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exceptionaladagency · 2 years

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7 Proven Dental Digital Marketing Strategies to generate guaranteed Patients Enquiries (Latest Edition 2022 )

Where to start with a new patient acquisition? What’s the best way to get them in the door? Is it visibility in the search engines or in building your social media following? What about that ad budget you’re not sure what to do with?

Are these questions pondering your mind? It is a relatively fast-paced field, with no room for the mistakes that may occur in traditional marketing methods.

With people having shorter attention spans than ever before (you can’t saturate the market with too many advertising campaigns), your digital marketing campaign needs to be very persuasive and compelling.

We did all the research for you and devised a plan for this 7-step digital marketing for dentists.

Let’s dive in.

7 Proven Dental Digital Marketing Strategies to generate guaranteed Patients Enquiries

1. Hyper Local SEO

Hyper-local SEO is optimizing your dental website for a specific location and is the best digital marketing for dentists. This can be accomplished by including the name of your city and state in your site’s title tag, keywords and descriptions. It helps you to conquer the search results if people in your local area search for a dentist on the search engine.

If you’re unsure which strategy will work best for you, it’s always a good idea to consult a dental digital marketing agency before getting started. When ranking in Google local service ads results, keywords are essential, but they’re not everything. Dental SEO is usually what makes the most significant difference for dentists. A dental digital marketing agency will help you choose the best that fits your needs.

2. Reputation Management

Reputation management is an integral part of digital marketing for dentists; it helps you build credibility and trust among your patients. This will help them to make an informed choice about the services you provide, which can increase your business in the long term.

The most effective reputation management strategies target specific keywords related to dentistry or health care so that they appear as high up as possible on search results pages when people are looking for dentists like you.

An excellent digital reputation strategy should focus on driving traffic from Google’s local search results, which typically appear above organic listings on the first page of results and, often, higher than paid advertising! When you get in touch with the best dental digital marketing agency, you can make this complex thing a cakewalk.

3. Pay Per Click(PPC) Advertising

PPC campaigns are very effective and can help you convert visitors into patients. You don’t have to pay for the ads to display; instead, you only pay when someone clicks on them. That’s why it’s called Pay Per Click (PPC).

Often, dental PPC agency use to target potential patients based on their location, search history and other factors. When people search for what they need on Google or Bing, an advertisement will display above the organic results showing relevant keywords related to dental treatments that they are looking for. When a user clicks on these ads, they will be directed straight through to your website, where they can easily book their appointment!

4. Social Media Marketing (SMM)

Social Media Marketing (SMM) is a marketing strategy that uses social media platforms to create buzz, and brand awareness, build trust and increase patient retention.

The most important thing about SMM is to establish yourself as an expert by adding value to other people’s lives through the content you provide on your social media accounts. This helps build credibility and trust, leading to more enquiries from potential patients looking for a dentist like you!

5. Ad Retargeting

Retargeting is a powerful tool to increase sales and referrals. It can be used on any digital marketing channel such as Facebook, Instagram, or Google Ads. Retargeting can increase brand awareness and customer loyalty by showing ads to people who have previously visited your website.

The dental marketing agency uses cookies or pixels on the website itself to show ads from your business based on what visitors have already interacted with your brand(e.g., social networks). This helps ensure that only those interested in what you offer to see them – improving effectiveness and ROI and reducing costs per acquisition (CPA).

6. Stand Out from the Crowd

A unique selling proposition (USP) can help differentiate your practice from others. Your USP should be based on what makes you different from other dentists.

For example, if you are providing after-hours or emergency dental care, then this is something that will help you to stand out from the crowd. In light of recent increases in dental care costs, patients want to know that they are getting the best service for their money.

7. Focus On Getting Positive Reviews

Your dental reputation is the most important asset you have. It drives referrals, promotes your business, and brings in new patients. It’s been proven that a positive patient experience has more impact on revenue than any other factor!

Get reviews from patients who are happy with their service and would recommend you to others. When patients leave reviews about their experience with your practice, it’s a positive reflection on your business and can help you stand out from the competition.

According to BrightLocal’s local consumer survey, 91% of consumers between 18-34 believe online reviews as much as personal recommendations. So it’s better to have more reviews on your brand.

Conclusion

Ultimately, the key to dental digital marketing success is understanding that it’s not a one-size-fits-all solution. Each practice has unique needs and goals, so look at these strategies through that lens.

With the help of an excellent dental digital marketing agency, you’ll be able to develop a strategy that works for you. And don’t forget, investing in your marketing isn’t just about making more money—it can also help you attract new patients and keep them happy with their experience at your practice!

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader] SMUT

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 8: The Truth ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 2200>

Warnings: more angst and feelings! 18+ SMUT; unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), f receiving oral, fingering… very soft sex andddd a praise kink because it’s Din’s first time giving oral :’)

AN: Please reblog to spread this around! It’s not showing up in tags! i think i’m still semi-shadow banned:(

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Din didn’t say anything for a long time. He didn’t understand. Not the Manda’lor? How could that be possible? If you weren’t the Manda’lor, then... who were you? As if you were reading his thoughts, you closed your eyes and turned around so you were facing the brick wall behind you, and tried your very best to explain the truth. You had to at least make an attempt. You ignored the choked nervous knot in your throat. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

How could you ever even begin to explain this to him. You’d never spoken about what happened back on Mandalore to anyone. You’d kept it to yourself all this time. It was so painful. But you had to try.

“My mother was Duchess Satine Kryze, and I am, by technicality, the Princess of Mandalore. I always will be. When my mother died, fifteen years ago, I became heir to the throne. I became the Manda’lor, and... everything was fine. I had everything under control, and, dare I say, I was a good leader. Until one night, there was a planned attack by the Imperials on my city and they slaughtered everyone. They raided homes and killed children…” a single tear slipped down your cheek. “Moff Gideon came to see me. He wanted… the darksaber. So he had his troopers raid the palace and they found it. And once he wielded it, he became the rightful ruler of Mandalore. And, I still don’t have it back… I’ve-- I’ve never felt so helpless. And responsible for the murder of my people.”

You were crushed. You thought by admitting all of this, it would take the giant burden you’d been holding this entire time off your shoulders, but it didn’t. It only made you dread all the built up pain and anguish you had in your heart… for letting this happen and for lying to Din. You really had failed everyone around you, but most importantly, you’d failed yourself.

Bringing your hand to your wedding ring, you twiddled it around your finger and took a shaky exhale. “Din, I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I can leave, and you’ll never see me again. I promise you that much. But I will get the darksaber back and I will be the rightful ruler of Mandalore. These were my people he killed. He stole it from me. And I won’t let the Imperial’s take anymore than they already have. Not without a fight.”

Compiling all the remaining bravery left in you, you turned back around to face Din and opened your eyes.

And your heart stopped.

His eyes were big and brown and sad. He had short, shaggy brown hair and a light stubble which grazed his jaw. His pink lips were parted slightly as he looked at you with his own eyes. No visor modifying his vision of you. This was raw, and completely him. He’d taken off his helmet.

You tried to ask him why, but no words came out.

“So that’s why the Imperials were chasing after you?” His jaw ticked but Maker, his voice without the helmet was as soft as silk. Rich and velvety.

He was handsome too. More handsome than you could’ve ever even imagined. In a rugged way, not in your typical Prince of Mandalore way. But you liked it a lot.

“Yes,” you swallowed thickly. “Moff Gideon imprisoned me in the palace and he never wanted me to leave. He made me promise to never tell anyone that he had the darksaber, because no doubt, any Mandalorian who found out the truth would venture after him to try and reclaim it for themselves. I was forced to live this lie. But I had to do something. That’s when I sent out the distress signal to coverts around the galaxy. That’s when you came for me, and helped me escape.”

Din tried his hardest to process your words. It… made sense. His gaze fell from your face and he looked down at the ground. He looked so sad and your heart ached. If there was a way you could fix this, you were pretty sure you’d do anything. In that very moment, you didn’t even care about the Mandalorian throne or the darksaber. You just cared about Din.

“Din, I’m so sorry.” you began, preparing to fully beg for his forgiveness, but before you could say anymore, his lips came crashing into yours.

He didn’t have anything to say to you, really. He was just so enamoured by you, that he didn’t care. You could lie to him a million times over and he’d forgive you, because you were just too perfect. You were, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And he loved you.

He should be mad, he knew that much. But he couldn’t bring himself to hate you when all he could think about was just how beautiful your lips were. The entire time you were talking, he was fighting the urge to kiss you. Until finally, he just couldn’t resist anymore.

His mouth was soft and fit perfectly against yours. Your eyes snapped shut and a surprised moan fell from your lips as he took you in his arms and held you. You loved the way it felt… his hands on your body and caressing your skin. Was this… the first time he’d kissed? He was so passionate yet gentle, and Maker, you didn’t want it to end. He was absolutely gorgeous, and such an amazing kisser. When you thought he was going to break away, you raised your hands to his face and cupped his cheeks, swiping your tongue over his lower lip and signalling for him to continue the kiss. He did so, and you opened your mouth, granting him deeper access.

A minute or so later, when the both of you were practically gasping for breath, he pulled off you and rested his forehead against yours. If he was unsure about his feelings before, he knew for certain now.

“We’ll have to leave at dawn,” Din said eventually, huffing and looking into your eyes. His hands were still planted firmly on your hips and he nudged his nose against yours. “There’ll be less Imps around, the earlier we leave.”

You were baffled. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“We’re getting the darksaber back,” he confirmed. “You’re getting the darksaber back. You are the rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

You couldn’t believe it. He still wanted to help you, even after admitting to him that you’d been lying. He no longer had a duty to protect you, and yet he was doing this not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

“Are you sure?” you gasped, completely exasperated. “Are you sure you still want to help me?”

Din nodded his head wordlessly before kissing you again. “We should rest before our escape tomorrow,” Din breathed. “I have a room here.”

“Take me.” you begged, curling your body into his.

Din’s room at the covert was no different to the many other rooms that were habited by other Mandalorians. It was a small boxy room with a bed in the corner. At least it was a real bed though, and not Din’s poor excuse for a bed back on the Crest. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light, although it wasn’t bright whatsoever. It barely illuminated the room in this dull, amber colour, but it was just enough to cast your shadows on the wall.

You gulped, not tearing your eyes from him once. “I think you’re very handsome,” you blurted out, smiling when you noticed a rosy blush cross Din’s cheeks. “And I think it’s a real shame that you have to hide your face. I just know that those brown eyes could charm you out of trouble.”

Din chuckled nervously. “I think you’re very pretty too,” he said. “But you probably hear that a lot.”

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips once. “No.”

When Din kissed you, it felt like heaven. As the moment became more and more heated, both of you ended up undressing, and discarding your clothing and his armour into a pile on the floor.

Din carefully laid you down on his bed and hovered over you, planting kisses down your neck, along your collarbones and down your chest. He brought his hand over to your breasts and began with giving them a few experimental squeezes. He brushed his thumb over your hardening nipple and pinched it, earning a moan of pleasure from you.

Not taking his lips from yours, he dropped his hand down your body and to the hem of your panties, dipping his finger under the waistband and feeling just how wet you’d already become. He chuckled to himself, his thick and deft index finger tracing quick and tight circles across your clit. You arched your back into him, a foggy haze crossing your vision as he worked you into a complete state of euphoria.

You chanted his name like it was a prayer, caressing his biceps and holding onto him. After he drew out your first orgasm, he tapped on your thigh. You lifted up your ass so he could pull down your panties and take them off completely. You were an absolute sight to behold, there was no denying that. Your folds were slick with your arousal and Din done everything he could to contain himself. Licking his lips, he knelt down between your legs and began to lap his tongue around your bundle of nerves, even sucking occasionally on your sweet spot.

“Does-- does that feel good?” Din asked, briefly pausing just before you were about to cum again. Your legs were shaking with pleasure and Din just wanted to make sure you were alright. “I’m-- I’ve never done this before.” he confessed.

“Oral?” you asked breathlessly, rolling your head into the pillow.

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nibbling and pressing lovebites into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Never took off my helmet.”

You moaned something incoherent when the curve of his nose rubbed against your clit and you felt the warmth of his breath fan over your core.

“It’s good Din, so good,” you sighed longingly. “You’re doing so good. Please don’t stop.”

So Din kept at it until eventually you were a heaving, quivering mess, and he drove out your second orgasm. When he pulled away from you, a trail of his saliva pulled between your wet cunt and his lips, but he immediately licked himself clean and leaned over your body so he could kiss you again. The way you could taste yourself on his mouth felt so erotic.

You pulled his hard and leaking cock from the confines of his underwear and began to pump at his length. He was hot and heavy, and somehow, he was even better than you had imagined. Even as you stroked him, you yearned for him, and you could feel your cunt clench around nothing as you wished for him to fuck you already.

Din loved how you were a needy, squirming mess beneath him. He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his engorged tip inside of you, taking a few moments to allow you to adjust to his length. The wet noises as he thrusted into you were lewd and obscenely loud, and if you were with anyone else you might’ve felt embarrassed -- but as Din built up his rhythm and held on to your hips, you couldn’t even think straight enough to feel embarrassed.

“Din,” you cried out, letting your fingers curl in his brown locks of hair. “Oh Din.”

His own hips began to stutter and with a loud gasp, you felt his cock convulse inside of you and a spurt of his creamy hot seed rope your walls.

Din let himself soften inside of you as he caught his breath, eventually rolling off you and laying by your side. He wrapped his arms around you and spooned you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until eventually, you fell asleep in his arms.

“You will reclaim Mandalore,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I promise.”

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 2 years

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Cold Comfort

Fandom: P&P (Sick Fitzw/illiam Dar/cy)

AKA, a celebration of 200 followers! After taking a poll from this post, the winning prompt was “coffee emoji”/ frayed handkerchief + day three of a miserable head cold.

Prompt based heavily on this lovely post by @silklined! Also using prompt #3 (Sick after midterms) [by request] and #20 (Embroidered handkerchief) from this prompt list by @oh-no-my-hand-slipped

I really tried to do this prompt with OC’s, or with a different fandom. I bounced around several ideas and variations but this prompt just... didn’t work for me for anyone but Liz/zie and Dar/cy (as evidenced by the tags of my original reblog of the handkerchief post). Perhaps that’s why so many of you requested it? And I suppose it’s only fitting to do a P&P fic to celebrate a follower milestone, since if I’m known for anything around snzblr, it’s my P&P fics. (At least that’s my perception.) So, here is 3,000 words of a miserably sick regency gentleman and his lovely wife.

(Also I sprinkled the number 200 throughout this fic a few times as a little easter egg for myself for the future. Just in case anyone notices the pattern.)

Elizabeth's first Christmas in London as Mrs. Darcy had gone remarkably well. She and her husband had both been nervous of course, unsure how the social elite would accept her. After all, she was a perfect nobody until she was spotted in early December on the arm of a man who had previously been one of the most eligible bachelors in town. Yes, Fitzwilliam Darcy had finally found a match, and all the elegant, single females in London mourned. At first Lizzie had been addressed with cool civility at best and treated as an outsider among the London elite. However, her vivacious, charming personality and pleasant manners won them all over one by one. Add to that the adoring way her husband looked at her, and the attentive way she cared for him and anyone could plainly see they were a perfect match. After a month in town, with parties and balls and public outings almost every night, the whispers about her quieted. By the time they departed, she was generally accepted by all as a pleasant, albeit unorthodox addition to the elite set in London.

Naturally, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were more than glad to return to the Darcy estate in early January. However, Mr. Darcy returned with more than he left with, for he had picked up a nasty cold in the last days of the trip and brought it home with them. Lizzie thought it was a wonder he hadn't fallen ill sooner, with how anxious and careworn he had been leading up to the trip and through most of its duration. Socializing always put him on edge to begin with, but now he considered it his duty to worry about her as well. She had hardly seen his natural smile the entire month, except when they were alone, and she knew he was spent. The exhaustion was clear on his face all through the final days of the holiday season, and he had even dozed against the carriage wall on the journey home, which was most unlike him, snoring congestedly with his handkerchief clutched tight in hand.

Yet when they returned to Pemberley, he tried to get back to working immediately as if he'd had a month of rest. He allowed himself only one evening of relaxation. The next day he was up before the sun and before his wife, and she didn't see him again for most of the day. It could be assumed that he was running here and there all over the estate, looking over every corner and addressing the two hundred assorted problems that had cropped up in their absence. Even at luncheon he did not appear, as he was apparently dealing with an issue with some of the livestock. Lizzie didn't much mind. This was his usual habit after they had been away, and she had quite enough to attend to herself as the mistress of the estate. She only worried for his cold, for it had seemed to be getting the better of him the previous evening.

Therefore, when Elizabeth heard he was in his study late that afternoon, she went to look in on him and ask after his health. She expected to find him hunched over his desk with his brow furrowed and a pen in his hand, muttering over accounts or correspondence, likely with a handkerchief pressed to his nose. In actuality the sight she found was far more pitiful. Fitzwilliam Darcy, Master of Pemberley, had fallen fast asleep at his desk. His head was pillowed on one arm while the other arm rested in his lap, still holding a pen. He was breathing through parted lips, sounding thick and congested, and there was a phlegmy rumbling in his chest. His nose and lips were a raw, chapped cherry-red, almost matching his flushed face. In short, he was the picture of illness and clearly needed to be in bed.

Elizabeth moved to his side and began to gently run her fingernails over his back and shoulders to wake him. He began to sniffle and shift uncomfortably, finally opening his eyes a sliver. His gaze lighted on her immediately, and she saw recognition, but he did not smile.

"My love, you are ill. You must go to bed at once," she said, gentle but firm.

He did not protest but only grunted softly, almost in assent, and this more than anything spoke to how poorly he was feeling. He slowly raised his head, wincing as if from a headache. Before he could do more than that though, he was forced to bring his handkerchief to his face to sneeze:

"KKPPT'SHH! hihh'TIZSSH!" On the tail of the wet sneezes came a hoarse, ticklish cough. He had hardly regained his breath and begun to tend to his nose when the continued irritation caused him to sneeze again, which then caused him to cough again. With a groan he lay his head back down on the desk and closed his eyes. Once more the change in position caused him to cough.

