#and i also happened to have three different heart shaped necklaces to give them

[coffee-seed]

Valentine's day

Genshin

Day 2: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jingyuan

a/n: istg seedy school is crazy for expelling her just because she's always sick, so im off tumblr for over one week to take care her problem. (Genshin valentine part 2 will be come soon-)

Dan heng

this man is too busy with his book to notice you, even though he is actually currently thinking about a valentine's gift for you. when he was in xianzhou luofu later he would go to scalegorge waterscape to look for something there, the last time he was there after fighting phantylia, he found a beautiful stone that could be used to make rings or necklaces.

so in the end he will go to xianzhou luofu again to pick up the stone, even though he doesn't want to set his foot down there he is forced to do it for you, and only you of course. while on the other hand, you trying to get his attention and are confused because this man has been daydreaming for a long time, what is he even thinking?

valentine's day was approaching and dan heng still hadn't found the stone he was looking for, despair overwhelmed him before finally finding the stone near one of vidyahara's eggs, it's not near but its a bit under the eggs. he had to be careful not to crack the egg or worse, break it and become a sunny side up egg.

slowly but surely he was able to remove the stone safely without the eggs breaking. finally, he took the stone back to the astral express so he could finally shape it into a ring, was he going to propose to you? still not sure, what is clear is that he wants this gift to be the most valuable of all, in other word yes he wants to propose to you.

because he can't make a ring, he commissions someone to do it for him and will pay a lot of credit, the person who made the ring for dan heng agreed and started giving a lot of examples of what the ring will look like. dan heng chose the shape for a long time and finally found the right shape that suits you, the person understood and started working on the project.

day after day passed until valentine finally came, dan heng had gotten the ring and didn't forget to put it in a safe place. while you were wrapping a book you found in belobog and also xianzhou luofu for dan heng. the two of you promised to meet at aurum alley in the afternoon, when you got together you immediately spent time walking around and eating. until finally at the end of the date, dan heng suddenly stopped in his tracks and started looking at you, you who saw him suddenly stop out of nowhere confused about what was happening.

slowly he began to kneel and took out the ring box… “[Name] you are the most precious person in my life, I am kneeling here wanting to ask you something… will you marry me?” you immediately fell silent, not knowing what to answer, tears slowly started to flow from your eyes, making dan heng panic and start to stand up to wipe your tears.

he might not get your answer yet, but he knows what your answer is…

Gepard Landau

captain of silvermane guards and noble from landau family, how lucky of you can get his heart. you and gepard have been dating for a long time, or more precisely three years, but your relationship is very special, even though he is always busy with work, of course he makes time to celebrate valentine's day with you.

this year is like the previous year, but what's different is that gepard is confused about what to buy you, even though you always say it doesn't need to be extravagant, he still insists on giving you the best.

he went to Serval to ask for suggestions for your valentine gift, “oh you gepard, buy them a plushie and a novel. try it, it will work!” he was a bit hesitant and suspicious... but this was his sister, of course her advice was always good, so he did it even though he didn't know what plushies and novels you liked.

when valentine's day arrived, the two of you made an appointment to meet in front of the belobog museum building in the afternoon. so you take the time to get ready and also decorate the valentine's chocolate that you made, when you arrive in front of the Belobog Museum, you don't find Gepard anywhere, maybe he's on his way here.

and of course you were right, you saw him running towards you in his formal clothes and not his silvermane guard armor. it's very strange to see him dressed formally at a simple date like this, but this is what you like about him. he looks out of breath from running out of nowhere so you give him time to normalize his breathing.

when his breathing was stabilise, you first sat near the museum fountain, there you took out chocolate from your bag and gave it to him. "Happy Valentine's Day Gepard," you said to the man and handed him the chocolate, gepard was only silent for a moment before accepting the chocolate from you. when it was gepard's turn to give the gift, he realized... he had left his gift at home.

wow gepard, you are embarrassing yourself in front of your future wife.

Jing Yuan (ft. Yanqing)

The dozing general always has a trick up his sleeve they say, as his wife the facts are true. you don't know what your husband has planned or surprises he makes for Valentine's every year, but that's what you like about your husband in general.

today is valentine's day, and your husband chose to take a day off just for yourself, and yanqing out of nowhere took a day off too... how strange. they both never take a day off on the same day, but you don't care and still spend your time with your little family. the only strange thing is that yanqing is a bit clingier than usual but you don't really mind.

at afternoon, yanqing invites you to go out for a walk, of course, as a good mother to him, you agree without thinking twice. you didn't forget to tell jing yuan that you and yanqing would be out until evening and he just agreed, usually he would grab your waist and tell you to stay.

You didn't really care and left. about walking until eight in the evening, because Yanqing pulled you to the food stalls in Aurum Alley and also to the sword shop. All these activities drain a lot of your energy, so when you two get home, yanqing immediately falls asleep leaving you in the kitchen to store the food you brought. when on the way to your bedroom you see lots of rose petals on the floor leading to your room, when you open the door to your room you find your husband sitting on the bed with only his bathrobe, and what's worse, the top part is wide open shows quite a tempting sight for anyone who sees it.

oh, so this is what the dozing general is planning.

a/n: this should be come out last week, but ye-

[ener-chi]

So I have few examples I can give🩷

These dreams are always so realistic, as if its a normal day. Few years ago until 2020 for example I had occuring dreams (for years) about me being in my bedroom always seeing the other door that I have at the end of my room slowly opening itself and it was mostly really scary vibe and I wasn't allowed to go and enter it so I was just in front of it staring and it was just scary but in other dreams It was the same but I was allowed to go in but at this point I can't remember what happened but I think I always woke up after going in. Also I am convinced that It could have a connection to an incident that happened because those dreams with the door stopped because in real life the door was opening itself all the time until it broke and we had to repair it so it could close again and at the same time I also had to throw away a necklace because a spirit was molesting me and I couldn't sleep at night so I think there could've been a connection but I don't know since I get dreams like this all the time for no reason. And every time I wake up it's mostly with a racing heart because and the end of them now I mostly wake up after being in my room and just hearing multiple voices especially like one loud monster like voice talking to me and something black going towards me before I wake up. It's always ending and starting in my bedroom. And meanwhile I had other dreams that were taking place in my home/bedroom. Also back then when I was way younger for example before I moved into this room I had different room downstairs and I always had the same occuring dream as a child EVERY TIME that something is up here (since the stairs to the attic/my bedroom I am in now was in my old room) and in every dream I was playing in my room and the door opened and something came down to me and I ran away with fear every time and they stopped after moving into the attic. Also the dream always ended after these creatures reached me. I really hope this helps🩷 it's actually really hard to explain properly buy I hope it helps!

"Hello dear🩷 I would like to have a reading from you if I an not too late and if you want/feel called to answer🩷 I hope I dont take too much time writing this😭

My name is Celine R., She/Her , I dont know if I am correct or not but about unique physical features I think it's my body in general. The shape. I don't know anyone with the same shape that gets on my nerves sometimes when I wanna buy new clothes and my full wide lips? and the color of them because it mostly looks like I have lipstick on.  My fav memory rn is from back when I was younger when I played outside in nature and being with my now dead dog I loved and still love so much🩷

About the reading I would like to know if you could tell me something about specific dreams I have? Since childhood I always had the same dreams over and over again and it always played in my home or specifically in the bedroom I was/am sleeping/spending time in. Recently I had a dream again and that really made me question why the hell I am always dreaming stuff like this and these dreams mostly are kind of scary too sometimes but it's always the same location. I don't know how to describe it more but I hope that is enough info for you🩷

It would be so awesome if I could get some clarity for this even if it's just a bit and not full on answer.

Thank you so much also if you won't do it🩷🩷"

Hi Celine!

Thank you for providing more information! Let's take a look...

I see... Her... In void space... Lying down... Long dark brown/black hair splayed out above her head... Hm... Something is not quite right with their energy... Physically... I get a feeling of like... Black tarriness... And... The flow is hindered... It feels like... Right shoulder... Could be implicated here... The energy when flowing around feels like a "hiccup"... There is something underlying...

I see... Three levels... Four, really... When there is a blockage... A big one... It can and usually does manifest on various levels... If not all of them... Physical... Emotional... Energetic... Spiritual...

There feels, to me... Like there is some major blockage that goes through all of the layers... It feels like a darkness that you are afraid of... And have been resisting exploring or confronting for a long long time...

Addressing... The blockage on any of the levels... Will get it moving on all levels... And cause things/situations in your life to manifest for it to move out and heal... As is... Custom... Ig... Don't know how else to phrase that... That's just how... It works...

The dreams... They nod...

There is... Hm... It's a combination of the emotional but also the spiritual aspect of it... I see... It's like your spirit self... Trying to analyze it... Work through it... Encourage you to explore it...

Like some black tar seeping through some cracks... Keeps dripping down, down, down... And then... I see you... Kind of... Crying... In the rain... Soaked... Cold... Alone...

Transition...

This... Unsettles you... It... Always has... I... Encourage you... To take a look inside of you... Within... And... Meditate on the discomfort... You will... Begin to know what needs to be done...

End reading...

Okay! Well. Just a bit of elaboration here. I describe it pretty well in the reading, but I do sense some kind of blockage. It... Feels pretty intense. Like it said at the end... I recommend that you meditate on the discomfort and what needs to be done. But I also would encourage you to maybe keep professional help and services in mind - therapists, healers, acupuncturists, etc.

Thanks for the ask! I'm sorry that you've been plagued by these dreams for so long. I hope that I was able to provide some insights, at least.

Blessings!

[egg-baby-official]

The gender gang, but they are wearing my own clothes =)!

[thesunicarusfellfor]

Icarus( did I spell that right? ) my beloved does you have any yandere c! Technoblade and philza with a shy reader stories? 👀

Feel free to take as long as you like I'm in no rush hopefully you don't mind me requesting alot if it's a problem then I will stop requesting as much as I do

Agian I love your writing have a lovely day or evening my beloved(platonic!!)

:D

Darling Mooshroom, I adore you so much (platonically). You have my full permission to fill my inbox with any and all requests that come to mind. I love the ideas you give me and you're the only one who has requested more than once (other than anons but I can't tell with them.)

Also. Philza Philza Philza I FINALLY GET TO WRITE FOR THIS MANS WOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry ignore me. Unfortunately, this story will be shorter than my normal ones because I used up the majority of my brainpower on other stories and I feel bad for keeping you waiting <3 (plat)

(Techno is not part of sleepy bois in this story. Instead, Techno and Philza are ancient gods and set more in like Ancient Egyptian times?? Really low key Yandere in this story)

TW: Yandere, mentions of a creep, getting robbed

Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza)

Was it your appearance? Or your shy personality? Perhaps it was the various amounts of golden chains and jewels sprinkled strategically all over your person...

Crows and Piglins were naturally attracted to gold, so that's how Techno justified himself, but Philza wasn't stupid, he's been through this many times before. He knew what being in love was.

But they had never felt so... Strongly towards a mortal before.

The God of Blood and War continued trying to deny his feelings for you, but he always found himself watching you shuffle around the Ancient DreamSMP, curled in on yourself as you walked to and from shrines for the gods that you had made.

Philza, the God of Survival and Crows, leaned over a bowl of ink and water and stared into the swirling designs, watching as it shifted into a picture. He saw a lovely figure kneeling at the base of a statue, placing a bowl of fresh bread and cakes, before lighting some incense and standing up, their head dipped in silent prayer.

The winged god chuckled softly and adjusted his large hat before cupping his hands together in a bowl shape. Slowly, with very minor concentration, a golden chain appeared with an emerald heart shape dangling off of it. With a small but sharp whistle, a black crow swooped in through the window and perched itself on his arm, "Yes Dadza?" It chirped telepathically, tilting its head curiously.

"Hello, my child. I would like you to place this on the young mortal's doorstep. I trust you will be able to find it?" He smiled softly and held out the piece of jewellery to the feathered creature who picked it up in its beak.

"Sure, Dadza!" The bird gave a squawk before hopping over to the bowl of ink and water to study the appearance of the mortal. "Oh! It's (Y/n) again! Didn't Technoblade recently cause a man to meet his end because he was rude to them?"

The man sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand, "Yes, Techno is brash like that... I should speak to him about that after... Now, be on your way. I would like them to receive the gift before they start putting their faith in other gods." With another telepathic chirp, the bird quickly took flight and headed out the window. Once his beloved crow, Chat, was gone, he leaned over the bowl again.

The mortal was now praying to Technoblade's shrine, after giving an offering of beer and herbs with the incense now re-lit. Phil decided to disperse the image with a wave of his hand, beginning to make his way to his old friend, the God of War and Blood.

With a flurry of black feathers, Philza landed on the balcony Techno had designed specifically for him and closed his wings neatly behind him, "Techno?" He called, walking through the red curtains into the room of the God. When his emerald-coloured eyes landed on the tall man, he discovered that he was hunched over a large bronze dish like he had been moments ago.

"Yeah, I'm here." The pink-haired male sighed, adjusting his glasses before pushing his long hair out of his face as he looked up from the bowl. "What do you need, Phil?"

"I'm here to discuss (Y/n). That mortal we are both smitten with?" He watched as the god's cheeks visibly turned pink despite his tough demeanour, causing Philza to chuckle into his hand, "Relax. It's obvious. And I know how you had one of your followers beheaded that poor fisherman."

"Millionaires. Not followers." Techno retorted with a scoff as he stepped away from the bowl filled with likely water and ink. "In my defence he deserved it. He should've known better and held his tongue when being in the presents of one of my worshipers."

Phil wasn't able to hold back his sigh, "Millionaires? Good grief Techno, you're just making up words at this point. Besides, that's not the main reason I flew out here," The Survival God's eyes suddenly darkened, catching Techno off guard but nonetheless made him happy, "I heard... That (Y/n) has been getting threats from the village of L'Manberg."

Techno frowned at the thought of anything happening to their favourite mortal. The images that appeared in his mind caused the voices in his head to roar in anger, demanding for human blood to be spilt across his shrines.

"Yeah. I suggest we put a stop to it. But, I do want to meet our little mortal..." Philza smirked a bit, raising his hand in an attempt to stop Techno from seeing how violent his thoughts were becoming towards the humans.

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You couldn't help but smile as you saw the new jewellery that had been placed at your doorstep, scooping it up into your hands and taking a moment to put the necklace and solid gold armband on. You were quite aware that the vast amounts of jewellery covering your body made you a target for thieves, but you trusted in your gods to keep you safe.

On your eighteenth birthday, your village had dressed you up and offered you to the gods in exchange for safety and a good harvest, chaining you in the middle of the dessert on a stone platform. You would have perished from starvation had a black crow not have carried a basket filled with the ripest and fresh fruits you had ever had. That's when you knew that Philza was watching over you.

Technoblade had started watching over you not long after that. On a trip into the village for yeast to make bread to offer Philza, a creep had cornered you in an alleyway. He began making disgusting remarks towards you, but a man with glowing gold eyes and red sclera came up and pummeled him into the ground before completely vanishing. It had been a high priest of Technoblade's Syndicate temple who told you that it was the God of Blood and War who saved you.

"Look," Techno whispered under his breath as he saw you standing in your doorway with a soft smile. Philza peaked around the corner as well, watching you attach the jewellery to your (s/t) skin with a smile of his own, "I take it the necklace is from you?" The tusked male asked as he pulled the hood on his cheap commoner clothing up to cover his noticeable pink hair.

Phil did the same, trying to hide his inhumane blue eyes from view, while also trying to shoo away Chat who was relentlessly teasing the two of them, "Sh! Chat, it's not like- No. Shut. WHat?! I'm not being a creep!" He hissed to the blackbird, trying to bat it away with his free hand, while Techno was snickering to himself, "Wait, no! This is my bread, (Y/n) made it for me! Get your own!"

After watching his old friend get bullied by Chat for a few minutes, he turned back to watch you walk back out of your home, holding the cup of beer you had placed at his shrine earlier today. Your offerings were always his favourite... He would burn this entire village down if they tried to chain you into the desert again... Actually.. That was a good idea...

The two gods silently followed behind you, watching you nervously try your best to avoid social conversation, but they noticed how the other mortals seemed to look down upon you for wearing so much golden jewellery.

"H-he-hello..." You murmured out meekly as you approached the man selling fruits and different herbs. Leaning forward, you carefully inspected the cranberries and cinnamon specifically, knowing that they were Philza's and Technoblade's favourite offerings.

You heard footsteps walking behind you, but because the market was busier than normal today, you decided to brush it off. Until you felt someone gently grab the golden jewellery dangling from your ears, giving it a light pull, "Solid gold, ey? Aren't you a poor little peasant?" A voice male voice cooed softly in your ear, causing you to spin around quickly, backing up until you hit the table that all the fruit and herbs were placed on.

Dream. The high priest of DreamXD's temple. The God of Control and Manipulation. This man truly believed he was the walking incarnate of the god himself, and even named himself after the god! Truly a maniac...

"Dream..." You murmured softly, your body trembling and flinching away from his touch, "I-I'm not giving them to you for you to offer up to your twisted god... I worship Technoblade and Philza... No one else."

The masked man growled in annoyance before he snapped his fingers and two men in masks grabbed onto your shoulders before beginning to tear the golden jewellery off of your body. Snapping the golden chains off from around your neck and wrists, pulling the earrings out of your ears and the golden bands from around your biceps. The entire time you yelped and begged for them to leave the gifts you had received from your gods alone, everyone else around you putting their heads down and averting their eyes, pretending not to see you.

A flurry of black feathers clouded your vision and you heard three hard thuds before a loud barking voice echoed through your ears.

"How DARE you!"

"Techno! Help me burn this damned village to the ground!"

