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gaygryffindorgal · 1 year

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HPMA AU; A Christmas Prince

Chapter 3: The Princess’s Companion

Summary: Dawn becomes a companion to Princess Olympia while trying to uncover information about the prince and the situation in Alderly.

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Dawn Harvelle by @potionboy3

Pandora Lovelace by @gcldensnitch

Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

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Chapter 3: The Princess’s Companion

The next day, Dawn’s alarm rang at six in the morning, just in case. He had no idea how to be a lady’s companion, so he went through Princess Olympia’s schedule again, and a thick folder full of etiquette rules and other information that probably would’ve helped him if he had had a week to study it. To Dawn it seemed that the princess was in some kind of house arrest for poor behaviour (read: partying and telling reporters to go fuck themselves). He almost felt sorry for the queen, having both her children’s personal lives flayed in the press on daily basis. At half past nine, Miss Pince appeared behind his door to escort him to the princess. She was waiting at another identical fancy room, or maybe it was one of the same ones Dawn had already seen, he truly had no idea.

“Good morning, Your Royal Highness,” Miss Pince greeted her. Olympia was scrolling her phone, looking bored, but when they entered, she looked up and smiled.

“Oh Irma, did you bring my government-assigned friend?” she asked. “Marvellous!”

“At your service, Your Highness,” Dawn said, like a pro.

“Olympia is fine,” said the princess and Miss Pince gave her a look that said it was not appropriate. “Ignore Irma, we’re to be friends,” she continued.

“Cool,” said Dawn. “Olympia it is.”

“Right,” Miss Pince said. “I shall leave you to it, then.”

She left, and Dawn and Olympia were alone for the first time.

“What kind of rules did they give you?” asked Olympia.

“Well, we are not stand any closer than 50 centimeters from each other or drink alcohol before dinner,” Dawn recited.

“That still leaves a lot of options.”

“Those were just random ones, I think there were approximately 128 more,” Dawn added. Olympia sighed.

“According to this,” Dawn said, shaking the folder he had brought with him. “Our best option is tea.”

“First, let’s go for a walk,” Olympia said. “I can show you around.”

“Sure.”

“Grab a coat, it’s cold,” she said.

“Alright,” said Dawn. “I’ll meet you by the door.”

Dawn didn’t have a fancy coat, but he bundled up as best he could with what he had at hand. Olympia, on the other hand, was dressed u exactly like Dawn imagined a princess would dress for a snowy day. She had a light pink woolen coat and a matching hat, with a white scarf and mittens.

“’Ello,” he said upon approaching her.

“Hello.”

“Ready?”

“Like a girl scout,” said Olympia.

They headed out. The day was bright and crisp and snow glistened everywhere like a holiday greeting card.

“My eyes hurt,” said Dawn.

“I know right!” Olympia said excitably. “Come, I’ll show you the garden.”

“In the middle of the winter?”

“You’ll love it, the winter roses are at their best this time of year!”

“Why, of course…” Dawn mused. Because of course there were winter roses.

They walked to the gardens and Olympia explained some history about Alderly. Specifically, about some weird legend about a princess who fell in love with an ogre who was secretly a prince. The legend was a bit over the top, but the castle grounds were quite beautiful. There were not as many gaudy Christmas baubles everywhere, for one. When they got to their destination, Dawn saw that someone was already there. Prince Quentin was holding a big wooden bow and tinkering something with it. Then he picked up an arrow, set it on the bow, took aim, and shot. Dawn looked at him shoot a few more arrows. He was pretty good, and there was something about seeing someone shoot arrows in real life that made Dawn’s nerdy side get a little excited. He wondered if there was a chance, he could give it a shot.

“Quincey! What are you doing?” Olympia yelled out. The prince turned to look at them.

“What–, oh, Olympia, hi,” he said. “I was just adjusting the sights on my new bow…”

“Hi,” said Dawn, to make his presence known.

“Hello, Mr. Albrecht,” said the prince, or Quincey, as Olympia had put it. It was kind of cute.

“Dawn and I were taking a walk,” Olympia explained and patted Dawn on the shoulder.

“Not day drinking,” said Dawn hastily.

“Well,” said Quincey the Prince and turned back to his archery target, taking aim again. “Mother will be pleased.”

He took a shot and narrowly missed bullseye.

“Show-off…” Olympia muttered.

“That looks fun,” said Dawn.

“Ooh, Quince, you should let us try,” said Olympia.

“Oh yeah, I’ve never tried,” said Dawn. “My family is just obsessed with…” He paused. What did rich people do for fun? “Polo,” he said.

“Our father loved polo,” said Prince Quincey and gave the bow to Olympia. She took her shot and hit bullseye right in the middle. Both Dawn and the prince stared at her in awe.

“Now who’s a show-off?” the prince muttered, mostly to Dawn. Olympia bowed elaborately and handed Dawn the bow. It felt weird and he had no idea how to hold it.

“I’m reminding you that I’ve never done this before,” he said and switched the bow from one hand to the other and back.

“Oh, here, let me show you,” said the prince and walked over to Dawn. He showed him how to hold the bow and handed him an arrow. Actually, he was standing quite close, and Dawn tried hard not to notice, but the man smelled really good.

“Then, stand like this,” the prince said and put his hands on Dawn’s shoulders, turning him slightly. Dawn felt totally normal about that.

“A-ha, okay…” Dawn said, though he didn’t register a word.

The prince moved Dawn’s hands to rest on the proper positions on the bow, helping him pull the string taut, and said: “Alright, now give it a shot.”

“You smell ni–, I mean, thank you!” said Dawn, like some kind of idiot and also managed to let go of the bowstring. The arrow flew but not towards the target. Instead, it flew towards one of the windows of the castle, then right through it, shattering it, accompanied by a woman’s scream and some very imaginative swear words.

“Shit,” said Olympia.

All three of them stared at the window in horror.

“Run,” she continued and grabbed both of them by their wrists, pulling them along. Dawn was hoping he hadn’t just accidentally murdered someone, because that would be bad and definitely lead to the uncovering of his stolen identity.

“Oh, for cock’s sake,” Dawn swore, trying to keep up with Olympia.

Olympia led them into a small alcove, and she was laughing. Dawn wasn’t sure if that was the appropriate reaction.

“That was Miss Pince’s voice,” said Olympia. “She’s going to murder us.”

“Unless mother beats her to it…” mumbled the prince.

“Do you have a death penalty in here?” asked Dawn.

Olympia gave him a solemn look. “Yes, unfortunately, they’ll probably take your head for this.”

“What?” asked Quincey the Prince. “We absolutely do not have the death penalty.”

“Oh, good to know,” said Dawn, trying not to sigh with relief.

“But we do have mother-penalties, such as mother taking away my allowance,” said Olympia.

“Well, obviously we were never here,” Dawn said.

“I like the way you think. Quince, I like the way he thinks.”

The prince smiled at his sister.

“We were having tea,” Dawn continued. “In fact, we should go have tea right now.”

“Yes, excellent, come along,” Olympia said and grabbed Dawn’s wrist again, dragging him along, not towards the main entrance to the castle, but possibly a secret passage, or a side door, or something like that, that castles probably had.

“What about me?” asked Quincey The Prince.

“You’re the future king!” Olympia called back to him. “You figure it out!”

Dawn followed Olympia through a side door. It wasn’t guarded and he could see himself using it for sneaking around easily enough.

“What the bloody hell is this here for?” he asked the princess. “Way too many ways to rob this place.”

“Not many people know it’s here,” Olympia explained. “I get bored, so I explore.”

“I could be a criminal in disguise, you know.”

“Well, wouldn’t that be exciting?” asked Olympia. “Are you going to kidnap me?”

“No, you’re no use to me, you’re not even next in line for the throne,” laughed Dawn.

“Because of some bullshit, misogynistic law made hundreds of years ago,” said Olympia. “Or the substance abuse. One of those.”

“Would you want to be queen?” Dawn asked.

“Oh, absolutely not, it sounds horrible,” Olympia said. “But it’s the principal, you know?”

“Of course.”

“Anyway,” Olympia continued. “I’ll find someone to bring us tea, meet me at the parlor on the second floor of the east wing in about… seven minutes. Try not to let anyone see you, I’m really not supposed to get in any trouble.”

“You’ll… okay,” said Dawn, although he didn’t remember anything about the directions he’d just been given. He would also have wanted to prepare his own tea, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Dawn ended up getting lost, which was not at all surprising. A palace aide found him on the princess’s orders and took him to the right place. The palace was impossible to navigate.

“I was beginning to think we’d lost you forever,” Olympia said with a laugh. “Here, take a seat and have some tea.”

“Great,” said Dawn and sat down. “Your house is a maze.”

“I’ve heard that before,” Olympia said and sipped her tea. “So, tell me about yourself.”

“What would you like to know?”

“I’m not too particular,” said Olympia. “Do you have any pets? Where did you study? Have you ever killed anyone?”

Dawn thought furiously. “No, I don’t have pets, haven’t killed anyone and I study in St. Andrews,” he said, almost in one breath. “Haven’t graduated yet, though, I’m trying something new.”

St. Andrews was where Prince William had studied, right? Must’ve been.

“Oh, that’s nice,” said Olympia. “I’m having a gap year, too.”

Dawn was glad he’d had time to do some research, at least. “I heard,” he told the princess. “Have you enjoyed studying in France?”

“I like it much better than being here,” Olympia admitted. “But you know… then… father. I have to be here.”

“Yes, I’m very sorry for your loss,” said Dawn.

“Thank you.”

Olympia noticed quickly that Dawn didn’t enjoy the tea as much as he could’ve and offered to ask the kitchen to bring him a different kind, but Dawn declined, thinking about his own blend waiting for him in his room. He told her about how his mum used to make tea blends herself, before her passing.

“My brother is quite the tea enthusiast,” said Olympia.

“I read that in a magazine, I think,” Dawn mused.

“I’m more of a wine enthusiast,” Olympia laughed, and Dawn couldn’t help laughing too.

“You’re nearly not as stiff-necked as I was led to believe,” Olympia said.

“You’re just as snobby as I thought you’d be,” said Dawn.

“Hey!”

Dawn shrugged. “I say what I think.”

“Good, I want you to be frank with me.”

Dawn laughed. “You’ll be Marilyn, then.”

Talking to Olympia was surprisingly easy. She had a charm about her that Dawn suspected made people like her quickly. It was easy to make her laugh and she was quite funny herself, always ready with a witty retort, at least, for a princess.

“What do you make of my brother?” she asked suddenly.

“Huh?”

“I’m worried about him,” she said quietly.

“He seems to be in one scandal or another every week,” said Dawn.

Olympia rolled her eyes and stabbed a tea cake with her spoon. “Don’t believe everything you read.”

“I don’t really know him.”

“Not many people do.”

“All I’m saying is that he seems like quite a figure.”

“He’s a tosser,” said Olympia, with her smiling returning. “And a huge nerd.”

“A playboy-nerd?” asked Dawn, suspiciously. “There have been a lot of girls, haven’t there?”

“No, no there hasn’t.”

“Why hasn’t there been a correction in the press, then?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Olympia said quite cryptically.

“I’m not sure I follow…”

“The tabloids usually only write about things our PR team feeds them,” Olympia said.

“I’d want my own voice to be heard.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So, you’re saying your brother is misunderstood?” asked Dawn.

Olympia nodded.

“That’s surprising.”

“Is it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The press has been very convincing.”

“Maybe you’ll get a chance to get to know him yourself.”

“Darling,” said Dawn. “I’m here to be your companion.”

“Yes, how scandalous,” Olympia grinned. “But I like you, Dawn Albrecht, and I know we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

“Obviously, that’s what I’m here for.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re here to be a glorified baby-sitter, but I’ll take it.”

Dawn laughed. “Don’t go falling in love with me, I don’t want some Alderlian Crown’s sloppy seconds.”

“As if!” Olympia laughed and threw a tea cake at him.

They laughed and finished their teas.

Dawn went back to his room to call his friends again. He had to talk to someone who knew his situation before he lost his mind, so he dialed up Rocky and Pandora again, even knowing they were most likely not going to be very helpful.

“Dawn!” Pandora greeted him. “You’re alive!”

“I almost wasn’t,” Dawn said sourly. “I shot an arrow through a window.”

“You what?” Rocky cut in.

“I was trying some archery,” Dawn explained. “I wasn’t very good. But I did have tea with the princess afterwards.”

“How was she?” asked Rocky.

“Funny, actually,” Dawn said. “We get along.”

“Gosh, I can’t believe you’re living in a castle, having tea with princesses, shooting arrows through windows that probably cost more than my entire year’s salary…”

“Hence why I’m surprised to be alive!” Dawn said. “Oh, oh, wait, The Princess said that what the tabloids are writing about Prince Quentin is false?”

“Seriously?” Rocky asked. Neither he nor Pandora looked fully convinced.

“What about all the pictures with the different girls?” asked Pandora.

“Apparently, he’s a nerd? But I don’t know if that’s true,” Dawn mused. “Can nerds do archery for fun?”

“Mate, nerds are into fantasy stuff, you’re into fantasy stuff.”

“Oh, right, I didn’t even think about it like that…”

“Kerry won’t be happy with a sappy story about a misunderstood prince…” Pandora said. “But I think you should find out the truth and then write it.”

“I don’t know if I can, I don’t have anything concrete, yet,” said Dawn.

“Let me remind you again of the giant, fancy castle that you’re living in,” Pandora tried. Dawn appreciated her effort to cheer him up, and was about to reply, when there was a knock on his door.

“Shit, balls, I have to go,” he said quickly, and slammed his laptop shut.

“Who is i– I mean, come in!” Dawn called.

A palace aide opened the door and stepped in. “Her Highness, the princess Olympia would like a word.”

Dawn got up from his bed and smoothed his trousers. “Yes?”

Olympia glided in. “Dawn, sorry to bother you, but I have an important question.”

“Okay?”

“If you’re not too busy tonight, I’d like you to be my guest.”

“A guest for what…?”

“Mother is serving cocktails for some of the nobility and other important people.”

“Oh,” said Dawn. “And… you want me there?”

“Yes, as my guest.”

“Oh… As a guest-guest?”

“A guest, a plus-one, an avec, whatever you’d like to call it,” Olympia laughed.

“O…kay,” said Dawn. And then: “I don’t think I have an appropriate outfit, though.”

“I’ll have something brought for you, don’t worry,” Olympia said. “I’ll see you in an hour, Gavin here will escort you, so you don’t get lost again.”

“Oh,” said Dawn and looked at the palace aide. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Gavin curtly.

Olympia waved and left, and Dawn felt like he was getting deeper and deeper into a mess he didn’t know how to untangle.

#hpma #dawncey #fic: a christmas prince #*my writing #quincey alderly #dawn harvelle #*mine #staring directly into the cold harsh eye of death and opening up my laptop to post this #it has not yet exploded #if there are stupid typos then it's because i finished writing this on my phone so don't @ me

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naomilewinsky · 2 years

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INTRODUCING → Naomi Lewinsky

The Basics

Name: Naomi Golde Lewinsky

Age: 32

Birthday: 1st of June 1990

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Occupation: Kindergarten teacher

Gender: Cisgender female (she/her)

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Place of residence: Claret Park, Providence Peak, Colorado, USA

Hometown: Summit Lake, Providence Peak, Colorado, USA

Relationship status: Single

Face claim: Rachel Bloom

In Summary

tw: mentions of bullying, learning disabilities, emotional abuse, weight mention, suicide

Despite being the child of a doctor and a lawyer, Naomi struggled with school since she could remember, and having a genius older brother and an artistic prodigy for a younger sibling did not help her self esteem.

With impossible tasks, discouraging teachers and mean students, Naomi became a victim of bullying and began hating anything school related.

