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peppermintstarsonamintyway · 21 days

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Doing Things Fairy Tale Style

White Lily multiship not so mini fic for @pinkvaquita <3

Polyamory my beloved when you cannot choose one choose all of them

Only real warnings are non-canon-conforming and, reverse harem in a way- oh and Dark Cacao in beast-yeast because we need the whole white lily shipping squad in here (bonus points of me trying to write pv being blind)

(minus shadow milk) (sorry buddy you'll get your own version of this fic eventually)

Alright enjoy your reading below the cut!! Try not to get jumpscared by unfiltered Gingerbrave

"Have you tried kissing her?"

The question was sudden, unexpected.

Pure Vanilla, eyes wide open in shock, turned to stare in Gingerbrave's direction, the one who had asked the question in the first place.

"P-pardon?-" The vanilla kingdom's king and healer stuttered out, stunned by the far younger boy's question.

"There's no way she doesn't still have some of her own life powder left, wouldn't her body be all crumbled if she didn't?" Gingerbrave continued, crossing his arms as he raised an eyebrow. The gingerbread cookie had a slight frown to his face.

"G-Gingerbrave-"

"I'm not wrong! Dark Enchantress couldn't have all of her life powder even if she wanted to, most of it maybe, but not all of it." The young cookie's frown grew, his stance shifting as he placed his hands on his hips.

"We have her soul! We just need to put it with her body, and wake her up."

Pure Vanilla went to speak, "That isn't how that-" yet he was cut off by a hand on his shoulder.

"It's worth a try." Dark Cacao said, his voice a low rumble.

"Cacao?! You can't be-"

"It's settled then." Elder Faerie interrupted, and Pure Vanilla turned his head to the two taller men in astonishment. Were they out of their minds?!

Gingerbrave, alongside the two cookies who had chosen to ignore the healer's distress, rushed over to the glass casket, Pure Vanilla scrambling after the sound of their footsteps through confused stutters.

"T-this is insane! There's no way this is going to work! W-we're not in some fairytale!" Pure Vanilla murmured in a scattered manner, pacing back and forth as the three cookies worked to lift the lid off the casket.

"'Nilla," Dark Cacao's voice piped up, causing the healer to stop in his tracks, lifting his head in his direction.

"When was the last time we, as a group, had a normal day?" The emperor asked, tilting his head to the side. "We practically are living in a fairytale, this is at least something we can give an attempt."

Pure Vanilla narrowed his eye, before letting out soft sigh as he realized that Dark Cacao did have a point. The taller man was right, a normal day wasn't something they ever had, and it certainly wasn't something they were going to have anytime soon.

Yet this still felt wrong.

It felt selfish, in a way, to try and see if a kiss would wake White Lily. Was it really to wake her?

Or was it to finally get something out of the centuries-long pining all three of them experienced for her? To feel some closure before they went through with what they knew would work?

"Pure Vanilla." Elder Faerie's voice snapped the healer from his thoughts, his head turning to follow the sound of the fae's voice. "It is not wise to dwell."

"I know you're stuck on the morality of this, and I do understand, but we have all suffered many losses throughout these years. I believe we can allow ourselves this moment of selfishness, if only on the prospect that it may just work."

The healer could feel a soft, sleeve covered hand on his cheek, a huffy sigh falling from his lips as he allowed himself to close his eyes, leaning into the touch from the fae king.

"…Alright." His shoulders slumping as he resigned, allowing Elder Faerie to turn him to face the casket.

Cautiously, Pure Vanilla moved forward, reaching his free hand foward into the now open casket, his nimble fingers prodding hesitantly at White Lily's still body.

His fingers glided over her body, feeling the almost searing warmth still radiating off of it…Gingerbrave had been right, she still had some of her own life powder, though a very small amount.

"Place her soul jam here, please." The healer instructed, as his hand found where he could feel light thump of her heart in her chest.

Gingerbrave did as told, placing the soul jam, the pieces of White Lily's soul, under Pure Vanilla's hand, before backing away.

A soft sigh left the cookie's lips as he stood there, furrowing his brow. He was unable to shake the feeling that this was wrong, but he knew he had to push forward.

He felt Dark Cacao's hand on his own, then the shift of the larger male's fingers as he entwined them with the healer's. He could feel one of Elder Faerie's more slender, cold, hands join the connection, carefully lacing between the other two's hands.

Pure Vanilla knew they were trying to reassure him, and deep down, he appreciated it.

The fae king brought his other hand to White Lily's head, gently placing it atop her hair, to brush aside her disheveled bangs with silent care.

"…Okay, let's do this…" Pure Vanilla murmured, hesitance still lingering in his voice despite forcing himself to push past it.

The three all leaned over the edge of the casket, Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao pressing small, light kisses to White Lily's cheeks, while Elder Faerie kissed her forehead.

They were late to notice it, but the moment their lips touched her skin, her soul jam snapped back together, pulling itself into place with strings of light.

Out of the corners of their eyes, the fae king and the emperor spotted something. As the soul jam rebuilt itself, White Lily's fingers twitched, her hand balling up into a fist the moment it was solidly back together.

The two cookies lifted their heads, looking between each other and Pure Vanilla, who had dipped his head to rest his forehead against White Lily's cheek.

The healer lifted his head only slightly, opening his mouth to speak, in a somber tone.

"…It didn't work, did i-"

Yet he was cut off, as a gasp sounded just beside him, and something firmly collided with his head as it rose.

Pure Vanilla couldn't help but yelp in surprise as he tumbled back, falling onto his ass with a loud thud. His head was throbbing, but he could hear breathing different from Elder Faerie's and Dark Cacao's.

Quicker, more panicked, like waking up from a cold sweat.

It didn't take the healer more than a second to realize, his wide sightless eyes filling with tears as he shot to his feet, quite literally jumping at the white haired cookie.

"It worked!" He shouted as he tightly wrapped his arms around White Lily, much to her surprise. His hold on her was firm, almost suffocating, but could anyone blame him?

"Wh…what?…" Her voice was quiet, as she stared in confusion. "…Pure- Pure Vanilla?…"

"Hey," White Lily's gaze snapped to her side, her eyes widening. "I'm here too." And Dark Cacao smiled at her, his usually hardened gaze softening as he moved closer.

The emperor's arms found purchase around her and Pure Vanilla, Elder Faerie joining the hug just as quickly, the fae king's face nestling into the soft white hair of the other cookie.

"D-Dark Cacao…wh-what's…what are you two doing here?…" White Lily stumbled over her words, trying desperately, and eventually managing to, get her words out, to question what two of the cookies she had known since her childhood were doing in the Faerie Kingdom, hell, beast-yeast in general.

"We're here for you." The two answered in unison, without missing a beat. She was somewhat taken aback by how quickly they answered, no hesitation in their voices.

Before she could speak again, the three men had tightened their arms around her, causing her to release a small huff as her gaze softened.

"There are things we need your help with, White Lily," Elder Faerie began, yet his gaze was gentler, not quite anything akin to a leader's gaze.

"But, I believe we all need some time, before we deal with our issues."

The fae king brought his free hand up, gently clasping one of the white haired cookie's bandaged hands. He pulled her hand up to his face, turning his head to press his nose into her palm, gently kissing the green wrappings.

White Lily's face flushed a bright red as she watched Elder Faerie, a small squeak managing it's way out of her throat.

"Elder Faerie-" White Lily tried to speak, but cut herself off with a yelp as the fae king climbed up into the casket with her and Pure Vanilla, tugging the emperor on the other side of the casket up with him.

Both White Lily and Pure Vanilla were caught off guard as they were sandwitched between the two taller, and larger (on Cacao's end), cookies.

Before Pure Vanilla knew it, Elder Faerie had begun to smother his face with kisses, causing him to squeal as his cheeks burned strawberry red.

Soft laughter filled the area, an uncharacteristically bright smile on White Lily's face as they took turns showering each other with affectionate gestures. Loud purring rumbled from Elder Faerie and Dark Cacao, both usual stoic cookies smiling just as warmly as Pure Vanilla would normally.

It was an unexpected sight, the four cookies laughing and smiling brightly. It offered some hope.

For the moment, they had all decided,

everything else could wait until later.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #pure vanilla cookie #elder faerie cookie #i cannot be bothered to tag all the ships because they're all shipped together in this fic #enjoy pink this is for u #god my writing feels awkward today-

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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I did

another thing

The Ever-Loyal Monster, Blinding Syrup Cookie

Long ago, in the past when the Beasts were first baked, there were other ‘first Cookies’ outside of the ones that went rogue.

A hatched egg of defiance.

A iridescent butter of creation.

A gleaming oil of innovation.

And then…there was little Sterling Syrup Cookie. He lacked the obviously strong attributes of the others. He did not have great magic or powerful physical might.

What he was, however…was Loyal. He admired the first Heroes and their strength. And he admired the Witches for creating them.

…but when the Beasts went rogue, something in him snapped. And that admiration of the Heroes turned to hatred.

When he heard that the Witches doubted some of their creations after the fall of the Heroes, Sterling Syrup was determined to prove his devotion. He approached the Witches outright, declared his loyalty, and…

What happened next is unknown. But the Witches did not doubt his loyalty anymore.

But they couldn’t have known that the Virtue of Loyalty that Sterling Syrup held, had become Fanaticism.

He was rebaked into a new being - Blinding Syrup Cookie. And his role? One was to hunt down the Beasts, no matter the cost. No matter how far he had to go.

The other was to ensure loyalty and devotion among the Cookies that remained…and punish any dissenters.

While his exact involvement is unknown, he had a hand in the breaking of Gleaming Oil Cookie.

He tracked the Beasts across the world of Earthbread, doing whatever he could to drag them back in chains to the masters they betrayed. Whatever he did during that is also unknown - and the Beasts certainly don’t want to talk about it. Nor should you ask.

Shadow Milk Cookie remembers the burning light.

Mystic Flour Cookie remembers the groans of the suffering.

Eternal Sugar Cookie remembers the chains pulling at her neck.

Burning Spice Cookie remembers the cold gnawing at his dough.

Silent Salt Cookie remembers the screams he couldn’t voice.

In the end, Elder Fairy Cookie sealed them…without Blinding Syrup Cookie’s help. Utterly infuriated, he made a decision.

As it was his duty to forever hunt the Beasts, he would forever wait for their return.

As it was his duty to ensure loyalty and devotion, he founded the Army of the Oven - a titanic faith formed of any and all who served the Witches. Survivors of the Beast’s rampage, who wished to never suffer like that again. Their dedication would be forged to an unbreakable point by Blinding Syrup. He made sure they would never betray the Witches’s law.

And then…he went into dormancy. A slumber that would only break when the Beasts broke free of their seal. And they would break free.

He still needed to punish them, after all.

Eventually, the Army spread out across Earthbread, becoming several separate factions. One of which would eventually become the St. Pastry Order.

And the rest…is history.

behold, a terrible person

oh he sounds horrible(in a good way), am I allowed to punt him?/pos

also what the heck did he do to the beasts? I'm rather interested in that, as well as how he had a hand in breaking Gleaming Oil Cookie.

#not a prompt #oc rambles #other's ocs

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daily-shadow-milk-cookie · 2 months

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hi! this account looks awesome; it's always good to see fallen hero fans heheh :D

i was wondering if you'd perhaps be willing to share some of your shadow milk headcanons? no pressure obviously, i just feel like it could be fun <3

thank you so much for asking and also giving nice compliment, and yes I like edgy evil cookies. :]]]

(already answered here, but here more like of thoughts and things i think he/they would do i guess?). And most of it is a warrior cat reference lol and more detailed one. But here it is ^-^

(under the cut)

Back when he/they liked a good side hero ancient (before getting corrupted). He/they is like a nerd studying magic, & herbs, and various locations to wander and discover around and research on them?.

Based on his/their old hero form, i assume he/they is like a chill guy before his/their demise

His/their moral alignment is chaotic evil. Due to him being mischievous and chaotic.

If he/they can possessed pure vanilla cookie in any way, pure vanilla cookie get shadow milk cookie heterochromia same eye color acting unhinged (like the imposter) from the broken code wc book while sabotage his body. they/he tried controlling and manipulating targets.

He/they go to a moonstone in blueberry academy and receives their/his immortal 9 lives from cookies Spirit. (Yes this is a reference to the wc cat leader)

I assume their/his nine lives message of why they're getting, since every clan leader in the book get message about their received 9 lives. (Sorry if it's terrible but that I could think of)

it is about First is knowledge

second id responsibility

third is kind

fourth is gentle

and 5rd is diligence

6rd is loving

7rd is calming

8rd is leadership

9rd last is bravery.

I don't know what role job, he is/they are but I assumed he was a healer mender or either mediator.

Or maybe a herbalist and researcher?

I think he is still alive while stuck on the sacred silver tree.

He/they can shapeshift into an ordinary cookie or even light of truth, and also cookie spirits.

Every caretaker, elder, and mothers, babysitter, older siblings, adult, etc used his/their story as a spooky urban legend or fairy tales to young kids who are mischievous to make them scared and learned their lessons.

He/they used to have a leader star forehead mark but it got shattered after he/they became corrupted and faded over the years.

Back when he/they was visiting the moonstone, he got star shape sparkly eyeshine about him/them receiving 9 lives from cookie spirits and they/he got a white diamond shape eyeshine whenever encounter spirit cookies. And also sparkles around him/them.

