#DON'T come for my grammar pleas. i already know.

[sanctus-ingenium]

A certain fisherman [...] went to the same place again to fish, and he put a row of hooks on his heels in case he met the Púca again; he attached them like a horseman's spurs. When evening drew near, he made a halter of the fishing-line for the Púca. The Púca met him the second time. He himself caught the Púca, put the fishing-line over his head like a halter, and started to ride him. He drove him wherever he wanted to go, and he kept putting his heels with the hooks like spurs to the Púca's sides, so that the Púca was shedding blood from the pricks of the hooks.

Excerpt from "The Púca: A Multi-Functional Irish Supernatural Entity" by Deasún Breatnach

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[yu6mi]

MATCHMAKER!

₊˚⊹♡ Includes: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya.

sypnosis: you're so sweet! planning the perfect date just for them and your friend. you're trying so hard to find their perfect match... sadly, he's way too head over heels for you.

A/N: so sorry for any grammar errors!! english is not my first language and tumblr is not making this any easier for me:( I used a grammar checker just in case tho! also, this originally had tecchou bc he's THE loml but I forgot what I had planned for him HAHA

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is usually a very hard person to read. During his days of working for the Port Mafia, he was taught how to mask his emotions and cover any sight of vulnerability. Protecting himself from enemies during fights with other organizations that searched for any sign of insecurity and uncertainty in his work.

But right now, his face was priceless. His eyes were almost as big as a plate, widened in astonishment. His mouth, agape with surprise, showed all of his conflicting emotions inside of his facade— a cute, small blush could be seen in his cheeks as his hands, who were prepared to coo at you and pinch your cheeks, had no idea what to do right now. Slowly finding their way deep inside his trenchcoat's pockets.

A hushed laugh erupts from behind him. Ranpo and Yosano have their hands on their own lips, trying to muffle the sounds of amusement that so desperately wanted to get away. Can you blame them? The scene was really enjoyable for them. Were you really that oblivious or did you just wanted to reject him softly?

He was so, so sure you were going to ask him out. It was a bit funny.

A breathy, nervous laugh escapes him before he coughs awkwardly, trying to stop his heart from exploding with feelings. "I— I'm sorry... Could you repeat that, please?" He inquiries, tilting his head just slighly. Taking out one of his hands to caress his bandaged neck.

You make a small nod with your head, a pretty smile on your face. Though, he believes every expression you make is gorgerous. "I asked if you were free this Saturday." You repeat. "My friend would like to start meeting new people and I thought you two would be the perfect match!"

He knew about his reputation. A pretty face and a charming personality made it easy for him to get into any woman's bed. But you thought that, despise all that womanizer actitude, he was great!

As you talked and rambled about how good of a couple he and that mysterious friend of yours would be, he couldn't help but grimace. His hard try of maintaining a friendly, unbothered expression was becoming harder. If only you knew that he only wanted you— ah, should he just tell you that he's not interested...?

But you have such a cute expression on your face! He can't just take it away... He doesn't know what to do right now. You look so excited with the idea of matchmaking, trying to make two hearts meet each other. Though, unaware that his is already taken by yours. Fluttering with everything you do.

"So?" He comes back from his thoughts as you gently grip his coat. Your smile is so contagious and sweet. Warmth spreading through his face as his fingers twitch from your hold. "What do you say?"

You're being so cruel right now... He doesn't want to disappoint you, but he can't bring himself to go on a date with someone who isn't you. His dark orbs look around the agency in search of a way to get himself out of this situation. Atsushi slighly tensed by the way their eyes made eye contact. And yet, he just turned around when Ranpo called for his assistance. Ignoring the silent plea for help.

"Ah... Well, I don't know..." Dazai began, looking at your face with a gentle, apologetic smile and a way too soft tone of voice. "I have a pile of paperwork that I haven't checked on for a long time. Kunikida will probably—"

"I already did them for you!"

His face and shoulders fall again, he really can't say no to you, can he?

Nakahara Chuuya

"What?"

Chuuya blinked. Then blinked again, as if registering the question at his own pace. The pretty red on his cheeks was slowly disappearing, as if the surprise of your suggestion had erased any sight of his intoxication. "You... want me to what?"

A cute, small giggle erupts from you at that. One of your manicured hands covers your mouth to stop your smile from growing, while the other holds a glass of some fine wine. Chuuya's eyes are narrowed, observing the blush on your cheeks. Would it be weird if he said he wanted to bite them?

Your giggles slowly decrease. "It's okay if you don't want to," You say, slowly taking another sip of your wine as you interlock eyes with him. "I won't force you. I know you're a busy man." The last part of your words contains a teasing tone, almost like you're trying to playfully provoke him.

An exasperated sigh comes from him, his gaze averting between his glass of wine and your face. "It's not that..." He mumbles, frowning slighly at the words he wants to say but can't.

It's not a secret that Nakahara Chuuya is a very loyal man, something precious in a relationship. That's why you thought he would be a great match for your friend, insisting that he should go on a few dates with her to get to know her better. You were sure she would be his type! Or maybe it was really just the alcohol talking.

"Do you wanna see pictures of her?" You say as you set the wine on the table, your hand that was holding it now has your phone on it. Tapping your password and going through your photos.

Chuuya takes his time observing your face, you're doing this on purpose, right? You must be. Planning a date for him and some random girl. He blushes slightly when you move closer to him; your shoulder touches his, and suddenly, he feels way too warm.

"She's pretty, isn't she?" You say happily, showing a picture where you and your friend are smilling brighly. Yet, he can only focus on you. Your lips look so soft with every word your spill, your cheeks are pink from the wine, and your eyes seem like they have the whole galaxy in them.

He doubts he's ever seen someone as pretty as you.

Chuuya would stare at you for all the eternity and just admire everything about you. He would never get bored.

He smiles. "Yeah, gorgerous."

He only notices what he did when you laugh like a highschool girl. Your smile is way bigger now, and Chuuya knows that he can't say no.

[anamizuiro]

When They Are Self Aware [IkeVamp Edition]

(After reading many tumblr posts about sagau and sahsrau, I pondered...)

Warnings: Long, somewhat ooc (some of these are based of my own impression towards them after looking through posts related to them), 4th-wall destroyed, grammars

What happens when the suitors of Ikemen Vampire become self aware that they are game characters?

That question can lead to two possible answers: it's either chaos or wonder.

For now, it's wonder.

Think about it. They are characters based off of existing historical figures from different eras, right? Obviously, this kind of "technology" will baffle them slightly. Because this kind of thing wasn't even really a thing in their prime. The Protagonist serves as your eyes to see everyone. The residents also take notice of this. You can't really share your message across through MC's mouth. But your words did come across through the wind.

Jean may be wary about this, pondering "is this some sort of witchcraft? Or have God decided to come and punish me by filling my mind with madness and uncertainty?". Because, there's someone out there?? Outside this world observing him?? Some being he didn't know?? And they care for him too (judging from how he sometimes heard your quiet sobbing and desperate pleas, telling him to be aware that despite everything, there are people who care for him) ???? But why? He wondered, why? He don't know who or what is this being that is watching him. Certainly, it wasn't God.

But soon, everyone followed. Jean is no longer the only one who become aware of the presence of this being. One by one, the residents of the mansion followed suit.

×××

Sometimes, whenever Vincent paint sunflowers, everything feels much brighter. He felt some sort of giddiness whenever he draw beautiful scenes. He felt like someone is watching him painting. But this feeling... it didn't frighten him. Rather, he was content. It almost felt like he's a child drawing something while a relative or a parent watching with fond eyes. Sometimes, he swore he heard "I wonder what kind of painting he's making" or "I'm sure his painting is beautiful like the real deal. Too bad they don't show a picture of his paintings".

It's nice that whoever or whatever says this compliments his painting. But real deal? Does this mean someone has painted what he painted before? If so, who? Vincent cannot help but wanting to meet whoever this person is and told them that he wanted to give them credit for the original (poor guy doesn't even know the person you're talking about is the real life counter part of himself).

×××

Theo often hears soothing whispers in his dreams. Though he sometimes had a nightmare about how his brother died in his arms, these days they are followed by someone (or something) comforting him. Telling him that he's already good enough of a brother. And Vincent will still and always love him. But of course he prefer not to tell anyone about this, including Vincent. He didn't think it was necessary.

But, Theo often felt the same presence around Vincent. Whenever he accompanied him to buy art supplies or helping him with the next exhibition, he felt someone or something watching both of them with benevolence. Like a guardian angel, perhaps. Pair of eyes looking at them with fondness whenever they are together in any occasion. Perhaps there is indeed someone out there that care for them both.

