n starting to push him back down to between the houses.

Suddenly, Y/n gave him a hard push on his back making him lad down on the ground. Looking back up to his love, their leg of in a now, missing part of the roof.

Levi quickly shot back up to help them out, grabbing their hands pulling as hard as he could.

“Levi… LEVI! Please take cover, you’ll die.”

“I’m not leaving you behind… not again.”

Levi had left Y/n in charge of his squad as he joined Erwin in the 57th Expansion. Nearly dying because of the Female Titan and protecting Eren.

Y/n pulled their arm away from him, giving him one final hard push in the chest right before the rock came pass them.

“I love you” they whispered.

As Levi flew back to the ground, he held eye contact with them all of his memories going through his head, knowing that this was the last time he would see of them, forever.

As for y/n, all their memories flew through them.

Late nights with Hanjie, mornings drinking tea with Erwin and Levi.

Levi… the night of their wedding, cake, slow dancing together, then stargazing. Oh, what they’d give to do that one more time with him.

Then they were gone.

Days later, everyone was concerned about the Captain. They could hear his cries and sobs when they’d pass his room. If you’d knocked, his cries would stop, and he’d stay silent till he watched your feet leave.

Every time Hanjie would open his door to bring breakfast or dinner, they could see the hopefulness in his eyes only for them to fall. Not like he ate till he was starving and knew he had too.

Years later, as Levi slept at night, he could still hear the whisper and cries of his love. That’s all he could hear ever, yet now he hid it well.

The nights he couldn’t sleep he’d walk through the halls of the fallen soldiers. In the middle of all the paintings, was Erwin. A gold frame shining in the moon light. Next to him was y/n.

They also had a golden frame and at the top were their favorite floor in their favorite color. Whomever painted it, Levi thought they did an amazing job.

The captured the brightness of their eyes, their gloss on their hair and the perfection on their hands.

Levi sat on his knees, lightly placing his hand on theirs. Wishing he could feel them just one more time.

BONUS:

“I bet you’re not popular with the ladies…” Zeke sighed.

Levi looked down thinking about y/n for the first time since the battle. “I was popular enough…”

Armin Arlert (When Will I See You Again)

Most people admired Y/n relationship with Armin, never put a title on side thing but the two and others knew they loved each other.

And when y/n died… well it was hard on everyone.

Since Armin inherited the Colossal Titian he saw and heard y/n die with his own eyes or really with Bertholdt eyes.

They stood by Armin till the very end or what they thought was the end.

The two stood in front of the giant titan, directing him. The plan… they knew they were going to die but it was with Armin and that’s all y/n would ever want.

Bertholdt let out the burning steam, burning them alive. y/n’s eyes looked at Armin, they screamed and cried till nothing… black.

Armin on the other head was giving the Titan Serum, eating Bertholdt and becoming the monsters he hated.

From the second he woke from the shift, all he could thing of was Y/n.

Where are they?

Are they okay?

Then and dare he say naturally, the memories caved in.

Seeing through his predecessor’s eyes, he remembered his love burn to death. Hearing their caries and he saw them always looking at him.

He cried and blamed himself for their death, y/n thought they were dying together but Eren couldn’t let him live in peace.

“they died thinking they were with me.” He whispered.

He always tired to keep his resentment in around Eren and Mikasa, but everyone could here him scream in pain in the forest next to the HQ.

He used Bertholdt’s memories to see them together all the time, Sasha and Mikasa would become worried he wasn’t grieving well but soon like screams every night stop.

Instead, it was quite crying at night, which wasn’t any better for anyone.

Then they left to find the Sea, one thing that could make Armin come to peace with himself.

Reaching the ocean everyone would play and have fun their but looking down in the water, Armin could’ve sworn he saw his love looking back at him but alas he lost the sight as fast as he saw it.

He knew Y/n would and still is by his side everyday till death brought them back to each other.

Erwin Smith (My Kind of Woman)

Everyone knew Erwin as a very stoic man, a calm gentle giant but with a heart and will of Iron.

And that was true, but that was after someone not one would talk about.

Their name is Y/n, Erwin Smith’s great love.

In 845, the Survey Corps returned from an expiation, but most do not know what happened.

“Four abnormals on the right wing!” some one shouted

Erwin looked at y/n who was smiling but still looking out for themselves and others. They looked over at Erwin and smiled even wilder.

Ever since training, Y/n saw bright side of things. It was their idea to recruit the Underground rebels.

In all most a flash of lighting, rain pored down soldiers dying all around.

10 abnormals flailing around, killing and eating people.

Erwin stared behind him, watching his comrades die under his orders. Then he locked eyes with y/n as they jumped off their horse as a Titan waved its arm at her.

“Erwin!”

Y/n yelled hoping he would turn and help them, and he did, yet despite the connection they had…

It was too late, they were harshly picked and swished, screams reaching everyone’s ears. Held above the Titan’s mouth their blood poured into then as the life quickly left their eyes they were dropped into its mouth.

If it wasn’t for Levi, Erwin would’ve been died too.

Ever second since then he blamed himself, knowing if he was just a little faster.

He paid someone to make a painting of her for his office, they were his right-hand person, but others knew it was more than that.

He would cry as quite as he could for years till it was small smiles or few tears while in his office or drinking tea with Levi or Hanji.

They both learned not to question it as it was a normal thing for the man after five years.

The new recruits would ask about the painting of a random person in his office, he would say someone special.

Yet it’s been years he would still become choked up that night.

Mikasa Ackerman (i wanna be your girlfriend)

Mikasa and Y/n met in training, two people how just sat not needing to say anything to enjoy each other’s company.

Eating dinner, they’d just sit and watch everyone else bicker and talk, nothing needed to be said. Despite being Sasha’s sibling, the older one seem to get all the personality then again there was nothing wrong with the way they were.

Although being close to death of a many of times, they lived and slightly loved Mikasa and watched her grow into a beautiful women she was.

Over the years, y/n become more vocal not wanting to miss out on the moments they had left with everyone. They and Jean would bicker and laugh about dumb things, Connie and they would just sitting and reminisce on old times.

Then Sasha met Nicolo and well y/n had never more vocal about anything before.

“Oooooh the cook, he’s perfect for you.”

y/n would tease Sasha along with Jean and Connie, although Nicolo didn’t seem to mind, Sasha would turn redder than a beet!

Then the war came, Y/n didn’t leave Mikasa side unless it was to save their ether extremely brave or stupid sister.

As y/n and Mikasa run to Eren’s ad after killing the War Hammer Titan, Mikasa yells at Eren.

Y/n watches the two argue, as the War Hammer Titan stands tall and definitely not dead.

Y/n watches as it starts to shoot a crystal goop at them, Y/n wipps around slamming themselves into Mikasa, holding onto her and they both flay away from the now hardened crystal.

“thank you, y/n.”

Y/n only nodded, looking back at the crystal. Again, they themselves in danger for Mikasa but they knew if it came down to it, they would die for their family.

After the battle, everyone was on the air ship, Mikasa had left y/n with Jean, Connie and Sasha. They talked happy to see each other alive.

“You guys are really special to me.”

Next thing anyone knew, both Jean and Y/n heard rumbling from the entrance. Turning around they saw a little girl with a rifle.

y/n quickly realized she was aiming for everyone of the ship, mainly their sister. Running in front of the fire, trying to do the same thing they once saw Hanjie do years ago still the girl shot.

The bullet went straight threw y/n’s stomach; push through the pain they grabbed the gun from the girl. They butted it into the little girl’s head, knocking her out.

The adrenaline wore off, y/n put their hand on their stomach. Their hand covered in blood, they turned around to see their sister on the floor surrounded by their friends.

“Guys…” they dropped the rifle on the floor.

The word came out their mouth, everyone with tears in their eyes slowly turned to look at them.

Jean watched as the blood dripped from their suit on to the light brown flooring.

Y/n began to walk to them, waddling side to side.

Mikasa entered the room watching Y/n fall over into what was now a pool of blood. She quickly ran over, flipping them over sobbing.

Jean quickly applied pressure into the wound, but it was too late. Y/n looked up at Mikasa, their bloodied hand lightly touching her face.

Mikasa sat head on her knees, in between both Blouse graves. She could still here the raspy breaths, the yells of Jean telling them to stay awake and the laugh Eren let out seeing the dead bodies.

She’d cry at nights realizing she loved them more than a friend, she felt like a piece of her was now gone.

During dinners Mikasa would push her food around till she couldn’t sit and not laugh or sob. Armin had become worried of her, but he knew she just needed time.

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[blackkwidowed]

a squabble over coffee

Requested: can you do one where Nat and R are bestfriends R gives Nat a massage and might’ve moaned, and moaned again but with R’s name

Summary: Natasha had a rough mission and could do with relaxing. Reader has a coffee addiction. Kind of. 

Rating: E. Smut. Lots of smut. Filth. Teasing. The whole works. Sub!Nat because I can’t control myself. 18+

Word Count: 2,861

I’ve written a lot of smut over the years for many fandoms on many platforms, and other tumblr blogs. This might be the winner. This is the most erotic thing I have ever written. Enjoy.

oh my god they were roommates 

принцесса = princess

“Oh my God.” 

Natasha looks physically exhausted when she finally falls through the door, already past midnight. 

You take a glance at Natasha, eyes straying from the book on your lap briefly. “Well you look like you’ve been dug up.” 

She rolls her eyes at you, giving you the finger and placing her bag on the floor by the counter. “Nice to see you too.” 

She pauses, eyes you up and down with a look of confusion before settling on the mug in your hand. You raise an eyebrow. “Problem?”

“Are you drinking black coffee at midnight?”