He/they either had his/their remaining lives went to 6 or 7, 1, 8 since pure vanilla cookie get to be a new leader role but he/they maybe still had their 9 lives?.

He/they lose contacts & communication from cookies spirit since they don't like/love him/them anymore. Due to shadow milk cookie turn evil.

He/they get is swarmed by blue butterflies whenever he/they sleep (back when shadow milk cookie was a hero).

He/they used to get gifts and notes by many cookies before he/they get corrupted.

He can mimic and voice impression of some people's voices and their shadows.

He wears a sage wreath and Myosotis/forget-me-nots flower and either yellow dandelion, gladiolus on both head and necklace depends.

He hates being stuck on the sacred silver tree.

He is happy that the moonstone gets destroyed accidentally indirectly by gingerbrave gang & dark enchantress cookie. So that cookie on whoever is becoming leader had to find another solution or resources to get their nine lives and struggle.

Pretty sure he hates starclan.

#sorry its so short #and sorry if it another warrior cat reference. it just stuck on my head.#shadow milk cookie #cookie run thoughts/ maybe headcanons #ask #{mailbox text✓}

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gameguy20100 · 1 year

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Cinderella: The Alix Kubdel version.

Summery: Alix has to babysit Manon and read her a bed time story. Who the hell thought this was a good idea?

Alix sat in her room tinkering with a clock, then smiled as it ticked once more. “Not bad for 15 years old.” She said, smiling to herself. Her work was interrupted by a frantic Marinette.

“Alix! Please I need a favour!” She said, dropping to her knees and begging.

“Let me guess. You had plans, but Adrien is free to make kissy faces with. So you need someone to cover for you?”

Marinette nodded, then explained the situation.

“Babysitting?! Are you nuts!?” Alix snapped. “I need an extra shot of coffee to deal with Rose!”

Marinette flashed Alix the “Bambi eyes.” And she caved almost immediately.

(Manons house.)

The actual babysitting was bearable. Alix just sat the kid in front of the tv and had headphones on. The trouble started when Manon had to go to bed.

“Read me a story.” Manon demanded and shoved a book into Alix’s hands.

“Uh! Fine!” Alix snarled and picked a random page. “Once upon a time, there was a girl named red riding hood. The wolf ate her, the end.”

“That’s not how it goes!” Manon replied and huffed. “Tell it right. I want Cinderella.”

Alix face palmed and sighed, “OK, FINE!”

(Story book.)

Once upon a time, there lived a baker and his wife. They were so sickly sweet they gave everyone diabetes and not from the cookies.

Because this was before TV existed they soon had a baby girl they named Marinette, I mean Cinderella. The wife soon died after the birth because nobody knew how female anatomy worked due to the medical field consisting of nothing but old white men.

The baker was forced to marry a colossal bitch for the money, and was nagged to death.

“Oh crumbs! Why do protagonists parents always die in fairy-tales?” Said the stout man who was too likeable to survive.

Cinderella grew up abused by the evil stepmother and her two equally bitchy daughters. Chloe and Lila, I mean. you know what? I can’t be bothered to give them names.

“Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous!” Said the stepmother as the poor girl washed the floor for the third time that day.

“I didn’t make it dirty again.” Said the elder daughter who 100% did do that. The lying bitch.

One day when Cinderella was fetching the post, she came across a strange letter.

“To all single women in my Kingdom. I the king don’t understand my son in the slightest. And now that he’s 18 he has to get married and create an heir for the Throne, because I said so. There's going to be a ball. Look pretty and don’t annoy me.”

Now, the stepmother forbade Cinderella from going, but the sisters decided to be extra bitchy and told her she could go, then humiliated her and ruined her dress that she made herself.

“Wait, wasn’t it made by her animal friends?” Manon asked, interrupting the story.”

“Mice and birds can’t sew!” Alix snapped in reply. “Now stop interrupting!”

Anyway. As Cinderella cried her eyes out she was visited by a small bug like creature that granted wishes.

“Hi. I’m the plot. Now clean yourself up bitch.” Said The Kwami godmother.

Now in a beautiful but practical dress She went to the ball to meet the prince.

(Palace.)

Now, unlike his father. The prince was an attractive and kind young man with green eyes and blonde hair. But as a royal he was very restless and hated politics.

“I hate being a royal.” Said the prince, bored. “What’s the point of being rich if I can’t chew my food without permission?”

Now at the ball prince Adrien was forced to talk to multiple princesses. but they were all boring.

“HI, have no personality.” Said a blonde woman I won’t name.

Uninterested.

“Sorry, I’m a lesbian.” Said Princess Juleka.

Or way too young. I mean honestly she’s 8 you creepy old man!

“Yeah, no.” Said the prince because he wasn’t a creep.

Then the prince found Cinderella, and they hit it off instantly. They talked, danced, and just had fun until the clock struck midnight and the magic wore off.

"Oh, come on!" Cinderalla snapped as her dress vanished. Annoyed at the Kwami being a flaky cow.

The Prince declared that he would find and marry this wonderful girl. The Kings suggested putting out a hunt using the glass sliper she left behind. The captain of the guard had a much simpler idea.

"Or I could escort him around the kingdom, and he can remember her face." She said bluntly.

"That would be better." Said the Prince. "Thank you, Knight Tsurugi."

It didn't take long. Since there were almost no other asian people in this white arse kingdom.

Once they found her, the Prince and Cinderella recognised each other instantly because they're not idiots and they soon married and lived happily ever after. The end.

Happy? I don’t care. Now go to sleep!

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #alix kubdel #Ml manon #Cinderella

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rosejigglypuff76 · 10 months

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Cookie Run Kingdom Kimura AU Potential Creme Republic Story Arc

Select few of both young Legendaries and Ancient Status Cookies alike were requested by the 9 Elders from the Creme Republic and invited to the aforementioned place for a discussion about the troubles coming from Dark Enchantress Cookie & The Cookies of Darkness for the next 5 Days

Young Legendary Status Cookies included those such as: *Herb Kimura (Son of Sea Goddess Sea Fairy) *Capsaicin Suzaku (Son of Pitaya Suzaku) *Gingerbrave Naegi (Son of Croissant Naegi)

Meanwhile Young Ancient Cookies had: *Dark Choco Watanabe (Son of Dark Cacao Watanabe) *Red Velvet Mochi (Adoptive Son of Hollyberry Mistletoe) *Kouign-Amann Uchiha (Daughter of Pure Vanilla Uchiha)

With six cookies in total, 3 from both Legendary & Ancient Status alike, it was supposed to be a normal group meeting between them and the 9 Elders of the Creme Republic

Unfortunately during their stay there, a rumored cult consisting of White Masks went and attacked cookies within the given area almost everywhere

As Herb Kimura in particular was told to livestream the 5 Days, within a schedule that he planned ahead of time, he happened to find the children of the three chosen Ancient Rulers and also Clotted Cream Togami getting kidnapped in broad daylight by these White Masks

Herb himself managed to successfully escape the scene, but with the mindset of trying to find out who's the Mastermind of the White Masks

#cookie run #cookie run fanart #cookie run kimura au #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom fanart #cookie run kingdom kimura au #herb cookie #dark choco cookie #red velvet cookie #kouign amann cookie #my photomanip #photomanip #photomanipulation

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thunder-jolt · 2 years

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This comic went from Cream Ball Cookie meeting his aunt to Viego and Ruined Sea Fairy ready to kick and possibly murder Elder Custard's abusive ass... Also, song recommendation!

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xinyinghe · 1 year

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Witches Town (1)

When I was small, my parents took me on a trip to a small town. I stayed there for the whole summer vacation.

The residents in the town were very kind. And there are many adorable, beautiful cats. But the strange thing was that each of them wore a black hat and black cape, and there is a big broom in front of the doors of each house.

My mother told me they were called “witches”.

The one I have the best relationship with is a witch named Jennifer who lives next door to me. She has curly brown hair and blue eyes. She was young, probably in her early twenties. She has a lovely black cat named “Chocolate".

"Oh!! I hate chocolate. That's the most disgusting thing in the world!" She always said that.

I sat on the rattan chair, patted the little beautiful cat sleeping on my lap. “So why you named him chocolate?”

She smiled mysteriously at me:“You only have the right to hate something if you accept it.”

She writes a lot of stories and loves to discuss them with me.

"Can you write a reverse fairy tale?” I asked her.

"No." Jennifer glanced at me, dipped in the ink, and said, "In my story, the prince must be with the princess.”

Jennifer was a storyteller.

She wrote about the dragon-slaying princess who saves the prince, the little mermaid who becomes human, and the sleeping beauty who gets the kiss of true love.

Her story is sweet and everyone likes to read it. But there was never a witch in her stories.

"Can you write about witches?"

"No, witches are bad people." She snorted, grabbed a biscuit on the side plate and took a bite, "Bad people have to learn to live on their own."

I looked at her helplessly. I have no choice but to pick up "Broccoli Girl" and read it, which is the book Jennifer had just written.

In addition to writing stories, Jennifer main occupation is black witchcraft.

She also likes to bake small cookies, but she doesn't want others to know. She enjoys seeing others eat the cookies she bakes and read the stories she writes.

She never said it but put all the responsibility on me, and always complained that I baked the cookies too dry. I was unhappy at first, but I gave up explaining when I thought of having cookies to eat.

Jennifer's story was well written and gradually spread to neighbor kingdom far away.

The young king of the neighbor kingdom found out that the ministers were reading stories when they went to court, so he was furious and confiscated all the story books of the ministers.

He wants to hide and see for himself.

But he also doesn't want others to know he's watching a story.

The king read stories very fast. Gradually, he found that the stories were not enough to read.

He wanted to urge the story writers to hurry up, but he didn't know who to turn to. He wanted to issue an edict to find the person who wrote the story, but fearing the fact that he enjoy reading stories would be exposed. He found a bounty hunter.

"If you can't find someone who writes the story within half a month, I will prohibit the whole country from continuing to grow coriander." The king said to the bounty hunter.

The bounty hunter was troubled because he likes coriander best. Every morning, he soaks coriander with milk.

Half a month later, he still couldn't find someone to write the story, so he moved to another country.

There's coriander here anyway, he thought.

Jennifer was also very distressed recently - she has a cold.

After catching a cold, the sense of taste became bad. She did not want to infect others, so she stop making cookies. However, If she can't make cookies, she can't write a story.

I made a few cups of hot cocoa for her. “Why you kick the quilt at night."

"It's too hot." Jennifer took a sip of hot cocoa.

"Who asked you to cover such a thick quilt in summer."

"It's too cold.”

The mushrooms in the forest have come to find the witch.

She hasn't written a story for so long that the mushrooms can't wait.

"Why can't you make your own potion to cure your cold?" Elder Mushroom asked.

"You are right." Jennifer scratched her head.

Jennifer prepared the potion, cured the cold, made cookies, and began to write stories again.

Meanwhile, the impatient King sought out the Fairy. "Can you help me find the person who wrote the story?"

His tone to the fairy was much softer than to the bounty hunter, because he couldn't threaten the fairy: the fairy didn't like to eat anything, but only drank dew.

The fairy didn't want to agree at first, but her responsibility didn't allow it. She had to agree to the king's request.

After studying the storybook for three whole days, she found a cookies crumb on the page.

"I know who is the one,” she said to the king.

When Jennifer opened the door and saw the king, she was stunned for two hours.

Because the king is good-looking.

The king also knew his such an advantage, so he didn't mind. He stood still and waited for Jennifer to finish staring at him.

But due to standing in the cold wind for a long time, the king caught a cold.

Jennifer was very guilty of causing the king to catch a cold in a daze. So she asked me to make hot cocoa for him.

"Why don't you do it yourself?”

"Because I don’t know how to do." Jennifer replied confidently.

After getting the promise from Jennifer to make cookies, I willingly went to boil hot water. Even because I wanted to eat more cookies, I rushed out so much hot cocoa that the king drank so much that his stomach was full.

The king drank hot cocoa and ate cookies, sat at Jennifer’s table covered with a lace tablecloth, and knocked on the empty plate: "Can the story be written faster?"

Jennifer has been troubled lately because a king lives in her house.

The ministers of neighbor kingdom are also very wronged. They have to travel a long way to report their work every day to their king.

Their horses aren't happy either, they've all lost a lot of weight recently and aren't pretty at all.

Only the king is satisfied, he has hot cocoa and cookies, and he can also hear sweet stories every day.

Jennifer didn't know the news because of the distance.

She's still busy worrying. The king was so good-looking that she spent so much time staring at him every day. And she often forgot to take out the cookies from the oven. Burnt cookies are not to be eaten, but to be buried in the open space of the garden.

After a long time, a tree grew in the open space, and the tree was full of baked cookies. I am busy picking off the baked cookies every day, and then burying them in the garden.

Later, the garden was filled with trees bearing baked cookies.

Jenifer’s house can no longer be inhabited. T

he paste cookies tree has grown too lushly. The rain has been abundant in recent days. It didn't take long to cover the house tightly. But Jennifer like to bask in the sun, and bake bread with the sunshine.

"Then come with me." The king said, "In my kingdom, there is plenty of sunshine. We can bake cookies, and there is no coriander."

Jennifer was very happy, because she hated coriander. Also in this way she could see the king every day.

"But in my story, only the princess will fall in love with the prince."

Facing the king's mount, Jennifer hesitated.

"I am a king, not a prince."

"But you were once a prince," Jennifer said to the king.