×××

Let's face it, Arthur may or may not put up some theories on the wall of his room at first.

He began to note down these weird feeling of being watched. He will be intrigued. No matter where he looked at, this presence were nowhere near him. Or at least, not physically. But how come their presence lingers despite having no physical appearance? Did they use some sort of invisibility cloak? Or maybe this being is like a fairy, like the ones he believes in?

He may or may not use this as an inspiration for his next story

Though whenever he writes his next manuscript, the presence comes off even stronger. A pair of eyes ogling on him. Arthur felt like he was back in those days where he's working on his assignment as a student while being supervised by one of his professors. But it's different. There's a bit of pity in these invisible pair of eyes. But why did this being pity him for writing? What part of him is pitiable?

×××

Comte knew.

Nobody need to tell him about it. He already sensed this presence–your presence–that watches him and the residents. He have seen many unusual things, especially for someone who have lived for centuries.

Those nights he spent by looking at the sky, his golden lances glances specifically at the moon. Thinking that perhaps the celestial object in the sky could serve as your other pair of eyes aside from the woman who came through the door that was supposed to serve as your "vessel".

He longed for this presence. He longed for you. He felt all of your emotions whenever and wherever he is. Sometimes he felt happiness, bashfulness and sorrow. Like Arthur, he wondered what part of him that you pity. But he's content nonetheless. After all, he knows that there is someone out there who think of him.

×××

Isaac will be curious.

He never stops being curious, despite being awkward and socially shy. He's a scientist, a physician. Scientists ought to be curious of their surroundings.

While your (invisible) presence slightly scares him at first, he wondered where you are. If you're not here, then how are you watching him? From where are you watching him? Could it be that there's another world out there beyond his reach? Beyond the boundaries of this world he currently settles in? Was the theory of the existence of parallel universe gain its fame from now on?

He'll never know unless he finally got to meet you. Science has no boundaries, right?

×××

When Sebastian realized this for the first time, he is... unsure how to feel. Considering that he came from the year where advanced technology is still in research and work in progress overall. Could this be the so called simulated world? Like the ones in those fictional stories? But that's too advanced! No way a human can replicate this kind of experience on such a device! Even if they did, what kind of device is it?

Sometimes he heard your adoring whispers of how he is such a big history geek. It kind of caught him off guard. Getting praised by the residents is more than enough to give him a heart attack but when you did it? He might as well lay down on a sofa for a while to process this newfound sense of content.

×××

Like Comte, Vlad is also aware of this.

To think that there is a world out there, and you living on it. Vlad would definitely be content whenever you log in to the game. To the point he will frequently appear in your check-in screen. Saying things of how he is so happy to see you and your presence always made his day.

He also felt your eyes looking at him whenever he goes on to his usual routine. And you wouldn't believe how giddy it made him feel. He felt like a kid again.

Vlad will also look at the moon whenever he think of you. Once again, like Comte, he believed that the moon in the world he lives in serves as your other pair of eyes to see what's going on in this world. If you were out there watching him, the world you lived in must be a peaceful one. Since he sometimes heard your soft giggles in his dream.

This time, he will find a way to see you. Maybe he could borrow Comte's door for a while.

Or maybe he can... find a way to tinker with the game's mechanics to communicate with you.

×××

Napoleon doesn't really think much about the existence of other worlds. Until now.

He once said that he didn't really care of what people think of him. Or how the books described him. He's just a man right in front of you. In front of your screen, that is. Because that's what he told you. But when he came to realized that the world he's living in is a game, a dimension among the binaries simply with a purpose to satisfy those who seek the thrill and adventures of romance, he is shocked.

What do you mean that there are other people out there who played his route? The only presence he felt was yours. He didn't feel anyone else. Is this some sort of fate? Another destiny given to him?

Sometimes, Napoleon heard your whispers in the wind. One time, when he was teaching the children, he heard your faint whisper of praise. Telling him that he's a good teacher. It made him blanked out for a moment until a child have to tug his hand to get him back on track. Despite contemplating whether to tell Isaac about this or not, he did it anyways. And surprisingly, Isaac told him that sometimes he experiences the same thing.

The former Emperor may look calm on the outside. Meanwhile, he began to bury his face on the pillow as he recalled that day.

×××

When Dazai blanked out in the rain, he swore he heard an echo of you calling his name. His eyes blinked as more raindrops falling to his skin. Soaking every inch of his clothing wet. His eyes looked around, wondering where your voice came from before looking back to the cloudy sky once again.

When the sound of rain masked any other noises in his surroundings, your voice went through to him. Your voice sound so sad. He thought, Why do you sound so sad? Who are you feeling sad for?

Yet he yearned for your voice. He sometimes wished it will be raining the next day. Or the next month. All because he felt like your voice is much clearer when it's raining. Sometimes he sits so close to the window when it's raining, eyes looking into the distance, and face looking solemn.

×××

The thought of lovers limited by otherworldly boundaries is such an interesting concept for Shakespeare. It's like Romeo and Juliet but... much better? And with a bit of magic?? No one is dying except that they are now pining for eternity without resolution??

Better be prepared of extra letters you will receive. Sometimes it came from your in-game mailbox. You might want to read it, because it's mostly collection of poem dedicated for you, his so-called otherworldly muse. So many metaphors and shakespearean terms, you might need an expert to help you translate them. Unless you have an experience in arts of theatrics.

Shakespeare will not hesitate to write this down as his new play. About a man who fell in love with a woman who lives far away. And the only thing that could keep them connected was the whispers in the wind. As for how the tale will end, he might need to think about it later. He knew that many of his fans will be a little surprised in this sudden turn of his style. But, hey, he's eager to see you beyond the screen as you watch him directing his play.

×××

Giddy is an understatement. Charles is truly ecstatic. It doesn't matter if he's just a game character. There's someone out there who care for him and loves him? Well, mark him down as happy. He's ready to smother all of his love for you. All he needs to do left is to find a way to get the message across.

What should he send you? An extra diamond? extra drop rate for his card gacha? A bonus secret letter that only you can access? And where should he send his presents? The mailbox? Or just outright on the check-in screen? Charles have so many options yet so indecisive. Because he wants do all of it.

Charles would do anything for you. ANYTHING. He will go through the seven seas and seven land even if it meant that he could finally see you. He's ready to break the game as long as he can talk to you. He's quite lonely, you know?

×××

Faust chuckled in amusement. The scientist have become the observed guinea pig, huh? What an interesting turn of events.

He wondered if you enjoyed watching him. Now that you see him through the eyes of the female protagonist that became your eyes. He wondered if he looked deeper into her eyes, he will saw you. Right there, beyond the screen. Perhaps giggling or just smiling. Or just having neutral expression.

×××

Overall, once they have realized that they are just game characters and they can "see" you, expect for sudden extra diamonds sitting in your mailbox or their greeting become much much livelier than usual.

[krispyprincekid]

The lady and the bear pt.2

Hiii! finally I was able to finish this chapeter, I hoped to publish once a week but I don't know if I'll be able to. As always I apologize for my bad grammar again: english it's not my first language so be patient pleas.

This has been a lot of fun to write and I look foward to write the next chaperts. This one include a bit of Leofric struggling with his feeling beacaus, poor thing does not know what those are lol

I hope you'll enjoy your reading, I'll lik this to the previous chapter xx

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The next morning Leofric, Uhtred and Mildrith got up as the sun was rising and left the tavern not long after. Leofric was still a little upset with Uthred for accidentally interrupting him the night before, although a part of him was relieved nothing serious happened. That girl wasn’t just a common whore in an alehouse, he could tell she was a good girl, a respectable one, even if she was just a maid. It wouldn’t have been fair for him to take advantage of her. He truly didn’t understand what had gotten into him, he usually behaved better than that. She really enthralled him though; The way she seemed genuinely interested in his tales, her smile, her laugh… her lips, the softness of her flesh between his calloused hands… he too felt intoxicated by her and couldn’t keep her out of his thoughts.

It was embarrassing of him really, a grown man and expert warrior, to be so smitten over a girl he just met. But he couldn’t help himself, and honestly really didn’t want to. It had been a very long time since the warrior had felt the lightness he had experienced talking to her and he was determined to enjoy it as long as it lasted. Beside it wasn’t likely he would have met her any time soon, or at all, so there was really no harm indulging in those fantasy. He even considered that if he ever had a chance to settle down and marry, a girl like her would have suited him just fine. She was of bright spirit, kind and lively other than witty enough to balance his usually sour mood.