“It’s quarantine, of course I am. I don’t sleep. Why else would I look like complete shit right now?”

She smirks at you, settling next to you on the couch. “Doesn’t take a lack of sleep for you to look like shit, Y/N.” 

You forget the book, shutting it and placing it on the coffee table in front of you before punching Natasha lightly on the arm. “Bitch.” 

She winks. 

This was normal bickering for the two of you. As a best friend and a roommate, she was perhaps the only person who’s company doesn’t sicken you after too much time spent together. 

She’d been out on some kind of mission for a few days which was apparently heavy on the physical side by the obvious strain and tension to Natasha’s muscles. 

She rests her head on your shoulder and breathes deeply, sighing at the bliss of the soft cushions against her back. She reaches for the mug in your hand, bringing it to her own lips to take a gulp. 

Natasha makes a beautiful hum, one that makes you think of things you definitely shouldn't be. 

“I haven't had coffee in like, four days.”

“Yeah, well get your own next time.” 

“Give me a massage then.” 

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll stop stealing your coffee when you give me a massage. It’s a fair deal.” She shrugs. “Come on, you know you wanna get your hands on this.” 

Natasha leans toward you with an unceremonious wiggle of her chest in your direction. You laugh, shaking your head. You take the coffee from her hand, swallowing the last of it and placing the cup on the table. 

“Fine,” you wet your lip. “Turn over. And take your shirt off.” 

Natasha grins in triumph. “Yes, ma’am.”

You’re braver, for whatever reason. Natasha is gorgeous, you’ve never hidden that thought from her. She’s all soft skin and taut muscle and is absolutely beautiful. Your eyes scan her back, her arms, the back of her neck peeking out from where she’s moved her hair out of your way. 

Natasha lays on her stomach on the sofa, shirt discarded, lay in just a black sports bra and very, very thin pants. They’re definitely urging your imagination to run wild. 

You hesitate briefly, hovering over her. You’re debating just how to let this blow over. You could stay where you are, but lean a little so your arms can reach the tops of her shoulders. You can have as minimal contact as possible with her, or. 

Or you could really push it. 

Your body reacts before you even mentally make a decision. 

You settle over her lower back, straddling her comfortably. You don't miss her sigh, and you’re almost one hundred percent sure it’s a positive noise. You take a chance, slipping your fingers up her back and over the bottom of her bra. 

“You should take this off too.” 

You don’t miss her shiver at your words, either. 

She looks back then, craning her neck around just enough to make eye contact with you. “Are you asking me or telling me?” 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip. “I’m telling you. If that’s okay.” 

Natasha doesn't give you a verbal answer. Instead, she manoeuvres her body to pull the sports bra over her head, laying back down against the couch cushions. 

Your hands find her shoulders, and you begin. 

She’s tense, truly. You could see it the second she got home, but feeling her muscles ache under your hands was the icing on the cake, if you will. It was clear she was in pain, even just a little bit. 

“Have you given massages before?” She asks, voice low. 

“Once or twice, maybe. Why?” 

“Your hands just feel really nice.” She turns back to glance at you, and you throw her a wink before she presses her face against the cushions again.

“Thanks, darlin,” you drawl. “Plenty more to come.” 

“I hope so.” It comes as a whisper, and you barely hide a smirk. 

Your palm presses firm against her back, her skin growing hotter the longer you keep up your movements. There’s a soft groan, you barely hear it, from Natasha’s throat. She definitely tried to hide it from you, but you’re not stupid. And Natasha knows it. 

“Sorry,” she mumbles, cheeks flushing a little.

“Don’t be.” You shake your head. “Good to know it’s working.”

“Mmhmm, oh it’s definitely working.” 

Underneath you, you feel a very slight buck of her hips against the couch. It’s your turn to flush red this time, because that certainly did not go unnoticed by either of you. 

You clear your throat, continuing the ministrations against her muscles, moving further down her back. You say nothing, and the only noise that comes from Natasha is an elated, relieved sigh. You can feel her relaxing underneath you, she’s calming. Less tense. Her skin is just really, really hot and soft and it’s driving you insane. 

You relieve the pressure of your palms, instead tracing your fingers across the skin of her lower back. Your touch is electric, she’s shivering below you every so often. Jesus. This is certainly not what you expected to happen tonight. 

You lift yourself up, removing yourself from your position straddling her to massage where you were just sitting. 

You place a hand on the outside of her thigh, your touch light and subtle, but Nat’ll be damned if it didn't set her on fire, virtually. “Spread your legs for a sec, just wanna do your lower back.” 

Natasha breathes a sigh, moving one leg to let you settle on your knees between her thighs. 

The thoughts that hit you are unexpected, too. They’re filthy, downright sinful, you can’t believe you’re even allowing yourself to think about it. 

God, you never thought you’d be sat between the Black Widow’s spread legs and you’re pleasantly surprised to find yourself in that exact position. You balance yourself with your hands on the back of her upper thighs, under her ass that you’ve definitely taken a couple of glances at already, admittedly. 

Your touch burns Natasha through her leggings, it’s red hot heat, your hands on her feel too fucking good, it’s too much and not enough all at once. 

You adjust your knee, and the way it brushes between her legs is actually a complete accident, and you’re about to panic and apologise because you really didn’t mean to be so forward, but she doesn't give you a chance to. 

“Christ, Y/N.” It leaves her lips as a clear, definite moan, a soft little whimper that has you drowning in a wave of arousal already. Something about the way your name just fell from her lips, so much different to how you normally hear her say it, makes you almost uncomfortably wet. 

“Fuck, I didn't mean to-”

“Stop it,” she manages, teeth gritted as she inhales sharply. 

You go to move off the couch, frightened your slip up went too far, but her hand moves quick, reaching around to grasp at your wrist. 

“No, I mean stop dancing around and hesitating and teasing me.” 

You fall back into position, your knee no longer pressing between her legs, but it’s damn well close. Your hands find the back of her thighs again, and your fingers linger there this time, trailing soft and light over her skin. 

You release a breath of relief, and you snap back into action. 

“If you think this is me teasing you, you’ve seen nothing yet.” 

She looks back at you one more time. Her eyes are dark this time, incredibly so. They’re filled with obvious lust, and your body tingles at the way she’s looking at you. “So show me.” 

The expression on your face is confirmation for her, and she goes to turn over, until your hand moves up her thigh to halt her. “No, stay on your stomach. But take your pants off.” 

She smirks. “Oh, now we’re talkin’.”

She stands from the couch and faces you, pulling her leggings down slowly while giving you a wink. It’s erotic, her gaze. You can’t believe how quickly it’s making you lose it. 

You’re met with black, lace panties as she kicks her pants off. That’s it. Christ. 

Her thumbs hook around each side of the waistband of her panties, and you can see she’s about to rid herself of them, too. You shake your head at her. “Not so fast. Leave those on.”

You scan her body, drawing her in under a ravenous stare. You pat the couch in front of where you still kneel, admiring her. “Come here.”

She returns to the same position as before, letting you rest between her spread legs while she lays on her front. Your fingers trail back over to her lower back, where you weren't quite finished with massaging yet. Your touch is different now, it’s still electric and it’s still fiery warm but it’s different somehow. It’s almost as if your hands had a mind of their own, and they were in I’m going to fuck Natasha mode, to be crude. 

You continue on her lower back, slipping down ever so slightly, caressing the skin under your fingertips. Eventually you reach the very bottom of her back, where it dips and meets that perfect, taut and beautiful curve of her ass in those panties. 

You’re starting to feel yourself heat up significantly now, on the verge of light sweat because of how intense the moment is. It’s quiet, all that can be heard is Natasha’s breathing getting a little more ragged as you continue to tease her. 

You palm and squeeze gently at her ass a little, before passing it and running your fingers over the very top of her thighs. She shivers, and you slow your movements. 

“Relax, Nat.” You whisper, loud enough for her to just about hear you. Your voice has dropped a little, it’s lower, filled with arousal. Natasha finds it undeniably sexy. 

Your fingers continue to dance over her thighs for too long for Natasha’s liking. Her inner thighs seem to be the thing that’s making her seriously weak, so you milk it. You can’t wait to sink your teeth into them, marking them and no she probably wouldn't let you do that. But maybe she will, and that’s exciting enough for now. 

By the time you’ve decided you’ve finished with her thighs, she’s almost shaking. Her breathing is heavy now, thick with lust. You need to hear more soon. 

Your fingers brush the lining of her panties, tracing it around that curve of her ass and down, right where you know she needs you to be, but can’t manage the words to actually say it. 

She whimpers quietly when your fingers caress over her cunt. 

“You’re dripping, Natalia,” you husk. You press your fingers against her panties over her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure, and she bucks her hips. “Anything you want to tell me?”

Natasha licks over her bottom lip. “You’re the one that’s been oblivious this whole time.” 

You grin, because that’s your confirmation that what you’ve been feeling towards Natasha isn’t completely ridiculous. 

“Maybe, but you’ve missed my flirting, too.”

She smirks. “I just wanted you to get braver. I was always fully aware.” 

“That’s not very nice,” you mutter. Your fingers press harder against her clit and she groans. “Taking advantage of my attraction to you.” 

“Well,” she rasps. “Plenty more of that to come.”

You click your tongue, licking your lip. 

You slip her panties to one side, letting your fingers slip through her folds. She really is very fucking wet. It’s delicious. 

“You’re a brat,” you mumble. “God, you’re fucking soaked.”

“As I said,” she breathes a moan, your fingers slipping to tease, threatening to dip inside her. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.” 

You circle her entrance, and slip one finger inside her slowly. She gasps, almost choking on her own words. 

“Tell me exactly what you’ve been thinking about,” you order. 