"Princes ride white horses. Am I riding a white horse?” The king asked.

Jennifer looked at the giraffe in front of her and shook her head.

In this way, the king rode the giraffe and brought his little witch back to his kingdom.

The ministers were all wondering why the king who didn't like reading stories married a witch who could write stories.

But the king ordered them not to think about it.

As for himself, he still spends his days reading stories, eating cookies, and waiting for Jennifer to visit him.

Except that sometimes Jenifer is too lazy to move and asks him to look at her.

Bounty hunters live in a distant forest. He planted coriander all over the front and back of the house. He soaks a bowl of milk every morning, and was extremely happy.

The fairy is still wondering why she promised the king to help find the writer of the story.

"Then can you write a reverse fairy tale?" I asked her.

"No." The witch wearing a small crown snorted softly: "The witch and the king live happily together, where is it broken?"

#childhood vacation #childhood memories #witchlife

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xbreezymeadowsx · 4 years

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A Telford Tea Party

A/N: Pure, unadulterated FLUFF. Inspired by my favorite thirsty Flanagan obsessed girls and what’s said in our chat.

Chibs x Reader

This has not been proofread and therefore may contain spelling or grammatical errors. Oops.

TW: Nothing should be triggering unless you hate daddies having tea parties with their little girls.

PREPARE YOUR OVARIES!

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(this gif just seemed appropriate somehow. Not mine, credit to the maker.)

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Dada... Chibs grumbled burying his face in his pillow. "Dada." He cracked one eye open and squint, scanning the bits of room he could see when a little face was suddenly taking up his whole view. "Daddy." The four year old girl said firmly, letting him know he wouldn't be going back to sleep. He smiled sleepily and moved an arm from under his pillow to tuck some of her silky brunette hair from her face. "Mornin', Tilly." He graveled. Her hazel eyes lit up and she giggled. "Goo monin'!" She smiled brightly. Chibs groaned as he rolled to his back again and stretched as his daughter knelt on the bed, the empty half of the bed. "Where's yer Ma?" He asked with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Da movie place." She told him. "Aun'ie Lyla as'ed her fo' sum'tin. Baby Mal wen', too." "Oh, okay." He thanked her for explaining it further. "Daddy, can we have a tea party?" She begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. "Do we hafta?" Chibs grumped. "Pweeeeeeease?" The little girl plead and clasped her hands in front of herself. He sighed, it didn't take much for the little one to get her way with him. "Fine." He huffed, scoffing at his lack of will power. "Lemme take a shower quick, okay?" "O'tay!" "Go ge' yer sissy an' set up in the playroom." He told her, tickling her side and making her squeal and jump off the bed. "BRINNNNAAAAAAA!!!" She hollered as she raced out the bedroom door. After showering and quickly dressing in black jeans and black SAMCRO t-shirt, Chibs went into the kitchen to grab a jug of sweet tea and tin of shortbread. However, as he turned the corner, he was greeted with the sight of his six year old standing on the counter next to the fridge, the four year old standing on the chair they'd pushed over there, and their six year old brindled shepherd mix Jameson prancing excitedly in place watching his little humans going after something near the treats he couldn't reach and hoping they'd knock the container down. The pajama clad girls- the pair looked nearly identical save for the elder being a head taller- froze in place and stared wide-eyed at him. "Sabrina Rose. Matilda Mae." Chibs said sternly, setting his fists on his hips. "Uh-oh." They gasped in unison. Chibs scooped them up and set them on the hardwood floor. "Couldn' wait ten minutes, eh?" He asked in amusement. He shook his head, chuckling and ruffled their long hair. He reached on top of the refrigerator and took the blue tin the girls had been after, handing it to his oldest. "I'll get the tea." Y/N opened the truck door and reached in to get the three month old out of his carseat as he babbled and waved his orange rattleball around. The neck of his green dinosaur onesie was covered in slobber and drool. "Yes, yes, yes. We're so happy, aren't we? Yes, we are." Y/N cooed as she picked the baby up and held under his butt as he leaned into her shoulder. "Auntie Lyla and the girls spoiled you, didn't they? I saw them sneaking you whipped cream. All that damn sugar's got you wound up." She slung the Harley Davidson diaper bag over her shoulder and grabbed the bag of groceries she'd picked up on the way home before heading to the front door. Once inside, she set the bags on the kitchen table and shift her son to her other arm. "Now, where's Daddy and the girls, huh?" She asked the baby. He looked at his mother curiously before letting out a shrill scream of joy. Y/N cringed. "Malcolm Robert Telford, you're gonna make my ears bleed." In the playroom, Chibs shift uncomfortably in his tiny, tiny pink chair. He would've liked to have sit on the floor, but his girls insisted he had to sit at the table like a proper gentleman. He watched Tilly- a sky blue fairy costume on over her pajamas including wings with an Anna from Frozen glittery tiara- pick up the little plastic pink teapot in the middle of the round white table and pour nothing into a mismatched tiny purple teacup in front of one of their guests. "Mo' tea, Mr. Bear?" She asked the large teal teddy bear. She turned to her other side and poured some into a large blue teacup for her sister's yellow lab, Jax. "May I have more tea, Daddy?" Brina asked in a horrible attempt at some kind of European accent. While her younger sibling was clearly a typical girly-girl, Sabrina wasn't. She, too, wore a costume dress but her's was black velvet with gold trim. She looked like a regal witch or vampire... if it weren't for the mini felt top hat and the headband that made it look like she had an arrow through her head. "Of course, sweethear'." He replied warmly and picked up the larger stainless steel teapot. Clinking came from inside from ice cubes sloshing around as he poured iced tea into her cup which was actually a black enamel camping mug. "Can I have a'nudder cookie?" Tilly asked sweetly, not bothering to fake an accent. "Haven' ya already 'ad three?" Chibs asked, raising an eyebrow and already knowing the answer. "Nooooo." His younger daughter trailed off not looking her father in the eye. Sabrina cackled at her sister's bad acting. Chibs pretend to wipe his face to hide his smirk. "How abou' we split one?" He compromised and picked up a shortbread from the Santa platter the girls had piled them on. Tilly nodded eagerly and held out her little plastic Disney Inside Out Joy dessert plate. Chibs broke the cookie in two pieces as even as he could and set one half on her plate and the other on his red Elmo face plate. "Daddy! Your hat!" Sabrina exclaimed realizing Chibs had taken it off at some point without them noticing. He reached up and felt his head. "Oh no! It's gone!" He cried, faking shock. "Someone stole it!" He shout, so clearly upset at this revelation. Tilly started frantically looking behind the plushies and lifting plates up as if the rainbow striped pinwheel hat would be hiding under them. Brina searched in the nearest toy chest, suspicious. The last two times the hat went missing, that's where it was. She slammed the lid shut hopelessly when her search came up empty. "Sissy, look'it!" Matilda ordered pointing a little index finger across the room. Chibs internally cringed and prayed the hat was destroyed by now. "Jamie, no!" Sabrina rushed the dog and began tugging the hat from him. He growled lightly and tugged back, wagging his tail and thinking she wanted to play. Unfortunately for the mutt, he'd done enough damage already that one more solid yank and the fabric seperated with an audible rrrrrrrip. The little girl flopped on her behind with a thump. "Bad dog!" She reprimanded him. Jameson spit out his half of the rainbow and whimpered, approaching the little girl and snuffling around her head. He licked her cheeks and she scrunched her shoulders, shrieking with laughter at his tickly whiskers and unable to stay mad at the innocent beast. "Wha's Daddy supposed to wear now? He needs a hat!" The young toddler declared before scurrying to the dress-up closet. Chibs whistled and called the dog off his daughter, her face having been slurped on enough. "Go lay down, ya mongrel." He chide goodnaturedly. He helped his daughter wipe her face off with a napkin. "I found a hat, Daddy!" Matilda proclaimed, emerging from the closet and holding something up triumphantly. Chibs face feel momentarily at the sight before changing his expression to something neutral. "Maybe no' tha' one, princess." He denied gently. The green plastic bowler hat was missing a chunk of hat and the white ribbon with four leaf clovers that usually wrapped around it was dangling over the edge of the rim like a graduation cap tassel. The little girl frowned and studied the hat. "I guess not." She agreed sadly and chucked it in the small trash bin between the girls' drawing tables. Seeing her sister on the verge of crying, Sabrina hurried over and ushered her back into the closet to help her find a more suitable hat. Y/N stood in the doorway watching her husband interact with their girls. Malcolm was quietly sucking on his thumb, head laying on her shoulder. It melt her heart every time she saw them all. Filip was always so good with his children and the girls had him wrapped around their little pinkies most of the time. He was stern when he needed to be, but honestly the girls were rarely brats. She swooned when she saw Matilda run to her father and hold up a plastic gold crown with colored jewel beads adorning it. Chibs gushed at how perfect the item was and scooped the girl up, standing her on his knees so she could place it on his head. Thrilled, Tilly set the crown atop his head and declared him king of the tea party. She hopped back to the carpeted floor as Sabrina joined her and the pair curtsied before their king. "Greetings, my liege." Chibs snapped his eyes up and found his wife and baby boy watching them from the doorway. A loving smile gracing Y/N's face. "Miladies," He addressed his daughters. "Look! Tis my Queen returned from her travels!" The girls curtsied to her. Y/N curtsied back with a soft giggle. "I do apologize for missing tea time. I needed to acquire more covers and a rash tincture for Prince Malcolm's royal fanny." Her daughters roared with laughter, falling to the floor in a pile of wiggly court jesters. The baby picked his head up and watched his big sisters before giggling sleepily. Chibs groaned as he stood. He pressed his hands to his lower back, leaning backwards to stretch his aching bones. He carefully skirt around the flopping sillies on the floor and held his hands out with wide eyes and big smile. "There's ma'boy!" He cheered. His smile threatened to split his face in two when he saw the baby boy excited to see him. Malcolm screeched and giggled, trying to fling himself from his mother's arms towards his father. "Hiya! Were ya good fer yer Mama?" He questioned in a voice he reserved for babies. "Didya go see Auntie Lyla? Was she filmin'?" He heard Y/N scoff as she fixed the little one's cotton shorts. "Ha! No. Say we didn't see any of that naughty stuff, Daddy." Y/N told her son to say knowing he'd just babble or blow a spit bubble instead. She looked to her husband as he kissed the light haired, blue-grey eyed bundle of joy all over his head and cheeks. "They were on lunch... brunch, I guess? when we got there. Everyone in robes, dirty bits hidden from innocent eyes." "Tha's a shame." Chibs joked earning a backhand on his free shoulder. He snickered and winked at Y/N before leaning in for a kiss. "Missed ya." He muttered against her lips. "Mm, you missed sleeping till noon." Y/N teased. "Tha', too." He agreed with a cheeky grin. "Daddy, can we go to the park?" Matilda asked, the girls' laughing fit having subsided finally. Chibs turned to his wife. Before Y/N could answer Malcolm started grunting, his face going red before the unpleasant sounds of a much needed diaper change filled their ears. "EEWWW!" The girls exclaimed, faces scrunched up in disgust. "We can go later, okay?" Y/N told them. "It's lunchtime now, then naptime." The girls started whining. "Hey, no whining." "No nap, no park." Chibs said, backing up his wife. The girls scowled, knowing it was too late to try to persuade him otherwise now that he showed he was with Mom. "Keep makin' tha' face an' it'll stick like tha'." He threatened, a sideways glance to Y/N who gave him a mischevious half-grin. "I'll ge' the lad changed an' down fer his nap." He told her, kissing her cheek. Y/N sighed softly, leaning into his lips. "Okay. We'll clean up in here and get lunch going." She decided, stepping aside to let the boys out of the room. "Come along, ya wee bug. We'll get a fresh nappie, read tha' book abou' a wee mouse an' a biscuit, play some o' tha' Celtic lullaby music ya love, an' have a bit o' dreamin'. Sound good?" Chibs spoke softly to his son as he moved down the hallway to the baby's room. Y/N turned to her daughters, taking out her phone and snapping a picture of the dressed up pair before smiling at them. "Shall we have chicken fingers for lunch?" She quiered. The girls nod enthusiastically. "Anything else?" "Neeps an' tatties!" Chibs called down the hallway. Y/N rolled her eyes, but the girls were already getting more excited. The girls loved her homemade mashed potatoes and turnips. "Alright, then. I think we have some mash leftover from dinner." She sighed. "Start cleaning and I'll get the chicken in the oven." She told the girls. "Okay, Mama!" They agreed as she turned and made her way to the kitchen. Once the food was warming up, she was jotting something down on the grocery list on the counter when the sounds in her house distracted her. Sabrina and Matilda were giggling with each other, toys and make believe sets were clattering here and there as the siblings no doubt were throwing everything haphazardly into random toy chests, the rumbles of Chibs' Scottish brogue float down the hallway as he read a bedtime story to their baby, and the sounds of yipping and collar tags jingling were heard from the living room as Jameson dreamed of chasing squirrels. Y/N breathed deeply and sighed, content. This was her favorite thing in the world. The sounds of home.

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ryttu3k · 3 years

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Finishing up SoNY, ‘bad’ end and final thoughts!

But first, the early game over.

Wow, she just gets shot. Not even slurped? That’s rude as hell XD;;

And on to the ‘bad’ end!

Beginning is much the same, ofc.

