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lisbeth-kk · 4 months ago

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Sherlock fandom

Obstinately Pig-headed

Sherlock knows it’s the worst he can say to her, but he can’t help himself.

“You are just as obstinate as your father.”

“Am not!” Rosie Watson yells and stomps her feet.

“I beg to differ,” the consulting detective mutters.

“Sherlock,” his brother warns him.

The three of them are in Mycroft’s office of all places. Sherlock is still baffled about how his brother has embraced the uncle title Rosie has bestowed on him. He spoils her rotten with knowledge, presence, and gifts. The girl adores him, but to Sherlock’s utter relief, she still prefers him to comfort her, to confide in, to share secrets with.

“You are her Papa, remember.”

John’s voice fills Sherlock’s mind as if he was present in the room.

“Rosamund, come here.”

Mycroft’s voice is soft and patient. Sherlock remembers that tone from his own childhood. His heart aches and a lump form in his throat. He knows how much this means to Rosie, and he acknowledges that it will be wise to let his brother take the lead.

The girl approaches her uncle who has taken a seat on the sofa. He reaches out for her, and she willingly takes a place in his lap. The lump in Sherlock’s throat grows, and he blinks furiously.

“Do you think Sherlock was a virtuoso on the violin from the day my father placed it in his hands?” Mycroft asks his niece.

“No,” she answers petulantly, which brings a smile to the brother’s faces.

“Correct. He spent hours and hours making mistakes.”

A scoff from Sherlock makes Mycroft look up with an irritated look. Rosie smirks at him, her face completely changed now.

“Stop talking about me like that in front of my daughter, Mycroft,” Sherlock snaps, but they’re all aware that there’s no sting to his chastisement.

“That being said, I do appreciate your need for independence, but sometimes we are all in need of assistance,” Mycroft says.

“Even you?” Rosie asks curiously.

Both brothers chuckle, and the eldest discloses that he too needs help occasionally.

***

“How did the rehearsal go, dear?” Mrs Hudson asks when they return to Baker Street.

“Difficult. I didn’t want any help, but Uncle Mycroft said that even Papa had made mistakes as a boy,” Rosie informs her Nana.

“Did he now?”

Martha Hudson looks at Sherlock with questioning eyes, but he reassures her that everything is fine. They just need some minor adjustments before the big event.

“Practise makes perfect, you know,” the elderly lady tells her goddaughter.

A perfect sherlockian eyeroll is Rosie’s reply.

“Just don’t tell Daddy. It’s a surprise.”

“I heard you the first fifty times, dear,” Mrs Hudson replies. “I’m not senile.”

“Alright, ladies, that’s enough bickering for now,” Sherlock says amused.

“Let’s head upstairs to call Daddy before bed.”

Rosie’s face lights up at this prospect and waves goodbye to her Nana, before hurrying up the stairs.

***

“Hello, my darlings,” John greets them from his hotel room in Edinburgh.

“Hello, John,” Sherlock says, eagerly taking in his beloved’s face.

“Hi, Daddy!” Rosie exclaims.

Sherlock squeezes her leg in warning. Her small hand pats his in acknowledgment.

“I know, Papa. I won’t spill our secret.”

They talk for the few minutes John is available, which is far too few in Sherlock’s opinion.

“I’ll call you later,” John promises, the love in his eyes evident.

Sherlock nods, unable to find his voice.

“Bye, Daddy. See you soon.”

“Sleep tight, sweetheart. I’ll be home tomorrow evening, alright.”

She leaves for the bathroom, and Sherlock exchanges words of love and longing with John.

“I miss you,” he tells John in a low voice.

“Me too, love. So much,” John whispers. “Talk to you in a couple of hours, yeah.”

“Please,” Sherlock chokes out, biting his bottom lip hard, and taking deep breathes.

“God, I hate seeing you like this,” John replies.

“Papa, can you help me?” Rosie calls from down the hall.

“Perfect timing,” Sherlock smiles, not wanting John to feel guilty about being far away from them.

“I love you,” John says. “Give her a goodnight kiss from me.”

“I will. Love you more,” Sherlock murmurs, and reluctantly ends the video call.

***

A week later, they’re all dressed to the nines, rings have been exchanged, vows have been made, tears have been shed, kisses have been bestowed in abundance, and it’s time for the big reveal.

“Are you ready, Rosamund Watson-Holmes?” Mycroft asks.

Sherlock’s eyes sting painfully, and he must use all his willpower to stay collected.

“I am. The last rehearsal went well enough, but it wasn’t perfect. That’s a good sign Nana says,” she answers.

She’s wearing a light green dress, white shoes, and in her hand is her piccolo flute.

“Papa?” she inquires, looking up at Sherlock with a confidence he wishes he’d had at her age.

“Ready. Let’s surprise Daddy with our duet. And remember what I said, don’t be surprised if he cries. Most likely, they will all cry,” he says calmly.

“I know. Sentiment,” she huffs and rolls her eyes.

A chuckle from Mycroft, makes Sherlock’s lips lift in a tiny smile.

“You are a terrible influence, brother mine,” he says fondly.

“So it seems,” Mycroft concurs and squeezes his brother’s shoulder.

***

It ended like this: The tiny stage was softly lit when Sherlock and his precious girl entered, both carrying their instruments, a murmur of surprise filling the room. Rosie didn’t need help with anything, and the duet was a tremendous success.

“How do you know that?” Rosie whispered in Sherlock’s ear when he crouched down beside her, reassuring her of that particular fact.

“Because even your uncle cried,” he whispered back.

“Oh. Do you think he want help to find some tissues?” Rosie asked seriously.

“Best not. Despite how eager he is to help others, he rarely accepts to be helped himself,” Sherlock said.

“Just like you, then,” Rosie said and smiled mischievously at him, and then John was there to hug them both.

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dyaz-stories · 2 years ago

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anywhere else is hollow || Cha Hyun-Su x Reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings & tags: mostly fluff, some angst because it's sweet home, sharing a bed.

first one-shot · previous one-shot

A/N: Third entrance for @neohumanmonster's fandom event! The prompt was: Peaceful Pillowtalk. For context, reader and Hyun-Su were in high school together, reader was only there for a year before going to another high school, and therefore has no knowledge of the bullying which hyun-su was a victim of. this one-shot can be read independently (there's nothing intense plot-wise that requires having read the other parts), but I do recommend reading them for context.

Hyun-Su stays over at your place quite often now. Long gone are the days when he would drop by for no more than a couple of hours and flee the scene, as though he was scared that you spending time with him would make you despise him. Now he helps you out around the house, and, when he offers, the two of you go out on ‘dates’ around the city. It still makes you nervous, being out in the open, but Hyun-Su doesn’t hesitate anymore to take your hand in his and guide you through the empty streets.

When you’re both in your apartment, you can almost tell yourself you’re two college students living together. Almost. If it wasn’t for your blinds being always drawn to ensure no monsters could see you from outside, or your parents’ former room being turned into a laboratory by your dad before his disappearance, the illusion would be close to perfect. You do like the thought of it. Imagining you and Hyun-Su, sharing a place in a world where the Apocalypse hadn’t happened… It would be sweet.

That being said, despite your developing relationship, that you still haven’t put words on, Hyun-Su keeps sleeping on the sofa. You’d prepared a blanket and a pillow, ‘just in case’, in the very beginning, and that is where he still collapses every night. You’ve been waiting, hoping he would ask for another— arrangement, but he hasn’t said anything, and now you’re wondering if you should.

It isn’t always easy, being the one taking all the steps in the relationship. Makes you wonder if you’re pushing too much, too fast, makes you wonder how much he wants it. And yet, if he does want it but doesn’t dare to ask, how stupid would it be to lose that much time, when you never know how long you have?

“Um, Hyun-Su?” you say that night, as you’re about to leave for your room. He looks up at you with these beautiful dark eyes of his. “I was just thinking— you know you don’t have to sleep here, right?”

He blinks at you.

“Do you— are you asking me to leave?” he asks, and you immediately want to slap yourself. A few months ago, you think he’d have been half-way to the door already. Now, he sounds cautious and a little worried, but he doesn’t seem to have jumped to conclusions just yet.

“No,” you sigh, resisting the urge to bang your head against the door frame because, yeah, it makes sense he’d interpret it like that. “No, I just meant you could, uh—” you glance towards your room. “Just meant you have other options. Here. If you— if you want to.”

You don’t know why you’re so nervous all of sudden. You think a part of you cannot forget how beloved Hyun-Su was in high school, while you were— no one. If the world wasn’t ending, you don’t think he would have looked at you twice. So, sometimes, you wonder if he wants you the same way you want him. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t initiate much of your more intimate moments, and isn’t much of a talker in general.

Hyun-Su’s eyes slowly move to the open door to your room, then move back to you, going wide.

“Are you—” His voice cracks. “Are you sure?”

You nod, not really trusting yourself with words right now. You don’t want to sound desperate for affection, but you also don’t want, even for a second, to make it sound like it’s something you’re nonchalant about.

“Okay,” Hyun-Su mumbles. “Okay.”

He gets up from the couch, walks over to the door, where you’re still standing. You’re both quiet when you take his hand in yours and pull him towards the bed. It feels awkward, but you don’t have enough experience with this sort of thing to tell if that’s how it’s supposed to be.

For a while, you just stay laying on your back, staring at the ceiling, with Hyun-Su doing the same thing next to you. The atmosphere feels heavy, your whole body warm and tingling. This is all just so new to you. There have been lots of moments between the two of you, mostly spontaneous, just doing what felt right in the moment. This is different, probably because you asked, and you’re not sure what to do with it.

After a while, you roll over on your side, looking at Hyun-Su’s profile, until he turns his head to look at you. You press your lips together. Your mind is going into overdrive, trying to figure something to say — what do you even say in these circumstances? You’re drawing a blank. At least until Hyun-Su raises a hand and his fingers start slowly tracing your cheekbone, then your jaw.

You feel your breath catching in your throat, and your lips part as you do your best to keep yourself perfectly still. It’s like you’re finally being approached by a shy cat that you’re trying not to scare away.

Gently, he tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Aren’t you afraid?” he asks, soft voice echoing in the dark.

Afraid of what? Of him? Of someone who touches you like you’re made of porcelain?

“No,” you answer.

For a while, there’s just the sound of the two of you breathing, and the feeling of his hand on your cheek.

“What if I hurt you?” he asks finally, voice weak and fragile.

“You wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

You swallow. You know he can feel it.

“Yes, I do,” you whisper, and you genuinely believe it to be true.

Hyun-Su’s hand stills. You hear him breathe out, before there’s the sound of rustling and then the feeling of his lips on yours. As usual with him, the kiss is brief and soft, a simple press of his lips against your own. What follows isn’t usual, though, the way he wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, so he can put his chin on top of your head. It has your heart beating erratically, even if it’s not the first time he’s that close to you.

It’s just that that happens mostly when the two of you are kissing. The fact that he’s seeking that kind of closeness without that happening is a whole other kind of intimacy, one that almost makes you shiver.

“Is that okay too?” he checks. “You— said I didn’t need to ask, but…”

“It’s more than okay,” you answer, closing one arm around him however you can. “And I meant it when I said that.”

“I—” A sigh. “I don’t want to impose on you. Sometimes I— I feel like I need you too much.”

It becomes hard to breathe all of a sudden. Hyun-Su isn’t one for that kind of confession, not usually, but you desperately want to hear more. He keeps talking, and you feel his voice rumble through his chest and through you, while he plays with your hair distractedly.

“You’re so— independent. You look like you’re doing so well on your own, here. But it physically hurts to be away from you,” he mumbles into your hair. “But I— know what I am. I never want you to think you can’t— can’t push me away because you’re scared of that— that part of me.”

Your eyes sting, and you hold him a little tighter against you.

“I know who you are, too, Hyun-Su. And I don’t want to push you away.”

“Not now,” he admits. “But if one day—”

“Hyun-Su,” you call softly, trying to get his attention back on you instead of this distant, nebulous future. You live in a world where you may not know tomorrow, where a simple infection could be the end, not to mention the ever looming threat of monsterization taking you over. “I want you here. With me. I promise.”

Finally, you seem to be getting through to him. He relaxes into you, and his breathing turns deeper, more even.

“This feels nice,” he whispers after a while, and you smile against his skin.

“It does.”

You drift into sleep not long after that, you think, and for the first time in forever, you don’t wake throughout the night, startled by the smallest sound.

You just feel safe.

i hope you liked this one! i love developing reader and hyun-su's relationship through small steps, but just to let you know, we're getting closer to some smut taking place 👀 i hope people won't feel let down by that. i do think it would be out of character to write something super intense for them at that point so don't expect anything hardcore, but the 'porn with feelings' tag on ao3 is my shit so if you like that you might find something to enjoy in there! okay i think i'm done with this lil ramble.

Comments, whether here, in the tags or in a reblog, are greatly appreciated! interactions really motivate me and keep me writing :)

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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 1 year ago

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Alastor - [DEVOTION…. Pt. 2]

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[ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ SLIGHT AGE GAP ] + [ ARRANGED MARRIAGE ] + [ BREEDING KINK ] + [ MENTIONS OF BLOOD & GORE ]

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Beautiful days weren't uncommon in New Orleans.

They frequently occurred -even more so during the late summer months in the swamped countryside- where you now found yourself traveling through alongside your husband.

Alastor had decided it was high time both of you visited your recently conjoined families. His mother constantly asked to see you again, calling twice a week like clockwork to check on her darling son and his ever-so-sweet wife, and you appreciated her sincere affection.

You missed visiting her in person, learning things from her, and observing how much adoration she had for Alastor..

In a sense, she'd raised you like her own daughter, taking the place of your mother, who'd passed before you'd even taken your first steps. Your father was adamant a 'fever' took her, but Alastor's mother always hinted at a force greater than unfortunate health having to do with it.

You'd never thought to ask what she meant, trusting her wise and kind words wholeheartedly since Alastor was your only friend, but curiosity did plague your thoughts from time to time.

Her passing was a tragedy you could barely remember….

However, it was in the past, your mother was gone with your childhood, and you were now in the present -married to a man you never wished to part from…

Even more so now that he'd revealed how truly devoted he was to you and you alone…

“….I feel much more than love for you, my dear. Devotion is a better term…obsession at times…”

Those words of his rang loud and clear in your head for days on end, making your heart flutter ten times harder than it usually did when he was near and coaxing a particular passion for making him happy out of you at every opportunity given.

Your infatuation had grown into undeterred loyalty and in your opinion he deserved every bit of it.

Alastor worked tirelessly to further his career. Reaping the benefits of such hard work through copious amounts of money and awards from various admirers.

He'd perfected so many things to reach that point, hiding his natural down home drawl with a perfect transatlantic accent -you found both charming but preferred the first. Although, you understood why he’d mastered the ladder accent, and never insisted upon him disregarding it.

It was what made his character, brought the masses running back for more each time he was on air, and what kind of wife would you be if you asked him to refute all the admiration for simple and selfish reasons?..

He wasn’t home often enough to have such conversations in the first place…

Alastor was no stranger to working late into the evening, writing script after script past midnight at the station, and only returning home when he was sure his manuscripts were crystal clear.

That’s what you were made to believe he was doing anyway.

Alastor made sure of that.

