#[ he's like easily my second fav muse to write ]

[conquiistador]

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[ Thank you very much! I'm pretty spotty with my activity on here, but I'm happy to be writing Doflamingo! ]

[ghostfacesvalentine]

First time - Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, dom/sub dynamic, sort of ddlg? No non con, but reader begging to slow down bc overstim, mmm i dunno.

Type: blurp

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: No prompt, just smut abt when or how reader came to call the muse “Daddy” for the first time.

Notes: I mainly just kind of included muses I would think to be the more dominant ones, at least ones that I could write easily for. Maybe I’ll make another one, idk. So sorry if your fav didn’t make the cut ily.

Michael Myers: Honestly what else was there to call him. As soon as you saw him, the way he towered over you as you looked up to him helplessly. It was no different from when he was tangling his mangled fingers into your scalp, gripping whatever amount of hair he could. Looking down to you through the holes of his mask as you felt him deeper you could almost swear you were going to split. “Daddy.” You repeated like a prayer as he’d hit the right spot, feeling your legs flinch deliciously as your folds clenched around him. Even after creaming all over him, you repeating his new nickname would only cause him to pin you down to the floorboards even if you’re screaming and begging him to slow down because you were overstimulated. Michael would be absolutely feral.

Billy Loomis: Kind of has a softer approach, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be any less torturous. It’s almost like he’s trying to get it out of you. Billy knew when he lusted for you across the classroom that he’d have you in a puddle of your own arousal in no time. Bonus points if you’re shy. He’d be gentle at first, running his finger tips all across your tender spots, watching you intensely, so much so it makes you kind of uneasy at first. Still, to be sitting on a picnic table, exposed to him as you were, there was something so hot about it. When his fingertips plunge into you after almost a half hour of sloppy wet kisses, you were stunned at the self control he managed to have. After a few pumps he traces your arousal around the outer parts of your folds, with a devilish smile when he notices your pout. “Daddy please” You beg, your hand gripping onto his wrist. Something in him flicks, he has you exactly where he wants you. “Please what kitten?”

Patrick Bateman: He’s used to making all the calls, you always trusted that he knew best. Sometimes it felt like Patrick liked to make all the shots more than he lead on, but that didn’t mean he didn’t annoy you at times. “Don’t forget we have that dinner reservation at 7. I don’t like to eat much later than that, it messes with my schedule.” He’d call out from across the room as he worked on his button up. Rolling your eyes as you were trying to make your makeup work. “Yes daddy.” It takes him a second to register before you feel him behind you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat. He didn’t understand what came over him, but all he knew was that if he wanted to see you pout, he wanted it to be because he was making you hold back your orgasm. Grabbing you by your throat and pulling you back against his chest, his free hand would make of your panties. “What a fucking brat.” He’d mumble into the side of your head as he’d expose you in front of the mirror you were getting ready before.

Poison Ivy: Calling her daddy probably wouldn’t be the best idea, but she would know what you meant. Sometimes it would just slip out and she understood. Ivy would even use it as an excuse to prolong your orgasm. “Daddy, please, I can’t” You’d cry out as you clenched for the fourth time in a row, afraid you had nothing left in you. Lifting your head to see Ivy’s lustful smile as you came undone so pretty, you knew she wasn’t stopping any time soon. “Oh baby, when will you learn that’s not my name.” She’d hush into your neck as her tongue would make work of your sensitive spots. Her free hand would plunge into your open cry-filled mouth to muffle your moans of the nickname. That’s the only time she didn’t want to hear it, but she can’t help but keep you riding your waves of pleasure.

Steve Rogers: He’s already kind of a kinky boy, as soon as he saw you, he was fantasying of you in a short skirt and over the knee socks, picking you up and pounding mercilessly into you as you screamed for him that it was too much, but you both knew it felt too good to stop. It wouldn’t be long for you to find yourself in that position. Steve’s super serum made it all the easier to pick you up effortlessly to keep you from squirming away as you felt his dick plunge deeper into you causing your eyes to roll back into your head. “Daddy, okay- Please-” You’d cry out, not knowing what you wanted, just knowing all you knew was Steve. With every thrust, he just became more unhinged, then when he felt your folds clench around him as you squirted all over him, seeing your eyes fumble out tears, you both knew “Steve” was no longer his name to you.

Bucky Barnes: Kind of similar to Steve, but not so much. He’s a tiny bit more gentle. Bucky would rather have you coming undone onto him, watching your eyes beg for him to keep going, hitting that spot his fingers graze when they curl a certain way. Seeing you clench your nails into his arm as you cream for the third time and whimper out “Daddy” with swollen lips and tear-filled eyes, not looking away from him. “Come on baby, another one for daddy, you know I love your pretty pies” Dirty words would flow effortlessly from his lips, he’d leave so many pretty marks on your neck as you whined out his new nickname.

Loki Laufeyson: He’d catch you in a vulnerable position, mainly focused on making you orgasm. “What is it sweetheart? Like that?” He’d almost mock as you nod, indicating his fingers were helping you. “Sorry what was that?” He’d ask, frowning as he’d look to meet your eyes, when you wouldn’t, he’d take his hands from your core, causing you to whine. “No, daddy, please I need it.” You’d beg, grabbing onto his wrists and pulling him back to where he was. Any other time this would be unacceptable, but he wanted to see you undone so bad. More than that, he wanted to hear you again, so he’d work with his fingers, then remove them, or slow down only to hear you whimper out “Daddy-” Your frustration causing you to meet his eyes, almost angry “I wanna cum on your hands.”

Cloud Strife: By no means would it be intentional, but when he’s pounding into you, your face digging into the mattress as his head is hitting your g spot, you couldn’t help but whine out “Daddy, like- like that” Which only makes him grab your hips and bring them closer to his, digging his dick further into you. He must be doing something right if you’re breathlessly crying out. Not to mention, he’d take it as praise and I would infer that he has a praise kink. When you wouldn’t moan any more, he’d grab a fistful of your hair and bring you back up to him “Do I stop?” He’d tease as his face met your damp cheek.

Bruce Wayne: You’d be begging to get his attention, crawling onto his lap, usually you weren’t this demanding, but you yearned to feel his warm hands on your body, it didn’t matter where. He put up less of a fight, you both knew climbing onto his lap or trying to get his attention while he was investigating was a big no no. Somehow you felt like maybe he wanted you to keep going too. You felt your sensitive spot graze onto his lap as you pulled yourself closer to him. “Daddy, please I wanna play.” You mumbled out, not knowing what his reaction would be, then feeling an abrupt shift, his hands landing onto your hips, planting you onto his bulge. You saw the twinkle in his eye, not knowing where it really came from until he’s pushing his dick as far as your fold would let him, bent over his desk in the bat cave “thought baby wanted to play?” He’d mumble to you as he’d pull your hair all together in a fist to pull you back by.

Jason Todd: Honestly, just meeting him and you kind of knew that was him. It was when you were giving him the silent treatment that he pulled you onto his lap, holding you still against his growing bulge “What’s wrong bunny?” He’d mumble as he would try to find your eyes. This being your first time being handled by him, you felt your center puddle, then throb when you felt your sensitive parts grind so gently against his bulge. Pursing your bottom lip, you found the courage to look him in the eyes only to see his lips curl into a smile. Jason would nonchalantly rock your hips back and forth on his lap, acting as if he was still trying to get an answer out of you. “Did I do something?” He’d ask as if he didn’t know what he was doing. “Daddy please-” You’d surrender, pleading to feel anything else but your arousal stain your clothes.

[naktergalen]

Rivamika Fic Suggestions List 2

Hey there again! It’s been a while since my last rivamika post and I apologies for that. I caught the reading bug and have just been hitting book after book. I might be doing a book of the month suggestion starting in March. I’m still thinking about it but if that is something your interested in let me know. Or if you just want book suggestions just message or ask me. But for now, I’m back with my second Rivamika Fic Suggestions List.

First of all, I want to thank you for all the comments and messages I received from my first list! I think it has over 150 notes now which is crazy for me. I was going to be ecstatic if it got like 10 likes or something hahaha! I’ve enjoyed talking to some of you about fics and other snk stuff. Feel free to do the same after this post! I know I take awhile to respond but swear I get there eventually.

Same rules as last time. I’ve split this list up into four categories. I wanted to let people know the status of some of these fics in case they did not want to start an incomplete or in progress story. All of these fics can be found on AO3. I’m going to try to link them but we will see how tumblr acts today. If you have any fic suggestions for me, feel free to message me with them and I can add them on to the next list. If any author sees their story on here and wants me to take it off the list, please let me know I don’t wish to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Also, last thing, I highly recommend leaving comments and kudos to the authors. I know that they greatly appreciate it and it helps them with improving their writing through feedback. Okay shutting up now, ON WITH THE LIST!

DISCLAIMER: I know that not all of these stories are not for everyone, these are just my opinions and suggestions.

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Completed:

- Thunder Clouds

Author: K_Lionheart

Rating: Mature

Sometimes I like to go to the very back of the Rivamika archive on AO3 and look for fics that have gotten buried over time. Low and behold what I have found lol! I enjoyed the emotional roller coaster when I was reading this fic, though sometimes I wanted to pull my hair out. Set after the titans are gone, humanity has to repopulate so arranged couples by the monarch are made to be wed. While this new order is being enforced, Mikasa and Levi are trying to work out their strained relationship. A slow burn with angst that will have you staying up till 3am dying to know what happens next. I know that there is a sequel to this fic called Nimbus and I’m slowly working my way through that one. Honestly, it will probably go on my next list.

- Red is the Only Colour

Author: mongoose_bite

Rating: Mature

A cute fic that was a quick but wild ride. A Little Red Riding Hood type of AU where Mikasa is a hunter of some sorts traveling through a town. I don’t want to say how Levi plays into all of this since it gets border line spoilers but just know that he is there. It is an opening ending fic for the author to come back if they plan on doing so but it can be interpreted in different ways. All in all, a fic worth of the quick read.