“You’re too in love with weaving a good story and establishing a seductive narrative to let facts get in the way.” Foreshadowing for the ‘good’ end, maybe?

God that Embrace scene gives me literal goosebumps.

Alright! Last time I did Danse Macabre and Retributive Justice, let’s try The Risks of Swiping Right!

lmao god I’d eat this guy too. Back to the ghost club! That legitimately is a really neat scene. ...Ooh yes so that’s where the girl was from.

Panhard just lowkey dying at the mental image of Katherine Weise in a fast food restaurant is so good.

The sweet scene between Julia and Dakota hits a bit different after the ‘good’ end XD;;

Went to the park, reminisced, and helped out the guy. That was sweet ;_; High-humanity Julia, this time!

‘Fairy God Mother?’ is great but ‘Vin Diesel?’ is objectively the funnier response.

“Shining even more brightly than usual, Aisling.” Samira got a cru-ush~

Poor Julie. It’s probably been tough without Sophie around :(

Huh. Interestingly, refusing to lie to Mia results in Julia actually feeling genuine loyalty to the Cammies (for now, at least).

Believing Agathon is still alive = more optimistic = different dialogue! See, this is how you make choices have consequences, game!

Oooh boy time to meet Adelaide XD;;

“She uncrosses her legs in a strangely seductive motion. In her mind’s eye, it probably looked like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, but in reality, it had all the grace of a tracksuit Slav squatting.” *snickering*

Fight me, Adelaide >:(

‘sup Nastya. Went with the slightly less disruptive routine here XD Huh, she’s an aspiring DJ! Julia is deeply confused as to how being a DJ and being head of security works together.

lmao Julia referring to Hope as a girlboss. That phrase has lost all meaning to me...

The conversation between Julia and Father Leonard is still really interesting. Man, you know who I want Julia to talk to? Anatole. Interesting insights into balancing being queer Catholic vampires there for sure.

lmao oh my god I want to fight this street reporter.

‘I can almost feel my brain losing its wrinkles.’ *snort*

Yeaghhhh the Abyss bit is still so creepy...

Oops. Being honest regarding Tamika and Torque’s relationships gets a fail :(

Oh, or not XD That works! Also, uh, apparently the giant albino ghoul alligator is real, according to New York by Night. He’s Calebros’ pet.

“Because I think I have a pretty good nose for people’s auras. And when I take a good look at you... ...somehow, I have a feeling you’re a surprisingly decent person. Whatever way of unlife you choose, I hope you don’t change it. And that you remember my advice.” :)

“I know.” Oof.

“Hi.” “WAAAH!” lmao sorry Princess XD;; Just trying to imagine Qadir’s face as he tells Julia to find a 1990 glass statue of Scrooge McDuck... dying...

Oh she’s so a Toreador XD Low art options are a fantasy book, an anime DVD, or a video game... those can all be arty, though! And went with the anime DVD called ‘Ririsu no Daibouken’... that translates to ‘Adventures of Lilith’. How on the nose XD “The cover says ‘Lilith’s Carnal Carnival’.” Oh. Yeah, that’d do it XD

“This 90s original video anime presents us with a tale of five big-bosomed samurai warriors travelling through America in search of General Hastavista, The Incubus King. Don’t let all the titillation misguide you: the main draws here are peerless direction, a nearly avant-garde editing rhythm and dialogue that coyly comments on traditional gender roles in anime. Once you see the animation in the final battle, you’ll understand why it never fails to set a sakuga fan’s heart ablaze!”

She’s my new favourite.

“So can I know your name now?”

“Hmmm... Let me think...

No. <3″

I need to stress that the heart appears in the dialogue box. Like. The actual less-than-three heart.

Didn’t investigate the rat this time, so Qadir did and I die. “Glad you’re alright, little guy.” Qadir...

Still not over the drunk blood doll rats.

Kaiser’s still a goddamn creep and this time Julia is not going too far. She still has her humanity, dammit. Final set of traits:

Loyal to the end

Glass half-full

Not into a bad cop schtick

Honesty is the best policy

No more human, still humane

Onwards to the ‘bad’ end! Oops, and Dakota still did the Single White Female thing XD;;

Man I’m still really curious who the ‘good friend’ is!!

Okay! Time for end game!!

So that’s the good friend, huh? “Let me phrase it differently, then. You’re not Ecaterina the Wise, the Agitator of Prague, a Brujah elder causing turbulences all over the world... are you?”

Mention of Christof! Mention of Christof doing shady shit :| Poor Hana.

“An immigrant from Eastern Europe comes to New York City, takes the position she always expected to find herself in, is molded into someone who is no longer herself.”

Julia and Dakota representing Carthage is kind of neat.

I want to say the mention of St Jude is a reference, but I’m not sure what to XD;; Is that from Redemption? Christof could have been the one to tell Hana that.

“Like a two-person human centipede loop or something. An Ouroburos? Or an, uhh, Mobius strip?” No, that’s the other traditionally Sabbat clan XD

That‘s. That’s a hell of a reconciliation XD “Yeah, let’s give it a try. By the way I’m on the run for my unlife, want to go to California and try to find utopia?”

Julia, wear a fucking mask XD

“Hey.”

“Yeah?“

“Do you love me?”

“... Of course I do. For now, at least.”

I still don’t know if I love her. Or even if I can love anyone, for that matter. I’m a fucking monster, after all. I don’t even know if we’ll exist next month. The prospects are not looking good. But although I can’t see myself in the rearview mirror right now...

...I will remember this image of us leaving the city, somewhat melancholic, and somewhat hopeful, forever. And maybe the meaning of this image will be clarified with time. Or maybe I will just force a more positive description on it, and that is what I’ll believe.

No matter what happens... even if oceans of blood lie before us, I will make this a cherished memory.

Whatever possible salvation still remains for me... ...it probably lies in the eyes of another.

Oh dang I have chills.

So the ‘bad’ ending is about the subverted compromise. Julia resigns herself to letting the compromise about the truth of Callihan’s death go ahead. ‘Catherine’ is a walking compromise to hide the Ecaterina’s real deeds. But while Hana is still stuck in her role for now, Julia refuses to accept the compromise she’s made, both the one relating to the investigation and the compromise she made of her own views and morals. It might blow up in her face, yeah. But damn, she’s going to try.

So, final thoughts! For the sake of completion, this is what I said about Coteries:

And of course this is the part where the game all falls apart :-\

Just… god. This is probably the biggest problem with CoNY, and the reason I didn’t bother getting it until it was like… 60% off. The bulk of the game is great - the writing is intriguing, the design is stunning. But the choices themselves are so limited it’s barely worth even getting it at 60% off!

You have three choices of characters, with their own opening chapters and own individual scenes with their touchstones. You have four choices of coterie members, and three sidequests. You can probably get in at least three full story arcs and a sidequest or two, but you’re only ever limited to two of your coterie members showing up at the not-yet-endgame.

So let’s say you decide to play all three protags, which, indeed, is encouraged (there’s an achievement for it). You are going to repeat coterie arcs and side quests, because there simply aren’t enough for three unique playthroughs.

And then you get to the end and literally everything is scripted. You get attacked by the SI. You get rescued by your two coterie members (and then never see them again, despite the game being called Coteries of New York). You meet Torque, you escape the SI, Sophie reveals her plan to Torque, you go to Ellis Island, Adelaide kills Sophie (and despite the fact that you’re given multiple options there, none of them work), Arturo does his spiel, end of game. You don’t even get to choose between ending up blood bound or going “no fuck you” and at least dying with a bit of dignity!

I just. I really want to like it, and there genuinely is a lot there to like! But uuuugh the ending. Like damn at least give the poor protag the option to choose what happens to them!

Anyway. Not sure what’s next. To get all the achievements, you have to finish with all three protags, so that’s three full runs and a lot of repetitiveness (compare to, say, Bloodlines or Night Road. I have eighty-five hours on Night Road and there’s still stuff I haven’t seen!), so I can’t even just… rush it through up to the meeting with the touchstones on the third play. Nope. Gotta finish it :-\

Final rating: 6/10

8/10 characters, 9/10 atmosphere, 8/10 story aside from ending, 3/10 story ending, 2/10 replayability. Final consensus: get it on major sale if you can, otherwise, you might as well just watch an LP. I might do that instead of doing a third run, although I at least want to do a second.

I ended up revising that 6/10 to 5.5/10 after finishing all runs and getting the achievements just out of how goddamn repetitive it was. So, how does Shadows measure up?

Absolutely continued with all the things I enjoyed about CoNY (characters, atmosphere, and writing), and of the bits I hated (cookie cutter protagonists, lack of real choice, repetitiveness, the godawful ending), every single part has been completely improved.

Instead of three fledglings so similar they even have the same internal thoughts, we have Julia, who’s got such a distinct voice that she becomes the most memorable game protag I’ve seen in years, and I’m including non-VtM games in this. This is absolutely her game, and it’s just... absolutely fascinating to read and watch.

Related - actual real choices. There are five key choices that determine the ending, and every single one has actual consequence in-game. You get different dialogue. Different introspection. Different philosophies. And this carries across - if Julia believes Agathon is alive, she’s more optimistic about her relationship with Dakota, too. And of course, both endings are completely distinct and incredibly written - the ‘good’ ending where Julia gives in to her most Lasombra instincts, plays the game, wins it, gets power and respect at the expense of her humanity and avoiding all those wraiths... or the ‘bad’ ending when she listens to her morals, reconciles with Dakota, and leaves for California, uncertain, but hopeful.

Not a lot of repetitiveness. Yes, by design, you’ll probably do two playthroughs. The main plot is much the same, but there are enough options there to get multiple dialogue options and stuff. And for the little sidequests, you can actually get all in with just the two playthroughs, only repeating like... two, I think. Still, I wasn’t feeling actively bored like I was midway through my second run of CoNY!

Loved seeing more in-depth backstory and development for the coterie members. Agathon’s section was particularly fascinating, literally getting into his head.

And just. Atmosphere and music is so, so good.

Final rating: 9/10. Thank you, Draw Distance, you hit it out of the park.

#vampire the masquerade #vtm shadows of new york #ry plays sony

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quickspinner · 4 years

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Motorcycle Fairy Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

I was planning on just a two part story, but it’s gonna be three. Motorcycle Fairy isn’t on AO3 yet, I’ll post it as a chapter of I’ll Never Not Know You when all the parts are complete.

It was a really nice day, Luka reflected as he sat on the bench outside of the shop, playing his guitar. The remains of his lunch sat beside him. He let his eyes fall closed, lost in the music, enjoying the breeze that ruffled his hair.

“Luka!”

Luka jumped slightly, the song cutting off inelegantly. He looked up and saw Marinette standing there with her hands over her mouth and an expression of horror. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped. “I just—we were listening and it was so pretty, and then I saw your face and I was surprised—I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”

“Marinette!” Luka scrambled to his feet and shrugged out of the strap of his guitar. “Hey, how’ve you been? Oh, uh, don’t worry about it, I’m just on my break and I was just messing around, you really didn’t interrupt anything.”

She relaxed a little, her shoulders coming down from her ears and her hands coming down from her mouth, and his attention was much too focused on that mouth when she spoke again. “It sounded great, though, what you were playing.”

“Well...thanks,” he grinned, moving his gaze quickly back up to her eyes. “Glad to see you back. I saw the helmet on your Instagram, by the way, it looked sick.”

“I’m surprised you remember me,” Marinette hunched her shoulders slightly again. She had on shorts today, pink with a white flowy top, and her hair done in pigtails, like in the picture she’d shown him, only longer.

“Of course, your art was really fantastic,” Luka said, not even really knowing what he was saying. “I really wanted to see the finished picture so I’ve been following your Instagram, and you had a lot of cool stuff on there, so...yeah, I remembered.” God, just kill him.

“Ah, yes, my little Marinetta is so talented,” said the older woman standing beside her, putting her hands on Marinette’s shoulders and squeezing. “The new helmet was a lovely surprise.”

Marinette beamed up at her. “Luka, this is my grandmother Gina Dupain. Grandma, this is Luka, he’s the one who helped me out last time.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mme Dupain,” Luka offered his hand.

“Call me Gina,” the grey haired woman smiled, shaking it. “Well, we won’t disturb your break, my dear, we just came to do a little shopping. I am taking my little Marinetta to Le Mans with me.” Gina put her arm around Marinette’s shoulders and smiled at her affectionately. “We need to get her some equipment so that my fairy will be safe and comfortable for the ride.”

“I’m actually just about due back, so let me clean up here and I’ll meet you inside.” Luka smiled at Marinette, trying to pretend his heart wasn’t trying its best to escape his chest. “We’ll get you all set.”

The ladies went inside and Luka scrambled to clean up the rest of his lunch quickly. He zipped up his guitar, reminding himself to breathe. He was at work and there was no way he was going to let the butterflies in his stomach keep him from doing his job. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, blowing out a slightly frustrated breath. Sure she was cute and sweet and talented and he’d maybe been nursing a small (maybe not so small anymore) crush since she came in the first time and maybe he’d daydreamed once or twice about what he’d do or say if she ever came in again, but this was his job and this was real life and Michel trusted him to not screw this up, so he was going to go in there and at least pretend that he had himself together.

She was the same girl who had knocked over his displays and chattered nervously the last time she was here. Before he knew that in addition to being cute and sweet, she was a video game champion, a creative genius who rubbed elbows with rock stars, and a savvy marketer for her fashion business. On top of that she still made time to decorate cookies with her dad, promote her friends’ accomplishments, and plant trees for community projects.

