#i won't be able to just start a new life wherever i feel like

[queerlyglittering]

It's time to start paring my life down to its smallest essentials.

[redcurrantarot]

Pick-a-Card Reading: Who is your Future Spouse/Life Partner?

Hello everyone, and welcome to my first PAC reading! Use your intuition/call upon your spirit guides or higher self to choose the image/group that you feel called to as it holds the message meant for you.

Decks Used: Caroline Myss Archetype Cards, Tea Leaf Oracle Cards, Radiant Rider-Waite Tarot

PAC Theme: Howl's Moving Castle

Disclaimer: This is a general tarot reading for entertainment purposes meant for a wide audience and isn't targeted towards every specific person, so not every message will resonate with every person reading 100%. Take what information resonates with you and leave what doesn't. All of the info provided in my readings are my own personal interpretations of the cards and messages that come through. Because of the general nature of the reading, it's best not to take it too seriously and keep in mind this is just for fun!

© redcurrantarot 2023 — all rights reserved. Do not steal, copy, change, or redistribute my content.

Group 1

Cards: hills, caterpillar, elephant, hammock, samaritan, student, beggar, saboteur rx, chariot rx, page of pentacles, 8 of swords, 8 of wands, 2 of cups

Hello and welcome to your reading group 1!

Starting off, your future spouse/life partner is someone who is still figuring out their life and seems to be quite young and is just starting out their journey. Specifically I'm seeing they're still in school (higher education so college or university most likely) they're in a period of their life where they're a student and in a position where they're learning new things, as for what they're interested in or majoring in I feel like it's definitely something related to helping or communicating with others or societal issues. The thing is though, your future spouse at this point in time seems to also be kind of struggling with lacking direction and feeling stuck in life. It's giving me the feeling of being in school but also being confused with how their life is going, what they want to do and where they're headed. There's a lot of feeling trapped in their circumstances and not knowing what to do and feeling aimless. They're giving financially struggling college student, the type to barely make ends meet and might eat instant ramen a lot. It seems like they're probably lacking a support system in their life and feeling kind of helpless. I can also see them working a minimum wage type of job most likely and just trying to survive. I think the main reason for this is because of the fact that they seem to be some type of foreign exchange type student as in they're probably from another country and are attending school in another and have only themselves to depend on money wise. They're honestly working super hard to the point where it can be kind of unhealthy and they might not be able to take care of themselves very well because they're just trying to get by. Things won't always be this way for them though as things seem to be looking up and a change is coming their way. I'm seeing specifically that this is how the two of you meet each other, your person eventually decides to go on a trip or a vacation of some sort maybe back to their home country or wherever but it's definitely somewhere far away and then that's how both of you end up meeting!

Group 2

Cards: bear, coins, boat, heart, messiah rx, prince rx, don juan, angel, knight of cups, 4 of wands rx, 10 of wands, king of wands rx, king of pentacles

Hello and welcome to your reading group 2!

Alright this is interesting, your future spouse/life partner is someone who comes off or acts in a way that is arrogant and they're someone who is also very powerful I'm seeing when it comes to their position in life and their social standing. They're someone who has a very large presence and who gives the impression that they know everything and are pretty intimidating too as if everything is in their control, they have a god complex. But I'm also seeing the reason for why they act this way/give this impression and it's because it is an act/a mask or a defensive mechanism in a way, I don't believe they actually truly believe they are better than others or above them but they take advantage of their power, their charm and attractive qualities to protect themselves because there is a lot of burden on them since they are incredibly connected to money and might be at risk a lot because of this. I'm seeing that this facade they have is because of issues and pressures due to their upbringing/family and because it's likely they come from some sort of generational wealth, in a way it's like they have to serve them which gives me the impression on top of this pressure already, they might be the heir to their family as well which comes with expectations. They might feel like everything is on them to succeed and they carry a lot on their shoulders. There are always people flocking to them and around them, sometimes not with the best intentions because not only do they have wealth from their family, they're also very good at making money and doing business and are held to high expectations by others and also themselves. I also think they're someone who's very smooth and knows how to use their seductive qualities to their advantage. Despite all of this though, underneath it all, this act and this performance they are someone who is truly kind and incredibly caring at heart. I'm seeing that they're someone who is probably pretty sensitive and soft hearted which is even more of a reason to put out a strong front, despite having so much wealth, they're also altruistic too and they definitely use their money for the right reasons and give back to others and to the right causes eg. charities, non profit organizations etc.

Group 3

Cards: torch, july, tree, apple, mediator, king, priest, monk/nun rx, king of swords, king of cups, 5 of pentacles rx, ace of cups, 4 of pentacles

Hello and welcome to your reading group 3!

I'm seeing that for your future spouse/life partner, they're someone who has a talent for connecting with people and has great communication skills which can bring people together. They're someone who can combine their intelligence and perception as well as their emotional sensitivity and compassion to move people and persuade them. I'm seeing that they're also someone who commands a level or respect and they also have some type of authority and are a leader in some way, they're someone people look up to. One thing that comes out very clearly about them is that they're also someone who is incredibly devoted to their spiritual/religious beliefs, they're very pious to the extent where it's something that they're known for and they might dedicate themselves to their religious beliefs to the point that they take priority over material matters at times or become overly concerned with them. They strongly give me the impression that they use their skills to help others in some way and offer them care and compassion. For some people their person might be a counselor of some sort or a therapist but I also can't help but feel like they do in some way use their spiritual/religious beliefs to tie into their work somehow or that it is in some way related. I honestly wouldn't even be surprised if they were some kind of religious/spiritual advisor or even a priest or just someone important in their religious/spiritual community that people turn to for help or guidance. They kind of give me the impression of someone who is good at preaching or might even want to "save" others. Another thing that is coming through is that they have a lot of self control or discipline towards themselves because of their beliefs and seem to be conservative in some way and for some of you, your person might be the type to want to "wait until marriage" or at least further in into the relationship if you get what I mean. One last message that is coming through is that for some of you, you guys might be part of the same religious/spiritual community and your families might know each other and it's possible you'll meet because you're introduced to each other through them and that this could be an arranged marriage/pairing.

Group 4

Cards: mice, broom, camel, tree, healer, child: wounded rx, vampire, mentor, 8 of cups, 10 of pentacles rx, the hermit, 6 of cups 8 of pentacles, the sun

Hello and welcome to your reading group 4!

Your future spouse/life partner is someone who is on a healing journey. They're someone who has experienced a lot of pain and trauma in their past, specifically their childhood and growing up from their family and is finally leaving it all behind in the past and recovering from this. I'm seeing that they've finally walked away from this and probably have cut them out from their life and moved away into a new home and life and have made a lot of effort and spent a lot of time alone to self reflect and introspect on the issues their trauma has caused them. This caused them to become aware and more protective of themselves and to not let others take advantage of them anymore, but I'm also seeing that through this self healing journey they found a new purpose in life that is part of healing their inner child and past wounds. It's really beautiful honestly, not only are they healing from this but they've decided to use their experiences and pain to guide others, specifically other children so that they can give them what they never had. I'm seeing that this person is very likely a teacher of some kind or at least for sure works with children, they could work in a school teaching them or could even be a daycare/kindergarten teacher or a child therapist of some kind or they could work with families, maybe even child protection services, something along those lines. But whatever they do they truly put in a lot of work to be a good mentor to other kids and to help and guide them. It's something that they're truly passionate about and it brings them a lot of joy not only towards themselves and their inner child but to other kids as well, they're someone who is constantly and consistently putting in effort to learn more and heal by working with other children and just spending time with them.

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[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 7

A/N: PHEW this is a tough series to write, folks. But I promise if you hang on to the end, you won't be disappointed. This is another chapter in my time travel/soulmate AU with Elvis and a fem!reader. I hope you all like this chapter. Please don't give up on us. It's gonna get so gooooood.

Need to catch up? Here's my masterlist.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, angsttttttt

Word count: ~2.5k

Will he ever see you again?

******

You sit in your bed staring at your left hand and the diamond ring nestled there on your finger. Jeff is asleep next to you snoring quietly. You knew the proposal was coming, since you've been together for almost a year and a half, but now that the ring is on your finger there's only one thought in your head: you have to tell Elvis.

Even though you ended on difficult terms, you feel like you owe it to him to let him know that you're okay and that you can live the rest of your life without him. You know he can and will live the rest of his without you. You're not sure why, but a single tear escapes and slides down your cheek. You haven't seen him in 2 years and pushing him through the portal was the hardest thing you'd ever done. Would he even want to see you? How on earth would you make a portal to get back if he hates you?

Still, you have to risk it. Something is telling you that you need to let him know. Whatever the thing is that binds you together is screaming at you to try to find him. You pull your phone out and start doing research to figure out where he is in the spring of '62. He's filming Girls Girls Girls.

"You okay, baby?" Jeff rolls over and notices that you're awake.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just... I need to go to Hawaii."

"Hawaii?!"

"Yeah. Just trust me. I'll be back in a couple days."

"Whatever you say, babe." He rolls over and goes back to sleep.

There's a distinct squeezing feeling in your chest and you hate to admit it, but you miss Elvis.

******

Elvis gets back to his hotel room at the Hawaiian Village in Oahu after a long day of filming and lays on his bed fully clothed. Out of nowhere, you enter his mind. He's tried so hard not to think about you over the past two years, but when he's especially tired, he just can't help it. The same old wondering about whether he'll ever see you again hits him and he wants to cry. After the way you literally shoved him away last time, though, he's pretty sure you won't come looking for him again. Still, he says a quick prayer that you're okay, wherever you are, and squeezes his eyes shut so that the tears that have gathered there slide down the side of his face into his hair. For the first time in a while, he lets himself miss you.

******

On the plane, you nervously fidget with the new ring on your finger. You think about the last two years, about graduation, starting to date Jeff, getting your job, and everything else that's happened. The six months after you forced Elvis to leave were a dark time for you. And then there was Jeff. You'd met him that same night, but you didn't expect him to come crashing back into your life like he did. He dragged you out of your depression and made you go to counseling. He helped you cut back on your drinking and really actually saved your life. You don't feel about him the way you felt, or feel, about Elvis, but you love him. He's a good man and he'll be a good husband.

But he's not Elvis. And your stomach flutters at the thought of seeing him again.

******

Another day of shooting is over and Elvis falls back onto his bed again. For some reason, he's thinking about you again and he's starting to get annoyed with himself for not being able to focus on what he's actually doing. Why are you back in his mind? He shakes his head and goes to take a shower.

When he steps out, towel around his waist, his jaw damn near hits the floor. The old familiar buzzing sound is there, complete with the wavy air.

******

You step through the portal and it closes behind you with a pop.

"Hi Elvis." He stands there unable to speak. A lump has formed in his throat and he's not sure whether he should kiss you or yell at you.

"What are you doing here?" He finally gets out.

"I-I... it's a long story." The tension in the room is so thick you'd need a hell of a knife to cut through it. He walks past you to the bed and sits down on the edge of it in an effort to keep himself from passing out.