In your eyes he was perfect, hardworking, and utterly perfect…

Not the merciless, flesh hungry, murder that’d been stalking the streets of New Orleans for almost six consecutive months…

To your knowledge Alastor had no flaws, no deep, dark secrets you felt the need to uncover, and certainly not a man with a tainted sense of morality you couldn't fully trust.

He ensured your view of him remained spotless, devoid of bloodthirst or cruelty.

You were too innocent for it, too pure to know what he'd done and continued to do for the sake of self-satisfaction, but there is always a time for truths to come to light…

Nevertheless, Alastor strived to make sure that time never came…

So, when the city became on edge, being put under a curfew by law enforcement in hopes of slowing the occurrence of his murders, and the number of police patrols significantly increased, Alastor decided a nice…long…relaxing vacation to the countryside would be an excellent idea.

Nothing suspicious about the idea at all…

You were ecstatic about the trip, rushing to pack things for the both of you the very evening he mentioned it, and Alastor was genuinely pleased to see you so excited.

You were painfully unaware of his true motives…so willing to spend time with him and leave the fear-induced city behind…

Oh, how he loved it…you and your gentle, naive nature…

Truly, a warm-hearted belle safe and sound in his bloodstained grasp.

He almost felt guilty, looking at you now, taking your first bare footsteps into the dewy summer grass surrounding his mother's home. Your eyes lit up like the high noon sun shining down on you both, soft lips pulled into a satisfied smile as you reacquainted yourself with fresh summer air, "God, I missed this.." you whispered to yourself as the comforting wind blew through your hair.

Alastor laughed softly, smile ever present as you did a twirl in the grass before looking at him over your shoulder, "Well, aren't you gonna join me, Al? Or am I gonna have to get a hug from your mother first?"

He narrowed his eyes, smile softening at the mention of her, "First? My dear, are you askin' for a race?"

You grinned, giggling as you shrugged playfully while walking backward towards the pathway leading to his mother's home, "Only if you're agreeing to one, honey.." you respond cheekily.

Your husband could never resist a challenge.

Ever.

You’d realized that very early on in your time with him, using it to your advantage more often than he realized.

Getting your way with Alastor was a special skill unique to you and not a soul else…

A smirk tugged at your lips as Alastor pushed off from leaning against the car, rolling his sleeves up as he strode towards you, "Daring, little thing, aren't you?" He teased, having to yell as you spun on your heel and took off without warning.

You let out a laugh, hearing him give chase, only a meter behind you in less than three seconds, and his subtle chiding at your attempt at cheating urging you to beat him.

"Looks like I'll beat you, dearest!" He boasts, drawing nearer to you within seconds, but hesitating to pass you by as he took in the sight of your white cotton dress riding higher up your thighs as you ran.

A delectable view for him in more ways than one…

Alastor couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen such a carefree and angelic sight. Nor, did he want to when you were right in front of him.

You scoffed at his teasing, oblivious to Alastor’s longing stare as you hiked up the front hem of your dress to hop over a fallen tree branch, but when you landed, he was at your side -a smirk already sneaking its way onto his face as you shot him a surprised glance.

When had he gotten so fast?…

You weren't sure, but Alastor had always been more physically fit than most, so you merely tried to keep up with him as the end of the path approached.

He beat you by five feet at least, but you were in too much of a giggle fit to notice. "You cheated!" You chirped, faking a pout as he leaned against one of the dark timber poles that upheld the wrap-around porch. "I was only beating you at your own game, ma chère… fair is fair." Alastor flashed you a grin, pushing his glasses to rest on top of his head before raising a hand to swipe the specks of dust that'd landed on his cheek during your short race.

You smiled at the rare, docile, boyish action. Alastor was never one to altogether drop his guard, so when moments like this occurred, you'd relish in it for as long as possible.

"Here, let me…" you spoke softly, still a little breathless after running but eager to help your husband. Alastor dropped his hand from his face, leaning down to make your reach for him less strenuous, and you smiled at the tiny habit.

He'd always considered your height difference, and your tummy fluttered at each implication of it.

Using the back of your dress sleeve, you carefully wiped at his cheek as he stared at you, allowing you to gingerly guide his face from side to side with your small hand cupping his jaw. "There, much better, monsieur.." you compliment him with a flirtatious drawl, admiring his dust free skin in the sunlight as a few strands of his wavy brown hair shifts over his eyes from the wind.

Alastor returns your admiration, gaze lowering to your lips when you speak and slowly rising again as you place the round glasses back on his face. "Thank you,'ma chère," he sighs gratefully, natural southern drawl shining through as he speaks, finding himself out of breathless as you stare up at him lovingly.

In all his life Alastor could count on one hand how many times an inkling of ‘love’ had trickled its way into his heart. You seemed to be a factor in at least half of those memories.

He deemed that fact more than enough reason to kill for you if fate ever dictated harm your way…

What man wouldn't spill a bit of blood for a woman that looks at him the way you are looking at him now..?

A lesser one, surely.

Alastor considered himself far from the definition of a lesser man..

“It’s my pleasure,” you mutter in response, shifting to step around him and knock on the door, but Alastor stops you by wrapping an arm around your waist, bringing you in close to gently kiss your nose, then your lips, and you return the intimate gesture on instinct.

He hums deep within his chest as your soft lips melt into his, grip tightening on your waist as he unconsciously glides his tongue along yours, and you successfully stifle a moan at the unexpected intrusion.

Was that….blood you tasted on him?…

You weren't given much time to register the iron residue mixed with the hints of black coffee you'd made for him that morning since the sound of a door swinging open startled you half to death before any connection could be made.

"Oh, well, would you get a look at you two!" Angelique Hartifelt beamed as she registered who was on her doorstep. Alastor immediately let you go, smiling wide as his mother tugged him into an airtight hug, and you blushed at the heartwarming sight.

"Hello, mother," Alastor mumbled into her dark curls, swaying her in his arms as she took him in, "My, you've grown baby…real successful too, I hear.." She laughed as he nodded, both clearly happy to see each other after so long, but she eventually pulled away from Alastor to turn her attention to you.

"Sweet girl… c'mere! God, you're just as pretty as a magnolia in May!" You had no time to reply as she hugged you tight, kissing your cheek while you giggled and greeted her politely, "You're too kind, Mrs. Hartifelt … It's nice to see you again! I've missed you dearly!"

She stepped back, grinning as wide as her son as she spun you around, "Don't be silly, honey! Married life becomes you! I missed seeing your lovely self, too. Maybe if Al stopped working so much, you'd have more time to stop by.." She gave him a playful glare, to which he flashed an apologetic smile.

"I'll try to remember that, Mother.." he tipped his head in understanding, and she swatted his arm lightly. "Oh, you know I'm only poking fun, baby. Come on inside, I wanna hear about the two of you…"

She paused, ushering you in the door first with a knowing smile, "…and if I have any grandchildren on the way." Her jest made you turn bright red, but her lighthearted laughter that followed eased your nerves.

However, Alastor's face fell for a moment as she said it, the two of you sharing a strange stare as Angelique closed the behind her and whisked past you both to lead the way into the kitchen.

It was only for a split second, but you could've sworn Alastor looked…

Hopeful…?

Or rather, genuinely affected by the mention of having a child with you…

The complex expression vanished from his face just as quickly as it appeared, his gaze shifting from you to his mother as she set a pitcher of sweet tea and a plate full of cookies out, and you instantly focused on the dish of sweets as the sugary smell invaded your nose.

You were here to enjoy her company, get away from the world and its burdensome worries, and overthinking Alastor’s every reaction wouldn’t be a good start to that….

Besides, her sweets were always your favorite; she'd shown you how to bake, and you attributed most of your cooking skills to her teaching. Alastor had also picked up a great deal of culinary tricks from her, and it became another hobby you two bonded over during childhood.

"Those look amazing, Mrs. Hartifelt," you flashed her a smile, humming as you pretended to swoon over them, and she laughed at your slight dramatics. "I suspected you'd stop by, so I made your favorite, honey. Come on, sit!"

"Don't mind if I do," you chirped and sat next to her at the modestly round dining table; she poured you both a glass of sweet tea before looking over at Alastor expectantly. "That means you too," she gently scolded his standoff-ish behavior, watching as he took a seat on her unoccupied side and patting his cheek in gratitude as he did.

Alastor leaned into her touch, mumbling an apology for not accompanying her sooner, "I got lost in thought, is all…" he clarified in a soft chuckle, and she nodded in understanding.

"Mmm, really, what about?"

His gaze shifted to you again, and your body momentarily froze as he stared while answering his mother, "How much I love you…that’s all.”

Whether he meant to direct the phrase towards you or his mother was unclear, but your chest tightened, and your head filled with fog nonetheless.

How could he still manage to make you so unsteady within the simplest efforts and gestures?…

Alastor held your gaze for a minute longer, forgetting where he was presently, but his self induced trance vanished as his mother spoke again.

"I see you still haven’t lost your charm to the big city. That radio show must keep you on your toes, then.."

He nodded, laughing gently at his mother's teasing, "I wouldn’t dream of it, and my audience expects the best, so I must deliver."

She nods, humming as her chocolate eyes drift towards you, "And how is my lovely son treating you, sweetheart? Well, I presume?"

You could hear the hint of curiosity in her tone, light but underlying seriousness in her question. It was no secret to her that Alastor had…certain tendencies, but those were reserved for people who deserved it, and you'd never been deemed deserving.

She hoped it remained that way…

To her inner relief, you answered her with the broadest smile and happiest tone, "Oh, of course! I couldn't have asked for a better husband! You raised him well..a true gentleman, Mrs. Hartifelt."

Alastor smirked, reveling in your praise, unbothered by his mother eyeing him carefully before she gave you a pleasant response, "I'm glad to hear that. You're still sweet on him too…just like when you were little."

You blushed, taking a ginger bite of one cookie while nodding, "Mhm.."

Why you became nervous when your childlike crush on Alastor was brought up was a mystery, but you couldn't help it since both of your families saw your subtle pining for him day in and day out.

"Speaking of 'little'…" his mother sat straight, arms crossed over her chest as she glanced at the both of you, "When are you two gonna give me a grandbaby to look after. I'm not getting any younger, Al.."

That look crossed his face again, but his smile remained.

You, however, nearly choked on your sweet treat, but luckily managed not to make an utter fool of yourself. A minor cough and a quick sip from your glass eased your mishap.

Angelique patted your back gently, laughing softly at your reaction, "Honey, I'm only kidding… there's no rush." Her reassurance was genuine, but unbeknownst to her, Alastor had breached the subject already.

Albeit in the heat of a very intense and lust-driven moment.

"Ma chère," Alastor rose from his chair, slight concern on his face as he came to kneel by your chair, "…are you alright?"

You nodded slowly, smiling softly at him before huffing out, "M' fine…no need to worry.." he nodded in return, standing to his feet to address her implications.

"We'll see what the future holds, Mother, but as of now, are we welcome to your hospitality for a few days?"

He knew she'd say 'yes' but made it a habit to ask.

Alastor maintained impeccable manners, just as she'd taught him to have, and it brought a proud glint to Angelique’s eyes.

"Now, Al, why would I ever say no to that. You two stay as long as you want!"

You tipped your head in gratitude, "Thank you, Mrs. Hartifelt.."

She scoffed, placing her hand over one of yours before leaning in close as if to tell you a secret Alastor shouldn’t hear.

"Even after all these years and being married to my boy, you're still so polite, Y/n. The world won't burn to a crisp if you call me 'mother' sweetheart."

She kissed your temple, and your heart melted at the tender gesture, "We are family, after all."

That was true…

"I suppose you're right, Mrs- I mean mother." You tripped over the words, so used to being formal but enjoying the new arrangement.

It felt natural enough.

"Look how easy that was!" Angelique patted your hand assuredly, stood from her seat, and began to clear the table.

There was no doubt in your mind that Alastor got his charm from her….

Your revelation was cut short as she absentmindedly spoke to you again, "Pay your father a visit before you settle in. I'm sure he'd like to see you…he comes by often asking about you two a lot these days.."

You stiffened at the mention of your father, recalling the last time you'd seen him.

Exactly a year ago.

The day you married Alastor…

After that, you'd barely spoken to him, not because you wished for distance but because he'd established it.

Your father may have agreed to your marriage with Alastor, but he only partially warmed up to your husband. He'd looked upon him with a hidden distaste from the very beginning of your friendship.

"Something's off about that boy…" he’d say.

Then proceed to warn you of a danger that never existed in your opinion. "You be careful around him…real careful.."

When he realized your attraction to Alastor his nagging only worsened, "He's a charmer…those are never good for anything. You remember that."

For years, his assumptions of Alastor irked you to no end; it perplexed you why he even married you off to him, but whenever you'd search for answers, he'd give the same vague answer.

"That boy isn't what he seems. Never has been and never will be.."

Frustrating as he was, you could never bring yourself to hate him for it, but the thought of having to endure his morbid company wasn’t comforting at all.

Alastor recognized the distress in your gentle features, your bright eyes narrowing at the tabletop, and your hands wringing around each other nervously.

All because of him.

Mr. L/n...

The one man who seemed to get a clue as to who and what Alastor was without anything other than a so-called ‘gut feeling’.

Alastor had tried for years to mask his true nature from him, but your father saw right through him at every encounter.

He had been and still was Alastor’s worst agitation…

Such a bothersome fool…

Your husband averted his oncoming glare to the nearest wall before wiping the disdain off his face, and reaching a hand out to caress your back. You relaxed under his firm touch, looking up to him as his thumb rubbed soothing circles into your spine, "It'll only be a short visit, my dear. We'll have the whole weekend after that…"

His smile eased your fretting, leading you to nod and smile back. "Alright… y-you'll come with me, yes?"

Absolutely not-

Alastor inwardly hushed his shadow demon, tipping his head in warning to the spectrum and forcing it to hold its tongue before it overrode his consciousness.

His smile widened, the hand on your back sliding up to cup your cheek, "Of course, mon chere. I wouldn't dream of letting you go alone.."

We should-

His shadow attempted to cut in again, but Alastor withheld its advance with a simple command.

Hush up. Now…

Fortunately, it ceased all communication, and his focus on you went unhindered.

You stood from your chair, rising on your tiptoes to peck his lips with your own, whispering against them before you pulled away.

"Thank you… Sometimes I dont know what I'd do without you…"

Alastor cursed the sharp pang that penetrated his heart as you said those words, an eerie sense of Deja vu hitting him in waves, but the uneasy feeling never showed on his face -not until you thanked his mother one last time before flurrying upstairs to freshen up.

Angelique felt her son’s mood shift, intuition leading her to ask him what was on his mind, "Something wrong?.."she mumbles calmly without ceasing in her task of cleaning.

Alastor remained silent for a long moment, watching as his mother moved on to pulling out ingredients to cook for dinner, and when she turned to face him entirely, he found the sense to speak.

"It's gettin' worse…" he confessed through a tight-lipped smile, leaning back against a wall to keep his composure, and she needed no other clues to figure out his cause for distress.

"The killing' or the magic?" She inquires, back to him, and but her voice laced with evident care.

"Both. It's getting to me..bad…more frequently.." he confesses.

Angelique hums in understanding, "Have you been hunting at all these past few weeks?.."

Alastor took his glasses off, breath coming out strained as his eyes shifted from their usual whiskey color to a redder hue.

