#to his credit he finds more humour in this than anything else

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

That man is back. You see Andy’s gray jacket as he passes through the front doors. You shouldn't recognise it so easily.

You adeptly scurry behind the end of the bookshelf and hide. You know you shouldn’t do that, he’s a customer, but it’s the third time he’s been there in five days. You’re exhausted, not just of him but everything.

Only after his last visit did you realise he’s stopped asking for Pine. The shop owner has grown elusive and the managers bold in his absence. They barely walk the floor and leave you and the other associates to deal with truck and customers alike.

You hide up around the bestsellers and pretend to sort through the Top Picks shelf. As you do, your headset beeps and Chelsea calls your name over the line. She asks you to pop into the fiction. Great, she’s passing off another customer. All she does is scroll through her phone and drink her sugary lattes.

You hit the button and tell her you’ll be right there. You don’t need her yelling at another old woman. That cost you a store credit and a lot of stress. 

You head along the far wall and turn into the fiction section. You don’t see Chelsea but you find a familiar face nonetheless. Andy smiles and gives you a wave.

“There you are. Wasn’t sure you were working,” he greets as you approach wearily. Of course, it’s him. “I finished the last book so… actually, I don’t know if you watch it but I heard there were some books for that Bridgerton show. I just got into it– is that lame?”

He chatters a lot. He has a certain air to him. He can be charming but also seems to believe that everything he says is interesting. You wish he’d realise that to you he’s just another customer. The worst type; the sort that believes they’re your only one.

“I… I’ve seen the first episode but I haven’t been able to catch up,” you humour him, “we have the books. Some of the most popular sellers.”

You guide him down the aisle towards the spread of colourful covers. He follows and stops to peruse the title. He scratches his beard as he hums.

“Thanks, uh, I didn’t even ask,” he turns on you again, “how are you doing?”

You answer with your usual, the thoughtless, “good, and you?”

“Eh, long day at work. Figure I’d stop in on my lunch. Try to distract myself,” he undoes the top button of his coat, “toasty in here, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, “was there anything else you need help finding?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” he deflates just slightly, “you’ll be around though, if I do?”

“Sure,” you answer as you repress a wave of agitation. 

You back away as he watches you, almost mournful. You assume he’s a little lonely. You hear divorce is rough. A bit sad to see. He’s probably twice your age and he makes you think of those guys who mope when you tell them not to grind on you in the club. You’re not much into that scene but every now and then Ginny talks you into it.

You see Chelsea a few shelves down. She has an airpod in and her headset dangling. You’re not surprised. Her acrylics tap on her phone as she paces blindly up and down. She won’t be much help.

You stop by the shelf of Garfield comics and fix the few books switched around. Customers tend to mess up more than they buy. The colourful books no doubt attracted children who didn’t know better than to leave chaos in their stead. That’s why you steer clear of the children’s section, even if the plushies are cute.

You spin back, wanting to head back up to best sellers but a tall figure appears from the end of a row. Andy waves at you again, several books against his left arm. He comes towards you as you reluctantly advance.

“Hey, uh, think I found what I need,” he announces, “I was looking at the online shop and you sell the little book lights?” He holds up his fingers to show the size, “they clip onto the page.”

“Oh, uh, yes, those are at the front,” you point, “right on your way to checkout.”

“Great,” he hugs the books tighter. You stand in the lull, expecting him to say more. He clears his throat and traces his fingers around his mouth, “uh, well, you… you can’t check me out?”

“I’m not on cash until one,” you say. “Sorry, but someone will be up there.”

“Mmm,” he nods and looks down at his armful, “you’re so helpful. I wanted to fill out the survey for you.”

“That’s fine,” you shake your head, “really. I hope you enjoy your books.”

"Yeah, I don't know if I should watch the show first or after..."

"Hmm, I don't know," you say. "I hear they're both good."

He doesn’t move right away. His face falls as he lingers. You don’t know what to do. That’s about the nicest way you can say go away.

You put your hand to your earpiece and look away, “yeah, one second, be right there,” you say to no one. “Sorry, gotta get back to it.”

You inch away and twirl around, swiftly dipping down an aisle. His long sigh tails after you as his disappointment nips at your heels. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong, he’s been polite, but it’s a bit much. There’s at least six other associates he can bother. You’d prefer it if he did.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #once upon a time #defending jacob #drabble #series #au #bookstore au

[chainofhyrule]

requested by @fairly-linked

The Sounds of the Night

The sounds of the night, on some nights, were thought to be more than enough to calm the day’s troubled mind. Though the stretch of inactivity would make some of the group feeling more wary than rested, most agreed the sounds of nature had more of a calming effect than credited for.

…Time was not one of those people.

It wasn’t his fault, really. He refused to believe it was. He blamed Majora. The land of Termina, which was never far from his mind, had left more than just a scar on his face than the marks that mask could ever leave behind. The sounds of the night he too often associated with those nights he’d been forced to stay awake, oftentimes all three days straight, fighting to fix errors bigger than he should have been held accountable for. Over and over again, forced to watch the world around him crumble when he failed.

Full-mooned nights were so, so much worse, though. As were nights without a moon. He supposed he was lucky to find himself looking up at a perfect crescent.

With a sigh, he allowed his back to relax against the trunk of the tree he’d decided to rest against. The rest of the group were, one by one, nodding off around the dimly illuminating campfire. He watched with a bit of fondness as some of them subconsciously cling to whatever was close by. Most notably, Wild, to a very indifferent Twilight. Legend, to Hyrule’s arm. It was endearing, really. Then…well, there was you.

You were chatting away with the Captain, as well as Twilight, about things Time himself couldn’t even seem to keep up with. He was too caught up in simply watching your lips, and the way your hands moved to animate your story for the boys, who listened intently. Twilight nodded along, absently combing his fingers through the top of Wild’s hair. Warriors seemed to watch your hands just as Time had been, seemingly interested in the way they move. Perhaps that’s why you did it; you knew he would pay attention to you, that way. Or perhaps that was just a natural habit.

Either way…he was intrigued by you. Your humour, which rivalled that of any of the group. The way you spoke, the way you listened, and the way you cared for them…

Time let out a sigh, and let his head fall back against the trunk of the tree. He looked over at you once more, seemingly intrigued by your story. He smiles, too small to notice from your current distance. He fights every urge he has to stand up and pull you closer. Every urge to just grab you, hold you, and keep you close to him. Sure, it was selfish. Did he care?

…Admittedly, not as much as he should have. He deserved a good thing for himself every now and again. So did you. He’d give you the world, if he could. One free of danger, and sorrow, and free of anything that displeased you. …Surely, you deserved it?

The firelight died out within the hour, and Warriors had long since fallen asleep mid-conversation. The only ones still fighting slumber were yourself, the rancher, the vet some ways off, and Time himself. Your conversation with his descendant had died off a while ago, as well. You just sat in mutually comfortable silence for a while, until eventually, Twilight joined the majority, and drifted off to sleep with his arm draped protectively around Wild. The vet fought sleep for only a short while longer, eventually just leaving the two of you to the night.

There was a lot Time wanted to say. Even more he wanted to be able to do. However…he had to admit, he somehow found it in himself to enjoy the quiet. With you there…the sounds of the night weren’t so bad. Perhaps he understood why the others found such sounds soothing, after all.

Perhaps you had somehow heard his thoughts. How else could he explain the timing of your gaze falling upon him, your silhouette golden against the gentle flicker of the dying fire. In silence, the hero held out an arm in invitation, hand partially outstretched, smiling softly in your direction. A moment later, you half-rose from your spot at the fire, to join him against the tree line.

Your body nestled so perfectly against his, he thought. His arm fit perfectly around your waist, to pull you in closer. His body turned to accommodate your space, partially pulling you into his lap so you could lay against his chest.

Lucky for him, you were rather quick to snuggle back into him, which he took full advantage of. One arm around your waist, the other gently stroking your cheek, combing through your hair in soothing motions. A soft kiss was pressed to your temple.

Granted, he’d never, ever be one to question your affection. However…there was something different about how you tucked yourself under his chin. Your cheek was pressed into his collar. You’d always told him that he was a safe space…but he hadn’t truly understood the meaning of such words until now, he thinks.

No words were exchanged. No discussions over what could have been weighing you down. Perhaps he was looking too much into it. Perhaps not enough. There was little he knew in certainty, but the one thing he held to ring loud and true was his devotion to ensuring you were safe. Comfortable. Happy. If burrowing into him on a warm night as the owls sang from the branches far above was your idea of security, he’d gladly hold you until the end of his days. Gladly dedicate his energy to stroking your hair, or your skin.

As long as you felt safe.

…For you, he’d do it all.

Looking up at the moon above once more before settling with you in his arms, he supposed he ought to be grateful. Not just for its crescent shape, or even if it were to have no shape at all…but for allowing him to have met you.

…Seems the sounds of the night held such respect, as well.

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#Time #Time x Reader #x Reader #Link x reader #legend of zelda #ChainofHyrule #Request

[rainbowcarousels]

I'm going to need your thoughts Sephiroth for the character asks 🥹🖤3 <3 <3

Sexuality Headcanon: Gay. So gay. Did I mention he's gay? I mean I think there is some potential wiggle room with Aerith but that's because her balls are bigger than his.

Gender Headcanon: I think in practice from an outsider POV, more agender than anything else. Gender is not really something that he thinks of and interacts with other than his discomfort with how he gets portrayed in the media. That said, I think if you asked him, he would say CIS male because that's how he self identifies so I'll respect that and say CIS male.

A ship I have with said character: Have I mentioned Genseph to you lately? No? Then I must be dead. Like I love AGSZC, I do, and even more than that, I love AGS in general because I believe they balance each other out but I could happily ship Genesis/Sephiroth on it's own maerits, but I can't see Sephiroth/Angeal on it's own. It's not a notp or anything, it just doesn't work in terms of balance for me. Genesia and Sephiroth fire and ice in balance and it just works. They push and pull at each other, both literally and metaphorically, and what they say and what their body says are sometimes in total contrast which fascinates me. Genesis is quite literally the choatic colour for a monochromatic world and Sephiroth needs that chaos to find himself so he doesn't get the desire for human smores.

A BROTP I have with said character: It's a toss up. I would say Aerith because that same feral energy comes from her (family trait clearly) but they both also have this shared experience of being former Shinra lab kiddos and her enthusiasm is only rivalled by Zack's. I feel like Sephiroth always needs someone to just grab him and move instead of asking him to come along and Aerith does that. That said, professionally, I'm fond of him and Tseng interacting. Like they have so much to deal with between choatic red heads and Heidegger being a few fries short of a moogle meal at his job, let them bond.

A NOTP I have with said character: Vincent. I can't ship something where 'that's not how your mum used to do it' is a response that could be canonically correct.

A random headcanon: Understands so much more than he's given credit for. I love to write roboseph as much as the next person, but I feel like he leans into it in a very Captain Holt type way and it's become part of his sense of humour to fuck with people by pretending he doesn't understand something or that he's not understanding their meaning till they get annoyed and let him be or call him on it. This is helped along by being so deadpan that it's almost impossible to know when he's being serious. He is a study in microexpressions and few people understand them.

General Opinion over said character: I think one of the things that throws me about Sephiroth is when people can't see CC era Sephiroth being the same guy as OG/AC era Sephiroth, but for me, this is one of the things that drew me to him as a character. That he is someone who got broken into pieces and is picking them up, emulating people, trying to rebuild a sense of self but clinging onto this belief that he's special because he's always been special. Like this is a person who is horribly broken in a lot of ways and one day, I want to write AC era and give him an arc with that but I think my main opinion of him is that I love that he's got all of these facets of his character.

He is the kid looking for validation and family from TFS, he is still the awkward dude from CC, he is the person who lost everything and chose to just get a meteor and start over and he's someone who is afraid of losing whatever he has of himself left. Like he contains multitudes, he's a fascinating character made all the more fascinating by the more normal things about him.

#answered #birdblacksocialclub #sephiroth #ff7

[ericeffiorg]

it’s taken me 3 seasons to realise this but the only people on ted lasso that are allowed genuinely complicated stories are the white characters and it’s been the case the whole time, this third season just kind of confirmed it.

as nice as sam’s story felt, it was really nothing more than surface level and just felt like a replica of what we’ve already seen in the media. portraying real stories is what can makes television really compelling, but when the televised story is basically a cut and paste of a news article or a documentary without giving the characters depth and long-term storytelling, then what is the point? it was a surface level story to get the clicks and the viral moments that can capture the heart of people who watch a random clip on tiktok or twitter and don’t need any more context, because there isn’t really much else needed. unlike the build up of jamie and roy’s hug, ted’s panic attack, keeley’s first kiss with a woman, or ted being betrayed by nate, sam’s story can literally be chopped up into a single clip at a time and no more context is needed to get what’s going on because it really wasn’t given any detailed aspects. and to be honest that’s what sam’s character has been this entire time.

the notion of the show is to fight evil with kindness and that works when your friend is being mean to you or your mentee betrays you like it is with ted’s stories. but it doesn’t work that way with someone like sam. his role in the show since the beginning has been “the good immigrant” that fights violence with kindness, despite being confronted with more violence than anyone on the show. he was told to stop speaking about his people by the prime minister and his restaurant was vandalised, yet it only made up to no more than a 1/3 of the episode. other much less important moments had more screentime in an episode that depicted a very real scenario that we literally saw happen a year ago. and even then, ted got to interrupt his moment with his dad and steal the shine, and then it was made about the entire team coming together rather than the deadly discrimination against immigrants and violent racism.

the people of colour on this show are only really used for quick gags and to show that men can be silly and goofy too and to have a big middle finger to toxic masculinity - which in turn is kind of just repeats the same toxic masculinity points because other than jamie and roy, the other men’s “anti toxic masculinity” messages are just covered in humour and never taken seriously. isaac’s journey to becoming the captain of richmond was all about roy and we never really saw his point of view other than a few scenes. and then it felt rushed. dani is just like sam, except the only time he ever speaks is to have a funny moment where his kindness is the butt of the joke. and even though he’s not a person of colour, colin’s coming out story has been so incredibly surface level that i don’t even know why they bothered to do it. nothing new was given, it was just a white man in the closet who has a boyfriend and gets caught. you can describe his story to a stranger and they could probably find it done on riverdale but with more screentime.

and nate’s redemption arc is about a white woman finally seeing him as a human despite the fact that he was never actually mean to her and just wanted to please his parents in a place he never really felt welcome. he was horrible to ted and richmond, but that jade lady was horrible to him from the get-go and we’re now supposed to see this as very sweet and sentimental.

the show is written for white audiences and doesn’t do anything daring, and i feel like it never actually did. maybe it was because it premiered during such a dark time and it was nice to see grown men in typically toxic environments be the opposite, but i don’t think the show is nearly as clever or as groundbreaking as it has gotten the credit for.