"I never thought I'd see you again."

"I know. Do you hate me?" You ask tentatively, not sure you're ready for the answer. He's dying to run to you and wrap his arms around you, to feel your skin against his and press his lips to you finally after all this time. But he doesn't.

"I wouldn't say hate."

"But you're not happy to see me."

"How many times am I supposed to let you hurt me before I can stop being happy to see you?" His words cut through you like a laser and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. He's not wrong. You have hurt him pretty badly twice now. You look down at your feet to hide the tears that are now sliding down your cheeks. All you can do is whisper.

"I'm sorry."

He can tell you're crying and it breaks his heart. He knows it wasn't easy to push him away like you did, especially with the state you were in without him. After a few more minutes, he can't stand it anymore.

He stands up and takes three steps to you, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly. You cry into his chest and he strokes your hair soothingly.

But you're not just crying because you've hurt him in the past. You're crying because you know you're about to do it again. For a wild second you consider just staying with him in 1962. To hell with not changing the past and with your own future. You want him. But you can't. He matters too much. You can't take that away from him or from the world.

"Now, honey, why don't you tell me why you're here?" He backs up and takes both of your hands in his. That's when he notices your ring. "What the hell is this?"

You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second before you answer him.

"It's the reason I'm here, Elvis."

"Y/n, did you get married?"

"Not yet. But I'm going to." He stumbles backwards away from you and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Who is he?" You sit down next to him and he gets up and walks away. He goes to the closet and pulls out a pair of pants, putting them on a little more aggressively than necessary.

"It doesn't matter."

"Like hell it doesn't. I need to know who's taking my woman."

"Elvis. Seriously? Do you think I don't know about Anita? And Sandy? And Priscilla?" He stops and it's like someone has dumped ice water down his spine.

"Y-y-you know about them?"

"I know about all of them. And I know who you will marry and it's not me. Did you think I was gonna sit around in my time pining over you while you lived your life?" He pulls a shirt over his head and sits down next to you on the bed. He turns and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes.

"No. I don't know what I thought. I guess I just hoped... but no, you're right. You should be happy in your time. Do you love him?" You manage a weak half-smile.

"He's good to me."

"That doesn't answer my question. Because I couldn't let you go to anyone that you don't-"

"I love him." You want to tell him that you don't love Jeff the way you love him, but what purpose would that serve?

"So I guess this is it, then?" You look into his eyes and try to keep yourself from crying again.

"I guess it is. Will you kiss me one more time. Like you mean it?"

"Honey, I do mean it." He leans in and kisses you deeply, his tongue brushing against yours tenderly.

"Make love to me like you mean it."

His hands roam over your body and he kisses down your neck.

"I mean it more than anything. Honey, if this is really the last time, I'm gonna make it count."

He lays you down on the bed and kisses the skin he can reach on your chest. Then he runs his hand under your shirt and lifts it over your head. He undoes your bra in one try and throws it to the side.

"You're so beautiful. I love your body. I just need to say that." He kisses down your chest and licks and sucks each of your nipples. He kisses back up to your mouth and groans into your mouth. His hand makes it way down to your center underneath your pants. But he stops before his fingers slide inside you.

"Would he... can I?"

"I want you to. Please." He nods and pushes his fingers into you. You moan and throw your head back in pleasure. No one will ever be able to bring you such pleasure with just his hand. He kisses your mouth deeply.

"We need to send you home. We need a portal."

"And I want you one last time."

"One last time."

You choke back tears as he moves his mouth from your neck down to your center. He pulls your pants down and off and kisses the inside of your thighs. His tongue moves up to your core and he licks over and around your clit skillfully.

"God, yes, I need it one more time."

"One more time, baby." He whispers into you as he continues to lick your clit. You feel the coil of your orgasm tighten in your lower stomach as he works between your legs.

"Yes, baby, please." You moan, running your fingers through his hair. Nothing Jeff does turns you on like Elvis does.

"Come for me honey. One last time." It doesn't take much more for you to slide over the edge into oblivion with his tongue moving on you as the electricity runs through you from your core to the tips of your fingers.

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as he moves up your body, unbuttoning his pants to line himself up with your entrance.

"Hey. Is this what you want?" He kisses your cheek and waits for your answer before moving.

"Yes. Yes, god, I want it more than anything."

"Then look at me." You open your eyes and meet his deep blue ones in anticipation. He puts a hand on your cheek. "I will always love you. But I understand. I know we can only have this moment and nothing more. I don't love you any less because of it."

"Oh, Elvis." He presses his forehead to yours and then pushes into you slowly.

"Tell me you love me."

"God, you know I do."

"Say it anyway, so I have something to remember forever."

"I love you with all of me. Always and forever." He moves inside you, picking up speed with each thrust.

"That's my girl." He moves faster and faster, moving closer and closer to the end. Neither of you wants it to be over, but you both know you have lives waiting for you on the other side.

You wrap your legs around him in the hope that you can keep him closer for even just a moment longer. He grunts with the change in sensation and lays his head on your shoulder as he fucks you.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"I don't want to leave you." He captures your lips in a deep kiss and continues pushing toward the end. His cock slides in and out of you rhythmically and you want to cry with the intensity of your passion. Finally, he shudders and you feel his warmth fill you. His shoulders shake with the depth of his affection for you and you hold him close as you both weep. It's not long before you hear the buzzing sound and you have the insane urge to stay again.

You push his head up off of your shoulder and run your fingers through his hair.

"What if I stayed?" He pops his head up and looks at you.

"You know you can't. He's waiting for you." You sob openly. He's right. Your fiancé is waiting for you and his life is waiting for him. He holds you tightly as you cry for another couple of minutes. Then he kisses your forehead.

"You have to go, honey." You nod and slide out of the bed. You slowly gather your clothing and dress enough to get back through the portal. He stands up and pulls you to him one last time. "I will always love you. I hope he makes you as happy as you deserve to be."

"I love you, Elvis."

"I know, honey. I know." You grab his hand and kiss his fingers one last time. Then, you walk through the portal away from him toward your future. He watches you walk through and decides it's time to move Priscilla to Graceland and move on with his life.

******

It's 1966 and Elvis is knee deep in filming another stupid movie that the Colonel signed him to. He's ready to walk off the set and never come back to Hollywood. His whole career is a farce and his life feels like a joke. He finds a bathroom and is just about to seek some quiet time inside when he hears it.

The buzzing sound.

He looks to his left and sees the wavy air. It's been 4 long years and so much has changed. Why would a portal appear now? He was pretty sure that when he saw you in '62 it was the last time he'd ever see you. Still, the portal is undeniable. It tempts him with the possibility of seeing you and getting a break from his tedious and impossibly irritating schedule of filming. Even if it is a mistake, who cares at this point? Anything is better than the mind-numbing movies and soul-crushing reality of his current life.

He walks through the portal cautiously. When he does, he's shocked to find you on the floor. You have your knees folded and your whole body is shaking as you sob.

What the hell has happened to you in the 4 years since he's seen you?

******

Until chapter 8!

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[crepe-of-wrath]

random sebastian x fem reader

notes/warnings: 18+ (like, seriously); fem reader; collars; Reader is super submissive; Bassy essentially considers reader his little Pet and is manipulative and dominant as hell; but he also makes Reader feel very good; Reader has a huge praise kink and has heavily absorbed period-typical gender roles; infidelity (in the context of a loveless arranged marriage)

"I should do something about that inconvenient husband of yours, my sweet pet."

You simply nodded. "Whatever you think is best, my sweet."

The Phantomhive butler loomed over you, cupping your face and making you look up at him.

Softly, he said to you, "Do you know how much it pleases me when you agree with me, when you obey me, when you set aside all your oaths and beliefs, just to make me happy? "

As you looked into his eyes, you were blissful. You were a woman: you were formed and trained for submission, and it was all you had ever wanted to do. But perfect submission--it couldn't be attained if the man was not worthy of such! On your first visit to the Manor, Sebastian had seen, had understood, and had taken pity on you.

Sebastian grasped and groped you through your linen shift, pulling you quite close to him. Your body flushed with arousal and pulsed in anticipation. The way he took what he wanted, the way he was able to pierce your soul with his eyes: he was worthy of perfect submission, and it was all you wanted to give him.

His nostrils flared as the material of your shift caught in his hands.

"I should destroy this," he snapped.

"If you think it is best, my sweet." Effortlessly, he obliterated everything that dared to come between him and your bare body. He softly ran his glove-tipped fingers wherever he wanted, which was fitting, as you did belong to him, after all. The small hairs on your arm stood on end as he dragged a single finger down your neck and shoulders. When he circled over the nipples of your heavy, heavy breasts with the lightest, most teasing touches, you started making the most lewd noises and became unsteady on your feet.

Sebastian caught you, molding him to you like you were a toy. "My sweet pet, as ever, you are a complete delight to me. You are so helpless, so good. It makes me so sad that your perfect obedience is only rewarded when you are with me. I really do think you should be with me all the time, don't you?"

In a sort of affirmative answer, you tried to snuggle even closer to him. He responded by placing the back of his hand against your neck, causing you to whine with need. Laughing softly, he unfurled his fingers, wrapping them around your neck, gently squeezing. The control, the dominance of this gesture--your life's breath in his hand--made you shudder with pleasure.

He laughed. "I want to give you a little present, my sweet pet, and this is where you will wear it." He rubbed and squeezed your neck. Your breathing got heavier. You had--you had heard whispers of this, women who wore collars gifted to them by the men they adored. You had let yourself think of such things once or twice while lying in bed alone in your husband's home. Not in your deepest, most incomprehensible fantasies had you thought--

Before your poor little mind was able to process anything further, Sebastian had procured a delicate little gold and pearl collar with a tiny bell from his pocket and was securing it around your neck. He knew he didn't need to ask for any permission.

"Sweet pet, won't you stand there and just let me look at you so I can see your pretty little gift?" You nodded, although it physically hurt you to lose his touch.

Sebastian left you and walked over to the large chair in the corner of his room. He took off his tailcoat, loosened his tie, and partially unbuttoned his shirt before sitting down so that he could admire you as you stood in the center of his room, bare except for your new collar. Eventually, he patted his lap gently and said, "Come and sit here, my precious, darling pet."

You walked over toward him, letting your body sway so the bell on the collar would tinkle and chime. When he opened his arms and drew you into his lap, you actually began to sob a little because you were so happy.

"Shhh, shhh, my sweet, obedient pet." Sebastian stroked your body as you curled into him. "Trust you owner. He's going fix everything."

[thequietkid-moonie]

Beautiful and powerful but lonely darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Jack, Korekiyo ]

[ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie ] [ Danganronpa V3 Killing Harmony ]

⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!

