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Here is a list of amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of January. Between the third month of the Bottom Louis Fic Fest and all the other fics that authors posted throughout the month, it’s clear that this was a great way to start off the year of bottom Louis fics! Happy reading!

1) Leave It All Here In This Bed | Explicit | 1071 words

One of Louis’s many sleepless nights.

2) Games Are Only Fun If You Win | Explicit | 1554 words

Louis and Harry have a bet. If Louis wins that means he's off laundry duty. If he loses well.

Let's just say Harry won't be complaining.

3) If It Makes You Feel Alive | Explicit | 1691 words

Louis is horny one night on the tour bus so he and Harry fuck while trying not to get caught by the others.

4) Beg Me Silently | Explicit | 2140 words

“So, your boyfriend…is he planning a magic night for you at home?”

Louis snorts. “He’s not, actually. He’s pretty hardworking, you see, so he comes home late.”

“Such a shame.” Harry walks towards Louis, so close that they’re sharing the same space. “You’re so beautiful, Louis. If you were mine, I wouldn’t make you wait for me.”

5) Birthday Wishes | Explicit | 2895 words

Note: This is part 3 of this series.

The one where Harry takes Louis to dinner for his birthday, and gifts him with a vibrating butt plug he wears to the restaurant. Fluffy birthday sex follows.

6) New Year, New Beginnings | Explicit | 3577 words

Note: This is part 4 of this series.

The one where Louis and Harry unexpectedly end up at the same New Year's party. Louis makes Harry jealous, and Harry shows him just how bad of an idea that is.

7) Heaven In These Sheets | Explicit | 3557 words

Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

8) Pits Of Love | Explicit | 3934 words

Harry smells Louis' sweat for the first time after they've moved in together. His alpha goes a bit wild.

9) First Blow Hits You Cold | Explicit | 3986 words

Louis wears a shirt with a big ass H on it for his livestream, and Harry really, really likes it.

10) Close Your Eyes And Surrender To Me | Explicit | 4209 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Harry hummed and pressed his lips to Louis’ forehead. “I am very stressed, but I also know you’re stressed and tired too.” He glanced to Louis’ face seeing the confirming nod. “But, if you’re sure you’re up for it.” Harry smirked, waiting for Louis to say it was okay before he laid the boy down on the bed and hovered over him. “I really love this color on you. You look so pretty. Always do.” He spoke quietly, rubbing his hands over Louis’ soft thighs and moving them to his tummy. He then moved his hands up to Louis’ hair. It had been a while since Louis’ last haircut and it was now long enough that he could tie it up in little ponytails and even little braids. Louis currently had two hair clips in his hair. One was gold with little stars on it and the other gold with a moon. “I love your hair princess. Do you feel pretty?” He asked.

11) P Is For | Explicit | 4349 words

Note: The pairing for this fic is Louis/Pedro Pascal.

Louis and Pedro, winter in New York, a coffee machine, and bilingualism.

12) Pull Out Your Heart | Explicit | 5028 words

He wants to apologise, the five letters sit on the tip of his tongue but he does not. It means nothing to either of them.

13) Loving You's the Antidote | Explicit | 5070 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 302: Alpha Harry & Omega Louis are divorced but still spend each other’s heat/rut together because they only really trust each other but things get complicated when Louis (or Harry, author’s choice) spend it with someone else. Cue angst with a happy ending.

14) Sweet Talk With A Hint Of Sin | Explicit | 5095 words

“What the hell are you wearing?” Harry had the nerve to ask, and Louis bristled slightly.

“Well, what the bloody fuck does it look like?” Louis snapped, breaking his seductive demeanor momentarily because he was wearing this ridiculous get-up for Harry. He had thought that this would go over well.

And now that the moment was here, it was going anything but.

Harry’s brain seemingly malfunctioned, completely unbothered by the fact that he was now standing in an actual pool of red wine, or that there might even be broken glass directly next to his feet. He was focused solely on his boy splayed out on their bed. “Are those ears?”

“Yes,” Louis mumbled, reaching up to finger the burnt orange fur of the fox ears. “And a tail,” he said, shifting to lay on his stomach so that his perky ass was on display, showing the way his lube slicked hole had been prepped and was now hugging the impressively sized plug attached to the fox tail.

15) New York's Beauty | Mature | 5274 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 104: AU where Harry is an alpha wolf and Louis is a hybrid kitten. They were roommates. While they were arguing about something stupid, Harry wanted to bend Louis over the kitchen table and knot him right there. He slowly accepted his feelings and extreme desire for Louis, so he started to tease the hybrid until he would beg Harry to fuck him. They fall in love.

Louis needs to feel comfortable with the camera so harry fucks him until he is blushing and calm and gentle.

16) I Went Astray To Make It Okay And He Made It Easy | Not Rated | 5537 words

Note: This is a sequel to #17 on this list.

Harry makes sure to put on his blue truckers hat that has 'if you ain't a fisherman, you ain't shit' printed on it to hold back his hair out of his eyes. He remembers when he came home after buying it and Louis went on for days about much he looked like such a Dad. He made sure to fuck him hard that night and show him that he's a fucking DILF not just a Dad.

17) You Make My Heart Beat Like The Rain | Explicit | 6611 words

Note: This is the prequel to #16 on this list.

"You're stunning, eh?" Harry whispers, his Canadian accent thick with lust. It usually slips out when he gets horny because he knows it turns Louis on. Harry presses his lips into the curve of his neck. His hot breath makes Louis shiver. He opens his eyes and sees Harry's bigger, tattooed arms wrapped around him, completely engulfing his smaller frame—and, fuck, maybe he is up for it.

Why does his boyfriend have to be such a fucking DILF? He blames it on a twitter thread he read a few weeks ago.

18) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Explicit | 6837 words

Harry and Louis are going through a divorce after being together for 10 years, so Louis comes over to collect his things, and, well…what’s a little goodbye sex, just one last time?

19) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8113 words

The thing is, he’s pretty sure he’s found home in a person in his life, someone who’s been essential in everything he’s done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, there’s been someone there for it all.

That’s his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesn’t know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves.

It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his forté. They’re gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, you’re kind of in love with your best friend.

20) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8854 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind.

Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic.

“I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.”

Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

21) It's A Game We Play In The Sheets | Explicit | 9426 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“Louis is… He’s a boy I’ve been talking to.” He bit his lip, grin evident. “After I watched one of his videos during a Harry Reacts a few weeks ago I messaged him and…”

His sentence was cut short by the sound of a timid little “Hi” being whispered into his ears.

Harry closed his eyes for a second, pausing to take in the online presence of the real-life fairy, before he opened them and smiled. “Hey Lou. Ready to play with me?”

22) One Track Mind | Explicit | 9911 words

“You have a lot of friends, huh?”

Harry nods again. “A few.” The muscles of his bicep flex under Louis’ touch, and the alpha looks a bit drunk from the feeling, his eyes blinking slower and lips quirking at the corners. He’s leaning in, his alpha scent surrounding Louis from all sides.

“Mm,” Louis hums, squeezing his fingers tight, just to hear the sharp way Harry inhales. Then, when Harry is least expecting it, Louis returns the earlier sentiment—leaning up on his tiptoes and pressing his weight into Harry for balance, drawing his lips up close to Harry’s ear, and whispering, “Why don’t you go tell them goodnight.”

23) See You When I Get Home | Explicit | 10308 words

"What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier.

"You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly.

"Me?"

24) Floating | Explicit | 10435 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

The one where Louis has control over water in every form but he doesn't know what to do with it. Harry is here to guide him.

25) I'm At Your Mercy Now (And I'm Ready To Begin) | Teen & Up | 10552 words

Where Louis' soulmark was leaked, Harry keeps his private. They're both famous popstars. Louis is waiting for his soulmate, Harry has a feeling it's him but Louis is completely oblivious.

26) You And I 'Till The Day We Die | Explicit | 10807 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)

27) Moonlit Sky Over Gentle Waters | Explicit | 11377 words

Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something — or rather, someone — that he isn't sure he can have.

28) Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (And Never, Never, Ever Let Go) | Explicit | 11524 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Harry is a demon that feeds off of people’s nightmares. He finds his next meal in Louis’ dreams where he changes and molds them to become scary nightmares. Soon harry learns Louis is a lucid dreamer- he can act on his own in his dreams. They interact in the real world and have sex in the dream world. when the demon catches feelings for louis, he wants to live.

29) If You're Feeling Lonely | Explicit | 12807 words

The guest list is on the desk. Louis runs through it and stops a third of the way down, a familiar name catching his attention.

Harry Styles.

All he needs to do is confirm whether Harry Styles is the same Alpha whose scent left such a memorable impression on his body.

30) Want You To Play With Me | Explicit | 14335 words

"I'm quite not finished with you yet." Harry whispered right on the shell of his ears and squeezed the girth of his cock, making Louis shudder a sloppy puff of air as the tickling sensation ran through his spine, Harry was intoxicating. "Let me play with you a little more, Lou. I promise I'll give you what you want. Be my good boy, hm?" He slowly annunciated every word and licked a warm line on the nape of Louis' neck — Louis curled in his arms at that. Submitting himself a little bit more.

"Always wanna be your good boy." Louis whispered back and enveloped Harry's hand in his.

31) No Good Unless It's Real | Explicit | 17021 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a very busy farmer who’s just trying to make it to his next nap and Harry’s the new hot vet that’s determined to infiltrate every area of his life.

32) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words

Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

33) Joker Is Wild | Explicit | 18444 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 390: A reality show AU where Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn and Niall are selected to stay at confined in a luxury mansion for 1 month, where they are required to have explicit, graphic sex at all times, like a porn Big Brother kind of show. Every week there are several different sexual tasks and trials that they must overcome together, which all ends in orgasms for all of them. When the boys all discover Louis is strictly a bottom, and a slutty one at that, they all can’t wait to get their hands on him. Bonus if other hot celebs are there too, like Shawn Mendes, for example. Includes lots of hard gay sex, rimming, blowjobs, gang bangs, ass worshipping (Louis ass, of course) and double penetration.

34) Baby, Let Me Love You Goodbye | Not Rated | 20249 words

Louis almost calls Harry daddy. Cue denial, feelings, and way too much dirty talk.

35) Give So Much (Not Enough) | Mature | 24610 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

“For my little lion,” Louis slid the smoothie bowl in front of Oscar, letting him dig in with his little hands. “And for daddy.”

He didn’t process the bowl in front of him, the push across the table causing a raspberry to roll off and fall on his lap, because Louis calling himself mummy may make him feel all sorts of mushy emotions, but Louis addressing Harry as daddy was suddenly having a very different effect on him. Since when did Louis saying daddy out loud render him speechless?

“Daddy’s still sleepy, but we’re up bright and early right Ossie?” Louis’ cooing shook him out of his daze. The man coughed, picking the raspberry off his lap and swallowing it with unintentional, and very unnecessary, eye contact with Louis. “Well, is it better than your protein smoothies and why?”

Harry chuckled, spooning another heap of the strawberry banana goodness into his mouth, “Way better sweetheart.”

A friends to lovers au with tons of mama Louis and domesticity.

36) Short And Sweet | Explicit | 29658 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a shy university student in a world scarce of male omegas. He's always dreamt of having an alpha despite his sheltered upbringing, fantasizing about being loved and cared for. He's immediately smitten by the mysterious alpha with curly hair, broad shoulders, and the addictive coffee scent.

37) Under Thorn And Bramble | Explicit | 31931 words

Note: The pairing of this fic is Louis/OMC. This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 445: A historical AU where Louis is working as a servant on a farm. The family that owns the farm is exceedingly cruel to him and he is often exhausted and in pain from his work. A mysterious stranger boards at the farm and is very intrigued by Louis, but Louis doubts his interest in genuine. Any pairing fine.

38) Pink In The Night | Explicit | 32324 words

His finger was tapping on Louis’ chat before Harry could even think about it, eyes reading over the last text he’d sent Louis. I miss you. Do you miss me?

Harry had felt so pathetic that December night, alone in the dark room of the Japanese apartment he’d been staying at, the strong smell of alcohol clinging to his clothes.

Louis hadn’t replied, but Harry wasn’t surprised; he had texted Louis a few times before while he’d been away, but there had never been a response.

It pained him to admit that this was their new normal.

39) Coeur De Pirate | Explicit | 34207 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

He tilts his chin up as the Captain strides across the deck, his footfalls falling loudly against the planks. The crew watches them from afar.

Stepping into his space, the Captain wraps an arm around Louis’ waist and pulls him in. He lowers his head to breathe his words against Louis’ cheeks. “I won,” he whispers, “I’ve come to claim my prize.”

40) If The Sun Don't Shine | Explicit | 36330 words

In a world where you meet your soulmates in dreams, Louis has spent the last three years going to bed hoping to finally meet his, only to end up disappointed time and time again. It all changes with a violin.

41) The Pirate And The Piper | Explicit | 38396 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

The one where Harry is Hook, Louis is Pan, and nothing is what it seems.

42) Begged And Borrowed Time | Mature | 40198 words

Prompt 60: Time travel AU where Louis somehow gets thrown back in time and ends up in the dark ages, during the reign of the Styles family.

43) I Ain’t Gonna Fence You In | Mature | 40645 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old city boy who is forced to spend his summer before his senior year at his aunts farm. There, he meets Harry, a 19 year old country boy his aunt hired to help around the farm.

Maybe the farm isn't the worst place to fall in love?

44) Don't Want No Other Shade Of Blue | Explicit | 43285 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 339: it was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

45) No Easy Choice, But You’re Mine | Explicit | 44963 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

46) Sedative Duty | Explicit | 46588 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Pop-star of the moment Louis Tomlinson is on his third-world tour. He decides to hire renowned professional dominant Harry Styles to unwind while on the road. In an effort not to raise suspicion by the crew, fans, and press, Harry pretends to be his bodyguard. He ends up being far more than that.

47) Just Always Be Waiting for Me | Explicit | 46837words

Note: Please be sure to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Harry Styles is a librarian at a private school who is not very devoted to his job but is very devoted to Louis Tomlinson, the resident English teacher, and has been ever since they met six years ago beneath a lonely streetlight.

Louis Tomlinson is a self confessed bookworm whose passion for Peter Pan, the literary classics and Harry Styles' happiness knows no bounds. He's self sacrificing, somewhat self loathing and haunted by a trauma he can't talk about.

Mutual pining abounds in this fic where a Peter Pan quote is never just a Peter Pan quote, caretaking is a love language and a platonic nude is never actually platonic. Louis has a kiss that belongs to Harry but he also has a painful past that might end up hurting them both.

48) Since The Future | Explicit | 48947 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

"It's done."

The words were barely above a whisper when they left Harry's mouth, but they hit Louis with the force of a freight train. It was done. Holy fuck. They had created a time machine. And tomorrow, they were travelling to the future.

49) Dirty Laundry Looks Good On You | Explicit | 50581 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

When Louis Tomlinson finds his clothes lying in a sad soapy mess on top of the washing machine in which they are supposed to be, he acts upon his anger and retaliates. What he doesn’t expect is having to deal with a six-feet tall, curly-haired and dimpled man in return, who seems to arouse confusing feelings within him and to make his life take an unexpected turn for the better (or worse?).

50) Hamartia | Explicit | 66970 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Six years is a long time for Louis to mend his heart back and erase every lingering, stubborn memory of his ex-lover, Harry Styles. But when news of the war being over spreads across the world like wildfire, and he stumbles upon the alpha he vowed himself to never see ever again, he realises that not even a lifetime will be enough for him to pick up the scattered, broken parts of his soul. He's far from expecting the alpha he loved to be struggling in the same way.

All the ointments in the world might never soothe the pain out, but it doesn't take long for them both to come to the conclusion that, maybe, the only medicine to their heartbreaks are what caused them in the first place.

51) Feeling Borrowed, Always Blue | Explicit | 68214 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

Louis has been dreaming of his wedding since he was young - he just never expected it to happen like this. words

52) Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | Explicit | 73825 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest! Check out the full collection here.

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

53) Rogue | Not Rated | 94992 words

Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindness one he's ever met.

54) Chandeliers And Fake Smiles | Mature | 145010 words

On the brink of winning their first Grammy; up-and-coming rock band One Direction find themselves in the midst of the biggest scandal of their career - right before tickets for their world tour go on sale. in order to save their reputation, Louis Tomlinson must find it in his heart to forgive pop singer and heartthrob Harry Styles after his first impression rubbed him entirely the wrong way. after all, they cannot sell a relationship if it looks like they hate each other.

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Good Intentions Gone Wrong...

Katie was at home, feeling quite miserable because she had caught a terrible flu and much to her annoyance. Lance along with the rest of her family had strictly insisted that she should take a few days off and rest. Lance had left for work with a heavy heart, not wanting to leave his ill wife alone but he had an important meeting that day and Katie was quite persistent, on him going to work.

"Go or else you are gonna spend the entire day fussing over me and make me go crazy." she had complained in a hoarse voice that morning but by afternoon, as Lance turned on his phone after the meeting. He smiled, finding ten missed calls from his beloved wife.

"How are you feeling?" he immediately questioned as Katie picked up the phone. There was a stubborn pause on her end before she spoke, "I am fine but try to come home early" she pleaded which was followed by a series of coughs.

"Miss me?" he teased, seizing the golden opportunity. He could imagine Katie rolling her eyes at the other end before she replied,

"Yes.. I do. Please just come home soon"

Lance's smile grew wider, "Do you regret kicking out your doting husband this morning?" he added. Pidge angrily sniffed from the other line, "You know what! Don't you dare come home tonight. Sleep at the Garrison today!" she threatened to which Lance nervously chuckled

"Easy there, Honey. I am coming. Do you want anything?" Lance asked, packing his stuff. There was a thoughtful pause from Pidge's side, "Well...."

Among the requests of getting more coffee, a big jar of peanut butter and chicken soup was the request of picking up her work tablet from her office. Lance knowing he was already in hot water couldn't protest much to the last one and so he dutifully made his way to Katie's office.

Despite them being married for 3 years now, Lance alongside Colleen wasn't allowed in Katie's lab or office. Despite his curiosity, he never argued much on this matter. Katie usually had a good reason behind her decisions and hence he silently accepted it.

"So what's the password? Is it my birthday?" Lance wondered as Katie snorted. "Sure..so that any random person who knows your birthday can hack into my office"

Lance pouted, "You are so unromantic.." he muttered to which Katie giggled in amusement.

"It's a pity but since you are now stuck with me so there is nothing we can do about it"

"So how do I get in then? Should I get Matt?" He questioned.

"No you don't need to get Matt. Just place your right hand on the scanner, the door will open. I added your fingerprints from the database in case of an emergency" she explained.

"Awww you do love me" he teased, his heart fluttering. "I thought it was quite obvious when I promised to spend the rest of my life with you. Let me tell you it's not an easy task at times" she shot back.

"Ha ha ha.." Lance laughed mockingly, rolling his eyes. "You should not be the one talking. If you had listened to me in the first place, you wouldn't have this cold"

Much to Lance's triumph, he had won this round as Katie muttered a quick whatever before ending the call.

When Lance entered Katie's office, he suddenly became well aware of the 'good reason' because of which he was forbidden from it. It looked like it had been hit by an earthquake or tornado or perhaps a disastrous combination of both. Everything was in complete disarray and Lance couldn't walk two steps without stepping over crumpled papers or tripping over discarded parts of prototypes.

Her table wasn't any better, it was scattered with various design sheets, important documents and in the very corner lay her work tablet. Lance carefully made his way towards the table and grabbed the tablet. He was about to make his way out of the disastrous office but his fingers itched, even though he had initially intended to go home to Pidge as soon as possible but his heavy conscious wasn't letting his feet move.

Lance placed the tablet in its original place again as he started to pick up things from the floor. Lance rolled up the sleeves of his Garrison uniform, it was going to be a lot of work but he smiled thinking it would be a nice surprise for Pidge to find a much cleaner office when she comes back to work.

__________________________

Lance was halfway done with the cleaning when Matt Holt arrived at his sister's office. Matt Holt was the only one who had full access to all of his sister's projects and even office so Lance wasn't quite surprised by the sudden visit but Matt surely was.

Matt casually sauntered into the office, partly surprised to find his brother in law still at work. His brows furrowed in confusion as he paused to survey the room and slowly a terrified look crept on his face as he was witnessing a crime scene rather than spring cleaning.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Matt cried out suddenly, grabbing the other man's attention. Lance blinked at him innocently, still holding onto files he had been busy arranging.

"What does it look like? This place was a mess and I thought I might clean it up a bit" he explained, not understanding the worried look on Matt's face.

Matt sighed, shaking his head sadly. "You know...I really liked you as a part of our family. It's truly sad that our time together has come to an end"

"Farewell, bro in law" Matt whispered, patting Lance's back. "What are you talking about?" Lance questioned, now feeling concerned as well.

"Pidge is going to kill you" Matt stated gravely.

"Why?" Lance questioned, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Because you messed up with her setting!" Matt cried out, wildly gesturing to the more organized office.

"What setting?! This place looked like it was hit by a natural disaster!" Lance defended himself to which Matt nodded in understanding.

"Sure to an ordinary eye it seems so but in reality everything was chaotically organized according to her. She could have easily picked out even a single piece of paper from this mess but now she won't be able to because you rearranged it all….she is definitely going to kill you" Matt repeated.

"She isn't going to kill me. She loves me" Lance stated, trying to assure himself.

"Yeah I thought so too till one day I tried to make her room more organized before she came back from science camp. Sometimes that day still haunts me in my dreams…" Matt whispered dramatically with a distant look in his eyes.

"But if you don't believe me. You can just call her and ask if it's alright that you cleaned up her office." Matt urged with a daring smirk gracing his face.

Lance gulped, taking out as his phone. "Uh..hey Honey. Just wanted to check up on you"

"Hey.." came Katie's tired reply. "Were you taking a nap? Did I disturb you?" he questioned, worriedly.

"No no you didn't disturb me" Katie assured softy before her voice rose dangerously high, "It's the neighbor's stupid dog! He has been barking so loudly for the past half an hour because of which I can't sleep and when I called her to complain about it. She started saying that Bae Bae is more obnoxious than her dog. That made my blood boil, how dare she compare Bae Bae to him. If only I could get out of bed, I would show her who she is messing with!" Katie growled angrily.

Katie coughed violently before continuing, "This is one of the worst days ever and that would be saying something since I was part of intergalactic war. I swear one more bad thing and I might just end up killing someone today"

Lance gulped briefly glancing at Matt before turning back to Katie, "Take it easy there Pidge, I am coming home and then we'll deal with the neighbor and her dog. Also any other snack you would like?"

"No, I am good. See you soon" Katie hung up. Lance placed the phone back in his pocket and turned towards Matt again looking slightly pale.

"Well then I'll start preparing for your funeral" Matt declared, heading towards the door but was immediately stopped by Lance.

