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ladylooch · 1 year

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Omg would you please do a blurb of the morning after having sex with hischier? I feel like it would be so sweet and pure 🥹

A/N: Ohhhh yasssss. There are some prompts that I'm just like yes, duh, of course, I would never say no to that. This is one of them. Back to fluffy Nico! 💕

Word Count: 871

Warnings: lil mentions of mature content, but not enough for a warning

His touch is light at first.

A single finger curled against my cheek, ghosting over the skin like a tickle.

When that doesn’t get my eyes to open, he adds each one of the back of his knuckles to his strokes. He starts at the top of my cheek bone, then skims down to my lips, gently pulling my puffy lip down.

“I’m trying to woo you a bit, but I need your help.” He murmurs. My lips spread into a smile, fully giving away that I’m awake. My eyes open, connecting with his figure sitting on the side of the bed. My breathing hitches at how good he looks in his sweatpants and Devils shirt, a backwards hat lazily thrown over his wild, sleep hair.

“Oh hi.” He tilts his head, biting his lip as I squint at the sunlight coming in behind him.

“How do you take your coffee?”

“Iced with low fat milk. Vanilla too if that’s an option.”

“You got it, beautiful.” He leans down, capturing my lips with his. My hand comes up, threading through the hair at the base of his neck, bumping his hat slightly off his head. His tongue appears, running along the seam of my lips, tangling with mine for a moment before pulling away. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.” He gives me one last quick peck before disappearing from his apartment.

While he is gone, I rush into the bathroom, fixing my hair into a cute pony tail and wiping off as much of my smeared make up as I can. I swig some mouthwash I found digging through his bathroom cabinets, disappointed that I forgot to toss my toothbrush into my purse before I left for our fourth date. I’m scrolling through Instagram when he returns. I toss my phone to the side, sitting up to accept the plastic cup from him.

“Oh! I love this place!” I squeal excitedly, looking at the logo etched in black.

“Yeah, you mentioned it on our second date.”

“Yeah, super casually.” I snort, surprised he remembered. But, I’m learning that’s just Nico. He watches my face intently as I take a sip. I sigh heavily, eyes closing and savoring the lifeline of liquid. Nico grins. “Best coffee in the city.” He takes a sip of his, then studies me for a moment.

“Before this morning, that was my least favorite shirt.” He motions to the fabric covering my body. It’s an unassuming shirt with the logo of the team he plays for. “Thought it was bad luck.”

“I’ve changed your mind?”

“Yeah. About a lot of things.” He reaches into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, pulling out a packaged, pink toothbrush. “I went with pink because of your purse.” He gestured to where it is tossed in the corner hastily tipped over with some contents spilling out. I take it from his hands, biting my cheek to keep from grinning obnoxiously at him. “Thought this could stay here… for next time.”

My cheeks flush, remembering the way he worshipped me last night from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. He’s more than generous and changing my mind about what incredible sex really is.

“Are you actually real?” I ask with a slight laugh, tossing the toothbrush on the nightstand and moving to straddle his lap. I still have my coffee as I lean down to kiss him. Our tongues immediately intertwine. Nico moans into my mouth, making my heart flutter and heat rush between my thighs. One of his arm wraps around my waist and the other grabs my coffee from my hand. He picks me up, setting the coffee down and then laying me on the bed. He lays over me, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble, encouraging my leg to wrap around his hips. His fingers stroke the outer part of my thigh, igniting a match in my core.

Buzz, buzz.

We both look at his phone, seeing the reminder telling him it’s time to leave for the rink.

“I gotta go… I’m sorry.” He pulls back from our heavy kissing to heave a disgruntled sigh. He rests our foreheads together, eyes closed, breathing the same air for as long as possible until he pulls completely away. “I’d stay if i could, I promise.”

“I know.” Because I do. I can feel it between my thighs.

“Stay as long as you want.”

“When will you be back?” I ask as he stuffs his phone back into his pocket. He adjusts himself in his pants making me grin. He shrugs cockily like he’s happy with me seeing how much he wants me.

“Like noon? If you don’t have plans, we can go to lunch when I’m back. Best pizza in New Jersey is at the end of this block.”

“Okay.”

I have a laundry list of things to do including laundry. I need to get groceries. I need to meal prep for the week. I need to clean my apartment, which looks like a tornado came through after getting ready last night.

But Nico HIschier is asking me to stay and who the hell am I to say no to that face?

#Nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fan fiction #NHL fan fiction #nhl writing #my writing #writing request #New Jersey devils #nj devils

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 20 days

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⭐star⭐ for something you're dying to talk about

And Director's commentary: The Yoreen wedding!

Two things to talk about???? Natasha, you spoil me. But also, you opened yourself up for too many words as I try to be articulate. Remember that.

My dealers choice is gonna be me having emotions about Yorick & Cannibal, & then I will try to be coherent about the Yoreen wedding

So Yorick claiming Nasty Grandpa. The prelude for that is him being left alone on the Dragonmont when Ella's plan went off the rails & she claimed Vermithor. I allude to it in text, but I never outright state what happened. Quick & dirty version is that Vermithor swept the 2 stolen eggs off the ledge when he took flight, & Yorick only grabbed one before trying to head back down the volcano. The Cannibal ate the one he didn't grab/find, & then went trawling for more easy snacks before landing in front of Yorick. Some magic woo woo bullshit about Valyrians being part dragon probably, plus both of them having heightened emotions that at their core kind of call out to each other, plus Yorick having a healthy level of fear & respect that kept him from "trying" Cannibal, plus giving him what he wanted (the egg) saved that little boy's life & kind of got them half way there in terms of having a bond.

Half perched on the outermost wall was The Cannibal, feet clutching to the black stone and wings on the ground of the outer bailey, with one of them blocking the archway into the garden. Half of the massive body hung into the castle’s grounds as it heaved and screeched, head whipping about with purpose until the green eyes landed where Yorick and Lady Rhea stood. The Cannibal cried out again, loud and insistent and almost metallic, like the sound of two swords clashing together when both knights were set on killing. Mother grabbed at Yorick's arm and tried to pull him behind her, but he yanked it free and threw himself between her and the dragon as its neck stretched forward to bring the great, black head only an arm’s length away from them. [...]

The Cannibal sniffed around dramatically, hot breath ruffling his hair and the loose-fitting half-cloak draped diagonally from his shoulder to his hip. The head pulled back only slightly as the scarred muzzle opened just enough to let out the same high-pitched clicking from the night before.

“Henujā! Ao jeldē līr jiōrtē!” There was venom in the carefully pronounced words, a clear and direct anger channeled into the futile attempt at giving instruction to a wild dragon. The Cannibal pulled his head slightly further back as it clicked and rumbled, eyes never leaving Yorick.

[...]

“Orgoz henujā!” Yorick had never in his life intended to say anything so crude, but it was impossible not to pick up when around Prince Daemon, and the near constant, dull anger deep in his gut made it impossible not to use now that there was finally an acceptable and understandable outlet. A third cry, shrill as the others, as the Cannibal tried to stretch further, one hind leg faltering as the sharp claws lost their grip on the wall. The leg slid down the stone, landing in the outer bailey with a resounding thud.

As the dragon brought its other leg down into the castle grounds, Lady Rhea grabbed Yorick’s shoulders and pulled him as she slowly took five steps back, both to allow the great beast room and to put distance between themselves and it. The Cannibal shrieked again, and ambled towards them, thick, black neck swaying as it moved. It only stopped when its snout was mere inches from Yorick.

This sequence is because he very specifically went looking for Yorick, & then here & a little further on he's already willing to kinda listen to what Yorick tells him to do. He's not immediately eating Yorick when he tries to climb up on his back, & Cannibal is pretty explicitly ready to straight up just eat the source of Yorick’s anger. Because that's what's going on. They are both incredibly angry &, at least within my writing of Nasty Grandpa, deeply lonely & hungry for something softly understanding.

Yorick doesn't come to hunt him or immediately try to claim The Cannibal, they met on pure happenstance & he kind of immediately wanted to get away ngl. But he fed him, he fed him & said he would just leave him alone if he'd let him go. It was something soft & almost akin to affection, it was weird & Cannibal wanted that to happen again, so he went looking for his little boy; the boy who respected him & gave him a snack & had the stirring of so much rage somewhere deep inside him.

Yorick can't act on all of his pent up anger, partly because it'd be kind of terrible & he's a very responsible kid (& then man) & partly because he just won't let himself, The Cannibal can, though. He can act out on everything Yorick feels & he'll pull himself back because it earns him a companion who gets it, someone who keeps him from being lonely & is soft with him because he's not "entitled" to him. Meanwhile, Cannibal gives Yorick an outlet; his being there is, in a way, permission to let some of his anger out before it boils over. Like, that's when he starts getting more backbone: after he claims the nastiest dragon. And even if everyone leaves him & he's alone & isolated, he will have Nasty Grandpa who loves him forever unconditionally because "I'm his boy."

Just--they mirror each other & they need each other; & then there will be echoes of this with Yorick & Aegon later & I just hrsdbajgjdhfjeifjeucnwkfkf

FOR THE WEDDING. Firstly, I am completely inarticulate about this I'm sorry. One of those "I need to talk about it but idk how" things. Especially since it didn't get a lot of attention in the comments due to it being smashed together with episode 4's events. Anyway...