Once they arrived at Lord Odda’s estate Loefric had to sweep those thoughts away since there were lots to do. Once he and Uhtred had helped Mildrith of the horse and to settle in for her and Uthred staying, he looked for his Lord who was following the preparation like it was the king himself arriving for a visit and not just his youngest daughter coming home. Lord Odda loved both his children but since lady y/n wasn’t going to be his heir he didn’t feel the necessity to be as rigorous with her as he was with young Odda.

Leofric was already at his service when the girl was sent away and he remember the almost absolute adoration his lord held for the kid. She resembled him a lot to, having inherited her father blondish hair and blue eyes, Leofric could also recall how protective of her he was and how he raised his son to be as defensive of his sister. The warrior really didn’t envy the man who would have wronged the girl…

 As he joined Lord Odda, he could feel his excitement to have his daughter home. “Ah Leofric! How was the journey? Hope Mildrith did not tired herself so much” “no lord thank you, the journey was fine” “good to hear it, I have a task for you while we are staying at my house. Once lady y/n arrived I want you to be her guard if she ever had to leave the property or the house for whatever reason. I know it’s not the ideal duty for you but you are our most trusted man and I would really feel safer knowing you are with her in these uncertain times”. Leofric didn’t know how to feel: having to basically nanny a girl wasn’t really in his occupation but he couldn’t deny his lord and honestly, it could have been worst. “Surely lord, I will see to it” he replied and hoped the girl would behave like a lady and wasn’t going to leave the house very often.

Shortly after midday Loefric and Uhtred were outside the house with the lord and his son discussing some issues with the recent Danes raids, when they saw some horses approaching shortly followed by a carriage. “It must be her!” the lord exclaimed as the horses approached them Leofric could see one of the horsemen was a woman and as she got closer, Leofric heart stopped for a second, the woman on the horse looked very alike the girl form the tavern. He and Uhtred looked at each other, it can not be, Leofric thought. Uthred looked more and more amused as she got closer. Once she was in front of them there could be no mistake: it was the girl from the previous night.

When she got down form her horse lord Odda went straight to her, followed by his son. “Y/n! my dearst” the elder man exclaimed as he embraced her and she kisses his cheek affectionately “father! It’s so good to be home!” she smiled brightly as she broke away form her father hug to greet her brother. “it’s good to see you sister. You’ve grown so much since we last saw you” Young Odda welcomed her. Meanwhile Leofric and Uhtred were left behind them, the later was struggling to keep his composure and not break down from laughter watching the horrified expression that crossed his tall friend features at the realization of what was happening. If his lords where ever to find out of his doing of the previous night Leofric would have been hung by his feet in the middle of Winchester, if not worst…

As he was trying to regain some control on himself after the initial shock, Lord Odda approached them with his daughter “my dear, this is Uhtred, Mildrith newly wedded husband” he presented the Dane warrior “I’m very pleased to meet you lord” she bowed her head graciously at him “and I hope you remember Leofric, he will be at your side while we remain here.” Lord Odda added. Leofric felt his blood freeze in his veins as she turned to him and give him a warm smile “yes of course, my father most loyal man. I hope not to distract you from your duties more than necessary” she greeted him politely. Leofric thought he would have gone mad. If she had recognized him, the girl was good at hiding it and he was glad for that.

Leofric would have never admit that but he was glad Uthred was there, at least there was someone he could spend his time with, however at the current moment he feeled he would’ve gladly punched him since he was barely holding back his amusement. “let’s go inside my child, I’m sure your mother and Mildrith can’t wait so see you”, said Lord Odda. Leofric and Uthred followed them inside “this is going to be very interesting” said Uhtred before they entered and Loefric glared at him.  

Once inside y/n was greeted by her mother who embraced her and swept her around excitedly. As soon as y/n freed herself she went to greet Mildrith “I’m so happy so see you, Mil! There’s so much we have to tell each other! And now you’re married! I’m so happy for you” the girl cheered “oh I’m sure you will have a lot of exciting stories yourself after all this time” Mildtrith replied, “come now girls, you will talk later. you’ll have to unpack and we will talk at supper”. After that the women all left and when dinner time came Loefric was glad he didn’t have to attend because he was still bewildered. He wasn’t really expecting to see her ever again and now he was frightened by the idea of lord Odda finding out what happened the previous night and at the same time he felt thrilled in a way he didn’t completely understand yet. He was only aware of the fact that nothing could happen and he’d better stop thinking of her and try to avoid anything to happen again. That was the only thing to do.

When he saw Uhtred the next morning the Dane warrior was still grinning “so… what are you going to do?” “What ya mean? Nothing. There’s nothing to do arseling. Nothing happened thank God and nothing will happen. And stop sneering like that, you’ll scare the horses.” “She seems interested in warriors y’know? Asked A LOT of questions las night a supper. Maybe you could tell her some more stories, I’m sure she will try to have you all for herself so you can tell her all about your feats.” Uhtred teased “Odda clearly specified that for anything she might need to do you’ll have to escort her” “you better stop that arseling or I will have a hard time explaining to your wife how your foot got stuck in that big mouth!”.

Days passed and, thankfully, it seemed that the lady didn’t really need Leofric’s help. She spent most of her time inside the house and if she did leave, she’d be just in the front yard so the warrior was not needed. He tried his best to get her out of his mind, it wasn’t that hard actually: having not to see her often helped and the warrior tried to remind himself as mush as possible that she was very young and noble, which made her absolutely unreachable, and that he knew her father and brother were planning something special for her marriage.

On the rare occasions they met she was always polite to him, asking how he was doing and taking interest in his daily affairs, but she was kind to really anyone who she came across. He tried to be as formal as possible with her, to keep a distastance, but he was taken aback by her politeness, her manners where always so gentle and behind them there was a playful glint he didn’t get entirely. Her demeanor made her appear even more lovely to him which left him conflicted.

As more time passed, he struggled to keep her out of his thoughts in spite of his best efforts. Leofric couldn’t understand why he still felt attracted to her though, usually he fancied women more mature and with a stronger personality. She was beautiful but she had no edge and also, she seemed so elusive: as if despite her kindness she was trying to escape him. He was unable to understand her completely. Probably it was better this way, the least they interact the safer it would’ve been for the warrior to keep his composure.

Almost three weeks had passed since y/n’s arrival and she had managed to interact with her father’s man as little as possible, it had been a surprise to found Leofric there at her arrival. She had completely forgotten he was at her father’s service, now she understood why she felt so drawn to him that first night. Despite her best effort she had a hard time avoiding him. Not only because she didn’t like to always stay inside but also because she found him quite attractive. She couldn’t help herself but to look for him when she was outside and take interest in his doing when they had a chance to speak and she had catches herself being more poised, almost shy, around him which was very unusual. Nevertheless y/n knew she should have tried her best to avoid him or she could have got him in trouble. Nothing irreparable had happened between them but she didn’t trust herself enough to be left alone with him.

She’d been astonished when her father told her that for any occurrence, she must’ve been escorted by Leofric: his most trusted man. She tried to resonate with her father that inside their estate it wouldn’t be necessary but he was unmovable about it. This had been a bit of a hassle for her since she really enjoyed to be in the open and wander around but she intended to avoid her guard as much as possible. She endured the inconvenience to avoid any possible complication and when her parents asked why she hadn’t been outside much she just shrugged and said she wanted to spend more time with Mildrith.

Whoever it was a clear night, and the air was nice, y/n could see a lot of stars trough her window and she sighed wishing to go outside to watch the sky. “what’s troubling you my dear?” her father asked as he saw her sighing “oh it’s nothing really, I just wished to go outside for a little to watch the stars, tonight she sky is very clear and it’s not even that cold…” “well if you wish so why don’t you ask Leofric to escort you for a walk” her father suggested, she felt a little knot in her stomach at the idea “oh… I don’t know he probably has already retired and I don’t want to disturb him--” “nonsense, he never goes to sleep this early plus he’s at your service: never hesitate to ask him anything” she didn’t know what to say so she smiled apologetically at her father and went off in search for the warrior.