"You have to help me. Aside from Katie you are the only one who comes here and would know where these things originally belonged" Lance pleaded.

Matt frowned, "Well I do have the general idea and perhaps we can wing the rest of it and pray that she doesn't notice it but-"

"But?" Lance cut him off.

"I have a very important meeting in two hours and I still have to complete my presentation for it.." Matt added moving towards the door yet again.

"No you can't leave!" Lance protested but Matt shrugged, "I am sorry dude but I really have to go.."

Lance sighed sadly taking a seat, he covered his face with his hands in defeat, "You know Matt. Don't share this with anyone but I always considered myself to be a lot to you than to my actual brothers. We have so many things in common and get to spend a lot of time together. I didn't get to do that with my actual older brothers and that's why I feel so lucky to have you and I always thought that when me and Katie would have our first kid. We would name him after you"

"You did?" Matt questioned. Lance cautiously removed one finger from his eyes to glance at his brother in law before nodding slowly.

"I did but I guess it's not going to be happening now…." he forlornly stated. "Anyway you should head back to work. I don't want to waste your anymore of your time"

"Screw the meeting! And let's get to work" Matt declared to which Lance laughed nervously, at this rate him and Katie would need to have triplets as their first borns.

The End

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“Happy Thirteenth Birthday” || YEAR 3 – Ch.1 (HP au)

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Day posted: 7/10/2020

Word count: 3,409

Relationship: EVENTUAL severus X oc (slow burn)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: none

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A/N: This is my first fan fic I’m writing mainly as a way to practice. This is a retelling of the hp books with an inserted character. Although most every character will be written about, this is mostly for the pro snape fandom. Please do not fear, although this is a severus x oc story, it is an incredibly slow burn as I do not intend for them to get together at all until after the final book events. Chapters will be posted twice a week.

This derivative work follows the events of the Harry Potter books by Jk Rowling and is intended as a fun way to practice my writing. Thank you for reading :D

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It was blazing hot inside and outside the house, under every tree and bush, and sometimes even the cold tap water came out warm. There was no escaping the summer heat and the best Heather could do to cool off, was shower with one of Dudley’s old shirts – the stupid ones with the sleeves torn off – and sit in the empty tub waiting for the water to evaporate off her body.

Her arm and head hung off the tub’s rim as she waited a bit longer to dry off. Her wand sat on the counter next to the sink, and her old toothbrush a few feet away on Aunt Petunia’s nice lime green bath rug. Heather extended her arm and curled her fingers, willing the toothbrush over to her.

She used the same techniques as she would moving a spider from one place to another without touching it. She thought and thought and imagined the toothbrush sliding over to her. There was a jiggle, but that was all.

She wasn’t sure if she plainly couldn’t do it or if she was just too afraid to. Moving spiders was one thing, after all she had been moving spider without touching them since first year, and she suspected that when she was younger and saw them crawling above her head, they did not actually jump to Harry’s side on their own.

She dried off and put the toothbrush under the sink, in the only area her and Harry were allowed to keep their things. She walked into her shared room and fell onto the mattress on the floor, listening to Harry groan and complain about their history of magic homework.

“This is taking forever and it’s so boring,” he poked his head over the edge, “Let me read yours.”

She flicked his ear, “Do. Your. Work.”

He rubbed his ear and went back to reading, “You know the longer I take on my homework, the higher the chance they’ll catch us with our books.”

Heather sat up, “Then do your work faster.”

She was afraid Harry was developing a nasty habit of having Hermione do his work for him. They had picked the locks and gotten their books within the first week of being back, which by now would have been plenty of time to finish most essays, but Harry had only managed to finish their potions one and only out of pure fear.

It was late now, passed late dinners for most normal families, and they prepared for their nightly inspection before sleep. Heather helped Harry pop a floorboard out and stuffed all their magical everything inside it before patting it shut. It was the only place they could hide their things without the Dursleys snooping around – especially Dudley who loved getting them into trouble.

They stood up and leaned against the wall as Uncle Vernon’s heavy footsteps came up the stairs, thunderous and slow. Without knocking – as if trying to catch them by surprise – he swung the door open and gave them disappointed looks when he saw they were already in their places. He stepped in, looked around the room for anything out of place and ‘odd’, eyed them carefully, and stepped back out, locking them in for the night.

They groaned and sat back down on the bed hearing the Durley’s nightly routine of saying goodnight to Dudley. Uncle Vernon always gave him the usual one-time goodnight, while Aunt Petunia kept coming back to say goodnight every time she crossed his bedroom door. Heather wasn’t sure how Dudley could stand constantly being interrupted by her as he tried to get settled into bed.

Her footsteps sounded closer as she approached their bedroom door, banging on it hard with the palm of her hand, “BREAKFAST NEEDS TO BE DONE BY EIGHT TOMORROW,” and walked back, giving Dudley her final goodnight and shut her bedroom door closed.

That was their cue to let Hedwig out of her cage for the night. There weren’t any bars on their bedroom window this time and they had promised not to do any magic in the house – not that they’d be willing to risk getting expelled – so for five weeks now, things were only slightly better than their last summer.

“I’m calling her,” Harry got off the bed and took out his parchment and quill again from the floorboard.

“Do you want them punishing us AGAIN for calling wizards? I like our window just fine without bars up and – ” Heather tapped her foot, knowing Harry’s ankle was still hurting from all the extra yard work they had to do the last time Ron called. “You’ll get caught and I’ll make you do MY HALF of the punishment.”

Harry shook his head and pushed past her, kneeling down and picking the locks to their bedroom door, freeing them from their enclosure. They crept down the stairs together – recently she had started to feel she should be keeping a closer eye on him – and sat down at the counter’s swivel stools next to the phone.

Harry picked up the phone quietly and dialed Hermione’s number from memory. He waited a few minutes and then, “Hermione? Yeah, will you read me your history of magic essay? …Well don’t you have any time before you leave?”

Heather rolled her eyes, “Harry you need to do the essay yourself. She isn’t gonna – ”

“Oh, hold on,” he dipped his quill in ink and held it to the parchment, “Can you start from the beginning again?”

Heather smacked her face quietly.

“Oh?” Harry looked up at the time, “Thanks. Hold on,” he handed the phone to Heather.

“Hermione?”

“I CAN’T believe you’ve forgotten your own birthday! Happy birthday!” Hermione clapped into the phone.

“Oh?” Heather squinted at the glowing time on the stove.

It was ten minutes after twelve which meant they were officially thirteen now.

“Thanks for remembering. No one else did,” she laughed quietly.

“That’s not true! Go hang up right now and be at your window. They should be arriving by now. Happy birthday and talk to you soon! Oh and tell Harry if he calls I won’t be here. Bye!” Hermione hung up.

She handed the phone back and dragged Harry away, who still needed eleven more inches to his essay. They crept back up the stairs and relocked the door behind them. The window was open and a nice cool breeze was drifting in but there was still not one sign of Hedwig, who had been gone for three days now.

“D’you see anything?” Harry leaned further out the window, looking in all directions over the roofs of the other houses.

Heather squinted up at the moon, noticing a weird lumpy flying spec, “Uh, what’s that?”

Harry pulled her back away from the window as the lumpy object got closer and closer, heading right in their direction. Whatever creature it was, it must be magical, there was no doubt in Heather’s mind about that. No muggle bird was that jittery in the sky. It swooped in through the window and crashed on the bed.

Heather snorted and covered her mouth, afraid to have laughed too loud, “I thought it was some beast.”

Hedwig, Errol, and a third owl stood on their parcels – Errol was collapsed over his – and gave small hoots of triumph. Heather thought it was funny that the other two owls had to help Errol with his parcel and even funnier because Errol’s was given the largest package of the three.

They took the packages and the new owl stretched and flew out the window. Hedwig and Errol left to rest in Hedwig’s cage, watching Heather and Harry sit on the bed to read what was from who. They opened the larger parcel, reading that it was from the Weasleys.

There were several birthday cards, one from each Weasley member and for each of them. To Heather, Percy wrote that he hoped her studying was going well while to Harry he wrote that he hoped he was studying. Fred and George sent over stinky leaves for the both of them to put under Dudley’s pillows, Ginny had written a very neat “Happy Birthday, Harry. From, Ginny Weasley” and to Heather she wrote:

‘To: Happy Birthday

From: Ginny

Heather.’

Heather laughed and tucked the card under her pillow. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had sent them a birthday card as well with several pieces of Egyptian candy stuck on somehow, and two newspaper clippings, one of a family picture of them in Egypt – Ron was now taller than Mrs. Weasley, and was holding up Scabbers, and Ginny was just as tall as her, though to be fair all the Weasleys were much taller than the average student at Hogwarts – and the other clipping Harry took.

He scanned it, “Lucky them. I guess Mr. Weasley won the Daily Prophet Galleon Draw.”

Heather took the clipping, “Wow… Oh I didn’t know Bill was a curse breaker… is that… Dark Arts stuff?”

Harry shrugged, “You know… We have all that money sitting in our vault – ”

Heather shushed him, “I know what you’re thinking and NO. Absolutely not we aren’t spending that money for anything other than school! And that’s final.”

Harry scoffed but didn’t argue. They read the last two cards from Ron, which they could barely read with his scribbly handwriting.

Heather took it and tried her best, “‘Happy Birthday’ … ‘ Sorry I shouted when I called and got you guys in trouble’ … ‘Getting a new wand in London last week of summer, hope to see you two there’ … ‘Percy’s Head Boy’ … ‘ Enjoy your gift. Sorry I could only get one’ … and then I think it says ‘Pocket Sneakoscope. If there’s anyone untrustworthy around, it’ll spin and glow.’”

Harry unwrapped the last Weasley gift from Ron and pulled out the Pocket Sneakoscope. It didn’t glow or spin, which they supposed was good and hoped it wasn’t just broken or anything. Next, they moved on to the parcel Hedwig had brought in, reading that it was from Hermione.

Heather opened the letter, “She says… She’ll be in France soon and won’t be able to answer the phone for a month.” Heather ignored Harry’s groans, “And that the presents are by ‘owl-order’ and… That she hopes to see us last week of holidays too.”

They opened the presents which were two Broomstick Servicing Kits and gasped.

“Ok, we need to get Hermione a good birthday present this year. These are – ”

“Wow,” Harry opened it up and started going through it.

“We still have this one.” Heather cut the twine holding two rectangle packages and a note from Hagrid. “‘Happy Birthdays! You’ll be needing this for next year, you’ll see. Your friend, Hagrid.’”

Harry took a package and dropped it as soon as it growled, “Heather… Hagrid knows not to send us anything dangerous… right?”

Heather shook her head. She picked up the other package and felt it move slightly and growl like the other one had, “Harry you open yours. We shouldn’t open them both.”

Harry nodded and tore at the top, ripping the brown paper apart and sliding the object out. It was a book, with fur all around it, except for the shiny green letters spelling ‘The Monster Book of Monsters’. Heather and Harry tilted their heads to read the title when two eyes on the front popped up and stared at them evil-y.

It lunged at Heather’s knees and she jumped from the bed, allowing the book to scuttle under the pillowcase. Harry picked their pillow up and swatted the book creature off the bed, hearing it growl and bite at something under the dresser.

“Surround it with boxes!” Heather pointed at Aunt Petunia’s storage boxes taking up part of their room.

Together they pushed and trapped it under the drawer where it would stay until they could write to Hagrid to ask him what on earth he was thinking sending them that thing. She couldn’t imagine what people could actually read it without having their fingers and noses bit clean off.

They sat on the bed panting and gathering up their things. They shoved all the scrap paper in their drawer and opened up the floorboard again to put their presents in where Uncle Vernon would never look.

“Well, happy birthday and goodnight,” Heather collapsed on the mattress.

“Happy thirteenth and night.”

She yawned and went straight to sleep, dreaming of going back to Hogwarts where she could practice all the magic she wanted, far away from the Dursleys. That night not even the owl’s hoots woke them up and they slept soundly until Aunt Petunia unlocked the door in the morning and told them to get going on breakfast while she showered.

They took out all the normal stuff the Dursleys liked to eat: eggs, bacon, sausage links, waffles, and toast. She didn’t know why or how they could manage to eat so much for breakfast, even Harry and her didn’t have an appetite so early in the morning and they were always hungry when they were here. One or two sausages went missing from the pan to the table but overall, they managed to stack several plates high for Uncle Vernon and Dudley – Petunia liked just toast.

There was tapping on the kitchen window and Harry pulled back the curtains to greet an owl with two letters in its beak. Harry took them and handed one to Heather, seeing it was addressed to each of them with a Hogwarts seal.

Heather opened hers, eagerly anticipating the class materials list, and took out a permission slip of some sort with a letter from Professor McGonagall. “We can visit Hogsmeade this year?”

Harry groaned, “But only if we get Vernon or Petunia to sign this… How’re we going to get them to do that?”

“We can fake their signatures?” Heather leaned in closer to whisper, “I don’t think the teachers would be able to tell, do you?”

He shook his head. Aunt Petunia came down and they both hid the letters under their clothes, having to keep up the pretenses that Hogwarts and all things magical never existed. They would never sign a permission slip form for them to go to a wizards only village, not in a million years would they allow it. Heather sat down next to Harry to share a plate of their pre-cooked breakfast that Aunt Petunia always makes for them the night before.

Uncle Vernon came down next, sitting in his usual seat, followed by Dudley who went straight to turning on his new tv that sat on the counter. None of them looked at the twins, nor acknowledged their existence, let alone the fact that they were now technically thirteen years old.

Heather began eating the terribly cooked oatmeal and joined Harry in taking some toast since all three Dursleys were transfixed on the morning news reports on the tv. The reporter was sitting at his desk, shuffling papers, and pointing at a picture of a deranged man.

“A convict has escaped, believed to be armed and dangerous, last week. If you have any information, please call this number,” the numbers flashed on the screen and the reporter went on with other news.

“He should be fairly easy to spot,” Uncle Vernon laughed, “A filthy criminal with a rat’s nest on his head walking around town,” he chuckled, “Yes, I should think they’ll catch him in no time.”

“That’s what happens to lazy good-for-nothings who never bothered to even go to school,” Aunt Petunia scooped out some grapefruit and made a face, “They have nowhere else to turn to but petty crime. They’re useless to society – ”

“I couldn’t agree more, dear,” Uncle Vernon eyed Heather and Harry over his newspaper.

“Where did he escape from?” Heather risked the question, seeing as it was her and Harry always tasked with taking out the trash at night and early mornings.

Uncle Vernon rolled his eyes at her and opened his mouth but nothing came out. He looked at his wife who was looking wide-eyed at him and Dudley. “Son, did you hear where that lunatic escaped from?”

Dudley shoved a whole bacon slice in his mouth and shook his head, his eyes still transfixed on the television.

“Vernon! He could be anywhere!”

“Maybe he’s hiding on our street,” Harry hid a smile.

Heather kicked him under the table, seeing how nastily Uncle Vernon looked at him. Aunt Petunia looked over out the window, as if the man really could be walking up their street that second, not that she’d mind calling the number herself. She’d finally make it on the news and have gossip for all her neighborhood friends.

Uncle Vernon looked at his watch and finished his tea, folding up the newspaper and stood. “Well, I’ll be back with Marge in thirty minutes.”

Heather and Harry looked at each other suddenly.

“Aunt Marge? She’s-She’s staying? Here?” Harry tried to keep his face looking as unemotional as possible, but his bouncing leg gave him away.

“For a week or is that a problem?” he growled. “Think you have a say on what goes on around in my house, do you?”

Aunt Petunia put her hands to her hips and Dudley finally looked away from the tv, hoping to see the twins get yelled at. Heather and Harry shook they heads and looked away.

“Let me remind you both,” he pointed his finger at them, “You will not talk to Marge unless spoken to. And WHEN speaking to her, you will be nothing short of civilized!” He came closer, “And no funny business, understand?”

Heather nodded and expected Harry to do the same, but he didn’t.

Instead he looked back at Uncle Vernon, “I’ll be civil if she is.”

If it hadn’t been for the time, Harry would have had an earful. Uncle Vernon huffed and continued, “You go to St. Brutus’s Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys,” he said to Harry, “and you go to St. Mary’s Etiquette Academy for Disorderly Girls,” he said to Heather.

She bit back her tongue and nodded, pushing oatmeal with her spoon. She wanted nothing more than to leave this house and go straight to Hogwarts. Why couldn’t they stay summers there? Surely Hogwarts would be able to accommodate two students and Hagrid would be happy for the company.

Uncle Vernon walked to the door and looked for the correct car keys. Harry had been glaring at his food when he suddenly looked at Heather and bolted out of his chair, running to the door. Heather turned and watched with dread at what Harry was attempting.

“There’s a permission slip Heather and I need signed,” he motioned for Heather to approach. “To visit a village near our school.”

Uncle Vernon laughed, “Why would I sign that?”

“To make sure we follow your rules.”

Uncle Vernon was about to yell at Harry’s audacity to take control when Heather quickly interjected.

“What he means is… It can get hard for us to remember so many details… Maybe with this incentive… What was the name of my school again?”

“St. Brutus’s and St. Mary’s,” he snarled.

“We might accidently let something slip,” Harry shrugged.

Heather almost smacked her head, thinking Harry was laying it on too thick for their good.

“Then you might accidently get the stuffing knocked out of you both!” he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open.

“And hope Aunt Marge just forgets what we say?”

Heather gave him wide eyes, warning him to quit and abort mission while he could.

Uncle Vernon closed the door slowly, “If you two act like normal children for ONCE… I will sign your ruddy slips. But,” he growled, “I will be monitoring your behavior and if ANYTHING odd happens even slightly, no matter how miniscule, you’ll BOTH be sleeping outside for the rest of summer AND your slips won’t be signed.” He opened the door once more and slammed it shut behind him.

Harry smiled at Heather, “Well that solves it.”

She frowned at him, “Yeah, and now if anything happens we’ll be camping outside until school starts!”

“What could happen,” he grinned and ran upstairs.

She couldn’t believe he had already forgotten last summer with Dobby, or the one before that with the snake. His optimism was dangerous… but contagious. She sighed and ran after him, sparing him a much needed lecture on life and unfortunate events.

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Pairing: TobiramaKagami Rated: E Chapter: 3/4 Word count: 5108 Summary: It shouldn’t be so surprising that it’s Kagami who makes the opening move, asking for so little when he desires so much. From there their relationship unfolds in a tapestry of firsts they’ve both been waiting to experience.

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After several weeks of dating Kagami could say with absolute confidence that he still had no idea what he was doing. Everyone else always made dating look so easy. How did anyone ever know what they were supposed to do for each other or where the boundaries were? Already he had laid awake for hours when he was supposed to sleeping but instead was wondering if it was okay for him to send Tobirama gifts in the office, if he was allowed to walk the man home or if he should wait for Tobirama to offer the same, what counted as a date and what was just spending time together. With so many questions bouncing around in his head it was a miracle he didn’t explode with them every time he saw his boyfriend.

Just being able to use the term ‘boyfriend’ in the same sentence as ‘Tobirama’ without prefacing it with ‘I wish’ was almost enough to blow his mind every time he thought about it.

Despite the mania of confusion in his own head and around them Kagami had been absolutely floating on air with happiness for the past few weeks. Only a day or two after their second date some news made it back from their spies in the Land of Lightning and things had been incredibly hectic ever since but Tobirama made sure to set at least an hour aside for them to spend together every couple of days. Considering how much work the man had to get through Kagami appreciated it more than he could say.

He was still extremely excited when things finally calmed down enough that they could take an entire evening off to spend some much desired quality time together. Being invited in to Tobirama’s home was a thrill all on its own, knowing he was one of the few people allowed in such a private space. The lab was one thing, only a handful of people had ever been allowed access in to there, but his actual home was somewhere he kept private from anyone but family. Kagami had no delusions that he could be considered family so early in their relationship so knowing that Tobirama trusted him enough to share the most private parts of himself already was a rush unlike any other.

“You have a lot of secrets,” were the first words out of his mouth after a quick tour of the home.

“Do I?” Tobirama was smiling. He could tell that even without turning around just from the amused lilt in that rumbling voice when he stepped up behind Kagami to settle both hands on his hips.

“Mhm.” Not allowing himself to be distracted, he waved up at the carving he’d been admiring from as many angles as possible. “Who knew you had a secret sense of interior design hidden up your sleeve as well? I have to say, I’m impressed. This is a hundred times nicer than my house.”

“You let the little girls who live next to you decorate your living room; anything would look fancy next to your place.”

Kagami sniffed and said nothing. He didn’t actually have a defense against that since it was true. All he could say was that it had been utterly adorable watching the two of them run around with the paints they usually used to fill in coloring books and the smiles they had worn when they proudly showed off their work. Much like the man behind him, he had a deep weakness for children.

Thankfully Tobirama didn’t stop to tease him, instead leading him in to the kitchen where dinner was just waiting for them to sit down and enjoy. And enjoy he did. Whenever they happened to get thrown on the same missions nowadays there was a reason he always begged Tobirama to take cooking duty. The man was a wizard with cooking utensils in his hand. Sometimes Kagami thought it was a little unfair how good his partner seemed to be at everything but since he tended to benefit from those skills he’d never seen fit to complain too loudly.

Something told him that he was supposed to get some sort of message from the homemade soup Tobirama served but for the life of him he couldn’t guess. It was delicious, a recipe of Tobirama’s own making, and much lighter on the spice than the man usually liked his food. Kagami would also not have been surprised not to be served fish considering both of their preference for seafood but there was something sweet and romantic and downright homey about soup made from a personal recipe – and it did taste delicious. Even without spice or seafood of any kind it still managed to be one of the tastiest dishes he’d ever been served.

Right up until they were both gathering their dishes and bringing them over to the sink the entire night was perfect, a small oasis of peace after weeks of madness, so of course that was when they were interrupted by a knock on the door and Kagami watched all the muscles in Tobirama’s jaw tighten at the same time.

“I had hoped they were passing by to bother Hashirama instead,” he murmured, clearly having sensed whoever the unwanted visitor was long before they reached his door.

“Want me to go yell at them?” Kagami offered. Even he wasn’t sure whether he was serious or not; thankfully Tobirama took that decision away by shaking his head with a deep sigh.

“No, unfortunately it might be important. I should at least see what they want.”

His eyes were already rolling as he padded down the hallway – too dignified to stomp despite the irritation clear in every line of his body – and when he pulled the door open Kagami peeked around the corner just in time to watch one of the Hokage’s assistants squeak with fright. Papers held up like a shield between them, he stammered his way through a few apologies and explained that they had just received some time sensitive correspondence that required an answer right away.

“I will see to it here and return it when I’m finished,” Tobirama declared.

“Yes, Senju-sama. Of course.” The man bowed, already backing away without waiting to be dismissed. As soon as it was polite to do so he turned tail and fled back down the street.