Receiving a dyslexia and dyscalculia diagnose was helpful though is gave her parents a reason to be give her a hard time, along with her adolescence weight gain and coming out as pansexual.

Deciding she wants to help children like herself as well as learning more about her heritage, she headed to New York in order to study early childhood education and Jewish studies.

After her older brother committed suicide, she returned home to care for her family and ended up staying.

She works at Kinderhaus, a private kindergarten which gives her the platform to be the kind of teacher she wanted to be.

A friendly, humorous person with massive insecurities, she finds purpose spending time with friends or doing community volunteer work, mostly in True Colors or conducting the Jewish holidays.

For full bio, click here.

Wanted Connections

With Naomi being around town forever and having her little stint in New York City, I definitely have a few ideas up my sleeves-

Friends- Naomi is about as friendly as you can get. She’s not the going out type of person, but she’s definitely down for movie nights. They could be childhood friends, family friends, acquaintances from New York, neighbors or new friends if your character moved to town recently.

Frenemies- We can’t get along with everyone, can we? I don’t see Naomi making enemies but maybe if these two had a bad time during school, or maybe they simply get on each other’s nerves (Naomi’s peppy talk isn’t for everyone).

Exes- Naomi has dated around a little bit, and has a tendency to either give in too little or too much. We can play it out and decide how it went!

Romance- Crushes, dating, hookups, all is possible! Little limitation on this one, we can take it slow and see where it gets us.

Parents of pupils- Naomi has been a kindergarten teacher at Kinderhaus for the last nine years, so if your character has a child from the ages of one to fourteen, it’s very possible she is/has been your character’s kid’s teacher! I think this one is a fun connection and we can play it up either way.

Family- This one is more specific obviously, but I’d love to see some family members of hers around here, particularly Naomi’s younger sibling. I tried to keep it as vague as possible, only mentioning they’re an exceptional artist and of course everything that has happened with their parents and older brother. They’d be around 27-28 years old! Hit me up for more musing as I have a few thoughts.

Anything else!

#providence.intro #this is naomi the cutest human mess #tw weight mention #tw bullying #tw emotional abuse #tw suicide #tw learning disabilities

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vampiregirl1797 · 3 years

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The Starlight Stone

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Rhysand x Reader

Word Count: 4,898

Summary: Y/N comes from a different reality, where the characters and world she’s now living in, exist in a series of books. Rhysand takes her in, and she learns how to do something she’s never managed before… live.

Warnings: Can’t think of any? If I’ve missed anything, let me know.

Masterlist Here :)

Falling in love with new characters was as easy as breathing for me. In fact it was so easy, that before I realised it, I was only falling for them. Reading became an escape for me, a teenage girl without a shred of self-confidence, used to being the overlooked one in a group of friends, used to not attracting any kind of male attention. It was perfect, because the men I fell in love with always loved me back, never hurt me with the crushing pain of rejection, never thought I wasn’t pretty enough, or skinny enough. They loved me for me.

I just never imagined I’d wake up in one of the fictional world’s I’d read about, and come face to face with the High Lord I’d most recently falling for. I’d arrived several months ago, and of course hadn’t been able to keep a thing from the High Lord of the Night Court who’d found me trespassing on his lands. He’d gone into my head, not too far, but far enough to assess whether I was a threat to him or his people. He discovered pretty quickly that I had absolutely no skill set to be a threat, and that I absolutely was not from his world.

He’d found the concept of Prynthian being presented in a series of books both interesting and amusing, as well as him and his friends existing as characters within the novels. I was just glad he hadn’t gone far enough to find how invested I got in each of the books I read, and those who existed within them, him being one of those people. It would have been mortifying and I had wondered on more than one occasion what his reaction would be. But coming face to face with a man who had been fictional to me, and then become real overnight… it had thrown me into my insecurities. Into taking my feelings for the High Lord and shoving them down as far as I could.

‘Y/N?’ I was snapped out of my thoughts by Cassian popping his head into my room. Rhys had offered me a room at his town house when I first got here, and I’d never left. He’d offered the money to buy my own place, but I hadn’t been comfortable with the idea of that at the time, and now I had a place on his court, along with a wage of my own, but this had become my home.

‘Hey Cass, what’s up?’ I smiled, patting the empty space beside me on the enormous bed; in my world I’d never had bigger than a single, and this was about three singles put together.

‘Not much, I was gonna go into town for a little while, do you want to come with?’ His hazel eyes studied me with warmth and kindness, which was probably what had made me comfortable around him so quickly. He’d never looked at me with the disinterest I was used to being on the receiving end of from men; he saw me as a person and I appreciated him for it.

‘Sure. Anything in particular you’re after?’ I wondered letting my hair down from the messy bun I’d pulled it up onto when I’d come to relax in my room.

He shrugged, trying and failing to be nonchalant, ‘not really. Just felt like getting out.’

I sighed, shuffling to the edge of the bed to slip on my boots, ‘Rhys sent you to check up on me didn’t he? Let me guess, he thinks I’m becoming a depressed recluse?’

Cass gave me a look that was a mixture of concern and exasperation, ‘Rhys worries about you because you never leave the house. He doesn’t think you’re depressed, but he worries you’re not living either. You lose yourself in books, and you barely speak to anyone, even me.’

I turned away, pretending to busy myself with lacing up my shoes to hide the tear that slid down my cheek. Rhys was more observant than I gave him credit for. The truth was, since I’d gotten here, I’d basically been living the same as I had before; reading, sleeping, eating and more reading. I ate meals with everyone sometimes, but more often than not, I allowed the new fictional worlds offered to me here to consume me. I’d never been called out on it before. No one had ever cared enough to notice that I wasn’t just reading because I loved it, I was reading to escape the life I didn’t know how to live.

‘I-I’ I stuttered, forcing myself to stop and take a breath.

‘Hey,’ Cassian’s voice softened and he shuffled beside me on the bed to sling a muscular arm over my shoulder. My head went to his chest, not even trying to hold back my tears anymore, it seemed pointless when he could probably scent them anyway, ‘I didn’t say this to upset you, just to let you know that you’re family to us now, Y/N, and we care about you. We want you to live and enjoy life, not to fall solely in love with fictional places.’

‘This place was just a fictional place to me once.’ I murmured quietly.

‘And now you get to be here, and still choose to read yourself to death.’ He teased, chuckling softly.

I smiled, wiping away the moisture from my cheeks, because he was right. Rhys was right. I had been blessed with the opportunity to live in a reality I’d once yearned for with all my heart, and I’d been wasting it. Why? Because I was afraid to face the feelings I had for a certain High Lord, feelings that had only blossomed since coming here, despite my best efforts to avoid him. I’d been throwing myself into reading because I wanted to live in the fantasy that he would return my feelings for a little longer. But that had to stop. I wasn’t immortal here—at least I didn’t think so, I didn’t have Fae characteristics and I didn’t have any powers—and it was time to stop squandering my life being a scaredy cat.

‘You’re right. Rhys is right.’ I moved away from Cassian’s chest, wiping all evidence of my tears away, ‘lets go into Velaris. I’ve always wanted to stroll through the City and take everything in. It looks so beautiful from up here.’

Cassian grinned, and allowed me to pull him from the bed, and just like that we left the town house and were swallowed by the life of Velaris.

Six Months Later

‘I don’t think so.’ I shook my head, levelling the Shadowsinger with a no-nonsense glare, ‘it’s the Winter Solstice, which is the first one I’m spending here, it’s basically Christmas, and it’s a family holiday. You’re not flying off to wherever the heck you’re planning to go, with only your shadows for company.’

His hazel eyes were blank but he visibly stiffened. I sighed, realising that telling Azriel what he could and couldn’t do was not my place, and it definitely wasn’t the best approach.

‘I’m sorry, I don’t mean to act like I’m your keeper or anything.’ I stood from the couch where I’d been sitting, to move to where he stood in front of the fire. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and relaxed a little when he didn’t shrug me off, ‘it’s just… this means something to me. Back in my old reality, we had Christmas, which was something similar. We’d all gather, exchange presents, decorate a tree, hang decorations… but what made it special to me was the time spent with the people I loved. With the people I considered family. You’re my family now, Azriel. You, Cass, Ameren, Mor… and Rhys. Obviously it’s your choice, but if you could afford to, please don’t leave until after the holiday.’

I thought his eyes had softened at my words, but honestly it was hard to tell with the Shadowsinger. I left him alone to think over my words, kissing his cheek as I made my way outside; I still had some things left to buy for everyone. I’d gone a little overboard, but I couldn’t help it. I’d pretty much finished Mor and Ameren, I had a few last things to pick up for Cassian and Azriel, and the majority I’d left to buy were for Rhys. I already knew what I was going to get him, and most were already purchased and wrapped at each store, I’d just waited until now to get them, because while Rhys was trusted with everyone else’s presents… well giving him his own gifts just didn’t seem right. It might just have been me, but I felt like it took away the surprise, at least a little bit.

I smiled as I walked through the city, nodding in greeting to a few friendly people. Since that talk Cassian had with me six months ago, I’d started venturing out of the townhouse more and more. I still read, but it was for the fun of it now, rather than the escape from reality. I’d fallen in love with Velaris. The city was beautiful, and teeming with life and acceptance and peace… seeing it first hand really made me appreciate the efforts Rhys and everyone had gone through to protect this place, to make it a home.

‘Hey girl!’ Ameren’s voice had me looking to my right, to see her running across the cobblestone street to catch up to me, ‘you wouldn’t be out to purchase my Winter Solstice presents now would you?’ she grinned, her silver eyes sparkling with more life than usual.

I playfully rolled my eyes, ‘even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you. Your otherworld intimidation doesn’t work on me, Ren.’

She huffed, but I could see the amusement swirling in her silver irises, ‘fine. It amazes me sometimes though,’ she mused, going on to explain, ‘Cassian cracked like an egg in two seconds, told me what he’d got me straight away. But you’re immune to what makes me scary to people around here.’

I chuckled, being able to picture Cassian folding perfectly, ‘I wouldn’t say I’m the only one. And Cassian doesn’t prove anything, he’s like a big kid with this stuff. I’ve had to actually shush him to keep him from telling me about my presents, I think the excitement just gets to him. Now if you told me you’d broken Azriel, I’d be impressed.’

She huffed a laugh and tilted her head in acknowledgement of my words, ‘yeah, you might be right. He didn’t only tell me what he’d gotten me, he told me about everyone else’s too.’

I rolled my eyes affectionately, ‘that boy.’

‘Indeed.’ She shook her head, but when she met my eyes again the wicked glint in them made me brace myself slightly, ‘so what are you getting our High Lord?’

‘I’m on my way to pick up Rhys’ presents now. You can come with me if you want, so long as you don’t spoil anything.’ I gave her a pointed look and grinned at her offended look.

‘I’m not the gossip Cassian is, thank you very much, girl,’ she waved her hand dismissively, ‘anyway, I was just wondering if you were finally going to gift him with the truth.’

‘Who?’ I frowned, pulling open the door to the blacksmith’s—I’d requested a few specific weapons for Azriel, Cassian and Rhys, each custom made and fit to them specifically, ‘what truth?’

She opened her mouth to reply, but was had to wait until the blacksmith had handed over the three weapons he’d perfectly made for me. Azriel and Cassian had plenty of swords and knives and daggers, but their abundance in bows and arrows was clear. I’d seen them practice with the same one, and I doubted they had any specific for battle, which seemed a waste when they could both fly. So I’d asked the blacksmith to create some custom for them, and both now had their own bow, plenty of arrows and a quiver. Their names were engraved inside the buttery leather of their quivers, and each were made to be lightweight and able to be worn whilst flying without losing any arrows.

For Rhys I’d asked for a pair of daggers to be crafted. I’d seen him with a couple of swords, and I was sure he already had daggers too, but picking this particular weapon had just felt right, even if I knew it was likely he possessed some already. Each was pure silver, one held an amethyst stone at the hilt, while the other held an onyx stone. One for his eyes, the other for his court.

It was when we exited the shop that Ameren decided to resume her train of thought that I’d almost forgotten about, ‘the truth that you are in love with Rhys.’

It took a lot of effort not to stumble from shock, ‘what?’

‘Don’t play dumb. It’s obvious. Has been for months,’ she smirked, ‘we have bets on when you’re going to tell him. I have over the Solstice, so if you could do a girl a favour and tell him already, the winnings will be mine.’

‘Not to put a damper on your betting habits,’ I pulled her hand towards another shop I needed to go into, ‘but I’ve not got any “truth” to reveal to Rhys.’

She swore under her breath, ‘I knew I should have had spring, but there’s me being the optimist thinking you would have grown some balls and realised what we’ve all already seen by now.’

I frowned, ‘what the hell are you talking about Ameren?’

‘Rhys loves you just as much as you love him. Actually knowing him, he probably loves you even more, but he’s as much of a coward as you.’ She rolled her eyes, tucking her onyx hair behind her ear as I accepted another bag full of pre-wrapped presents for Rhys.

‘You can’t be serious.’ I didn’t know what else to say… the idea of him feeling a fraction of the love I had for him made my heart pound in my chest. I couldn’t fathom it.

‘Honestly, you’re both blind.’ She shook her head, but let the subject drop, and I was glad. Talking any more might have launched me into a full-blown panic attack.

I’d admitted to myself that fallen in love with the High Lord three months ago—for a long time I’d fought it, convincing myself I was just in love with the fictional version of him. But that theory had gone down the toilet when he’d laughed—really laughed—at a joke Cassian made, and I’d been powerless to stop myself from being overwhelmed with happiness at his happiness. It was then I accepted I was an idiot in love with a man I’d never have. But Ameren saying he did feel the same, well it made me panic because I’d never considered it a possibility before—I’d never had a man interested in me before, and the idea of it, the unfamiliarity, made me panic. So I forced it down and made myself focus on collecting the rest of my gifts.

The morning of Winter Solstice saw me rising bright and early, eager as a kid on Christmas morning. I realised that we wouldn’t be exchanging presents until the evening, after we’d all eaten, but I couldn’t tamper my excitement. So after I’d showered and dressed in leggings and a white woolly jumper, I headed to the living room to put the finishing touches on the decorations. Everything was basically done, but Rhys had found an eight-foot pine tree; I’d been telling him about the traditions of Christmas in my old reality, and he’d surprised me yesterday with a real tree. I’d hugged him tightly for it, unable to hold back my tears of gratitude at his thoughtfulness, and declared we’d have to decorate it tomorrow, after it had time to settle in the room overnight. A part of me wondered if he’d remember, but my doubt floated away upon the sight of him standing in the living room, observing the tree like he was sizing up an opponent on the battlefield. The thought made me chuckle, and he looked up to me with a smile.

‘Good morning.’ I murmured, coming over to join him, ‘is there a reason you seem to be sizing up this poor, defenceless tree?’

He grinned, his violet eyes sparkling with mirth, ‘well, other than the fact that it’s bigger than me and has an unfair advantage size-wise,’ I missed his soft smile as I laughed again, ‘I was simply wondering exactly how we’re going to decorate it.’

I softened with understanding, ‘well, lucky for you, I’m ridiculously prepared.’ I moved to pull out the box I’d stored behind the tree last night, after retrieving it from one of the shops in the art district. Magic was such a blessing here, and after I’d explained what I’d needed, and demonstrated with some awful drawings, they’d had everything made within a few hours. I pulled a few ornaments out, marvelling at the craftsmen’s ship for a moment before hanging them on the tree; there was a mixture of circular shapes and stars, in amethyst, silver, blue and black. They’d also crafted a silver star to go on top of the tree, fashioned after the star that always shone the brightest in the night sky of Velaris on the first night of Winter Solstice. It was so well made, I’d been struck speechless by how realistic it looked; as if they had plucked the star straight from the sky.