In terms of the actual wedding & not the couple months leading up to it: it was supposed to be five days of celebrations. The actual wedding plus a feast, 4 days of tourney which was also gonna be Yorick’s knighthood debut since he got (publicly) knighted a few days before his wedding, & then a ball to cap everything off & celebrate both the wedding + the victors of the tourney (joust, melee, & archery contest included in said tourney). Obviously only 1 of these things happened.

I wish I could articulate better, but Yorick’s wedding was kind of something I'd been planning for months before I actually wrote it so I don't even know what my original thought was or the place I was in 😅. I think it was one of those things that just kind of slipped into place with "here is where it fits best." I wanted Rhea to be alive for the wedding, & I wanted to have Yorick’s first kid(s) to be old enough to participate & matter as individuals by the time I got to the end of the first season.

The whole wedding & how Yoreen felt about each other at that point was very much the characters leading me through the narrative like "this is what is supposed to happen," because they definitely fell harder & faster than anticipated. Yes, it's a lot of "oh no my childhood friend is hot" & "I am so horny oh my gods," but even that early there were already burgeoning feelings beyond just "I'm marrying someone sexy." Like, it was very much "this is the start of a relationship for us & we're so ridiculously compatible that it's really only going to compound from here." Yorick was coming from a place of "I want more than what my mom has, I have to make an effort to be Shireen's partner & to love her & have a real relationship where I know her." Meanwhile Shireen was coming from "my parents have a love story & married each other because they wanted to, & my standards for what a good relationship looks like are through the roof. I am going to try to have at least a fraction of that for myself." So, like, they both want similar things but for different reasons & their wedding was the coming together of that.

The Yoreen wedding was 2 people who wouldn't really work as well with anyone else coming together, it was Boremund & Minela securing something good for their daughter & tying themselves to one of the most powerful families in another region of Westeros, it was Rhea & Daemon both wanting "better for my kid than I have," it was Alicent being happy for her friend but bitter she will never have that, it was Rhaenyra's final desperate clinging to believing she's entitled to Yorick in some way, & it was the one day Viserys was completely incapable of projecting onto his nephew.

#asks #nat tag #sotf commentary

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jihopng · 5 months

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here's the thing: all of the badly written 90's american movies set on the campus have taught jiho that this would be an unique, never-repeated-in-lifetime type of an experience; hangovers, breakups, dating, kissing strangers and everything else that comes neatly packaged into that stereotype, pink bow on top and all. that university is this magical land of social opportunities and questionable endeavors that he would think upon in his distant future, reminiscing of the days when his spirit was youthful and wild. harsh reality is that three years passed in blink of an eye, head buried deep inside tear-stained medical study books, green scrubs, labworks and countless of repeated exams. and sure, his weekends have been filled with inefficacious alcohol and bursts of eardrums, but he's never imagined that that… would be it.

naturally, when ziying approached him, confident stride and an eye smile, his thoughts wandered in one too many different routes, scenarios and ideas bursting with imagination — and maybe, in this timeline, icarus dons the semblance of kim jiho, soaring as high as possible and meeting the cold, hard ground in the next second (thankfully for jiho, he just watches as every bone and cut come back together before his eyes, as if they never even happened). after months, it's not an expected, sudden love confession that passes between her lips. it's a proposal: an experiment, even. he laughs his imagination off agrees to her idea, because of course he would. there isn't a better person in all of sua to agree to it, after all.

the landing mat covered corner of the gymnasium offers a seating to both and he places few 'inner working of anomalies' type of books around them, frowning upon realization just how... thin they are. being an anomaly doesn't really come with a handbook; or at least one without prejudice. he underlines some key words, such as 'unconsciousness', 'danger to physique and outer world' and of course, 'death'. then, he frowns more.

"with how grim these are, you'd think they'd be written by a human," he makes a passing comment. "but — i should be fine, unless you go all, like, crazy edward cullen on my neck and tear me apart. uh... you're not gonna do that, right? i was never team jacob, by the way. vampires all the way. woo." a small smile, his eyes drifting towards her slowly, expression of judgement in his eyes — merely teasing. "ziying, you don't think we can get... like... expelled? for doing this... here?"

#지호 — WRITING.#KEY2EARTH #DW ABT MATCHING!!!#the first paragraph is basically. irrelevant . embarrassing for him even

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vivispec · 11 months

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hey, i’m bloo/vivi (she/her, 25). feel free to send me asks/message me/tag me in stuff, i always love interaction!

mostly posting dragon age rn (and for the foreseeable future) but i’m also pretty big on bg3, outer wilds, mass effect, zelda, msa, ghibli, ancient magus bride, and lots of other things i pick up and put down. i do a lot of writing for my da ocs which you can find on my ao3 here.

speaking of, here are links to my big completed projects:

derecho (my submission for the 2023 dragon age big bang, with AMAZING art by neoendydy)

my whumptober 2022 collection (100% completed because. i have issues.)

under the cut are my dragon age ocs whomst i love dearly, and write about pretty much exclusively! i am a dirty dirty console player so janky quality be upon ye

just realized all but one of these bitches is elves. look. i told you i got issues ok.

here we have my beloved viera’vun ‘viera’ lavellan, my inquisitor and a solasmancer (i am so sorry to her), as well as the oc i write most by far. she was a dalish hunter trained primarily in daggers, later specializing as a tempest. she is a pathfinder at heart whose greatest strengths are her perceptiveness and resilience, while her greatest weaknesses lie in her impulsivity, lack of assurance in her identity, and her tendency to run from her problems. i have a bunch of fucked up aus centered around her and all the situations i put her into! she likes to run, climb, and sing (she is Bad at it). varric calls her ‘finch’.

iloniyn, my most preciousest boy. him and viera are hunting partners as well as (platonic) soulmates, a phenomenon known to the dalish as tael’inan. they are each one half of a whole. iloniyn is incredibly sarcastic, confident, and prickly, but tends to care deeply about those that he considers his people, and gives of himself freely to them (even if he complains while doing it). he is bonded to @sweetmage‘s oc athimien, likes to whittle, is a great shot, and can play the lute. varric calls him ‘snipe’.

ishme aeducan, a sharp, hard woman who will not be made a fool again. raised to navigate the subtle and dangerous world of dwarven politics, she is incredibly cunning, and often pulling the strings in any given situation. she is softened by alistair, who teaches her how to be a person as she teaches him how to be a king. wields dual blades as a warrior.

taufei! oooh i love taufei. a leader alongside ishme by the end of origins, she is idealistic, friendly, and generally just a chill person to hang with. though content enough to do her own thing, once she sets her sights on something, she does not relent, often leading her into...hairy situations. those situations include wooing a witch of the wilds and having a sweet lil totally-not-in-any-way-shape-or-form-creepy baby with her! yippee! she was the second of her clan, though her magic was never incredibly powerful and, as such, she made her living on making and infusing potions for her clan. she is a skilled herbalist, knows enough archery to protect herself, and actually has really long luscious curls that Do Not Exist in game you are just going to have to trust me okay.

kita tabris. she is...intense. if you are her friend she is kinda just a dudebro. picked up the big sword her mother used to wield and decided to learn how to use it because, hell yeah, big sword (which, as it so happens, is exactly what her mom did). if you are not her friend, she is. intense. finds battle thrilling, and isn’t afraid to spill blood. while she can come across as flippant or immature, much of her disregard stems from an avoidance of her more serious (and painful) thoughts and emotions. she is zevran’s gorgeous and incredibly powerful girlfriend whomst he adores and cherishes, and the fact that she can, will, and has crushed a man’s skull with her bare hands only strengthens his devotion.

araia surana, a very sweet young mage who is wholly overwhelmed by this big, new world around her. previously a teacher’s pet who didn’t much mind kinloch hold with little in the way of friends, jowan’s ‘betrayal’ left her reeling with nowhere to turn. while she is curious of the world beyond, she is also incredibly anxious. she picks up a habit of lying to avoid confrontation, and while she is very good at it, her dishonesty puts strain on her and leliana’s relationship early on. her passion is in ancient and forgotten magical techniques and practices. she loves listening to leliana’s stories of adventure and romance, and often plays ‘doll’ when her girlfriend decides she needs something to dress up. after the archdemon is defeated, she spearheads efforts to find the cure for the joining.

#pinned intro #been meaning to do one of these for. a long time #all of my ocs be upon ye!!#lets be real tho this ain't them all skjdnas

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raycatz · 9 months

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recently got into lu and ran into your nancy animatic, and now its like a week later and i'm like a year back in your reblogs. i love your doodles and also downloaded outer wilds too thanks to you talking about it lol. i just got back on tumblr and it was great to find a blog like yours!

I'm glad to hear my animatic and LU interest is bringing you joy! You've reminded to look through my linked universe tag as well which has been fun so thank you.

If you're getting into LU then I really recommend checking out @dfanart's blog! All of their LU/loz art is just banger after banger after banger. They don't post anymore but their blog is a good archive from when the LU fandom was more active. They interacted with a lot of folks for collabs, LU fandom events, gift art for fics, memes, and fandom inside jokes. From their blog you can find a lot of amazing artists, writers, and overall cool people. It's a good place to be if you want to go down the rabbit hole.

WOO YEAH OUTER WILDS! Don't look at any more of the Outer Wilds stuff on my blog until you've played the game!!! So much of the game hinges on discovery and those ah-ha moments that are so easily spoiled. I really hope you enjoy it! Have fun and be curious. It's my favorite game ever.