“This, exactly this.” She purrs. 

You add another finger and push into her warmth, curling your fingers, dexterous and everything Natasha’s been craving. Your thumb reaches and you circle her clit, relishing in the long, loud moan you’re granted. 

Natasha cries out as you hit that exquisite spot inside her, the one that makes her want to scream while she touches herself in the privacy of her own bedroom to the thought of you. She’s even dreamed of it being your fingers instead of her own buried inside her, and though they left her breathless they were still nothing like the real thing. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” she presses into the couch below her, her hips bucking. “Don’t you dare stop.”

You laugh softly. “I don’t plan to, принцесса.” 

You drive your fingers deeper, using a little bit more force with added pressure to the circling of her clit. 

“I’ve been thinking for too long about how badly I’ve wanted to make you moan my name.” You lean over her, fingers still working perfectly between her legs. You press your lips to the back of her shoulder, the flesh hot, a little salty from the shiny sweat covering her body. “There’s no way I’m stopping.”

Her hips are moving more now, sharper and more erratic movements, and her moans are getting louder, progressively so. She’s close. You can feel it. She’s tightening around your fingers, her clit throbs under your thumb and God help those cushions that she is digging her fingers into for something to hold onto. She’s going to come by your hands, and for a second you’re ready to pinch yourself and wake up from a really really good dream, but the way she moans your name again is definitely real. 

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she whimpers softly. “I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”

You sink your teeth into the side of her neck, sucking a dark purple bruise into the flesh. Natasha’s moaning loud, breathing rapidly as her cunt tightens around your fingers, virtually trapping you inside her as she comes with a scream of your name. 

You kneel back between her legs, one hand still at the apex of her thighs and the other resting on her shaking leg, tracing and soothing as she relaxes from what sounded like a very intense orgasm. 

She sighs, a gentle laugh falling from her lips. “Finally.” 

You roll your eyes. “Shut it.”

You pull your fingers out from inside her with a final, quiet gasp. You bring them to your mouth, looking her right in the eye when she flips on her back to face you, watching you slip your fingers into your mouth to taste her. 

You lick your lips after, and wink at her. You lean over, hovering on top of her and resting a thumb lightly on her cheek, brushing it. “You taste delicious.”

She grins, biting at her bottom lip. 

You lean down, your lips against her ear and your breath hot. “But now, I think I want a real taste.” 

She cranes her neck back at your words with a subtle groan. She lifts her arms to rest around your shoulders, wrapping loosely around your neck to sink her fingers into your hair, cupping the base of your skull. “I’d really like that.” 

You grin. 

“But first, I’m going to kiss you.” She states. 

Her eyes slide closed and her mouth finds yours and it’s everything. Natasha is a magnificent kisser, you discover. Her lips are soft and plump and they mould perfectly against your own. Her teeth sink gently into your bottom lip, and she licks into your mouth, sliding her tongue along yours as you groan against her. Your thigh slips between her legs as she gasps, pulling away to breathe. 

You tilt your forehead against hers, a dirty smile on your face. She copies it unintentionally, tugging at your hair lightly and leaning in to kiss you again. 

“Y’know,” she begins. “You could have just made me a coffee to solve the situation.”

You laugh against her lips, moving to press softer kisses down her neck. 

“Yeah, well,” you murmur. “You said it yourself. Why would I ever waste an opportunity to get my hands on you?”

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

Your lips trail down her body, over her stomach. Your fingers slip into the waistband of her panties, and you press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “And what I like to hear, are those pretty moans of yours.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut #natalia romanova #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #tag: smut

[irinazackerman]

Prologue

The two Ackerman children were seen running excitedly as they meet their grandfather. A girl and a boy. One with shining brown eyes, and the other with a set of bluish gray that seems to change when the light reaches them. It could be understood that both of them missed their grandpa terribly. The old man, with little bit of greying hair amidst the raven-black ones, is smiling upon seeing his grandchildren. By just looking at his face, you would know that he has been quite a handsome man at his young age, even though he had battle scars at some area of his facade. Nevertheless, he still looks good with his greying hair and wrinkles by his eyes each time he smiles.

“Grandpa. We want to hear the story again. About that one captain.” The little girl excitedly hugs her grandfather’s legs, a level which she could only reach.

“Awww, you missed my stories more than me?” He teases her and that earned him a cute pout from the little girl.

“She misses your story, gramps. But I missed you.” The little boy cried out a little when he tried to reach his grandfather’s cigar, before he even noticed that he is already at his grandfather’s arms earning him a kiss.

“Ewwww. Grandpa. I am a big boy now. You shouldn’t be kissing me anymore.” Their grandfather laughed.

“So since you are a big boy, you do not want to hear my stories then?” Both of the kids fell silent and again noisily dragged their grandfather into the porch to tell them about their favorite story.

Both of the hyperactive children starts bickering loudly as to where they should sit when Grandpa Ackerman started to clear his throat as a signal that he will now begin his story.

The kids went silent and with wide eyes. They listened to their grandfather. Both of them in prone position and the back of their hands supporting their chins, attentively taking in all of their grandfather’s words into their imagination— giving them life.

And when they listened, the story goes like this:

Long ago, before the age of the titans. Before we were separated by the walls, women are beneath the society. They were never given education because their only purpose is to be a “wife”, to bring her family honor, to make her husband happy, and all of the things that would make you a submissive little person to the male species. They could never participate in war, one could never be a soldier, or even a scientist. They were never heard, not even once. Their only mistake was they were born a “woman”, emotionally & physically weak than men.

Hange Zoe is such a peculiar person. She was labeled as a weirdo in their little town. She does not follow rules, and a little liberated. She does not believe that a person should be caged or contained by how the society labels them. She is her own person. This is often the very reason as why she always fights with her mom. “You do not look like a girl your age?” “When will you start acting like a lady?” “Are you insane going out with people you do not even know?””Why the hell are you always with Moblit?”“It is not good for an unmarried woman to be seen with an unmarried man”. These lines were only triggered by their failed attempt to be matched to a suitable groom, and her mom’s word would go on and on till forever, and she will just tune it all out and forget them. Besides, Moblit is just a friend. Should society also put a label on who should be a friend and not?

Yes she knows, she would never be good at cooking like her younger sister Sasha, who had already been matched to the chef next village. She could never be as sassy and cool as Mikasa, who has also been match to the son of a noble Yeager Family next town. And here she is, nearing her 30s yet, unmatched and the matchmaker said she will never ever, not in her lifetime, be married. A badluck in their town. She is not even worried at the very least. She just laugh it all out and would tell that story to Sasha later. She knows her sister would just joke around that at least she will be forever be known as “The Oldmaid of Trost” who will eventually haunt kids through the stories passed from generation to generation.

There is that one person that she does not want to disappoint, her father. He would just look at her, and smile at her behind her mom’s ramblings. She knows that no matter what happens, her dad would understand. His dad values family so much. He understands the longing when one parts from a family the moment he returned from war a few years before. She was thankful for the years of peace after that war, because she had all the time in the world to spend it with her family. But despite the smile her father shows, she could see the sadness etched on his eyes. It might be because of the multitude of death he had witnessed? Or it might be because of the friends he had lost at the battlefield. Needless to say, she is thankful that his father is with them. He is at home. Their country is at peace.

Or so they thought.

#attack on titan #levihan #levihan au #reincarnation #eremika #moblit berner #mike zacharias #erwin smith #captain levi #hange zoe #levi ackerman #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager

[stevevans]

Protect You - J.P

So um I am very much in love with James Potter but there are no pics of him....if you know any good James writers pls send me their @’s, but it led me to write this so enjoy! 

Characters: James Potter, Y/N, Sirius Black, Alice Fortescue Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. 

Word Count: 1.1k 

Warnings: Cursing 

A/N: I haven’t been on Tumblr or writing fics for a while so feedback is very much appreciated! 

Requests: OPEN 

“Will you tell me about my Mum and Dad? You knew them better than anyone, and I have pictures, but nobody really ever tells me about them, they just dance around the subject.”

Harry asked his Godfather at the table quietly, not wanting to wake anyone else, Ron and Hermione beside him. Hermione was excited to soak up as much information on some of the finest Wizards Hogwarts had seen, while Ron wanted to know about all of the spells James had come up with. Harry just wanted to feel like he knew them, or of their love.

“James potter and y/n l/n, truly soulmates.”

Sirius’ voice was laced with love and melancholy, yet also backed by sadness, as it seemed to the trio listening.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥ 

“James!”

Your voice called out, trying to divert his attention from the rest of his friends, waving your hands in the air. When he finally saw you you were out of breath, jumping up and down as a smirk covered his face. Crossing your arms across your chest as he walked over, a smug look on his smug asshole face. He was quite the charmer, but you were determined to be angry at him and not fall victim to his charms this time.

“Yes my love?”

He leaned in for a kiss, earning a hand on his chest pushing him away.

“You seemed to forget to tell me what exactly happened at that Gryffindor versus Slytherin quidditch match Mr. Potter.”

His demeanor changed immediately, his hand going to rub at the back of his neck.

“You see Future Mrs. Potter, it was all just rubbish, whatever they told yo-.”

“James you almost died from what I was told!”

The dirty look you got from some passing Ravenclaw’s had not helped his case. Before he could utter another word you turned away from him. Scoffing as you turned and starting to walk away from him he begged you to stop. You refused to stop.

Your anger could only be concealed for such a small amount of time though, he had been careless and reckless and what if something happened? You could not bare to live without him, no matter how much you wanted to admit it, if he died you would break.

You were in love with James Fleamont Potter.