[frostironfudge]

OMG OMG OMG LOVED THE SLYTHERIN PETER PIECE SO MUCH.

just a random idea, Slyther Pete x Slyther fem!reader get their first pet together: a niffler.

everything from shopping for it, naming it, feeding it and taking care of it and a classic scene of it getting lost and them bickering and finding it and reuniting with this new addition to their family🥺

Peter Parker and The Lost Niffler

AN.: Hi noonie, sorry for the late reply i kinda took my own spin on it because i was inspired a little differently. Hope you enjoy

Summary: based upon the above prompt, Peter is in Slytherin and Hagrid is taking the care of magical creatures class.

Warnings: Nifflers, panic, fluff, kinda angst?

Pairing: Slytherin! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 809

Masterlist // AO3

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Hagrid really thought getting the students paired up and giving a niffler to them to care for the hour would teach them about magical responsibility.

The class was going fine the nifflers being adored by everyone, Peter had taken an interest in an albino niffler who everyone was ignoring, he had a little patch of black fur that was in the shape of a heart.

“Alright you lot,” Professor Hagrid’s voice booms across the clearing, “Pair up with a niffler each. Keep the niffler safe for three hours those who do well earn freedom from an assignment.” He instructs as everyone scrambles around in an orderly manner for once.

Peter finds his way to you, “Partner?” His gaze holds hope, you smile at him nodding.

“And who might this be?” You hold your hand out to the sweet creature, the niffler sniffs your palm, almost leaping out of Peter’s hold to yours.

Peter laughs when you both try to stead the creature, having to hold him like a baby.

“Oh you’re spoilt are you?” Peter coos at the niffler, whose gaze is fixated to your chest when your necklace hangs shining bright.

You pale as he shifts in your arms lunging for your throat.

“Wait, wait!” Peter shrieks and one minute you both had your hands on the niffler and now he’s disappeared into the ground.

You look at Peter wide eyed, the horror on his face reflects your own.

“Oh and if you lose your niffler, you can never adopt one. Also you will lose points and detention.” Hagrid adds to the two of your horror.

“Accio Niffler?” Peter says as a black niffler jumps into his arms.

“Hey thats ours!” Flash harshly grabs his niffler who bites him and runs off in another direction.

“You try.” Peter suggests on the verge of a meltdown.

“Accio white niffler?” You say holding your wand, nothing happens.

“Do you have more necklaces?” Peter wonders and then both of you raise your wands together.

“Accio my necklace.”

“Accio Y/N necklace.”

The ground shuffles a bit, as they see a flash of gold and a tiny paw clinging onto the item that is moving towards them, the chain is yanked and you laugh, the spell broken.

Peter huffs, as the niffler squeals, he takes out a few galleons, making trail from the hole.

“Um, I don’t think you should be,” you try warning Peter because there are five niffleers who turn to stare at the two of you.

“Uh, Peter,”

“Yeah?”

He gazes at your hand pointing at the nifflers.

“Oh,” He looks pale, then looks at you.

“Run.” You mutter grabbing his hand and taking off the nifflers hot on your trail as the galleons shine bright in the sunlight.

“Let them go!” You scream at Peter.

“What no! I’ve saved this up for a new broom!” Peter yells back, you both cut across Hagrid’s hut leaning against the warm stone, catching breath.

“And you were using said galleons to lure our niffler.” You state, rolling eyes.

“Yes, ours.”

“That time you didn’t want to buy the broom?” You interject

“That time I did not want to be expelled, ergo no quidditch to play.” He looks towards you breath evening out.

Both of your eyes widen as you feel a small paw on your feet.

Your little niffler squeaks, your necklace around his neck.

Peter looks at him in disbelief, “You followed?”

The niffer climbs up further grabbing one galleon.

You sigh in relief. So does Peter as he cradles the seemingly tired niffler. Then both of you begin laughing, the relief finally allowing the hilarity of the situation come to light.

“I think he’s out like a lightbulb.” Peter muses.

“Do you want to have some chocolate?” You ask him, retrieving the bar from your bag, both of you decide to sit by the hut, till the remaining hour is done.

“Your necklace is unique.” He comments, you smile.

“Belonged to my aunt. She gave it to me when I got my letter. Overjoyed even though she is a muggle, comes with me everytime to buy books, robes, hell she even quizzes me back home.” You smile fondly at the memories.

“She sounds like a force to be reckoned with, my aunt is that way too. Though she is a part of the magical world, practically raised me.” He says, brown eyes holding immense love and respect for his Aunt May.

“I think they would be friends.” You muse, chuckling.

“At least they will not run from five nifflers like we did.” Peter joins your laughter.

“Do you, would you like to go to Hogsmeade this weekend, together?” You bite your lip nervously.

“I’d like that. Being together with you, in Hogsmeade.” Peter gives you this warm grin, his eyes have crinkles by them and your heart soars happily.

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[folkloreguk]

Still The Louvre (m)

A/N: Someone requested this and I hope you like it! This happens when you have Lorde’s Melodrama on repeat whilst writing…thanks for inspiring me queen (although I’m not sure why breakup songs made me write this lol) Also Merry early Christmas to those who celebrate!! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fluff, smut, car sex, childhood friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst but only for 0.5 minutes maybe, I hope this heals someone who’s given up on finding love, you all deserve someone who sees the best in you!!!

words: ~ 3.9 k

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“We’re just friends. Guys and girls can be friends! We’ve always been best friends, ever since we were seven. Nothing more.” That’s what you used to say. Now look who was the clown in those conversations all along. You guessed correctly - it was you. Because on your sixteenth birthday, he showed up in his black tee and baseball jacket, with your favorite candy and a heart-shaped necklace. Little did he know, if you could, you would have carved his initials into it, right there and then. Because it was that day, you understood one thing. You were head over heels in love with your best friend.

You would have been the perfect high school sweethearts – had it not been for the three different girls he had dated instead of you. He always had all their hearts, the only thing he needed to do was pick. And who could blame the other girls? He was all you could ever ask for, so there was no point in being bitter about their adoration for him.

Multiple times, you had tried to convince yourself you were over him. Like when you went out with one of the popular guys, only to realize three dates in that he was the possibly most boring person you had ever encountered. Or like that one time you agreed to go to prom with the class clown. He almost made you spit out your drink of laughter all night long, but when he tried to stick his tongue down your throat at the end of it all, you changed your mind. Your most successful boyfriend stayed for a full six months, before leaving you. He had been jealous of your relationship with your best friend. And you couldn’t even resent it. Your then-boyfriend had been in second place all along, and you should have never even dated him.

Long story short, whenever you looked at boys, you compared them to your best friend. And your best friend was an invincible competitor. It was safe to say, your teenage years weren’t what the films made them out to be. Except if there was a movie about a girl who cried so much about her best friend who she loved, she almost thought there was something seriously wrong with her. Some days the pain was so heavy, you’d get mad at him for no reason. Then you’d have to tell him lies that wouldn’t worry him and move on. Who could you tell? Your best friend was the one supposed to help you through boy trouble, wasn’t he? Yeah, that wasn’t going to work for you.

But that was the past. Lately, life was better. You couldn’t pinpoint when you first noticed the way he looked at you. Was it when he told you he felt like no boy in the world would be good enough for you, so maybe he should date you instead? It sounded like a joke, but his eyes said differently. Or was it when he asked you to sleep in his bed instead on his spare mattress at one of your sleepovers you’d had since you were eleven? He held you without words being shared, and neither of you addressed it in the morning. Maybe you both knew what it meant, either way. The mere thought of him liking you back was almost unbelievable for you. But after last night, you had no doubt. You had been in the elevator in the cinema with him. It was only ten seconds, and before you could have kissed his face that was inches from yours, the doors had opened. But he had chuckled and grinned at you for thrice the time afterwards. As if you had a new inside joke now.

It seemed you both knew what you wanted. But were you willing to take your friendship to that level?

Today, you were sure you were willing. Your heart almost ached in desire for him when you saw him standing with your shared friends. There, on the beach in the dark of night, with a bonfire drawing the warmest orange glow on his skin, you thought he had never looked more handsome. It was a small get-together between old school friends you both hadn’t seen in a while. And you should have been all over them, asking them about their lives and how they’ve been. Instead you only had eyes for the person you saw every day of your life. You swore you’d never get enough of his sweet smile and eyes so trustworthy you wanted to put all your deepest secrets right into his hands. His chest was heaving from laughter as he pat his friend’s shoulder in agreement. Oh, how dearly you wanted that hand to slip into your very own.

It was a warm night, you had been eating marshmallows, sharing genuine laughter and looking up at the stars and the full moon. Only one thing could have made your experience better, or one person, rather. You silently cursed yourself, because the night was coming to an end – some people had already left – and you still hadn’t made your move on him like you had planned it. But then your song played from the speaker. The very song you two always played in your car whenever you drove somewhere together. Every small beat reminded you of him and the lyrics were carved into your heart, it seemed.

When he noticed, his eyes shot up and met yours. They crinkled up into a smile that you returned. Finally, he made his way over to you and automatically your arms opened for him. Like coming home, he melted into your figure, arms mellow around your body. Quietly, he sang along into your ear, like every little word was meant just for you. You only pulled away slightly, so you could look at each other’s faces. You could’ve cried, realizing the time you had waited for him had been worth it after all. He was giving you a look you had thought would be forever reserved for other girls – but never for you. The starry sky above you wouldn’t stand a chance compared to his dreamy eyes and the fresh ocean air could easily be forgotten, if it meant to be in his arms and breathe in his familiar scent. If you leaned forward only a little, you could kiss him.

“Guys, we’re headed off,” a voice interrupted you.

“We should get going too, don’t you think?” he said. Almost mechanically, you nodded. You reminded yourself that you would still be in the car with him for twenty minutes until you’d arrive at home. And he’d stay at your place. You had him all night long. As you walked to your car, his hand brushed against yours softly, and you weren’t sure if it was just an accident, at first. But he was smiling as if he knew everything when you looked over at him and there you had your answer. The moment he had sat down in the passenger seat of your car, he was digging around for a CD to play. He settled for a playlist he had made for you in spring.

There was so much to be said and simultaneously silence had never felt more comfortable while you drove. You were going south along the high cliffs to your right. It was truly the most beautiful part of your hometown.

“I hate driving here,” you said.

“You don’t like driving along the cliffs? Too dangerous?” he asked.

“No. It’s too beautiful here to just look straight ahead at the road,” you said. He chuckled.

“We can stop at the tourist spot if you want to look at the sea,” he suggested. You smiled because he knew you so well. The ‘tourist spot’ really was a small parking spot right by the road, with space for about ten cars. You could already see it ahead of you. On sunny days lots of people driving down the coast liked to stop there for a rest and to take photos. Now, it was completely empty, of course. You parked at the spot closest to the cliff, so you could look down at the sea without having to get out of your car.

The slow playlist he had made for you was still playing when you switched off the engine. You knew right then and there, no matter where the night went, you’d remember this moment forever. The glow of the full moon was sparkling on the wild billows beneath you. Your eyes fixed on the horizon for a moment, as if you could have seen the closest island if only you paid enough attention. But it was only a wild vastness seemingly without end. Momentarily, you thought you spotted something in the water. Whales? But when you looked closer, there was nothing but the white and dark blue colors of the tempestuous waves.

“It’s gorgeous,” you spoke into the silence, your chin resting on your forearms on the steering wheel. You waited for his response. When it didn’t come, you turned to look his way. He was already looking at you. If cupid was real, he had just fired another arrow at your heart. Never could you have guessed how your best friend’s foolish grin could have made your heart skip a beat like this. Without another thought entering your head, you bent over to him. He knew what it meant when you mirrored his smile.

And then, you closed your eyes. You could admit it now - every time you had blown out your birthday candles, this was all you had ever wished for. His lips fit so perfectly onto yours. After the amount of times you had imagined it, really kissing him still was so much better than it had ever felt in your wildest dreams. His hands tangled in your hair and you almost couldn’t breathe. But then again, you didn’t need to. Right then, you didn’t need anything but him. For the first time, you touched the back of his neck in the way you had always wanted to – to pull his mouth closer to yours.

When you pulled away, everything in you screamed ‘Do it again! Now!’. It was as if your mind was worried that he would slip right through your fingertips if you didn’t hold him close to you for the rest of your life. Too many times you had thought that maybe you could have him, only to be let down because your hopes were too high.

“When did you first want to do this?” you asked, because you needed to know.

“About four months ago, probably. What about you?” he said. His hand was still on yours, as if to say “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere”.

“Ever since I was sixteen,” you said. You could have lied, but what was the use? You loved him too much to ever deceive him. His eyes widened. His hurt was yours, and so you understood the way your words must had pierced through his heart. Now he knew. You could practically read it in his eyes, how he realized the pain, the jealousy and disappointment he had caused, for years, without ever intending to do so. And although you should have wanted him to understand your hurt, the guilt and pain in his look was unbearable.

“It’s not your fau-“ you started.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” he interrupted you. “I’m so sorry – god I’m such an ignorant asshole.”

“No!” you said, taking his hand in both of yours. “You are my best friend, and you have caused me endless hours of happiness. I would have taken any sadness if it meant I could be your best friend forever.”

His eyes were watering and your heart felt like someone had gripped and twisted it in their bare hands.

“I was dating people and you had to sit and watch,” he said in disbelief.

“It meant to see you happy,” you said. “Hating you or those girls wouldn’t have changed your feelings for me. Because we don’t choose what we feel and for whom we feel things.”

“I love you,” he let out. “I’m so in love with you and I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I swear.”

His words hit you like a torrent and you didn’t even care about the years of hurt anymore.

“There’s nothing you need to make up to me. I just need you to be here with me. Let me love you the way I’ve secretly loved you all this time,” you said. You touched foreheads until your breaths mixed.

“I’m yours – all yours,” he said. “I’m sorry. It took so long for me to realize and you were here all along, waiting for me. I never wanted to hurt you. How can I apologize properly?”

“Just kiss me again, please,” you said, almost begged. “Kiss me and it’ll all go away.”

And so he did. You had never known how much emotion could be in a kiss. But then again, you had never felt this strongly for anyone else but him. You deepened the kiss, bending almost all the way over to his side of the car. His hands were touching your cheeks so gently, but they were coaxing you closer and closer. When his tongue stroked over your bottom lip, you sighed against his mouth.

“I want you,” you admitted. You thought about driving home, but you needed to be honest to yourself. Driving in this state of mind was probably not safe.

“Backseat?” he asked, lips barely leaving yours alone. Hastily, you nodded. He climbed back there first, then you followed. It was only ten seconds that you couldn’t hold him for, but you yearned for him more than ever when you finally sat down in his lap, facing him. Without hesitation, your hungry mouths attacked each other again. You swore, you could have sat there all night long, kissing and touching him, if there hadn’t been something you wanted even more.

Swiftly, you slid his shirt over his head. Of course, you had seen him shirtless before, but never like this. Never with his chest practically heaving against yours, never with your hands being able, being allowed to touch him. Your fingertips were shaky against his smooth skin and you must had looked at him as if he was carved directly from marble. So he put his fingers under your chin and you looked into his eyes. If his body was marble, his eyes were diamonds. Ever so gently, he kissed you again. For a while you sipped on each other’s lips, only pulling away for a moment so you could remove your own shirt. You had opted to not wear a bra that day, out of comfort but also laziness. All along you used to think that saying someone’s eyes darkened in lust was an exaggeration, but when you looked into his, you understood. It was true. The way he eyed you was beyond all your most daring dreams you had ever dreamt about him.

Your lips meddled messily as his hands ran down your body starting from your neck, to your breasts, squeezing them and playing with your nipples. He was careful not to tickle you, knowing from hundreds of childhood play fights where your weak spots were. Your back arched against his chest, wanting more than his careful touches. On impulse, your hips ground against his crotch. As if on cue, you both let out strained noises. By now, your breaths were heavy when you pulled away shortly. Dreamy eyed, he touched the pendant of the necklace between your collar bones.  

“I gave you that…,” he started.

“For my sixteenth birthday,” you finished his sentence. You caught a flash of regret in his gaze, but you weren’t going to let him feel that way. Not now. Like you had wanted to so many times, you bent to his neck and began peppering kisses on his skin.

“Can I give you a hickey?” you whispered, almost afraid you were still in a dream.

“Just one?” he asked, and even without looking at him you could hear the grin in his voice. After sharing him with so many girls for so long, it almost felt selfish. But you reminded yourself that he wanted you now, after all. He groaned when your teeth grazed his skin and you sucked purple marks onto his neck and shoulder. His restless hands touched all over your boobs and hips, down to your ass where they slid into the back pockets of your pants for a moment. Again, you pressed your crotch against his hips, yearning for any kind of friction. At the same time, your hand wandered along his chest to the hem of his pants. Without looking, you opened his belt and the zipper of his bottoms.

He hissed when you grabbed his clothed dick through his underwear and his fingers dug into your sides. A few times you pumped his already hard shaft through the material. Then he moaned your name and you had never heard anything more perfect. The mere sound of his breathy, husky voice turned you on so much more than you had ever imagined.

“Fuck me, please,” you spoke, kissing him deeply. He hummed a needy yes against your lips and nodded. You climbed off him so you could lie down on the seats. He wriggled out of his pants and then helped you out of your own. When he lay down between your thighs and you felt his weight on top of you, it seemed like he had always belonged right there. It had been a hauntingly long journey, but now that you knew the end of it, you accepted all the sleepless nights you had experienced.

“Hold on,” you said, finding your bag on the floor to reach for the condom inside. He hummed a thank you as he ripped the pack and rolled the rubber over his stiff member. His fingertips teased the inside of your thighs, while he pressed open mouthed kisses onto your neck. A drawn out moan of agreement left your lips and momentarily, your eyes shut in the bliss of anticipation.