#anyway #will see how the rest of the season pans out but it's been terrible so far #sam is the glitter on the shitter of a season and even then #just not good #ted lasso #sam obisanya #dani rojas #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #ted lasso s3 #tv thoughts

[mischiefmanaged71]

The Love Hypothesis (15/22) - Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor at Columbia University and reader is a Ph.D. student (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. This work is a piece of fiction. I have no ownership over anything, this is ff.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X FEM! Reader

Word Count: 1K

Series Masterlist

A few months prior...

If he was completely honest, Stephen didn’t expect his night to go this way with Y/N unexpectedly rushing up and pressing her lips to his. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted and closed his eyes. It was nice, the feeling of her hands intertwined behind his neck as she pressed onto her toes to reach him. He inhaled, slowly drifting his hands down to her waist before she suddenly pulled away, looking up at him with a nervous look. Her mouth was agape in shock and yet, Stephen found himself the more confused of the two.

He had mentioned her many times to Hayden, all beginning with their meeting in his lab bathroom that one evening. Stephen found himself stumped by her. Everything about her looks, to her effortless conversation and dedication to her work. She had this passion to her that Stephen hadn’t seen in many before. 

It was a refreshing look aside from the plethora of ignorant students looking for glory, the misguided people with no reason for being here aside from being told of their spot in the cohort. Being a PH.D. student previously, Stephen knew all about the struggle of finding the reason for being in graduate school. But the conversation he had with Y/N, it had opened his eyes to another outlook of graduates. Ones with passions and dreams of their own to make the world better. To do good, and commit to great change that was worthy of discovery. He saw it that night in how her demeanour changed when he asked her the question.

Aside from the fact, he hadn’t spoken directly to her since, and so, a kiss was the an unlikely event he hadn’t considered. He recognised all the hallmarks of her being nervous - the wide eyes, the shaky breath as she stepped back onto her feet in silence. She stood there in her lab coat, a pair of jeans and a jumper to brace the cold and Stephen felt it was time to break the daunting silence in the hall.

“Did you...did you just kiss me?” his voice came out puzzled, almost out of breath. 

Y/N’s eyes wandered, almost asking him “No?”

He nodded, “Oh, alright then.” moving toward the water fountain.

“Are you sure?” he smirked, angling back toward her.

“I-” she buried her face in her hands, “It’s not what it looks like. I swear.”

He was intrigued to figure out what it was, indeed, that caused her to kiss him at this late hour, in the lab. Him, of all people and why.

“Okay. Okay...” he repeated, “What’s going on here?”

And then she pulled her hands down, looking at him with this uncertainty before she replied, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but is it really any of your business?”

Stephen almost laughed at her fast reply. The cheek to her statement was refreshing and frankly, new to him. “Yes, of course.” 

He wore a tilted smile, a glint of mischief to follow, “I’ll just go back to my office and work on my Title IX complaint.”

She nodded, “Yeah, right-wait, what?” 

Stephen cocked his head, enticed with the whole thing “Title IX is a federal law that protects against sexual misconduct within academic settings-”

“I know what Title IX is.” she replied, staring at him with wide eyes. 

Stephen found it the slightest bit funny at her reaction.

“I see. So you wilfully chose to disregard it then.” he pointed out.

“I-what?” she shook her head, “No. No I did not!” 

Stephen shrugged, finding humour in the situation “I must be mistaken then. Someone else must have assaulted me.”

Her face dropped, horror laced in her features “Assault-I didn’t ‘assault’ you.”

He looked at her pointedly, “You kissed me.” 

“But not really.”

His eyebrows raised, “Without first securing my consent, might I add.”

“I asked if I could kiss you!” she stared at him, jaw slack.

“And then did so without waiting for my response.” 

“What? You said yes.” she leaned closer.

“Excuse me?” he leaned down, lips curving into astonishment at her statement. 

She straightened her posture, composing herself as she flickered back to his eyes. “I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes.”

Stephen crossed his arms over his chest, “Incorrect. You asked if you could kiss me and I snorted.”

Even as she narrowed her eyes at him, he didn’t feel intimidated whatsoever. 

“I’m pretty sure I heard you say yes.”

He raised his eyebrows at her, enticed with the way she had turned the story around. He wasn’t sure what controlled her to act and kiss him, and he wasn’t too sure if he was bothered by it as she continued on.

“Listen, I am truly sorry about this-weird situation, but can we forget it ever happened?”

He studied her for a moment, reading her genuine expression. He felt something twist in his gut as she stared up at him with an anxious look that broke through his hard exterior. He wasn’t too disturbed by the whole thing, mainly concerned as she sighed tiredly, eyes flickering around anxiously. “Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“What?” she shook her head, “No. Why would you think that?”

He huffed, “Well, I suppose kissing a strange in a lab at this late hour begs to differ.”

“No there isn’t.” he had a feeling she was anything but fine. “There isn’t anything wrong.” she repeated.

Stephen nodded, moving to walk past her and also leave a little something more “Okay. Expect mail in the next few days.”

“You don’t even know my name.” she blurted out, clearly distressed by the whole thing. 

He smiled, “I’m sure anyone could figure it out, given you also had to swipe your badge to gain access to the lab after hours. Good night.”

Moving to leave, Stephen was stopped as she gripped his hand and he froze up, looking back at her. “Wait! Please.”

Glimpsing at her eyes, he swallowed the tightness in his throat as she apologised again, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-again.”

“The kiss. Explain.”

She sighed and went on about explaining the whole thing, relating back to her roommate and the ex she wanted to help get together. He listened to the entire thing intently, something twisting in his gut at the idea of her orchestrating this whole thing just to make someone else happy. 

“Look-I’m really, really sorry about the kiss.”

“Are you?” the sides of his mouth twisted into a smirk.

“Please don’t report me. I really though I heard you say yes. I didn’t mean to-” she stopped herself, her expression dropping and Stephen found himself stumped, faltering back into himself. He clenched his jaw as she went on about his perception and telling him to go ahead with the report that he wasn’t actually planning on filing. A pang struck in Stephen’s chest as he stared at her.

“I should probably leave now before I make it worse. Thank you...and I’m sorry.” she muttered. 

Stephen stretched his hand out to stop her, but she was already running off down the hall. “Y/N.” he called out, “Y/N, wait-” the doors swinging back into place. 

Running a hand through his hair, Stephen sighed and wandered back to his lab, not quite sure of what just happened. Only in his dreams could he have imagined such a thing as the encounter between them. More than anything else, he knew from the interaction that something was going on with Y/N and he was concerned. Although, he didn’t have any reason to be other than his intrigue.

Right up until she wandered back into his hall and he came to her rescue once more.

***

Flopping back onto the bed, Stephen rubbed a hand across his forehead in frustration. Time seemed to halt every time she looked at him, and he found himself dumbfounded each time she pulled away. He knew it wasn’t the best timing, the both of them navigating their new priorities. Not to mention the complications of their entire arrangement. 

He respected her decisions and space, of course. It didn’t mean he wasn’t hurt as she pulled back and retreated with regrets. Feelings between them had changed since he left for Boston, that was evident upon his arrival back. When they kissed, it felt like a calm seeped through him and everything settled for the moment. But when she uttered those words, Stephen clenched his jaw and nodded.

“Great. So we’re in agreement.”

Stephen was nothing but filled with understanding, putting her wishes above his own as he let her return the space between them once more. He sorely wanted to just forget all about his problems. Forget Boston. The grant. The watchful eyes of the department and cohort. 

Stephen wanted to drop everything and be there in the moment with her. It seemed that wouldn’t be possible as with each step they took forward, she pushed back. 

Was it nerves? Regret? Or something else she wasn’t telling him?

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[eviltothecore13]

Heyyyy can I have 5,35 and 44 for weske😳

5. On an average day, what can be found in your character's pockets?

One of the advantages of long coats besides looking cool is they can have quite a lot of pockets... wallet, phone [side note that I still find it entertaining that he appears to have made the mind-control device in RE5 out of a Nokia phone, and still uses it as a phone as well], spare ammo (especially if he's not in his combat gear so doesn't really have anywhere else to put it), if he's in a situation where his usual combat knife would be too conspicious/he needs to appear unarmed then at the very least he'll have a smaller knife in his pocket... cleaning cloth for sunglasses of course... and anything he's stolen today. Which might be quite a bit.

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

People he likes...that's...pretty much just Will and Alex in many/most universes. (He...kind of likes Ada, in an odd way, but also very much doesn't trust her--whereas Will in particular he trusts with his life.) He's quite a bit less formal and distant with them than he is with most people (you see that in canon especially in Japanese with Will--the pronoun switch etc), although he still talks somewhat more formally than the average person just in general. I feel like...if he actually liked you he'd probably be quite interesting to talk to? I mean, he's a fucking nerd very knowledgeable about a wide range of interesting areas, and he also has a better sense of humour than people give him credit for--it's just that in the games, most of his humour is kind of...at the expense of the player characters as he tries to murder them... with people he actually likes, I'm sure the snark would still very much be there but he wouldn't be being nearly so cruel about it... unfortunately it would mean being subjected to painfully bad puns, but still.

And we know he does genuinely care about some people e.g. trying to save Will's life from Raccoon City--for all his scheming and manipulation of most people, I really don't think he'd ever want to betray someone he genuinely likes. It's just there are always very few of those people, it takes a lot to earn his respect and be seen as worthy but he does sincerely respect and like a small number of people.

44. How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

There are very few people he would ever so much as consider saying this to. After all, there are very few people he even likes, let alone loves. If he genuinely does love someone, I don't actually think he finds it quite as hard to say it as might be expected...it would take a while, because he'd need to be absolutely sure he could trust them and they wouldn't use it against him, and also it would take him a while to REALISE he loved them just because...it's not something he's used to, and he'd be fairly private about it, but he's not someone to be ashamed of it (or of anything), he's the furthest thing from easily embarrassed.

As for saying it without meaning it...he'd rather not? Pretending to LIKE people is one thing--we know people at STARS not only trusted him but liked him and saw him as "moderate and fair" as well as thinking he was cool, he's very good at gaining people's trust and at deceiving people, and he feels no remorse for it. But he'd much rather keep it professional--just as he'd rather keep his interactions with most people (who he isn't trying to kill) professional in general. I think it's notable that at no point does he tell Excella that he loves her, or actually promise her that she will be his partner, or even pretend to be interested in or attracted to her (in fact he doesn't even try to hide how much he dislikes being touched by her), even though it might be to his advantage in some ways to manipulate her like that--he doesn't tell her that she doesn't stand a chance with him either, of course, that would lose her support and jeopardise his plans, but he doesn't go nearly as far as he might have done. I don't think this is down to remorse or any moral qualms, far from it, I think it's for the purely selfish reason that he would really not enjoy being in that situation and doesn't consider it worth it. Acting like someone's fair and trustworthy boss who they get on well with in a not-overly-formal but still professional way is easy for him and doesn't really have a downside, but feigning an intimate relationship with someone he has no interest in has far more potential to get out of his control and go horribly wrong. If the files are anything to go by, his initial agreement with Excella was just that he'd provide her with the research data that she could use to get promoted to CEO at Tricell, in exchange for funding and support--the whole "partner" thing seems to have been entirely her idea, and while he still does use her feelings/attraction towards him to get more money/support from her to some extent, it really does not seem to be how he wanted this situation to go, at all.

#wesker #resident evil #albert wesker

[diorgirl444]

hii flo!<3 can't wait for this omg, i love the marauders era sm xx and your matchups are amazing x 💕🪐

my name is eva rose - eva's fine though lol - & i'm a sagittarius with a virgo moon and an enfp.

i'm 5''3 with auburn curly hair and a petite (i think??) hourglass figure. i have freckles on the tip of my nose and on my cheeks all year 'round, and i have deep blue-green eyes. i'm fair skinned and burn in the summer.

i like to dress alt, with maybe a little cottagecore. my go-to outfits are usually things like baggy jeans and tight crop tops. flowy dresses & leather jackets. i have adhd so i can't really wear certain stuff because of sensory issues.

i would describe myself as observant, fun, genuine, intuitive and witty. i think people's perspectives of me changes as they get to know me. i'm an introverted extrovert and can't handle being around people for too long. i prefer talking to listening and i'm an idealist.

i'm also a massive hopeless romantic and my love language is quality time - and sometimes physical touch. i'd say my dream bf would share the same sense of humour, and he'd be really supportive of me. we'd have late night conversations - if i'm close to someone i like to ramble about my hyperfixations ahah.

i like old cities, anything vintage, astrology, reading, spotify playlists, baking, psychology and greek myths. i like 60s-80s music - the beatles, david bowie, Fleetwood mac & a couple of the smiths songs

<33

your perfect matchup is 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

let’s be real could i really put anything else?!?!

we all know he’s totally in love with you and who am i to go against pure facts.

so since hogwarts is such a big school it’s highly likely that you wouldn’t cross paths till that one fateful year where you were in the same potions class.

we all know that slughorn is the type of teacher to very much have favourites and you two are both definitely up there.

but even he has to do his job and when james starts get particularly bad scores in his potions class he decides something must be done about it so he pairs james with one of his star students aka you!!!

but what slughorn doesn’t know is that the reason james is doing so badly in potions is because he’s way too preoccupied staring at you <3

when james finds out that he’s paired with you he’s ecstatic but also terribly nervous.

the pair of you agree to meet in library and do so each week.

and in each week you grow closer to the point where you almost kiss in one of your tutor sessions :0

pretty soon you have a test coming up and james makes you promise that if he gets more than half you’ll go on a date with him.

you don’t tell him that you’d go on a date with him anyways.

he gets 80% so you go out and well the rest is history <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

no couple at hogwarts can even remotely compare to you two, not in an awful superiority way but just in the simple way that you and james completely adore each other.

like even in group settings the two of you are in your own little worlds together which if the pair of you had your say neither one would leave.

also can i just say slughorn is your biggest shipper, he takes full credit for you relationship just humor him please <3

i feel like you two are always slow dancing? like in the evening he just holds you close to him and you lovesick idiots just waltz together to there is a light that never goes out or cinnamon girl.

and on long journeys you always, always share headphones. it took him a while to get used to headphones but now he knows of them there’s no going back.

he picks flowers for you!! often they’re kinda limp dandelions but he tries his better and he loops them into your hair so he’s forgiven <3

omg he’s always kissing you, be it your lips, cheeks, nose,palms, even your ankle once… essentially if there’s skin on display he’s going to kiss it.

he also calls you the most creative nicknames to the point that they’re kind of ugly. like my little mugmate… gross but they’re said with affection <3

basically james is so smitten with you it’s ridiculous but you wouldn’t have it any other way <333

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

hugs and kisses, flo

#matchups #matchup request #matchup trade #matchup closed #marauders era #marauders #james potter #aaron taylor johnson #eva rose <3

[jqnehr]

les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 1

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : none, really — maybe ooc navia and wriothesley? maybe a dusting of angst? uhhhh (attempts at) funny-haha humour, can't think of anything else, this is sfw word count : 5.3k (...haha) note : SO this man has just been consuming my thoughts 24/7 and you know what that means. will this become a series? prob (*pointedly ignores the miguel series of mine gathering dust in my docs*) and there's no guarantee I'll commit to it 😭 BUT for now im in love w the arranged marriage trope w neuvillette and I know there's already zillions of ones just like this on here but do I care? no, no I do not. I kinda just wanted to write about him at a ball, dancing, and I wanted to do something for my neuvillette-thirsty friends 🥰 ENJOY!!