"No. Not since…" he falters, gritting his teeth as his unruly spectral companion cut into his train of thought.

Not since you fucked her-

"I said shut the hell up…" Alastor seethed out loud, eyes screwing shut as his shadow danced onto the wall, yet his mother remained unphased by the sudden outburst.

She merely peered at the taunting shadow, causing it to cower back in her son's tall frame, "Go hunting while you're here. That'll take the edge off, but get that spirit in check before you do, or it won't end well. You hear me?"

Alastor nodded, rolling his neck to alleviate the tension in his body before recapturing his shadow and flashing his mother an understanding smile.

Her advice was final, a direct warning to him, and it garnered a welcomed sense of control over his frazzled behavior.

His smile lost its crazed edge, drawing into a polite smirk as he peered at her expectantly.

"Do you happen to have my old hunting gear lying around?.."

She turned towards the stove, not affected by his sudden personality switch by any means, and simply motioned a hand upstairs before answering him, "In your father's old study. Right where you left it, behind the bookshelf…."

Alastor perked up, grinning wide as the memory of his last hunting spree crossed his mind, "Merci, mother." He thanked her, walking over to kiss her cheek before exiting the homely kitchen while humming a new tune as he strode up the steps with newfound confidence.

Tonight, he'd look for prey…

How he'd satiate his shadow's pesky intrusions was a matter he'd have to solve later.

Although, if the way it constantly became hyperactive at the mere mention or sight of you had anything to do with it Alastor was certain you were the solution to the problem.

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The visit with your father went as you expected it to go.

He welcomed you with open arms and a tender smile, but when he saw Alastor climbing the marble steps of your family’s estate, his cordial behavior waned.

“I see you’ve brought him along…” he made no effort to hide the distaste in his tone as Alastor reached your side.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again as well Mr, L/n…” Your husband remained polite as always, masking his hatred for the man with a practiced facade of kindness.

Alastor became more affectionate towards you in his presence, going so far as to kiss the top of your head and wrapping an arm around your waist protectively, making every effort to keep you close throughout the tense reunion.

Your father clearly did not take a liking to his indirect aggravations it at all…

Yet, he said nothing on the matter, cutting your visit short with the tired excuse of having an 'important engagement' he needed to attend to.

So, in under an hour of resisting your childhood home, you found yourself walking back through the secret trail you and Alastor had paved years ago to commute across, and with each step, you felt more at ease.

You weren't quick to anger, but your father's jabs towards Alastor never ceased to ruin your mood. Thankfully, your husband seemed more eclectic than when you'd arrived in the countryside, and that, in turn, brightened your previously somber spirits.

Alastor held your arm under his as the two of you trekked along the path, going over small hills, thin creeks, and finally through a line of forestry bordering his mother's home.

The sun was beginning to set as you entered the forest end of your journey. The warm summer wind becoming a bit chilly as it whipped through the large willow and evergreen trees. Alastor kept you close, better acquainted with the woods than you were, but not because he'd memorized the path from childhood.

No, his memory of it stemmed from the many bloody escapades he'd enjoyed there and intended to continue sooner rather than later…

All for a rush, for the flesh, for the undisputed thrill.

Even now he couldn't stop grinning, thinking about it, failing to dampen his excitement as he led you both through the darkening woods.

You glanced up at him, happy to see Alastor so content despite your awful encounter with your father, "I apologize for him… he's…" you paused, trying to find the right words to describe your father's behavior, but he beat you to it with a gentle laugh.

"A cynical old man who believes that I'm no good for you?"

His voice held an edge, but you took the comment as playful heat and not as a harmful insult the way Alastor intended it to sound.

You couldn’t blame him for feeling spiteful about the whole ordeal…

He had every right to be unnerved…

A tender sigh slipped past your lips, and you nodded in agreement as he glanced down at you, "A spot-on depiction…not a pretty one either.." Alastor chuckled, shaking his head dismissively as he reassured you he took no offense to your father's dislike of him.

Though it was somewhat justified.

"Don't you worry yourself about him, my dear. I have you, and he can do nothing about it…"

Not a fucking thing…

You peered up at Alastor, noting the unwavering smile on his face as he spoke, but the glare in his eyes said he felt anything but indifference about the situation.

That worried you…scared you a little…

"Al…" you whispered, halting in your tracks and causing him to do the same. Your brows furrowed as he lowered his head, his breaths becoming heavy as his hold on your arm grew harder, but not enough to harm you.

His smile only grew as you muttered again, "Alastor, …look at me…" your words as tender as ever as you turned on your heel to face him head-on.

Alastor's eyes twitched as you came close, flashing red when you cupped his face with both hands and dipped your head to gain proper eye contact with him.

Concern was written all over you face…

You tried to decipher Alastor’s expression, ignoring the chill running down your spine as his gaze hardened while the air around you grew stiffer by the second.

Was he angry?

It felt as if he were but something in his unwavering stare told you this emotion surpassed that, and you couldn't deny how intensely it radiated off him as he slowly tilted his head at you.

Possessiveness.

Pure, unbridled need for dominance.

Whether it was over you or his state of mind remained unclear as he took a step forward. You made no effort to back away, letting Alastor tower over you, and not once breaking eye contact with him.

“Alastor…you can tell me-“

The comforting words died on your tongue when he jerked you into his chest, large hands finding your wrists as the heated kiss he initiated silenced the surprised yelp that left your lips as they melded with his.

You eyes drifted shut as he deepened the exchange, gradually relenting your body control over to him as he guided your arms to wrap around his neck. Alastor shifted his hold on your wrists to trace down your sides, the ghost like touch sending a shock through you immediately.

He smiled at your skittish reaction, oddly calmer than he was a moment before as he dared to pull similar responses from you. His skilled tongue delved into you mouth, inviting yours to play along while he leveraged his larger frame against your smaller one. You obediently stepped back as he pressed forward, subtly flinching as your backside hit the bark of the nearest tree, yet the scratch of wood on your covered skin failed to bother you as the kiss became feverish.

Desperate…

Alastor was desperate for something…

For what you weren’t certain, unable to think straight when he had you pinned against a decaying evergreen, stealing your breath away with ease, only pulling away from your lips to catch his own breath.

You quietly panted for air as well, blood rushing to your head from the sound of his have breathing mixing with the distant chirps of crickets harmonizing alongside buzzing cicadas.

The wind seemed to lose its chill as it passed between the nonexistent space separating you both.

Alastor held you still in that moment, one hand at the back of your neck to keep your head raised towards his, and the other resting under your chin. His thumb traced over your now spit slick lips, brown eyes following the slight tremble in them as you continued to pant for air.

Oh, how he adored your eagerness to please him. Always so desperate for more of him and never quite aware of your own greediness for his undivided affection.

“What is there for me to tell you, ma chère…?” The words thundered in his chest, almost a low hum in the midst of the surrounding wilderness, but you heard him clear enough.

“How you truly feel….whats behind that smile you fight so hard to maintain.” You gulp down the anxiety trying to creep its way into your tone, inhaling sharply as he pushed a knee between your thighs, and your train of thought came to a halt feeling him put pressure on your thinly covered cunt.

You knew the gesture was a from of distraction on his part, an attempt to avert your attention from the uneasy shift in his mood, and though you wanted to push him back and demand he take your concerns seriously…

The building heat in your core advised otherwise, overriding your urge to coax an explanation from Alastor with the need to be filled by him instead, and the growing amount of stars in your eyes as he continued to toy with your body made it all the more obvious to him.

“I assure you I’m quite alright, darling“ Alastor remained true to his previous claim, smiling softly as your eyes lidded over while your hips tentatively began to rock over his thigh at a sluggish pace, and your hands unraveling from his neck to trail down his chest. The linen fabric of his shirt cooled your burning fingertips, keeping your focus clear enough for another hushed whisper to leave your lips, “Tellin’ me not lie to you but then turning around and doing it yourself…”

You paused, holding his gaze as your tongue darted out to lick at his thumb teasingly, “How is that fair, Alastor, hm?…” your voice remains quiet, the taste of his skin lingering on the tip of your tongue as the questions hangs in the air around you, and it seems to hit a nerve in him.

A flash of red illuminates his irises, smile stretching wide across his face at your seductive actions and reprimanding remarks, “Fair? Is that what you want from me, mon chere? A fair bit of truth?”

His shadow itched to enlarge, wanting nothing more than to show itself to you, and intake the delirious reaction you’d surely have to seeing its monstrous form.

Although, Alastor kept it at bay, settling with trailing the hand on your neck to tangle through your hair, tugging it just rough enough to earn a soft gasp from you, and that action alone hard your inside twisting with anticipation.

You knew he’d never harm you, never lift a finger to imply harsh treatment, but the thrill of finally experiencing a hidden side of your husbands persona had your heart racing and your cunt throbbing.

“Yes…” you whimper compliantly, hands fisting the collar of his dress shirt to tug him closer, and Alastor growled at the aggressive action.

“Careful what you ask for, sweet girl…” he warns you through gritted teeth, tempted to kiss you again as an airy giggle leaps from your mouth, “And what if I refuse to be?”

Fuck, I need her…we need her…

His shadow twitched, writhing in the waning light of the sun at your taunting, and embodying every ounce of excitement the man before you struggled to contain as the heat of your cunt gliding over his thigh persisted with every gentle buck of your hips against him.

Alastor felt his blood run hot as you pried at his self control, the corner of your lips pulling up into a knowing smile as he stared at you hungrily, and not a single drop of apprehension present in your gaze as he lowered his head to whisper in your ear.

“Then I suppose I’m left with no other choice than to remind you what happens to curious little cats, my dear…”

xxxxx xxxxx xxxxxx xxxxxx xxxxx xxxx xxx

Idk if I hate or love this chapter…like I’m so used to writing smut that writing angst or fluff feels so dreadful to me. Plus, you guys liked the first part so much I didn’t want to fuck this up…I promise the next part is pure smut and gore lol. This was essentially a filler part (I’m sorry)… ❤️ also did you guys catch the Princess and the Frog reference I threw in?!? If you did then I freakin adore you hehehe ❤️

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

I’d cry, scream, fucking beg for this man…it’s fucking ridiculous how much I love him tbhhhh ❤️ credit to creator

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icyg4l · 10 months ago

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PAC: September 2024 Predictions

Hello beautiful people! I am finally back and I feel wonderful! I hope you all do too! I am just getting settled into school and I feel very confident about what's to come! It has been a long time coming but I feel ready to launch into this new fall era! I hope you all are too! My booking site is officially open so I will link it here in order for you all to have access to it. I will be taking readings starting Friday. So without further ado, please select the photo that aligns with you and don't forget to tell your friends about me! I hope that you all enjoy!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

Pile One: You are in a bit of a pickle, I can tell. Just remember this: the choice is always yours. You can choose what reality you want to make yours. I am channeling the movie ‘Look Both Ways’ starring Lili Reinhart and Danny Ramirez. You will have difficulties coming to a decision. Watching this movie can help with your indecision quite a bit. It also feels as though you need to cut certain things out. I am especially picking up on overspending and overeating. You also need to cut down on screen time and any other distractions that may be capturing your attention. For those of you that are attracted to men, you should stop hooking up with them. A potential pregnancy/STD scare could occur. Overall, it seems that you should be working on improving your health. Virgo energy is significant. By the end of October, you should see the results that you want to see. I am also channeling the movie ‘The Princess Diaries’ starring Anne Hathaway. You are on the brink of transformation. There is a reason why your body is not digesting foods properly at this time. There is a reason why you feel out of place at the moment socially. Your body is rejecting your current environment because you are being prepared for a new one. You may meet someone who you aspire to be like. They will help you get aligned with your goals (personal, career, financial, etc). Do not be afraid to use your connections. Networking will be helpful for you to do. Remember, a closed mouth never gets fed and plan accordingly for your upcoming journey. You know what to do.

Cards Used: Page of Swords, 7 of Cups, 2 of Discs, The Hanged Man, Queen of Swords, 9 of Swords, The Magician, The Chariot, Princess of Discs

extras: cutting out certain foods. resisting temptation. random dancing. struggling with internalized fatphobia/homophobia. halloween costume. myriad.

PIle Two: I feel like this pile works with older women or have the tendency to surround themselves with older women. Perhaps, you get along with them better? You are wise beyond your years. Seeking knowledge from them about a situation that deeply concerns you will not hurt. This month will be all about retribution. Some of you want to learn more about casting spells. Others of you could be trying to seek justice in the courts. Some of you want to perform street justice. However, you should weigh out the pros and cons. Does your idea of punishment match the actions of the person that has harmed you? This is exactly why you will need to reach out to someone older than you. This month, you may be spending more time with a mother figure especially if she is sick. During this time, you may find that your support system isn’t as supportive as you thought they were. It’s time to cut them loose. Also, if you’ve been lurking on their page hoping for an apology, you will not get it. It is best that you move forward so that you do not go crazy. Be prepared to take extra precautions this month so that you don’t get sick. Hydrate and moisturize. Take Vitamin C. Go for a light jog or a walk after you eat so that you can avoid throwing up. Also, you should go out to the city more often to admire the sights. Lastly, some of you will be getting pulled over by the police this month. I also heard “search warrant”. If you’re doing something that is questionable, nothing will be found. If you just get pulled over, you will be free to go. I suggest paying off any parking tickets like now though, just to be safe.

Cards Used: The Empress, 10 of Cups, The Moon, The Hermit, 6 of Discs, 8 of Cups, Princess of Swords, 6 of Cups, 4 of Discs

extras: fast track. appreciation day. MLK boulevard. sweet sixteen. i declare thumb war. swear jar. every kiss begins with kay. beauty queen. travesty. marshawn lynch. salty cravings. that time of the month.

Pile Three: Smiling through the pain, huh, lovely? You might not understand the significance of what you’re going through right now but you will get it later. For those of you who are in on/off again situations/romantic relationships in general, you need to know that communication is key! It’s so cliche to say but knowing that you have someone to depend on when things get rough can be what grounds us. You need to trust that whatever you are going through, you will get through this; the both of you. For those of you that are single, you have to be open to the process of getting to know other people. You are about to be in a soulmate connection but in order for you to meet them, you have to let them in! There is a reason why you are meeting them now. They will serve their purpose. No time will be wasted here. You are a very logical/analytical person, but there is no reason why you should be locking yourself in your room all the time. You need to be out with other humans. It’s a very good time for you to go out to clubs, restaurants, bars, clubs, jazz lounges, sip and paints, speakeasies, poetry slams, etc. Allow yourself to exist in the moment so that you don’t have to think about your problems. Be an escapist for once, and this brings me to my last point! You need to balance out your realism and your imagination. There is something that you have wanted since you were a child, but you are suppressing it. It could be wanting to try out a certain food, wanting to go to a different country, wanting to go to a specific artist’s concert, but you have been too busy to do so. You need to spoil yourself! Allow your inner child to be healed by actually listening to them. You can get your work done while also being fun! What’s the point in living if you don’t actually live, babe?

Cards Used: 6 of Cups, 3 of Cups, The Tower, The Lovers, The Star, The Hierophant, The Hanged Man, The Chariot, 8 of Pentacles

extras: kitchen salon. ass-kisser. por favor. typing up papers. graphs. mathematics major. public health/public relations/humanities major. sour candy.