Once outside of her home y/n was invested in the fresh night air, it was nice and it didn’t feel cold, the stars were shining clearly in the sky. She thought the maybe she could have avoided her guard by staying near the house… unfortunately, Loefric was just coming back to his room when she exits the house and he saw her just as she was leaving the house yard

 “Lady y/n! What are you doing here at this time? Shouldn’t you be inside?” he inquired approaching her, she turned around at that not having seen the warrior yet “oh Leofric, I didn’t see you…I just wanted to watch the stars… my father.. he believes you should come with me just in case- but I really don’t want to bother you, I’m sure you have better things to do. I’ll just walk around the house so you won’t be necessary” she breathed the words out altogether “my lady, I believe that if your father finds out I’m not with you when you walk around at night he really won’t be pleased. I’m instructed to be at your side for anything you may need, and do not worry: at this hour there’s really not much else I have to do. Beside the sky is nice tonight, wouldn’t it be nicer to have company? Even if is just boring soldier” he suggested and she didn’t know how to object “yes it would be nice to have company”.

They walked a while in silence, he was just trying to be as professional as possible and she was feeling a bit awkward with nothing to say. They reached a field near the house where there was really no illumination except the moon light so they could see all the stars in the clearly. The field wasn’t used for farming and the grass was high and soft, she stopped there with her face to the sky “they’re so bright…” she murmured to herself. Leofric looked at her and it seemed to him that the moon light made her look almost ethereal with the enraptured expression she had on her face gazing at the stars above them. He thought then that he was so lucky to be able to be near her, even if just as her guard, she appeared so special in his eyes. He couldn’t say to know her, but the idea that being near her constantly might give him the chance to get close to her was more than appealing.

Then he realized he should have said something, “my lady I feel I have to apologize for my behaviour the night we met, at the tavern. My conduct should have been better and I want to assure you that it would’ve never happened if I knew who you were. I shall never act like that ever again with you” the girl looked at him with an unreadable expression then “Leofric you have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t know me, and I can’t say I acted properly myself, or that I did not enjoy your company…” she replied looking at him “my father assures me that you are his most trusted and honourable man and I believe him. If it wasn’t the case, you wouldn’t be my guard, so do not feel sorry. I want you to know I wish we can be friends so please stop being so formal around me” Leofric was baffled by her honesty “I missed being in the open” she continued looking back at the sky for a moment “I didn’t believe you like being outside m’lady” “oh I do but I’ve avoided going out during these weeks in fear to disturb you” he really felt speechless at her affirmation. She was being so honest and her eyes were looking at him so sincerely he never believed such candour may exist in this world, he felt helpless.

The only way he was able to respond was by matching her sincerity, “you really shouldn’t worry about that lady, I too enjoy your company and will gladly befriend you if you wish so” she smiled happily at him. After that they headed back to the house. On the way back y/n was glad for the darkness that hid the blush on her face after the warrior’s affirmation, her heart was beating fast and she wanted to start giggling like a little girl. Little did she know Loefric too felt weirdly relived, the lightness in his chest was back and the cynic warrior knew it shouldn’t be like this but he did not care. Just to know he could be close to the only person who impressed him after a long time was enough.

[mitigatingacademics]

{10.01.23}

A very productive evening.

Won the Diamond Tournament.

French is coming along, at a intermediate level of competency, as it has been for almost as long as I can remember.

One of these days I will go back and actually learn the Dutch grammar that goes with the Dutch vocabulary.

I started learning Dutch because I completely burnt out on LSAT prep and my brain demanded to be learning something or, alternatively, suffer a complete collapse of uselessness.

(It was a whole thing.)

In the meantime, where slapdash French grammar won't suffice (I have YEARS of translation training with specific noun/adjective placements...we're not going to stop now), I'll just have to muddle through with the paid version of Duolingo that allows you to make all the mistakes without requiring you to take a time out to reflect on the travesty of your actions.

More Meaningful Productivity:

Completed LSAT Trainer Lesson 22

This was a Reading Comprehension lesson. Notably, the first in this book. It went really well. I like the approach here and feel like it might prove more helpful than other methods I've attempted. Looking forward to future lessons.

NLRB v. Jones & Laughlin Steel Corp. (1937) -- Reading Outline

United States v. Darby (1941) -- Reading Outline

I am reminded by these cases, about the concept of "plenary powers," and the first time I ever recall hearing said term being Liz speaking at a J6 Committee Hearing.

Intuitively feeling the importance of her words, wanting to fully understand, I looked it up.

If that wasn't the exact moment that I fell in love with both her AND Constitutional Law, it was a missed opportunity.

(It also concerns me about the state of education that I could have a college degree as well as an entire Master's degree and not know what a plenary power was -- but I haven't had a civics lesson since 7th grade. 🤷🏻‍♀️I vividly remember dropping APUSH because, at the time, it was World History that I'd really enjoyed and wanted more of. Psychology was the only advanced placement course I wasted time on Senior year. I didn't take the test...I don't know anyone that did. I did well in the class, but an official evaluation was a different story. Public schools are a mess. 🤦🏻‍♀️)

Currently Reading:

Law Man: Memoir of a Jailhouse Lawyer by Shon Hopwood

It's free on Kindle Unlimited. We got here because of the Plea Bargin book. The author of that book did nothing at all to endear this man to her readers. She made a valiant effort, but he's a pal of Jared Kushner and a member of the Federalist Society; it's a hard sell.

I wasn't expecting much. I was fairly certain I would end up rage!quitting before it was even worth mentioning.

Would love to know how much of it is ghostwritten...because, though it's still early (I'm in chapter 4), the story telling is actually very, very good.

How To Be Sort Of Happy In Law School by Kathryne M. Young

Author seems to think having studied Sociology along with Law gives her a unique and superior perspective.

I, too, have a degree in Sociology. It basically requires acceptance of reality/your surroundings, how we got here and how it perpetuates. It doesn't make you special.

I'm trying not to be too judgy. I really am. I've only gotten through the introduction and the first chapter...but I'm already feeling like, despite insistence that said book is for anyone with an interest in legal education, a non-traditional, part-time law student hopeful is just not the audience she's writing for.

For what it's worth, I do appreciate the research she's done and is reporting on. Survey is solid (save for the potential non-traditional gap). Sociological methods on point.

[genshinology]

SOFT NIGHT. albedo

pairing; albedo x gn!reader

genre; established relationship au and fluff :D

word count; 802

summary; nothing is better than albedo giving you his affections in the middle of the night.

warning(s); poorly written fluff because i'm so bad at writing and as always, not proofread because i'm too lazy although this is like a shorter piece. lowercase intended.

notes; i tried to write this in present tenses? (if that makes sense? because i am used to writing in past tenses so,, forgive me if my grammar is like so horrible in this). i came across a prompt about this but i couldn't remember where i found it. plus, i might be an albedo simp so this is really self indulgent.

"are we really going to, uhm, share the room together?" you hesitate, voice small to actually have the courage in asking the man in front of you regarding the current situation both of you find yourself in.

albedo loves alchemy, it's not an unknown fact for everyone in mondstat. that's his reputation across teyvat after all.

months of researches about one of his recent discoveries has led him to set off to liyue.

at first, you didn't want to bother him and his whatever experiments he's going to conduct but sucrose kept on insisting that you should go with albedo since she thought that you would miss him like you usually would when he's out studying things around him.

right then and there, you decided that you should go with him. after all, the silent plea in his eyes on that day was more than enough to convince you in keeping him company throughout the journey.

albedo isn't someone who talks out loud about his feelings, but the joyful glint in his eyes when he saw you packing your things to be his temporary assistant wasn't went unnoticed by you.

"of course," unfortunately, he hears you very well, "unless you want to sleep outside without my warmth and i get the bed all to myself," the corner of his lips curves, a small grin plasters all over his face whilst settling his things down onto the table.

you are caught off guard with his bold statement, a blush creeps onto your face, feeling yourself getting hot and flushed with embarrassment, despite the rains outside crashing heavily against the window.

the weather forced you and albedo to halt his studies midway, and stumbled upon a nearby village. you thanked the archons that an old lady was kind enough to provide a shelter for both of you to stay the night and away from the terrible weather.

but, the only problem is, there's only one unoccupied room.

"come here," he calls out, and the moment you turn around to face him, albedo already sits on the edge of the bed.

"i mean, if you're uncomfortable, i can just sleep on the couch?" you abruptly cut him off, and you didn't think thoroughly of your words before albedo pulls you into him, "no, my angel should get a nice rest. you have helped me out and i know you're tired. i don't think we could set off before dawn either."

albedo rarely shows public displays of affection. he tries to avoid them at any cost but you're just flustered when he acts like this when the two of you are actually alone.