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

part one ⋮ masterlist ⋮ part two

ao3 ⋮ playlist

as of 25/02/24, this chapter has been edited to fit the backstory of the reader, as when I initially wrote this, I hadn't fully come up with her backstory yet (idiotic, I know). so, for anyone rereading or anything, this is here just to avoid confusion <3

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I could be anywhere else. The flute of champagne clutched in your hand is more than three quarters empty, and if you don’t get a refill of the succulent, bubbly liquid courage soon, you’re afraid you’d combust. You’d been dragged here by your beloved, dear friend Navia, under her insistence of finding a potential love prospect for you. She says you’re growing old, that you’ll die alone if you don’t get your act together and settle down. 

You sigh into your glass, watching the waltzing Navia with a slightly arched brow. Seems like she’s not exactly strapped for potential love interests. Navia’s beauty is no joke; with her luscious, wavy blonde hair cascading out behind her as she’s swept across the ballroom by a handsome young nobleman; sparkling blue eyes and an enticing smile. He seems enamoured, while Navia smiles politely, humouring the fellow. You immediately feel sorry for him—he, in no way, has a chance with dearest Navia, the one with many grovelling at her feet, while she is too much in love with keeping the Spina di Rosula afloat. Considering her persistence on you finding a dancing partner, she seems to be having a more worthwhile time. You love Navia, and you much prefer how she garners all the attention compared to you. You are comfortable with remaining as her shadow.

You are an average-looking woman, nothing remarkable at all. Once, you were insecure about it, burning with envy for those young girls who were blessed and revered for their sheer beauty. However, the more you observed how they were treated with such empty, shallow praises and compliments, where the men only want one thing, you began to consider yourself fortunate. Where such women are only considered nothing more than trophies—lovely decorations to bring around on display for others to see and envy the man over. You, as a plain-looking person with a fairly mundane personality to match, something you’ve carefully curated to steer clear of such people, has proven successful in keeping you safe from the clutches of controlling men.

However, it also deterred those you found yourself fond of, regardless of gender. Men you once found yourself falling for years before your previous ex-fiancé, only to learn of their indifference for you. Women you were eager to befriend, but your interests contradicted theirs, your opinions opposed theirs, and your frankness left them disconcerted. You are extremely appreciative of Navia, and how she has not deserted you, yet.

You’re content with being left alone at present. Not one man has approached you for a dance once—thanks to the resting bitch face you’d decided to don for the evening, specifically selected to keep them far away from you. The champagne, the caneles, the conch madeleines and éclairs all set out neatly upon the banquet table is company enough for you.

Tonight, however, is one that many scrambled to attend—for none other than the Chief Justice of Fontaine, the well-respected Iudex, has graced the ballroom with his presence. It is once in a blue moon for someone as reserved and stern as him to appear at such an event. You’ve occasionally spotted his silvery hair and those curious blue ornaments that seem to almost glow with the very essence of the sea itself, flowing down his back, wandering about the room. As usual, his regalia is tasteful, pristine and of that deep shade of blue he seems to enjoy wearing—and for good measure, too; it suits him almost too well. The Duke of Meropide is also in attendance this evening, along with the champion duelist Clorinde, and as you’ve scanned the ballroom, just quietly people-watching, you’ve spotted the three conversing, at ease around one another like old friends. However, not once has the Chief Justice danced. You suppose he’s just not one for the dance floor, which you cannot blame him for. 

The whispers of other people seem to disagree—many speculate he, ever impartial, thinks himself too good to dance with such lowly humans as everyone else milling around. You shake your head at their words to yourself; while the Iudex has a certain presence about him—one of sheer authority and slight overbearing—you’ve never taken him to be arrogant. Observing is what you do best, and from his exalted seat in the Opera Epiclese to now, here, in the ballroom, reduced to an equal with everyone else, you can tell he is a stoic man, impeccably living up to his reputable impartiality, but modest. 

That, and he is just as breathtaking as he is known to be. Beside the rugged, roguish good looks of the Duke, and the cold beauty of Miss Clorinde, he shines—as he always does. Here, seems more relaxed, his smiles small but easy, that chillingly impassive expression he always has upon his flawless face within the courthouse almost traceless. 

You watch him nod to something the Duke of Meropide says, before averting your gaze back to Navia. Ah, the dance is ending—finally. The orchestra ends the piece on a breezy decrescendo, composed of a flowing pentatonic scale. With one last curtsey, Navia allows the man to escort her off the dance floor, and she immediately makes her way over to you.

You already have a second, filled flute of champagne in hand, and she beams, wiping a droplet of sweat from her upper lip. “I can never not rely on you, can I?” She takes it from you and practically guzzles the entire thing in one gulp. “Oof, that’s just what I needed.”

You grin and shake your head, placing your own empty flute upon a small table nearby. Two glasses is more than enough for one night, but you have a premonition that Navia intends to get wasted. Grabbing her arm, you drag her far away from the waiter making his rounds about the room, tray laden with more champagne-filled glasses upon it, off for the banquet table. “You looked like you enjoyed yourself out there.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Navia stares with eager blue eyes at the selection of pain au chocolats on display. “He was a good dancer.” Then she fixes her crystalline gaze on you, her thoughts clear. Oh no, here we go. “It’s really exhilarating when you’re with the right person. Why haven’t you danced yet?”

You give her a deadpan look. “Because no one has asked me, thankfully. I’m no dancer. I’d rather be left alone.”

Navia rolls her eyes. “You’re like an old woman at times, you know?” She shakes her head, finishing off her pain au chocolat and popping a chouquette in her mouth immediately after. You say nothing in return, already resolved to just let her vent about your love life, and how unexciting it is—as if she doesn’t have one, either. “I’m sure the right person is somewhere around here…” Navia scans the ballroom, before her eyes rest upon the Chief Justice’s broad back. Your heart drops to your stomach—you distinctly remember how she is acquainted with the Iudex, and her screaming match with him about her father (it was more one-sided on her part) and how the Traveller was present. As far as you knew, they’d made amends, and are now on good terms. But they’re not close enough for her to impose and introduce me! Navia, don’t be so reckless!

She is not privy to your thoughts and internal panic, however, and grabs your hand, dragging you off in his direction. “Neuvillette hasn’t danced once tonight, and neither have you. Don’t you think it’s perfect?”

“No, I don’t.” You try to stop and tug your wrist from her grasp, but she is unrelenting. “Navia, don’t be a fool! He would not appreciate—”

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” Navia ignores your protests and, before you know it, you’re both before the three most important figures in the Region of Hydro. The infamous warden of the dreaded Fortress of Meropide, the undefeated duelist of the Court of Fontaine, and the very image of justice himself—Iudex Neuvillette. “What a pleasure to see you here! I trust your evening has been enjoyable?”

The three pause in their conversation and turn to Navia. Neuvillette politely bows his head in greeting. “Good evening, Miss Navia, and the pleasure is all mine. Thank you, this evening has been quite lively.” His amethyst gaze sweeps to you, and you quickly curtsey. “Greetings, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

“To what do I owe the honour?” His voice is quiet, a vast difference to his usual commanding tone within the Opera Epiclese. Out of etiquette, he takes your hands and presses a chaste kiss to it, featherlight. You blink, heat creeping up your neck. My, he’s such a gentleman! Straightening, Neuvillette offers a polite smile. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle…?”

“[Name],” you respond, curtseying once more. “And, no, the honour is mine, Monsieur. It is such a pleasant surprise to see you in attendance tonight.”

He chuckles, low and smoothly, the sound a treat to the ears. You suddenly find it hard to hold his gaze. “Yes, I must say I, too, am surprised at myself for coming along. However, our dearest Archon would not stop insisting.”

You laugh politely, before curtseying to the warden. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance also, Your Grace.”

The Duke, Wriothesley, grins in reply, also taking your hand to place a gentlemanly kiss to it. You are taken aback—this man, with visible scars all across his forearms, neck and even one under his left eye, is expressing such masterful etiquette in an environment he rarely frequents. He seems utterly at ease, almost insouciant, and such a presence about him made you find yourself also feel relaxed. A likeable young fellow, you thought, taking in his friendly smile and stately wear. Although mostly composed of dark undertones, it suits his character much. And while Neuvillette’s smiles are minimal, Wriothesley’s wide grins flash easily, regularly, displaying those pearly whites of his. No wonder many of the young women throughout the ballroom tended to hover around him and ogle him almost shamelessly. “No, it’s all mine. And please, just call me Wriothesley.”

Finally, you greet Clorinde, whose stoic expression is unwavering as you both shake hands in a polite gesture. “A pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Clorinde.”

“Likewise,” is her curt reply. You don’t take it personally; Clorinde is known to be cold—inscrutable. Even when she was conversing with the Chief Justice and Duke, you didn’t see her smile or laugh once.

“I’ve noticed that neither of you gentlemen have danced once this evening,” Navia quips—and you notice her adopting that charming smile of hers that always enchants the male gender. “Got cold feet?”

“‘Cold feet’?” Wriothesley inclines his head towards her in a you-think-you’re-funny? gesture, his grin wider than ever. “I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. The conversation we were having was quite riveting.”

Navia smiles, almost knowingly, hands on her hips. “Well, our apologies for disturbing you, but my friend here has gone all night long without danci—”

“Alright, Navia, no need to press any of the gentlemen here.” You sharply speak up, fixing her with a stern look. “I’m quite content without dancing. I’m no connoisseur in such respective, novel areas.”

“What a coincidence!” Wriothesley seems delighted at your words. He claps a hand on Neuvillette’s shoulder, who glances at him with an unimpressed expression. “Our Chief Justice hasn’t danced tonight either. I’m sure he’d be happy to escort you.”

“Wriothesley.” Neuvillette’s tone has lost all its previous warmth, replaced with an inflection of vexation and severity. By the sound of it and Wriothesley’s expression… you observe the said man’s grinning face and twinkling eyes, and Neuvillette’s cold stare, this is not an uncommon occurrence.

“Please, Monsieur, do not feel obligated to indulge me.” You send Wriothesley a stern look of your own, to which he quirks a brow at, before offering an apologetic smile to the Iudex. “There is no need.”

Neuvillette quietens, turning to stare at you with solemn amaranth hues. You’re surprised by the pure gravity within his sombre gaze; however, your expression is kept carefully pinched, unreadable. “Well, I…believe it would be terribly rude to deny a lady a dance, so, would you do me the honour?”

Navia and Wriothesley both gape in shock, before an overjoyed expression befalls her face, and Wriothesley looks triumphant. Clorinde’s brows are lifted, pleasantly surprised, while you stand there, blinking at the Chief Justice’s outstretched, gloved hand. The look on his face is almost beseeching, and, feeling somewhat regretful (however, you have no idea why), you place your smaller hand into his. “I would be delighted, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

The timing is impeccable—for, at that moment, more couples file onto the dance floor, and a waltz starts up once more. Allowing the Iudex of Fontaine to lead you onto the dance floor, you do your best to ignore the blatant, wide stares, dropped jaws and excited whispers filtering about the room. Oh, this is gonna be all over the tabloids tomorrow.

Taking up your positions, you register the feeling of his hand on the curve of your waist, painfully accentuated due to the corset, and your interlocked hands off to the side. His hold is terribly gentle and polite, as to not impose on your personal space too much. You offer him a weak, but appreciative smile.

All eyes are on the two of you. Your nerves are buzzing; what if you mess up? What if you disappoint the Chief Justice? Would he put you on trial? What if that happens again?

“Relax.” Your head snaps up to look into the firm gaze of Neuvillette. His voice is a soft breath, only audible to the two of you. “You will be fine.”

You force out a choked, quiet laugh. “My apologies, Your Honour. The last time I danced, I sprained my ankle in front of three hundred attendees.”

“Oh?” You see a hint of a smile on his full mouth; however, it is not unkind. “You needn’t worry; I will not let you trip.”

Finally, the beats of the music signal the beginning of the dance and, with a light nod, Neuvillette starts to lead you across the dance floor.

He is an exceptional dancer—every movement is smooth, flowing, natural; as if he were gliding through water. He guides you along, setting a pace where you’re easily in time with his steps; his hold gentle, but unrelenting. 

Neuvillette is the embodiment, the picture, of elegance; upon that eminent seat in the Opera Epiclese, he is justice, he is authority, he is the law—and here, now, he is a gentleman that has pleasantly surprised you with a kind gaze and a somewhat wistful smile.

Your dress swishes out around you as the Iudex lets go of your waist and allows you to twirl, before you settle into his warm embrace once again. The stares of the people around fades into the background, the music becomes white noise, and you find yourself unable to break gazes with the Chief Justice.

One, two, three… Your bodies move in sync, contemporised in perfect rhythm to the music, the mellifluent euphony of the accompanying melodies guiding you both along with tender hands. 

His pupils are slitted, you notice, their hue a striking periwinkle. Long lashes rim his eyes, and you are surprised to see what looks like light-blue eyeliner adorning the outer edge of his eyes. It only serves to further emphasise the unadulterated intensity of his peculiar, mauve hues. 

My, he really is handsome… You internally find it surprising how this man has stayed so abstinent all his long life. It is no secret that the Chief Justice has remained chained to his role for hundreds of years, and all that time, he has been so notoriously reclusive, reserved, private. Then a thought hits you—am I the only one who’s ever been this…close to the Iudex before?

“For someone who does not attend balls often,” you say softly, opting to make light conversation. “You are an outstanding dancer.”

You notice how he inclines his head closer to you, to hear your words and answer just as quietly without garnering any unwanted attention from those around. The innocent gesture makes your heart stutter. Goddammit, if I knew this would happen, I never would’ve come tonight! You know this feeling all too well—something so foolish, so childish, something you’re so infuriatingly susceptible to just because he’s the first man in a long time to treat you as an equal—as a woman.

“Thank you,” he gingerly replies, leading you both into a spin, advancing smoothly across the floor, past the other couples waltzing away. “You do not give yourself enough credit, however—I believe many others here do not truly know what they’re missing out on with you as a partner.”

You lower your gaze, trying to bite back a shy smile. Despite yourself, you feel your ears flush. “Please, Monsieur, you needn’t shower me with such…diplomatic flattery, really.”