“You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he said. His fingers run through your folds, collecting the wetness. You couldn’t help but whimper at the contact, and maybe also slightly because his words made your heart swell in the most marvelous way possible. Through flattering eyelids, you watched his stupidly handsome features as he curled his fingertips against your clit. All of you wanted more, but you only managed to moan his name in pleasure.

“You ready?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if you brain had even processed the amount of rapture he was causing you – but of course you were. You had been for years.

“Yes,” you said. Just for a moment, he run the tip of his cock through your wet folds. When he finally entered you, you realized you had been holding your breath – now it came out in a relieved sigh. He groaned at the mere sensation of filling you up, and when you opened your eyes to look at him it almost made you dizzy in admiration. Gradually, he thrusted into you, hips fitting against yours like two puzzle pieces finally united.

As he picked up the pace, you moaned in surprise but more in agreement. You felt his hand on yours and linked your fingers. Other men had made you feel good before – but only now you realized how true those statements from women were, when they said that nothing was like sleeping with the one you were in love with. The mixture of pleasure and the way you mooned over his whole being was a lot to take in. But it would never be too much. He was perfect for you. When you threw your head back you spotted the full moon and the brightest stars in the sky, trying to outshine each other.

He hit a spot inside of you that made you arch your back off the seats. Tightly, you shut your eyes and squeezed his hand.

“Oh my- You feel so good,” you moaned. When you felt the tip of his nose brush against yours, you opened your eyes. They met his galaxy eyes, and his mouth was parted slightly. You could barely breathe at the way he looked at you. When would anyone else ever see you in this way? It didn’t matter, you only wanted him either way.

He reached for the back of your thigh, lifting your leg slightly. The different angle felt even better, making you whimper and grab the hair at the nape of his neck, desperate for somewhere to hold on to. He groaned when you pulled his hair a little, and you smirked. You could barely wait to find out all the other things he liked and wanted to do to you in the future. But for now, you weren’t in a rush. It had been a long time since you had felt so at peace and full of happiness. Time was nonexistent right then. All you knew were his soft lips on your jaw and the way his perfect cock was making you see a blur of stars in front of your eyelids.

“I’m gonna- come,” you whimpered.

“Hmm…me too,” he groaned. “Let go for me, baby.”

His hand came in contact with your clit, feverishly rubbing the sensitive nub. The nickname he had called you would have made your cheeks heat up, had they not already been that way from the intensity of your emotions. Your stomach tightened and you only wanted to pull him closer to you.

He reached his high shortly before you did. A few curses fell off his lips as you felt him twitch inside of you, hips moving in sharp thrusts. Even if you had wanted to look at him, it was impossible for you to keep your eyes open, as his fingers still worked their magic on you. His last thrusts were hard and short, but they sent you over the edge too. Just as he pulled out, you met your climax. It was like falling but knowing there was a pair of gentle arms right there to catch you, so you didn’t have to be scared. You moaned his name, and this time he was actually here to hear it. Your chest pressed against his, foreheads touching, your legs tightened around his waist from sensitivity. After slowing down, he removed his fingers from your center completely.

Together, you lay in silence trying to catch your breaths and clear your heads. You scooted over a little, so he could balance his body on his side next to you. Light as a feather, his fingers brushed over your lips, before he bent down and kissed you again. This time it was a long kiss, with less need but even more passion. For what felt like the hundredth time, you questioned reality. Almost as if to check if it really was him, you stroked over his cheek and gazed up at him. But he was right there. Your best friend. Now more than your best friend. Through the opened crack of the car window you made out the crashing waves that caressed the cliffs underneath you two. Mingled with your song playing from the car’s speakers, the mysterious noise seemed to pick you up and tell you “Look at what you’ve been through, only one last time, then put it behind you. You’re where you’re supposed to be, now.”

[kaunis-sielu]

Schoolyard: 8

AN: it’s my birthday so let’s celebrate with a surprise new part 🥳

Before you can even knock the door swings open.

“Daughter.” Frigga says with a smile.

“Ma’am.”

“Frigga, please.” You nod and she loops an arm through yours then leads you into her room. “When Thor told Odin and I about your marriage I was surprised. But of course my children would get into some sort of mischief like that, even unintentionally.” She laughs softly and gestures for you to have a seat. “Tea?”

“Oh, yes please, thank you.” You tell her and she pours you a cup of tea.

“Thor told me what happened when you were in New York. Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, surprisingly.”

“I’m sorry it happened.” She says kindly and you take a sip of your tea to avoid answering. “But that isn’t the reason I asked you here. I wanted to talk about you and my son.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you going through with the annulment?”

“I don’t mean any disrespect but I don’t think this is a conversation I’m comfortable having with you.”

“I’m just trying to understand. You clearly like Thor and he adores you.”

“Your Majesty,”

“I just think you both need to go into this with all the cards on the table. If you don’t you both might do something that you regret.” She eyes you for a moment as she takes a sip of her own tea. “Are you going to the charity event tonight?”

“I am.”

“Excellent, do you have a dress yet?”

“No, Thor said he’d send some options.”

“Would you allow me to help style you? My children haven’t allowed me to have much fashion fun in a long while.”

“Oh, that would be lovely.” You agree and she smiles.

“Alright, come with me.” You follow Frigga down the hallway and back to the room you share with Thor. “Excellent, the dresses are already here.” She says as she pushes open the door. There’s a rack of dresses sitting in the middle of the room, shoes on the shelf at the bottom. There are several different color dresses but the one that draws your eye first is a navy blue sparkly dress with spaghetti straps, a low v cut neckline and a slit in the skirt that goes to mid-thigh. You check the size and are pleased to see that the dress is in your size.

“What do you think of this one?”

“Oh that’s beautiful, I’d suggest a shawl or coverup of some kind though, it could get cold. Why don’t you try it on? And might I suggest this one too?” She hands you another navy dress, this one has thicker straps with a tulle skirt and flowers that start at the waistline then go down the skirt. You nod and are about to open the bathroom door when it swings open revealing Thor. His hair is wet and a towel is slug low on his hips, the dog tags hang around his neck as water trails down from the wet metal.

“Elskede,” he purrs lowly with a small smirk. “I see the dresses have arrived.”

“Yea, uh, your mom offered to help me pick something.”

“Kjæreste.” Frigga says with a smile not looking at her mostly naked son.

“Mother. It looks like there’s going to be a dress show. May I stay and join?”

“Kjære, just let us girls have some fun.” She tells him with a wave of her hand.

“Alright, alright Mother.” He grabs some clothes and goes back into the bathroom to change. When he’s changed he kisses his mother on the cheek then shoots you a wink and leaves. After he’s gone you glance over at Frigga and ask,

“Frigga? What does Kjæreste mean?”

“Darling.”

“Okay, and what about Kjære?”

“Sweetheart.” You move into the doorway and just before you close it ask,

“And what about Elskede?”

“Beloved.” She says and you softly shut the door. Beloved? He’s been calling you beloved this whole damn time. Beloved is so much deeper than sweetheart or honey or whatever it was you thought he was calling you. It certainly wasn’t beloved!

What are you going to do? You like him, you like him so much but could you actually do this? Could you actually be his Queen? Do you love him? You pull on the dress Frigga gave you, and zip it. You go out into the bedroom and Frigga smiles,

“You look beautiful. How do you feel?”

“Pretty.” You admit swishing the skirt back and forth.

“We can do better than just pretty don’t you think? Why don’t you try the other one?”

“Okay.” You agree turning and going back into the bathroom. When you get the dress you’d picked on you turn toward the mirror and pause. You love it. You love the sparkle, the fit, the thigh slit, all of it. When you go back into the bedroom Frigga grins.

“There we go, that’s the one.” She crosses to the door and says something to one of the women outside then closes the door again. “Do you feel beautiful?”

“Absolutely.” You tell her with a smile, “which shoes do you think?”

“Are you alright in heels?”

“They’re required at the hospital I worked at. One of the more sexist practices.” You tell her with a little eye roll and she laughs gently. There’s a knock on the door and before you can answer it Frigga calls,

“Enter.” When you look over at her she gives you a smile, “I had them go to my personal vault and get some things.” Two guards come in pushing a cart with a safe on top. After one of the guards opens it they both go back out the door and close it. “If none of these are to your liking we can go and find something else but I think you’ll like them.”

She further opens the door of the safe and you see several velvet boxes. She takes out the top one and opens it. Inside is a teardrop diamond on a silver chain and a pair of dangly earrings that are also teardrop shaped. She hands you each of the earrings and you put them in as she unclasps the necklace then helps you put it on. You look into the mirror and it’s not quite right.

“No, I don’t think so.” She says and you take out the earrings as Frigga undoes the necklace.

It takes three more tries but when she opens a velvet box with a white gold necklace inside, there’s a stick of diamonds that hangs down. The earrings are dangly, with two sticks hanging from the stud. When you put them in and the necklace goes on and the earrings are in you know this is it.

“Perfection.” Frigga coos, “Now, what should we do about your hair?”

You end up doing it in a loose updo, a silver chain woven into your hair. You get your make up done too and when you’re finished you feel like the princess you are in title.

“Oh Kjæreste you look beautiful.” Frigga says giving you a soft squeeze before handing you a black see through shrug. You tug on the silver shoes then wait for Thor to come and get you. You don’t have to wait long when he knocks softly on the door,

“I’m coming.” You tell him as you make your way to the door you scoop up the clutch that’s on the bed on your way to the door. When you open it Thor is standing on the other side with his hands in his pockets talking to Volstagg. When he turns and sees you he stops talking as his gaze travels over your body.

“Elskede,” he breathes, “you look stunning.” Your heart is pounding but you grab him by either side of the opening of his tux jacket and pull him back into the room.

“Close the door.” You tell him and he does as you ask looking just a little confused. “You lied to me.”

“What?”

“Elskede. You said it meant sweetheart, but it doesn’t. It means beloved.”

“You’re right.”

“Am I?”

“What?”

“Am I your beloved?” You ask your heart still racing as you wait for his response. It feels like hours but you know it’s only seconds.

“Yes.” He says simply and you pull his head down to yours and kiss him. Thor takes a second to respond but when he does his hands curl around your head. He’s careful to not ruin your hair as he teases your lips apart. You feel like you’ve been struck by lightening and every cell of your body is tingling. You pull away from him and he smiles slowly.

“I’m glad you didn’t wear lipstick.” He teases and you duck your head as you laugh softly. Volstagg knocks on the door and Thor gently tips your chin up so he can look you in the eyes. “We have to go to this event but we also need to have a conversation about this.”

“Tonight when we get back or first thing tomorrow.”

“Okay, now one more for the road.” He says and before you can ask what he means he kisses you again.

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[fruitcoops]

eve you have been killing the content game lately!!! I have a suggestion for the team to do the cut video where someone guesses their starsigns!!

This was a really interesting fic to write, since I know next to nothing about astrology! It’s also the longest I’ve spent researching for a fic--I will apologize in advance for any errors I made. All the birthdays/ signs came from Haz’s page (@lumosinlove) and SW credit belongs to her! Hope you enjoy <3

Marlene was practically bouncing as the video began. “Welcome back to Lion Pride, everyone! I’m Marlene McKinnon, and I can’t tell you how excited I am for today’s video. Would you like to introduce yourself, Elaine?”

An older woman with her graying hair piled in a bun waved to the camera. “Hello! My name is Elaine, and I’ve been studying astrology for about forty years now.”

“We’re so glad to have to here! Today’s video is going to be a guessing game with some of our Lions players, where you ask them a few questions and then match their zodiac signs.” Marlene handed her a small pile of cardboard signs with strings tied to the tops.

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Elaine adjusted her reading glasses and flipped through the zodiac cards. “I’ve never done anything like this officially, though it’s a bit of a hobby when I people-watch. Ms. McKinnon, would I be correct in assuming you’re a Leo?”

Marlene’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Uh, yeah, actually.”

Elaine nodded. “I thought so. Alright, where do I start?”

Marlene waved off-screen and seven young men walked in, lining up in a semi-circle behind them. “Take it away, Elaine.”

As Marlene disappeared behind the camera again, Elaine scanned the group. “This is very interesting,” she muttered. “You all play on the same team, yes?”

“We do,” James said.

Elaine’s lips twitched into a smile and she beckoned him forward. “Are you the team captain, then?”

“No,” he laughed. “Assistant captain, though. I’m James.”

“Nice to meet you, James. Were you popular in high school?”

James paused for a moment. “Yeah, I think so. I’ve always been pretty friendly and hockey helped with that.”

“You’re confident, and you don’t like sitting still.” She tapped her chin and gave him a once-over. “Can I take a look at your ears?”

“My ears?” James blinked at her, clearly surprised, but obliged and leaned down to her level.

Elaine made a noncommittal noise. “Ears say a lot about a person. Capricorns often have more vertical ears, but yours are quite round. You strike me as an Aries.”

James hung the sign over his neck and headed back to the line with a smile. “She just called you annoying,” Finn teased, giving him a nudge.

“Oh, no, Aries’ can be lovely people once they mature.” Elaine tilted her head and motioned to Finn. “Could you step up to the plate, dear?”

“Sure thing.” Finn kept his hands in his pockets, but straightened up a bit and rocked on his toes as he took James’ place. “My name’s Finn.”

“You’re certainly a fire sign,” Elaine laughed. “But you’re not quite an Aries. Are you a generally upfront person?”

“Pretty much.”

“What did you want to be as a kid?”

Finn smiled. “Anything where I could be around people.”

She nodded. “I thought so. Are you in a relationship?”

“Yeah, with those two.” Leo and Logan waved and Elaine’s smile widened.

“You’re a Leo, and a lucky one at that.” She carefully slid the sign over his head and patted his shoulder. “Good for you. Could the young man in the black jacket come up next?”

“I’m Sirius, it’s nice to meet you.” He shook her hand before taking a step back.

“Nice to meet you, too. You’re the captain, right?”

He glanced at the camera, surprised. “Uh, yes.”

“Well, you certainly could be another fire sign, but there’s something different…” She trailed off and drummed her fingers on the stack of zodiac cards. “Are you friends with our lovely Aries over there?”

“I’m the godfather to his son.”

Elaine held her hand over her heart. “Oh, that’s so sweet. You’re not another Aries or Leo, then. How much do you value your privacy?”

Sirius snorted. “A lot.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

He held his left hand up with a slight smile and inclined his head toward Remus. “Engaged for about six months.”

“Point him out for me, please.” Elaine kept her eyes on Sirius as he pointed toward Remus, then turned to the camera crew. “Did you all see that?”

Sirius frowned slightly. “See what?”

“You’ve been so tense and focused, but your whole face opened up when you looked toward him. I’m going to guess you’re a Scorpio.” She surveyed the group as Sirius returned to his place, then beckoned to Leo. “You have the prettiest eyes!”

“Oh, thank you.” He blushed slightly. “I’m Leo.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Leo. Do you believe in astrology?”

He shook his head. “Not really. I think it’s neat, though. Stars are cool.”

“Good. You’re young, and I’m glad you’re not letting it dictate your life.” She scrutinized his face for a moment. “Turn sideways, please. There are certain face shapes that are more common than others for specific signs…if we had an argument, would you apologize to me?”

Leo smiled slightly. “Depends on what it was about. I’m not very confrontational in the first place.”

“So you like keeping things equal?”

“I do, yeah. As you can probably tell, I’m not big on making hard decisions,” he laughed.

She smiled and shuffled through the cards. “I think you’re a Libra, but this was the hardest one yet. Which one is your boyfriend again? Not the Leo.” Her face brightened. “Ha! Leo with a Leo!”

Finn’s face split into a wide grin and Leo groaned. “Oh, god, he’s never going to let that go.”

Logan was still laughing a bit when he walked over. “Bonjour, I’m Logan.”

“Oh, this makes lots of sense.” Elaine looked between the three of them and nodded. “Are you a hothead?”

“Usually.”

“What sets you off?”

Logan exhaled slowly as he thought. “Most fights on the ice come from people pushing me or my friends around. I’m not one of those weird angry guys, though. There’s always a reason.”

“I bet there is.” Elaine laughed a little. “What are your thoughts on liars?”

He made a face. “Nothing good ever comes from lying.”

Elaine hung the ‘Sagittarius’ sign over his head. “If you’re not a Sagittarius, I need to find a new career. Could the Scorpio’s fiancé come up here?”

In his thick sweater and blue jeans, Remus was the polar opposite of Sirius. “My name’s Remus.”

“You are a sweetheart,” Elaine said with a laugh. “Oh my goodness, no wonder he got all mushy! Have you always played hockey?”

“I was supposed to be drafted out of college, but I got injured and became a physical therapist for six years instead. That’s how I met the rest of the guys.”

“Interesting.” She bit her lip. “Why did you choose physical therapy?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to stay close to hockey and help people. It was tough, but it made me happy.”

“Would you say people underestimate you on the ice?”

Remus hummed in thought. “I don’t know. I’m not a big guy, but I’m fast.”

“Well, all your friends are nodding behind you.”

“What?” He turned and they all hid their smiles in their hands. “Guys!”

“They do!” James defended. “Literally everyone we play against underestimates you!”

“Let’s say we get in an argument. Would you apologize to me?” Elaine asked.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “That depends. Was I right?”

“Yeah, you’re a Pisces.” She handed him the card, smiling. “Congratulations on the engagement. We only have one left, correct?”

Kasey shook her hand as he walked up. “I’m Kasey.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kasey. Do you believe in the zodiac?”

“Nope,” he said. “But my girlfriend does, and she has cool necklaces and stuff.”

“You don’t strike me as a hothead.”

He shrugged. “I’m a goalie. It doesn’t usually come with the job description, but I’d take the gloves off for my friends.”

She flipped through a few of the cards. “You care deeply for them, then?”

“Absolutely. They’re basically my family by this point.”

Elaine hesitated. “This is a tough one. I’m going to go with Taurus, but I’m not one hundred percent sure. Are you patient?”