"look, it's nice having you by my side," in a swift motion, he cuddles you by his side, succumbing into the soft mattress underneath and you hope that albedo doesn't notice the violent beating of your already weak heart.

he hums, and the way his arms sneak across your waist sends you straight into jitters, "we rarely spent our free time together in the past week, i'm sorry if i was too busy with these workloads and somehow neglecting you along the way," he pulls you into a tighter embrace, the warmth is nice, he feels like home.

"it's—it's okay," you stutter, finally having the courage to cup his face in between your hands, gently tugging his hair away from his beautiful face, why does he is so perfect in your eyes? you don't know, but you feel yourself leaning into his hold more with the way he gazes your features with such a soft look, you could lost in his eyes if he keeps on looking at you like that.

the silence is comforting, nothing is more calming than this, "can i kiss you?" albedo murmurs against you, and he giggles when he sees how your eyes go wide, "what? didn't we like, kiss a million times before this?" you ask, secretly inhaling the familiar scent of him, "nothing, you're just so fragile, i just think that i have to ask for your consent, or else, you might went too red and too cute for me," he pecks your nose, and you hide your face in his chest to cover the pinkish tone that might have painted on your cheeks.

"what's up with you acting like a lovesick puppy all of sudden?"

"what's up with you doubting my actions?" he chuckles lightly, "i miss my cuddles," there he goes, saying something so boldly that makes your heart skyrockets once again.

"let's just sleep, we have a lot of things to uncover tomorrow," he kisses your forehead, a habit he seems to develop after years of being with you, "i love you, always remember that."

"of course i'm aware of that, and of course you're aware that i love you too, albedo."

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[amphxtrite]

draco malfoy x fem!reader

part two: a wordless promise

warning: Angst

summary: song fic loosely based off Isak Danielson’s song Broken

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, hope you like it :)

enjoy <3

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Do you need, do you need someone?

Are you scared of what's to come?

If you leave then who will the next one be?

Will he do the same or will he let you see

“y/n, I’m breaking up with you.”

your heart stops, you can feel the tears welling in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall just yet.

“Draco.” you start, “w-what did I do wrong?” you curse yourself for stuttering, but the words just won’t come out properly.

“I- I don’t think this is working y/n. We can’t be together when you’re a filthy, useless half-blood.” he spits

Draco’s face remains stoic and cruel, but on the inside he’s breaking down. He doesn’t want to do this, but he won’t let Voldemort or any of his vile followers put a target in your back for being in a relationship with him. He won’t put you in that kind of danger.

“you-you don’t mean that. Draco.” you cry out pain written on all your features. “I love you, you said you didn’t care I was a half-blood! I need you please, please don’t break up with me.” your voice is reduced to a gentle plea. The tears have flown free now, cascading down your face, you can taste the salty tears, but it’s the least of your worries right now.

Draco’s heart tightens in his chest, you were right, he doesn’t care your blood status, he never really did, half of him wants to take it all back, tell you the truth and rush back into your arms. His other half knows this isn’t a possibility, that you’d die staying with him. You didn’t deserve a man like him.

“people change.” he states plainly, before turning on his heel and walking away from you as fast as he could. He can feel his own tears begin to well in his eyes, but doesn’t let them fall, he breaks into a run when he knows you can’t see him and rushes into the castle and into an empty classroom. He breaks down. Let’s all the feelings of regret and sadness take over him as he sits, rocking himself back and forth, silently cursing himself for this.

When Draco is no longer in your field of sight you fall to your knees in the wet grass beneath you.

“this, this isn’t real.” you murmur to yourself.

No, you’re going to wake up any second now and your love will be there with his arms wide open to hold you, tell you it was just a nightmare, that he would never leave your side.

you needed him, he was your light in the darkness, your reminder that you were safe and loved, the one who would hold you close when you were scared, hold your hand while you walked to classes, and make sure you were eating when you were studying too hard.

You never woke up from this nightmare, no, this was real. Draco was really gone... your love had left you.

That you don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore?

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

It had been exactly a month since the day Draco had broken up with you.

It was hard to eat, hard to sleep, or focus on your studies and you became a shell of the person you used to be.

Your h/c hair no longer shined

Your skin seemed to sag and you had grown accustomed to the dark circles under your eyes.

Your uniform seemed to hang very loosely against your form.

It was very obvious to everyone around you that you were not taking the break up well. And your best friend Hermione was trying her best to try and help you.

“c’mon y/n, just take a few bites of your sandwich you haven’t eaten a full meal in weeks!” she whisper shouts to you at dinner.

you simply nod your head at her comment and nibble a bit at your corner of the bread.

Hermione was worried. She knew that you loved Draco with your entire being and that not being with him was taking a toll on you. She wanted her happy best friend back, but she had no idea what to do. Draco seemed to always be avoiding you and Hermione almost never saw him. It had gotten to the point Harry hadn’t been approached by Malfoy’s snide comments once in the month he had broken up with you. She decided to take a different approach to try and get you happy again.

“hey y/n, how about we go to hogsmeade tomorrow, for a butterbear and some sweets from Honeydukes, hm?” she suggests with a smile, she knew her best friends weakness for sweets and decided it would be a good to use to her advantage to help.

“sounds good ‘mione.” you say with a small smile. You were thankful for your best friend’s attempt at making you smile, but really you wanted to just climb into you comfy-bed and wallow in your sadness.

“Good! I’ve got to go, but i’ll meet you tomorrow in the courtyard okay?”

“see you then.” you respond, taking a couple more sips of your pumpkin juice before leaving.

You head back to the y/h common room and head up to the girls dormitory thinking, maybe this was a good thing going out again, having fun. This could be your first step forwards to trying to recover, but a little voice at the back of your head told you that wasn’t going to happen.

You are broken on the floor

And you're crying, crying

He has done this all before

But you're lying, lying

To yourself, that he'll find help

That he will change to someone else

But you're broken on the floor

Still, asking him for more

Draco had tried to break up with you once before, like this time he was scared that you being with him would only hurt you and he couldn’t let that happen, it scared him greatly. He tried to bring himself to do it but only a few seconds after the words tumbled out of his mouth, he started to tear up at the look of hurt on your face and apologized, taking it back and gathering you into his arms, whispering i love you’s in your ear and drying the tears that had just begun to flow.

That was the dream that clouded your mind as you woke up the next morning, Draco apologizing to you for almost leaving, and pulling you in to him, muttering in between kisses that he was sorry and didn’t mean it. you reached up and brushed your lips with your fingers, it was like you could still feel his soft lips on yours, the thought brought even more pain to your heart and you quickly brushed away the thought. You opted for a quick shower before getting ready to hang out with Hermione. Letting the hot water run over your body, you focus on the feeling of how nice the water feels, simply standing there, you realize how long it’s been since you really focused on yourself and your needs. Quickly turning off the shower, and toweling down, you grab your outfit and get dressed, you put on your black track pants, a grey sweatshirt and pull on your coat and a scarf. Slipping your shoes on, you grab your bag and leave.

“Hey ‘Mione!” you shout at the curly haired girl as you enter the courtyard.

“y/n/n!” she runs over to you and wraps you in a hug. She’s glad some of the colour has returned to your skin and your smile is a bit wider.

The duo is soon greeted by Ron and Harry as they make their way to Filch, the boys are cracking jokes and talking about quidditch and when their forms are checked, they’re off.

As you walk through the beautiful village you can’t help but think back to the times Draco and you would come to spend time together, drinking butterbeer and him spoiling you with sweets at Honeydukes, a small smile plays at your lips.

Hermione starts to drag you towards a shop as you finally snap out of your thoughts.

“let’s go y/n! Ronald and Harry are already in the shop!” she laughs as the two of you. rush into the familiar store. You stop for a second to breathe in the intoxicating smell of chocolate and candy, and then you’re rushing around the shops, the golden trio by your side.

“Merlin, there’s so many options.” you breathe out.

“You can’t go wrong with the classics though.” smiles Ron as he throws you a chocolate frog.

“A man of good taste.” you agree and continue to look around to find something new to try.

As you reach out for some kind of taffy that will change your voice, a familiar glint of platinum blonde hair catches your eye, you turn to see the familiar slytherin boy grabbing a couple chocolate frogs, looking lost. You must have been imagining it but Draco looked as bad as you did. His blonde hair was drooping in front of his eyes, his skin was almost a sickly yellow colour, and you could see the dark circles that hung under his beautiful eyes.

You don't have to hurt anymore

your lips turn up at the sight of his eyes lighting up at the chocolate, your thoughts flash black to a day long ago, lying in his 4-poster bed.

“Draco that’s your fourth chocolate frog, is it healthy to be eating that much?” you questioned with a laugh.