“‘Flattery’?” Neuvillette’s brows lift in slight surprise. “On the contrary. They do say dancing is such an enjoyable experience with the right person.”

He’s just being polite, don’t overthink it. You press your lips together, drawn out into a thin line, before you force them into an unassuming smile. “Navia said something similar—that it’s ‘exhilarating’.” You both happen to brush past the three familiar faces watching you two, at that moment, with smug smiles spread across their faces—particularly Wriothesley and Navia. Clorinde is stoic as usual, but an approving gleam shines within her cold purple eyes. “I believe I understand what she means now.”

Unbeknownst to you, as your back then turns to the trio on the sidelines, Neuvillettes fixes Wriothesley with a stony look at the predicament the rascal of a Duke has pushed him into—but, to his own, unexpected surprise, he is not dreading it as much as he thought he would. Wriothesley’s smirk widens at the look—a glint in his own steely blue eyes saying, See? I told you. And, at your words, Neuvillette finds himself agreeing.

“Yes.” Once more, he releases your waist, keeping his hand within your left one as you step from him and twirl, skirts flaring out around you; akin to a lotus flower’s petals unfurling and reaching for the sky. As quickly as it came, you step back into him and he encircles a solid arm about your waist once again. Your cheeks are flushed with the exertion. “I was wise to attend tonight.”

You laugh lowly. “This little ordeal our dear Duke has shoved us into will be all the rage tomorrow. Who knows? It might even reach all the way to Inazuma.”

“Ah, yes, quite so.” Neuvillette huffs a small sigh, as if already fatigued at the thought of it. “However, this has proved worthwhile.”

“Oh?” You blink up at him, right into those intense amethyst eyes, now a bit afraid that you’ll collapse from the heart attack he’s starting to give you. “You’re the first person to ever even insinuate that I am ‘worthwhile’ company.”

The Iudex tilts his head slightly, gaze intent, as if perplexed by a curious riddle. “Truly? How outlandish. I’ll never understand how prone to misjudgement humans are.”

“Monsieur Neuvillette, you certainly have a way with words.” Keep this up and you’ll send me down the rabbit hole! “Have you considered taking your clear affinity for poetry and putting it on paper?”

Neuvillette chuckles, a low and almost sultry sound that makes heat creep up your neck. “How amusing. You say I should write poetry? Just because I am stating the obvious? Thank you for the suggestion, Mademoiselle [Name].”

“I’m glad my first impression has been satisfactory, Monsieur Neuvillette,” you say in a joking tone, but, inside, you truly are pleased you’ve finally shed yourself in a good light to someone—and to think it is the Chief Justice of Fontaine in question. “That is a rarity, worth its weight in gold, for me.”

Neuvillette smiles genuinely—one that’s not his usual closed-mouth, polite smile that is almost infinitesimal—but one that flashes you with his pearly whites. The edges of his eyes crinkle up, and his mauve hues twinkle. Your breath hitches, and you’re suddenly very thankful that he’s holding you up. You’d have melted into a right puddle if that wasn’t the case. “Something I believe you must see more of, Miss [Name]. I know the Melusines would adore you.”

“Goodness, Monsieur Neuvillette.” You can’t fight back the blush this time. “You’re such a romantic.”

“I am?” He sounds legitimately surprised. “That’s a first. Either way, I believe in my judgement of character, and I understand that you mean well.”

You bite down on the inside of your bottom lip and drop your stare from him. You are…sorely mistaken. But you make no move to correct him. You tell yourself nothing matters except the present—and, like your mother used to say when discussing her shady dealings in the Fleuve Cendre about her clients: What they don’t know can’t hurt them.

After three long, breathless minutes, the orchestra finally brings the song to a close, and you both step back from one another; the Chief Justice lowering into a bow with his right hand upon his left breast, and you dipping into a deep, polite curtsy right upon the ending note of an E flat.

Taking his arm once more, Neuvillette escorted you off of the dance floor, people parting the way for the both of you like Moses for the Red Sea. They stare, they whisper—but you pointedly ignore their attention. Neuvillette seems unbothered; considering how he is the most influential man within Fontaine, and the most eligible bachelor, the Iudex is likely fully used to such scrutiny from the populace.

The both of you make your way back to the trio standing nearby, and Navia wastes no time in smothering you. “My goodness! Do you know how breathtaking you two were?!”

“Quite.” The Duke grins, crossing his arms. “No need to thank me.” He sneaks a sly look Neuvillette’s way. “I’m sure it’s proven fairly…beneficial to either party.”

“What does that mean?” Your brows furrow slightly at his peculiar wording. I can’t help but get a sense of foreboding from his words. 

“Ahem. He means,” Neuvillette cuts in before Wriothesley can say anymore, shooting the Duke a scathing look. Goodness, he knows how to be intimidating! However, Wriothesley seems utterly unruffled. “That it was a pleasant dance, and the night will continue on peacefully for all of us.”

Wriothesley’s smirk is almost lazy, before he turns and plucks a flute of champagne off of a tray the nearby waiter was carrying around. “Yes, of course. Most certainly. Whatever you say.”

“Ignore him.” Clorinde surprises everyone by finally speaking up, snatching the champagne from his hand, of which he had not taken a sip from yet. He exclaims in protest, but Clorinde downs it in reply. “He’s an idiot.”

Wriothesley huffs at her, before giving up. “Maybe I just did you both a favour.” Then he pins Neuvillette with a steely look. “Maybe I just got Furina off your back.”

Neuvillette squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head and sighs wearily just as you open your mouth to question what he meant, before clicking it shut in resignation. You’ve just met Wriothesley, but you know enough about him already to see just how conniving of a fellow he really is. 

“Anyway!” Trust Navia to diffuse the tense atmosphere. She beams her signature stellar smile. “I’m just having a ball here—no pun intended.” 

You bite back a laugh. “Will you dance again? There are just so many eligible young noblemen just dying to waltz you away into the moonlight.”

Navia scrunches her nose in repel to the suggestion. “Non, merci, mon amie. I’m quite fine single. You, on the other hand…”

“I think she’s had a little bit too much to drink.” You immediately shut that route of conversation off by grabbing her arm and turning her around, intent to lead her away, giving the other three a somewhat inept smile. “She always starts to spout nonsense when the champagne really gets into her system.”

“What the? I do not—” You deftly pick up a conch madeleine off a nearby tray and shove it into her mouth, cutting her off. “Let’s head off before you embarrass yourself, Navia dear.” And before you can humiliate me any further.

“Ah, yes, I see what you mean.” Neuvillette nods solemnly at you and your friend, who has no choice but to chew and swallow the dessert before speaking up again. You know she is not so mad as to speak with her mouth full—particularly when in the presence of the three most influential individuals in the Nation of Justice. He bows his head in a polite gesture. “I bid you both farewell and a pleasant remainder of your evening. It was a delight meeting you, Mademoiselle [Name].”

“It sure was,” Wriothesley agrees, mirroring Neuvillette’s actions out of etiquette. That playful, plotting gleam in his eyes has not wavered once as he regards the dynamic between the Chief Justice and you. You can’t help but feel a bit wary with him around. Neuvillette’s uncertain glances at the Duke tell you he feels the same. “We’ll see you around.”

“Aha, bien sûr.” Navia’s determined blue glare is your final cue to leave before she escalates the situation into something it shouldn’t become. With one last, half-curtsy, you are quick to make yourselves scarce. “Bonne nuit!”

.........

The three watch the two young women rush off before Wriothesley turns to Neuvillette. “Well?”

“Well?” He repeats, lifting his chin in a gesture of superiority. Neuvillette is not one who takes kindly to using his status as leeway upon others—especially those he considers friends—but he feels insulted by the Duke’s behaviour tonight, and believes there is no other choice in showing Wriothesley his place. “Are you so bored, you’re trying to play matchmaker in my life now, Wriothesley?”

Wriothesley appears utterly unbothered by Neuvillette’s display of dominance and his almost murderous glare. “Matchmaker? You wound me, Neuvillette. I’m merely trying to assist you in getting our dearest Archon off your back about this whole marriage thing. Couldn’t you see how [Name] was also in the same predicament? And it’s not like you didn’t enjoy her company.”

“She is a nice girl.” Neuvillette agrees, but does not bother giving the Duke the benefit of the doubt. “Nevertheless, she made it quite clear how she has no intention of involving herself in a relationship. Neither do I.”

Clorinde then grows tired of the conversation and excuses herself, leaving the Duke and the Iudex to continue their talk in peace. Wriothesley lets his cheery façade fall and grows serious. “Neuvillette, this is not a matter of intention, per se—it is a matter of necessity. You need to marry. What better candidate is there than a young, disinterested woman who will demand nothing of you—not love, not attention, none of that frivolous stuff—and will leave you alone? You’re not looking for a paramour, you’re looking for a wife who will keep her life separate from yours, and as will you.”

“You’re missing the point, Wriothesley,” Neuvillette sighs wearily. “Furina wants me to, and I quote, ‘Discover and explore the wonderful world of romance, to find someone to finally rely on and trust. To osculate under the beaming summer sun, to share desserts with as one’.” The Iudex cannot help but grimace at the Hydro Archon’s words as he recalls them. Wriothesley, too, visibly cringes at her characteristic, over-the-top extravagance and embellished rhyming.

He soon recovers, biting back his laughter. “So…what do you think’s brought her sudden fixation of your nonexistent love life on?”

“Novels.” Neuvillette responds grimly. “She’s filled her head up with that drivel they call literature from Yae Publishing House.” All the Chief Justice wants now is a sizable glass of Sumeruian spring water. Alas, he forces himself to remain within the moment and fret over yet another burdensome problem Foçalors has dumped on his shoulders. “I’m considering outlawing the store.”

“She’d trash your office with a tantrum at that.” Wriothesley snorts, shaking his head in humourless amusement. “No, I think it’s best if you just let her have her way. Or, maybe go into a temporary, contractual marriage until her monomania about your love life fades.”

Neuvillette falls into a thoughtful silence at the Duke’s words, contemplating. It’s…plausible, he thinks, hand on his chin. “…Your suggestion has merit.”

“Of course it does,” Wriothesley scoffs, giving his superior an and-you-just-noticed? look. “It sounds like dear Mademoiselle [Name] is in dire need of a solution and escape from her friend’s…marriage broker ways.”

Neuvillette gives Wriothesley a lengthy sidelong look, unimpressed. “Like yourself? And Furina? Yes, I can empathise with her greatly.”

“Aha! Sarcasm!” Wriothesley hollers, turning heads all around. Clearing his throat, he nods an apology to the onlookers for his abrupt loudness. Lowering his voice, he continues, eyes sparkling, “I finally got a rise out of the Chief Justice of Fontaine! Hooray for me!”

Neuvillette sighs heavily through his nose at the Duke’s typical antics. “You’re tipsy, aren’t you? Good thing Clorinde did not allow you to have that last glass of champagne.”

“Oh, get off it.” Wriothesley waves a dismissive hand at Neuvillette’s criticism, his grin derisive. “I’m just as sober as Navia was when [Name] chased her off.” The Duke shoves his hands into his pockets, pose languid. “You both knew what was coming, knew where the conversation was going, and she chose that ideal moment to run away. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re quite taken with the young lady.”

“There is a prominent difference between being ‘quite taken’ and seeing another in a respectful light.” Neuvillette looks at Wriothesley down his nose, displeased with his insistence. “We danced—and must I remind you it was in fact yourself who pushed me into such a position?” The Iudex closes his eyes and shakes his head. “She said to not feel obligated, but I was not about to put my image at risk from refusing a woman a dance.” He glances around sharply at the eavesdropping attendees milling around them, noting their haste to glance away from the duo. “There are many eyes and ears here, and now I’ll have to dance with more young women so as to not look enamoured with one young lady.”

“Ah, yes, here comes the impartiality talk again.” Wriothesley rolls his eyes. “It doesn’t matter anymore. Besides, wouldn’t it be such a good publicity stunt for you and this whole marriage thing?” The Duke leans forward, eyes wide and urging. “Furina won’t keep this a secret. She won’t keep it on the down-low. You, of all people, know how much she adores gossip. So, curate a whole story about this mysterious young woman the Chief Justice has fallen head over heels for at the bal du mercredi soir and give the journalists something to occupy themselves with.”

Neuvillette quietens, staring at the marble floor in thought. Wriothesley, ever the shrewd businessman, if you will, has once again made a veritable proposition that could prove beneficial…or completely backfire.

“[Name] does not seem like the kind of person who would enjoy the exposure.” The Chief Justice shakes his head in finality. “Are you sure there is no other choice?”

Wriothesley observes the look on Neuvillette’s face; one of desperation and disinclination. He’s torn, the Duke thinks, pursing his lips. He contemplates silently for a while, weighing the options and the outcomes, wracking his brains for something that will solve his friend’s dilemma—before the perfect idea hits him.

Neuvillette can just see those cogs and wheels turning in that cunning, shrewd brain of his. The moment Wriothesley’s eyes light up in realisation, Neuvillette immediately feels a dark sense of foreboding.

“Listen, this is what you should do…”

And as Wriothesley lowly murmurs his scheme into the Iudex’s ear, the droplets of rain that were splattering listlessly against the pavement suddenly cease.

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[rhyske]

Thank you it's been a rough year but I am doing better and the horizon is looking brighter!~ ^^ <3

Luna was disappointing, to say the least, she doesn't really do anything other than wave her stick around and die. I didn't care about her like I did with the boys because I didn't really know her. she was just a nice girl I guess haha, so yeah could have been better. The boys are really well written though. Gladio is my personal favourite cause he is both a bit rough but also so soft. I've been waiting for VII remake to hit Game pass or Xbox in general, I'm like 99% sure it was announced it but PS have some exclusivity deal which is annoying. TT_TT

I haven't seen the second season of TLoVM yet but I've seen the campaign so I'm not really in a hurry. I have watched a good chunk of the 3rd campaign and it's pretty good and definitely funny. I think originally CR planned to make like just a short series through Kickstarter. then the community gave them a massive budget. they partnered with amazon prime, who I think have greenlit 2 more seasons after season 2, as well as the mighty nein series. It's just wild how it happened.

Dragon age 2 is also my favourite so far, haven't played the DLC though, it wasn't included in EA play which was pretty rude I'm not gonna lie haha. inquisition is fine but it just doesn't feel like dragon age to me, more like a generic fantasy game? I don't really find any characters interesting except for Varric and he was a vital part of 2 so they can't take credit for that to be honest. Dorian is pretty neat, he has a personality at least and he is pretty funny. The others are fine I guess. the inquisitor is pretty bland as well, apart from that just having them lead the inquisition out of nowhere was a weird choice, like they were maybe a criminal and they just let them take the lead. imagine if they would have gone with personality options as in DA2

blue inquisitor is like oh no my bad I'm gonna do my best to fix this and help everyone while everyone else is seriously suspicious of them and they are lowkey a hostage. purple inquisitor handling the situation with sarcastic humour and maybe tries to escape from the Inquisition (and fails) red inquisitor being rude and pissed at everyone while also blaming them for everything, tries to escape several times (and fails). i don't know but something like that could have been more fun and interesting maybe.