“With some people, sure. It varies.” Behind him, the others were stifling their laughter. Elaine gave them a look, but hung the Taurus card over his head.

“Alright, that’s everyone,” Marlene said as Kasey rejoined the group. “Raise your hand if she guessed you correctly.”

Five hands went up; only Leo and Kasey stayed still. Elaine clapped her hands happily. “Oh, I didn’t do too badly!”

Marlene ushered them into a line. “So, Elaine, how did you know James was an Aries?”

“He’s just…” She waved a hand in her air. “He’s very confident, though I feel like he’s matured over the past few years. Something big happened in your life that settled you down, right?”

“My son was born just over a year ago,” he said. “That definitely toned me down.”

“Thank god for that.” Finn muttered, giving him a playful nudge. James smacked the back of his head with a grin as he walked to the end of the line.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got your boyfriends,” Elaine said. “Leo’s often struggle with their identity when they’re younger, so it’s wonderful to see you’ve figured things out a bit.”

Finn blinked, dumbstruck. “Am I that much of an open book?”

“Yes,” the other six chorused. He paused for a moment, nodded, and made room for Sirius to step forward.

“Ah, I knew it!” She beamed at him. “Scorpio and Pisces are very compatible.”

“So we’ve been told,” Sirius laughed.

“You’re the hopeless romantic, aren’t you? Making up for lost time?” At his shocked expression, she her smile became gentle. “That’s usually how it goes. Don’t be afraid to be soft, okay?”

“Okay.” He hesitated a moment longer before joining Finn and James at the end of the line; James touched his elbow in solidarity while Leo walked forward.

“Oh, an Aquarius!” Elaine’s eyebrows rose. “I should’ve guessed. Well, that’s a good thing. You’ll be a good counterbalance for the reactive parts of Leos and Sags.”

“Thanks.” He looked faintly amused. “Can I blame Finn’s puns on his zodiac sign?”

She laughed. “Yes, absolutely.”

“It’s good to know there’s a reason for it,” Logan said as he took Leo’s place. “You guessed me pretty fast.”

“You were bluntly honest.” She shrugged. “Sags can be difficult to narrow down, but you fit right in for all the good parts.”

Elaine smiled when Remus stepped up. “You seemed really certain about me,” he said.

“You’re the most Pisces to ever Pisces, dear.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “You’re kind, but I don’t think you take any shit either.” At the back of the line, Sirius barked a laugh. “Oh, and he agrees!”

“He better!” Remus grinned back at him.

Elaine gasped when Kasey held up his new sign. “Really?”

He shrugged. “My girlfriend is a Taurus and some of that might have rubbed off on me.”

“Does she have a big personality?”

“Definitely.”

“Wow.” She gave him a quick once over. “There were some parts of Sagittarius that came through, but you were a tough one.”

“It’s the goalie face,” James called from the back of the line.

“Sorry,” Kasey said. “It’s a habit.”

“No, no, that’s alright.” She stared at him for a second longer before shaking her head. “You’re much softer than most of the Sags I’ve met. It’s hard to believe you and the Energizer Bunny back there share the same sign.”

“Did you have fun, Elaine?” Marlene asked as she collected the zodiac cards.

“I had a wonderful time, thank you so much for inviting me!”

Marlene smiled at the camera . “Thanks for watching, everyone. Be sure to like and subscribe for more Lion Pride content!”

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🌹100 Followers Special!✨

Oh my gosh! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! Thank you guys so much for my first 100( 133 at this time now) it means a lot and I’m glad you enjoy what I write! Originally I had a different prompt list planned but as I thought about it, it didn’t really fit into the ship that won very well! So we got the fluff alphabet instead!

I present to you~

Solomon x MC x Barbatos

Fluff alphabet edition!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mischief. You and Solomon will try new spells and potions or go out to town and prank random demons by adding something that will make them turn into a frog in their drink.

On Barb’s days off he’ll actually join you! He only let’s you two do simple things though, even if it’d be hilarious to see one of the great demon dukes turn into a worm and get eaten by a bird.

Barbs will take you two ice skating whenever he gets the chance to. He enjoys having an excuse to hold both your hands because Solomon can not skate to save his life-

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Solomon loves both you guys’ hands. He loves to hold them and see your faces when he kisses them. He also adores watching you use your hands to cook or cast spells, maybe help with potions. He finds it wonderful how your hands enact the intricate movements for spells.

Barbs loves your waist. No matter what size you are he adores being able to hold you by the waist and pull you close. He also loves to be able to run his hands along your sides, he enjoys feeling your shape in his hands. On Solomon though he loves the place where the pact mark ended up. He likes kissing around the mark whenever he gets the chance.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Separately, Barbs would have the most gentle touch and try to get you somewhere private to help calm you down, away from prying eyes. He’d do whatever he could, he’d offer to hold you if you’d want him to but if you prefer not to touched when you’re sad he will take you to the kitchen or garden, whichever you prefer but if you choose kitchen he is baking you something and letting you vent as he works.

Solomon alone would wrap you up in his cape thingy and keep you hidden from the world. He’d ask what’s wrong immediately and try to distract you if he felt that’s work better. He’d do a few tiny performance spells for you like maybe tiny fire works or zapping a demon in the butt.

Together though they are the best team. They’re taking you to somewhere more private and engulfing you in a group hug if you let them. You can cry your eyes out for however long you wish. If you don’t want to be touched then Barbs will go get you a water bottle for when you’re done crying or panicking while Solomon goes through breathing excersizes with you.

If it’s something less serious though and you’re just having a bad day, barbs will bring you a treat and a kiss before he has to go back to working and Solomon will snuggle you both up for cuddles.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Barbs has accidentally seen many realities for the future with you two and his only hope and plan is to make sure the ones where you break up don’t happen in your realm.

Solomon wants to get a small house in the human realm with you. He knows Barbatos can’t exactly leave his job and he also knows there may be people in the human realm who you want to see. If you’re okay only making weekly-monthly trips to the human realm though then he wants to have a house for all three of you in the DevilDom. Not a very big one, just enough room for the three of you. Totally not because he wants to horde you two away so he can just love you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Solomon imitated dates and affection more. He’ll let you and Barbs plan whatever you want but he’ll be the one to mention that it’s been a while since you’ve gone on a date. He’ll also be the person who starts kissing Barbs before pulling you in for your own affection.

Barbs is more passive. He’s up for anything you two want to do but knows Solomon isn’t good at making plans so he’ll pick a date and help you plan what you three are going to do. Sometimes he gets in an extra affectionate mod though and will kiss your cheeks while he is working. He tries to remain professional in sowwy! However he ain’t gonna stop you if you or Solomon start kissing him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Barbs doesnt like to hold grudges especially when it comes to you two. He adores you both and already saw everything would turn out okay. This of course can sometimes lead to him forgetting he still has to make things up in the present though. He doesn’t like to fight, he prefers debate and will only tell you two his truth of the situation, trying to diffuse anything else bubbling up.

Solomon would need to be alone and be mad for a bit though. He doesn’t forgive and forget immediately and tries to calmly talk things out first. If he is getting too mad though he will start raising his voice and trying to leave so he can cool off without hurting someone.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Barbs is so grateful. He feels so lucky to have you both and will always give you kisses when one of you brings him food for lunch (even if it’s Solomon’s cooking) and please give this man a self care day- can we just- this guy is always stressed with the Peince’s antics and on his feet all day, if you and Solomon make him a self care day and pamper him right back he will actually cry a bit. He is fickle aware of everything his partners do for him.

Solomon is similar. He never lets something either of you do go unnoticed and always makes sure to return the kindness. Barbs made him food? He’ll make Barbs dessert! You’re helping him with a potion? He’ll make you a charmed necklace!

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Look Barbs kinda can’t share all the futures he sees with you two. He’ll tell you about past futures you could have landed in if you ask. But other than that he tells you two everything he can. He doesn’t like keeping secrets from either of you however some royal business matters he can’t share yet.

Solomon will tell you everything, if you ask about it. He doesn’t intentionally keep secrets, especially not about his past, but sometimes he forgets that you and Barbs don’t know all the stories of how he got all the pacts he has and will just causally mention one as if it’s nothing. Newer secrets though he doesn’t keep. If someone needs to tell him a secret they have to specify if they don’t want you and barbs knowing. He tells you two everything and if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to share someone’s secret, he knows you two will keep it safe for him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Barbs takes more time off because of you two. Not a lot but a little more. He’ll always make sure he has time to spend with you two on big dates like anniversaries and holidays. Because of you two he’s also tried a lot more stuff than he ever thought he would, like human world candy.

Solomon sees more beauty in life because of you two. He didn’t want to die to begin with but because of you two he’s found even more reason to live. He loves being able to count you as a reason to coming home the next day.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Barbs gets jealous he can’t spend as much time with both of you as he wants. When it comes to others flirting with you though he can’t help but get a little protective. If it’s at one of Dia’s parties and he has to work he’ll kiss you and Solomon’s cheeks. Something subtle saying you’re both taken by one hell of a butler. If the other goes too far though and neither of you have dealt with them yet then he’ll take care of them himself.

Solomon isn’t jealous at all actually. He knows you’re hot. He knows Barbs is hot. And he knows you’re both loyal. He trusts you two. If he sees someone flirting with you though and notices you’re getting uncomfortable he’ll come and see if you want him to step in and swoop you away.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Barbs... look I just-... just kiss him. Just do it and see how perfectly his lips feel against your’s. Your first kiss with Barbs is gentle and full of care, he treats you and Solomon with all the love he treats his plants so of course that kiss is going to be sweet as a rose.

Solomon is a little more forward with his kisses. He’s a good kisser, kiss him and find out for yourself hehe, but your first kiss with him is more passionate, his hands pulling you closer to him and not letting go unless it’s to hold your hand.

Their first kiss with each other was months before they met you. They had been going on dates and Barbatos asked if he could kiss Solomon. It was honestly adorable. Barbs wasn’t shy he just didn’t want to make a Solomon uncomfortable. But when Solomon just kissed him instead of giving an answer, well hey Barbs wasn’t complaining!

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

They confess to you together. Of course. They invited you to their lunch date, Barbatos cooked and made everything look super cute, heart shaped cake! Solomon didn’t stop flirting with you and Barbatos COULDNT help but join him. They did directly tell you their feelings as well of course.

Barbatos confessed first. Solomon was visiting him, as a friend not a date, and tried to help Barbs cook. Barbs decided to best distract Solomon he’d have to confess his feelings. It worked. Solomon immediately asked Barbatos on a date and started planning it in his head, claiming he had to leave so he could make it perfect.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Barbatos is okay with anything. Marriage isn’t important to him, he could happily live his life as whatever you and Solomon want to be, even if it means eternally being fiancés. A Barbatos proposal would be in the garden. He’s have everything planned out perfectly for you two, flowers would be in bloom, no distractions, and romantic music playing while the scene happens under the closest thing they have to moonlight. It was amazing. Barbs as a husband is the literal best. He’ll take care of you and Solomon better than Dia. He makes sure you bothe eat, take your meds, drink water, get enough sunlight from the human world, he’s so caring.

Solomon would like to get married but it’s not required for him if you don’t want to. He’d propose with magic. He set up a light show for you and Barbs and finished with the proposal, also had note cards with how much he loved you two on them but got so embarrassed at the cheesy stuff on them that he left them out. You found them a week later and he tried to change the subject but when Barbs saw them he knew he was done for. Solomon as your hubby is fun! He always makes sure you’re mental health is doing good and takes you on adventures to get potion stuff with him. He’ll make you and Barbs little gifts, has been banned from the kitchen though.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Barbs calls you dear. “My dear you look stunning as always.” He calls Solomon sugar. No I will not take arguments. Solomon gets confused to be salty at first glance and too much of him can be a problem but we love him so it’s okay. Sugar.

Solomon calls you dove. You’re gorgeous and such a symbol of love to him. You also bring him peace of mind when you’re next to him so, dove! “Dove I’m going on an expidetion, come with me?” He calls Barbs darling. It started as a lady and the tramp joke, Jim dear and Darling, but it kind of just stuck. Barbs surprisingly likes it a lot.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Barbs realizes he is in love he is so discreet about it. The only person who immediately notices, is Diavolo. He smiles a genuine smile more and his stride is just more float like. He genuinely looks like he is enjoying the day. He expresses his love through words. He’ll say it and compliment you whenever he sees you. He’ll always ask Solomon about his spells and stuff. He just talks and pays attention as makes sure you know he adores both of you.

Solomon is descreat about his feelings to someone just passing by. If you’re someone he knows, he is openly telling them about how much he adores his boyfriend and partner. He likes to flirt with you two, especially when you’re doing tasks and Barbs is at work. He’s also big on physical touch, hands will always be held!

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Barbatos won’t initiate affection while he is on the clock. The most he’ll do is blow you two a kiss as he leaves or smile at you. Sometimes he’ll make a heart with his hands if he’s feeling extra sappy. When he isn’t on the clock though, he mostly just holds your hands. Cheek kisses whenever he wants though. He’ll be kind of shy to directly kiss you for too long in public but hey if you or Solomon want real kisses and not just pecks, he’ll never push you off. He’ll just happily reciprocate!

Solomon doesn’t care where he is, if he wants kisses then he wants kisses. He’s respectable about it when Barbs is working or a serious meeting is going on but that won’t stop him from holding your hand or linking your arms together. He enjoys holding you two close when he can.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

Barbatos is one hell of a butler. And he knows how to make you and Solomon feel special in all kinds of situations.

Solomon is entertaining. If you’re sad or need a distraction, he has the perfect flirty comment or small spell to take your mind off things.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Barbatos is the cliche one here. Flowers, chocolates or sweets if you like them, candles, love letters, mood lighting, the whole shibang. He also most definetly has a playlist of romantic songs he hears. He’ll do anything to make you smile. If he sees you over working yourself or Solomon hasn’t taken a break in foreve he gets you water and makes you stop for a minute or two to just enjoy a moment or relaxing. Will also happily give either of you a massage.

Solomon tries! He gets creative with light show spells and he has a list of you and Barbs’ favorite things! He’ll remember little things you mention but he also likes to make sure you two know it’s not from anyone else. He’ll always sign cards more over dramatically than required. Any “grand gesture” he makes is either way over the top or super quiet but DETAILED- THIS MAN PAYS ATTENTION TO DETAIL. And it’s- worth it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Barbatos will always support you two. He adores you and will help you achieve any goal you set. Solomon needs a spotter in case a spell goes awry? Got it. You just need a cheerleader to bring you food? He’s already making your favorite! He believes in both of you 100% but isn’t afraid to give you two a reality check when he deems it necessary. (When you two may be getting overwhelmed or there is a time crunch) if you’re stubborn about it though and not backing down then he’ll help get whatever it is done.

Solomon helps make schedules for when you or Barbs have a project of some sort due, he attempts cooking, he brings the energy drinks and wake up spells, if you’re going through something rough then he’s going with you. Barbs is having a tough time at work? Time to prepare the snuggle fort. You’ve been studying too much? He’ll quiz you then make you take a nap. Best cheerleader.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Barbatos requires some form of routine because of his work. He, unfortunately, can’t just wake up and say he is going to go to a movie that day. The rare times he does have a day off he makes sure there is a plan for the day. If you and Solomon planned a surprise, that’s fine he won’t ask you just need to tell him to keep the day free of plans. Within the relationship he doesn’t need to try new things but he always is up for whatever you want.

Spontaneous. He’ll plan when he needs to actually get work done but when he doesn’t, it could be a day of just doing nothing for hours before he decides he wants to surprise Barbs at work or you at HoL. He likes to try new things in the relationship, he is up to try almost anything but there are a few things he won’t do.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Barbatos knows you both like the back of his hand if you let him. He’s very observant and knows how to tell when you two aren’t happy and when you two are having the best days of your lives. He knows how to read you well but he isn’t very empathetic. He knows what to do when he sees a certain look on your face and he know exactly how to make both you and Solomon fee better. He’ll listen and tell you what he thinks you need to hear.

Solomon is the empathetic one. He doesn’t recognize when you or Barbs are sad by looking at you, he knows by talking to you. He’s able to hear it in your tone or how you two are speaking. When you vent to him he knows exactly what to say to make you feel better and cries with you. But he knows exactly how to make you and Barbs feel better in every situation.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You and Solomon mean everything to Barbatos. He doesn’t have to be anyone special or any kind of butler for you two, he can just be himself and not be afraid to ask for something he wants. He has to admit that sometimes he needs to put work first and he feels incredibly bad about it. However if it’s an emergency he doesn’t hesitate to tell Diavolo he has to leave and rushes to you two as fast as he can.

Solomon adores your two. He puts his relationship with you two first more often than he puts most other things. He doesn’t let it distract from his goals and dreams but you two become a part of that dream that he isn’t willing to compromise.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Barbatos secretly loves being in the middle of you and Solomon. He love being held by you to Solomon behind him and then having one of you in his arms or be snuggled in your chest. He’s warm and relaxed and safe.

Solomon takes you two ice skating on a date once. If you don’t know how he will very happily teach you because he was also the one to teach Barbatos how much fun ice skating is.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He isn’t big on PDA. If you come up and kiss him he will happily kiss back and if you initiate affection then he isn’t going to push you away, unless he is in the middle of cooking at work and Solomon is trying to steal him away. In private he will always reciprocate affection but at first has a hard time initiating it in fear you don’t want him to be affectionate. He does love to snuggle though.

Solomon just wants to constantly hold hands or have an arm around you both. He loves getting kisses from you and Barbs and loves holding the two of you in his arms even more. Sometimes if you’re busy and Barbs is cooking he will help one of you with whatever task you’re trying to complete just so he can have your attention faster.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

When Barbs is missing you he is slightly extra affectionate towards Solomon. When he is missing Solomon he is slightly more affectionate towards you. When he misses both of you? He’s too busy trying to distract his mind with his work and the task at hand. He will also remind himself that it won’t be long until he sees the two of you so it’s going to be okay. If he isn’t able to see you two for a few days then he just tries to focus on his work even more.