He looked at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Well, I guess not love, but how can you resist the perfect chocolate taste.” He says slightly airily. Snuggling you closer to his chest.

“I guess you have a point darling.” you sigh, perfectly comfortable in his arms.

“You know what love? I think I love chocolate almost as much as I love you.”

you put your hand up to your chest in mock offence.

“I said almost!” he laughs wrapping his arms around he securely and kissing the top of your head.

Before Draco could catch you staring, you quickly grab the taffy and meet up with the rest of the gang.

Little did you know Draco had also seen you and while you were daydreaming he glanced at you and felt his heart break when he knew you weren’t there with him.

Will you leave or will you carry on?

Is your love from before still strong?

If you leave, will you keep the memory

That made the night so long, that cut so deep?

Paying for your sweets and heading back out into the crisp fall air you let your thoughts run wild. You missed Draco so much, you knew this feeling wouldn’t leave you, you’d be in love with the slytherin till your last breath. Though as much as you loved him, you couldn’t help but wonder, what would your life look like if you did move on? Would you meet someone else? fall in love with them? The thought felt foreign to you and you pushed it away.

The Golden Trio began to head over to The Three Broomsticks for some butter beers, but you decided to excuse yourself and head back to the castle.

“Are you sure y/n?” Hermione questioned.

“Yeah,” continued Harry, “it’ll be fun, besides it still to early to head back”

You smiled at the group.

“I’m sure, you guys go ahead i’ll see you back at the castle.”

Hermione seemed hesitant, she didn’t want to just leave her best friend alone, but the look in y/n’s eyes made her realize she just wanted some time for herself so she nodded her head and followed the boys into the pub.

grateful for your three friend’s understanding, you start to take the trek back to the castle.

You don't have to hurt, you don't have to hurt anymore

With a little time, take a look and find what you're searching for

breathing in the evening air you continue to think to yourself.

Draco was your one, your person, the only man for you. You could never see yourself give that love up. You were deeply head over heels for the blonde boy, even if the words he spoke cut deep.

The words “filthy half-blood” seemed to cut into your soul, making your stomach feel weak. No matter how hard you tried to push those words out of your memories by remembering all the good times, your head seems to give you a harsh reality check.

You didn’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until you felt a gentle wind blow against your face. Deep inside you was the hope that Draco hadn’t meant what he said and that there was a good reason for trying to distance himself from you.

You held onto that hope, held it tightly in your arms, the hope that one day your prince would return to you, when he was ready, when the stars would align and show him that the love he had tried to leave behind was still there waiting, with their arms wide and a smile on their face.

[the-last-cuddlebender]

Since I don't really enjoy character death fics (I'm an absolute crying mess after reading them😂😭) I request a fluffy fic where, a few months after bumi is born, the gaang get together and they all want to carry bumi after not seeing him for so long😂🤷‍♀️

Character death fics chip away my soul I stg (tho I might just make that fic a coming-home fix since I left Aang’s death kindof dubious👀)

This prompt was a lot more fun than I anticipated lol. I’m still a tad loopy from my fever, so grammar may or may not be optional😅. I hope you enjoy my hot mess madness tho!

(Bestuncle!Sokka? Bestuncle!Sokka😤)

Words: 1,023

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“Sokka.”

“No.”

“Sokka...”

“No.”

“Sokka—!”

“You just had him! It’s my turn! Besides, I’m his favorite.” Sokka bumped his nose with Bumi’s and tickled his tummy with his fingers. Bumi was hardly as big as a loaf of bread, but his laugh was as loud as Appa’s happy-groan-growl. “Isn’t that right, Boom-erang? Yes, it is. Yes, it is~ Ow!”

Bumi didn’t let go of Sokka’s finger even as Sokka stomped his foot and bit his lip to hold back a curse that would have given Katara more than enough reason to end him. Bumi may not have any teeth, but, Spirits, did the kid have some jaw strength.

“That, Snoozles, is called karma.” Toph simultaneously scooped Bumi from under his arms and bumped her hip to Sokka’s; and though the touch seemed light, the Water Tribe warrior left a dent in the wall as he flew from the blow.

(Zuko winced and probed Sokka’s drooling, almost-broken form. Sokka clung to life...but just barely.)

Maternity suited Toph just as beautifully as Katara, and Bumi smiled a supernova when she cradled him in her arms. His grasping hands reached for her face and patted her cheeks to feel the curve of her smile.

“Awwww, look at you, little warrior,” Suki cooed. She offered her fingers for Bumi to latch onto, and his giggle reached crescendo as she wiggled his little fists. “You are absolutely adorable. You’ve grown so much!”

“He’s heavier, too.” Toph frowned. “And a little cold. Hey, Flames-for-Brains—”

Zuko was a shadow at Suki’s shoulder and already curling his hands under Bumi’s bum and back. It had taken him a while to learn how to hold Bumi just right, but now Zuko accepted the transfer with ease.

Bumi froze, looked shocked, and then turned to bury his face in the little sun holding him.

Suki cooed some more. “Looks like you’ve got some best-uncle competition, Sokka.”

Sokka was on his feet in the next second. He looked at Suki like she just grew a third head. “What?!” he cried, his voice cracking like when they were kids. 

They all laughed, Sokka sulked, and none of them thought anything of Sokka’s (or their own) volume until Bumi flinched and sniffled.

Then he started to cry.

And Sokka looked ready to throw himself on a pyre to save his nephew from even one more tear.

“Sokka!” Suki hissed. Zuko looked as ticked as she sounded.

“Oh, nononono, it’s okay Boom-erang. It’s okay. I’m sorry.” Sokka tripped over himself to offer his hands to the babe in a small sign of apology. “It’s okay. Uncle Sokka was just being silly.”

Bumi’s tears thinned to small streams...

...but not before the Avatar tore through the temple to save his crying little world. 

Aang turned the corner at such a high speed and at such a sharp angle that he slid, parallel to the ground, into the adjacent wall. He was shirtless, shoeless, and so flushed with panic that he rearranged his facial anatomy with how wide he made his eyes.

“Bumi?” He fell twice before standing. “Guys, where—What’s Bumi—?”

“Calm down, Twinkletoes. Bumi is fine. Sokka is just a moron.”

“It was an accident!” Sokka pleaded in a whisper.

Aang teleported to Zuko’s side. Bumi turned to his father like a sunflower did to the sun—knowing where he was and grasping for him even though his eyes were closed. 

Once Aang had little Bumi safe in his arms, his world stopped tilting all crooked. His baby boy’s cry was broken by a comforted sound—content—that muted his next whine into a dull whimper. Smacking his lips, Bumi cuddled into the warm safety that held him, but he squirmed when he found no robe to hold onto.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh...It’s okay, Boom-Boom. Daddy’s here. Shhh…” Aang held Bumi high enough so one of his hands could anchor onto his prayer beads. Bumi’s other hand flailed until it found the fingers of Aang’s free hand, and Bumi finally—finally, bless the Spirits—calmed. He almost looked on the verge of sleep. He curled into his father’s chest, bodily hugged Aang’s hand, and gently gnawed his fingers.

Then it was quiet.

Then Toph smacked the back of Sokka’s head.

Then Suki did, too.

“Ow! What was that for?”

They said nothing, but their glares said everything. Zuko walked up, pinched the bridge of his nose, and flicked between Sokka’s eyes.

“Seriously?!”

“Hehe!”

They all looked over at father and son. Bumi giggled again and held Aang’s finger a little bit tighter.

“There’s that smile,” Aang said. He kissed Bumi’s head and blew a small raspberry that made his son giggle even louder and squirm even more.

Then Aang stopped. 

And Bumi looked at Sokka expectantly.

Then Bumi started to cry.

Suki turned on Sokka. “What did you do?!” she demanded in a whisper that shook the room like a shout.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Sokka!”

“I swear, Zuko! I swear!”

Toph smacked the back of Sokka’s head again.

And Bumi…Bumi giggled.

Toph smiled something evil. “I think Bumi thought that was funny.”

Zuko pinched between his eyes and mumbled a dozen different prayers to a dozen different deities. Sokka backed up like he wanted to do the same, especially when Bumi cried again.

“Now, now, come on, guys, let’s not—Come on, Suki, I know at least you can’t…u-um…”

Katara rounded the corner so fast that a wind like a bite-sized hurricane chased in her wake. The way she slid into her brother should have sent Sokka through the wall, but the Spirits Zuko had prayed to cushioned Sokka’s travel through the air by catapulting him among the sacks of flour and grain.

