#(Laughs in Aut-----)

[koushirouizumi]

“Te  tomo  , you should trai   with me. Why wo  ‘t you?” Koushiro displayed the results of his training to Tentomon, who was watching him from the side. Tentomon tried it out for himself. “Very well, Koushiro-ha  ” but right away he said, “No, this isn’t for me. Ending at ‘Koushiro-ha’ just doesn’t feel right. It feels icky.” “I see. I  deed that is a shame.”

Digimon Adventure Novel; “The Inquisitive Heart” Translation from Digital Scratch (Link in the comments)

[aph-japan]

{H E T A L I A} ~ W O R L D S T A R S G A N G S T A {Ch. 520} x {Much} Earlier K i k u {Himaruya's B l o g A r t s} + "All My A n s w er s Are..."(??)

{Cap’d by Me} {DO NOT RE-P O S T TO OTHER S I T E S} {DO NOT RE-P R O D U C E} (A S K to U s e/S h a r e!)

Bonus:

{Cap'd by Me} {DO NOT RE-P O S T}

[biblical-chronicles]

Sibling rivalry

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where the two both take a likin' to you, but who will you choose?

(you actually get to choose, more than one thing)

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It started, as many things did, with a pint.

You’d only meant to pop into the pub for a quick drink—a quiet end to a long day. You weren’t looking for company, weren’t looking for a story to tell. But fate, and a bit of dumb luck, had other plans.

You’d just settled onto a barstool, a fresh pint in hand, when someone slid into the empty seat beside you. At first, you didn’t think much of it—just another bloke looking for a drink. But then he turned, nodded at you, and said, “Not from round ‘ere, are ya?”

You glanced up, eyebrow raising slightly. Dark hair, sharp features, an expression that hovered somewhere between amusement and boredom. He had a quiet sort of confidence, like he’d seen it all before and wasn’t in any rush to be impressed.

“I live round here,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Do I not look local?”

He smirked. “Nah, just don’t recognise ya. And I know everyone.”

“Everyone?”

“More or less.”

You hummed, unconvinced. “What, you the mayor or somethin’?”

That earned you a quiet chuckle. “Somethin’ like that.” He leaned against the bar, tilting his head as he studied you. “Noel.”

You introduced yourself in return, shaking the hand he offered. His grip was firm, his palm slightly rough—calloused, like someone who spent more time with a guitar than he did sitting behind a desk.

It didn’t take long to fall into easy conversation. There was something about him—dry humour, sharp wit, the kind of effortless cool that couldn’t be faked. You talked about music, about Manchester, about nothing in particular. It was the kind of conversation that flowed naturally, like two people who had known each other much longer than the twenty minutes you actually had.

And then, just as you were mid-sentence, another voice cut in.

"Oi, Noel—ain’t that bird too fit for you?"

You turned just in time to see a new figure saunter up, all swagger and mischief. He was taller than Noel, broader in the shoulders, with messy hair and a cocky grin that looked permanent. You knew who he was before he even opened his mouth again.

Liam Gallagher.

You barely had a chance to react before Noel sighed heavily, like he’d been expecting this exact interruption. "Fuck off, Liam."

Liam ignored him, plonking himself down on your other side. "Nah, serious question," he said, looking at you now, eyes twinkling with amusement. "You actually enjoyin’ talkin’ to him, or has he been borin’ you to death with some story about how he single-handedly reinvented music?"

You smirked, glancing between the two of them. "He’s been alright, actually."

Liam huffed, looking affronted. "Christ, standards are slippin’ round ‘ere."

Noel rolled his eyes. "Don’t you have someone else to bother?"

Liam ignored that too. Instead, he turned his attention fully to you, draping an arm over the back of your chair like he’d known you for years. "Right, well. If you’re lookin’ for an actual good time, you’re talkin’ to the wrong brother."

Noel scoffed. "Oh, fuck off."

"What?" Liam spread his hands. "It’s true! You’re sat here actin’ all mysterious, talkin’ in riddles, meanwhile, I’m an open book. Dead easy to talk to, me."

"You’re a gobshite, is what you are."

"And yet, people love me."

Noel shook his head, lifting his pint to his lips. "No one fuckin’ loves you, mate."

Liam turned back to you, expression dramatic. "See what I have to put up with?"

You just laughed, shaking your head. "You two always like this?"

"Absolutely," Noel muttered.

"Since birth," Liam added.

Noel shot him a look. "Well, since your birth. I was sound ‘til you showed up."

Liam grinned. "Jealous ‘cause I’m the better model?"

Noel’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Yeah, mate. That’s definitely what it is."

You were barely holding in your laughter at this point. The banter between them was so seamless, so automatic, you almost felt like an intruder just watching it unfold.

Liam must have noticed, because he turned back to you, leaning in slightly. "See, I’m just tryin’ to make sure you have a good night, but he’s makin’ it all about himself. Typical."

"Fuckin’ hell, Liam," Noel groaned.

"You are doin’ a lot of talkin’ for someone who’s meant to be the quiet, cool one," you teased.

Liam snorted, nudging your shoulder like you were already in on the joke. "See? She gets it."

Noel sighed, shaking his head—but you didn’t miss the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "She’s humourin’ you, mate."

"Bet she’s not."

"Bet she is."

You grinned, glancing between them. "You lot always this competitive?"

Noel lifted a shoulder. "Only when he’s losin’."

Liam scoffed. "I never lose."

"You’re losin’ now."

"Am I fuck."

The bickering continued, neither of them willing to back down. You just sat back, sipping your pint, thoroughly entertained.

You had walked into this pub alone. But somehow, between a drink and some good conversation, you’d landed yourself in the middle of a full-fledged Gallagher standoff.

“Gonna step out for a cig.” He paused, then—almost casual, almost like he wasn’t particularly arsed either way—nodded towards the door. “You comin’ or what?”

You raised a brow, setting your glass down. “You inviting me, Gallagher?”

He scoffed. “Reckon so, yeah. Unless you’re havin’ too much fun watchin’ him”—he jerked his chin toward Liam, who was now gesturing wildly about something, pint dangerously close to spilling—“chat absolute shite.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Nah, I think I like it here.”

...

The rest of the evening carried on much the same—Liam and Noel, constantly taking jabs at each other, each trying to outdo the other in whatever way they could. It wasn’t always obvious, but you could see it—the way Liam would shift closer when Noel spoke, the way Noel would cut in when Liam was making you laugh a little too much.

At one point, Noel offered to buy you a drink. Liam scoffed.

“Eh, don’t let him,” he said, leaning in. “Tightest fucker you’ll ever meet.”

Noel, completely unfazed, just exhaled, shaking his head. “Right, and what, you’re the generous one?”

“Absolutely.”

You just laughed, letting them bicker as you took a sip of your drink.

Later, when Noel had been dragged into a conversation with someone else, Liam nudged your knee under the table. “Gotta say, didn’t expect to have such riveting competition tonight,” he said, smirking.

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. “You were expecting less of a challenge?”

Liam grinned, tipping his pint towards you. “Course.”

“You’re both as bad as each other,” you said, shaking your head.

“You love it, though,” he teased.

You pretended to consider. “…Maybe.”

As the night wound down, the pub thinning out, you checked the time and sighed. “I should probably head off,” you said, standing and stretching.

Noel, who had reappeared beside you, arched an eyebrow. “What, leavin’ already?”

“Some of us have responsibilities,” you said, grinning.

Liam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Tragic, that.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone. “Here,” you said, handing it to Noel first.

He smirked but took it, tapping in his number before handing it to Liam. Liam squinted at the screen before doing the same, then passed it back to you.

“There,” he said. “Now you’re stuck with us.”

You laughed, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “Lucky me.”

Noel grinned. “You are, actually.”

Liam snorted, shaking his head, but he was grinning too.

You took a step back, tucking your hands into your pockets. “Alright, lads, it’s been fun. Try not to kill each other, yeah?”

“No promises,” Noel said, lifting his pint.

You laughed again, turning for the door, feeling their eyes on you as you walked out into the night.

Back home, you flopped onto your couch, staring up at the ceiling, mind still buzzing from the night.

What the fuck was that?

It wasn’t just that they’d been fighting over you—that much was obvious. But what did it mean? Was it just some drunken game between brothers, a bit of fun for the night? Had they just seen an opportunity to wind each other up and taken it, and you’d been caught in the middle? Or had it actually been something more?

And if it was something more… what were you supposed to do about it?

You didn’t even know if you had a preference. If it had just been Noel, or just Liam, maybe you’d have a better grasp on it. But no, it had been both of them, equally persistent, equally charming in their own ways. The whole thing left you feeling unsteady, stuck in some weird limbo where you didn’t quite know how to move forward.

Not that it mattered, apparently.

A couple of days passed without a single word from either of them. No texts, no calls, nothing. And that, really, gave you the answer, didn’t it? It had just been a bit of fun at the pub, and you’d read too much into it.

Probably already been forgotten, you thought bitterly, rolling your eyes at yourself.

And then your phone buzzed.

You nearly ignored it, but when you glanced at the screen and saw the name—Noel—your stomach did a weird little flip. You scrambled to grab your phone, unlocking it with shaky fingers.

Noel: You still alive?

You blinked. What?

Noel: Got some time this evenin’?

For a second, you just stared at the screen. Then your heart lurched into your throat, and you had to physically shake yourself out of it.

Okay. Okay. Breathe.

You had not been forgotten. Not entirely, at least. And—more importantly—Liam hadn’t been the one to reach out. Just Noel. The choice had been made for you, clearly.

You: Yeah, I’m free. What’re you thinking?

Noel: I could come round yours?

Shit. Shit.

You felt another little rush of panic, followed swiftly by a wave of excitement. You hadn’t even entertained the idea that one of them would come over, but now it was happening, and you suddenly felt grossly unprepared.

You: Yeah, sounds good. I’ll text you the address.

Noel: Sound.

You let out a breath, staring at the messages for a moment before jumping to your feet. If he was coming over, your place needed to not look like a disaster zone. You spent the next hour tidying up—nothing too obvious, just enough that it looked effortlessly presentable. And, of course, you changed. Not too much, didn’t want to look like you’d tried too hard, but… a little.

By the time there was a knock at the door, you were as ready as you could be.

You took a deep breath, then pulled it open.

Noel stood there, hands in his coat pockets, a small bouquet of flowers tucked under one arm.

You blinked.

“…You brought flowers?”

He smirked, shifting them toward you. “What, can’t show up empty-handed, can I?”

You huffed a laugh, taking them from him. “Didn’t peg you for the romantic type.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, stepping inside.

The evening had settled into something easy, something comfortable.

Noel had made himself at home on your couch, legs stretched out, a drink in hand, looking for all the world like he’d been there a hundred times before. You’d thrown on a record—something older, something good—and the two of you sat back, talking shit about music, about gigs, about whatever came to mind.

It was nice. Flirty in that natural, unforced way, the kind where neither of you were really trying but it was there anyway, in the small smirks, in the teasing lilt of your words, in the way his eyes lingered when you talked.

At some point, he got up to flip the record over, and you watched him from where you sat, drink dangling from your fingers.

“You’re a proper music snob, aren’t you?” you mused.

Noel scoffed. “Me?”

“Yeah, you. If it’s not from some band that was big before I was even born, you don’t wanna hear it.”

He turned back, narrowing his eyes playfully. “It’s called havin’ taste, mate. Some of us have got it.”

You laughed, shaking your head, and he grinned, dropping back onto the couch beside you. The conversation continued, winding and effortless, and you let yourself enjoy it—just sitting there with him, the warm glow of the lamp, the quiet crackle of the record.

Then your phone buzzed.

You ignored it at first, too caught up in whatever Noel was saying. But a few minutes later, when his glass was near-empty, you took the chance to get up.

“I’ll grab us another drink,” you said, standing.

Noel just hummed in agreement, settling further into the couch as you made your way to the kitchen.

As soon as you were out of sight, you pulled out your phone.

Liam.

Liam: Oi, you free later? Was thinking of swingin’ by late evening.

Your stomach dropped.

Shit.

What were the fucking odds? A couple of days of nothing and then the moment you finally think, alright, Noel it is, Liam decides to pop back up?

You chewed your lip, staring at the message.

Alright. Two options.

Either you told Liam you were busy—simple, easy, no drama—or you somehow got Noel to leave early without making it obvious.

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen.

“Y’alright?”

You jumped slightly at the sound of Noel’s voice from the other room.

“Yeah!” you called back, forcing your voice to stay normal. “Just getting the drinks.”

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you grabbed the bottles from the counter and took a deep breath.

As you walked back toward the living room, drinks in hand, you made a split-second decision.

You shifted one of the bottles to the crook of your arm, freeing up a hand to grab your phone. Fingers moving quickly, you typed out a reply.

Ah, can’t tonight. Another time?

Yeah, I'll send you the address in a bit x

...

The apartment was suffocatingly quiet. The soft hum of the fridge, the distant sound of traffic, all of it pressing in on you like a weight.

How did you even get here?

You hadn’t meant for things to get complicated. Both of them were clearly willing to try something with you, both of them offering something real, something worth exploring. And yet, the more you thought about it, the more it felt wrong.

You can’t have both.

Your chest tightened at the thought. If you chose one, the other would be hurt, and you'd be left with the awkward tension of knowing you’d led them on. You couldn’t stand the idea of breaking Noel’s heart—he was your rock, your best friend. He deserved better than to be caught up in this mess. But Liam, too, had been nothing but kind, and the pull between you two was undeniable. What if you picked Noel, but Liam felt left out? What if choosing him meant losing Noel?