Solomon doesn’t like to miss you. When he misses either of you he just goes to see you. If he is busy or trying to focus on something that needs to get done he’ll get as much of it done as he can before he needs to at least call you. He’ll call you if you’re not in class and just start up a conversation about anything, listening to your voice as he finishes what he was working on before. If Barbatos is at work he will send him something flirty or funny, something he knows will get a reaction out of Barbs even if he doesn’t text back.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Barbatos aims to please. If you or Solomon want to do something or see something or try something or just want something, he does his best to make it happen. If there is a problem or a fight he is usually the one to diffuse the situation and make things better. There have been rare times where he has gotten overwhelmed and just didn’t know what to do and then he just tries to get everyone apart to cool off and collect themselves. However sometimes Solomon wants to take the mischief a little too far and Barbs has to real you two back in.

Solomon adores both you and Barbs so he does what he can. If an argument breaks out he does his best to remain calm and try to just talk instead of yelling. He tries to make you both feel special and makes sure you both know how much he cares but he stays firm on his boundaries. He knows how far he is and isn’t willing to go on certain things and you’re going to need to be persuasive if you want to change his mind. While his boundaries aren’t loose, they are open so if you suggest something he’s probably going to be fine with it.

Oh my goodness, thank you guys so much and I’m thrilled you enjoy what I write! I hope you liked this, sorry if Solomon sees a little too high energy it was a challenge writing him but I think I’m gettin gn better at it! Have an amazing unbirthday everyone and I hope you sleep well!

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Alaric’s in Love with You but Klaus Was Your One and Only

contains s5 TO spoilers that you’ve probably seen before since you’re on tumblr. set in legacies.

It started when Hope returned to Mystic Falls with you in tow, someone Alaric hadn’t seen in over a decade. You’d changed; physically and mentally. Your hair was darker and shorter, brushing your shoulders as well as your eyes had lost that pretty, dangerous sparkle. You were less extroverted, but that was understandable since you had gone through tremendous heart break.

It also didn’t help that you’d returned to a place that once was your home, the changes having a much heavier and worse effect on you than you had anticipated. You’d spent a great deal of time staring at the Stefan Salvatore Memorial plac, reliving the past, not even having the courage to enter the library.

The way you closed off was only half the reason Alaric and you hadn’t slipped back into old habits. The other was that frankly, it wasn’t easy for him to trust a Salvatore, much less a Mikaelson. You just so happened to be both; the woman who brought the two vampire families together. He didn’t see that as good in any way, shape or form.

He’d never had an issue with you, it was always your brothers, husband and his family stirring the pot and setting paths of destruction in their wake. It was rare for you to aid in it voluntarily, but at the end of the day, you were still a vampire. No matter how much you tried to avoid darkness and evil, you couldn’t hide from something that was apart of who you were.

But then again, he hadn’t seen you in so long. It was before you had officially moved to New Orleans, before you had truly began to cope with Stefan’s death and before you had helped in raising a child. Now you had gone through all of that, along with losing the love of your life and it didn’t take you opening up to him to notice that you weren’t the same person.

Out of nearly two centuries, the past decade had been the worst of your life as well as the best. You’d grown so much and Alaric couldn’t say that he didn’t like who you had become.

He was surprisingly able to set aside your supernatural nature enough to grow quite fond of you. With the help of the people around you, the distraction of being co-headmaster and weekly phone calls with Damon, you were able to break through the grief-stricken shell you’d built around yourself. It allowed Alaric to truly see you again.

At your core, you were still (Y/N), the woman he bantered with in the early morning hours in his office over take out that you had convinced him on buying. The woman who would shout, “YES,” when she’d crack a case all on her own, flashing him a breathtakingly gorgeous smile that made his heart flutter.

He could still pinpoint the day you took your wedding ring off on a calendar, stating that, “I can’t go on everyday with this reminder. I need to live my life.” He knew that was hard for you, since you had refused to take it off for a full two years following Klaus’ death. Perhaps, it meant something.

His brain would turn to mush every time you pulled him in for a hug after a particularly dangerous day, or when you’d catch him staring and give him a quizzical almost smug look. He had a hard time in controlling how his pulse would quicken up when near you, aware that if you listened for it, you’d hear it.

You were far from dumb, as well as the students attending the school. His daughters often gave him a look when they’d catch him acting weird and Hope had even cornered him asking if he had a thing for you with a threatening look on her face.

“I do not have a thing for Dr. Salvatore...”

“Salvatore-Mikaelson,” Hope corrected, arms crossed over her chest. She could see through his bullshit and both of them knew it.

“Look,” she sighed, “(Y/N) is like a mother to me. I’ve known her all my life. For your sake and for hers, I’m going to be completely honest. I doubt she’ll ever get over my dad.”

Sincerity shone in her eyes, a slight frown in her brow. “You didn’t get the chance to but I saw them together. Nothing could match up to what they had. They were soulmates. She doesn’t want anyone else.”

Alaric cleared his throat, briefly adverting his gaze to the floor. “I..I..” He stumbled over his words, unaware of what to say. Deep down, it wasn’t what he wanted to hear. But he couldn’t let his façade drop.

“Have a good day, Hope.”

He’d sat down in his office to mull over her words, pulling a hand over his face every time he’d get too caught up in his thoughts.

If what Hope told him was the case, then what about the little flirtatious glances? Or the way you snuggled into him when you fell asleep in his office that one night?

A small smile tugged at his lips when he thought about how you had berated him after he went off on his own to fight a monster. You had been fuming, eyes watery, yelling about how he was only human and a selfish jackass to not think about all the people who cared about him.

How you cared about him.

He hadn’t felt the way he did since Jo died, not even for Caroline, and it was one he had missed. One he’d been harboring for months and he felt like it was time to confess. If his feelings were requited, he couldn’t imagine a better future than that, a better feeling than that. It was all he was focused on when he said those three little words.

“I..I like you. A lot.”

It was one night when the two of you had gotten a little carried away with the liquor stored underneath your desk. You were snuggled up against him on the couch, but thought nothing of it. Unlike Alaric.

Brows furrowing, it took you a moment to register his words due to the sleepy haze and the alcohol coursing through your system. And when you did, the tension alleviated from your shoulders before you lightly punched him in his. “I like you too. A lot.”

He shook his head, throwing caution and anxiety to the wind before he clarified. “(Y/N), I’m in love with you.”

His eyes were closed so he couldn’t see the way you froze. “I have been for a while. You’re sweet, loving, unbelievably beautiful and an amazing friend. Being co-headmaster with you, seeing you with everyone...I couldn’t help but imagine a life with you by my side officially.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” his eyes fluttered open, which is when he noticed that you had moved away. His heart dropped at that. “I don’t want you to feel pressured...”

“Alaric.” You interjected, fingers toying with the N necklace dangling from your neck; the necklace that was always hidden underneath your shirt, which Alaric hadn’t noticed you still wore until now.

And that combined with the melancholy expression on your face made his stomach churn in fear and realization. He’d made a huge mistake.

Inhaling deeply, you contemplated on what to say. “I like you, Alaric.” His eyebrows raised, hope glistening in his gaze but you quickly shot that down. “But this can’t happen.”

His gaze softened as you stood up from the couch. “It’s not fair to you. I can’t be that woman for you, for Lizzie and Josie.”

“I’m not expecting anything from you...”

“Apparently you are since you told me that you’re in love with me!” Both of you were shocked by your outburst and you quickly apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m overwhelmed.”

A moment of tense silence ensued as you stared at the ground, hyperaware of his gaze on your face. “Klaus was different.” You suddenly spoke, bottom lip quivering as the feelings you had buried resurfaced, “I thought I was going to spend eternity with him.”

“I understand that.” He leaned forward, “I felt the same when Jo died. And it took me a while to move on. I can wait.”

You lifted your gaze to lock it with his. “I wouldn’t ever ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking, I’m just stating. I understand if you need time.” Tears began to gather on your lashes, fingers threading through your hair as you sighed. He was making it more difficult than it already was. You didn’t want to break his heart.

“I still cry in the shower, Al! And when I’m not crying, I’m talking to my dead husband!” Your eyes were wide, voice loud and shaking as you stifled your cries. “I continue to dwell on the past. I dream about him every night. Hell, I even write in a journal about him.”

“After almost three years, I’m still mourning as if I lost him yesterday. And I know for a fact that it will always be like that.”

He stood up at that, his face contorted into a incredulous expression. “But what about the looks you give me? Or the cuddling? You can’t tell me that didn’t mean anything.”

“That’s how I’ve always reacted when a man was interested in me! I thought it was a short term thing or that you wanted to get in bed with me. But just that.”

“It’s not just that. I love you.”

Your heart broke even further at how those words made your stomach churn. “Please. Don’t.” Hatred boiled in your chest as you were upset with him. Upset that he’d ruined a strong bond that took years to build, that you wouldn’t be able to find comfort in your friendship anymore.

“Klaus will always be the man my heart belongs to. He was my one and only. He was my soulmate.”

“You have to stay here and take care of Hope.” He swiped his thumb across your wet skin, “Don’t worry, my love, I’ll be waiting for you on the other side.”

The word echoed in his head, a memory of his conversation with Hope crossing his mind. Soulmate. “(Y/N)...”

“I’m sorry, Alaric.” He internally grimaced at the absence of his nickname and he found himself wondering if the relationship he had with you would ever be the same. Found himself acknowledging that he, in fact, ruined it.

It made him angry as well. He needed you just as much as you needed him.

Your fingers wrapped around the doorknob, “You deserve someone special, Alaric. That someone just can’t be me.”

[kingreywrites]

So Pardon The Dust

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 2493

Summary: When they arrive in the Dark Kingdom, the king has been dead for years.

Note: this is bittersweet, but the idea couldn’t leave me alone, and i had to write it out! so yeah, edmund’s death is heavily talked about, be careful if that’s not your thing! I just love Destinies Collide, and love what-ifs, so this story was born from there asghdh

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When they arrive in the Dark Kingdom, the king has been dead for years. 

They don't know that. What they do know is that once their travel in a shaky gondola over an immense rift ends, everything seems too easy. The kingdom is dark, cold, smells of dust and rust permeating the air, and it makes it hard to imagine that anyone has ever lived in such a place. But Rapunzel's hair pushes her forward, and they don't spend any more time thinking about it. 

They enter the equally dark and cold castle, searching for the moonstone. 

Desperate for a flicker of warmth, Lance lights a fire in a lifeless living room with no windows. Eugene's gaze is drawn to a painting, throning above the fireplace and depicting a man and a woman he presumes to be the king and queen. 

He cannot explain the deep uneasiness he feels at the sight, or even why he can hardly tear his eyes away from the picture. His heart is racing, and he explains it by blaming it on his concern for Rapunzel. 

The queen's smile remains etched in his mind as he moves forward. 

The king has been dead for years. They don't know it, but Eugene finds a room filled with overhanging statues and, sitting in front of a gigantic door, is a tiny skeleton covered in too big clothes and dust. A dark crown still hangs grotesquely on its head, but the first thing Eugene sees is the purple gem necklace between the fingers of its single hand. The same as the queen's in the painting. 

Eugene has a bitter taste in his mouth. Rapunzel holds his hand, also upset, and he remembers that they are here for her, and for her destiny. He holds her fingers tighter between his, and they move toward the door. 

The ghosts are… certainly a surprise.

Death is not something new to Eugene, yet he can't help but feel nauseous when the king's ghost appears so close to his own skeleton, eyes full of a melancholy and anger that only he understands.

He doesn't seem to be capable of speech. He just groans and attacks, mindlessly guarding the stone that cost him his life. When Adira arrives to help them, she calls him Edmund, a soft grief in her voice, and Eugene keeps the name in a corner of his head. Edmund. Not a ghost, not a skeleton, but Edmund, who protected his kingdom until he died trapped within it.

Finally, Eugene is the one who destroys his statue. He cuts off its head, and tries to forget how a few seconds before, it was his own that could have been lost, if the king's axe had not struck beside it. Luck saved his life this time.

Adira asks Rapunzel to enter the moonstone chamber by herself. She says that it's her destiny, and hers alone. Eugene wants to protest, worry burning in his heart, but he doesn't even have the time - Rapunzel looks at Cassandra, and announces that the three of them will go inside. He should be relieved, but he can't help but take another look at the king's- Edmund's body. Many people have died for this stone, and the more time passes, the more terrified he is of what awaits them on the other side. He knows death, more than any other member of this group probably; he's been around it personally. He promised himself when he came back to life, that he would never let Rapunzel die the way he did, slowly and violently, when she has so much to live for.

He doesn't know where this promise will lead him. 

When they arrive in the Dark Kingdom, the king is dead. They enter easily, and though the ghosts of past rulers stand in their way, the path to the moonstone is far from the most difficult adventure he has ever experienced. Eugene is worried, of course he is - he's afraid of the conclusion of their journey, afraid of what he cannot predict. Rapunzel tells him she loves him, and he almost wants to throw up, because they're in the middle of a kingdom murdered by that exact stone Rapunzel intends to grab. I love you too, he thinks, but can't manage to say, because the words sound like a goodbye, and he's not ready for that. He'd die one thousand times for her, if she asked him to. He'd die for her against her will too, if necessary, but he knows he can't get in the way today. As desperate as he is to protect her, he knows how much she values being able to draw her own path.

He wants to grab the moonstone first because he loves her, and because he loves her, he stays back.

That's not the case for everyone. He notices too late Cass running for it, and Demanitus' warning echoes once again in his ears, mocking now that the only thing he can do is try to pull Rapunzel to safety as the world explodes in colours. The king is dead, and their friendship with Cassandra is too, the shadow of Gothel haunting Rapunzel once again despite how much she deserves to be free from it. Cassandra flees, Eugene hurts his arm when she pushes him away, and Rapunzel runs after her, desperate to salvage what can be.

It doesn't amount to much, in the end.

Things settle down, as much as they can while Rapunzel still sits listlessly near the broken bridge Cassandra left behind, and Eugene goes in the castle again, in search of bandages this time. His left arm hurts.

He doesn't expect to find Adira, standing silently in front of... Edmund. Her back is rigid, her mouth in a straight line, but when he calls her name, he sees a foreign melancholy in her eyes. He doesn't know her that well, but there's a lot Eugene can understand from looking into somebody's eyes.

Adira sighs, shoulders lowering, and he's sure she hears his unsaid question. "I shouldn't be surprised," she says, but it's clear that in a way, she is. "I… knew, that King Edmund was not well, when we left. I often considered that he might very well be…" she trails off, her eyes falling on his body again.

"It's different to be sure," Eugene responds softly, his voice loud in the silence of this immense room. Watching them - Adira, and this skeleton, barely hanging together enough to recognise a human shape - it was difficult to conceive that once upon a time, they had stood here together, alive and happy, perhaps. He can't imagine what it feels like to see an old friend this way, with no warning. "Adira…"

"It's okay, Fishskin," she smiles, and in her voice, he could hear the echoes of all the time Rapunzel told him she was fine, because she didn't know how to act when she was not.

He barely knows Adira. Both because he didn't ask, and because she didn't want him, or anyone, to know her. But he can guess easily that her life had never been one of peace, not even before leaving the Dark Kingdom, and losing contact with the other members of the Brotherhood. He doesn't think she's unhappy, per se, but he- he knows, they all know, especially now after everything that happened, that anger and fear and grief are not emotions that should be let to fester until they explode. Maybe it's his worry for Rapunzel speaking; maybe he's confusing everything, and Adira is simply dealing with the situation the way she wants to, but before he can think better of it, Eugene takes a step forward, and asks her if she wants to bury the king's body.

"To- To give him a better resting place," he explains awkwardly, her eyes piercing right through him. He's ready to say sorry and hope she doesn't kill him for overstepping her boundaries, but, to his surprise, she softens, a genuine if sad smile on her lips.

"Actually Fishskin, that's… a great idea."

And so they do it. Adira finds a bear hood that the King used to wear - Dabney, she says reverently - and they place his bones in it, carefully moving everything in tandem. They don't really talk while doing it. There's not much to be said. Eugene thinks of this king, who was so desperate to save his kingdom that he doomed it, and he thinks about death, too. About how lonely it is.

Adira leads them down a few corridors, and they emerge in a small, grey looking garden. They walk until they find an unmarked tombstone.

"The queen," Adira announces shortly, and Eugene wonders if she helped bury her too.

It's not the first time Eugene digs a grave for someone. He remembers starkly getting out of the tower with Rapunzel, both of them entirely different people than who they were before, and finding a cloak and ashes at the bottom of it. He remembers how quietly distraught Rapunzel had been, and how he had proposed to bury what was left of Gothel.

Shaking his head, he tries to think about something else, but it's hard given the situation. His arm aches at each of his movements. Surprisingly, Adira breaks the silence, and that's enough to distract him.

"I often disagreed with King Edmund," she says, without looking at him. "He was a good king, but his duty to the moonstone blinded him to the bigger picture, and I was afraid that it would lead him, and us, to lose everything. I was right, as I often am," she chuckles, but there's no mirth behind it. Simply grief. Something that can't be quite put into words.

"How did he lose his arm?" Eugene asks, voice low as they finally lower the bones into the ground. His eyes catch the sight of the necklace falling aside, and when they're done, he picks it up, thumb running over the smooth surface of the gem.

"The queen died," Adira whispers. She's looking at the necklace too, when he raises his head. "Edmund's grief led him to act on the anger he had been repressing for too long, but the moonstone was much more powerful than he imagined. Its retaliation costs him everything he held dear."

Gently, Adira takes the necklace from him, and Eugene can't explain the impulse that makes him want to hold onto it for a little while longer.