Not that he’d been stalking her social media or anything. He just...followed her. And noticed when she put up new things. She was just so interesting and her projects were amazing...

Luka shook his head at himself and picked up his guitar. Okay. I can get through this without sounding like a stalker or a perv.

Michel was already talking to Gina when Luka made it inside. “—and my Marinetta says your boy was so kind to help her last time,” Gina was saying. “And that you had a bigger stock of materials for women than the other shops she visited.”

“Yes ma’am,” Michel nodded with grave politeness. “It’s certainly our goal to make sure we have everything our customers need—all our customers.”

“I will have to let my club know about this place,” Gina remarked.

“And with those words, your grandma just won Michel’s heart forever,” Luka leaned over Marinette’s shoulder to murmur. She giggled, and he grinned. “I’ll be right back, just let me drop my guitar in the back.”

“Take your time,” she said, reaching up to pat his shoulder. “We’re not in a hurry.”

Luka blushed all the way to the back, and felt like a fool for it. Thankfully Jean was nowhere in sight. Luka suspected Michel had sent him on break as soon as the women walked in. He stashed his guitar and practically jogged back to the front of the store.

“Okay, I’m all yours,” he said, hopefully not too breathlessly, and wanted to kick himself. “What can I help you find?” he tried instead.

“Oh, um…” Marinette glanced at Gina, but she was still talking to Michel. “Um, well I have a helmet, but Grandma said I needed riding boots? And glasses. And a jacket with padding?”

“Okay, we can do that,” Luka smiled. “Boots are probably easiest, we only have a few kinds for women, so there’s not as much to pick from. We have about eight thousand different kinds of glasses,” he rolled his eyes but grinned back at her when she giggled. “Should we wait for Gina, or…”

Marinette shook her head. “It’s fine, she’ll come find us. She’s very chatty, so she might be a while.”

“Okay, then, right this way,” he touched her arm with the tips of his fingers and indicated the direction with his other hand. “So, Le Mans, huh?”

“Yes, Grandma’s club is racing and she said she has to—how did she put it—” Marinette put her nose in the air and said in an affected Italian accent, “Nonna Gina will teach these young idiots why they should respect their elders!”

Luka laughed a little harder than he should have as he gestured toward the shelf with their display models. “So your choices are a little limited, like I said, but you can go with the ankle boot or the taller ones, that’ll probably come up to about—” He looked down at her legs and then paused and ripped his gaze away. “Um, a little below the knee? Maybe a little higher on you because you’re—”

“Short?” Marinette finished with a giggle.

“Yeah,” Luka grinned sheepishly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s a fact,” Marinette shrugged. “I’ve accepted it. I’m taller than my mom, at least, but on the height front it looks like the Cheng blood won out over the Dupain.” She grinned.

“They do look a bit of an odd couple,” Luka chuckled. “Adorable though. I saw them on your Insta too. It looked like there was a lot of love there.”

Marinette’s grin widened. “There really is. So do you have a recommendation?”

“I like the taller boots when I ride,” Luka shrugged, “More protection is always good, plus you’re less likely to accidentally burn yourself on the exhaust.”

“Ooh, good point,” Marinete said, wincing in a way that made Luka think she had experience with that hazard.

“Oh, we do have one mid-calf model, that’s new,” Luka pointed to it. “Some women prefer to wear the men’s boots, so we have more options in those, but to be honest I don’t think they’re going to come small enough for you.”

They discussed it a little further, and then Marinette picked out a couple of options. She took a pair of socks—knee socks, as it turned out—out of her purse and Luka made the mistake of watching her pull them on and up her leg. Marinette flashed him a smile in the middle of his internal meltdown that didn’t help at all.

Even worse, the stiff new leather gave her some trouble and Luka had to get down on one knee to help her get the boots on, trying desperately not to touch her any more than necessary. “Thanks,” she sighed when her foot was finally in the first one. He helped her get the second option on her other foot, and held her hand to steady her as she walked back and forth with them, a little wobbly as one had a thicker heel than the other. She picked one and then he had to help her get the wrong one off (professional, he promised Michel he’d be professional) and put on the mate of the one she’d picked. Marinette walked carefully back and forth in them and Luka folded his arms, bringing one hand up over his mouth and praying he wasn’t too obvious.

“What do you think?” Marinette asked, turning to look at the boot in the mirror. It was nearly knee-high on her as he predicted, a black harness boot with pink hardware all the way up one side for lacing and a rugged rather than decorative sole and heel. It had enough height in the heel for her to ride comfortably, but not enough to cause her any trouble.

I think you’re going to be so hot all geared up, Luka groaned in his head. “I think you’ll need to wear them for a bit and break them in, but other than that—are they comfortable? Because they look great on you.” That wasn’t too much, right? Still professional.

“They feel pretty good,” she said thoughtfully. “The size feels right. They’re a little stiff, but they don’t rub anywhere weird.”

Luka was saved from having to reply to that by Gina descending on them. She made Marinette walk in them again, cooed over her “fairy” until Marinette was red-faced and Luka was trying not to laugh at her. “You can keep them on while we find the rest of your gear if you want,” Luka suggested. “That way you can walk around in them a bit, make sure they’re still comfortable.” Marinette gave him an excited smile and did a little eager bounce and Luka maybe died just a little bit.

It actually didn’t take too long for Marinette to pick a pair of glasses; she went straight for a chrome and pink pair with rhinestones along the top and mirrored lenses, and she looked so adorable with them and so pleased with herself that Luka couldn’t help his grin. While Gina teased her about her pink addiction, Luka slipped away into the racks and came back with a mesh padded jacket that had pink panels with reflective piping in the front and back and down the arms. Marinette squealed and nearly hugged him as Gina laughed. Marinette put on the jacket and zipped it up. Gina checked the padding placement with the air of experience, and asked Luka for the next size down. He brought it and this time Gina nodded in satisfaction.

Nearly vibrating with excitement, Marinette put on her new glasses and checked herself out in the mirror. “How do I look?” she giggled, turning toward him. With her pink shorts and pigtails she looked more like a poster model than an actual biker, but even so—

“You look amazing,” he told her, maybe more honestly than he should have. “Would you mind if I took your picture for our social media page?” He looked at Gina. “I’m sure Michel told you we’re looking to expand our female clientele.”

“It is Marinetta’s decision,” Gina said with an indifferent shrug, “I have no objections if she does not.”

With Marinette’s permission, he took her picture and then a picture of her and Gina together.

“You’re adorable,” he chuckled absently as he posted the pictures.

“Adorable?” Marinette repeated, deflating slightly, and Luka flushed. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. So much for professional, although...that didn’t seem to be what was bothering her. As cute as she was she probably got that all the time, he realized, glancing at her pouting face. Adorable probably wasn’t what a lady wanted to hear when she was decked out in motorcycle gear for the first time.

Luka glanced at her and then at Gina, who had gotten distracted again. Then he leaned over slightly to look pointedly at Marinette’s new boots, hugging the curve of her calf. He met Marinette’s eyes.

“I’m working,” he told her, lowering his voice a little, “So I’m just going to say the gear suits you. But...change the hair and get some skinny jeans and I guarantee everybody else will use a different word.” He grinned at her and went back to his phone and Marinette giggled, blushing.

“You can go ahead and tag me,” Marinette said, tipping her glasses up and peeking over—or rather around—his shoulder. “Grandma too.” She dictated Gina’s handle and then pulled out her own phone. “That should help get people from Grandma’s club to check it out. Will you take a selfie with me for mine?”

Luka was more than willing to put his face next to hers and smile as she flashed her peace sign at the camera.

“All right, let’s check you out—get you checked out,” Luka corrected quickly, shaking his head. “Unless there was anything else you needed?”

“Um, I don’t think so,” Marinette said, sounding both thoughtful and maybe a little disappointed. Or maybe that was just him.

“Okay, well follow me and I’ll get everything rung up,” Luka said, tipping his head toward the counter. “You want me to package it up or do you want to wear it out?”

“I can do that?” Marinette asked, eyes wide.

Luka shrugged and smiled. “It’s all yours once it’s paid for, so why not?”

Marinette leaned her elbows on the counter, admiring her purchases.

“So,” Luka said, glancing at her as he started going through the pile. “I gotta ask, what’s it like working for Jagged Stone?”

Marinette’s head shot up and a blush bloomed on her face. “How did you—oh, right, I gave you my—so you saw the—um, yeah.” She laughed awkwardly, reaching up to fidget with one pigtail. “It’s, um...it’s an experience?”

“High maintenance?” Luka grinned.

“So high maintenance,” Marinette groaned. “Oh, it’s embarrassing to admit it, but my first try bombed completely. It’s a long story but I basically got assigned to be his gopher for the day and he was bound and determined that he wanted those glasses and nothing I could find was good enough and so finally I was like forget it, he’s impossible I’m just going to make them myself and...and…” She spread her hands.

“And now you’re friends with a rock star,” Luka laughed. “That’s awesome, Marinette.” He shook his head. “You must be incredibly patient as well as talented.”

“Oh...I…” She looked down at the counter, tracing a line of the grain with her finger. “I’m just...I like people. I like making people happy. I guess I’m a people pleaser.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing,” Luka commented as Gina came up to the counter.

“Well, sometimes—“ Marinette cut off and bit her lip and looked at the total on Luka’s screen. “Grandma, are you sure—”

“Hush, Marinetta,” was all Gina said, and Marinette just sighed with a fond smile.

“Thank you, Grandma.”

Luka gave Gina her receipt, and she immediately went back to whatever debate she’d been having with Michel. Luka looked at Marinette. “Well, you want to wear it?”

Marinette nodded eagerly and Luka chuckled, pulling out his pocket knife. He cut the tags off of the jacket and Marinette slipped it back on and zipped it up. Then she pressed her lips together for a moment before reaching up to pull her pigtails out. She retied her hair in a low ponytail over one shoulder instead as Luka cut the tags off her glasses and peeled away the protective plastic. “Better?” she asked. She took the glasses Luka handed her and slid them on.

“Well—” Luka glanced over at Gina and Michel, and leaned over, settling his elbows on the counter and speaking low. “I’m still working, but...ask any guy on the street and I think you’re going to get the answer you’re looking for.” He winked at her and Marinette grinned, looking pleased as she tilted the glasses up onto her head.

“So I’m guessing you’re not racing,” Luka said, straightening up and sweeping the tags into the trash. He came around the counter and crouched next to her to cut the tags off of the boots she was still wearing.

“No, definitely not,” Marinette laughed. “I’m just going to cheer Grandma on. And, you know, get out in the fresh air, have some fun. The races are open to the public,” Marinette added brightly as Luka straightened up and folded his knife. “It’s a big fundraiser and recruitment event for them actually, so it’s kind of a big party. I’m sure there will be plenty for me to do. Have you ever been there? To the track I mean?”

“The Bugatti Circuit? Yeah, a couple times for different things,” Luka replied, tucking the knife back in his pocket and leaning one elbow on the counter. “It’s a cool place, I’ve stayed at the campground nearby a few times. Great place to see some really cool bikes and cars, if you’re into that kind of thing. Most people who come to stay there are there for the tracks so they all have crazy machines.”

“Oh, that’s good to know,” Marinette exclaimed. “I don’t know much about cars but I bet I could get some amazing inspiration there.” She pouted a little. “I kind of wish my friends were going,” she whispered, glancing back to where Gina and Michel were chatting. “Grandma will be in the races and I’ll be stuck on my own. It’d be nice to be there with someone, especially someone who knew their way around.” Her eyes widened slightly and she blushed as she added in a rush, “I’m good at making friends though, I’ll find someone to hang out with.”

“No doubt,” Luka said, glancing over at Gina with a slight frown. He was sure Marinette wouldn’t lack for company and the idea of her being on her own made his big brother bone itch. So he told himself, anyway. “Just be safe, okay? You never know who’s going to show up at an event like that. People get a little bit of alcohol in them and they start acting stupid.”

“I’m a good judge of character,” Marinette smiled. “I know how to stay out of trouble. Besides, I may be adorable,” she rolled her eyes. “But I’m not helpless.”

You’re a snack and guys are going to be lining up like there’s only one vending machine, Luka thought grimly, but he kept his pleasant expression. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you, Marinette? It looks like you’re all set.” He put one hand on the boot box that now carried her street shoes and slid it closer to her.

“Oh,” Marinette blinked, like she’d forgotten why she was there. “Oh, no, I think that’s everything. I, um...thanks, Luka.” She picked up the box slowly, and her blue eyes were soft when she looked up at him. “Really, thank you. I was super nervous about coming to a place like this last time and you really made it easy, and today too, and I just...I’m grateful.”

Luka could feel his cheeks reddening. “I didn’t do anything special,” he shrugged, “A customer’s a customer, right? That’s Michel’s policy.” She made an affirmative noise and looked down and Luka knew he couldn’t just leave it at that. “But...I’m really glad I met you, Marinette. You’re a cool person. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime, just...around or whatever.”

His eyes skimmed over Marinette’s head as he resisted the urge to ruffle his hair, and found Gina watching him with slightly narrowed eyes. Luka didn’t react outwardly; he wasn’t doing anything wrong and he didn’t care if she knew he thought Marinette was cute. Really, he’d managed to get out of this encounter so far without embarrassing himself too badly or letting Michel down too much, so he was counting it a win. He forced himself to look back at Marinette though and smile.