What do I do?

The anxiety hit, and your breath grew shallow. Your hands shook as you scrolled through the threads of messages again, looking for some kind of sign that would make the decision easier. But there was nothing. Just the two of them, both wanting something from you. Something you weren’t sure you were ready to give.

If you choose one, you’ll lose the other.

You felt trapped, suffocated by the pressure of making the right choice. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all Noel, who had always been there for you. You didn’t want to hurt Liam, who seemed so open, so genuine. But there was no way around it.

You couldn’t keep leading them both on. You couldn’t keep pretending you didn’t know what your heart really wanted.

With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone, quickly choosing

Liam's number

Noel's number

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don't know where to include notes, but I'll do it here since it's the main skeleton I guess? hopefully, it was not too messy to read?? anyhow, hope ya lot liked it, this was the reason the stories were a tad shorter lately xx

also, made a whole separate blog just to post the choices, since I didn't know how to do it so that I wouldn't a) completely spoil the endings b) spam the shit out of ya

[hummingbird24220]

Can I request Robin and Reader bonding over speaking the same language and the rest of the strawhats are very curious about what they are saying. maybe they are flirting or talking about crushes idk. I also wanna see Sanji being like “I can also speak other language, let me in!” He’s so jealous all the time, the poor pathetic man /affectionate

(Loved the Neko reader updates today <3)

Yes!! This was really fun to write , thank you for the request! I google translated a lot of it so sorry if its gibberish lol ;P

Enjoy!

Lost in Translation

One piece x reader - Fluff

The afternoon sun glinted off the waves, casting golden sparkles across the Thousand Sunny’s deck. You were perched under the shadow of the mast, flipping through an old book with tattered edges and an even older language scrawled inside. Robin sat nearby, her own book in hand, legs elegantly crossed, one finger resting thoughtfully against her lips.

You glanced up, and as if on cue, her eyes met yours. A silent, knowing look passed between you.

“Mundus vetus loquitur, sed pauci intellegunt,” Robin said casually, eyes back on her book.

You smirked. “Et nos inter illos paucos sumus,” you replied.

Robin chuckled softly. “Quid aliud latet in te, amica?” (“What else hides in you, my friend?”)

You leaned in just slightly, the corners of your lips tilting up. “Forte, secretum aut duo... vel tres.” (“Perhaps a secret or two... or three.”)

Across the deck, Luffy was attempting to balance Chopper on his head while Zoro and Franky were arguing about weights in the training area. Nami lounged nearby, half-dozing, but Sanji—oh, Sanji was watching. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Oi, oi... What’s with the secret code?” Sanji called out, walking over and dramatically tossing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Are you two gossiping about the rest of us? Or... dare I dream... flirting?”

Robin arched an amused brow. “Forsitan utrumque,” she murmured. (“Perhaps both.”)

You gave Sanji an innocent smile. “We’re just... discussing history.”

“Historia et cordis arcana,” Robin added. (“History and the heart’s secrets.”)

Sanji’s eyes widened. “Hey! Don’t think I’m left out just ‘cause I don’t speak... whatever that is! I’m a man of culture, okay?! I can speak... uhh... love! In every language!”

You and Robin exchanged another glance. You couldn’t resist.

“Ecce, gallus in arena,” you said with a straight face. (“Behold, a rooster in the arena.”)

Robin snorted delicately. “Clamat sed nemo respondet.” (“He crows, but no one answers.”)

Sanji gasped. “Hey! That was about me, wasn’t it?! I know it! Say it to my face in a language I understand!”

“I did,” you replied sweetly. “You just didn’t hear it right.”

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew was beginning to notice the hushed giggles and cryptic smiles being exchanged between you and Robin.

“Are they making fun of us?” Usopp asked, peeking over Nami’s shoulder.

Nami opened one eye and lazily answered, “Probably. But it’s Robin, so it sounds classy.”

“Mihi videtur pulchram tuam amicam subridere cum intentione,” Robin whispered in your ear, voice low and teasing. (“It seems to me your lovely friend is smiling at you with intent.”)

You flushed lightly. “Quae? Ego? Numquam.” (“What? Me? Never.”)

“Mentiris tam dulciter.” (“You lie so sweetly.”)

Sanji was now furiously flipping through a random dictionary he had retrieved from somewhere. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be multilingual too, dammit!”

Luffy, now wearing Chopper like a hat, popped up beside him. “Are we gonna learn a secret language?! Cool! Does it involve meat?”

“Fortasse,” you and Robin said at the same time.

(“Perhaps.”)

And oh, the mystery deepened.

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It started innocently.

A small folded note left on the edge of the breakfast table, right beside Robin’s coffee cup.

“Pulchrior es quam aurora ipsa.” (You are more beautiful than the dawn itself.)

Robin’s brow lifted as she read it, a soft laugh escaping her lips. She didn't even need to glance your way—she knew exactly who it was from. Instead, she dipped her pen in ink and scribbled a reply on the back.

“Et tu clarior stella matutina.” (And you, brighter than the morning star.)

You found it tucked inside your book that afternoon, and from that moment on, the notes didn’t stop. They’d show up in the fruit bowl, wedged between your favorite daggers, tucked into folded laundry, even hidden inside a loaf of bread once (courtesy of Robin’s devilish sense of humor).

But it didn’t stop at flattery. No, you both had opinions. And you weren’t afraid to share them, no matter who was in earshot.

“Ille, cum triceps, Zoro… oculi eius sicut gladii sunt,” you said quietly as you leaned beside Robin at the rail, eyes fixed on the swordsman below. (That one, the grumpy one—Zoro... his eyes are like blades.)

Robin gave you a sly look, her fan fluttering open. “Et frons eius sicut perpetuum nubilum,” she replied with mock drama. (And his brow is like an eternal storm cloud.)

Zoro glanced up from his training with the distinct expression of someone who knew he was being talked about but had no proof. “What the hell are you two whispering about now?”

You grinned. “Just admiring your... weathered aesthetic.”

“Tempestas sed formosa,” Robin added with a wink. (A storm, but a beautiful one.)

Zoro’s scowl deepened. “What the hell does that mean?!”

Later that day, Sanji caught you leaving another folded note in Robin’s book.

He squinted at it. “Oi, what’s that? Is it about me?”

Robin calmly flipped the page without acknowledging him. “Just a scholarly observation.”

You smirked and whispered, loud enough for him to hear, “Ille habet oculos ceruleos sicut mare post imbrem... et mores feles mendicae.” (He has blue eyes like the sea after rain… and the manners of a begging cat.)

Robin snorted into her teacup.

Sanji leaned over the table, horrified. “Was that a compliment or an insult?!”

“Yes,” you and Robin said at the same time.

Even Franky wasn’t spared.

“Vidisti eum hodie? Tota machina, sed cor tam tenerum.” Robin murmured as Franky sang to himself in the workshop. (Did you see him today? All machine, but a heart so soft.)

You added, “Super et tener, sicut ursus amatorius.” (Loud and soft, like a teddy bear.)

Usopp’s eye twitched. “They’re definitely talking about us.”

Chopper nodded. “I think I heard them say bear!”

“Hey! HEY! Say it in NORMAL words!” Luffy cried, mouth full of meat.

You turned and gave him a dazzling smile. “Praeses carissime, nos te semper intellegimus.” (Dearest captain, we always understand you.)

Robin chimed in, “Etiam cum nemo alius potest.” (Even when no one else can.)

Luffy beamed. “Awww, thanks! I don’t know what you said but it sounded awesome!”

That night, another note appeared on your pillow. This one wasn’t just poetic.

“Aliquando, mihi videtur nos duas esse sicut duo scelestos, linguā latente corda legentes.” (Sometimes, I think we’re like two scoundrels, reading hearts in a hidden tongue.)

You wrote back without hesitation.

“Et si sic est... nonne gloriosum est?” (And if we are… isn’t it glorious?)

The war of whispers had just begun.

And the rest of the Straw Hats?

Totally unprepared.

It started at breakfast.

You and Robin were passing a note back and forth under the table, giggling like schoolgirls. Luffy was obliviously munching on toast, Chopper was mixing jam and peanut butter like it was a medical experiment, and Zoro was already rubbing his temples.

“Pulchrum est videre quomodo vultus eius rubescit cum loquimur de eo,” Robin murmured. (It’s lovely to see how his face turns red when we talk about him.)

You shot a glance toward Sanji—who, at that moment, was setting down a plate of pancakes with an unbothered smile.

“Tenerior quam butyrum in sole,” you whispered. (Softer than butter in the sun.)

Sanji paused, tilted his head… then leaned in slowly.

“Tu veux jouer à ce jeu, ma chérie? Très bien.” (You want to play this game, my darling? Very well.)

The two of you blinked.

Robin’s brow arched in intrigue. “Oh?”

“Je peux être aussi mystérieux que vous deux, et encore plus séduisant, non?” (I can be just as mysterious as you two, and even more charming, no?)

You choked on your tea. “Did he just—”

“French,” Robin said, dabbing her lips with a napkin, visibly amused. “He’s retaliating.”

Sanji twirled around dramatically and poured a cup of coffee for Robin. “Pour la plus belle femme sur ce navire... et l’autre sirène à la langue aiguisée.” (For the most beautiful woman on this ship… and the other siren with the sharp tongue.)

You gasped, pretending to be offended. “Sharp tongue?!”

Robin giggled. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

By lunch, it had escalated.

Sanji refused to speak to you or Robin in anything but French. Every sentence, every compliment, every argument—French. And worse, he was clearly good at it.

“Je ne peux pas supporter d'être exclu, alors j'ai décidé de surpasser vos petits secrets.” (I can’t stand being excluded, so I’ve decided to outdo your little secrets.)

You leaned into Robin. “He’s dramatic.”

Robin sipped her wine. “Dangerously so. I like it.”

Luffy whined, “Now Sanji is broken too! What’s happening?!”

Usopp was pacing in circles. “We’ve got Latin whispers on one side, romantic French threats on the other—this ship is turning into a drama play!”

Zoro groaned. “They’re not even fighting. They’re just… aggressively talking fancy.”

Franky posed dramatically beside Sanji. “I don’t know what you’re saying, bro, but it sounds SUUUPER seductive!”

“Naturellement.” Sanji winked.

Later that evening, you found another note tucked under your pillow.

“Sanji in linguam Gallicam confugit, sed scitne quid dicamus vere?” (Sanji fled to the French language, but does he know what we’re really saying?)

You smirked and penned your reply, slipping it into Robin’s novel.

“Scit tantum quod permittimus.” (He knows only what we allow.)

The language war had taken a turn.

Robin and you? Elusive, secretive, and cheeky in Latin.

Sanji? All French flirt and fire, sashaying through his own private rebellion.

The crew?

Losing. Their. Minds.

---

It was Nami who called the meeting.

“Alright. I’ve had it,” she said, slamming her map scroll on the table. “Robin and [Name] are whispering in Latin. Sanji is speaking French like he's seducing a bakery. Zoro’s scowling louder than he talks. We need to fight back.”

Luffy, sitting cross-legged on the table, raised a hand. “Can my language be meat?”

“…what?”

“Like, I’ll say meat when I’m happy, meat meat when I’m mad, and MEAT when I’m serious.”

Chopper nodded like this was science. “I will only communicate using high-level medical terminology. It’ll be educational.”

“I’m in,” Usopp said, adjusting his goggles. “My language will be exaggerated battle cry metaphors. Y’know, stuff like ‘the hammer of justice shall rain from the sky!’”

Zoro grunted. “I’ll just say sword. That’s all I need.”

“Of course,” Nami said dryly. “Of course you will.”

Franky revved up his sunglasses. “Beep boop. Wrench. Socket. Bolt-action patriotism.”

Brook raised a hand gently. “May I speak exclusively in music lyrics and skeleton puns?”

“Yes,” said Nami immediately.

Robin, reading silently from the corner, calmly turned a page and said, “Mundus insanit.” (The world has gone mad.)

You leaned over and whispered, “Et nos cum eo.” (And we with it.)

Sanji appeared at your side with a flourish, placing down a fruit tart with a rose on top.

“Je vous ai préparé quelque chose de doux, mes étoiles.” (I prepared something sweet for you, my stars.)

Luffy stood up suddenly and shouted, “MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT!”

Sanji blinked. “Is… is that anger?”

Chopper adjusted his hat. “I believe he just declared war.”

The next morning.

Robin and you were once again deep in quiet conversation. She had passed you a note tucked inside a book of ancient inscriptions. The note simply read:

“Quis eorum cedit primus?” (Which of them will give up first?)

You smiled as Zoro stomped past, arms crossed, muttering “Sword. Sword sword. Sword.”

“Not him,” you whispered.

From the other side of the ship:

“BEHOLD! THE STORM OF WRATH COMETH ON THE BACK OF A FLYING FISH!” (Usopp, holding a spoon.)

“MEAT!” (Luffy, holding Usopp.)

“I require a stethoscope, a centrifuge, and three cc’s of patience,” Chopper said with incredible authority, as he attempted to brush his teeth.

Nami sighed from the helm. “Where’s the mute button for this ship?”

Franky popped up beside her. “Beep boop. Drill press. Leveler. Wacky torque!”

“STOP THAT.”

At lunch, the chaos reached a glorious peak.