So, instead of dealing with him you ignored him for three more days, your anger starting to bubble over. Alice was tired of hearing you complain about him, and Sirius was tired of hearing James whine about how you weren’t talking to him. It wasn’t until you were alone in the gardens that he caught up to you thanks to an anonymous tip from a very annoyed Alice. Pulling on the sleeve of your robe he spun you around to face him. He used your surprise to his leverage, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you in, pressing his lips to yours.

You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You had missed him dearly, being mad at James was almost impossible, almost.

When you pulled away he rested his forehead on yours,

“I’m sorry my love. Padfoot thought it would be funny to plan out a whole theatrics, and I just went along with it. You were supposed to be there, giving me that signature y/n look when I got too out of control.” He was like a puppy dog, his eyes bore into you, carving out a spot in your heart.

“But I wasn’t, and what if something happens to me and I can not ever be there again? Will you just do stupid things until you die? We are in our last year at school, and pretty soon we are going to need to get jobs and be adults. James what if I am not always here?”

He had no idea why you were talking about this, pulling away from you, his hands moving up to grip onto your arms, almost shaking you.

“Are you insane? What the fuck do you mean without you? Not being here anymore? You’re talking like you’re dead, or that we’ll break up.”

“We could! You never know James! With the way everything is going what if I do die? What if I leave you and the baby alon-” Before you could stop yourself you let it spill, and there was no going back.

“What baby?” You were quiet, your head lowered as you trembled, part from the cold and part from fear of his reaction.

“What baby?” He repeated, “Are you pregnant?” It was more of a statement then a question, just him testing out the words on his tongue, yet you nodded nonetheless. You held your breath as he spoke, just wanting to hide. You could not lose him.

He lifted your face up to look at him, tears bubbling behind his eyes, damn those eyes.

“Did you think I would leave you or be mad?” Again you nodded, petrified at his response. Until suddenly he laughed deeply, picking you up and swirling you around.

“Do you know what this means y/n? We're gonna be parents! Real life parents! You and me. You have my baby in you, our baby. We're going to be the best parents! I have to tell Mum and Dad, and now I finally get to make you a real Potter. God Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail! Anything else can be damned right now. I’ll protect us, always.”

You forgot what you were even mad at in that moment, seeing his happiness radiating it transferred to you too, harshly pressing your lips back onto his, gripping his hair as you kissed. Only pulling away for air you smiled,

“Forever Potter.”

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥ 

Clearing his throat as to not cry Sirius nodded at Harry,

“And he did, protect you and your Mother. Until the very end, he refused to leave you two. He fought Voldemort until his last breath because he was protecting you both. If you know anything, know that they loved you more than you could ever comprehend, and the reason you’re alive is because of their love for one another and for you. I know they’re somewhere bickering over what colour they want their drapes in the afterlife to look like. They’ll ultimately go with Y/N’s idea because James only wants to see her happy.” 

#james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter x reader #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter au #marauders fanfiction #marauders imagine #marauders x reader

[ms-interpretation]

They are both so funny! Someone somewhere on tumblr described (jokingly) their relationship as being ‘Annoyed to lovers’. I love that take, I find it hilarious. I mean just look at Jeong Tae-eul’s face in the first screenshot when she’s just found the talisman. It just screams: “Are you actually serious?” and Lee Gon must know how strange he is coming across and just decides to... roll with it. I adore their dynamic. How Jeong Tae-eul is so straight-forward and Lee Gon so outrageously earnest. Tae-eul quickly becoming quite bothered by him during their interactions early on (wonder why? *cough* *cough*) and Lee Gon being so happy to have finally met her that he just decides to answer basically everything and anything she asks honestly and openly (the exception being his name) even though it makes him sound completely insane is all compelling stuff. In this scene Tae-eul outright teases him a lot. First about the talisman and then about the “monopoly” money. We see her get quite serious however when she asks him about why he told her "I finally get to meet you". She clearly felt his sincerity in that moment and wants to get to the bottom of what the hell is going on. To say that’s she’s taken aback is putting it mildly. She is quite frustrated by this whole situation and about this man in front of her who is seemingly spouting out nonsense, but who is simultaneously seeming to be incredibly earnest. You see her struggle with this paradox in their scene at the chicken place and while they’re in the bamboo forest as well. 

I would argue she feels something between them early on. There’s definitely some outright attraction. After he catches her off-guard with his compliment (”You look better in real life too”) the camera emulates her point of view and lingers on him as she is looking at him (he is hilariously framed in a very attractive manner in that scene). Then Tae-eul undercuts the moment as she tells him he looks like a criminal, however not before taking him aback by asking him why he is staring at her in a certain way (the implication being romantically). Lee Gon is even flustered for a moment in that scene (which is equally as hilarious as it is adorable). Tae-eul undercuts the moment deliberately, I would argue, to re-assert herself after having been flustered (I love her). A person on twitter has written some really great ‘meta-threads’ where they spell out some of the cultural subtext which cannot be fully translated through subtitles. An example is the “Will you continue talking down to me?” exchange. They bicker about how they are addressing each other (which has to do with who’s older and Korean speech levels). This adds to the emotional and somewhat flirtatious subtext of their interaction, an aspect slightly lost on international viewers. I have attached a link to the thread below. Tae-eul later teases Gon about how she might be older than him in episode nine, which can be argued is a fun continuation of their bickering here. I do think that some of the subtext in scenes like these might have been lost on the international audience (of which I’m part) at times due to the need to read subtitles + not having access to the characters’ tone through their use of language. Saying that however I don’t think that dramas should simplify their scripts to cater to international viewers (that would honestly be awful), but it can be worth keeping in mind when watching as an international viewer. Tae-eul is flustered by his compliment here, and then again when he compliments her at the hotel, but being the somewhat “tsundere”-like character she is she quickly hides it by basically insulting him instead. We see later that this slightly thorny aspect of Tae-eul is part of her personality, which at first glance may obfuscate her very passionate and kind character (her taking on KSJ’s bullies and telling him, somewhat rudely, to come back to the dojo springs to mind - I really like her). 

So two quite quick-witted and unapologetically straight-forward people meet and it all unsurprisingly ends up with them bickering a lot. One of the thing I like the best about their bickering is that it is really equal, neither of them simply “takes it”, so to speak, instead they respond in kind. This creates an air of honest reciprocity between them. Later in the episode stuff gets more serious. Tae-eul gets more and more genuinely annoyed by all the impossible things Gon keeps claiming. After he asks her if there might be a reason for her helping him, she doesn't respond. But she thinks back to that moment later. His lack of a name and the fact that his claims are genuinely insane becomes a bigger issue for her the more they get to know each other (i.e. the more they connect). Her frustration is quite understandable. Her well-honed instincts are basically at war with her rational mind and world-view (and she has started to like him, which makes it all personal). There’s not much Lee Gon can do however. We feel his frustration easily since we know that he’s telling the truth. It all results in their fairly cold goodbye in episode three. Then of course she misses him, and really starts to believe him. Resulting in their quite emotional reunion in episode four. It is so great that in episode five she continues to tease him after she arrives in the Kingdom and finally seeing that everything he has claimed is true. Why? Because it furthers their relationship instead of resetting it. It is also an indication that Tae-eul’s slightly ‘thorny’ attitude is part of her personality and not simply a consequence of her being annoyed with him. She starts to realize just how much she likes him in episode five and six but she also freaks out a little, because she's more emotionally guarded. Which is why after she first opens up, expressing admiration for him and apologizing for leaving him alone, she then states that she cannot compete with a person from his world (expressing some insecurity. I’ll write more about that scene later). Lady Noh’s warning words are fresh in her mind. Back in the Republic however, after missing him and being worried she finally decides to embrace her love for him when he returns. 

Let’s talk about the first mention of the Royal Ancestral Shrine. Lady Noh is referred to here as Tae-eul finds the talisman planted in Lee Gon’s wallet. A talisman which states it purpose as finding love for the recipient. This because Lady Noh is, as she stated in episode one, adamant of finding Lee Gon a Queen so that he can fulfill his duty as King (which entails providing the Kingdom with an heir). This talisman and this mention of the Royal Ancestral Shrine foreshadows this aspect of the plot and is brought up again later in episode 16. Where Lady Noh brings it up, hinting that Lee Gon and Jeong Tae-eul might marry in a year (‘completing’ the Royal Ancestral Shrine as she put it). A very nice person on soompi explained this for me. She also makes Lee Gon bring a talisman with him as he goes off to have a weekend with Tae-eul. Later on they find themselves back in the Kingdom, almost like the talisman (which Lee Gon accepted this time around which indicates his change of heart from episode one) have deliberately brought them back to the Kingdom to lightly push them to move forward in their relationship. One can definitely argue that it’s technically FateKid’s doing. A very good meta which has written about this in particular is linked below, this blog has a lot of really great posts about TKEM. I would highly recommend it. 

Lee Gon’s amused expression in the last screenshot is such a funny beat, especially in addition to Jeong Tae-eul’s disbelieving expression after she’s found the talisman and her subsequent “Good Luck”. I do so love the comedy in this show. It works so well with the quite grounded characters Lee Gon and Jeong Tae-eul are. 

Link one (spells out some subtext easily lost on international viewers): https://twitter.com/jungpilot/status/1304404562896277505?s=21

Link two (talks about FateKid and LG’s and JTE’s future and more): https://bitchesoverdramas.com/2020/06/16/the-king-ep-16-the-happy-ending/

#the king eternal monarch #the king: eternal monarch #lee gon #jeong tae eul #I really appreciate how LMH and KGE are so great at comedy in scenes like these #it would be easy to go too far which neither of them do thankfully #tkem meta

[imagine-that]

Target

Warnings: none

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Gryffindor!reader

AN: I love the twins with all my heart but I have a very special place for Fred, he’s my bby and I’m still in denial of his death 🙂. Also figured I would post a fluffy imagine as opposed to the HEARTBREAK I posted last night for the Marauders.