- Sing Me a Song

Author: LazyTrash

Rating: Mature

First I have to get this off my chest, I love the author’s name hahaha! I freakin wished I would have thought of that for mine! Anyway, this fic is wonderful but I will warn you that its a gut punch. If you like hurt and angst put together, then this is the story for you. I love these types of fics because I adore them so much but they hurt me in my soul. I don’t know what that says about me but whatever. I don’t want to delve into the story too much for spoilers but I would suggest rivamika fans to check this one out.

- Midnight Musings

Author: Raewyll

Rating: Teen

I just started to read Raewyll’s fics so I’m slowly working my way through all her works. This one caught my eye and I had to read it. This is a cute take on a chance meeting through texting the wrong number. I love the way Levi and Mikasa’s relationship blossoms into something more serious after causally texting back and forth. It’s one of those stories that I can only describe as being cute as shit! I’m definitely going to be checking out more of Raewyll’s fic in the future.

Ongoing:

- Beyond the Walls

Author: helena3190

Rating: Matue

If you love RIvamika angst, then look no further than this baby right here. This is currently my favorite ongoing fic. It was supposed to be a shorter story, but the author keeps adding more chapters so I’m not complaining hahaha! This fic is pretty much how I would *personally* picture canon Mikasa on how she would deal with realizing that she’s falling in love with someone. Its mostly told in the perspective of Mikasa as she is dealing with the after effects of war and trying to figure out what should she do with her life now that she is no longer a solider. Her feeling for Levi come with a lot of confusion as she’s discovering emotions that she has never felt before. She has a hard time pinpointing on what exactly describes her relationship with him. I’m anxiously waiting for the final chapter for this fic and dying to see how it will end for Mikasa and Levi.

- After the War

Author: loneackerman

Rating: Mature

I am loving this rivamika slow burn fic right here. Its similar to Beyond the Walls but I think the author adds their own taste of the 1920s into it. Set after the war is over (obviously), Mikasa and Levi have to figure out what they are going to do the rest of their lives. It has great tension, a perfectly paced gradual romance and just the right amount of humor to combat the emotional turmoil it puts you through. Again in my opinion, this is close to how I would realistically perceive Levi and Mikasa’s relationship evolving. I’m really enjoying this story and I’m looking forward to more updates to come!

- The Sound of Lightning

Author: LycheeGreenTea

Rating: Mature

A new fic that is just getting started but I can tell that what the author has in store is going to be interesting. Set several years after the end of the war, Levi and Mikasa are loving parents to a single child. Their peaceful life comes to an end when the family has a threat against them. There are not many long fics about Mikasa and Levi being parent so I was very happy when this one popped up on the AO3 feed. An exciting adventure awaits the Ackerman family now and I can’t wait to see where this fic goes in the future. There are three chapters as of now so head over there and check it out.

Incomplete:

- Home

Author: MissErikaCourt

Rating: Mature

One of the gems I found when diving back into the Rivamika archive. Ugh I HATE that this fic is incomplete!!! Its a good long fic but I’m greedy and I need more! I will give a warning first that this fic does contain heavy themes. Mikasa and Levi are in the underground to fight against a criminal ring. This story is a slow burn with action and emotional trauma. There is a wonderfully written OC that you easily get attached to its not even funny. Even though its not completed, I would highly recommend checking it out. I still have three more chapters to finish but I had to put it on this list. I know that I’m going to be pissed once I reach the last chapter written. If someone know MissErikaCourt, let her know that she needs to comeback to finish this masterpiece!

- Shiver

Author: bornsinner

Rating: Mature

Another one that I DISPISE its incomplete!!! Ugh such a great Office AU. It’s everything that I would want in an Office AU setting. Mikasa struggles between her committed long term relationship and her growing attraction (which starts to develop into some feelings) to her boss, Levi. Its hot, sexy and intriguing and it pisses me off that its not finished! The author writes each chapter as a one-shot but collectively together they tell the whole story. Highly recommend even though its so short. BORNSINNER where ever you are in the universe I hope you come back to finish this!!!

- Two Lines

Author: Crejhov

Rating: Mature

When this was getting updated it was my favorite on-going Rivamika fic. I would find myself checking to see if the author updated with a new chapter every week! The unplanned pregnancy trope is a classic one, but Crejhov does a fantastic job on keeping readers enthralled with soo many anticipated character meet up that are bound to cause hurdles for our expecting parents. This story is told from the perspectives of Mikasa and Levi in order for us to understand where their mindsets are as they plan for their expecting child and deal with their relationship. AHHHHH I want more of this!!! I was soo excited to see where this awkward journey was going to take Mikasa and Levi. CREJHOV COME BACK PLEASE I KNOW YOU HAVE WORK BUT PLEAAASEEEE! I NEEEEEEDDDD!!!

- Cabin Fever

Author: AmayaOkami

Rating: Mature

All I should have to say about this is that its written by AmayaOkami and that should explain it. Amaya is the one that gave us the beautiful incomplete rivamika fic Romance and Rivalry. I just adore her writing. Levi and Mikasa relationship evolves as they are standing guard over the arrested Kenny Ackerman. Secrets are discover about the Ackermans and it gets pretty steamy between our two favs. Great fluff and great sexual tension that leaves you wanting more chapters! Again AmayaOkami where ever you went I hope for some miracle that you come back and complete this one too!

One-Shot:

- Jade

Author: shulkie

Rating: Mature

This one-shot feels like I read a novel, it has such a great storyline. An arranged marriage between Mikasa and Levi leaves the relationship strained in the beginning. Their relationship evolves over time as Levi patiently brings down Mikasa’s wall. With smut added for all of your one-shot needs. Definitely worth the read in my opinion.

- What Remains

Author: Mirime

Rating: Mature

This one-shot gives us a glimpse into the secret relationship that Levi and Mikasa have been having while there are still scouts. This fic is sad but I would say it has a bittersweet ending. I think this was supposed to be part of a collection but I can’t find the rest of them. Still a great read by itself.

- Agape

Author: alienheartattack (Sanneke)

Rating: Mature

This fic is cute as shit! A College AU where Mikasa and Levi are childhood friends. Levi has to deal with Mikasa being at the same college as him while he is struggling with his changing feelings towards a grown up Mikasa. Worth the read as I said cute as shit, leaves you all warm and fuzzy lol!

- As Seen in Shadows

Author: MoraLeeWright

Rating: Explicit

FUCKING MORA! LEE! WRIGHT! UFFFFGGHHH Fuck I’m in love with her writing style. I really have nothing to say more that just go read it! Its hot and sexy and the sexual tension is off the fucking charts in this one. Its just MoraLeeWright smut thats all I can say. It’s great! JUST READ IT LMAO!

- Remedy

Author: NSummer

Rating: Mature

Another hot smut one-shot coming your way! Levi and Mikasa have had an ongoing affair and this just recounts their first time together. Its just some good ol’ Rivamika smut that I think that everyone in this community would enjoy.

- Nutty: Drunk in Love

Author: Hallow17

Rating: Mature

A fun smut to read about Mikasa getting “revenge” on her asshole boss, Levi. Things don’t go the way she plans as things get a little heated in the sexy way. A quick smut that I think is perfect for a little Rivamika crave.

- Spicy: Jalapeno

Author: Hallow17

Rating: Explicit

Another fun smut to read by Hallow17. Levi has been stressed out at work and Mikasa finds a way to help him get his mind off it (if you know what i mean). Again perfect for a Rivamika quick fix.

[sunnymenagerie]

RuPaul's Drag Race: Snatch Game

We’ve reached the ninth week of ‘Drag Race’ and we’ve finally said goodbye to a fifth queen. It was the least unexpected Sashay Away, ever - but it was fucking Snatch Game this week! The week every fan of the show looks forward to and after a Double Shantay and a COVID special...I gotta say, RuPaul doesn’t know a damn thing because one of those that were simply safe should have been doing laps in the winner’s circle, but hey...let’s talk about everything else that went down first.

The mini-challenge took us back to Ru’s roots when he was a fierce punk rocker in a band. The queens had to create makeshift rawk ensembles out of Snag Tights. Which, I’ve seen their ads on Instagram for years, and now I feel like they’re really trying insanely hard to get my attention. Listen Snag, I’m NOT interested, okay? Well, I am. I just can’t afford that luxury at the moment. After Tina Burner won it, we learned that it was Snatch Game week, which let our nine remaining queens to talk to Ru about their…

Did Olivia Lux have a backup planned because...When Ru comes through and is a little hesitant, that’s when you’re going to want to push your love of your first choice out the damn window and pick anyone safe. Chrissy Tiegen is another foodie celeb, one Olivia could have easily pulled off in terms of looks - and is someone Ru would’ve recognized in an instant. Again…

For a couple of weeks I thought Kandy Muse was going to be Spongebob’s BFF Patrick, but she was um...someone else, but really, I thought it was more like when Miss Vanjie basically just came out and was herself; funny but a winner? I knew she’d wind up safe. Alongside her in the safe zone was Tina Burner with an okay Richard Simmons, and...fucking Symone? Okay, let’s talk about this. When I saw she was doing Harriet Tubman, I was nervous but then I remembered that Symone cannot fail an acting challenge. From the moment she was introduced on that panel - I was like - WINNER. Then her runway? She took her time on that runway to say their names and it was a fucking MOMENT. I could not believe she was safe alongside two people who gave okay performances and middle of the road runways. Well, not Tina - that was tragic but not as bad as some that were actually in the bottom. Which, we’ll get to. First, the tops.