Pile Four: There are so many opportunities for you to market yourself, Pile Four. If you’ve been trying to expand your market/business, there will be plenty of opportunities coming toward you. If you have been trying to get a fellowship/grant/scholarship/loan, there will be an opportunity that fits you perfectly. But before you get involved with anyone, be sure that you read any contracts fully before signing so that you do not get involved in anything you don’t want to. I feel like right now, you may be experiencing boredom or a “cool down” period. That is fine, but prepare yourself to actually get up and take action. You will not be sitting for much longer. If there is a situation where you are looking for the resolution to play out in your favor, it will. It could be a familial/friend fight. It could be someone admitting to their wrongdoings. It could be a simple miscommunication being resolved in person instead of over the phone. Make sure that you have all of your ducks in a row so that no one can call you out on being neglectful. I feel like this pile needs to spend more time with their family members as well, lol. September will be the month for you to do that especially if it’s Grandma’s birthday. If you wish to quit your job, don’t. It will set you up for the future. You could potentially meet a client or a business partner at your job, so don’t blow it off just yet. You could also connect with someone who you will look forward to seeing everyday as well very soon.

Cards Used: The Magician, 2 of Wands, 10 of Discs, Princess of Discs, 4 of Cups, Justice, Temperance, 8 of Wands, King of Cups, The Hermit.

extras: resistance. princess diana. dragonfruit. time tables. shifting gears. gta 6. pomegranate. pizza. oopsie daisy. thin veil. rising gas prices. california.

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azulasarcana · 3 months ago

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Hi, I've been reading some of your posts. Could you please do Anton de Riize's ideal type?

||Riize Anton ideal type ˚ ༘ 🦕𖦹⋆｡˚

Based on tarot for entertainment purposes

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Personality ㅤᵕ̈

He likes someone romantic, introverted, and artistic, like a painter or a poet. Someone who wasn’t born into wealth but earned it through their own efforts. Someone who has faced hardships and came out stronger.

They should be good at expressing their feelings and mature in their relationships, always honest about their true thoughts and emotions. He doesn’t want someone who starts unnecessary arguments. He might be drawn to someone older, someone he can look up to. Experienced, wise, and able to give good advice.

They should be both street smart and business savvy, someone who sees things as they really are without rushing to judge him for his mistakes. A deep thinker, logical, and capable of making good decisions.

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Physical 𓂃🖊

He might be drawn to dark features, hair, eyes, or skin. When I say dark skin, I don’t mean what Koreans typically refer to as dark, I mean truly dark skin.

He prefers taller people, around 170-175 cm. Feminine, dreamy looking faces. A bright smile, balanced features, and a soft, composed look. Someone who looks simple and basic.

healthy soft curly hair.

He likes an athletic build. They could appear calm, mature, and stern. someone who looks older and carries themselves with confidence.

He’s open to different cultural backgrounds and doesn’t strictly stick to one type. He might be attracted to all kinds of people, depending on the individual or where he is in life.

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Final thoughts 💭

I think he likes someone who’s older or at least appears mature. Emotionally intelligent, possibly through experiences that’ve shaped them as a person. Someone who communicates clearly and is therapeutic. He’d probably want someone who blends in well and doesn’t seek too much attention. They could be woke or aware of the world. knowledgeable in psychology.

He might be looking for someone he can vent to when he needs to be looking for a therapist no shade. /j

He so fine omg 😝

#kpop tarot #riize tarot #Anton tarot #riize anton

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mercillery · 1 year ago

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I love your writings and I'd love to see more Julius, could I get a sfw alphabet with him?

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: He’s so cute and angelic and beautiful and handsome and pretty and gorgeous and majestic and elegant and ravishing and lovely and stunning and charming and

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s the kind of guy who exudes a subtle, but unmistakable, affection when you're out and about. While he’s not one to engage in overly passionate displays of affection that make everyone else uncomfortable—like that couple you occasionally spot practically glued together and making out like it’s the end of the world—he has his own way of showing how much he cares. Picture that one guy you once saw casually strolling down the street, hand in hand with his partner, both of them laughing and clearly enjoying each other’s company. There's an easygoing joy about them, a visible connection that makes you think, "I wish I had that." That’s the kind of lover he is in public. He’s all about those little gestures that speak volumes—a squeeze of the hand, a playful nudge, a shared smile that tells a whole story.

When it’s just the two of you, though, he transforms into someone much more demonstrative. In private, his affection is boundless, almost overwhelming in its intensity. It's as if he has been saving up all his love for these quiet moments together. He can't seem to keep his hands off you, not that you’re complaining. He’s always seeking that physical connection, whether it's a gentle hand resting on your hip, his arm draped around your shoulders, or simply holding your hand. It's like he's drawn to you, unable to resist the pull.

For him, it’s almost like a necessity—a way to constantly reassure himself that you’re right there with him. The physical contact isn't just for show; it's a genuine expression of his feelings. When he's got his hands on you, he's happiest, feeling complete and content. Whether you’re curled up on the couch watching a movie or lying in bed whispering to each other, he’s always reaching out, making sure there’s no space between you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend? Oh, he’s absolutely the type of best friend everyone should have at least once in their lives. Julius Novachrono is wise, strong, caring, and genuinely good-hearted. He possesses so many admirable qualities that having him in your life would be a game changer in so many ways. Your depression? Gone. Your anxiety? Practically non-existent. Most of your problems? Vanished. Having him as your best friend is not just a flex—it’s a life-altering experience. As your best friend, Julius would invite you on all sorts of magical adventures. His enthusiasm for exploring new magic is incredibly infectious. You’d find yourself looking forward to each new expedition, eager to uncover the secrets of magic and history with him. His vast knowledge would turn even the simplest conversations into fascinating discussions, leaving you both enlightened and inspired!

But it’s not just his wisdom and sense of adventure that make him an exceptional friend—Julius is also incredibly supportive. He’s always there to lift you up, whether you’re in need of encouragement or just a little bit of company. His constructive feedback and positive reinforcement would help you grow both as an individual and as a magic user, and his unwavering belief in your abilities would bolster your confidence, pushing you to achieve things you never thought possible. Overall, having Julius Novachrono as your best friend would be a positive experience!

As for how the friendship would start, it’s likely that he saw you using your magic and thought, “Woah, cool magic!” And then he approached you and you both just became besties from there.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Are you kidding? He loves cuddling!

Please hold him close and don't let go until he's practically out of breath. If there's one thing he loves more than wrapping you up in his arms, it's being enveloped in yours. He relishes those moments when he can rest his head on your lap, your shoulder, or anywhere on you. The feeling of your arms around him is his ultimate comfort, his sanctuary. He’s more than happy to set aside his responsibilities, forgetting all about the pile of papers waiting for him, just to be near you. And you can tell he genuinely doesn't mind, because to him, nothing compares to the warmth of your embrace. He completely surrenders to it, losing himself in the softness of your touch and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. It's almost as if the world outside fades away when he's with you. His usual worries and duties become distant echoes, drowned out by the sheer pleasure of being held by you. Those moments are his escape, his bliss. If someone were to see him like this, completely at ease and utterly content in your arms, they might be astonished. They’d probably find it hard to believe that this relaxed, affectionate man is the Wizard King himself.

He doesn’t have a preferred cuddling position; he just goes for whatever he feels like. As long as you’re close to him in some way, he’s content.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, settling down isn’t something that occupies much space in his mind—at least not until he meets you. Before you came into his life, he was fairly indifferent about the whole idea. It wasn't something he actively opposed, but it wasn't something he spent time thinking about either. It was more of a "meh" concept for him, something he'd consider vaguely in the distant future, if at all. However, I can definitely see him embracing the role of a family man if the topic were to come up. If you were to broach the subject, he would genuinely give it some thought. He’s not the type to dismiss it out of hand, especially if it’s important to you. He’d weigh the idea carefully, reflecting on what it would mean for both of you and your future together. So when it comes to whether he wants to settle down or not, the answer is nuanced. It’s a maybe, a so-so, a “let’s see where life takes us” kind of thing. His feelings are flexible, and they’re shaped largely by the bond he shares with you. If settling down with you means building a future filled with love and companionship, then it’s definitely something he would consider.

Julius is decent at cooking. Could be better, but he’s still decent. Not much to say for this part.

He’s a decent cleaner too.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would handle the breakup with the utmost respect, maintaining his polite and considerate nature throughout the entire process. Even if you were to have a breakdown or blow up at him, he wouldn’t be upset in the slightest. He would fully understand your emotions and reactions, offering his empathy and support even as he’s ending the relationship. He knows how tough these moments can be and would never hold your feelings against you.

After the conversation concludes and you both come to terms with the end of the relationship, he will make it clear that he’s still there for you. He’d tell you that you’re always welcome to reach out to him if you need help or support, regardless of your new status as ex-partners. His kindness doesn’t stop with the breakup; he genuinely cares about your well-being and wants to ensure you’re okay even after you’ve gone your separate ways.

Overall, he’ll never harbor any anger or resentment toward you. Instead, he’ll continue to offer his support, showing you that his respect and care for you extend beyond the romantic relationship. It’s a testament to his character and the genuine regard he holds for you as a person. Even in the face of ending things, he remains a steadfast source of compassion and understanding. <3

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Julius is someone who approaches commitment with the utmost seriousness and thoughtfulness. He views commitment as a sacred bond, not just a promise. When he commits, he does so with his whole heart, fully devoted to and deeply invested in making the relationship work. He’s extremely dedicated, and he hopes you’ll bring the same level of dedication to the table. He also places a high value on trust and mutual respect, seeing these as the bedrock of any strong partnership. Without trust, he believes a relationship simply can't thrive. And so, he makes it a priority to foster an environment where you and him can feel secure and valued. He’s committed to treating you with the highest regard and hopes for the same in return, so please don’t let him down.

When it comes to the timeline for marriage, Julius approaches this decision with patience. He’s acutely aware of the significance of such a life-altering commitment and understands the importance of not rushing into it. He would want to be absolutely certain that both he and you are truly ready for this next step. He believes in letting the relationship develop naturally, allowing it to progress at its own pace—valuing the process of getting to know each other deeply and thoroughly before contemplating marriage. He’s not one to jump into things without being sure, so he’d ensure that the foundation of your relationship is solid and well-established.

However, once Julius feels confident in the relationship and is certain about the strength of your bond, he will embrace the idea of marriage wholeheartedly. With that being said, it’d likely take about 4-5 years of growing together and building a strong partnership before he decides it’s time to make things official.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

THE MOST GENTLE A MAN CAN BE. ❤️❤️❤️

Physically, he treats you like you’re made of the finest, most delicate glass. The kind of glass that, if you so much as breathe on it wrong, might shatter into a million pieces. He’s never firm with you, except in situations where your safety is at stake. In those rare moments, he might show a bit of firmness, but only out of sheer necessity to protect you. But once the danger passes? Back to treating you like the most precious thing in the world. He wouldn't dream of hitting you, pinching you, or even accidentally stepping on your foot. And if he ever does accidentally bump into you or causes you the slightest discomfort, you can be sure he’ll be apologizing profusely, practically on his knees. To sum it up, he’s a complete softie with you, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Emotionally, he treats you with the same level of care and consideration. He treats your feelings with the utmost care, as if they’re the most fragile thing he’s ever encountered. Please, bring all your problems to him. Whether it’s something minor like tripping on a rock or something more serious like feeling completely drained and unmotivated, he’s got your back. He’s there for every little worry, every concern, and every conflict. He'll listen, offer advice, or just be a shoulder to cry on—whatever you need. You name it, he’s there, always ready to help. No matter what’s plaguing your mind, he’s your number one supporter, utterly devoted to being as gentle and understanding as possible when it comes to your emotions.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs as much as he loves cuddles, which I just discussed—meaning he absolutely does love them.

Honestly? He’s more of a hand-holding guy. It’s not that his hugs are rare; he just sometimes forgets that hugs are even a thing because he’s always holding your hand. And for him, that’s more than enough. There’s something about the simple act of holding your hand that he finds deeply satisfying. It’s his go-to gesture for showing affection and staying connected with you.

BUTTTTTTT, when he does remember to hug you, those hugs are something special. They’re gentle, warm, and comforting. He’s not the type to squeeze you until you’re gasping for air. Sure, he loves you a lot, but he’s not trying to turn you purple or anything. His hugs are all about making you feel safe and cherished, not squished and breathless. So, if you’re wondering whether his hugs are tight or gentle, they’re definitely on the gentle side. He knows how to give you that perfect, tender embrace that says “I love you” without making you feel like you’re in a wrestling match.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would take his time to ensure that his feelings for you were genuine and deep before uttering those three magic words. So when he finally says, “I love you," it's a profound and meaningful moment, underscoring his commitment to the relationship.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is prone to jealousy, but it’s a rare occurrence. He’s not the kind of guy who gets jealous just because another man is talking to you, walking alongside you, or sharing a laugh. That kind of thing doesn’t bother him at all. However, if he sees someone openly flirting with you, that’s when his jealousy kicks in. But even then, he usually keeps it under wraps. He doesn’t want to make a scene or make anyone uncomfortable. Instead, he waits for the right time when you’re alone together to bring it up—preferring to discuss his feelings privately.

When you’re alone and he voices his jealousy, he’s never rude or accusatory. He remains polite and respectful, hoping you’ll reassure him that your heart belongs to him alone. He trusts you, but he also wants to feel secure in your relationship. It’s important to him to talk things out rather than letting jealousy fester into anger or resentment.

To sum it up, he’s a man who believes in communication. When he’s feeling jealous, he’d rather have a calm, honest conversation with you than let it turn into something negative. He values your relationship too much to let jealousy get in the way!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are gentle—everything about him is gentle. When he kisses you, it’s like you can feel yourself melting from the tenderness and love in those moments. Most of the time, his kisses are soft pecks, but even these brief touches are packed with affection and care. Each kiss, no matter how quick, carries a weight of love that you can feel. And then, there are those rare moments when he gives you a deep, intense, and passionate kiss. That's when things start to heat up a bit. He becomes more handsy, drawing you closer, his touch growing more insistent and fervent. But that’s another topic for never, lol.

He loves to kiss you anywhere, as long as he can feel your skin against his lips. That's all he needs to be content. However, he wouldn't deny that kissing your hand feels the most intimate to him. It's his way of showing you a profound sign of respect and reverence, which makes it even more special for him. Every kiss, whether it’s on your forehead, cheek, or lips, carries his affection, but there’s something uniquely meaningful about those hand kisses.