Your ask timing is ironic too because like, I'm currently listening to the J Solo Outer Wilds: Echoes of the Eye covers and am working on a LU x Outer Wilds: Echoes fic. Dunno if I'll ever get around to writing more of it but it rotates in my mind!

I'm glad my archive of things that make me happy has brought you some joy as well!

#asks

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invisibleinkpen · 1 year

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Which axolotl plush is best?

Axolotls may be the cutest salamanders, if not the cutest amphibians, of all time. It’s hard to believe that a creature with an eel-like tail, lizard legs, protruding gills and an upturned mouth is adorable, but axolotls have managed to woo many people with their half-evolved appearances.

Merchandisers are scrambling to create axolotl plushes, riding the amphibians’ wave of popularity and meeting the demand for plushie replicas. This stuffed animal doesn’t have the cartoon appearance that many axolotl toys have and is a terrific gift for adults and children alike.

What to know before you buy an axolotl plush

Animal toys are always a hit, encouraging children to learn about the natural world. Novelty axolotl items not only make great gifts but spread awareness about the critically endangered existence of the living species. As for the toy itself, while it may educate children about animals, it won’t teach them much about housekeeping. Your plush may need some upkeep to keep the fabric clean and soft.

Plush terms

You may have heard a few words tossed around when searching for the perfect axolotl plush. “Stuffed animal,” “plushie,” “plush” and “stuffy” are all synonymous with one another, and all these terms and their deviations refer to the same type of cuddly toy.

Rising popularity

Novelty items fashioned in the likeness of axolotls are not in short supply. Clothing, stickers, home decor and toys are found through major retailers and local businesses alike. Everyone is spoiled for choice in finding the toy, and there is no need to settle for anything that doesn’t reach your stuffed-animal standards.

Living axolotls

It is unclear what sparked the public’s sudden obsession with these small pink creatures. They were placed on the critically endangered list in 2006 and the only native population left is in a single site in Mexico. Ironically, it is one of the most popular amphibious pets worldwide, thriving in the care of humans. Owning an axolotl does nothing to benefit the wild population so instead of buying an animal, settle for a plush that has no upkeep or commitment.

Washing

An axolotl plush purchased for home decoration is not going to need much cleaning. On the other hand, a plush purchased for a child will be exposed to significantly more peril in day-to-day life. Tossing a stuffed animal in the washing machine is far easier than trying to hand-wash and scrub out the stains yourself; however, not all plushie materials are suitable for a washer. Do not put materials such as wool, mohair and foam in a washing machine.

What’s the best axolotl plush to buy?

Top axolotl plush

Zhongxin Made Simulation Axolotl Plush Toy

What you need to know:This is a 20-inch-long lifelike plush axolotl filled with cotton.

What you’ll love:This plush toy has a soft outer fabric designed to look like a living axolotl. Due to the detail and workmanship of the toy, it can be used as a decoration.

What you should consider:Dirt will show up easily on the light-pink fabric.

TeeTurtle The Original Reversible Axolotl Plushie

What you need to know:This stuffed animal was a 2021 trend that functioned as a communicative tool for sharing your mood.

What you’ll love:This plush is reversible with happy and angry sides, and there are three variations of colors from which to choose. They can be played with, cuddled with or added to a collection of other reversible plushies.

What you should consider:They do not look like axolotls apart from their feathery gills, and should be hand-washed only.

Worth checking out

Axolotl Plush Toy Pillow

What you need to know:This is a round axolotl plush designed to be squeezed.

What you’ll love:This plush is shaped like a pillow and filled with fluffy stuffing.

What you should consider:The protruding gills are the only things that resemble a real axolotl.

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cin-dy-moon · 4 years

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touch // tai x mc

AN: so, I needed to take a break from writing my other projects and I was struck with inspiration elsewhere… so: I present something filled with angst and longing instead. I just KNOW physical touch is Tai’s love language. No one will be telling me otherwise lol.

Rating: No actual smut, but Tai is a grown man so… his thoughts aren’t exactly always PG-13. Sexually explicit themes. Cursing.

Words: 3,639

Synopsis: After the waterfall, Tai has been holding himself back from touching you all the time. He didn’t want to disrespect Camilo, at least not to his face. But without even trying, (some trying) you were becoming more and more irresistible.

My MC: Minji Song, 24, 5’6”, a conservationist researching how to prevent coral bleaching for her PhD, moved to the UK from Korea for university, she had lived in the US for 8 years during her teenage years, yawns at recouplings, a firecracker.

Tai was genuinely excited to have a sleepover with the boys. It was a good way to get to know everyone and have a chance to bond with the guys. Coming into the Villa could be pretty intimidating, especially when you come in later. Tai wasn’t afraid of being liked or not. He was already a pretty likable guy. But on Love Island, sometimes the difference between winning and losing was about who liked you. Bonds were important to form.

It was fun, lots of laughs and time to get to know one another better. Tai was sure that there was plenty there for the show runners to use for content. Bill was curious about how everyone was coming off outside, but Tai could tell that he just wanted to know if he was popular. Honestly, Bill was a mixed-bag. People either loved him or hated him. When Tai told him this, he was pretty chuffed about it, finding the mixed reviews as something to take pride in. It was a pretty Bill reaction; he lived in polarized opinions.

Bill was the reason the pillow fights started.

The actual sleeping part was where Tai found his trouble. The quiet and the darkness only amplified his thoughts. They were all drifting to her.

Nicky seems like a really great guy. He’s loyal to the people he attaches himself to. He’s really made himself an older brother/father figure in the Villa. He’s fiercely protective of Minji… Minji.

Harry’s a cute kid with wild ambition. He needs a strong work-ethic to pull it all off. Minji works so hard… Minji.

He suddenly had become hyper-aware about how the sheets felt against the palms of his hands, his legs, his stomach. They were soft and smelled like fresh linen. He closed his eyes and thought of the way she smelled. Peach. A hint of musk. Some kind of flower. With her sweat, it morphed into something that reminded him of something nostalgic, something he couldn’t put his finger on. Like picnics on the beach. Salt. Sunshine.

His eyes shot open, startled by the intensity of this connection to her. Realistically, they had one morning with a good conversation and a really great date that resulted in some… pretty big bits. He’s had one-night-stands before, but he rarely ever had such an instantaneous connection to somebody. He never had that connection lead to sex so quickly. Mind-blowing, earth-moving, award-winning sex.

Tai ran his hands over his face. He needed to get some sleep, but his slong was starting to get other ideas. The pulsing was getting more intense. There had to be something else he could think of.

Ciaran seems like a great guy, also a potentially great work-out partner. His eyes just light up whenever he starts talking about his dog or dogs in general. I like my fair share of pups, but Ciaran was on a whole other level. In fact, sometimes his nose will scrunch a little as he’s speaking and the smile on his face is so wide and contagious…

Shit.

He turned so that he was on his side, staring blankly into the night. His imagination was in full gear with the wondering of what it would feel like to have her arms snake around his waist right now, to fall asleep to the feeling of her nuzzling into his chest, to wake up with her absentmindedly kissing up his jaw. He closed his eyes again determined to chase away the ghostly memories of her touch.

Count sheep, Tai. He was maybe too familiar with the operations around sheep, how dorky they looked without their wool coats fully grown, how they smelled. The smell of barnyard was certainly a boner-killer. He settled better into his pillow. The memories of his time spent volunteering at a sheep farm the summer before secondary school crept into the forefront of his brain. The sun and the shit mingled together to create the worst smell in existence. The heat and the air thick, stuck to the insides of his lungs like tar.

One…

Two…

Three…

And then it was morning.

He awoke to chatter, something he might have to get more used to considering that he was going to be sharing a bedroom with twelve people. He yawned and stretched his large arms across the bed. Camilo said something about making breakfast for the girls as a surprise. With that suggestion, Tai had to suppress the instinct to grimace. He didn’t want to be obvious about his disdain at them being together. But he sure as hell wasn’t smiling.

He knew that Camilo wanted to make breakfast for Minji specifically, to woo her. Tai couldn’t blame him, though. Minji was something else. A clear and vibrant color against softer hues, like the bright orange in a sunset. There wasn’t much competition when it came to her. Honestly, a lot of the commentary from before he came to the Villa seemed to be about who Minji would win with. She was a blazing inferno. The others were great, but…

She lit up every room she was in.

After getting ready in the bathroom, they made their way into the kitchen. Ciaran exchanged looks with him, both unsure of what to do with themselves.

“Why don’t we tag-team breakfast for you, me, and Yasmin?” Ciaran suggested. Tai smiled, grateful for the way that the three of them had bonded, and nodded in agreement. They got to making scrambled eggs and avocado toast. Ciaran looked contemplative as he watched Tai cooking and then grabbed some fruit out of the refrigerator, taking blueberries to the sink to wash. It was easy to forget about the cameras in some moments, but when the entire kitchen was crowded and bustling and hot, it was painfully obvious. He was just going to make the most out of it, doing his best to make the most aesthetically pleasing and Instagram-worthy dish.

As Tai was plating things, he looked up to see Minji making her way across the lawn towards the kitchen. Camilo jumped to his feet to greet her, and Tai couldn’t ignore the small pang of jealousy he felt in his chest. The slices of avocado on his toast got mushed up more than normal. He let the corner of his mouth pull down slightly.