Bumi laughed like he was born to do nothing else but smile. Katara melted, weighed down by a relieved grin, as she vanished and reappeared at Aang’s side.

She kissed her husband and son, gave Bumi one extra just because, and turned to the others like she was a spirit that demanded a blood sacrifice if she were to remain benevolent.

Katara looked to Suki for an answer. Suki shrugged and pointed to Sokka.

...Toph grinned something even more evil than evil.

...Zuko sighed again but with passion and sulked into a corner to alert the mortal coil that everything was about to go to shit.

Sokka paused his struggle of getting free of the grain bags, shivered from the sudden cold rippling through the weave of the universe, and pulled himself out with a plea at the ready.

“Katara, listen, I don’t know what they said, but it’s not—”

The universe was merciful and Katara was all-knowing, but Sokka didn’t know what to think when his sister dragged him by his scruff to an awaiting Aang and a fitful Bumi. 

Then Bumi looked at Sokka expectantly.

And Aang put his baby boy into Sokka’s arms.

Sokka still didn’t know what to do even as Bumi smiled and squirmed, his hands reaching for something.

“I’m sorry, Boom-erang. Uncle Sokka didn’t mean to scare you. He promises not to—Ow!”

Bumi smiled around Sokka’s finger. Spirits, the kid had some jaw strength. 

The world got a little lighter as Sokka’s once impending doom retreated back into the form of his sister. Katara was shoulder-to-shoulder with him and making Bumi smile even wider when she brushed the fine hairs on his head.

“...You’re lucky you’re his favorite,” she whispered. 

Now it was Sokka’s turn to smile, and he couldn’t care less when Bumi gnawed a little harder.

“That’s my little Boom-erang~” he cooed. “I knew you would come back around.”

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I’m still trying to get a knack for writing Sokka. He’s the member of the Gaang I struggle the most with idk why. I would have thought he’d be the easiest for me, but nope

(And, yes, that was a shameless Ice Age reference in there lol)

(Also! I’m trying to do these prompts in order (IM NOT IGNORING ANY OF THEM I SWEAR I LOVE AND APPRECIATE THEM ALL DEARLY), so up next: kataang pilot AU!)

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A final fantasy fanfiction for my oc and her family.

Characters: Cor leonis,Laura lucis caelum (my oc), Aurora Tummelt (my oc), Gladiolus Amicitia.

Warning:

 My national language is not English. I apologize for spelling and grammar mistakes.

Summary:

When your flesh and blood are mixed with pain and you are nurtured with it, you dedicate your whole being to those who were trying to improve your suffering by touching their love. What's wrong with you? It does hurt to lose these loved ones, even thinking about it bothers you. At that time .. you grab everything to stop the destiny .. like a bird stuck in a cage and trying for freedom, you knock yourself on the door and the wall to find a way ... and if you find it. Nothing can stop you, even if it is a God!

Part:7

He woke up to the sound of a woman's moaning and screaming. He raised his head from the steering wheel and stared around. His breath was a little faster than usual, so he tried to get them back to normal with deep breaths! He raised his hand and took the drops of sweat from his forehead, raised his head, and looked at the car clock. He had lost time, 2 hours of sleep was too much when Laura was there! His blue eyes lit up and he turned on the car again. He has to go to Shiva Mountain himself. Laura's pain was getting worse in his sleep, he only hoped that he would get it sooner! he got to the point where the car really couldn't go anymore. He got out of the car, filled Laura's backpack with food and potions. Even if he doesn't get the potion, he must take the food, Laura eats more when she was in pain! When she ate, she regained her energy and became refreshed. He locked the car and walked towards the mountain. Not slow, with long steps and close to running. It was not long before the deadly cold that he covered his coat. He put his coat's furry hat on his head and wanted to go higher, but his phone rang. He stood up and replied:

" Is there a problem, Gladio?"

" No! you don't know where is princess, not only can you handle it! Let me come with you"

"I don't need help, take care of them Gladio! If they make a mistake, kill them."

Gladio's eyes were fixed on Aurora and her brother, and Loqi were plugged in like a cell phone connected to a charger! nodded slowly:

"watch out!"

He cut off the call and returned his cell phone to his pocket. Slowly he sat down next to Loki on the edge of the bed:

"You don't tell that you have a twin sister!"

Loqi's teeth were still tied together. He closed his eyelids and slowly lay down:

"I can't tell everything I loved, to my enemies!"

Contrary to Loqi's expectations, Aurora broke his word:

" I grew up with your enemies, do you remember?"

"Don't force me to remember it!"

The smile painted Aurora's lips. She gently kissed his brother's head with love and pulled the blanket over his tension. Gladio stood up so that the girl could do her job more easily! When Aurora's work was completed, her thin arm was in Gladio's hand. She turned her head towards the tallboy to see why he was doing this. There was no opposition from Aurora, but she went after Gladio. Somewhere away from the tent, he stood around the table. There was a plate of food on the table. For Aurora as well as Mr. Amicita! It was disrespectful to him if Aurora started eating earlier and without permission, so she raised her head to see if he would allow it. It was a half-bright look. There was a special charm in Gladio's look, which was sewn at sunset!

"I have never seen a Cor so scared!"

Aurora's eyebrows slowly raised up in surprise! She tilted her head slightly and rested his hand on the table:

"what do you mean?"

Gladio turned his head to Aurora:

" I knew it was a time when he had a relationship with Laura, but that he was in such a hurry and alone."

For a moment, Aurora's face took on a thoughtful gesture. She picked up the flask and poured some tea for herself, but gave up on drinking only tea, so she took the cup to Gladio and looked at him:

"How much do you know about the history of your attacks on test sites of Nifs?"

Gladio's eyes widened in surprise. He took the cup from her and stared at her:

"Well, once my grandfather attacked, my father once too, but ... Why do you ask?

"How much information do you have about the princess!"

"I'm sure more than you!"

"If you knew more, you wouldn't be surprised why Cor went alone! It's not a matter of interest! The problem is another thing!"

Tea steam raised from the cup slowly and gave a happy smile to Aurora. She grabbed her cup and stared into Gladio's eyes! He loved their color! The color of the tea is dark. He ate some of the contents of his cup and continued so that Gladio's curious look on his face would not make laugh:

"Your princess was a perfect example of Verstael testing that a man named Clonus Amicitia stole her!"

Gladio's frowns opened, showing how surprised he was:

"Is she a Nif?

"No! She was a modified copy of King Regis! It's weird that you don't know !!

"Surely king Regis did not consider it appropriate for this issue to be widespread!"

"Exactly Mr. Amicitia. And that's why Cor went alone! Because he didn't want anyone to know Laura's secret! Plus, it might be too late and Laura wouldn't be Laura!

"what do you mean!!!"

"Laura was supposed to be created to fight you with your own magic! She is so powerful! Something I'm not even sure she even imagines! She doesn't know at all !! As I told you, if Cor arrives late, he will die! And then it's our turn!"

"Do you want to say .. will she be controlled ?!"

" It wasn't supposed to be, but yes, they have to clear her mind to control her, otherwise, she didn't give her power to them!"

Aurora's words made Gladio regret why Cor went to her alone! Of course, if they were better and faster together, they would reach Laura. He sipped his cup of hot tea and moved his head to the sides:

" I hope the situation is right."

Aurora's face slowly grew sad and she drank some tea:

"me too."

The night had arrived, a cold, heavy, dark night. So deep that it penetrated your being. The laboratory was silent. The researchers were all in their dormitories, relaxing in the dark. The silence was so deep and heavy that it created illusions. Illusions for a girl in a cylinder.

Her two-colored eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly, she could hear sounds she didn't remember much about who their owners were, she had lost herself as if a big black hole that was formed in his mind and the voices were rising from the dark end of it.

Slowly she opened her eyes, she was so immersed in the liquid that his eyes were used to it, she took a deep breath, she was so calm that nothing came to her until a few hours ago she was trying to escape and was boasting. She doesn't remember at all! She slowly turned her eyes to see those around her so she could forget those sounds. But something new was added to those sounds, obscure images that could not be ignored!

There was a man standing in front of her who liked his seriousness and look, a man who was smiling at her and his green eyes were shouting that he was interested in her. Maybe she'll remember if she focused on those eyes. "Daddy " was the voice of a little girl running towards the man. Her distant eyes were familiar ...! She closed his eyes for a moment and stared around again.