I started learning English when I was about 8 years old I think and yeah it was through school. I started learning more and faster due to playing games online though, in the beginning, I was very shy and not confident in my ability to speak, eventually, I made a friend that I felt comfortable talking to when I was 14/15 ish and I became fluent quickly after that. now my English is better than my native language and I speak English with my mom and my brother because it's just easier to express myself in English. my mom and brother are pretty much the same way too hahah. I was supposed to learn another language in school as well but I opted out because I am dyslectic ^^' 💜

Oh good! 💕 I'm glad things are looking up :D

Yeah Luna had so much potential. Noct loves her, or at least has a crush on her, for....some reason. They only met like, 10+ years ago and barely talked since. They write like, one or two sentences in a journal they send back and forth? That... Is romantic in theory, but when you think about it, that's not great. Oohh, Prompto used to be my favorite until Ignis' DLC episode came out. I cried in both, but his DLC surprised me the most and gave me new appreciation for his character. Gladio is a gentle bear. He kinda reminds me of a grumpy cat.

Oh yeah, exclusivity deals 🙄 Gotta love 'em.

Yeah, I remember they had plans for just like, one episode but the Kickstarter got like, millions of dollars which was enough to make about 15ish episodes? And then Amazon picked up the rest to make it a normal 20 some odd episode show. I didn't know about a season 4! That's awesome! Amazon is the one funding the Mighty Nein one too? That makes sense.

Oh yeah, Inquisition dropped the ball on so many things. Dorian and Varric are the only companions I remember too. I don't care for any of the others, which is such a shame. My Inquisitor was a Dalish mage, who doesn't believe in the Maker, but there's like, just one throwaway line about it or something and it's never brought up again? Their Dalish clan is never really talked about and their fate is left up to an optional table quest. It's so bad. And don't even get me started on the gameplay and pacing. DA2 had such memorable characters, even if you hate them. There's multiple companion quests for every companion, they have conversations with you based on things you choose, their conversations between themselves allude to them all having independent lives as well as friendships between them all outside of being dragged around by Hawke. It's just.... So good.

What is your native language, if it's okay to ask? Totally okay to not answer (: I have a friend, who is basically a sister, who has parents whose native languages are different, but both speak English. So she grew up with English being her native language. If I remember right, she isn't fluent in either of her parents native languages because of it.

I've started trying to read stories in my target language and it really helps a ton! To be engaged and interested in something that isn't just boring textbooks 🙄 Studying made fun!

#asks #sweetheart anon #purple heart anon #i answer #i talk

[milarvela]

I was at the movies. This trailer looked interesting. Other highlights were hearing Somebody to Love in another trailer and also a bit of Freddie singing in a Coca-Cola ad. A tad odd since I watched Elvis, well, an actor lacking his charm, smirk, humour and sexiness while sporting very white teeth (I thought those were out of fashion now) and distractingly cartoonish lips, not sure if he had cheekbones either (those lips were so lippy), trying to wiggle his hips convincingly. As if any idiot couldn’t have told that it’s the gorgeous smile with the prominent cheekbones and all that should’ve been mimicked first and foremost.

Anyways, it was another misery tale, very much like Bohemian Rhapsody, and Tom Hanks was doing a voice that sounded even more awkward than Rami Malek's whiny Freddie. This Parker just wasn't believable. Nobody would buy a used car from him because of the voice alone. And all that boring talk about snow. Maybe it was meant to have a meaning. But please just shut up and concentrate on the music and maybe show a bit more of Elvis' private life. Make a separate movie about Parker. Could actually be interesting.

The best performance in this movie was Tutti Frutti. Not by Austin Butler as Elvis. Lol, what's with shoving in all those other artists? Poor Elvis, a third rate copy of others. Was that the idea? If so, why not make a biopic of the genuine original performers instead of the poor, miserable copycat? Well, judging by this movie, the highlight of Elvis’ career was fighting for his right to move in a certain way. Okay?

Also finally saw Doctor Strange. I think it was too much for my ability to concentrate and comprehend. I mean, there was a woman who wanted to be a mother but instead of getting children of her own, she stole somebody else's, although it looked like the same actress in both roles. I don't get it. More bafflingly, how was she the villain of the movie and the whole point of the multiverse travelling? Some woman wanting kids? Lol, they really have run out of interesting villains. Well, at least it was different.

The actress gave me soap star vibes, at least until she had to play a sort of zombie. That was funny. Especially the weird underground chase scene with Strange & co stopping to wait for her next move. What was the idea? To build up tension? Moronic. Anyways, couldn't give two shiny shits about who got the kids and what happened to the characters. Just as indifferent as about the latest Bond with its poutyface and her daughter. Speaking of which, 007 made an appearance, and I haven't a clue why. Patrick Stewart was there too, trapped inside a yellow high chair, which was fun. The word illuminati was fun too. So many clumsy jokes, though I did laugh at the cloak trying to wake up Strange. And at the third eye. Not sure if it was meant to be funny. The post credits joke was the worst. So embarrassing. I don't even get why Strange did that to a random guy in the first place. Not cool.

I didn't find America and her relationship with Strange as annoying as I had feared. Except for Strange calling her a kid all the time. Couldn't he remember her name? Aren’t Americans supposed to be inserting each other’s names everywhere? Also, you'd think she'd wanted to find her mums with that power of hers but apparently she couldn't control it. Until she suddenly inexplicably could, and still didn't fuck off to find them. Really? But since I don’t know anything about her and the mums, I guess I wasn’t expected to mind.

Not enough of both Benedicts together, but I was kind of prepared for that. Here's a better movie: multiversions of Strange (I liked the ones I saw) and both Benedicts having an epic adventure together trying to deal with them and travelling in different universes. Skip the extra characters. Or if you must, make Benedicts help America find her mums. Wouldn’t even writers with little imagination have thought that more worthy a mission than a story about random woman’s confusion about motherhood?

I quite like Christine. Don't know why she got married. Who is that husband of hers? Maybe it’s been explained in one of those TV shows I haven't seen. Did he even say/do anything? What was the point of having him there? Well, they got to show a church full of a very diverse set of people. Even more diverse than at that hidey hole where everybody was prepared for an epic battle against that one wannabe mother. I think they lost too. Well, nobody in the movie cared, so why should I? But shouldn’t America at least have realised that the sparkles are useless? Become a mother instead.  

#Elvis #Doctor Strange #Benedict Cumberbatch #Tom Hanks #Austin Butler #I remember having trouble #getting used to Benedict's lips too #in Sherlock #lol

[dameronology]

figure it out {din djarin x reader}

summary: din djarin doesn’t usually get jealous. not until he met you, at least {for the lovely and wonderful @stargazingcarol​} - 2.5k words 

warnings: swearing 

this is completely spoiler free!! just some good old jealousy and some antics with the kid. enjoy.

- jamie

You had a complicated relationship with the Mandalorian. 

On one hand, you were colleagues…of sorts. He’d spent two years coming to your outpost on Corellia when he needed his ship fixing – and after becoming fed up of traipsing back and forth, he offered you the job full time. It was a mutually beneficial situation. You’d been desperate to get out the city for years, and you were also the only mechanic he trusted. The prospect of a job that would take you all over the galaxy was exciting, even if it meant tiptoeing around one another in the cramped hull of the Razor Crest (and that was before the addition of the Child). But, when you spent days and days in hyperspace with nobody else to talk to, it was only natural that you became friends. It had felt a little awkward at first, as though you were trying to force conversation with a man who just didn’t want to talk -- but then the Mandalorian’s barriers broke down, and things began to change.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when. It had probably been a few months in, not long after he’d saved your ass from a bounty who had thrown a punch in your direction. You hadn’t expected the Mandalorian to be so protective - and frankly, neither had he. It was after that he found himself doing things without realising; lingering touches on your back when he passed, his hands brushing your thigh whenever you were sat in the cockpit next to him. Then, you became unintentional adoptive parents to a weird, green creature - a bond between you that only seemed progressed naturally, as though you had no control over it.

One night, not long after you took the Child in, you’d both collapsed beside one another on the tiny bed in hull of the Crest. Usually, you would argue for a while about who got to take it, but on that night, neither of you’d had the energy. Under the covers of the dark and with the baby finally asleep, you were muttering amongst yourself - you couldn’t remember the conversation entirely, but it was sleepy, tired gibberish. Din found himself reaching to take the helmet off; he could hear you easier that way, and your voice was comforting enough to lull him off to sleep. In the quiet of the moment, and with the conversation between you reaching a natural stopping point, he’d gently closed the gap between you. It was simple; his lips on yours, only for a brief moment. Then, as though the Child had sensed that everything was no longer about him, he’d opened his mouth and let out a cry for attention.

You began to kiss more often after that; every night before bed, actually. As soon as the lights were off, Din would take the helmet off, give you a gentle kiss and then he’d drift off, holding you tightly to his chest. It was always that, followed by a good night, cyar'ika. Then the morning would come, and it would be good morning, cyar'ika followed by another soft kiss, before the helmet went back on and you both went about your days.

After a few months of that, you’d fallen into an easy routine. Neither of you had quite established what your relationship was, but it didn’t feel like you needed to. It’s not like there was anyone else around for you to have to worry about, or anyone else who would force you to define it. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t frustrating; Din Djarin had never been the type of person to plan ahead, and you knew that more than anyone. The idea of becoming attached to him, only to lose him or get hurt was enough for you to at least want to try and work it out. You weren’t expecting a deep conversation, or even one that you could walk away from knowing whatever the hell was going on between you two. 

It was just that with the addition of the Child, and the two of you growing closer each day, you wanted an answer. You wanted to know if you were wasting your time; if this was simply a pit-stop on your way to finding a more permanent settlement, or if this was it. Though you’d never admit it, you wanted it to be the latter. Din was reliable, and he cared about you. He was sweet in his own way and he’d have gone to the ends of the galaxy to look after you. He was protective in a way that let you fight your own battles, but not in a way you’d ever have to do it alone. You felt safe with him - as though you’d found everything you were looking for, except neither of you had been looking at all.

You brought the question up on a slow morning. The Mandalorian was between bounties, and you’d briefly landed in a dusty outpost on a thick jungle planet to refuel and find some food. The kid was snoring away in his pod a few feet away, clearly feeding off of the relaxed atmosphere that you’d managed to create. You were laying beside him, the lights still off and your head buried in his neck. Both of Din’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, gripping onto you as though you might slip away into the darkness of the vast galaxy. 

‘What are we?’ You asked quietly.

‘Humans.’ Right, there was the dry sense of humour.

‘Din.’ You grumbled. ‘I’m serious.’

‘What’s making you bring it up now, cyar'ika?’ He asked. ‘It’s early.’

‘I was just thinking.’ You sat up, pulling the covers with you. ‘We’ve been doing this thing for months but neither of us have actually worked out what the hell is it is.’

‘We don’t have to.’ He replied. 

‘Right.’ You murmured. 

‘It’s just-’

As though the little bugger had sensed a sudden onset of tenseness in the room, the Child let out a loud cry. You immediately recognised it: he was hungry. Even if you were ready to throttle anyone who dared come near him, you didn’t have a hard time admitting that he had a penchant for the worst timing. With that said, the fact he’d slept through the whole night without waking once certainly helped the fact.

‘Hey, buddy! It’s okay!’ You heard the mechanical click of Din’s helmet as he turned on the lights, allowing you to leap out of bed and stumble to the baby. ‘We’ll get you some food.’

That wasn’t the first time that something had magically changed the subject whenever you tried to bring up the status of your relationship with Din. If the kid didn’t decide to pull your attention away, it was the Mandalorian himself who veered away from the conversation. He always had to check on a bounty, or rush off to see if the ship was on the right route. It didn’t take a genius to work out that he was avoiding the subject entirely and you were starting to become frustrated.

After almost three weeks of trying to challenge him about it, you were close to giving in entirely. What if you were wasting your time? What if you were going to let yourself fall in love with him, only to find out you weren’t a permanent part of his plan? Fuck, did he even have a plan? Was that the life you wanted -

- it was at that point that your train of thought had stopped, because the Child sensed you were upset, and started bawling. Again.

A few hours after your fourth or fifth try at the conversation - once again to have it ended by the kid tossing a frog at you in an attempt to steal the attention back - the three of you ended up in a bar. It was a little cantina a few hours outside of Mos Eisley; it was much cleaner than the other bars you’d seen, and if it weren’t for your foul mood, you might have even enjoyed it. 

‘What’s up with you?’ Din asked quietly. 

‘Nothing.’ You murmured. ‘I’m fine.’

‘Your tone is off, cyar'ika.’

‘Leave it.’ You snapped. ‘I’m getting another drink.’

You moved the baby off your lap, placing him on Din’s instead. After digging around in your pocket for some credits, you quickly stood up and sauntered over to the other side of the bar, leaning against the wooden counter as you waited for your turn to be served. It wasn’t too busy - there were a few people floating about. Locals, you figured. It was a slightly fancier part of Tatooine, and you could see the difference in the people who were frequenting the establishment.

You were trying not to think about Din, or the fact he still refused to talk about what was going on between the two of you. You’d long surpassed the point of no return for your friendship - no, you were too invested now. Either he had to prove he was in it for the long run, or you had to walk away. Was that an unfair ultimatum? Not really. He’d started it, after all. 

‘What’s a pretty thing like you doing waiting for a drink?’

You glanced up to see a man beside you, a half-empty flagon of beer in his hand. He was tall, dark and handsome; the type you used to briefly date back on Corellia. He smelt of expensive aftershave, and his clothes gave the impression he was quite well-off. 

‘I could ask you the same.’ You replied. 

‘So you think I’m pretty?’ The man quirked an eyebrow at you.

‘No, I...I mean, yeahhhh.’ You turned to face him, offering him a smile.

‘You’re here with that Mandalorian.’ He glanced over his shoulder, before leaning a little closer towards you. ‘What’s his deal?’

‘Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.’ You snorted. ‘I don’t think he knows what his deal is.’

The conversation was completely innocent - after all, you had no intention of anything happening with whoever this guy was. And even if you did, weren’t you technically single? You certainly weren’t in a relationship, at least not according to Din Djarin. He had no standing ground, nor any right to be jealous. 

Still, that didn’t stop his entire body filling with rage the minute the man put his hand on your arm, and it certainly didn’t stop him immediately packing up all your stuff to leave the bar. Even the notion of another man touching you made him want to scream - let alone the actual sight of it. It was the way your new friend leant in a little too close, and laughed a little too hard at your jokes. You were funny, but you weren’t that funny.