Kagami held his tongue until Tobirama had opened the folder and looked it over before coughing awkwardly. “Should I leave?”

“What? No, no, there’s no need for that. This will only take a moment if you don’t mind?”

“Anything you need!”

“Hm, anything you say?” Tobirama grinned and Kagami regretted his word choices immediately. “Come, I’ll just need to pop in to my office and I would be a terrible host to leave you alone.”

The effort it took to stop himself from backtracking for a less incriminating turn of phrase distracted him from making any sort of comment about Tobirama having an entire room set aside as a home office. It suited him, was hardly a surprise that he brought his work home so often that he had set up a space to do it in, but Kagami did wish the man would take a little more time for himself some days.

Most of the décor inside the office matched the vibe of the décor outside, similar colors and focused more on elegance than opulence. The only difference here was the surprisingly cluttered state of the shelves on the far side of the room. Generally any space Tobirama occupied tended to end up tidy and organized within a few hours even if it was only a temporary space and yet here it looked as though everything had been thrown in to whatever space was available at the time without a single thought for coherency.

Obviously his surprise must have shown on his face judging by the embarrassed look his host threw back at the mess as he sat down.

“You will tell no one about my secret shame,” Tobirama murmured and Kagami laughed.

“How do you plan to buy my silence?” he shot back.

Tobirama pinned him in place with hot eyes that made him swallow a sudden lump in his throat. He really should learn to start thinking his words through; it seemed like the more time he spent in close proximity with this man the more his mind began to speak itself.

Relief swept through him when that piercing gaze slid away to focus on paperwork, giving him a few moments to breathe and recollect his scattered thoughts. While Tobirama read through the letter and drafted a response Kagami drifted around the room and took his opportunity to peer through the window out in to the backyard. Spacious and well kept, he appreciated the presence of a privacy fence around the edges of the property, one home addition he was entirely unsurprised by. The lack of any flora but a few bushes along the fence line didn’t really surprise him either when he knew that greenery was more of the Hashirama-sama’s hobby, a passion he’d been unable to impart on his little brother.

It didn’t take very long for Tobirama to finish up and once he had his response written out on a clean sheet of paper he used one hand to wave it dry while the other called a single clone in to existence. Kagami turned away from the window to watch him instruct the copy to deliver his reply back to the tower posthaste. Then the clone slipped away and he shivered as that hot gaze locked with his own, calling him over with one finger crooked in beckoning. He was helpless to do anything but go.

“You look like you’re about to eat me and I’m not sure if I’m intrigued or frightened.” Kagami settled on a smile of gentle triumph when Tobirama laughed.

“Perhaps I’m trying to buy your silence like you asked me to.”

“Okay well now I’m even more worried,” He joked, already stepping within reach and slipping easily in to the arms that pulled him close against Tobirama’s side.

It was entirely unfair how long this man’s torso was. Even from a sitting position he was nearly as tall as Kagami standing at full height. The only nice part about that was how easy it was to lean over and kiss him when a pale hand lifted to hook in the neck of his shirt and pull him down, stealing a quiet sound of pleasure from his lips.

When two broad hands traveled down the front of his chest to settle at his hips Kagami thought of nothing but how good it felt, as though the other were learning every inch and crevice of his body. He didn’t think much of it when they tightened their grip because that felt nice too in the way a tight hug made him feel secure and loved. Then suddenly the hands gripping him lifted and he broke their kiss to let out a startled yelp as he was hauled bodily in to the air and set back down on the edge of the wooden desk.

“Are you serious?” he cried.

“Have I crossed a line?”

“Do you have any idea how hot that was?” Kagami gestured in wide nonsensical arcs to demonstrate his point as he went on. “With the lifting and the putting and I weigh nothing to you do I? God, why are you so hot? I hate it. No, I love it. Stop being hot!”

“If you wish,” Tobirama murmured, though he was still openly smirking with amusement.

Kagami huffed. “Stop laughing at me too.”

“Note to self, he clearly enjoys being tossed around,” Tobirama went on mercilessly.

“I said stop! But, um, yeah. Yeah that was…good.”

Praying did not convince the universe to strike him down where he sat so Kagami figured the best way to deal with his mortification was to find something to distract them both. And the universe’s answer was of course right there in the form of Tobirama drawing him in to another kiss, capturing his lips and turning his brain to mush so he almost didn’t notice that his legs were being moved around until he was all but straddling his partner’s waist. If he slid just a few inches forward he could lower himself from the edge of the desk and then he truly would be sitting right over Tobirama’s lap.

Now that he was right where Tobirama seemed to want him the hands that had lifted him here returned to their exploration of his body, sliding up and down his sides and mapping the contours of his chest until he was squirming with so many sensations he didn’t know how to deal with. He was hard inside his clothing long before those wandering hands made their way down to slide along the tops of his thighs and stop for two thumbs to trace his obliques.

“Hah…” The sound escaped with little warning, accompanied by a full body shiver, and when Kagami blinked away the fog in his mind he found Tobirama looking up at him from the chair with a contemplative look.

“You will tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I hope?” he asked. Kagami nearly swallowed his own tongue with nerves.

“Sure, yeah. Uh, what exactly were you planning to do?”

Tobirama ran his thumbs along the seam of Kagami’s thighs again, dangerously close to other parts of his anatomy, and quirked up one corner of his mouth in a sultry look. “Well now that I seem to have you at my mercy I should very much like to pleasure you.”

Once again Kagami nearly choked on his tongue.

“Who says that?” he exclaimed.

“Is that a no?”

“No! It’s…I mean…do I get to return the favor?”

For once he got to surprise Tobirama in turn. His partner lifted one eyebrow and actually paused before replying, “If you want to I’m certainly not going to stop you. My body is yours to explore. But first…”

His words were so distracting Kagami had somehow managed to forget about his hands but he remembered them now as they dipped towards each other to caress his inner thighs and then one of them branched upwards to cup him through his clothing. All the breath in his lungs rushed out at once and he hurried to shove an arm out behind himself lest he fall over with the shock of pleasant sensations rushing through him.

“This is alright?” Tobirama’s teasing voice asked him and he realized his eyes were closed.

“Uh-huh…”

Licking his lips, he couldn’t help but roll in to the motion of the hand caressing him. Just when he thought he might be getting a little too excited too fast, a recipe for repeating the last time they found themselves in an intimate situation, the teasing stopped and both of the hands touching him moved up to toy with the fastenings of his pants.

“And this too?”

“Oh wow…” All the words of his own language seemed to have fallen out his ears leaving him empty and speechless but that didn’t matter as long as Tobirama kept doing whatever it was he planned on doing. Visions of white fingers wrapped around him and stroking firmly dancing behind his eyelids until he forced them open to nod frantically. “Uh-huh. S’fine.”

“Excellent.” All but dripping confidence with every movement, even when he paused to make sure he hadn’t made his partner uncomfortable, Tobirama somehow managed to make an entire show out of undoing Kagami’s clothing and opening the front of his pants before detouring back up to tease his chest again.

Trying not to fall over and just melt in to an actual puddle, Kagami wondered if he should be returning some of this attention. He did make a point of saying he wanted to actually give something back this time instead of leaving Tobirama unsatisfied again. No matter what the man said about not keeping a tally he still felt guilty allowing himself to be pleasured without at least attempting to give the same in return. And it would be an attempt only; he was fairly sure his inexperience wouldn’t exactly be sexy.

He had a lot to learn but he had a feeling Tobirama was open to teaching him whatever he wanted to know in this area.

Despite his good intentions, however, it was getting harder and harder by the second to think around the waves of arousal spreading through his body with every caress and touch. When fingers slid underneath his waistband it took all of his concentration not to whimper. He was almost grateful to feel them pull away a moment later until he noticed they were only repositioning to hook underneath the hem from another angle while Tobirama looked up at him with a smile that threatened to melt his bones.

“I’ll need you to lift up if you don’t mind me removing these,” he said.

Kagami tried to answer and found that words were failing him still so instead he fell back on his elbows and braced his feet on the sides of Tobirama’s chair to lift his hips, trying not to be obvious about the fact that he was close to panting with anticipation. He had dreamed of baring himself for this man a shameful amount of times. The reality was a lot more nerve-wracking than it usually was in his fantasies but it still had the advantage of being real, something he wouldn’t wake up from and need to scrub off his skin just so he could look the other man in the eye afterwards.

He was a little surprised to have his pants pulled down only far enough to trap his legs, the stretchy material giving him just enough room to remain straddled around Tobirama’s waist while pinning them in place so he could go no further. Then he was even more surprised when instead of continuing his explorations Tobirama went straight for the ties of his fundoshi. Heat returned to his face with a vengeance as he watched himself spring up, fully hard already and oh so obviously eager, but at least Tobirama did not laugh at him this time. Actually he looked a little closer to drooling than laughing, which Kagami had been certain was something that only happened in his private little imaginings. For a few moments Tobirama simply tilted his head and took in the sight before him while his thumbs traced soothing circles on the thighs under his grasp.

Then he leaned forward to lick a stripe up the cock just begging for his attention and Kagami’s entire body convulsed with a sharp cry.

“Warning!” he gasped.

“If I gave you warning then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Tobirama rumbled his words against the side of his new treat, following them immediately with another long stripe with the flat of his tongue.

“Ah! Nn…feels- yes. Do that. That’s g- very good.”

“Does it? Then I am very curious to know what you think of this.”

Without bothering to give any further warning Tobirama parted his lips to sink down over the head of Kagami’s cock and the shock of pleasure that ran through him was so strong the arms keeping him up folded, sending his torso crashing backwards. One hand lifted to clap over his mouth as a shamefully loud moan spilled out, hips instinctively bucking upwards in to that hot, wet glory. His movements were stifled by a strong grip as Tobirama held him in place and did things with that beautiful mouth Kagami’s craziest wet dreams had never been able to imagine.

He knew what a blowjob was, obviously. Growing up with dozens of other young boys his age ensured he knew exactly how a blowjob was done and heard a dozen and more descriptions of what it felt like. None of that prepared him for the reality of Tobirama’s tongue curling around his length, cheeks hollowing to add a little suction in some undecipherable pattern, and the wet sounds that should have been more disturbing than anything yet still somehow managed to heighten his excitement because this was actually happening. Senju Tobirama was curled over him and sucking on his cock, quickly bringing him closer and closer to what was obviously going to be the best orgasm of his entire life.

Which, of course, his own mouth decided he needed to express using garbage half sentences and noises better left to the darkness when he was alone with his own shameful imagination. The swear words at least seemed to have an effect. For every involuntary curse that left his mouth Tobirama hummed around him in appreciation and the sensation of it was almost enough to send him flying over the edge. Almost, but thankfully not quite.

Instead what actually did it was nothing but a natural build. His body splayed across the desk like a scroll unfurled for his partner to work on, back arching towards the ceiling every time Tobirama sank back down over him, hands scrabbling for purchase only to lose it against and again as he spasmed with so much more pleasure than he was used to handling. Again and again he babbled senselessly at the ceiling as all the muscles in his body coiled tighter and tighter until he was dangling right on the precipice-

Then fell, shattered, fragmented in to a thousand pieces as his spine bowed and his hands shot down to fist in the back of Tobirama’s shirt while that gorgeous mouth worked him all the way through an orgasm that threatened to send him straight in to nirvana. It felt like forever until his back hit the wood of the desk again and Kagami was left panting and shivering, anchored to reality only by the pale hands caressing his chest and thighs in nonsensical patterns. If not for the voice murmuring soft exclamations of mild surprise for his reaction he might have thought he’d actually passed out and fallen in to a dream. The Tobirama of his dreams always praised him for being perfect and whispered filthy things he wasn’t sure the Tobirama before him would ever utter. Unless he asked. He had a feeling his partner would do a lot of things if he asked for them.

By the time his eyes were able to see again past the senseless cloud of euphoria he found the man smiling much like a smug cat, full of pride and eyes just as bright as the moments he realized he’d made a scientific breakthrough.

“You look like you want to eat me again,” he said breathlessly and without thinking.

“Don’t tempt me,” was Tobirama’s answer and it sent his head dropping back, hand coming up to cover his eyes with embarrassment.

“Just because I’m sitting here with my bits still hanging out in your face doesn’t mean I meant to be suggestive!”

He flushed even deeper when the other man laughed but strangely it also helped cut the awkwardness of being so exposed, as he’d said, right in front of Tobirama’s face. Not having been with anyone before meant the only time he’d been exposed to other people’s eyes had been in the public baths he didn’t visit that often anyway. It was strange. Maybe it was the fact that he was the only one not fully clothed or maybe it was just a matter of the newness of it all but he had to admit that the way Tobirama’s eyes stayed riveted to him with a primal sort of hunger helped more than anything to keep him at least a little comfortable.

Comfortable enough to sit up and swallow down his fears, slipping off the edge of the desk and sinking to the floor between Tobirama’s knees without bothering to remove the rest of his pants. His reward was the very visible bob of the older man’s throat.

“You know you don’t have to,” Tobirama assured him. Reaching out with shaking fingers, Kagami gave a deliberately casual shrug.

“I want to. Believe me I want to.” He was already blushing so he blamed the heat in his cheeks on lingering pleasure rather than the allusion to his longtime desires.

Even having just had all of this done to himself Kagami still felt a little lost as he slowly pulled clothing away until he was tracing the edges of a perfectly white cock with nervous fingertips. He felt Tobirama’s eyes watching closely but the man said nothing to stop him from exploring with gentle touches until he was able to force his mind past the initial disbelief of being allowed to do these things.

Then he was curling his fingers around the shaft and shuffling forward on his knees, eyes lowered because he couldn’t bear to let their gazes meet just in case he did all of this wrong, and bent his neck for a first taste. He was almost startled by the smooth skin of the head but more so by how much he enjoyed the sensation. Intrigued, he took his time exploring all the things he just had over again but this time with his tongue. So enraptured was he that it almost startled him out of his skin to feel fingers slide in between his curls with a gentle grip as Tobirama let out a shuddering breath above him.

He was enjoying this. Kagami could hardly believe his ears but when he dared to peek upwards he found glazed lust staring back at him and a line of pink spread across the bridge of Tobirama’s nose, his arousal clear and bared without shame. Whatever he was doing was actually working and the thrill of that was enough of a confidence boost for him to look back down at what he was doing and slide his lips over the whole head.

Over his head Tobirama released a groan that nearly made him peak all over again. Kagami did his best to contain the way he shivered in response and made a few adjustments until he was bobbing slowly in his best approximation of the overwhelming experience he had just lived through himself. It was impossible to tell whether the sounds he was earning were genuine or exaggerated for his benefit but either way they spurred him on even after his jaw slowly began to ache. With more experience in this sort of thing Tobirama was able to last a bit longer than he had. Kagami held his eyes shut tight and brought one hand up to work the length he wasn’t able to fit in his mouth, hoping that would help more than distract.

It wasn’t too long before he felt the thighs around him tensing slowly; long enough that his jaw would surely be sore the next day but not enough that he couldn’t redouble his efforts in anticipation. He still wasn’t convinced his movements weren’t terribly awkward looking but he stroked and sucked and licked in whatever pattern he could manage and listened with breathless glee as Tobirama fell apart under his touch.

Never had he experienced anything as gratifying as knowing that it was his efforts bringing Tobirama closer to the edge. He was so wrapped up in the triumph of it all that he almost thought Tobirama was pushing him away when the man put a steadying hand on his shoulder and started trying to say something in breathless, broken syllables.

“Don’t have to-” he eventually managed to get out and Kagami understood.

Grinning was a little difficult with his mouth this full so he flicked his gaze up to acknowledge his partner even as he blatantly ignored those words. After putting so much effort in to doing this well there was no way he would pull back right at the end. Even the unexpected salty flavor that flooded his mouth could not dampen the victory of holding Tobirama’s hips down and listening to the sweet symphony of his own name in fragmented gasps, feeling the clench of fingers in his hair and knowing he had been the one to overwhelm his partner for once instead of the other way around.

When he pulled away he did so carefully, not wanting to spill the mouthful he couldn’t choke down until after Tobirama’s softened length was out of the way. Then when his own mouth was clear he looked up to admire the image above him. Pale lines stretched out, languishing, muscles loose and free of tension.

“You look ready to fall asleep,” he noted absently. Tobirama blinked sleepily down at him and quirked up one side of his mouth.

“Not without you.”

The crook of one finger had him rising from his knees only to slide back over Tobirama’s lap and preen in the tight hold that wrapped him in close for a few soft kisses. “Not bad for a first time?”

“If you don’t mind staying a little longer I would be happy to spend the next few hours telling you exactly why that was so far above ‘not bad’,” Tobirama murmured. Both of them were still flushed but it was hard to tell if it was from the arousal or embarrassment.

“A little longer?” Kagami asked, not sure how to respond to such praise, neatly sidestepping it instead.

“Mm. If you like you can stay the night. My place is a little closer to work than yours is.”

Chewing on his bottom lip, Kagami muffled a bit of laughter. “Oh of course, convenience, that’s the reason you want me to stay.”

“Obviously,” Tobirama scoffed jokingly. “What other reasons would I have? It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with how much I enjoy your company or how selfishly I want to enjoy it for as long as possible.”

Since he knew it was already pretty obvious that he shared the sentiment Kagami opted for a nice healthy blush and some distracting babble in place of an actual answer, hoping fruitlessly that it wasn’t noticeable how nervous he was to spend their first night together. Even if nothing more happened it was still another big step forward for them. It didn’t matter that none of those big steps had gone poorly yet, he was still going to be nervous for every one because this was important to him. Tobirama was important to him.

This was his one chance and the smile looking up at him from below was worth getting nervous over if it meant he remembered how to appreciate all that he was blessed with.

#rae writes #tobikaga #kagatobi #kagami #tobirama #fanfiction

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A Convenient Princess - Chapter 3

The Inquisition has been disbanded. After several years of triumph and loss, Anne Trevelyan has made her decision. If Starkhaven wants a princess, then she will be that princess. Who said anything about love?

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Chapter Three

"You still sure about this, Fletch?"

Anne tilted her head toward Varric, a fond but weary smile on her face.

"Even if I wasn't, it's a little late to be worrying about that," she told her friend, shifting her position as the barge pushed off from the bank to begin its stately progress into the city of Starkhaven. "But I am sure."

"Well, I can't complain," the dwarf admitted. "You getting married sure has dealt with my biggest headache fast."

"I intend to make sure that Starkhaven makes reparations to Kirkwall eventually," she assured him. "That might take a few years, though."

"Fletch, you just settle in and get the choir boy hopelessly in love with you," Varric suggested with a faint grin. "You'll have the whole nobility wrapped around your finger in no time."

"Your confidence is inspiring," she drawled back, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

"And well-founded," Josephine pointed out from where she sat with Cullen and Leliana, further back in the barge. "You have good political sense, Anne. This should not give you much trouble."

"I would still prefer it if you would allow me to leave a bodyguard for you," Cullen added in a quiet grumble.

"I'll have Bull and the Chargers," Anne reminded him in amusement. "Somehow I don't think many people will get past them, if they want to."

"Your greatest ally is the Divine," Leliana said in an easy tone. The redhead seemed to be enjoying the slow push down the Minanter River under the sunshine. "When she arrives to perform the ceremony, it will be a very blatant sign of favor toward you. There are not many who would risk their immortal soul just to remove a political rival."

"I'm pretty sure Buttercup would be only too happy to pull a few pants down in your defense, too," Varric added.

Anne laughed.

"Don't you think Starkhaven has its own Red Jenny?" she said. "I feel sure Sera mentioned one at some point."

"And there's your in," Varric pointed out with a grin.

Anne rolled her eyes, laughing as she looked ahead once again. The sun was shining, her friends were around her. It was a good day, so far. The concentric circles of Starkhaven city loomed ahead as their barge made its slow way along the river, the sound of the crowds gathering within already audible to the river-goers. The gloved fingers of her right hand twitched at her skirt, missing the reliable feel of leather pants and weapons on her person already, but that would not have been appropriate. From now on, she was Lady Anne, soon to be Princess Anne. Weapons and armor may well be a thing of the past.

She would have to get used to dressing in the style of her rank - her new rank, which was far above the rank she had held before the Inquisition had become a force in the world. Then, she had been a mere lady, the youngest sister to the self-important Bann of Ostwick. In just a few days, she would be a princess, wife to the ruler of one of the most prosperous and powerful city states in the Free Marches, a member of the respected Vael family. She would never escape the title of Herald of Andraste, she knew; it had been one of the major bargaining chips in the beginning of this arrangement, and both Varric and Leliana had been very clear that her status as a believed chosen of the Bride of the Maker would only give her more power in her new position. As much as she hated the lie, Anne knew she would have to live it for the rest of her life.

Thankfully, neither Vivienne nor Josephine had insisted on outfitting her in anything that so much as hinted at Andraste, instead choosing gowns in the Starkhaven style. Today's choice was, thank the Maker, made of light rose silks and cloth of silver, perfect for enduring the summer sun beating down upon them as the barge made its ponderous way through the water gate and into the canals of Starkhaven itself. The people crowded the walkways that lined the canal, cheering, throwing flowers, craning to catch a glimpse of their soon to be princess. She could hear her name in the cacophony, the name of her soon to be husband, the names of Andraste and the Maker, all mingling into a wall of sound that shared only delight at her coming.

"Seems like they're happy to see you, Fletch."

She glanced at Varric, raising a gloved hand to sweep an errant blonde curl back from her face. The dwarf was grinning, but she could see the tension in him. Until just a few days ago, Starkhaven had been openly at war with Kirkwall. Varric's presence here, as the Viscount of Kirkwall, was nothing more than a personal favor to her, as a friend. She had already made it absolutely clear that he was under her personal protection. She just had to hope that would be enough to keep him safe.

The barge ahead of theirs had already drawn alongside the dock at the main square, Iron Bull and the Chargers alighting to form a protective square and hold back the crowds so that she and her companions could step onto dry land without danger. She never would have expected Bull to take these responsibilities so seriously; indeed, she had not dreamed that he would offer himself and the Chargers as her personal guard for as long as she needed them. But she was intensely grateful for their presence as she rose, taking Krem's hand to step safely onto the dock. The pushing clamor of the crowd was setting her nerves jangling. It had been a long time since she had been so close to such unrestrained celebration, much less as the central focus of it.

"Quite the crowd you've drawn here, boss," Bull commented, his low rumble somehow cutting through the clamor. "The welcoming committee looks like they're having trouble passing through."

She followed the nod of his head toward the entrance to the wide square, where a group of guarded nobles appeared to have been stopped at the base of a wide granite staircase by the sheer numbers in front of them. It was difficult to get a good look at the group, but she knew her bridegroom must be among them. However, with the focus of the crowd on her, Anne knew she was going to have to be the one to deal with his problem.

She raised her hand, looking around at the crowd expectantly. Those at the front fell silent almost immediately, a wave of stillness rippling out from them as the shouts and cries faded from eager lips.