Denali’s JVN from ‘Queer Eye’ was one of my favorites but I truly thought her runway was going to put her backstage with Tina and Kandy. She was on par with Symone’s Snatch Game BUT the runways? There was no comparison to be made. However, Denali can be damn proud knowing she killed two of the hardest challenges on the show - two weeks in a row. Rose was someone I figured would be in the top, but safe after I saw her runway. It was pretty (and a personal fav) but not a wow-factor. Speaking of wow....Gottmik. Well, once Symone was safe I knew Gottmik had to be the winner. Her Paris was perfect, and her runway utilized that same adjective. If it’s not her and Symone in the top 2 when this all ends…

That left us with Utica, Olivia Lux, and Elliott with 2 Ts in the bottom. Which, if you didn’ realize that from watching Snatch Game...really? What surprised me was Utica having to lip sync for her life because her runway was fantastic compared to the Yzma from ‘Emperor’s New Groove’ and whatever the hell Elliott was trying to accomplish. If you’re trying to serve flamingo fantasy - have a beak. Even a black lip would’ve sufficed. In the end it was Utica and Elliott, and I think Utica really did a better job, while Elliott didn’t seem to have the same level of fight as she’s had previously.

So Utica lived to see another day but I’m not sure she’ll want to stick around longer after the other queens clocked her for what seems to be a two-faced personality; one on camera and one off. We see her as a sweet, small town queen but according to her season 13 sisters - when they stop filming, Utica can be shady. I think I understood where Utica was coming from in her timid explanation...she doesn’t quite know how to be as jokingly catty with the girls all the time, so sees if she can be when they’re away from the Werk Room to sort of see if hers and their comfort levels with her “shady” side. At least, that’s how I heard it. I could be 100% wrong though.

Anyways, next week the queens are making over...one another. Ugh, fucking COVID and the adjustments that have to be made. I’m wondering though...all the huge challenges have sort of come back to back to back. So...what the fuck is left for these queens to do after this? We shall see…

Fascinating Fascinators Looks Ranked:

Symone: *gasp*

Rose: I’m a sucker for floral

Gottmik: Was refreshing to see her out of latex this week

Utica: Based on just the look - I thought this was super inventive and cute

Denali: Cute but nothing to write home about

Kandy Muse: There’s a reason she was safe

Olivia Lux: Not really sure what it was but it didn’t make me upset like the other two

Tina Burner: If Elliott had done anything with her lips, Tina would’ve been the worst for me this week...seriously, she’s going to lose because of her runways

Elliott with 2 T’s:

Week 9 Rankings & Reasonings:

Symone - I do not care that she was safe. Her Snatch Game took a historical figure that is so well revered and made her current, and hilarious. Also, how was that runway merely safe? I’m sticking with her as my #1.

Gottmik - She is like BenDeLaCreme perfection from All Stars right now and the only way I see her going home before the finale is if she takes herself out.

Rose - Girl is making it to that top 4.

Denali - Two weeks in a row on the rise? Her trajectory is there, but can her runways are still a hit or miss. 

Kandy Muse - For having such a huge personality, I was surprised she played it a bit safe this week. Which, I assume, was a tactic because she knows that Snatch Game is the hardest thing they’ll have to do - and she knew that being safe was just as good as winning. However, this is the second week she’s walked out like a shower loofa.

Utica - The risks she takes don’t always work out but she continues to bring next-level creativity to the stage. Ain’t no repeat looks with her.

Olivia - Wasn’t a fan of anything she did this week but she looked pretty during Snatch Game. So there’s that. This might rock her confidence next week.

Tina Burner -

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Croatia brings no men in a hamster wheel to Rotterdam 2021

Now could this be the teddy bear uprising invasion Muse has warned us about 12 years ago?

And LITERALLY, these review series make me feel like Croatia is openly taunting me - I watch the days go, I’m losing track of time, and when another day comes, I’m screaming “oh no I forgot to publish a review sooner than wanted!!”. Guess I’m for one glad there’s a time related song this year, hum?

ARTIST & ENTRY INFO

Repping the Adriatic coast nation that got all the sea instead of Bosnia & Herzegovina is some 22 year old Albina Grčić, who first popped up on X Factor Adria back when that was a thing, and got lumped into a girlgroup in later stages, but to that she said “hvala ne” and moved on with her life, getting eliminated just like that. Queen <3 She did get her second chance to compete as a soloist and make a more prominent mark on her career when she ended up on The Voice in Croatia. She did well, placing third overall in the season, but somehow, during the duel stage, her coach initially favoured her fellow Dora 2021 contestant Filip Rudan:

Her Voice success landed her a record deal with the Croatian division of Universal Music, she released a debut single, sometime later ended up on Dora, and here she is now, on Eurovision.

“Tick-Tock” is the song, a standard upbeat pop song, and one of the ones that talks about a girl leaving a terrible relationship and being so well over it that she “found [her]self and [she’s] finally free”, and the “tick-tock” here is used to represent the time passing by, not the sound of her heart, unlike a fellow ESC entry of a similar title. The tune (or its lyrics only) is co-authored by some dude you might’ve heard of from France’s 2018 preselection Destination Eurovision, and that is Max Cinnamon - some half-English guy with a half English song about love (”Ailleurs”) that did moderately averagely in the final... I don’t even know if his influence shows, I just love how 2021 has sort of become revenge of the NF flops but they’re writing other entries instead (Suzi P, “Adrenalina”).

REVIEW

I often don’t really fully vibe with female bops in Eurovision as much as I want to, like, for the most part they’re overhyped, and I let the “yass queeeeen” audience gorge on the everything their favourite bops give them. But this year there are plenty of great ones to choose from, as I think that it’s safe to say that most, if not all, are tucked in somewhere inside my top 20, top 25 at the very minimum. Croatia managed to even do the impossible and land into my top 10.

Why?

Well, the answer is that the song is just so damn good.

I mean, what’s NOT to like about it? It’s a catchy and upbeat song that incorporates xylophones (or whatever is it that sounds like them), guitars and synths; has a good bassline in the chorus; and it’s just... a very good composition overall, like, all the instruments in it are just in their right place and uplift the song massively. I also like Albina’s performance on it, both live and studio, it clearly shows that she’s a very good singer (also shown on her cover of the scandalous Oscar award snubbery “Husavik”). Sounds like a song a common pop loving Eurofan could gear themselves towards. Besides, it also has possibly my favourite pre-chorus section of the 2021 year? Oh wait, there’s also Switzerland, scratch that. “Tick-Tock” has one of my favourite pre-chorus sections of 2021. It builds up so well instrumentally and the way Albina sings it is even better. I obviously like to believe Albina heard those voices from far away that helped her to escape, has found herself, and she’s finally free from her “partner’s” bad lovin’ and restraint. Yas queen go be free you didn’t deserve his tomfoolery anyway!  👏 (Also I admire a section that’s not quite the pre-chorus but is still before the 1st chorus, the one that goes “If you pull me down then I'll come around” - literally just a lot of the parts of the song are full of nice vocal performance and I don’t regret ranking this in my top 10 not a second.)

If it has any drawbacks, it’s just that it gets a tad too repetitive after the halfway mark... like, the pre-chorus before the second chorus is the one to be repeated once again, and no new verse, nothing - but it does launch itself into something extraordinary, and that is a chorus in Croatian, which I assume she would perform in Eurovision because there’s no Eurovision version on the song promo bundle, I suppose. Comparatively the Croatian chorus is not as complex in lyrics as the English language one, and flows slightly differently too. But the song still has a long chorus by the end, and song with too many choruses is never a good sign for those that look for a song that’s constructed well, but I guess it’s a good factor for those that value the song’s catchiness. I guess that’s what one of the two Eurovision 2005 hosts valued the most when writing the Ukrainian 2006 entry “Show Me Your Love”, which if you ask me, is straight up 75% chorus, lol.

So yeah my verdict is that almost everything about this song, I like. I’m just a little devastated that in a usually very easily gorged on category of female bops, this just tends to lag behind in love, like a fellow song I really like this year, Israel. Instead people tend to prioritize Cyprus (which I get because they’ve established themselves as a girlbanger nation since Fuego swept Eurovision) and... probably even Azerbaijan? (which I might also get because Eurovision rarely has this thing called an ethnobop anymore, and it has more ethno than “Cleopatra” did, but still unnecessarily underwhelming lol.) Well then, in a year of female bangers, I would just like Croatia to not be swept under the rug come semis I guess. Yeah “Tick-Tock” may not sound like it brings something totally never seen before in a Eurovision environment (foreign language lyrics, themes about a break up, hell even her dancers looked like they were wearing the same hats as Tamta’s dancers), but you got to have a lot in you to sell a worn out idea to the new heights, and Albina does exactly that in my eyes.

Approval factor: Yeah! There is a lot of it in here for me. Follow-up factor: A great follow-up, not so great in regards to panini but musically it’s just going up and up from what we had in the past few years. I’ve actually not minded “The Dream” for the most part but I knew it was a chanceless plodding ballad and Roko harboured heaps of wasted potential working with Jacques Houdek and having wings as part of his performance, uff. *_* And then there’s “Divlji vjetre” which I also like a lot - a much better male ballad winner choice! If the Dora re-up winners keep being decent imo just like this, I have a feeling I will follow it a lot more often than I did just this one time this year. I am just saying that panini-wise, it was a sucky move from HRT for not allowing their last year’s winner promote his new song with Tijana (from Serbia 2017) on the Dora night, so we sadly only heard a pre-recorded opening version of “Divlji vjetre” to start off with :( Otherwise I think it’s not Dora’s fault in itself that Damir himself chose not to even submit an entry this year because he hadn’t found a good one - much like with Diodato for Sanremo (he was NOT rejected, if you think he still was, shush). But aside that, musically, it just keeps going up for me. Well done Croatia, for you’ve used to be a Eurovision country I don’t necessarily care about, that you brought two pretty damn good entries in a row. Qualification factor: I can absolutely trust in Albina bringing in a little bit of her charisma and well-likedness, and on top of that, a great vocal performance, in Rotterdam. Don’t ask me why, I just do. She doesn’t really perform her song live on pre-parties as much as I’d like to hope she would, but you heard girlie on the national selection, she didn’t win for nothing. Yeah yeah there might as well be female uptempo songs hungrier for the last spot, but I’d like to think Albina is one of the ones ready to devour than to be devoured. Go girl! Take us all dancing!