I nudged the box closer to Rhys with my foot, ‘just hang them however you want, like this.’ I gestured to the few I’d put on and smiled when he reached in and immediately followed instructions.

‘You know, if I used my magic I could have this done in under a minute.’ He commented, looking at me from the corner of his eye as if he knew my reaction before I voiced it.

‘Absolutely not! Decorating by hand is part of the fun, and the tradition.’ I protested, flicking his shoulder when I noticed his smirk, ‘if you use a flicker of magic, then there will be no presents for you.’

I frowned at the look of surprise in his eyes and he must have noticed my confusion because he said, his voice soft, ‘I didn’t think you’d gotten me anything. I didn’t mind, of course, I’m just surprised.’

‘Why would you think that?’ I turned to face him fully, ignoring the task of decorating for the moment.

‘Because you didn’t give them to me to hide.’ He shrugged, carefully placing another ornament onto the tree, ‘and I never expect gifts, from anyone regardless. I went a long time being consumed by disappointment after my mother and sister died, because my father never cared for the holiday before. But after their deaths, it bore a reminder of another year of them being gone. Then he and I enacted our revenge, and it was a while before Morrigan, Cassian and I were able to spend the Solstice together.’

I pulled him into a hug, winding my arms around his neck and not flinching at the appearance of his wings. They didn’t often appear without purpose unless he was feeling a strong emotion, but I didn’t question it when they cocooned us, his warmth radiating all around me.

‘I didn’t give you any to hide because I felt like it took away from the surprise of the holiday if I was asking you to keep your own presents.’ I murmured into his neck, missing the small shiver that passed through him, ‘I’m sorry, that you had to spend so many Solstice’s alone, Rhys. But you have a family now, one that would sooner die than leave you.’

He held me a little tighter, and I returned the gesture, burrowing further into his neck and wondering if I was imagining the increased heartbeat I could feel against my chest, or if I were perhaps mistaking it for my own.

I smiled from my seat in the armchair, enjoying the warmth emanating from the fire, and from the mug of hot chocolate I held in my hands. We had just had Winter Solstice dinner, and were taking it in turns to open our presents.

Ameren had gone first, and was grinning so wide it was almost scary at all of the jewels everyone had bought for her. Cassian had mostly been gifted weapons from everyone but Mor and me—she’d given him a sweater in the brightest green I’d ever seen, and I’d also gifted him some of his favourite liquor, a box of chocolates that Rhys had mentioned his mother got the General every year for solstice, some new books on war strategy, a new set of Illyrian leathers, and the bow and arrows I’d gotten him.

Azriel had also gained an abundance of weapons, along with a startlingly bright pair of purple socks from Mor, and some of his favourite liquor, a series of books on adventure and war I had a feeling he would enjoy, and a new set of Illyrian leathers and his new bow and arrows, from me. Mor had been given high quality clothing from everyone, and some of her favourite chocolates, wine, bath foams and salts from me. Rhys had been given a set of old leather bound books from Ameren, a Hawaiian themed shirt from Mor—mother knew where she found that—, what looked like a six-pack of beer from Cassian that had Rhys shaking his head with a reluctant smile, and a new set of Illyrian leathers from Azriel. I’d given him his new set of daggers, some of the chocolates Cassian had mentioned his mother and sister gifted him every Solstice, a painting that captured the beauty of Velaris perfectly, and something else I hadn’t yet presented to him.

I’d actually left the other gift in his room, on his pillow; it was a pendant that had caught my eye when I was buying Ameren’s Solstice gifts. The shop attendant had noticed my stare and pulled it out from beneath the glass—it wasn’t overly huge; about the size of a bottle cap. It was antique silver, with a stone at the centre that was so beautiful I’d been unable to look away from it. It reminded me of the night sky, to put it plainly. It was so blue I thought it was sapphire, but the flashes of pure light that I saw when I turned it reminded me of shooting stars. The attendant had explained it was a pendant often presented to a perspective partner as a way of showing your intentions—as a way of showing your love for them. It was often the step before the mating bond sparked, to acknowledge what you already felt for them. She mentioned that it was an out dated tradition, and many only bought the Starlight stone now purely because it was beautiful.

I didn’t know what possessed me to buy it. Maybe it was the possibility that he wouldn’t even know what it meant, maybe it was because a part of me wanted to tell him, and this was the only way I could muster the courage to do it. Either way, I’d left the small wrapped present on his black silk pillow before I’d joined the party tonight. And I’d had knots in my stomach about it since. A part of me wanted to excuse myself and take it back, but I forced that anxious part of my brain to shut up, because as much as it terrified me… I had to tell Rhys how I felt somehow, even if it meant that he didn’t feel the same way.

After the events of the evening, I decided to have a bath before I went to bed; Cassian and Azriel had passed out in the living room, one on the floor, the other on the sofa, but both were snoring loudly. Mor had made it to her room on the first floor, and Ameren had returned to her apartment. Rhys had said something about flying over the city before he turned in, and I was too awake with nerves to just slip straight into bed. So I ran some warm water into the gigantic tub that looked as if it would overflow onto the mountain below, and added some of my favourite bath foams that scented of lavender and honey—a gift from Az. I forced myself to breathe and just not think, and when my eyes started to droop I climbed out of the cooling water to dry off. I changed into the new silk gown Mor had gifted me for Solstice, and entered my bedroom only to stop short.

My heart stopped at the sight of Rhys sitting on the edge of my bed… and then picked up triple speed. He was wearing loose pyjama pants, and no shirt… and he was holding the gift box I’d left on his pillow. The lid was missing and he was staring at the pendant inside. I took a deep breath and crossed my arms over my chest to hide how my hands shook.

‘Hey.’ I bit my lip, unsure about what to do. Should I sit next to him? Stay standing in front of the fire about three feet away from him? Ask him if he liked the gift? Ask him if he knew what it meant?

His violet eyes lifted to meet mine, and I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me at the guarded look in them, ‘do you know what this stone means?’ he asked, his voice quiet as he carefully held up the box, as if its contents were precious to him, ‘are you aware of the tradition that exists in Velaris? About what it means when someone presents this stone to another person?’

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding even faster now, and I was pretty sure I was starting to sweat. I wished I could read him better, wished I could know if he was hoping I knew, or hoping I didn’t. But he was a master of hiding his emotions, so I decided to go with the truth.

‘Yes, I know what it means.’ I admitted quietly, and knew if he didn’t have advanced hearing he wouldn’t have been able to make out the words; I could barely hear myself say them.

‘No, tell me. Tell me why you gave this to me.’ His eyes were still guarded, but his voice held a tinge of desperation, a tone I couldn’t resist from him.

‘I gave you that stone because the attendant at the jewellery store told me that the Starlight stone is what you give to a perspective partner, to acknowledge what you already feel for them, before the mating bond has sparked.’ I could feel the wariness on my face as he stood from the edge of the bed, stopping right in front of me.

He tilted my chin up to meet his eyes with his index finger and whispered, ‘and what is it you feel for me, Y/N?’

‘I love you Rhys.’ I admitted softly, missing the way his eyes softened as my gaze fell to his lips.

His hand caressed my cheek, his thumb moving back and forth across my cheekbone. I was powerless to stop myself melting into his touch, and felt my eyes sheen with tears when I saw the affectionate look in his eyes. I watched as the dark mist of his magic swirled around the pendant, and lifted it from the box to secure it around his neck. My hand went to rest against his chest, where the pendant lay against his skin.

‘I love you too, Y/N darling.’ He murmured, wiping away the tears that fell silently down my cheeks.

I vaguely heard the gift box fall to the floor, his free hand now landing on my hip and pulling me flush against his body. My arms wound around his neck, my fingers going to his silky soft hair as his mouth covered mine.

One Year Later

‘I’m just saying, Cassian is a great name for a tiny warrior.’ Cass grinned from the sofa, across from where Rhys and I sat in the love seat he’d bought for us about a year ago.

‘Absolutely not.’ Rhys drawled, his hand gently moving back and forth across my swollen belly.

‘Do you have names picked out?’ Mor asked, her face holding the beaming expression that was always present when we were talking about the baby.

‘We do,’ I murmured, Rhys and I shared a secret smile at Mor’s squeal of excitement.

‘We’re not revealing anything until the baby is born.’ Rhys grinned at the sounds of disapproval from his cousin and Cassian.

‘You’re boring.’ The war General grumbled.

We all chuckled at his childish behaviour and I felt my expression soften with affection when Rhys leaned over to kiss my baby bump, murmuring words about how his uncle Cassian would always be the biggest baby in the family. Cassian grumbled louder, much to our amusement. My hand fell to Rhys hair, idly playing with the strands. He kissed my forehead and my eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of contentment that washed over me.

Home. This was home.

#ACOTAR #ACOMAF #ACOWAR #ACOSF #Rhysand x Reader

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chokemeanakin · 4 years

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Hi my name’s Maeve! 😇 I write for Anakin and a tiny bit of Obi.

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Feel free to send me any thoughts you have, but if you send a fic request I can’t promise that I’ll get to it anytime soon. I still love to see your ideas though!

(ps check out my ongoing fic Give Me Love)

First Kiss - Anakin treats reader to their first kiss

Drunk - Reader comes home from a party wasted, and Anakin is there to witness it… and maybe make out with…

Anakin Cuddling Hc’s - What it’s like to cuddle with the Best Boy

Anakin with giggly reader Hc’s and Anakin x Jealous/Insecure reader - first half is hc for a giggly reader and second half is a fic where reader gets jealous and insecure and Anakin comforts them

Anakin x Short/Shy/Insecure Reader Hc’s - Just some headcanons of a soft boy

Loving On You - Slight Anakin angst, basically you hold him after a crappy mission

Be My Forever - Anakin proposes with as little words as possible

Anakin Teaches You How To Drive Hc’s- nice car go zoom 🚗💨

Anakin With a Pregnant Reader Hc’s- use protection kids

Anakin x Touch Starved Reader Hc’s - definitely not self indulgent

Touch Starved Anakin x Reader Hc’s - this was actually rlly cute

Playing with his hair imagine - i know i write about this a lot but cmon

Anakin Comforting Reader Hc’s - cue the uwu’s

Distraction - Anakin distracts reader as they study

Walking with Anakin as he does General stuff- small blurb

Domestic Anakin Hc’s - random thoughts I had of him

Giving Anakin a massage - w a tiny hint of smut

Complimenting Anakin - is never talked about enough

Anakin x curvy Reader Hc’s

Anakin x skinny Reader Hc’s

Fluff blurbs! - one, two

Stargazing with Anakin

Wearing Anakin’s Jedi Robes Hc’s

Sleepy moments with Ani Hc’s

Jealous Anakin x Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Anakin x Jealous Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Patched Up - Reader comes back from a mission all cut up, Anakin helps patch her up

Sick People Should Stay Away from Balconies - Reader is sick and asking for trouble, Anakin deals with her shit

Jelly toast - a request for a reader coming back from a mission all bruised and cut up, Anakin takes care of her

Anakin x Asthmatic Reader Hc’s - how he would act to you having asthma

Bad Dream- Reader has a nightmare during a thunderstorm and goes to Anakin for help

He Kicks Your Ass And Then Lets You Braid His Hair - see title

A Helping Hand (part 1) - Reader hurts her arm during a mission, and Anakin comes to help her (in more ways than one). Whump is in part 1, smut is in part 2 listed under Smut.

Anakin x Reader on her Period heacanons - shark week oofs

Anakin x Sick reader headcanons

Don’t Forget About Me - Reader begs Anakin not to go break up the fight between Mace Windu and Palpatine

I Gave You All - Our war-torn baby just needs a hug

Anakin x Reader w/ Mommy Issues - bro i just

Night Bus - The Council forces you to leave Anakin

A Reason to Stay - read this at your own risk, deals with severe mental health issues. basically Anakin helps reader through a dark time.

Misunderstandings - angst ending in fluff, Anakin and reader go on a bodyguard mission together and both get jealous.

Anakin crying blurb - give sad boy a hug damnit

Anakin and Reader Take a Shower -basically what the title says. The shower gets heated in more ways than one.

What That Mouth Do Though 👄💦- he eats you out like a champ 💪🏻

Needy Anakin - (you give him a blowie)

Say My Name- jealous Anakin, choking, fucking, you know 🤷🏼‍♀️

First time - Readers first time HAVING SEX with Anakin 🥰

His First Time - The first time Anakin HAS SEX, & it’s with you :)

Welcome Home - Anakin comes home from war and reader welcomes him back with open arms... and open legs

Save a Spaceship, Ride a Starpilot- Anakin has reader sit on his face and then she fucks him slowly ;)

Giving him a lapdance short - just a lil imagine

Jealousy (part 1) - classic under-the-table action at a high end event

Jealousy (part 2) - he gets his revenge

Master Kink Hc’s - exactly what it sounds like

A Helping Hand (part 2) - Anakin helps Reader out bc she has a broken arm :) very sweet and soft and fluffy to mend y’alls broken hearts. (part 1 is under Whump)

This is what he sounds like when he cums - grab ur headphones

This is what he sounds like in bed - grab ur headphones again lol

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 1) - from the top make it drop thats a wap

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 2) - wap wap wap

General Kink blurb - credit goes to @kenobikittens

Cruel Intentions - holiday smut, this hurt ppl’s feelings for some reason woops. anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty mouth, and also it’s Life Day.

Anakin x fem reader Pregnancy Sex Hc’s - i hate kids but this was cute

NSFW blurbs! - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty

Sub Anakin Hc’s - good boy ;)

Deepthroating Anakin Hc’s

Dry Humping Hc’s

A Dream Come True - Anakin helps reader masturbate and cum for the first time

Anakin & size kink hc’s

Anakin is smart - just a post talking about how intelligent our favorite Jedi is

More proof that he’s smart

Anidala Fluff - A request where Anakin and Padme do it in the fields of Naboo for the first time (no smut it’s romantic get ur head out of the gutter John B)

Love at First Sight - Anakin falls in love with you as soon as he sees you

All These Little Things - Padme x Reader / Anakin x Reader Hc’s where reader is romantically interested in Padme until she notices all of Anakin’s little things

Anakin’s hands appreciation post

Anakin’s Cheekbones Appreciation Post - he’s just got em okay

Anakin’s arms appreciation post

Aggressive Negotiations (part one) - Anakin and Reader go to a ball and it doesn’t turn out the way they expect

Aggressive Negotiations (part two) - combines the ‘he sees her dressed up for the first time’, ‘handcuffed together’, and ‘stuck in a closet’ tropes all in one mission gone wrong ;)

When he does the hand-on-cheek thing - *cries*

For people who have freckles

For people who have freckles p2 - not my work but thanks to @haydens-moles you guys have to suffer through this post with me

Anakin can sing

Anakin + drinking - some musings about the jedi and booze

Anakin loves rain

Anakin’s Eyelashes Appreciation Post

Random facts about his childhood

Sad Anakin fact

Anakin Reaction Pics

Random Anakin Thoughts - im so disorganized my b

What does his dick look like?

Is he brunette or blonde discourse - spoil alert: it’s neither. see next link

What color is his hair really?

It’s you- Obi Wan x Reader fic where he comes back from a mission planning to break it off with you, but then realizes he can’t let you go

You Can Rest Now - Obiwan x Reader where you take care of him after a mission that’s left him tired and sick

Obi-Wan Hc’s - random thoughts I had about him being in a relationship

What I Imagine The Star Wars Boys Wear For Underwear

What I Imagine The Star War’s Boys Dicks Are Like

Rating the Star Wars Boys Cum Faces on a Scale from 1-10

Kinky R2

The fanart that ended thousands of careers

R2D2 x C3P0 Smut

You get Acid in your Vagina Hc’s

Carrot Fun w Anakin - two parter, includes videos

Yoda smut snippet

He gave you a specific order

If Anakin can pull off a butt chin then so can I

How many shots it would take for me to sleep with the stars wars men (part one) (part two)

Anakin w a weave

Which Star Wars Characters Have a Foot Fetish

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mrepstein · 3 years

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The Beatles Book Monthly (No. 5, December 1963)

‘A TALE OF FOUR BEATLES’ by Billy Shepherd

PART IV (PART I // PART II // PART III)

Part IV opens in June, 1961 and charts Brian Epstein's early involvement with the Beatles.