"I cannot breathe," he mumbled, sniffling fruitlessly against blocked sinuses.

Elizabeth made a sympathetic sound, her brow furrowing. She pressed her palm against his forehead, confirming the fever she knew she would find. She then let the back of her hand rest against his neck. "Poor dear, you're so ill. Let's get you upstairs right away and see what can be done for you."

He nodded mutely, allowing her to grasp his elbow and help him stand. He swayed on his feet however, and seemed hardly awake, heavy-eyed and yawning as he was, so she wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. He leaned much of his weight against her gratefully, and together they made their way up to their rooms. He was swelteringly warm and sweaty, not to mention lethargic, hardly lifting his feet as he walked, sniffling or coughing or yawning every few moments. Elizabeth was reminded of the few times, especially over the past month, when he'd imbibed too much liquor over the course of an evening and she had to help him to bed in a similar fashion. She giggled to herself thinking of this.

"Could we sleep in your bed this evening?" he mumbled as they walked.

"Of course. But why, my love? We have slept in my room all of thrice this entire year we've been married."

"Your room is warmest," he rasped.

"An excellent point. It will be as you say."

When they arrived at Elizabeth's room moments later, the sick man made straight for the bed, falling into it with a miserable groan and a hacking cough. Elizabeth knelt at his feet, removing his boots and stockings. With a good deal of wheedling, she made him sit up so she could also help him out of the rest of his clothes and into his nightshirt. His limbs were limp and shaky as he changed, and his skin roared with heat. He hardly seemed able to hold his head up from exhaustion.

Of course the whole process was hampered by Mr. Darcy's frequent, wet sneezes, for the poor man's nose had been wreaking havoc on him for days. Ever since their last full day in London, he could hardly move his handkerchief from his face, for it was regularly needed to catch either an errant drip or an errant sneeze. However, his exhaustion was thus explained, for every ounce of his energy was devoted to these explosive, damp expulsions, and since he'd been sneezing for days, his stores of energy were depleted.

"Kkpptt-ttchsh'IEEWW! kzzxxt'CHOOF!" Catching yet another pair of sneezes in his handkerchief, he fell back against the pillows, blowing his nose. Elizabeth wondered how much more the square of linen could hold, for it was wringing wet to begin with.

"Let me fetch you another handkerchief," Eliza said pointedly, heading to his dressing room.

"I have no more," he mumbled, with hardly a discernible consonant to be heard. "They are all as soiled as this one or worse."

"Let me check to be sure. I'll be back in a moment."

In her husband's dressing room, it was the work of a moment to find the drawer where he usually kept his handkerchiefs, and at first glance it did appear to be empty. She reached her hand in to feel to the back to be sure, and her fingers found a lone linen square, shoved into the corner of the drawer. Drawing it out, she almost considered putting it back, for the thing was so old and worn it could hardly still be called a handkerchief, with the hemming and monogram all but gone, and little holes throughout from where the weft and warp had separated. Yet it was soft from many washings and appeared larger than the standard size, and somehow seemed to be exactly what was needed for her husband's terrible cold, so she grabbed it up and brought it to him.

"You had one left that I found. I hope it suits you," she said upon her return.

With apparent effort he opened his eyes. To her surprise, his eyes lit up upon seeing the handkerchief she was holding out to him. "I had forgotten about this one," he croaked fondly. "It will suit me perfectly." He took it from her with a grateful look, and proceeded to tend to his nose immediately, wiping and blowing, but more gently than he had all day.

As he was doing that, a knock on the door startled them both. One of the maids was standing outside with a steaming basin and a pile of rags, followed by a second maid with a tray of soup and bread, and a hot toddy. Elizabeth took their burdens, thanking them warmly, then shutting the door behind them.

"Are you hungry at all, dearest? I wonder whether you've eaten all day," Lizzie said, perching by his side to stroke the sweaty hair from his forehead.

"I haven't, but I couldn't. The thought of food rather turns my stomach. All I can taste is this foul sputum. And I fear I wouldn't be able to breathe at all if I tried to eat."

"I thought as much. I shall keep this warming here then, for later," she said, placing the tray by the fire. "And that is why I had these brought as well. We must try to loosen the congestion in your chest as well as your nose so you can better breathe." She soaked a rag in the steaming water, wrung it out, then placed it on his chest. The heat made him gasp, then groan in pleasure as it began to soak into his skin. He began to cough productively at once. Meanwhile, Elizabeth soaked and wrung another rag, pressing it against either side of his neck, back and forth. He seemed to enjoy the warmth immensely, moving his head here and there so she could better reach his tender glands.

"Try to breathe in the steam as much as you can. It's the only way to help your breathing," Eliza said as she tended to him.

Mr. Darcy did as he was told. They spent a good deal of time with this, rotating his wet rags again and again until the water had cooled too much to be of further help, but his breathing seemed somewhat improved at the end. By that time too, Mr. Darcy was finally hungry from the smell of the good stew wafting around the room, so Lizzie then helped him eat until he was satisfied, as well as thoroughly exhausted. Even his sneezes sounded weary as she cleared the tray.

"ttt'SSHHIEWW! ttt'SHOOOF!"

"How did you ever get so ill, darling?" Elizabeth asked as he blew his nose for what seemed like the thousandth time. "I never imagined a cold could be so violent."

Fitzwilliam smiled wanly, his eyes drooping more than ever. "I suppose it comes from attending two hundred gatherings in the span of a month."

Elizabeth nudged him fondly. "It was hardly that many, though at times it did feel so. I'll never remember every name I learned over the past month."

"I still haven't learnt them all," her husband mumbled around a massive yawn.

"Oh you poor, sick dear. Lie back and try to sleep. I'm done harassing you for the time being," Lizzie said, tidying up the bowls and rags from the sickbed area.

Fitzwilliam chuckled. "Yet your efforts have helped a great deal, so I will bear the harassment willingly. Thank you for everything. Especially for the handkerchief." He gestured to the frayed one she had found with another little smile. "I'm very fond of this one. I can't bear to part with it, for it's perfect for times like this."

"Well then I'm happy to have reunited you with it. Is there anything else you need at the moment?"

He caught her hand and kissed it. "Read to me?" he asked hopefully, with a little cough.

"Well I suppose if that's what you want," Lizzie giggled. "Though I wonder your reasoning, for I can't imagine you'll stay awake for more than a line or two."

"I need you near me. That is my reasoning. Your presence is the only remedy for this miserable cold."

"So you intend to hold me hostage, now I see," Lizzie giggled. "Still, your wish is my command, Mr. Darcy. One moment while I fetch the volume."

This was done quickly. Upon returning to the bedroom, Lizzie, knowing what her husband desired without him having to say it, settled herself on the bed at his side. He pressed himself against her and lay his head on her shoulder, with an arm draped across her abdomen. In the first days of their marriage she had learned that he loved to lay just so. It seemed to her that it would be terribly uncomfortable, but he insisted that nothing brought him more comfort. Many nights, especially when he was poorly in body or mind, he fell asleep thus, and she let him sleep there until she herself was ready to rest.

He spoke as she was finding the page they had been reading:

"I feel I must apologize in advance for the cold you're certain to catch from me," he said with a slushy sniffle.

She pressed her lips to his hot forehead. "Don't trouble yourself about that, for I can't imagine I could catch cold as violently as you have. A sniffle wouldn't bother me much, as long as you promise to show your sweet, tender side and look after me. And anyway, I'd catch cold two hundred times over if it meant you had some comfort. Now hush and rest your eyes, for you're hardly keeping them open as it is.

"As you say, dearest," he mumbled, drifting toward sleep immediately.

Lizzie began to read, and as she had predicted, she had hardly read three lines before her husband was snoring softly against her. Yet this was exactly what they both wanted, so she continued thus for half an hour more, letting her voice lull him into deeper and deeper slumber.

#sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever

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lilyrachelcassidy · 3 years

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Birthday Cake

A/N: Suprise folks!!! *me laughing maniacally* The whole scenery for this fic somehow appeared in my head and I just COULDN’T let it slip away, so... My biggest inspo for that was @drawlfoy!! Remember her posting the fic where Draco and Reader work at McDonald’s and are total suckers in their job (arguing with the customers; preparing wrong orders; etc.)? Dee unfortunately, deleted this precious, but it’s stuck to my head ever since (lol lol, it’s the moment where Dee wants to get rid of something, but I kindly remind everyone it existed). Therefore I present to you the next Draco x Reader fic related to our fav fast-food rest. This time, however, they’re not working at the same workplace but... I'm going to stop here cuz I don't want to spoiler :P

**The second thing that triggered me to write this fic is the YouTube video I recently saw with a lady who orders the 'specials' appearing to be out of the menu list of McDonald’s, through the Drive-Through. She asked for a birthday cake, was laughed at a few times, but eventually got what she wanted. Applause for the attitude!!

About the fic (context, my bitches): ofc it’s the modern AU, non-magical world. Draco’s the worst boyfriend ever but always manages to turn things into their righteous place.

Summary: The birthday is upcoming, and Draco is in a rush to think up an idea for a perfect gift. His ingenuity fails, however, and leaves Y/N very unsatisfied with a disaster that has been forged.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: my brain playing a total psycho, language, alcohol, sexual undertones/allusions to sex, Pansy being too much of her self... deal...

Tags: @drawlfoy @eltanin-malfoy

Such an unrestrained desire to strangle somebody you hadn't felt in a long time.

Really.

Today was your birthday, which you had been widely announcing for almost a whole month to people you might have accidentally forgotten about it. Having your boyfriend, Draco, on your mind in particular.

You doubted he would have the guts to omit your big day, though as repeatedly as he had done for a few years back. But something between foresight and the second sense of prevention told you to keep reminding him every day of the upcoming event, with a heap of birthday-themed emojis and uppercases in the messages.

Everything was planned out in your head: him picking you up from your house with the sharp-red cabriolet that he used only for special occasions; him driving the two of you to the fanciest restaurant he could find in town; him bestowing you with a nice-looking, golden necklace or a different piece of jewelry you had been suggestively pointing out in the store's exhibition; him booking up a hotel room for you two to celebrate.

Either way, that was much beyond your expectations, as it turned out. And now you were sitting in the front yard of your house, waiting for him to show up.

'If he was going to at all.' This thought invaded your mind for the last hour, try as might to subdue it. An hour you had been sitting tight, hoping it was only a delay caused by a traffic jam or other irrational explanation he could come up with. But you were deceiving yourself, you eventually presumed -- you had been checking up your phone every one minute, only to see if any message notification popped up on the screen, other than birthday wishes from friends who actually cared for you.

2.02pm: Nothing.

2.03pm: Susan 'Happy birthday bitch!'

2.04pm: Instagram notif. (Someone liked your photo, which you had posted before leaving your room, posing in front of the mirror in the best cocktail dress you could find in the wardrobe.)

2.05pm: Nothing yet again.

2.06pm: Still... Peace and quiet.

"Fuck it...Enough," you muttered under your breath, an annoying disillusionment falling like a heavy mile stone on your chest. Tears suddenly started sprinkling in your eyes at the regret, and you were very reluctant to admit that your friends were right -- Draco Malfoy was an egoistic, negligent, self-absorbed pri--

"Hi." You heard the raspy, panting voice says. "Sorry for the delay."

You blinked slowly, stupidly. You raised your head to assure yourself it was him. That his expression actually corresponded to his words and showed some kind of remorse for standing you up. But no... There he was: standing in front of you, plainly confident and unashamed, with his cocky smirk provoking you to slap him.

Oh, how much you craved to slap him right now. "Where to the fuck have you been?"

"I've tried to pick this up," he explained, simultaneously lifting up the paper bag he'd been carrying in his hand. The big, exclaiming letters 'McDonald's' with the brand's logo were printed on its exterior, and it was fully stuffed with something inside.

Not quite comprehending, you furrowed. You attempted to hide the venom in your voice, but somehow it found its way to leak out. "Couldn't you do that in advance?"

"Nope..." It was his turn to furrow, looking almost shocked with the question. And thanks to all those years of your relationship, you knew it was his piss-poor estimation of time taking over. "It was a last-minute surprise."

"Sounds like it," you commented irritably. "What's that?"

"Your birthday present, sunshine," he drawled happily, ignoring your remark. He sounded positively delighted and satisfied with himself at surprising you with that because he saw a slight crease of shock painting on your forehead. "Here you go."

You took his deposit out of his grasp, still quite unsure. What if his gift would only make a situation worse? Can it get any worse with Draco's total lack of tact? Yes. But it was only one way to find out.

Without even stealing a second glance at him, you ripped off all of the packaging that had been folded around, protecting the contents. You tried to do it carefully and without any impact of emotions revealing the way you felt inside, but your hands were shaking with rage, and you couldn't quite contain yourself. You had been highly aware you shouldn't have expected much from him, but still...

You wondered if the universe was playing against you.

There was a moment of tense silence as you struggled to deal with all the wrappings. Rather unfortunately, you wished you hadn't put so much effort in opening your so-called 'gift' because as you finally did, it only angered you more, seeing as the disappointment laughs at your face. And yes, as a matter of fact, the universe was against you today...

"Are you kidding me?" you asked in disbelief, fury reappearing in your eyes. "A birthday cake?! From McDonald's?" Ugly, little cake with the creepiest smiley face of a clown. It wasn't even fresh, you realized, when you smelled it and felt a musty reek of a freezer, it probably had been kept in. A confusing sense of sadness in your chest couldn't reach any higher at this point.

"Don't you like it?" he asked, detecting the wrath in your eyes. At that, you felt the dumbest urge to laugh and never stop. "I thought it'd be something original."

"Oh, I love it," you said sarcastically, a faint voice of hope telling you it was only a very bad joke was still lingering in your head. But it wasn't a joke.

"It's not just--" He struggled to form a coherent sentence. "I've been asking Blaise and Theo about any ideas. I told them, what you had said to me -- 'you didn't want anything fancy.' So we decided it's... something."

"Of course I didn't tell you I want anything, you dolt!" Your voice raised up almost two octaves, and the pulse sped up so fast it entailed a headache along. A neighbor from the opposite garden who was watering the flowers looked at you, startled, and eyes widened your exasperated tone. You didn’t care. "It's how it works: you don't tell other people you expect them to buy something!"

"But I'm your boyfriend. You shouldn't -- er-- feel uncomfortable to tell..."

"Exactly! As my boyfriend, you should have known!"

"Well... I didn't. If that's what's bothering you, we can...we can..."

"Stop." Listening to him and his pathetic excuses was the last thing you were going to do now. "What – why would you even – " You sputtered out, unable to process or express exactly what you were feeling. There was definitely anger and indignation. Curiosity, for another, as to why Draco would even fall for such foolish and ill-considered idea, and -- to the top of it -- hope it would make a good fit. And possibly, the last and most satisfying part, was the wicked impulse to throw the cake directly into his arrogant face, letting him taste his own medicine he had been serving you for years on each failed birthday.

"You know, for once, you could pay more effort and try doing something nice for me," you told him firmly, deflating to calm down your buzzing nerves.

"I've been tr--"

"Do you realize how much it costs me to pretend to be happy when you forget about me? Last year, I organized a big-ass party for your birthday, inviting over all of your friends and buying the best booze I could find to celebrate it properly," you said harshly and pretentiously, as you intended. "The best part is, you didn't even thank me." You stared at him, wringing your hands and expecting to perceive any trope of shame in his eyes. For the first time, you actually did.

"Listen, about that--" he calmly attempted to cut off your monologue.

"No, you listen..." Did you really want what was upcoming next? Maybe it was about time. "Today, I decided I'm standing up for myself. So, for the last time, get out from my porch."

He bristled, the thunderstruck air hanging around him. "Because of the stupid cake?"

"What?! No! It's just... I feel like you don't give a damn about me anymore." Gulp formed in your throat, and the tears finally left your eyes at the consciousness of what was happening. "I think we both deserve some time."

Your eyes moved to his, and you almost wished you hadn't looked. He was watching you, with pursed lips and a pure mixture of every emotion: anger, sadness, resentment, pretension, dejection. The faintest of his flustered blushes appeared on his cheeks, and you suddenly wished you could hug him. "So you are putting us..." His finger pointed at him and you as if expecting clarification. "...on a break? Is that what it is?"

You were truly torn, to be honest. Becoming single on your birthday was the last wish you had for this day, but you felt a strong sense of adequacy and pride for building up the boundaries of tolerance. Besides, seeing as it was heading nowhere, it was only a matter of time that your relationship came to an end.

Although, it hurt. A lot. "Yes."

You darted your eyes from him, not wanting to study his reaction in case it caused you to meltdown and jump to his embrace, apologizing endlessly for your words. You loved him. But you didn't regret what you had just said.

Something like a dry chuckle of disbelief escaped out of his mouth. "Is that what you really want?"

'No,' your thoughts prompted you instantly before you could even contemplate. 'I want you to say so many things you're never willing to say. But you don't know.'

So instead, you lied: "Yes."

All expressed, you spun around without peeking back and rushed into your room, already knowing there was no more sense in strives to make this day any better; all of it would bring only bad associations. It would be depressing, even more than it already was.

God, was it how the break-up pained? Because if so, you wanted to be deceased. The world spun suddenly, and you sank to your knees, shaking madly and doing your best to find your way back to your bed, located a few mere meters from you. Part of you felt numb, but your head was wide awake and alarming you that something in terms of a disaster had just happened. Because it did. The clutching in your chest was unbearable, and tears were dashing out of your eyes like a living waterfall, which made you bury your face in your hands. Never have you ever wanted to be so drunk before.

And so many questions rung up in your head at once.

Did you make a good decision? What if you are going to miss him, yet knowing you could never call? What about college -- are things about to get awkward?

No answers.

But you knew someone who would be able to reply to them.