“Fred! George!” You cried out, storming down the halls, a trail of Gryffindor red dust flying off of you at every turn.

Though you were often fine with their pranks and usually let them slide, this one was too much. Your hair was turning a fiery red, your skin was tinged and every inch of your uniform was dusted in red.

“Well hello y/n, what might we do for you?” One of the twins asks as he appears by your side out of nowhere. You screech in fear, a hand flying to your chest instinctively to calm your racing heart. Soon enough, the other appears, making you scream yet again.

“Care to explain?” You ask, gesturing up and down at your figure.

“Well it would appear that you’re covered in some sort of red dust. Might want to get that cleaned up. You are the Prefect after all.” The other sing songs, and in that quick second of him talking, you know it’s Fred.

“You two are both dead, especially you Fred!” You growl, pointing an accusatory finger his way.

He puts a hand over his chest with a dramatic gasp, making you roll your eyes.

“So many years together and you still can’t tell us apart y/l/n?” He asks, feigning hurt.

“Don’t even try it Fred.” You breath a laugh of disbelief, narrowing your eyes at him.

The two look at you in shock, having never had anyone so surely differentiate them from each other.

“Detention again I take it?” They ask in sync, a smile on both their lips.

“Just- stop prank bombing me and I’ll forget about it.” You sigh. They nod quickly, but you know this won’t be the last prank they pull on you.

———————————————————

A little over a week later, you’re proven correct.

You trudge out into the common room, your face burning with fury.

“Weasleys!” You shriek. All of the red headed family looks up in surprise, looking at you in even more shock when they see your hair, now a very vibrant shade of y/f/c.

“Not all of you. Those two.” You breath, pointing a shaking finger at the twins. Once again, they act completely shocked.

“Corridor. Now.” You say as calmly as you can muster, walking outside the room and trying to regain your normal composure. They slowly follow behind, both looking a mix of scared and amused.

You cross your arms over your chest impatiently.

“The both of you are the worst.” You groan, tugging at strands of your hair as they step through the painting frame.

“I must say, I think it looks bloody brilliant.” Fred says proudly but you’re too busy fuming to notice the fond expression on his features.

“How am I supposed to go to class like this?” You moan.

“Well, it’s not as if it’s against dress code.” George shrugs with a grin.

You raise an eyebrow at the both of them. “You mean go to class like this? Isn’t that a bit mental?” You ask, biting your lip, your anger slowly dissolved.

“Not at all. In fact, it’ll turn heads.” George says with a smirk.

Fred nods in agreement. “Some might even say it’s breathtaking.” He says with a smile.

“And I wasn’t breathtaking before?” You ask teasingly, your spirits slightly lifted.

“Oh no. You were actually quite ghastly looking before really.” He says sarcastically, a playful glimmer in his eyes.

“How have you two gits not yet been expelled exactly?” You quip back.

Again in sync, they shrug. “Beats us.” They reply together.

“With much discretion?” George offers.

“And much secrecy?” Fred adds.

You laugh, almost snorting at the response. “The two of you? Discreet? As if.” You say, still giggling.

They take one look at each other and shrug, obviously knowing that you are indeed correct.

“You see?” You ask with a smile.

“Think you know us better than we know ourselves there y/l/n?” Fred asks with another grin.

You roll your eyes. “I probably do but whatever. Just stop with the pranks. Let me at least have the chance to pretend I have no clue what the two of you do around the school.” You say sternly, walking away before either can say another thing to you.

“Breathtaking eh Fred?” George teases with a smirk once he knows you’re all the way down the hall.

Fred gently shoves him, sighing to himself. “Shut up George.” He laughs.

The two bicker back and forth jokingly, walking back into the Gryffindor common room together.

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You had decided to leave your hair the colour the boys had dyed it, getting plenty of stares from your fellow students and prefects but choosing to ignore them.

Within the month, people finally stopped asking about it, actually growing used to the colour change.

“Hello there y/n.” Fred says with his usual smirk as he sits down next to you in the library, surprisingly with an actual book in hand.

“Afternoon Fred. Where’s your other half? Surely you didn’t lose him?” You tease, looking up from your own book.

“No not at all. He has some studying of his own to do I’m afraid.” He responds, flitting through the pages out of boredom.

You eye him out of suspicion, unsure of what to do. Lately the only time he talked to you was to prank you. It made you a tiny bit paranoid.

“Relax y/n, we know when to take breaks from our tricks.” He assures you without looking up.

“Of course.” You mutter sarcastically.

“We are! That one was enough to last a while. With you at least.” He says, gently touching your hair and sending a shiver down your spine.

“Ah yes, it was a good one I suppose.” You admit with a small smile escaping your lips.

“I trust I got your favourite colour right?” He asks with a toothy grin.

You eye him, pleasantly surprised that he knows anything about you at all. Slowly you nod, your mouth still open in shock.

“Why so surprised? I do try to know at least something about my fellow Gryffindors. Especially the best prefect we could have.” He says, his smile widening and his eyes sparkling happily.

The two of you sit in silence, looking down at your own books until finally he breaks the silence.

“So, how goes the love life? Got anyone special around here?” He asks playfully.

You guffaw, a grin on your face.

“No, not at all.” You reply honestly.

“That’s a pity. People don’t know what they’re missing.” He comments, to your relief not noticing your surprised gaze on him.

“Yes well... I suppose maybe one day in my dreams I’ll meet the perfect person.” You sigh, smiling softly to yourself at the idea.

“You must be dreaming then because I’m sitting right here.” He says, an exaggerated wink your way.

You laugh, an even wider smile blossoming on your face along with a blush.

The two of you quiet down again, refocusing on your respective homework.

——————————————————

Against your many outbursts, reactions and screaming, the twins continued to pull their pranks on you, making your blood boil and your heart race for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Finally, a week before the fifth years had their O.W.L.S, you had fully had enough. Your stress levels had gone up and your patience wore thin.

You’d been helping the young exam takers study, feeling pity for them as you saw them looking almost physically ill from the stress.

Suddenly, as you helped one of them finally figure out the answer to their hardest problem, the twins apparated to your side, spilling water all over you.

“For heavens sake!” You scream, wiping off your face as the younger students stifle their giggles.

“You look like you could use a little help there y/n.” Fred says as he offers you a towel. You snap it out of his hand, dabbing at your face with it.

“I’m so sick of this! Detention, both of you!” You order, pushing past everyone up to your dorm and letting the door slam behind you as you collapse onto your bed and start crying.

You weren’t really sure what the reason was. It might’ve been that you figured Fred only liked you as a pranking target or it might’ve been all the stress. All you knew was you were crying in that moment.

A little while later, a soft knock at the door gets you to your feet, trudging over and pulling it open.

“Fred said he would like to speak to you.” Hermione informs you, taking in your drenched uniform with a look of sympathy.

“Of course he is.” You sigh. “Thanks Hermione.” You add with a grateful smile. She nods before walking back downstairs.

You quickly change out of your wet clothes, leaving your hair to air dry as you walk cautiously down the stairs to find Fred and only Fred sitting at a table in the common room.

“What is it you wanted?” You ask tiredly.

“Come with me.” He says simply, grabbing you by the hand before you can protest, pulling you through the painting at the door and down the many staircases and out into the courtyard.

“Where’s George? Waiting for your signal?” You ask dryly, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

“Y/n...” He starts, putting a finger under your chin and pulling your head up to look at him.

“Yes?” You ask impatiently.

He takes a deep breath, staying silent for a moment. You look over at him, noticing his unusual, almost nervous composure for the first time.

“This better be good, I’m bloody freezing.” You murmur, a smile tugging at both of your lips as you look into each other’s eyes.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours for a tender kiss, making your eyes widen in shock.

You pull apart, you staring at him for a minute and him looking like he didn’t even know he what he just did.

“Well... you could’ve just done that instead of the pranks.” You say, two fingers pressing to your lips where the feeling of his own still lingers.

He laughs, glancing over at you with a smile.

“Merlin y/n, I was terrified of doing it.” He admits.

“But not of me bloody killing you?!” You shout, staring at him as though he’s gone insane.

“Nah, I reckon your life’d be too dull without George and I, you’d never go through with it.” He says with another grin.

You shake your head, laughing as you bury it into your hands.

“Merlin I can’t decide whether to kiss you or push you off a bridge.” You say, still laughing.

“Can I choose?” He asks, with a smirk.

You laugh a little harder, glancing over at him admiringly.

“You’re relentless.” You giggle, burying your face in your hands.

He moves in closer, wrapping an arm and a bit of his robe around you, resting his head on top of your own.

Your eyebrow quirks up, questioning his motives silently.

“You did say you were cold.” He shrugs with a sheepish smile, something you never once thought you’d see on Fred of all people. He was always loud, confident and daring. It was strange for you to be seeing him calm and nervous, vulnerable.

“Why yes, yes I did.” You smile, kissing him again.

“Well I see you made that decision then?” He asks playfully, making you scoff.

“Ugh I don’t know why I fancy you.” You groan, resting your head on his shoulder.

He laughs a bit. “Perhaps because it’s me we’re talking about here?” He asks, a smug look on his face.

“Yes perhaps that’s why.” You agree sarcastically, standing up and holding out your hand for him to follow. “If we aren’t in bed soon Percy may find us.” You explain, pulling him along with you as he had done earlier.

“Oh yes, Percy the prefect.” He says sarcastically, a mocking grin on his face.

“Oh shush, you know I’m also a prefect.” You snap back with a grin of your own.