And so the Beatles, with two experience-garnering trips to Germany behind them, got back to Liverpool. A swingin’ scene... and they were very much a part of it. It was the end of June, 1961.

But though they liked having more money to spend, they hadn’t the foggiest idea of just how much they were worth. The offers came in. Anything between £6 and £14 was the pay-packet, to be shared between Messrs. Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and drummer Pete Best.

“We just didn’t know,” admits George. “We loved the work, the excitement. We didn’t realise we were often being exploited. But it was hard work and somehow we didn’t seem to have much money in the kitty after we’d kept our equipment up to scratch...”

July, 1961, could go down as a summit meeting in Merseybeat history. A steamy, summery, shimmery night at Litherland Town Hall. A young promoter named Brian Kelly announced his attraction: The Beatmakers.

George Harrison was on lead guitar. Paul McCartney on rhythm. John Lennon on piano. Drummers were Pete Best and Freddie Marsden. Les Maguire operated on saxophone, Les Chadwick on bass guitar - and Gerry Marsden nipped on and off behind a big grin to take the vocals.

Gerry and the Pacemakers and the Beatles had linked up. For one night only and for a fee which is the smallest fraction of what they’d command for such a show now.

It led to friendships between the group members... but it didn’t seem to be leading to that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow for the Beatles.

Says John: “We went on knocking ourselves out night after night but somehow there was a bit of frustration creeping in to it all. It didn’t seem to be leading anywhere.”

But the audiences were greatly appreciative.

Says Paul: “We started accepting dates further south. We got pretty near London on some of them. No change of material for us - still the stuff that went down so well in Germany. But we were veering away from the leather gear. Don’t make this sound big-headed, but the fact is that a lot of other groups were copying the way we looked on stage. So we changed to more ordinary clothes for a while.”

But in September, depression set in. Paul and John took themselves off to Paris for a holiday. They remember being flat broke. Remember having to search through every pocket to rake up enough francs for a Coke. Now, of course, they can go where they please and not count the cost.

And George and Pete stayed on in Liverpool, virtually lost to the Beat scene. Ray McFall, owner of the Cavern Club remembers seeing Messrs. Harrison and Best around the lunch-time sessions but they seemed dispirited. They took a lot of persuading even to join in on the impromptu roar-ups.

Let well-known Liverpool show compere Bob Wooler fill in the background to this black spot in the Beatles’ history.

“I’ve known the boys since the early days. I’ve been a long-time admirer. What they really needed was a manager in those far-off days. They seemed content not to argue about the fees they were offered. And they didn’t seem to realise that they were pulling in crowds on the strength of their own name and performance.

“After all, they had to live. They had to look after their equipment - and they often had travelling expenses to pay. It’s all very well being popular and enjoying your work, but you should be paid what you’re worth as well.

“Ray McFall at the Cavern was different. If the crowd was good, he upped the fee. That’s why the boys have always been so loyal to the Cavern. But you can understand them being puzzled at the lack of hard cash from their other venues where they were so often doubling the attendances.”

Paul and John were meanwhile spending a lot of time on their song-writing. You’ll see how much they’d already achieved in this direction as the story pushes on to the first recording days.

John and Paul could never sit down and simply write a song to order. They admit: “We have to wait for the ideas to arrive. It can happen anywhere. On a bus, or a train, or backstage at a dance-hall or theatre. Sometimes the title suggests itself first. Then we get going on the words and music. Sometimes we’ve finished a very successful seller in less than an hour.”

But their most pressing need was for a manager. Paul has told me “When we first started on paid jobs, we honestly thought we weren’t manageable. We thought nobody would want to bother with us. We were a pretty off-beat bunch of characters, to say the least. And we had a sense of humour which somehow involved us all and which was hardly in the interests of discipline. So, for a long time, we just didn’t take any notice of the advice that we should be properly handled. ‘Who’d WANT US,’ was the way we thought...

“And that’s where we were wrong...”

A MANAGER. Liverpool man Allan Williams took on the chore for a while... he now runs the Blue Angel Club on Merseyside.

But the man who was to make show business history with the Beatles knew nothing about the group in that September of 1961. That man, of course, was Brian Epstein, one-time drama student, member of a family which owned a chain of furniture and radio-TV stores in Liverpool.

He was not exactly WITH the beat scene. But he WAS in touch with the public taste through his work in the record department of the stores. He’d been there for five years, building up the business, enlarging the staff roster and increasing the turnover.

And in September, 1961, he was a puzzled man. Fans kept approaching him with: “Have you any records by the Beatles?” Brian mused. Pondered. Wondered. One young lad was particularly persistent in his demands. Brian dug deep into the record-lists. And found reference to that “My Bonnie” single, recorded in Germany, on which the Beatles played a strictly supporting role to guitar-star Tony Sheridan.

“I became Beatle-conscious for a while,” he says. “I always tried to work on the theory that the customer was right - and if they wanted the Beatles, well... I’d do my best to supply the Beatles. Eventually I traced the source and ordered some 200 copies for the record-stores. They sold quickly...

“Then out of the blue I heard they were Liverpool boys, had a rapidly-growing following - and were actually playing in a club near the store. It was a place that I’m sure I’d visited before, a sort of teenage gathering-place, but I really didn’t know much about it.

“After a while, I thought I’d better pop down there and see what all the fuss was about.”

Brian Epstein went to the Cavern. Met the Beatles. And things really started happening for the ambitious but not-too-sure group.

There are two ways of looking at this near-historic meeting. Brian Epstein’s. And the Beatles’ viewpoint.

Beatles first. Said George: “He started talking to us about the record that had created the demand. We didn’t know much about him but he seemed very interested in us and also a little bit baffled.

“He came back several times and talked to us. It seemed there was something he wanted to say, but he wouldn’t come out with it. He just kind of watched us and studied what we were doing. One day, he took us to the store and introduced us. We thought he looked rather red and embarrassed about it all.

“Eventually, he started talking about becoming our manager. Well, we hadn’t really had anybody actually VOLUNTEER in that sense. At the same time, he was very honest about it all - you know, like saying he didn’t really know anything about managing a group like us. He sort of hinted that he was keen if we’d go along with him...”

Brian, quite honestly, thought that the Beatles looked a mess. He wondered what exactly they thought they were trying to be. Their strange jackets, the rather scruffy jeans, the hair-styles, which could only have been styled on something called “chaos.”

“But there was something enormously attractive about them,” he recalls. “I liked the way they worked and the obvious enthusiasm they put into their numbers. People talk about the Liverpool sound but I sometimes wonder what exactly they mean. These boys put everything into their routines but they didn’t use echo. That struck me as being a very good thing.

“It was the boys themselves, though, who really swung it. Each had something which I could see would be highly commercial if only someone could push it to the top. They were DIFFERENT characters but they were so obviously part of the whole. Quite frankly, I was excited about their prospects, provided some things could be changed.”

And Brian told his friends: “This could easily turn out to be the biggest show business attraction since Elvis Presley.” It’s a tribute to his foresight and intuition that that is precisely what has happened.

Brian decided to get the boys together at a round-table conference at his store. A time was fixed and the boys agreed. But Beatles are not always the easiest of people to organise. Brian sat waiting... and waiting... and waiting. He was trying to cope with the vastly complex figures of Christmas orders for the store and minutes were precious to him.

Eventually THREE Beatles arrived. George, John and Pete. No Paul. Story goes that Brian got George to ring through and see what had happened to the left-handed guitar-star. And that Paul admitted he was still in the bath... but wouldn’t be long!

Brian was rather on his high-horse. He felt it was not the right thing for someone who wanted to talk business to be kept waiting. He pointed out that Paul, the cherubic one of the four, would be extremely late. “Yes,” said George, forcing back a grin. “But he’ll also be extremely clean.”

Says Brian: “That sense of humour is invaluable. You could hardly feel annoyed at their lack of business ability. They were just four individual and off-beat characters.”

Prior to Brian taking such an interest, there was great concern among Cavern people that there was a chance of the Beatles packing in all thoughts of show business careers. Bob Wooler had tried hard to get BBC television producer Jack Good interested in the group. Jack had produced beat shows, like “Six-Five Special” which had been the stepping-stone to success for artistes like Cliff Richard. But Jack was also in demand in the States... and he’d gone there to further his own career long before Bob could get any decision from the telly-folk.

Brian, having eventually assembled all four Beatles in the same room, put his propositions to them. He went through a process of brain-washing, though he did it all very tactfully. He didn’t like their manner of dress. Wasn’t knocked out by the unruly hair-cuts. Was singularly unimpressed by the way they casually drank tea on stage while in the middle of shows.

He pleaded with them rather than ordered them. He knew they were a valuable property and he was knocked out at the way their personal following was growing through the Merseyside area.

Said John: “He’d tell us that jeans were not particularity smart and could we possibly manage to wear PROPER trousers. But he didn’t want us suddenly looking square. He let us have our own sense of individuality.”

He added: “We respected his views. We stopped champing at cheese rolls and jam butties on stage. We paid a lot more attention to what we were doing. Did our best to be on time. And we smartened up, in the sense that we wore suits instead of any sloppy old clothes.”

It was a master-plan. A long-term plan if necessary but it was aimed at making the most of four young men who clearly had that star quality in them... even though a recording contract was still more than nine months away.

Obviously, Brian Epstein’s main job was to get the group on record. He knew the strength of their popularity in Liverpool and he felt it wouldn’t be a hard job to interest some of the London companies. But that was where Brian was wrong.

He even delayed any sort of action until the results of the 1961 “Mersey Beat Poll” were announced. That came up at the end of the year. And the Beatles were high and dry in top place in this important survey of how the public felt about the myriad groups operating in the scene. Said Brian: “I thought this was the ‘Open Sesame’ to the recording scene. I felt that Liverpool was important enough to have London executives falling about to sign the boys. I was wrong...”

Brian, though technically still in charge of important parts of the family business, threw himself into the job of getting the Beatles known nationally. He had the backing of the Beatles’ parents and it was to be no holds barred for the major break through.

He started visiting London. Hopefully. Optimistically. But record executives showed an alarming tendency to register non-committal gloom. Brian had to keep reporting apparent failure to the boys - by now riding higher than ever in popular acclaim in Liverpool.

Cont’d next month in No. 6

#Brian Epstein #The Beatles #Beatles Book Monthly #1963 #60s #Billy Shepherd

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thatweeboverthereisthirsty · 4 years

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Hey hmm... what about Yandere!Dorm leaders with a S/O who just doenst really care that they are yandere? They don't really mind and find cute sometimes :) Please write if you wish to, please don't overwork yourself <33

My first yandere request! I’m not very good at yandere so I hope I did a good job. I finished Malleus’ after writing poetry so I had a hard time coming up with sentences that didn’t rhyme so his is a bit shorter than the rest. Anyways please enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere behavior, mentioned murder and violence, kidnapping, stalking, poisoning, stockholm syndrome, delusional/oc characters

Riddle:

The moment he saw you Riddle knew he was in love

He approached you with flowers everyday and was delighted when you always accepted them graciously

Would probably try to court you like a gentleman first

It’s unlikely that he will submit to the urge to lock you away until something serious happens

When someone else does touch his little rose he will snatch you up and bring you back to his room in Heartslabyul

Makes sure that you know not to leave unless he tells you that you can

He is not a violent yandere

He knows that you love him and that you don’t mean to make him upset

When he lets you out he makes sure that Trey, Cater, Deuce, and Ace are there to keep an eye on you

You will never be out of their sight and when you are it is when you are lounging in Riddle’s room

Eventually he comes to trust that you won’t try to run away and leaves the door unlocked

He even turns the lock around so you can lock yourself in just in case a threat comes

Over the holidays he takes you with him and the two of you have a lovely time walking around his home town

The fact that anyone that doesn’t have his permission to approach you gets sudden injuries and bruises a day after you’ve spoken to them doesn’t go unnoticed

You simply tell yourself that he is such a sweet boyfriend to protect you from any threats

You tell him that you would like to talk to a specific person and he allows it only if you approached them first

When you accidentally do something to make him mad he starts to scream and puts your chain and collar on so you can’t leave

It’s alright though because he always has a good reason to be mad at you

You call him over to cool down and hug him tightly repeating apologies and telling him how much you love him

No matter what you’ve done he can never stay mad at you for long

“My little rose, you are just perfect for me.”

Leona:

Leona doesn’t fall for you right away and even if he did it isn’t in a lions nature to charge out into the hunt without a strategy for success

He will watch you from a distance and study his feelings of interest towards you as if your relationship was a chess game and it was his move

When the time comes that Leona has decided that as the prey your guard is down enough for him to strike he will do so in a subtle and natural way to avoid drawing attention

Ruggie’s unique magic helps with this by leading you straight to his room

There he dresses you in the savannahs loveliest silks and gowns, beads and necklaces of gold are strung around your neck and limbs

You have a pair of gold cuffs encasing your wrists which lead to the wall behind you

Once he has organized you in a way that suits his taste he will have Ruggie deactivate his unique magic and leave

He expects you to freak out and is surprised when you stay relatively calm

He tells you that he is infatuated with you and that you are to love him back

Of course he is caught off guard when you lean forwards as far as you can with the chains and kiss him gently

Soon he decides to test your loyalty to him and takes you out of the chains to sleep next to him at night

Leona purrs happily when he sees that you are not only still in bed with him but curled up against his side

He won’t let you out unless you are with him or Ruggie though and you have to be within 6 feet of them at all times unless you have permission to wander further

Nearly any other male is not allowed to go near you

They can chat with you over text where Leona can check what is happening or if they do approach you he will snap his teeth at them and tell them to back off

Covers you in his scent every morning and every night just to make sure

When you return to the palace with him he has the servants treat you as if you were royalty yourself

If he gets jealous or angry he will be quick to remind you that you are his and belong to no one else

You literally will never leave his sight unless you have an uncovered and obvious bite mark and hickey

Falls asleep on your lap as you calmly braid his hair

“Hmm… A lion always catches his prey, and now your mine.”

Azul:

When Azul wants something he gets it

He has Jade and Floyd bring you to him where he is waiting with a beautiful room for you

He used his make a deal to have a student add another room directly next to his with a wall that is made of nearly entirely glass

Azul finds it incredibly amusing that you are behind glass when usually it’s the humans that put fish behind glass in aquariums

He is very insecure so it is unlikely that he will ever let you out unless you are accompanied by himself and the Leech twins

Brings you your school work and helps you study and pass

Will get you anything and everything you desire no matter what lengths he has to go to

If you get fussy he will slip a sedative into your drink and cuddle with you until you wake

It is unlikely that you get fussy about much since all he wants to do is make you happy

You enjoy your life in Azuls arms and let him snuggle with you whenever he wants

Gentle kisses in between reassuring words that you still love him even though he won’t take you to the carnival since you could get lost

When he does take you places it’s usually just around the school or to malls that aren’t very popular

If someone else approaches you besides the sales people and even them if Azul feels your safety is threatened he will send the twins to silently take care of the matter

You pretend not to notice how the news is featuring a new murder a few hours after you’ve arrived home after a day out

He is very anxious that you won’t like his octopus form so it will take a while for you to coax him into showing you

Almost immediately after he transforms you throw yourself into his arms and ask him to wrap his tentacles around you

You call it the ultimate cuddle and he always blushes a deep red

“Oh no sweetheart, the festival has far too many people. I’ll bring stuff back for you that way no one ever has the chance to take you from me.”