“Maybe I will see you around sometime,” Marinette said, suddenly not quite meeting his eyes either, and Luka’s pulse spiked. “Like you said, you never know who might show up at an event, right? Who knows, maybe I’ll be going to more events now that I’m all geared up for it.” She grinned and put her glasses back on. They did nothing to hide her suddenly flaming blush. “Well...bye Luka. Thanks again!”

She nearly tripped in her sudden hurry to get out of the shop. Laughing, Gina caught her arm and said something quietly to her before glancing back at Luka and sending one more smile and a “Ciao, dear!” at Michel.

“What did I tell you?” Michel said with satisfaction. “Good customer service is never wasted.”

“Yeah,” Luka said with a smiling sigh. “You told me.” Man, what he wouldn’t give to be in Le Mans next weekend.

It’d be nice to be there with someone, especially someone who knew their way around.

No...no, he couldn’t. That was crazy. No way she’d meant it the way he suddenly wanted to hear it.

Like you said, you never know who might show up at an event, right?

Luka shook his head and went back to work. No. No way. He wasn’t that lucky. He’d really look like a stalker if he showed up in Le Mans, two hours away, on a couple of vague hints that he was probably reading too much into.

The next time he had a quiet moment, Luka pulled up Marinette’s Instagram. There was the selfie of the two of them together. The caption read, Gearing up for the trip to Le Mans next weekend! Had a great experience at Michel’s Motor Gear. The owner Michel is awesome and Luka took great care of me! Super patient, very professional, and soooo nice! AND he plays awesome guitar! #great shop #great service #great guy

Luka put his head down in his arms on the counter and whined. He was doomed. Worse, he wasn’t going to be able wipe the dumb grin off his face for hours.

He was still grinning stupidly at the picture when Michel walked by.

“Boss,” Luka said absently, not looking up from his phone. “Can I have Saturday off?”

Michel saw the picture in his hand and frowned. “I don’t think I approve of dating customers.”

“Fair,” Luka agreed, the dopey grin not budging a millimeter. “I quit.”

Michel stood stunned for a moment and then sighed. “Of course. I forgot for a moment you’re Anarka’s boy.” He chewed his mustache for a moment. “Ah, you don’t have to quit. I was watching, I know you’ve acted like a pro. As long as you ask her out on your own time, got it?”

“Yeah. So, Saturday? I’m thinking about a day trip to Le Mans.”

Michel sighed. “Fine, take the weekend. Get it out of your system before Monday.”

Luka snorted softly. “No promises.”

#quickspins #motorcycle fairy #i'll never not know you #lukanette #i am lukanette trash i admit it #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculousladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml fics #meet-cute

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ai-katsuu · 4 years

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Forgotten Nightmares (2/3)

chapters: 1 2 3

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“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Goldie asked.

“Yeah, I used to come to these parts all the time, but I never quite made it past the Yeti’s in the area,” Audrey said as she moved past a glacier, “Well neither did Frost.” she mumbled.

“If even Frost didn’t make it past them then how safe are we?” Snow questioned as she dug her foot out from the large pile of...well, snow.

“It’s October,” Briar explained, “I read that they hibernate this time around in preparation to help Santa Claus for Christmas!” Briar was leading the pack, as she was the one with the most stamina.

“I really hope I’m on the Nice List,” Gwen breathed out, a little tired, “I didn’t know what I was doing when I ate those Elvish cookies. They get scary.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to get my gifts this year!” Peter, who was having the easiest time, floated above them. Gwen frowned at this action.

“Please, you probably hold the record for the naughty list, almost tied with Frost probably..” Audrey said.

Gretel wasn’t listening to the conversation as she looked at her own device. It was a small, black, brick like device that had several green circles around it’s glass portion. There was a green line that went around the circle and another tiny green dot that itched her mind. When Audrey took a look at it before, she told her to call it a GPS device. Gretel wasn’t sure what that meant but she liked the name.

“Whatcha looking at?” Peter stooped down to her level.

“I think somethings wrong,” she mumbled.

Peter took in a sharp amount of air, “Yeesh, I wasn’t gonna say anything about your coat, but agreed. I’ll chuck it over the next mountain we pass.”

“What? No.” she frowned, “I’m talking about the F7, something’s not right.” the rest of the group had their attention caught and they listened in.

“You see this orange dot?” Gretel pointed at the screen, “That’s supposed to be the town they’re in. This green dot is them, more specifically Pino.” she pointed to the dot all the way opposite to the screen.

“Wow, you keep a tracker on your boyfriend?” Goldie cocked her head.

Gretel frowned at her, “No, I just gave one to him in case something went wrong, it is their first mission after all.”

“Wait so, why aren’t they at the village?” Snow asked.

“That’s the weird thing, I checked ten minutes ago and they were there, and when I just saw now it’s as if they were transported all the way over to the opposite side of Fairy Tale Island.”

“You think they’re in danger?” Briar held her hands to her chest.

“I don’t know...but I don’t like this.” she responded.

Audrey nodded, “We should go check on them.”

Gwen agreed, “If they’re fine, then we can just go back home if ever. We don’t even have to let them see us. ”

The rest of the group agreed to the plan. The group took a large amount of snow and melted it to water, so that Audrey could make a slide that would freeze the water, making the trip down easier.

On the other side, The Fearless Seven had just woken up. The first thing they did was look at their skin.

“Are we burnt?!” Jack looked at his hands. Unfortunately, they were tied to their backs, and their ankles were restrained as well.

“No,” Hans confirmed as he looked over his shoulder, “But those were definitely flames.”

Arthur took a look at their surroundings, it was a very large, empty, almost sewer-like, circular room. They couldn’t even see the ceiling of the room as it was probably a dome.

They were all against the wall as there was only one ray of light in the center of the room. Merlin looked up and saw that there was a window at the top of the dome, “So we weren’t out for that long…”

“Your resistance is strong..I’ll give you guys that.” a silky male voice echoed through the room.

“Who are you?” Merlin asked.

“Oh, how I used to be known by many,” a warm draft of wind passed by them, “I used to scare the hearts out of children and adults. I sent people of all ages to therapy, depression, and trauma. What a wonderful time that was.” they could hear the sounds of hooves clopping through the walls, “But alas, my legend faded into time, I was forgotten. The deal was sealed when you seven began restoring hope in the citizens of...Fairy Tale Island.” he said mockingly.

“Finally, we can all put an end to this.”

Something ran its way down the Fearless Seven’s spines. They began to sweat, hunch their shoulders and shook as they pressed their backs to the wall as much as they could. They had long forgotten who this was but nightmares and all their fears came running back from childhood, stories told by their elders when they saw who stepped out of the shadows.

A top of the black horse that had bloodshot eyes, was a man gigantic in height and muffled in a black cloak. On his side was the scabbard said to hold the sword sharper than Excalibur. They could not see his head, for he had none as blood trickled down his neck.

Pino almost threw up in his mouth as he shook in fear, ‘I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Why didn’t I remember sooner-’

“Scared, puppet boy?!” a flaming pumpkin head came close to Pino and smiled maniacally. It let out a mocking laugh before looking at him seriously. “Your father used to be terrified of me as a young boy. Shaking outside of his father’s shop because he refused to walk in the woods late at night. What a delightful sight that was for me.”

“Don’t you dare talk about Papa like that!” Noki yelled furiously.

“Or what?!” The head quickly turned to him, “You’ll lie to me? Again and again and again?”

Noki was about to yell something back at him before he took a glance at Arthur and Merlin. In all the five years he had known them, he had never seen their faces in that expression. Their terrified sweaty faces told him one thing,

“Don’t be stupid.”

“That’s what I thought,” the head backed away. “And you? Got anything else to say?” He turned to Kio. He merely kept quiet and stared at him.

“You’re the...” Merlin swallowed, “The Headless Horseman…” his voice came out much more shaky than he wanted it to be. Nevertheless, he continued, “You were the one person who everyone feared. You were beyond a nightmare...until today’s Golden Age-”

“That’s right, you son of a bitch!” the Headless Horseman yelled. “It was you seven who began fixing this Island’s problems. It was a joy for me when you all had suddenly gone missing, then little by little, one by one, you began resurfacing.” the head floated back to its body, it’s left arm held it by its side. “My story is so old that my letter fooled you into thinking Sleepy Hollow was actually in Fairy Tale Island. New York is a sham now…” he mumbled.

“You wrote that letter?” Jack spoke and immediately regretted it as soon as he did.

“Of course, beanstalk. I was surprised how easy it was to bring you, idiots, here. Once I decapitate all of you at midnight, soon the townspeople will be singing the song as old as time, just in time for Halloween. Come now,

When ghosts have a midnight jamboree

They break it up with fiendish glee

Ghosts are bad but the one that’s cursed

Is the Headless Horseman, he’s the worst!”

The Headless Horseman laughed as he sang around the room. The F7, smart enough not to talk to each other, began formulating any sort of plan to escape, but all routes just seemed to lead to doom. He continued to sing as his horse trotted around:

“When he goes a-jogging across the land

Holding his noggin in his hand

Demons take one look and groan

And hit the road for parts unknown”

“Ah how I miss this melody!” he yelled out, “There’s-”

“There’s no fright like a spook that’s spurned,”

“They don’t like him and he’s really burnt,”

“Swears to the longest day he’s dead,”

“He’ll show them that he can get a head.”

Voices echoed from the top of the dome. For a moment, the F7 saw the Headless Horseman in disbelief before he got angry.

“Who’s there?!”

#red shoes movie #red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #red shoes #rsatsd #rsat7d

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rayesketchit42 · 4 years

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When you befriend the king part 1.

“A Deal Made.”

Oc Fic| DarkWing Duck 91’ universe| Zeke Corvo and Dave “dorky” Curant (belongs to @dorky-crow )

Minor violence, Abuse mention

A/N a simple story about these two.

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“You know my boy, one thing I want you to keep in mind is no matter what you can not ever let someone take power away from you.“

Zeke looked up at his grandfather taking his attention away from the board game about to ask something when he heard the sudden clack oh his grandfather’s king move. Claiming a win.

"What hey” Zeke said in protest as his grandfather only laughed.

“You also shouldn’t lose focus on your goals.” The elder parrot said with a teasing chuckle as he ruffled Zeke’s hair.

A memory of the dracula parrot always held dear to his very being. Which amounted to nothing when that swift kicked to his side landed. Forcing him to cough up blood to the floor. Just some failed attempt he used to distract himself that morning.

“Those days of leisure are far gone Zeke best keep that in mind next time.” His father said coldly as he settled into his chair for breakfast.

Zeke’s blood boiled recalling it now. How he wished he could strike back, knowing he couldn’t might have felt even worse as he wiped the blood off his beak. Using the boys bathroom mirror to make sure it was all gone. Sighing annoyed with himself as he gripped onto the sink tightly enough to make his knuckles pop out. This was getting more and more irritating. Slowly he let go and walked away seeing his reflection just made him more annoyed.

Classes had not started just yet so the building wasn’t too full which made it easy to go unnoticed. Zeke seemed to not be the only one to take advantage of that. As he suddenly heard the sound of crying?

Zeke peeked into the classroom it came from and saw a small back bird sitting at one of the desks in the room. He was heavily crying holding a tattered book to his chest. Zeke was curious so he walked in and made his way over. The black bird hadn’t noticed him still as Zeke looked at him a moment. He was so small was his first thought. The way he wept so openly visibly shaking as he tried breathing to calm down. Zeke pulled out a chair dragging it so the sound would alert the bird to his presence.

“Wha!” He chirped out as he looked past his tears to the parrot. “O oh uh I thought I was alone” he said as he tried to cover the fact he was crying.

“Is there a reason you’re hiding out here?” Zeke asked as he rested his head on his hand.

“Hiding n no I” he let out a sigh as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

Man he looked pathetic Zeke thought as the bird slowly moved the book in hands away from his chest. Zeke could see it more clearly now. The book was ripped along its spine, with pages that had been yanked out. The cover had been damaged pretty badly as well, but Zeke could still get an idea on what it was. A book of fairy tales. Zeke was slightly annoyed at the black bird’s lack of a response.

“Well are you going to speak or are you going to make me wait?” Zeke said a bit demanding

“I thought if I made them something, that maybe that would stop all the bullying.” The bird started to explain well looking over his book. “They are always picking on me. Mocking me.” He trailed off a moment “so I thought maybe if I tried to be nice they would be I don’t know moved? So I baked some cookies to give them."

As the bird was explaining his story Zeke was listening but also lost in thought. Thinking about it now he did know this guy. He’d seen the bird in the halls before. Kids would often shove by him and always called him something. What was it again? Dorky? Was that his name? Who would name their kid that? that couldn’t be his real name. Zeke looked back to the bird as he was explaining how his bullies had found the book in his backpack and took it from him. Explaining how they each took turns looking at it each of them damaging it as it passed between them.

This kid just took it though allowed them to take something from him. His power. Zeke almost laughed with that thought. This kid was like him powerless. Zeke gritted his teeth a bit when he noticed the bird had stopped talking and was staring at him. Zeke took that as a chance to speak, he leaned over a bit resting his elbows on the desk the black bird was sitting in.

"Tell me, when they did that all to you what were you thinking?”

“What was I thinking? What do you mean?”

Zeke moved in closer causing the black bird to back up a bit his chair as Zeke’s eyes set on him and his smile grew.