× Inspired on Cleopatra (from Majo Taisen)

Ah, yes, two of the crazy men im in love with❤️ I loved doing this!! Also, my first time writing for Kiyo!! Im so nervous but excited!! Aaahhh!! Hope you love it as much as I did!! ❤️❤️

Also, read Majo Taisen!! Is an amazing manga with amazing characters, and amazing art, amazing motivations for the tournament ~ just read it, you won't regret it 🖤

Jack the Ripper

It doesn't matter if you are new on the town or have lived your entirely life in there, it doesn't take much time for him to notice your presence (but is more likely that it happens until adulthood since during childhood he was in the slums), but I mean, how he couldn't noticed you, wherever you go you catch everyone's gaze with your beauty and elegancy

With your only presence and bearing Jack was already interested on you, but the fact that everyone is looking at you with admiration and desire with every step you take, ready to fullfil your wish only with your only presence, despertly wanting to be by your side and have the bless to bask into your presence make him more and more intriged by you

Jack isn't like everyone else, he doesn't want to kneel before you or do everything for you just thanks to the influece of your overwhelming beauty, he admit that you are truly beautiful and amusing but that isn't enough for him, he is interested in you, he wants to know more about you, he wonder how you would look when you're flooded by the beautiful colors of despair and fear, would you look even more beautiful than you already are? Maybe you pretty face will turn into something completely diferent

Speaking of colors, since the first moment Jack had noticed the deep color of loneliness around you and he finds it pretty interesting, he doesn't pity you nor get sad for you, it actually only increase his interest on you, a person who is always surrounded by a lot of people that are ready to please you and fullfil your wishes and still you can't have the only thing that you really want

Jack is completely amused and intriged by you since the moment he lays his eyes on you, however he won't approach to you right away, he prefers to stay in the shadows for a while, follow you close and watch you, he wants to know more about you and what better than watching you close! He wants to know every litte detail of you, he want to be there anytime your colors change into colors of happines or saddness, he want to know what make your colors change, but above all Jack wants to be able to be the one making your colors change, he want to make you experiment the true fear for the first and last time

As the time pass by Jack start to want more and more of you, with the more he watch you from afar and the more he knows you the more he is amased by you, he is more conviced that you are perfect inside and out, the more he wants you

Jack finds pretty disgusting and even pathetic how so much people want to serve you or want everything about you just by your looks, they doesn't know how to appreciate your true beauty, he does, he doesn't just appreciate your looks Jack appreciate the beauty that is hidden in your lonely heart, the one that is craving for love but knows that not anyone is worthy of, the beauty that is hidden in your strength, that strength with which you can easily get rid of anyone who dares to annoy you or try to go too far with you and overcome your limits

Jack doesn't approach to you until he feels like he knows enough about you, or well until he knows all he can know by being afar from you, when he feels that he already has enough and needs to step in, needs to be around you, NEEDS you. The moment Jack approach to you he do it so casually, so naturaly, introducing himself with elegancy like the gentelman he is, it doesn't matter if you try to ignore him or don't really pay him attention he will just laugh softly at your reaction, he knew this could happen, he knows you really well and he understand, he may seem like all the rest that tried to court you into he past but he is different and he will show it to you, it doesn't matter if he has to force you to accept him in your life he is totally willing to do it

Jack slowly get more and more into your life, make it seem like coincidences, just like an inocent friendship that slowly blooms when in reallity he has calculated every step he takes, Jack has a complete plan to make you fall in his trap where he will become the only one who matters to you, the only one who can change your colors

Jack thinks that he only wants to be able to overpowered you, to make you feel the biggest fear to see that beautiful color on you, but deep down in his heart he want to be with you, to be one with you and to be able to do this Jack start to gently push you into his arms where you will never escape, he start monopolizing you with delicate and sweet actions of love that not even he fully noticed

Jack already know a lot about you but now that he is closer to you he makes efforts to win your trust so he can delve into the deepest parts of your being and heart, finally knowing everything he can about you to feed his lovely and obsessive heart

Even when all the world want to reach you Jack doesn't think on kidnapping you, is irritating to see all the people despertly trying to get something from you, even if is just your gaze, but he is completely sure that he can completely protect you from any danger, he can easily get rid of anyone, and, most important, he can know when you start trusting in him more, or even if you ever think that he is worthy of your love he will know before you do, so he doesn't have to fear much because, one way or another, at the end you will be completely his

Korekiyo Shinguji

Korekiyo has noticed you since the start, I even dare to say that since the moment you got in the school he noticed you, and for him it was like love at first sight, but how it couldn't be? You are just the more beautiful human being he ever had the bless to lay his eyes on

Since the start your beauty had captivate him (just like for everyone else) he wants to know more about you so he tries to approach to you and properly introduce himself, it doesn't matter if you are interested on him or not, even if you just ignore him and pass by him he will only take it as an interesting response

Korekiyo is determinate to know everything there is to know about you, how he could call himself the ultimate anthropologist if he doesn't do everything in his power to investigate you, the most beautiful person alive, the pinnacle of human beauty, for a long time he will be stalking you, following you everywhere and watching you from afar, amazed by everything you do, slowly getting into your life, little by little he gets more and more close to you until he finally can talk to you directly

When Korekyo finally has the opportunity to talk to you directly (either since the start or after watching you from afar for a while) at first he gives you a lot of compliments, he can't stop himself from expressing how beautiful you are, how grateful he is for having the opportunity to meet someone so beautiful! so perfect! something that isn't new for you at all, everyone who meet you finds you beautiful, although his compliments where a little different, like more poetic and intense, kinda refreshing to say at least. However he did something that no one had never done before, he asks you about you, what you like, what you dislike, what you are into, which is your ultimate talent, how is your personality, what do you wish in life, whatever you are willing to share with him he is more than happy to hear you with devotion (even so, whatever you won't share he will find out soon or later), this was something truly unexpected but certainly not unpleasent, maybe he will be worthy of your love

Korekiyo's loves and obsession for you just grows more and more as the time pass by, getting more and more amazed by every little detail of you, with every day he just gets more convinced that you truly are the pinnacle of beauty, however it seems like everyone thinks the same because everywhere you go there is always people who can't help but look at you, some of them even directly gives you compliments and try to be physicaly close to you, and as much as he loves that people actually admire your beauty just the way you deserve it drives him crazy everytime someone desperately tries to catch your attention, calling your name like if it wasn't nothing and even daring to try to touch you, he can't help but frown and stare furiously while cursing under his breath, trying to control himself and don't go against they here and now, more than once he had scare whoever tried to talk to you and making them to run away (sometimes intentionally other times unintentionally)

Korekiyo hates seeing others trying to approach to you, the more disrespectful they are with you the more angry he is (specially with the ones who approach to you with vulgar intentions, the ones who think that they have the right to touch you in a no so friendly way, or just to touch you at all, left alone without your fully consent, it take all the self control he has on him to not go and just let out all his anger against them) sometimes he can't control himself and goes violent against them but always apologize to you for making such scene in front of you. However he knows that you aren't lady in distress, he had saw you defend yourself against whoever dares to disrespect you in any way before, even if that means to get in a fight (still you are really stronge and the fight doesn't last long), he hates that you had to resorting to having to fight and still he is just more fascinated with you by seeing you fight (still that doesn't stop him from growing clingy to you and being protective over you, even if you don't alow him he will do it without you knowledge)

Korekiyo finds amazing that you will always find someone ready to fullfil your wishes, you have a lot of people behind that are ready to follow your orders you just have to ask, even if you ask them to get into their knees to use them to sit on someone will happy to do so, he likes to watch people following your orders even if you don't thank them or even glance at them, he thinks that is just how a beauty such as yourself deserve to be treaten, and he is willing to follow your orders at some extent too but he isn't doing it for free, he isn't like everyone else, what he wants in return is you, being able to bask in your warm and beauty, being able to be with you, love you and be loved is what he wants

Korekiyo has consider kidnapting you, a beauty such as yourself should be admire for eternity but also protected for all of those who thinks they have the right to even talk to you without all the respect of the world, and every time someone tries to cross the limit just trigger him more and more, is in those moments when he thinks on kidnapting you because he is the only one who will know how treat you with the love and respect you deserve, however is obvious that you have a preference for him, but I mean how you wouldn't? he is the only one who is truly interested in you, the only one who had seen beyond your physical beauty and is truly interested in you, even better that he has never been scare to express how beautiful you are, inside and out

He is truly worthy of your love, he is the only one you had never throwed away, and that doesn't went unoticed from him and that fact is what keeps him calm, what calm his insecurities and worries and what prevent him to take you away from the world because he knows that even when everyone is willing to kneel before you you know he is the only one who truly appreciate all your beauty, the only one who had truly loved you

[corrodedseraphine]

wherever I am | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

based on my second (!!!) request from @phantypurple, thank you dear, I hope you won't be dissappointed! this time insead a long story I present you some short scenes, hope that's okay

request: Eddie x reader. They haven't met yet, but they keep bumping into eachother constantly by luck. (Going to grocery shopping and she is there, going to the music store and he is there, etc) and they both feel really attracted to the other but they don't interact until CC just forces them cause they can't stand the pinning anymore and then it's cute and fluff.

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1990

The first thing Eddie did as soon as he fully recovered was to become employed in the mechanic's shop of one of Hopper's friends. After a few years of hard work, Eddie was appreciated, because when Mr. Smith retired it was Young Munson who became the new owner of the place. Thanks to this, you were able to afford to buy an apartment together. When everything was ready you organized a housewarming party, thus together with those closest to you you were now sitting in the large living room celebrating the new beginning of your future together.

"I'd like to ask for everyone's attention!" Eddie exclaimed, standing in the middle of the room. At the sound of these words, Dustin quickly ran to another room and returned from it with a huge cardboard box wrapped in gift paper, which he handed to Eddie. "This is a small gift, for our beautiful new start, dear." he said, placing the box in your lap. It was suspiciously light.

"What is it?" you asked curiously.

"Unpack it and you'll find out." he showed his boyish smile.

So you started unpacking. In the large cardboard box was...a smaller one. In the smaller one was an even smaller carton, and so on endlessly. With amusement you unpacked step by step, until finally you reached the smallest item. The item at the sight of which took your breath away and the laughter and conversation throughout the living room quieted. Almost no one expected something like this.  Your hands were shaking as you opened the small velvet box that contained the ring. You didn't even notice when Eddie got down on one knee in front of you, watching your reaction carefully. He slowly took it from you and began to speak.

"As I said...this is our new beginning together. I have always known that you are special. Something has always been drawing us to each other, I don't know what it was but I'm damn grateful for every moment that fate put you in my path. Without hesitation you followed me to hell. You never left my side, and I hope you know that I would have done the same for you." His voice was slowly breaking, and tears were flowing from his eyes however, he was still smiling. "I love you. I love you more than anything in my life, and I want you to always remember that. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know that together we can handle anything. The last few years have shown me that a trip to Mordor will be like a damn trip to Disneyland for us." he laughed. "Together we are unbreakable. So now, in the presence of our family I want to ask, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?"

"Yes!" the world around you was spinning. Your heart was beating so loudly that it drowned out the applause of the rest. Seconds later you were kneeling on the floor next to him as he gently slid the ring onto your finger.