Kalim:

A delusional lover the whole way

It never occurred to this sweetpea that you might not want to spend the rest of your life in a large gold cage filled with anything and everything you could possibly desire

The cage is huge and takes up most of the space in one of Scarabia’s unused rooms

Otherwise the room is decorated lavishly and around the edges piles of gold lay mixed with jewels and gorgeous silks

He calls you his most valuable treasure and says that not even a genie could make him happier

Jamil likely used snake whisperer on you to lure you into the cage for Kalim to keep you

You are a bit surprised at first and Jamil has to explain that you are here cause you are Kalim’s new lover

He is quite surprised when you simply accept it and return his hugs and kisses with enthusiasm

Every day he has you dressed in the most expensive silks and covered head to toe in jewels and gold

Will also simply sleep with you instead of using his own room

All of the food you eat or drink will be tested by a taste tester to avoid you falling ill with poison

This sweet baby boy will give you gifts everyday and bring you to see carnivals and festivals and parades of all sorts

You are also allowed to attend parties and such but only if your main accessory is a neck collar with a chain that leads to his wrist

Art will be painted of you all the time and he fixes you in a range of poses so that he can look at them whenever he wants and be reminded of you

Brings you to meet each of his siblings and helps you remember all their names and faces

Kalim will get jealous when they hug you 100% and pulls you back into his arms

Leads you away back to your cage where no one can reach you

“Main tumhen bahut pyaar karata hoon mera chhota sitaara” (“I love you so much my little star” in Hindi)

Vil:

Vil is the kinda person where if he wants something he will get it no matter what

He immediately sends Rook to hunt down and retrieve you

When he finally has you in his grasp he doesn’t even think about letting you go

You will be his forever

Keeps you in chains disguised as jewelry and gives you enough length to wander around his room but not enough to reach the door

He does your makeup and hair beautifully every morning and coordinates your outfits as well

Will spend hours taking care of your skin and body

Baths with him every night where he massages creams and serums into your skin for hours

He loves how by the end of it you are so relaxed and sleepy that when he unchains you and pulls you into bed there is no resistance

His insecurities lead him to believe that no that he has you and you have seen him without the thousands of layers of makeup that you will be repulsed by him

It very much isn’t the case and when you sense he is feeling insecure you will pull him close to you and tell him how beautiful he is

It takes forever to convince him to let you out of his room

Hours of snuggles and reassuring words that you won’t leave is the only thing that helps him let you go

Even then it is unlikely that he will let you leave Pomefiore

When he feels comfortable enough he may let you walk the grounds with him or if he’s in a good mood you can go by yourself

Rook is still positioned to watch you just in case though

Vil will use you as a muse for photo shoots all the time

He dresses you up and brings you to a beautiful area of the dorm and take hundreds of pictures of you

He only shares a few with the world though

He likes to think he is taunting people with the beauty that he has but they can not grasp

The rest are something that he looks at frequently to calm down and feel happy

His favorite pictures are the ones where you are wearing his crown

“Your beauty surpasses even mine, my queen. Even more reason to never let another person have you.”

Idia:

His entire life Idia has suffered from major social anxiety and insecurities

So when he meets you and he doesn’t feel anxious at all he knows that he will never come across another person like you again

He invites you over to play video games and locks the door behind him

When you aren’t paying attention he puts a small collar around your neck

You can’t get it off but it doesn’t really bother you that much

It is small and light so there was no reason

It’s probably just his way of giving you jewelry

However when you go to leave, the second your hand touches the door knob a strange feeling enters your body and you go unconscious

When you wake he explains that he is very sorry but he just had to have you

Lets you know in a very scary voice that his room is completely soundproof and the collar will knock you out anytime you touch the door

Essentially it’s impossible to leave and no one is coming to save you

After he locks himself in his bathroom and cries for almost an hour because he is so horrified by his own actions

Not horrified enough to let you go though

In the beginning you have a bit of a hard time adjusting to life in Idia’s room but eventually you begin to develop the same anxiety as him

You couldn’t even think about leaving for the fear that something might happen to you

The only way you can stay safe is with him and in his room

You liked him in the first place so it didn’t particularly bother you that he had kidnapped you in order to make you like him

However, the case of Stockholm syndrome became quite extreme

Idia relished the way that you shook when he decided to take you for a walk and he never got tired of you begging him to stay and keep you safe in his room

He taught you all about his video games and how to play each one

You became almost as proficient as him although when you played against each other he often let you win

Ortho loves you to pieces

Not only does he get a new big sister but his big brother has someone to socialize with

If only he could convince you to go outside as well

“What if you get sick. Oh no there is no way I would let that happen to you. Just stay in here with me. You will be safe in my room forever.”

Malleus:

Humans are just so fragile he has a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you are able to survive on your own

This just won’t do

He has Lilia pick you up and bring you to him as soon as he hears that you got a scratch from a bush you walked past earlier that day

Sleeping spells to keep you from waking as he tends to your wounds and puts a magical barrier around his room

You will never be allowed to leave without him there to protect you

The world is a dangerous place and as a weak human there is a low chance of survival

It will be alright though because with him you will always be safe and happy

He uses his royal status to have you treated like a queen

Anything you want is yours and honey the sky's the limit

Even things that money can’t buy it will be yours

Everything except for your freedom

Not that you mind

Being fawned over and spoiled by the man you like is a dream come true and more than you could have ever asked for

Every day you appreciate all the time and attention he gives you as he makes sure you are healthy and have everything you want

He also teaches you everything he knows about being elegant and graceful

Claims that it will be necessary in order for you to become the future queen of the valley of thorns

Long dances followed by sweet kisses and etiquette lessons rewarded by cuddles fill your days

He allows you the opportunity to walk with him at night underneath the stars and tells you how beautiful you are in the dark

“Even if I have to kill to keep you. You will be mine forever.”

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anironsidh · 3 years

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AnironSidh 2020 fic and moodboard masterpost

I didn’t write very much this year between the general mess of 2020 and senior year, but here’s what I did manage to write this year (sorted by fandom). If there’s no chapter count for a fic, it’s a oneshot

Queen/BoRhap

Just Keep Losing My Beat || jimercury Hogwarts au. Freddie Mercury/Jim Hutton (jimercury), Brian May/Roger Taylor (maylor). Hogwarts au, found family, maylor, jimercury, i will post more soon. Chapters: 7/?

Summary: Hogwarts is not ready for Freddie Mercury. Not even close.In which Brian May is trying to be successful, Roger Taylor is just confused, John Deacon doesn't want the spotlight, and Freddie Mercury just wants to find somebody to love and make his place in the world.

(Love Of My Life) Don't Leave Me || hardzello (for borhap summer cast event) for the @queenandborhapevents and written for @johndeaconshands. Hardzello, fluff, happy ending, love confessions, first kiss

Summary: Joe's worried about what kind of future he and Ben may have once the movie is no longer keeping them in the same place, and he may find something more waiting for him to ask. - Written for johndeaconshands on tumblr for the BoRhap Summer Event 2020

Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play || tyob 2020 gift fic for xofunghoul / @heybuddy-drabbles. This fic was for the @queenandborhapevents two years of borhap event. hardzello, flashbacks, fluff, picnic, proposal.

Summary: A look back at how Ben and Joe figured things out, got together, made a home with each other, and in which Joe has just one question in mind. - A gift fic for xofunghoul and the two years of borhap exchange on tumblr (modded by @maz-zello and myself). Prompt was for hardzello, fluff, domestic moments. I think I did pretty well, let me know what y'all think in the comments!

Phandom/Dan and Phil

For The Dreams of Youth || phandom reverse bang 2020 parent!phan au for the @phandomreversebang 2020. art by @akikaji and beta @rainbowchristy. Dan/Phil, fluff, parent!phan Chapters 2/3

Summary: Dan isn't quite sure about a kid of his own. It hadn't felt like a possibility, not until recently. He may find that he's more ready than he expected. Dan and Phil's journey towards parenthood told through a series of videos to one day hand over to their child.

I Wonder When We're Gonna Make It || phandom reverse bang 2020 (1980s au), for the phandomreversebang 2020. Dan/Phil, queen references, 1980s au, period typical homophobia, happy ending, angst with fluff. Chapters 1/2. art by @luisaloveshoney and betaed by @i-might-leave-soon / @eilidh

Summary: When a new neighbor moves into the town that Daniel Howell has lived in his entire life and finds his safe spot in the town's vineyard, he will challenge Dan's view of himself and his town. Soon enough, they find themselves in an attraction nothing like Dan's ever known and one that those around them cannot understand. This may be Dan's only chance to escape and truly be himself. - A fic for a phandom reverse bang 2020 prompt in which Dan and Phil live near a vineyard, sneak grapes, drink stolen wine, and fall in love despite the times (1980s). Also, in which I project my love for queen onto Dan, because Muse doesn't exist yet and because I can.

I Ain't Gonna Face No Defeat a good omens au for the @phandomreversebang 2019, masterpost and art by @hiwatari-art here. Dan/Phil, good omens au, post bookshop scene, Crowley!Dan x Aziraphale!Phil. betaed by phanandpenguins/ @ringsandbutterflies

Summary: Daniel Howell has been stationed on earth for six thousand years, his only constant companion Phil Lester, an angel of Heaven. When his angel is nearly taken away from him he begins to realize just how important Phil is to him. -the bar scene in ep6 of good omens where Aziraphale is discorperated and Crowley is in the bar mourning him- Please be sure to check the art by hiwatari! Thanks to phanandpenguins for their beta work!

Good Omens

Songs Full Of Sad Things || Ineffable Husbands Raphael!Crowley for the good omens big bang. Crowley was Raphael, eventual happy ending, angst and fluff, wip. Chapters 8/15

Summary: -Crowley and Aziraphale are quite happy in their new Tadfield cottage five years after Armageddon, or rather, the armageddon-that-wasn't. They've settled into a routine with each other and the Them. Everything seems fine. Anathema and Newton are even getting married soon. -And then everything Crowley has built up for the last 6,000 years comes tumbling down with a visit from Gabriel and the revelation of his past, of how high he Fell. He hadn't wanted to remember his past as an archangel. Not now. His past is told bit by bit while those brought together by the almost-end of the world must pick up the pieces. - aka Crowley was the archangel Raphael, Gabriel's a dick, and Aziraphale just wants to help. Also, Warlock WILL fight anyone who hurts his Nanny, even God.

As You Wish || Good Omens/Princess Bride au, inspired by @anotherwellkeptsecret. Princess bride au, another one I promise i will get back to, eventual happy ending. Chapters 2/?

Summary: Warlock is sick and Nanny Ashtoreth reads him a story of romance and swordfights, perhaps inspired by a certain angel she knows. In which Aziraphale is Buttercup and in love with the handsome Crowley, a farm boy. When he is reported dead, killed by the Dread Pirate Nutter, Aziraphale falls into despair and eventually agrees to marry the devious Prince Gabriel. He is kidnapped by a con artist, Beelzebub, and their two henchmen in order to start a war. Crowley, who survived his rumored attack, rescues him from the trio. They must now free Aziraphale from Gabriel's clutches if they wish to have a new life with each other. Inspired by anotherwellkeptsecret on tumblr (penumbra on ao3)

Before I Lose You || gomens holiday swap gift for @gregayy and the Good Omens Holiday Exchange. post-canon, fluff with a sprinkling of angst but there’s barely any tbh, ineffable husbands, (technically for the gomens 2019 holiday swap, but it was posted on the third of january so I’m including it)

Summary: Armageddon has been averted, and yet their troubles are far from over. Heaven and Hell want their revenge for a Plan foiled. Crowley knows this far too well, knows he has far too little time for what he's wanted for so many centuries... Aziraphale. Believing they may not live to see another sunset, they take a step usually taken by humans. They've only got this one chance, don't they?aka they get married, believing they may not have another chance to, as requested by gregayy/scmnz

Can't You See || good omens ficlet for @wheeloffortune-design. Ineffable husbands, ficlet, happy ending, first kiss

Summary: Crowley being brave - wheeloffortune-design on tumblr. Based on this art, I think I wrote this instead of studying for a midterm lmao

Hobbit/LOTR

By His Side || Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 Bagginshield fic for KeyWolf25888 for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday 2020 exchange. Gen, M/M, Bilbo/Thorin, happy ending, fluff, bilbo stays in erebor fic

Summary: Bilbo Baggins is just staying in Erebor for now, just until he knows every member of the Company will be alright after the Battles, but his feelings for a certain dwarven king may change his plans just slightly.Or, a Bilbo Stays In Erebor fic as requested by KeyWolf25888 for the Have A Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 exchange! I haven't done much Hobbit fic in a while, but it was nice to get back to these characters.

Reylo

you're nothing, but not to me || reylo fix-it. Rey/Ben Solo, poe/finn, tros fix it fic bc i was mad after watching that movie, I promise I’ll get back to it soon I just need to work out the plot (and it could also use a beta, if anyone’s interested) Chapters 3/?

Summary: The aftermath of the victory. They may have won, but what comes next? What happens when the battle is won, when the fight is over, but a former enemy is brought into their midst? What happens when Rey brings a near-death Ben Solo back with her? The remaining Resistance is not willing to forgive him easily for what he has done as Kylo Ren. It will not be easy, but it must be done.

Moodboards

Phandom/Dan and Phil

Phandom Reverse Bang 2020 Pride Au Moodboard, fics by @judearaya and @counting2fifteen Summary: Dan goes to pride for the first time, traveling to London on his own. He hasn't come out to his family yet, just a random person online called amazingphil. At pride, he sees a man (Phil) on a float and decides he has to talk to him. Eventually (maybe after a few times hanging out/dates) he finds out that Phil is amazingphil. The moodboard for my prb 2020 pride au, with fics by counting2fifteen and judearaya!

Queen

Royal Maylor au honeymoon in Japan

Queen Iliad au with hardzello, maylor, and deacury

Brian’s Birthday moodboard

Maylor Hamilton au

Jimercury Sad moodboard (hurts like hell)

Reylo

Titanic au

Moodboard for You’re Nothing, but not to me

Reylo good omens au

Moodboard for the Heartbreak Prince, fic by the wonderful @kylorenvevo (Thea)

Reylo Frankenstein au, idea partially by @indefinitelyindia

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eirian-houpe · 2 years

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Hello, hello, it is your Santa! Your fic is underway; I am working out the kinks as I go along but I have a real sexy tension vibe going that I hope you'll also vibe with. I'd like to get to know you a bit more, if that's Kosher? I noted that you are a teacher - may I inquire the age/area of study? Do you and your family/found family have any holiday traditions around this time of the year? Oh, and what is it about Rumbelle that initially drew you in and keeps you activity in the community?

Good morning, Santa... I'm so excited to hear things are underway, and there is nothing wrong with working out kinks as you go. I do the same. I like the promise of sexy tension vibes. Nothing like a bit of UST to get the old juices flowing.

Perfectly kosher to ask whatever you'd like. I am and EC Resource teacher in high school. That means I work with grades 9 through 12 (and older 12th graders that haven't left yet) who have special needs. Most of the kids I serve are either somewhere on the ASD spectrum, have ADD, ADHD, or some kind of SEL needs.

My family holiday traditions mostly revolve around lights. We try to have the tree up as early as we can, though the last few years I have singularly failed in that, which makes me sad. There are some specific things we do on Christmas Eve, and of course on Christmas day, everyone gathers at mom's house for dinner and gifts. Personally, I'm a (very lapsed - and there's a tale in that) Wiccan, and my own Yule celebrations are very much curtailed. But mostly it's just a warm and snuggly season - or at least that's what I hope for every year.