‘We’re leaving.’ Din declared, suddenly appearing beside you. 

‘Okay.’ You shrugged, glancing up at him. ‘I’ll meet you back on the ship later.’

‘No, I mean we’re leaving.’

You snorted. ‘I think you’ll find that I’m staying right here- oof!’

You let out a small squeak as the Mandalorian grabbed you with his free arm, tossing you over his shoulder. Before you could protest, or even apologise to the man beside you, he was marching you out of the bar and into the cool evening air of Tatooine. All meanwhile, the baby was giggling at the site of you with your legs in the air and your face planted against Din’s back. 

The ship wasn’t far - probably not more than a two minute walk. Din had been conscious of the Child’s little legs when he’d parked at the outpost; he was becoming more independent now and insisted on walking places himself. It was just that he could only walk for five minutes before getting tired, but the little sod would cry if you tried to carry him.  He was lucky he was cute.

‘What the hell was that?’ You snapped, barely catching your balance as Din planed you on the floor of the ship. 

‘That man was flirting with you.’ Din simply stated. ‘I didn’t like it.’

‘You...’ you trailed off. ‘You didn’t like it?’

‘He was overstepping his boundaries.’

‘You were jealous, weren’t you?’ You let out a derivative snort, folding your arms across your chest. 

‘You knew I could see you.’ Din was still calm. 

‘And? It’s not like we’re in a relationship, is it?’ You murmured.

‘That’s not-’

‘ - let me finish!’ You cut him off. ‘I have been trying for weeks to talk to you about it, to see where I stand with you, and you always change the subject or try to run away from it! You have no right to be jealous, or to act like I’m with you because you have made it abundantly clear that I am not. Your high horse is basically a shetland fucking pony, Din Djarin!’

There was a silence between you for a moment. It felt good to have finally said it - you just wished you’d been a bit more gentle. Din had never seen you shout before, or even come close to losing your temper. He knew it was bound to happen but he had never imagined it being at him. Then again, if you’d tried to pick him up and force him out the bar against his will, he would have been angry too. (The thought of you even trying it was rather comical).

‘I was scared.’ 

That hadn’t been the response you were expecting.

‘Of me?’ Your voice was quiet.

‘I’m in love with you.’ He said bluntly. ‘That terrifies me.’

‘I...fuck.’ You felt as though the wind had been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with whatever grey smoke the Crest spat out when the engines were broken. ‘I love you too - but why does it scare you?’

‘Because it means I can’t ever leave you.’ Din continued. ‘And I want to give you the life you deserve but I don’t know if I can. Not with my job, not with the things I’ve done.’

‘Din.’ You took a step forward, his large hands enveloping yours as you did. ‘D’you think I care about any of that?’

‘I was afraid to ask.’

‘No offence, but you can be a bit thick sometimes.’ A small chuckle escaped your lips, even if tears were forming in your eyes. ‘I don’t care where we are or where we go, as long as I’m with you, then I have the life I want. That’s why I’ve been so off these last few weeks, because I was so scared you were going to turn around and push me away.’

‘That’s not going to happen.’ He said. ‘I’m not going to leave you - you have my word. I promise.’ 

‘So why don’t we just stop being scared and start just...being together?’

He briefly stepped away, hitting the control panel to turn off the lights in the ship. His helmet hit the ground with a thud, and a moment later, his hands were on your hips as he pulled you towards him. Din crashed his lips onto yours, closing the gap between you with a desperate kiss. You’d kissed before - more times than you could even begin to count - but this one felt different. It had meaning; purpose, in fact. It was as though the last few months’ worth of feelings that the Mandalorian had been pushing aside had finally broken.

‘I love you, cyar'ika.’ He quietly murmured again. ‘And I’m sorry.’

‘Stop saying sorry.’ You tearfully smiled, forehead still pressed against his. ‘And I love you too, even if you’re a bit of a dumbass sometimes.’

‘Say it again.’

‘I love you, dumbass.’ You quietly said. 

‘Is that now your equivalent to cyar'ika?’

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l’amore de ma vie | fred weasley

Summary: When Fred invites you to Bill and Fleur’s wedding, your feelings for your best friend are stronger than ever before. What happens when you realize just how much you love him?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Fluff...i-is that a warning?? Anyway buckle up for some sickly sweet goodness....

A/n: I know, I’m terrible. It’s been a little while longer than I’d intended but I hope this makes up for it! Feedback is very very much appreciated! I love seeing what all of you think of my writing! Without further rambling from me....enjoy!

Sidenote: This is a total AU. It completely deviates from canon, as Bill and Fleur’s wedding goes smoothly in this version. No violence here haha...only happiness! (I guess what I’m trying to say is, in no way shape or form is this an accurate recollection of the books, this is purely from my imagination...)

• • • • •

“Fucking weddings...” you mutter as you walk through the massive white tent that adorns the front lawn of the Weasley residence. Everything is perfectly displayed, tables meticulously set, with delicate flowers littering the venue.

The romance of it all makes you want to throw yourself into Bill and Fleur’s masterfully crafted, six-tier cake. And watching as Molly rushes in and out swiftly with the brightest smile on her face, it all reminds you of how you should be getting ready right now. But you just can’t stomach that.

It’s not that you’re not happy for Bill....you’re ecstatic and you absolutely adore him. He’s been a role model for you almost your entire life. And it’s not like you’re not an absolute romantic, because you are...but weddings always make things complicated. They manage to dig up feelings that you’d rather not confront.

Feelings for a certain Weasley twin...

That’s why when he (said twin) and George invited you to the wedding, you were reluctant to say yes. It’s hard to pin point exactly when you felt your friendship with Fred (at least on your end), morph into something more, but you’ve managed to keep your feelings for him locked away for the better part of four years. And as far as you’re aware, the only person that’s truly caught on is Hermione...because you’re convinced at this point that she just knows damn well everything.

“Something on your mind?” A voice startles you, bringing your attention back to the bustling world surrounding you.

Turning around slowly, you’re greeted with Bill’s towering figure. You huff out a quick, teasing laugh. “You know, it’s not nice to interrupt a lady’s thoughts.”

“Forgive me,” he chimes with a chuckle of his own.

Bill knows your humour, and he knows you well enough to recognize when you’re using it as a defence mechanism.

“It just looks like you’re about ready to make a run for it,” he continues, “and I wanted to make sure my favourite guest doesn’t ditch me on my wedding day.”

“You know I would never ditch you.”

Bill sends you a look, clearly not impressed by your jokes. You can tell he knows something’s wrong, but you don’t want to be the first one to bring it up.

“I’m fine.” You reassure with a soft smile. “I promise.”

He only nods at you, and he’s not quite sure if he’s convinced, but he’s confident things will work out in the end. “You know, I best be getting ready.” He grins wide. You reciprocate his grin with an additional giggle.

“You best be. Or else Fleur might divorce you on the spot.”

“Wouldn’t that be a shame.” Bill shifts his weight from foot to foot. “I’d have the record for the shortest marriage in wizarding history! Mum would have an absolute shit fit.”

You both burst into a fit of laughter, before you’re nudging him out of the tent and towards his home.

There’s a comfortable pause of silence as Bill thinks to himself. He can see it in your eyes exactly what you’re thinking about. Having been around you for years and Fred even longer, and watching the two of you grow up together, he knows what’s troubling you. Bill Weasley is not a stupid man, and he knows love when he sees it. Better yet, he knows the fear of losing that love that runs rampant in your mind. If Bill has learned anything in his years on this earth, it’s that love allows for the greatest of happiness but it also allows for the greatest manifestation of fear. Unrequited love can be more painful than the relief of returned feelings, but Bill Weasley knows you both well enough to know that these feelings you and his brother share, they’re anything but unrequited.

“I should probably be getting ready too.” You break the silence and remind yourself of the upcoming event as you step through the front door of the Burrow.

You both turn to each other, acknowledging your parting of ways. You hear Arthur shouting for his oldest son from above. “I guess that’s my cue.” Bill simply nods in the direction of the staircase, taking a step towards it. You stand still, just watching him for a moment.

He leans his head over his shoulder for a brief second, already a few steps up the winding stairs. “Oh and (Y/n),” he breathes, “my brother may be an oblivious twat, but to give him some credit, I see the way he looks at you, and I’d be blind to say he isn’t in love with you too.”

In love with you too....

And as soon he’s said it, the cheeky bastard’s disappeared up the stairs, leaving you dumbfounded and completely still.

Fucking hell. Your mind wanders, his words at the forefront....so apparently Bill knows and surely if Bill knows, George must too. Are your feelings for Fred that obvious?

• • • • •

You step through the doorway to Fred and George’s room hoping to find a certain twin. You spot him sitting cross legged on his bed, fiddling with a prototype for the shop that you’re sure you’ve seen him working on before. His ginger hair is messily in his face, his tongue sticking out in concentration. He’s the picture of a working artist....pranking materials being his art. You heave a sigh. Like you, he’s nowhere near ready for the wedding that is going to take place in a few hours.

“Do you know?” His head whips up at the sound of your voice. It’s such a vague question, one in which a normal person would question what it itself is in relation to, but George knows exactly what you’re getting at. But maybe he’ll screw with you a little first....

“I know lots of things love. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

A groan passes your lips. Maybe he doesn’t know....but the way his lips are turned upward, the smirk that seems to be growing on his face tells you otherwise. You’re not blind; you know the games George Weasley likes to play.

“Don’t be coy asshole.” You send him a look that says ‘try me.’ “I know you know. My question is, why haven’t you told me that you know?”

“I haven’t a clue what you mean.” He continues testing the waters of your frustration, seeing just how far he can go before you snap.

“Oh fuck me!” You exclaim, hands thrown up in the air. You point at him, eyes narrowing in his direction. “You’re a prick George.”

His grin only widens. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got the wrong twin (Y/n). Last time I checked, Freddie’s the one you want to fuck.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

And....Bingo. There it is. The exact confirmation you wanted and feared.

You recoil, eyes widening at him. Your voice goes soft, serious. “Why didn’t you tell me that you knew?”

His warm eyes meet yours, a calmness to them that is surprisingly reassuring. “I’ve made a living out of not taking things seriously and meddling in other people’s lives (Y/n), but what you and Fred have, I won’t meddle in that.” He pauses for a moment, his voice softening. “It’s not my business to push you two together. You’ll realize it at your own pace.”

“Realize what at your own pace?” Fred leans his body against the doorframe. He’s dressed in a suit, his hair done up nicely, and unlike his twin, he looks entirely put together. The irony almost makes you laugh. You’ve always known George to be the prepared one, ready hours before he needed to be. And Fred a scambler, leaving everything to the last second, to be fashionably late was his life motto.

“Just how stupid the two of you are going to look all dressed up with no dates.” George answers for you, keeping the true nature of your conversation a secret. “Even Ginny’s managed to catch the chosen one.”

You huff out a laugh. “You’re an idiot.”

“Ah,” George muses. “But I am an idiot with a date.”

Fred grins at the two of you and your banter. “Angelina’s better off without you as her date.” He jokes.

A laugh passes your throat, Fred joining in with you. “Oh, sod off!” George pipes before shoving the two of you out to get ready.

• • • • •

Hours later you find yourself ready on time, a shocking revelation to you and each of the Weasley’s. And George is too. He sits beside you grinning like a mad man. Fred is on your other side, smiling all the same.

The ceremony is wonderful and quaint. You knew the moment you saw Fleur all those years ago, just how beautiful she was, but you never could have imagined just how much you’d grow to think of her like a sister. And it’s funny because you’re neither a Delacour nor a Weasley, and yet you feel like you belong. It’s different from the love you know Harry and Hermione feel for the Weasley’s, because ultimately, they’ll both marry in and it will be official, and as much as you love Fred, you know that will likely never be the case for you. But that’s the thing you love most about Molly and Arthur and their children: you don’t have to be related by marriage or blood to be a Weasley.

And seeing Fleur and Bill smile, seeing the pure happiness that they exude in this moment, it makes you forget why you ever questioned coming. It makes you hope that one day you can find what they have. You’d spent the last few minutes mesmerized by their first dance as a married couple. You’re so caught in a trance that you don’t hear the clapping when they’ve finished and stepped off the dance floor.

Your eyes snap up at the clearing of a throat beside you. George nudges you and you turn to look at him. He points at Fred who’s gazing at you curiously. You must have looked like a daft idiot, an utter love struck expression on your face.

“I’m sorry.” You laugh. “Did you say something Freddie?”

“Dance with me?” He asks.

Fred’s question lingers as you contemplate whether or not to accept his outstretched arm. But then your eyes drift up to his, and you catch the mischievous glint that rests in them. It’s in that moment that you know there is no turning back.

Groaning, you relent into his touch. “One dance.” You say, but you know that if he asked, you’d dance the night away.

The grin that spreads onto his face is nothing short of beautiful. It’s unmistakably perfect the way the light catches his features, his ginger hair glowing in the overcast moonlight, and an ethereal aura glistens from his skin. Fred looks youthful...and he looks undeniably happy.

Gripping your hand, he leads you to the dance floor. You catch a brief glimpse of Bill whose lips are tugged into an encouraging smile. Fred snaps your attention back to him as he pulls you into his body, bringing your arms to rest around his shoulders. You can hear the faint thrumming of the slow and melodic music drifting towards you, but all you register is the sound of Fred’s heart beating against yours. Wrapping yourself in his embrace, you allow yourself one second to believe that he might feel the same.

Your feet move in sync almost flawlessly, and it’s as if you’re reading each other’s movements without any effort. (Despite being known for your clumsy nature). But if you’re being honest, it’s always been like that with Fred....easy that is. Easy to read each other, easy to be with each other. It’s just natural. 

“You’re quite graceful Freddie.” You nudge him playfully, breaking the silence between you. 

“And you’re quite...” his voice drifts softly, “something.”

The half scoff, half laugh you let out rings in his ears. “Are you implying that I’m not a good dancing partner?”

“You’re a formidable partner love, just a shit dancer.”

Your eyes light up in amusement. “Well we can’t all be as graceful and beautiful as you Fred Weasley.”

He plays along happily. “No.” He agrees. “I guess we can’t. But I reckon everything else about you, your beauty, your wit, your affinity for kindness, makes up for your lack of dancing skills.”

It’s that self assured attitude that draws you to him. Yet he’s not the slightest bit arrogant. He simply believes in himself, knows his strengths and his weaknesses, is completely aware of his self worth, and he won’t let anyone tell him otherwise. It’s addicting to be around, and a quality so desperately you wish you could find in yourself.