“Yes but you’re the better prefect. The perfect prefect!” He whispers.

“Very cheesy Weasley, I must say.” You tease.

He chuckles, the two of you sneaking back to the portrait as quietly and inconspicuously as possible.

You sit on the sofa, sinking right into it with Fred right next to you, content with just being close to each other.

“Are these pranks going to stop now? Because though I may look good in y/f/c, my hair can’t take anymore.” You ask with an eyebrow quirked, your mouth set in a line to try and intimidate him.

He grins again, a mischievous look on his face. “Perhaps.” He says vaguely, making you groan.

“You know, there are other people to prank.” You offer hopefully.

“Oh yes but there’s only one y/n y/l/n.” He argues, pecking your lips.

“Very sweet but I’d hardly call that an apology.” You say with a half smile.

He hums in thought, obviously messing with you as he pretends to contemplate it.

“You may have to work harder for that one I’m afraid.” He says, his teeth glinting with the grin he flashes you.

You scoff, tossing one of the cushions nearest to you at him and wondering what could possibly be in store for you with this red headed prankster.

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The Proposal | Chapter Two

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Summary: The Proposal™ au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that he’s genuinely engaged to a woman he works with

Warnings: Mild swearing, dickish behavior

Word Count: 2,085

That’s how you found yourself sitting down for a meeting next to your boss, pretending the two of you were in love and set to get married. You were more outwardly nervous than him and your leg was bouncing. It made a quiet but consistant tap on the floor.

“Will you cut that out,” Ivar snapped.

You stopped bouncing your foot and glared at him. “I’m nervous.” It wasn’t a voluntary action but it helped with the nerves. Your head tilted up to the ceiling. The office was small and the two of you sat in chairs next to each other. Across from you was an empty desk. The case worker wasn’t here yet. Was this normal? It was 10 am but felt much earlier, and the silence was so loud. The two of you never had normal conversations.

“Don’t be, it’s annoying.”

Did he expect you to remain a calm worker under these conditions? It wasn’t like he could fire you. Both of you risked losing if you didn’t stick around. It felt like a sick game of chicken. “How can I not be? We’re here because you—“

The conversation was cut short by the metal door opening. It felt like a prison, as if the two of you were being detained and Ivar didn’t even want to discuss a game plan. He had actually rolled his eyes when you asked for one.

The man was dressed in a black suit and tie, his hair was short and his face shaven. “Shall we begin?” He lacked pleasantries and it only added to your growing paranoia. There was no handshake or introduction. The man jumped into it. Immediately you felt yourself zoning in and out. Half the time you were thinking too much to listen and the other half was spent committing it to memory.

Ivar nodded confidently, evening out to a neutral. How were you supposed to project that same level of confidence? He appeared so unbothered and you stuck out like a sore thumb. The interviewer took notice. “Step one will be a scheduled interview and I’ll ask you every little question a real couple would know about each other.”

That was easy. You already knew way too much about the man. He shoved off too much personal responsibilities onto you that he didn’t want to do. You even wrote his Christmas cards at this point.

“Step two, I dig deeper, I look at your phone records, I talk to your neighbors, interview your coworker.”

The two of you didn’t have a story. The two of you communicated often for work but they weren’t out to anyone. Well— technically the two of you didn’t have a relationship to be out about. You glance over at Ivar who didn’t bother to look back at you. He seemed so eerily calm while all you could do was panic.

You were pretty sure you missed something important by the time you glanced back to the interviewer. Did you miss his name? Did he even offer one? Your leg began to bounce again.

“If your answers don’t match up at every point. You will be deported indefinitely,” he looked at Ivar, “and you will have committed a felony. Punishable by a fine of 250,000 dollars and a stay of 5 years in federal prison.” His gaze turned to you and you froze.

The sound of your heart beating drowned out whatever the man said next. It didn’t take long for both men to notice. You were in too deep. You couldn’t do this! Why did you even bother agreeing?

“Y/N?” The interviewer asked.

You couldn’t handle prison. You never even got into a fight before in your life. You’ve seen prison shows, they’re always fighting. They’d eat you alive.

“Y/N, do you want to talk to me?”

Ivar elbowed you harsh but discreetly. His blue eyes were intense and it brought you back to your reality. You had already spent three years working for him. Another two at the company. Being fired wasn’t an option and you’ve been dying to get promoted since you came there. If you could pull it off... what’s three years on paper? You blinked and nodded your head.

“You do?”

“Wait no— I mean I don’t.” You took a deep breath and held it. This man had to see right through it from the moment he walked in.

“The truth is…” you glanced at Ivar, “we’re just two people who weren’t meant to fall in love. But we did. Six months ago. We weren’t going to come out to our coworkers, not until we didn’t think they’d judge us,” your face was red and you found yourself staring down into your lap as you played with your fingers. “Especially with my promotion coming up.”

You paused, trying to see if what you said convinced him at all. “So, have either of you told your parents about your… secret love?” The interviewer wrote down notes onto a notepad.

“Oh, um, impossible. My parents are dead,” you admitted casually with an awkward laugh. “No brothers or sisters either. You can check if you want—“

“I will.”

The silence was deafening.

“What about you, Ivar? Are yours dead?”

Ivar scoffed at the mention of his family. It was clear to you that on some level he truly thought he was above being here. How could he be so casual?

You decided to cut in, “no. We were going to tell them this weekend. It’s his father’s birthday. The whole family is coming together. We thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

Once the lies began it was hard to stop them. But the event was true but Ivar’s attendance wasn’t. He had you tell them he wasn’t going. But as you spoke you got more confident.

“And where exactly is this going to take place?” The man was quizzing you.

“Aalborg, Denmark. It’s located along Kattegat Bay,” you replied. Ivar’s face twitched in surprise that you knew it at all. Your face never quite calmed down and kept a pinkish hue.

The interviewer stared intently at you, searching for signs.

“That’s right,” Ivar cut in, trying to save you.

“Isn’t Denmark a little far?”

“Well it’s not like I have a visa to lose at this point,” Ivar rolled his eyes.

The interviewer shrugged. “Next Friday at 10am, I expect you both to be here for the scheduled interviews.”

—

“What was your fucking problem? You may as well have worn a sign that we’re trying to commit a felony?”

You were floored. Did he actually want to start things off like this. “Like you were much better? You looked pissed off and detached! If you wanted better results maybe you should’ve interjected more.”

“It was fun to watch you flounder until I realized your actions have consequences,” he shrugged casually. What was wrong with him? “And now Mr. Harold Millington is going to be lurking through my family.” Oh that’s what the man’s name was. Had it shared that? Did you actually miss it?

“Just tell your family then. Have them lie.” If they were anything like Ivar then being manipulative should be in their nature.

Ivar rubbed the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. “They wouldn’t agree to it.” It meant they had to go. That created the new fact that you had sentenced the both of them on a trip to Denmark. It was that or he gets sent home forever and you’re in federal prison. “How did you even know that?”

“Know what?”

“About my father’s birthday.”

“You had me send them condolences,” you crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. “I actually know a ton of things about you. It’s you who has a week to learn everything about me.”

He stood before you in his bitterness. He didn’t deny your statement. It was one thing to have marriage papers and never speak of it again for three years and another to pretend to his family that he was in an actual relationship. His mor had wanted it forever now. “Book the flights, since you’re so used to doing everything for me.”

You had a laundry list of people to contact and he expected you to book flights? Your gut instinct was to tell everyone the truth and convince them to lie to the authorities, but that seemed a little much to ask. “It’s your home, why don’t you book them?”

The two of you continued to bicker when the interviewer from earlier stepped out of the building. The two of you immediately silenced as Millington walked by, “remember. Deportation and federal prison. It’s not too late to come clean.”

The smug look on his face pissed you off. You watched the man walk further away and down the block. “I may not like you, Ivar, but I like you more than that guy,” you said bitterly as your eyes remained trained on the agent in the distance.

“At least we agree on that.”

“I want him to feel like a moron.”

“So then let’s do that,” Ivar’s words caught your attention as you glanced back to him. “He knows the truth but if we make it rock solid he’ll have no choice. It’ll drive him insane.”

You laughed, “I probably should’ve guessed your favorite pass time was belittling people and making them regret their life choices.”

“I liked you better when you just delivered coffee,” Ivar responded. The same anger from earlier was gone but that didn’t stop Ivar from starting to walk away from you. You were left standing, irrationally angry at that decision. Civilities were out the window. He had nothing over you anymore. Neither could pull the plug. And he’s been on your nerves for a while. How did you ever find that man attractive?

“Goodbye to you too, asshole!”

—

“I’m coming back for the week,” Ivar held the phone to his ear, waiting for his mother’s response. If he was being honest he was actually a little nervous about it. He actually loved his mother. The rest of them were hit or miss. But he hadn’t been back home in a long time.

“Really?”

The excitement in her voice got to him, not that he’d confess it. “I was going to introduce my girlfriend to you guys.” He hated lying.

“You have a girlfriend?” He hadn’t even mentioned the idea of one to her in forever. Not since he left Denmark for the last time. She’d been pestering forever. “Since when did you get a girlfriend?”

“Mor—“ he took a deep breath and sighed, “she works for me.”

“Oh— so it’s one of those situations.”

Was she judging him already? “Just be prepared for her.” He noticed the dip in her voice and he bit hard on his bottom lip.

“Your father is going to be so happy to have you home.” Aslaug started to talk more about it. He was surprised she wasn’t fuming at the mention of his old man. It occurred to him then that maybe his family missed him more than he realized. She was already making plans, doting on him for finding someone and talking about how relieved she is that her son found someone. “Hey Ivar— is she beautiful?” He was brought out of his thoughts by the question.