"I love you Eddie. I love you so damn much," you hugged him and cried into the bend of his neck repeating those words again and again.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I always will." he muttered into your hair embracing you and stroking your back.  When you separated from each other it was time for congratulations. Everyone hugged you in turn telling you how happy they were with your happiness. Wayne also couldn't hold back tears when he said he welcomed you to the family.

"Does that mean I'm going to be your best man?" asked an excited Dustin.

"And why should it be you?" asked Mike.

"Yeah! I was the one who helped packing the ring!" interjected Lucas.

"But I was the one who came up with the idea to pack it like that!" exclaimed Dustin.

"You seem to forget that it was me and Steve who helped him pick the ring." added Will high-fiving Steve.

"That's enough of this pointless argument, gentlemen!" suddenly Gareth got up from his seat and walked over to Eddie putting his arm around him. "Everyone knows that if anyone is to be best man it will be me," he said.

"And why is that?" Dustin was shocked.

"Because if it weren't for me, the thing between them would never have happened." he smirked

"What is he talking about?" you asked curiously.

"Dude, for real? Now?" Eddie groaned.

"Time to face the truth my friend." Jeff added with a laugh.

"Honey, before I say anything I would like to remind you that the offer was accepted by you, you were aware of your actions and returns are not accepted." He said looking and kissed you wanting to soften your heart. "Sit down. It's story time." He sighed.

January 1986

Mondays were never one of Eddie's favorite days, but the delivery of supplies at the music store always made them bearable.

"Hi Dave!" he shouted toward the owner as he walked inside, letting in the cold air behind him.

"Shut the damn door boy!" the man replied. Dave was a good friend of Wayne's. One of very few. This friendship did not bother Eddie one bit, on the contrary. A friendly discount on all new tapes was something awesome for him.

"Oh, yes, shit, sorry."

"You're earlier today." he said pulling out a big box from under the counter, at the sight of which Eddie's eyes lit up.

"I couldn't miss it!" The boy immediately dived into it, looking intently at the small plastic packages.

"You know the deal. You're the first person to look through them, but you put them all nicely in their place."

"Sure thing." Eddie smiled broadly and at a slow speed began unpacking the contents of the carton and laying everything out in its proper places. Fully absorbed in his task, he paid no attention to what was going on around him, so he flinched slightly when he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir." He turned quickly toward your voice. When he saw you he stopped moving. You looked really beautiful, your nose and cheeks red from the cold added to your charm. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for the store manager." You said trying to mask your stress and sound in control and professional. His attention, however, did not escape the slight tremor of your words and your slightly too fast breathing. He noticed something about you that didn't allow him to simply look away. You must have been new in town, because he was sure you would have definitely attracted his attention before. Besides, he didn't think anyone had ever addressed to him as Sir. Hardly anyone called him by his first name let alone this.

"Are you looking for him because...?" he asked grinning as a plan popped into his head.

"I saw a sign in the window saying you were looking for employees. I just moved to Hawkins and I am interested in a job offer. Here's my resume." You said holding out a piece of paper in front of you.

"This is your lucky day! You're talking to a manager himself!" he said enthusiastically, smiling wider.

"Not true!" Dave's voice came to you as Eddie reached out to take the resume from your hands. Seeing the other man's reaction, you stepped back confused. "This punk doesn't even work here." he continued. Eddie just rolled his eyes and went back to his previous activity, trying to hear what you were talking about. For some reason, he wasn't able to focus on the music anymore, and his gaze wandered to the small wooden table where you and Dave were sitting. He suspected that he would be here much more often from now on. 

A few days later, Eddie and Wayne went out shopping. In the parking lot in front of the store, he noticed a rather familiar figure. Maybe not exactly familiar, but certainly the one he had thought about very often since meeting her at the music store. With a bag slung over your shoulder, you quickly entered the store, and they followed your footsteps. Still looking around between the shelves, Eddie couldn't focus on what his uncle was saying. Finally somewhere in the chemistry aisle he spotted you and stopped to observe what you were doing.

"Are you even listening to me son?" asked an irritated Wayne when Eddie, stopping, bumped into him. "What the hell are you looking at?" followed his nephew's gaze. You stubbornly tried to reach the laundry detergent from the top shelf by jumping up.

Unfortunately, it had no effect. Resigned, you put one foot on the lowest shelf. "Go help the girl before she knocks over the whole thing on herself, not stare!"  With a quick step, he moved towards you, seeing the rack slowly starting to wobble. "Hey, let me help you." He said quickly standing next to you and reaching for the detergent. He was close enough that he could easily smell your perfume, not at all surprised that he liked it.

"Thank you, Eddie." you said, smiling shyly.

"Wait-do you know my name?" he asked shocked.

"I've heard a little about you," you said.

"I'm betting that the things you heard were not among the best..." he rolled his eyes.

"Just because I heard them doesn't mean I believe them." You shrugged your shoulders. "Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, help you with anything else?" he didn't know what but something inside didn't want to let you go at any cost.

"I think I can handle it. Have a good day, Eddie!" you said goodbye and, together with your purchases, you moved ahead.

To young Munson slowly began to get the meaning of your words. You had heard about him. People probably started warning you about the local freak the very first day your foot stepped on Hawkins land. But you didn't care. He still had a chance. But a chance for what actually? He didn't know himself.

"She looks nice." Wayne's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, she does." he whispered still not taking his eyes off you.

"What's her name?"

"Oh, shit..."

You were everywhere. He had to let someone go across the crosswalk? It was you. The girl who accidentally bumped into him while walking in the woods when he was going to his regular selling spot? Of course it was you. He no longer counted the number of times you stood behind each other in line at the store or passed each other on the street. Wherever he was, you were there, too. For the moment, he was able to recognize you in the biggest crowd. Even without seeing you yet, he felt your presence, felt this strange attraction and a moment later he always found a face he couldn't stop thinking about. Still, he did not know your name. Of course, he thought about it many times. He applied all sorts of names to you, wondering which one fit best, hoping that one day he would finally not have to make them up.

"Hey, loverboy!" Gareth threw a drumstick at him.

"What?" he asked, shaking it off.

"Thinking about the mysterious stranger again?" laughed Jeff. "Shut up," he muttered.

"For five minutes we've been talking to you about a new song and you're somewhere else! We'll never get beyond the Hideout with this attitude."

"Stop being dramatic and play!" Eddie growled while grabbing his guitar. The rest immediately returned to their instruments harmonizing with the guitar. Before the song was over something else caught his attention. Suddenly, a jacket in a color he knew well appeared on the porch of the house across the street. He squinted his eyes wanting to take a closer look when you turned. Your gaze immediately met his. You smiled broadly while waving in his direction, and he immediately stopped playing to wave you back.

"Who the hell are you waving at?" asked Gareth, annoyed by the sudden pause.

"And you're smiling so stupidly." Simon added.

"That's her..." Eddie said quietly still smiling. He watched as you got into the car and slowly drove off from under the house.

"You have a crush on Mrs. Hunson's granddaughter?" Mrs. Hunson was the owner of the house across the street and the only person in the neighborhood who tolerated the band's rehearsals in Gareth's garage. Maybe it was because her husband was a big metal fan, or maybe because she was deaf in one ear and the noise didn't bother her that much.

"Do you... uh- Do you know what her name is?" he asked scratching the back of his neck.

"Dude! You've been drooling over her for over a month now and you don't even know her name?" the situation was hilarious to the rest of the band.

"Why don't you be a good friend and finally tell me?" Munson bit back.

"And just so you know, I'll help you! But not like this." A sinister smile crept onto Emerson's face.

"And what way?"

"You'll find out in your own time. Now play!" 

The crowd at the Hideout was not the largest, as always. That's why when he noticed you sitting alone at one of the tables surprise and excitement mixed into one. This had to be a sign. Since you even found yourself here and sat there watching him with a smile on your lips it had to mean something. Fate had put you on your path too many times to just leave it at that. For the first time in his life, he couldn't wait to get off the stage. Unfortunately, there were still a few songs ahead of them. Feeling a surge of positive energy, he began to pull out all his aces from his sleeve. The sight of you giggling fueled him even more, he showed off as much as he could when the performance finally came to an end. Applauding loudly you got up from the table walking towards him. He didn't know if his heart was beating so hard from fatigue or because of you.

"Hi," you greeted.

"Hi!" he replied enthusiastically.

"You were great!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." there was a moment of awkward silence between the two of you as you stood like that and looked at each other.

"And uh... I got your note," you said reaching into your pocket.

"My note?" he asked puzzled.

"Yes, the one you left in the letterbox?" seeing his surprise you looked even more confused than he was. Eddie quickly took the paper from your hand and opened it. 

I have a strange feeling that wherever I am you are there too, just as if fate  wanted to tell us something. How about the first non-accidental meeting?  The Hideout. 8pm on Tuesday. - Eddie

Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. So that was Gareth's great plan to help him. To trick him and bring you here. But you didn't know that. And since you came here it meant that you wanted to meet him. That you wanted to get to know him better. Missing such an opportunity would be a sin, wouldn't it? He took a deep breath.

"I'm glad you came." he said handing you back the card. "Would you like a drink?"

"With pleasure."

"So... first question. What's your name?" he asked smiling shyly as you sat down.

"Oh, right." You laughed and introduced yourself.

Very quickly you found a common language. Eddie told you a little more about the band, you told what brought you to Hawkins. The fact that you had to stay here for the next few years made him very happy. It meant a great amount of time to get to know each other better. And that's exactly what happened. From that day on, with each date you discovered something new about each other, more reasons that made you both begin to understand why fate pushed you in each other's direction. Every moment you spent together seemed appropriate. It is known that there were ups and downs, but you always coped with it. Your friendship quickly turned into a relationship that exploded into the truest love. You were made for each other, written in the stars. You were inseparable, and your love became unbreakable. 

"Wait, what?!" you exclaimed. "You want to tell me that the note I've always carried with me in my wallet from is from Gareth? Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, you're being mean!" Emerson indignantly replied. "After all, it worked! You couldn't stop admiring that gesture for years!"

"Because I thought Eddie did it!" you were shocked. How did he manage to keep it a secret all these years?

"It's a good thing Gareth didn't have to propose for him too." Robin said amused by the situation, causing the rest to laugh.

"No one else has the right to propose to her!" exclaimed Eddie coming up to you. "'Baby are you mad at me? I beg you not to be." he put his hands on your shoulders watching your reaction. "I had to lie then, because I was afraid it would be a one-in-a-million chance to keep you with me."

"Why didn't you tell for all these years?" you asked.

"I have no idea. I'm really sorry. But I want to remind you that for real I don't take returns." He kissed you on the forehead. "You are grounded with me. Forever now." he added trying to fake a tone of voice like a villain.

"You are impossible." You sighed hugging him. If you had found out in a different situation maybe you would have actually been a little angry. However, today you were able to forgive him a lot. Thinking about how interesting the rest of your life would be by his side, you couldn't stop smiling. Your silly boy. Your hero. Your Eddie. And soon - your husband.