"Very good," she heard Josephine murmur at her back. "You have their attention."

"Good people," Anne declared, projecting her voice as much as she dared. "Thank you for your generous welcome. I am very pleased to know that I will be making my home among such a friendly people. But I am afraid that if you do not make way, I may go to my wedding without ever meeting your prince!"

Another ripple followed this, of laughter and self-conscious realization, and slowly the pushing crowd started to draw back, allowing the noble party at the steps to make their way forward. Most, she noted, seemed put out by being made to wait by the common folk of the city, but two men stood out to her. One was an elf, slight in build but clearly strong enough to wield the enormous great-sword strapped to his back, a shock of white hair stark against brown skin that flowed with strange markings. He nodded to Varric as they approached, who chuckled under his breath.

"Friend of yours?" Cassandra asked the dwarf.

"Could say that," he agreed. "Didn't know he was working for the choir boy now."

But Anne's attention was drawn to the other man who stood out. A tall human man, his skin brown from the sun, his eyes piercing blue, garbed in blue, white, and gold, a thin circlet at his brow. Those stunning eyes were fixed on her, a broad smile creasing his face in welcome, and for just a moment, she felt as though she were the center of his world. He bowed low before her.

"My Lady Inquisitor," he said, the lilting tone of his voice a sweet surprise to her ears. "It is a true pleasure to see you at last."

Without conscious thought, she curtsied to him in return, feeling an oddly shy smile quirk at her own lips.

"Prince Vael. Thank you for inviting me to share your home."

"It is I who should be thanking you, my lady," he told her, one hand reaching out to offer her his palm. "I hope you will come to love Starkhaven as your home."

"With a welcome such as this, I am not without hope for the same, your highness."

She set her hand in his, and the crowd swelled with noise once again, drawing a self-conscious laugh from her as she glanced around at the cheering, waving throng. Sebastian laughed with her.

"We've been waiting a long time to have you here," he admitted a little ruefully. "Will you come to palace with me? And, of course, your entourage."

His eyes swept the gathered men and women with her, pausing for just a moment on Varric. Anne could have sworn she saw regret and guilt flicker in his gaze before the piercing blue settled on her once more with a smile.

"Unless you plan to marry me here and now, your highness, I think perhaps we should move on," she said, daring to tease just a little, rewarded with another short laugh from his lips.

"As tempting as that is, I do not doubt the Divine would have my head if I denied her the opportunity to celebrate your wedding herself," he said, turning to begin guiding her toward the wide granite steps that lead upward in a light incline, through the concentric city walls and streets, up to the palace itself.

With Bull and the Chargers spreading out around them, supporting the Starkhaven guards themselves, space was made among the clamoring crowd for the small group to make their way along the granite way, following Anne and Sebastian's progress. Behind them, Anne could hear Josephine leading the conversation with the nobles who had accompanied the prince to the square, but she found herself unable to follow that conversation. Sebastian's hand felt sure in his grasp of her false hand; she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have him holding her true hand, without a glove to separate them.

"Forgive me for asking, my lady," he said, careful to keep his pace measured for her comfort. "I was lead to believe that you had suffered some grievous injury in your confrontation with the Qunari. Are you well enough?"

Anne smiled faintly. Of course that would be on his mind.

"I am quite well, your highness," she began, but he interrupted her gently.

"Sebastian, please," he said. "We are to be wed in a matter of days, after all."

"Then you must call me Anne," she pointed out, glad to see a hint of shyness in his gaze as she gave him permission to drop the formalities. It was good to note that he wasn't quite as well put together about all this as he first seemed. "And yes, I was injured in our confrontation. The hand you hold - it is a facsimile, a prosthetic made for me by our arcanist, Dagna. I am missing that arm from just above the elbow."

She felt his fingers tighten on that hand, wondering if he was expecting to find it unyielding in his grasp. Sebastian seemed surprised, if anything, not to have noticed the difference.

"I was not aware that the injury was so great," he admitted. "And this ... prosthetic you wear. Is it comfortable? Does it serve your needs?"

"It does not perform as a true hand would, but for the most part, it does as I require it," she assured him. "I have another, which is better equipped for battle. Though I suppose I shall not be needing it here."

His smile was rueful once again.

"It would be best for you to stay sharp with your training, Anne," he said softly, bending his head closer to hers so she heard him well. "I am not so steady on this throne that there may not be chancers looking to harm me by harming you."

"I assure you, Sebastian, I am no easy mark," she promised him. "And I have the Chargers."

"Oh, do they intend to stay?" he asked, apparently surprised once again.

"Indeed they do," she told him. "The Iron Bull has requested that I hire him and his group to be my eyes and ears, and my shield, in Starkhaven, and I see no reason to deny him that. Do you?"

She cast him a sharp look, searching for any hint that he was displeased with this decision of hers, taken without his involvement. To her delight, he was smiling, nodding in approval.

"Not at all," he agreed. "It's a wise decision, to have those you trust guarding your back."

She glanced behind them at these words, to where the strange-looking elven man was walking alongside Varric, the two of them deep in conversation.

"And do you have people you trust to guard your back?" she asked the prince.

Sebastian followed her glance for a moment, one side of his mouth quirking into a resigned half-smile.

"I trust Fenris with my life, but he is not here at my request," he admitted. "Hawke sent him, to make sure nothing untoward happens between now and the wedding."

Anne snorted with laughter, rolling her eyes.

"That man can't keep his fingers out of multiple pies, can he?" she commented. "The last time I saw him, he was on his way to Weisshaupt, and we haven't heard a word since. I assume he has been in contact with you in recent years?"

"Not directly with me," Sebastian said, his tone matching hers for fond resignation. "But with Fenris, aye, and Isabela too, I believe. I think it likely he remains in contact with Varric, too."

"I am surprised he hasn't intervened to prevent Starkhaven's war with Kirkwall, in that case," Anne said mildly.

"I wouldn't have listened," the prince said in a low voice. "Hawke and I ... we did not part on good terms. I regret my haste in disavowing my friend, but some things cannot be changed."

"You may be surprised," she murmured. "Not everything is set in stone. Words are just words, when you get right down to it. Perhaps this is the time for a reconciliation."

"Perhaps," he agreed thoughtfully. "Though I think I will leave such words for after the wedding, my lady."

He flashed her a warm grin, and she laughed self-consciously in response, ducking her head for just a moment before looking up at their destination. Starkhaven Palace was an imposing sight, all gray stone and looming, yet effort had been made to make it a little less intimidating. Banners and pennants in white and gold flapped from balconies and flagpoles, garlands of Grace wrapping about railings and over the lintels of doors. Despite the grayness of the palace itself, these little touches made Anne smile. Yet what made her happier still was the diversity of people she saw as they approached. Not just humans, but elves and dwarves, all well-fed, well-dressed, and smiling for their prince and his bride. It seemed as though Starkhaven was a more accepting place than she had been lead to believe in her youth.

A stern-faced man awaited them at the main door to the palace itself, bowing as they approached.

"This is my steward, Granger," Sebastian introduced the man. "Granger, may I present Lady Inquisitor Trevelyan."

"My lady." The steward bowed, no hint of a smile beneath the mustache that decorated his top lip.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Master Granger," Anne replied, inclining her head to the man.

He merely nodded in return, straightening to flick a look at the men on the door. Hands reached out to push open the great oak doors of Starkhaven palace, revealing a warm, sunlit courtyard bright with flowers and trees, shaded from the summer sun by the towering keep in the center.

Anne paused, drawing in a slow breath. This was truly the point of no return. By taking this step, by walking through these doors, she was committing herself fully to becoming the Princess of Starkhaven; to marrying a man she barely knew; to letting go of the Inquisition for good. It was daunting, and for a moment, she wavered, feeling loneliness beginning to crash down upon her.

Then Sebastian turned to her, his smile warm and inviting, and said three words that struck her to the heart.

"Welcome home, Anne."

#a convenient princess #dragon age fanfic #arranged marriage au #anne trevelyan #sebastian vael #varric tethras #fenris #leliana #jospehine #cullen rutherford #iron bull #chargers #arriving in starkhaven #first impressions

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October 2020 Devil May Cry News Updates

Someone mentioned in September’s news updates about how they don’t like visiting Deviantart due to what’s happened to it. So here’s the full list and links I’ll be sharing here that I’ve shared in the Deviantart journal so you don’t have to visit there.

Hey, how's it going? Hope everyone had a fun and safe Halloween. Here are this month's Devil May Cry related updates: 1. Asmus Toys has announced a devil Dante Qbitz figure up for preorder. 2. More promo images of Lady for the Pinnacle of Combat mobile game. 3. Rumours of a Devil May Cry 6 in the works are already surfacing. 4. Devil May Cry V getting a SSS pack, which contains a soundtrack, tshirt, and poster. b) Speaking of which, they haven't forgotten about releasing an official Vergil coat. c) Famitsu Interview regarding what may or may not happen in Special Edition. d) Other inclusions and exclusions of Special Edition regarding features, the official Vergil DLC release date, etc. 5. CapCom at one point released stamps to celebrate the 5th anniversary of the 1st Devil May Cry game. Someone got their hands on them. 6. 90 Day Fiance, featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series. 7. Interview of Kyo (aka RedgraveKyo) talking to the voice of Trish from DMC4, Danielle Burgio. 8. Some drama regarding how "casuals" and "elitists" react to different opinions of Devil May Cry 4 and V.

My Thoughts On These Updates:

1. That Qbitz figure's adorable. A friend of mine in my one Facebook group mentioned about how Asmus Toys announces all of these Qbitz figures, but no mention about a release date, which is frustrating. 2. As I mentioned in the previous roundup of updates, Yunchang Games really loves showing off more promo work than their actual work. They are nice images, but they could at least give small tidbits of updates about what's happening with this game. Last I heard, it is supposed to be fully released some time this year. Well, we still have another couple months before the year ends. The other thing I heard for why it's getting delayed again is because of the pandemic, and they're actually listening to feedback from their beta testers so they're fixing whatever they can to please the fans. 3. I'm not surprised that rumours about a Devil May Cry 6 is already in the works. Especially when this rumour is coming from DuskGolemn (aka AestheticGamer1). Sure that person has some history with CapCom, but it doesn't mean whatever comes out of this person's statuses are always 100% true. It's plausible since Devil May Cry V did so well with their sales and such, but I'm gonna be cautiously optimistic about this info given. 4. I feel like for CapCom's SSS pack, they should include a Vergil figure from Prime1Studio or Kotobukiya. Sure a soundtrack, tshirt, and poster are nice, but I feel like there should be more. b) Nice that they haven't forgotten about Vergil's official coat being available for purchase. Sucks that these official coats/jackets are so damn expensive. They're way more than a used or new car for crying out-loud. c & d) Sucks that we PS4, PC, and XboxONE players have to wait longer for the Vergil DLC, but better to be late than never. It's also too bad about Xbox Series S players, but I guess some technology does have their limits. I'm very curious as to what Special Edition has in store. I like how CapCom's not giving away too much info to make up for the mistakes they've made of releasing major spoilers in their trailers for the original game and DMC4. 5. I think I've heard about those stamps before. It's cool that CapCom does things like that. Japan gets really awesome gaming merch stuff...Even their advertisements are more entertaining than us westerners'. 6. Funny how a little tidbit of someone cosplaying as Dante pops up in a TV show. Wonder what was happening down there in San Diego with that guy? 7. I haven't checked out the interview, but it's cool how specific fans can interact with these voice actors to get some more details and such. If any of you watched it, and anything sticks out that seems interesting, don't be afraid to share your thoughts. 8. (Warning: Very long rant, brutal honesty, and swearing ahead)...It really sucks what's happening with the Devil May Cry fandom as of late...More people have been leaving the fandom because someone was trying to be "funny". I'm aware that these kinds of things also happen with other fandoms like Undertale, Bayonetta, etc. for these kinds of drama to occur. I'm just sick of people shitting on one another... Yes, there is good that happens in this fandom as well like fundraisers for good causes, fans supporting other fans, even chill folk that don't like to start drama (Like that wholesome status post I shared in the list of updates for example). My problem is how people are either living under a rock, or are being in denial with the problems that surface with this fandom. Let alone being hypocritical where they share an opinion regarding another opinion that they disagree with in a rude manner, then turn around and share something more positively eye-opening that's not so rude so they cover their tracks with their mistakes they've made before (Not sure if I worded this properly. Hope you get what I mean. One example is how one of the "elitists" mentioned about how "casual fans" are the most toxic people he's come across. Meanwhile he's complaining and whining in a toxic manner about PC players not getting Special Edition, then he turns around and shares that wholesome post about DMC4 players vs fans to make himself look good). I just want everybody to keep the peace with one another instead of being entitled, egotistical, self-centered, spoiled-rotten, hypocritical, idiots. The other issue this fandom is facing is content thieves. They've been on the rise for quite some time now, and people aren't doing a damn thing. I've been fighting with a few Facebook groups regarding this kind of act, but all they want is clout...Which is ridiculous if you ask me...I ask that if any of you see fan artists', screen captors', meme and mod creators', and cosplayers' content being posted where they state on their images or profiles that they don't want their content shared, or need permission to ask about their content being shared, message these artists or report the images. Even say something to these content thieves. As an artist who's had my stuff stolen before, I don't condone content theft... For those of you who know me in my Original Devil May Cry Sanctuary group on Facebook, and The Red Devil's Chronicles page on there as well, I always credit the content creators for their work, but I am also cautious on who wants their stuff posted or not. And as of late, I've pretty much stopped sharing others' fan art to respect these artists' wishes of not wanting their content shared without permission. If any of you want your stuff shared on the Facebook page, don't be afraid to let me know on here or there, I will give credit. I've been debating about whether to completely delete the fan art album on there and start anew. What do you guys think? As I've said, not all things are bad in the Devil May Cry fandom. We do have the good side of it, too. I'm hoping it gets better regarding that good side of it. It really sucks having to see stuff like this happen. But we good fans can change things for the better if we do something. This may come off as nerdy or cheesy, but as Alucard from Castlevania states in Symphony of The Night, "The only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing".

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Starcrossed Losers X (Josh Wheeler xReader)

A/N: How was your Christmas? Hopefully, it went better than Y/N’s day on this chapter lmao don’t forget to leave feedback! <3

Words: 4,947

Warnings: Injuries and swearing, feelings and stuff.

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Today I’m gonna tell you a little story about how I’m full of shit. Delicately divided into three parts for your enjoyment.

It’s pretty much all the same, the only thing that changes is the person.

Alex.

Josh.

Let’s start with the first part, shall we? Which is called:

Confusion.

Before the nuke, my life was as normal and sad as any random teenager would have it. I was a student with good parents who didn’t really understand me, but they tried. A sibling, friends, likings and feelings. It was the latter what caused me trouble.

Alex and I met in elementary school. He sat down next to me and we shared our undying love for Adventure Time and Treasure Planet. During years our friendship consisted on knowing all of our embarrassing stories, coping our answers on every test and a bunch of firsts. He was there when I got my first period, and I witnessed Alex’s first drunken night with friends.

It was when I talked to Maya that everything kind of started to fall apart.

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My ears are buzzing, I feel my eyes dry and irritated. I know I passed out although I don’t feel like I slept, if anything, I’m more tired than before. I try to push myself up but my wrist hurts and I’m not strong enough. I fall against a thin pillow and only then I look around.

There’s nothing but cages with teens, I recognize some from school. Judging by the smell, we are in Hoyles’ fabric. I was right, this was Baron Triumph’s home.

My hand pulsates as a reminder of how screwed I am.

‘Is it broken or is it just sprained?’ The light sucks in here, I can’t really tell how it looks so I inhale sharply, ‘Okay, then...’

I move my wrist slowly to one side and then the other. I feel pain, lots of pain. But I can move it, so chances are is not broken. As long as I don’t move, I’ll be fine. I struggle to sit with only one hand as support and notice my skates are missing and my knee has a huge bruise on it.

I know I’ll die.

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We were thirteen at the moment. It wasn’t like I knew right away that I liked Alex, I just got slightly upset every time he would hold hands with Amy and sad whenever he would cancel plans to hang out with her. You can imagine how betrayed I felt.

“You’re just jealous,” Maya sighs, laying upside down on my bed.

“Of who?” I ask in amusement, “I already told you, I don’t want a boyfriend.”

“You want Alex.”

I laugh, kicking her leg playfully.

“That’s a lie. And dumb,” I reply matter-of-factly, “he’s just my friend!”

“Exactly. Please, you’re too shy to admit you like him but we all know.”

“Liar,” I sing, “Alex and Amy are cute together and all, just annoys me that he doesn’t want to spend more time with us.”

“That doesn’t sound like you’re crushing at all,” She rolls her eyes, smirking.

“Shut up!” I complain, “that doesn’t mean I like him!”

It didn’t... right? I started to recapitulate all of our time together. Alex was a great boy. He was good to me and my family loved him, why was so weird to consider him as a possible love interest? Maybe Maya was right. I did like him and this was my way cope with it.

“Maya,” I say under my breath, “what if I do like him?”

“Oh my god,” She stands up abruptly, “you do!”

“What do I do?” I ask in horror, “I don’t wanna ruin it! He’s my best friend!”

“Who cares?” She replies, “It’s time you do something about it!”

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Something falls inside the bucket in front of me and I stand (with huge difficulty, since I only have one good hand and knee), when I get closer and grab a handful the smell grows stronger, so I drop the flakes on the ground in disgust.

“Am I supposed to eat this?” I ask out loud, “I’ll rather starve”

“You will,” Says a voice above me, “don’t be dramatic, Y/N. Eat up.”

I feel something close to panic when I recognize the voice.

“Maya?”

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After that I tried to understand what the fuck was going on. I couldn’t do anything until I knew my feelings for Alex.

You know how that turned out.

Nothing made sense, what was our friendship but something magical brought to me in order to end up with true romantic love, right? Well, I had opinions on that.

Our friendship was old as hell, Alex was constantly changing partners so you can tell why I was so against dating him. I decided that if my first love was going to hurt me, it would be anyone but Alex murphy.

Which takes us to the second part that I call:

That definitely isn’t love.

Let me tell you something, and I don’t mean to say this in order to make you sad, I do it so you’re not scared of going through the same thing (if you ever find yourself in a situation like this) and you can handle the shit like a champ.

Life will go on. Seriously, it hurts and oh, how tragic it is to lose someone so dear to your heart! But really, things like that will pass, and you’ll get through and life won’t even stop its course. You wanna know why? Cause it’s all so small, our tiny little lives won’t affect how the world moves outside our houses.

I know, that may sound awful, but to be honest, it’s also relieving. No matter how many mistakes you can make in your life, it won’t stop moving. That’s great, it means you won’t stop growing, you’ll get out of that hole sooner or later.

The feeling I got from that simple, chaste kiss with Alex confused my brain and got me all kinds of anxious about nothing. The only way I felt was guilty. I wanted to erase that moment from existence.

Okay, it was my fault too. I kissed him back, I didn’t know that was wrong until it was done! I told you already, I was confused as hell.

I had to quietly make my way out and go back to the way it used to be.

Then he broke up with Stuart and started to ask me if I wanted to go back to the old routine of watching movies together, or going to the mall only the two of us, just skipping school to spend time together... I happily accepted, thinking it was all platonic. The apocalypse came on the worst timing, we were part of a group that day by day became smaller until it was only the two of us.

I wanted to find my sister so badly that I left the thought aside to work with him as a team, then he had to ask me to leave town with him, start a new life together... Alex was holding on to an illusion that I knew it was bound to fail, so I put a hard stop to it. One that ended our friendship as well.

And that’s the reason why I ran away from him. My feelings couldn’t be reciprocated if I wanted to survive on this hell.

Sacrifices must be made when you’re facing the end of the world.

Then something amazing happened: I lived. I created a new life on my own, where I could do things my way and didn’t need any other person around. With the new life, my old wishes vanished, and so did my feelings for Alex, or anyone else who belonged with old, naive Vinchi.

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Which brings me to the present, where I’m on big denial about one little thing: I may not be the same girl, but I still have the same heart, along with the same feelings, memories, and grudges.

“You still won’t talk to me?”

“You still trying after three hours of ignoring you?” I scoff, “leave me alone, Maya.”

“You’re acting like a child! I thought you understood why I left you and Alex to join the Cheeramazons”

“I understand that we weren’t important to you in the first place,” I reply bitterly.

“God, Y/N. It’s not like I did it to get away from you. I wanted protection and to learn some badass skills. The Cheeramazons offered both and to be honest, it was worth it.”

“If they were so good at protecting their people, then why are you here?”

“I went out looking for adventure. You know me, I was never one to enjoy routines.”

“Sure.”

“You’re on your own?”

“On this cage? Yeah... In general? Well, I’m with some kids... remember Wesley Fists?”

“What?” I hear her snicker, “How did you two end up together?”

“It’s a long story... all Josh’s fault.”

“Little Josh with the big truck?”

“Uh, no. Wheeler. I did a project with him once, you know? He used to wave at me in the halls whenever we passed by..?”

“I don’t remember him at all.”

“I figured,” I sigh, “Where are you anyway?”

“Judging by where your voice sounds... I think I’m above your cage”

“Well, don’t get too attached to the sound of my voice, I’ll be out of here soon”

“Why, you’re actually planning on starving?” She inquires, “Did your brain turn Ghoulie?”

“Look, I have a sprained wrist and a swollen knee, I’m not going anywhere on my own... but I have a backup. If Josh and Wesley weren’t caught...”

“What happened with Alex? Is he with you too?”

“None of your business, quitter.”

“Come on, Y/N...”

“You left us. I’m not engaging in any fun chats with you. You weren’t that interest to be a part of our group since the beginning so I don’t even know why I’m mad about it, it was a matter of time”

I know I sound too hard. She was supposed to be my friend, though. Never looked back when she got bored from our little group like it was all child’s play. Now she acts like it’s all cool? Nothing is cool. Nothing at all. I’m about to get eaten!

“Look, I’m sorry-”

“Shut up”

“Don’t be rude, I’m trying to-”

“Shut up! Can you hear that?” I lean closer to the cage’s door and stay silent, Maya following my advice and listening to the hurried steps coming from the hall.

“You know where the keys are?” A voice that I know well emerges from the dark, “Where are we going?”

“Josh?” I stand up surprisingly fast, “Is that you?”

“Y/N!” I hear him rushing towards me and suddenly his face is inches away from mine, barely illuminated, “You’re here! I only saw Wesley when I woke up and I thought you were taken by the Jocks”

“How did you get out of your cage?” I ask with incredulity, “Who are you talking to if it’s not Wesley?”

“A girl got me out, I drop my tweezers and she found them”

“Then get me out!”

“I can’t, they’re broken,” He apologizes, “but I’m going to get the keys and I’ll get you out, I promise.”