He's sentimental, he reasons. There's something deeply touching about this man dying while looking at the last thing connecting him to his late wife. These are good explanations, but neither of them addresses the unease and bitterness rising in Eugene's throat. He doesn't understand it himself.

Adira looks at the necklace for a long time, emotions he can't name in her expression. Memories she will not share make her frown, and Eugene feels more and more like he doesn't belong in this moment.

"Should we… bury that with him?" he asks awkwardly. Adira bites her lips, and finally shakes her head.

"This necklace was special for the queen. I know she intended to pass it down to her children."

A terrible voice in Eugene's mind reminds him that it's too late - they both died, and that necklace, that tradition, died with them too. He's hit by the tragedy of it all again, relentlessly reminded that the king passed away long before anyone could try to save him. And they would have, Rapunzel would have convinced him to let her through, she would have given him faith, Eugene is sure of that. He thinks that's why he's angry, too. The king has been dead for years, maybe, alone and desperate until his very last moments. And Eugene, Eugene wishes to go back in time, and give him another chance, get him the help he needed before it was too late.

He has never been good at accepting unhappy endings.

"When… When King Edmund banished us from the Dark Kingdom," Adira continues, "he also made another sacrifice. He sent his son away, when he was barely a baby, to be raised far from the moonstone and its dangers."

Son. A baby, sole survivor of the royal family, who probably doesn't know he is. A baby, who isn't one anymore now, but who is probably alive, and the thought is enough for Eugene to feel something new - he'd call this hope, but he's not sure that it fits. Closure, perhaps.

"You want to give their son the necklace," he smiles shakily.

"That's what needs to be done," Adira agrees, before putting away the necklace in her pocket. The gem catches the moonlight one last time, shining brighter than before, and it's easier for Eugene to let go, this time. "However, I did not keep track of the prince. I don't know what became of him, after we left, but I will keep searching until I find him."

"Hey," Eugene grins, wanting to lighten the atmosphere a little, "you searched for the mystical and maybe non-existent sundrop, and you found it, so I'm sure a prince will be no trouble. And if you need anything, we'll be happy to help," he adds, more earnest this time.

There's a newfound warmth in her eyes, and she inclines her head, acknowledging his words. The situation feels easier, somewhat. They finish replacing the dirt on top of the king's body, and Adira places a little stone to mark the emplacement.

The king is dead, and Cassandra is gone, but Eugene wants to believe that they all can find their own healing in time.

One wrong move reawakens the pain in his arm, and Adira gauges him when he flinches. She tells him that if there are any medical supplies around there, they're probably in the King's personal quarters.

With her instructions, it's not too hard to find them. The bedroom he finds is enormous, which only heightens how empty and dark it feels. Blindly, Eugene makes his way to a window, and pushes the heavy curtains away, letting the moonlight flood the room, and reveal the ambient dust like as many little stars in the night sky.

One side of the bed is unmade. Next to the other, there is an empty crib.

His heart is racing, and he can't explain it. He turns to the bedside table, and does find what appear to be bandages, next to a pile of papers, so close to the bed that it is easy to guess that the king often looked at them. 

Eugene approaches. He tells himself, without much conviction, that he should not look. That even in death the king deserves to keep his privacy. Whatever these papers are, they must have meant a lot to him, keeping him company in his darkest hours, and Eugene doesn't belong in this story.

It only takes him a step, and a second, to recognize his old wanted posters.

[peachyaone]

5 Stages of Grief.

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x reader.

Warning: Mentions of Loki’s death.

Y/N has the power to "see" through someone's eyes. It would only work if the person they're "seeing" is alive. Otherwise, all they would see is a blurred vision of what the person would see. They also have the power to manipulate energy to transform to any shape and form.

STAGE ONE   STAGE TWO   STAGE THREE   STAGE FOUR

Stage Five : Acceptance?

Y/N'S POV

The Avengers found their way to time travel, to get back the stones from different points of time so that Thanos wouldn't get to them first.

You suited up. You were going with Thor. Well, more like Bruce and Tony made you go with him, to babaysit him. You two nver spoken with each other yet, Thor avoided you like the plague. You couldn't blame him, you were his brother significant other. At least you had Rocket to talk with.

"Take care, Y/N." Natasha said.

Something tells you that this is the last time you'll ever talk to her again.

"Nat?" You whispered. She looked at you. You had tears in your eyes. You hugged her as tightly as you can. "Thank you for everything you do, be careful out there, make sure you come back okay? Love you, Nat." You choke back a sob. "Love you too, Y/N" She said hugging you back.

"See you in a minute?" You said. You knew.

"See you in a minute." She smiled at you. You smiled back.

You stood at the platform, between Thor and Rocket. Natasha shot you a playful wink, to which you giggled. "See you and the other side." You said. The time heist has begun.

ASGARD, 2013.

The three of you landed somewhere around the palace. You and Rocket were following Thor since he's the one to know more about the layout of the palace. You were sneaking around the dungeons and that's where you saw him. Loki. Your breath hitched, Rocket noticed that you weren't moving, "Hey, Y/N. You okay there?" he whispered. " You guys have to go on without me, well, the real me.' You said as you were focusing half of your energy to make an image of "you". ( A/N : Kinda like what Ōdanna did in Kakuriyo)

"What do you mean by that?" He asked you. "I made an image of me, they will finish the task alongside you" You said. "They will only last for awhile. until the job is done. I'll find you when it's done." You said. "How does it work-" "There's no time. Just go." You said as you moved. Rocket walked away.

You turned to see Loki throwing stuff in the air. "Hey." You said. Loki looked at you with wide eyes. His eyes wandered all over your face.

“You’re not my Y/N.”

You smiled, he was always so observant. You didn’t say anything, just smiling at him with teary eyes. You look different. That’s the thing Loki notices when he sees you. Maybe different isn’t the right word.  Burned out would be better, he supposes. Because he notices the bags under your eyes, or the way your body was skinner. There’s slight wrinkles in your skin that he hadn’t seen before and the smile on your lips seemed sad. Your eyes are dull, your skin was paler too, and all he can say is that you look so tired.

Taking a step, Loki clasps his hands behind his back until he’s directly before the barrier that keeps the both of you apart. He took a proper look at you, your looked as beautiful as ever. And you just stare back at him, with the a smile that said that you missed him so. “You look tired,” he says softly.

You finally speak and when you do, it’s with a raspier voice. “No shit, sherlock,” you said, causing Loki to blink. The sight of you, the way you look now, only breaks Loki’s heart. This you, he thought. "They looked as if they've lost something so important. What happened to you that made you look and sound like this. You look so sad. It’s never an expression Loki’s wanted to see on you. not ever.

“I always tell you to take care of yourself.”

His words, brings the softest of chuckles to your lips. Loki isn’t oblivious to the way it’s almost forced, he frowned.

“Well,” you begin, voice somewhat sore. “You know that I'm very stubborn.” Loki smiles at your comment and you smiled at him. Then, as the smiles fade, Loki’s shoulders fall. “What happened to you ,my dear?” And it’s almost like the words themselves are enough to make you cry. Loki watches as you swallow thickly, shoulders tensing as your eyes avoid him. “I-” you start, only pausing a moment. “Loki, I-.” And his name leaves your lips like it hasn’t in years and it brings about this tight feeling in his chest. Loki gaze softened looking at you.

You stepped closer, hand pressing against the barrier. His eyes widened and his mouth opened to protest, but you kept pushing on it. "What are you doing? Stop it." He said, he was afraid that you were gonna hurt yourself. "It's alright, Loki." You said, focusing your power to your hand. You phased through.

You tumbled inside, Loki caught you. You were exhausted, but had to keep going for the sake of the mission. "You can do that?" He said. "I've been training all this time." You said, breathing heavily. He laid you on the bed he had.

He noticed something shiny on your finger, he took your hand. His eyes widened, "You have it?" He said to you.

You smiled. "Yeah." You said. "Thank you for giving me this." You said. "Did you like the proposal?" He asked. Loki saw your expression change. "What's wrong?" He asked. You looked at him, as if telling him what he need to know. A look of realization was on his face, now he understand why you looked at him the way you did. He hugged you. "I'm so sorry." He said.

"It's been 5 years." You said, tearing up. "I'm sorry." He said again. You looked at him, "If anyone's sorry, it should be me." You said. "Loki-" "If you're going me to tell how I died, I don't want to hear it." He said. "But Loki-" You said."No. Love, I don't want to know." He said. You sighed. "Look, You know that I love you, darling. But please, don't be rash. You know time is sensitive." he said. "I know, It's just I want be selfish this once. I want you to live a happy life, to make up for all the bullshit you've been through." You said, quietly. "Y/N, My time with you makes up for everything. I know that we lived happy life together. And that's enough for me." He said, wiping the tears from your cheek.

"I love you, Loki." you said. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

"Y/N, Can you hear me? We got the stone." You heard Rocket say into the comms.

"Alright, I'll be there." you said. You looked at Loki, He nodded. "Go save the world, my love." He said, kissing you. You kissed him back, tears falling. "I wish we had more time." You said. He smiled sadly. "Wait. Here's something for you." He conjured up a necklace with a ring identical to yours. "It was supposed to be mine. I want you to have it" He said to you. "Are you sure?" You said. He nodded. You kissed him. You pressed your hand against the barrier  and phased through. You turned and waved at him. He waved back.

As you ran to the meeting point, you heard something in your head.

"I'm so proud of you for staying strong, I'll always love you, my dear." you heard him say.

You smiled, tears flowing freely.

Time to save the world. For him.

[maddrmatt]

A Beautiful Future: A Premonition or a Punishment?

New to this fanfic? Click here to properly begin!

Greetings, readers and fellow SoKai fans!

Time for a certain Princess of Heart to take the spotlight in this story!  

Fair bit of warning though, I sort of used this chapter to showcase a few headcanons and speculations regarding the future of the series.  

Also, there’s a little challenge within this chapter that you can take on if you wish.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Writings of a Princess

Land of Departure

Dear Sora,

I know it’s been a while since I last wrote to you.  I haven’t really had anything really important to tell you since I came here.

Now something incredible has just happened and I had to tell you first before anyone else.  But before that, here’s a few updates on what’s been happening on this side of reality.

I’m still training hard.  No offense to Merlin, but I think I’m getting way better with my Keyblade training under Master Aqua than him.

My days here at the Land of Departure are filled with learning various fighting techniques or improving my magic skills.  And to test them, I often spar with Aqua, Terra or Ven.  One day, I might even get a perfect score against one of them in our matches.

All of three of them and Chirithy have been very good to me. They’ve really made me feel like part of their family.

But as great as it’s been with them, they’re no true replacement for everyone back home.  I miss everyone:  Mom, Dad, Selphie, Wakka, Tidus, Riku, and you.  Especially you.

Sorry, Sora.  It’s just so hard every day knowing that you’re trapped in that fictional world.  I really wish I could’ve gone there with Riku to save you.  But after being out of action for a year and the fact that I couldn’t even land a single blow on that memory of Xehanort, I knew it was the better choice to stay behind and train even if I didn’t like it.

I really hope Riku finds you soon.  We’re all so worried about both of you.  Since nobody really knows anything about this Quadratum place, we’ve all thought Riku was a little hasty in just taking off there alone.

We still haven’t heard anything from Mickey yet either. Hopefully, he’ll come back soon from Scala Ad Caelum, and he’ll have found something we can use to help you and Riku.  Until that happens, all the rest of us can do is wait.

Anyway, time to tell you the real reason for this latest letter, Sora. And you are not going to believe what it is.  I can hardly believe it myself.

Last night, I had a dream.  It was actually the first dream I’ve had since I came to the Land of Departure.

Not that I’ve minded not having dreams just in case they ended up being recreations of my worst memories.  I’ve already watched you vanish twice.  I don’t think I could bear to watch it happen again in my dreams.

But the dream I had was nothing like that at all.  It was of a wedding, Sora.  Our wedding.

It was an amazing sight.  It was in this gigantic chapel that looked like it was in Radiant Garden, and it was filled with all your friends from around the worlds.

Many of our fellow Guardians of Light and closest friends made up our wedding party.  It was hardly a surprise to see Selphie as my maid of honor or Riku as your best man.

You looked so handsome in the suit you were wearing.  And judging from the stunned look on your face when you saw me coming down the aisle, I must’ve looked pretty beautiful to you.

It was truly incredible, Sora.  It felt so real and so wonderful.  I wished it never ended.

But, unfortunately, as it is with dreams, we all have to wake up eventually.  And when I did, the happiness I felt ended up giving way to other emotions as I reflected on the dream.

First of all, I felt a little confused.  As good as that dream was, I couldn’t help but wonder why I had it at all.  I mean, wouldn’t you find a little strange to have a dream about a wedding especially since we haven’t even had our first kiss yet?  It’s kind of rushing things a little.  

But don’t get me wrong, Sora.  I know, deep down in my heart, how we truly feel about each other. I wouldn’t have shared that paopu fruit with you otherwise.  And when the time is right for it, the idea of getting married to you is something I will embrace wholeheartedly.

So, I thought more about the dream and believe it or not, I started to think that it was not merely just a dream.  I wonder if what I saw was our future.  It definitely did feel like that since there were so many unfamiliar parts in it.  

For example, I had no idea there was a tradition in Radiant Garden weddings for the bride and groom to crown each other with symbolic flowers.  Then again, I could have known that if the knowledge came from a memory from when I lived there.  Maybe I attended a wedding there when I was young.

But what really stood out to me and made me believe that this could be our future was the many unfamiliar guests.  I knew that because I’ve been studying the details of your last two journeys from Jiminy’s Journal and the Gummi Phone.  And even though the Journal of your first journey was erased (Naminè’s still really sorry about that), I still remember everything about it from being in your heart through it all.

So, I was able to recognize who you had met and who were strangers. They were far too numerous to mention. But here are some examples that really stood out to me.

A tall woman with long black hair wearing a tan colored dress and a beautiful turquoise necklace with a raccoon, a dog and I think I saw a hummingbird flittering around her.

A pair of robots, one yellow and box-shaped, the other white and cylindrical, who were holding hands.

A couple that consisted of a redhaired woman and blonde-haired man who appeared to have some kind of hairless rodent on his shoulder.

A teenage boy and girl along with a younger boy and a company of animals such as a bear with gray fur, a panther, an elephant with a tuft of brown hair and a quartet of vultures.

A large family that appeared to be a mix of humans and skeletons along with a very colorful winged dog and a giant winged cat.

A boy with red hair (whose head looked triangular) along with another boy with green hair and a bunch of other teenagers as well as some kind of strange teal animal that looked like a cross between a duck and a beaver and a man with brown hair, poor posture and wearing a lab coat (who wears that to a wedding?).

A princess dressed in a beautiful green gown accompanied by a prince in a green suit with a blonde woman dressed in pink, a short old woman dressed in white and wearing sunglasses and a snake around her shoulders as well as an alligator who was carrying a trumpet.

A very unusual group consisting of two men and a woman with blue skin and pointy ears along with a dog-sized dragon, a centaur, and a winged lionlike creature with horns and a scorpion’s tail.

A girl with bushy brown hair among what appeared to be a family of giant frogs.

A woman dressed like she was some kind of islander with a burly man with numerous tattoos (I think I saw one of them move) over his body along with a pig and a chicken that didn’t look very smart.

A family who seemed to be some kind of royalty consisting of a princess in a simple green dress with long curly red hair along with three identical boys with the same kind of hair, their big, strong father with a peg leg and their very elegant mother.

A boy and a girl who looked like they were twin siblings who were accompanied by a pair of old men who looked like twins as well.

A redhaired boy in the company of a group of what looked like various human-sized bugs.

There were so many more, but I think I’ll stop here.  With the large number of guests at this wedding, I could go on listing them for a long time.  But it does seem there’s a lot more friends for you in the future.

Unfortunately, while I was mulling over the dream further, a horrible thought came to me.  I started to wonder if the dream, as beautiful as it was, wasn’t meant to bring me happiness at all because it was actually showing the future that we could have had but now would never have.  And the true reason of it was to punish me for my failures in the fight against Xehanort.

I know you wouldn’t like to hear this, Sora.  But there are still days where I can’t help but feel responsible for your disappearance and think that if I had made some different choices, you’d still be here.

I know it was my choice to fight alongside you because I wanted to keep you safe the same way you’ve always done for me.  But looking back, I now see it was foolish to assume that my training alongside Axel would turn me into a Keyblade wielder on yours or Riku’s level. And it was probably an even worse idea for a wielder with very little actual battle experience to go from basic training to a high stakes battle with nothing in between.

We may have been desperate to stop Xehanort before he went after the New Seven Hearts especially since he had already assembled all his darknesses. But we probably could’ve and should’ve explored some other options instead of going to fight the Organization right away after you woke Ven.

Since Ienzo told us that they had a replica body ready before we even left for the Keyblade Graveyard, we could’ve gotten Roxas or maybe even Xion out of your heart before the fight.  In Axel’s words, they were the old hands when it came to Keyblades.

We also could have made a bigger effort to find and save Terra first even if our chances were pretty low.  That would not only have gotten us a more experienced wielder, but it would’ve also lowered Xehanort’s ranks by one.

Maybe if we had done things that way, we would’ve had more experienced Keyblade wielders to fill out the Seven Guardians of Light.  And even if it would be disappointing to be put in the reserves, it would’ve been worth it if it led to you being safe.

So, those are the reasons I believed that dream was a punishment. But you’ll be glad to know, Sora, that I only entertained those beliefs briefly.

After thinking it over some more, I decided that it didn’t matter what that dream’s purpose was.  Comfort or punishment, I’m going to actually use it to serve my own purposes instead.