NF CORNER

To be honest with you, “Tick-Tock” winning Dora caught me by surprise. Ever since its re-up, the last two editions were kind of won by male ballads, and maaaaybe the dancey females were doing moderately well enough for themselves, but not overall? But look, juries were very keen on Albina, probably because she can SANG and she creates one hell of a fancy presence on her performance. And somehow she ended up snatching a win out of the hands of 5G conspiracy theorist 2016 representative Nina Kraljić, who was at first too drunk to care, but too unexpectedly sober to yell all over the soc. media how she was robbed and how the contest was rigged against her with her being on first and all that. Which is a shame that she is one of THOSE people, because her NF entry “Rijeka” is kinda nice? We did have the Balkan-esque ballads coming from Croatia in recent memory, but we haven’t had a truly proudly folksy one at that from Croatia for a long while, if not ever. Nina could’ve very well brought that to Rotterdam (and another mismatched wardrobe choice oops). But instead she was the one screaming “oh no, oh no, oh no”.

Actually I regarded Nina as one of my faves pre-show, and Albina was on her way, though she didn’t really cement the personal fav status until after all performances, thus making Nina and Albina switch spots for me. But truly, the one song that was my top favourite, iiiiiiiiiiis

GIMME AN OCEAN! OF LOVE!

2021 made me realize that damn, maybe anything that’s funky is my favourite music genre afterall. Up until then I vibed with entries like “Tonight Again” and “What’s the Pressure?” that had this sort of energetic flair and very rhythmic kinda sound to it, but 2021 just simply cemented it to me that my music world has probably been about nice and smooth and funky all along. I owe so much gratitude to ToMa first and foremost along the lines of more to have come in this year’s lineups - I just can’t not want to dance to “Ocean of Love”, and ToMa is quite alright at selling it live as well. There are small gripes with some instrument usages but that doesn’t detract from the fact that I love love LOVE funky guitar tunes.

Aside from that, I can give shout outs to Beta Sudar, whose song not only was underrated, but also had an underrated meme format throughout its performance:

My other props go to Bernarda, who not only competed in a national selection singing a song about seeing “Colors” while blind (and ironically there was a song called “Blind” in that same NF sung by a well-seeing guy!!), but also for finally putting this every country’s reject to rest. Seriously. That particular song was passed on to everyone in need of a competitive Eurovision bop, from Poli Genova to Helena Paparizou as of recently. Oh well, at least the song died a honourable death - well performed slice of good typical Eurovision pop (maybe even overperformed a little towards the end), that got a good rank with the regional juries, but somewhat murdered in televote, fellow Boris Milanov composition “Chameleon” style.

This one Mia Negovetić chick was promising too! Her song was written by the Debs and you might be tired of them trying to continue infiltrating Eurovision at this point, but a lot of their Eurovision songs are usually something I enjoy, “She’s Like a Dream” is no exception. Nothing but 3 minutes of pastel-dressed Croatian Ariana Grande doing what she does best <3

Oh and also some dudes tried to play chess on stage too I guess. But their song is not worth looking into, because one of the acts on it is apparently also a conspiracist, and maybe because oft this their entry is aptly titled “Sing, for the freedom has arrived!” lol I wonder what exactly is the kind of freedom you’re thinking of my guy

Was this the “better mood game” Laura was warning everyone about? Beats me

NF CORNER (NON-COMPETITIVE)

• It’s still hilarious to me as to how one of the acts this year, Brigita Vuco, was planning to bring in backing dancers, only for them to show a fake COVID test or something and outright BARRED from coming with her on stage. <3 Whatever she intended to do with them dancers, I have absolutely no idea, but at least she committed to her song being about drunken nights visually by having all these blurry shots

• Nina Kraljić’s greenroom shenanigans, from the “1-2-3, 1-2-3, drink” to numb the sadness over some results (and the 8 she got from the region Rijeka for the song “Rijeka” lmao), to whatever she saw on the phone that made her smile or go neutral

• Greenroom reactions in general. I swear, this year had cameramen in every single corner everywhere just to make sure something covers up for a human audience instead of severals of Zoom screens permitted to act as an audience. Random people in greenrooms were doing some sort of emotions after random acts, and also randomly they ended up pointing a camera towards an act that lost, but the act didn’t treat losing as if it were such a big deal <3

• All the other memes the Croatian Twitter might’ve noticed me for:

seriously Bernarda was locked in a bluelight mathematical dice contraption. how fucking cool is that

ANY LAST WORDS?

I just fucking hope that Albina shatters any doubts that people have had about her song come rehearsals, and somehow Croatia AND Israel slip through, because never too many female bangers I appreciate in the final, if they all are the bangers I appreciate, lol.

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

I love the ask you did with William and his s/o and Benny, would you be up for more of those? I really loved that request. Do you have anymore hcs on it?

Aww, I glad you like them! I don’t have them ready, stashed somewhere secret but I am more than happy to write some William + S/O feat. Benny because it’s one of my fav combos :D I didn’t do it in traditional hc style but more like snippets, like I did last time. I really love this format, it’s like getting a glimpse into a situation :)

William and You and Benny (basically), the second

“No, no, no - tell me again!” You laugh, leaning back against Will’s chest as he adjusts the blanket wrapped around you two - or rather himself, with you wrapped up in his arms. “I always thought he got that scar on his forehead when he was in a car accident.”

“No, that’s the one on his back.” Benny corrects you, poking the logs with a branch. They crack yet again and the wind carries a welcoming flash of warmth in your direction. You settle even more against Will’s chest, being content and kept warm with his heat radiating through your body from his the back and the fire doing it’s job from the front.

“No, he - You told me it was from the windshield!”

“Got a lot of scars.” Will sends you a half hearted shrug, an embarrassed smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I got them confused.”

“Bull-shit.” You turn back to Benny who grins to you over the fire, a satisfying look on his face from exposing his brother’s little secret like that as the flames reflect in his eyes. “I can’t believe you just ran into a glass door. Always thought that only happens in movies.”

Will grumbles something incoherent into your hair, his cheek pressed against the top of your head. His beard slightly scratches over your scalp but you don’t mind, you’re used to the feeling by now.

“No, it also happens in the Miller household.”

“I was eleven … ” Will tries to defend himself weakly.

“You were reading and didn’t watch where you were going. Always had your nose stuck in some book, you tiny little nerd.” Ben shoots back immediately. A pine cone goes flying to Ben’s direction and he dodges it easily. “Hey!”

“Who walks and reads at the same time?” You wonder but none of them seems to hear you.

“It was a letter, not a book!”

“A letter?” Both you and Benny exclaim at the same time, neither of you knowing that tiny little detail before.

You turn to give Will a surprised look. “What - like a love letter?”

The blush creeping up on Will’s neck is answer enough and now Ben’s howling with laughter. Will hurls another pine cone at him and this time it bounces off of Benny’s chest. “I was eleven!”

“Do you want me to get started on the garlic and the onions?”

“No, put do the meat first, please.“ You shuffle around the kitchen, grabbing a few small cucumbers from the bowl on the counter before returning to your place at the side with a chopping board. “It’s in the fridge, lower cabinet.”

“I know.” Ben chuckles and you forget how often he has been helping in the kitchen and cooking with you. Will, on the other side of the island is concentrated on shuffling a stack of cards, been that for the last 10 minutes now. Usually it would be him cooking and Benny watching but this evening the cards are, literally, turned.

“Is this your card?”

You barely glance up to shake your head, yet again. “Nope.”

Will heaves a frustrated sigh and begins to shuffle the cards yet again. He’s been trying to get either yours or Benny’s guess right and so far, he has gloriously failed.

“I think you need to go back to magic school, Will.”

“I think you need to shut your mouth and concentrate on the meat.” Will mumbles back at his brother before moving around the counter to hold out the flared out cards in Ben’s direction. “Pick a card.”

“I know.” Benny draws a card, holds it up in a dramatic fashion before stacking it back into the rest.

“Did you remember your card?”

“Yes, William.” You snort at Ben’s voice taking on a high pitch. “We’ve done this the whole night. Do you remember?”

“Let the man shuffle his cards in peace, Benjamin.”

You have exactly one minute of quiet in the kitchen, where Benny’s stirring the pan, you continue chopping and William is thoroughly mixing his deck of cards, leaning against the counter. It could’ve been nice, really, but then Will draws one card and holds it up for you and Benny to see. You’re suddenly more interested in the cucumbers.

“Is that your card?”

“Yes!”

“Really?” William turns the card around in disbelief and now you have to look up too.

“Yes, that’s my card! King of hearts.” Ben’s voice is stern and honest but you’re not the only one that’s spotting the faint glimmer in his eyes. Will lowers the card in disappointment.

“Ben, is that your card?”

Now there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “No.”

Sometimes you forget, though. You forget, this isn’t reality, this isn’t normal and before you know it Will’s drawer in your bedroom is empty again, his duffle bag and a backpack sitting on your bed. His hair is cropped short as he steps out of the bathroom, already dressed in his uniform and your heart clenches with the heavy heartache that comes with saying goodbye. It’s a last long hug at the door for both of the Miller boys and a kiss that you don’t want to end, fighting back tears as you watch Ben and Will getting in the car and you have to force yourself to lift your hand as a wave goodbye as they pull out the driveway.