“Well those bullies destroyed your gesture of friendship right? And they.” Zeke gently touched the tattered book in the black birds hands and slowly took it from him trying to emphasize his point as he held it up.

“Something you treasured so dearly was so carelessly treated. What exactly was running through your mind watching them destroy this?"

The black bird seemed to take a moment to process that as he averted his gaze a moment.

"I was angry.” He said it so softly “I dont get why. Why do they target me! Why do they…” he slowly trailed off like he didn’t want to continue that thought.

Zeke just smiled and handed the book back to him.

“If that’s the case I’ll offer to get back at them for you?" Zeke said. There really wasn’t much reason behind his offer other than vicariously getting to unleash his own pent up anger.

“Get back at them what do you mean by that?”

Zeke’s smile grew dangerous. For some reason this was fun trying to get this naive boy to let in to a side of himself he may have never thought of before. This kid was likely loved and dotted on by his parents. Friendly to everyone even if someone tried to hurt him his first thought was to offer friendship instead. Yeah this was a fun distraction for the parrot, how much influence would it take. Zeke placed his hands on the desk and slightly lean in close to the black bird.

“I think you know” He simply stated.

He could see the idea shocked the other boy as his eyes widened a moment his pupils started to dart around like facing Zeke would be admitting something he didn’t want to. The black bird slightly gulped once Zeke’s eyes were in his sight.

“It makes you feel weak and powerless doesn’t it? Makes you wish they knew how it felt?” Zeke said protecting a bit but it seemed his words carried some weight. “Tell you what I’ll do it just for a simple yes.” Because getting this ‘sweet’ kid to admit these things was payment in itself.

“Yes.”

It was soft again even more quiet then before. Zeke just smiled in response.

The black bird was told by the parrot to wait behind the building once school ended. He wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with what they talked about, he wasn’t serious about that right? As he rounded the corner though he saw a few of those kids laying on the ground, they were hurt that was for sure. Laying on the ground holding onto themselves for an ounce of comfort the black bird looked up to see the parrot holding the group leader by the collar of his shirt.He dropped the kid the moment he saw the black bird and walked over to him.

“Well there you are thought you were going to miss my surprise.” Zeke said as he placed a hand on black bird’s shoulder once he was at his side. Giving him a full view of the battered birds in front of them.

“Now then you remember what I said right?” Zeke asked the group of boys on the ground. He got no answer though “Hmm let me say that again. What did I tell you to say?!”

“L leave Dorky alone.” One of the boys mustered the courage to say.

Zeke just smiled and looked down at the black bird. “Yeah I was gonna say be nice to you but I don’t find them worth your time. They hardly put up a fight.” Zeke turned away leading the black bird along with him as he made his way to the front of the school slowly moving his hand off the small birds shoulder.

“There you go told you I’d handle it. Guess it was more my own satisfaction though but hey I only asked for a yes after all.” Zeke said as he started to walk ahead of the black bird ready to take off.

“T then I should pay you back!”

Zeke stopped and looked back at him, he wasn’t really expecting that response, he figured the guy would get scared off. The little black bird closed the gap between them, fussing with his hands trying to get his words out. Zeke went to leave again when suddenly he felt the kid grab onto his hand to stop him.

“I can bake you something in return uh what kind of sweets do you like?!” he shouted a bit, seeming to find the courage to speak now.

“Iced lemon bread.” Zeke was thrown off a bit that his answer came out so automatic.

“Really? That’s kind of a surprise. Well I’ll make some for you and bring it tomorrow!” The little bird said before letting go of Zeke’s hand. “I don’t know when to meet up but um do you come to school early like today normally?” He smiled when Zeke nodded “Great then uh we can meet here! Alright don’t forget!”

He smiled brightly and suddenly ran off almost skipping as he did. Zeke just watched him leave bewildered at what just happened. He then looked down at his hand. It felt kind of cold now without the kid’s grip on it . Zeke closed his hand, and was quick to feel stupid when he thought it would keep the warmth that way. He let out an aggravated sigh and shoved his hands into his pockets. Looking over to that bird as he climbed into the car that was waiting to pick him up.

“His name isn’t really dorky right?

#oc fic #when you befriend the king #zeke corvo

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candideangel · 4 years

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Wondrous Tails Prompt #1: Beast Tribes

Pairing: G’raha Tia/Crystal ExarchxWarrior of Light Prompt: Beast Tribes Word Count: 1963

“Raha, have you ever heard of beast tribes?” The question came floating around the Umbilicus from the bard who had settled herself into a space she had claimed as her own, or at least that was how the Exarch viewed it...after he started to see her occupying the space and soon filling it with comfortable cushions and pillows in varying shades of black, reds, hints of gold, and sometimes blue. It was almost funny. However, she was comfortable and happy, and only the Twelve knew she needed a moment of comforting luxury, though he hadn’t expected her to practically invade his study at the moment, only coming in on times she knew he wasn’t busy with Beq Lugg.

However, while the question was a surprise it wasn’t startling enough to knock him from his current reading. His palm was resting upon his cheek while the crystal was flipping through the pages of a tome on the little desk against the wall. “Beast Tribes,” He muttered softly, almost thoughtfully, “If I remember correctly, back in the Source, those you know as Beast Tribes are often a secondary faction of Beastmen that request peace rather than the thrall of a primal. With the exception of the Moogles.” His voice came as knowledgeable, but not completely matter of fact. Turning his head the Exarch, or as Angelique always seemed fond of calling him by his true name. “Does that sound about right?”

Angelique who had been seated comfortably, reading a book about the fae folk. Whether a borrowed one from Urianger’s study or one of his he wasn’t sure where it had been procured, but he wasn’t going to ask. It would find its way back to where it needed. “Yes, that’s about right. Most tribes in the Source are often a defect from those that worship the ground the Primals walk on. The Moogles from the Churning Mists, and the Namazu in Othard are the few that are not of opposing means, since most of their requests are often for crafted goods. Though the Ixal are the same they too have conflict with the brethren who faced Garuda.” Her head tilted a little bit, “Honestly, the ones here in Novrandt are certainly much more peaceful.” she told him with a small smile. “It’s a nice change.”

G’raha’s ears perked at the terms “nice change” and caught the meaning and part of his insides warmed from the happiness that came through. It was showing that Angelique had truly come to love the world of the First. “How so?” he asked curiously and was soon greeted with a soft closing of the book before the bard stretched a little, setting it aside onto a large cushion.

“The pixies, while having a complication with one other, are actually quite decent. All they want to do is weave good dreams for every young child, to keep the nightmares away to make sure they’re happy. Restoring the dream world of Lyhe Mheg in the process.”

If anything could startle him it was the fact that Angelique had been able to enter the world of Lyhe Mheg, the world of dreams where the dreamweaver pixies truly worked. However, from what he had heard from Feo Ul, it had been in a state of disrepair ever since the Lightwarden had infected Titania making the king go mad. “You....You have truly been to Lyhe Mheg? They...let you…” he was stammering, but it was just the shock of it all because as far as he knew no mortal of an adult nature was ever able to go there, just children and their dreams. Considering the dark nature of how pixies are born.

Angelique nodded as if it wasn’t all that unnatural, “They believed it a good exchange since I promised that there would be aid given to restore the land to its former glory.” However, she was shocked; for a man who proclaimed himself as “old” was suddenly before her and his ruby eyes were sparkling with the excitement of new knowledge. Ah, it would seem his old habit never seemed to go away. But she liked that spark of life in his eyes, the glittering of younger days he thought long behind him.

“What is the land like? There are so few mentions of what Lyhe Mheg truly looks like. No elder has ever gotten to see it, and none would believe the children only tossing them off to the wayside as mere fantasy!” The Exarch started shooting off question after question, just like the scholar he was. Angelique smiled and chuckled to herself reaching up and placing a finger to his lips to cease his chattering. Much like a child who looked prepared to be scolded, his ears lowered and eyes went slightly wide from surprise.

Shifting her body up, Angelique moved in a little closer, hand pressing against his crystal arm and gave a wry smile, her voice speaking softly in his ear; “How about I show you?” she whispered. Feo Ul being the new King would mean that any of their old friends would certainly be welcomed, and if not, Angelique could see about talking to them about seeing if the Exarch could pass through. Oh she could hear the Exarch just about to protest, but before he could get anything out that probably had to do with sticking around for Beq Lugg or some kind of meeting to make the excuse it was too late. He felt that tug as if he had been wrapped by a rope and his body as well as soul traveled through a rush of Aether and they had vanished completely leaving the Umbilicus empty besides the books and crystals lying on his desk.

G’raha wanted to scold Angelique when they arrived in Lydha Lran’s Aetherite plaza, but he was silenced by the beauty around him. Colorful flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, the lake almost crystalline and the castle of Titania in the distance with gossamer fairy-like wings shimmering in the daylight. He had never seen Il Mheg after the flood of light, but now that he was there...standing on the stones, he was in awe of the beauty. Perhaps he will let the bard’s sudden kidnapping of his person slide for just this time. Even as they arrived, pixies had come to practically swarm them, they were chattering and in awe themselves at the Exarch, some petting and commenting on how soft his ears were and some would weave a few colorful flowers like a wreath in Angelique’s bun. They were only satisfied as Angelique would pull out a few pixie apples for them all to have...as if she had been planning to come all along. Perhaps she had, the Exarch thought, when she wasn’t wanting to spend time with him any longer or something called her away.

“They certainly are excitable.” he muttered softly, feeling the soft brush of something odd at the back of his neck, it was something soft and malleable. Perhaps a stem. It would seem the pixies in their love for tricks were happy to weave a few tinier flowers into his braid.

“That they are…” Angelique chuckled as she would gently take hold of his hand and would lead him through the field of flowers to the doorway that was the gateway to the world of dreams.

As it turned out the gatekeeper pixie was kind enough to let the Exarch through once permission was given by the dream weavers, and Angelique’s presence was helpful too. Through the doorway and they were soon greeted with the stretch of field as far as the eye could see, ears would flick at the sound of babbling streams, children laughing, and a sweet scent of something besides flowers lingered in the air. And upon closer inspection, the Exarch was staring in disbelief at the playground, every ilm and structure was designed from sweets be they peppermint sticks, cookies, and things he couldn’t describe. It really was a paradise for children to sleep, and as they would explore closer, the ones that were resting and dreaming were happily using the facilities given to them. Even as he was taking some mental notes in hopes of creating something for his own collection, Angelique would tug on his hand and give him a smile.

“Come on! Let’s go have a little bit of fun!” Angelique told him, her voice breaking his thoughts, and his heart jumped into his throat. She was smiling so happily, there was no stress that would often scrawl across her face during the events around them. Though he stumbled in the sudden rush he would find himself keeping with a little bit of the enthusiasm, it reminded him of the time in Holminster Switch, and fighting at her side...it caused his blood to rush and joy fill every fiber of his being and his body would move with the same likeness as his shield was protecting her from close combat harm.

Together they climbed structures, staring to the vast expanse and surprisingly they were acting much like children, if only for a day, a moment. Even the three pixies would flutter down to accompany them, Angelique introducing them to the Exarch. It felt odd at points, but joy was something infectious. Even investigated the doorways that would lead to the main locations across Novrandt, but they went until they had finally made themselves exhausted.

Half collapsed on a hill that practically overlooked the playground, the Exach gave a faint chuckle as his head would fall into Angelique’s lap as a pillow. “Ah, I never believed I could act so young again. Perhaps it is something in the air.” He breathed and would reach into a pocket of his robes and had pulled out a small cube that was still glistening with some power that gave him the strength to be away from the tower, but he could see the flickering. His worries fell silent as he felt Angelique’s hand rest against his cheeks and she would stare down at him with a soft smile.

“I wasn’t entirely forthright with you, while it was the truth that I wanted you to explore the land for yourself, I wanted you to have some fun even if only for a short time. Though you much prefer books for entertainment, it’s not healthy to stay inside all day.” Her thumb stroked his cheek, watching as his crimson eyes turned thoughtful. Not really sitting up she could tell he was thinking about the landscape below. It probably wasn’t to his imagination, but in the end they had spent a spontaneous day together. Even if they would probably have to explain to Lyna about what had happened if she had come knocking. “...Do you want to head back now?” she asked curiously.

“The cube has a few more bells left.” he replied as he tucked the item back into his robes. Then he looked up at her with a smile, “Don’t feel guilty for wanting to bring me out. Honestly, despite the spontaneity, I ended up having fun. I think...all the more I had fun because I was with you.” G’raha smiled a little and laughed a bit at the blushing red on her cheeks and stared up at her so warmly that he swore he could hear her own heart start to pick up a beat. “...The things you do to me, my love.” he purred softly.

“...The things you make me do, my Raha.” she replied back and in the setting sun in the background, Angelique leaned down until their lips touched together in a warm kiss, filled with the happiness they shared together for the day and all the others to come.