Her lilted voice carried across the lawn loud enough for him to hear her excited chatter but not what she was saying. Her checkered bikini hugged her ass like it was molded onto her. How do you go about knowing what someone looks like in their most vulnerable and intimate state and then have to go about pretending like you haven’t? She looked up at him. They made eye contact for a moment. Time halted to a standstill, like it was giving Tai the grace to let her warmth shine on him for just a little longer.

She looked away first.

He cleared his throat lightly and brought out the plates to Ciaran and Yasmin, who both gave him a short applause for his work. He grinned, flooded with appreciation for his new friends. Something was going to go well this morning. Then, he noticed that the only seat with them was near Camilo and Minji.

Great.

“It was weird not having you in bed last night,” Camilo muttered. Tai mentally rolled his eyes. They shared a tent together. “Also, I made you some food.”

Minji took her plate gratefully, eyeing it down without glancing back up.

“Perfect timing,” she was bursting. “I was so hungry.”

“Well eat up then, babe.”

Tai lost his appetite.

Actually, who was he kidding. He would be hungry in five minutes if he didn’t eat now. He picked up his fork and started to poke at his eggs before putting a small bite into his mouth. There was a little too much pepper in the eggs, but it was still good. He glanced at Bill, who was heartily helping himself to his fry up, mayonnaise in the outer corner of his mouth. Tai sort of just stared for a moment at Miki wondering how on earth she was sitting there eating her own food and smiling at him. She reached over to wipe his lip, and he just muttered a thanks before delving into what rules of etiquette were “actually important.” Abort. Shift attention to anything else.

Tai watched as Minji started to go in on her own breakfast. He knew that Camilo was a great chef, but there was some instinct to hope and try to out-do him and cook something Minji could gush over. Maybe it had something to do with his pride or with him being a Leo, but he wanted to be the best for her. He knew he could be.

His eyes honed in on her hands, the way they held her fork, how they absentmindedly held her cheek as she listened to the banter between all of the islanders. She was calculating the best way to reveal their antics from last night.

“We gave each other oily massages last night,” Minji divulged, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. “It got handsy.”

That peaked everyone’s attention, whether or not they believed it was actually true. Ciaran and Harry both fell for her joke, ever so naive and young. It made him wonder how Harry was going to succeed and not be taken advantage of.

Tai sat up straighter. Of course, she had to mention massages. He swallowed the food he’d been chewing, remembering the way her hands felt in his hair, the way that her fingertips trailed lines of fire across his body, the way her ass felt in his hands, the feeling of her around his—

“I’ve never had a massage before,” Ciaran admitted. Tai couldn’t pass up the opportunity to flirt a little with Ciaran. He was too precious to leave alone. He blushes so easily.

“Don’t worry, I have experienced hands,” Tai said with a smirk. “I’ll give you a good kneading if you’d like. I’ll leave you feeling very satisfied.” He winked. Ciaran blushed and the conversation continued, mainly light and still about the respective sleepovers from last night.

“I crushed everyone in a pillow fight,” Minji said, a fiery look in her eyes. She certainly had a competitive streak. It was hot. Her eyes met his, and for a small moment, he felt a rush in his veins and warmth spread all through his body. Her eyes left his, and then it was all gone. Like the worst kind of instant withdrawal.

All he did was crave her. The touch of her soft hands on the nape of his neck, her lips on his, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressed against him, his fingers curled in her hair.

He wondered if she ever felt the same.

“Why are there bean bags everywhere?” Miki asked.

“We jousted with them,” Nicky explained, but there was still confusion.

“One boy, the knight, sits on the back of another boy, the horse. Then they face another team. The bean bags are used to knock each other off with,” Tai gave them a shrug and chuckled lightly. “My mates and I made this game up when we were smaller.”

“Harry got destroyed,” Camilo added. Tai forgot that he existed for a moment. It was nice while it lasted.

“Oi, it was because Bill was a rubbish horse!” And the arguing started. Tai couldn’t help but look between the two of them and be reminded of the kids he coached. In petty arguments like these, it was best to just deflect.

“It’s not all Bill’s fault,” he interjected. “Ciaran and I just made a great team.”

“Sounds like I could kick your ass at jousting,” Minji chimed in, eyes challenging him. Sparks.

“Oh ho, tough talk from Minji,” he raised a cocky eyebrow. “We’ll see if she can back it up.”

“Keep talking smack and you won’t have to wait,” Minji retorted, eerily calm. “Pressure’s gonna be riding you just like Ciaran was last night.”

“So, you just assumed that I was on the bottom?”

“If you weren’t, you will be.”

“Is that cause you’ll be the one doing the riding?” he was getting dangerously close to revealing too much. Minji’s expression didn’t change, but she couldn’t do anything about the blush that appeared on her cheeks. She leaned back in her seat.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle that,” she was careful in her words. “Besides, I wouldn’t want you to go home early before any of the fun really begins.”

Tai was smoldering. He could’ve gone further. He was so tempted to. But the atmosphere had already gotten weird with this challenge-flirting that the two of them were doing. Camilo shifted in his seat awkwardly before clearing their plates.

Minji glanced around, only now seeing how people were slowly finishing up and cleaning around them. The cameras had been focused on their conversation, probably keeping a close eye on the two of them because of their exploits behind that waterfall. She bit her lip like she was trying to stop herself from laughing. When no one was looking, she winked at him. Then, she walked away.

“Let me do the wash-up, since you guys were kind enough to cook,” Yasmin said, her voice was like spiced apple tea. Cinnamon. Clove. Nutmeg. He said a quick thank you while his eyes followed Minji, who’s been pulled to the side by Nicky. Their friendship was instantaneous. People on the outside appreciated how they challenged each other, or rather, how she challenged him with his outlook about his sister.

Tai glanced away quickly, asking Ciaran something about his dog. That would get him talking for a while, and it would make it seem like he was having a conversation rather than being a weirdo and just staring at Minji. Nicky teased her about something and she laughed. God, what a laugh. Unrestrained and inelegant, it threw her head back a bit. She winked at Nicky, who took his turn to laugh.

“Kelly is so smart, I swear,” Ciaran’s voice interrupted his people-watching. It had more of his Irish sing-song quality whenever he got excited about something. “She can tell when you’re speaking to her and what you’re saying. One time, I was trying to…”

Tai’s eyes darted back to Minji. Her mouth pulled down at one corner, annoyed by something Nicky said. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit, listening to whatever Nicky was saying. Tai would bet money that he was talking about his sister again.

All at once, it hit him just how much he was into her. There was no one else on the island for him. Honestly, he should have known that as soon as he heard her voice for the first time, since before she discovered them in that tent.

Knowing how she acted, she was probably snooping outside of it. He knew it was her from the sound of her sneeze. Tai could pick out her voice in a crowd. Minji’s voice was coated thick with honey, fresh and ripe watermelon that dripped down your hands, the pleasant warmth that bloomed from inside when you’re drunk, the song that you play when you’re driving late at night with your dearest friends.

Little things like that hook him so easily. The last time he felt anything like this, it was three years ago. Thea’s eyes sparkled all the time. They made him feel like he could achieve anything as long as she kept looking at him like that. Of course, that didn’t work out at all. Breaking up had incapacitated him for a while. How was it that he was so enamored by Minji after knowing her for such a short period of time?

His heart wanted to leap into the entirety of her, but his head still had some reservations. He can get so caught up in the imagination and perception of a person that he forgets that they are just human. There was still so much of her that he didn’t know, that he wanted to get to know. Uncover her hidden truths and secret desires. Figure out what she was keeping behind the facade in her eyes.

A cacophony of burps completely derailed any more thoughts. Minji chuckled, “Maybe we need to work this off.”

Tai lit up. He quickly convinced them into doing “Tai” chi, something he first started doing to mess with his teammates.

“Tai is the best!” He shouted, delighting in the idea that every islander was just praising him for no real reason. He slowly shifted his weight from one foot to the next.

“Tai is the hottest,” he heard her voice float through a knowing smirk. He could’ve kissed her right then. His expression was completely smug before his gaze even met hers. She was stirring the pot by grafting on him in front of everyone again, and he was welcoming it. Nothing big had happened in the villa yet. Wouldn’t it be interesting for the audience to see how far he could push this? The temptation was too good to pass up, and the way she was looking at him made it harder to restrain himself.

“Think we need another waterfall to cool down with, Minji?”

She fought back her smile, though her eyebrow was still arched and her eyes still held that tempted look. He knew: she had a taste and she wanted more too.

“Tai’s got the cutest bum here!”

Everyone was amused when Seb was the first to affirm, especially with how certain he was about it.

Tai wanted to see if Minji would take the bait again, “Tai’s an incredible and passionate lover!”

“He sure is…” she mused, almost like it was just a thought accidentally said out loud. But she was looking right at him, eyes bored into his innermost being. For a moment, he wondered if it was a dare, egging him on to take her again there on the lawn. Prove it to them, to everyone.

But he didn’t, he resigned himself, “How could you possibly know that?”

Before Tai could say anything else, Camilo whisked Minji away. Tai chi was officially over for the day.

He made his way over to the kitchen determined to make his perfect cup of tea. It would help him feel better about this whole morning. Plus, holding it should help preoccupy his hands and mind from drifting into the memory of what it was like to explore her body, to make her utter his name.