Sanji laid out a feast with flair, announcing each dish in French. “Et pour vous, mon capitaine, un steak saignant, comme demandé.”

Luffy screamed, “MEAT!!!” and dove for the plate.

Brook stood beside him, strumming his guitar. “🎵 I ain’t got no tongue, but I sure got soul! 🎵 Yohohohooo—skull joke!”

Meanwhile, Zoro dropped his fork and simply said, “Sword.” Then glared at the fork like it betrayed him.

Nami facepalmed. “I feel like I’m living in a fever dream.”

You and Robin, sipping tea and speaking softly in Latin, were unfazed.

“Certamen est ridiculum,” Robin said. (The battle is ridiculous.)

“Et tamen… amo illud,” you replied. (And yet… I love it.)

Robin chuckled. “Id est familia nostra.” (It is our family.)

And with the entire ship lost in its own tangled web of invented languages, miscommunication, and overly dramatic monologues…

You decided not to translate a single thing.

-

Dinner on the Thousand Sunny was always a lively affair.

Tonight? It was a warzone of nonsense.

Robin sat calmly beside you, stirring her soup with practiced elegance. You were trying to keep a straight face, but it was getting really hard.

Across the table, Luffy stood dramatically on his chair, waving a fork in the air like it was a pirate flag.

“MEAT. MEAT meat MEAAAT!!” he declared, eyes shining with joy.

Chopper gasped in awe. “He says the octopus tried to punch him but tripped over a sea cucumber.”

“Are you sure?” Nami said, deadpan.

“Yes! It was clearly a three-meat sentence structure.”

Meanwhile, Zoro reached across the table, grunted, and pointed vaguely toward the salt shaker. “...Sword.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Sword,” he repeated, more serious this time.

Nami raised a brow. “What kind of sword is he asking for?!”

You watched Zoro squint, then mime shaking something. “...Sword… sword sword.”

Robin leaned toward you and whispered, “He means salt.”

“...Oh.”

Franky slammed a wrench-shaped spoon on the table. “Ratchet! Beep! Clamp! Torque wrench!” He was visibly sweating, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Socket… bolt… table saw.”

Brook tapped his plate with a spoon and hummed, “🎵 Macaroni melody in C minor, and I still have no skin—yohohoho! 🎵”

Sanji glided in with a tray, speaking full French with dangerous elegance. “Et voilà, pour vous tous, le dîner du chaos. Bon appétit, les fous.”

Usopp was scribbling something on a napkin in Battle Cry Glyphics. “My potato’s name is VENGEANCE,” he muttered under his breath. “He will avenge the ketchup that fell before him.”

Your face was red from holding in your laughter.

Nami, stabbing her salad, muttered, “I will pay someone to make this stop.”

Luffy interrupted her with, “MEAT! Meat meat meat MEAT meat meat,” slamming his hand on the table and looking like he was explaining a near-death experience.

You wheezed. “Did he just—?”

Robin translated, lips twitching, “He said he ‘almost meat-ed’ with death… but then the meat saved him.”

Franky looked desperate. “Caulking gun! Allen key! Please I just want to know if anyone liked the soup,” he choked, tearing up.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You burst into laughter.

It started as a giggle, then doubled over into full-blown, stomach-clutching wheezing. Everyone paused.

“I—I can’t—Oh my god—Zoro tried to salt with sword. Franky is malfunctioning. Luffy’s speaking meatese. Chopper’s speaking Latin for doctors. I’m done. I’m DONE!”

The crew stared for a second.

Then they all broke too.

Usopp smacked the table. Even Zoro cracked a grin. Chopper was giggling. Sanji sighed, dramatically defeated. Franky fell backward, arms spread, crying happy robot tears.

Nami was staring at a wall with dead eyes, looking haunted.

Luffy pointed at you triumphantly. “I win!”

“No you don’t!” you said, snorting. “There was no game!”

Robin just smiled at you, utterly serene. “Lingua est potestas… sed risus vincit omnia.” (Language is power… but laughter conquers all.)

You grinned. “Truer words have never been spoken.”

That night, as the stars glowed above the Sunny, peace returned.

Words were spoken normally. Well, mostly.

Zoro still said “sword” once when he meant “pass the pepper.”

But hey. That’s just how he is.

[sjsmith56]

You Know You Love Me

Summary: Bucky drives another member of the Avengers crazy with his teasing of her, and the non-stop women that he dates.

Length: 3.4 K

Characters: Bucky, unnamed and undescribed fem!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Bucky being insufferable, condescension, interference in reader’s dating life

Author notes: Avenger AU; Thanos never happened in this universe.

There were times when Bucky Barnes could be really irritating. Actually, it was most of the time. Living in the tower with him was like having the most irritating big brother / roommate / overbearing neighbour ever, trying to run your life. The worst moments were when he would say something just to get a rise out of me. He’d say it, then smirk, then the smile would get broader as he watched my reaction, then he would practically laugh when I’d call him on his bullshit. Those perfect teeth would be fully exposed, and I swear there would be a lens flare sparkle effect on them as his eyes crinkled in amusement. It was maddening.

He always had an opinion on everything, from TV shows, movies, favourite foods and especially with what I wore, and shared it whether I wanted to hear it or not.

“Sweetheart, you should wear that blue dress more often on your dates,” he would say, or something similar to it. “It will make your eyes pop.”

“You telling me what to wear, Barnes?” I would answer. “You practically live in your dark jeans and Henleys.”

“That’s because they’re comfortable,” he would reply, with a grin. “After what I went through in my life, I’m entitled to a little comfort in my old age, aren’t I?”

“Eat shit,” would be my response, except I never said it aloud as he was still a man of the 40s and would act all concerned at the language people used, which was rich coming from him, as he swore more than I did.

To be honest, I couldn’t really call him out on his life because he was tortured for most of it, and technically he was a centenarian. But to watch him just grin, with that look he often had after saying something outrageous to me, knowing I was holding my tongue, brought out the worst in me. Of course, the other Avengers would say he obviously liked me because he was normally Mr. Silent and Grumpy with all of them.

“Take the smile,” said Sam. “It’s proof the man has a heart.”

“But it bugs me,” I explained. “Drives me up the wall.”

“That’s why he does it,” smiled the winged man. “He obviously likes you and thinks you can handle it.”

That was the real problem for me; I couldn’t handle his attention, seemingly focused just on me. None of the others got as much scrutiny as I did. It didn’t help that the man was insanely gorgeous, with that thick dark hair, intense blue eyes, a jawline and cheekbones that rivalled those of any Hollywood heartthrob, topped off by an incredible smile. Physically, he was the type of man that women drooled over; tall, broad shouldered, sculpted waist, an ass that filled out his jeans so well, and thighs that gave me all sorts of thoughts. Which was another reason why I did my best to ignore or insult him. You would think I would know that my tactics weren’t working but the alternative to his attention was not getting it and that was unthinkable.

He had lots of female company, based on the number of times he came out of his room in the morning with a different woman for the walk of shame to the elevator. He’d stroke their hair, say how much fun he had, kiss them softly on their lips, then send them on their way, never to be seen again. It hurt, and I didn’t think I could compete against that. Not that I ever really tried.

Don’t get me wrong. I was happy with myself. After falling into that trap of denying myself anything that might stick to my figure, I realized I was playing a sucker’s game. I liked food, I liked enjoying myself, and so what if I wasn’t a perfect size 2. I was perfect the way I was, loved my curves and loved showing them off. Dates weren’t a problem, although second dates weren’t automatic, and third dates were rare. I often wondered why that was.

Somehow, Bucky would always be around when my date was picking me up for the first time. He would lean against a wall, his arms folded, gazing intently at the man who showed up. Occasionally he would speak to them with something along the lines of bringing me home before curfew. They would look at him, then me, to determine if he was kidding. It didn’t help when he said it was part of my “parole conditions.” Even if Bucky started grinning and say he was joking, more often than not those would be the dates that didn’t progress beyond the first one. If I did get asked out again, he would be waiting even nearer to us, almost like a lurking parent.

“Did you remember to take your infectious disease medication?” he would sometimes ask.

“Bucky, you know damn well I’m as healthy as a super soldier.”

“Yeah, now you are,” he’d say, with a straight face. “Gotta stay vigilant. Remember Typhoid Mary appeared healthy.”

The last time it happened, and Bucky said something really outrageous, the guy decided not to follow up with any more dates, so I confronted Bucky the next morning.

“Why are you always interfering in my love life?” I was almost apoplectic in my anger. “You told him I had to be home to tuck the kids in.”

“You can do better than him, sweetheart,” he answered. “If he really liked you, he would have asked to meet the kids. He wasn’t right for you. None of them are.”

I was done with his interference.

“How would you know? When was the last time you had a steady girlfriend?”

“Haven’t found the right one, yet,” he said. “But I get lots of action during the search, so I’m not too concerned.”

“Yeah? Sometimes I wonder if you have your lady friends over here just to make me jealous.” A flicker of something appeared in his eyes and quickly disappeared. I obviously hit a target. “You see me giving your dates the third degree?”

“They know our dates are casual,” he said, with an edge to his voice. “I don’t lead them on.” The grin appeared again. “They just want a taste and I’m happy to oblige.”

“You’re such a hypocrite!” I was in serious danger of losing it. “I swear, one of these days I’m going to start dragging guys to my bedroom. See how you like it then.”

With what I hoped was dramatic effect I whirled around and stomped away, not looking back. He just made me so angry. What he didn’t know was that I went straight to my room, turned on the TV really loud, then buried my face in my pillow and cried. Cried for letting him bother me; cried for being jealous of the women he brought back; cried for obviously not being someone he saw as worthy of dating. I hated to admit it, but I was in love with him, but I also knew I was nothing like the women he brought back for the night. They were beautiful; tall, graceful, perfect hair and teeth. Even though I liked myself I still felt like I was a 6 compared to their 9s. I didn’t think he would ever think of me as anything other than someone to tease.

It didn’t help that before I came to the tower, I was in a disastrous relationship with a SHIELD agent who was just as handsome as Bucky. He broke my heart when I learned he was cheating on me, and I didn’t want to be put into that position again. I put up all my emotional guards and just did my job. Except Bucky kept chipping away at me. I was tired of it. Did I already say he drove me crazy? This boomeranging between loving him and hating him wore me out.

For a week after that last confrontation, I wouldn’t talk to him. I wouldn’t even stay in the same room with him as I was so mad at myself for loving him. He didn’t bring any women back to his quarters during that week, so I guessed that my words had an effect.

That lasted until I went out to a nightclub with a bunch of college friends that I hadn’t seen in a while. I was dressed to the nines that night, in a slinky dress, cut low in the front and back, showing a lot of leg. I did my hair, wore makeup, nice jewelry … the works. We walked into the place like we owned it, and heads turned as we made our entrance. Drinking and dancing like it was the first day of the rest of our lives, we drew lots of male attention (and some female, as a couple of my girlfriends were lesbians). It was fun and liberating at the same time.

I was on the dance floor, grinding my ass against a guy as we danced when I saw them; Bucky and Sam, sitting at the bar. I couldn’t believe they would follow me. Women were hitting on both and every time I looked Bucky would lean over, whisper something in their ear, then pull back with that sexy smile he had. I was sure he was doing it deliberately. When we finally made eye contact, he lifted his glass to me. What an asshole.

“Who’s an asshole?” asked the guy I was dancing with, raising his voice so I could hear him over the music.

I must have said it out loud.

“Just a guy from work who showed up here,” I yelled back. “He’s always on my case. We had words and I told him off. Now he’s here and I just find his presence annoying.”

“You want me to tell him to leave?” he asked. “I don’t mind.”

Before I could answer he left me on the dance floor and made his way to Bucky. I watched him point back to me then say something. That smirk came out, then Bucky looked at me and shook his head. Working my way off the dance floor I confronted him, swaying lightly as I was definitely under the influence.

“Why are you here?”

“Baby, I just told him to leave,” said my dance partner. “Come on, he’s just being a dick.”

“Seriously, Bucky, why did you follow me?”

He looked at Sam, then at the guy I had danced with, then back at me, sizing me up in a way that made me a little uncomfortable. “I didn’t know you were here. We often hang out here, don’t we Sam? Good booze, nice staff, and great music.”

Sam said nothing, just arched his eyebrows a little. The guy I danced with was getting impatient.

“Bullshit, you hate this music,” I said. “You always go to that jazz place on the east side.”

That smirk twitched at the side of Bucky’s mouth. “How would you know? You been watching me?”

“No,” I answered defensively. “People post pics on Instagram. You’re a celebrity.”

The guy looked at Bucky again then at Sam and his brain suddenly put two and two together.

Bucky scoffed. “Thought I would find out what the appeal with this place is,” he answered, then he looked at the guy who was definitely figuring out he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. “Gotta say, I’m not that impressed.”

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t ask for your opinion,” I retorted, trying to appear put together, then losing my balance. He caught me before I tripped over the heels I was wearing. “Thank you. Now, I’m going back to dancing with my friend here. You can just … just … buzz off.”

I waved my hand at him dismissively, then turned back to the dance floor, grabbing hold of the guy’s arm. As I headed back into the throng of dancers with him, I lost my balance again and almost fell, but felt a strong pair of arms catch me up in their arms. It was Bucky.

“Put me down,” I said.

“No, you’re going home,” he answered. “You’ve had enough.”

“She asked you to put her down.” Bucky glared at him.