Were you? He already knew the answer. You were. It wasn’t a crazy thought. Ivar always thought you were beautiful. From the moment you walked into his office the first day holding a cup of his favorite coffee— how you ever found out before meeting him he’ll never know. It’s what told him you were beyond him. There was a hint of too much perfection that he had immediately felt anger. That anger eventually settled to annoyance.

But if he actually hated you he probably would’ve fired you by now. The issue is that you’d never genuinely go for him. He had his own love life of sorts, money speaks for itself, he could get laid. What he couldn’t get was more, who would genuinely date him? It was easier to resent than pine.

“Yes.”

Aslaug laughed on the other end, “you took a little long there to respond, Ivar.”

“Sorry— she is, mor, I’m just busy with some work. I’ll call you before the plane leaves.”

“Please do. Oh, and Ivar, dear. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

—

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Veda Adaar, Life after Bull

Victory. Triumph. Glory. Pride. What we usually feel when we win a battle. The quiet grief of cutting down lives, regardless of how worthy they are of death, but the warm joy, knowing we saved someone or something or everyone or everything from a grand or small evil.

Victory.  We stood on the balcony, crowded together, together again for the first time in years. Thom and Sera, Divine Victoria’s watchful eyes, Cassandra and Varric’s constant disdainful flirting, Cole and Maryden’s quiet affection, Dorian and Vivienne both wine drunk trading insults, the quiet acknowledgement of a friendship that grew against both of their wills. Josephine and Cullen arguing, treating the terrace like battlements, more performative as they both know the end is closer than the beginning. Solas, our own personal god, long-gone into the eluvian. We’re all here, we’re all together. All of us, but Bull.

Triumph. The weeks have passed, a quick and effective rebuke from the Arishok, King Alistair and Empress Celene accept it quietly, no time for war with another battle floating above us in the air. Back at Skyhold, a skeleton crew, these days just Harding and me spend our time in the battle room, staring at maps; Leliana’s other protégés are always off on missions. Sera pops by every now and then to see Dagna with bees and trinkets and little things to remind me that she’s never really gone. The best day, or the worst depending on the audience, Sera and Dagna came up to my room, giggling, presented me with a crossbow for where my arm ought to be. “Widdle’s a wizard, yeah! You’ll be on rooftops sticking it to people too big for their breeches in no time!” I thanked them, and sent them away. This is love, at least for Sera. Her love is violence and showy maneuvers, dancing with both hands and feet shaking about.

Glory. Josephine writes me letters, telling me to eat, to ask Cullen to write back. After a few months, she finally pens, “I know I am no longer your formal ambassador, but as your informal friend I find it painful to admit what has been sung in the inns and halls. Bards have taken your loss and turned it into song. Unlike what Maryden had composed, these are unfortunately mocking in nature. People have taken the final act and written it as the whole narrative, my lady. A play premiered in Val Royeux putting you at the center of the conflict, as the one who allowed it to happen. If you desire, I can put an end to this. Divine Victoria recommended assassins, but I’ve temporarily dispelled her more primal desires. Likewise, Mr. Arainai also reached out, grateful for the assistance you had given him evading the Crows. I similarly told him no. Above all, regardless of what action we take, I want you to know I am sorry. You’ve lost much, suffered more than so many of us. I’m sorry, Veda. I love you.”  It wasn’t unexpected, bards sing, playwrights write. They tell the tales people want to hear. Immortalizing betrayal has always turned them into legends.

Pride. A cold morning, one with little to be done, Charter and Rector off in Nevarra, the crows neither coming or going, Lace came into my room, “Sorry to bother you, V, we’ve got a vistor.”

“Avoidable?” I ask.

“What an impossibly rude question, darling.” I looked up from my desk and saw her horns pointing from the stairway.

“Oh, Vivienne, I wasn’t expecting you,” I said. I don’t stop the smile on my face. For all our differences, we’d become like sisters. On her best days, she’d fawn over me like a mother.

“That’s Grand Enchanter now, My Lady Inquisitor.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” Lace said, excusing herself. I waited to hear the door close, then the other. Vivienne stood, graceful and stoic as ever. A few more moments of silence, then she broke into a smile. She took off her hat, placed it on the sofa, and walked towards me, arms splayed.

“Oh, my dear, how I’ve missed you!” I stood up, robes draping and hiding me.

I leaned into her hug, resting my head on hers. “Grand Enchanter, really Viv?”

“One must keep appearances, darling. Besides, imagine if Bull heard you call me…” She heard it as it left her mouth. “Oh, my sweet, I’m so sorry. While we should have anticipated his betrayal, I know the loss must weigh on you heavily.” She nestled further into my chest. I breathed out, for a moment just Veda, not the Inquisitor, not the betrayed lover, not the important person forced upon me. I was mortal, Vashoth, tall and strong and being hugged by someone who loved me enough to allow me to be small and weak. We settled onto the couch. I pulled my legs in front of me

“You know better than anyone. I remember, I was there when you lost Bastien.”

“And I was there when you lost the Iron Bull,” she sighed. “We are sisters in grief, as well as sisters in victory. We’re sisters in success, although your’s has had its struggles as of late. I assume the Divine told you of the bards?”

“Josephine.”

“The Nightingale sending a gentler songbird. Wise.”

“I assumed it would happen. Charter brought back the lyrics and playbook from what she considered the more consumable tales,” I said.

“They’re vile, darling. I offered the services of the Circle. The Divine declined. I assumed she had sent assassins.”

“No, I turned down the offers.”

“You’re losing political capital, my dear. If you want to return to the world, recruit who you need to defeat Solas, you’ll need allies. New allies, old allies. It will require quite the force and connections. You know you have the Circle, as much as we can politically sacrifice in this turbulent time,” she said.

“It isn’t the first thing on my mind, at the moment,” I said.

“And why not darling? If you choose to remain in obscurity at some point it will no longer be a choice.”

 It’s spring, it is the last night at Skyhold before we leave for the Exalted Council. Cullen and Josephine have been up bickering most the evening, finally put to rest. I settle into my room, sitting at my desk, twiddling my pen. My bag is packed, the horses are ready. The door creaks open. I don’t look up, I can smell him from here. Even after a bath he smells like home, smoky and warm. “Hey, Kadan.”

“Hey,” I say, “they finished?”

“Well, Cullen is now arguing with Cabot which gave me enough time to get the serving girls to feed Josephine. She wanted to get back to bickering, but I asked her if the itinerary had been checked. So I think they’re fine for now.”

“They’re just worried about tomorrow, the coming weeks. It’s normal,” I say,

“You’re the one who grew up with humans. They worry too much, but it makes them easy to work with. Like clay.” I smile and look back down at my papers. “Enough work, Kadan. You can’t do anything more today.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you going to make me?” I smirk.

“Oh, is this what we’re doing?”

“Oh you didn’t know?” I laugh. “I thought you knew it all, everything I needed, Ben-Hassrath training, remember?” He smiles and walks towards me, I slide back in my seat and he scoops me up.

In bed, his heart pumps slow and heavy in his chest. I trace his body with my hands, his arm around me. Our horns rub against each other, small grooves from the years of lying here together. “Better?” He asks.

“What do you think?”

“I know. I just want to know if you know.” I lean up and kiss him.

“Yes, better.” He smells better when he’s sweaty. Something about those early days, seeing him tear through crowds, watching his arms lift and push those heavy swords and axes. Long before, when the Chargers still existed, when he wasn’t just my man, but their man.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, you know,” I say. For a moment, he’s silent, sitting in the grief.

“You made the right choice. You made the only choice. You led like a Qunari.”

“It shouldn’t have been my choice. I should have let you decide,” I say.

“No,” He says, clipped. “You are the Inquisitor. It was your decision, to keep the alliance or lose it. You made history. You stopped a batshit insane darkspawn from destroying the world.”

“I could have stopped him anyway,” I say.

“We don’t know that. The Tamassrans used to say, ‘When there are no right choices, the right decision is the one you make and the one you live with.’” I nestle into his chest.

“I’m happy the Qunari have kept you here.”

“Me too, Kadan.”

“I love you, Bull.” He pulls me closer into him. For a moment, I wonder if he’s crying.

 “I don’t want you to be angry, Viv,” I said.

"Oh what now darling? First you go into solitude like a hermit, what’s next?” I put my legs down and pulled my robes back. “What’s this?” She looked, at first with curiosity, then her eyes widened. “Veda, oh Veda, are you?”

My eyes well, “Yeah, Viv. I am.”

She covers her mouth, the first time I’ve seen her truly shocked. “And is it…?” With that question, the tears fall. The heavy sobs wrack my chest and Vivienne crawls towards me, arms draped around my shoulders and I cry into her chest. “Oh darling, of course you’ve been distracted.” She rubs the back of my head, stroking my neck as I calm down. “Should I ask Harding for some tea? Juice? No wine, of course.” I shake my head. “Oh dear. Who all knows?”

I swallow and trap my tears in my chest. “So far you, Leliana, Thom, and Cassandra. Lace knows, and she’s kept questions from Charter and Rector to a minimum.”

“You haven’t told Josephine?”

“How could I? What could I possibly say, ‘Oh yes, enjoy your new career in Antiva! By the way, I’m carrying the betrayer’s child! Send my love to Yves and Yvette!’”

“I don’t think keeping it secret is much wiser, my dear. People will know, especially once the child is here. Do the Qunari know?” She asked.

“As far as Leliana’s sources know, no. Bull was loyal to the end, they had no reason to think he’d do this, especially when it hadn’t happened in the years before.”

“When did this happen?”

“Right before we left for the Exalted Council,” I said.

“Oh.”