He absolutely adores it when you pepper his face with kisses. His face practically begs for it. Every part of his face is fair game—cheeks, nose, forehead, you name it. He can't help but feel a delightful tingle shoot through him each time your lips touch his skin. With you so close, showering him with kisses, he can’t help but feel like a teenager with a big fat crush. It’s like he’s caught in a whirlwind of excitement and giddiness every time you lean in to kiss him. And let’s be real, he’s definitely making heart eyes at you whenever you do. To him, your kisses are like magic. So go ahead, shower his face in kisses—he'll be absolutely smitten every single time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s an absolute angel, like an angel sent not just from the heavens but by God himself. His sweetness and caring nature shine through in every interaction, and his sunny disposition is enough to make a child's day brighter. It almost makes you want to see him as a father. He's incredibly patient and always nice, even when a child is a bit of a handful. And, of course, he’s the type who would secretly sneak in just one piece of candy for a kid, adding a touch of magic to their day. I can definitely picture him being adored by many children, his playful and kind nature making him a favorite among them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He loves to lay in bed with you for a few extra minutes before starting his day, savoring the time to cuddle and bask in the warmth of your embrace. Those quiet moments together are something he cherishes deeply, a perfect way to start his day before he dives into his Wizard King duties. If you’re a coffee person, he makes a mental note to prepare your coffee first thing in the morning. It’s a small gesture, but it’s his way of showing he cares about your little comforts. He’s all about making sure your day starts off right, whether that means a few extra cuddles or a perfectly brewed cup of coffee. That's just how he is, always thinking of the little things that make you happy.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

I have a very strong feeling that when sleeping with him, he always has to have an arm either around or on you—it’s like a subconscious need to keep you close. There’s not much else to say about how he is during the nights; he just sleeps like any other normal person, except for this habit. Oh, and he kinda snores loudly too. It's not exactly a quiet night, but somehow it’s endearing. And when he sleeps, he sleeps like a baby—completely at peace, relaxed, and sometimes even with a faint smile on his face. So, besides the gentle snores and the need to hold you close, he’s pretty much like anyone else when he’s catching some Z's. 💤

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

From the beginning, he'd be open about the general aspects of his life, such as his role as the Wizard King, his responsibilities, and his immense love for magic and understanding the world. These are the things that define him and what he’s passionate about, so he’d share them early on. However, when it comes to more personal and intimate details about his life, thoughts, and feelings, those will be shared gradually as your relationship with him deepens. There's nothing too unusual here; it’s all about letting things unfold at a natural, comfortable pace.

Julius isn’t the type to divulge everything all at once. He’d reveal aspects of his personal history, his fears, and his hopes gradually, allowing you to take in each piece of his story bit by bit. As the relationship grows, he’ll become increasingly open about more sensitive and personal topics. He understands that vulnerability is a vital part of intimacy, and he would want to share his true self with you, but only at an appropriate pace—a pace where he’s sure that you and him are comfortable. He’s aware that rushing this process can be overwhelming, so he takes it slow.

To sum it up, Julius would reveal things about himself gradually, allowing the relationship to develop naturally. It goes at a normal, appropriate pace—one that makes both you and him feel comfortable and connected!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The closest you’ve seen him to being angry is when he gets serious, which usually happens when there’s a threat or something urgent demanding his attention. But other than those moments, he’s never angry—especially not with you. He’d never dare raise his voice at you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers absolutely everything about you. It’s like he has a mental encyclopedia dedicated solely to you, where every fact and memory is meticulously stored away. He knows every little detail about you like he knows his way around magic—if not, better. He’s not the type to forget even the smallest detail about you. Whether it’s your favorite color, the name of your childhood pet, or the name of your plushie from when you were only a kid, he has it all locked away in his memory.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

This may sound basic, but his favorite moments in the relationship are simply every moment he spends with you—especially the ones where you’re just being together, sharing the same space. He finds immense comfort and joy in having you nearby, within his sights, knowing he can talk to you whenever he wants. Whether it’s to ramble about some fascinating new magic discovery or to vent about all the paperwork Marx is making him do, your presence is his sanctuary. It’s these simple, everyday moments he treasures most—the companionship, the shared smiles, and the effortless way you both fit into each other’s lives.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Julius is inherently protective, driven by his role as the Wizard King and his genuine care for the Clover Kingdom and its people. This protective nature isn’t just about physical safety—it extends to your emotional and mental well-being as well. He would go to great lengths to ensure that you feel secure, supported, and cherished at all times. He’s acutely aware of the dangers and challenges that exist in the world, and he takes his role as a protector seriously. However, he’s not the possessive type of protective. You never feel smothered or restricted by his concern; rather, you feel genuinely safe and at ease knowing he’s always looking out for you. His protection is about creating a space where you can thrive, feel loved, and be yourself without fear. Whether it’s standing guard against external threats or simply being there to listen and support you through life’s ups and downs, Julius ensures you always feel secure and cared for!

He protects you in every and any way he can. Just trust me when I say that he’d go far and beyond to ensure your safety—whether it’s emotional, mental, or physical.

He doesn’t need much protection, but he won’t stop you if you want to protect him. He’ll gladly let you shield him in any way you can, as long as it doesn’t harm you in the process. Your desire to protect him is something he deeply appreciates, and he finds it incredibly touching. However, when it comes to physical danger, he might draw the line. The last thing he wants is for his beloved to get injured while trying to protect him. He’s grateful for your courage and love, but he’d much rather be the one to take any hits in battle. It’s his way of ensuring your safety, which is his top priority. But outside of physical confrontations, he’s more than happy to let you protect him in any way you wish. Whether it’s offering emotional support, helping him navigate stressful situations, or simply being there for him, he values and welcomes your protection. Just remember, he wants you to stay safe and sound, too.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s the epitome of effort and devotion. Julius is definitely not the type to forget anniversaries, skimp on gifts, or neglect everyday tasks that show how much he cares. He pours his heart and soul into making you happy, going above and beyond to ensure that every moment you spend together is filled with joy and love. Whether it’s planning a surprise anniversary dinner, selecting the perfect gift that he knows will light up your face, or simply taking care of the little things that make your day brighter, he’s always thinking of ways to show his love and appreciation for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

None. He’s perfect.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned about his appearance. When passing by a mirror or anything reflective, he’ll quickly glance at it to make sure he doesn’t have anything on his face. It’s more of a quick check to ensure he’s not inadvertently walking around with something like a piece of food stuck at the corner of his mouth or something—just to ensure everything looks presentable. But beyond that, he's not one to obsess over his appearance or spend hours in front of the mirror. He’s comfortable in his own skin.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. Julius would indeed feel incomplete without you. If he found the one (you), he'd be deeply attached. If something were to happen to you, he wouldn’t be able to simply move on. You would consume his thoughts incessantly, leaving an irreplaceable void in his heart. Losing you would be like him losing a part of himself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Loves stargazing and baking with you!

There's something incredibly serene and tranquil about those quiet, nightly moments spent under the vast expanse of the night sky. It's in those moments that he finds solace and peace, especially when he's sharing them with you. He delights in spending hours identifying constellations, tracing the paths of shooting stars, and pondering the mysteries of the celestial bodies scattered across the heavens. And of course, he can’t help but ramble on about all of this to you. It’s like his own personal astronomy lecture, but with the added bonus of your company.

He also enjoys baking with you because it’s just so much fun! Especially when you’re trying out a new recipe or tackling something a bit more challenging. He’s the type of guy who’ll playfully smear a bit of dough on your face just for the fun of it, and then can’t help but giggle at the sight. Before you know it, what started as innocent baking quickly turns into a full-blown food fight in the kitchen!!! Flour flying, frosting splattering—it’s chaos, but it’s the most enjoyable kind of chaos. He’s not afraid to get a little messy and let loose, especially when it means making such fun memories with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Julius wouldn’t be drawn to someone who is inherently evil. He seeks someone with a warm and good-hearted nature, someone who embodies empathy and treats others with respect and kindness. Even if someone may come across as naturally mean or tough on the surface, as long as they possess a kind heart deep down, Julius would appreciate that. He believes in the power of redemption and the potential for people to change for the better. However, he has no tolerance for those who are callous or lack empathy towards others.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

I think I answered this question already in section N, lol. But I have a very strong feeling that he sleeps in these:

#black clover #blackclover #bc #black clover x reader #black clover x y/n #juliusnovachrono #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x reader

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ticklygiggles · 5 months ago

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A/N: 3/4 of cute @wertzunge gift ❤️ again, not I fandom I'm into, but hopefully you like it hehe

Summary: 🤫

Words: 1k

Note: nekojita or "cat's tongue" is a term to define people who cannot stand hot foods and beverages!

“There you go.”

“Oh, thank you very much.”

Seth gladly took the warm cup between his hands and he smiled softly, his tail wagging lazily from side to side. He brought the mug to his nose and took a long breath, inhaling the delicious aroma of hot chocolate.

The days had turned cold, and the celebrations were just around the corner. Sixth Street lit up every night with beautiful and mesmerizing fairy lights that flickered in red, green and white. The smell of pine tree, cinnamon and apple tickled his nose whenever he entered an establishment, and Random Play was no exception.

A huge pine tree adorned the small shop. Seth thought Wise and his sister barely had room to move around, but the Proxy didn't seem to be bothered by it in the slightest as he put up small ornaments and spheres all around the tree.

Seth looked at him curiously, his tail moving back and forth in excitement as he watched the spheres move when Wise placed them on the branches of the tree. He never had much interest in the holidays, even less so now that he was an officer, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement.

When he decided to take a little walk on his day off, he never thought he'd end up at Random Play, but as soon as Wise saw him walk past the store, he practically dragged him inside, saying something about how he felt lonely since Belle left to run some errands.

He couldn't say that it bothered him, in fact, he thought that spending the day like this wasn't so bad.

After a moment, Wise sighed and stretched his arms above his head, his back cracking into place.

“I’ll let Belle do the rest,” he said, dropping into a seat right next to Seth. “I'm tired.”

“You've worked hard.”

Wise chuckled and his eyes moved to Seth’s mug, he frowned. “You didn't like it?”

“Oh… I haven't tasted it yet, actually. It's too hot.”

Seth looked from side to side as Wise stared at him. He stuttered out a 'what?!' and blushed when Wise started to laugh out loud.

“What's so funny?!”

Wise tried to stifle his laughter, “that nekojita of yours is rather cute~!”

Seth widened his eyes and felt the blush on his cheeks darkening, almost making him sweat. He opened and closed his mouth a few times like a little fish out of water, and that made Wise laugh even harder, holding on to the edge of the table to keep from falling.

“it's- It's not funny! Shut up!”

“It is funny!” Wise said with a bright smile. “Now not only your ears and tail, but also your tongue is just like a cat's? Oh, officer, that's simply adorable!”

Seth’s ears pressed to his skull and the fur on his tail stood up. As Wise continued to laugh, Seth began to growl, baring his fangs.

“You-! I'll give you a good reason to laugh about!” Seth leaned back a little to push himself up and jump on Wise, knocking him out of the chair and causing them both to fall to the ground.

Wise groaned, trying to get up before hysterical laughter blossomed from his mouth as Seth's fingers began to tickle his hips. In one of their tickle fights, Seth had learned that this was a very ticklish spot on Wise and he didn't hesitate to use that knowledge while he straddled Wise thighs, keeping him pinned to the floor with his weight.

“S-Seheheth! N-Nohoho, plehehease! I'm sohohorry!”

“Ah, now you're sorry, huh? You didn't look too sorry while you were teasing me just now, huh?” A mischievous smile spread across Seth's face and he couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, infected by Wise's loud laughter.

Seth's agile fingers moved all around Wise's hips, pinching the bone and rubbing deep circles against the sensitive skin. Wise arched his back, laughing brightly and begging for mercy as his hands uselessly pawed at Seth's hands.

“Hehe, how's this? Didn't you want to laugh? You're laughing plenty now, right?” Seth teased with a huge smile on his lips.

Wise shook his head, squealing as the tickling to his hips didn't cease, on the contrary, it increased as Seth's tail had found its way under his shirt and was wiggling directly against the bare skin.

“THAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR!” He cackled, throwing his head back as Seth's fingers moved up to play with his stomach.

“That sucks. I'm still tickling you, though,” Seth chuckled to himself, blushing as he saw his friend giggling and laughing and squirming under him.

He certainly was still getting used to this. He couldn't remember the last time he tickled or was tickled by someone else that wasn't Wise. He didn't have anyone to play with before, and now that he was an adult, it felt a bit silly to do these kinds of things… but he had to admit it, it was so much fun.

He liked watching Wise laughing so carefree and happily, and Seth knew the Proxy didn't mind being tickled silly like this. He also liked being tickled by Wise, but that was something he wouldn't dare to admit out loud ever… and he thought it was okay, after all, he was sure Wise had already noticed it on his own.

“SEHEHETH! I gihihive uhuhup!”

Seth giggled, his hands and tail leaving Wise's body. “Ow, you're not fun, I thought you really wanted to laugh?” He asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Wise went limp against the floor, shaking his head no as soft residual giggles still made his body tremble. “I- I lahahaughed pl-plenty ahalready, th-thank you.”

Seth laughed softly and he got up, helping Wise back into his chair. The officer grabbed his mug and brought it to his lips, giving it a long sip.

“Haah, so good.”

Wise looked at him and giggled, his hand moving to playfully scratch at Seth's ear, making him jump and giggle. “I'm glad you liked it, officer. You're welcome to come by anytime for a mug.”

Seth smiled softly, nodding shyly. He really had a friend to do silly things with now!

#zenless zone zero #zzz #zenless zone zero tickling #zzz tickling #seth lowell #wise #ticklish!Wise #tickle fic #Mia's things #Mia's fics

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chilling-seavey · 5 days ago

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Lessons in Lust and Other Illicit Desires (gr63) —TWENTY-THREE

↳ A/N Welcome to the last chapter of LLOID! It's been a long time coming but I am so appreciative to all of you for reading and leaving comments and sending asks with your thoughts and predictions as the story progressed <3 there will be an epilogue coming soon too but, for now, this is our end <3

↳ Series Summary: Sensible, wise, and a hopeless dreamer, Rosaline was used to men not giving her a second glance. She soon discovered it was merely those mundane college boys who were nothing more than simply intimidated by her intellect. What she needed was a man — someone who could impart knowledge beyond the Classics and guide her in discovering her own confidence as a woman. The thrill of sneaking around with the ever-so-charmingly handsome Professor Russell was certainly a bonus.

↳ Pairings: OxfordProfessor!George Russell x Innocent!Student!OC, Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc (background)

↳ Chapter Word Count: 3.7k

↳ Chapter Warnings: Angst

Rosaline was tired of the rainclouds. The cruelest kind of pathetic fallacy, throwing her misery back in her face while she was at her lowest. She walked through the streets of Oxford under the English spring gloom as the impending storm lingered on the horizon, her steps purposeful and determined. She had to beat the rain.

After Thursday—after Lando's confession that he had been the one to submit the report—Rosaline wasn't just heartbroken anymore, she was furious. And underneath that fury, a quiet resolve had begun to form, a decision that had blossomed overnight and woke her up in the morning with a newfound purpose. It was the realization that in all the best stories that she had read and written, the heroine never walked away from love without a fight. And Rosaline wasn’t about to let George go, not like this; not when the truth was finally on her side. Not when they had both been nothing but careful and honest and kind.

She had a story to finish. Her story to finish on her own terms.

After her Friday morning lecture, she was one of the first students to leave the classroom and she made it to the bus stop just as it pulled around the corner. In her favourite pleated skirt and blouse, she had made sure she looked her best to face this challenge head on, wanting to look as confident as she strived to feel. Maybe it was all for show, because on the inside, she was trembling.

Thunder rumbled in the distance as she stood at the end of the driveway of the familiar white brick townhome. The storm clouds made the world feel dark but she could see the living room light on through the front curtains, almost warm and inviting if the circumstances were different. It was yet a reminder that George was home in the middle of the day and not in his office on campus where he should have been.