“You're not my dad,” I slurred. “Or my boyfriend. You don’t get to tell me when I’ve had enough.”

“That’s true,” he answered, still holding me in the middle of that dance floor as the other dancers ignored us. All I could see was that cute cleft in his chin. God, I wanted to lick it. “But I am your friend, and I think you should call it a night.”

It was like the other guy didn’t even exist. Bucky thought he was my friend? Never before had he said that and for some reason, it made me cry. Every time I tried to stop, I couldn’t and I buried my face in his chest, soaking his shirt with my tears. Calmly, he carried me off the dance floor to where Sam was, holding my purse and jacket. I still don’t know what happened to the guy I was dancing with, but he didn’t follow us.

“I’ll get the car,” said Sam. “She’s going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

“She’ll be alright,” replied Bucky, then he looked at me in a way he never had before. “You really need to know your limit.”

“Are you mad at me?” My voice sounded pathetic, even to me.

“No, sweetheart, I’m not mad.” He was still holding me in his arms. “I’m actually sorry.”

We were waiting at the door now, where it was quieter and the pounding in my head that I knew came from how much I drank began bothering me. He stood me upright for a moment, helping me on with my jacket.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked as he buttoned it up.

He breathed out noticeably. “I went about things the wrong way. I might be over a hundred years old but when it comes to women I like, I forget how to act around them.”

I swayed a little, and he put his arm around me, supporting me.

“Who do you like?”

Sam’s car appeared and Bucky helped me into the back seat, buckling me up. Not that it helped as I wanted to lie down and close my eyes. Sam shrugged as Bucky got into the back seat and put his arm around my shoulders so that I leaned against him. He was so warm, and his arm felt so nice and comforting.

“You smell good,” I murmured. That was the last thing I remembered until we got to the tower.

When we got there, I know that he picked me up like I weighed nothing and held me in the elevator until we reached the residential section. He carried me to my room then I could hear Natasha’s voice. For some reason that made me cry again, but she was so nice, telling me to let it out. I ended up in a T-shirt and shorts, tucked into the bed.

“There’s a glass of water and some pain killers on the nightstand,” she said softly. “Next time you wake up, take them, okay?”

She left me there although I could hear her and Bucky talking in Russian, but not understanding it, I didn’t know what they were saying. I just wanted to sleep, and I did, like the proverbial dead. When I did finally open my eyes, the light hurt, even though the curtains were drawn. I took the painkillers and drank the glass of water, then promptly ran to the bathroom, and brought it all up. As I sat on the floor, holding my head in my hands while I leaned against the bathtub, I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Go away,” I muttered. “Let me die in peace.”

“Were you sick?” It was Bucky.

“No.”

“Sweetheart, I could hear you. Clint could hear you and he wears hearing aids.”

I closed my eyes, then fought the urge to cry. He must have heard that because he spoke again, in a softer tone.

“Please, let me come in.”

“Fine.”

The door opened and he stepped inside. He turned the cold water tap on then filled the glass with water. Lowering himself to the floor, he sat next to me, holding out two new painkillers.

“I’m guessing you didn’t keep the last ones down,” he said. “You really tied one on last night.”

“Yeah, well, I was trying to forget,” I answered, taking the pills and holding them in my hand.

I took the water in my other hand and sipped it. When my stomach felt better, I swallowed the pills and washed them down with more water. Without thinking, I sighed, and put the glass down on the floor, reaching for some toilet paper so I could blow my nose. Bucky said nothing.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I’m trying to forget?”

“I have a pretty good idea,” he answered, just a little too quickly. “I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk to you. I kind of got carried away.”

I huffed a little. “Why do you act like you do?”

“No excuse for that,” he answered. “None that are valid, other than making up for lost time. Even that is suspect.”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, then scratching his stubble with his fingers, he turned those blue eyes on me.

“I’ve been trying to make you jealous,” he said. “Juvenile I know. I can turn on the charm for most women, but for the one who I really want, I can’t seem to say the right thing. It makes you respond in kind and instead of us getting closer, it just pushes us further apart.”

“You want me? I find that hard to believe.”

“Why? You’re beautiful, smart, and you have a razor-sharp wit that I love. The worst of it is that other guys see it too, so I got a little prehistoric and bared my teeth at them, figuratively speaking. I’m sorry about that. You deserve better.”

“It hurt when you would bring all those women back here,” I said, frowning. “Then you pulled that double standard shit on me, by chasing away my dates.”

“I know. Guilty as charged. No excuses.” He breathed out. “You know how my senses are amplified?” I nodded. “None of them smelled as good as you. That probably sounds weird, but their scents were all chemical and fake compared to you.”

It was weird. “What did I smell like?”

“Home.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

Before I could say anything else, he kissed me, even though my mouth must have tasted of barf. He didn’t care, and it was the best kiss I ever had, making me feel weak and dizzy and aroused all at the same time. Then he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me some more, while putting one hand around to the nape of my neck while the other one wrapped around my body. Just as I was really getting into it, he stopped, then cupped my jaw in his one hand.

“You need to have a shower and brush your teeth.”

“You kissed me,” I countered. “I figured it didn’t matter.”

“It matters. I just wanted you to know as soon as possible.”

“Know what?”

“That you know you love me.” That smirk came out, along with the lens flare on those perfect teeth. Just as I was about to argue the point, he kissed me again. “I love you, too and I’ll tell you that in public and private as many times as I can until you believe it.”

He lifted me off of his lap and deposited me on the bathroom floor. Then he stood up and went to the door, looking back at me.

“You’re so cute when you don’t know what to say. I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

He thought I was cute. At my age I would take it. He was right about several things. I did know that I loved him. Now that I knew for sure that he loved me too, it was going to be interesting finding out where that love would take us.

One Shots Masterlist

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[julibf]

GEORGE IS REWRITING LYANNA’S STORY INTO SANSA STORYLINE. 

Rereading the books, I started noticing that not only Sansa and Lyanna Stark carry a lot of parallels in their storylines, but that also George is deconstructing Lyanna’s storyline using Sansa as a mirror. I think https://asoiafuniversity.tumblr.com/post/159345122025/sansa-and-lyanna-story-parallels best described the difference between Sansa and Arya parallels with Lyanna. Arya shares a lot of looks and personality parallels, while Sansa share STORY parallels to her aunt Lyanna.

Now, there is a lot of little parallels in the course of the books, like both Sansa and Lyanna defending people from bullies, or crying as they listening to a beautiful sad song, or how they both feel dead before their times or how they both are kept in towers during part of the story, but I am focusing on parallels in their love storyline.

Marriage Alliance with House Baratheon

First we start the story with an alliance between House Baratheon and House Stark, Sansa is betrothed to the heir of House Baratheon, just like her aunt Lyanna Stark was once betrothed to Robert Baratheon. In both cases the alliance will never be formed, and the betrothal will fail and just like Lyanna’s this union will bring tragedy for House Stark. 

"Come south with me, and I'll teach you how to laugh again," the king promised. "You helped me win this damnable throne, now help me hold it. We were meant to rule together. If Lyanna had lived, we should have been brothers, bound by blood as well as affection. Well, it is not too late. I have a son. You have a daughter. My Joff and your Sansa shall join our houses, as Lyanna and I might once have done." This offer did surprise him. "Sansa is only eleven." (A Game of Thrones - Eddard I)

"Sweet one," her father said gently, "listen to me. When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. This match with Joffrey was a terrible mistake. That boy is no Prince Aemon, you must believe me." (A Game of Thrones - Sansa III)

Northern Wolves dying in the South and returning North

(SANSA AND LADY BY ARANTZA SESTAYO)

I haven’t noticed this one, but once again (https://asoiafuniversity.tumblr.com) notices that Ned was the one who took Lyanna dead body back to Winterfell, to be buried at home and he made sure the same happened with Sansa’s wolf (which was a part of her) and ordered some of his men to carry the body of the dead wolf back to the North. 

Eddard: “The wolf is of the north. She deserves better than a butcher.“......“Choose four men and have them take the body North. Bury her in Winterfell.” (A GAME OF THRONES - EDDARD III)

And Lady’s death brings back memories of Lyanna....

When the order is given to kill Lady, Sansa pleads with Ned, which immediately brings him memories of Lyanna. 

He remembered Rhaegar's infant son, the red ruin of his skull, and the way the king had turned away, as he had turned away in Darry's audience hall not so long ago. He could still hear Sansa pleading, as Lyanna had pleaded once. (A Game of Thrones - Eddard IV)

Both Sansa and Lyanna receive flowers  in a Tourney….

(Behind the scenes GOT season 1)

Later, by the time our characters arrive in Kings Landing we have The Hand of the King’s  Tourney. If you read the books you know that no one was formally named The Queen of Love and Beauty, like Lyanna had been named during the Tourney of Harrenhall, yet the entire event is centered around Sansa. First, we have Ser Loras, the Knight of Flowers, who wears an armour covered in blue flowers, giving Sansa a rose and telling her she is beautiful. Later we have Lord Baelish telling Sansa that she has her mother ‘s look and tells her Catelyn was HIS queen of beauty. For last, we have Sandor Clegane the champion of the lists after protecting Loras from the Mountain, having been named champion by Loras, escorting Sansa home. Sansa was the Queen of Beauty and Love of the Tourney, only the author deconstructed the events in tiny little pieces. Again, George is literally giving us a puzzle with tiny small pieces that we must put together to get this story right.

There was an old thread on reddit/ASOIAF that pointed out how Sansa was the Queen of Love and beauty in the Hand’s Tourney

(https://www.reddit.com/r/asoiaf/comments/2ws1de/spoilers_all_why_was_there_no_queen_of_love_and/) Shame that the author deleted his name but we still some of his conclusions here.

Here is a very interesting little detail George left for us about Lyanna and Sansa receiving flowers during important tourneys. When Prince Rheagar gave Lyanna a crow of Blue Rose, he was wearing a black armor with red rubies. When Ser Loras gave Sansa a red rose he was wearing a silver armour with blue sapphires. So we had Rheagar using a red armour, giving Lyanna a blue rose and now we have Ser Loras, wearing a blue armour, giving Sansa a red rose. It was AEJON TARGARYEN who noticed such detail in the asoiaf.westeros.org forums. 

(Contributions (https://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?/topic/149028-sansaarya-and-lyanna-parallels/) member https://asoiaf.westeros.org/index.php?/profile/134833-aejon-targaryen/)

Rhaegar armour is Red and he gives Lyanna a blur rose...

(by Omar Castile)

The Targaryen prince armored all in black. On his breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight. (A Game Of Thrones, Eddard I) Yet, when the jousting began, the day belonged to Rhaegar Targaryen. The crow prince wore the armour he would die in:gleaming black plate with the three-headed dragon of his House wrought in rubies on the breast. (A Game Of Thrones, Eddard XV)

Ser Loras wears a blue armour and gives Sansa a Red Rose

Ser Loras wears a blue armour and gives Sansa a Red Rose

When the Knight of Flowers made his entrance, a murmur ran through the crowd, and he heard Sansa's fervent whisper, "Oh, he's so beautiful." Ser Loras Tyrell was slender as a reed, dressed in a suit of fabulous silver armor polished to a blinding sheen and filigreed with twining black vines and tiny blue forget-me-nots. The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires. (A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII)

Both Sansa and Lyanna choosing love instead of duty….

By the end of the book 1, we have Sansa running to Cersei Lannister to try to save her betrothal with Joffrey. Ned Stark sat down with Arya and had that important talk with her about wolf blood because he saw some shades of Lyanna in her and was afraid that this similarity could lead Arya to a path of tragedy, YET, he is completely blind by the fact that Sansa also has a lot of Lyanna in her. Lyanna did not revolt against her father because he didn’t let her have a sword, she did because of love, because she wanted to marry for love. That’s what Sansa was doing, she is madly in love with Joffrey and doesn’t want to lose him. Lyanna wanted to marry for love but was being forced to marry someone she didn’t like it; Sansa on the other hand is madly in love with Joffrey and doesn’t want to marry someone else that her father may find for her. Sansa is a very obedient girl and usually does what others expect of her, but love is the trigger of her wolf blood, she cannot give up on love, just like her aunt Lyanna Stark. 

"Who cares about your stupid dancing master?" Sansa flared. "Father, I only just now remembered, I can't go away, I'm to marry Prince Joffrey." She tried to smile bravely for him. "I love him, Father, I truly truly do, I love him as much as Queen Naerys loved Prince Aemon the Dragonknight, as much as Jonquil loved Ser Florian. I want to be his queen and have his babies.(A Game of Thrones - Sansa III)

"It was for love," Sansa said in a rush. "Father wouldn't even give me leave to say farewell." She was the good girl, the obedient girl, but she had felt as wicked as Arya that morning, sneaking away from Septa Mordane, defying her lord father. She had never done anything so willful before, and she would never have done it then if she hadn't loved Joffrey as much as she did. "(A Game of Thrones - Sansa IV)

I don't think people realize how important was this moment for Sansa, she has always tried to be an obedient high born Lady, yet, when it comes to love, she becomes a wolf girl.

Both become betrothed to men who fathers bastards….

After leaving King’s Landing and going to the Vale, Sansa now is betrothal to Harrold Hardyng, and I was actually surprised at how very few readers saw it the clear parallels between him and Robert Baratheon. A vulgar man, who like to sleep around and father several bastards wherever he goes….