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[alessiathepirate]

Game of Thrones

A DECENT PRICE: Bronn x fem!reader

Summary: She's the one talking to Bronn about going to Dorne instead of Jaime...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warning: swearing, mentioned killing

•••

She hated Lollys Stokeworth, yet she couldn't say why.

She was the same naive girl as every other she'd met, but she still hated her with great passion. She hated how close she was to Bronn and how shy she became when she noticed Jaime. She hated how cute her laugh was and she most definitely hated that Bronn called her every sweet nickname he could come up with.

But still, that wasn't the time she started to hate her. That was the first time they've met face to face, sure, but she disliked her long before that. She despised her the moment Bronn explained that Cersei had promised him Lollys' hand in marriage if he won't fight for Tyrion's innocence.

And that hurt. It hurt more than she wanted to admit it. Even if she let Tyrion go with Jaime's help, life back in the Red Keep wasn't the same. She couldn't do what she used to do, she didn't have Tyrion or Bronn for company anymore - she was so damn lonely.

Her sister took everyone from her; both her favourite sibling and her favourite sellsword, and she was sure she'd never be able to forgive her for that.

But she was there, back in Bronn's company, knowing he's pretty much the only one left who doesn't hate her brother for no reason at all. Only if Lollys would just go so they could talk...

She wondered if Bronn wanted the same. She wondered if he'd like the thing she wanted to offer him, she wondered if he'd accept it. And deep down, even if she brushed it aside, she wondered if he missed her like she missed him.

"Lollys, darlin' why don't you go and show Ser Jaime the castle. I'm sure he'd like it."

Maybe he missed her too.

Jaime looked at her, his eyes questioning what he should do, if he should stay instead. She nodded and her brother gave Lollys his healthy arm to hold onto.

After a while they were out of sight.

She looked at Bronn and he looked back at her, then he smirked like he always did.

"I see that the trousers are back."

She smiled.

"Father's gone, my sister's too busy being a cunt to scold me, so yes. The trousers are back."

"I'm sorry 'bout your father." he said as he turned around and then they started to walk along the coast. He didn't offer her his arm to hold onto and she was glad that despite being a knight and having new clothes, Bronn stayed the same.

"No, you're not." she said as she avoided his eyes. "Even I can't feel sorry for his death and I'm his daughter. I'm sure you didn't like him at all."

"I tolerated him. He was still an ass to you though."

"Tolerated..." she chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I tolerated him too. When he wasn't fucking us over. Me and Tyrion."

Bronn stopped and so did she. They were further away from the castle, she couldn't see Jaime or Lollys anywhere. They were alone. Completely alone, like back in the not-so-bad days.

"You let him go, didn't you? Tyrion." he looked at her like he always did when Tyrion let him accompany her wherever she went - he looked at her with confidence and curiousity, like he's sure what she'll say yet he still cares how she'll say it.

She nodded.

"Well, I'm happy he's not rotting in that cell anymore. Give him my regards when you see him."

"I'll give him our regards when I find him."

"You don't know where he is?"

"No. I have no idea. But I think it's better that way - for now. If I knew I'd be happy and Cersei would know I know where he is. I don't want her to find him. Hell, I don't want Jaime to find him." she confessed with a sad smile. "Gods, I always tell you fucking everything."

"It's part of my charm." Bronn teased and she chuckled. "So the Golden Boy didn't take it well? Tywin's death?"

"No. Not at all. He said he'd cut Tyrion in two if he found him - that's why I won't let that happen. Not him, not Cersei, not even the fucking Gods will find him." she took a deep breath as she did her best to calm down. "But that's not why we're here."

"Here we go, and here I thought you missed me."

She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

"Of course I miss you! The Red Keep is boring without you around. Besides, now I have no one to drink with."

"I'm sure I could visit you from time to time."

Bronn smirked and so did she. They'd meet again, no matter how it will go, no matter what he'll say.

She grabbed the scroll she had in her - or rather Jaime's old jacket's pocket, and gave it to him with an apologetic, kind smile. She didn't like Lollys, that was a fact. But she cared about Bronn. And he'd never be heartbroken no matter what would happen, but she still wanted him to be happy - or pleased with himself at the very least.

Bronn took it and quickly read through it. She tried to look at anything else but him as he did so.

"Lollys will marry--" Bronn looked at her, she couldn't read his expression. Tyrion could read him well, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. "But your sister said--"

"My sister says a lot of things and it's a surprise she's still alive after all those lies." she explained. "Cersei won't give you a castle. She wouldn't give me a castle either. We were helping Tyrion and she doesn't like it at all."

Bronn kept his gaze on her and he seemed unreadable. Unreadable and completely calm. Sometimes she wondered what kind of adventures he had been through to be that calm and uncaring about certain things.

"That's not why you're here. There's somethin' else." he pointed out facts really well.

"I'll go to Dorne with Jaime. We'll bring Myrcella home and I'd- we'd like you to come as well."

They looked at each other without a single blink and it reminded her of the times when they were doing this in boredom in Tyrion's chambers, when he was still dealing with Joffrey's stupidity as Hand of the King. They'd compete to see who blinked first. Bronn always won no matter how much she cheated.

"You hate Cersei."

"I do."

"But you'll go to Dorne to find her daughter..."

"I don't hate Jaime."

Bronn tilted his head and raised one of his eyebrows as if he'd say 'you can't bullshit me'. She really couldn't.

"I don't hate Jaime that much."

"It's still not a good enough reason to go. And if it's not a good reason for you to go then I won't go either."

She tried to remain cold like all the Lannisters who were great liars. She was a great liar too, but Bronn was too good at sniffing her lies out.

"In Dorne I can finally lose Jaime. And when I'm out of his sight I can finally go and find Tyrion." she explained, her lower lip twitching slightly as she waited for his answer.

Please say yes.

"Well, that seems to be a good enough reason." Bronn changed his posture, his hand landed on the handle of his sword as his back straightened.

"So you'll come with me?"

"For a decent price."

She laughed as she took a step back, her mouth hurting from the movements. It's been a while since she laughed.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. You are Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, you must have a very expensive price now."

"That's the world we live in."

She looked up at him with a smile, her cheeks slowly turning a shade of pink as she knew what she'll say. "Somehow I knew that's what you would say, so I already thought of a price."

He seemed intrigued, that much she could read from his expression.

"Really?"

"I paid you instead of Tyrion sometimes, of course I did!" she tried to act hurt, but failed miserably. Instead she just smiled.

"So what? You'll offer me a castle I won't get like your sister, or gold and silver like your brother?"

"I'll give you Casterly Rock." she said quickly, her mouth running dry.

She didn't think she would ever see Bronn surprised or confused for even a moment. But in those few seconds he looked like it, even if his face stayed completely calm, only his eyebrows raising slightly.

"Casterly Rock? Now that your father's gone you'll just give it away to a sellsword?"

"You're a knight now." she argued. "And I won't give it away. I'll keep it."

That looked like the very moment she broke her very best ex-sellsword. Bronn stayed completely still, even his fingers weren't tapping a rhythm on the handle of the sword.

"Jaime can't have Casterly Rock, he's Kingsguard." she began to explain quietly. "Tyrion can't have it either when everyone's looking for him in all the Seven Kingdoms. Cersei is too busy to notice that I'm stealing it from her, but if she tries to stop me I'll fight for the damn castle for you."

"But-- you can have it?" Bronn found his voice and pointed at her with his finger.

"I can." she confirmed and then with a grin added: "We can."

"You--" for a moment she thought Bronn lost his voice. "You never wanted to get married-- Tyrion said you never got married, because you always won against Tywin when--" she waited patiently for him to finish. "And you want me to marry you so I'll go to Dorne with you?"

She stayed silent and so did he.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'd let you marry me even if you'd say no to Dorne." she said quietly after a while, avoiding his eyes.

Bronn looked at her like she grew a second head. She almost checked to see if he's right.

Then his eyes cleared, his fingers started to play a rhythm and he grinned.

"You missed me that much?"

She didn't know what to say to that. He continued to observe her.

"Or were you just jealous?"

A loud 'excuse me' was stuck in her throat as her cheeks turned red.

"I don't understand how this has anything to do with--"

"You were jealous!" his chuckle almost made her crawl away in shame. "Giving away Casterly Rock because of Lollys Stokeworth who I won't even marry-! Gods, you're a crazy woman!"

"Hey!" she tried to argue, but every other word was stuck in her throat when Bronn grabbed onto her shoulders and then touched her cheeks with both of his hands.

"A damn crazy woman."

"Every Lannister is crazy."

"But it looks good on you."

She wondered what she should do. She had been in war with him, she had been drunk with him, she had protected King's Landing with him... Yet none of those seemed as scary and unsure as that.

"It's part of my charm." she quoted and Bronn grinned. "But you, who wants a castle this badly, accuse me of jealousy... Other Lords would kill for that castle you know."

"I'm a sellsword, darlin'."

"A knight." she corrected him.

"Once a sellsword always a sellsword. I'd kill all those golden boys for you."

"For me?" she asked, her lips once again twitching. "Not for Casterly Rock..."

"You're my favourite customer, you deserve a discount."

She took a deep breath as his fingers pressed into her skin. She liked being close to him - that close.

"A discount? Really?" she teased with a small smirk. "What, you'll only take half the castle?"

"I don't want the damn castle, your sister can keep her castles."

"Gold then?" she asked as his thumb danced around under her eye.

"Your brothers gave me plenty."

"Rich man, huh?"

"Rich enough."

"I'm afraid I'm running out of options here."

"I'll take the other part of the offer."

She stopped breathing for a second.

They danced around each other for a long time. They jokingly flirted when Tyrion wasn't around or when Bronn was helping her learn how to be a decent enough fighter. But that - that was straight forward, no rational thought given.

And when Bronn finally kissed her she thought 'Jaime's gonna kill him'.

And then their lips started to dance around and she thought 'he'll kill us both'.

But all those thoughts were forgotten when one of his hands found her waist, pressing her close to him. Bronn was a good kisser, but then again, Bronn was good at everything - most of things. She didn't remember ever imagining his lips on hers, but she knew that's how she wanted a good kiss to feel. Just the right amount of passion mixed with the right amount of roughness.

"So," she began after they parted. "you'll come to Dorne with me?"

"Gods, you're annoying!" she laughed with him. "Yeah, I'll go to Dorne with you and your Golden Boy, so you won't get killed."

"I can defend myself, you know, I had a wonderful teacher."

"Yes, a rather good-lookin' fellow."

She smiled as she let go of his shoulders. She looked towards the castle Bronn most definitely won't get, and she felt rather happy about it.

"Can't argue with that." she joked. "Jaime's gonna kill us both."

"So you didn't tell him your plan to get married."

"Of course I didn't. He thinks I'm offering you some castle far from here."

"That's why I'll look out for your ass 'til we reach Dorne. Then I'll steal you away, marry you and help you find your brother." he explained.