With the blurred by tears vision, you struggled but managed to find your phone in the purse, and then clumsily scrolled through and tapped in your list of contacts before holding the phone to your ear.

Please answer, you begged. Please, please…

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Pansy's voice roared from the other side of a line, as always, enthusiastic.

"Pansy." You tried to sound less brokenly than you were, feeling marginally worse at the reminder of your birthday. "Is Daphne around?"

"Ouch, you're a really nasty bitch sometimes, you know. I'm not goin' to point out today, but since you didn't let me end my wishes, I'll note that for the future reference." You were sure she was grinning at the teasing, seeing as much as she liked that. Normally, you wouldn't mind, but... "How--"

"Pansy, please..." you sobbed out, almost desperate to have someone to consult and share emotions with. Daphne -- contrary to Pansy, who could be very judgy sometimes -- was someone you had especially on mind now. "I need to talk to her."

You heard her sigh; the kind of sigh she used to either prove her resignation or concern. But, as much as it surprised you, she suppressed her curiosity and, without a second word, obediently handed the phone over to Daphne. At least, that's what you assumed because you heard a pause and subdued mutters in the background.

"Y/N?" the milder tone spoke up, and you felt suddenly very strange as if submerged in water of relief; relief to hear the familiar voice. That released you from keeping a distant attitude, and yet again, a sadness washed over you, triggering a loud wail to come out of your mouth. "Y/N, is everything alright?"

"No..." you sniveled, unable to collect yourself together. "I-I... We br-brok-e up."

"You and Draco?" Daphne asked, astonishment evident.

You nodded but then remembered she couldn't see you nor read your expression. So instead, you forced your vocal cords to work again. "Mhm..."

"What happened?"

Restoring the story in your brain again, you told her everything, still tearfully but much more coherently this time. You avoided the details, briefly skipping from one utterance to another, as your conversations had gone, and you were very much thankful she didn't press for more information about the prospect of the situation. If it hadn't been her sporadic gasps or loud inhales of breath, you would have almost presumed she wasn't listening. However, she was, and as soon turned out, Pansy was as well.

"That's bananas!" Pansy shouted somewhere from the back as you had ended, and despite your gloom, you giggled quietly at her comment.

"Shush," Daphne tried to silence her, covering up the fact she had put you on the speaker. You didn't mind because you knew Pansy, who would definitely expect Daphne to cite the whole conversation if needed. But knowing Daphne as well, you could bet she flushed more than she would want to at that point. "So it all started because of the cake?"

"And the delay," you added. "But it's not just about that, obviously. It feels like... he completely stopped caring. And I don't want to be stuck in a relationship where everything is about sex and having fun only. Draco wasn't looking for a commitment, which..."

"Sucks,"ended this time Pansy unhesitatingly, who wasn't now screaming from the other part of a room but openly participating in the discussion.

"Yeah," you agreed.

"As for me, I think he might love you more than you know, Y/N." It was Daphne talking again, and she sounded positively convinced about her view as for someone who had hardly exchanged any word with Draco for the past few years. As if reading your thoughts, she continued. "I've observed you a lot. I know he might seem unemotional, but it's you who discovered him. That must require a lot of trust, you know."

You contemplated, and some of the memories and images from your first encounter run across your brain, try as might to suppress it: spotting each other at the party; binging some whisky shots together; flirty teasing; the very masculine scent of cologne; and then... more spicy recollections -- eager lips pressing against each other; against each others' necks; against other parts of the body; stripping off the clothes in the passionate haste...

Receiving a long moment of silence, Daphne took a second chance and asked. "And what's with you? Do you want to end it?"

It felt like standing before the oracle of truth. Therefore, you couldn't deny it in front of yourself. "No."

"So what're you still doing there?" commented Pansy impatiently, and you could imagine her rolling the eyes. "Get out and find him!"

She was right. You will.

XOXOXOXO

"I thought I'd find you here..."

No. Actually, you didn't.

You had tracked Draco's phone with your own one with some help of an app that, as the two of you had established still in the relationship, would be a good idea in case of an emergency. That in itself proved to be more than helpful, believing that your argument may be pinned as something in terms of an emergency, right?

So having access to his location, you had found out he was in the park where he had taken you on the first date, shortly after dinner, to watch the sunset that, as he had described, 'was a typical cliche from every romantic movie.'

But you had fallen for that. So much.

You hadn't been aware the place had actually some meaning for him until now, and that... God, that he had even remembered it. Time showed, however, that it indeed did, to which your heart reacted with a happy jolting. But also with a nasty sting of nostalgia following shortly after.

Yet, that only had encouraged you to make up your mind and go looking for him, which hadn't been such a difficult task per se. He was sitting on the bench, in the shade of a tree, and hiding his a little too delicate skin from the sun rays. As soon as he had heard your voice, his gray eyes flew up to see you standing a few meters away.

"What are you doing here?" was the immediate question that tumbled out of his mouth. He arched his eyebrow, and to your surprise, he didn't even look angry or sad with you. Nothing near the edge; actually, almost something like the amusement was painting on his face.

"Aren't you mad with me?" you asked intrigued, completely forgetting about his question.

He frowned. "Why would I be?" His tone was so mild that you weren't sure if he was referring to the double meaning; but then he smirked playfully and said, "Besides, I knew you were coming."

"Wha-- How?" you asked, eyes dilating a fraction, in shock.

He smirked, pointing at his phone in an explanatory manner. After a moment, you finally figured out what he meant: the app must have registered he had been tracked and that your phone was trying to find his. At this notice, you reacted with a wave of flush, suddenly regretting your previous lie. His smile only widened at your expression. "Wanna sit? It's plenty of room here."

"Mhm..." You nodded, pleased to accept his offer, and walked over to the bench, doing your best to hide the evident embarrassment on your face. You felt strange he had taken you with such ease, seeing as merely two or three hours ago, you had burst at him like a cram-full volcano of unspoken emotions.

Draco shifted a package from his side, making more space for you to sit, and it took you a moment to realize it was a McDonald's cake from earlier. Everything started from that -- a stupid, little piece of cake which stood up between...

You shook the thought away, taking a seat next to him, close enough to smell his sandalwood cologne. "You didn't answer my question," Draco reminded you. "What's so important to make you track my phone?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" You rounded your face to him, flustrated, leaning at the backrest of a bench. "That's why I came. I wanted to apologize."

"Oh... Couldn't you call?"

You sighed. "I figured you wouldn't want to talk to me after...you know... our quarrel," you said half-despondent, half-desperate, watching your feet as if it were the most interesting thing to peer at now. "I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"I know," he said. Out of nowhere, he was gently grasping your palms which forced you to look up directly into his intense gaze. His eyes were swirling like molten silver at you. "But I should be apologizing, love. I made a mistake, okay?" His hands traveled all across to your tense shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "I know I should be more... affectionate with you. And this was...dumb. A dumb mistake. With that cake. But I'll try to be better if you give it another shot."

He looked so serious that you instantly believed him. You wanted to actually, with all force of longing, which grew up too rapidly in you when he wasn't around. Draco was a fool, you could easily say. But he was your fool, which was a thing you couldn't be more proud of.

Peeking slowly in the other direction, you asked, out of the topic, "You remembered the place?"

"Of course," he puffed jokingly, smiling. "Our first date. Officially our place from then on."

"Right..." You smiled back.

Honestly, the mere fact that he had called this spot 'yours' warmed up your heart, and you felt yourself grinning at his never-before-discovered emotionality. To assure yourself you weren't the only one caring, it was all you needed to hear.

The whole moment was intense, and now, you realized, is when you should have hugged him. Kissed him. Said something back at his sincere endearment.

But instead, spotting plastic cutlery next to your 'gift', you asked, "So what's the taste of the birthday cake?"

And you knew he had caught the subtext of your playful inquiry. And you knew that soon you would work things out again. But, as for now...

"I thought you would never ask."

XOXOXOXO

A/N: Looooooool. Such a drama-comedy, right? And I could easily say It feels like 50% Draco-x-Reader / 50% Draco-x-BirthdayCake... But whatever (2am is working like a drunken bud, folks). Happy beginning of August :)

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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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hi! it’s me the questioning anon again!

please if you ever get uncomfortable with these in your inbox or you’d rather answer them in dms, whatever please tell me 🤎

i guess i have another question: did you instantly feel comfortable with your label and feel like “oh that’s it”. because i also identify as bi and as you said that was easy for me. i heard about and was like oh that’s me.

but now that i’m considering if i might be asexual or aromantic or maybe both? i don’t feel comfortable with that label.

i’m unsure if it just takes more time or if i’m just sad because i don’t “fit in” in that way and that’s what makes me uncomfortable.

like always feel free to answer with whatever you want to 🤎

hi darling!

i definitely did not feel instantly comfortable.

I originally read about aromanticism on tumblr and was like ' some of that super sounds like me but i cant be aro lmao' but like it was enough to make me keep thinking about it even after i dismissed the idea. i used to get home from work and google 'aromantic' and pick one of the sites and read through things like i was trying to prove that it didn't fit me for XYZ y'know. I was constantly on the look out for a quiz that could confirm that I couldn't be aro for whatever reason. But of course a quiz can't tell you who you are (and all the ones i found wanted to know about previous romantic relationships of which i had none so they were super unhelpful anyway).

It took me at least a few months if not the better part of a year to sort of accept i was aspec. When i did i played around with a few different labels - greyro/lithro/demiro - but im personally not super big on microlables and i still felt really uncertain about where exactly i would fit, if at all, so i adopted questioning for a bit because it's so unspecific and then after a little while i switched to aro because it could be used as like a blanket term for basically the whole aro spectrum.

And it's similar with figuring out if I'm ace or not. Like I'm p sure i would probably be somewhere on the ace spectrum but i know some of my issues with sex come from other things like my anxiety but i don't know enough to work out which parts are which if that makes sense. So while i probably could call myself ace or at least ace-spec, I don't feel super comfortable doing so.

The thing is that while people have come up with all sorts of ways to name their experiences with romantic or sexual attraction, it is a spectrum and you're going to experience them differently to other people, even those at a similar part of the spectrum. So working out where you fit within these labels people have created to describe themselves can be tricky and uncomfortable and hard to think about.

But like I've said before, take your time and see what happens. Use whatever words feel best for you and change them as much as you want. If you feel comfortable with it you could also lurk around some aro/ace spaces (like tags on this site or youtube channels or forum pages), you don't have to interact with anyone but maybe reading what other a-spec people have to say would help you understand what you're feeling. And if you decide that neither ace nor aro are terms that fit, that is totally okay too! You might be bisexual and biromantic but feel sex/romance repulsed sometimes. sometimes people just don't enjoy those things even if they technically feel the attraction. sometimes there are traumas or events in someone's past that make it hard for them to be in romantic/sexual situations. there's a lot of different ways people exist on this spectrum and it can definitely take a while to feel comfortable with it or even just to work out what is effecting how you feel.

#questioning anon #as always i hope this helps #i also hope it makes sense #its like 11pm and i am very tired ksfjksjksjfldsld

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weyheyjxlya · 4 years

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Ｋｅｋｋｏｎ　バ花メ

*•.¸♡ pairing: kita shinsuke x reader *•.¸♡ genre: fluff | farmer!kita au *•.¸♡ a/n: made one out of simp nights hahaha father my children kita listen to the music linked in the lyrics while reading this hehe :3 forgot to tell u guys that kekkon is “marriage” in japanese (quite unsure HAHAHA)

“cause it's you that I dream of the one who gives me love you’re the one I always believed in you are the one who answers my question you’re my inspiration and it's you you’re the one I’m thinking of”

"How bout you marry into this family Y/N?" Kita's grandmother suggested as the two of you are making dinner while waiting for Kita and others finish up their business at the farm "You like it here dear, right?" added by your grandmother who's helping with cutting vegetables. As the word "marry" got its way onto you. Without hesitation, you run. You ran from the thought that you'll be leaving city life. You ran from the thought that you'll be leaving that kingly routine that you've had and will now have a sophisticated routine for your daily life. And you ran from the thought that you'll be marrying your childhood friend, Kita Shinsuke

"Ouch" you squealed as you stumbled upon a rock that you haven't noticed since you've been running for your whole life from Kita who's been playing tag with you for a while now.

~~ Kita Shinsuke. That composed kid that you've met over the time that your grandmother brought you to her best friend's home for a visit. It's the Kita household. Everything's so sophisticated. Right from its ornaments, furniture, etc. Everything's seemed so refined that it wrapped warmth around your heart. It's welcoming and you like it. This visit of yours from the city, you love it very dearly. But there's one thing that you just can't put your hands on. He's emotionless but he goes by the principles. He's not like a normal kid because he's so knowledgeable about cleaning, courtesy, and physical conditioning. As a kid, you thought that this kid is not in the right age. "He must've been older, I think" "He just shrunk back into a child's body but he's older" "This kid is a robot." You've always thought to yourself when you first met him. But when you got bored, you snuck out of the house to check its garden to see if there's something to pass the time with. To your surprise, the robot kid was there. Smiling upon the butterflies that have been flying around the garden. The scenery is picturesque. The subtle sun rays hitting his face like art. Right at that moment, you've had your first crush as a child. Suddenly, without you noticing, your body moved its own and is now holding this boy's face because you've been admiring it since. Now the boy's face is back to its original state. Stoic. Urgh, you've ruined it. But to neutralize the moment you spontaneously asked this kid to play tag with you. And to your surprise, he agreed.

~~ "Oh did someone got injured?" Kita's grandmother asked "Yes and grandma, could you please hand me the first aid kit?" Kita instinctively asked. He's calm but you can see his worry and a timid trembling of his hands while dressing your wounds. He really is still a child. He did not shrink. He's not a robot, he can feel things. "You're really such a klutz Y/N." teased by your grandmother which you just rolled your eyes with then starts putting back your gaze to this boy who's still dressing your wounds. "But you gotta say goodbye now to your first love, Shinsuke. We'll be leaving in 30 minutes." your grandma teased again as you felt heat upon your ears out of embarrassment and disbelief that your grandmother knows. Girl's instincts it is. "It's done now. P-please take care of it afterward and regularly change y-yer wounds dressing." mini Kita said while stuttering. His head is now directed to the floor. While looking further to the sudden change. You saw his cheeks down to his ears. It's flushed red. But as a kid, you don't know what that is. Leaving the Kita household is sad but it surely left a whole mark in your heart. Its warmth and welcoming presence and that boy, Kita Shinsuke. Hopefully, as a kid, you wished that you could go back there and marry him.

14 years passed. Due to stress in the city and it got noticed by your grandmother. She asked you to come with her for a week to help her best friend back in Hyogo for some harvest. "Ahh, farming. I got an opportunity to be farming," you've thought to yourself sweetly. You've got yourself a breather. So without hesitation, you giddily agreed to your grandmother. Going back to Hyogo, Kita fetched you both at the station. Kita assisted you throughout the vacation. He had been helpful ever since. When you're in distress with something, he'll come up saving and helping you get by. He hasn't changed a little. He's still the same as the boy that you've liked 14 years ago. But one thing changed, he's a man now. With muscular shoulders, a height that's way taller than you, with a refined face that you awe so much. This man, he really is a refined one compared to guys in the city and you fell in love with him over again. This vacation wouldn't be this perfect if it wasn't for him.

"So your grandma’s staying over and you’re leaving tomorrow, right dear? May I ask, do you like it here Y/N-san?" his grandmother asked "Yes, obaa-chan!! Very much!! The kindness from people, unity, and food. Oh so great!" you've answered enthusiastically. "How bout you marry into this family Y/N? Live with Shinsuke." Kita's grandmother suggested as the two of you are making dinner while waiting for Kita and others finish up their business at the farm "You like it here dear, right?" added by your grandmother who's helping with cutting vegetables. "Please consider it Y/N-san. We'd love you staying here. Even the community loves you." "But how about Shinsuke-kun?" your grandmother asked "Just say these things to him and you'll get the answer," his grandmother giggled "Take your time considering this offer Y/N-san," she added calmly You haven't uttered a word as the word "marry" sunk its way onto you. Without hesitation, you run out of the house. You ran from the thought that you'll be leaving city life. You ran from the thought that you'll be leaving that kingly routine that you've had and will now have a sophisticated routine for your daily life. And you ran from the thought that you'll be marrying your childhood friend, Kita Shinsuke. You wished you could've said yes properly just like in the movies. But the responsibilities back in the city. You have fallen in love with this place. Now that you've received the news that the community also loves you, you've fallen head over heels now. But the thing is how? "Can I fit into this town?"

"Can I also be a refined individual in this town?"

"Can I get used to this life that's away from the city?"

"Can I be a good mother of the house?"

"Can I be a good and perfect person to stand by Kita's side for life's eternity?" Anxious and insecure. You've become paranoid about the things that have been worrying you thinking that it's a lot to take in one sitting. So you just ran until you stumbled upon a rock and fell. "Ouch, what a good timing rock!" you've exclaimed and soon, you've heard steps nearing you. As you looked up, you saw Kita, running towards you and held your hands to help you get up from your little accident. "Are you fine Y/N-san? Are you hurt? What are you doing outside? Did something happen? Why are you crying? You're leaving tomorrow and you're like this?" Kita asked as he wiped your tears from your cheeks as you aren't able to because your hands are dirty. Without noticing, you pulled him to your embrace. Tightly but bearable for him. He's quite shocked by your sudden movement but he reciprocated. He also wrapped your frame with his arms and is now gently patting your back as you cry your tears out. "Everything's gonna be fine in your case," he mumbled in your hair. His presence calmed your very soul down. All your worries have subsided down within his hold. This man deserves the world. "Ha, this is somewhat like a deja vu." you chuckled as you peeled yourself off of him. "You picked me up again as soon as I fell and treated me until I'm better," you added shyly Your heart fluttered as you hear his mini chuckle in response to what you've said. "No matter what goes on, near or far, just remember I'll always be here for ya Y/N-san. I will do my best to help yer with the best that I can." he calmly said with a beautiful grin spread around his face that made you in awe again. "Thank you Kita-san. Let's go back, shall we? They might be worried by now," you've said "Okay, come on let me help you" he offered as you walk back to their house with the night's still young and a tranquil atmosphere lingering between the both of you like it's some safe space for you.