It was at the point in the morning where it was too warm to have a hot drink, but there was something almost meditative about the whole process. Waiting for the kettle to reach its boiling point, measuring out the perfect amount of tea leaves, watching how the tea stained and spread in the water. He took a long and slow sip. It was perfect.

Camilo rushed by him with a grimace on his face. The space between his eyes knotted with frustration. He glanced at Tai for a moment. His eyes were cold. Instead of saying anything, Camilo just made his way inside. Tai stared at the place where Camilo had disappeared and then to the direction of the loungers. He placed his mug on the counter and abandoned it there, the cup half-full.

He saw her lying down, an arm draped over her eyes to block out the sun. Tai nudged her foot with his leg. When she saw him, a smile broke out on her face. It was wide and bright. His heart leapt.

“Well, hello,” Minji spoke and he drank in every word. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I make it a point not to leave beautiful women unaccompanied,” he told her, sitting himself down on the lounge chair next to her. He stretched his body across it, making sure to lightly flex as he did. He could feel her gaze on him. His smirk found its home on his face.

“I see that,” she said simply, and then she laid her head back down. A silence fell on them like a blanket, but it was getting hot out laying in the sun. Tai let the silence continue, curious to see what was going to happen. The silence continued, though. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose.

“So, did you only come here to lay down next to me?” She was fishing for something. Tai turned his head towards her.

“Did you want me to do something else?”

She smiled but didn’t say anything at first. He could see her thinking about something. Her eyes pierced him, exploratory and unfamiliar. He wanted to know what she was looking for; he wanted to know if he would be willing to give it to her.

Her head snapped to the lawn and her smile dropped. A cameraman was making a beeline towards them. Exploration over. No discoveries could be made.

Tai glanced between her and the cameraman, unsure of what to do himself. He wasn’t happy. Clearly, there was something she wanted, but she couldn’t do anything with their privacy invaded. He was frowning.

“I want to know you,” she said simply. She was quiet and resigned, not at all like how she presented herself normally. Her voice was the same kind of honey-comb comfort, but it was more clear, ringing like a bell. It resonated so deeply in him. He didn’t know what to do with it. With five simple words, he was left without his footing.

Her phone went off. The moment was over for her. Wordlessly, she gets up to go. Minji let herself get one more look at him before she left, a small smile on her face.

And then, she was gone.

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So I Don’t Forget Again: A Breath of The Wild fanfiction

Entry 101: Toruma Dunes

Before going to bed, Chief Riju and I took a trip to the spa. It was absolutely amazing. I was so relaxed my mind just kind of faded? My right arm was a little sensitive, and was very tense according to the… Spa ladies? Masseuses? I’m not sure what they’re called. The spa is attached to an inn so right after the massage I was given a room to stay in for the night. With my body so relaxed I actually fell asleep.

While I was sleeping, I had a dream. I think it may had been a memory. We were watching the courtyard from high above. A Sheikah was demonstrating some of the guardian’s functions to some knights. My heart leapt in my throat despite it not doing anything. Just walking around. The princess eagerly watched. She spoke of how it was incredible how we could now control them and added that it shouldn’t be long till we know everything about them. When she spoke, she was interrupted by the King. He asked in a demanding voice what she was doing here. His face was stern unlike now that he’s a spirit. The princess spoke of how useful learning about the ancient technology would be for driving back the Calamity. Once again, she was interrupted by the King. He said he already knew that and elaborated on how as princess there was a duty she had yet to fulfill, gaining her spiritual powers. He told her to stop treating that as some game to which she retorted back saying that she was already trying her best. She spoke of how she prayed tirelessly at the spring of courage. Once more she was interrupted. He said she was wasting her time. She needed to unlock her power and dedicate her time to nothing else. She said she was, there was nothing more she could do. She wanted to now focus on the technology since it was something she could do, but the king said that she is the only one with the power that can seal the calamity away, it was paramount that she finally unlock it. He then decreed that she have nothing to do with the technology anymore and commanded that she focus on her training. He then spoke of rumors that were being spread about. About how she is the heir to nothing but failure. She had to prove them wrong or else there would be nothing at all. I believe having read so much about her trying and failing caused this to resurface.

When I woke up Bossa Nova had his head resting on my chest. I wanted to get up, but he was just too cute, I couldn’t wake him! Once he did, I went looking around the bazaar for something he could eat. There wasn’t that much vegetation for him to just graze on whenever he wanted. I got him a Hyromelon since they also have lots of water in them so in a way, I’d be making sure he got something to drink as well. Even with it’s hard outer shell he scarfed down the whole thing right away. He must have been very hungry. I apologized by getting him another one. I tried hugging him, but he knocked me over, laid on top on me and kept rubbing the top of his muzzle on my face.

I went to The Noble Canteen for a Noble Pursuit but the woman behind the counter said that I looked much too young for that drink. Then the person behind me said that I’m much older than I look. It was Calisa! After getting our drinks and some mushroom risotto we sat in the lounge area and ate. I thanked her for vouching for me, but she said that the least the Gerudo could do for the person who saved them was let them have a good meal.

It was really nice chatting with her. We talked about traveling for a bit before we started talking about the town. Since it had been so long since she was last here, it felt brand new to her. I asked her if she had ever taken the cooking or wooing classes. She told me that every Gerudo takes those classes. A saying around here is that the best way to get to a person’s heart is through their stomach. It’s but one way of wooing a person. She regaled me with her early days where she first set off out of the town searching to get caught up in a whirlwind of a romance and passion. That she did find, not in a voe, but exploration. Before then she had never even set foot out of the town. Then suddenly she was thrust out into the world only armed with what she had learned back home. She spoke of her many failed romances. The wooing classes did help, but she felt that if anything it was more so of a class about how to interact with someone even with the culture shock of them not being raised Gerudo. Though she did add that the classes may have changed over time.

She then told me of a communal kitchen area where anyone one could cook anything they wanted and said that she could teach me recipes which are good to know for travelers. After getting a stone pot and ingredients we made many dishes, like chilly simmered fruit, mushroom risottos, curry rice, omelets, and some clam chowders. It was so fun learning from her. I told her about my time in the Sheikah Village and how I wound up learning from Koko. I should go back so I can teach her what Calisa taught me. It’ll be so much fun!

Calisa wondered what we were going to do with so much food. In the end I ate all of it. She commented on my appetite. I told her how I never get hungry or full. I just eat when I need to heal and not much else happens, though… now that I’ve eaten more dishes, I forgot how delicious food can be. And cooking in of itself is so fun! I think I’ll eat something at night when Bossa Nova is asleep. Though the smell of the food may wake him. I guess I’ll just have to figure it out when we leave here.

As I was dinning, we overheard a conversation between a woman with a guard. She had found the man of her dreams and soon after getting married he fell terribly ill. The only thing that could cure him is a certain medicine, the medicine is made from the innards of a molduga a giant and mighty fish/worm like creature which burrows through the sand. She wanted help killing one but none of the guards are to leave the town. The Yiga had been acting extremely aggressive since their leader was killed and they didn’t want to risk any of them getting in.

Sidon better make it home safely. And the Gerudo women with him hopefully are safe too.

I didn’t notice myself until Calisa placed a hand on my shoulder. She told me that before I go running off into the desert, I should protect my skin. She found an alovera plant and snapped a piece off and told me to rub the goopy inside on my exposed skin to protect it from the sun.

Bossa nova and I ran around for a while searching. When we noticed the wind picking up, we started heading back to town but before we knew it, we were surrounded by a sandstorm! I would have used the Sheikah Slate’s map, but it wouldn’t do anything. The side that showed the map and the frozen time images was just blank and no matter what I did it wouldn’t do anything. Bossa Nova buried his paws into the ground, and I held on to him. This way we at least weren’t being tossed around by the wind as much.

When the wind died down we were finally able to see. The Sheikah Slate was working again, so we made our way back to town, but as we did so the ground began to quake. The sand next to us began to pick up. It then leaped out and when it came crashing back down it almost swallowed us whole! Thankfully I was quick to draw my bow and shot it in that maw with a bomb arrow. I had Bossa Nova keep running as I shot at the thing. I decided to try shooting it when it was in the sand. It didn’t get hit but I think I discovered something. I think it senses vibrations on the ground. When I shot a bomb arrow into the distance moments after it exploded on the ground the creature leaped up there. After using up most of my bomb arrows the creature was finally felled. Using the Sheikah Slate I found it was the molduga we’d been searching for!

After taking out it’s innards I found it hard to leave. Unlike the moblins and bokoblins who’s bodies turn to smoke upon death this creature’s corps just laid atop the sand. It felt like such a waste to just leave it there.

I gave the items to the woman and she was so thankful. She was instant on giving me three hundred rupees. Calisa approached me asking why I looked odd. I told her about the molduga. She then stared at me for a moment before saying I certainly hadn’t traveled for long, but I had the soul of a traveler. She had us take her to the body.

She had me make a fire and taught me how to figure out what meat on an animal is salvageable and how to turn the meat into jerky. As for the scales and fins we could use them to make cloaks to protect Bossa Nova and myself from sandstorms and other elements. She told me that I could bring the bones to Death Mountain and have the Gorons reforge my weapons with the bone to make them more durable and stronger. If I couldn’t do that then the bone still could be used to make arrowheads. As we were making the jerky some Yiga attacked. Working together we were able to fend them off. She said I was more of a warrior than a traveler, then asked why I’m traveling. I told her everything about saving the champion’s spirits including the princess’, finally defeating the Calamity… about fulfilling my duty as her guard. I hadn’t realized it till talking with her, but I don’t think of this as my duty anymore. I just want too. I want to learn more about my past, who I used to be, who I knew, and I want to learn about this present, it’s future, the people here now, and who I can be.