"Robert will never keep to one bed," Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm's End. "I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale." Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. "Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature." (A Game of Thrones - Eddard IX)

"Harry the Heir?" Alayne tried to recall what Myranda had told her about him on the mountain. "He was just knighted. And he has a bastard daughter by some common girl."(A Feast for Crows - Alayne II)

Both Robert and Harry are heirs of their Houses and considered to be very handsome men, which would make both Lyanna and Sansa very envied maidens…..

I remember Robert as he was the day he took the throne, every inch a king," he said quietly. "A thousand other women might have loved him with all their hearts. What did he do to make you hate him so?" Her eyes burned, green fire in the dusk, like the lioness that was her sigil. "The night of our wedding feast, the first time we shared a bed, he called me by your sister's name. He was on top of me, in me, stinking of wine, and he whispered Lyanna." – ( A Game of Thrones,  Eddard IX)

"And another on the way by a different wench. Harry can be a beguiling one, no doubt. Soft sandy hair, deep blue eyes, and dimples when he smiles. And very gallant, I am told." He teased her with a smile. "Bastard-born or no, sweetling, when this match is announced you will be the envy of every highborn maiden in the Vale, and a few from the riverlands and the Reach as well." – ( A Feast For Crows, Alayne II)

There is actually way more parallels between Robert Baratheon and Harry, which is why I have no doubt that Sansa betrothal with Harry the Heir will fail, and she will run away to the North, looking for Jon Snow at the Wall, pretty much as it happened in the season 6 of GOT. And just like her aunt Lyanna, Sansa will fall in love with a Targaryen Prince but we also have to remember that Lyanna and Rhaegar had a secret marriage and hardly no one in Westeros knew about this marriage. Which means………

If Sansa is re living Lyanna’s love story she also will have a secret marriage with Jon Snow…. As we saw it by the end of Game of Thrones, hardly anyone in Westeros will find out about Jon secret identity, so he will probably still finish the story as Jon Snow, the bastard son of Ned Stark, what would explain why Sansa and Jon would have to have a secret marriage. Sansa now as QITN has the power to annul her marriage to Tyrion Lannister and marry Jon in secret. If you notice, Jon and Sansa are repeating Lyanna and Rhaegar story, Ned and Catelyn story AND Jaime and Cersei story but with a twist, its Sansa who is the Lady of Winterfell and can make Jon the Lord of Winterfell by marriage, its Sansa who is the QITN by the end of the story and has the power to annul her marriage to Tyrion and be free to marry the man she loves.

BUT if Sansa marries Jon is secret how can she explain her future children? And there are MANY children in Sansa’s future according to the books? Remember that I told you that Sansa and Jon also have a lot of Jaime and Cersei on them? How did Cersei was able to hide away her children with Jaime? Well, she married another man and hided her children behind this marriage. 

"Sansa might someday be queen. Her sons could rule from the Wall to the mountains of Dorne. (A Game of Thrones - Catelyn II)

I will stop here, but I am now convinced that Sansa will marry both Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. Her children by Jon will be trueborns, but seeing by all Westeros as bastards, while her children with Tyrion will be bastards but seeing by Westeros as the trueborns. Her children by Jon will have the Stark look, yet her children with Tyrion will have the Tullys looks. 

In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya. (A Storm of Swords - Sansa II)

I know that many dislike the idea of Sansa and Tyrion consummating their relationship, but I do think George left a lot of hints about this ending in the books and that may explain why the tv show softened Tyrion behaviour during their Wedding Night (I really wish TV Tyrion had happened in the books too), in the tv show Tyrion doesn’t force Sansa to strip naked, doesn’t touch her boobs and gropes her or makes her cry, he stop her when she starts to take her clothes and its pretty decent to her; I also love the scene after the Red Wedding when he tells her how much he admired her mother and tells Sansa that her mother would like to see Sansa carry on bravely with her life. Again, in the books, Tyrion is a loser that only laments that Sansa is not opening herself up to him. 

Its also important to point out that its Tyrion who convinces Jon Snow to Kill Daenerys in the end to save Sansa, at that point Jon is determinate to keep on following Dany and its Tyrion who makes clear that Sansa life is in danger and that she will never bend the knee to the Queen of Ashes. In the end both Tyrion and Jon are the heroes in Sansa’s song. And again, I believe every little scene and dialogue from the final seasons, are hints about the end of the story.

Anyway, I will write more later, but Sansa’s fans should be excited by the next book, if we ever get to read it……

[umseb]

sebastian vettel, p1, is interviewed during the post-race press conference, brazil - november 7, 2010 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "So here we have the top three finishers in the Petrobras Brazilian Grand Prix: the winner, Sebastian Vettel, Red Bull Racing, ninth career victory and the fourth this season; second, Mark Webber, Red Bull Racing, giving them the constructor's championship for the first time; and third, Fernando Alonso, Scuderia Ferrari-Marlboro. Sebastian, congratulations. You've won the constructor's championship and now you have a chance in the driver's in Abu Dhabi, as well." Seb: "Yeah, I think incredible day. Obviously not an easy race to start with. We knew we were on the dirty side, but I think we had a good start. And I saw that Nico had a bit too much wheelspin and then I just used my momentum to just squeeze down the inside. He didn't give a lot of room, but just enough, and that obviously was key for me. And then to disappear in the distance, controlling the gap. The car felt fantastic all throughout the race. I was able to hold the gaps as I planned, so could control the race from there. And yeah, obviously with the safety car in the end it was the right choice not to try to pull away too much, to have some tires left. And then I focused on the first couple of laps, built a gap, and then just brought the car home. As you said, it's pretty incredible. I don't know yeah what, really, to say. Incredible effort from the team. Not an easy season, especially I think races like we just had in Korea. I think it was the right answer for all the people to come back here, never mind what happened in Korea, just stay focused. And the whole team pulling on one string and getting us both up here, 1-2. And getting this constructor's championship one race before the end I think is fantastic, and obviously we are still fighting for the driver's. I want to get rid of this guy. [laughs] Aut yeah, it's unbelievable achivement. I'm very proud. Regards to all the people in the team, in the factory in Milton Keynes, but also in Austria. They have been obviously starting this program, this target, before I [laughs] entered Formula 1, but it's nice now to be part of that and I'm very proud. Proud of my team, of myself, so I would say it's a fantastic day." Interviewer: "Well done."

[goldenempyrean]

Bedside Manner

〚 Notes - I was in the mood for these two so here we are, this'll likely be multiple parts :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca 〛

〚 Summary - Maya and Carina get ready for a cosy night in, only the latter doesn't seem to be quite herself. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1900 〛

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“I’m home.” Maya called out cheerily as she closed the down behind her. She took off her coat and kicked off her boots before padding into the kitchen. 

Instantly she could smell Carina’s cooking. The scent of gentle spices and fresh vegetables was delightful and she stopped in the doorframe to watch as she wife swayed her hips in place as she cut up a tomato. 

Maya couldn’t help but come up behind her wife, her arms wrapping around her core, “Something smells amazing.” 

“Thanks bambina.” Carina smiled back, her head leaning back so she could kiss Maya’s cheek, “I got home a little early so I thought I’d cook for us.” 

Maya nuzzled into Carina's neck, enjoying the warmth of her wife's skin and the comforting rhythm of her breath. "You spoil me," She murmured, kissing Carina's cheek before letting her go. "What are we having?" 

"Just something simple," Carina replied with a soft smile, her accent thickening just slightly as she spoke, a sign that Maya had learned to associate with her being tired or particularly relaxed. "Pasta with a light tomato and basil sauce, and some fresh bread." 

The blonde couldn’t help but smile. There was nothing more she loved than coming home from a long day at work to her wife’s amazing cooking. Any troubles from the day seemed to wash anyway when the whole shared a way, a way to forget about the day’s events and just relax knowing she was safe. 

“Thats sounds delicious, I’ll get the table set for us.” Maya offered sweetly, kissing Carina’s cheek one last time before she went about grabbing plates and silverware to make up the table. 

As they sat down for dinner, Carina flashed Maya a warm smile, but there was a slight twinge of something in her expression that Maya couldn’t quite place. The food was perfect, as always—the pasta cooked just right, the sauce bursting with flavour. 

Maya chatted about her day, making sure to fill her wife in on every detail of how her team were dealing with the several newbies that had just joined 19. Carina nodded along throughout, laughing softly at the right moments. But the firefighter couldn’t help but notice how Carina's laughter sounded just a bit more subdued than usual, and how her responses seemed a little short, as if she was distracted. But Carina didn’t seem to be acting any different otherwise so she simply put it down to being tired. 

After they’d finished dinner, Maya insisted on doing the dishes. "You cooked, so it's only fair," She said, trying to shoo Carina away from the sink by flapping a tea towel in her general direction. 

Carina laughed as she wiped her hands on a towel, a small smile tugging at her lips as she relented, "Alright, bambina, you win." She walked over to the living room, glancing back once at Maya, who was humming softly to herself as she scrubbed the dishes. 

Settling down in the living room, Carina switched on the TV and began surfing through the movie channels. She wasn’t really in mood for anything heavy and she knew Maya was probably too tired from her day to focus on much so she settled on an animation, something light to fill the silence. 

With the movie read to go, she set the remote on the coffee table and lit the candle beside it. Next she took a few steps away and scanned over the wooden shelves as she looked for a book to entertain herself with. There was so many that she hadn’t read yet. When she’d moved back in, Maya had insisted on buying an unhealthy amount of new ones for her, just so she’d have a form of escape if she ever desired it. And well, Carina was a bookworm at heart so she didn’t complain, in the end she picked out something by one of her favourite authors, tucked it under her arm and nestled into the corner of the sofa. 

Before she began, she made sure to slip on the pair of reading glasses she kept in the drawer of the coffee table - reading in the dim light tended to strain her eyes. Before she knew it, Maya had finished up in the kitchen, sitting down at the other end of the sofa, tucking her feet up to her knees. 

“You picked something for us?” She bit back a giddy smile at seeing Carina in her glasses, “You really do suit those y’know. We should get a pair for-“ 

“Maya Bishop!” Carina laughed, interrupting her as slapped her playfully with the side of her book, she then lowered them down at an angle and smirked, “Only if you’re good.” 

The movie on the TV began playing and the intro music to Happy Feet began playing. Maya loved this movie and had watched it more times than she’d care to admit so she easily settled down and began fixated on the screen. 

Everything was quiet for about half an hour. That was until the brunette at the other side of the sofa sniffled quietly. 

Maya thought nothing of it, her eyes still attached to the ongoing movie. It was only when she heard the same sound again, a little deeper this time that she curiously looked over just in time to see Carina’s grip on her book loosen as she fans her sweater-covered hand in front of her face in an attempt to stave off the itch.  

It didn’t seem to work however as moments later she quickly pressed it to her face as she muffled a damp sneeze into it, the action making her reading glasses slip down the bridge of her nose a little. 

Maya chuckled, “Bless you.” 

Carina looked up and blushed at the realisation she’d been witnessed, “Grazie bambina.” 

Maya grinned at Carina's soft blush. There was something endearing about seeing her like this, a little vulnerable and caught off guard. She shifted slightly on the couch, turning her body towards Carina, who was already reaching up to push her glasses back into place. 

“Feeling okay? You seemed a little quiet at dinner.” Maya asked, a hint of concern threading through her voice. She kept her tone light, not wanting to overstep, but the softness in Carina’s sniffles tugged at her heart. 

Carina nodded, though her expression seemed more sheepish than convincing. “I’m fine, really. Just a little tickle.” She waved her hand dismissively, but the pink hue on the tip of her nose suggested otherwise. 

Maya hummed, debating whether to push her hunch a little. Ultimately she decided to let it be, not wanting to overstep. They’d finally been getting back to normal with the events of last year’s separation behind them.  

Still, she didn’t miss the opportunity to scoot across the sofa and let her head fall onto the shoulder of her wife as she leaned against her. Carina shifted slightly to accommodate Maya’s weight against her, a small smile playing on her lips as she settled back into the cushions. Her fingers traced the edge of the book absentmindedly as her eyes returned to the words on the page. 

At some point or another, Maya had managed to fall asleep, small little mumbles rose from her as she curled herself up to Carina. The brunette had noticed of course, and she let out a quiet, amused chuckle before planting a soft kiss to the top of her head. 

The movie played in quietly and before long, the closing credits were scrolling down the screen before ultimately fading to black. Without the jolly backing music, the living room was almost silent. A peaceful silence, broken up by Maya’s sleepy murmurings. It was in this quiet that Carina finally registered the dull throbbing forming at the front of her temples. It was subtle, but it was there. 

Carina sighed softly, her hand instinctively rising to rub at her temples. The headache was faint but insistent, still she put it down to dehydration and made a note to finish a bottle of water before she headed to bed. She did usually try to drink numerous throughout the day but she’d been on her feet all day. 

Not only did she have 2 births but several of the mothers coming for scans ended up presenting with flu symptoms and one had to be admitted for fluids. It was the time of year for this thing though and while it was uncommon to start this early into the autumn, Carina new the hospital would soon be brimming with germs and bugs that would make her job just that little bit harder. 

Of course she didn’t mind, not that much anyway. She did sign up for this after-all, but it did make her appreciate the quieter moments more. These moments where she got to sit at home with her wife by her side and just relax. How she longed to savour this silent moment,  Maya sleeping peacefully, nothing could possibly ruin this mo-“ 

Before Carina could finish her thought, something else grabbed her attention. She pressed her hand to her nose as a sudden itch crept down the bridge of her nose, trying somehow to stave it off. But it was no use. 