“On your own? You’re gonna get killed”

“Triumph just left, I have time,” He points at my leg, “How’s your knee?”

“It hurts. I also hurt my wrist but I don’t know if that happened after the grenade or when I fell,” I wanna act like I’m not scared, but my anxiety is eating me alive, “Josh please don’t go alone, please don’t do it”

“I’ll come back,” He insists, “but if I don’t, I wanna tell you... you became someone important to me, Y/N. Please don’t blame yourself if things go wrong, it was my turn to help you, I owe it to you.”

And without giving me time to reply, Josh leaves.

“Josh Wheeler,” Maya speaks up again, “I remember him now. Blue eyes and a funny smile, right?”

“Yeah,” I frown, still looking at the hall where he disappeared “that’s my stupid Josh.”

“Your Josh?” She asks in a suggestive voice, “alright, I get it now.”

“You get what?”

“He’s your new Alex. I bet you’re always doing nice things to keep him in a good mood and he never gives back cause well, he doesn’t have to. Why would he? When you keep on giving things away for free. See, that’s the sort of stuff the Cheeramazons teach you to throw away, you don’t need boys to survive,” She states.

“He is not Alex,” I correct in irritation, “and I learned that on my own, thank you. It’s funny, you forgot to mention that I also did a lot of things to keep you happy.”

“Is that supposed to help your case?” She sighs, “I know you’re hurt for what I did to you but you won’t stop having your heart broken if you keep doing the same things”

“Joke’s on you, I already fixed that shit up,” I keep my eyes fixed on the hall, “Josh is just a friend.”

You and I know that isn’t true. Yet, is not a lie either.

Josh is just a friend, I have it under control. All I need is to keep it to myself, no accidental kissing or falling into each other’s arms anymore. I don’t have feelings fighting to come out. I’m not thinking about how Josh said I was important to him.

Which takes us to part three:

Why don’t you just kick me in the face? It hurts less, thank you.

Ah, the pleasure it brings us to finally be free from inner guilt.

This part doesn’t have a flashback, cause you already read this part. I told Josh the story. Alex and I weren’t right together so I let him go. It hurt like a bitch but now he’s far away and I can be at peace now. I control my life.

How? For starters, if I meet a cute, nice guy like Josh, I step back and stay as friends and Boom! Problem solved. I figured my life out, I have nothing to be afraid of. I conquered.

...

You know I’m lying, don’t you?

You know what, there’s no way I’ll get myself out of this. I’ll let the action roll.

“I think your buddy Josh got eaten by Triumph,” Maya mentions like she’s talking about the weather, “it’s time you accept it.”

“Honestly, it’s time you stop talking,” I reply with indifference, “you don’t know him”

“And I never will,” She snorts.

I’m about to reply when I hear screams coming from the entrance and I finally see Josh sprinting back towards the cages. Triumph is following him, when he gets closer I realize is not Hoyles.

“Principal Burr?” I inquire in mild disappointment, but calmer than before “okay then, Josh can totally survive to that”

“Don’t be so sure about it, Vinchi,” Maya adds, “Burr is not a common human anymore.”

“Shhh! I can’t hear what they’re saying!”

Josh is trying to convince the principal to let us go, he walks towards the tubes in the middle of the fabric and I can’t see what’s going on. Burr is not touched by the speech, he says he didn’t kill Sam, and my heart skips a beat.

“Sam Dean?” Maya asks above me, “she’s dead?”

“It happened two days ago,” I whisper, “that’s the whole reason why we came, cause Josh wanted to avenge her death...”

“Why would he do that?”

“He was dating her.”

“Oh,” A second of silence, “really? Him?”

“He’s not that bad,” I retort immediately.

“Sure, whatever you say...” She mumbles.

I say something under my breath that is mostly an insult, then an idea comes to mind.

“Maya, you can see what’s happening?”

“Kinda”

“Where are they?”

“Inside the big tubes...”

She narrates the whole thing while I also half-listen to the argument they’re having. She stops for what it feels like an eternity and the kids around us start to scream.

“Kill him!”

“He’s gonna do it,” Maya murmurs.

And I don’t know what to feel, cause I never thought Josh would get this close to his goal. Although now it’s different, Burr didn’t kill Sam. Would he kill him anyway? I’m not defending Burr, by the way! He still ate a bunch of kids. Just saying that If he does this, he will certainly disappoint Wesley.

He would be saving tons of children, though. In my opinion, he could cut him in half and still be a good person.

I hear Josh scream and the sound of his sword against metal.

“Holy shit, is he dead?” I ask.

“I don’t... I can’t tell- he’s moving a lot...” Maya complains.

A few others seconds of silence, then Burr’s voice.

“You missed.”

“Holy shit, he’s alive,” I gasp.

And with that, I mean both of them.

“No. I didn’t,” Josh replies.

The machinery starts to work all of a sudden and I feel my stomach tensing with fear.

What are they doing?

“Where are they?” I ask urgently, “Tell me!”

But just as I finish the sentence I hear steps... and the sound of keys being shaken in the air.

“He got the keys!” Maya screams excitedly, “The son of a bitch did it! We’re free!”

“What about Burr?” I question.

“He locked him up inside the tubes!”

The sound of chains falling and doors clicking is like music to my ears. I hear Maya running out of her cage only to see her appearing in front of me with a wild smile on her face. She hasn’t changed that much, her hair is shorter and her clothes are not the same, but she’s still the hyperactive girl I used to know.

“Good to see you, Vinchi.”

“Hi,” I reply, “be good and get me out of here”

She calls over to the kid that is opening cage by cage and I’m finally free. Maya gives me a tight hug that I return unsure.

“This is great! You can come with me now, become a Cheeramazon!”

“What?” I pull away.

“I can see you’ve toughened up these last few months, they’ll definitely take you in!”

“I don’t want to be a Cheeramazon,” I frown.

I’m still barefoot, but I’m hoping I can find something to wear before I leave.

“Y/N it’s the best choice,” She replies, “come on, we can be part of the same tribe just like before! You and I, the classic duo we used to be...”

“I’m tired of old times,” I answer, “I'm a different person. I don’t do duos anymore.”

“Vinchi...” She pouts.

There, another friendship that dies.

Maybe I could’ve tried to convince her to go with me instead. However, I never got to finish that conversation, cause right at that moment, I heard Josh’s voice.

“Y/N?” He asks loudly, “Y/N, where are you?”

“Josh!” I limp as fast as I can towards his voice, “Josh, I’m right here!”

“Y/N?!” His voice gets clearer as I walk further into the mass, “Where are you?!”

He’s standing right in front of me, a few feet ahead. I run over to him, ignoring the way my knee feels about it. Josh turns around just in time to catch me when I jump in for a hug.

“I’m with you!” I say breathless, trying to keep my wrist away from any harm, softly supported around his neck, “You did it! You saved us!”

“I promised, didn’t I?” His smile is as big as mine, and we’re so close I can see the freckles the sun has left on the bridge of his nose.

He pulls away and turns slightly, pointing at something hanging from his hip.

“I saw them out there...” I look down and I see my skates, all clean and looking good as new, “thought you might want them back”

“What the hell?” I exclaim, “You’re the best!”

Impulsive as usual, I go for another hug, this time kissing his cheek in the process. When I notice my mistake I pull back but Josh keeps me in place, now I’m self-conscious and probably all red.

“Am I a shitty partner still?” He smirks.

Someone accidentally hits my hand and I whimper, hugging it tightly against my chest.

“Crap, I forgot...”

Josh’s smile vanishes immediately changing to a worried expression.

“Let’s go back to the mall, you need help”

“And I’m starving”

Josh chuckles, nodding.

“And will get you something to eat”

He gives me the skates and I hold them with my good hand, walking towards the exit.

I start to feel a bit hopeful about what the future could bring to us, Josh and me. I can’t lie to myself after this, you saw the whole thing, right? It’s obvious. Josh is not my new Alex for one simple reason: I don’t have a crush on Alex anymore.

I am, however, totally crushing on stupid Josh.

Just when I decide to come into terms with my new realization, it happens:

Someone walks in front of me and immediately catches my eye. How couldn’t, when I thought I would never see that back again for the rest of my life?

“Alex..?”

I drop my skates, an urgent need to run away as far as I can winning over my common sense. This can’t be happening, this can’t be Alex. He's gone. He’s supposed to be away in New York living his best life or something.

But the boy turns around and it’s the same eyes I’ve known since I was a kid.

“Y/N?” He’s not totally glad to see me. The frown on his face tells me he is just as stunned as me, few terrible seconds pass where we don’t know what to do.

Josh is the one who talks first.

“Hold on,” He turns to me, “is he..?”

“An old friend from Highschool, yes,” I look at him with wide eyes, pleading ‘Keep your mouth shut!’ “like Maya.”

“Maya’s also here?” He asks loudly, and since I’m the luckiest girl alive, Maya is nearby to hear us.

“That’s me,” She sees the boy in front of us, “oh my god, Alex?”

“Maya?” Alex’s eyes light up, “You’re okay!”

“How did you end up here?!” She walks up to him and gives him a tight hug.

“Uh, Y/N,” Josh whispers beside me, “What is happening?”

“I think I died when that grenade exploded,” I respond overwhelmed.

“I came back like a month ago,” Alex replies, hugging her with the same animosity, then he looks right at me, “I left some unfinished business behind.”

Oh, that’s great. First, everyone leaves and now they all want to make up for it. To go back and be the best friends we used to be. Well, I’m sorry I think I lost the part where that was my problem.

“We can help you!” Maya assures him, completely misunderstanding his comment, “Vinchi and I, like the good old days”

“Vinchi?” Josh questions.

“Y/N,” Maya looks at him with a judgy expression, “you’re her friend but you don’t know her nickname?”

“No one calls me that,” I cross my arms, wincing after accidentally pulling the muscle in my wrist, “not anymore, at least. I never told him.”

“But you love it,” She frowns, “everyone calls you that.”

“Everyone who used to call me that is gone,” I say, “you two are the only ones left and I’m kindly asking you to not include me on your mission. I have to go back to my friends.”

“We are your friends, Y/N” Alex replies.

“I meant my most recent friends,” I pick up the skates from the floor and nudge Josh, “let’s go, Angelica must be worried.”

“Y/N, are you sure?” Josh asks under his breath. When I don’t reply, he grabs me by the shoulder and turns my body to face him, “listen I know you feel like you have to stay because I told you we needed you, but you’re free to go with them if you want. They’re your best friends after all and I know Alex... I know how hard it was on you to be alone.”

I can’t tell exactly what he’s thinking right now and that frustrates me. His expression tells me he’s hurt, I just don’t know if it is because he thinks I’m seconds away from leaving or because he’s nervous that I’ll blame him if I stay.

“I don’t want to go, Josh,” I reach for his hand with the one that is holding my skates and brush it lightly, “I tried to leave before and something always stopped me from doing so. That has to mean something, I feel like my place is at the mall with all of you.”

“Y/N?” Maya speaks up, “You’re coming?”

“No,” I turn to face her, “I’m going with Josh.”

“Josh?” Alex looks at the boy next to me but he doesn’t seem to understand that I’m talking about him, “gay Josh or other gay Josh?”

“My Josh,” I point to my friend, “just... Josh.”

“Alright then,” Maya scoffs, “then we go too.”

“What?” I ask in alarm.

“Josh was telling the rest of the kids to follow him,” She smirks, “I hope you don’t mind, Vinchi.”

“Really?” I look at Josh, clenching my jaw. I’m unable to crush his arm with my hand since it’s injured and the other is occupied. He tries to apologize without speaking, but puppy eyes won’t work on me today, “We better get going then”

“Yeah,” He looks at me, begging for forgiveness, “we should... uh- your hand needs to...”

“Just move,” I grumble, walking past Alex and Maya with Josh calling out Wesley’s name to join us.

Full of shit I am, cause during all the way back I avoid looking over to Alex and Maya, despite saying I was over my past.

I’m full of shit when Josh asks me if I need help and I tell him no, even though I’m barefoot and I keep stepping on rocks on accident cause it’s too dark outside. Without mentioning I just admitted to myself that I’m crushing on him and now I don’t know what will I do to keep it a secret when Angelica looks for any excuse and watches me closely to see if she’s right.

And Josh? Well, he avenged Sam’s death... kinda. I don’t know if that’s enough to calm his nerves or if he’ll keep going until he’s done killing every bad guy on Glendale, which are too many to count. I don’t even know if he’s interested in me the same way I am.

What am I saying? Of course he’s not! He spent six months of his life on this goose chase and I’m expecting that suddenly he feels something for me just because I saved his life once? Ugh, I'm not even sure if I’ll actually stay permanently at the mall...

“Hey! We’re home!” Josh exclaims as soon as we step inside the mall, “So I brought some friends... Cool if they crash here?”

“Fuck to the no!” I’m surprised to see Eli outside of his side of the mall, “How many times do I gotta say-?”

Angelica puts a taser against his neck and electrocutes him on the spot, pushing him so he falls flat on the ground.

“Yeah. It’s cool, I guess” She replies.

“Angelica!” I blurt out, walking towards Eli, “Don’t do that ever again!”

She ignores me, already rushing over to Josh and Wesley to receive them with a hug and excitedly welcome the kids that surround her. I’m happy for her, this must be nice considering how she spent most of her life alone.

“Your hand is bad,” Crumble states, kneeling beside me, “worms won’t fix it”

“I know,” I sigh, turning Eli face-up with my good hand and Crumble’s help, “I’ll fix it, don’t worry”

“Let me do it,” Alex crouches down and carries Eli to the bench behind us, laying him there.

“Thanks,” I mumble.

“It’s alright,” I can see by the corner of my eye that he’s looking at me, “listen, I came here to apologize. Things shouldn’t have ended that way between us. We were best friends...”

“Yeah, we were,” I punctuate, “you don’t have to be sorry. I’ve changed, I don’t need your words, I have a new life.”

“I see,” He looks away for a moment, his eyes finding Josh and Wesley, “How did you end up forming a group with them?”

“Accidents happen,” I shrug, “Josh brought me here. To be honest, I was doing fine on my own but I... I don’t know, I like it here.”

“I see that too,” He smiles, but it has a bitter undertone in it, “don’t worry. I’ll leave again tomorrow.”

“Stay,” I sigh in defeat, “it would be selfish to ask you otherwise, the mall belongs to all of us”

“You’re okay with that?” He frowns.

“Do it for the good old days,” I give him a small smile, “What’d you say?”

“It’s fine by me,” He nods, smiling back.

I don’t know how to end the conversation and I don’t have to think a lot about it, because Josh soon appears holding a stack of bandages.

“Hi,” He smiles openly at us and points to what he’s holding, “time to take care of you”

“Okay,” I raise my eyebrows, “sure...”

“See you later Y/N,” Says Alex, then he nods to Josh, “Wheeler...”

Taglist.

@letsbloodmagic @hollywaterpls

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rankdisasster · 4 years

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william-hargroves here! 5 facts or headcannons for punch-drunk love 🥰

a/n: masterlist is in my bio if anyone wants to know what this comes from. I don’t even know how to do tiny headcanons I’m way too extra for them but I freaking LOVE you dude!!!!!! still working on the sequel for this too. anyone can send me a fic of mine they’d like more scenes from in my ask !

5 extra scenes to punch-drunk love:

1.) When The Breakfast Club first came out his senior year, Billy got dragged to the theatre by his little sister to go see it. The little redhead was beaming with excitement over her crush on Andrew Clark and the fact that it was a John Hughes masterpiece.

Her brother, however, complained the entire drive AND trailers about how pointless and typical teen movies are. They’re far from his preference. If there wasn’t a sex scene with a hot girl or gore and violence then he just wasn’t interested, plain and simple.

But as the movie progressed, the characters started to get to know eachother in their little circle, smoking pot and bonding over how much they hate themselves and their lives; he couldn’t deny he was thinking of all the good times you two shared in detention or Saturday school too. He totally pictured you being the Molly Ringwald to his Bender. Kissing and adoring you before graduating when the days spent in solitary were over. Maybe you’d even give him one of your shiny dainty earrings just like Molly did. Then afterwards he’d dramatically throw his fist in the air in triumph like Bender.

He keeps the tears that welled up away from Max so she couldn’t see by the end credits. He didn’t ever admit it but he went to see Breakfast Club at least another four times by himself.

2.) It was kinda but kinda not a secret that you were a sly troublemaker. Billy asked the day he got to talking with you why you were even in here, weirdly a lot like how inmates in prison talk about their sentences. You’d been coy when he asked, but he knew you were guilty at least of drawing dicks on the desks and sticking a thumbtack upside down on Kaminsky’s swivel chair before he sat down. He ended up taking a week off to heal his ass that had been stabbed. Billy totally gave you a high five after that one.

3.) Sometimes Kaminsky would take naps while “watching” over you both, and it was his fault for being foolish enough to make himself so vulnerable in front of two delinquents that loved creating chaos just for the sake of chaos. Billy would share contests with you on who got to fuck with him the most before he wakes up. You’d always win that trophy of course. You even got away with plugging his nose while he snored with his head back and feet propped up to the cluttered desk. Mastered the art of batting your eyes and looking all innocently pretty, getting away with much more than Billy ever could.

4.) Billy would blow spitballs at you with a laugh while you’d flip him off and try dodging his attacks. Sometimes you two would also take turns drawing each other pictures to waste time. He drew you his best Picasso-esque illustration of boobs and skulls. You’d giggle at the dirty joke before it was your turn. Playing hangman or patty cake in sheer boredom too. One time he even let you paint his nails black. Billy couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look badass, and he got better at it the more you taught him how to stay in the lines of his fingernails. He asked for your pink colored polish one time and didn’t give a fuck about any of the weird side-eyed looks he got from his dad or superficial friends. Because you said so yourself that it was hot if a guy was in touch with his feminine side and the courage it took to break the norms of being masculine, he didn’t stop.

5.) Billy always gets fucked up and does shit he regrets at every get together with Tommy’s place being their playground. Deliriously partying on a usual Friday and fiercely losing track of how many he’d had that night, he saw you sipping punch in the corner hiding from the rest of the crowd.

Billy approached you with what he thought to be smooth, irresistible seduction, which, to be frank without any drunk goggles on... was a sloppy slurring mess. His opening line was even “what’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this” before hiccuping. You’d been stunned by him even noticing you outside of detention, raising a brow while taking small careful sips from the red solo cup.

He spouted more nonsense about you, the pranks you always pulled, and Molly Ringwald. Confused yet still entertained, you noticed his eyes at one point resting a second too long to be considered a blink and his speech slowing down even more. So you took him to the couch and tucked him in with a mountain of blankets smothering every inch of him. The drunk disaster that was hardly making sense anymore had whined when you wouldn’t cuddle with him. He just pouted to himself before snatching a nearby pillow and drooling on it in a drunken sleep. You didn’t know you’d ever hear him say the things he said while that fucked in the head with booze, but you were wrong when the phone rang one particular night a few months later.

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super carried away and lost in this, but SEND MORE OF MY FICS YOU WANT EXTRA SCENES OF ! I WEIRDLY LOVED DOING THIS

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tigerlover16-uk-2 · 4 years

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Quick note to Pokemon fans

You know, about two months ago or so, I saw someone on Twitter ranting about Sword and Shield, and as an aside they commented on how "Sad" it was that the games would be some children's first Pokemon games.

This struck a very personal nerve with me for reasons I'll get to, and I made a snappy tweet of my own in response to it and was going to write up a quick post here about why it bothered me.

I decided not to because after being distracted for a bit, I felt like I didn't have the energy to bother with it after.

Something that happened last night made me decide to go ahead with it.

A tweet was going around recounting a story from reddit about how a fan saw a teenager bullying his kid sister for being excited for the games, straight up telling her she was a bad person for supporting a bad product and making her cry.

The girl apparently had a scorbunny plush with her, and the fan who saw this happening speculated that she was just getting into Pokemon, and these games might even be the first new ones her parents were going to buy for her.

Needless to say, I was disgusted and outraged. Not even just because of how cruel and selfish it is to behave in such a manner to a small child, this story resonated with me in a personal way because, honestly... I've seen this sort of thing before.

I've said before I grew up with the Star Wars Prequel Trilogy and the 3D era Sonic the hedgehog games (and media based on them like Sonic X). I loved them both growing up, and Sonic in particular meant the world to me for many years...

Which made it really disheartening to see the visceral hate they got from people online, accusing these things of "ruining" those respective franchises and those older fans own childhoods.

I've seen people called stupid, tasteless or "not real fans" for defending them, a general condescending attitude to every little detail of modern entries in the franchises, and an insistence that people like me who liked them were just innocent fools who were in denial because we didn't know any better.

"You only like them because you don't know what REAL Star Wars/Sonic is like"

I was rather stupid and reserved as a kid, rather depressed and isolated for a lot of my teenage years. I wasn't very critically discerning, so I never knew how to argue in defense of things that I liked. So needless to say, it felt really disheartening and alienating to see a lot of people treat the things that I liked and which resonated with me as so over the top horrible and the bane of some supposedly glorious triumphs of cinema and gaming that I'd missed out on.

There were people who felt differently and shared my appreciation back then, sure, but it sure felt like I wasn't welcome in a lot of fandom spaces.

I'm lucky to say I was never personally bullied by the more obnoxious older fans (I didn't really talk to people online until about a decade ago, and only through private messages on one website at that for a while), but I did hear stories of it, especially with Star Wars.

And the sheer negativity and cynicism from so many people did get me down and feel like maybe I was just stupid and in the wrong. And considering how part of this coincided with my teenage years (some of the worst of my life), it really got me down and took me years to start feeling confident in my own feelings on both franchises again.

Going back to Pokemon now: it's okay to be upset about the National Dex issue in Sword and Shield. It's okay to be disappointed with the overall presentation of the games and a lot of Game Freak's creative choices, and the business decisions that result in several of these problems like the yearly release schedule.

It's encouraged to complain about things like that to a reasonable amount, constructive criticism is necessary. Things don't change for the better if people stay silent all the time or everyone becomes too complacent. I think the whole situation with Sonic's design in the upcoming live action movie is a good demonstration of criticism being a necessity.

I am certainly not without my criticisms and concerns.

But don't ever forget... these games are meant for children. And around the world, there are children who are going to be playing Sword and Shield as some of their first Pokemon games, if not their very first.

There are going to be kids for whom Sword and Shield are a big part of their formative experiences with the franchise, and that'll influence how they view it. There are going to be kids who grow up loving Scorbunny and Sobble and Grookey and a bunch of the other new Pokemon and characters as much as we all loved Charmander and squirtle and bulbasaur and all the rest.

There are going to be kids who's favourite Pokemon games are Sword and Shield.

That doesn't mean you can't complain about them. That doesn't mean you have to pretend to like them, or consider them good. It doesn't mean you can't be cynical about the direction of the franchise if you don't like where it's heading.

But you absolutely should respect those children and their right to still enjoy modern Pokemon freely and openly.