With so much meat it took a while to make it all into jerky. There was still more meat even late into the night. Calisa left to sleep in the town while Bossa Nova and I are still out here. Bossa Nova doesn’t care for the heat, but he seems to resist the cold well. Perhaps it’s because he’s lived in Zora’s Domain. The water can be freezing there at night.

Maybe Sidon is there now? Deep in those waters, those little spots and his fins so gently glowing. Maybe he’s writing me another letter saying he’s alright, of battles he and the Gerudo had against the Yiga and were victorious.

I miss him. And with Bossa Nova nearby I miss Friend.

The day was alright, fun even, so why do I feel so alone now? I hate this.

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MORE PUMICE :333

#Did you guys notice i finally understood how to upload more than 10 images #WOO #This app is so shitty Ahah #The idea would be that they travel through the loop and you can meet them in a ton of different places and get a ton of diffsrent dialogues #camma the drawer #Ow pumice #Cam ocs #Ive been writing their diakogues in a doc #Maybe ill share some someday #Outer wilds #Outer wilds oc #Im not. Tagging the travelers #Outer wilds the hatchling #outer wilds hatchling #camma rambles #In the tags tho. Lol #YES i know i drew the planets' orders wrong #it was meant to just be their travels through a loop #but instead it just looks like i forgot the planets' order WHICH I DID NOT #it just so happened to ressmeble the order #<-desperately trying to redeem themself #is this outer wilds spoilers. idk. just to be sure #outer wilds spoilers #also #outer wilds oc #outer wilds #casually forvets to tag the game #people looking at these tags must be so concerned about my mental health

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ghostiewriter · 3 years

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ok I liked your hp one so any marauders/ wandavision/ mcu/ rivusa/fate/ outer banks unpopular opinions?

Oh god I don’t know😂I guess these are just opinions, I’m not awfully sure how popular or unpopular they are but oh well!

The Marauders: Remus Lupin wasn’t some book nerd who was the mum friend and the quiet one. He was definitely just as wild as James and Sirius, he just hid it better from teachers. Like Remus was definitely the mastermind behind so many pranks and he was definitely not as innocent as people portrayed to him (like c’mon, he could have Sirius blushing in seconds without even trying). And while we are at it, James was definitely the mum friend😌

WandaVision: I lowkey want Wanda to become a villain by the end of it because I feel like she would be such a badass! It’s an iffy one because I’m like do I want her to be this super-powerful villain who just snaps but will inevitably lose everything or do I want her to find some happiness and just live peacefully with her boys? It honestly depends on my mood😂also Jimmy Woo is the real star of the show😌

MCU: I could say the basic ones (*cough* it should’ve been Clint *cough*) but I think one of my biggest things is that I really wanted BuckyNat to happen! They were so fucking amazing in the comics and their stories were 🤌🏽and I wish we gotta see them happen instead of whatever the Natasha/Bruce plot was🤡

Rivusa/Fate: I think my place on Rivusa stands quite obvious so💀😂but for Fate in general, I’d be up for the bisexual Stella plot and bisexual Riven and all these discoveries into their sexuality and who they are, but my heart will always lie with the OG couples😅so yes, Stella and Beatrix would be an interesting plot but I do want her with Brandon in the end. ALSO WHY IS EVERYONE SO OBSESSED WITH DOWLING?! LIKE WHAT DID I MISS?! SHE HAS SO MANY FUCKING FICS ON AO3 LIKE WHAT?!? 🤡

Outer Banks: This one is probably gonna be the most iffy but oh well💀certain shippers (I’m not saying all JJPope shippers but many of them are) need to stop calling Jiara shippers racist or homophobic, and they need to stop not acknowledging canon facts. If they cared to listen, they would realise we are totally up for JJ being bisexual and Pope being gay. For many of our fics, that is the case! But just because we ship JJ with Kie, doesn’t make him any less bisexual. And you can’t keep calling us racist because we don’t ship JJ and Pope, when Kie is very much black too. Interracial couples need more representation in media, we should at least agree on that. And I get you guys want JJ and Pope to happen, but it’s canon that JJ has feelings for Kie so stop ignoring it. There’s lots of evidence for it. We don’t bash on your ship, we don’t usually bother with your ship so please stop going out of your way to bash Jiara because it ain’t cute, honey😌

#ask #the marauders #wandavision #marvel #fate: the winx saga #outer banks

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capricornus-rex · 4 years

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The Haunt of Redemption (4)

Sequel to: A Path I Can’t Follow

Chapter 4: Incoming! | Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: It has been months since your last encounter with Cal, at that time he was a fledgling Inquisitor. In an ironic twist of fate, you cross paths and blades with him once again, and he’s keen on turning you into an Inquisitor as well—unless you bring him back to the light first.

Tags: Dark Side! Cal Kestis, Inquisitor! Cal Kestis, Redemption Arc! Cal Kestis

Also posted in AO3

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His holotable beeped, signaling an incoming message.

“Admiral?” he greeted when he answered the call.

“Sir, the transport containing the suspect has arrived. Shall I call an escort for you?”

“No need. I’ll be on my way.”

“Very good, sir. Transmission out.”

He strode through the hallways, Stormtroopers stiffened their backs until they’re erect at the presence of the Eleventh Brother, commanding officers curtly saluted when he passed them by, and he blatantly ignored the Fifth Brother and Eighth Sister in his periphery.

He arrived at the interrogation block and entered the cell where they’re keeping the captive.

It was Boss Lora.

Cal stood by the Stormtrooper and demanded the details.

“Lora Argul, proprietor of the Yewa Docking Bay & Inn,”

“And where is this docking bay located?”

The Stormtrooper glanced at his datapad, “In Hoga, sir. That’s in Cameegon,”

Cal repeated the planet’s name in a questioning tone.

“A temperate planet in the Daoro System, Jama Sector,”

“Daoro? Then it’s an Outer Rim planet,” the young Inquisitor pointed out, he stepped closer to the adult woman strapped to the interrogation machine. “Don’t bother struggling, it’s not like we’re going to set you free anytime soon.”

“Please, I don’t have anything to do with you! I’m just a business owner!”

“Oh, I know,” Cal cooed emotionlessly. “But I think you know something that I need. You might know somebody I’m looking for.”

“I don’t know anybody! My customers come and go, I only have my family!”

Lora tirelessly pleaded to Cal—it’s the same words in different order, but the same idea all in all. The young Inquisitor watched the prisoner wriggle in the torture machine, begging without a pause, until she succumbed to her tears.

Cal walked closer to Lora, a colorful woven bracelet stood out from the drab of her dark brown work clothes. He reaches for the bracelet and now his Force ability comes in play.

“Look what I made you, Mama!”

“Oh, how beautiful! Thank you, sweetheart!”

“Here, I’ll help you wear it. Do you like it?”

“I love it! I’ll always wear it so everyone can see.”

He saw the bright-eyed girl that is her daughter. The warmth of the child’s love radiated all over this woman’s being. His Psychometry allowed him to “borrow” such emotions, thoughts, and images for a period of time; he has done so to his multiple captives on their various campaigns ever since he was induced into the Inquisitorius.

Yes, he thought as he found her weakness.

“You have a very kind daughter. Kaleen, isn’t it?”

“How did you know her name?!” Lora roared.

She knew she never said anything, she only thought of her child when Cal started to enter her mind using his powers. It was something she has never seen or experienced before—and it terrified her. The wild, out-of-pace beating of her heart throbbed through her chest, any moment now she might feel it burst through.

“Oh, I should remember to apologize to your daughter personally. The little brawl in your cantina must have given her a big scare—with what her papa unconscious and her mother taken away right in front of her very eyes. Who knows what that little girl is thinking right now.”

Lora tugged herself from her restraints as far as she could until she’s eye-to-eye with Cal.

“You do so much as touch the tip of a hair strand from my daughter, I swear I will kill you!”

Cal smirked albeit concealed by his mask, satisfied that he had provoked the woman, he kept the bait hanging right in front of her until she tells him what they want to hear.

He consciously avoided the question, “You are going to tell me where you’ve seen the fugitives.”

“What fugitives?”

“You will tell me,” the smirk seemingly lost its amusement, Cal stepped closer and clutched the woman by the wrist as he demanded. “Where she is.”

At that exact moment, Lora suddenly felt like someone or something was tearing her brain open while fully conscious—the pain was excruciating, albeit the absence of the high-voltage shocks of the actual machine; Cal’s grip grew tighter, nearly barring the circulation to her hand, the next thing in Lora’s mind was you. She never intended to think or speak of you in front of this fearsome, young man—to her, it just happened.

There…! Cal celebrated sooner than he could wait.

The memory that played was your first time in the docking bay, her very first interaction with you, Lora still had that stingy tone when speaking to you. The image of you examining the ship she asked you to fix as an entrance trial and smiling back at her with a smug confidence played behind Cal’s eyes.

“Well now, I gotta say your work is impressive, kid!”

“When do I start, boss?”

There.