"Are you sure you've got everything with you? I can fetch it up for you." Kita exclaimed "Nope, everything's here," you answered as Kita nodded with your sure response. "Please consider what I've said Y/N-san. I hope for your wonderful response when you return to fetch your grandmother." his grandmother mumbled "Yes obaa-chan," you've answered collectively "May I ask what is that?" Kita asked. "That's our secret Shinsuke-kun," his grandmother giggled "Hmm, something was strange last night Okay, so we'll see you in like three weeks then?" Kita asked "Yes Kita-san, see you," you replied as you gently bowed down to show your gratitude to their family. "Shinsuke would be fine Y/N-san" he cooed You chuckled as you give your thanks to them more and bid farewell as you turn your back as the train stood still in front of you. Fifteen minutes went by and you've realized that you've been better. You can never compare to anything that you've experienced in this place. The place that's like a scenery out of art. The wind that takes your worries away with them. Your time with the community that's so well spent. The time that you've spent with Shinsuke was like the world's best gift for you. And Shinsuke? you've realized that he's like God's tailored gift for you. Kita Shinsuke. You love him and you can't imagine a future without him. Even though he deserves the best in the world, you're now willing to do your best to give it to him. A wonderful life, a wonderful child, a wonderful wife and family that may be imperfect but will do its best, and a wonderful future that no one can ever imagine. You're now willing to do it. You now want to stay here and have this wonderful life and to marry Shinsuke. Luckily the next train stop was like a minute away. Without any wasted moment, you hurriedly got on to the train that’s going back to where you came from and contacted Kita to fetch you and you have something to say.

"So what made you come back Y/N-san?" Kita asked while catching up his breath as he hurried his way back to you. "I've realized something." you've declared with your eyes shimmering like daylight stars "Your grandmother asked me to stay here and live with you Kita-san." "What?" he answered with an indescribable expression that you can't decipher because he's most frequently expressionless. This is kinda new to you and it even pushed your eagerness to know more. "Yes, what you've heard is right and I want to marry you Kita-san. Wait no, I want to stay by your side and build a family in this lovely town with you Shinsuke. I love you, will you marry me?" Nervousness crept its way when Kita just nodded and just directly looked down the floor for quite a while but it exhilarated its way when you've heard sniffles from Kita. He's crying? this is odd Suddenly, you've almost died from shock when Kita pulled you into a hug as he completely embraces you and is now kissing the crown of your head. So he's happy, I'm so glad. "Y/N-san, thank you. I'm so glad. Receiving these words from my first love is like the best gift that the Gods have given me. This is indescribable. Thank you Y/N. I love you too and marry me. No take-backs, okay?" Shinsuke surprisingly exclaimed Locking his eyes onto yours, he pulled you by the waist and he gently cupped your cheeks as he went to kiss you slowly as time stopped itself for the both of you. This is the gift that you can never share with anybody. This is perfect. "I can't wait to marry you Shinsuke," you've said as both of you pulled back but with your foreheads sticking together "Me too Y/N, I love you." Kita cooed lovingly as he grabbed your things to help you travel back to their house to deliver this wonderful news to your grandmothers.

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jae-canikeepyou · 4 years

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| odd hour | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff again cuz why not

a/n: written without proof reading because i had other writings to deal with :p hehehe! anyway i hope you enjoy reading, my dears! ~j.

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your chest tightened at the loud sound blasting from your phone. eventually your hands pulled the remains of your blanket to muffle out the ringtone. that’s great! it stopped ringing for a moment before the vibration went ahead of the tone. heck, it rang again. you kicked the covers in frustration, little whimpers escaping your lips that it was another night you couldn’t have a peaceful trip to your slumber.

the bright light kept blinking in the dark and forcing you to open your eyes. anger was written all over your sleepy body as you turned lazily to the table beside the bed. who could be calling you at this hour when you already started to enjoy the dream projected in your brain? screw whoever cut it short. as if you had the screen memorised, your fingers slid across to answer the call.

“hello?” you greeted groggily with a long, and somewhat disrespectful yawn. no harm in letting them know how irritated you were, right?

“y/n! i called you twice and you answer at the second call? you usually pick up after the first ‘prrrring’!” mingyu, your best friend slightly yelled a bit louder in attempt to overpower the booming sound system in the background. probably in the club again, you thought.

“mingyu?” you sat up just so you wouldn’t fall asleep. “tsk. ever thought of that i might be sleeping at this hour? it’s 3 a.m for crying out loud!”

by the sound of his voice in the other line, it was obvious his phone was taken away. you could hear him scolding someone, actually, when did he never scold anyone, that included you as well. “yah! jaehyun!”

you quickly stood up in your disheveled pj’s; heart hammering non-stop at the mention of this handsome, human being that have always caught you off guard whenever mingyu would hang with you. he’d tag along too and each time that happened, you tried not to smile or blush in front of the dimpled heartthrob.

and most of the time you end up failing when the rest of the boys shoot you with teasing daggers of grins.

the call was still on hold, and it appeared that mingyu tried to snap the boy back to reality. he kept on raising his tone and uneven breaths were heard, trying to chase jaehyun. you were walking back and forth— feeling nervous, in which by the way, was unnecessary. but what were you supposed to feel?

it was jeong jaehyun.

the guy you fell hard for, literally; when you tripped over due to the desktop chair’s legs that you didn’t see. embarrassing as it was, he was indeed a gentleman to have helped you stand up on your toes. your eyes never left his until he bowed to take his leave.

“y/n! do you have time?” mingyu finally went back to giving the attention you waited for. “i got hold of jaehyun.”

“and?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed in question and held in your breath, the useless excitement of yours started growing— so were your eyes when he said the next words,

and also that had you blushing hard.

“pick your man up!” mingyu laughed with a husky and hiccupy kind.

you became flustered and panicked and your lips couldn’t utter a response. he started to burst out laughing, only to stop when jaehyun took the phone from him. “ʸ/ⁿ! ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ? ʰᵉˡˡᵒ!” he sounded drunk and totally different from what you had imagined. he was already cute, but the jaehyun now was cuter.

“y/n, please come here and get him?” mingyu begged. poor guy, his 97-line friends partied the night away and if there was anyone who would drive, that’d be him. “i can’t fit an extra person in my seven-seater van.” he whined and you could already picture out his pouty lips. “i’ve got chan, seokmin, jungkook, bam, minghao and eunwoo. jae’s a big guy so-”

grabbing your jacket and slipped on some comfy sweatpants, you headed for the door but stopped mid-way when you realised what you were doing. crap i got carried away. “wait hold up.” you sighed, putting down your car keys. “an extra person wouldn’t be a problem right? put someone at the compartment area or on the floor or something.”

mingyu faked a laugh. “i’ve never seen jae drunk before. i don’t want him puking.” he claimed.

“so you’d rather want him to throw up in my car-”

“ah consider this a favor, my sweet sis.” cutting you off and leaving you stunned in your tracks. “we, your brothers know your crush towards him. so if you don’t want us to tell him about your jeelings when he’s sober, better get here soon~”

j-jeelings??

you tried to enter his blabbermouth reasons even if you knew you didn’t stand a chance against this giant puppy. “wait, ‘gyu! i don’t know his apartme-” and he ended the call.

great, what were you going to do now?

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the road was identical with those seen in an apocalyptic world described in movies. there were less people, flickering lampposts and garbage/debris spinning in circles with the wind’s currents. you flinched at the touch from jaehyun’s arms, which were attached to yours. he mumbled words in ways you couldn’t understand. it appeared more of a gibberish language; if not, then he was a total baby.

with combined smell of his perfume and alcohol, you thought you were about to pass out. he was too close and wondered how he was able to cling onto you in the most uncomfortable way possible. you sighed as you finally pulled over at his apartment block.

“jaehyun. we’re home.” you said, unbuckling the seatbelt and you had to do it for him since he was busy giggling at the buzzing fly trying to escape the window.

“we’re homeee?” he turned to you, face flushed than ever where you blinked non-stop at his stupid, adorable smile. “is it possible that you’re my wife? *hiccup* hahahaaa! wait i’m not even married yet!”

w-wife?..

you got off the car and went to his side, opening the door then found him struggling to stand up. “are you my wife?” he giggled.

“jaehyun you’re not married and i’m not your w-wife.” you said sternly, biting back from saying your actual, honest thoughts aloud.

he slung his arms around you thinking that you would support his weight. once you arrived at his doorstep, he pulled and led you into his apartment. apparently with the little furnitures he owned and no roommates found, it was clear that he lived alone. “stay here. i’ll give you water.” he offered and headed to the kitchen with wobbly steps. funny how he could make out his way there.

the place he calls home had pretty basic things; a keyboard, a complete set of tech-stuff you had no knowledge of and a vinyl turntable with several records. you snapped out of admiration when he handed you a glass of water and gummy smile glued to his face. getting up, you decided it was best for the both of you to get some rest. “thanks jae. now that you’re here, i’m gonna head back ho-”

a light thump on the wooden floor had you turning to him, but you covered your eyes at his action.

“tsk, it’s hot.” he removed his hoodie and underneath it revealed his tank top and toned arms. he was about to remove his top when you stopped him just in time.

“w-what’re you doing?!” you squealed and hopped, panicky and unsure what to do next. one palm covered your eyes and the other brought forth to reach him.

“taking my clothes off- hey! that tickles!” he whined, then laughing at the tugs you pulled at the ends of this hoodie, preventing him from further actions.

you fanned yourself at the exerted strength you’ve given, resting your arm by your waist. “gosh you’re such a handful!” you sighed. it was alright to blush since he wasn’t sober to see your expressions. thank heavens.

jaehyun crossed his arms and looked at you from head to toe. feeling the sleep signals hitting your body, you yawned at the odd hour you were suddenly dragged into. you thought bringing him home was hard, but getting him to stay at one place was harder.

his smiley face and waving body headed to the kitchen again, you slowly followed him around the apartment. “are you really not my wife?” his sudden turn to face you, causing flinch at his touch on your arm.

“jaehyun, for the last time, i’m not.” heh i wish. you rubbed his fluffy hair and grabbed your keys to get home. “wash up now and good night jae.”

he lightly slammed the wall behind you, not letting you leave. his eyes stared into yours, luring you into his world, an imperfect perfection. the weight of his forehead suddenly leaned on your shoulder, as if he was towering over you and yet he lowered himself to pull you close to him. “i won’t let you.”

the stillness of your body followed his words, like obeying a general’s command and no matter how sleepy you were, that went away once you returned his hug, not wanting to let go and take in the moment. this was rare, although it seemed like you took advantage of his drunkenness, even on normal days it was difficult to hold a conversation with jaehyun because he seemed so far-fetched.

a soft air of whispers tickled your ears, sending goosebumps at the touch of them. “did i surprise you?” he asked, followed by again a drunken giggle.

was he serious? “and if i said no?” you lied, trying to appear unaffected when you actually were. what’s wrong with you y/n?

“‘no?’ then if i do this, will you be surprised?” he asked with a challenging tone and had to leaned in closer than before where you both of your knees were touching.

“what exactly are you going to do nghf-” your fingers curled and eyes flutter when a sudden warmth met your lips. you knew you were going to faint right then and there,

but in fact it was the opposite.

jaehyun’s weight lifted off of you, collapsing afterwards when darkness consumed his sight to meet his sleep. he mumbled words that you didn’t notice, still utterly shocked with what he did. you managed to catch him and supported him to his bed.

your fingers touched the slightly swollen lips he planted upon as you were out of his door. then it immediately got you thinking that there was no way you would be able to look at him in the eye the next time you both meet.

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the drumming of your heart continued for the next days since that night. yugyeom noticed how fidgety you were whenever jaehyun would sit with the group at the library or at the caféteria. you’d immediately leave and think of lame excuses so you wouldn’t see jaehyun. at first they didn’t mind, you were a busy person after all. however this time, yugyeom managed to grab your wrists and plop you back to the chair. you mentally cursed at him and he didn’t seem to care like smiling it off would let him off the hook.

you annoyingly and purposely tilted your body so you wouldn’t face jaehyun entirely. “i don’t know what’s up with you but you gotta spill why you’re behaving this way.” yugyeom whispered and you rolled your eyes because yeah, you were busted.

“am i too obvious?” your surrendering voice softened his eyes, more so when you covered your face.

he raised his eyebrows and little did you know mingyu witnessed this as well. “obvious when you’re trying to hide your feelings for jaehyun or obvious that you’re trying ditch us again because of jaehyun?”

“both.” you sighed.

“did something happen that night?” mingyu cupped his lips, soon joining the so called ‘secret and quiet’ conversation you and yugyeom were having.

he didn’t get any verbal responses from you because you gave them a smile of uncertainty where your palms brushed your lips briefly. he covered his mouth as if he was really shocked, more of he really was. “something did, yeah?” he whispered and was convinced from your actions.

your phone alarmed, reminding you of your next class. quickly you packed your stuff and shoved them inside the bag, not caring whether they were neat or not. the rushed actions made jaehyun and the others look your way, and you tried your best to not meet his eye. “i gotta go.”

the faint smell of your perfume stayed in jaehyun’s nostrils whilst you didn’t bother to say goodbye. he turned his torso around, following your figure until it was getting further off the horizon of the caféteria. his friends became awkwardly silent, and he expected them to at least say something if there was a reason of your unusual behavior. instead, he got nothing, that they continued to eat even if they knew he had questions.

“is y/n okay?” he tilted his head in confusion, and saw how his buds bend theirs.

no one dared to speak because in this table, jaehyun was the oblivious one. he wasn’t aware of your feelings for him and the others have kept silent knowing the consequences if they told him; you were quite an angry bear, ‘a cute kind’, they said. “why are you all suddenly quiet?” he asked, the sips and slurps of the cups soon to be emptied.

“oh well y’know..” mingyu chuckled with his fangs peeking out. “just tired?”

“‘cause we’re eating?” jungkook pointed his food.

“uh we have a choice to be?” chan giggled with seokmin who was unable to keep silent.

jaehyun raised a brow, totally not convinced at the excuses and sat back with arms crossed. “you know i could tell if something’s up. who answers with a question anyway?” his straightforwardness wasn’t doing enough to keep them talking. “i’m gonna follow y/n.”

yugyeom stood to stop jaehyun from doing his thing without thinking straight. “wait!” he called out to him and the boy turned around.

the rest of the circle had given daggers to youngest who kept telling him to keep his words to himself. they really didn’t want to make you angry, but what yugyeom was doing would risk their friendship with you. to be exact, risk your friendship with jaehyun’s because of term called ‘crush’. their eyes pleaded and begging him to not spill anything.

“what?” jaehyun flattened his lips that the corners curved inwards, a more confused look seen on him. yugyeom cupped his mouth to whisper, the dimpled man’s eyes grew and scurried off the campus.

chan propped his elbows as the man sat back on his seat. “‘gyeom, what did you tell him?”

“y/n gave a hint before she left, i doubted it first. but it made so much sense as to why she kept ditching our meet-ups-”

“get to the point!” the rest of them pressured him.

the blond haired boy only sighed. “i told jae that he might've drunk-kissed y/n.”

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the sun met its sleep and the night began with patches of rain sprinkling your window. cool rushes of wind entered the thin gaps which sent shivers down to your spine, you wrapped yourself more into the cardigan. you hated it when the weather changes.

pacing back and forth of your apartment, you’ve had battles in your head that maybe it was best to tell jaehyun or maybe it was better to keep things this way before you had the confidence to do so. you yelled into the pillow to let all of your feelings out. it was too much for your heart to carry or continue. even if you did decide to tell him, how would you approach him? how would you begin the conversation?

you held your phone much tighter than before yugyeom sent a message that gotten your brows raising in millions of questions.

[19:03] yuggie: the boys and i will treat you lunch or any of your cravings! we promise! 🙏🏼

“cool. i won’t be touching my savings for a while!” you cheered, knuckles and fists closed at the good news. unbeknownst to you, the reason for their actions probably would be revealed at a later time.

whilst you waited for dinner to be delivered, you turned on netflix to binge some series you haven’t watched before. however, you paused the means of leisure because you felt lonely. your roommate was out of town, leaving you to care for the apartment for a couple of weeks. and you couldn’t call the rest of the boys because some had work while others were busy with gaming. you could join them, but the motion picture of the game just doesn’t work together with your sight. the weather was already making you sick and nauseous. might feel worse if you played.

so you uninterestedly switched on the tv again, spent nth minutes into choosing but never really decided on one.

the memory and experience from that night came flashing in your head. you remembered the touch of his plump lips, the mixed smell of perfume and alcohol, his large hands wrapping your arm and the universe in his twinkling eyes. indeed you liked him a lot, and were thankful that your friends kept it a secret. if the truth came out, you wouldn’t know what else to do.

ding dong!

you stood fumbling with your purse, assured that maybe the pizza guy could wait a little, except it wasn’t who you thought it’d be. the door revealed jaehyun, soaked with an embarrassed smile. “hi?” he greeted, the rain drenched his clothes to the skin and his hair laid flat on his porcelain forehead. “i was about to call but-”

he was pulled in immediately, your hands on his wrists as the water bead droplets wet the wooden floor. “what are you doing in rain?!” you hissed, grabbing new towels for him to dry.

“i didn’t bring an umbrella and the sky just-”

“i thought i was reckless to leave the window open but you’re actually more reckless-”

“i have something to tell you.” he let the towel hung around his neck. there was something in his eyes that you somehow.. knew what he meant by that, so you decided to deal with yugyeom later. “i-”

“pizza delivery!” the guy said, making you and jaehyun turn to the still opened door.

you sighed heavily, why is there always one interrupting the other?

once everything was settled, he walked further into your home and removed his shirt that revealed a rather toned and refined abs. he took a new tee from a laundry basket fresh out from the wash that was exclusive for the boys in case of emergencies. you took care of actual babies.

you were now with him seated around the coffee table, unpacking the side dishes and drinks. “join me for dinner. i don’t think i can finish all this in one go.” you took extra ketchup from the cupboard.