And when Fred compliments you, you can believe that he’s telling you the truth. He makes you believe things about yourself that you would never dream to think about on your own. As cheesy as it sounds, he makes you feel seen. He makes you feel special. And it’s so strange because for as long as you can remember, everyone has always thought of you as merely the best friend of the infamous Weasley twins. Hardly to anyone had you been your own person with your own identity. But Fred never made you feel like that. You’ve always been someone to him, not just a product of who you chose to be friends with.

“You shouldn’t say things like that you know.” Your voice goes quiet.

Fred notices the change in your body language as you begin to close yourself off from him. “Why not?” He asks. “It’s the truth isn’t it?”

Your eyes catch his and your breath hitches. This feels like something. It feels like a moment, the moment that you’ve been waiting for. You never believed Fred could ever feel the same for you, but the look he’s giving you feels so so real.

“Fred, do you-“ You start, but he cuts in for you.

“Feel it too?” He finishes.

“Yeah.”

“I do.” He replies.

Your heart races in your chest as he pulls you closer into his embrace. This confession of feelings is nearly wordless, and yet it feels perfect. You’ve never needed to say a lot to Fred for him to understand you.

You’ve always just had that kind of connection.

You barely notice that you’re still dancing, your bodies moving on autopilot. And the people around you fade to nothing. Your focus is solely on the man who holds your heart in his hands.

Your movements slow as Fred tilts your chin towards his face. “I’ve been in love with you since we were 11 years old.” He says. It’s nearly impossible for your mind to process it. “I’ve known for so long, I just didn’t want to ruin what we have. But I reckon if there’s ever a time to do it, now seems pretty good.”

A gentle smile rests on your face, your heart warm at his words. “Now is perfect.”

Fred hums softly, his warm brown eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. He sees nothing but adoration staring right back at him.

“Can I kiss you?” This is the first time you’ve seen Fred so timid.

You smile coyly, nodding your head. “Such a gentleman.” You tease, pulling him gently towards you. Your lips meet so softly and briefly that you almost miss it.

But no matter how brief, it’s a feeling you’ll never forget. You both want more of each other, but you also know that standing in front of Fred’s immediate and extended family and friends, you can’t simply put on a show for the world to see, as much as he wants to.

You pull back for a moment only to find yourself wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying to the music. Most people in your situation would say something. Maybe they’d profess their love, or whisper sweet nothings into their lover’s ear, but right here, right now, words don’t need to be used.

You don’t need to say I love you to feel that you are loved. And you know Fred feels the same.

• • • • •

Off to the side, Bill takes a moment to part from his wife, approaching his younger brother with a shit eating grin.

“Bloody hell.” George runs a hand through his hair, spotting Bill striding towards him.

Their eyes lock for a moment and George notices his oldest brother’s lip quirk upward. “You owe me 20 galleons.” Bill states matter-of-factly.

George grumbles, reaching into his pocket to pull out the payment. Handing it to Bill, he smiles. “Get back to your wife you tosser.”

Bill nods, taking a step towards Fleur. He turns to face his brother, eyes glinting with mischief. “Just know, when they get married, I’m telling everyone I won.”

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[hereforhalstead]

Showtime

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Not this one! Just fancied writing a little jealous Jay piece as I thought it had been a while👀 hope you enjoy!

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary: Voight asks you to go undercover with Adam in which you decide to tease Jay about it as the unit are unaware of your relationship.

• Words: 3083

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You sat at your desk as Voight called everyone to gather round his office, he makes his way over to the whiteboard and swings it round to show the information on the other side, your eyes wander over the board and the sight of so much detail and CCTV stills. You can’t help but realise you never saw him write any that down, so dread to think the hours he was here until last night to put this plan together. 

He was clearly having one of his days where no options were wanted and or needed, he blitzed through the minor details and barely stopped to take a breath. You all stood watching as he reeled off information that you were all supposed to be taking in, you were secretly hoping someone else was paying more attention than you as it seemed to be going in one ear and out the other. You find yourself loosing concentration as you focus on a random spot on the board, you jolt as Kevin nudges your arm. You turn to see Voight raising his brows at you, jaw hung open with the corner of his lip turned in spite “Sorry, what?” you quickly straighten up and actually focus on what he’s saying. “Nice of you to join us again, Y/N” he shakes his head and continues to point out details on the board.

A few moments later you had pretty much got the gist of the plan but it then came to giving out roles “Halstead, you’re gonna be posing as a bar tender to keep an eye on movements inside”. He barked his order and Jay nodded in response, “Kim, you’ll be a drunk club goer who’s trying it on with Jay so you’ll both be near by”. She rolled her eyes at Jay who always seemed to be used in some form of flirtatious way during these things which suited him but didn’t sit well with you. You trusted your team and would never doubt their intentions but it still wasn’t ideal for them to throw themselves at Jay during these missions and you couldn’t even make a well natured sarcastic comment about how he was yours.

You and Jay had been somewhat of an ‘item’ for a few months, you found yourselves growing closer after becoming partners and soon one thing led to another. Unbearable tension built and Kim was the one to call you out on it, fed up of being put in the middle of your silly spats and childish arguments when it was clear how drawn to each other you were. You decided to keep it between the pair of you as Voight made it clear he wasn’t a fan of relations within the unit, Jay struggled at first but after seeing the way Voight laid into Kim and Adam he soon realised you had a point. It was all fun and games at first, sneaky glances across the room, little touches in the locker room but there was always going to be some negatives that you hadn’t planned for. For example, the way girls throw themselves at Jay was something you’d never get used to. I mean he truly was something else but the way they would do anything to get his attention made you cringe, what was even worse was how he would try and wriggle out of the situations but they would follow him around like a lost puppy. You’d watch as he’d get more frustrated with not being able to tell them he wasn’t single and how he looked to you for help but you couldn’t do much more. 

Jay found it equally as hard as he was quite a jealous and protective person, this was magnified when he was thrown into the deep end of men flirting with you and him having to just stand back and watch. He would step in every now and then if they really weren’t getting the hint but if he intervened every time he wanted, someone definitely would’ve caught on by now. 

Voight finished giving out instructions and demands of Hailey and Kevin taking roles of surveillance in the van parked outside the venue. He was quick to dismiss everyone which left you and Adam without direction, “What about us Sarge?” Adam questions and the group hang back, thinking they’ll be involved in a change of plan. “Oh yeah, how could I forget. The main stars of my show” he slings an arm round each of you as he pulls the pair of you to face the rest “Everyone, meet the new hot couple in Intelligence” he proudly announces and you see Jay’s face drop but you’re just as confused “Come again?” you question but Adam doesn’t need telling twice as he doesn’t seem to doubt Voight’s decision “Fine by me” he winks towards you. You look to Kim and cock your eyebrow with an unimpressed glance, she shrugs back at you and smiles which puts you slightly at ease as you didn’t want to step on any toes due to you knowing how it felt to be put in that position with a certain detective. “I’m putting the pair of you undercover, Adam as the big man and you being his not to clued up eye candy” Voight pats you on the shoulder as you notice Jay roll his eyes “Thanks Sarge, won’t take it personally” you sarcastically respond. 

“Go on, go get dressed up the pair of you.” he releases you from his hold as Adam receives a high five from Kevin followed by a “my man” in praise. “I sent Trudy out to pick up some outfits for you, go and get them from her and get your arses into gear. We leave in an hour.” Voight heads back into his office and shuts the door behind him, you make your way over to Kim’s desk and perch yourself on the edge “Why couldn’t he choose you? Surely he knows you have much better convincing power with Adam than me” you mutter but considering the room was in silence you knew everyone could hear. “You know what he’s like with me and Adam, he’s probably doing this in spite of me” she moans “Just remember to stay on his left side, he always favors his right” she adds and you laugh “he’s such a girl”. 

“M’Lady, shall we go and get red carpet ready?” Adam approaches and offers his arm out to you, you run your eyes up and down his body in judgement but he doesn’t move “Come on, it could be worse. You could be stuck with Halstead” he scans his eyes over to Jay who was already leaning on his elbow and watching the pair of you “Suppose you’re right” you respond to play along with his jokes. Jay tilts his head and a sarcastic grin flashes on his face before turning back to his paperwork “Let’s go you two, why are you still here?” Voight’s rough voice echoes through the room as he storms out of his office “Trudy picking outfits? If I come back in a bin bag just know it was better than whatever god forsaken mess she has picked” you whisper to Kim who chuckles as you take Adam’s arm and head down the stairs to Trudy. 

You’re taken by surprise as she pulls out the clothes from the bags, she’d picked out a nice white shirt for Adam with some tailored black pants and some black leather shoes. “A little magician like for me but I’ll take it” he comments as he takes the bag from her, she stares him down with her intense gaze and then turns onto you. You feel yourself dreading what she will present you with but your jaw nearly drops to the floor when she picks out a little satin black dress and when you say little, you mean little. The corresponding black heels soon get placed on the counter and you can see Trudy trying to conceal her smugness but failing “This the kind of thing you wear for Mouch?” Adam asks and laughs to himself but Trudy doesn’t mirror his humour “I rarely wear anything for Mouch” she winks and Adam clears his throat “I’ll leave that alone if you don’t mind���.

You take the bag into the locker room and slip into the dress, this wasn’t you’re normal attire but you were not mad in the slightest. The shortness of the dress would take some getting used to but once you got the heels on you felt incredible. Luckily, you always kept some make up in your locker due to plans within Intelligence being pretty last minute and you liked to make some touch up’s before you headed out to Molly’s for the evening. You took yourself over to the mirror and began applying your make up, a little heavier than usual as you wanted to match the aesthetic of your outfit but still nothing crazy and thanking yourself for washing and straightening your hair the night before so it was already good to go after a quick brush through. You studied yourself in the mirror and was quite impressed with the outcome and dare you admit, excited to see how riled up it would make Jay. You took out your phone and sent him a quick text message, simply saying ‘Sorry in advance’ so you could say you gave him some form of pre warning. 

Stuffing your old clothes back into your locker you head back upstairs and can feel your heart racing as you get closer and closer to the top of the steps. As soon as you come into sight, you’re met with wolf whistles and various comments to which you never know how to respond “Damn girl, didn’t know you had it in you” Kevin pipes up as his eyes roam your body “Not mad about it, not mad at all” Adam chimes in as Hailey coughs to interrupt “Keep it in your pants boys, you don’t see Halstead drooling over her. Be more like him” she adds and you laugh to yourself at the irony. Jay clears his throat and makes his way over to you, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you’re sure everyone is bound to hear. He hands you a necklace and you stare at him confused, he picks up your hand from your side and places it in your palm with more force than you were expecting, taking you slightly aback “Voight wants you to wear this, something about how it can be a present Adam gave you but it will really be where your mic goes”. Adam peers over at the necklace and nods “I’ve got good taste, you’re very lucky” he suggests with a wink, Jay soon returns to his desk, avoiding all eye contact and turning his attention back to his monitor. 

“Are you not meant to have a bag of some sort?” Hailey asks and you check inside the carrier bag Trudy gave you but see nothing resembling any accessories “Nothing in here, might’ve left it in the locker room though”. You place the bag on Kim’s desk and head back down the stairs, passing Trudy’s desk as you go. She takes a double look as you stroll past and nods to herself “Not bad Y/N. You’ve got a great stylist” she compliments and you dramatically flick your hair in response, “What’s up with the mood Halstead?” she keeps her eyes on you despite her talking to Jay who makes his way down the stairs “I’m not in a mood?” he snaps back, regretting instantly as she widens her eyes at him “Tell your stompy feet that then” she looks him up and down and then smiles at you “Smash it kid”. 

You feel some sort of warmth from Trudy despite what people think of her, she always had a soft spot for you and you found comfort in seeing her as your ‘work mum’. God for bid she ever found out that you think of her that way though, she’d probably stop speaking to you all together.. 

You stand at Trudy’s desk and wait for Jay to leave but he doesn’t seem to be budging, you feel him staring at you as if he is waiting for you to make the first move “Sorry, did you want something or?” she asks and Jay shakes his head “Voight sent me down here to help Y/N look for something in the locker room” he is quick to respond but you knew it was bullshit, Voight couldn’t care less about you finding a bag let alone putting 2 people onto finding it. You push your thoughts aside and carry on walking to the locker room you had just been getting ready in. The sound of your heels clicking on the hard floor sure turned some heads and it was just your luck a drunk group of men were in one of the rooms to awaiting questioning. One of them leant against the door frame and wolf whistled, the other joined him and made some comment about how you looked but you didn’t give it any attention, Jay on the other hand couldn’t stop himself “Sit back down and shut the fuck up before I make you, we clear?” he slammed the door shut behind them but you kept walking.

“What are you really doing here Jay?” you question as you enter the room, holding the door open for him before walking over to your locker. You hear a loud thud as he shuts it behind the pair of you and leans his back against it, his knee bent as he picks off a bit of fluff from the thigh of his jeans “That dress new?” he asks, still not looking up at you and focusing on his jeans “You know it is, Voight only told the entire team that Trudy bought us outfits?” you huff as you fail to find any form of bag or purse that was intended for you to use. 

You begin to walk around to check other areas you had been within the room, the bathroom, the mirror but nothing seemed to jump out. Meanwhile, Jay was still stood leaning against the door and watching your every move intently “You gonna let me leave and do my job or?” you stand in front of Jay but he doesn’t budge. Instead he simply turns his nose up and shakes his head “Well then do something useful and help me put this necklace on” you hang the jewelry from your hand but he just stares at it “Or I’ll just do it myself then. Fuck sake” you mumble under your breath and walk back over to the mirror.

A few moments go by and it was no use, you couldn’t get the necklace on by yourself and Jay was still being as useless as ever and not moving to help, instead strolling over and sitting on one of the benches in the middle of the room. “Guess I’ll just get Adam to put it on for me, or Kevin. I’m sure they’d jump at the chance to help” you think aloud and strut past Jay who reaches up to catch your wrist before you can get any further “Come here then”.

He pulls you down onto his lap and you can feel his breath against the nape of your neck, a shiver run down your spine as he touches your skin and moves your hair to one side “Looking forward to being coupled with Adam? You look great together” he remarks and you roll your eyes at him for ruining what could’ve been one of your private moments that you were starting to crave. You stand from his grasp as he manages to fix the necklace round your neck and head for the door to leave but he is hot on your trail “Something bothering you?” you ask but Jay responds by looking down on you with that glint in his eye and mischievous smirk to try and divert your attention from how he is behaving “You don’t even have to say a word for me to know you’re lying if you say you don’t care" you chuckle but Jay isn’t amused. 

“Go and have fun, I’m sure I’ll have a great time watching the pair of you all over each other” he comments with gritted teeth “I’m sure we will have a blast, might even stick my tongue down his throat" you quickly add and curse yourself for not thinking before you speak “Go for it, gotta make it convincing” to your shock he agrees but the way his fists hang tight at his side and his nostrils are flared tell a whole different story “You really need to work on your lying skills detective”.