The house without Will seems empty, the bed too big without his body dipping the side of the mattress in his direction slightly. Days become weeks, weeks become months and though it’s not the first time Will’s gone again, you have to keep reminding yourself almost daily he’ll be coming back, he’s fine, he’ll be coming back.

When the phone rings you’re excited, almost dropping a bowl you’re drying off as you rush to pick up the call. The “Hello?” you breath out gets almost caught in your throat from how fast you spit it out and it’s a wonder the other person on the line understands you at all.

“Y/N?” It’s not Will - it’s Ben. The excitement that rushed through your body seconds ago turns to ice. “Hello? Y/N, are you there?”

It takes too many hours for you to get to the foreign country Will and Ben flew out to weeks ago, too many hours trapped on a plane, only being able to repeat Ben’s few words in your head. “He’s been wounded, shot – Y/N, it’s bad, it’s really bad.” His hollow voice still echoes through your skull as you land and hail a cab. It takes too long to go to the hospital. “It’s really really bad.” You walk through cold and sterile hallways, the only familiarity being the burning scent of anti bacteria scrub. “They say you should come.” The hallway spits you into an more open waiting area and suddenly there’s Ben. A dry sob escapes your lips before you know it.

“Ben?”

You’re met with red eyes, hallow cheeks. Ben’s head snaps up so fast at the sound of your voice, eyes wild with fear and terror you almost flinch back but his expression immediately softens as he sees you, clutching your bag to your chest and crying - crying, crying, crying. You’ve held the tears back the whole time, didn’t cry when you got the call, didn’t cry on the plane but seeing Ben just as you unraveled  is the last straw. Suddenly there’s an arm around you and you sob into Ben’s chest, body shaking and fighting for a breath that won’t make it to your lungs.

“Oh my God, Y/N –” 

You choke and cling to him, desperate to feel some sort of comfort but Ben’s arms fails it’s magic. Instead Ben falter’s as well, gripping you just as tightly and it feels like you stay like that for forever, standing in the middle of the waiting room, heart beating hard against your ribcage, praying for the same man that fights for his life just a couple of doors down.

“I can’t look! Oh no, nonono. I can’t watch it!”

“Yes, you can!” Benny next to you doesn’t sound convinced either as you scoot further back from the screen as if bringing some distance between you and the TV might change any plot that’s already unwrapping before you. The blanket’s being drawn higher and higher in an desperate attempt to cover your eyes, yet you’re still too curious to wait and see what happens next.

“Ben, if she dies I’m gonna vomit.”

“No ones gonna vomit.” Will grumbles and you feel the vibrations rattle through his chest where you’re currently curling your face into. Though his voice is steady and he sports an unmoved mask with his eyes glued to the television you can tell his arm isn’t quite as relaxed around you as usually and there’s a certain lack of his finger trailing up and down your skin. “If anyone of you vomits I’ll throw you out myself.”

You shoot him an amused look.

“Yes, even you, my Love.”

The episode of Throne’s continues to play in front of you, all of your focus shifting back to the screen but it’s not for long until banter ensures again. You’re used to it by now, all of you squished on your tiny couch, both of Ben and you barely holding back on the comments because your hearts just clench every episode and you need to voice your emotions before either of you collapse of a heart attack. Will, on the other hand sits through each episode with a tense focus, body flexed as if he’s the one fighting for his life and at times holding you so tightly, you need to wiggle in his arms a bit before he relaxes them enough for you to take a deep breath as another plot twist is revealed.

A dreamy look glosses over Ben’s feature as Sansa appears on screen again and you can’t keep the grin to yourself as you nudge him teasingly with your foot. “Benny-Boy … ”

“I’d die for her.” It’s a short, ernest statement. Ben’s voice is dead serious, his expression so sincere you have to laugh into your blanket. “No, really. I’d kill Ramsay and then steal a horse and we’d live happily ever after.”

“You’d die of pneumonia in the first week.” Will muses as he shifts behind you slightly.

“I would not!” There’s a sheepish grin spreading on Ben’s face and he starts to wiggle his eyebrows. “I’d keep her warm and cozy just fine.”

“She’d hop off your horse the second you’re in the clear and then probably friend zone you forever.” You throw in your own plot. “And then die of pneumonia.”

There’s another foot being kicked in your direction but you pull up your legs just in time to dodge it and it’s Will who feels the pain, sending his brother a warning glare. “Try that again and I’ll throw your ass out like the Hound.”

[patty-writes]

Hello!!! Lifting from that first meeting starters list- “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else" with Ferid (lmao)? No worries if the prompt is too uninspiring but I would love to see you write this!!! Thank you!!!

It was actually very inspiring and I’m so happy that I can write something about my beloved problematic fav and for you! Thank you so much for sending this, I hope you’ll enjoy it 💕It took me like 5434578 years and now I think it could make a hella good, multiple chapter fanfiction.

→ Word count: 2,994

London, 16 November 1888

Heavy fog was lingering between narrow buildings creating an overwhelming atmosphere of coldness and dread. Empty, dark windows seemed to stare at the passers by who were foolish enough to wander through this part of the city in such a late hour, where nothing but darkness remained, delicately diffused by the light of the moon, now hanging high on the sky in a partly bitten shape of the sickle. It was almost eleven o’clock at night, no wonder then that the only sound in the area was the creaking of crows, the sound of water flowing down the drain, the whistling wind and your footsteps on the pavement, still wet from the recent downpour.

You were mentally scolding yourself for not declining the last cup of tea from Mrs. Jones and not coming back home earlier, when the weather was more pleasant and the area less dangerous. Still, you didn’t want to give any bad impression, both for her and her son, whom you have finally managed to have an interview with after many weeks of trying and impatiently waiting for his letter. Henry Jones was, after all, one of the best forensic doctors and one of the few who was willing to answer your questions, right now, however, you were staring to doubt whether staying in his mansion for so long was a good idea. You didn’t have any other alternative for a way back home, except for walking on your feet on this eerie night. You couldn’t lie that, despite the unfortunate circumstances, it was a truly wonderful night, the ones where you could almost hear the unreal whispering in the shadows.

You heard a carriage driving in the distance and you decided to turn left, preferring to keep the track on the wider, better illuminated streets instead of those narrow ones, where the danger seemed to be ready for an attack behind every corner. You didn’t want to die, especially not now, when you had your notebook with the written interview you were working so hard on, it would be truly unfair for it all to go to waste simply because of not being careful enough. However, the cold shiver was still running down your spine, reminding you about your poor choices and the possibility of negative results it could bring to your life soon. Eventually, you decided to focus on the road and the surroundings, relying on your senses and instincts which should allow you to notice the presence of someone else before any tragedy happened. The crows were circling your form on the sky above like an evil omen and with every step further, it was harder to control the trembling of your arms.

Walking to the other side of the street to avoid some drunkard laying there, you held the notebook more firmly and speed up a little, now realizing that it was not so far away from your home. All you had to do, was to cross the next road and you would see the tiny garden in front of your house, the mere think of climbing to the bed bringing the smile to your lips. Just when you were about to reach the crossroad, there was something unusual which you noticed with the corner of your eye while passing nearby the narrow street hidden in the shadows between two tenement houses. The wave of shock shaked through your body and forced you to stop in the middle of the step, your imagination now creating the very dreadful images of what could it be in real, while after slowly turning your head to the side, you realized that it was no joke your mind would be playing on you.

You really did saw a wave of a perfectly white coat.

At first, you thought that it was a pair of lovers in an adoring embrace in such a grotesque scenery of the dirty street, where the outfit of a man who’s back was facing you was the purest object your gaze could find. The longer you looked, however, the more your eyes saw and it didn’t took you long to realize that the head resting on the shoulder of the noble was unnaturaly pale, gray even, when there was no more life shining in their dead eyes. The other one, dressed as the nobility, was holding them tightly against the wall, his face hidden in the crook of their neck; coat swinging with the soft whispers of the wind and long, almost silver hair tied up with the black ribbon at his nape.

The aristocrat seemed to notice your presence despite staying back to you and with a swift movement straightened his back and slowly turned to you, his paperlike skin painted with the crimson blood smeared over his lips and sharp fangs. He let go of his victim, allowing them to fall on the pavement with a loud thud, like an used toy which was no longer needed and despite the horror and ridiculousness of this whole situation, you couldn’t stop staring at his inhuman, red eyes where thin, vertical pupils dilated a little at your sight.

The vampire, the man in front of you was undoubtedly a vampire and it was the only reasonable thought that your shocked mind could comprehend in that moment. Still, staying in the middle of the street in front of this bloodthirsty monster in the middle of the night didn’t seem like the safest idea in the slighest, but your legs were too heavy to carry your body somewhere else. You could only stare and admire his features, the ones which would easily lure both men and women, seducing them with the fleeting promise of the sweet kiss, only to leave them lifeless at his feet.

“Well then,” he mused, his voice low and calm, amused even. “I wasn’t expecting an audience.”

Mesmerized, you observed as he took a handkerchief out of the pocket and wiped the blood off his lips. Despite your mind screaming at you that you should ran as fast as you can, you still weren’t able to move and were simply looking at his nonchalant movements as if he didn’t just kill a human in front of your bare eyes by drinking the blood out of his body.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” he chuckled and peeked at the right as if he was hearing something your mortal senses couldn’t catch in the night air. “Nevertheless, it was nice seeing you. I hope you enjoyed the show, good luck explaining it to the others!”

With a laugh on the lips, the vampire turned around and wandered off leaving you absolutely speechless. Cold wind blew in your face, reminding you that indeed, you were still alive, cheeks burning from the emotions and feeling as if you had just witnessed a truly bizarre dream.

London, 17 November 1888

The tea in front of you was getting colder with every passing minute as you couldn’t bring yourself to take a sip of it, too lost in your own thoughts. Memories of the previous evening were running through your head with the speed of light, every single one of them giving you more questions left without answers, bothering you and your common sense.