“wasn’t why i came here for but thanks y/n.” he smiled widely at the food laid out in front of him.

that statement alone made you stop what you were doing. “why did you come here?” your eyes looked everywhere but him. unconsciously you bit your lip not because the guy you like was here, but because the kiss flashed in your mind again.

jaehyun saw your action and scooted closer, the centimeters between you both lessening. “it can’t be a mistake, can it?” his voice was soft, with a hint of regret and worry at every uttered word. he eyed you from yours to your now wavering lips. “did i.. perhaps steal your first kiss?”

no words were needed to be said as to jaehyun, your actions and silence already said enough. you wanted to scream as the awkward air and your speechlessness was very unintentional. you wanted to talk, yet you couldn’t for who knew the reasons why.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” he chuckled, stopping quickly afterwards at your fidgety state. “did i look that drunk?”

now it was you who let out an awkward chuckle. “so you don’t remember what happened that night?”

a warm tone of his hums prolonged the more the thought deeper. “not that i know of.. all i remember was being in the club with the dudes.”

the rain poured heavier and it was uncertain when it would stop. thunderstorms were heard along with the patters of the droplets. jaehyun felt lucky enough that he came right before the weather turn worse. he let out a sigh of relief, but the relief of doing something unimaginable to you hasn’t lifted off of his chest. in fact, he didn’t know exactly why he felt more nervous than before when he shouldn’t be because it was just you.

yet, it was nervous because it was you.

the girl who managed to make his heart flutter at random times with your big laughs you weren’t ashamed of; the girl who rather hangs out with guys since you said there just too much drama with the ladies. but has a handful gems in her circle. and most of all, you were the girl he somehow wanted a girlfriend to be.

“stay tonight.” your words jolted him out from his thoughts while you moved the curtain aside to observe the rain. “it’s not gonna stop.”

“oh.” he muttered, internally cursing himself for interpreting you wrongly. “sorry for the bother.”

you handed him a slice of pizza, already devouring yours. “that was my first kiss.” he heard you began the topic he thought was long forgotten. “but i’m somehow glad it was you.”

“why?” he munched on his slice, anticipation was leading him on the more he waited for an answer. stupid stupid heart, he told himself.

should i say it or should i not? you thought. the thing was, he was here. the opportunity was already given and if you chose to confess later, it would be more awkward. screw it, i’m confessing.

with uncertainty and slight fear, you exhaled. “because i like you a lot.” you said, now turning away due to heat spreading your cheeks. “a lot more than i like captain america- i mean chris evans.”

he dropped his food onto his plate, lips forming a pressed smile but he remained his composure knowing that he would probably lose control any second. jaehyun tapped on your shoulders, making you turn to him. “is that so? then i’m glad i didn’t remember the kiss.” his voice low and lovely.

you tilted your head without seeing his red ears. “what do you mean?”

jaehyun, without hesitations, leaned forward and cupped your jaw. the warmth of his lips onto yours was warmer than the food in your hand. he let go of you, planting boop on your nose.

“‘cause i wanna remember kissing you when i’m sober. i like you a lot too.”

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Child of Ren Ch.16

A/N- We are so close to the end!! I want to write a small bonus chapter dedicated to just baby Kes and Poe :/ anyway I hope you guys liked the chapter, let me know what you thought!!

Warning- light swearing, violence, angst, slight fluff, long chapter

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Reader x Rey, Ben solo x Reader (platonic)

Takes place- after TROS

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“I told you once that you were destined for great things.”

The words echoed in your mind as loud as the thunder that rumbled outside, you tried to drown them out, but nothing worked, they were persistent. “This is what you are destined for, to finish what I couldn’t.”

You lifted your head to see your reflection, one that wasn’t how you had seen yourself just seconds ago. This was one was different, it was you in the Kylo Ren helmet, looking as he once did. Conflicted in the dark side.

“I will get you back I promise. Whatever it takes.” Your voice cracked, you tried to fight it, but the darkness was overwhelming. The only clarity you could seem to feel was when you a saw single blue butterfly fly outside the ships transpiersteel. It flapped its wings, unbothered by the storm rumbling in the sky. Almost like it was trying to tell you something, until it disappeared like it had appeared, out of nowhere.

And that was when you felt the darkness again, lurking in every corner of your mind, repeating the same three words that hadn’t stopped since Ahch-to. “Embrace the darkness.”

Before you could think of anything else to say, the sound of crying pulled you away from what you were doing to instinctively hurry out of your quarters and into the ships main room where you now saw a quiet Kes in Rey’s arms. Once she spots you she looks up at you with a warm smile.

“It’s okay.” She assures you, “I got him.” The sight swells your heart and breaks a smile on your lips, but you still avert your eyes and remind yourself that you had to push your feelings aside until after your mission. “He looks just like Poe.” She beamed as she gently rocked the kid in her arms.

You hummed in agreement, while also coming to realization that Poe was missing. And that alone was rare, he hardly wanted to part away from baby Kes since he united with him—however it was that worry went to the back of your mind as you kept focusing on the sight of Rey and the kid. She just seemed to do it so naturally, likes she’s done it hundreds of times before.

“You’re good at this you know.” You complimented her. Rey looked down at Kes and then back at you, seeming unsure and insecure in some way.

“You really think so?”

You nod as you make your way towards her, your smile never faltering. “Hell yeah.” Finally and very slowly you pull your eyes to meet her own, realizing that you had really missed her, and that you for sure meant what you said to her before you left Exegol. You really did love her...just like you loved Poe. You couldn’t separate from either of them to be with the other, it would break your heart, you just couldn’t choose between the two.

Why can’t you just be with the both of them....that would be easier and it would be something you would love—come to think of it, why can’t it happen? Would it be too weird? No. At least not to you.

“Rey..” you inhale deeply and notice that nothing happened when you really met her gaze. No painful memories or vision of that day, it was just simply her. The pain you thought you were going to feel was all just in your head, a ploy to not forget your mission and just leave with her and Poe. To just be happy. In fact you didn’t forget of your mission to get Ben back, you actually felt more inspired, like with her by your side it was going to be done. Because it was.

But then their it was...the darkness lurking in your mind and polluting every thought, making you second guess yourself and pull away from what you intended to do. Focusing on Poe who entered the room with a huge grin.

“We’re ready to go.” He beamed as he made his way to Rey and you to pick Kes from Rey’s arms, “aren’t we little man?” He cooed to the kid in his arms.

You cocked your head slightly to the side, narrowing your gaze on him as you watched what he was doing, “what the hell are you doing?”

“Getting ready to head to the temple.” He responded as he put Kes in his hovering pod.

You scoffed, “you’re not taking my kid with us.”

“Our. Our kid.” Poe corrected making your jaw clench.

“All the same we are not taking Kes with us. That’s why I got a nurse droid.”

Poe shrugged, “I don’t trust it. Plus you don’t need it anymore, I’m here.”

“Yeah Poe, I have to agree with y/n, I don’t think it will be safe for you to bring Kes. I think what’s best is to leave him with the droid.” Rey defended, but Poe was stubborn and didn’t listen to reason. Something you did not miss. At all.

“We are not taking him.” You repeated. But Poe still didn’t listen, only making you angry.

“It’s okay, hon. I got him and so does BB8 and Finn. We’re going to keep him safe.” He tried to assure you, whilst also placing a kiss on your forehead before heading out and having the hover pod follow his side. You would’ve argued, but you didn’t want to lose your temper, so instead you just huffed.

“If anything happens I swear to the maker I will kill him.” You grumble.

Rey nodded in agreement, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’ve got your back.”

You grin at her comment. “Good. Now let’s go before he decides to leave without us.”

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Neither Rey nor you could feel the location of the Jedi temple, it was weird, you usually could feel the temples presence through the force, but this wasn’t me of them, their was just nothing. So instead of walking in blind you had to ask the locals for directions which that alone was a set back, especially since you’ve been on edge all day. Anxious to get to the temple and do what needed to done, to get Ben back.

“Going back to six months ago,” you began as you followed Poe into a close by tavern, “how did you guys manage to get into the capital ship?“

Finn began to chuckle as he walked to your side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “it’s the funniest and greatest story actually. You won’t believe it.” Finn managed to say between laughs all while Poe shot him a glare.

“Don’t listen to him y/n, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Poe tried to interrupt but Finn quickly shrugged away his comment and continued with his story.

“Did you know our dear, General Poe Dameron was once a spice runner?”

You look over at Poe and meet his gaze, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you watched him shake his head and roll his eyes before walking ahead, pretending he wasn’t listening in.

“No! Really?” You chuckled, “Starboy you were a spice runner? And here I thought you’ve always flown straight.”

Poe spun back and glared at you, before mumbling to you, “don’t start.”

You rose your hands to feign innocence, something he ignored as he turned back around only making Finn and you fall into a fit of laughter, whilst Finn continued teasing poor Poe.

“No but really, how did you guys get in? I’m curious.”

Rey and Finn shared a look, neither of them saying a word, something you immediately found suspicious. You followed by quirking your eyebrow, motioning them to explain, but neither of them did right away only doing so minutes later.

“Poe’s...friend. She gave him a way in.” Finn explained while glancing over at Poe.

“She was in the past. Nothing happened or will happen again.” Poe quickly interjected, just putting a thought in your head that wasn’t there until he pointed it out. Something that just made things worse.

“Oh. Okay.” You deadpanned. Nobody said anything else on the matter, the only reaction given was Finn’s disapproval to Poe’s abrupt and unnecessary comment. But given that, you didn’t really care of Poe’s past relationships or the fact that he saw his ex that he didn’t tell you about...no that didn’t bother you at all.

The remaining minutes that it took you all to arrive to the tavern, you did so in silence. A silence that wasn’t broken until Rey informed you all that she was going to ask for the information you all needed.

As you were waiting for her to come back again you remained quiet, not wanting to drift into your own mind because of what dark hole you could fall into, and instead focused on the Lothal-cat curiously circling BB8.

“You’re mad.” Poe added as he sat by your side.

“No....should I be?” You shrugged. “It’s your past. I’m no one to judge.”

“Not that, about Zorii.”

“Who?” You turned your head to face him, doing your best to look unbothered. Poe only cocked his head slightly, sharing all you needed to know about who he was talking about with that simple look. Something that again didn’t bother you at the slightest. “Don’t be ridiculous, we weren’t together so what is there to be mad about? Your past is your own, I don’t care who you’ve been with.”

Poe took a minute to process what you said. He was surprised that you gave no reaction, you just simply and truly looked unbothered. And that bothered him. “So you’re not mad? Not even the slightest bit jealous?”

You simply shook your head before excusing yourself, “sounds like Kes is crying, I’m going to check on him.” You lied as you stood from your seat, but as soon as you tried to walk towards said kid, Poe grabbed your arm to turn you to face him, a smirk showing on his lips.

“He’s not crying, Finn’s trying to make him smile.” He pointed out, before his smirk deepened, “Not bothered?”

“No.” You answered quickly.

He moved his hands up to your cheeks, cupping them gently before he moved in for a sweet kiss, a kiss you didn’t pull away from and instead leaned into. The feeling of his lips on your own was a feeling you missed and longed for, and doing it now made you smile into it.

Once you both broke away, Poe beamed and caressed your cheek before whispering what he needed to say, “I never felt for her what I feel for you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Rey then walked back to your table, sparing a quick glance to Poe and you before focusing on what she needed to say. “The temple isn’t far, its just east from here.”

You showed a hopeful smile, your nerves increasing tenfold at the knowledge that you were close. That Ben was close.

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Lothal was a big beautiful planet, even if the stormy clouds ruined the scene. However though, it was simply a beautiful place, green large prairies that if you looked closely had Lothal-cats rummaging about. In the distance their was mountains, even if the dark clouds covered the sight you could still see them, just like the huge rock formations you were heading to. The closer you got, the bigger they seemed to get.

The more anxious you got as well. The louder the voices repeated the same tempting words, words that only had dark intentions behind them, lurking in your mind like the thoughts and memories that overwhelmed it. The only good thing was that you didn’t lose control anymore, all thanks to Ben...if it weren’t for him, you would have lost control that other night you saw Kylo in the dark cave.

Yet even if you didn’t lost control anymore, you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Just like the other night when the Twi’lek had you at gun point, when you saw Ben. Only it wasn’t really him, whatever it was, it was just your mind playing tricks. Just like now as Ben reappeared. You could see him clear as day, standing in the tall grass, watching you as you queitly made your way to the temple.

It was weird and only conflicted you more. The closer you got to the temple, the more you saw him. Not only that but you saw Kylo Ren too. Only he was surrounded by mist that made him ominous and in many ways terrifying. Both illusions just seemed to taunt you. Plaguing your mind with more unnecessary conflict. Something that soon was going to be over as you arrived to the temple.

“We’re here.” Rey announced as you all came to a stop in front of a large rock formation. Something that to a normal person just simply looked like that, nothing but a simple rock.

Poe furrowed his eyebrows while placing his hands on his hips, “we’re where? I don’t see anything.”

Finn chuckled and pointed his head to the rock, “the temple is hidden inside there. Watch.”

Rey and Finn moved to stand on the writing carved on the floor, both extending their arms out to lift and spin the temples gate with the Force. Something that slowly began to move, leaving Poe and you awestruck. Only it wasn’t the spinning rock that soon showed its gate that left you mesmerized, but the fact that Finn was moving it. He was using the force! Since when?!

Just as you were going to ask and express your surprised reaction, the voices echoed louder and now seemed to be coming from inside the temple. So quickly you made your way inside it, something that only seemed to make them louder, like if they were screaming in your ear. But you drowned that all out as you focused on your task, on who you were looking for. Ben. You felt more hope than ever before. You were going to see him. Finally.

“So how is this going to work?” Poe commented as he followed you inside with the hover pod following his side, “are we just going to wait for him? Is he going to walk out of nowhere or what?”

Rey shook her head, while she also seemed to be entranced by the temple, like if voices were calling her too, only hers were much nicer, down a lighter path. “No, I’m afraid it’s much more difficult than that.”

The voices came back, this time more clear than before and they still seemed to be calling from somewhere inside the temple. So you continued walking, entering through a well hidden hall that led to a dimly lit room. You were so entranced by the calling that you soon forgot Poe was following behind Rey, Finn and you, and that was something you didn’t like, mostly because it could be dangerous.

“Poe.” You turned your head back to face said man, an apologetic smile on your features, “I think it’s best if you stay behind with Kes and wait. It could be dangerous.”

Poe lips parted, his eyebrows furrowing as he was baffled by what you just told him. “What? No, I’m going with you.”

“Poe.” You pleaded, “nothing’s going to happen, please just wait.”

Poe narrowed his gaze on you, before letting out a huff, turning his back towards you to head back, while Finn also chose to follow him, saying that it would be best if it was just Rey and you. Also having no choice but hear Poe mutter his complaint to baby Kes, like if said child could respond or complain with him. “Come on little man, they don’t want us here...hmph. Dangerous? Please.”

You shake your head before continuing down the path, until finally stopping inside the room, seeing the light was provided by the designs on the walls and cieling. You had no idea what they meant but the sight was truly breath taking. And for some odd reason you knew what to do without someone needing to tell you.

Without saying a word or waiting another minute you sat down inside the carved circle, crossing your legs together before you shut your eyes and tried to clear your mind, just like Rey had taught you. You just needed to clear your mind—just clear your mind....

“Embrace the darkness, y/n, it’s the only way you’ll get him back.” In the minute of clarity and peace, the voice and darkness returned again, stronger than ever, urging you to do as it said. It was tempting, not to do as it said—if it was the way to get him back then you would do it, no doubt in your mind. Plus it was what you had seen in the dark cave the other night. “Embrace it. It’s in your nature.”

“Use your anger. Your pain, every bad memory. Use it and embrace the darkness.” Hearing that repeat in your mind, you did just that. Tried to recall every bad memory, use your anger to do what needed to be done, but it was a struggle, half of you fought that urge. But their was another urging voice trying to tell you not do so, it felt like your mind was at war with the light and dark side. It was draining and difficult.

The darkness was getting stronger, using what you wanted, using Ben to bait you. And that alone was what reeled you in, before it could trap you, before you opened that door in your mind someone stopped you. Someone unfamiliar and yet familiar at the same time.

“Don’t. Don’t be fooled by the lies of the dark side. It’s just a trick, you will not get what you’re looking for.”

You tried to place the voice to a familiar face, but you couldn’t, you didn’t know who it was. “Who are you?”

“Someone who’s been trying to reach you for a long time now.” The voice revealed, “open your eyes, y/n.”

With hesitance you did as he said, slowly opening your eyes to see that you weren’t in the same room as before, but in an entirely different place. Dark and with the same designs that the room had, only here it was spread all across the never ending place, the path you were on even had the white designs. Only Rey wasn’t here, she was replaced by a man you didn’t recognize, in robes that you knew belonged to the past Jedi.

“Who are—” your eyes widened as you finally recognized who it was standing before you. The once great Jedi. Your grandfather. Mace Windu—a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, one that quickly disappeared. “How are you here?”

“The force allows me to be here, with you.” He began to explain, “but if you don’t fight the dark side trying to take over then I won’t be here for long. Just like this place, the world between worlds.” He stared at you with a disapproving look, just as he crossed his arms on his chest and continued to speak, “it seems that the doubt I once had for Anakin Skywalker, had its consequence, now that you can’t seem to forget and let go of his grandson.”

You continued to stare at him with disbelief, your mind just couldn’t accept it—did him being here mean that Ben could too? Or was he here to stop you from getting Ben? If he was then you wouldn’t have a problem forgetting him. It didn’t matter if he was your Grandfather— “are you here to help me bring Ben back?”