Your smile. Your laugh.

Even the faintest melody of your laugh came through for him.

For one, his heart skipped a beat—he saw the length of your hair has changed but your smile remained the same.

“Please…! Enough!” Lora sputtered out crying.

Cal jerked his hand away and turned around abruptly.

“Prepare my ship!” the boy Inquisitor commanded.

“Right away, sir!” a lower-ranking officer promptly replied and went ahead for the task.

“Bu-But, sir,” the admiral stuttered, hoping that it doesn’t offend the Eleventh Brother to stop him in his tracks. “What about the prisoner?”

“I leave it to you then, Admiral.”

The Eleventh Brother marched to the hangar, flanking him were two TIE pilots. Upon his arrival, the technicians have just finished recalibrating the TIE Fighters as well as his ship: a TIE Interceptor that he personally modified to his liking. The technician unclamped the docking boot of the Interceptor while his co-workers did the same for the two other Fighters.

“I want transports each carrying assault units and a squad of fighters deployed en route to Cameegon with me.”

“Yes sir, understood!” the attending officer’s heels clicked and marched to the hangar’s command center with an urgency.

The young Inquisitor climbed into the cockpit, the glass dome slid shut with the touch of a button. His fingers follow an invisible yet learned pattern of switches and buttons. There was an indescribable feeling that he cannot pinpoint with a single word, perhaps the closest being “elated.”

The TIEs’ engines hummed in a collective baritone, lights on the screen flickered to life, the ships hovered and then zoomed past the ray shield of the hangar.

—–

Meanwhile, back in Cameegon, you’ve been training in the forest for the rest of your day-off. You were out of breath, but the clean air from the trees refreshed your lungs as you inhaled and then exhaled. This expansive stretch of land has become your own haven—it’s where you mostly do your Jedi training and meditation, it took a long while for you to get used to doing them alone.

BD-1 may have kept you company while you spend your time in the woods, but it was different having someone actually with you, though you didn’t want to offend the little one so you always kept him close to you.

“Alright, BD, toss me another!”

The little white droid—perched upon a tree branch a few paces in front of you—trilled and threw the whole, rotten fruit in its claw—that you’ve installed yourself some time ago—and you went charging towards it; when the distance was enough, your heels sprang from the carpet of leaves and you somersaulted in the air, severing the target in half in the process and then landing back on the balls of your feet.

BD cheered for you in high-pitched whistles and song-like trills, followed by another string of conversational tones.

“Really? Should I have jumped a bit earlier?”

“Trill, chirp!”

“Hah, well, I really can’t tell if it’s by the second, little guy! Maybe I could borrow your scanners next time,” you joked.

The droid replied with a nervous trill, but you knew that he was only playing along.

“How’s the claw? You getting used to it or should I modify it some more?”

“Boo…” BD’s singular scope-like scanner examined the external appendage. “Woop!”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do later,”

You beckoned the little droid to come to you, it activated its little turbojets on its feet and then willingly clambered on your shoulder. You continued on with your training, cutting down the training dummies that you made out of logs and leaves—your own regimen consisted of combining new moves with learned ones, last-minute improvisations if the need arises, and inventing more styles which is a hybrid of both old and new. You liked the adrenaline pumping in you when using the environment against your “enemies.”

Afterwards, you’re traversing the terrain, knowing the twists and turns of the forest like the back of your hand—a result worth of seven months’ progress. The path that you followed was one of your personal favorites—it was still an obstacle course, but you cut through and traversed it effortlessly. You decided to banter with your little droid friend while you trekked uphill.

“Hanging in there, BD?”

“Woop! Bee-woop.”

“Oh, you think so? I sounded like him for a moment there?”

You gave a weak chuckle in response to your exploration droid’s comment. Next, it gave out a somewhat apologetic tone, to your surprise you asked him why he was sounding like that.

“No need to apologize, buddy. It’s okay, don’t worry.”

“Woo!”

“Heh, you sure perk up quick!”

You’re almost to the top. The end of the hill’s path wasn’t the real summit—at least for you. You scaled the rock face of the waterfall nearby, there were enough rocks sticking on the wall to serve as handholds and footholds. It was a quick climb to get to the top of the waterfalls, only then, you’ve really seen the true expanse of Cameegon. The sight of the lower jungle and the river delta connecting to the sea was breathtaking.

How I wish you’re here to see it. You muttered under your breath, dedicating it to Cal.

The entire view took off a heavy load from your chest. Simply look at it warranted a smile from you and a look of wonderment as if seeing it for the very first time.

“So pretty, isn’t it, BD?”

“Woo-boop!”

You patted the little droid’s head as the two of you gazed upon the majesty of the unspoiled part of the planet.

Over time, you’ve grown to love this planet because of the solitude that the trees have given you, it was your secondary comfort next to the company of your family, the Mantis crew.

Your sightseeing was disturbed when you heard machinery humming—the noise got louder by the second—and then three black ships come speeding past your view. Your eyebrows furrowed, something about them tells you that this is not your regular merchant convoy.

Their flight direction came from the east and they’re heading westward. Your eyes squinted in suspicion—you peered through your binoculars, zooming in by turning the knob resting by your thumb, until you got a better look of the silhouettes. Your lips parted open.

“Oh no…” you shuddered.

Without a second’s notice, you kicked the coil of rope sitting by the edge of the waterfall and rappelled down. You started bolting through the path in the forest, while running you try to reach Cere’s signal from the Mantis—but the wildlife was so dense that it interfered with the clarity of the signal.

“Cere! Can you hear me?! Cere, come in!”

A garbled radio frequency was your only response, but your feet kept running—it’s as if it was moving on its own—and made your way back to the ship.

The thought of the settlement suddenly entered your mind, but logically, the town is much farther from your training course in the forest—you’ll never make it in time even if you drive with your speeder’s top speed. In the middle of your combined panic and contemplation, you stumbled upon a detour and realized it too late.

You look around and find that there are no familiar landmarks around the area.

You’re lost and alone among the trees, accompanied by the chittering of unseen animals, and the apparent presence of the Empire… or the Inquisitors.

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magicalhideoutengineer · 4 years

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- The Archive of Magic

Beast Tamer Newt to Wed

Newt Scamander with fiancee Leta Lestrange, brother Theseus Scamander, and unkown woman at flourish and Blotts' "Fantastic and Where to Find Them" book launch

Newt Scamander off the market, Ladies? Can it be true? Dashing & young magizoologist (I had to make very long arm for my trusty dictionary for that tongue-twister!) Newt Scamander has been spied amongst the London literati, tete a tete with a demure young slip of gal with the memorable moniker: Leta Lestrange, his fiancee no less, at the launch of Mister Scamander's much bruited new tome 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find them' at Flourish & Blotts in Diagon Alley. Little is known of Ms Lestrange, who has yet to be launched into 'society', other than that she has recently started work alongside Newt's brother Theseus at the Ministry of Magic... A little bird (An owl in fact) told me that Ms Lestrange and Mr Newt Scamander were contemporaries at Hogwarts as youngsters! Can it be that the delectably handsome Mr Scamander pitched a woo to the starry-eyed young slip of girl over a Charms class? Mr Scamander was obviously an A student! Ms Lestrange's fiance is currently the talk of the town with his book on outer magicanimals being touted as the next non-fiction cross over hit of the year. Rumour has it that Mr Scamander is currently pondering a very generous three book deal from Obscurus Books that a literary insider described as having "... more zeros than a noughts and crosses game!"

Mr Scamander will find the newly accrued literary lolly coming in most handy, if the rock I glimpsed on Ms Lestrange's finger is any indication of their magpie fondness for bright shiny things like… diamonds and silvet! Should Mr Scamander accept the generous offer from Obscurus Books, readers can expect him and his new wife to set up home in a more salubrious perlieu of London than his current more modest domicile.

Should Mr Scamander accept the generous offer from Obscurus Books, readers can expect him and his new wife to set up home in a more salubrious perlieu of London th an his current more modest domicile. You may have noticed that this paragraph replicates that on the opposite pages. Because that's what we have to do in the film. Another little bird, (yes, an owl) tells me of unsettling rumours that Mr Scamander's current neighbours will not miss him if he dicides to up sticks and make his homestead in pastures new! There have been dark mutterings of disgruntled complaints as peaceful nights are disturbed by the wild shriek of heretofore unclassified animals forming part of the strange household Mr Scamander keeps in his modest London townhouse. The weird ululations of magibeasts, nameless and without phylum pierce the gog-bound moonlit London nights, troubling the sleep

#fantastic beasts #crimes of grindelwald #Newt Scamander #Leta Lestrange #Spellbound #COGBook #The Archive of Magic

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omega-queen-collects-lipstick · 4 years

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Hay i just bing read all of what is currently there for 'A Bitty Bit Of Sin And A Whole Lotta Loving' and I'm hella hooked and heavily love our tsuntsun Quicksilver which leads me to my request, could you possibly give us a oneshot 'what if' of if the reader somehow didn't get Erik and Haruto and got Quicksilver as her Bitty like he and Dr. Rosen had planned? If not that's fine or it could be a little head cannon thing I just want some happy shippyness with our tsundere! Thank you for your time!

I would love to do headcanons for this. Your my first ask to so I'm super excited.

He won't admit it but he was packed an hour after Dr Rosen said anything.

Lots of supposed accidental cuddles.