“Hh’ngxt!” She couldn’t fight it, muffling the sound into the sleeve of her sweater. The sudden movement caused her book to slip from her lap and land on the floor with a soft thud. Maya stirred slightly, her brow furrowing as she shifted closer to Carina. 

“Bless you.” Maya mumbled groggily, blinking awake slowly as she sat up a little. She rubbed her eyes for a second before looking up at Carina with a hint of worry behind her gaze, “You okay?” She asked though her voice was thick with sleep. 

“Perfectly fine bambina, just the candle is a bit strong that’s all.” Carina answered innocently, offering a reassuring kiss to her cheek once she’d sat up properly, “You have a nice nap?” 

Maya tried to stretch but gave up halfway through when yawned widely instead, “I don’t even remember being sleepy. It just happened.” She smiled softly when she felt a hand begin to run through her hair, gently massaging her scalp in just the right ways. 

“You’ve had a busy day, how about we get some sleep?” It didn’t take a lot of encouragement to get her to agree. It didn’t even take 5 minutes for the two to blow out the candle, switch off the TV and make their way to the bedroom. 

After quickly changing into some pyjamas Maya flopped onto the bed first, her body sinking into the mattress with a satisfied groan. Carina followed shortly after, crawling into the soft sheets and she felt Maya cuddle up to her in an instant, “I think you needed that nap more than you realised.” She whispered, her hand sneaking beneath the blonde’s shirt to trace down her back. 

Maya shrugged as she yawned once more, “Maybe, but you need to rest too, you’re not gonna do anyone any good if you overwork yourself.” She mumbled sleepily, no longer fighting off the urge to doze off. 

She was out like a light. And before long Carina found herself being also pulled at by the lure of sleep, coaxing her into its grasp and her breathing evened out into a peaceful sleep, one which she shared with her wife as they held each other close… just hopefully that headache would be gone by the time she woke up. 

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[august-anon]

ayup!! came over from ao3 cause i loved a fic of yours i came across so much and was gonna just tell you i love your writing but then you mentioned you had prompts open and now im staring up at you with the most autistic eyes ever. i have perhaps too many ideas.

obviously these are just ideas and i know i have like a billion so please don’t feel obligated to do all of them tbh im literally just going omg batfam author to yap about tickles and sillies to

- jason and tim - the two have been through a lot. i personally really like the headcannon that jason hated tim at first and thought he was his replacement and the begrudgingly became attached to him and secretly loves him dearly and tries to take care of him and be a good brother. there’s a few things you could do. tim can overhear him being like ‘no he’s my replacement i don’t care about him’ or jason can say something that sounded a little too genuine when he was pissed and tim was having a bad day. no matter how they end up there it’s basically a ‘tim is upset and hurt by jason and jason is like oh shit i have to actually let this kid know i care about him’. one thing leads to another and jason decides he needs his timmy smiles fix for the day

- damian doesn’t like his laugh. or his smile. he was taught that it was pure weakness and was ugly and childish. his brother (any of them tbh) thinks this is an outrage and wants to show him that it’s not. and also that they love his laugh and he deserves to be able to smile more. not that he will. he’s a grumpy little shit. but that doesn’t matter

- jason and dick are having a playful argument over who’s the better big brother. tim gets caught in the middle. throw damian in there too if you’d like. he’s so silly and god knows his brothers have too much fun tickling him to death

- jason and tim aren’t quite.. close yet. they’re on fine enough terms but they’re not reallllyyyy friendly. they’re getting there but they have a long way to go. tim says goodbye to any peace he has left the day jason finds out he’s ticklish. and jason is in denial about being soft for his little brother who he’s vehemently denying is his brother but lets face it he can’t escape it for long.

- soft christmas fluff with the four of them. that’s it that’s the post just brotherly holiday snuggles and playfulness and tickles and family shenanigans

- dick decides jason needs a reminder that HE is HIS older brother and thus absolutely deserves big brother rights. those rights involve tickling jay to pieces by the way

- damian and jason trauma bond over damian’s mother and the pit and all the shit they were put through. jason decides to remind damian that they won’t let him go back there and they’re both in such a better place with better people and in the wayne manor, being an edgy little brat gets you punished with tickles.

- tim being hit with fear toxin and being convinced that jason hates him and the whole family hates him and basically spills all of his worst fears and abandonment issues to jason. jason comforts him and cuddles him and swears he’ll kill him if he tells anyone he’s being soft. the next day, tim is really anxious that he made jason upset and jason tells him to stop being stubborn and accept his brotherly love. with tickles of course. i love these two can you tell?

- grayson is being a little shit. jason and damian are sick of his shit. sick is being a gremlin and on jason’s watch, gremlins get tickled. and it certainly helps to help damian understand that even though dick torments him with tickles constantly, the only punishment dami will receive for fighting back… is more tickles

ANYWAYS IM DONE YAPPING FOR NOW

hope you’re having a great day!!!! drink some water and take care of yourself!! hope you enjoyed the rant <33

-Frosty anon

(signing as anon cause i don’t want other people tracing this ask back to me cause im ✨anxious✨)

Frosty!!! Welcome!!!!! I am staring RIGHT BACK at you with ALSO the most autistic eyes ever omg!!!! autism to autism communication happening in this chili's tonight

prompts are indeed open yes, and omg so many thank you so much for the ideas!!!!! i am so excited about these!!!!

BUT: i am gonna ask you to do smth for me here lol

for my prompts, i tend to hoard the asks in my inbox until i write them/as i write them so i dont lose them/forget about them entirely (got that adhd object permanence unfortunately lol, if i post them and be like "prompt accepted i'll be working on it!!" i Will Not Remember and it will never get written/finished lol) SO -- i am gonna ask you, if you could, to resend (at least some of) these in their own asks so i dont lose them all lol

i've had people send in two prompts in an ask at a time before and that i can manage, i just have to make sure to be writing them at the same time/making sure theyre done right after each other so i dont forget lol, but with this many prompts in one ask i think i Will need them separated because otherwise my adhd will just go "whoop" and delete the memories from my brain 😭

idk if tumblr has a limit on how many asks you can send? i think they used to have a daily limit, so as to prevent spamming and such, but would it be too much to ask you to resend some of these individually? i just dont wanna forget about them!!!

the only ones i was considering possibly turning away are:

4th prompt (Jason and Tim relationship exploration/development, Jason in denial about Tim being his brother/being soft for him) because it sounds very similar to Brother's Forged in Laughter -- BUT if you really really wanted that one done, I'd be down to try and write something fresh for the idea!

5th prompt (Christmas fluff one) because i love the idea/thought of it and i adore the concept but also, i'm not quite sure what i would do with it/how at this point in time? it feels very open ended lol, and so the autism is like "i dont know where to go with it 😭" sdjfhjsdfh -- BUT, again, if you really wanted something done I could give it a whirl!! (and if you had any ideas about more specifics, either plot or smth else idk, that may also help sdkjfdhf)

So yeah, those were the only ones I was considering turning down, and the reasoning for why, BUT like i said, I'd still be happy to give them a try if you would like them written!! I hate to turn down prompts!!!

and also -- i ask that you are patient with me in how long it could take me to get to these prompts lol. I currently have like.... 20 or so? prompts in my inbox waiting for me to finish them sdkjfdh and some from as far back as January because i am a Slowwww creature of the creative arts. So -- as long as you're cool with being patient/possibly having to wait a little while before i get to these, i would be MORE than happy to take these prompts from you, Frosty!!!!! I just would ask for them individually so that my adhd cannot forget about them and disappoint you sdkjfhdf if its not too much trouble to ask that of you!

ALWAYS feel free to come yap and rant in my inbox though, prompts or not!! it makes me so happy to hear from everyone, and my autistic little heart jumps for joy every time someone wants to talk batfam with me dskfhdsfh and make it even cuter by adding tickles and sillies into the mix

(also -- no shame or harm in signing off as an anon!! I welcome it!! you are far from the only one, plenty of folks dont want the tickle stuff traced back to their blogs and keep anonymous. you are welcome here in whatever capacity you choose to be!! thank you for joining us and for all the wonderful ideas!!!)

[koushirouizumi]

Meanwhile with Daisuke&Shane {&Ken}

International Chosen O.C. Shane: ... I mean. (Long Pauuse) It's not like I didn't see you. Ever ..... Uh. Shirtless?? ? ? *Before* when- dAISUKE: DAISUKE: S t o p SHANE: Ken: (smile tugging at lips) Shane: I mean. Daisuke would just casually "forget" I was "bugging" Daisuke, change out of whatever Daisuke was wearing at the time, (in full-on view) and then casually "remember" again- D A I S U K E, Indignant: I always remembered!!! Ken: (*trying to not laugh*) Shane, Blinking a Little: .. Oh, you did? Huh. Daisuke: Shane: Daisuke: Shane: ... So, how are we... going to "Do this"- Daisuke, Low Yelling in mind: (kENNNNNNN!!!!) Ken: (You kind of Do It to Yourself....)

[aph-japan]

{In which I absolutely did not predict part of H.W.S 485, Or Something}

(No rbs post because Old but for archivals sake, Or Something)

"I was just thinking maybe I worry a little too much about what others think of me..." - "Canon"!Kiku

[asficdiary]

AutumnDR3 || Daniel Riccardo || Chapter One

DannysHoe is now following you DannysHoe added My Sunshine || Daniel Riccardo to Library DannysHoe added Sunny Smiles || Daniel Riccardo to Library DannysHoe added Light In The Darkest Hour || Daniel Riccardo  to Library  DannysHoe added Only Human || Daniel Riccardo to Library DannysHoe added Butterflies || Daniel Riccardo to Library DannysHoe added Fuck Em All || Daniel Riccardo to Library DannysHoe voted on prologue  (Butterflies || Daniel Riccardo) DannysHoe Commented on Prologue (Butterflies || Daniel Riccardo)

I smile at the old lady as she walks out the door. I pull my phone out my back pocket and look at my notifications. Other than a message from My mom It's Wattpad.  "DannysHoe" I laugh. Slipping my phone back into my pocket. Another customer walking to the counter. 

**************

"Ay Sexy! wanna jump in?" My best friend shouts at me as I turn around after locking up the store.

"My mom always told me never to get in cars with strangers but your hot" I say jumping in her beat up Ford Fiesta. 

"How was work?"

"Shitty I just want to get home and watch F1."

"And see Danny?"

"And See Danny"

"Speaking of I got you something. But I'll give you it when we get to your house" She say's.

"Okay can I connect to the Bluetooth?"

"Yessss mam! Just don't play weird music?" 

"How's about Country?"

"Bitch your mother's not here"

"Fine, One Direction?"

"Okay I'm happy with that"

I quickly connect to the Bluetooth and look at the notification I got from my mom earlier. 

MOM: Thanks for watching the store for me. I'm cancelling dinner. Your dad's being dad again

"Do you want to sleep over tonight? My parents just cancelled dinner" I ask D

"Only If there's Alcohol. I officially don't have a job anymore and I'm ready to get drunk" 

"Yes! We must just stop at the shops and your place before  we go watch the race"

"Okay we gotta be quick" 

"Well drive faster then" I joke. 

***********

"Hurry up we're gonna miss lights out" I shout at D running into the lounge and turning on the tv. I quickly go into the F1 TV app and put on the race. 

"It's only formation lap we're fine" D says.

"I see that but I was worried okay"

"I can see" I walk over to the kitchen and Start making us Mojitos. D grab's the bowl of cut up fruit we brought and put them on the coffee table with two plates and a dishing up spoon. Today was hot for a change. I liked it though. 

"Okay Aut It's about to start" D says and I walk over to the lounge. I pull out my phone and Take a video for Instagram with the Mojitos and The lights going out. I post it on my story.

Carlos Sainz goes into the run off area in sector 1 causing a yellow flag. They replay what happened and it sounded like something broke, either his gearbox or something electric. 

"Only at Ferrari" I joke.

"Only at Ferrari" She laughs shaking her head.

The race ends and it went as one would expect.  Max and Checo up front, Ferrari Retiring, Mclaren gaining places and then losing them, George beating Hamilton in equal machinery, Another three DNFs, Latifi and Alex in the back with Mick and Yuki. Daniel and Lando came P8 and P9 scoring them points.

"Our boys did good today"

"Lando had me questioning my life when he was at the back of the pack, but he's in points today at least"

"Exactly look at the bright side" I smile.

"Speaking about the bright side...Do you want your gift?"

"Oo yes!" She sands up and walks towards the counter where a bunch of out stuff is chilling.

"Quick question why'd you get me stuff"

"I saw it, Saw it was on special and decided to get it for you. And I'm gonna miss you when I'm back in Texas. Momento's"

I tear it open to see it's a DR3 Enchante hoodie, A Daniel Riccardo t-shirt, and a fan made "enjoy the butterflies" beanie.

"Oh my god you did not!?"

"I did"

"Thank you!" I say looking up realizing she's recording me. 

"I mean it was either that or Paddock passes to the Grand Prix in two weeks but this was cheaper" D say's sarcastically behind the camera. 

"You bitch" I laugh.

"Love you too" She smiles. Putting the camera away. 

"You wanna start making dinner?"

"Yes please, Alcohol on a empty stomach isn't a good idea"

"And I have a box of deserts from the shop for desert"

"Oooo Yesss" She says as we walk to the kitchen. 