Don't be like that stupid teenager. Don't be condescending and dismissive of people's enjoyment of Sword and Shield, or treat them like they're part of a problem for having fun with a simple video game.

And beyond that... don't ever let me catch you going "Oh, the poor kids, growing up with the worst Pokemon games" or anything like that. Because buddy: you don't care about children. Not really.

You're angry on behalf of yourself and other older fans who are more clearly effected by Dexit and the other controversies. You're just using children as a shield to make your complaints sound noble.

I've no doubt there are plenty of kids who are disappointed with the Dex cut like all of you. But the kids who aren't, the ones that are getting into the series just now, and are going to grow up to view Sword and Shield fondly: they're not going to want your fake pity any more than I did.

Because I did eventually watch the original Star Wars movies and play some of the first 3 Sonic games to see what "REAL Star wars" and "REAL Sonic" were. And you know what?

Wasn't impressed.

It was all fine, but I liked my childhood better anyway, and I'm sorry I was ever dumb and insecure enough to let a bunch of joyless, angry crybabies on the internet convince me I should be embarrassed and ashamed of myself for liking what I got into the franchises through.

Be disappointed and critical all you want. Roll your eyes at adults who are being blatant boot lickers and trying to write off any and all criticism as just baseless hate. People like that are as silly as the genuinely toxic haters and are fair game.

But leave children out of all this, guys. Don't let them grow up thinking that they're a problem or that it's wrong to enjoy the new Pokemon games even if they do have problems.

#Pokemon Sword and Shield #pokemon #Game Freak

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scaredofheroin · 4 years

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Captain N - Chapter 3: It’s Dangerous To Go Alone

Pushing the large doors of Peach's Castle open, Captain N feels a new invigoration within him as he looks over the horizon. The sunlight on his face and the breeze brushing across his skin felt new in no way these senses ever had before. The rolling green hills, the almost cloudless blue sky, the hills in the distance formed in the shape of upside-down U's, the few birds flying around through the open air, the small mushroom-shaped houses. A completely new, unknown world packed to the brim with adventure and discovery. For the first time in his life, Captain N felt truly alien. By his side is a bird-pilot, a winged angel wielding a bow, and a magic Princess from a faraway kingdom. Behind the grand, wooden doors he just exited are currently a stern, stone-faced God of thunder, a gentle, angelic Goddess of light, and a bright and pink Princess of this kingdom. And the vehicles! While on his home world, Captain N's species have been limited mainly to cars and trucks, but within fifteen minutes of his arrival, he's seen a spaceship a fraction of the space shuttles of Earth, and mighty airships carrying immeasurably powerful armaments. Within a couple hours, Captain N has seen more impossibilities made possible than ever before in his entire, eighteen-year life. And to top it all off: the prophecy. This great revelation planted a swirling storm of emotions deep inside the newly dubbed hero. While he's finally achieved the level of greatness and importance he's desired for so long, it came packaged with more responsibility than he's ever held before. From hereon out, the lives of countless innocent men, women and children are counting on Captain N triumphing over an evil force he's only just been introduced to. Bowser, King K. Rool and King Dedede, and the armies they command. Gazing into the distance, Captain N imagines what else he could discover in this strange, new world named Yamajiro. Adventure will lurk around every corner, as will danger. He'll be thrust into more life-threatening situations than ever before, more risk than he could ever have imagined he would ever be trapped in. But at least he won't be alone. Looking to his three newfound allies, Pit radiated a positive determination to save the day, Falco seemed slightly bitter and ready to face the evils of Yamajiro head-on, and Princess Zelda displays a readiness to escape the confines of the castle and help in changing the world for the better.

"Are you ready, Captain?" Zelda asked, snapping Captain N's wandering mind back to the present.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He responded, fearing his nervousness seeping out of his words.

"Right, first stop: The warp zone!" Pit announced, pointing to a nonspecific point in the distance.

Captain N could hear Falco grumble about not being able to get to New Leaf Town in his trusty Arwing, but fortunately didn't complain to the group. Pit didn't seem to notice, however, and led the group on with determination. Zelda and Falco followed directly behind Pit, with Captain N in the back, still taking in the foreign scenery. Few conversation was shared as the group trekked through the grassy plains, eventually going through a small town of mushroom-shaped houses. Looking back, it concerned Captain N a slight bit more to see Peach's Castle, a symbol of fortitude and currently occupied by the two powerful deities Palutena and Raiden, shrink further into the distance. Not wanting to sink further into worry, he turned his attention to the strange houses. Some of the houses were only a single story, with the roof replaced with a red mushroom cap with white dots, while other houses were two stories tall. As Pit led the group through the town center, a small marketplace could be seen, but what was noticeably absent from the entire town were actual townspeople.

"So... what happened to everyone?" Captain N asked, breaking the silence.

Zelda sighed forlornly before turning to answer him.

"Once the airship raids began, the Toad people were evacuated to other, safer places, from New Donk City to the Kanto region. Fortunately, only the castle was targeted by the airships, but panic ensued nonetheless." She explain to Captain N, the slight waver in her voice illuminating that the memory is still a sore spot for her.

"Some of the braver Toads stayed behind to help Princess Peach, Raiden and Lady Palutena in any way they could." Pit added on, his voice more chipper in comparison. "Falco, Princess Zelda and I would do what we could, as well, but now that you're here, we could do a lot more good than wait around and wait for Bowser and crew to show their ugly faces!"

"Hey, uh, that reminds me: ...who are you all?" Captain N nervously asked, addressing the elephant in the room. With the group realizing that this was a good question to ask, the three turned to face him.

"Well, you already know that my name's Pit, but I'm also the captain of Lady Palutena's royal guard!" Pit announced, taking pride in his title. It did sting Captain N a little that Pit actually earned the title of captain, rather than taking it because it sounds cool. "I mainly use this here bow, but I'm proficient with pretty much any other weapon out there!"

"Name's Falco, currently the best pilot on this whole planet and I used to be with Star Fox squadron before they... vanished. Now I've just got my Arwing, my blaster, and my wits." Falco spoke up, leaning against a nearby light post. "You've got us too, you know!" Pit noted eagerly. Falco simply shrugged and responded with "Yeah, I guess so.". Zelda rolled her eyes a bit before introducing herself.

"And I am Zelda, Princess of the kingdom of Hyrule and ancestor of the mortal incarnation of the Goddess Hylia." Zelda introduced herself in a very curt and proper manner. With everyone properly introduced and their importance made known, Captain N felt even more out of place. His footing suddenly felt uneasy as the three pairs of eyes turned to him. "Why don't you introduce yourself to us?" Zelda suggested. Captain N's mouth felt dry, trying to figure out what best to say to make himself sound worthy of the prophecy.

"Well... my name's Peter Lavancha, and, uh... I'm... Captain N." was the best he could do, adding a slight shrug to the end of his sentence. Falco snickered to himself, Pit raised an eyebrow and Zelda seemed more confused to anything else. "...Is that it?" Zelda asked, prodding further. "...Kind of, yeah." Captain N meekly replied. "That can't be it! You're the chosen one for a reason! Are you good at fighting or good with weapons?" Pit asked, hoping to alleviate the awkwardness. This failed however, as Captain N shook his head in response. "You some kinda tech whiz, or know how to pilot? You had that weird car back there." Falco noted, referring to Captain N's currently wrecked car. "Not really, everyone my age can do that." He replied, with slight shame in his voice. "Perhaps you're a dedicated leader? Someone who can inspire people towards a common goal?" Zelda asked, eliciting only a "No, sorry" from Captain N. "Have you at least been in a fight?" Falco asked Captain N. In response, all he got was an embarrassed "...No". Falco leered at Pit, silently saying "THIS guy's gonna save the planet?". But before Falco could verbally make a snarky comment, Zelda spoke up once more.

"Well, then, if you're not currently a warrior, then surely you could become one along your journey. The weapon you're holding means you're the one who can defeat Bowser, Dedede and K. Rool." Zelda insisted, motioning to the laser pistol Captain N was holding. He wasn't feeling brave enough to stick it in his pocket yet. Captain N nodded in agreement, eyeing the pistol. "...Yeah, destiny can't be wrong, can it?" He replied, feeling a bit more upbeat. "That's the spirit!" Pit cheered, grateful the mood's lightened. Captain N eyed a road sign a good distance away from him before getting an idea. "I should get comfortable with using this thing, right?" He noted, raising the pistol and aiming at the sign. Holding his breath, he closed his left eye, looked down the sights, pulled the trigger, and a flash of light later, there was a small blast mark singed on the upper right corner, not the center he was aiming for. Captain N felt thrown off by the complete lack of recoil when he shot the pistol, due to there being no kinetic force involved in shooting lasers.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get plenty of time to practice soon." Falco noted, unimpressed with Captain N's lack of marksmanship. "For sure!" Pit added. Captain N only sighed to himself, hoping he'd do a little better. Turning back to the group, he examined the pistol further. "I think I'll call it the Zapper." He declared, admiring how the sun gleamed on its shiny surface. "You can name it whatever you want, but we really should be getting to New Leaf Town." Falco reminded him. Hastily nodding, Captain N joined Falco and Zelda in following Pit to the warp zone.

The group hike continued past the town and through the same green hills, with Captain N being too preoccupied taking in the scenery to converse with his teammates, as well as still feeling too out of place to consider them more than co-workers. Eventually, a group of large, green pipes sticking out of the ground came into view, with a vacant tollbooth in front of the pipes and signs next to each pipe. "Here we are!" Pit announced, turning back to the three others. "So... what do these do?" Captain N asked Pit. "Oh, right! It's simple, you just jump into one of them and it'll take you to where you want to go!" Pit explained. "...That's it?" Captain N asked. "That's it! Simple as that!" Pit answered.

Zelda walked over to the pipes, reading the signs. Falco idly looked inside the tollbooth, finding nothing of note. Captain N followed Zelda, getting a better look at the pipes. Despite how closely he looked, they were just big, green pipes. Apart from their sheer size, nothing stood out about them. They were smooth to the touch, so either they're made of some tough material or they get cleaned regularly. "Found it! Come here!" Zelda announced, motioning towards a specific pipe. Pit, Captain N and Falco quickly gathered, where Captain N noticed the sign read "To New Leaf Town". "I'll go first!" Pit declared, shooting up in the air and diving down into the pipe before anyone could object. A strange gulping sound accompanied Pit descending into the pipe, which made Captain N even more uneasy. "Looks like Cap here's got some cold feet, so I'll get going." Falco stated, climbing up the pipe and then diving down into it, the same gulping sound coming from the pipe. Captain N was left awkwardly standing with Zelda, wanting to go ahead, but not so sure about it. "...I'll go next." Captain N eventually spoke up, still standing in place. Zelda moved to look Captain N in the eyes, clearly concerned. "I completely understand your situation, Peter. I can't imagine how lost and alone you must feel, but I assure you we will be here to guide you on this quest." She spoke, sympathizing with him. Captain N nodded, climbed up the pipe, summoned the nerve to stick the Zapper in his right pocket, and after saying a silent prayer to himself, he jumped down.

The descent down into the warp pipe was incredibly rapid, and soon Captain N's view was pitch-black. The gulping sound only repeated three times, and after that the only sound to accompany the venture through the pipe was the air rushing past his ears. The further down he went, the colder the air around him became. He tried not to panic, being trapped in this seemingly never-ending pipe. Captain N closed his eyes and tried to send his mind to a more pleasant place. But before he could decide to focus on either his Middle School graduation or his last trip to the beach, the air around him suddenly became much warmer, the three gulping sounds ringed once more, and Captain N shot out of the pipe, falling on the dirt in front of the pipe. Thankfully, the Zapper had remained in his pocket throughout his little expedition, and hadn't been shot either. Taking a moment to adjust his eyes to the sudden sunlight and making sure which direction was down, Captain N carefully stood up, finding Falco and Pit standing close by.

"I'd give that a 3, what do you think, Pit?" Falco remarked. Pit shook his head, frowning at Falco.

"It was his first time using a warp pipe, I think he did great!" Pit shot back.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah! He could've vomited!"

Before they could keep going, Zelda emerged from the pipe, landing much more gracefully than Captain N. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" She asked Captain N. In response, he mulled over the overall experience briefly before concluding that, yes, all things considered, it could have been worse. Nodding in agreement, Captain N removed the Zapper from his pocket and joined Zelda, Pit and Falco on the small hill nearby. The view from the grassy hill revealed a steep decline, with a small town visible in the distance. "That's New Leaf Town, we'll find Simon Belmont there." Zelda informed Captain N.

"Wait, so who's Simon Belmont and how do we know he's here?" Captain N asked the group.

"Simon Belmont is a famous vampire hunter, who's defeated Dracula tons of times before!" Pit replied eagerly, turning to face Captain N.

"Dracula? Really?" Captain N asked, surprised by hearing a familiar name for the first time since arriving.

"Yup! Why, is he in your home world too?"

"...Kind of. Back where I'm from, he's a fictional book character."

"Well, here he's the real deal, so you better watch yourself." Falco warned.

"As for how we know he's here, Simon is a common visitor to New Leaf Town, and his arrival is commonly followed with a delivery of copious amounts of steak. Deliveries to New Leaf Town must pass through the Mushroom Kingdom first, and we found a large amount of raw steak in the most recent delivery, a few days ago." Zelda further explained. "How can Dracula be defeated more than once? I'm really confused." Captain N asked further. "Dracula can be revived after a period of time, so it's likely we'' run into him in Castlevania if we're not careful. Now, Castlevania's exact location can be difficult to determine, but again, it will be made simpler with Simon's aid." Zelda answered. Falco was leaning against a nearby tree, clearly impatient to keep going and get to town.

"I'm sorry if I'm asking a lot of questions." Captain N apologized meekly. "Hey, no worries! This is all new to you! It's good you're with us!" Pit interjected, with Zelda nodding in agreement. "Besides, there has to be a point where you're not asking questions." Falco snarked over his shoulder. "Save your comments, Lombardi." Zelda shot at him. "Whatever, let's just get going." Falco shrugged, turning back to New Leaf Town. After being joined by Zelda, Captain N and Pit at the tree, the four carefully make their way down the steep hill towards New Leaf Town.

#captain n #the legend of zelda #princess zelda #star fox #falco lombardi #kid icarus #pit #super mario #fanfic #crossover #reboot #palutena #mortal kombat #nintendo #castlevania #simonbelmont

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clarasimone · 5 years

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A perspective on the forewarning fascist iconography in GoT

Was it yesterday ? I reacted to a mind-provoking aesthetic analysis of GoT reblogged by @felixthemudnescat ... which basically no one reacted to (LOL) but... chatting with @scratchybeardsweetmouth and @ser-jorah-the-andal, I felt like revisiting it to add observations to my initial reaction. Even if it’s too heavy-meta for such a beautiful summer day. @felixthemudnescat pardon me for not using the reblog button cause I want to do this under the dot-dot-dot so as not to weigh down the usual degree of levity in our tumblr group ;-)

Also I only realized today that you actually reblogged without commenting and I assumed, maybe wrongly, that you adhered completely to what you reblogged. And that might not be the case, so I’ll alter my text accordingly...

So here we go... (my input comes at the end)

Anonymous asked:

Girl. Gurl. Who the fuck is Leni Riefenstahl? Y'all Sansa stans pulling the most elaborate nonsense out of your asses to justify shitty writing. Or you twist everything and make D&D sound as if they're the most brilliant minds the world has ever seen LOL

fedonciadale answered:

Hi there!

If you would have taken one moment to look up Leni Riefenstahl - and I assure you that it is not difficult to look her up - you would not have combined your question with a comment about the writing…. Look her up and learn a lesson about how tyrants manipulate.

The visuals of the show are alluding to famous/ notorious shots of Leni Riefenstahl. You would agree that the visuals are something that gives us hints? In addition to the dialogue?

Sansa stans have complained about the writing since season 5…. You all - I’m just assuming you are a Dany fan, correct me if I’m wrong - had no complaints about shitty writing in season 7?

Look I am not saying that the way D&D got to DarkDany this season was well executed, but the foreshadowing and the character development are there. And actually from all the things the show did Daenerys is one of the better from book to screen. The hiding of her path to ruthlessness by filming from her POV is well done in season 1 to 6, and the triumphant visuals are part of that.

Visuals are part of the foreshadowing. It did not come out of nowhere and it was always a major plot point - as has been argued by book readers for ages. That Dany blew up King’s Landing was always to be the culmination of her arc. And it was always meant to hit you in the gut. So, as you do nicely put it : get your head out of your ass as and realise that you have been duped. And ponder about why? Was it because Dany is beautiful? Was it because she had the occasional bouts of benevolence? Was it because you thought she was entitled to an ugly chair because she suffered? Was it because she was set up against people coded as villains, so that you don’t care about how she defeated them? Was it because she is a woman and woman can’t be evil?

Take your pick and learn something about yourself and your own bias, how we can be duped by a tyrant! If you do that you are doing exactly what GRRM intended his readers to do by writing Dany like he did.

une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir

(in fiction, all these logos meant to reference the nazi flag)

fedonciadale

Reblogging for @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir ’s excellent additions. I could not have done that because that film is actually forbidden in Germany.

justacynicalromantic

Ohhhohohoho the last one - I am😏 at people who half a year ago threw stones at me when I argued that Dany has always had parallels with Hitler.

felixthemudnescat

Found this shared on Quora, had to re-blog!

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Hi @felixthemudnescat long time no see !

I had not seen the original posting of this. My first instinctual reaction to this iconographic/aesthetics research is to object to the simple equation of Daenerys with Hitler. No fiction character will ever match the scope of evil (for lack of a better word) this man and his ideology represented. By ricochet and association, it makes every fan who was moved by Daenerys a potential Nazi sympathizer and that makes no sense. It’s also unnecessarily hurtful and insulting both to these fans and the real World (those who suffered and still suffer from The Holocaust). This said, the iconographic evidence you provided through your reblog has weight and is exactly what I referred to in some of my posts as the visual clues given in the show as to Dany’s *possible* arc, its *possible* finality (more on the *possible* further down); clues which scream at you if you have the cultural baggage to recognize them, and when you binge-watch the series 3 times in one month instead of watching it an ep at the time over 8-9 years. The middle seasons are especially ripe with these visual signs because they’re tagged unto somewhat repetitious narrative (Dany freeing/conquering one city at a time with little intimate character dev scenes). And @fedonciadale is right in wanting fans to look more closely into themselves; we shouldn’t close ours eyes on the shady ideological and moral symbols casting shadows on Daenerys throughout the seasons. But they were shadows. I don’t think they were meant to be the beginning and end to all things explaining the character.

@felixthemudnescat or @fedonciadale don’t you think D&D were building something much more subtle than the end result they opted for and which gives weight to your comparative iconographic essay ? For many seasons, the fascist references or foreboding reminders of Targaryen madness never outweighed the characterizations of Daenerys as a young woman who, regardless (or because ?) of her thwarted and abusive upbringing was trying to conjugate her own suffering and road to affirmation with the conquerer’s path given her. She might not have questioned the necessity/validity for her to conquer her way back to Westeros, as the only way she could get home, but she didn’t do it through simple rampage either. She did care to free the people she needed to build her armies. She did have a heart. This she did spontaneously; it came from a deep source within her, not a calculated one. Even if, of course, it turned out to be an astute strategy. And that sets her apart from the Nazis and its leader. At their best, D&D conjugated the two: giving us a rounded character build-up and evolution with ominous symbolic shadows lurking about her. @scratchybeardsweetmouth also made me realize, I who have not read the novels, that this humane aspect of Daenerys is brought even more to the foreground in the books. I quote @scratchybeardsweetmouth: “In the books (...) she repeatedly communicates firsthand with her freed people. She hears their opinions, is not afraid to mingle with them, always finds a way to protect them, even went out of her way to help heal some when a disease was about...” Without getting as much detailed info on her compassionate stance and actions in the show, it’s certainly the impression she indeed left us with, and it’s what her most faithful and steadfast companion, ser Jorah, sees in her and repeatedly says out loud, lest we forget it ;-) (“You have a gentle heart,” etc.)

So I thought it was IMMENSELY daring of D&D (or the novelist I’ve not read yet) to give us that scene where Daenerys is called Mhysa/Mother by the slaves she freed because the scene was inhabited with so many conflictual signs: I was all at once moved and sooooo worried as to where this could lead. Moved because, bottom line, these slaves are freed, actually freed, it’s the start of something. Dany has always given those she freed a choice to leave if they so wished… Moved because it’s a woman effecting the freeing, not a man… Moved because it’s Dany, the girl who suffered, who was a slave of sorts, that does the freeing, not her mentors…. Moved to see a culture refer to their freer as “Mother” (what a great homage to mothers, to women in general) / buuuuut also worried to see a culture refer to their freer as “Mother” because it seems to infantilize them on screen.

Here we could also open up a whole debate about the malaise one can feel in seeing an Aristocratic White Woman free Third World People but I urge you to go read @khaleesirin‘s meta writings on the subject. She makes a great case for us NOT to see Daenerys in this fashion. Regardless of her looks and lineage, the novels (and GoT, I insist in my chats with @khaleesirin ;-) shows her to be like the people she frees: an Other. She like then is homeless, uprooted, migrant, disenfranchised. If we fail to see it in Essos, the show really drives this home once Daenerys sets foot in Westeros where NO ONE welcomes, understands or appreciates her. (Which suddenly complexifies our rapport to Sansa and the Northerners we grew to love and respect since they seem not to be above xenophobia, and racism.)

But to get back to the Mhysa scene. Once the worrying starts, I can’t seem to stop it, even as I am moved to tears. Literally. Because of the above-mentioned qualities of it, and also possibly because of the Christ-like iconography it uses to celebrate Dany (”Let the little children come unto me” - if I may paraphrase the New Testament -- and thanks to @ser-jorah-the-andal for the reminder). And I’m always partial to feminizations of Christ; I love it, I think it’s sublimely subversive :-) But I’m also kicking myself for liking this because I fundamentally don’t want a Messiah saving the Third World, I want the Third World to save itself... and I’m worried. I’m really worried as I watch Daenerys triumph in this scene because we know she’s lacking important elements in her “psycho-affective and socio-political tool kit” (regardless of the quality and loving care of advisers now on hand, *cough* Jorah -- in the books @scratchybeardsweetmouth tells me she needs no advisor to keep her moral compass straight) and, so, will this get to her head ? Will she get drunk on her Messiah complex (and of course she does at the end of season 8) ? And what will happen if those she freed disappoint her (again flashforward to the end of season 8) ? And how will she rule them exactly (ditto) ? And, finally, yes, worried because, the fascist iconography is there and I’m going: omg where are they going with this ?