She recognized blue soft light. The crystalline particles around the cylinder moved gently and gathered together. And that beautiful light grew bigger. It was wonderful and strange and interesting for someone who doesn't remember, especially the appearance of a man standing between the lights and shining! Nobody can see them, man but Laura. And that was nothing but a real illusion, that blue light seemed sacred to her ... that blue light ... as if it was penetrating inside her and causing that deep black hole in his mind to slowly lighten up.

Memories were clear to her that had either tormented her or made her deeply happy. Her gaze was staring at the blue light and she was slowly remembering the pain, the calm, the pain .. All those who came to her mind were men, men who It's like having a lifetime in front of her eyes once again! The joy of a little girl who was now clear to him as her childhood, next to those men made her remember more ... and at the end of that blue light ... Snow dots were associated with her, the image of a teenager who quickly distanced herself from him. He would go and laura would drown in her own pleas! A painful memory of a failure that was not for herself!

That blue light was the spirit that had listened to Laura's pain for years. The spirit that could have made that little girl a real fighter. But now he had to leave Laura alone. He had already sent her to sleep for protected her of a dangerous situation, but now he was helping her remember her memories. With Somnus gone, Laura closed her eyelids and read her name in her heart, because it was the only word that came to mind. It was .. the name that had been the same since childhood as Laura's lonely companion:

"Somnus ..!"

Her eyes suddenly opened as shone with the same bright blue light, but it didn't take long. She clenched her fist and hit the glass body of the cylinder with all her might. Once .. twice ... the skin above the bones of her hand was bruised, but with each blow, she struck a crack in the cylindrical cracks. With a stronger blow, the cylinder broke beforehand and Laura fell to the ground with the object that surrounded her!

She removed the mask from her face and threw it away. The red warning light was seen throughout the laboratory. A flashing light that was the only light illuminating that demonic place. A place that had to be destroyed. Not to Laura's own hands! She was pulled out and gone for the door. It was tied up in front of her and could not open until It received the code. Laura put her hands on the door and with a few deep breaths crumpled it in his hand. Performing this magic in a forbidden place was so heavy that Laura had no choice but to scream in anger.

The iron gathered like dough in her hand and then pressed against the sides. The way was open for Laura. She went forward with force, and every soldier who attacked her and quickly disarmed with her, she used their weapons and killed all of them. The whole laboratory was facing a crisis, a crisis called Laura! A killing machine that attacked people who were in the service of her creator!

She was right in the hallways that there were human and monster specimens! It didn't take long for the force absorbed in killing her opponents to become a sword in her hands. A sword made for Laura. She forcefully beat her blade on the glass that was the prison of monsters! She did not intend to destroy them! She wanted to throw them at the lives of their creators! Mean Verstael .. and the whole base! After releasing those monsters, she was able to distract the soldiers! Not just soldiers but all researchers! And that was the best opportunity for Laura that she can escape and take refuge in the mountains.

The wind and cold could not bend his back or force him to retreat! His skin was partially burnt, and the snowflakes were streaked between his brown hair. He was holding his katana in his arms to control his anxiety a little by squeezing it. He knew Laura was no longer at the headquarters. Before infiltrating the base, he heard from the wounded that Laura had escaped! But where was she now that she had escaped? She was fine or not! He stood up in his place and called out the name of his beloved Laura in a loud voice!

"Laura !!"

He paused for a moment to hear a sound, but no sound was heard! He continued walking again. It wasn't long before he heard a faint sound! It was difficult to tell the direction of the sound in that wind. He turned his head to see the owner of the sound, but the only thing he saw was Gentiana! He was a little surprised, but his face did not show his feelings. He looked at Shiva and followed the path marked with diamonds, realizing that the reason for Gentiana's presence was only to keep Laura because he was sure that Laura would not be second in this cold! The wind suddenly blew away, and the snow fell slowly. He dropped his backpack and followed the path that Gentiana had shown him. Just above the hill! He stood up and stared at her, poor laura, she has crumpled herself and shivering from the cold! Hope flooded Laura's heart when she saw the Marshal. She smiled briefly and from the place where she was standing, she takes a point warp to Cor! She was frozen and couldn't talk! She knew that Cor's embrace was hot and that it was somewhat cold! But she appeared in exactly one step of cor, her thin body unable to withstand the pressure of point warp and she fainted.

Cor's hands quickly wrapped around Laura's body, it was heavy in his hands and this was not a good sign, his eyes were full of anxiety and he could not breathe freely. He couldn't turn Laura back in the wind though! He was happy to see the mouth of a cave. He hugged Lara, showed his dagger in his hand, and hurried it to the cave. he takes a  Point Warp and then down on Laura on the floor. He took off his coat and threw it on Laura's body.

" Laura? Can you hear me?"

Cor,s voices could be clearly audible for Laura. But she could not answer. She hadn't lost consciousness yet, but she couldn't stop Cor from worrying. And Cor horror had already increased. He took Laura on the ground and went a little further into the cave. He was sure he would not find a wood that could be burned! He sat down and keeps Laura in his hug, all his work was done quickly and anxiously. He presses Laura firmly to his body to warm her. He put his breath in her neck and put his hands on Laura's frozen body to warm her. That was all he could do to save her:

" Stay with me, Laura! do you hear me?? Please open your eyes!"

Cor's worries bothered Laura so much. She didn't want cor to feel that he was losing his love, so she answered in a weak tone and a two-tone voice:

"I'm just tired ... I'm fine!"

Laura's voice suddenly calmed him. He gave up the fight and hid his head in Laura's neck, takes deep breaths to calm down! He thought he was losing Laura. Hatred of crying data in his throat, but he was Cor and he could control it. He kissed Laura's wet hair and held her in his arms, so worried that he didn't want to get away her from himself even a little. It was a lot of fun for Laura, but she might have bothered him anyway, and she didn't want to. So she spoke

slowly again:

" That's how you get annoyed, Cor .. !!"

"You're cold, I can't put you on the ground!"

Laura's frozen eyelashes parted and her eyes opened slowly

"How long have you been in the mountains? Your face is burned!"

Created a faint smile on Cor lips. Meeting. He gently pulled Laura's wet hair from her face. He took one of Laura's hands between his fingers and breathed a little to warm it:

"One of them says that healthy skin is not left on his face."

He kissed Laura's blue fingers, her look turned to the lips that kissed her fingers. She laughed softly and closed his eyes again:

" I'm so tired, otherwise, I would have answered you!"

Cor's smile faded and the frown comes on his forehead :

"what did you want to say?"

" My mind doesn't work, I don't know how I should react!"

Again a smile sat on Cor's face. He caught fire in his hand, held it in front of Laura, and clung to her more than ever. He stared at her face, his hands weren't free so he could caress her face, what's wrong? Laura was the only woman who had Cor's heart, the experience had shown her that it was not bad to express his feelings at times. He lowered his head and placed his forehead on Laura's forehead and kissed her on the nose. A faint smile settled on Laura's lips, but it soon faded, her eyelids opened, and her face stared at Cor by a little at the anxiety or discomfort or any other negative feeling. Her voice became quieter because Cor was beside her and did not need to expend energy to speak louder:

" I had a fantastic dream, Cor ..!

Cor's cold but lovely face wiped away the smile and replied more seriously:

"In awaken??

" In the lab, when Verstael wanted to wash my mind!"

"What did you see?"

There was a moment of silence on Laura's lips. She looked at the waiting eyes of Cor and stared at an unknown point:

" You have to help me, my Immortal! I don't trust anyone but you!"

Surprisingly, the only reaction that Cor was shown. He frowned and lit the flame in his hand! He forced Laura to sit down, and while pulling her bag forward, give her some of the food she had brought with her:

" You know, I don't like this secret mode of you ! it is dangerous!! So clearly say what you saw!"

Laura's gaze fell into the bag, she had no appetite because her mind was so busy. But to alleviate his weakness, he grabbed a packet of chocolate biscuits that Cor take it for her, opened it, and took one out of the package. She paused the biscuit front her mouth and continued:

"I have to open the crystal. Without anyone realizing it!"

She chewed a little of the biscuits and then looked at her Cor:

" I don't want them to think that I want to betray my king .. You know that these words have always been behind me! So you have to understand."

Cor was frowning! His look, which was a little angry, directly targeted Laura:

" Do you want to kill yourself? You just ran away from the nifs right now!!

The princess's will was not only shaken but more determined than ever:

"Before that, I have to go to Lunafreya. I don't want Noctis to smell this!

"What do you want to do, Laura !!"

There was a moment of silence on the princess's lips. She raised his head and looked at Cor with a tired but strong look:

"I want to stand against Bahamut! I want to save Noctis and the rulers of yore. I can't shake hands so that they ruined!"