Did it all truly happened? Did you really witness that? Was that man—the vampire—real or just a part of your vivid imagination? Even if he was, how was it possible, after all? Those creatures were supposed to exist only in fairytales you heard as a child, not in your everyday life. What about all of the others then? Werewolves? Mermaids? Were they here, too, living among mortals without their knowledge? Or maybe you were just insane?

The whole situation was driving you mad, just as the unbearable suspense.

Finally, you took a sip of now cool tea and reached for the newspaper, looking at the obituaries, looking for any signs of the man that you saw dying yesterday. Unfortunately, nothing could be found and with a heavy feeling in the stomach, you wondered whether his body was found at all. Or maybe they were just a peasant, not worth having any notice in the local newspaper?

“Damn it,” you muttered under breath and stood up from the table, heading to your humble office, determinated to finally finish your article.

If you would only focus on your job, you would surely start forgetting about it. It seemed like much safer option for you, too, especially since digging into such a delicate subject could end up badly for you, possibly even worse than for this unfortunate person who was the vampire’s victim.

London, 29 November 1888

You could swear that you saw him with the corner of your eye while wandering through the street with the basket full of groceries. He was there, facing you and smiling as if your mere presence was amusing him, still, it didn’t take him longer than a blink to disappear into the crowd, leaving nothing but a cold chill down your spine.

It couldn’t be a dream, he wasn’t part of your imagination although he, indeed, appeared in your dreams from time to time, mostly saying something inconherent but always dressed all in white—such a contrast to the darkness he was surrounding himself with. In your dreams, the vampire seemed so real you could almost touch him, feel the soft structure of his pearly white skin under your fingers and yet, no matter how many times you tried to do it, he still managed to fade away in the last second. Your mind was playing terrible tricks with you, that was for sure, but the memory of that night seemed to be engraved in your head, haunting you for the rest of your life if you only didn’t find the truth.

The unspoken words floating through your mind were interrupting your work which eventually wasn’t completely unnoticed.

“Is everything alright?” The question asked so suddenly made you jump slightly, coming back to reality as you looked at your friend and remembered that you were meeting with him to give him your latest article to publish in the newspaper.

Ungrateful job, publishing your works with a different surname, but you enjoyed seeing them printed on the paper, the pride not leaving you since you first managed to hold it with your hands.

“Yes, it’s alright,” you forced a smile. “I’m just tired, this one took a lot more energy than I thought.”

“I’m sure it will be great,” he smiled at you. “The letters we are receiving are mostly praising your work.”

“Well, that’s a compliment then.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”

For the mere second you wondered how would he react of you told him about what you saw—about the vampire on the hunt—but immediately decided to not speak about it. Not only he wouldn’t believe you but he could also grow concern about your mental health. You could almost hear the words the vampire said just before leaving you be, letting you live, and they echoed in your mind for a long time after.

Good luck explaining it to the others.

“I’m fine. Thank you for the concern.”

London, 5 December 1888

The letter you received was unexpected. Obviously, you were aware of the engagement of your cousin but you didn’t think the whole ceremony of marriage would happen so soon. Still, you were reading an invitation again and again, fingers tracing the ink letters as your sight loomed over them, words repeated in your head.

It was supposed to be a wonderful evening, full of joy, lights and flowers and you couldn’t be more happy for her. Such a splendid way to start the new year, with the love of the life by the side, ready to pace through the future together.

Right now, however, you had to focus on finishing the new article, the one you still weren’t sure whether you wanted to publish or not. It seemed like a risky idea but you couldn’t help yourself, thinking about how could it be the only opportunity to keep the demons away.

It wasn’t going to get signed with your surname, after all.

Warwick, 20 December 1888

The manour your cousin was going to start living in was gorgeous, decorated mostly in bottle green and dark blue—her now husband’s favourite colours. You could endlessly walk through the halls, admiring detailed paintings, marble sculptures and other decorations which were giving the whole interior a truly exquisite taste. The library was just as impressive as the rest of the house, containg so many titles that even the best London’s bookstores could only envy such a collection. The air was soaked with the smell of warm wax, sweet perfumes, cold, winter air and the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen floor below, all of that spiced with the melody played downstairs by an orchestra invited to the ball.

It was supposed to be a magnificent evening and it truly was—first, the wedding and now the party.

You walked into the parlour and realized that there was only few people there, sitting on the comfortable couch and armchairs next to the fireplace and chatting, prehaps taking a breath before coming down to the ball. It was quiet there, indeed, a perfect place to relax a little and have a small conversation with a glass of champagne in the hand.

Encouraged, you headed to the nearest free place and sat in an armchair, immediately feeling as if its soft structure was going to swallow you whole. Letting out a long exhale, you looked at the impressive painting of your cousin and her husband hanging above the fireplace, smiling slightly to yourself at this utopic image. You were genuinely wishing them the best and since he seemed to be a good man, it shouldn’t be too hard to fulfill.

“Good evening.”

Hearing a voice coming from the couch next to you, you turned to look in the face of whoever desired to interrupt your thoughts, just to freeze in place as your eyes met the bloody red ones, vertical pupils observing you with a predatory precision.

“Oh, don’t you remember me, little lamb?” Theatrical sadness appeared on the handsome face of the vampire as he leaned down, resting his chin on the hand, only to be changed in an amused one within a mere second. “I think you do! If you didn’t you wouldn’t write such an article to the newspaper, would you?”

Your throat suddenly grew completely dry and you had to swallow to remind yourself that you were, indeed, able to speak. Plus, you were both surrounded by people, in the middle of the party, moreover, so he wouldn’t dare to hurt you now.

Or would he?

“Still not much of a talker, hm? Alright then, allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Lord Ferid Bathory.”

You nodded slightly, now matching his name with the image from your memory and dreams. Hesitantly, you answered, sharing your name with him only to receive a chuckle.

“I know your name, silly! I know that you didn’t use it under an article, also.”

“Did you read that?” you asked quietly, brows furrowing.

Of course, the main idea of the article was to draw his attention and somehow bring it back to you—just so you could stop all this nonsense and finally find peace, either in an embrace of death or having a conversation with him. Still, you wished more for the latter and you weren’t disappointed now, simply surprised that it worked.

Your friend wasn’t the happiest after reading the article you prepared, explaining to you that subjects about supernatural beings may not be greatly welcomed in the society who is building cages above the graves of their beloved ones just in case they could raise from the dead. Still, you insisted, argumenting that it was nothing but a hint, an advice on how to act in case of an attack. Wandering alone in the night was the first position on the list about how to protect yourself from the evil spirits.

“Of course I did,” he smiled and you could swear that you saw the tips of his fangs for a single moment. “It was hilarious, if you ask me, but I have to disappoint you, my little lamb, wooden stake does no harm to us.”

“It doesn’t…?”

“It doesn’t.”

“Well then…” You adjusted the position on the armchair so you would face him directly. “What does?”

He laughed genuinely happy, drawing attention of people in the parlour for a second.

“That would be too easy if I just told you.”

“Why didn’t you kill me back then?” The question escaped your lips before you could think about it twice and with the words spoken, you felt an unexistent heaviness leave your shoulders, just now noticing how it was present there since the day you saw the vampire on the street.

But Ferid simply shrugged.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hungry anymore, as you probably noticed. I wasn’t in the mood for playing around. I simply didn’t want to.”

“Are you implying that I’m alive only because of your caprice?”

“I’m not implying.” The spark of malice appeared in his eyes. “I’m simply telling the truth.”

There was a silence between you two as the air grew heavy, yet somehow not noticed by anyone else. Once again, you felt as if you were in a dream, the dreadful and exciting one, crossing the paths of fantasy and reality when the vampire, the real vampire was sitting next to you and casually talking with you. It was completely ridiculous and absurd.

“I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else,” you finally commented, making him giggle at your choice of words, taking a strand of white hair behind the ear.

“And that’s exactly why I like you, little lamb.”

[jinris]

where you don’t see me

(wip)

a/n: well, i started writing this after season 6 and never got around to finishing it before season 7. this was supposed to be canon-compliant but now it’s...not lol and i have very mixed feelings about s7 so i’m impulsively deciding to dump some writing. i had about 7k words but i’m sharing only 2k here. k/a is still one of my fav vld ships so i might finish this eventually or it might go in my vault of abandoned wips who knows

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Morning arrives on the barren moon in pale green. The crisp air bites her exposed face as Allura wakes with exhaustion weighing on her at the break of dawn. Her weary eyes, not yet ready for the new day, refuse to open. Enviously so, no one else seems to stir. Next to her, Pidge and Romelle are still asleep, and Allura decides to indulge in the comfort of her blanketed cot for a little while longer.

She tells herself not to think. Not about Voltron, not about Olkarion, not about Lotor. She builds herself a wall. Soon, her breathing slows. Her senses drift farther and farther away. Just as sleep begins to salvage its lost victim back into its trenches, warm fur tickles her back and nudges her leg. Easily guessing the culprit, Allura curls deeper under her blanket, but curiosity persuades her to turn around and confront the wolf.

Allura meets the cool surface of her pillow and comes face-to-face with Keith’s bright-eyed wolf, watching her attentively. Smiling tiredly, she reaches out and gently pets the wolf on its head, who responds obediently by leaning in to the touch.

“Keith trained you well, didn’t he?” she asks the wolf quietly, so as to not wake the others around them.

It seems to understand her and nods proudly. Hearing noise outside, its ears perk up and its head turns in the direction of the source. Light footsteps tread from beyond the shielded canopy, and Allura sits up from her cot, her messy, white hair cascading down to her waist. She scans the rest of the makeshift sleeping quarters and discovers only one cot empty.