I didn't sleep on your chest. You grabbed me in your sleep.

From the next room?

Shut up

He still has a temper and he's learning to give proper effection but he really has gotten better.

Meaning ye just doesn't get mad at you anymore. Everyone else can go to hell.

Total helicopter. He hovers and has a hand in anything your do he seems could be dangerous

When your not looking he smiles at you so sweetly.

It takes him a while to smile and be affectionate with you knowing it.

Oh boy when he does tho....

He doesn't stop. It just gets more intense till he's practically always touching you in some way in a form or another of affection.

What personal bubble?

There is no personal bubble with our little tsun tsun.

He'll say he's monitoring his charges soul at first and then eventually just shrug and tell you straight up he likes being close to you.

He adores morning you.

He happily sits in that rickety chair to watch you shamble in like a zombie with dried drool on your chin and a wild mane of hair.

He loves how tall his full form is and how you blush when he hovers over you.

Nicknames include:shortstack, kitten, princess, sweetling, brat, twerp, and if you are at the point where he actually claims you as his mate- Cara Mia.

Total secret romantic.

Will often plan to woo you but it turns out terribly ninety percent of the time. Poor guy.

Loves to cook for you. But will absolutely cry inside if you cook for him.

Inner Quicksilver is much more expressive than outer Quicksilver.

"you look good in that kimono Quicksilver"

"tch thanks...."

Inner self be like "ohmygodshenoticedidressedupforherholyshit!"

Secretly likes shoujo anime

Is more forward after the first month with advances towards you.

You guys move to a better apartment three months later.

When you get to that point his favorite place to kiss is your chest where your soul is and your fingertips.

He likes taking you to work and watching you do your sewing.

Is a total horndog for domestic shit

He just loves it. Not that he'll admit it.

His gifts are always expensive. Usually girly anime frilly things.

When you say something about it he just blushes and splutters denials.

He loves your ass. He low-key stares at it when he thinks your not looking and wonders if it's tight enough to bounce a quarter off it.

He's even tried.

Once your in a mateship of course.

His favorite thing to do is smack it.

Not just the sound of it. He likes it when you get pissed and try to hit him.

Needless to say our tsuntsun would get more open and happy living with you. He'd also be openly perverted once you two are mated. And he won't stop trying till you are mated to him. Yes very diligent in his jobs and sometimes has to do both At once. Sweets never gets rescued tho because you never had to drop off the candy commission. Eric and hotaru never get adopted either because you never got the voucher.

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(Viren/Harrow, modern AU) A Dragon Prince fic:

“I told you we’d come back here.”

“You did, Harrow, you did. But I never thought you actually meant it.”

“Viren, have you so little faith in me?”

“Well…”

Harrow laughs, and throws his arm around Viren’s shoulder. “Well I’m glad I can still surprise you. Wait here; I’ll go check us in.”

Viren drifts slowly toward the far end of the lobby as Harrow speaks with the front desk. The open air space lets a refreshing sea breeze blow through, gently tossing the ornamental curtains along the lobby walls. Beyond that, the lush green courtyard that surrounds the pool is almost exactly how he remembers it, if a little more modern in its furnishings. But the beach is the same, and the sea itself, sparkling in the midday sun.

Strong arms encircle Viren’s waist as Harrow steals up behind him. “Beautiful,” Harrow whispers. “Still so beautiful.” “It is,” Viren agrees, looking out over the courtyard.

“I wasn’t talking about the scenery.”

Despite himself, Viren blushes. Harrow always knew how to be charming, and he falls for it every time.

“Come on,” Harrow continues. “Let’s go to our room and unpack. Then we can really start our trip down memory lane.”

They’d come here on their honeymoon, all those years ago. Harrow had wanted to see the place where his family came from, and Viren had no objections whatsoever to vacationing in Jamaica. They were young and a little reckless and so in love, and the trip had been a wild adventure. They’d eaten so much good food, and swum in the sea, and laid out on the sand under the stars, and it had felt like a fairytale. They are…perhaps a little too old, now, to do some of the things they did back then—they certainly won’t be cliff diving this time—but Viren knows Harrow is hoping they can re-live at least some of those experiences.

They spend the rest of the first day hanging around the hotel: walking along the white sand, wading in the turquoise water, relaxing in one of the hammocks on the property, under the shade of a graceful palm. That night they sip ridiculously tropical drinks at the hotel bar, and then retire to their room to order an absurd amount of food via room service and enjoy each other’s closeness.

The next day Viren wakes early, as he always does. But he stays in bed for a long while, watching Harrow sleep. The lines on his husband’s face weren’t there when they first came here, nor was the gray that had begun to dust Harrow’s temples, but they’re a testament to the rich life he’s lived since then. He’s more handsome than ever. The urge to kiss him builds in Viren, until he can’t ignore it anymore. Gently, he cups his husband’s cheek and leans in to press their lips together.

Harrow wakes, of course. Viren pulls back, cursing himself for waking him, but Harrow chases the kiss, following Viren’s lips. He smiles against Viren’s mouth, and hums appreciatively.

“I’m so blessed to have such a soft, warm, sexy wake-up call.”

Harrow pulls him closer, and Viren’s heart skips a beat. They spend the rest of the morning again enjoying each other’s closeness.

That afternoon, and the next day, and the next, they adventure through town and along the seacoast, trying to track down all the places they visited on their first honeymoon. Harrow never seems to put his phone away, snapping picture after picture of the people, the scenery, the action, and especially the two of them together. Things have changed, of course, but many of the landmarks and restaurants are still there.

The restaurants. If there’s one thing Viren wishes he could carry over from the wild days of his youth, it’s the ability to consume copious amounts of jerk seasoning without feeling his innards stage a revolt. The heart may want, and the tongue may want, but the stomach now says no. He laments as much to Harrow, over a plate of jerk chicken and savory rice & peas. Harrow just laughs and kisses him, before taking a picture of his food.

Later that afternoon, as they’re walking along the coast, Harrow nudges him. “Are you up for re-living another part of the wild days of your youth?” His grin is absolutely wicked. Viren gives him a questioning look, and Harrow tosses his head toward a rocky outcropping up ahead. It takes Viren a moment, but then…

“Oh! Harrow, is that— That’s the place we went cliff diving, if I— Harrow no, no, I am not—”

“Aw, come on!” Harrow pushes him forward. “I know you still have it in you. Just once. For old time’s sake.”

“Harrow, no, there’s no way—”

“You used to be fearless, Viren! I know you still have that spark. That sexy, sexy spark.”

Harrow is looking at him in a way that makes it very hard to refuse. “I don’t know, Harrow, it’s so high…”

“Come on. Just once.”

“Are you going to go too?”

“If you go, I’ll go.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“I’ll make it worth your whiiiile…”

That last bit comes out in a singsong tone, as Harrow reaches out and runs a hand down Viren’s hip.

Damn him.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But you are not—” Viren says as Harrow pulls his phone out of his pocket— “taking a picture of me.”

Harrow looks at his phone and frowns. “Can’t anyway. I’m out of memory.”

“You’re out of storage space already?”

“Yeah. I guess you’re safe. Go though, go, go!”

Viren tries to sigh exasperatedly, but the anxious, exciting tingle of adrenaline is already starting to course through him. He strips down to his swim shorts and scrambles up onto the rocks. It’s not…that bad, he thinks, as he makes his way out to the edge of the outcrop. Until he looks down, anyway.

Oh no, oh definitely not, there’s no way—

“You can do it, babe! Woo!”

Oh my god.

The waters are calm, with only a slight ripple. Beautiful, inviting blue. The sun shines down in brilliant sparkles. He remembers this. Just like it was years ago. Only one thing left to do, then.

He backs up, takes a few running steps, and then…

Flying.

When he picks his pants back up off the sand, his phone is pinging in his pocket. Harrow is also on his phone, grinning.

“What’s so funny?” Viren asks, as he fishes out his device and looks at it.

There’s a group text message, between himself, Harrow, his son, and his daughter. The first thing he sees is a picture of him, mid-jump, silhouetted between the rocks and the sea, and Harrow’s words beneath it:

Look @ what ur “old dad” did on his birthday.

He looks up sharply. “You told me you couldn’t take a picture—wait it’s my birthday?”

A message from Claudia comes through: Dad that’s so awesome!

And then from Soren: way to go Dad!! hope you didn’t throw your back out!!

Harrow chuckles as he types back: Yeah he’s gonna need that l8r.

“Harrow!”

Claudia comes back with a series of rapid texts.

Oh god no. Nope. I’m deleting this.

Viren snatches the phone out of Harrow’s hand before he can do anymore damage. “Harrow. First of all, how dare you. Second of all, what’s the date today? It’s my birthday?”

Harrow laughs and dives for the phone. Or, it seemed as though he was diving for the phone, but his arms come around Viren’s waist instead, pulling him close. “My dear, did you not wonder why we weren’t taking this trip on our anniversary?”

“Well, yes, but…”

It’s hard to stay mad at Harrow when he’s kissing his neck like this.

Abruptly, Harrow pulls away and sheds his outer clothes. He runs up onto the rocks, never once stopping before he throws himself into the air at the edge, the picture of absolute joy.

“Happy birthday, Vireeeen!”

(Also available on AO3)

#tdp #Viren #Harrow #VirenWeek2020 #Viren Week 2020 #Prophetic Fire does words #virrow #fluff #memory #husbands

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