He sighed and hesitated to answer, but did so anyhow, “I’m here as your guide, but not—”

Quickly you ignored what he was saying as your eyes landed on a portal that opened not far from you. It had the same design as the place you were in, only their was multiple butterfly designs flying around it, something significant that identified it from the rest. When it opened it showed a clear play by play of that day Ben died, letting you know that it all had to do with him.

Without a second thought, you moved past your grandfather and rushed towards the portal. Now realizing voices echoing around, some voices you knew and others that you didn’t.

“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”

“Never tell me the odds.”

“Let the past die. Kill it if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you were meant to be.”

“Having the ability to use the force doesn’t deem you great. You’re great with or without. Don’t forget that.”

“There’s good in him. I know. I know there is..still..”

The voices of the people from the past, present and future died down as you reached the portal door, as you saw Ben facing Palpatine in Exegol, just before you fought him. He was standing there...in that moment that was the best thing you’ve ever seen—stars how much you’ve missed him—a warm smile again tugged on your lips as you saw him, so close and far at the same time. All you needed to do was reach through and you would finally get him back.

Just reach your hand to grab his, that’s all you needed to, just reach— “don’t!”

You gasped as you were pulled back, seeing nothing now but your grandfather before you, blocking your path to Ben.

“Do that and you’re risking bringing Palpatine back. After all your friends and you have done, you can’t risk it. It’s far too dangerous.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together at his words—he was here to stop you; “no.” You responded sharply, “just Ben and that’s it. You can’t stop me.”

“I can and I will. Don’t you see it. It’s been Palpatine’s plan all along.” He tried to explain, but you couldn’t listen to reason, he had to be lying— “his first plan didn’t work. He’s using your vulnerability. You save Ben Solo and he comes to. Just likes he’s been wanting all along.”

“I don’t have that stupid ring anymore. He’s done controlling me!” You bellowed as you tried to push past him, an action he easily pushed back.

“He might be, but what he did is still affecting your mind! Still troubling you! See that!” He argued. But you still couldn’t listen. Ben was just a few feet away. He was right there. He was close. You needed him.

“I need him, I can’t be without him...please.” You begged, your voice cracking as tears slipped past your cheeks. “Please...it’s my fault-it’s my fault.”

Your grandfather just shook his head before he extended his hand and whispered, “I’m sorry.” And just like that you were back in the temple, with Rey once again before you, and Ben gone. Again.

Every feeling thereafter came flooding back, the darkness that had plagued your mind before was beginning to feel overbearing, it felt that way before but now it was worse. Now it felt like your mind was on fire and the only solution was to embrace that forbidden side, just embrace the darkness. Because either way that was the right path, you unknowingly tried doing it the “right way” with your grandfather and it didn’t work. Now you had to do it the way you were told, the only way you were going to bring him back.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to meet Rey’s worried gaze, tears slipping past your eyes and down your cheeks, a look Rey didn’t miss. In fact the moment you had forcefully returned from the World between Worlds she had sensed something was wrong, seeing you now, seeing how devastated you were, and seeing no Ben, she knew her senses weren’t wrong.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, as you slowly stood to your feet and broke your gaze from hers, focusing on the battle inside your head. “It’s the only way.” You shut your eyes and focused on letting the anger, every bad memory, pain just seep through, letting it all just take over. You were going to open that door inside your head that led to the dark side.

“Don’t!” Rey bellowed as she rushed to your side, grabbing your shoulders and then your face to make you open your eyes to see her. She knew what was going on, she could feel your struggle and she couldn’t let it take over you. “Y/N, you can’t choose the dark side, it will only bring more pain! You won’t find him that way, trust me.”

Your eyes opened slowly, swallowing thickly as you met her gaze, mouthing an apology before you force pushed her to the wall—she doesn’t know what she was talking about, this was the right way. You needed to embrace the darkness—once again you focused on your previous task, slowly opening that door, and as you did you felt it fly open. Basking you with the darkness, pain and anger. Plaguing your mind with every bad memory from your past, memories that only hurt you more.

The feeling felt odd and wrong, it felt like it was taking over and turning you into someone you weren’t, but you also felt more powerful in every way. But with so much power, it was also something you couldn’t control—the ground beneath your feet began to shake, rubble from the stone made ceiling began to trickle down. All how it would happen before.

Once again you sat inside the carved circle to retry what you intended to do before, only this time it was going to be different.

Just as you were going to try and enter that previous state, you were thrown back and held against the wall. You strained to be let go, but Rey’s hold was too strong. “I can’t let you do this! I can’t let you fall down that path.” She voiced with tears of her own pooling her eyes. “I can’t lose you too.”

“It-it’s the only way!” You groaned, barely managing to be set free and land on the ground again. “It’s my fault he’s gone, I have to do this for him! Whatever it takes.” Again she tried to force you to the wall, but this time you fought back, clashing your own force with hers, a battle that was hard as the both of you tried to come out successful and force the other one back; “he was my home. Even if I pretended to hate him, I always loved him. So please Rey, let me do this.”

“No! You’re a good person don’t do this! He doesn’t want this for you!” She voiced making you hesitate, “I can help you. I can help you see him again.”

You shook your head, the dark side trying to seduce you to not listen to her, trying to tell you she was wrong. “You’re wrong.” You muttered, slightly gaining the upper hand to push her back. “The dark side is the only way.”

“No it isn’t, I can help you. Okay? I promise.” She tried to convince you, showing a reassuring look while easing her fight against you. Something that was a mistake as you completely gained the upper hand and pushed her to the wall. Following by swiftly summoning your lightsaber to your hand and summoning hers as well, igniting your red blade and her new yellow one. A sight that shocked you, but didn’t comment on, instead you crossed both sabers and pushed them to her throat, letting them ghost over her skin.

“It’s the only way.”

Rey didn’t move under the burning blades, but she also didn’t try and fight back physically, instead she tried to help you a different way. “It isn’t. Just like he isn’t the only person you have.” Rey expressed softly, carefully moving her hand to grab your own, an action to help calm your mind just like how Ben used to do before. “You have Poe, Finn, baby Kes and me. I love you and I won’t let you fall to the dark side, I’ll help you, every step of the way. I promise.”

The hold on the lighsabers faltered as you took in her words, as your mine eased and saw the light shine through. Letting the room stop shaking, leaving only cracks on the floors and walls as faint memory of what happened. Your lip began to tremble knowing that she was right. You had lost yourself trying to prove her and everyone else wrong. Just to bring Ben back.

“Hey, what’s going on?!” You heard Poe yell as he and Finn rushed into the room, BB8 and the silver hovering pod containing Kes not failing to follow behind him. “What’s—” he cut himself off as he saw you hold two lightsabers to Rey’s throat. He was utterly lost on what was going on, but he knew it couldn’t be good with what he was seeing. “Y/N.” Poe tried to walk towards you but stopped as Finn held him back, only shaking his head to express that he shouldn’t.

You took a moment to look back at Poe, Finn and the sleeping child in pod, taking in and realizing that you couldn’t be the monster you feared, how selfish could you be to do that? “I never told him anything I wanted to say,” you sobbed while dropping the sabers to the ground, whilst letting go of that darkness that almost controlled you; “I’m sorry, Rey.” Said girl didn’t respond with anything, instead she wrapped you in a tight hug, falling on her knees with you as you held onto her and cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Its okay.” She assured you, “it’s okay.”

Ben was lost forever, all because he saved you. It was going to be hard to accept that, but you needed to in order to not lose yourself...like you did now. You needed to accept that you were never going to see him again, that he was gone just like your parents. He was gone...

Suddenly their was new feeling...a presence...a familiar one....carefully you lifted your head off Rey’s shoulder to notice that her and the wall were basked in a gentle blue light. The same blue light your grandfather was basked in. You blinked to meet Rey’s widened gaze, her eyes focused on something—someone behind you. Just before you could turn to see who it was, a familiar voice filled your ears....

“Hey, Kid.”

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The New Girl in Town

SoKai Week 2020 - Day 2 - First Meeting

Synopsis: The teacher introduced a new girl and for some reason Sora can’t help but notice her.

Featuring: Sora, Kairi, Riku, Selphie, Wakka, Tidus

Prompt for the Day: First Meeting / Unseen Adventures

“Alright children, I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to our newest friend.”

Standing beside the teacher was a petite girl wearing a white dress with big purple flowers along the trim. She had shoulder length hair the color of fresh raspberries and her eyes were bluer than the sea surrounding the islands.

“Her name is Kairi. She’ll be staying with us for a while, so be nice.”

Before Sora even had a chance to introduce himself, a bubbly brunette in a pair of yellow overalls and a white t-shirt ran over to greet the new kid.

“Hi Kairi! My name is Selphie. Let’s get along!”

“That’s Selfie for you,” a voice said from behind, disrupting Sora’s thoughts. “—Woah, Riku! You snuck up on me!” “Did not. I was here the whole time. You were just too busy staring at the new girl to notice, which is very rude by the way.” “—I…I wasn’t staring! I was just… listening to the teacher! Yeah, that’s it!” “Whatever you say.” The young boy with silver locks gave a knowing smirk, but he opted to drop the argument. After all, he was a year older than Sora. He had to be the bigger person. The more mature of the two, which annoyed Sora to no end. Usually, he’d push back against Riku’s apathy, but a fit of giggles from the two girls distracted Sora from any feelings of irritation.

“Hey Riku, do you think that’s the girl living at the mayor’s house?” Riku made mention of such a girl earlier when the two were playing at the secret place. In fact, they planned on visiting later that day, but once they arrived at the mayor’s house there was a maze of long legs blocking them from reaching the front door. They opted to try again on a day that was less crowded, but never got around to it.

“It has to be. It’s not like we get many visitors. And what are the chances of two girls our age moving here at the same time?” He was right. That’s Riku for you. He always had an answer to everything, even when speaking to the adults! Sora was proud to have him as a best friend.

Another fit of giggles erupted from the two girls. What are they laughing about? Sora didn’t understand girls at all. Selphie was the only girl around Sora’s age, but she never wanted to do anything fun! She wasn’t interested in racing to the shack or swimming in the water or playing with swords. All she wanted to do was talk and build sandcastles. Boring. Yet Sora couldn’t peel his eyes away from the girl with bright red hair. Kairi, was it? There was something different about her.

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After pre-k, the children made a habit of rowing to the play islands. When they were younger, they could only go to the island when their parents were available. But with Riku and Wakka being the oldest of the group, they convinced the parents to trust them. Well, Riku did most of the convincing, but it worked nonetheless.

Sora and Riku just finished an incredibly heated race and needed to take a breather. As they were catching their breath, a pair of sandals approached them.

“Hi there!” “—H…hiya.” The new girl?!? What is she doing here? “Hello. It’s nice to meet you,” Riku cut in, “I’m Riku and this shorty is my best friend Sora.” “Hey, my mom said if I drink a whole lot of milk, I’ll be taller than everyone! I bet I’ll even be taller than those trees!” “That’s impossible.” “No it’s not!” “Yes it is.” “No—“ Suddenly a burst of the joyful laughter Sora heard before erupted from the new girl. It sounded like… well Sora didn’t know what it sounded like. He just knew that hearty giggle made him feel all tingly… in a good way! Riku must have felt something too, because that infectious laughter had the both of them smiling ear to ear. “My name is—“ “Kairi, right? We heard the teacher introduce you earlier.” So Riku WAS paying attention. And he had the nerve to poke fun of me for watching her interact with Selphie. “—Wait a second, weren’t you hanging out with Selphie?” “Yup. She introduced me to Tidus and Wakka, but then they started arguing, so I decided to see what you two were up to.” And lo and behold, Sora and Riku could make out an angry Selphie frantically shaking her finger at an equally angry Wakka and a defeated looking Tidus. “So, what are you up to?” “We just finished a really intense race! You should’ve seen my victory!” “Don’t you mean my victory?” “No way! I totally got here first.” “No you didn’t.” “Did so!” “Did not.” “Did—“ Suddenly Sora could feel those unfamiliar blue eyes watching him. He didn’t feel like arguing anymore. “I… It doesn’t matter,” Sora conceded to Riku’s shock. That was usually his job. “Kairi’s here now, so let’s ask what she wants to do,” Sora said as he turned to face her with a wide grin. “What… what I want to do?” “Sure! Let’s play together!” “Hmm…” Kairi carefully considered their options. The boys looked pretty tired from their race, so that was out of the question. And nobody brought a swimsuit, so they couldn’t go swimming. What to do? What to do? Her bright blue eyes grew even bigger as inspiration struck. “How about we build a sandcastle?” she asked with confidence. “That’s a great idea Kairi,” Riku concurred. Sora, however, immediately regretted asking Kairi for her input. “Ye—yeah,” he managed to choke out. Sandcastles. How fun.

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The three sat on the wet sand ready to get their hands dirty, when they were startled by loud shouts coming from the opposite end of the island. Whatever argument Selphie and Wakka have gotten into has clearly escalated. And poor Tidus was caught in the middle of it.

“You guys can get started without me. I better see what’s going on.” That’s Riku for you. Always the responsible one. But in this case, Sora wanted to go instead. Anything was better than building sandcastles. However, Riku was already halfway across the island before Sora could protest.

Kairi picked up a nearby bucket and started filling it with sand. She never made a sandcastle before, but she knew what castles looked like! Or at least, she had an idea of what castles looked like. Kairi wondered what it would be like to live in a castle, but quickly pushed the thought out of her mind when it was time to flip over the bucket. She slowly lifted the compacted pail and… “Perfect!” she thought. She lifted her head to see if Sora was admiring her work, but found him pushing around sand with a stick looking unsure of what to do.

Oh no. He doesn’t look like he’s having fun. Was this a bad idea? Kairi was starting to doubt her decision until she spotted a shovel next to her foot.

“Here.” Kairi handed the plastic yellow shovel to Sora. “You can dig the moat.” “The moat…” Sora repeated, “what’s a moat?” “It’s a giant hole filled with water that goes around the castle.”  “Why would you want a giant hole filled with water around a castle?” “To protect the princess! You fill the hole with piranhas and sharks and uh… jellyfish so bad guys can’t capture the princess!” “Castles have piranhas and sharks and jellyfish!?!?” Sora was starting to think maybe sandcastles weren’t as boring as he once believed. “Of course! They also have traps that are meant to capture any enemies who dare to enter. And if a bad guy somehow gets passed the moat and the traps, he would have to fight against a lot of strong knights.” “Woah! Knights! What are we waiting for? We have to help them!” Sora jammed the shovel into the sand as fast as possible to create a moat as deep as the ocean. “Do you like knights, Sora?” “Obviously! Knights are the coolest. They wear shiny armor and use weapons that can take down dragons and are the strongest people in the world!” “Hehe, if you like knights so much Sora, you should be one!” “Re—really?” Sora wasn’t sure why, but he suddenly felt embarrassed. “Th-then if I’m a knight, you have to be the princess.” “Oh—okay.” Kairi was suddenly feeling hot. Must be the island weather. She wasn’t quite used to the heat. “Alright!” Sora’s previous embarrassment was replaced with a newfound enthusiasm. “Don’t worry Kairi, I’ll be the toughest knight around. Nobody will be able to defeat me, not even Riku! I’ll protect you from all the bad guys.” “Then, I’ll protect you too!” Sora’s enthusiasm was rubbing off on the redhead. “What? Princesses don’t protect knights.”  “Why not?” “I’m—I’m not sure.” “Then I’ll be the first.” She beamed at Sora and he smiled back just as wide. If Kairi has the power to make building sandcastles fun, who knows what else she can do? I should ask her to play tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the day after that! We can run and swim and build sandcastles and… who knows? Maybe I can even show her the secret place.

Sora looked up and watched Kairi concentrate on stuffing her bucket to the brim with sand. Almost on cue, she raised her head to make eye contact and let out that whimsical giggle Sora couldn’t get enough of. He definitely wanted to show her the secret place.

As the day turned to dusk, Sora and Kairi worked tirelessly to build an incredible sandcastle. They wanted it to be perfect. After all, they had a promise to keep. It would only be later in life that the two would learn a knight and a princess don’t need a castle to protect each other.

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Notes: Behold! Prompt #2! Featuring an original story this time :D But in all seriousness, thank you for the likes and reblogs on my last post (and the tags... I’ve enjoyed reading them :p) I do have something in the works for tomorrow’s prompt so hopefully I’ll finish in time, but who knows. Anyway, I hope everyone is enjoying sokai week as much as I am!

#sokaiweek2020 #sokaiweek #sora #kairi #sokai #fanfiction #trying this again so it hopefully shows up in the tags this time

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Hey there! Saw your tags about Claude out-barding a bard and it made me wonder, if the Golden Deer had a class DnD game what do you think they'd each play??

I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

Ignatz doesn’t have a character because he is the DM. He and Raphael played it as kids with some other merchant children, and they where reminiscing about it one day after class and Claude overheard and thought it sounded fun and convinced everyone to try it at least once- even Byleth xD. So Ignatz made a really simple one shot, thinking no one was going to really like it much so didn’t plan beyond that, but they all got really attached to their characters and into the game and now they play at least once a week asjdfk Ignatz is unsure about his dm’ing style but everyone seems to like it so he does his best, and he’s p good! He draws all their characters and important NPC’s and finds lots of inspiration from their battles.

Raphael is a half-orc barbarian- he just likes fighting stuff and doesn’t want to worry about magic or anything lmao he just wants to punch and punch h a r d

Claude is playing a half elf, half dwarf warlock. Warlock bc he thought the backstory of the class was fascinating with having to make a deal with some powerful being in exchange for power and your servitude and he really wants to know what loopholes he can find in the deal. (are there loopholes? Can you turn it back on the patron? How many patrons can you have?) And a dwelf bc, well, he thought it was funny lmao. And, of course, since most Warlock spells use charisma so he WAS going to make that his highest stat, but Leonie dared him not to so now it’s his third highest but you know what? He still out charms the bard constantly. Whenever he rolls for charisma fate is just like “It can’t n o t roll well, its freaking Claude von Riegan What am I supposed to do?? Not let him be charismatic?? Absolutely not.”. He has never rolled below a 10 for charisma checks and the bard is convinced he’s cheating.