"Oh, he'll kill us for sure." she said and then looked at him. "Can I steal you away now?"

"I was thinking of saying goodbye to Lollys."

She hit his arm with a pout.

"You'll come with me to have some wine before we go."

"And your brother?"

"He'll have a fun time with Lollys around. I'm sure she enjoys his company."

Later, with cheeks red from the wine, she climbed the ship with the men and when Jaime wasn't around to see, she rested her head on Bronn's shoulder, letting him grab onto her waist with anything but courtesy.

[forsaire]

Tell me about the Zombie AU 🙏

right now, it's really just whimsical ideas tied together with loose string and hope

I guess I really just love the idea of the zombie apocalypse being a backdrop to explore different towns, relationships, people. Like seeing the god and bad in humanity trying to survive in a new world and also the attachments that are formed.

A brief selection of ideas:

it's 10 years after the initial outbreak and protected settlements have popped up all over the US

Soap, Price, and Gaz were on mission when it started and have lived there ever since

Soap is a scavenger/trader that facilitates trade between the colonies (he is likeable, charismatic, and useful, and thus is welcome at a lot of settlements)

Ghost has been surviving on his own for the past 8-9 years after a traumatizing experience when he joined a colony (something horrible happened and they blamed him as the newcomer resulting in him almost losing his life)

While hunting with Price and Gaz, Soap finds himself separated in the woods and running away from the roaming bandits called Reds

When it starts pouring rain, Soap finds a cabin in the woods with the hopes of seeking shelter only to find it's already occupied by a large, distrustful, masked man with a bow and arrow pointed at him

Soap is able to talk his way inside to wait out the storm but the Reds eventually find him in the morning and burn down the cabin

After they kill the Reds, Soap feels guilty and invites Ghost back to his settlement to at least give him any supplies he needs before he ventures off alone again.

Ghost reluctantly agrees.

Something, something, something, Ghost starts to accompany Soap on his travels. They get to know each other and, yes, they eventually fall in love. Can't help it.

Ghost is pessimistic and distrustful of humanity but still has a heart that cares despite the world never caring about him. Soap is optimistic, finding joy wherever he can and wanting to believe in the inherent goodness of people.

anyway, that's how the story will pop off. i have more ideas but i won't jot note your ear off

🤗

[moa-broke-me]

Wait wait wait what if, ok, hold on

If Octavian is the one using Bob's voice (or like, teaming up with Bob) to get Nico and Will to come down there, what if, instead of just proper funeral rites and being able to move on from being a ghost, he wants to be resurrected because now that he's dead, he's been able to reflect and feel the guilt that comes with hurting so many people, so he wants to get a second chance at life to fix his mistakes.

And he's convinced Bob to go wherever he goes, so the only way to rescue Bob is to bring Octavian along, and Nico and Will's first fight is spurred on by this dilemma:

Nico hates Octavian because he blackmailed his sister and treated her terribly, but loves Bob enough to overpower that grudge. Besides, as bad as Octavian is, Nico doesn't think he deserves to be down here, because nobody deserves to be down here.

Will's never been here before, and more than that, doesn't see Tartarus for what it is, doesn't grasp the incomprehensible cosmic horror of being trapped inside of a primordial's body. And he doesn't know Bob, in fact, has never met him until now. So he's perfectly willing to let Octavian rot down here, because he was a hater, a traitor, and a full-blown dictator.

Of course, they eventually resolve this issue, but only because Nico brings up the fact that Bob could die any moment if he stays down here, and if he dies, his new personality dies with him, leaving only the ruthless Iapetus, who could potentially find his own way out of here, and try to destroy the world yet AGAIN. And he's so angry about the fact that he had to resort to threats of armageddon to convince Will not to abandon Bob, because like... Bob is Nico's friend. And he needs his help. Why isn't that enough?

Will starts picking on him for being all pale and sickly looking, and Nico jumps in to defend him because he's ALSO pale and sickly looking, and Will's like 'what the here I thought you hated this guy' but Octavian is being just as aggressive towards Will out of bitter jealousy for Will and Apollo's relationship but he won't admit that, so Nico jumps in to defend HIM because 'that's my boyfriend you jerk' so now he's basically like 'IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP BICKERING BACK THERE, I WILL TURN THIS CAR AROUND'

Will and Nico's relationship eventually gets mended with the power of communication and a lot of soft, tender moments in a cruel, vicious place, and Will actually starts to bond with Octavian, pretty much out of obligation because like... He's family. Bob basically plays bodyguard, and they're able to escape, seemingly scott-free.

Seemingly.

Because when they return to the surface with Octavian, and he tries to go back to camp Jupiter, Hazel's in charge. She's understandably angry, and banishes him from New Rome for the rest of his days. Which she has every right to do.

But she can't even look at Nico. Can't even speak to him. She just stands up from her throne and walks away, feeling wounded, feeling betrayed.

And at that moment, Nico realizes what he had to sacrifice.

His sister. Her love, her respect... His welcome on her turf. He will never be allowed to enter New Rome again.

And it breaks his heart again. Just when he thought it was so broken, that it couldn't get any more broken. He thought it was safe. But it somehow finds a new way to break.

[crystalsamethyst]

I have let myself be extremely vulnerable recently and I don't know if it's something people really care about but I'm going to talk about it.

The fact that I've been sharing the whole picture of who I am across several platforms is something I never thought I'd be able to do. There has been so much embarrassment and shame in my personal life over me writing fanfiction and latching on to series that I could barely even admit it out loud even though it was my entire sense of self. I couldn't talk about what I was writing. I couldn't share it. Even if people were genuinely interested, I'd have a panic attack thinking their perception of me would be altered and I'd lose everything.

Sharing what I write is extremely difficult because on one hand, it's a part of me, but on the other hand, there are things I have to incorporate for the stories that don't represent me at all and I'm terrified of people coming to the wrong conclusions about who I am as a person. Even if the writing is 100% aligned with what I wanted for it, that still doesn't mean it's always who I am or what I like or approve of for real life.

I also never thought of myself as a 'real writer' until I finished my own original book since fanfiction 'doesn't count' (in my irl world).

My username on fanfiction sites is different than the ones I share things about my actual life on and it will probably stay that way. It always felt like such a disconnect but I intended to stay anonymous, post what I wanted to, and not get found by a select few people who seemed to be able to find and shame me wherever I went (still found me on some of the sites but by then they didn't hold power over me at least)

So recently, I've been linking my work which is on AO3 under the same username I use for all sites I've posted fanfics on. I've even put direct links to my AO3 in some of my online profiles. There's a lot of my old work out there that I don't want to be represented by but someone liked it so I'm not going to take them down.

This is a very vulnerable process for me, admitting that I am a person and here is what I like and here is what I write. It might take a while until I'm comfortable sharing everything I wanted to post, but if I eventually do, I really hope people won't come after me for it (super unlikely scenario but, anxiety). I'm not scared of online hate, but I'm terrified of losing the respect and friendships of those I've connected with even if there is nothing even 'socially' wrong with the stories.

I really appreciate the support I've gotten so far. Especially with the TGCF community. I've had to learn a lot on my own since I started posting things like 13 years ago, and I'm still figuring out AO3 and learning new terms. I sometimes feel like a new young fan just now learning how the internet works.

I've been isolated a lot of my life and have several mental health issues plus autism so I'm super knowledgeable in some areas but completely in the dark in others that might seem incredibly obvious and commonly known, and it's the same for fandoms and websites. (I've actually been apparently using Tumblr wrong this whole time too for the like system. I've been using it mostly as bookmarks or read laters. Whoops.)

On a lesser note, I also never imagined I would start drawing again. I actually used to be pretty good at it but again, was shamed and ridiculed for a lot and compared to others so I stopped for a really long time. I'm glad I can share it without being tooooo embarrassed anymore.

It means a lot to me to be so supported, and I would tag a few of you specifically but I don't want you guys to feel called out. But please know that your support and enthusiasm means the world to me and I appreciate and care about you very much. Thank you for helping me feel safe while I'm letting myself be vulnerable.

[collectorcookie]

Things i've learned from the road to show movie:

spoilers. obviously

Mayoi can headlock someone (anxiety be damned my boy can catch criminals)

Izumi can't skate to save his life. Quite literally in this case

Anzu has to be nonverbal on some level. Come on. Trickstar are literally in front of her and she texts the group chat

THE FACT THERE IS A TRICK5TAR GROUPCHAT IN THE FIRST PLACE. NOBODY TOUCH ME I'M CRYING

ALSO I HAVE THE SAME PHONE CASE AS ANZU AAAAAA I'M SO HAPPY TO BE MATCHING WITH MY GIRL 🩷

ritsu big brain guy and emotional support guy

Rei and nagisa get along as ~Old Men~ who are barely beginning their twenties

I knew that ibara has to deal with nagisa's impulses but damn. If i was sleeping and my unitmate across the ocean called me and was like "hey i need connections to the New York police. Also make me a short movie. You have one hour time" i would simply explode. Ibara you have my respect

Makoto can fight? Like, actually fight. Not just acting. All because of Yuzuru

Mao is SO COOL he is literally THE COOLEST you guys you should have SEEN him play basketball (this is totally not biased or anything)

Nagisa is apparently built like a tree. How was he able to stop a punch by simply standing there and extending his hand??? The guy was literally coming at nagisa with full force and nagisa didn't even budge.

Also i literally cannot get over izumi acting all strong and tough and being like "i'll protect you!!! I won't allow anyone to hurt yuukun!!" And he gets his ass whooped. Not even in fighting, literally just skating. Meanwhile makoto was getting fists thrown at him and dodging attacks and blocking punches and stuff. AND WON. Izumi i don't think you can play protective older brother anymore.

Also also this whole "trickstar brings miracles wherever they go" is starting to feel less like a future possibility the characters can hope towards and more like an inescapable curse. Even only half of them is enough. Things WILL CHANGE by there mere presence. Fate WILL BE altered. It WILL get better and you CANNOT do anything about it.

And i still don't know whether macky is japanese or american. Do they ever clarify that? Like yeah the name isn't japanese but like. RhythLin guy surely did not freaking constantly travel aaaall the way to new york JUST to find a makoto doppelganger, right? Right???

[dropintomanga]

Given - Wanting to be Heard Loud and Clear

"If one day you woke up, and the person you love was suddenly gone from this world, how would that make you feel? How would you describe it?"

While we usually get along with the people we care about, there's always bound to be arguments. They more often than not revolve around subtle things, but sometimes, they do get deadly serious in a hurry. And when they don't get resolved, well, let's just say that boundaries have been crossed for the worst.

I just started reading Natsuki Kizu's Given and the first arc (which was the entire 1st season of the anime) explores the tension of wanting to express yourself while being overwhelmed with grief that you can't easily explain.