#ffxiv writing #ffxiv writings #wondrous tails of ffxiv #GrahatiaxWoL #I was debating between them aiding the pixies or visiting the dream world #can you tell what won?#fluff!#and slightly trashy writing ahead #-scratches off a spot on her bingo card-#Tomorrow is another random number generated prompt on my card hopefully #wondrous tails

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sunlover127 · 4 years

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little league, johnny & taeil

night hadn't fallen yet and guests were chatting in the huge garden johnny and yeri had rented for this wonderful day. wonderful, it was the word. everything seemed to be directly taken from a fairy tale. the newlyweds were happy and in love, guests were spending good time, food was delicious, the playlist was perfect and the announced rain had been replaced by a bright sun that had shined in the sky the whole day.

taeil hadn't stopped running everywhere. he didn't want johnny or yeri to worry about any little thing so he had taken care of everything, helped by sooyoung, yeri's best friend. sooyoung was nice. now he had met her, taeil understood why johnny had told him that he was going to like her. secretly, the american boy had hoped that maybe taeil and sooyoung could get along better than just well but it was hopeless ; firstly because if he had been into the pretty black-haired young woman, taeil would have been way too shy to try anything and then above all, because sooyoung preferred womanish sensuality to men's virility.

the brown-haired boy was looking at the newlyweds who were laughing with yeri's cousins. they were beautiful together, yeri in her white dress and johnny in his overpriced suit. taeil would have never thought that he would be standing here one day when his best friend first told him about that pretty young girl in the coffee shop in front of his flat. to be honest, he had thought that johnny would gently be friend-zoned and that his crush would only be over in a month or two. but, non, yeri had accepted the rendezvous and three years later, they were here, ring on finger.

"are you okay, tae ?" sooyoung asked while taking place on the chair next to taeil.

the best man nodded, a little wistful smile on his lips. he wasn't lying, taeil was really good. he felt so much happiness for his friends, he was happy that they had the chance to meet and to discover what love was together. but he was blaming himself. taeil felt bad because if he had the bravery, maybe today, he would be the one standing next to johnny. and knowing this was destroying him.

"did they ask you to do a speech too ?" the dark-haired girl asked again .

she sighed, looking weary. sooyoung loved talking but as soon as she was forced to, it became a real torture however, when yeri begged her to play her best woman role until the end and to prepare something to say, she couldn't say no and had to honour her words. taeil was reassured to know that he wouldn't be the only one to speak in front of about fifty guests. yeri and johnny wanted their wedding to take place in a small group. they had only invited close friends and family members but taeil was shy and doing this speech was scary for him.

"yeah" he answered. "I don't even know what I'm going to say" he sighed.

he had thought about it for weeks, spending nights looking at his bedroom white ceiling never finding the sparkle of inspiration that would allow him to write the touching speech he promised johnny. ended up with nothing to say while he was supposed to speak in twenty minutes.

"I think you should say something about yourself" sooyoung said putting a sandwich filled with smoked salmon in her mouth.

"talk about me at someone else's wedding..?" taeil repeated, frowning.

he politely refused the appetizers plate that sooyoung put in front of him. he hadn't eaten anything since the previous day but his stomach was refusing to gulp down anything solid. stress, and sadness taeil had to admit, kept him from keeping a meal and since he didn't want to vomit, he wasn't eating, which was worrying sooyoung.

"not only you" the comedian explained . "you should talk about johnny and what he brought to your life and praise him for being the good person he is. people like it and think that they're lucky to know him and it's gonna soothe his ego."

taeil nodded. sooyoung was right, he had to praise johnny. it was easy for the brown-haired boy. he was thinking that johnny had no flaws and idealized him at the highest point. he knew johnny couldn't be perfect and he must have defects like everybody, but he couldn't see them.

***

the temperature had drastically dropped, forcing guests to come in sooner than it had been planned in the castle. everybody was in the huge room and taeil, seated at the head table, could see all the tables. from where he was, right next to johnny, he was seeing irene, seulgi and wendy, yeri's friends, laugh their heart loud with baekhyun and junmyeon. there also was mark, johnny's cousin, who was sitting with yukhei and jeongwoo and those two seemed to be really close.

"hum, ladies and gentlemen" sooyoung declared, ringing her fork against her glass. "I've been asked, well in fact, forced, to do a speech"

taeil smiled looking at her. it was impossible to guess that she was already completely drunk even though it was only 08:00PM but he had seen her empty a champagne bottle in her glass. he wasn't listening to what she was saying, but, looking at people's reactions, he guessed sooyoung must had been good. the brunette declared the last sentences of her speech, it was going to be taeil and his shaking hands' turn.

he stood up once sooyoung sat again and cleared his throat.

"I-I'm not used to speak in front of so many people, sorry if I start stuttering the young man declared, a little awkward smile on his lips.

some people told him to stop worrying, johnny slapped his shoulder and sooyoung gave him a full glass that he emptied in one shot.

do you remember days on our block ? messin’ with our neighbors who called the cops could’ve swore that you and me could get away with anything

"I met johnny when i was nine and he was eight" he started. "yep, it's been a long time. he was my new neighbor and like every shy child's parent, my mom forced me to bring a plate of cookies to the family that just moved in. I admit, I went there sulking because I didn't want to meet this boy but I came home happier than ever because I knew that I had just met my best friend"

taeil was smiling telling the story of how he met johnny. the little boy that he had been had felt that for the first time, he had gotten along well with someone his age. taeil had always been really reserved and schoolkids mockeries hadn't made it better. but meeting johnny, this little hyperactive boy who came straight from chicago, had brought him a little out of his shell. they had spent the end of the summer together doing bike races that never ended well, johnny had bumped into one of their neighbors' car who had threatened them to call the cops, and spending nights looking at the stars in taeil's garden. the nine-year-old had spent the best summer of his life, even better than when he had went to new zealand with his family.

we'd lay on the grass, all day talking 'cause we snuck out of class when no one was watching i remember you and me yeah, i remember everything

"you gotta know that the today johnny who's almost a doctor, is the perfect son-in-law and is admired by everybody, isn't the same than the johnny that I have known." taeil could hear johnny's laugh behind him. "in highschool, he used to spend his time cutting classes to smoke and get drunk because mister seo wanted to look cool. in fact, he only calmed down once he met yeri."

taeil could perfectly remember those long hours he had spent with the tall brown-haired boy. they would both sat on the grass and spent hours talking about this and that. at s sixteen, johnny no longer had secrets for taeil. he had known him for so long that he hadn't even tried to hide anything from his friend. the elder one would never judge him so he could allow himself to say everything. taeil appreciated those complicity moments they shared together. each time he decided to not go in maths class to follow johnny, he knew his mom was going to moralize him. he would swear that he'll never start again and leave exponential functions alone as soon as he could, prefering johnny's ceaseless chatter. because he would have done any stupid little thing for johnny.

"I wasn't an angel either, together we made quite the pair. each one of us knows that we shouldn't have acted like that but we were little dumb boys that thought that they knew the whole truth. I think I really realized how much johnny was important to me during teenage. he has always been there for me, he was the person that I knew would always be there. everybody has someone like this in their life, someone that you will always call whenever something is wrong. he is that one for me and I hope that he knows that I'll always answer too" taeil said.

words were just poured out, he didn't even knew if what he was saying made sense. he was simply trying to put sentences on the messy feelings he felt about johnny.

tears had risen to taeil's eyes as he remembered that confused period they went through together. sadness and malaise touch more people than you could imagine and both had to deal with those hard feeligs and they had done it different ways. taeil had wanted to act as if nothing was happening and some times, he had exploded and johnny had been there to pick up the pieces. the youngest one didn't know how many times he had snuck out to stay with taeil unitl this one falls asleep, tired of crying. johnny, had prefered to forget his pain thanks to sport. to keep the control over himself, he had spnet hours and hours on the football field or hitting a punching ball. he had done too much that often, he would tear a muscle or get injured but didn't say nothing. he would just swallow painkiller pills as if it was peanuts, sometimes with alcohol. it must be said that the teenager was often alone, left on its own ; only child of single mom that was working and travelling way too much. he had been used to see the sutler more often than his mom. and that is why taeil used to come and visit him each night when it was his turned to be sad.

it was certainly at this moment that taeil had started feeling that he wasn't seeing johhny the same way he used to. he already knew that he wasn't straight at all but johnny only convinved him about his orientation. the young man had grown up and his hours spent playing football had shaped him a muscular and slim body that didn't left the elder indifferent. and, johnny had always been there for him. he had been his light during his darkest days. they had shared everything together and taeil had gotten lost in the proximity established between them. he didn't want to because he knew that in a friendship, romantic feelings always messed it up but he couldn't escape but falling in love with johnny seo.

but, lately i’ve been feeling strange and everybody's telling me to act my age i never thought that everything i had, would fade away

"today, we're here to celebrate the most beautiful wedding of the year and I have to admit that it feels weird to me and now I'm under peer pressure. I'm twenty-seven and even though I don't feel ready to engage myself into something as big as marriage, soon society will think that I'm too old to be single. and while there are some that are struggling just to get the right to marry the person they love, there are others, like these two" taeil showed the bride and the groom with his hand "who delight our eyes with their love story coming straight from a soap."

relentlessly, taeil had started telling johnny and yeri's fabulous story and while stars were sparkling in yeri's little cousins' eyes, in his, tears were about to drop. if he had the courage to, taeil would have admit his love to johnny earlier and maybe nothing of this would have happened. when he had insomnia, taeil used to let his imagination rant and create scenarios about his life with johnny if only his feelings were reciprocal. he could easily imagine himself, hand in johnny's hand, taking their adopted son to school for his day. they would have married in chicago, johnny's hometown, maybe they would have definitely moved there.

taeil had also imagined the simple date nights they would spend together, wrapped in a blanket watching johnny's favorite movie or in way too chic restaurant. of course, taeil didn't think that that there would only had been ups in their relationship. of course, they would have fights maybe because johnny would have looked too much at this waitress' butt or because once again, taeil would have forgotten to wash the dishes while he should have done it three days ago. maybe one day, one's acts would have pushed the other to say things beyond his thoughts and they would break up thinking they could live without each other but soon they would find out that they need the other to be okay.

when we were younger we didn't know how it would be we were the dumb, the wild, the free little league

to be honest, taeil didn't know what he was really saying. internally, he had lost control of it all. he had the impression that he was totally losing control. he felt big tears running down his cheeks while the public just thought that he was touched to see his best friend marry the love of his life. taeil just wanted to leave the room but he couldn't. if he could, taeil would have found shelter in his halfsister's, byulyi, arms. she had always listened to his broken-heart complains and cheered him up with the perfect words that could make him smile. but byulyi was in argentina and taeil wasn't a child anymore. he had to learn how to manage himself. if only he had known what becoming friend with johnny would bring as much happiness as pain into his life, perhaps he would have hesitated before offering him a plate of cookies.

why did we ever have to leave? little league

he wanted to go back to this careless age when johnny and him laid in his garden and looked at the stars eating popcorn. he wanted to go back to this age when johnny had convinced him that as long as they were together, they could do anything they want without ny regard to the consequences. he wanted to go back to this age when johnny was just his best friend. that was his deepest desire.

could i get a rewind ? get another chance, take it back in time 'cause i don't know what to do with everything i'm going through

taeil had stopped talking. he had no idea of he had said in the last part of his speech but if he believed in the guest applauds, the proud smirk on sooyoung's lips and johnny's tears, taeil had kept his teary speech promise. his own eyes were red because of the long minutes during which he had had to keep his tears in it. the small brown-haired man was feeling this weird sensation that gave him the impression of being out of his own body. he could see himself smiling and wiping the only tear that had dropped with his napkin. he could see himself sit, well to be true drop himself, on his chair without saying anything and let yeri's mom speak. taeil was feeling empty, without any emotions. he felt nothing at all, overwhelmed by all the memories that had come in his mind.

everybody had made their speech and taeil hadn't moved since he sat. he had to stand up when the cake arrived but his feelings were still anesthized. he didn't even smile when sooyoung told him his speech was the best best among all. he was just observing johnny and yeri, wishing all the happiness the world could give them even if it meant that he would be destroyed. while he was talking, he had realized that destiny had given him several occasions to declare his flame to johnny but he had never taken one. his time was over, now he had to let yeri take the place of his dreams.

***

later that night, while everybody was having fun on the dancefloor, taeil was out as he needed to breathe. he was sat on the grass looking at the stars, feeling a little bit nostalgic. he had tried to call byulyi but she was in a professional meeting and could only send him messages and would call him back later.

"thank you tae'"

johnny's voice broke the relaxing silence that was surrounding taeil but it didn't annoy. a little smile took shape on his lips and he almost laughed when he noticed that despite the years, johnny still had his little american accent, the same as eighteen years earlier.

"why ?" he asked while inviting johnny to sit next to him. "your speech,, i...it, i didn't know that simple words could have such big effects on me. it might look stupid but it really has touched me..."

taeil smiled. just like johnny, he had never understood the power of words before this night. johnny wasn't the type of boy who liked to show his emotions, especially in public, but taeil had made him lose control. seeing johnny's tears had been a big surprise for taeil, a proof that johnny wasn't as insensitive as he seemed to.

"I love you, john'"

finally, it had come out. taeil had said it. perhaps, it wasn't the perfect timing but at least, it was done. the weight on his shoulders had disappeared and for the first time in an eternity, he had no regrets.

"I love you too tae" johnny said back smiling.

taeil sighed hearing his best friend's answer. he knew this "I love you" was true but he would have loved it if it had another meaning in johnny's mind.

"damn, that was a wonderful day" the groom added.

taeil nodded. wonderful, it was the word. everything seemed to be directly taken from a fairy tale. the newly weds were happy and in love, guests were spending good time, food was delicous, the playlist was perfect and his heart was broken.

#johnny x taeil #nct 127 #johnny and taeil #sad ending

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