The wolf scampers from Allura’s side, exiting the tent, and Allura feels compelled to follow. Climbing out of her cot, Allura smooths out her nightgown and soundlessly slips into her Paladin boots. She heads outside, and when she lifts the entrance of the tent, a strong gust of wind blows into her. Allura grimaces and clutches her nightgown tighter. She ventures further out and finds Keith with his back facing her, kneeling down and feeding his wolf a small snack before breakfast.

Hesitantly, she walks forward, until her heavy boots reach Keith’s crouched shadow and Keith’s wolf turns to look at her. In the back of her mind, Allura wonders if she’s allowed to interrupt them at all. Since their last interaction, Keith hasn’t even looked at her, let alone talked to her. It chips at her pride. She doesn’t know what she has done wrong.

Moondust grazes past her cheeks, lands in her tangled, unbrushed hair. Keith glances over his shoulder, and his eyes widen when he sees her. It suddenly occurs to Allura that she hardly looks presentable and mild horror shocks through her system.

“Princess, you’re awake,” he says, standing up to greet her.

“Good morning, Keith,” she responds. She tugs at the hem of her sleeve nervously and resists the urge to fix her atrociously improper hair.

“Is everybody else…?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just us.”

Keith takes a moment to process the information before he flashes her a smile. He’s more expressive since finding his mother and returning from the quantum abyss. Right now, he seems almost cautious, Allura thinks, and the mere suggestion of a growing distance between them stings her chest.

“That’s fine,” Keith finally assures.

Allura replies with a shy smile of her own. She notices the revealing dampness of his skin and the ends of his hair, drying in clumps against the back of his neck.

“Were you training?” she asks.

“Not for long. I didn’t want to do anything that would wake someone up.”

“That’s quite considerate.”

For a moment, neither speaks. It’s Keith who breaks the silence.

“We should leave in a few hours. That way, we reach Olkarion before the end of the day.”

“Right. Good idea,” says Allura, sounding more disappointed than intended.

“We could leave earlier –” Keith starts to suggest, but Allura rushes to explain herself.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean it that way! Nothing like that. I’m just…” Allura trails off, causing Keith to frown in concern.

“Allura,” he asks, “Is something wrong?”

Keith’s tone is remarkably gentle, leaving space for Allura to breathe. She bites her lip and exhales slowly, unsure whether or not to proceed. Searching for affirmation, she anxiously glances at Keith, who stands in front of her waiting patiently for her response. Warily, she decides to tell him.

“I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

Allura doesn’t want to mention how her thoughts have tormented her for movements, how they have persisted despite opening up to Lance back in the Castle. Irritating locks of her hair fly wildly as the wind rises again.

“Like what?”

“I…”

She can’t breathe. If Keith finds out what she had done with Lotor, how she had let something so fleeting like infatuation blind her to the truth, he would probably never forgive her.

“Let’s find somewhere to sit down.”

Allura nods. She doesn’t miss how he almost extends his hand to her but decides against it at the last tick, like he already knows that her hands and her lips have been tainted.

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They sit next to each other at one of the tables they use to eat meals and speak in hushed tones. Allura can feel its cool, steel surface through the thin layers of her nightgown and sleeping garments as she presses her crossed forearms into the sharp edge.

Her fingers clench tightly around Keith’s dark blue blanket, draped delicately over her shoulders. Keith had snuck in past Shiro and Hunk’s sleeping figures to retrieve it when a sudden blast of wind had nearly blown Allura’s nightgown off her body earlier.

“…I liked him so much, Keith,” Allura confesses in a horrified whisper, her walls finally crashing into dust and ashes. She can’t read the expression on Keith’s face. He’s not angry. He’s not jealous. Part of Allura wants him to be. She desperately needs to know what he thinks. Instead, he just listens. So she continues.

“He said all the right things. We were so alike. I…I thought he was my soulmate. It all happened so fast, and I let my emotions get the better of me. I helped create a monster.”

Suddenly understanding, Keith’s face falls and he leans back, contemplating the right words to say. He’s not good at giving advice, but memories of Shiro’s lectures and all the times he had gotten himself into fights, ruined second chances, let his own emotions control him, flood into his mind. Keith studies the anguish and heartbreak in Allura’s eyes, and as much as it makes him want to touch her, dry out her tears before they fall, tuck loose strands of wispy, silver hair behind her ear, he doesn’t.

“It already happened. You can’t blame yourself forever,” Keith says quietly, carefully. “Emotions are a part of you. They tell you things that words can’t. I was so angry for so long. But you learn how to control them.”

Allura manages a halfhearted smile.

“Shiro used to tell me ‘patience yields focus.’ Acknowledge my emotions. Be patient. I wasn’t always good about it, but it helped.”

“Patience…” Allura muses out loud.

“…Yields focus,” Keith finishes for her, grinning.

Wordlessly imagining the retired Black Paladin reciting his mantra, Keith and Allura share a reserved laugh.

Allura sighs, relaxing her shoulders.

“What happens if he comes back? He has access to unlimited quintessence.”

“Voltron will defeat him,” Keith responds squarely.

“How can you be so sure?”

Keith pauses while he stares at her and Allura’s breath catches in her throat. He averts his gaze for a moment before looking directly in her eyes.

“We have you.”

It’s uncanny how Keith is always there to catch her when she stumbles, both figuratively and…literally. Allura tries to hide her amused smile as she recalls the time Keith had caught her trying to sneak out of the Castle. When Keith looks at her curiously, Allura blushes and sheepishly waves off his concern.

They fall into a comfortable silence at the table, and like the calming wind, Allura feels so much lighter. Wrapping herself tightly in Keith’s blanket, she leans in against the table and stares out at the morning horizon. When she pulls the blanket up to her rosy, wind-chilled cheeks, the addictive fragrance of juniberry soap laced with a scent so distinctly Keith drowns her senses. The pale green sky is brighter now, delineating the evident passage of time of which they had lost track. Allura supposes that the others should be waking soon.

She feigns indifference, but she watches Keith quietly take out his Marmora blade from the corner of her eye. In stark contrast to his usually aggressive demeanor, he gently runs his thumb over the glowing jagged insignia, and Allura bites her lip, inadvertently wondering about how it would feel to be the recipient of that soft touch, to be the object of Keith’s warm affections. Whoever Keith falls in love with would be lucky, she thinks.

With piercing sharp focus, Keith begins to practice gripping techniques, slashing the air in small, controlled movements. Allura has always found Keith’s dedication endearing, his natural talent intimidating. Without realizing, she gravitates closer to him to observe his extraordinary skill in fascination.

When Keith finally notices her watching, he stops and looks at her, completely unaffected.

“Do you want to try?” he asks her plainly.

Taken aback by the blunt nature of his invitation, Allura’s eyes widen.

“I…May I?”

Her eagerness reveals itself in her tone and Keith smirks.

“All yours, Princess.” He flips the handle and offers it to her.

Allura casually leans in and her hand coyly reaches out to grab his Marmora blade, still warm from Keith’s tight grip. She studies the combat knife in its entirety, acknowledging the exceptional craftsmanship and admiring the quintessence-infused luxite. It dawns on her then that this knife, very much like her own crown, had been passed down by his mother in his infancy, and a momentary rush of sadness overcomes her. She can easily imagine how treasured and important this rebel blade must be to Keith.

Sentimental but resolute, she demonstrates her proficiency with a basic forward grip, slicing in a clean, diagonal motion.

“Not bad,” Keith remarks.

“Show me a reverse grip,” she orders, nearly shoving the blade in Keith’s face.

Keith smiles apprehensively but his eyes dance with childlike excitement. His hand catches her slim wrist and decidedly lowers the blade from his face.

“Not if you’re going to stab me,” says Keith, quirking his eyebrow.

Allura blushes.

“Sorry.”

“I’m kidding,” Keith replies, cracking a teasing grin and causing Allura to blush harder. “You want to hold it like this.”

Without a second thought, he moves next to her to adjust the blade and position her hand. Now distressingly aware of their pressed shoulders, Allura stops breathing and stares as Keith smoothly slides his hand from her wrist to clasp hers, leaving behind a scorching field. She refuses to look up. She can’t face him.

Sensing her stiffness, Keith turns to her.

“Allura,” he starts, and Allura jerks her head toward him at the sound of her name. “You have to –”

Their eyes meet, inches apart. Keith forgets what he intends to say.

“Oh! Allura! Keith! You’re both awake!”

They jump and separate at the loud, startling interruption. Allura gasps and both let go of the blade at the same time, but before it can hit and clatter on the table, Keith quickly swipes his blade back onto his belt. Like deer in headlights, they turn to meet their maker.

Coran emerges fresh-faced from under the canopy, cheerfully stretching out his legs. He walks over to the pair, thinking nothing of the obvious heat steaming from their ears.

“I hope you’re not too hungry, Princess! I’ll get to breakfast right away!”

Keith promptly and dramatically springs up from the table.

“I’ll help.”

“Gladly appreciated, Keith! How do you feel about cracking some kotka eggs?”

“Sounds great, Coran,” Keith grimaces, hurriedly following Coran and leaving Allura behind at the table without a second glance.

When she’s sure neither of them are looking, Allura collapses and buries her face in her arms. She can’t shake the image of his warm, calloused hand over hers from her mind. Inhaling sharply and holding her breath, Allura pleads her heart to stop pounding so furiously. Patience, she tells herself. Be patient. She breathes out slowly and takes another deep breath. Closing her eyes, all she sees is dark, shining violet.

[huffletiika]

You don’t know me - pt. 2

Ok, so... this is for the last day. It was a total pleasure to be part of #simbarficweek, I enyoyed writing all the prompts, and your comments about them. Thank you so so so much, seriously. This is, as I promised, the second part from day 2′s prompt. Hope you like it.

PART ONE HERE

DAY 8 - In canon universe fic (because it could be canon, couldn’t it?) 

“Are you ok?”