Funny story about my involvement in Rumbelle, and all it entails. Initially I came to OUaT for another (turned out to be minor) character altogether, because of the actor that played him... but the Rumbelle dynamic was so strong and so dynamic, that it grasped my little heart, and won't let go. Once my muse got it's teeth into me, well then it was a hopeless case... not that I wanted to not be a part of Rumbelle. Rumbelle is so flexible in terms of AU vs Canon, and even allows for Canon AU. The romance and the possible tropes are endless... and both Rumple and Belle are deep, complex characters - so many aspects to explore. I just love everything that they are.

You can 'blame' (or thank) 3 specific people for keeping me as active as I am... They are @emospritelet, who helped me find a home here on Tumblr in the first place; @peacehopeandrats, who helped me find my 'niche' that drives a lot of my fics (Book AUs), and @deliriumsdelight7 - we are a kind of mutual 'bad influence' on each other.

Hopefully that helps you to learn a little bit more about me, and I look forward to talking soon.

#RSS 2021

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deathnotesecretexchange · 3 years

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understanding people with ADHD

To: fiat_luz on twitter

From: @hhhhhotleafjuice / kingofpentacles on ao3

Prompt: Mello helping Matt with his ADHD

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This prompt intrigued me!! I eventually decided that Mello’s strategy to help Matt would be to research it, slightly dehumanizing Matt (not on purpose, just because i like making him dumb), and just generally getting it wrong and having to be put in his place

anyway, i would rate this as Teen, for cursing but this has mostly light themes, just dumb boys being boys. also peep the it’s always sunny reference :D

The atmosphere in the nearest public library was warm and cozy. Mello might have called it romantic, if he was the kind of person who said things like that. The main lights were high above him, but also, a yellow glow seeped from fairy lights strung along the walls of the lobby, contributing to the richly comfortable and Christmas-y feeling of the library. It wasn’t a huge place, but Mello admired whomever put up all the decorations. There were good quality dark green wreaths with bright red ribbons on each wall in the entire place. It smelled like books, and faintly, coffee. Probably, someone around the corner was studying for their final exams with a Thermos. Mello remembered doing the same almost every year before he left Wammy’s house.

But Mello hadn’t done that- or celebrated Christmas, for that matter- in a long time. He’d forgotten the smell of books, and how cheerful the holiday season was. He found himself lighting up at the sight of decorations, and deeper into the silent library, at the endless bookshelves, tall and full with knowledge waiting to be soaked in.

That night, he settled on the couch with one of the books he’d checked out, which was titled Understanding People With ADHD. The disorder was actually pretty interesting. Mello couldn’t really relate to it, but it sounded sort of magical and frustrating at the same time. Many people with ADHD struggle with executive dysfunction that seriously affects their lives, the introduction to the book said. But they are also some of the most creative, spontaneous, and energetic people you could ever meet. That definitely described someone he knew. Speaking of..

The quiet, beeping music of his GameBoy sounded across the room as Matt walked in.

“Didn’t know you could still read,” he said lightly. “Good for you, Mello.”

“Dickhead,” Mello said easily.

“Nah,” Matt mused, curling up into a ball on the other end of their ratty couch. Mello just kept reading and ignored Matt’s little character dying over and over. Each time he fell into a swamp, or the void, or got stomped on by a monster, whatever- it played a sad little tune that made you want to get back up again so the game wouldn’t be so disappointed. Which Matt did (get back up again), over and over. Beep beep beeeep, cried the game when he inevitably died.

The atmosphere of their lowly lit living room was cozy in spite of sad 8-bit background music. The warm, comfortable feeling in his stomach reminded Mello of the library, and he wondered whether they should get some fairy lights or wreaths in here, to make it a little prettier. It was a nice thought. But realistically, it would be like putting a feather boa on Jabba the Hut. They couldn’t make their shabby apartment pretty if they tried. It was comfortable, at least. This was comfortable- reading on the couch next to Matt, the heat of his presence little more than a meter away.

Either an eternity, or an hour- probably an hour- later, Matt suggested they watch a movie. They picked a romantic comedy they said they’d watch ironically, but ended up genuinely enjoying. It was about a woman (named something boring) who kept reliving the same twenty-four hours on Christmas Eve, or something like that. Anyway, she (Amanda?) got a concussion, baked banana bread, and fell in love, and Matt and Mello were cheering for her (Rose?) the entire time.

As the film progressed, they spread out on the couch, and ended up bumping knees and shifting a bit closer together every minute. The movie was good enough, though, that they were both glued to the screen the whole time, and loosely held hands and pushed their legs together unconsciously. Only after (Kate) got her happy ending did each of them wake up from that daze you get watching movies, realize they were touching, and separate.

“Wanna watch something else?”

“Nah,“ Mello said, feeling a little dazed, trying to shake himself awake. It was night now, he realized, and it had been dark for a while. Matt eventually shut his game and walked around the apartment shutting the curtains like he did every night.

"So, ADHD.” His voice came from a room away and was a little muffled. (So he had seen the book title. Mello had wondered about it earlier.)

“Yeah?” Mello said.

“Didn’t know you were so interested in all that psychology stuff.”

“You don’t see why I’d want to be informed about ADHD?” Mello deadpanned.

Matt’s head stuck out from his room, several feet away.

“If you really want to understand me,” Matt’s voice had a sarcastic lilt, mocking the title of the book, “I don’t see why you wouldn’t just ask me about it.”

Mello stuttered a little. “Well- I wanted to be educated and hear from the experts first,” he came up with randomly, an obvious cover for yeah, I genuinely didn’t think of that. Matt didn’t fall for it.

“Well, when you decide who’s more of an expert, I’ll be here.”

“Fine,” fell from Mello’s mouth, but there was no truth behind it. His mind was racing, berating him for not seeing the simple answer, and already plotting for the future. Matt went to bed, and Mello stayed up a little longer on the couch.

From his position (and from a small-ish window) Mello had a limited view of the night sky: about three faint stars could be seen from their apartments main window. Three stars in a black, unforgiving sky.

He wondered what he was going to say to Matt. Matt.. He seemed cool almost all the time. Bored. But if he wasn’t bored, he was racing with energy. Both sides of the spectrum of normal human emotion, equally intense. Matt was like that: all or nothing. He was going to be the best in a certain subject, but he didn’t care about the other ones. He loved cigarettes and hated alcohol. He loves me, he loves me not.

But was that a bad thing? There were good words for that kind of trait: spontaneous was one of them. Creative, hardworking, passionate. Calm, cool, determined. There were bad words, too. Irrational, impulsive, fidgety. Bored, mean, angry. It depended on who he was talking to, whether it was good or bad.

Who was to say ADHD was a disability? Maybe it was just a quirk.

..Then again, Understanding People With ADHD had made it clear that it was difficult to have. It made socializing difficult. It made your life difficult. It wasn’t fair to people with ADHD to say that ADHD is just a quirk. It wasn’t fair to Matt. Even if Matt didn’t appear to need help or at least want to talk about it, he’d just invited him to. And then there was that conversation a couple of nights ago..

(What he had said during their conversation the other night had been running through his head all day. They had gotten drunk off some peppermint thing Matt had almost definitely stolen and Matt had said something along the lines of “ADHD is a huge part of who I am and you know nothing about it, dude” and Mello had said, “I want to understand you, it’s just that we can never really talk unless we’re drunk,” ..or something like that. They had talked all night, and kept drifting towards each other, hands sliding together and eyes connecting sometimes..)

The window seemed to blur the more Mello stared at it, and he ended up with his head resting on his hand. Eventually, as he thought, his head slipped and his chin bumped into the arm rest. He winced. Time to go to bed.

Christmas Eve morning:

“Dude, I think I was a centaur in my past life."

Mello started to roll his eyes, but instinctively corrected himself and took a sip of coffee to hide his irritated face.

"I had the weirdest dream, and I’m starting to think at one point my mom was a horse. She had horse energy."

Matt chattered a bit, talking about his dream, which turned to Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles somehow. Mello tried to genuinely listen, but found himself entranced, for some reason, by Matt’s hair.

It was a little wild from sleep. Matt rolled around a lot in sleep, and it made his short curly hair stick up every which way. He never took care of his hair anyway, so it was permanently frizzy, even more so now.

It made him look soft and relaxed, not to mention vulnerable, as he explained the plot of a kids show in vivid detail. How he could do this but not study for more than an hour, Mello had no idea. But he wasn’t going to judge anymore (well, he was going to try, at least). That was the whole reason for this research/communication thing.

”..you got me?“

"Yeah,” Mello instinctively responded, waking up a bit.

“One thing: I hate shopping. I don’t spend money when I can steal."

Mello scrambled to catch up. What had he been talking about? Turtles, Christmas episode of the turtles, Christmas, decorating.. Oh, stealing Christmas decorations. "We’re trying to be normal citizens now, remember? Not criminals. We definitely don’t need cops on us, with our records. And besides, this place would look even more like shit if we got a bunch of cheery Christmas decorations in here.”

“I call bullshit,” Matt declared.

“You’re impossible.”

After arguing for a while, they decided to go shopping and did not steal; although Matt was seriously tempted when they drove by a Hobby Lobby. (“Come on,” he complained. “They’re homophobic, you know. It’d be homophobic not to steal from them. And they have really good Christmas stuff.”) They ended up visiting a Dollar Tree instead, since Hobby Lobby was insanely expensive (and tempting). They didn’t have lights, but they did have a ton of tinsel and cheap shit that they could drape everywhere, and hopefully that’ll give the same effect, right? Mello wondered. ..Meanwhile, he felt like he was looking at Matt too long, too many times. He was so close all of a sudden, since last night, or maybe before then. Every once in a while, he would lean in and suddenly he was just slightly too close, and Mello imagined leaning over and smelling his hair, for some reason.

It was kind of annoying and (intriguing?) at the same time. He couldn’t tell if Matt was really standing closer than normal (to mess with him? why else?), or if his brain was just warping everything for some reason.

By the end of their errand running, they had a small tree, a shit ton of tinsel (whatever the hell that was), and a really lazy looking Nativity scene. The sheep looked bored. When they got home, Matt drifted over to the couch and curled up on it, hunched in on himself like a hedgehog. Mello got to decorating, not able to help from glancing at his friend every few minutes.

Eventually, he stepped back and looked at the whole apartment. He sighed.

“Matt,” he said loudly, jolting the boy out of his haze.

Matt looked around, and nodded easily. “I like it.”

Mello stared. “Seriously?”

“Um.. It does look a little..” Matt gazed at the room and smacked his lips. In the manger, Baby Jesus seemed to give a sigh. “..Drab."

Mello groaned, looking like he wanted to pull out his gun at the decorations and threaten them until they got better. Or at least, looked less out of place in their worn apartment. He had been right; you couldn’t make this place pretty.

He glared at Matt as an I told you so, and fished a bar of chocolate from his jeans. It was a little soft, so it didn’t snap like he liked it to. Nevertheless, he chewed it hard, somewhere between enthusiastic and vicious. He started to take the decorations down, but Matt protested, coming off the couch to put a handful of tinsel back.

"I’ll fix it for you, Mel,” he said. Mello sighed. Weirdly, it felt like it had been a long day, even though it was just before noon. Actually trying hard to make this place look something like his childhood Christmases and utterly failing had taken something from him, and he felt vaguely like pouting.

“Could you even go shopping by yourself?” He challenged Matt. “I had to stop you from spending all our money on random crap like, three times. How did you even live without me?”

Matt looked at him. “See, dude, it’s shit like that. Didn’t you say you wanted to understand me, the other night? Understand this, asshole: don’t insult me about things I can’t control.”

“I-” Mello was caught off-guard, and felt his stomach sink a little. “I didn’t know you even remembered that."

"So you thought that I thought that you were just randomly into ADHD all of a sudden?”

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t a nice thing to say.” Mello practically had to kick himself to get the words out, stumbling and sounding like he was reading off a card. He felt a little embarrassed at himself, that it was this hard for him to apologize. He was in his twenties, if barely, and was legally an adult. Shouldn’t he be better at this? But the law had nothing to do with nature. Nature said that he still sometimes had childish urges that were completely unadult. Nature made Mello bad at apologies. (Still, all that meant was that he had to practice.)

“I’m sorry,” he said again, more firmly this time. “I didn’t mean it.”

Matt nodded his acceptance, flipping the screen of his toy up and down, thinking. “You mind going out again then?” It was true, Matt probably couldn’t do all the shopping on his own (lists, planning, and deadlines were not his forté).

Mello didn’t mind. He was realizing now that he already helped Matt with plenty of things, and it was instinct to point him in the right direction, and encourage him, in his own way. Mello hadn’t needed to do research after all, just to listen (and pay attention).

They decided to put some real effort into it this time, and returned some of the stuff from Dollar Tree, just to scrape up every cent they had. They easily spent twice as much as before at a flea market, and (after Matt insisted) Hobby Lobby (although they did a fair amount of “borrowing” as Matt called it).

Matt also insisted on hiding a few things he bought, making Mello turn away as he swiped a stolen card for them.

They decorated all afternoon, taking much longer than Mello had with the initial things from the dollar store. Matt put on a Christmas playlist, and Mello hummed sometimes, under his breath. Matt was more the type to belt it out, although he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. It was incredibly annoying (and cute, but Matt didn’t need to hear that).

They ended up having enough supplies that they decorated the kitchen too, and put up a few wreaths in the hallway. The end result was actually kind of.. quaint. Mello had ended up getting things that reminded him of the library, dark green and bright red and low yellow lighting (Matt pushed him into impulsively buying the fairy lights). It was less expensive looking than the library, but it was very them, not to mention cozy-looking and warm. They kept the simple nativity scene, but decorated it with tinsel, making even the sheep look a little more happy.

As much as the living room looked like the library Mello had visited, he couldn’t help but also be reminded of Wammy’s House, mostly from the things Matt had secretly gotten. The little Christmas tree had also stayed, and Matt had bought a silver angel for the top, similar to the one they pulled out every Christmas at Wammy’s. Stacked next to the tree were a few small presents Matt had wrapped in newspaper, another reference to their childhood. Besides the tree, Matt had gotten a cinnamon-scented candle, a reminder of a little blonde girl from Wammy’s House who had gotten a candle for Christmas and lit it every Christmas Eve in the sitting room; she made it last four years. Cinnamon always reminded Mello of her, and simple kindness and generosity. But the apartment also reminded him of Wammy’s House just because of how happy he was, and having Matt by his side for his first real Christmas in years.

Mello walked around the living room (it didn’t take long), occasionally trailing his fingertips along some wreath or bauble. It was pretty in the room, and glittering everywhere. It was- dare he say- romantic. He shot Matt a smile, uncaring that he probably looked ridiculous, grinning so openly. It was going to be a bitch to clean up, but it was also so pretty in here.

They sat together on the couch in their newly Christmas-ified apartment and watched another clichéd romcom movie that was enjoyable in its ridiculousness. Matt pulled out another thing he’d snuck from the store: a small box of candy canes. Naturally, they sucked down the end of their respective candy canes until they were sharp as needles, and fought with them like swords.

Their first kiss tasted like peppermint.

#submission

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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Title: gray wool socks

Theme: fireplace/stockings

Fandom / Character(s):Ray Palmer x OFC! Avaleigh Benson, second part. Legends of Tomorrow.

Warnings: uhhh. unabashed fluff fest here +... Maaaybe a little bit teasing/innuendo and making out.

I made the moodboard thing. Don’t steal or repost/claim as your own.

Word Count: uhh.. 300 to 700+, roughly.

So this is the SECOND part to Ray and Avaleigh’s story. The first part, Heat [m], was the first night of 12 days. The third part is coming up soon and I did another moodboard/blurb for that, cookies/baking and gingerbread... and now, in this part, Ray and Avaleigh are STILL stuck in the 1950′s, working on their first/second year. And neither of them really want to go back.. They’re settling into a slow and lazy and comfortable routine for themselves. This is just.. the two of them... being cute/flirtatious as they decorate the house for the holidays and celebrate their anniversary...This is my entry for the day for @12daysofchristmas 12 Days of Christmas challenge that is being hosted by bae @chambucks, btw.