Byleth is an Aasimar for sure and maybe a rogue. When Ignatz was helping her roll her character and read the description of an Aasimar, Byleth immediately felt an odd connection and immediately picked it, causing Sothis to get v e r y upset she didn’t pick a Dragonborn and kept nagging her to change xD not seeing what Byleth found so interesting about Aasimars. (Byleth promised her next character would be a Dragonborn so Sothis stopped bothering her to change and is now really invested in the Aasimar ajslkfj “QUICK DIVINE PULSE SO WE CAN REROLL THAT DICE” “I’m not going to do that that’s cheating-“ “HE MIGHT D I E BYLETH WE CAN’T LET THAT HAPPEN!” “Oh so I can’t divine pulse teatimes but you can to save a fictional character.” “My divine power I do with it what I want.” Byleth has never actually divine pulsed to reroll, and Sothis denies she ever said to use it in such a frivolous manner afterward, but at least once a session she will suggest it alsdjflsjf.) When Ignatz asked her who she wanted her god to be Byleth panicked and said Sithos (which is just Sothis backwards alsdjflsjf).

Marianne is a half elf Druid- she felt connected to half elf’s often not fitting in to either of their parents world and being isolated, their entire existence feeling like a burden. Also she likes being able to talk to animals and really likes the personalities Ignatz gives them, saying they’re close the real thing. She has a deer animal companion named Dorte. She is really, really attached to her and everyone else’s characters and is the first one to start crying if it looks like someone might die. She really enjoys the RP, finding it fun to be someone else and is invested in helping her character work out her problems.

Hilda is a human cleric. Like Raphael she doesn’t really want to deal with how confusing magic can be (she was going to be a wizard but once she saw how you have to keep track of components and such she peaced), but also she doesn’t want to be a big strong fighter because she’s delicate even in imaginary games and she refuses to be anything that would need to rush into battle. So she ended on cleric bc she figured it was a happy medium with spells less confusing than wizards and sorcerers and being able to heal which is nice and Delicate but turns out... being the team healer is STRESSFUL. She quickly became the teams Tired Mom who stresses about heals and never uses her last spell slot just in case someone needs healing and she constantly worries over the more fight oriented characters like Raphael and Lorenz. Really her mom friend personality jumped out even harder than usual A very aggressive mom friend lmao Raphael fricking keep your character near the group or Hilda will NOT rez you again she swears to the goddess

Lorenz is an elven paladin and he plays it 100% lawful good. He likes being a character of importance and role plays heavily. He has the second highest charisma technically, but like the bard, Claude just keeps outrolling him and it really bothers him but only for diplomatic moments because HIS character is the one who should be dealing with all this high class stuff, NOT the warlock with no previous connections to anything >:(

Leonie is a human ranger. Simple, easy, closest thing to a mercenary or hunter. She always tries to be better at Byleth’s rogue since a few of their skills over cross alksjf

Lysithea plays an elf sorcerer. She picked the most adult, tall, serious class and race in her opinion to show she IS all those things herself, and she does play it well. Though she does have moments of childishness that her character probably wouldn’t have but she can’t help herself lajdkf

Now the big question- Who Is the Bard Claude keeps cucking outrolling???

Sylvain.

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #golden deer #claude von riegan #byleth eisner #hilda valentin goneril #vixenanswersasks #vixenramblesfireemblem #btw Byleths assimar??? looks like Bylad #its just bylad #i had to rush the final few bc i gotta go but hope this is what you wanted!!#thank you for asking :3

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sansy-fresh · 5 years

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a oneshot commission for one @silverdragonms <3

tags: GlitchedDeath (Error/Reaper), Geno-Turned-Error, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Soulmates AU, Roommates AU, Permanent Injury, Happy Ending

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Somehow, this was even more awkward and uncomfortable than Reaper had thought it would be when he sent the ad out. Sure, living with another person you barely knew was going to be weird from the get go, he knew that coming into it, but… this crossed the threshold of weird and into supremely uncomfortable status.

See, he knew his roommate. Or, at least, the person his roommate used to be. Geno, good old Geno, with gnarly ass scars on his eye and always wearing the scarf his dead brother used to wear. He was a pretty metal guy, something Reaper could respect. He and Reaper had been going steady for a few months when it happened.

A car accident, that’s what he’d been told. Somebody hit Geno’s squat little smart car with a pickup and sent it flying. Reaper might have laughed if he wasn’t sitting in a hospital room chair, holding Geno’s hand and waiting for him to wake up.

Geno’s bones had been blackened by the fire that erupted from the burning car, his eyelights blurred and damaged from the smoke. He was almost unrecognizable, if Reaper hadn’t known every part of Geno intimately. And yet… when Geno woke up, he didn’t know who he was.

It’d been hard, watching his significant other devolve into tears and snatch his hand away, screaming for someone to come save him. Reaper had left, sneaking out with a shortcut back to the house he’d shared with his brother. The last he’d heard about Geno, when he finally let go of the hurt and asked, was that he was now going by Error and didn’t remember a bit of his old life.

Reaper had requested they not tell Error about him, and moved away. Anubis helped him move to a city that was hours away, far from the hurt and temptation that was trying to get his Geno back.

Of course, when he was still on his brother’s dime for paying the rent, things were fine. But Anubis had moved to an even farther away city, and while the two of them stayed in contact, Reaper understood completely when his brother stopped paying his rent. He made enough money with his side gigs that he’d have probably been fine, but it was always better to be safe than sorry, in his opinion.

He’d left the Want Ad for a roommate up for a few months, and in the end received only a single application. The handwritten letter for approval had been chickenscratch to read, but he’d gotten the gist. Rent was coming up, groceries were running low and his last job had been two weeks prior, so Reaper had picked up his phone, texted a quick “You’ve been picked to be my roommate.” to the number listed on the application, and waited for them to show up.

When Error showed up to his front door the next day, Reaper had been… very confused. He’d stuttered through his greeting, Error giving him a weird look as he explained that he’d been the one to send in the application.

Well. Since he didn’t really want to let Error know that they had a… history , together, Reaper’d had little choice but to accept. So Error moved in, and they’d studiously avoided each other ever since.

If Error remembered seeing him (being afraid of him) in the hospital, he never showed it, instead keeping to himself and always leaving his portion of the rent in an envelope on the kitchen counter when it came time to pay. Which, that suited Reaper just fine, since seeing what used to be his lover still ached deep in some untouchable part of his soul.

But of course, there were always pitfalls in the road. Such as, the weird moments where Error decided he wanted to be a part of Reaper’s life, whether Reaper wanted it or not.

Such as now.

“But no one else said they could go, right?” Error asked, a bit of a whine to his voice. Or at least to Reaper it sounded like a whine, but he could have been biased, after listening to Error try to harass him into letting him come with him to a death metal concert for the past hour and a half.

“You’re right. They did. So I figured I’d just go by myself, make a night of it.” Reaper said through slightly clenched teeth, packing his to go bag with a little more vehemence than the activity really called for.

There was a huff, Reaper’s eyelights headed for the ceiling as Error crossed his arms.

“I won’t be a bother! And you shouldn’t go alone, who knows what kind of people might be there!”

Reaper felt his entire body tense up, before he made himself relax. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to just let him come along?

In the end he agreed to let Error come, if only so he’d stop looking at him like a kicked puppy. Error had happily, or as happily as he got, packed his own bag and a bottle of water and the two of them had taken off.

Of course, he’d known the entire time it was a bad idea. There was no way Error would enjoy the loud, intense music and vocals, or the push and pull of the crowd that surrounded them. Error was an introvert at best, and a social shut in at worst. There was no way he’d be able to handle all those people screaming lyrics all at once.

He was proven right, unfortunately, when Error turned pale about an hour in and hurried for the nearest bathroom. Reaper dutifully followed him, an “I told you so” on the tip of his teeth before he saw that Error was squatted down, head between his legs. Damn fool was having a panic attack, and it was the old, nearly forgotten love he had for him that had Reaper moving forward, placing one hand on Error’s chest and pressing him up against his own.

Error was so out of it he complied, Reaper exaggerating his breaths to get Error to breathe in deeper, breathe out calmer. It’d worked with Geno, and it seemed to work with Error equally, until the blackened skeleton finally breathed easily on his own.

They sat there, in the cold bathroom for a while, the music making the walls tremble around them as they sat in silence.

“How did I know you?”

Reaper’s eyes blinked open, previously on the edge of dozing off. He certainly wasn’t now, Error blinking back at him with a near innocence in his gaze. Reaper knew better, and answered accordingly.

“When, exactly, are you talking about? Cause I’m almost positive I never met you before you moved in, y’know, and-”

Error slapped his arm, turning to get up in his face with uncharacteristic anger. “You know exactly what I’m talking about asshole. You knew exactly how to calm me down, so you knew me before, now tell me how I knew you!”

Reaper sat, mouth open, before he gently pushed Error away and off of him. “I’m not dealing with your bullshit. Find your way back home yourself.” And with that he took a shortcut to the nearest bar, fully intent on getting wasted.

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Shortcutting back to the apartment, Reaper was ready for a long sleep and a hard morning, shuffling into the dark living room and hissing when the light was suddenly flipped on. He glanced up from under his fingers, only to find a near furious Error waiting for him, pajamas on and arms crossed.

“You are going to fucking explain to me what our relationship was, or I swear to the stars I’ll leave and never fucking look back.”

Reaper wanted to scream. He wanted to lash out, wanted to hurt the person that had, albeit unintentionally, hurt him. But he was so tired, so exhausted, he just wanted to sleep and forget this night had ever happened.

So he waved Error off, hiccuping as he jerked a thumb back to the door. “No one’s stoppin’ ya. Go ‘head.” It would hurt, his Geno leaving again, but it wasn’t like he hadn’t survived it the first time. It’d hurt like a motherfucker but he’d survive.

Error stared at him, gobsmacked, before the tears began to fall, his eyes scrunching shut as he wailed, “JUST TELL ME!”

“WE WERE SOULMATES, OKAY??” Reaper huffed, all the air knocked out of him as he stared down a shocked Error. “We were soulmates. Ya didn’ remember me. Tha’s all.”

Error’s mouth hung open, gaping as he tried to make sense of what Reaper said. Then, without another word, he turned and sped back down the hall to his room, the door slamming shut. Reaper winced at the loud sound, hand coming up to cradle his skull as he switched the light off and headed for the kitchen.

Ginger ale was a balm to his soul, easing the nausea enough that if he laid down, he’d likely not have to get back up again. Sipping at his little cup of the stuff, he shuffled down to his room, pausing outside of Error’s door just long enough to catch the sound of muffled sobs before he moved along, wincing.

He settled on the edge of his bed, sockets stinging as he sipped at his ginger ale until it was gone, setting the cup on the bedside table before laying down. He didn’t know how to fix things, doubted Error would want to live here any longer knowing what they were. If he were in the same situation, he wouldn’t have wanted to stay, that was for certain. Even if Error did stay after this, things would be even more awkward and uncomfortable than they’d already been.

Reaper turned on his side, hiccuping as he blinked away the tears. It didn’t matter how he felt. Not when his soulmate was in the other room sobbing because he didn’t remember him. Of course, since when had his own feelings mattered?

Eventually, he fell into a fitful sleep, barely covered with a ratty sheet as he finally let the tears fall.

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It was the light that woke him up first, the pressure on his chest second. Reaper blinked at the light coming through his curtains, cursing his own laziness in not just buying black out curtains like Anubis had suggested. He only noticed the pressure after it shifted, a puff of displaced air hitting his chest as whatever it was moved.

He glanced over, and was shocked to find Error laying next to him, a large pillow and a thick blanket between them, blocking any actual physical contact. It was so familiarly Error that for a moment, Reaper was unsure what was wrong about the situation.

At least, until Error’s sockets suddenly popped open, his blurred eyelight constricting as he looked up at Reaper. He looked scared, shocked, and most of all guilty. Reaper wasn’t really sure what it was he had to feel guilty about, except maybe pushing him the night before, but...

After a long moment of awkward silence, Reaper opened his mouth to say something, some sort of deflection, but Error beat him to it.

“I just… I felt safer in here…” His voice cracked, his hands trembling as he gripped the blanket that covered him from chin to toe. It was one of the blankets Reaper remembered Geno favored.

Reaper’s eyes widened, Error blushing as he glanced away, before turning his back to him, clearly intent on hiding away even if he didn’t get out of bed.

Reaper studied him for a moment, taking in the tense shoulders and trembling hands, and gave a mental shrug. “Okay. Just wake me up when you want breakfast.”

With that he turned over himself, closing his eyes and giving Error plenty of room in case he wanted to get out of the bed. There was a brief movement, then what felt like Error settling in behind him once more, sighing.

Reaper shook his head, but couldn’t help the tiny smile on his face.

#fresh writes #unusual fresh #commission #sanscest #glitcheddeath #error sans #reapertale sans #angst #hurt/comfort #car accident #permanent injury

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shewhowantsmouseears · 5 years

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weblena fairy-tale Au drabble

so I wanted to give this a shot, and I attempted to make it a short fluffy thing but my brain said NO, LONG, ANGST, brain i just want cute dokidokis NO I WANT DRAMA goddammit brain can we try to do both NO PROMISES

anyway here you are

Sometimes it was amusing to just watch Webby work her magic – or attempt her magic. At times, it felt a little mean, but Lena would never call herself a nice person. So she stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrow raised as she saw Webby making all sorts of ridiculous poses with her wand before dramatically pointing it at one of Lena's old clothes. The wand would make a few sputtering noises, like a fish gasping for air, before letting out a few pink sparks, and that was all. Webby would grunt in frustration, and then the process would start all over again.

Lena glanced at what Webby was trying to enchant. Given Lena's horrid living conditions under her aunt, her clothes were limited. If it fit, it stayed, no matter how ugly, ragged or dirty it got. The dress laying on a wooden chair had reached the point of no return, and nowadays was being used as a rag to clean the windows. There was no love lost there, so her attentions easily turned back to the young fairy who waved her arms like a flapping hummingbird. Webby's determination could be incredibly annoying or rather endearing, depending on her goal at the moment. Lena could tell that Webby would be at this all day, so she mercifully cleared her throat as Webby tried to stand on her head.

With a surprised “oof!”, Webby rolled over onto her back, glancing up at who interrupted her concentration. “Oh. Hi Lena! You're home early.”

“The old hag said I was getting in her way.” Lena shrugged one shoulder dismissively. “So, you plan on telling me what you're doing, or do I get to play the guessing game? Reminder, I'm not fond of that game.”

“It was going to be a surprise... if I got it right.” Webby finally sat up, before getting on her feet and brushing herself down. “As you know, I managed to convince Lord Scrooge McDuck to throw a birthday ball for the boys!”

“'Convince' is an interesting choice of words,” Lena mused, recalling how Webby had spent five straight days attaching herself to Scrooge's leg with “please please please” uttered after every breath. That was the most she knew about what happened, anyway – she chose to spend limited time in the nearby kingdom, as her reputation wasn't exactly stellar. She had no idea how Webby had, completely accidentally, charmed Scrooge over with an adventure involving mythical creatures and a kazoo. Then again, if she had been told, she wouldn't have been terribly surprised. Webby had an odd way of worming into people's hearts. Lena was convinced Webby could get anyone to adore her – anyone save Magica, but then, Magica was only capable of loving herself.

“Everybody's going to come,” Webby continued, “and that includes you. This will be your big moment, your grand introduction into high society! I've got it all figured it out. We wait until the majority of the kingdom has arrived, the party's in full swing, the music's about to start.” By this point Webby had begun to pantomime the ball's events, which led her to miss Lena's eyerolling. Lena had no interest in princes, balls, dances, or any of that hoity-toity garbage. What a waste of time and money. “Just then, you arrive, and in the world's most beautiful dress! Everybody stares in awe at this mysterious, alluring goddess! Who could she be?”

“A-huh.” Lena felt heat rising in her cheeks. She had no idea why Webby tended to use such... unusual vocabulary when it came to describing Lena, but it wasn't always unwelcome. “Let me guess. One of the princes sees me, falls for me, we dance some romantic waltz, night ends, I leave, he pines, blah blah blah, happily ever after.”

Webby paused, glancing over at her pet project. “I'm getting the feeling you're not exactly excited about this.”

“What was your first clue?”

“Aw, c'mon, balls are fun! … So I've heard.”

“Pass.” Lena walked into the room, figuring she might as well get a head-start on her chores as long as she was here. Maybe she could rearrange the spell-books and try to find one Magica wouldn't miss.

“But think of all the friends you could make!” Webby tagged along after her.

“Pass.”

“It'll be a night away from Magica!”

“Pass.”

“... There's free food?”

Lena hesitated, her hand on one green tome wedged between two red ones. She glanced at Webby, she of hopeful desires and sparkles in her eyes. “... If they have those little hot dogs, I might go.”

“YAY YOU'RE GOING!” Webby cheered out loud, bouncing around the room for a moment before retreating back to the chair and dress. “You're going to have the night of your life! Everyone's going to love you! They won't be able to take your eyes off you!” She then pointed the wand at the dress and... nothing. Her entire body deflated. “... Soon as I can master this spell.”

“What is this spell, anyway?” Lena resumed pushing the books back and forth. “I've seen you change your look a dozen times, why's this one so hard for you?”

“Different materials, I think.” Webby tugged down on her skirt. “Fae don't typically give a hoot about what they wear, beyond their favorite colors. We're supposed to have a 'we look good in anything' attitude. Besides, this is totally different. It's you! You deserve to have a really lovely dress! One that wows everyone!”

“You're thinking about this too hard.” Lena pulled out an especially thin tome to lightly tap Webby on the head. “Look, putting a nice dress on a donkey doesn't change the fact that it's still a donkey.”

Webby looked aghast, a hand to her chest. “You are not a donkey!”