I’m going to let it remind me of what my ultimate goal is and drive me to be the best Keyblade wielder I can be.  One that’s going to make the forces of darkness think twice before causing trouble and one that you and Riku will be proud to have fighting alongside you.  And hopefully, that will lead us to a future like the one in the dream or at least one that’s pretty close.

In fact, after seeing that dream, I think I may end up actually proposing a couple of ideas to Aqua and Master Yen Sid.  I’ve been thinking about them a lot and maybe now is the time to try to put them into action.

Since I need to get some real battle experience to become a stronger Keyblade wielder, I’d like to go on a journey throughout the worlds to gain some. Hopefully, Aqua will think it’s a good idea.  And even though there’s been little sign of the Heartless and Nobodies since Xehanort’s defeat, there is one thing I really wish to do.

I’d like to try to find and identify the remaining three of the New Seven Hearts.  After all, who’d better to find them than someone who’s part of the same group?  And if we knew who they were and what their home worlds were, we’d be in a better position to protect them if someone tried what Maleficent and Xehanort did.

Who knows?  Maybe all those unfamiliar faces at the wedding were not only friends you’ll make on future adventures, but ones I’ll make on my own adventures.  Maybe even the remaining New Seven Hearts were among them.

I also have an idea that may be able to help in the quest to bring you home. If Fairy Godmother could bring me back to the Final World, I could talk to that girl from Quadratum again.  She may not be able to remember certain things. But she might be able to tell us something about that world that could help.  

Naminè might even be able to help with this plan.  Even if you only met that girl briefly, that may be enough for her to be considered connected to you and therefore, Naminè’s memory powers can work on her.

Hopefully, the Masters will think that these are good plans.  I really want to do any part I can to not only help bring you and Riku home, but also to protect the worlds as both a Keyblade wielder and a Princess of Heart.  After all, with you two gone, someone’s got to pick up the slack.

Well, I think that’s enough for now.  It’s nearly time for breakfast and then it’s training until lunch.  But before I go, there’s just one final thing I’d like to say.

Whether that beautiful dream shows a wonderful future that is meant to be or not, it doesn’t matter.  Because the only kind of future I’ll ever wish for is one in which we’re safe, we’re happy, and we’re together.  That’s all I really need.

See you soon,

Kairi

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Much later, the training hall in the Land of Departure was filled with the sounds of clashing Keyblades and various shouts of magical invocation.  While those sounds were nothing uncommon in that location, there was an unusual intensity that day.

As Aqua, Ven and Chirithy watched, a heated sparring match was taking place between Kairi and Terra.  But much to their surprise, the more experienced Keyblade wielder was actually struggling as the young rookie was keeping him mostly on the defensive.

“Wow!  Kairi’s on fire today!” exclaimed Ven.

“She is, indeed,” concurred Chirithy.

“Well, she has improved a lot in her skills since she came here.  But you two are right.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this driven before,” said Aqua.

“You’ve got that right, Aqua.  If she lands one more hit on Terra, this’ll be the first time she’s won by a perfect score,” said Ven.

As the match went on, Terra blocked blow after blow from Kairi.  Then, strangely, she ceased her attack.

Terra saw his opportunity and charged toward her with a downward slash. The Princess dodged to the right narrowly avoiding the hit.

“Light!” she cried out as she fired a small but powerful Light spell at Terra’s side.  He grunted as the magic struck him and knocked him off his feet.

“Point to Kairi,” declared Aqua.

“That’s three to nothing!  Kairi wins!” exclaimed Ven as Chirithy clapped its paws together.

“Well done, Kairi,” said Aqua.

“Thank you, Master Aqua,” Kairi said as she walked over to Terra and helped him up.  

After exchanging bows with each other, the Princess of Heart said, “I hope that didn’t hurt you too badly, Terra.”

Terra chuckled.  “Not at all.  It helps that you’ve learned how to restrain your magic during training.  But I’ve got to say, Kairi that I am impressed. That’s the first time since you’ve come here that I’ve been unable to land a single hit on you.”

“You’ve certainly come a long way, Kairi.  Today, you showed some truly exceptional skill and strength.  You should be very proud of yourself,” said Aqua as she, Ven and Chirithy approached.

“Well, I’ve had a good teacher and some great sparring partners.  But I think it really helped that when I woke up today, I just felt a little extra drive,” said Kairi.

“Yes.  We noticed,” said Aqua.

“Why is that exactly?” asked Chirithy.

A certain smile came to Kairi’s face which caused her four friends to exchange knowing looks.  They had spent plenty of time with her by now to know what exactly brought out that special smile of hers: thoughts of a certain someone close to her heart.

“I had the most amazing dream.”

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Notes from the Mad Doctor:

I thought the best way for Kairi’s spotlight chapter would be to do in the style of one of her letters to Sora.  I’ve used it before as readers of my big fic Kairi’s Epic Journey would know.

So, in case it wasn’t obvious, the challenge I mentioned at the start is that list of unknown guests.  It was quite a challenge to write all those characters by description alone.  I hope you all will take a shot at identifying them. Some are pretty obvious, but some may be a little more difficult.

I hope I did a good job in trying not to make this chapter’s narrative too similar to the previous chapters.  I actually tried having Kairi leap to the punishment notion before the premonition notion.  But unfortunately, the flow didn’t work right.

Fortunately, the views on the punishment notion are a little different. Sora has absolutely no regrets for what he did and believes that he’s being unfairly punished for breaking rules he had no idea existed.  Kairi, however, believes her punishment is deserved since she blames herself for what happened to Sora.  Fortunately, both are able to use that dream to keep on fighting.

I hope you all aren’t put off that this is more like a series of one-shots centered around a certain plot device (the wedding dream) instead of a congruent storyline.  That was what this project ended up being.

I give my thanks to whoever reads this chapter.

I also give my special thanks to @fandomchanger, @flynn-science​, and @ladylucky​ for their likes on the previous chapters as well as @sokaiweek, @phoenix-downer, and @the-secret-place​ for reblogging the previous chapter.

Comments, likes and reblogs are much appreciated!  Stay tuned for what comes next because it’s going to be a real feel-good chapter!

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Onto the next chapter!

[seokjinsdisciple]

It’s a Deal- three

supernatural! johnny x reader x jaehyun,  mate!au

its heating up my friends and boy is the plot gonna be spicy

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You had decided that whatever happened yesterday was just a dream, some sort of midterms week hallucinations. And you were never, NEVER, going to think of them again. You had to attribute it to a momentary lapse in sanity, because nothing else would be able to explain the absolute shitshow that was yesterday, and to be honest, you didn’t really want any explanations. 

So you continued on with your day as you normally would. You worked your shift at the cafe, attended your classes, and nothing happened. You were relieved. You felt the tension that had been building up in you all day long ebb out. 

It happened when you were walking home from your last class. You chose to go through the student center, the chill of the night air enough to drive you inside. Something you never allowed yourself to do. You liked walking outside, but tonight, you felt an inexplicable pull towards the student center. 

You saw him near the dining hall. He was leaning against the wall and when he noticed you staring he smiled. It was a stunning smile, and it showed his dimples. He chuckled a bit as you stared, walking towards your frozen body. He drew looks from everyone around, and you felt your heart swell with, what was it? Jealousy? Pride? After all it was you he was walking towards. You couldn’t hide your grin as the people around you looked you up and down in shock.

He was in front of you before you could take a deep breath. And now you were stuck breathing in his heavenly lavender scent. It was intoxicating and you were overwhelmed. 

“Long time no see,” he giggled, his dimples deepening. You swear you melted, his giggle and his dimples probably the most adorable thing you had ever witnessed.

 “That’s something humans say, right?” he asked quietly, taking a quick glance around. 

“Yeah some people say that,” you smiled back, “What exactly are you doing here? Don’t you have… I don’t know, prince stuff to do?”

“I do,” he smiled, “but I quite like pissing off my father, and enrolling here also allows me the pleasure of pissing off my brother.”

“Wait- you enrolled?”

Jaehyun just shrugged and nodded, like enrolling in college was some simple thing. Oh my god. The money he had to have spent to enroll, and to not even want to learn something! You could never imagine wasting that much money, let alone even having that much money. 

“Why do you look so worried, pet?” Jaehyun said, intertwining his hand in yours and pulling you brusquely through the student center, “Hurry, we’ve got an important event to attend.”

“What event?” you asked, “Jaehyun, where are we going?”

He ignored your questions, mischief in his eyes as he lead you to a part of campus you had been avoiding all day, the quad where you knew the portal to the faerie world lay. Knots formed in your tummy, nervousness seeping out of every pore of your body that Jaehyun had to wrinkle his nose at your now distressed scent. 

“Jaehyun I don’t wanna go there again,” you said, halting your movements, “You can’t make me.”

“That pet, is where you are wrong.”

With a flick of his thumb across your hand, and with his words making you more angry than you should be, he effectively distracted you just enough to go through the portal. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the most magnificent palace you had ever seen. Your anger dissipated as you took in the pearly white stone mansion in front of you. You were in complete awe. 

Faeries loitering around the front gate bowed their heads as Jaehyun waltzed passed them, not even glancing in their direction. He was too busy staring at you. He couldn’t help but grin at your wonder, your mouth open in awe at the sight in front of you. He had to admit, the palace was exceptional, even if he hated every moment he spent in its walls. 

You took one look at your oversized sweatshirt and ripped jeans, suddenly feeling extremely unconscious. How could you enter a palace in such a horribly under-dressed way. 

As if he read your mind, Jaehyun chuckled, “Don’t worry, I picked out a dress just for you, pet.”

You just swallowed, touching the necklace that he had given you around your neck as you followed him through the palace into a decadent blue room. It was the most expensive looking room you had ever been in. Gold detailing on the walls and ceiling. The gold resembling trees, and animals and stars and so many other things. But the stars entranced you, their gold sparkling shapes looking too real to be painted. Plus, you could’ve sworn you saw one of the stars move. 

Your eyes fell onto a gown that was hanging in the corner, a gasp leaving your mouth before you could even control yourself. It was a beautiful gown, a dark navy blue that looked expensive as hell. You took one look behind you, to say something, anything to Jaehyun that would express how you could absolutely no way wear something that expensive, but he was gone. Several faeries stood at the door, their makeup and hair done extravagantly already. 

“Well what are you waiting for?” An older looking woman said with a smile, “Put it on.”

And you did. The dress was more than you ever expected, flecks of gold and silver shining as you walked. It looked like a piece of the night sky had been cut and made into a dress. You blushed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Much more of your skin showing that you would’ve guessed just by looking at the dress hanging up. Then again, faeries were less modest than humans, so you supposed no one would notice the extra skin. 

The faeries crowded around you at once, hurrying to pull your hair up and do your make up. They were done so quickly you couldn’t believe it. The woman from before, smiled gently at you as she pulled out a golden headband adorned with gold metal stars. Your outfit completely taking you aback, I mean you looked like a completely different person. You looked like a fae. 

You took your appearance in, the past 30 minutes feeling like a complete dream. You had never been taken care of like this. 

You heard a cough from behind you, and turned quickly to see Jaehyun in an equally stunning emerald silk top. He smiled brightly as he took in your appearance. 

“You look magnificent, pet,” He bowed slightly, offering his hand out for you to take. 

“Jaehyun, I-,” you started, “Thank you for this, but I really can’t accept something so expensive, and for me to take all this time in your room, I shouldn’t.”

You were halted in the middle of your sentence by a laugh from him, “This room is far too simple to be mine, it lacks many luxuries and necessities. This is simply one of our guest rooms that I thought was perfect for you, along with that dress.”

“Still, you have to let me wear something else, or at least pay you back.”

This received a snort from the prince, “You couldn’t pay the price of this dress in your lifetime pet. So please, let me gift it to you. I picked it out with the thought of you, and would be so offended if you refused. I thought a dress of stars was perfect for someone with a galaxy twinkling in their eyes.”

Now, you weren’t stupid. You studied mythology and creatures everyday. But Jaehyun’s compliment had knocked you off of your game for just a second. Taking a deep breath, you tried your hardest to focus. Knowing if you were going to be indebted to him was important. 

“And do I have to give you something in return?” You asked, a sudden lump in your throat.

“Nothing is free here, pet.” Jaehyun smirked, “It’d be best to remember that tonight. You’ll be surrounded by very curious fae. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

You had a sinking feeling as you followed behind Jaehyun warily. The magnificence of the halls sterring your thoughts more towards their decadence, rather than the debt you now owed. You reached large white and gold doors, that Jaehyun pushed open with ease. Jaehyun pulled you into a banquet room filled with elegantly dressed fae, you left to follow behind him helplessly. The laughing and chattering subsiding at the Prince’s entrance. 

Jaehyun held your hand tightly as he guided you up the stairs towards the throne where his family were seated in their respective seats beside an older looking faerie. Jaehyun’s father looked you up and down once, before sending a chill down your spine at his words. 

“The court welcomes YN LN,  beloved betrothed of Prince Jaehyun, and future Queen of Longate Isle.”

You heard a gasp, and you genuinely didn’t know if it came from you. It took you a bit longer to process the words that were just spoken, but when you did, panic overtook you. You whipped your head towards Jaehyun, who was too busy thanking his father for him to notice. You felt a pair of eyes bore into the side of your face, whispers and gasps echoing throughout the room as the shock from the news spread throughout the room.  

“Consider us equal for the dress now pet,” Jaehyun whispered in your ear, a sly grin on his face. 

You looked at Johnny, realizing he was the one who had been staring at you intently. He was standing, a fact that he didn’t find as troublesome as his sister, who was desperately trying to pull him down by his pants. His gaze was wild and furious, and for a moment, you thought he was pissed at you. You quickly realized he was staring at Jaehyun with murder in his eyes. He cleared his throat, glancing away from his brother and towards you, his face paling the more the news started settling into his brain. 

His anger morphed into panic the longer he looked at you. Which made you wonder what the hell you had just gotten into. You were scared. You were mortified of whatever Jaehyun had planned. And you were pissed that yet another faerie tricked you into doing something that would change your life. Your fear was multiplied by Jaehyun’s one word whisper as he passed Johnny to sit down, your shocked frame falling into his lap easily.  

Jaehyun’s voice saying checkmate repeating over and over in your head. 

[thehugwizard]

Hey it’s XwordAnon again! Ive finished the story! I apologise for being late. I had a massive headache all day and I couldn’t write for the life of me. But I managed to get it finished in the end.

Also, please bare in mind when you read this that I’m not a good writer. It’s decently long. Hopefully it’s good! Anyway, here’s…

Xanthic.

“These flowers are going to be the death of me.”

Sighing, I walked inside into the ever-so desolate flower shop. The familiar chime of the door bell greeted me when one else did. I didn’t often go here but I’ve been in here once or twice, long enough to know that there was only three people running the entire shop. Which was, at least to me, surprising.

Hearing rummaging going on in the back, I waited patiently at the front desk and begun to look around.

Mostly, it was just flowers. As you’d expect. All around me were flowers unlike I’ve ever seen before. Most of them were surprisingly more vibrant than what you’d expect if you had only seen photos of them. The walls were painted in a nice light green colour with some white polka dots dotted around arbitrary. Like if someone spattered them on the walls in hopes that it might look good.

Hanging above me was the small white ceiling lights, they only admitted a small amount light. Probably just there for the looks of the hanging lights. The ceiling itself was in a dome shape. It was a bit odd but I thought it fit.

The people that ran the shop seemed nice but I didn’t really know them that much. It’s true that I knew their names and chat with them from time to time but I wouldn’t exactly call us friends. Actually, everyone in this town is was nice and welcoming. It’s oddly suffocating. This town itself seems fake, almost like a dollhouse. Being puppeteered by some unforeseen hand that wants to make everyone and everything perfect.

Or maybe I’m thinking too much into it.

“Crud, didn’t know you were here.”

A distance masculine voice sounded out. Their voice restless and rugged as if on edge, or just overtired. I couldn’t tell.

Sam, I think their name was. Worked at the shop for the last 4 years. Out of the three that ran the shop he was certainly the more intimidating one. Or that’s what he’d like you to believe.

The youngest was the actually the scariest. Theo. I’ve seen them almost kill a man when someone rudely interrupted a conversation between them and Sam. I don’t know the full details but I was there when that happened. I was more confused at the time than scared. After that the first store owner, Ann offered me a free bunch of flowers when i walked into their store for an apology for whatever that was.

Ann was different from most people within the town. She seemed genuinely nice, compared to the plastic and robotic responses everyone else gave me. A bit clumsy it was endearing. I talked to her the most out of three. Well, it was more like she talked to me and I just listened. It was nice.

“Sorry for walking in this late, meant to come in earlier but I was wondering about those.. you know those flowers with purple and yellow in the middle?”

Racking my brain, I struggled to think of the name of the flower. Didn’t help that it was almost 11 pm. Usually I would of grabbed a coffee by now. But it was too late to do anything now.

“Purple with yellow in the middle... is it a pansy?”

He pointed towards on of the pots that were hanging on the walls. The amount of flowers on the walls made you think that the walls were covered in nothing but flowers. But if you looked closer you could see the individual flower pots hanging unevenly on the wall and ceiling. All of them made a beautiful rainbow gradient on the wall. Ether intentional or not, it was beautiful. Although most of them were just different shades of yellow.

The amount of yellow flowers here astonishes me. At least two thirds must be yellow flowers. The rest being every other colour. There’s no shot that there’s any less that that. But regardless, that wasn’t the flower I was after.

“Nah.“

I spoke, thoughtfully. I could feel my tiredness kick in. It wasn’t anything unusual, I need to made a note to buy more coffee on my way out.

“Blue enchanting convolvulus?”

He asked walking over to one of the ones on the wall, gently putting his hand underneath the flower. Acting as if the flower in question was made of glass, tenderly brushing on of the petals.