In the narrow driveway, the white Mercedes sat in its usual place, chillingly idle, and Rosaline reached out to touch the pristine paint job under her quivering fingertips. For a moment, seeing the stillness of everything once so lively and familiar, Rosaline questioned if she should even bother. Was this too hard? Simply standing there at the edge of the property made her heart feel like it was being squeezed in her chest, forcing tears to brim in the corners of her eyes faster than the clouds above could make rain.

It all looked so normal, but between the lines, nothing was how it should be.

She took her time approaching the house, breathing deeply, reminding herself that nothing worth doing ever came easily. It was good that it was difficult. It would make her stronger, regardless of the outcome. But she wasn’t going to back away without a fight, she knew that much.

The first droplets of rain fell as she made it under the protection of the small front porch, staring at the forest green front door with the brass number 30 and matching mail slot fastened to it beneath the frosted glass panels. It was all so familiar. The words he spoke to her the last time she stood there were heavy in the back of her mind, cutting and harsh and brutal. She swallowed thickly at the memory, and then, reached a hand up into a fist, took a deep breath, and knocked purposefully three times.

It felt like an eternity before there was a shadow of movement behind the frosted glass of the front door and it was opened to reveal a chillingly neutral George on the other side. In jeans and a plain t-shirt, she almost didn’t recognize him at first glance, never having seen him that casual. He wasn’t even wearing a watch. Perhaps the week had hit him just as hard as it had been hitting her.

Behind the steady patter of rain on the asphalt, George acknowledged her with a curt, “Rosaline, I thought I told you—”

Not wanting to give him a second to push her away again, she blurted out the truth hurriedly, “It was Lando.”

George blinked, eyebrows furrowing, “What?”

Rosaline continued, “Who submitted the report. When I was out with him—on the date you insisted I go on—he saw the text you sent me when I was away from the table and he took it to the Dean. I had no idea.”

He sighed deeply and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, one hand still on the edge of the door, “Okay, well, there’s nothing we can do about it now. It doesn’t matter who did or didn’t do it because it’s done and we just have to deal with the aftermath. Now if you’d please—”

Before he could close the door, her hand flew out and pressed against the painted wood to keep it open, “No.”

He looked at her, appalled.

“I’m not just going to let you shut me out,” she insisted firmly, “I’m not going to roll over and give up when it gets hard. I want to fight for you. I want to fight for us because as much as you claim there is no us, I know what I felt and I know what I saw when you looked at me time and time again. I’m not letting anyone else tell us what we can or can’t do. I’m not letting anyone else write our story.”

“It’s not that easy, Rose,” George told her, his voice suddenly a bit more gentle than it had been all week but on less firm, “This isn’t just some novel that can end in a happy ending. This is real life and it’s brutal and unfair and unforgiving and I can’t turn a blind eye to the fact that I am on the cusp of losing my job just because we shared some enjoyable time together. It doesn’t work like that.”

“But it can!” Rosaline insisted, “Stop pushing me away! You’re allowed to be happy! You’re allowed to be happy outside of work too, you’re allowed to have a life that’s more than just Oxford!”

“Oxford is my life!” George reiterated strongly, a passion in his eyes and a strength in his voice that Rosaline couldn’t miss, “Oxford is my life and it is slipping through my fingers, don’t you see that? Everything I have given up to be where I am right now will be for nothing if I don’t get this under control. If I lose Oxford…”

When he faded out with a shake of his head, looking to his feet, there was a brief moment where Rosaline thought he might have had a shimmer of tears in his eyes. A moment of humility in a hellish week, a man fighting for his sense of self and whatever that meant to him. There was so much on the line. The rain poured down harder.

“Let me help you,” Rosaline pleaded, her words taken by a rumble of thunder from the grey skies.

George scoffed faintly, “It’s not that easy. It doesn’t just require you to go up in front of the Board and pitch your case that I was respectful to you. This is about legally binding documents that I signed upon my hiring, clauses from my contract that I tarnished. No nice words will be able to make up for that and, I’m sorry, Rose, but you being here is just making it so much more difficult to plead my case.”

Her bottom lip trembled, either from the chill of the rain or from his words—she couldn’t tell anymore. All she knew was that she was losing him and he was letting her. It felt like nothing she was saying was getting through in the way that she wanted. She blinked at him, lashes heavy with unshed tears, eyes searching his face for any sign that he still felt it too—whatever it was between them.

George exhaled, raking a hand through his hair, jaw tight, eyes not meeting hers, “You should go.”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head faintly, begging him pathetically now, “please.”

“I mean it, Rose.”

As he shifted on his feet just over the threshold of his warm and familiar home, Rosaline’s eyes were caught by a flicker of movement from the living room through the gap between his shoulder and the open front door. A silhouette, the shape of a body, passing by the glow of his living room lamp. A woman, a glass of wine in hand, unbothered.

And suddenly, everything hurt in a whole new way.

It felt like a dagger had been thrust into her chest, right into her heart, sharp and unrelenting, and so intense and real that Rosaline quite literally took a half step back. The snapping of her heartstrings was unmissable, like she could feel each one give way to the next, one and then the other, the world falling dizzy around her as disbelief brewed hot within her. She must have looked like she had seen a ghost because suddenly George was taking a step out onto the porch, worry on his face, reaching a hand out to her as if to steady her.

His voice was far away, “Rose?”

But she was already walking down the front porch steps and into the downpour that drenched the city of Oxford in sorrow.

Rosaline didn’t look back as she crossed the street and clutched her arms across herself, shivering in her skirt in the chilly springtime rain as it seeped through her blouse and plastered her neatly curled hair into stringy matted bunches across her forehead and shoulders. How could she be so foolish? Foolish to put so much trust in a man when she had only ever heard that they all just lie. She had been willing to put everything on the line for him, to fight for him, while he was sitting warm in his house with another woman.

She couldn’t get her out of her mind; the subtle glimpse of her silhouette in a tailored suit and the way she suavely held the wine glass. A woman more grown than she was, someone surely closer to George’s age. Rosaline felt so stupid. She couldn’t hold back the sob that slipped its way past her lips and was taken by the rain pouring down around her. The tears came hot, clashing with the cold rain on her cheeks, and she didn’t bother to wipe them away. What was the point? There was no dignity left to salvage — not after she’d stood there, heart in hand, ready to beg for someone who had already moved on.

“Rose!”

She heard his voice everywhere like a cruel reminder of her heartbreak and everything she had lost. Her heels slipped a little on the slick pavement and she caught herself, arms wrapping tighter around herself as if willing to hold herself together as she stumbled towards the bus stop down the road. She should have known. She shouldn’t have let herself get so attached to someone who had never truly been hers to begin with.

“Rosaline, wait!”

Once she reached the bus stop, she glanced back the way she came at the eerie sound of his voice trailing after her through the storm. But, as if a vision of a dream, George was jogging through the rain and he slowed as he approached her, a jacket on and another in his hand. He was just as soaked as she was, soft hair plastered over his forehead and dripping down his temples, but as he fell to a stop in front of her, he didn’t waste a second before draping the jacket over her shoulders to try and keep her from catching too much of a chill.

“You lied to me!” she cried through the downpour, arms still clutched across her body, “I asked if you were single and you said yes! And now we haven’t even been…apart for a few days and you’re already having women come over and—”

George set his hands on her biceps and tilted his head to look her in the eyes, “I didn’t lie to you. She’s my lawyer, that’s it. Okay? She’s my lawyer.”

Cheeks red from the cold, the heartbreak, and, now the embarrassment, Rosaline lifted her head to meet his gaze. Her eyes flickered over his face as if to see if he were telling the truth. Who could blame her after the week she had and the secrets that people had kept from her?

George continued earnestly, “She’s trying to help me figure out if there are ways around the disciplinary actions…a way to salvage this. We’ve been combing through my contracts and anything else we can find. She’s trying to help me find a way to keep my job.”

Rosaline just nodded.

“Okay?” he rubbed her biceps over the jacket he had tucked around her shoulders.

She nodded, choking out a small, “Okay.”

“I’ve been trying so hard to do what’s right,” George said, his fingers tightening slightly on her arms, “I thought pushing you away would make it easier for both of us. But then you showed up and—God, Rose—you stood in the rain and fought for me when I’d already given up. Twice.”

“I don’t want to give up!” Rosaline cried, lifting a trembling hand to shove beneath her glasses and wipe at her eyes, smearing what remained of her mascara.

“I know,” George said, his voice cracking with sincerity and everything he hadn’t said, “I don’t want to either. I mean that.”

He had to speak louder now over the relentless rain, but his words tumbled out of him like a confession he could no longer contain. His hands clutched at her like he feared she might dissolve with the downpour.

“I just…I don’t know how to handle all this. And I am scared, okay? You’re right. I’m scared out of my mind. I don’t know what’s going to happen and I hate not knowing what’s going to happen. I just want everything to be okay again. I want you to be okay again.”

“I’m sorry!” Rosaline sobbed, letting the bottled up emotions and words left unsaid from the last week just pour from her quivering lips, “I never should’ve asked you to risk anything for me. I pushed and pushed and now you’re being dragged in front of the Board and it’s all my fault—I ruined everything—”

“No, hey,” George moved his hands from her arms to frame her face and when she looked at him, she could see how raindrops dripped from his long lashes, “You did not ruin my life. I don’t regret a single thing we did or a single moment we shared, alright?”

Rosaline nodded through her tears. She wiped at her eyes again, everything she’d bottled up spilling out now, unfiltered and raw. Her voice was barely audible through the rain but sure of herself, “I fell in love with you.”

George’s jaw clenched at her confession, distracting himself for a brief second as he adjusted the jacket around her shoulders aimlessly—just something to do with his hands.

“You weren’t supposed to,” he said finally, quietly, like that was the cruelest part of all, his hands resting back on her arms protectively, “That wasn’t the deal.”

She blinked fast, as if holding back tears by force alone, “I know.”

George hung his head, squeezing his eyes shut like the truth of it hurt more than he’d expected. Rain streamed off his hair and down his neck and the sides of his face, but he didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. He just stood there, looking like a man completely undone, battling with something within him.

Finally, he raised his eyes to hers again and his voice softened, but the honesty behind it only sharpened, each word deliberate as he held her gaze with an intense sincerity, “Maybe I was a fool to think we could have kept something like this a secret. Maybe I had been selfish to indulge in your affections at all. But how could I have just walked away from you? You are brilliant…and tender-hearted…and so intelligent and witty…and beautiful…and when you looked at me, I felt more than a professor, more than my work. I felt like a man worth knowing.”

“You are,” Rosaline pleaded with him to believe her as she reached out to grasp the open edges of his rain jacket he wore, “You are everything.”

“You have a whole life to live…a whole world to explore.” George sniffled, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs as she stared into his red-rimmed eyes, “I can’t be the reason you shrink it down to just me…just Oxford.”

Rosaline shook her head immediately, fingers tightening in the fabric of his coat. “You’re not—George, you’re not. You make it bigger…brighter. Oxford’s been my dream for as long as I can remember and you have made it infinitely more incredible; academics and personally. I don’t need much to be happy.”

“Just a good book,” he offered a little tease.

Rosaline let out a tiny, wet laugh, “Yeah. A good book…and you.”

He exhaled shakily, his forehead gently resting against hers now as the rain still fell around them but no longer registered as the moment they shared took precedence. His thumbs stroked her cheeks again, whispering out a confession, “I don’t know how to do this the right way…I’m terrified of what they’ll say. I’m terrified I’ll hurt you.”

“You already have,” she whispered, not unkindly—just the truth, gentle and firm between them, “but that doesn’t mean you don’t get to try again.”

George let out a small, broken sound as they stood there at the bus stop in the pouring rain, his eyes squeezed tight as if he were willing his words to come. A doctor of literature, whittled down to speechlessness. His large palms cupped her face so delicately, so warmly, holding her like she was too precious for his clumsy ink-stained hands as he finally spoke, “You fell in love with me. And I think I was fighting it without even knowing why—until it was too late to pretend I wasn’t.”

She stared at him, heart hammering so loud she couldn’t hear the storm anymore, all too focused on the length of his rain-dotted lashes against his flushed cheeks and his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” George exhaled, a relief, his breath warm against her face, familiar.

Rosaline closed her eyes, her breath catching at the sound of it—those three words, finally spoken, not in a whisper behind closed doors or as an afterthought, but here, in the open, in the rain, where there was nowhere left to hide. As if afraid to believe it, she murmured, “You do?”

“I do,” he repeated, firmer this time, like he needed her to hear it properly and he needed to hear it himself, too, “I love you, Rose. Not as a secret. Not as a mistake I need to fix. I love you like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and didn’t know it until you walked into my classroom with ink on your fingers and a book in your hand and a beautiful mind that could challenge mine.”

Rosaline raised her hands to the side of his neck to keep him close like she never wanted to leave that moment, wanting to linger on his confession and feel those words in her bones every second of every day. She took in a breath, “Please…please let us try. Please let us forge our own story.”

George nodded faintly, “Okay.”

But it wasn’t just a simple agreement—it was surrender. A slow, aching surrender to everything he had tried to resist. With his hands still on her face, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, firm and reverent, like a promise sealed with rain. Rosaline’s eyes fluttered shut at the action, her arms snaking their way around his shoulders to anchor herself to the safety of his presence in the tempest they were warring. For the first time in what felt like days, the cold didn’t bite so hard, the rain didn’t sting so sharply. And she felt like she could breathe.

His fingers flexed against her waist and her arms tightened around his shoulders, unwilling to let him go as her gaze found his and they just stared at each other through the storm. The way his eyes flicked down her lips for a fraction of a second did not go unnoticed by her and, silently, she turned her face towards his, just enough to let their noses brush, and he let out a soft breath against the apple of her cheek.

And then he kissed her.

It was tentative and tender, lips barely brushing at first as if they didn’t want to shatter the moment by wanting too much too fast. It was slow and languid and filled with an unmissable passion, a silent seal of promised truths. Rosaline melted into him and her fingers tangled into the ends of his damp hair as if they belonged there, the two of them blissfully ignorant to the rain that fell around them and pooled at their feet and soaked them through to the bones.

After only a few seconds, they broke apart and George rested his forehead against hers once more, his thumbs caressing her hips.

“Come home with me,” he invited softly, warmly, “I can make you a cup of tea and get you some dry clothes and then maybe we can figure this all out.”

The promise of comfort and the safety of his familiar home eased her anxieties a little more. She could already picture the familiar scent of his flat, the cluttered bookshelf by the fireplace, the soft light in the kitchen, the smell of his linens.

And somehow, in the middle of the rain, pride bloomed in her chest. It was then that she realized just how much she had changed over the weeks. Quietly, steadily, she had grown into a woman who knew what she wanted, what she deserved. Into someone who didn’t shy away from risk if it meant chasing something real. This—he—was her story now. One she had chosen to write for herself.

As a writer, she would often come across those who didn’t understand her stories, her words, the themes she penned. But Rosaline knew the truth—what was genuine and meaningful and worth it—when it stood right in front of her, hand outstretched.

She slipped her fingers into his, her voice soft but certain, “Home sounds perfect.”