“I know,” I said. “He must have known. I can’t decide if this was kindness or cruelty.”

“What’s that line he always said, darling? ‘When it’s a hostile target, you give them what they want. When it’s someone you care about, you give them what they need.’”

The tears well again. My hands slide to swollen belly. “It isn’t what I wanted. I had never even considered it. He was Qunari enough that I knew we’d never have a family.”

She reached a hand towards my belly, “May I?” I sniffed and nodded. She placed her hands on my stomach, on top of my own hands. “If this isn’t what you wanted, then it must have been what he thought you needed.”

  “He couldn’t have known we’d win. He fought like he meant it. He struck me with his blade. He wasn’t fighting to lose.” The anger and grief mixed in my throat.

“He wasn’t, he never did, darling. But he knew you. He knew us. He knew you’d bring me and Cassandra. He knew what the Qunari could and couldn’t do. He believed in you, at the end. Just as he had at the beginning, my dear.” I took a hand from my belly and moved it to the outside of my horn, the groove still there from the years spent lying together.

“I’m not planning on bringing  my child into the public life. We’ll have a few years, at least, presuming we aren’t all destroyed by Solas,” I said.

“Shh, no reason to worry about that right now, darling. We have today’s troubles and tomorrow’s troubles.” She sat back and blinked away her own tears. “I’ve never been an aunt before. I’ll of course send over a suite of clothes and supplies from Val Royeux.”

 I wipe my eyes and smile, “Are you going to be an aunt or a Grandma’am?”

"Oh you miserable louse, how dare you?” She said, the tears finally pouring from her eyes.

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how would you do a percy jackson adaptaion?

okay, so I know this is a controversial opinion right off the bat: I really don’t think it should be an animated series.

A large part of the appeal of the series is that it’s a fantasy series set very very firmly in reality. Literally, apart from the camps, you could go to every location hit in the books. Riordan mentions specific streets, buildings and landmarks, and that was cool when I first read them. I remember being a kid and waiting for him to set a scene in a place near where I lived! I remember trips to New York and being able to envision an epic war happening in the streets. So I think any adaption needs to be live action just to keep that same feeling alive, while I’m not knocking on animation, I just feel like taking the story out of real life would make it loose a little of the charm. Like, the scene where Manhattan is completely frozen in time? It would be haunting to see that in real life, but I feel like it would be less impactful if it didn’t…you know…look real? The series should be done in a way that makes you truly feel like you could just turn a corner and walk straight into a snake woman going about her day. 

Now: another large part of the appeal of the series is how funny it is, but a lot of that…is Percy’s inner monologue. He doesn’t actually voice most of it, there was even a book where Annabeth described him as being quiet. So, I think the best way to work around this: make it Interview With A Demigod. 

Imagine it’s got an interview with a vampire-esque setup- and this even works because within the riordanverse, the books canonically exist because Percy sat down with a ‘camp scribe’ and had his quests recorded. So, like, this isn’t even entirely out of left field. But just imagine, a college-aged, maybe a little older Percy, I can see it so clearly in my head, he’s wearing a sweatshirt that at first glance looks like it says NYU but a trained eye will see it actually says NRU for a camp jupiter easter egg, he’s sitting in some dinky little diner (maybe it can even be a monster donut or something with a clever greek myth related name) with a guy who’s recording the conversation on some old-ass tape recorder that keeps acting up but they can’t record on a phone because of the whole technology thing. Every now and then it’ll cut back to them to get some great Percy thoughts out there. They open with older Percy saying the ‘look, I didn’t wanna be a halfblood’ and then explaining where he was when the whole mess started. Once he get’s to “was I a troubled kid?” the screen fades from older Percy to 12 year old Percy getting in a fight with Nancy and her gang, and the voice over says the ‘Yeah, you could say that’ part as we see him get threatened by the principal to behave on the field trip. Boom, we’ve got an opening. Lowkey….I’m seeing Jordan Fisher as older Percy, but I’m not 100% married to the idea. 

And before anyone tries to argue that showing an older Percy would spoil he’s not gonna die in last olympian- like, reading the books, we all knew he wasn’t going to die. It was a first person narrative and he was consistently speaking in past tense lmao like we Knew he was gonna make it. We still enjoyed the series. It won’t ruin anything.

I want part of the score of the adaptation to be instrumental versions of songs from the musical, I think that could be a sweet nod to that team. 

They really need to nail camp halfblood. I know that goes without saying, but in order to keep the pacing of the story decent we can’t spend as much time falling in love with it like we got to with the book. The book is like, 24 chapters and the quest starts at chapter 12- for a movie or tv show, that’s just gonna feel like it’s dragging. So, the insanity of the camp needs to smack you in the face right away, and then it needs to endear itself to the viewers quickly after that. Don’t try to ease the viewers (or Percy) into the mythology is real thing, rip it off like a bandaid. He’s on his way to meet Chiron and Mr. D for the first time and even if he’s not comprehending what he’s seeing, there’s nature spirits and harpies all around going about their day. Hestia waves at him and then disappears into the flames. Hecate kids can be seen casting a spell on the porch of the Hermes cabin. The Stolls are seen pranking some Aphrodite kids. He sees someone surely die on the climbing wall but then you hear a faint ‘I’m okay!’. The Apollo kids put a rhyming curse on another cabin. Pure chaos all before he gets the ‘so, gods are real’ speech. And then after that…show how warm Luke is to him at the cabin and at dinner. Show the kids all goofing off at the campfire and really make it clear that they’re children. Show the strawberry fields rolling in the wind and Percy sitting on the beach. The whole couple weeks where he’s searching for powers and learning greek and latin with Annabeth can be a montage. Make it clear how hurt and scared he is when he finds out he needs to leave.

It needs to really get you feeling how Percy’s feeling, every laugh, every tear, every moment of fear or confusion needs to shine clear through. Like…think of Spider-Man Homecoming, the Washington monument scene. All things considered, it’s not the most high-stakes scene we’ve ever seen in that franchise, and when it cuts to the kids in the elevator, they’re worried but not quite freaking out, but that scene feels very high stress to watch because the movie is good at getting the viewers to feel what Peter feels. A Percy Jackson adaptation needs a touch like that, because Percy’s a very emotional kid and that’s what a lot of the scenes hinge on.

Lowkey- I’d love it if the casts of both the previous movies and the musical had cameos or bit parts (the movie cast did Nothing Wrong, it was the rest of that team). It’d be hilarious to see, like, Jake Abel as the owner of the poodle, or Logan Lerman as Older Percy and the reporter’s waiter that keeps trying to get in on the conversation, or Brandon T. Jackson as a satyr who’s still stuck grooving out in the Lotus Hotel and Casino. Kristen Stokes as a nature spirit, Chris as one of the ghosts stuck in the waiting room of DOA Records, just like any of those casts having small parts would be fun and sweet. 

There should be a lot of easter eggs for the bigger riordanverse. Promotions in the background for the new Tristan McLean movie. Gabe’s got a true crime documentary about the missing Grace children playing during his poker game. Mr. D is reading a paper about Rachel Dare’s father’s newest project. At some point while they’re still in New York they pass the Kane family’s mansion or whatever it was called. Annabeth keeps a picture of little her and Magnus on her nightstand. The barest of hints about the Triumvirate. Seeing kids in camp jupiter gear in some background shots, just out of notice of our main characters but implying the camps are going through similar problems (BITCH….if we got a titan’s curse adaptation…and we had a shot of Thalia in the foreground….but in the background we saw a blond boy in purple with a golden sword….well I would simply loose my Goddamn mind).

And show us how easily the mist lets things blend in, too- like, everyone thinks ‘Monster Donuts’ is just a normal chain, it’s just on an average street block, but if Percy looks through the window he can see who’s behind the counter. Show someone swindling some guys in a park and you have to look twice to realize he’s a gegeines. Like…how people are still trying to find all the background ghosts in haunting of hill house. I would LOVE to see a bunch of background monsters and mythical beings just going about their day as much as the mortals are while the gang’s questing. 

The effects need to be fun. The whole story needs to be fun, but one weird thing about the past movies are that like…in their attempt to make it gritty, none of the fantastical things happening on screen actually felt that exciting. We need bright colors and interesting choices, consistently cool action shots, a liveliness that makes you feel like you’re in the center of the action. I have absolutely no doubt Disney easily has enough funds to pull off great effects.

The characters need to be….in character lmao. Annabeth needs to be cocky and bratty with the skill set to justify it. Percy needs to be a sweetheart who pretends to be hardened because that’s what people assume he’s like. Grover needs to have dry humor and a Too Old For This Shit attitude whenever percabeth start bickering. Luke needs to be nice and friendly but in a specific way that you can look back after the betrayal and see he was trying to groom everyone. Sally needs to be loving, protective and strong. Chiron needs to feel defeated and determined at the same time. Mr. D needs to….be Stanley Tucci lmao

Also, I’d love if the adaptation could expand more on things that got brushed along in the books- Percy and Beckendorf’s friendship, Silena and Clarisse’s dynamic, make Nico’s crush on Percy a little more obvious, give Rachel some more development. One thing that haunts me about the books is Sally never found out that Gabe hit Percy. Absolutely they don’t need to make the abuse explicit, but I also personally feel like a lot of Percy’s mindsets throughout the series are somewhat a result of Gabe, and I’d like if that got, you know, acknowledged. Maybe in the scene where he figures out Gabe abuses Sally he could say ‘does he hit you too?’ or something to that effect. They could also go more into detail about Annabeth’s family, give Zoe some more depth….like the possibilities I’m screaming.

Okay this is already long and I’m getting tired but I can so clearly see a great adaptation in my mind….Disney please come through….It’s what we deserve…. 

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