Here I want to open another parenthesis, also brought on by something @ser-jorah-the-andal wrote me: “if this is what they meant in the first place, they sure as hell didn’t bother to tell anyone in the cast so they could act accordingly, tho a case could be made that Dany never saw herself as the villain so that’s why they didn’t tell Emilia.” Indeed I’m sure the cast, or at the very least Emilia Clarke, were never told about the endgame, or never cued to the quoting of fascist iconography in some of Daenerys’ triumphant scenes. Clarke’s shocked reaction upon reading the last screenplays is a testament to her profound surprise... and this raises ethical questions, doesn’t it ? I mean in the ethics of creative partnership. It’s a recent debate possibly because there are so many tales of directors manipulating actors into giving them the performance needed to embody and communicate the discourse they want to leave us with. But the professional in me cringes here a bit. You’d hope they would trust actors enough to let them into what it is exactly they’re supposed to be creating...

This said, up to the moment before “the bells” scene in season 8, I had nonetheless seen D+D and EC give us a woman struggling morally with her choices. That’s important to state. And to get back to the above demonstration of fascist parallels, well, please, let’s point out that the Nazis and their leader never did struggle morally with what they were doing (or if they did, History bears no markers -- I’m talking about the Nazis here, not the German people as a whole). And I was prepared to see Daenerys fail because she never healed, she never achieved psycho-affective soundness (shall we get into the chapter of her misconstruing what love is ? Her relationship arc with Jorah speaks volumes) but I was expecting her to feel remorse if she did succumb to true fascism; remorse to the point of self-execution if you will, because that’s the kind of moral person D+D had been building for 7 years. But after D&D sent her over the edge, they erased all the previous nuances they had built into her, and I believe, tried to explained it away with a broken heart, megalomania and madness….

So if their plan was truly to make us see her as a fascist leader of the scope we’re talking about here, the way the above visual essay seems to suggest, they would have fleshed out her character’s arc accordingly throughout the seasons, and they didn’t. There were clues as to the possibilities -- yes, Dany stepping out for her final speech is absolutely shot like Triumph of the Will by Riefenstahl… but it’s also infused with other iconographic references. That image of her merging with Drogon’s wings belongs to the fantastic, and makes her into a formidable and powerful Id, which can be construed as a positive subversive marker. And some of us do celebrate WrathfulDany for this reason....

The reality of GoT is that there were no actual scenes developing her fascist ideology. So let’s not confuse allusions to fascism with actual fascism. With all D+D’s failings towards the end, Daenerys remained a more nuanced and contradictory character than that. She is NOT Hitler, please......

The iconographic research you provided in your reblog @felixthemudnescat show us one important aspect of Dany’s subtextual arc but not the full picture. It’s missing the heart and the suffering behind the soul who fell from grace.

I hope you don’t construe this long winding reaction as a slam. I know you come from a very specific place in regards to Daenerys. I just thought the excellent research you provided deserved to be reblogged, but with an added perspective ;-)

#got meta #got analysis #daenerys targaryen #Ser Jorah Mormont #fascism

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spacefaegoddess · 5 years

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BlacksunKissWeek Day 4

A kiss on the cheek

Nothing to warn about this time :)

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Physical exercise was an important part of any huntsman’s training. Weights for strength, stretches for flexibility, running for endurance, so on and so forth. Blake liked the running part the most. The wind in her hair, the pounding of her feet on the pavement, and the feeling of cool, clean air in her lungs.

It was clear, however, that her partner for this morning’s run did not share her feelings.

“Your name is literally ‘sun’,” Blake said. “One would think that you’d be a morning person.”

The “sun” was currently sprawled across the pavement, trying desperately but unsuccessfully to make Blake feel guilty.

“You only said that you went on a run in the morning,” Sun complained, “but you never said that you woke up at 6 am!”

“You’re the one who asked to come along.”

“I assumed it would be later!”

“How much later?”

“I don’t know, eleven maybe?”

“Sun, that’s not even morning anymore,” Blake chided. “That’s nearly lunchtime.”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Sun, sticking his finger in the air. “My favorite part of the day!”

Blake stifled a laugh. As funny as it was to watch Sun wake himself up, she still needed to getting going on her run. She got an idea.

“You know what, Sun?” Blake started.

Sun gave her a curious turn of the head in return.

“We’ll make it a race. Winner gets something from the loser. First one around Beacon’s perimeter wins.”

Sun seemed to consider the idea for a moment before raising himself up on his elbows. “Any rules?” he asked.

“You just need to get off your butt and run,” Blake answered. “That’s the rules.”

“Fine by me,” Sun said, finally getting to his feet. “So, what do you want if you win?”

Blake pondered for a moment before answering, “A sushi dinner at that little shop downtown- the one we all went to a few weeks back.”

Sun chuckled. “I should’ve known.”

“And you? If you win?”

Oddly, Sun’s face went a little red.

“If I win, I get a kiss,” he declared.

Blake’s face went red, too. “A...a kiss?”

“Just on the cheek,” Sun clarified. “One and done. And not as expensive as a sushi dinner.”

Blake rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the heat in her face. “Fine. Starting line is here, at the edge of the courtyard. Doesn’t really matter though, because I’m going to win no matter what.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, kitty cat,” Sun taunted.

“In your dreams, banana breath. You count down.”

“3...2...1...go!”

Sun really should’ve ask for more rules.

Within one second, a shadow clone was left beside Sun, and Blake was already an extra five feet ahead.

Sun took off. “You never said anything about semblances!” he yelled ahead.

“Exactly!” Blake laughed. She left another clone behind and dashed forward. Another two feet, five feet, eight feet. Nearly a quarter of the way around Beacon already.

Then she was tackled from behind, and Sun zoomed past her. Blake was pinned by a shimmering clone who had all the weight of its owner. She cursed herself for not having physical clones.

“See ya!” Sun shouted.

His clones can’t take much damage, Blake remembered. With all her strength, she elbowed the clone in the face, and the light faded. Another shadow clone, and Blake was hot on Sun’s trail.

He wanted to play dirty? Well, Blake’s years in the White Fang hadn’t just taught her combat skills. She put on a burst of speed as she came around the halfway point. With Sun just a few feet ahead, she used her clone to jump right in front of him. One well-placed foot was all it took for the monkey faunus to eat dirt.

Maybe she should invite Sun to come running with her more often. This was the most fun she’d had in months.

Apparently, getting grass out of his teeth was taking Sun some time, because Blake hit the last quarter with no surprises. Her triumph was short-lived, however. She soon heard footsteps behind her.

Blake risked a quick look behind and almost jumped out of her skin. Sun was right behind her with three light clones behind him. He jumped up, the clones catching him on their shoulders, and was catapulted forwards. Landing in a roll, Sun managed a smug look backwards before taking off again.

Thankfully, Sun’s clones disappeared, but he was dangerously close to the finish line. Blake was close enough to make one more shadow jump, but only if she concentrated. She calmed herself as much as she dared, focused her breathing, and, motivated by the thought of her sushi dinner, jumped.

It should’ve worked. By all means, it should’ve worked. But apparently, Sun knew her too well.

As soon as Blake landed, she was thrown off balance and fell. It seemed that Sun had determined what move she would make and planned accordingly. He took it upon himself to tackle her this time, instead of a clone.

At the last second, Blake attempted to turn and throw Sun off of her. But, due to the fact that Sun had the element of surprise, she only managed to turn onto her back. Sun fell right on top of her and knocked the wind out of her lungs.

Through her coughing and sputtering, she heard a voice in disbelief: “You won.”

“I-” Blake coughed more. “I what?”

Sun was looking somewhere beyond her head, but still answered, “You won.”

Struggling, Blake managed to turn her head to to see what Sun was looking at. By some stroke of luck, she’d managed to reach her right arm above her head, her fingertips just passing the bricks of the courtyard.

Blake huffed a little laugh. “Guess I did.”

Sun looked down at her, his face red either from the exertion or their position. He was breathing hard. “What’s your favorite kind of sushi?”

Blake laughed- a full belly laugh that she hadn’t done for a while. “I’ll try anything.”

A decision was made in Blake’s mind, and to Sun’s surprise, she raised her head and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Sun’s face managed to look excited, confused, and exhausted all at the same time. “But I- I didn’t win.”

Blake just shrugged her shoulders and smiled slightly. “You didn’t have to.”

Something seemed to change in Sun’s eyes at that. Blake couldn’t tell what- that was, until he slowly lowered his head, and his eyes began to close.

“Ugh!” A shrill voice cut through the morning mist. “Can you two not do this in my line of sight!?”

Sun jumped back in surprise, but Blake just sighed. “Looks like Weiss is awake.”

#blacksun #blacksunkissweek #blake belladonna #sun wukong #rwby #my writing #my post #im actually really proud of this one #and weiss at the end obviously

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piinkaliice · 5 years

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Roger Taylor x Reader

{Just Neighbours?} part 1 Part 2

I want to thank all of you for such positive feedback on the first part. As you may or may not know this is the first fic I’ve ever written and to know you guys are enjoying it means a lot! I do have a pretty clear idea of where I want the story to go, so stay tuned for more updates. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this instalment. Just like before, you can picture Ben!Roger if you wish to do so. Here is the link to part one.

It felt like a usual Friday night at work. The pub reeked of smoke and alcohol, with the constant sound of chatter and clinking of glasses drowning out all the thoughts in your head. You happened to have bar duty tonight, which meant you didn't have run around serving which you hated as it became overwhelming as more people arrived. Though it wasn’t the best job out there, it got you by and gave you the opportunity to meet many interesting people.

You poured a double whiskey for the man in front of you as he continued to ramble.

“You won’t believe what happens next, dear!” He said, with great passion in his voice.

“what happened?” You reply, slightly exaggerating your eagerness to find out.

“She goes, I won’t hear any more of it! And just leaves me.” He said as he downs the whiskey.

“No way!” You said, trying to act surprised even though he had told you the same story last week. And the week prior.

“Well did you run after her?” You inquired.

“Of course I did, love. Chased her in the pouring rain! She came running as soon as I yelled out her name.” He said in triumph. You both let out a chuckle at this.

Before you could respond, you were disrupted by a firm squeeze to the side of your waist. You immediately jerked away from it as soon as it happened. You turned around to see your boss standing next to you, a sinking feeling had come over you.

“Hey Y/N, let me have a word with you.” He said, in a cloying manner.

As you stepped away from the bar to him, his hand crept to your back which gave you a sudden chill.

“Yes, Sir?” You said quickly, unable to think of anything but the large had that is resting on your body.

“The band will start playing soon, and after they finish I’d like you to close up.” He said, while gently stroking your back.

“Yes, I’ll take care of it.” You said, quickly pull away from his touch as a customer waved his hand for your attention.

You try to brush off the incident as a one-off, though this isn’t the first time that your boss had pushed the boundaries like this. Besides, without him, you wouldn’t have a job. So what gives you the right to complain, right?

You had forgotten that a new band was supposed to be performing tonight. You recalled one of your friends bosting about how great they were but you never had the chance to look into them due to your busy schedule.

As a fairly large crowd gathered around the stage, you noticed that the show was about to begin.

The harsh lighting that always inhibited the room was now replaced with the much softer stage lights. The chatter had transformed into a loud cheer as the four members took over the stage. As the vocalist introduced himself and the other band members, you had noticed a familiar face. It was, in fact, your neighbour, who happened to be the drummer of Queen.

Though you hadn’t seen him since the morning after you had embarrassed yourself about a week ago, you couldn’t deny that he has been on your mind ever since.

When the band began to play the first song ‘Keep yourself alive’, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. The way his blond hair bounced in every direction with each hit of the drums. The passion in his face as he gave the performance everything he had to offer. You began to understand why there were so many women here tonight. You felt as though you were missing out on something before this moment.

About halfway through the setlist while the vocalist was taking a drink break, you noticed that Roger had looked directly towards you with a smile. You thought to yourself that it couldn’t it have been directed at you, there were a lot of people here tonight, lots of them standing around the bar. It was probably directed at that beautiful blond to your right. However, as they continued playing, you noticed that Roger had frequently looked towards you. After a while, it was confirmed that he was, in fact, looking straight you. You couldn’t help but blush at the gesture.

Once the band had gotten off stage it didn’t take long for the crowd to disperse out of the pub. After you closed the front entrance and changed the sign to Closed, you began sweeping the floors and picking up the empty glasses left behind. After you had finished you headed back to the bar to the bar to clean the glasses. It was almost 1am at this point and you found yourself yawning constantly.

“Hey.” you heard a male voice at the bar behind you which startled you, you weren’t expecting to see anyone here at this time. You dropped the glass that was in your hand in the sink, causing it to smash.

“what are you still-” you turn around and stopped mid-sentence as you saw it was Roger who was standing at the bar. You noticed that he had changed from his white vest that showed off his bare chest to a black tank top that showed off his defined shoulders.

“Hi!” You said, with a hint of excitement that didn't sound quite like you.

“Did I manage to scare you?” He said with a smirk on his face.

“No, I’m just busy.” You said, giving him a smile back.

“The band and I just got done packing up our things, and were wondering if we could get some drinks before we head out.” He said.

He looked so good. His hair was falling into his eyes, you want to touch it and get it out of his face.

“So?” He interrupted your thoughts.

“Sure, only if you behave though.” You said, jokingly.

“We can’t promise anything.” He laughed while walking backstage to presumably get the others.

The first to walk out you recalled was the vocalist, behind him came out the guitarist, the bassist and lastly Roger.

“Hello, darling!” Said the first man as he walked past you over to a booth over to your right. All of them but Roger sat down. He stood talking to them for a while but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. After a minute, you turned around quickly as you noticed he was walking back towards the bar.

“Boo!” He said, looking very smug.

“Did I manage to scare you again, Y/N?” He said, mockingly.

“No, you didn’t the first time either.” You argued, your face turning a shade of red.

“If you say so.” He laughed. He was leaning against the bar with his arms folded, you could tell that he was confident in his skin by his demeanour.

“Could we have 3 beers, 1 gin and tonic and whatever you’re having.” He said with a smile.

Why would he want to have a drink with you?

“Coming right up.” You said, returning a smile. He stood there as you prepared the drinks for them.

“So you work at a pub.” He said, not a hint of judgment in the statement.

“And you’re in a band.” You said, raising your eyebrows up at him.

“Please don’t give away my address.” He said, with a fake look of concern.

“I wouldn’t want a bunch of groupies to gather outside my home.” You said while placing the 3 beers and the gin and tonic on a tray.

“We’re not that big of a deal yet, love.” He said.

“Yet.” He winked.

“You were incredible up there tonight.” You said while passing him the tray with the drinks.

“I’m glad you liked it.” He said. He looked down at the tray and then back at you.

“You aren’t going to celebrate the night with us?” He said, sounding disappointed.

“I really shouldn’t.” You said, sadly.

“Oh, come on.” He exclaimed.

“pour yourself something and join us!” He said, ecstatically as he walked back to the table to join the boys again.

You let out a sigh and poured yourself some gin and tonic before rushing over to the booth where the band was sitting. Roger stood up as you approached.

“Everyone, this is Y/N, my neighbour.” He said with a large grin.

“Hello, Y/N.” The rest of them said in unison.

“Y/N, this is Freddie,” Roger said.

Freddie extended his hand out to you and you shook it happily.

“Nice to meet you.” You said.

“You too sweetheart, and thank you for the drink. I see you too have good taste.” He said, pointing his gin and tonic up at you.

“This is Brian and this is John. But no one really calls him that.” He said and they all laughed.

“What do they call you then,” you said to John while taking a seat next to Roger.

“Ah, it’s just a stupid nickname.” John groaned.

“Ah, cheer up Deacy. You love it.” Roger said.

You spent the next 2 hours talking to the boys. You learned of how they got together, how they had just released their first album and were looking for someone to manage them. You shared a few glances with Roger, finding it endearing every time he would laugh at something you had said. You told the boys that you had to work at the bar due to personal reasons, but was reluctant to go into detail which they understood. Roger giving you a kind smile as you spoke.

Eventually, Brian, Deacy and Freddie left in the band’s van to go home. Whilst Roger offered to walk home with you.

“We literally live 5 feet away from each other! I might as well walk her home!” Roger said as the others mocked him for supposedly flirting with you, which you pretended not to hear.

“Alright Roger, whatever you say,” Freddie laughed.

“Goodnight, darlings.” He concluded.

As you began walking home beside Roger, you admired how beautiful the night was. You looked over at Roger and noticed he was lost in thought.

“You alright there?” You joked.

“Yes.” He said quickly. You seemed to have snapped him out of it.

“I just wanted to ask you something, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He said with a touch of seriousness that got you a little worried.

“Go ahead.”

“Why do you really work at there?” He asked.

There was a pause in between the question and your answer as you looked for what to say. It wasn’t as though you were embarrassed about telling the boys back at the pub the truth, but something about being alone with Roger made you more comfortable to share this part of you.

“I just graduated from college with a degree in Fine Art. I came back home to find out that my mother and father were getting a divorce. About a week later my mother decided that its best that I move out.” You said, trying to compose yourself.

“She said we both just need space from each other. So I packed up and got a job here.” You continued.

“Although the real reason why she wanted me out of the house was so that I’d stop complaining about her constant drinking.” You admitted.

“I can’t believe I just told you this,” You said, looking down at the ground while fidgeting with your hands.

“I’m very sorry, Y/N.” He finally said.

“You deserve much better than that.” He said with sincerity. You smiled at how kind he was to you.

Once you were outside your apartment door, you stood face to face, thinking of what to say next.

“It was nice seeing you again Y/N.”

“You too, Roger.” You said, feeling yourself blushing again.

“I’d love to see some of your artwork sometime.” He grinned.

“I’d happily show it to you.”

Before you could say anything else, Roger placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. It made your heart melt instantly.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said while looking down at you into your eyes. You became painfully aware of the small proximity between you.

“Goodnight.” You said, breaking off the moment first by turning around and opening your door.

You could feel him linger there for a second before turning around to open his own door too.

It was taking you an awfully long time to open your door, giving you flashbacks to two weeks ago. Right as you opened it, you heard his voice once again.

“Need a hand again?” He mocked you.

You simply laughed at this as you entered your apartment, making eye contact with him for the last time as you both simultaneously closed your doors.

You found that you needed to lean again the door for a second to comprehend what had just happened. The butterflies in your stomach going wild.

You couldn’t help but wonder whether he felt the same.

OKAY... Sooo let me know what you think once again. The next part I’m going to write from his perspective which will hopefully give us insight as to how he’s feeling ;) Thank you all once again for all the support and lovely messages it means a lot and it inspired me to carry on writing :) also if you want me to tag you let me know 💖

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dontjudgemepeepswrites · 5 years

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An Eventful Day - Jake Peralta

y/n - your name

y//f/n - your full name

y/s/n - your surname

y/f/tv/s - your favourite tv show

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Requested on Wattpad.

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Trigger warnings: cheating, name calling, rape mentions and just a character being an overall asshat.

"Hey, babe. How was your day?" Darren asks as I arrive home from work.

"Stressful. I almost let the prime suspect in my case get away. But what about you? How was work?"

"It was fine. A little boring though. But I have a new co-worker now, so it adds a little fun," Darren shrugs.

"Oh. Well at least there's that positive," I point out.

"Plus, I get to come home and see your pretty face, and it makes it all worth it."

"Aw, so cute yet so cheesy. Speaking of, you want pizza?" I ask.

"Please, yes."

"Do you mind ordering and waiting for the delivery? I want to go take a shower. I'll leave the money on the counter for you."

"No, it's fine, (nickname you hate). I'll pay."

Ugh, I hate when he calls me that. Mainly because he knows I don't like it but isn't doing it as a joke. It happens a lot, surprisingly. Also, I think he may be lying to me about something, but I don't know yet. Call it detective's paranoia though. We've experienced so much that we always jump to conclusions.

*After the shower*

"Babe, the pizza's here!" Darren shouts from the other room.

"Thanks, I'll be right there," I reply. I put my pyjamas on quickly, ready to have a FRIENDS marathon like we do whenever we get pizza and walk into the main room, excited for cuddles and food. "You ready for our FRIENDS marathon?"

"Can we watch something else? We watch it every time and I want something different."

"Sure," I say, putting on a fake grin. Something's up. He's never complained about it before. "What were you thinking?"

"A DC movie marathon." At this, my jaw drops.

"DC? Marvel movies are much better."

"What are you talking about? Suicide Squad is amazing!"

"Are you sick? Or do you need to go to the opticians?" I ask, only half joking. Darren rolls his eyes playfully. I then get a text from the 99 group chat.

C. Holt I need everyone at the precinct ASAP.

You Why? What happened?

C. Holt I'll explain when you all arrive.

"I'm so sorry, love, but they need me at the precinct. Just put the leftovers in the fridge," I apologise profusely.

"It's fine. Go stop crime."

"Thanks for being so understanding." And with that, I kiss him on the cheek and leave.

*On the journey to the precinct*

y/f/s starts playing. I must be getting a call. It's Captain Holt.

"Hello, this is Detective y/f/n, how may I help?"

"y/s/n, you can return home now. The emergency has been dealt with."

"Well that was fast. What exactly was the emergency though?"

"The night shift detectives were rioting but Santiago sorted it."

"Of course. You can always count on Amy to get someone to be quiet."

"Yes, she is extremely good at it. Now have a good night."

"You too, sir." Then he hangs up. Oh well, while I'm out I could do some last minute grocery shopping."

*Back at y/n and Darren's apartment*

"Hey babe, I'm ho--" I open the door and am immediately faced by a sight that I hoped to avoid forever. My boyfriend was eating this dude's face off. As soon as he hears me, he pulls away and snaps his head to look at me.

"Hey, babe. I thought you were at the precinct," he nervously says.

"Don't 'babe' me. I was out for 30 minutes and I come home to find you on MY couch that I payed for, snogging some guy's face off! Get your stuff and get out! Now! And don't ever come near me or anyone I know, ever again!"

"I can ex--"

"Get. Out. NOW! I won't say it a third time. And take him with you," I spit. "All cheaters are filthy liars. There is NEVER an explanation for such a vile thing." He scrambles into (what was) our shared bedroom and grabs everything that he can see that belongs to him and then leaves rapidly with his new boyfriend.

As soon as they're out the door, I slam it, pick up the closest thing to me (which happens to be my key) and lob it at the wall. I'm pissed. Extremely pissed. But I'm also upset. After all, he was my boyfriend and I loved him, still do, considering that we broke up 30 seconds ago. Yeah, he'd been acting strange but I just thought that he was nervous and was kinda hoping he'd propose. I mean, we'd been together for 4 years. And now I know that I wasted 4 fucking years. 4. The anger takes over and I grab a chair and throw it, hitting the coffee table. I already know that nothing will cheer me up. Nothing. Not even y/f/tv/p. Not even chatting on the work group chat, which I do every night. I'll just try and distract myself by reading that new book that I bought.

*The next morning*

Reading that book was not a good idea. Neither was staying up all night, but I do it all the time so I can cope for today. Oh, crap. I have work today. Ugh. But maybe it'll take my mind off of him.