The End

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HOUSE OF ERIDIA ── touchstarved x reader, high fantasy au

“Among the monarch's most intimate inner circle was their Master of Whispers (...) sharp and cunning, the mastermind of an intricate network of spies and informants that ran through the high aristocracy within the walls of the palace, down to the most slimy backwaters of the kingdom's outskirts. The truth of LEANDER’s threat, however, laid within his charm (...) it is said that not even his most beloved Eminence trusted him.”

Leander was devoted— as devoted as a man of such skill in less than legal information brokering could be, at least. Often times you wondered whether he was worth trusting; so much information he laid out at your feet like a suitor would bestow upon you with golds and jewels and fine silks, and just as much he kept away from you. Perhaps it was unwise to bestow upon the fickle position of Master of Whispers to a man who shared your bed, but never his own secrets-- or perhaps you thought too much of him. You did, after all, cradle your own secrets to your chest.

“To one such as the monarch, who clung onto their religion as if it were drywood amidst the furious seas, KURAS was a strange sort of salvation in himself (...) rumoured to be otherworldly, golden-eyed and infinitely wise not only in his knowledge of forgotten, they claimed him a lost eldritch being, shunned by the highest deities of the sky. Others said that he was a deity himself. But what deity hid in the shadows of the throne and kissed the feet of the mortal that sat upon it?”

Amidst the fickle serpents' game of politics and war, there was a superficial solace to be found in the religion you were raised in as a child. From that faith, your devotion extended to a gift from the gods laid at your door, the golden-eyed angel that you were not quite sure existed till they bestowed him to you. Strangely enough, he treated you with the same sort of reverence— as an acolyte might to their own deity. Yours was a strange relationship, a push-and-pull of prayer and religious guilt. Both of you hid your unholiness within a facade of worship and idolatry. You did not know why he has come, but you knew he saw you for what you were and bent the knee anyway. Be not afraid, he said. And so you were not, blindly so.

“The paramour was flame-haired and quick of the tongue, an exotic pet that graced the bed of Their Majesty easily enough once lured with the promise of lavish gifts and security (…) VERE traded his ugly iron shackles for a prettier set of golden chains, but he was not so cunning so as to let himself be lured in by the false promises of what he called “these damned monarchs”.”

It was not an uncommon feat for monarchs to take paramours even after marriage, but if the whore picked from the streets of silk was pretty enough, it could warrant the envious whispers of enraged nobles no matter how high a position one may hold within the royal family. Fortunately, Vere played the game of thrones well, you must admit. Of all the lovers and paramours you've taken over the course of your rule, he is the one you have to worry about defending in court the least… though his knowledge and skill holds up a different problem for you entirely. Perhaps your Small Council does speak some truth when they warn you of the lies he could entrap you in…

”THE STRANGER came like death on a misty night in the dead of winter. Who were they? What reason could they have to lurk around the castle halls, to indulge themselves in the benevolence of the monarch of which they did not worship? What did they seek, and why was Their Majesty so eager to offer their aid?”

A ruler as kind and benevolent as yourself was not so arrogant so as to be oblivious to the suffering of the smallfolk. Many called you naïve, too young to carry the burden of the crown, but you have inherited centuries of peace from your parents, and are intent on continuing such tradition. That is, perhaps, the reason why you welcomed MHIN into your palace that night, turning down your council’s suggestions of torturing them — where they’ve came from, why they’ve come, how a commoner possesses a gift for the magic arts. You offer them bread and wine and a place of rest, speaking nothing of how you’ve noticed their eyes flit about— not warily, but searching. It is naïvety then, in your hopes that MHIN finds what you seek in you, despite your sureness that you will one day stand at opposite ends of a looming war.

“Rare was a monarch who did not indulge in illicit affairs, whether it be a matter of simply flesh or true romance— but what transpired between Their Majesty and the creature of Crimson Grotto was so twisted that their story was told as both urban legend and warning even a millennia afterwards. But in the most desperate of times, even the most noble of the gods’ chosen are capable of such sin.”

AIS was already a figure of urban legend when you came to him him, a sopping wet half-adult playing dress up in an oversized crown and velvet robes weighed down by the grimy water that stained its hem. He never did tell you whether the stories you’d heard were true, only confirmed that yes, he is capable of what you beg him for. He thought of you foolish, to make a deal with an eldritch creature — or, at least, the vessel of one — but he realised too late that he’d gone off the deep end with you when it came to this deal. In the end, there was only his hope that they would not liken you, so good and so bright, to the hopeless thing that is whatever is left of him. Or, perhaps, it will be a last mercy to both of you, to be known in history side-by-side, mentioned alongside the other always— like a single entity.

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randomness-is-my-order · 1 year ago

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from the start, i’ve mainly been praising the show and have spoken against the minor nitpicks but i think some constructive criticism won’t go amiss. i’m always going to advocate for praise + critique but since literally all my posts praise the show (character-work, writing, directing, cinematography, literally all aspects) i’ll focus on the main issues i have with it for this one.

i’m only saying this because i do think there is merit to the conversation: yes, i agree with many other people saying the show has a very real lack of tension. the stakes are established, potential horrific consequences are alluded to, but the instances in which the action needs to take place falls short. i wanted to see percy and annabeth and grover SHOWING their inexperience through stumbling on traps (which would automically raise the tension in both medusa’s lair and the lotus casino), i wanted them to make mistakes and quick-think their way out of it. sure, there’s something to be said about conveying annabeth’s intelligence but aunty em was a great way of highlighting percy & annabeth’s dyslexia by having them be unable to read the signs. the statues could have been removed from the yard–a move that would show medusa’s intelligence instead. similarly, the fun of the lotus casino was about the creepiness that slowly and steadily builds on the backdrop of this harmless kid carival like setting. percy, annabeth and grover’s intelligence and knowledge has already been built in other obstacles so seeing them actually fall for well-set traps seems to me like a much more nuanced portrayal of the kids, their capabilities but also their weaknesses. speaking of, i was waiting for one moment of annabeth making some mistake, showing some flaw. i think it would have been cool if she was the one to lose her drachma given that she was undoubtedly jostled hard while clinging to the cerberus. grover already felt like he messed up after the lotus casino and having percy reassure annabeth after her drachma screwup would really nail in that yeah she’s intelligent and wise but she is also just 12 and she can be a bit reckless too.

honestly, i’m a sucker for flaws. i love my emotional percabeth bits to death but would i have rejoiced just as much had both of them been a little more unempathetic towards each other and been at each other’s throats for a few more episodes? yes.

i love show grover and his earnestness and savagery in manipulating a god but do i love my little coward goat boy who slowly but surely proves himself to be capable and brave? who keeps asking for food at the most inopportune moments but really has percy’s back at the end of the day? who is severely unconfident but slowly learns to trust himself more? yes! i just feel like the grover we have now was my imagining of grover in book 2-3. we never got to see his major flaws so i’m just wondering what kind of upward arc will he have and will it be as impressive as the books.

i really really appreciated that percy’s impertinence was actually something he paid a price for. it will make his continued rebellion against the gods that much more intentional. that said, i would have liked percy’s relative ignorance of the mythic world to still remain. having sally make him so prepared that he sometimes manages to know obscure greek stories sort of blends their roles in the trio. yes, each one of them is layered and there is no one super rigid position they must adhere to but this is storytelling on television at the end of the day, the characters should have unique traits to distinguish themselves. for me, percy’s intelligence was about his presence of mind and deductive reasoning which the lotus casino scene in the book beautifully portrays. similarly, his knowledge was less about facts he knew and more about the street smarts he had acquired. in some way, annabeth and percy have a weird overlap in characteristics (show annabeth feels as sassy as show percy which is not the book dynamic imo).

i don’t see these as minor nitpicks btw – i think show portrayals have changed these characters through small changes and while that is okay, it also leaves room for improvement before it is too late. there are many considerations to be made–percy’s grief, annabeth’s tackling of complex feelings about the gods, grover’s guilt, ofc. but it’s, i think, a valid critique of the show that the main trio’s dialogue and actions could be made more faithful to the books.

also, i think the direction can be more dynamic, especially in exposition-heavy scenes. there are ways to make info-dumping fun and i’m sure the directors are more than capable of exploring these options moving forward.

there are many more smaller things i would point out but i don’t want to make this longer that it already is. many people handwave alot of the critique saying that the show is for children to which i say: children’s media doesn’t mean lesser quality media–the books were literally made for children yet on tv, many scenes are sanitised, very little left not on-the-nose. i have myself mentioned how certain scenes could be impossible to film with 12 yr olds (medusa beheading) without harming them mentally in some way so i appreciate the clever sanitization there. but the action sequences do need much more edge and that’s okay to acknowledge. the show we have now is great but it is absolutely not without flaws and normalising discussion about the flaws is only going to benefit the show moving forward.

and lastly, rick might be the author of the books but there is no rule that once you like an author’s work, you will have to like all of that author’s writing. just because rick made some final decisions does not take away the fandom’s rights to question those decisions and critique the screenwriting. there is seriously no use putting him on a pedestal–and i say this as someone who adores his writing in pjo.

let’s let the fandom breathe a little. let the mild, politely conveyed critique become commonplace as much as the ardent praise because i think that’s the balance we need to ensure that season two delivers on all the fronts that season one was unable to.

that’s all. thanks for reading lol. have a nice day. :))

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Fallen London Crayon Ask Game: Mango Purée!

mango purée: what’s something modern they would love, and what’s something modern they would hate?

Samuel would simultaneously HUGELY benefit from an autism diagnosis and also find modern working life absolutely soul crushing. Voted most likely to end up in a cult because they promised an appealing commune and he was desperate to escape his life.

But with a diagnosis, or even just the knowledge that autistic is a thing he might be, he'd have a better chance of understanding WHY this sort of thing isn't working, and that it's not a moral failure on his part. In the Neath it's easy for him to run off and have an extremely atypical life, but in The Modern World he would need to intentionally strive to carve out that atypical life for himself. ANYWAY THATS NOT THE ACTUAL ANSWER THATS JUST. A THING A MODERN SAM NEEDS.

Modern thing he would hate: the simple fact that all the maps are filled in. Everything is safe. He'd be quick to acknowledge that that's better, overall, for everyone, but I think he'd quietly really long for the open edges of the map where There Be Dragons. Both literally and metaphorically -- Sam is living in a time when you can poison yourself a bunch with dangerous chemicals and it's for Science!! Even if you were very stupid and just die, you got valuable data!!! Now if you eat chemicals in the lab you will just get fired because we already know not to eat them you dummy. You need fifteen years of schooling to catch up on what everyone already knows in most arenas, and Samuel simply does not have that in him. A world that requires him to develop expertise before he can jump in and learn hands-on is a much smaller world, for him. Modern thing he would love: A while ago some friends pondered a Modern Day College AU for our flondons and I decided that, while boats can certainly still exist in college, vibes-wise for the setting it made the most sense to translate Sam's love of zailing into being a Car Guy, and we joked about college AU Black Ribbon being an illegal street racing club. I think this tracks a lot for actual Sam too…… the physicality of learning about and working on his personal machine, the thrill of Go Fast, the competition and adrenaline of Racing.... I think he would love cars like they're people.

#fl crayon ask game #fl: the bloodstained deacon #flondonposting #ask shazz

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forbidding-souda · 10 months ago

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do korekiyo, hajime and makoto with a shsl underground surgeon

I'm sorry if it's to much 🙏🏾

Shinguuji Korekiyo, Hajime Hinata and Makoto Naegi with a SHSL Underground Surgeon S/O

I rated american mary as 4 stars on letterboxd bc oh my goddd i love underground surgeon shit in high school i used to dream to be one.

straying from the usual formatting until I get my feeting in ykwim so this isn't gonna have the scenarios written in the indentation like i used to do. but i tried. also sorry if things are written incorrectly grammar and wording wise.

also guys send me requests rn so i can keep posting daily

-Mod Souda

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ The moment you two had your first conversation there was an immediate connection. Your actions are too vile for his sister's liking, but they were just vile enough for his. And you're very knowledgable about your studies, it's not as if you're working out of anger or malice towards normalcy. You're like him.

❤ He finds you two very similar.

❤ Oh how the two of you will have a blast talking about anatomy. You both are extremely educated and experienced in human anatomy, tearing into people, often 'fixing' them (if you believe it to be that way).

❤ Wait omg you'd be so good at finding victims for him. There can be a sweet lady who just wants teeth sharpening and you're like omg I have someone you'd want to meet.

You'll be taking off your latex gloves, wiping the blood from your face when he comes into your studio. "My dear," he announces himself so you won't get startled. As if he'd startle you anyway. You always know when people enter. He stares at the patient, alive but unconscious, on the table before glancing back at you. "I suppose you're busy?" "Depends," you turn away and focus yourself on wiping the bloody body next. "What do you need? Is it life or death?"

❤ You know about the gruesome things he can do and he knows about yours. Fairs fair. You're both doing illegal things.

❤ He finds most interest in the requests you've been given. People request you to remove their limbs? Their eyes? Their teeth? Humanity is so interesting...

❤ He'd rock a split tongue just saying.

❤ ^ Moaned.

❤ The first conversation was def you two mentioning niche body mod things from history. He wanted to use trivia to inform you on disturbing things but you'd be like "oh yeah I've done that before, easy peasy" and he's like you've what.

❤ On a cuter note, imagine teaching him all the surgical stitching patterns you know. If there's a tear in the pillow you can highkey fix it, just in a unique way.

❤ People from around the world come to you for commissions and you get to surprise them with your knowledge about their country and customs. It makes you even more popular. Where once you were admired, now you are loved. You make people feel at home.

❤ Morbid ass pictures hanging on the walls of your shared home. Crazy shit that both of you find beautiful.

❤ If you're the type to want a big wedding, imagine how insane the audience would appear to onlookers.

Hajime Hinata

❤ Yeah he knows an interesting group of people. He never thought Hope's Peak would be able to introduce him to such a versatile group. His class holds a lot of illegal activities, fair's fair. Whenever he wanted to avoid Fuyuhiko, somehow he'd end up in your view. No matter where he turned to run, there was somebody scary beside him. But unlike him, you didn't threaten him, you were kind. The stare you gave him had compassion.

❤ Everyone involved in Japanese street fashion and alternative cultures know your name. And as a man who is usually indoors, he hadn't the clue of you.

❤ You can't be too scary with the way Ibuki keeps fawning over your medical abilities like you're a superhero. And to make your credibility even more astonishing, Sonia was thoroughly pleased to hear all of the things you've done. Class 77-B would love you srry.

❤ ^ Ibuki immediately pulls up her phone to show Hajime how you gave her friend pointed ears.

❤ ^ He's like woahh I see the vision.

❤ You have a certain glow in your eyes when you get to explain your work to him. Sure, the elf ears are pleasing, but there are so many other things you can do.

❤ At least once a week you try to convince him to get some form of body mod. You should make a argumentative slideshow.

❤ Your hands are really steady. He notices this almost instantly. You have the steadiest hands he's ever seen, very different from how shaky Mikan can appear.

❤ ^ Oooo you wanna imagine you sitting on the bathroom counter doing his eyeliner so bad oooo.

❤ ^ "You'd look good with tatted eyes."

❤ ^ "No."

❤ Sometimes he'll catch you staring at him, and you do this thing where you tilt your head as if you're examining his features. You have a hawk-like stare. Though, when his eyes reach yours, you look away with a small smile. In some occasions it creeps him out but in others, he finds it flattering.