“Pack-mule?” Lena smirked, mostly kidding, but Webby still wore a look of abject horror. Lena flipped the book back into its proper place on the shelf. Nearby, a vanity mirror hung in place, and Lena avoided her reflection. “Fact is, I'm not charming anyone. So just relax, and put me in... whatever. Never really cared about what I wore.” Granted, this was mostly because she had no say in the matter. Magica would never spend good coin on fancying up what was essentially her slave. “Here, how about this?” She placed the chair aside, and gestured to herself. “Maybe you'll have better luck on something I'm actually wearing.”

Webby bit down, unsure. The idea did have merit, and there was one famous Fairy Godmother who had done exactly that. On the other hand, that same Godmother was widely ridiculed for giving her charge glass slippers, of all things. “I... guess I could try? If it's okay with you.”

“I'm standing right here. It's okay with me.”

Webby looked down at her hand, rolling it in her fingers. Well, nothing was going to get done if she wasn't confident about it. This was for Lena, who deserved the best things in life, and thus, the best attempts. Perhaps she was looking at the spell all wrong. Now that she Lena in front of her, she could try to visualize something beyond a vague pretty dress. She inhaled deeply, and took a step back, willing up the magic in her veins, closing her eyes, focusing on one singular thought.

I want everyone to see you... the way I see you.

There was no silly arm movements this time – just one simple wave of her wand, which let out a colorful stream of rich blues like ocean water, and it suddenly swirled around Lena, who made a startled noise in her throat – to be fair, she hadn't thought this would work. She merely wanted Webby to give up and move on to her next insane plan, so her feelings wouldn't be hurt too much. So much for that plan.

Lena shut her eyes as well, not wanting to admit she was a little scared. Webby would never intentionally harm her, but Lena had seen the worst that magic could do, under Magica's hand. But there was no pain here, because this wasn't a punishment. She felt a cooling breeze, a soft embrace, serenity throughout her skin and feathers. Her clothes were changing, she could feel it, but it wasn't just that. She felt changes on her fingers through her hair and on her face, and she had to swallow an urge to scream. But it was as over as quickly as it had started, and she allowed herself to sigh in relief. She was still whole, in one piece.

Webby was the first one to open her eyes, and when she did, she never wanted to close them again. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she found herself making an undignified “Uh.”

Lena couldn't help but burst into laughter, opening her eyes next. “That bad, huh? I told you, Webby...” But she trailed off, now able to see Webby's reaction. It wasn't embarrassment, humiliation, or even disgust. Her eyes were wide, her jaw hanging open, and her cheeks were flushed so red that for half a second Lena wondered if she injured herself somehow. Webby was struggling, and failing, to make a coherent sentence. Her pupils danced around, trying to accurately record everything about Lena. “I. It. You.” It was adorable, but also worrying.

“What?” Lena asked, and got no answer. She huffed, and reluctantly went to the mirror, as clearly that was the only thing that was going to help her right now. “What's the big deal?”

Wait... who was this stranger that entered the house? After several long seconds, Lena understood that the stranger was her.

The torn patches of brown cloth were gone. Here was a ballroom dress of night-sky blue, with stars and constellations around every curve. As she raised her hand to touch her cheek, she could see that a strip of cloth from each sleeve extended to her middle fingers, a golden ring around the first knuckle. Her lips were gently coated in the colors of the cosmos, her hair having grown long enough to spiral down her shoulder, with different shades of galaxies and stardust. As she felt her skin, she knew this was real, and every small moment revealed another universe of night, all encompassing and all welcoming.

“Is this... me?” It was a stupid question, but Lena wasn't feeling particularly brilliant at the moment. How was this possible? All her life she'd been told, and thus was convinced, she was an ugly little girl, a worthless cretin, a waste of space and skin. The world was full of lovely creatures and she simply wasn't one of them. Yet here she stood, and she could not deny that she looked beautiful, even as it felt weird to even think it.

It's just magic, the cynical side of her tried to speak up. It's not the real you. And it was tempting to believe this. But she spotted Webby in the mirror too – still sporting that stunned stupid expression – and knew that Webby wouldn't have tried to change Lena into something else entirely. She merely... brought out what was possible in people. A nice dress, a bit of make-up, but in the end it was still her. It was still her face, and her body, and it always had the potential to be anything Lena wished it could. She felt her eyes grew wet, and immediately tried to put a stop to it by rubbing her face. “I, um... that's not half bad.” She choked, a messed-up laugh following. “Th-thanks, Webby, I... It looks good. I mean it.”

Webby needed a minute to realize she was being spoken to, and it finally brought her back to reality. “Oh! Oh, yeah, I, um. Hm! Yes. Good. Very good.” It felt like her mouth was falling down the stairs. She glanced down at her wand, in disbelief that she had done it. But, hey! Maybe she was closer to Fairy Godmother status than she thought! The moment Lena stepped into the ballroom, everyone would be on their knees for a proposal. She could see the entire scene now – Lena walking down the long entrance stairs, her hand on the wooden railing, the other lightly picking up her dress to keep from tripping. Heads would turn, and the music would falter before picking up again, but softer and lighter this time. The warm candles would illuminate her eyes, her heels clicking quietly on the floor, and then she would find the one she was meant to be with, and their eyes would lock, and then she... she would take their hand, and... and, uh... they would... do the dancing... thing... and... gosh it was getting hard to think.

Lena was hesitant to move, not wanting to rip the dress, but she didn't want to stay in one place either. Placing her faith in her balance, she walked up to Webby, and gently took her hands. “You're pretty amazing, you know?”

Webby was, again, at a loss for words, which was nuts because she was proud of her extended vocabulary. Her palms felt sweaty, and she wanted to let go of Lena but she also didn't want to let go of Lena. Maybe it was the heels Lena was wearing but Webby was suddenly very aware of the height difference between them – and the fact that her heart was beating so fast she would've thought the next ten kingdoms over could hear it. “I try,” she squeaked, giggling nervously before making another attempt. “But, but yeah! No one will be able to tear themselves away from you at the ball! If the boys don't fall head over heels in love with you after they see you in this, they've got no taste.”

“I suppose so.” Lena couldn't care less what the boys thought, or what anyone else thought for that matter. “If this dress is a combination of you and me together, then I'd say our taste is fantastic.” She held Webby's hands up to her chest and hear Webby make a sound similar to a frog croaking. It felt mean to tease her like this – but, again, Lena didn't consider herself to be nice. “But even with these fancy duds on... I still have no idea what goes on at those parties. How to act, or how to dance... it would be helpful if my fairy godmother came along for the ride.”

“... Really?” Was Webby allowed to tend to such events? She racked her head, trying to think of a time when that was considered inappropriate, but didn't find any answers. “... Okay! Sure! I'll be right beside you! I've never been to one, but I'll do all the research! I'm sure they've got some kind of dancing tutor up in that castle, how hard can it be? I'll be your wingman! Winggirl!”

“You could go as my friend.” Lena suggested.

Webby gasped. “I could go as your friend!” She repeated. What a novel concept! “Oooh, this is going to be great! I'll introduce you to everyone! 'Hey, everyone, this is Lena! She's my best friend'! And then they'll want to know all about you, so I get to tell them, and then they'll want to know about me, and I'll tell them...” Webby continued babbling about all the entertaining possibilities, and Lena allowed her to ramble.

It was always all about Lena, wasn't it? What did Webby get out of this? Sure, she wanted to rise up the ranks and go from being a mere fairy to a Fairy Godmother, but still, this didn't feel like a job. Webby actually cared about Lena's happiness, which was still puzzling to Lena herself. What had she done to deserve it? It didn't seem fair – especially when Lena still didn't want to follow the destiny Webby was so sure was set out for her. She didn't want to marry a guy she barely knew and live like a pompous jerk. This was all just a step in a road to disappointment, and guilt weighed heavily on Lena's heart.

Without warning, Lena pulled Webby into her arms, holding her tight, and Webby shut up instantly. Webby was now sure that Lena must feel Webby's rapidly beating heart and wasn't mentioning it to be polite. She swallowed, and tried to turn her head. “Lena?”

The right thing to do would be to let Webby go and tell her to get out, and never return. The right thing to do would be to tell Webby that no matter what she tried, Lena would make her own footsteps. The right thing to do would be to stop stringing Webby along so she could give someone else the care she was so eager to give. But Lena was not good. She was not nice. She was... she was a wretched, awful person. She was the niece of the wicked Magica De Spell. There was no changing that, no matter how pretty she could become on the outside.

Webby pulled back enough to see Lena's face, and didn't understand the agony forming in Lena's eyes. “What's wrong? What can I do?”

Lena was afraid if she spoke, everything would spill out. She lightly touched Webby's cheek, mentally begging for forgiveness that she knew she didn't deserve.

Webby didn't blink. Ye gods and goddesses, if Prince Charming didn't want to kiss Lena once he got this close, he would have to be out of his mind. Curious how her mind went that way. And – maybe – if Lena didn't know how to – not that Webby did either – would it be so wrong if – you know – maybe- just maybe – they could practice before – these things were important – practice -

POOF!

A blue fluff of smoke billowed around Lena, and in the space of a second, she was back to rags and dirt. Both girls looked down at the sudden transformation, looked at each other, and then, in a great wave of relief, began laughing hysterically. Lena lost the strength in her legs and wound up on the floor with Webby still in her arms, and they laughed and kicked around until they could no longer breathe. As they struggled to catch their breath, they wound up on their backs, fighting tears, slapping the floor.

“Was that even five minutes?!” Lena managed to break a sentence free before going back into gleeful giggles.

“Oh, shut up!” Webby replied, rolling back and forth, trying to cover her mouth with her hands. “I'm getting better! I just need more practice!”

“That dress wouldn't have even lasted through one song!”

“It would have lasted for a couple of bars!”

“Oh, really? Do, rei, mi, POOF!” And they wound up laughing all over again, grateful to not be thinking about what they were formerly thinking about.

This went on for some time, managing to get their act together only to collapse into more fits soon after. Eventually Lena resumed her chores, with Webby's help, and as always Webby made sure to leave long before Magica returned home so no suspicion could be met. The ball wouldn't be for several weeks, so there was plenty of time for Webby to perfect the spell.

But those weeks would seem awfully long, especially when there were nights neither of them could sleep, wracked with thoughts of things that were supposed to be, and things that they wished could be.

The next time Lena saw starlight, she wept, for reasons known only to herself.

#fanfic #ducktales 2017 #weblena #webby vanderquack #lena de spell #I JUST WANTED WEBBY BEING A OBLIVIOUS CRUSH #WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF

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Dark Magician Collection!

I wanted to give a detailed view and update of my DM card collection since I have ‘finished’ it - at least as far as I can. 2 cards are still missing, but I can’t find them online atm. Goal was to have all English and German prints - there are some other nice ones in my collection, too! You will see :D

Long post ahead!

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Starting of with the very old starter deck cards and the secret rares of this artwork (which is my favourite - who would have guessed!) I really love the secret rares of this artwork and secret rare as a rarity in general <3 But as you can see, the DDS card has a crease - but I’m okay with that since it dropped it worth to an amount I could buy :’D Maybe I will get a flawless one in the future. The card itself funnily is without scratches. I would really like to know how the bend happend.

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Next up: DUSA ultra rares - which I don’t like very much since for some reason the duelist saga UR is not very appealing to me. The foil is weird. The CT13 tin promos are great tho ;D The others are commons, so nothing special to say about them.

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Trivia time! I will use the CT13 cards as an example since they’re here :U American und European cards often slightly differ in colour and brightness in general. American versions are often lighter and that’s why there are many players who prefer them over the European prints (at least here in Europe, can’t say anything about other places). The right one is an American print and the purple is a lot warmer and the ornaments on the armor are more pink (but I couldn’t capture that on a single pic alone, so just imagine it ;D)

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Here we have the lasts cards of artwork 1 - The oldest DM I have in the left corner with signatures of my old school buddies which I let them give me before moving away all the years ago. This card is heavily damaged :’D on the spot right to it is a card I was very unsure about putting it into the collection since it actually is an OCG card even if it’s English. It’s a promo card from the 2015 Japanese championship. BUT I got it relatively cheap on ebay a few weeks ago, so well, I won’t complain. Also here: The ghost rare DM and another 2015 promo - but in Korean - both 201 promo cards have the same rarity (Millennium Rare) so I assume tehy’re the same card...? Moving to the right we have the original booster pack 1 - LOB - Dark Magician and below the cards from the second Yugi themed starter deck. One of the LOB magicians (German) belonged to a friend (one of them who signed the card on the left) and it was a very hard fight for getting him to trade it as a kid. But I never gave it away afterwards. I met this friend again, 12 years later, and he actually remembered and was very happy about (and still slightly mad since he collects all old cards and this one was hard to get for him again) me keeping it <3

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Just a try to get the millennium rare effect on camera, but it’s actually hard to do - there are hieroglyphs all over the card!

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Detail shot of the ghost rare card - this rarity is so cool. It has a little 3D effect and the colours only come through in the perfect light (artificial light works much better than sunlight for some reason) - but it can’r be captured in only one photo. So enjoy the nice eye he has here - they really pop out in the ghost rare!

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Moving on to the page of shame since this is the page with the last missing 2 cards - which are the red rare and blue rare English DL11 Dark Magician. I actually bought the blue rare - but it went missing in the shipping process. It’s a shame. This makes me sad and angry. But besides that, I like the coloured rares. I don’t know, but it just adds a nice twist to the normally a little boring rares.

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I don’t have much to say about this page... the Retro Pack DM are nice URs and we have 2 SCRs again... Oh! I know what to tell you about them: this artworks BPT print is quite cheap - the other one, 1st artwork, is most times actually expensive. And the FL1 SCR has the most disappointing foil I’ve ever seen. I tried to capture it on the next pic:

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You can guess the SCR effect, but it’s so bad/weak I had this card for weeks until I read online that it’s a SCR card - I didn’t even realise it! I thought it’s a normal rare on the first glance :’D You can guess how weak it is in comparison to the BPT card on the right which is also not the brightest SCR, but this one is glittering like crazy next to FL1

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The last card (DLG1) of artwork two on the left with two random Japanese cards I happend to have - look how worn out they are! I had them for a very long time, getting them as a teenanger, and I don’t know where they came from. There were a lot of Japanese cards flowing around in my childhood. On the right we got Arkanas best buddy - he only got this one print in German and English and they’re not even that old. It’s a shame they took so long to get printed in the TCG. The Japanese one again is one of the cards I had for a long time - it came from a pack in which DMG, Dark Magic Curtain, Thousand Knives and Magical Box also were included (correct me if I’m wrong, I may not remember it correctly) The card on the bottom right... I don’t know what it is, but the artwork is cool :D

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I mean, look at it!

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Artwork number 4! Structure deck cards in the top left, below them promos from the old PC game (they have a nice SCR effect which glitters like this # instead of a straight line or /) On the right some commons and the sexy ultimate rares.

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They’re just cool.

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The most valuable page in this binder- because of the baby sitting in the bottom right corner <3 But first, take a look to the left. Top row: commons which also came in the structure/starter deck in which the UMR were included. Bottom row: SCRs but with a shimmer which goes like this: / Top right: URs Bottom right: The two almost identical prints with the most difference in value in the whole collection - the left one is a few € and the right one is a few 100 :’D This P in the serial number must be really valuable. Sad thing: They’re only rares with some starfoil thing going on (I don’t know how the rarity is called, it’s not actually starfoil since there are no stars on it but dots). It’s a shame. They’re not even very pretty :’D

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This page is interesting again since we’re switching artworks :D But I would like to add that the DB1 prints here do have the colour difference between American and European version again (but I didn’t capture it in an additional photo this time) - I mostly own European English versions, so I thought I could mention it again ;> JUMPing to the right (badumm-tss) we have artwork #5 with the promos out of the Jump magazine and the first apprearance of the true Black Magician ;P Below them is one the old promotional cards they had ind the Banzai magazine (I guess). The Magical Circle next to it was just a thing I got as an addition and it was fitting to also put it here instead of losing it in my other cards.

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Another shot of the Jump cards to show some things. First of: They don’t have the bold grey border the artworks usually have on all cards - I did realise this lately. It finally made sense to me why I always thought they look strange! It was a mind-blown-moment. And second: You can see that at some point they changed the size of the picture on the card in direct comparison! And for some reason the newer print (right) is more crisp and a little brighter.

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Artwork #6 - which is pretty nice btw - and the very sexy field center card released this year plus an old bandai card. The tag for the bottom left row is missing since they are the newest prints (came in the Yugi-Kaiba-Deck duo box this year) and I simply was to lazy to stick one of my beautiful tags on them :’D It would have been very nice to have the golden parts on the field center card shiny gold/metallic printed tho.

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Movie artwork and also the last artwork for now - until the new one hits the stores on 22.12.18 in Japan. I should have sorted them in an other way starting with the URs, going to the gold rares and endling with the gold secret rares which are the ultimate shiny glitter-fuck-fest you can have :’D I love them. In the right corner is the Token card from the tins last year and a very nice business card of a German online card shop infront of my Konami ID card. This way I will never lose or forget to bring it since I’m always travelling with my magicians if I’m going for some plays or the small weekly tournament in my city.

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Last additional page - the coloured rares again but in French! :D Exept the purple rare, it’s missing. But instead I put an anime orica in there. And since the oversized DM card also got a serial number and it’s English it’s in my collection, too ;D

Wow, this was a ride. It took me about 1,5 hours to write this wall of text and put pictures in and so on. I actually have a second binder slowly filling up with DMs, but they’re not unique prints and just all the cards in here over again since I just trade for every DM I can get :U It’s fun!

I don’t know for which cards I’m going next. Maybe some more European ones like Spanish, French, Portoguese or Italian or just gong for the Japanese and Korean cards. Maybe a little of both. Just get what I can grab.

#yugioh #dark magician #trading cards #dark magician collection #trading card collection #aka where all my money goes #but look at them sexy bois and you'll agree it's worth it #I'm a huge nerd #if it comes to DM cards it is

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