Simon looked up and found his best friend standing right next to him, with a smoothie on her hand, and a worried expression on her face.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m ok.” He answered, forcing a smile.

Luna didn’t believe him for a second.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting in the chair in front of him. “You have been acting odd since the other day. I knew it was a bad idea to send you to talk to Ambar, it should have been me, if she did or said something mean to you I swear to God I...”

He interrupted her.

“She didn’t, don’t worry” he said with a small smirk, she had that angry face of her that has always reminded him to a squirrel, a very angry squirrel.

“Then, why are you like that?”

Her question made him sigh, he couldn’t tell her about the conversation they had in the locker’s room, and much less about the fact he was almost going to tell Ambar he may need her. It was strange, but he has been thinking a little too much about the blonde girl for a while now, noticing her right in the moment when she came in to a room where he was in, and wanting to be the one she smiled to while she was talking with her friends. It was strange because she was Ambar Smith, and he was just the guitarist, her nemesis’ best friend.

“I’m just nervous about the competition, we still need to find someone to replace Ambar” he lied, he didn’t like to lie to his best friend, but he couldn’t say the truth about this neither.

“Yeah, I know.” Luna bit his lip. “Gastón said he would do it, but the choreography was made for three girls and three boys, so it wouldn’t work. I asked Nina, she is skating a little bit more since she is dating Gastón, but she said she doesn’t have the skills for a competition like that. Matteo told me he would ask Delfi and Jazmín, but I’m pretty sure they won’t do it because of Ambar, and Jim and Ramiro told me they are going to insist with Yam, even if she has said she was too busy with her internship with Mora.”

Yeah, they were screwed, there was only one week left for the competition.

“Maybe if I talk to Ambar…” started to say Luna, and he shook his head.

“She won’t listen”

“But I could insist”

“And she will get mad, say something mean, and you’ll end up fighting” He said, and there it was again, the angry squirrel face.

“We need to do something”

“I know” he admitted.

Yes, he needed to do something, and he wasn’t even talking about the competition, but about his situation with Ambar Smith, he needed to let her know how he felt, even if he wasn’t sure he could handle his heart being ripped apart, again.

 Jazmin was in front of her, tablet on her hands, filming her for the next Fav & Chick update. They were on the rink, not many people were skating around them, and so it was the perfect moment to do a little demonstration of her skills.

But first, they were making a short interview.

“Please, tell us why you’re not participating in the next competition” asked the redhead, and she gave a confident smile to the camera.

“Because the team doesn’t have the level I deserve, so I decided to focus on my training for the next one that is in couples, so I can easily win.” she answered.

“And who is going to be your partner?” was the next question.

“Oh, he hasn’t been chosen yet, but I will be doing some auditions very soon… so stay tuned!” she kept smiling to the camera, even if she wanted Jazmin to turn it off.

“That’s nice!” Her friend continued. “So, why are we here at the rink?” she asked then, as scripted.

“Because I wanted to show some of my moves to my fans” she said, and sent a kiss to the camera. “Ready?” added, going to her position, and when her friend gave her a thumbs up signal, she started skating around the rink, doing some amazing tricks she had been working on.

And then, when she was doing her last trick, he saw him leaning on the protecting bars of the rink.

She almost fell.

He was looking directly at her, his face was illegible, something she had thought was impossible as Simon’s expressions were always an open book.

“What happened on the last trick?” Jazmin asked her.

“I lost concentration, that’s all.” she answered, not even looking at her.

“Would you like to try it again?” her friend asked, getting the tablet ready to film again, but Ambar stopped her.

“Is ok, just edit the last part out, I have to do something” she answered, noticing Simon’s sight still on her.

She couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation they had at the locker’s room the other day, sometimes she felt as if his warm body was still surrounding her in that thigh hug, and sometimes she found herself thinking about how it would be to kiss him.

She always stopped herself in that part.

And last, but not least, she has been asking herself again and again what was that thing he was going to tell her just before storming out from the room.

“Are you sure?” her friend asked, and she saw Simon doing a gesture with his head, like inviting her to go talk somewhere else.

“Yeah, I’m sure”.

 “If you want to talk about the competition, forget it. I’m not going back to the team” She said, as soon as she found him on the park, where they agreed to meet.

She had suggested to talk at the locker’s room, but he insisted to do it somewhere no one could interrupt them, so she went to change her skates, and then walked to the park.

She ran, indeed.

“I don’t want to talk about the competition, Jim and Ramiro are convincing Yam to take your part” he answered, and she felt a small jealously prick when he thought about the other girl skating on her placer, even worst, skating with him.

“She isn’t even half good as I am.” She said, taking a strand of hair out of her face.

“Well, you were the one who decided to leave the team, weren’t you?” he asked, and then shook his head, like if he could erase what he had just said with that gesture. “Forget it, I didn’t bring you here to talk about that” he looked nervous.

“Then why?” she asked.

“Because…” he took some air. “Well… I-.” He nervously brushed his hand on his neck. “I thought we could talk about the other day, about everything I told you, I feel I must apologize…”

She didn’t let him continue.

“Don’t apologize.” She said. “You don’t have to.”

“Why for?” he asked.

“Because you were right.” She answered, her heart beating faster.

She had been thinking a lot about their conversation, she knew he was right about her, but that’s what made her get so angry, the fact he got to see her through the wall she had made to keep her true feelings hidden from the world.

“I should be the one to apologize, I don’t like it when people try to lecture me, and so I overreacted.” She sighted. “It wasn’t my best moment, and I made you pay for it, when it wasn’t your fault.”

He looked at her, mouth-opened.

“Wow! Did I just get an apology from Ambar Smith?” He said, sincerely surprised.

She allowed a small grin to come out from her lips.

“Well, don’t get used to it” she answered, but she was smiling.

“I won’t, I promise” he said, and she felt her own hear warming because of his smile.

They didn’t talk for almost a minute, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was indeed really nice, because they didn’t need to say much to feel good around each other.

“By the way, about the other day… you were going to say something before you left, what was it?” she asked then, because she couldn’t get that question out of her mind.

“It… it was nothing” he said, trying to avoid the topic, and she rolled her eyes.

“I told you everything, and apologized. So, whatever it was, please tell me” she demanded, and he sighed.

“Ok, but don’t freak out.” He said, after a while. “I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I… I kind of believe that the reason why I went to the lockers room that day wasn’t entirely because of the team, but because I kind of enjoy skating with you, I mean, I feel we connect… we are good for each other, and I kind of started to… like you. Well, more than li…like,” he stuttered. “I thing I’m falling for you. But, as I told you, it’s ok if you don’t fee…”

He didn’t get to finish his words, because her lips met his, and he felt like if the muses were singing hallelujahs around them.

They stopped thinking, his arms went around her putting her close, and hers surrounded his neck, not letting the height difference separate their lips. Right in that moment they could be surrounded by a lot of people, and they wouldn’t notice, in that exact moment there were only both of them.

She was the one who broke the kiss, but he kept her close, as their eyes met.

“I’m not sure about what I feel for you, I’ve never felt something like this before, but I’m not afraid to figure it out, not anymore.” She said, caressing his face.

He smiled.

“We don’t have to rush it, I mean… we have a lot of time” He said. “For example, now that we are here, would you like an ice-cream or something? It could be like a first date” He asked, and she laughed. He was right, maybe they could get along a little bit, know each other, and find out what’s exactly that feeling growing up between them.  

“Don’t you have to go back for work?” She asked, teasing him with a smile.

“I asked Nico to replace me for the rest of the day, we came to an agreement: I covered him last week when he dated Jim.” He answered, and she smiled again. It’s impossible not to smile when he is close, she thought. “Come on, is just an ice cream” he insisted, breaking their embrace, and offering her his hand.

“Ok, let’s go for that ice cream” she said, and took his hand to start walking by the park.

Later that night she couldn’t sleep thinking about that amazing kiss, and found herself knocking on Luna’s bedroom by midnight, telling her she was going to go back to the team, so they wouldn’t have to keep searching for someone to replace her.

The thought of Simon skating with someone else was enough to make her swallow her pride, and go back to the team. 

[swdslash]

anyw i dropped the plotting call bc i think it got?? two likes and, tbh, while i appreciate that it got more than zero likes, i don’t feel like committing when shit flop. i know that’s a shitty attitude to have but i definitely feel super Whatever about it. with something like plotting, i need to get myself in to a mindset and that’s not easily done when i’m sitting here feeling like i’m the only one who’s interested asdfghgfd i legitimately don’t know who’s actually interested in this muse and maybe that’s my own fault bc i haven’t finished working on pages but tbh? i don’t in any way enjoy that i don’t owe shit here. i don’t have stuff to work on, save for like one reply and a few asks. i hate that people take interest in ocs when they’re new and shiny but then they get bored. i love this muse a lot, he’s one of my fav ocs tbh? and idk it’s just extra upsetting bc people aren’t taking an interest and i’m?? trying. idk?? starter calls flop, plotting calls flop, memes flop?????? it’s not like the lack of pages is getting in the way either bc i’ve got a backstory post linked on the blog and i post in-depth headcanons.  fuck it tbh /: also i truly hate that ocs can’t be considered Good unless they have a super detailed backstory when people don’t actually read them? just admit you’d be fine with a brief summary and a detailed backstory is basically an elective read........................anyw i’m going to be working on asks & a proper backstory page bc i want to write one up but...lmk when ppl actually try to give a shit abt ocs. anyw this is sort of @ tumblr ins general but also especially @ the ff fandom bc this fandom doesn’t give ocs a chance. i’ve just gotten lucky bc i made kael at a good time and ppl know that i’m an oc writer so they seem more willing to accept it asdfghjhgf

also side note; ppl get bored of oc blogs the second they aren’t SUPER SUPER active but they end up not being active bc ppl don’t write with them and they have no means of being active.........hm