❤ You are often forced to hear the life stories of your clients, depending on their modification, some of them feel the need to justify their decision to you. It reminds you of how Hajime gets along with others so well. He's such a good listener and mediator.

❤ Last thing but. Listen okay so realistically how likely is it lore-wise that a SHSL Underground Surgeon would help implement Izuru. Very likely, right? Anywho.

Makoto Naegi

❤ Be careful with him because if he's not gonna know how to hold his tongue if he finds out some of the stuff is illegal. But he has to remind himself that he is friends with the Toko Fukawa, so his lover being an underground surgeon isn't that bad, right?

❤ It's not as if you're torturing anyone... right?

❤ Your SHSL is scary to anybody once they learn it. You just know how they'll look at you when you have to announce it yourself. But like enjoy your craft; your life's work.

❤ He researched you ahead of time, of course he did, but he stopped at the pictures of people with tatted eyeballs, it made him queasy. When he researched your name, he saw a gallery of your work. You're world renowned.

❤ You do carry photos of your work in your backpack. You have a good portfolio of things you'd do. Silicone horns, rare piercings, skin removals. Nothing murderous or bloody like he thought when you pulled out a big, scary leather folder.

❤ And you're not openly sadistic towards him, you never have been. You're likeable - loveable. Nothing like the scary monster other people claim you to be.

❤ When you explain some things you do he's like "oh, so things like nipple piercings?" and you're like "well it's a little more complicated than that-".

❤ He meets one of your patients that has lip plates and he's like ykw not as scary in person as in the photographs you showed me sweetie.

❤ When he talks to you at night, he's always scared to ask "what did you do today?"

❤ ^ Or if you're in your workshop he's scared to ask you what you're doing.

❤ He doesn't have a job, so his time is mostly free, and you always seem to be busy. You're either talking to a new client, refreshing with an old one, or working on somebody. Your life is filled with your business, but that's what makes you a SHSL, doesn't it?

❤ Can't say his family is the most stoked when learning your SHSL.

❤ Slowly but surely he'll want to be apart of your world, but sitll, he'll always get nervous around your more extreme clients. There are times where your client will enter your workshop and have another people with them, and Naegi is more likely to get along with that person, especially if they're just as unaware of this scene as he is.

❤ You think it's a bit funny.

#korekiyo shinguuji #korekiyo shinguji #x reader #korekiyo shinguji x reader #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #danganronpa #hajime hinata x reader #makoto naegi x reader #cw gore

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ISN'T PUMBAA ACTUALLY SMARTER THAN TIMON?

(asking because of that one episode where Timon was turned into a big and Pumbaa ate him on accident)

Omg THAT FRICKEN EPISODE. 😭 (Notice how Timon flips out when he plugs Pumbaa’s brain in, and Pumbaa starts going off on him about how he’s been taking him for granted, underestimating him, and not treating him properly?! That’s Timon going—OH, he’s seeing my flaws, and OH GOD HE’S GONNA LEAVE ME. ABORT. ABORT. And then he yanks the plug back out instead of addressing the problem. 😬 Definitely a bit morally questionable, but 100% shame and fear-driven IMO.)

ANYWAYS. Ah yes, the age old question. Who is actually more intelligent, Timon or Pumbaa?!

My answer? They’re both dumb asses.

No, but seriously. I think they are equally intelligent (although Timon DEFINITELY believes he’s smarter.)

Timon is intelligent in a street-wise, quick-witted, scheming sort of way. He’s fast-talking, great at improvisation, and quick on his feet (especially when in danger!) He’s the idea guy, always coming up with a plan or some harebrained scheme. He’s also super emotionally reactive, which can make him adaptable in crisis situations, but it can also make him prone to panicking.

But for all his smarty-smartness, he also GREATLY overestimates his own intelligence. He also has a tendency to just… make things up… when he doesn’t know the answer to something. He also ignores logic when his pride or feelings are on the line. He also uses his sense of humor and his control-freak tendencies as defense mechanisms.

Soooo yeah. Timon is SMART, but he’s not always wise.

Now, Pumbaa on the other hand, is extremely EMOTIONALLY intelligent. He’s supportive of others, can sense when something is wrong, and can stay pretty calm and level-headed under pressure (unless someone calls him a pig.)

He also offers ACTUAL WISDOM pretty often. Like, sure, his delivery might sometimes seem slow and naive, but he often offers things that are a lot more insightful than Timon’s mile-a-minute conclusions.

He also seems to be kinda book smart, too?? Like, he has a deep wealth of knowledge about the stars, the earth, and other random things that no warthog should have any business knowing! He’s pretty well versed in science-y things!

But, Pumbaa is also not without weaknesses. He’s kinda trusting to a fault, because he tends to always see the good in others, even when it’s not there. And he also gets greatly underestimated because of his gentle, kind demeanor and his slow delivery.

Soooooo. Basically, I would say that Timon is more street-smart, and perhaps, more traditionally smart than Pumbaa is, mainly because of how creative, quick-thinking, and scheming he is.

But Pumbaa is WAAAAAY more emotionally intelligent and A LOT wiser than Timon. And way more insightful and knowledgeable about how the natural world works. Timon may be the “ideas” guy, but Pumbaa understands others on an emotional level in a way that Timon struggles with, I think.

So yeah. I think they come out pretty even, actually. Don’t tell Timon that, though.

#timon and pumbaa #timon #pumbaa #lion king #tlk #camy answers #starlight-sys-stuff

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venear-tmblr · 2 years ago

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…. so i’ve had an idea

C!Ven FableSMP In-Character Smash or Pass

Today we reject canon and embrace non-canom ships like it’s the 2000’s-10’s again. Let us begin heheheh (also im sticking to masc leaning characters because c!Ven likes 🅱️oys.)

Aax

5/10: Pass

I don’t think they’d be bad for each other, I just think Ven would feel out of his depth yk? Their communication type wouldn’t clash badly, they’d both be able to argue without killing one another, but they just dont click?

I just think Ven would be intimidated? and that should be a dealbreaker in any relationship.

Caspian

6/10: Smash

Caspian would be the cool ex that you still see sometimes in random places, and you stop for 10-15 min to see how he’s doing, before you both leave and forget about each other again.

Cas would keep Ven’s bossy streak in check, and they’d sort out their problems together well. They have aligning interests in knowledge and writing, and overall they’d work.

they actually seem like the kind of couple to fall out of love with each other? which is very sad to me ;-;

They’d care about each other a lot i think, in a Scott’s Street by Phoebe Bridgers kinda way

Centross

7/10: Smash

… there’s only room for one self-sacrificing idiot in this relationship.

Opposite of Rae; Centross is Ven’s type, personality-wise. Also Centross does the love-bickering thing that Ven and Feng would do. They communicate well, they’d argue healthily, over all they’d be pretty good tbh. The sleep schedule between the two of them would be bad though, Ven would forget to stop work and Centross would do the same, they’d forget to check in with each other.

Rae

3/10: Pass (edit, was 2/10 but i raised it by 1 for Zenni the beloved)

you already know what i’m gonna say about these goobers. they’re terrible for each other

the interesting thing to me; there’s only two reasons for Ven to date Rae. 1) they’re young, and social norms say you should date someone similar to you. So both Vena and Rae would go “he likes what i like” and call it a day. OR 2) Rae would be a rebound for Ven. neither of which can happen in canon. (i love the band au blorbos <3)

Seven

4/10: Pass

they wouldn’t be bad, Ven just wouldn’t know how to approach Seven? Seven has so much going in, and Ven would need to know every detail about Seven’s past in order to feel comfortable in the relationship. Seven can’t really give that, so the relationship is over before it’s begun.

Ulysses

7/10: Smash

Similar to Caspian, they’d get along, they’d be good exes. Ven would learn a lot academically from Ulysses.

bonus point because this fish sounds aussie and that is important to me ok

Will

4/10: Pass

Based on the emotional reactions seen in the spy arc of S2, I don’t think these two would get along. i actually think Ven would get on Will’s nerves in close proximity, if he were to open up and let Will in emotionally. Not that it’d be Will’s fault, they just clash. They would have common interests though, so all wouldn’t be lost.

Will would speak his mind, whilst Ven clams up and avoids conflict, but they’d get around to communicating eventually. (so they’re def not the worst pairing on this list.)

Wolf

…9/10: Smash

ok hear me out, you haven’t seen the half of it in canon yet, but these two work well. They have a lot in common (that i can’t share yet)

they argue so well, maybe even better than Feng and Ven did. Where Feng would speak up with Ven, Wolf sits and listens and waits.

Wolf is Ven’s type physically,tall with long hair and broad shoulders, and comes close to his type in personality.

nodders they should kiss

…So in conclusion; Let Ven join Wolftross, its time for Wolventross throuple takover

#fable smp #c!ven #raeven #centross #fable smp aax #ghostyjpg #willowmvp #wiindsock #mcyt

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awardenandacrow · 5 months ago

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FANFIC SNIPPET 42

[Naimy sees Treviso for the first time]

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“That’s… Dock Town through there,” Neve nodded towards the Eluvian. Naimeryn glanced towards her and the mirror, seeing the shimmering distortion over streets of stone, wooden scaffoldings and boarded over windows, and glowing magical lights. Her stomach knotted. She knew Neve was eager to go home, and to touch base with her Shadow Dragon contacts. She owed the Shadow Dragons in part for her freedom, so surely she should also be excited to meet them?

But the thought of returning to Minrathos again, and so soon, made her feel physically ill. What was wrong with her? She should be well over these feelings by now. Hadn’t she told Harding she couldn’t keep letting a dead magister control her life?

The dwarf in question spoke then.

“This one looks like it’ll take us to Treviso,” she called over from the next mirror, a little way back from the Minrathos one. Naimeryn wandered over to Harding. She’d never been to Antiva, and knew next to nothing about it beyond it being the home of the Antivan Crows. Although it was bright in the Crossroads, it was night time in reality, and unlike Minrathos with its magical lighted banners and signs, Treviso twinkled with only lamplight. The sky was largely unobstructed by even its tallest buildings, and the moon shone down on the city, it’s light sparkling off the water of the canals.

It looked so… serene.

“Neve,” Naimeryn said softly, tearing her eyes from the Eluvian, “we’re just meeting with your Crow contacts to essentially finalize a contract, right? Do you think we could do that now, and head to Dock Town in the morning?”

“I think that would be wise,” Neve nodded, “Tarquin won’t be able to meet us until then, anyway.”

“Oh, good,” Naimeryn said with a sigh of relief. At least her internal issues weren’t going to inconvenience anyone. “I wonder if there’s a way we can sort out to better keep track of time in the real world when we’re in the Fade.”

She chewed on her lip. “And I hope the Crows won’t mind meeting after dark.”

Neve snorted. “I doubt it.”

“I’ll head back and talk to Bellara about the time thing,” Harding offered, pulling her bow back off of her back. “She may have some ideas.”

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” Naimeryn asked. “If the Demon of Vyrantium joins us, will that be a problem for you?”

“Oh, no, nothing like that,” Harding shook her head. “I’m a professional! I just… I’m not much of a contract negotiator.”

“Fair enough,” Neve laughed. “Will you be all right, finding your way back on your own?”

“Yeah, I remember the way,” Harding said brightly. “I’ll see you both when you get back!”

“All right, see you!” Naimeryn gave her a little wave as she turned back the way they had come. She turned back to Neve. “Ready?”

“Let’s go,” Neve nodded, and gestured for her to go through first. Naimeryn took a deep breath, and did so.

The view she’d gotten in the Eluvian’s surface had not done the city of Treviso any justice at all. Naimeryn gasped, stepping forward just enough that Neve could follow her before standing, rooted to the spot, not even noticing that her feet were getting wet from the foot of water they stood in.

“The Drowned District,” she heard Neve mutter. “Lovely.”

The water lapped halfway up stairs and against wooden walkways on stilts. Was this… the Rialto Bay? Were they near there? Naimeryn’s knowledge of geography involved a few glances at a map.

Other than where they stood, the water’s surface was so smooth and still that the stars, moon, and lamplight were all reflected downward, as though the sky and it were one, endless pinpricks of light in all directions. Turning back towards the city, the wooden pathways lead to structures built just above the water’s surface, and to stairs between them into the city proper. As Naimeryn’s gaze rose with them, she could see sweeping arches, trellises covered with vines and blooms, and windows of glass that was not quite clear but not as ornate as the stained glass windows of Minrathos’s Chantry. Through arches and windows and peeking between leaves, everywhere, was light. The city itself seemed to glow from within.

“Have you ever seen *anything* so *beautiful?*” Naimeryn asked Neve breathlessly.

Neve chuckled in response. “The jewel of Antiva, I believe they call her. It’s a shame about the occupation.”

“The Antaam, right?” Naimeryn asked, finally tearing her eyes from the city to look back at her companion. “Is it bad?”

“It’s not good,” Neve said, taking a big step onto one of the wooden paths to get out of the standing water. She frowned down at her metal leg.

“Will it rust?” Naimeryn asked curiously, but Neve only laughed.

“You worry too much,” she told her. “Do you really think I haven’t enchanted this thing against all of that?”

“Oh,” Naimeryn felt her face grow red and she quickly dropped her gaze, stepping up next to Neve. “I’m so sorry.”

Neve’s gentle touch on her shoulder startled her. “I know you mean well, Rook. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Of course not,” Naimeryn grinned sheepishly at her. “You’re Neve Gallus.”

Neve cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’ve been talking to Bellara too much.”

“Rook and Neve?”

Naimeryn jumped, both mages instinctively reaching for their weapons as another body *thud*ded onto the path with them from above. A young boy, maybe thirteen years old, stood up in front of them. He had short dark hair and soft, dark eyes.

“That’s a good way to get killed, little cousin,” called the voice of another, older boy, crouched above them on the roof of a nearby building. “You are lucky our guests have steady hands.”

With that, the other boy joined them on the path. This boy wore his longer hair in a low ponytail, but he had the same dark eyes as the first.

“I’m Dareth,” the older boy said, putting his arm around the shoulders of the younger and giving him a playful shake. “This is Jacobus, my cousin. We’re Crows. Andarateia Cantori has eyes out for your arrival.”

“Well met,” Neve said, relaxing.

“Are you to be our guides, then?” Naimeryn asked, releasing her grip on her staff. She’d heard horrible things about the Crows’ training methods, but these boys were… bright. Playful. She thought back to the few times she’d met Zevran. She supposed he was also surprisingly easygoing, but he’d been away from the Crows for a very long time already when they’d met. Maybe it was a common trait amongst their ranks.

“We’ll make sure you don’t get into any trouble with the Antaam,” Dareth nodded. “If you’ll come with us.”

“Avoiding trouble is *not* my specialty,” Naimeryn smirked, “so I think that would be best.”

Jacobus returned to the rooftops to run ahead and inform Neve’s contact that they were on their way. Neve conversed with Dareth as they walked, but Naimeryn found herself looking every which way, trailing behind, soaking up all the sights.

#dragon age the veilguard #fanfic #rookanis #dragon age rook #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age #my rook #rook #original character #neve gallus #lace harding #treviso #antivan crows #Antiva #datv rook #datv spoilers #Naimeryn Thorne #fanfic snippet

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