Given is about a rock band made up of 4 young men whose troubled pasts and their shared love of music brought them together. The first arc is about two members, Ritsuka Uenoyama and Mafuyu Sato. The story starts off with Uenoyama wanting to take a break at a staircase in his high school. He catches a very timid Mafuyu sitting there as well and notices that the latter is carrying a guitar. When Uenoyama notices that a string on the guitar is broken, he offers to fix it. The two would connect and Uenoyama introduces Mafuyu to his other bandmates, Akihiko Kaji and Haruki Nakayama. Mafuyu is offered to join the band and is even asked to sing for them.

When the 4 of them are getting ready for a performance at a concert, Mafuyu's past is slowly revealed. Uenoyama and Mafuyu run into each other after Mafuyu's job interview. They would bump into an old friend of Mafuyu's, who reveals that the guitar Mafuyu has in his possession is from someone he loved in the past. Mafuyu panics and Uenoyama tries to comfort him. However, Mafuyu can't bring to words about his past while Uenoyama starts to realize that he's having a strong feeling towards Mafuyu. Tension between the two starts to happen and threatens to tear the band apart.

We later learn that the guitar is from a childhood friend turned lover of Mafuyu's, Yuki Yoshida. Yoshida would later die and it was suspected to be a suicide. Mafuyu is unsure about the role of Yuki's guitar in his life as he just took it for Yuki's mom's sake. Is he moving forward or running away?

It's difficult to talk about suicide and especially if it was your partner. Mafuyu comments how he's not really good at expressing himself outside having a great singing voice. I sometimes think about how hard it is talk about the dead. You think things will be fine as long as you're together. Sadly, it's not always that simple. The past is strong. Your memories of someone you lost just don't go away easily. Sometimes, you still see the person wherever you go.

When I look at Mafuyu, it felt like Yoshida's death hasn't fully sunk in yet. He carries the guitar and his mind in a in-between phase between holding on to his old reality and his new reality. Things that were once neat and organized are now scattered. Mafuyu is struggling to catch up or is in the process of doing so.

What complicated Mafuyu's thought process were the events leading up to Yoshida's death. The two would have an argument about Yuki's growing love for music, which was slowly drifting them apart. Yuki said he would quit and that he couldn't live without Mafuyu. Mafuyu then said that Yuki should die for him if that's the case. Those words became the hammer that drove the nail in as Yuki drank himself to death.

There's a part I enjoyed before the concert in Volume 2 where Mafuyu finally realizes what he has to do. During one rehearsal a week before the concert, Akihiko tells the band to stop practicing because of the constant tension between Mafuyu and Uenoyama. He would later talk to Mafuyu about lyrics for a song they want to do. Akihiko acknowledges Mafuyu's pain and tells him,

"If you don't come to terms with your past, you won't be able to write those lyrics. You need to make a decision. Do you want to express those feelings? Or do you want to run away from putting them into words?"

The magic would start to happen at the concert when Uenoyama becomes able to communicate how he feels about Mafuyu's impact on his life. Mafuyu would finally express his loneliness in dramatic fashion in front of a crowd. He says something that made me tear up,

"The truth is...the truth is, I've always just wanted someone to hear me scream out this pain and misery that's stuck inside. Even if it's just a little...I wanted someone to understand."

Many of us carry something emotionally heavy inside of us. While it's considered not okay by most of the public to talk about it, we have to talk about it. At the same time, there's definitely people out there who don't want to understand the pain we're in. They don't want to see the weight we carry.

It's funny because while we talk about preventing the stigma about talking things mental health-related, the stigma still exists. I wonder if that's because there's definitely topics that hit too close to home for some people and we can't take on that kind of pain. There's also a cultural aspect that makes awareness movements just lip service. I see this in Mafuyu because he didn't know who to turn to about processing Yuki's death.

What saved everything was direct communication with people who were willing to listen and not be freaked out by the trauma. Uenoyama was a bit bothered at first, but he realized how much Mafuyu was trying to be a good performer and wanted to love him for it. Akihiko and Hikari were the senpais offering their ears and voices as needed without being too preachy.

I see myself in Mafuyu quite a bit as I know someone I loved will die one day of a terminal illness. There's definitely words that I regret saying and not saying. I carry parts of them in my life and I pretend they're still talking to me. Mafuyu said "I'm so lonely" and I still feel that way at times. But lately, I'm starting to have a different outlook and know that my life isn't over when they're gone. I've replaced them with newer people I care about gradually.

I hope that people who need someone who's compassionate enough to listen to them are given that someone like Mafuyu has.

[dragynkeep]

(1/2) If you don't mind me sharing some more thoughts on your Everafter AU, including some constructive criticism on how Penny's time in the Ever After ends: I feel like Curious staying in the Ever After while Penny returns to Remnant wouldn't really work, because even if Curious' heart was fixed by Penny's time with them, they're immortal and they would still have their insatiable curiosity, with no way of answering their present and future questions while remaining trapped in a realm that they've already known top to bottom for eons: the way I see it, once Penny's presence leaves Curious' immortal life in the Ever After, then it could take centuries or millennia, but it would only be a matter of time until Curious starts mentally and emotionally suffering from their situation again and they eventually end up back at square one. It reminds me of an argument the cast of Coeur Al'Aran's 'White Sheep' posed about Salem's redemption: that the above scenario would basically happen to the fic's pseudo-redeemed Salem after she started outliving her new husband, all her eight children and her descendants, even if it took centuries for her to reach her breaking point again; unless the cast ended her immortality first.

(2/2) I feel like the only real way Curious can gain permanent peace and redemption in your AU is if Penny takes Curious with her through the door out of the Ever After, fulfilling Alyx's broken promise at long last. (From what little we know in canon V9 about Curious and Alyx's relationship and the broken promise, it seems to me that a Remnantian can carry the Cat through the door with them consensually, and that the reason Curious never considered this option again after killing Alyx in favour of solely turning to bodyjacking was because Curious' pain, rage and newfound Tragic Bigotry made them absolutely refuse to believe any human would ever go that far for them when Alyx did not.) As for the question of what'll happen to the Ever After now that its psychopomp and heart-healer has been removed from the ecosystem (one of the many things V9 refused to address, and yet another reason why Post-Character Derailment Team RWBY are narcissistic, mass-destructive monsters whom are far more fit to be the antagonists than the actual villains :P)... well, I imagine the Blacksmith could repurpose another ascended Afteran to take over the Curious Cat's duties without the Brothers' design flaws that made Curious go insane. Maybe Somewhat, given Little's relationship with Ruby. Once Penny and Curious are through the door, I can imagine Curious and the Blacksmith finally get a direct face-to-face for the first time ever, and the Blacksmith can give the Cat some closure by answering their questions about why the Brothers left and abandoned them. I think any one of several things could ultimately happen to the Cat after going through the door: 1. Curious accompanies Penny to Remnant, seeing it at long last, and they become a permanent supporting character. 2. Since Curious' design flaw of being unable to ascend because the Brothers didn't make them with a connection to ascension has effectively been bypassed by Penny bringing them to the Blacksmith's realm, the Blacksmith is able to finally ascend Curious, promising to make sure that Curious' new incarnation in the Ever After won't have the immortality and other fatal design flaws that the Brothers left in them. 3. The Blacksmith offers Curious a chance to stay with them in their realm permanently, where - given the Ever Tree's Yggdrasil motif and the Blacksmith's ability to open a portal to a desired location on Remnant - Curious would be able to observe any and all of creation for eternity via windows, resolving the problem of Curious' mental state suffering when they can't learn new things. And who knows, this whole "watching creation" deal would mean that Curious really would be always able to watch and be with Penny wherever she is on Remnant after they've parted ways. Sorry, just had to share these.

Don't be sorry to share these, I enjoy critiquing and talking about my projects and AUs with people who're interested.

And yeah, what you have to say does make sense, in that the Cat never getting the answers they need to move on wouldn't be a good conclusion to their story. I made it that way because I just phased the Brother Gods out of my mind and don't want to think about them.

But, I think changing it so that they get to at least meet the Blacksmith first, and shown how they changed through their friendship with Penny, would be a good ending even if they don't go to Remnant with them. Because I don't want Curious to go to Remnant to be honest because that's not where they belong.

Their home is the Ever After, and they can make a life there without having to attach themselves to the first thing that comes along. First with Alyx, and then with Penny. Only Penny allowing them to find the answers and push the Ever After to be a place where the people can make their own paths without having to hit the reset button would show the message more than just treating the Ever After like stage dressing that Curious has to leave.

[tanith-rhea]

I want to preface this by telling you that your writing is fantastic! I’ve only just discovered you!

Do you take requests? If so are you willing to write one that will break people’s hearts? 😂

I have an idea for a Larissa Fic based off the song Irvine by Kelly Clarkson. Basically it’s her in her final hours recalling her life.

I’m definitely a masochist for this.

Wow, this has been on my asks for a while now. Sorry for the wait but I was so scared of writing it. Also... break people's hearts? You broke MY HEART THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I loved writing this, but I won't lie it was with a tight throat and I don't particularly think it turned out as good as you might have expected. Ultimately I think it was an excellent exercise in character study, so thank you so much!

She never gave much thought to what happens when you're dying. Some believed all memories of one's life passed through them as they slowly faded away; some said it was like walking through a tunnel into the brightness of the afterlife. But all Larissa remembered was, as always, disappointment. Disappointment of having failed once again, of not protecting the very children she swore to herself to care for every day, to nourish and prepare for the big bag world. It was as if it chased her, failure.

Are you there? Are you watching me? Seeing from wherever you are how I'm still not enough? Still not living up to your expectations?

She remembered all the times she felt like an outsider. As a child, too tall and too weird to play with the ohers, her hair or eyes changing colour without her noticing. As a teenager, too worried with her marks, trying desperately to impress everyone and prove herself worthy, being rejected not only by family but by people she thought were her friends... by lovers.

Adult life was a constant headache with rare sprinkles of satisfaction. When she started teaching at Nevermore, seeing the bored faces of the outcast's future generations, not able to smother the hope of a better tomorrow. When she became the headmistress, the absolute joy and pride of taking matters into her own hands only quelled by her mother's unimpressed tone when she called to give the good news.

In the end she was right. Larissa didn't help build a better future, couldn't even feel proud for promoting inclusion and acceptance in her own school. She was dying from it, from failing to see how everyone was bad in some capacity. Wednesday was right. They still hated outcasts, and suggarcoating it only made matters worse.

How are you so strong? What's it like to feel so free? Your heart is really something, little girl. I wish I had been more like you.

[firendgold]

If you're still doing the choose violence ask game: 2 (👀), 9, 10, 22 ?

I got such a rush from finally answering the first ask that I'm doing this for as long as people send me questions. So here we go again!

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

anon, I'm at work. I'm seeing this at work. :'D

Okay, serious face. Albus Dumbledore is probably my fave if I have to choose between him and Harry on this blog. I just have to figure out why he would never...

Bottom. Albus would never, I'm sorry. He won't. He can't. Like, maybe when he was having his whirlwind summer romance with Gellert, he bottomed every single time they fucked because he was so in love and this was his equal and his partner and so what if he was a little rough and distant sometimes in the bedroom, and always wanted to top and tug his hair and hiss out orders? This was The Man The Universe Had Crafted For Him, and he would absolutely bottom for him every time... and then the summer of 1899 ends. And Ariana dies. And Aberforth breaks Albus' nose. And Gellert fucks off to go be a fascist.