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

TAGGING:

@chasingeverybreakingwave and @helluvawriter are the only people I know that would be into reading this. If you’re not on the taglist for Legends, either shoot me a dm/ask on the man or here, or click the doc linked below and add yourself pls.

[ about my writing | masterlist | multifandom tag doc ]

He was sitting by the fireplace, the warm glow lighting his face as brown eyes moved over the stack of papers in front of him. I leaned in the doorway of the study, watching him with a goofy smile on my face and my fingers toying with the beautiful silver locket he’d gotten me for our first anniversary.

This time last year if anyone even hinted that I’d enjoy being stuck in the past… Or that I’d fall head over heels with Ray Palmer, who is my opposite in pretty much every way imaginable, I probably would’ve laughed and told you that you were insane or something.

But I was and I had.

I stepped into the study and slid the pocket doors shut behind me softly, slinking towards the spot Ray sat in at his desk. I straddled his lap and reached for his hand, gently prying the papers and the pen loose. His hands moved over my sides and he blinked, trying to rid his eyes of strain. His eyes roamed over my body and he swallowed hard. A hand stopped on my bare thigh, squeezing a little as he chuckled quietly and pressed his forehead right against mine.

“Someone looks warm and cozy.” his mouth brushed against mine with every word and I mumbled back with a soft laugh and shrug, “I am, actually. I’d apologize for stealing your shirt but honestly, it’s so soft and it smells just like you so I’m not sorry.”

“I’d complain but honestly, I’m enjoying the view far too much.” he chuckled quietly, clearing his throat. “Did you get the decorations ready?”

“I did. They’re all out in the living room.” I nipped at his bottom lip, every intention of distracting him from both the tasks he currently had at hand. “You need a break, baby. All work and no play makes Ray a dull boy.”

His hand skimmed my thigh and he groaned when I scooted just a little closer, giving a teasing little wiggle as I settled myself into place, pressing against him lightly. Fingertips dug into my thigh and he nipped right back at my lip, musing quietly, “Are those my socks too, princess?”

“Mhm. They’re knee socks on me, you’re an actual giant.” I teased gently and Ray shifted around in his chair, causing me to rub right up against him. His fingertips dug into my thigh just a little more and he chuckled quietly against the deepening kiss. “If you keep teasing me, sweetheart.. The house isn’t going to get decorated. And that means that we’ll have to do it tomorrow… Instead of spending all day in bed together like you specifically said you wanted to do. Or going out to play in the snow.”

I sighed, fluttering my eyes open and closed, cozing myself against him just a little bit more, putting my arms around his neck. Nodding, I gave a soft laugh as I leaned in and outright stole another kiss, “You’re gonna love the stockings I managed to get, I think.”

He smiled, giving a soft groan when I rubbed against him again, accidentally on purpose. “I am, huh?” he asked in a quiet and soft husk, “Do you think maybe I can unwrap something tonight? Because I very much want to.”

“Oh, I think that can be arranged, baby. Because I very much want you to.” I mumbled back against his mouth, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as I deepened the kiss.

I know exactly what I came in here to do. Distract him. Love on him a little, because I just can’t stop myself from doing so.

Guess that just shows how content I truly am at last. And hopefully, just how much I love Ray and the life we’re building while trapped here in 1950…. I still can’t believe that it’s been an entire year...

#12 days of christmas #12daysofchristmas #ray palmer fanfiction #ray palmer fanfic #ray palmer imagine #ray palmer imagines #my writing; ray palmer #my moodboards; ray palmer #my fics; ray palmer #part 2 of 3.

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soldouthaz · 4 years

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If it's not personal, could you mention all the current fics you are writing (like the basic plot, for example" enemies to lovers with spy Harry and nurse Louis) and the ones you've always wanted to write but you haven't found the time to do so?

yeah, for sure! this is such a fun question! there are a few I'm keeping a secret for now just as far as birthdays and holidays go but I'd be happy to go over some of the ones I've got almost finished! (I have over 25 wips but you can find some of them here!) thank you for asking!

#1. charlie’s angels inspired au posting: october 2020 | estimated word count: 25k | implied b!L

this one (if I can find the time to finish it!) is set to come out sometime in October so hopefully soon! louis is the brains, harry’s the charm, liam’s the muscle, and niall drives the getaway car. zayn makes an appearance as well :) I've never written anything quite like this before and I'm super excited to see if ya’ll like it! it’s not enemies to lovers since they’re all super close friends but each character has a bit of a backstory that tangles them all together!

#2. look after you iii posting: ?? 2020 | estimated wc: 50k | b!L

this series has been one of my favorites to write and I love these characters so so much. the first and second book were past and present, and this third one will be about the future. it’s got adoption and married life and fluff and angst and allllll of the kinkiness from the others as well! this one’s important to me because I was adopted as well and I've seldom seen that as a big theme in fics. it won’t be for everyone but I'm hoping it resonates with some of you!

#3. the blff’s posting: nov. - dec. 2020 | estimated wc’s: 40k & 30k | b!L

this is the first year that I've gotten to participate in the blff and I’m so excited!! I absolutely adore both of my prompts (#411 and #322) and I hope to do the prompters justice! #411 is the smoking one that I just recently posted a snippet from and everyone seems to be very excited for it! harry’s a psych major and decides to help Louis get over his oral fixation with something else ;) featuring roommates and best friends to lovers! #322 is a dom/sub prompt where Louis’ nervous after being matched with a younger dom (harry) but of course he goes above and beyond his expectations. that one has been so so interesting to write because I really dived deep into the dynamic. I can’t wait to see what everyone else puts out for the fest as well!

#4. stem major louis posting: ?? 2020 | estimated wc: 45k | b!L

this is an idea I had that I've been working on off and on for nearly a year now. it’s stem major Louis who’s dedicated his entire studies to proving that love doesn’t exist. enter philosophy major harry. lots of nerdy conjecture and debate etc.. I've really enjoyed doing the research for this one! definitely some enemies to lovers vibes as well ;)

#5. sitcom au posting: 2021 | estimated wc: 50k - 100k | b!L

I am sooooooooo excited about this one. it’s a friends-esque setting with the cast members as the five boys. the storyline follows all of them (but mainly h&l) as they film all of the seasons of the show and also navigate their own lives and trauma and healing. I don’t want to give too much away but there are some enemies to lovers elements... kind of... as well as angst and character development and the works. but also just a lot of friendship and growing up and all of that good stuff! I like to write things I feel like I can relate to and this one has just been an endless source of happiness for me recently. I can’t wait for you guys to read it!

and then for some that I have in my list to write but haven’t gotten around to yet:

#1. modern day fairytales

I'm obsessed with the idea of taking fairytales and twisting them to fit realistically into today’s society. I think a series on each of the classic fairytales (beauty and the beast, the little mermaid, etc.) could be really really cool!

#2. ghost writer Louis

Louis is someone’s ghost writer traveling with them as a friend even though no one’s supposed to know that he’s actually writing the songs for the artist. harry’s the opening act on tour with them and is Louis’ secret muse, but things get confusing when harry thinks it’s the artist that’s writing the songs so clearly directed toward him. cue angst and pining and all of that good stuff.

#3. grease au

loosely inspired grease au with a twist! harry is excited to see him at school after their summer of romance but louis thinks he’s too good for harry. (preppy louis vs ‘wrong side of tracks’ harry).

#4. until marriage fic

Louis wants to wait until marriage to have sex. harry comes up with some clever ways to circumvent this plan.

#5. PWP’s & drabbles

there are a TON of these on my list, including but not limited to: gentle dentist harry x nervous louis | sunflower farmer harry x tourist louis | louis with chronic hiccups x annoyed at first but then endeared harry | bookshop owner louis x bibliophile harry | proposal drabble inspired by ross’ dream proposal from friends at the planetarium (scientist harry) | bdsm club voyeurism drabble | and more! (I'm always taking suggestions!)

I can share more around the start of next year but for now these are all my main focuses! thank you so much for asking!! I hope some of them sound exciting to you :)

#about me #my fics

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doctorjameswatson · 3 years

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I was tagged by @corvidden @pers-books and @slightlyintimidating Thanks :)

Rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 people you want to get to know better.

1. name: Vicky

2. Nickname: Vickster, Ickle Vickle, Vic

3. zodiac sign: I think it changed recently when they added a couple last year but I was a Scorpio and a Scorpio I shall stay!

4. height: 5′ 9″

5. languages: English. I studied French and Latin at school but only remember a bit of each. Tried to pick up a little bit of German a few years ago but I didn’t do that for very long.

6. nationality: British

7. favourite season: Spring

8. favourite flower: Lavender and Daffodils

9. favourite scent: Not sure if I have a favourite. Maybe citrus, mint, and freshly cut grass (although my sinuses may not agree with that last one).

10. favourite colour: Purple

11. favourite animal: Pig

12. favourite fictional character(s): This list currently includes: Helen Magnus, James Watson, Sam Carter, Serena Campbell, Bernie Wolfe, Robert Bramwell, Eleanor Bramwell (she’s hella frustrating but still on this list), Elly Chandler, and DI Jill Raymond

13. coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea

14. average sleep hours: I sleep a lot, although right now I’m not sure what quality my sleep is. I usually sleep 8-10 hours. I feel ill on anything less than 6-7.

15. dog or cat person: I’ve never had either, so I’m not sure. Can’t I love both?

16. number of blankets you sleep with: I think right now I have a duvet and 2 blankets. I like being warm in bed, and comfy. All the comfy.

17. dream trip: Well, my dream holiday to Vancouver was supposed to happen last August but of course it did not. Right now my dream trip is to LA to visit @lord-of-killer-indecencies <3

18. blog established: the blog’s archive says I made this blog in December 2017. Now, I had my first James blog as a side blog to my original main but then decided to make a new blog just for RPing my James muse. But I didn’t use it much until this year. So, while I made it in 2017, most of the posts will be from 2020.

19. followers: 84 (it was 86 earlier but I blocked a couple of suspect blogs that looked like they were either bots or porn blogs)

20. random fact: I am a member of Mensa

Tagging: I know it says 20 people but I’d probably end up tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged in this so, with that in mind, I’ll try and pick a few who I think either won’t mind being tagged again or haven’t been tagged (if I’m wrong I’m so sorry and as usual there is no pressure to do the thing :) )

@lord-of-killer-indecencies @justqueeractually @spoilmesweetie @tea-and-shoelaces @bonnissance @luckybarry21

#memes #about me #lord of killer indecencies #justqueeractually #spoilmesweetie #tea and shoelaces #bonnissance #luckybarry21

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multiversemuses · 3 years

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Happy Holidays, @houseofhaseul! As part of my Secret Santa gift for you (the other half can be found below), I wanted to put together a little aesthetic imagining for the softer version of our Coven universe. Here, days are golden and full of what’ll be cherished remembrances, and nobody dies. Romantic connections and friendships are formed but, best of all, a found family.

Thank you so much for all the characters and ’verses we’ve created together (asdfghjkl; I can’t believe it’s going on six years since you applied to NYBN), and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your years of friendship! <3 I’ve loved every idea and creative avenue we’ve already explored, and I’m so excited for our adventures yet to come!!

(Secret Santa Part 2/2)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4DYWTSIMC3kvKf1B6YUGS6

~ A playlist of songs either directly from my muses’ music collection or whose sound + lyrics resonated with how I think they’d feel about their respective love interests in this softer world ~

Baby I'm A Fool - Melody Gardot - from Mina

I’ve always imagined her music tastes leaning toward this jazzy, sultry sound. I’m not sure how Alex comes into the picture in an alternate universe where she wasn’t sent with a purpose, but I like to think the push-and-pull between these two still exists. If I could overlay the time period when Mina is starting to lower her walls - though still not fully trusting Alex’s intentions just yet - with a little non-diegetic music, this is the type of mood I’d like to set on a night when they’re sharing drinks in Mina’s office after everyone else has gone to their rooms upstairs.

That's All - Mel Tormé version - from Tarik

Tarik’s tunes consist of modern songs he can vibe to and music that was before his time but sounds great on vinyl. The main requirement I knew he’d have for a track representing his relationship with Archie is that it be something they could slow dance to in the greenhouse/their rooms together. The fact that this song in particular makes repeated references to “forever” and being resilient against the passage of time felt especially fitting considering Archie’s long life. I also like the pictures it paints, with years of hand holding and walks through nature. It suits them and warms my heart.

I Love You - Sarah McLachlan - from Léonie

Given that Dominic doesn’t come to the academy for detective work in this universe, it felt reasonable to assume there’d be more of a longing-in-local-proximity feel to their dynamic here. They’d be aware of each other because Léonie picked up students from the station, but they might not often have an occasion to talk otherwise. Thus, they’d pine while passing each other on the streets in town until they finally grew weary of excuses not to take a chance and try.

Dream A Little Dream - Kina Grannis version - from Kayara

Being the old soul that she is, I thought a classic song covered by a modern artist would fit Kayara pretty well. Since a common quality time activity between them involves gazing at the night sky and making up their own constellations, I couldn’t help seeking out a song that centers around nighttime and speaks frequently of the stars. This song also has that sense of aching for each other while having to be apart, which was an element I wanted to include for our dear ones who must bide their time and keep their connection a secret.

It's You - Michelle Branch - from Sofia

This song comes up on shuffle on her phone when they’re studying together one night. While Alesha’s still looking down at her book, Sofia’s just openly gazing at her in profile with a soft smile. Is this likely their First Kiss song in the softer universe? *nods* Oh yeah. 100% a First Kiss song. If anything, the lyrics just gave it a blatant push of encouragement. Thank you, Michelle Branch.

Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton - from Nola

Phew, I was really going back to my middle school roots in this section of the playlist, wasn’t I? I have zero regrets because applying the song to their relationship was too cute to resist. I immediately became that little pleading face emoji imaging the gentler timeline for them. Danny and Nola get to make their sparkling connection and nothing tragic interferes with actually exploring that. Someone in the comments on YouTube remarked that this song has a Peter/Wendy feel to it. Setting aside how actual Peter Pan can be kind of terrifying, I am quite taken with the Disney parallel of a redheaded boy sweeping a girl with sandy brown hair away to a magical world that is technically accessible from her own, but only if she’s let in by someone from there who decides to trust her.

I've Just Seen A Face - The Beatles - from Rhett

Initially, I assumed Rhett’s track would be something he first heard in the garage with his dad, but it turned out to be a song played in the house by his mother instead. Persuading him to let me set any of his feelings to music in public posed a bit of a challenge in and of itself. However, I think he at least approves of the fact that this one’s not overwrought. It has a fun energy for our playful pranksters, the sort of thing I could imagine over a montage of their shenanigans, with their friends laughing and exchanging knowing looks in the background.

Youth - Troye Sivan - from Mariette

I trusted my sister’s musical tastes for Ri’s selection, because they’d be such kindred spirits if Mariette existed in our world. I wanted something that captured the joy of a young love, a song that felt like a celebratory swan dive into deep feelings despite already suffering her first heartbreak. It’s the sort of thing she could use as a background track on social media with photos and/or video clips of her time spent making memories with Garrett.