We put on a random playlist consisting of 1D, Taylor Swift, and Harry styles. I wasn't really a fan of Taylor Swift or Harry but one of their songs from time to time was good. But D was Harry's biggest fan so we often made compromise with One Direction.

I put on pasta to boil and started making the sauce. Me and D started talking about her going back to Texas. Her dad was from Texas and moved to Britain when he met her mom. But when they got divorced when D was sixteen he moved back. She stayed with her mom and would see her dad during holidays. But she was in her final year of University studying Architecture at North Texas University, and would come spend holidays on this side of life. When she got home she is gonna be thrown into Exams but she said it's worth it to see me. I drained the pasta and put it in the sauce.

I put the food in the bowls and we each grabbed one walking to the lounge. I had wine in my hands and Deb had glasses in hers. We sat down and posted a pic of the food and our wine glasses on Debs Instagram. 

We dug into the food continuing our conversation about D's move to America until  my phone started going mad. Vibrating every sixty seconds.

"Who loves you?" D asks.

"I don't know let's check"

I turn on my phone notifications coming through one name sticking out.

"DannysHoe" 

"Wait the person I joked was Daniel?"

"Yep"

"What just votes or?"

"Votes and comments"

"Ooh connect to the TV Lets read them together"

"Yess!"

I mirror cast my phone screen and we start going through the comments.

DannysHoe: How do you start a story like that? I choked on my water! DannysHoe: No way she's a rookie's sister!? DannysHoe: Talk about an Amazing Personality! DannysHoe: We're not even in the second Chapter and the SASS!! DannysHoe: God I already love her DannysHoe: Chapter two lets go!! DannysHoe: DAAAAAAANNNNIEEEEELLLL RIIIIIICCCCAAAAARRRRRDDOOOOOOOOO DannysHoe: OMG HE'S SO CUTE DannysHoe: MAX MAX MAX SUPER MAX MAX SUPER SUPER MAX DannysHoe: Oooh he's blushing!!! DannysHoe: I can hear Daniel saying this DannysHoe: Now I'm blushing . Stop!

"I love this reader"

" I can't wait for the rest of their comments"

"I mean when I wrote that Line even I could here him saying it so"

"The reader can hear it because it is Daniel!"

"Your still sticking to your joke?"

"Yes Mam"

"Okay shall we continue?"

"Yes please!" D beamed.

****************

"I fucken hate Peter" D screamed.

"Fucken prick" I added.

"Like what the fuck? Your girlfriend goes home to see her best friend and you think it gives you the right to cheat" D said her words slurring. She was drunk

"I knew he was a snake"

"Why didn't you warn me?" 

"I did! You just didn't listen"

"Mhm. Ooo let's go out"

"Why do you want to go out?"

"I'm single and want to get under another man so I can get over that dick"

"How's about we go chose a dress for you in the bedroom" I say. She stands up and I have to guide her to the bedroom. 

"Why we in the bedroom?" She asks as we walk in.

"You wanted to go sleep" I lie

"No I don't need sleep" She walks away  from me almost tripping. She looks down at the bed beside of her. "Although maybe a short nap would be good" She says sitting down. 

"Yes have a nap" I say

She falls onto the bed and immediately is out. I take a sigh out. I pull the blanket over her. 

I walk back into the living area and go lock the doors and windows. I'm drunk so it's a bit harder than it should be, but it got done. I walk back to the bedroom switching off lights as I go. I put mine and D's phones on charge before changing into PJ's and climbing into bed. I'll clean the place tomorrow morning.

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[souliescorner]

Time Blindness - CHAPTER ONE

In this world there are always some truisms which don’t even need to be spoken aloud, because doing so  would be a clear waste of air. Such truism, for instance, is that no matter how much you like horror movies, or the Hunger Games universe, you don’t wish to live in either of them. Ever.

Except in Ophelia’s case, that wasn’t much of a choice—certainly not hers, if we are being honest here. She was quite frankly deceived, and on top of that deceived rather well by a walking cringefest, a blondie TikTok star with mommy issues and a stolen spellbook—or as the others called her - Riley Monroe. Shame, ‘cause the girl apparently had no idea what she was doing anymore.

“I’m telling you, it will work this time!”

That’s what he said. Ophelia thought. Evidently, the Office references were powerful enough to be genderswapped in 2024.

She shook her head, trying to come back to reality for the 1000th time this week and exchanged quick glances with Ghost - a tall young man wearing a black hoodie and a fox mask, grinning at the sight. 

One more look of disapproval at the witch wannabe currently frantically going through the old book’s pages would do the trick.

“You know what, Riley? Forget it. You clearly don’t know how to handle this bullshit..”

“Shut up, you walking goth girl stereotype!” The blonde woman raised her glare from the book’s page  and stared at the raven- black- haired one, her pale visage struck by a furious grimace.  “Get off me and go somewhere else to listen to some Depeche Mode or  some other shit!”

Truth to be told, Ophelia loved Depeche Mode very much—who doesn’t, right?—but the group was placed on her long list of favorites, among many different bands and vocalists - to be reduced as such was almost an unforgivable act. Lately however, being the slashers’ plushie took the cake of both annoyance and unforgiving, and shoved it to the goth's face. 

To even think becoming a counselor at the Nevermoor Camp, after all the tragedies she had suffered before -   like the burning of her family home years ago and the death of her parents, her older brother, Aaron and Anastacia,  and one of the worsts break ups ever, would be a child’s play…It was a grave mistake. A scenario worth either a horror movie or a dark comedy—the woman wasn’t so sure anymore which one exactly.

The air grew heavier with each passing second. Finally, Riley managed to break it.

“I got it! This should work for the both of you!” The blondie glanced at Ophelia and Ghost, biting her bottom lip.

“Will you…?”

“No.” Riley interrupted,  slightly raising her voice annoyed. “No, Ophelia. It won’t send you to the Middle Ages. Just Ghostie’s past.”

“For your generation it’s pretty much the same, right?” The masked man laughed at his own lame joke and winked at the woman standing next to him.

“Shut your goddamn mouth, Ghost! I need to focus!” Monroe took the yellow page between her slim fingers. “ Reversae possibilitates, elige unum aut alterum, et praeteritum cum praesenti adversus se faciant."

And suddenly the world around the two of them spinned as if at the speed of light.

***

When it stopped, the pair found themselves in what seemed like  typical American suburbs, late at night. Only the houses glared at them with eerie calmness as they were the only ones basking in the moon’s light, leaving the rest of the area almost completely in darkness.

Except they weren’t alone.

“What the actual hell?! Why am I here with you two?!” Riley screamed in anger, as she fell on the ground behind them.

“Quiet!” Ophelia whispered to her. “Somebody could have hea—”

The last syllable disappeared, as the trio watched lights turning on in the house before them.

Something told them to freeze in place, hoping not to get noticed.  That however, proved to be a rather foolish idea because not even ten minutes later, the house’s front doors opened, revealing a couple - a tall adult man and a woman covered in black - dressed casually,  staring  straight at them.

“Wait, love, lock the door, I’ll go check.” the man said.

“Joey, wait! Maybe we should call the police. Two of them are masked… Actually that fox mask brings back memories.”

“They are teenagers, I think we will be fine.”

“They could have guns, Jo.”

“My love, I’m sure they wouldn’t be able to handle a little devil — a witch— like you anyway.”

Hang on, isn’t that voice kinda familiar? Ophelia glimpsed at Ghost and Riley - both holding their breaths in evident surprise.

Counting in her mind, she watched the couple approaching. 

She couldn't believe what she was seeing,  while observing their steps carefully. That walk, which resembled almost floating on the ground — she had seen that style before— it kinda reminded her of…

“Mommy!” Ghost blurted out.

The goth’s jaw dropped on the floor. As the couple got closer, she realised she was staring into her own greyish blue eyes. An exact copy of her, only about two decades older, without a signature make up and the raven- black hair touched by a one dyed  ivory white strand.

“I would have preferred if only my children called me that, to be honest.” The older Ophelia laughed with amusement.

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(Yes, I stumbled upon a post discussing the "what if" scenarios for the slashers and got inspired. No, I'm still not sure about whether I should publish it on ao3.

All credits are due, there's more to come, I guess ;))

[gamblersdoll]

ITS THE MATTER OF IT … chapter 4

tw: mentions of busts, nasty things.

for a better reading experience, please listen to the following songs “i will possess your heart” by chained to the bottom of the ocean and “kaizoku” by ibaraki on spotify, apple music, or youtube. enjoy!

your heart was racing, but not out of fear.

not by anxiety, but by defense.

“its been a while, y/n.” sukuna said, how could he say that when you havent even met him before? “its been a while since ive seen that face.”

so this is what he kind of looked like. tattoos on his face made yuuji look rugged. but if you had to ruin it, then oh well be it. you should arm yourself, you had thought to yourself. it seemed like sukuna already understood it.

“theres no need to defend yourself, i already said you wouldnt be harmed unless you provoke me.” he chuckled, getting closer and examining you. his eyes felt like he would’ve devoured you, like a damn maniac. he more than likely would have if it was his thing or not.

“the only thing thats changed is your tits.” he said amused. he eyed them, licking his teeth as if wanted to bite them. you wouldve felt your face get hot from the king of curses talking about it….

but you didnt.

“what is it.” you meant to sound like a question was being asked, but because of your tone and demeanor it sounded like you were talking at sukuna, not to. luckily for you, he didnt catch onto that, instead he looked happy that you were at least speaking.

“you know what,” sukuna paused, lowering his gaze. “you surely dont think that i was just making an appearance to say hi, do you? or do you not believe you are the reinca-“

“–i am not some reincarnation!” you growled out, cutting him off. that shouldve been a mistake on your end, but for some reason he didnt care. “im just … me.” you trailed off.

“you look the same way you did a thousand years ago, little one.” he chuckled, practically in your face. you bet he only smelled decent since yuuji was decent with hygiene. “whether you like it or not, you are. eventually, youll grow happy that you are— or maybe just comfortable with the fact that you and i…” he took his finger and pointed back and forth between himself and you.

“we have history. whether the memories or knowledge comes to you, we do. and there isnt anything you can do.” he laughed, his pearly whites on display and he put his hands on your shoulders. “now that you are here though…”

“why didnt you say anything back then.” he asked, when the fuck did he have you cornered? this was bad, real bad.

“yes, because i completely remember what exactly happened during a thousand years ago.” you sarcastically said, rolling your eyes. “remind me of what happened with–“ you made air quotation marks with your fingers, “me and you?”

“we were close, you had feelings i guess yaddy yadda yadda.. you developed hanahaki disease, you died.” sukuna recalled, growing sarcastic as well. “why didnt you say anything to me?” he asked, growing serious again.

“realistically speaking, if i were to admit my feelings to you, you either wouldnt care, youd laugh in my face while laying down with another woman, or would just kill me and move on with your life.” you said in a matter of factly tone, he was a cursed spirit after all.

could he even experience love like emotions at all?

“you could be wrong, considering how strong you were before.” he said, which made your ears ring.

did this motherfucker call you weak?

“are you saying im weak?” you asked, planning to make a move, which could result in sudden death or a missing limb if he felt forgiving.

“not exactly, but since you are reincarnated, we never know if youre rusty or your strength depleted.” he said, taking several steps back. “if you land a blow on me, ill take back what i said, and ill settle with any conditions you may have for me.”

“and if not, then you have to accept that you are what people say you are, and youll have to work under me.” he said—

a challenge.

and a challenge that granted you authority in some areas.

…

…..

……

a challenge that seemed unrealistic!

you had been working your ass off to land a blow, not even bothering to use your domain. you were simply out of breath, your hair a mess from the constant movement.

“this isnt the beginning of you, y/n.” sukuna had said with his hands in his pockets. he was certainly worried you had lost your abilities over a thousand years, but he also thought you were always a teasing woman.

come on, y/n, think.

think, goddamnit, think!

would it.. work on him?

you ran towards him knowing he would throw his hit first—

until black particles floated in the air, forming in the shape of the human skeleton. sukuna’s eyes widen, focusing on the black matter in-front of him, bringing its fist back to throw a punch—

until he realized that you were also landing a blow into his abdomen, now having to deal with a blow in the face but also in his beloved stomach.

a reversed curse technique, is what made you, you. you could separate your soul from your body into black matter, allowing the soul to fight with you, along side of your original body. making you somewhat immortal, only in certain circumstances would it kill you.

only one knew of this technique… only one had done it successfully a thousand years ago, against sukuna, and won.

sukuna had looked away and spat, laughing at nothing. you had landed a blow– two matter of fact. he then looked at you, and smiled.

“what do you feel?” he asked, he knew you had to have felt it, too.

deja vu.

“ive… been here before.” you admitted, watching him smile the wicked grin he carried.

———

“so… what did you tell him?”yuuji asked, eating his burger on your bed that you specifically told him not to do. he had laid down plastic wrap around him though to not ruin your satin silk bedding, which you’d appreciated.

“he doesn’t cause mass destruction, him not killing anyone unless necessary, and how hed teach me some things since i had won.” you said, eating a chicken philly. yuuji had since learned you loved them, occasionally eating steak philly but preferring chicken. so, the boy had brought you one. what a sweetie.

“oh! well.. thats good— hey i think we should sleep, since nobara had planned for us to hang out tomorrow all day.” he reminded, getting up and leaning down to hug you.

when did you both decide to start hugs, was beyond you.