I knew Sam and Ann really cared for the plants. Not so much Theo. With the sheer amount of plants, you’d expect one of the flowers to be at least on their way out. Nope. All of them looked gorgeous and well looked after. I wasn’t a flower kind of person but it looked aesthetically very nice.

“No, but that one is very pretty.”

I replied back to him. Pulling a loose button from my pocket. Maybe I should grab one of those flowers too? Would she even like them? I began mindlessly playing with the medium sized black button. Waiting for the answer, I silently sighed. Why didn’t I just take a photo of it. It would of been easier.

“Purple iris?”

He looked inquisitively at me. Seeing if it was the the right answer.

“Yeah! That’s the one!”

Talking a bit louder than my usual tone. I walked over to him and looked the flower. Just as pretty as I found it when I went for that walk on the way back from the flower shop the first time. Now that I thought about it, why didn’t I just walk back there and took a photo of it there?

“What do you need it for?”

He questioned bluntly. Picking up a couple of the flowers from the bunch.

“Oh I just need three. Planning on doing a project with them.”

I wasn’t too talented with arts and crafts but I found out how to make a small necklace with the flower inside. I only needed one but I thought it would be good for a backup incase I messed something up.

“Alright. Who are you giving it to?“

Leaning onto the empty wall behind him, he inquired. I could feel my heart pang in subtle shock. I didn’t think he would ask me. I knew who I was going to give it too but, did I want him to know?

“Asking a lot of questions, ay?”

I jokingly told him. Trying to mask my shock. It wasn’t this big of a deal, why was I scared of telling him?

“You don’t have to tell me.”

He took a packet of what I thought was gum and unraveled the blue wrapping paper to reveal a white rectangle of some sort. Then he threw it into his mouth, chewing on it midway through his sentence.

“I’m joking. I’ll tell you. I wanted to do something for Ann.”

I stopped beating around the bush and told him. It was his turn to be shocked. Though it wasn’t very evident. He grinned.

“Ann? Is that why you’re picking up irises?”

Somewhere in that voice of his I heard the refection of my previous joking tone. It was pretty hard trying to get a read on the guy.

“Yeah. Heard somewhere that irises meant something about friendship.”

I responded back to him. Hopefully I wasn’t wrong, it would be pretty stupid of me if that was wrong.

“If you’re picking up something for Ann then I recommend that you get a lilac too, she love em.”

He chimed in. Still chewing on his gum. Picking up a lilac flower that was right next to the irises. Both a distinguished shade of purple. He put all four of them in a nice dark purple wrapping paper and carefully handed it to me.

“Alright then I will! Thank you for your help Sam.”

Picking it up softly, I handed the money needed. He didn’t need to place them in the paper due to it only being four flowers, but I thought it was a nice touch. Maybe not everyone in this town was bad. I put my left hand back into my pocket with the button and held the flowers in my other hand.

“No problem, take care.“

Noice

[blursed-ninjago-ideas]

I deliberately left some scenes out because I didn’t feel like writing them, and other things I just took shortcuts on cause I have a huge headache, but I want this done.

Hydra is Nya’s hero name with the dragon miraculous. 

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He was debating what to name his latest Akuma. A jealous girl that resented her best friend’s boyfriend. The two were having a very explosive fight in the middle of the park by Collège Françoise Dupont.

Honestly Hawkmoth wasn’t sure which one he was going to get. They were both pretty upset. His little butterfly was heading straight for the fight, until it suddenly turned and changed course.

Sighing, Hawkmoth was pretty sure he knew what was happening, again.

Kai Smith happened to be walking past. The boy was a walking Akuma trap. It was a frustrating waste of his time and resources. If he could just figure out how to harness Kai’s emotions, the boy would be the most powerful weapon against the heroes. But Kai was too stubborn and spontaneous to control. He was so easy to akumatize. Hawkmoth didn’t have to do hardly any work to get him to surrender. He was just so set and focused on his own goals that Hawkmoth couldn’t get him to bother with the miraculous.

The Akuma settled itself into the pendant of a necklace Kai was wearing, and Hawkmoth was already calling the day a wash, but then the empathy link showed him something new.

It was a different than usual.

Kai felt…fragile. He wasn’t focused on any sort of goal. His emotions weren’t from worry or ambition, it was just raw and directionless.

It wasn’t like he had anything to lose, and it could turn out to be a worthy experiment.

-

Kai fiddled with his pendant again. It had become a handy fidget to have. Chloe had made it for him, it turned out she really loved making jewelry and seemed to have a knack for it. He was so proud of her and seeing how excited she got to show off a new piece made his heart melt a little. There was no pride or approval seeking, just pure excitement. She didn’t do it for attention, just to share the happiness she had for it.

It was a far cry from her old attempts at creative pursuits, only doing things she thought would impress, regardless of her own feelings.

Course all the growth on Chloe’s part came at a price, and Nya was the one that paid it. Kai hadn’t meant to neglect her. He just didn’t think she still needed him that much. Chloe was so young and in need of guidance, he had thought Nya was mature enough to not need him. But he should’ve really thought about how much it would hurt to not see him as much. Nya may’ve not needed his care or guidance, but she still needed his company. He was her big brother and the only constant she had growing up; it was cruel to take that away from her. Even if it wasn’t on purpose.

And Lloyd of course would always need Kai. That was his job. It was literally a written destiny that Kai would be there for Lloyd while he fought to protect others as the green ninja. Lloyd had suffered plenty and would probably always need Kai as an emotional crutch. He faced trauma and near-death experiences on the regular. If Kai and the others weren’t there to help him feel safe and loved, there was no way anyone, even Lloyd, could go through all that and not break.

But that left three people that needed Kai to be there for them, and there was only so much of him to go around.

He didn’t want to make that their problem. He toughed it out. He pushed himself. He could keep it up for a little longer. He could do a little more.

Nya had ideas for some new vehicles and wanted Kai’s help with them. It was a good way to spend some quality time and, her own confession, Kai was the better welder

Chloe wanted him to set up a challenge for her to test how far she’d come. It was a good idea, a concrete way to self-reflect and a tangible show of progress.

Lloyd had talked him into helping with a school project. It was nice to see Lloyd doing something that wasn’t life and death stakes.

He didn’t know how in the world he let Adrien talk him into modeling, but that was also on his plate.

It felt like there was a deadening static in his head that he had to force all his thoughts through, a buzzing not unlike an alarm. He had noticed his hands had started to spasm at random points. He wasn’t sure how concerned he should be about that.

Like many things, Kai ignored it. He had things he had to do and people that were depending on him. He had no time to deal with it. It could wait.

He was on his way to meet up with Lloyd, but he had to leave in time to make lunch with Nya, and he had to figure out what to do for Chloe, not to mention he had an early morning photoshoot the next day so he needed to get some sleep for that and probably should shower before it.

His hands found their way to his pendant again. He was pulling it back and forth on the chain, making a rhythmic zipping noise as it pulled on the chain links.

“I’M A PERSON! I DON’T HAVE TO BE AT YOUR BECK AND CALL!”

Kai cringed.

“IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL MAKING TIME FOR ME? ANY TIME! AT ALL? I’M SO SORRY IT’S SUCH A CHORE TO HANG OUT WITH ME.”

“Please don’t make an Akuma” Kai though to himself as he passed the fighting girls.

The shouting back and forth was not doing good things for his nerves. He was trying to take even breaths to counter it, but they just kept screaming.

Kai squeezed his eyes shut and pressed forward. He’d get away soon enough, go help Lloyd, maybe help the heroes if that fight attracted an Akuma, meet up with Nya, then head back to Le Grand Paris and brainstorm with Chloe, then hopefully go to bed, then get up, shower, go model for a while, he should probably take the opportunity to talk to Adrien about Chloe, the backstory someone that grew up with her would know might help him with her, and maybe ask about how Lloyd is doing while he’s there.

Probably should do a quick evaluation of Adrien’s mental health too. From what he’d heard from Lloyd, Adrien may need someone to be there for him too.

AND THE GUYS!

He had completely forgotten to check in with the others! Zane, Cole, and Jay! He needed to check on them too, plus he wanted to see them!

Kai was so busy planning out his tasks that he didn’t see the uneven sidewalk. He realized that he’d tripped as soon as he started to fall, but instead of catching himself, his brain decided that it wanted to do nothing instead. The wind got knocked out of him when he limply hit the ground.

Kai opened his eyes and started at the ground ahead of him. Normally he’d get up and brush himself off, and he would in a minute, but some reason he just kept staring ahead. The static stopping him from making any movements.

He felt like screaming, or even crying. He was in pain and he had just fallen down. It wasn’t a big deal, but it felt like Kai was fighting to keep himself in check and not have a full meltdown. The static in his head was blocking any attempts to steady himself.

He was gathering his courage to stand back up and keep going when a familiar butterfly flew to him.

Kai breathed rapidly, trying not to panic, or breakdown, or cry.

“A bit stressed are we?”

Kai didn’t respond, he just kept trying to breathe.

“Stretched too thin. Too many things you have to juggle. There’s nothing more to give is there?”

Kai felt like he was drowning already. Hawkmoth’s intrusion was pushing him passed his breaking point.

“You know who I am and what I want. I’ll give you the ability to make everything go away, all I ask for in return is Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. What do you say, Burnout?”

Kai’s eye twitched at the name. Why did it feel right? Why did it feel right? He was drowning under his own emotions and Hawkmoth already seemed to have a handle on it all. There were two options. He could continue to fight and struggle, or he could just give up and have some relief.

There was nothing Kai could tell himself that would make the fight look worth the effort.

“Yes Hawkmoth.”

-

Adrien ducked behind another tree, hoping to get the opportunity to transform, but the tree vanished into smoke against his back, leaving a nasty scorch mark behind.

Adrien had barely got a look at the new Akuma, he couldn’t tell who it was yet, but they knew his name.

Black smudges came down from his eyes and stained his dark grey, ash colored skin. He was wearing a long smokey cloak that seemed to be made of the stuff at the end, a small gold pendant in the shape of a small flame clasped it closed at the neck. Fingerless gloves shot out black fiery blasts and he was slightly blurred with his edges ending in smoke trails.

He looked like the personification of the aftermath of a forest fire.

Adrien jumped behind a bench and coughed from the smoke.

“What’s your deal? Campfire go out?” Adrien tried to taunt, hoping to get the reason for the akumatization out of him.

“I’ve burned too bright for too long and given too much of myself. Well now I’m going to make everything go away.”

Adrien finally caught on to the fire symbolism. It was too strong, even for Hawkmoth. Something was wrong. One more look at the spikey hair Adrien had written off as part of the costume and it clicked.

Adrien knew he recognized the clasp on the cloak. It was the pendant he’d seen Chloe working on. Adrien knew exactly who she made it for.

“Kai.” Adrien said, dodging the next blackened blast.

“It’s Burnout now.”

Adrien tried to get out of sight a few more times, but Burnout just blasted every hiding place he found. He only could grab a few seconds out of sight, if he was lucky. Not enough to transform, but maybe enough to do something else.

“Plagg.” Adrien said, lifting his shirt to let the kwami out.

“What are-“

Adrien cut him off, taking his ring off.

“Find Lloyd. We need Ninja Noir for this.” Adrien said, handing the ring to his kwami.

Plagg almost argued but thought better of it.

“I guess he’d be better for this job anyways.” Plagg said, darting off.

-

Lloyd managed to get away from the panicking crowd, wondering if he needed to help out with this one, when Plagg floated right into his face.

“Plagg?”

“Ninja Noir.”

“What happened to Adrien?” Lloyd asked, reaching for the ring.

“Doesn’t matter. Lloyd, it’s Kai.”

Lloyd gently pushed the ring onto his finger.

“Then this should be pretty easy. Ladybug might not even need me.” Lloyd laughed.

Kai’s akumatization were almost always joke. Give him what he wanted, and he practically surrendered his akumatized object.

Plagg shook his head though.

“No, Kiddo, this is different.”

“What do you mean?” Lloyd asked, trying to not panic

“I mean this isn’t his usual stuff. I think Hawkmoth might’ve really gotten to hi this time.”

Lloyd’s eyes went wide.

“Plagg, Claws out!”

-

Chat Noir wasn’t showing up. She was pretty sure she knew what it was going to tell her, but she used her lucky charm just to be certain.

A painting she knew was in Fu’s home. She needed reinforcements.

She was on her way to go find wielders for the two miraculous she grabbed when she ran right into Ninja Noir.

“Ninja Noir!” she yelped, helping him stand back up. “I’m so glad you’re here. It’s Kai again, but something is different this time.”

“So I’ve heard.” Ninja Noir said as he brushed himself off.

“Lucky Charm said we needed reinforcements. I grabbed the Bee and the Dragon. I’m thinking Chloe would be a good choice since she knows Kai and has used the Bee Miraculous before. For the Dragon I was thinking maybe Lloyd?”

Ninja Noir coughed.

“Um…No good with Lloyd. He’s caught up somewhere, saw him on the way over. How about we divide and conquer. I think I could get this to his sister.”

“That’s probably a good idea. She should know him pretty well.” Ladybug said, passing Ninja Noir the Dragon Miraculous.

-

“I don’t need another needy little brat hanging off me!” Burnout shouted as he flung Ninja Noir off of him.

Lloyd tried to not let it show how personal the remark was. Kai didn’t know it was him under the mask.

“We need a plan!” Hydra said.

“Now might be a good time for a Lucky Charm!” Beatrix said as she pulled Hydra out of the line of fire.

Ladybug jumped off the roof to dodge another blast, rolling when she hit the ground and flinging herself upright as she yelled

“LUCKY CHARM!”

A camera.

Ladybug started to look around for anything that stood out.

A gargoyle, an empty ledge across the street where another one used to be before Burnout got rid of it, Beatrix’s top, Ninja noir, Hydra, and the mirrored windows on the office building.

“Got it.” She said, shoving her teammates in the directions of where they needed to go, giving them a brief rundown of their parts as she did.

Burnout came flying around the corner just after Ladybug got her trap set.

“Water Dragon!” Hydra yelled, soaking Burnout before he could line up any shots.

“Say cheese!” Ladybug yelled, clicking the camera and blinding him with the flash.

While Burnout tried to clear his eyes and figure out how to attack again, Beatrix came swinging in from behind the gargoyle, holding Ninja Noir.

“Cataclysm!” he yelled as he swung by, taking out the pendant and freeing the Akuma.

Ladybug quickly caught it while Beatrix caught a now detransformed Kai on her swing back.

“Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug yelled, throwing the camera in the air.

The magic ladybugs swept across Paris, bringing back everything Burnout had made “go away”.

“What? What happened!?” Kai yelled, trying to stand up, only to fall down on his unsteady legs.

“You were akumatized.” Ladybug explained.

“KAI!” Jay yelled form down the street. “Are you ok?!?”

Cole and Zane were not far behind him and the three were running full speed towards their friend.

“Well I’d better get going.” Hydra said.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll take your miraculous.” Ninja Noir added.

The two jetted off in the same direction.

“I…That was…..what did I do?” Kai finally asked.

“Nothing that couldn’t be fixed.” Ladybug assured him.

Kai didn’t look comforted.

“What got you akumatized anyways?” Beatrix asked.

“I…um….”

“You stressed yourself out again didn’t you?” Zane snapped.

“What?” Kai said.

“Ugh! You Always do this Kai! You are allowed to tell people no, you know!” Jay ranted

“I know that! Besides that wasn’t like that at-“

“Do you? Because sometimes you’re determined to take on more than you can handle!” Cole scolded with a hint of concern.

A beep from Ladybug’s earring interrupted them.

“Um…”

Beatrix nodded to her.

“I didn’t use my ability. I can keep this under control here while you go recharge.”

Ladybug looked a little hesitant, but another beep from her earrings and she was running off with a promise to be back soon.

As she left, Nya came running around the corner.

“Kai!” she yelled, while she tackled him in a hug “I was so worried! Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” Kai said as he gently pushed her off.

“You’re not!” Jay snapped.

“You were akumatized!” Cole added.

“Everybody gets akumatized!” Kai huffed, crossing his arms.

“Yes, but that was significantly more destructive than usual, meaning you were feeling stronger negative emotions.” Zane said.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, I got stuck. Is Kai ok?” Lloyd said, running to them from another street.

“I’m fine!” Kai yelled.

“Stop it!” Zane said.

“You don’t have to fix everything for everyone.” Cole begged.

“I told you guys I was fine!”

“Kai please.” Nya begged.

“I SAID I WAS FINE!”

Beatrix rolled her eyes and made a move.

“Venom!”

And Kai was frozen.

“What did you do that for!?” Jay yelled.

Beatrix put a hand on her hip.

“No you guys can lecture him about selfcare without him arguing. You’ve got five minutes, make the most of it.” She said.

“Oh.” Jay said in surprise.

Ladybug came back into the middle of an improv intervention.

“And I should’ve been a better sister. I was being selfish and demanding and I should know better than that. Sometimes it’s just hard to accept that I don’t have you all to myself anymore. You know I’ve never been great at sharing.” Nya laughed, with tears in her eyes “But you need to tell me ‘no’ sometimes! I need to hear it, Kai. You can’t just let me push you like this; you have to tell me when you’re hurting!”

“Um….” Ladybug muttered.

“We’re just about done.” Beatrix said.

“You can’t just hide ailments from us, and that includes mental and emotional fatigue.” Zane added.

“Alright, I think my work here is done. See you all next time I’m needed!” Beatrix said, grabbing Ladybug’s arm and leading her away.

-

“You may’ve won this time, Ladybug. But now I know something I didn’t know before.” Hawkmoth said to himself.

He’d finally figured out how to weaponize Kai Smith. That boy was going to deliver him the miraculous if he wanted to or not. It was only a matter of time before Hawkmoth got the perfect champion out of him.

“It will require a very precise touch, but this boy will be my greatest weapon!”

--

so yeah, that’s done.

-Ivy