Complicated - Fitz and The Tantrums - from Neve

A song with chaotic energy for our reckless-hookup-turned-relationship. This is absolutely in Neve’s iTunes library somewhere. It’s felt like Their Song to me ever since I heard it for the first time, and I could imagine her identifying with it during the early days of their relationship. The “I love to hate it” line is like, but do you really, though? Or is it the other way around? They’ll work it out and get to softer sentiments eventually. ;)

The Other Side - Betty Who - from Vanessa

I knew, for dearest Nessa’s track, I was looking for something that felt like it could fit in on a playlist with Dancing On My Own by Robyn, our cosigned Marty song from the Unconfessed Feelings Time. Betty Who’s style absolutely fits that bill. I was delighted that there was a reference to bike riding right out the gate, and I liked that this song managed to be full of wishful sentiments but not too angsty. It simply yet perfectly describes the way conversation flows between them, and how often they can stay up late into the night in their dorm room just chatting. The line about saying “I love you” when it’s likely to go unheard, at a time when she knows Marty’s still exploring with other people, adds that dash of temporarily unrequited that gives my heart pangs but doesn’t feel like it will last indefinitely. Someday Marty loving her right back will shift from the platonic variety to something romantic. Vanessa’s heart will be just as full of devotion when it does.

#Secret Santa 2020 #theclonewriter #houseofhaseul #Made for Muses #Verse: Coven #Insp. Music

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between us | jjk

between us | jeon jungkook

characters: jungkook x reader

au(s): college!au, best friends!au

categories: fluff, holiday (i just love christmas and there’s a bit of christmas here)

word count: 1,921

“It doesn’t matter because whatever we have, we keep between us.”

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Part One: The Library

The Cosmos, Literature on the Discourse of the Human body and Physics, Heavenly and Celestial Bodies in Regards to the Human Race,’ all titles of books that YN had no interest in as long as he was on her mind. Of course, it had been him, the boy that she had loved first, last, and always would. It had been yet another study date that she had planned with him, only a few days before finals in a vain attempt to help the older boy raise his GPA one last time before his final tournament before graduating and here she was alone - alone between the bookshelves and doing her best not to fall asleep for the umpteenth time.

“When I see him, I am going to give him a piece of my mind. YN we are not going to let his pretty face push us around anymore! No longer will we suffer the pain-” She mumbles to herself as she skims the pages about the fovea section of the eye, only to feel the sudden jolt of a twenty-one year old boy and his backpack plummeting down beside her.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how much time had passed at practice,” Rasps the voice of a boy who ruffles her hair and laughs at how frustrated she looks, “Yah! I told you that I would be late. You know that coach is always riding my ass.”

“And you’re not riding mine by asking to study with me last minute?” She asks with furrowed brows before pursuing her lips. Yes, YN, she mumbles to herself in triumph. She would not fall to him again. “We have finals in two days and I know you are an athlete but Jungkook don’t you---”

Jungkook only smirks at his girlfriend, lips pulling together to show his signature bunny smile before he cups her cheeks with both hands and he strokes her bottom lip before raising a brow. “Huh? What were you saying? I think I got distracted by your beauty.” He muses and she goes mute.

On second thought, maybe she could let him slide. After all, he was always so attentive when she spoke. He was a smart man too. How else could he be so physically coordinated in ways that she could never be? Damn, that boy was a dream.

“N-nothing,” She stutters with flustered cheeks before she pops her book into his lap and pulls him close by his jacket and leans her head on his shoulder. “Just don’t come late again, okay?”

Jungkook nods before he kisses the top of her head and she swears to god that she is going to die. She will. God, he was so good to her. “I won’t, jagi. I’ll tell coach to just ride Jimin hyung next time,” He muses with a soft giggle before he licks his lips to look over the book. “Now, let’s get on to studying, right?”

God, he was perfect. He did have the prettiest eyes, the way that they angled in a perfect crease and how open they were - how beautiful they were in ways that she could not describe. Even the best painters could not imitate his beauty and she finds herself holding her breath without knowing. She would die for him. She is certain.

Even looking back at it now, she couldn’t believe how she managed her luck. Not to say she was chopped liver, but next to her, Jungkook was a god. A jack of all trades and he was all hers. She still can’t believe how he had managed to slip a piece of paper between her binder (biology, because of course he knew that was her favorite subject and that she would check that first) to ask her to be his. After years of pining and dropping subtle hints, he was hers and there was nothing that inhibited it.

“YN-ah?” He sing songs before he taps her head before kissing her cheek. He always knew how to make her pay attention to him - not that it was hard for him. “I almost lost you for a second baby,” He muses.

And god, yes, he will be the death of her.

She shakes her head, cheeks flushed pink and turning the page to throw her highlighter at him. “Make sure to highlight the notes you find most helpful. And not the whole thing,”

“But what if I wanted to?” He asks with a cheeky smile before he tucks her hair behind her ear. “Would that be so bad?” Jungkook was a man of not just trying, but doing, and he loved nothing more but to fluster his girlfriend. He always knew the way to make her heart flutter and tease her in a way that he only could.

She falters like a flower under a weight, perhaps that was analogous to Jungkook in her. She wonders if she is the paper or the flower. “N-no,” She stutters, flustered before he entwines his fingers with hers.

Jungkook chuckles before he pulls her hand close and pauses before he yawns. “What if we just napped and studied together later?” He asks in a gentle tone; his voice barely above a whisper as his hand brushes her cheek.

“Sleep here?” She asks, her voice almost straining at the idea.

“Or we can go back to my dorm and cuddle.” He muses before he smirks. “I’ll big spoon you. No questions ask, fellow big spoon.” He replies - already standing up.

She is quick to follow. She would follow him to the ends of the earth if she could.

“It’s almost Christmas,” He adds with a small grin. “We could grab marshmallows and have a snowball fight on the way. And you will lose.” He replies before he cups her cheeks before kissing her forehead. “Or maybe I can go easy on you.”

“Whatever you want,” She muses with a grin. And without words, he knew she was all he ever wanted.

Part Two: The Night Before Christmas

As much as she hated to admit it (or really, she never truly hesitated to say i, she was whipped for him in a way that could only mirror the way her elder sister liked Min Yoongi, the campus’s star basketball player ), she knew that she was always second best to when it came to his athletics. She knew that Jungkook always did his best to reassure that swimming was not more important than she was, but after a series of cancelled dates and meaningless texts of apologies, she was starting to grow tired of the steady routine.

Kook: noona?

YN-ah: what is it?

Kook: can you come outside?

Kook: i know that it’s christmas eve and you’re upset with me, but iwant to spend time with my favorite girl

Kook: * i want

YN-ah: ….

YN-ah: sure

She always hated how quick she was to give in to him, but she always did because she loved and adored him. She would not have it any other way.

Twenty minutes pass before she hears the familiar rustling of trees against her window and she nearly jumps out of her skin when she notices the boy with the pretty doe eyes lingering outside of her window with a small grin.

“Jungkook! Are you crazy?” She whisper yells as she opens the window and helps him. He’s shivering slightly from the cold, but he feels warm in her embrace. “What if my sister woke up?” She replies with a deep frown.

Jungkook chuckles, “You have a closet for a reason. I don’t mind hiding in there with you,” He muses with a smirk as he plays with the hem of her shirt before he moves to her bed and quickly discards his shoes. “We just got back from the competition and I want to spend midnight on christmas with you. You have my heart.”

“I-i do?” She stutters, but she knows it is the truth. He was never the type to hold back when it came to his emotions, never in a million years could he have imagined that he would land a girl who so out of his league, but he did and he loved her for it.

Jungkook nods before he wraps his arms around her and pulls the covers of the two of them. He is mindful to tuck the blanket over his head in case any prying eyes wanted to check up on the girl. “You do, I have always wanted make your day.” He smiles as he tucks her hair behind her ear. “I guess that’s what makes us meant to be.”

“Meant to be?” She asks in a voice barely above a whisper.

He laughs at her in reply, “I like how we keep things just between us, no matter how little or how much we have, it’s ours and we are together.” He kisses her mouth gently before he smiles. “It doesn’t matter what we’ll have because we keep it between us.”

She blushes hard, as he expected and he kisses her forehead with a small laugh.

“If you become any redder, you’ll be a tomato.” He replies as his arms wrap around her waist. “If I had to be honest, I always think about you when I am out there on the road. Not once is there a time where I don't think about you… If I could, I would keep you in my pocket and we could live out all of our days together.” He licks his lips. “I am young - I know that, and so are you and I know that we lack a lot, but I think with you, I find myself becoming a better person

There is no one on this earth who is as sweet as you are.. Every time I get in the pool, it makes me realize that it is no longer the pool that makes me feel at home, but it is you.”

“Nothing else makes me feel as happy as you do, and there is no one who makes me relate to them better than you do.” He smiles gently before licking his lips. “Together, we are something that shines together… and I wish I could show you all of me, but as we spend more time together, I know that we can and we will.There’s nothing like us, no one could ever make me as happy as you make me… I look at you and my heart stops and I know that being with you is the best decision I have ever made. I know that I am not always the best boyfriend, that I’m busy or I dont’ show you the affection that you love and adore without reason, but you give me a purpose that makes me realize that what I have is so much bigger than myself.” He replies before he smiles at her gently. “I promise to never break a promise to you again, and-” He smiles at her before he shifts. “I know this is a shitty way to propose, but can I give you a Christmas gift?”

YN’s brows furrow. “P-propose?”

Jungkook sends her his signature bunny toothed smile before he shifts to dig into his jean pocket to pop out a small ring. “Will you marry me?” He asks with a grin.

And her answer?

Well, it all goes without saying.

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What do you think your answer would have been? Feel free to leave a comment :) Don’t be a silent reader!

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[ jordan fisher, cis male, he/him ] ⁠— * oh, here comes CALVIN ADLER ! the twenty-one year old scorpio is often referred to as the recluse. people say they have a tendency to be overwrought and meticulous, but from what i’ve seen, they can be insightful and quixotic too. when they walk by, you’ll probably hear it’s only natural by crowded house playing out of their headphones, but they’re also associated with ink stained hands, glasses that always seem to slip down your nose, and sound of cracking the spine of a new journal. i hear they’re studying graphic design & english and want to become a graphic novelist when they’re older, but who knows what will become of ‘em !

hi !! i’m sam and i’m so unbelievably excited to be here !! i’ve been eyeing this group for far too long...i had originally intended to apply for the recluse before the first round of acceptances, but didn’t end up getting to it so when i saw the skeleton was still open...i had to apply ! anyway, i’m a cap sun, taurus moon, aqua rising...we stressed in this home. i live in the wondrous state of california that the group takes place in, i love it dearly, and i am just so so excited to finally get to play my bb calvin ! if you wanna plot (and i’m hoping to plot with all of y’all) you can hmu on discord @ capricorn dad#1278

FULL NAME : calvin jones adler

NICKNAME : cal, cj, he’ll take anything. nicknames are endearing to him.

BIRTHDAY : tuesday / november 3, 1970 / 4:41 pm

ZODIAC : scorpio sun, capricorn moon, taurus rising

NATIONALITY : american

RELIGION : christian

SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : pansexual, panromantic

HOMETOWN : san francisco, california

ACCENT : standard californian

LANGUAGES SPOKEN : english

MAJOR : graphic design & english

MINOR(S) : fiction writing

HOBBIES : drawing comics, writing in his journal,

PETS : a twelve year old tabby cat named pickles

CHARACTER PARALLELS : charlie kelmeckis (perks of being a wallflower), cameron frye (ferrie beuller’s day off)

background/about

born and raised in san francisco. calvin is an only child. his father (robert adler) is a loan officer at a bank and his mother (diane hawke) a professor of english at san francisco state. they were your average, middle class family

his parents had him pretty late in their lives��— they were both already in their 40s. they didn’t meet until they were in their early-mid 30s, got married in their late 30s, and enjoyed a few years of marital life without children before actually trying for a child. not that they had to try hard — calvin was conceived within a short few months of their decision to try for a baby

growing up, calvin had always been a pretty sensitive kid. he was quiet and shy, even around his own family. the one person he could talk and talk to for hours was his maternal grandmother. she had been an english teacher too, like his mother, but she taught high school. she had this one specific rocking chair, and many of his childhood memories are sitting right there curled up in her lap while she read a book to him or told him stories. she had a really vivid imagination, and everyone says that’s where he gets it from.

Didn’t have very many friends in elementary school. maybe one or two (wc?) friends/neighbors that he walked home with, or ate lunch with in the schoolyard, but he certainly didn’t have a best friend. he always felt like he was missing out on that, but didn’t really know how to take matters into his own hands. his mother would always say, “just march right on up to those kids and say you want to play with them!” but cal didn’t have that sort of mentality or charisma or bravery.

He wasn’t tormented, but he was bullied by his peers. He spent recess drawing comics, which was looked at as weird. If he wasn’t drawing comics, he was reading them. One boy, Gage London, had been somehow so offended by Calvin reading his comic at lunch that he’d stormed over and ripped it in half, and then in fourths, and had walked away laughing, leaving Cal in tears because...he cried a lot. And his comics were special to him. (bonus wc: your muse gave Gage a piece of their mind? stood up for Calvin?thank u)

He didn’t join the group until he was a freshman in high school, though he may have known your muses prior to that, depending. He tended to blend into the background, so if they had no idea who he was, that would make perfect sense too. The group were the first people to ever take him to a party, where he surely avoided alcohol like the plague because he was nervous, and stood on the sides, watching everyone else, only speaking when spoken to.

He was 16 the first time he got drunk, obviously with the rest of the group or at least with some of them. It was...a whirlwind of a night. He was drunk on a mixture of wine and cheap vodka, and for a good hour, he felt on top of the world. You would have thought it was a different Calvin. Flash forward an hour later...he had his head in the toilet and was moaning about how he would never drink again. He now knows not to mix drinks like that, thanks very much

He is to this day not much of a talker. He’s a quiet observer but that means he notices the little things. He’s very intuitive and picks up on group dynamics more than the average person might (so if any of y’all were secretly dating...eye emoji...he probably found out LOL)

He feels A LOT. Any emotion he feels, he’ll feel it tenfold. So whether it’s good or bad, happy or sad, he tends to find it draining and overwhelming. He will feel everything very deeply, so as much as he might appreciate constructive criticism, he’ll probably start crying while hearing it. He cries a lot.

So, in regards to feeling things deeply, he falls in love...a lot. Maybe it’s not love and he’s confusing it with infatuation, but it feels like love. He’s probably been in love with half the group for at least one point in his life. He definitely never came clean about any of his feelings for anyone, sooo...

Speaking of that! He’s not quite positive about his sexuality. He knows he’s not attracted to just one gender, because he’s felt a deep love for both. but he also doesn’t know how to put a label on it. he doesn’t feel straight or gay or bi, but he’s figuring it out.

Senior year, Calvin received his acceptance letter plus a scholarship to attend New York University. He was ecstatic about it. New York was his dream. But he didn’t tell anyone in the group. It wasn’t that he didn’t want them to know, it was that he didn’t want to say goodbye. They were the closest thing he had to feeling like a true family...they were his found family!! And he didn’t know how to leave. But he knew (or thought) when he went to New York, he wouldn’t come back. So he kept his acceptance a secret until the night before he left for school, and when he told them, he had shown up at each of their doors to say goodbye.

He went to New York, and like he had expected, he didn’t return. His family didn’t have the money to fly him back for all the breaks, so he stayed out there during the winter breaks, and for the summer holidays he found internships which required him to stay in the city. He kept in touch with most (if not all) of the group via letters and the occasional phone call, but even those became sparse as the years went on.

It’s been 3 school years since he has been back in San Francisco, but he has just returned after finishing his junior year at NYU. He’s back in San Francisco after receiving an internship at the San Francisco Chronicle.

He’s come out of his shell a little bit more since moving to New York. After all, it is the city. He’s still fairly quiet though, still quite sensitive, and still feels things very deeply. Basically, he’s the same old Calvin, but he can actually start a conversation now.

#i forgot to write a third aesthetic on my app bc i was on a time crunch KJSHG #but i have included it here #⟡ * ˖ ° . 𝓲𝓲𝓲 . 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓻 / INTRO .#i didn't proofread this so i'm sorry in advance

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