“goodnight!” yuuji said, waving at you and you only replying with a “night.” made him smile. only when he reached his bed was when it went down hill for him…

or uphill?

“can you please stop talking about it?” yuuji asked sukuna, sukuna had decided to breakdown what had happened with you and him. but sukuna was infact a perv— of course he was, hes a curse!

“you dont look at y/n and think about how deep you could go in that–“ yuuji had cut sukuna off,

“stop it!” yuuji had growled out at him, only causing sukuna to laugh uncontrollably at his little outburst. “shes more than that!”

“well of course she is, but you gunna sit here and tell me you wouldnt tap that?” sukuna had asked, growing curious. yuuji had stayed quiet, ignoring the question until he thought about you.

the way you said his name, the way you walk, how you didnt take anything, the way you eat…

the way your shirt would tighten around certain areas of your body, the length of your legs. he had let out a frustrated sigh. he would feel bad if he did anything like that to the thought of you, like he was the biggest perv in the world…

but did you think like that about him, too?

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(chapter 2 of “THE WARM THE COLD THE SIX coming soon!)

[umbra-tela-shadow-web]

I notice you seem a little... uh, agitated with Octavia for giving me the Roman Fire. It'll be fine, I'll be super careful, promise. I have it stored somewhere safe, surrounded by soft stuff so it can't even accidentally pop open. No one even knows I have it, and I doubt anyone would steal something like that without knowing what it is. Barring some awful accident it'll be safe.

It will only be used if I have to. Odds are it'll be used for either Thanos or Odin, who are dangerous enough I think they warrant it.

Dont be too mad at Octavia?

☆ @the-star-spider

Non vere iratus sum. Illa contentio finivit sicut plerique nostri et nostrae rixae non rarae sunt. Frustraretur teneri iram. Simplex sum frustratus quod illa numquam videtur cogitare de consequentiis aut periculis actionum suarum et electionum, ludit cum substantiis periculosis sicut pueri cum ludo et ridet cum illi in faciem eius explodunt et relinquent eam cum etiam plures cicatrices. Eius idea salutis spatium tenet pro nimis multo damno permanenti ad meam consolationem.

Gaudeo te iam cautum esse, mereris vivere satis diu ut hanc difficultatem superes

(I am not really mad. That argument ended like most of ours do and our spats are not uncommon. It would be pointless to hold onto anger. I am simply frustrated that she can never seem to think about the consequences or dangers of her actions and choices, she plays with dangerous substances like that are children’s toys and laughs when they blow up in her face and leave her with even more scars. Her idea of safety holds space for far too much permanent damage for my comfort.

I am glad you are already being careful, you deserve to live long enough to get past this hardship)

[tiktokonaclock]

The Siren and The Demon Chapter 10

Zenet was feeling guilty about everything. She was, truly. She was feeling like she had used him, exploited his trust, betrayed him. But that was before.

Under all the rage and sorrow, she was relieved. Because everything she had done, and everything she would do in the future was now justified.

From now on, she would do whatever she needed to do.

The seats were all occupted. She needed to push someone out to get a seat for herself among titans.

And she was not afraid of pushing the others out anymore. She had the necessary driving force now. Something had snapped inside of her, to the point of no return. And she was glad. She was ready.

"Zenet you are scaring me.”

“Why?”

“You are looking at me weird.”

"I am thinking.”

“Thinking about what? Murder?"

A small smile appeared on her lips.

“No, Contestir. I am not thinking about murder. At least not yet.”

Her phone's ringtone made her flinch. She took it out of her jacket's pocket.

"How did it go?" Barodius’ voice was full of curiosity. She would never Imagine the Emperor of Gundalia being so interested in petty drama.

“It went spectacular." She answered with a sarcastic tone, "I called him a son of a bitch and he slapped me across the face. A loving and doting relationship, y' know.”

There was silence Then a slow “What?"

“A total heart- to-heart. It was so wholesome.”

“Are you making fon of me, Zenet?”

"No, I am 100% real with you right now.”

“He beat you? Really?"

“Yeah. You could tell his fortune by looking at my face right now."

“Hey I-" He hesitated. “I am really sorry. I put you in that situation. I shouldn't have.”

“Am I hallucinating or is the Emperor of Gundalia apologizing to me right now?” She puffed. “Was the brain concussion that bad?"

Barodius laughed slowly. “Don’t worry, you are not.”

Zenet heard the footsteps first. And the breathing next.

“Okay dude. Let's… let's meet up. ls coffee good? Yes we have a lot to catch up on don't we?”

“Gill walked in? You can't talk?”

“Yes. Yeah, totally.”

“Okay, got it. Talk to you soon.”

“Alright, see you there. Bye!” She hung up and put the phone back in her pocket. She didn't furn to look at Gill when he asked: "Who was that ?"

“You gotta stop being so nosey.”

He sighed and walked towards her. Then he sat down next to her on the stairs.

"It was my friend. She said after he settled in his Seat, "From the Orphanage.”

“Okay.” Gill answered. His Voice was unsure and low as a whisper.

Zenet needed to get into his house if she wanted to collect any cues for Barodius. And she needed to make peace with Gill if she wanted to be re- invited.

“I am sorry.” She said and turned to him. "I- I shouldn't have said those things.”

Gill was shocked to see his hot headed daughter be so mature to apologize first, but he didn't get suspicious.

“It's alright. " He Said. "You are still very young. It is normal for you to make such mistakes.”

Seriously? She thought, You will play the wise and noble father instead of apologizing for slapping me across the face? You son of a-

“Can I still come over to your house tonight?"

Gill smiled, "Of course you can.” He slowly got on his feet. "Come on. We are about to land,”

"Uh- dad? Zenet asked, lowering her tone. “Yes?"

“I didn't do anything to make the empenor look out for me.”

“Then why did he do it?"

“I don't know. But if I had to guess I would say he thought my shapeshifting ability could be useful for him.”

Gill paused and looked away. “Makes sense." He took a small breath and turned to her. “What do you want for dinner?"

Zenet smiled. " Can you make the chicken soup we had last time?”

“Sure.”

“What is this place?"

Kazarina asked curiously as the door slided down behind her.

“This is a top secret lair I had built." Nurzak tilted his head, “Back in the day.”

Kazarina arched her eyebrows. “Without anyone poticing? That's pretty impressive.”

Nurak let aut a small laugh. “You know how us sharks are. We want it, we get it.”Kazarina put her palms on the counter and pulled her body up, sitting on it. She crossed her legs as she Watched Nurzak light up fire place.

“It got romantic in here."She smiled. “Have you ever brought a girl here? Be honest.”

He started to laugh as she said “Yes you did! Oh my god!"

“No didn’t!”

“Then why are you laughing?!”

“Because you are laughing!”

“Because it is funny!”

"Okay, stop it.” He put his hands up in a surrendering manner. “We are here for business. Not for giggles.”

“Oh come on. As long as they don't hear us from outside, it is fine.”

“About that, you don't have to worry.” Nurzak pointed at her. "This room has 100% sound insulation.

“Wow." Kazarina looked around and turned her head to the ceiling on which the warm light of the fireplace was dancing. "You really tor thought of everything.” She gulped. "Anyway. Speaking of business. I plan on hypnotizing more than half of the emperor's soldiers.”

“Why not all?"

"If would be an overload.”

@Okay then, Let me rephrase the question.” He Said as He pulled his chair closer to Kazarina and looked up at her. “Why don't you Just hypnotize Barodius and Gill and get on with it?"

She locked eyes with him. "Because I want both of them to be completely aware of the fact that they lost everything to me. I want to see those face expressions." She smirked. “An easy Victory? Where is the fun in that?"

Nurzak arched his eyebrows. “I like your enthusiasm. "

“Are you reassured of my layalty now?” She shrugged. "Maybe you had some doubts about me before.”

He smiled, "I am reassured, my little witch.”

Meeting, Throne room.

Barodius was as Just as scepticle as he was in real life while texting.

Kazarina walked into the throne room to only find Gill and Barodius. So she supposed this to be a short discussion.

She made an appropriate bow. “Sire.” “Welcome, Kazarina. Get into your spot so we can begin.”

She climbed upstairs as she held her skirts above her ankles to Keep her from tripping. The emperor Could not See the Mischievous look a She sent Gill. Gill however, had to keep a straight Face. He knew the emperor would realize even the Smallest chance in his expression.

“We need to finalize our strategy on destroying the restored second shield.”Barodius brought up the topic directly.

"I could do it with the upgraded Exocor. How much longer untill it's ready, Kazarina ?”

" 3 days. 2 if we hurry.

“It was 3 days the last time we spoke, was it not, Kazarina?"

Gill Smirked. "Well, maybe it is because I was Kept busy with unrelated tasks.” Kazarina answered with a Sarcastic tone.

“So you do accept that it is your fault that we hove not progressed at all?”

“Maybe if I had co-workers sufficent enough to take my place on the expedition duty we would be launching the attack right now."

“Well, it is entirely your fault that the second Shield is restored in the first place, so…”

“Is there a way to reverse time and change the past? No. We have no other choice but to fix the Sitation and instead of working on that you are busy with…”

“You can't put the blame on me-“

“You are as Immature and petty as a fire year old-"

“You two seemed So happy last night.” Barodius' thick voice cut right in. "I had thought you would leave this bickering behind you.”

Kazarina's long fingers pointed at him as if she was asking a question. “He started it.” "I do not care who started it Kazarina. You will need to continue fighting like a married couple elsewhere.

Kazarina made a disappraving sound upon hearing the words Married couple. “If he was my husband I would put arsenic in his coffee, sire.”

Gill smiled, way too brightly. “If she was My wife I would drink it, sire.”

Barodius turned his head to the ceiling like he is asking god to grant him patience. “Kazarina. Can you draw your design for Exocor in a few sketches so I can see? I can’t visualize it with only the descriptions.”

“Of course Sire.”

Kazarina could draw? Gill hadn’t known that before, Or perhaps he simply did not care. Selective perception.

"Gill?"

It was her voice that brought his attention bock to the throne room. She looked deep into his eyes as she Spoke.

“We need to examine your battle gear as well. Can you bring it to The lab after the meeting?" She tilted her head as if she was inviting him to her side. So I can... have a look at it?”

He nodded with a completely poker face.

Kazarina checked the time on her watch. "It is almost 2 pm so can you meet me there at 2.30 ?”

“Works for me.”

Half an hour. It should be enough to Freshen up a bit.

She thanked herself for having a stock of all the essentials in the bathroom of her lab.

She brushed her teeth, used mouth wash and re-applied her make -up. Then she put on her perfume and took off her hair tie, letting her hair flow through her shoulders. She put her fingers through it to give Some volume.

She heard the door of the lab sliding up and back down. Her heart was racing in her chest. She looked at herself in the mirror One last time before leaving the bathroom.

Gill Smirked as their eyes locked at each other.

"Arsenic, huh? He said, taking slow steps towards her direction. She nodded. "And what would your approach be?”

Gill leaned closer to her ear. “Something more direct.” His right hand found its place on her neck once again. His fingers wrapped around her throat. "Because you look so prety like this.”

Kazarina's hand held the fingers on her neck, "Come with me.”

She turned around and started to pull him deeper into the laboratory. Finally, she took him in a room and closed the door behind them.

The room was extremely plain; with only the cabinets filled with chemicals and a long table, which Gill assumed was for examination. The room smelled like a hospital and it was mostly dark, the only source of light being the window.

Gill lifted her by the armpits and put her on the table easily.

She perched on the table with a smile on her face, swinging her feet.

Gill stood in front of her. She looked into his eyes to see the burning desire come back to life again. He put his palms on the table and leaned closer, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss.

Kaxarina s hands glided over his chest for a while before curling behind his neck. She pulled him ever closer as her nails scratched the area. Gill gasped slightly to the sensation. Then he put his hands on her thighs with a firm, yet gentle touch. He broke the kiss and leaned down to capture the long skirts of her dress. Then he lifted it up, revealing her legs completely. He kissed her once again as he stroked her thighs without any Coverage this time. He held her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Kazarina Pulled him closer to her with her legs as his fingers moved to the upper side of her body, pulling the dress down to reveal the lacy lingerie she wore. He let out a low growl as she smirked. She held his chin to pull him into another Kiss as his fingers hooked under the thin straps, slawly sliding them down to her shoulders. As his lips moved to her collarbone, he pulled her even closer, until there was no space left between them. Kazarina’s head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. Her hands tugged the fabric of his pants, trembling as she shed the last barriers between them.

“Gill.” She gasped with desperation. "I need you.”

“I am here.” He murmured against her lips. “I am not goin anywhere.”

She gasped when she finally felt the sudden penetration. “Perfect.” she whispered, She pulled her head back for a Split Second to look at his face. He closed the gap between their lips shortly.

“Why do you always have to make things So difficult?" Gill gasped between kisses, his hands gripping her waist.

“Maybe I just like seeing you lose Control.” Kazarina whispered.

Another gasp escaped her lips when he pulled her hair down to reveal her long neck to him. “You think have the upper hand dont you?" Kazarina asked, her voice breathy.

“Always-“

His mischievous smirk froze on his face as he heard the Footsteps echo on the marbel Floor of the lab, "Did you hear that?” He whispered in panic.

“Kazarina?”

They heard Nurzak’s voice calling her. Loud, clear and from a quite short distance.