*At work*

*Jake's pov*

How am I early today? I left at the exact same time that I normally do and traffic was exactly the same... It was Charles, wasn't it. He came to my place last night and must've changed all of the clocks and moved them back by 15 minutes.

"Charles, did you change my clocks last night?"

"Yes. Amy told me to because she wants you to be at work on time and she gave a pretty compelling reason."

"And that was?"

"We get to spend more time together this way." I sigh.

"But that meant you gave me 15 minutes less of my beauty sleep." Charles gasps.

"Oh no. What have I done?" Just then, y/n walks into the precinct. Except today they look dead inside.

"Hey y/n. What's got you down?" However, they completely ignore me. "y/n?" They walk right past and out onto the roof. Charles and I look at each other, and then the window. They've taken the barrel and put a book on it. Then they take out a matchbox, light a match and set fire to the book. "What are they doing? They love reading!" I power-walk onto the roof. "Um, y/n, what are you doing?"

"Burning the lies."

"What? Context please?"

"It ended too happy. They got engaged."

"More?"

"Love is a lie."

"Are you alright?"

"What do you think, Peralta? I'm burning a book because love triumphed."

"You and Darren broke up?"

"Don't say his name. He's a dirty, stinky, cheating bucket of dicks."

"Damn, you really hate him. Wait, did you say cheating? He cheated on you?"

"No, he bought me a puppy and a mansion for us to move into together. Of course he cheated on me, that's exactly what I said! Do you need a hearing test?"

"Ouch, that hurt my ego, but I'm not gonna take that personally because I know that you're upset and mad right now. Y'know what, we have to work now, but after that, come to my place and we can talk, you can rant, we can eat takeout, and we can watch movies. What d'you say?"

"It actually sound quite good. Thanks Jake. And, could you tell everyone else for me. Oh, and tell them that if they show even the slightest bit of sympathy, I'll have Rosa blow their head off? Also that if I say anything mean to them, it's nothing personal, I just don't have much of a filter and I'm still pissed."

"Will do. Now let's get back inside." I start heading inside.

"Jake."

"Yeah?"

"Are you forgetting that there's a fire?"

"Oh yeah. We should probably put that out."

"Before we do, can we just take this in for a moment? This is the closest to a campfire I've ever had," y/n requests.

"Sure." We stand next to each other, taking in the fire's heat. I then feel something on my shoulder. It's y/n's head. "How much sleep did you get last night?"

"None. I was up all night because of this stupid book. Besides, you really think I'd have been able to sleep?"

"Good point." I wrap my arm around their waist. Wait, why though? Do I like them? No, I can't like them; I just got out of a long-term relationship. It's just a friendly gesture, right?

*Your pov*

That's just a friendly gesture, right? Well it doesn't matter, because, surprise surprise, I have butterflies in my stomach. You see, I had a crush on Jake, then he got with Sophia, and that's when it really hit me that I had to move on and I met Darren. I thought I'd moved on completely, but I guess at least a part of those feelings stayed with me. Suddenly, I hear a camera behind us and turn around to see Gina.

"Gina, what are you doing?" I sigh.

"Taking a picture for Twitter and your wedding. What else would I be doing?"

"A picture of Jake comforting me from a breakup, in front of a barrel with an a-lit book on it?"

"Yup."

"Ok. I'll just put this fire out and then head back inside. See ya, Gina," I say, acting as if that conversation was completely normal which, let's be real, it was for the 99. No one found out about my crush before and that's how I plan on keeping it. I grab a fire extinguisher and put out the fire, before walking inside.

*After briefing*

"Why do we have two Rosa's today?" Scully asks.

"Shut it, maggot-face," Rosa and I simultaneously spit and I walk to my desk.

"y/s/n, in here please," Holt beckons me into his office. I walk into his office, not saying a word. "What is going on with you today?"

"Did Peralta not tell you?"

"No."

"Peralta, get in here," I beckon.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Tell the Captain why I'm like this. I don't want to be here when he finds out."

"Why?" he asks.

"You'll see. Also, it's a sensitive topic." I walk out of the office and to my desk.

"What's going on in there?" Amy asks me.

"Wait. 3, 2, 1..." I point at the office, signalling that something's about to go down.

"WHAT?" A Holt scream is heard from the office. Everyone looks at me and then the office, as the door slams open, an enraged Holt power-walking out.

"Really, y/n? Why me? I'm pretty sure I've gone deaf now," Jake exaggerates, walking out of the office, his hands over his ears.

"Because you know why and you said you'd do it for me."

"Touché, y/s/n. Touché."

"What are you two on about?" Terry asks.

"You haven't told anyone?"

"No, but you only told me 30 minutes go."

"You could've just asked me to leave during briefing and told everyone or while I was in the bathroom!"

"Touché, y/s/n. Touché."

"You already said that."

"Did I?"

"Yes, you goldfish. Now tell everyone. I'm just gonna into the break room." I go into the break room and sit n the couch. I immediately lean forward and put my head in my hands. Ugh, I hate this. I know Jake's telling everyone, but I've still gotta tell my family. My entire family. They all met Darren. Oh, for fuck's sake. Deep breaths. Then I hear a knock at the door. "It's the break room, you don't have to knock," I say, not looking up.

"Told you, Amy," says a voice of which I'm assuming belongs to Charles. I look up and see Amy, Charles and Terry.

"What d'you three want?"

"Look, we're sorry about what happened," Terry says.

"Why should you be sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. Just remember, don't give me empathy or patronise me or I will end you."

"We know, and we won't. We just wanted to see if you wanted to go out for drinks tonight," Amy voices.

"I would, but I'm going to Jake's." As soon as I say this, a smirk appears on all of their faces. "Alright, do that again and I will end you. It was hella creepy."

"You and Jake, huh?" Charles asks smugly.

"Seriously? I just got out of a 4 year relationship in the worst way possible. Now let me get back to work." I brush past them, rolling my eyes.

"Well Jake definitely has a thing for them though. I caught him staring at them earlier," Charles (loudly) whispers (shouts) to Amy.

"Shut up, Charles," Jake and I say in sync.

"y/s/n, Peralta, I have a case for you. Come into my office." Jake and I saunter into Holt's office. "It involves your now-ex, y/s/n. I thought you might want to take it."

"You thought right, Sir," I smirk.

"Great. We have a woman here who claims that Darren raped her last night."

"Rape?! I'm gonna kick Darren's ass. Where is she?"

"She's in the interrogation room. Peralta, you're going to watch from behind the glass to make sure that y/n's fine and doesn't go leave to go and kill Darren."

"Sure. But I can't guarantee that I won't kill him," Jake jokes but Holt holds his deadpan face.

We walk out of the office after being dismissed and head over to the interrogation room.

"Try and remain as calm as you can in there. If you don't throw anything, I'll let you choose what stuff we watch tonight. If not, it's a Die Hard marathon," Jake announces, only half-joking.

"I mean, I was gonna suggest we watch Die Hard anyway. Except for Die Hard 5. Awful movie."

"We don't even speak of it. Anyway, good luck in there." Then he kisses my cheek. He. Kissed. My. Cheek. HE KISSED MY CHEEK! I'm internally dying right now.

"Thanks, Jakey. I'll see you on the outside." Then I kiss his cheek and walk in. Why did I do that? Well, I mean, he kissed mine first, so, I guess it was a formality, right?

"Hello, my name is Detective y/f/n. You must be Leah Summers, correct?" The woman opposite me nods her head. She's gonna be very quiet, isn't she? "Do you want a whiteboard?" She shakes her head. "Ok then. I'm going to ask some questions, just nod or shake your head for me, ok?" She nods her head. "Were you raped?" Yes. "Was it last night?" Yes. "Was it a man?" Yes. "Do you know his name?" No. "Did he look like this?" I hold up a picture of Darren. I'm so tempted to rip it. She nods her head. I take a deep breath. "I'm going to need some form of communication for the next questions. Do you think you can do it?" She nods her head. "Do you want the whiteboard?" Yes. I give her a whiteboard, pen and cloth to clean it with. "Where did this happen?" 'In a toilet stall.' "Do you know where the stall was?" 'In a park. I don't know which one though.' Ugh, that's vile. Makes me want to kill him even more. "Where did he find you?" 'On 5th Avenue.' "How was it forced, e.g. threat or blackmail?" 'He threatened to kill me.' "Well I'm about to kill him," I mutter. "What time do you think it happened?" 'I'm not sure but he picked me up at 9:30.' "Do you think there could be anything used as evidence other than CCTV? Were there any eyewitnesses?" 'I don't think so.' "Final question, is there anymore information you could tell us that may help us?" 'He was drunk.' "Oh for-- I'm sorry, he's my ex. I caught him cheating on me. It was last night, in fact. Guys suck."

"Hey!" Peralta says from the other side of the glass.

I sigh, "there are exceptions though. Now, let me go kill my son-of-a-bitch ex-boyfriend."

"y/n."

"Yeah, yeah. I was joking, Peralta,"

"Were you though?"

"No."

"Exactly." The girl lets out a little giggle at our banter.

"I'll be back soon, it shouldn't take long to get him. I'm sure we could find an eye witness somewhere."

*Later*

"3, 2, 1, NYPD put your hands where I can see them! "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." Jake smiles at me as I read my pathetic excuse for an ex the Miranda Rights.

"y/n?!" Darren asks in shock.

"You're the worst ex ever! You cheat on me and then get drunk and rape a girl! You're a disgrace to humanity."

"I cheated on you because you're a disgrace to humanity, not me! We never spent time together and you brushed off everyone that was close to you!"

"Everything you just said is bullshit! You would've just broken up with them if that were true, but it isn't and ya didn't. I mean, you even lived together and had those pizza nights! y/n said they were legendary and talked about you loads at work! You're a pathetic excuse of a human! Plus you raped that nice girl, Leah was her name, right? Oh, that reminds me, something amazing's waiting for you at my apartment."

"Really, y/n?! This guy?! I knew you were a slut but wow, this is a low, even for you."

"The fuck did you just call me?!"

"I called you what you are: a slut. A whore." And with that, I just hold him in a very discomforting position. A very discomforting position.

"Tell me what you really think of me. Or I'll do worse."

"Ow, ow, fine! I love you, always have. I was just an idiot tough. I don't know why I did it. Why I did any of it. I'm just jealous, I guess. You have such good relationships with your co-workers and I've been lying about mine. It's been awful. I just wanted more than you in one way."

"That is the most bullshit I've ever heard, but I know you're actually telling the truth. Now let's get you to the precinct."

*After he's been locked up*

"Well, today's been... eventful, to say the least. I burned a book because I broke up with Darren and I just arrested him for rape. Talk about an aggravating yet somewhat satisfying day."

"Yup. Does that count as catharting?" Jake asks. "Because if so, I'm so glad I helped you cathart."

"I guess so, I mean, you psychologically helped me through a lot today. But anyway, it's not over. Our shift ends in... 15 minutes, then, we're gonna have takeout and I'm going to rant about everything else that I hated about Darren before we have a Die Hard marathon, discounting the 5th one."

"Sounds like a plan. But first we need to write the reports," Jake points out.

"Right, let's go do that." We sit at my desk, ready to write the reports.

*About 30 minutes later*

"I hate reports," I sigh. "I'm so glad we're done for today."

"Me too. Let's get going then."

"Bye guys, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Have fun, but not too much fun!" Charles says as we leave.

"Charles!" Jake and I simultaneously scream, just as the elevator door starts to close.

After an awkward ride down, we exit the building and get into Jake's car.

"You can put on what you want, I don't mind," Jake says, to break the awkward silence.

"Thanks. I look through his phone's music library and know what I'm going to play as soon as I see it. Almost immediately, Funky Cold Medina comes on through the speakers.

"Alright, dig itCold coolin at a bar, and I'm lookin for some action But like Mike Jagger said, I can't get no satisfaction The girls are all around, but none of them want to get with me My threads are fresh and I'm lookin def, yo, what's up with L-o-see? The girls is all jockin at the other end of the bar Havin drinks with some no-name chump, when they know that I'm the star So I got up and strolled over to the other side of the cantina I asked the guy, 'Why you so fly?' he said, 'Funky Cold Medina'." we sing together.

I knew this would break the tension. I'll just play some Taylor next, I know he's a big fan. I hit shuffle and you belong with me comes on. And the awkwardness returns, but I can't skip the song because he'll probably ask why and I'll have to make up some reason. We sit in the car for an agonising 3 minutes and 50 seconds, Taylor's voice echoing around the car, no one joining in. Then trouble comes on and I feel my fist clenching up.

"y/n, calm down. Maybe we should change the song," Jake states, motioning to the phone I'm holding.

"No. I will listen to this song."

"But why? You're just putting yourself through more pain."

"I have my reasons." I want to connect with this song. I want to feel exactly this way. I don't want to have moved on already. I want to feel how any normal person would in this situation.

"Alright then." Back to silence. As soon as that song's over, I change to Sing To Me Instead. Ben Platt will relax me, surely. I play the album, Bad Habit coming on. Is the entire music industry against me right now?

*At Jake's apartment*

"So what takeout do you want?" Jake asks me, phone in hand and ready to order.

"I don't mind. You choose. It's your apartment."

"Chinese it is then." I quickly give him my order and he orders. "Alright, while we're waiting, vent to me."

"Gladly. Honestly, this has made me realise that I actually kinda hated Darren before, without even knowing. I mean, sometimes he was very narcissistic. I mean, he never let me pick what music we played, and I allowed that because we had similar music tastes and I just realised. And I made so many sacrifices for our relationship. I moved in with him and he promised he'd do his part around the apartment but he never did! I payed for all of the furniture in there and most of the rent! And he complained all. The. Time. About the most stupid things! Like, I don't want to hear you rant about how Google changed it's font."

"Wait, seriously? He complained about that?!"

"I know, right?! And, I honestly gag at the thought of anyone saying this, but he said that DC movies are better than Marvel movies. What kind of twisted mind would think that?! (Guys, I'm joking. Please don't get offended by my joke.)"

"That has to be the second most absurd thing I've ever heard, the first being that the Die Hard movies are crap, because they're obviously not."

"Ooh, another thing, he has a tongue piercing. It made make out sessions horrendous."

"Anything else?"

"Honestly, no. To be honest, all of my sadness and anger have kinda drifted away. Also, it made me realise that there's someone that I want to be with. He's cute, yet dorky and smart but also kinda dumb at the same time. He's also really sweet and has been with me all of today. We even took Darren down together." I can't believe I'm actually confessing.

"Was there some other guy on this case that I don't know of?" Jake asks, looking confused and upset at the same time.

"No, you dummy. It's you!"

"Me?"

"Nooo, it's the guy behind you. Of course it's you!"

"Oh, thank goodness. I realised today that I like you and did not wanna be heartbroken on my first day of being woke."

"That's not what that means, Peralta. Do you even Urban Dictionary?" I joke. "But seriously, what now? I mean, we could try this and see how it goes. We could count this right now as a date and see how we feel after?"

"Yeah, I'd love that."

*After the movies and food*

"Thanks for tonight, Jake. This has been one of the best dates I've ever been on."

"Me too. But, uh, before you go, I think I may've bruised my lip earlier and I need someone to ki--"

"Really, Peralta? You could just ask to kiss me, you dork."

"... Can I kiss you?"

"I don't see why not."

Our lips collide in a sweet kiss. It's one of the best kisses I've ever experienced, possibly even the best. We pull away shortly.

"So I'm guessing this is gonna be official. Or are we going light and breezy?" Jake asks.

"Screw light and breezy. We'll just do anything when it feels like it, including becoming official. That's how I live, by just living in the moment with stuff like this. After all, it'll only happen once so why not concentrate on the moment?"

"I agree entirely. Now, let's tell the others."

"This is gonna be fun."

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Jake: hey guys, guess what

Amy: You got stuck in a real life Die Hard again?

Jake: nope, even better

Charles: You're adopting a kid Nikolaj's age so that they can grow old together?

Jake: what? no

You: Jake and I may or may not be in a relationship. Or are at least starting one.

Charles: Finally!

Rosa: Finally

Amy: Finally.

Terry: Finally

You: What do you mean?

Rosa: Jake clearly liked y/n and we all knew that y/n and that dickwad Darren would eventually break up

Charles: ^

Amy: ^

Terry: ^

Gina: ^

Holt: They are not wrong. I thought it was painfully obvious.

Jake: ...

You:

...Ok, bye then.

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"Well then, I have no words. But at least they're all happy that we're together now," I say.

"And so am I." He presses a kiss to my cheek and I snuggle into him.

"Want to watch another movie?"

"No, let's just cuddle and talk."

"I like the sound of that."

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All Snake-Fascinated

“There was one time when we were children, he... he transformed himself into a snake, and he knows that I love snakes. So I went to pick up the snake to admire it, and he transformed back into himself and he was like, "Mblergh, it's me!" And he stabbed me. We were eight....at the time.”

Or: LOKI: Where Mischief Lies by Mackenzi Lee!

I will have to admit to some difficulty writing an unbiased review of this book. Not that I normally try to be unbiased here – I mean, nobody reads this and I don’t care, I just like talking about books. But, still, with this particular book, the bias is pretty damn strong. OK, so I am a huge fan of Mackenzi Lee. I may have mentioned that here before. Because I am a shameless fangirl who very much enjoys her writing style, I will pretty much read anything Mackenzi Lee writes. And, as someone whose general philosophy towards Marvel Movies is “shut up and take my money,” when I heard Mackenzi Lee was going to be writing a YA novel about Loki…yeah I’m pretty sure I may have broken the sound barrier. It doesn’t help that my favorite Marvel movie of all time is Thor: Ragnarok (honestly, Taika Waititi should have directed all the Marvel movies. All of them). It also doesn’t help that I like the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s version of Loki. Also not helping re: my ability to write an objective review of this book is the fact that Tom Hiddleston is extremely attractive.

I may have lost a bit of respect for him as a person re: the Great HiddleSwift PR Stunt, but…damn he’s hot.

He can enter into a PR romance with me any day. I mean, come on:

Right?

So we’ve got the perfect storm of things that I like – an author I enjoy, a fandom in which I’ve been thoroughly entrenched since Iron Man came out in 2008, a gorgeous Englishman portraying a popular, fan-favorite character…Yeah, this is going to be tough. This review really could just be a bunch of nonsense punctuated by Tom Hiddleston gifs.

Wait. Nope. That’s exactly what it is. Damn it.

And I wonder why I’ve failed at being a real writer. Well, that and laziness and a clinically poor attention span. Oh well. That’s what Tumblr is for. I assume. Tumblr! For when you’ve failed at pretty much everything else.

Anyway: LOKI: Where Mischief Lies!

Since this is a young adult novel, we get to deal with adolescent versions of Loki and Thor, which is a pretty long time ago considering that they’re gods and they age very, very slowly. Either way, teen Loki has a best friend/partner in crime named Amora (I see what you did there, Ms. Lee, don’t think I didn’t see what you did just there). Amora is a sorceress in training, and she’s been secretly helping Loki learn magic. Asgardians aren’t big on their princes being sorcerers - they’d rather their princes be golden boy warriors with huge muscles and blonde hair. You know, like Thor. Poor Loki, eternally trapped in Thor’s shadow.

Things get worse when, at the feast of Gullveig, Odin looks into the Godseye Mirror, which is this a supercool mirror that can show the future. The Godseye Mirror just shows general warnings about Asgard’s enemies and Odin then shares what he sees and tells everyone how they will triumph. You know, the things you do with a future-telling mirror. However, at tonight’s feast, what Odin sees in the Godseye Mirror is so terrible he refuses to speak about it publicly. Loki and Thor, eavesdropping on Odin and his council, learn that the prophecy Odin saw had to do with Loki doing something terrible. Gasp! Of course Loki has to know more. So he and Amora sneak into the vault to try and look into the Godseye Mirror themselves.

Except they accidentally break it.

Whoops!

Amora takes the fall for the whole scheme, and, as a result, she’s permanently exiled to Midgard, where she will live the rest of her life without magic. Loki is bereft at the loss of his friend, but Frigga, being the best mom ever, takes over Loki’s magical training, Asgardian prince-standards be damned.

An undetermined amount of time goes by (again, immortal beings, time doesn’t really have much meaning with them) with Loki still, STILL, living stuck in Thor’s shadow. Everybody loves Thor - Thor seems to be able to effortlessly do everything right, while Loki is always having to prove himself. Even when Loki follows all the rules and does everything right, he still manages to fall short of Thor. Plus, there’s still that vague Godseye Mirror prophecy hanging over his head...

When the Norn Stones - the most powerful magic amplifiers in the whole of the Nine Realms - are stolen, Odin tasks Thor with looking for them. It’s a pretty plum assignment, the sort of thing you’d ask a future King to do. Loki, on the other hand, is punted off to Midgard to help some dumb humans. Not a very kingly assignment, but still, Loki has to do it. He arrives in 19th century London to help the SHARP Society investigate a string of murders that appear to have links to Asgardian magic. Unfortunately, the SHARP society isn’t exactly your 19th century version of SHIELD - the whole society consists of Mrs. S, the elderly widow of the society’s founder, Theo, an engineer with a badly damaged leg, and Gem, a cop who has to keep his association with the society secret or else he’ll lose his job.

The indignities Loki must put up with just keep getting worse and worse, but still - if he wants to actually impress Odin, he has to complete this assignment. But humans are just the absolute worst. Only, Theo might not be so bad...

As a Marvel Fangirl, I absolutely loved Loki: Where Mischief Lies because of course I did. I do have a few complaints, though: at times the plot moves a little too slowly, and some of the characters, especially those of the SHARP society, seem a little underdeveloped. I wanted more scenes between Theo and Loki, more time for them to develop a rapport. Honestly, I just wanted more in general. This book could’ve been 800 pages and I would’ve been happy to read it. I mean, it’s Loki gallivanting around 19th Century London solving crimes. If you’re a fan MCU’s Loki, then you’ll love the book. If you’re a very serious book reviewer who doesn’t read books for fun, then, well, you might have a tough time of it.

Still, who knows - the copy I read is an ARC, meaning the text is unfinished. There’s bound to be some changes made to the copy between now and the September release date, so perhaps all my complaining about pacing and underdeveloped characters will be rendered moot. We shall see. In the mean time, 19th Century London + Loki = one very happy fangirl.

RECOMMENDED FOR: Marvel fans, Loki/Tom Hiddleston fans, anyone who enjoys a fun blend of YA Fantasy and Historical Fiction, anyone who can just picture Loki running around 19th century London in a stylish waistcoat...

NOT RECOMMENDED FOR: DC Fans, comic purists, people who dislike Thor and Loki for some reason,

RELEASE DATE: September 3, 2019

RATING: 4/5

TOTALLY UNBIASED FANGIRL RATING: 500,000,000,000,000,000,000/5

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