You can sense the rage running through him as the pair of you stand in silence, your eyes flick over to the clock and realise you’re meant to be leaving at any moment and they will be wondering where you are. You place your hand on Jay’s cheek and see him lean into your hand slightly, no matter how tense he is with you he can never stop himself from giving into your touch. “We best get going, I’ve got to see a man about a new boyfriend” you tease causing Jay to regain himself and straighten up “I dare you Y/N. I dare you to put on your little act as best you can because you know I’ll be watching and ready to remind you who you belong to when we’re alone” he threatens and you feel as though your legs could give way out of the weakness he causes you. You know him too well to know these weren’t empty threats and you were now set on going above and beyond to make him jealous “Enjoy the show, baby.”

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After popular demand, Part 2 to this is now up!

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Jealous! Leon Headcanons

jealous champion hcs are back, now in purple-haired himbo flavour!

the requester wanted solely nsfw hcs, but i decided to do sfw ones as well, since i thought it would be interesting.

this is just leon being a lil grumpy and jelly, nothing too serious or dire. Mild references to sex, yall know the drill by now homies

nsfw part 2 here

Enjoy!

One would think Leon would have no need to be jealous

After all, he’s the most enviable man in the entire Galar region

If not the world

People either want to be him

Be with him

Or both

Even Steven Stone is envious of him

THE silver haired dreamboat himself!

However

One would be extremely incorrect

As his partner, you found this out first hand

Leon is uber-competitive

Vain and insecure in equal measure

Fiercely protective too

Maybe even a little feral 👀

So jealousy comes so easily to him

Luckily, since he’s such a chipper and kind chap

He doesn’t really get angry or mean

Just clingy and a little grumpy

Basically anything can set him off

Cashier being a little too smiley with you?

Suddenly, he’s pulling out his sleek, exclusive, league-issued, black credit card to pay for your two pints of milk and some discounted gum

A compliment by some old school crush on your latest photo?

Surprise, surprise, he insists the next picture you post is of you two snuggled up and kissing

A random guy lifting weights, minding his own business, at the gym in a tank top, while you two are there to exercise together?

His shirt is off in less than a second, before you know it he’s benching twice his weight next to the dude

Who btw, is very confused and bewildered as to why the champion is 1. shirtless and 2. working out right by him

You telling him a funny story from your job about a colleague he’s never met?

Very quickly the subject is changed as he scoops you up for some cuddling

And bonking

He can be so petty, it’s kind of adorable and amusing

While usually he keeps PDA pretty light

Due to his approachable, family-friendly image

Expect a tighter grip on your hip

And to be pulled flush against him

Maybe even a steamy kiss or too if he’s feeling particularly threatened

When he spots a potential love rival around

He’s constantly finding ways to show the world you’re his

Even though the press and most people know you solely as the champion’s sweetheart

It’s mainly though having you wear his clothes

not his ugly champion uniform, thank arceus

You thought you were being sly and sneaky by “forgetting” to give his hoodie back after hanging out one day

That was his plan all along

You were playing draughts while he was playing 4D chess

He thinks you look so cute in his shirts and jumpers

Plus, you say they smell like him and make you feel like he’s always hugging you

Not only is that totally, heart-meltingly adorable to him

It’s a total confidence boost!

Something similar happens when you wear his merch

Seeing you proudly rep him really makes him smile

Especially when you wear it to his matches!

Naturally, he likes to mark your skin too

Via love-bites and the like

But that’s more for him to relish in than for anyone else

Besides, you usually have those areas covered up by your clothing anyways

Since Leon gets jealous pretty easily

And pretty obviously

Raihan loves to take advantage of this and mess with his bestie

By being flirty and taking a lot of selfies with you

Of course, you know what he’s up to, but you humour him for a bit

Watching Leon’s cute pout become increasingly more pronounced the whole time

Until he blurts out some half-baked excuse and whisks you away

To remind you that you’re dating the champion

And not someone who’s lost to him every time they’ve fought

Oh, and he reminds you with his dick, just fyi

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I just discovered your blog, and I'm in LOVE with your writing! I'm completely obsessed with Familiar, so if it's not to much to ask, could you write a continuation? Thank you so much, your snippets and prompts are greatly appreciated!!

Familiar - Pt 2

First part here

On a scale of one to ten, this was either a -2 or a 12 on the good idea scale. Hero double-checked the address Villain had sent her before looking back at the tiny house. The paint was peeling, steps were rotting and that roof was definitely of the leaking sort. Somehow, she had expected Villain to live on the rich side of town.

When he had invited her over to work on their assignment, her thoughts had been torn between screaming trap and find some evidence. The second side won. If there wasn’t anything in there to prove who Villain really was… Well, she’d have to find another way of getting proof to show the authorities. She knocked and noted the cracked windows to her side. After a few seconds, Villain opened the door.

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it. Come on in.” He led her down the musty hall towards a suspiciously normal bedroom. “Thanks again for making the trek all the way over here. My mom hasn’t been doing too well recently, and I’m trying not to leave her alone for too long.”

“Of course, I get it.” Hero let her eyes trail over the spartan room. The only furniture was a bed and two chairs beside a fold-up table covered with books and scribblers. Funny, the number of times Villain escaped from her with stolen cash made her think he’d at least have better furniture. Or a safe to put the money in. Maybe it was hiding in the closet? Although in this neighbourhood, keeping money lying around might not be the brightest idea. “It’s good that you’re taking care of her.”

He nodded, avoiding her gaze and moving his stuff from the table to the floor. “Hopefully, this next surgery will be the one that works.”

“Yeah, it’s tough watching people you love go through painful things. My sister has a heart problem right now, and it’s terrifying to watch her energy come and go.” Shut up! Stop telling him personal things. “Yeah.” She finished lamely.

Their gazes locked in understanding. Hero was the first to break away. “Ready to start the pain?”

They worked on the assignment in silence for a while. Honestly, there was probably a special punishment designed for whoever invented assignments over ten pages long. This just wasn’t fair. Hero sat back, running a hand through her hair. “I think this is karma's way of punishing me for not reading the textbook.”

His lips quirked. “There’s a textbook for this class? That would’ve been helpful to know at the start of the semester.”

“Want to know how tired I was at the beginning of the semester? I can’t even remember choosing my classes,” she pulled a hand down her face. “I think I just closed my eyes and pointed at the screen.”

“You could have been in differential calculus. Or worse, accounting.”

“Or Phys Ed. Did you know our university has a course devoted to badminton?”

Villain laughed. “What a racket. To think, I could have spent time swinging my arm around and gotten credit for it.”

“But then you’d be missing out on the glories of this assignment.”

“And a friend.”

Oh nope. Big nope. Wait, Hero reconsidered. Were they friends?  They did chat after class and had studied a few times together, but that didn’t mean- wait. Huh. Time to deflect with awkward humour and process these feelings later. “I thought you saw me as a role model, but that’s cool too. I’ll just have to find a new lackey.”

“And here I thought you were friends with me for my brilliance and good looks.”

She felt her cheeks begin to burn. “Yep, it’s all for your looks. If you seduce our professor, then we don’t have to do this assignment anymore.”

Villain rubbed his chin. “I’ve never seduced a professor before. Would I have to wear a sweater vest?”

“And a tweed jacket. It’s the only way.” Her fingers twitched, and she was suddenly very aware of him. The light hitting his hair, the way his lips curled when he was amused… Bad, very bad. This is your official ABORT MISSION alert. Find some evidence on the dangerous criminal and get out of there. She cleared her throat. “I’m parched. Could I get some water?”

Villain nodded, standing and leaving the room. Hero leapt out of the chair the moment the door shut behind him.  Her eyes latched on the only place one could hide anything in the sparse room - the closet. She yanked it open, feeling her heart speed up at the sound of Villain opening a cupboard in the kitchen and turning on the tap.

The closet was small and impressively dull. Clothes and boxes littered the tiny  shelves, with no signs of the files or weapons she was looking for. A flap of a familiar fabric dangling from one of the top boxes caught her eye. Bingo. Hero gingerly reached to feel the consistency, making sure she wasn’t wrong before bringing the authorities in, and accidentally bumped an elbow against the side of the closet. The box plummeted from its precarious placement and met the ground with a thump. No! She scrambled to pick up the box and the spilled-out uniform when a movement behind made her pause.

Villain stood in the doorway, hand clenched around a glass of water. His eyes darted to the clothes on the ground. “What are you doing?” he asked quietly.

Hero’s throat went dry. She tightened her grip on the clothes and tried to look surprised. “S-something fell in your closet, so I opened it to check what it was.”

“Huh,” Villain said. “That’s unfortunate.”

He knelt, gently taking his outfit from her hands and placing it back in the box. “You weren’t supposed to see this.”

“Clearly.”  Hero swallowed and prepared to run if he attacked. Worst case scenario, she had beat him before and could do it again. Theoretically. “I didn’t mean to-“

“I know.” A familiar calculation crept across his face, making her hands shake. Villain sat across from her and blocked the only exit, placing the cup of water between them. She felt trapped against the closet.

“You know, if this had happened a month ago, I would have killed you without a second thought,” he said mildly. “Guess you’re lucky.”

A horrifying reminder that she was not dealing with her awkward classmate anymore. “What are you going to do instead?”

Villain shrugged, seeming far too calm for the situation. “I don’t know yet. Talk, I guess?”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Hero said, lying through her teeth.

“Unfortunately, I’m too old to believe the promises of others so easily.” He trailed his fingers through the thin carpet, tracing patterns through the material. “Even yours. The stakes are just too high.”

“What’s even worth all the stealing and destruction?” she asked quietly. “Why do you do it? “

The  fingers paused. “It started out as one job. My mom needed treatment, and we didn’t have the money to pay for it. Then one treatment turned into two.” He shook his head. “Before I knew it, I was on the city’s most-wanted list.”

Her shoulders tensed. “Will you stop when the treatments are finished?”

“There have been other benefits to criminal activity.” Villain ducked his head, cheeks turning pink. “Lots of amazing people to meet. I haven’t decided yet.”

She leaned against the wall beside the closet, feeling safer with something solid against her back. “I don’t know if meeting people through crime is worth a lifetime in jail.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “You’d be surprised.”

Hero picked up the forgotten water sitting between them and drank, if nothing else than for the excuse to avoid responding.

His fingers trailed larger patterns in the carpet. “I never wanted you to find out- this is one of the first friendships I’ve made since I started university. I don’t want to lose that. And I don’t want you getting hurt, but this does put me in a tight position. I won’t let you inform the authorities.”

Hero pressed her back further against the wall.

Villain took one look at her wide eyes and softened his tone. “Just don’t tell. If I get one inkling that you’re about to turn me in, then..." he sighed. "Please don’t make me choose between you and my mom.”

He would know it was her. Hero didn’t think she could after this. Or fight him, knowing it was for his mom’s medical bills. She pursed her lips, making a highly regrettable split-second decision. “Alright. But only on one condition: you stop once her treatments are done.”

He twitched. “I told you, I haven’t decided yet-”

“I’m making the decision for you.” She tried to sound more confident than she felt. "Deals are much easier to trust than promises.”

“No. I’d miss-” Villain stopped, clenching his jaw. “I can’t let certain people from that life go yet.”

Something clicked. The girl he liked was from his criminal life… Oh gosh, Hero probably knew her. The brunette villain from the southside? The redheaded weapons supplier? Stop getting distracted.

“I trust you. Give it up as soon as you can.” The words slipped out before she could stop them. “For me.” That was even worse. Was it possible to die from a foot in your mouth?

Villain relaxed his shoulders. “Yeah. It’s a deal.” He stuck out a hand and Hero grasped it, shaking firmly and ignoring the sinking feeling in her chest. So like, a 5 on the good idea scale.

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seijoh 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 week 2

this week, we’re recommending our favourite seijoh fics again! (since your friendly fic rec guide ended up selecting all Oikawa fics last week whoops!)

as always let us know if you don’t want to be tagged or to have your fic here!

(credit to the lovely lin from @violetsoju​ for her recommendations, truly inspired choices!)

title: go fish

author: @wackatoshi​

summary: (time-skip) is there anything more ironic than attending a wedding with the girl you’ve been pining for all your life? hanamaki thinks this is the height of embarrassment, but he’d do anything for you.

review: the premise of this fic is so simple - a man pining after the woman he’s loved his whole life, who finally gains the courage to confess to her with the help of a sassy flower girl and the game of fish. but it’s beautiful in its very simplicity, there’s intimacy in every word and interaction. i’ll just leave you with my favourite paragraph - This is uncharted territory in your friendship, but somehow, it comes easily to you, much like everything else does with Makki. Whether it be talking, laughing, crying, or now, kissing, it always feels safe with him. His arms on your waist, your hands in his hair, lips locked and hearts in time — you can’t help but think about what a perfect, perfect combination this is.

title: the sun rises

author: @taiyaaki

summary: Post Breakup - What does the first meeting look like?

review: it’s amazing how despite the fact that Matsukawa (aka Mattsun) doesn’t get that much focus in the series, the author manages to make you feel as if you’re watching two fully fleshed out characters love and long and ache for each other over the breadth of their years with just under 4k words. i could gush on and on about each imagery and poetic phase (the opening image of ripping a bandaid off! the celestial imagery of the sun never forgetting the moon!) but the line that truly stayed with me is this - love lasts when its true.

title: a star is dying, but the universe won’t let it

author: @meraki-kintsukuroi

summary: you're burning out like a dying star but these hands that have loved you even long before will never let you go, even if it means getting burnt too

review: it’s so rare to find a Kindaichi fic, let alone one so well written, with lush celestial imagery (sorry, your friendly fic rec guide is a bit of a sucker for stars) and so much human empathy. and better yet, the author, in just a few words, manages to make you consider Kindaichi’s relationship with his teammates - Oikawa, the grand king he’s served for three years, Kageyama, the tyrant he hated but later realises is only human, his teammates, his universe.

title: ship in a bottle

author: @meijoh

summary: author did not provide one

review: it’s just a simple scene - you and Mattsukawa on a bike, riding down a steep hill, but the imagery and the rhythm of every word just immerses you in their world - one of love and silent understandings and golden sunshine and home. somehow it reminds me of the innocence and tenderness of the first flushes of young love.

title: What could you be

author: blessings (on ao3)

summary: For a guy who tries to avoid making friends as much as humanly possible, Kyoutani Kentarou has managed to pick up a really weird, really annoying, really loud one.

review: look - usually i only include tumblr fics, but this Kyoutani - Tanaka friendship fic just had to be included, no questions asked. the humour in this? top notch. the build up of their friendship (with cameos from saeko)? completely realistic and heartwarming. every scene feels lived - when yahaba teases kyoutani for making friends with the karasuno ace (after the 3rd years graduate), when kyoutani’s dog betrays him by giving tanaka snuggles. ack i love it far far far too much.

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