And Albus, alone and heartbroken, resolves to never trust someone that completely again, never love someone that same way, and never let anyone get into a position of power over him where they might be able to use his knowledge and talents for ill. That means physically, emotionally, spiritually, psychologically... carnally. So he has sex with plenty of other people, and even falls in love with a few of them, but he is in control at all times. He never bottoms again.

That's all I've got for that one.

9. worst part of canon

So the first answer that came to mind is posted here, but for fairness' sake I'll try to come up with another worst thing. (That's not related to ships, because I'm trying really hard not to be THAT violent on the violence ask game.)

I think... that if That Woman was going to introduce international schools, students and characters in the middle book of the series, she should have done more with them than having them vanish after Goblet of Fire, only to come back for either fake romantic tension and one line of exposition about the Hitler allegory Dark Lord of the Before-Times (Krum, Deathly Hallows) or to be married off to a Weasley for an aesop of It's Not About His Looks Now That They're Jacked Up (Fleur, Half-Blood Prince). I'm not saying Fleur and Viktor HAD to be best buddies forever with Harry, but it is weird that they have this unique bond that no other young students have had with each other in hundreds of years, they even lost one of their fellow champions, Dumbledore gives this very moving speech about remaining connected and not letting darkness and prejudice sever new ties, and then... nothing. No side adventures in France or wherever Durmstrang is, no communication from either side, nothing.

Feels like a huge letdown in hindsight.

10. worst part of fanon

Oh, no. That's not fair. There's just so many.

If I had to consolidate what I currently don't like about the HP fandom/fanon into a few lines, I think I would say that I hate the pureblood/Dark side apologism. I do believe in nuance in characters. I do believe redemption and/or walking different paths is an important theme in Harry Potter, and I think it's fascinating to explore that with any and every character you can think of, even characters I may not personally like. But I really, really hate the way the fandom has taken that and twisted it into this idea that we were sold a lie at the start: that the British magical government was fine the way it was, and so was the society around it; that Dark magic Isn't All That Bad, Really, and there are actually Good and non-prejudiced things about a few rich bitches passing down their knowledge and secrets and slurs for generations within the Family, and keeping the Family "Pure" is cool actually, and none of this has any relation to real life ideas about miscegenation and classism and racism and eugenics, what are you talking about?

It's just so worrying. As a minority, when I see people on tumblr/twitter/AO3 gleefully agreeing that we need to eat the rich and fix society and eradicate all the horrid -isms and -archys ruining all our lives, then watch them turn around and write a 200k epic where Dumbledore was the evil one for locking the Horcrux books away and championing marginalized members of society, Hermione is just uppity for wanting to make necessary changes to the darker parts of magical society that That Woman was literally pointing out for a reason, and Tom Riddle is only bad because he took the good segregationist pureblood ideas and added murder to them... and when that fic gets thousands of comments agreeing with them full stop with no examination of any of that... it makes me anxious, at a minimum. The same thing is happening now with Grindelwald now that he's actually a figure on the screen and not just some dude mentioned a few times in the book series: same apologism, same justification of atrocities, same good-guy-blame-games, same blorbofication even.

On the one hand... fiction doesn't always directly reflect or affect reality. On the other... this unironic pro-pureblood meta is a pervasive concept that has popped up in thousands of fics written by thousands of fanfic writers. It's happened for years, and it keeps happening, and I see very few fans speaking out against it or even acknowledging it as a problem. So that makes me ask myself, who actually is willing and able to examine the injustices of our society and build a better imaginary society through the lens of HP fanfiction, and who's okay with the prejudice in the HP world as long as it's coming from the faves they're attracted to?

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

Happily, this is a harder question to answer because I've been finding so many like minds in the past 5 years who go feral over the same 20 HP scenes as I do. ^^ But give me a sec, I'll think of something.

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Okay. Got it.

In order to answer this question, I have to go back to the first time I, young teenager, avid reader, recent reader of the HP series once book 5 was out, realized that Harry and Dumbledore had a much deeper relationship than just headmaster and student. The thing that made me latch on to them and project like crazy, basically.

It's the scene in Goblet of Fire chapter 36 where Harry has been rescued from Fake Moody and he's in Dumbledore's office with Dumbledore and Sirius. Dumbledore asks Harry to relay everything that happened to him once he touched the Portkey in the maze—and immediately Sirius tries to protect Harry from having to relive it now, so soon after it's happened. And then this scene happens.

Dumbledore stopped talking. He sat down opposite Harry, behind his desk. He was looking at Harry, who avoided his eyes. Dumbledore was going to question him. He was going to make Harry relive everything. “I need to know what happened after you touched the Portkey in the maze, Harry,” said Dumbledore. “We can leave that till morning, can’t we, Dumbledore?” said Sirius harshly. He had put a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Let him have a sleep. Let him rest.” Harry felt a rush of gratitude toward Sirius, but Dumbledore took no notice of Sirius’s words. He leaned forward toward Harry. Very unwillingly, Harry raised his head and looked into those blue eyes. “If I thought I could help you,” Dumbledore said gently, “by putting you into an enchanted sleep and allowing you to postpone the moment when you would have to think about what has happened tonight, I would do it. But I know better. Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown bravery beyond anything I could have expected of you. I ask you to demonstrate your courage one more time. I ask you to tell us what happened.” The phoenix let out one soft, quavering note. It shivered in the air, and Harry felt as though a drop of hot liquid had slipped down his throat into his stomach, warming him, and strengthening him. He took a deep breath and began to tell them. As he spoke, visions of everything that had passed that night seemed to rise before his eyes; he saw the sparkling surface of the potion that had revived Voldemort; he saw the Death Eaters Apparating between the graves around them; he saw Cedric’s body, lying on the ground beside the cup. Once or twice, Sirius made a noise as though about to say something, his hand still tight on Harry’s shoulder, but Dumbledore raised his hand to stop him, and Harry was glad of this, because it was easier to keep going now he had started. It was even a relief; he felt almost as though something poisonous were being extracted from him. It was costing him every bit of determination he had to keep talking, yet he sensed that once he had finished, he would feel better.

This is one of the best scenes in the entire book, the entire series. It completely refutes the fanon Dumbledore who is often cold, cruel, inflexible and unrelenting in his quest for whatever the author wants him to be inflexible and cruel about at the time. It shows that Dumbledore, the real Albus Dumbledore, is one of the few people who understands what Harry needs and is able to provide it to him, even when others who also care for Harry would rather protect him or shield him from what he needs.

Kid me was particularly taken by how gentle Dumbledore is with Harry here. It made me look back and see how in some ways this scene, this closeness, is the culmination of all the times they've met and spoken before.

(You can imagine how painful it was reading Order of the Phoenix right after this.)

But yeah, that's probably one of my favorite scenes that other people ignore or haven't talked about/drawn/written about much. Which is ironic, because the scene right after that where Harry talks about Voldemort taking his blood and Dumbledore's eyes do the triumphant "lol Voldemort just fucked up" gleam is probably one of THE most talked-about scenes in the fandom (even though to this fucking day in 2023 people still don't realize what the gleam meant, when even That Woman has clarified what it meant in INTERVIEWS).

...And for me, safely at the end of the questions, that's all she wrote.

[nuoyipeach]

Carry My Name

Chapter 3

Park Sooyoung X Nakamoto Yuta

warnings: mature things;)

Much to their delight, both Sooyoung and Yuta matched each other's pace in many aspects, from humour, to antics, to love language, and even love making. Just a week into their marriage, and the young mafia leader couldn't keep his hands off his wife, needing to have her within reach almost all the time. He just wanted to be able to feel her whenever he desired.

But he knew his promise for her comfort, to keep her out and away from the works and involvement of the mafia life. They had moved back to Osaka on the third day, and he allowed her time to get accustomed to the new environment with the help of his stepbrother.

In the meantime, he also prepared to grant her wish, an admission to the best degree for business, where he might have made a large donation to let her finish faster. When revealing the surprise to her, Sooyoung was over the moon in joy, tearing up as she crashed into him for a hug, causing them both to fall onto the ground. She didn't care, sitting up on his pelvis and proceeded to kiss the life out of him all over his face, cheeks, lips, nose, forehead, wherever possible.

"I love you love you love you so much." she continued professing her love in between kisses, and Yuta simply laid in delight, hands resting on her hips, enjoying the moment to the fullest.

"You can attend online too if you want." his sudden words caused her to stop and look at him confused. He caught her doubtful eyes, and quickly answered. "I mean, you can go to campus, but you'll have at least two guards with you all the time you're out, and I know you won't like that every minute you're there. Plus, I just thought doing it online would give you enough spare time to work on your business."

He saw her eyes widen as Sooyoung sat upright, and he followed pushing himself up on one arm while the other kept hold of her hips still.

She was further confused, but also shocked if he meant what she thinks he meant. But she also didn't want to have high expectations. Then again, Yuta seemed to raise them every time anyways. Her mind became clouded as too many thoughts ran through, and as always when deep in thought, she bit her bottom lip.

"Sweetheart no." he whispered, and took his arm off the floor behind him, and like before, pulled her lip out, thumb grazing over it. "I'm setting up a start up for you. I know you want the certification, but we all know you're much more experienced already by now having followed around your father all this time. I trust that you'll make it big, so I figured it would be good for you to start the business now."

Her hands which had been resting on his chest the whole time dropped down to her lap, gripping her shorts as she processed everything he had just said.

He's starting up the business... my business... but it's his start up...

"Yuta but..." she shook her head, "I don't want you spending so much on me like that. I don't mind working a few years and building from ground myse-" she stopped, getting cut off when he pushed his thumb over both her lips, his now common loving smile appearing on his own. His hands moved to cup her face, pulling her in for a quick kiss, before he spoke as their noses still touched.

"I know you can do all that. But, you were stripped away your chances for many years now, and I want to be the one to give them to you in the best way possible that you deserve." his thumb stroked her cheek as they stared into each other's eyes, and Sooyoung felt like it was no one but them in this world. "I'll be investing in it from now, but it's completely yours, and once you build it up I'll become a shareholder."

Her brows furrowed hearing the long term plan. "Why?"

"I know you'd feel this way, as if taking advantage of my help. By becoming a shareholder not only will you be protected in case some other groups get the idea to come at you, but I'll also be getting back a small sum to put away for savings." he watched her expression, relieved when she finally smiled and nodded. He released her face and pulled her into his embrace, both their arms wrapped around each other in a tight hug.

Sooyoung never thought she could feel this content and comforted, in the arms of a man with her head pressed against his chest, able to hear his heartbeat that oddly calmed her more. And she definitely never thought she would be able to finally reach so much of her dream in a somewhat fair manner all thanks to a mafia leader.

She snuggled into him more as he laid back down on the rug on the floor. "What would you be saving all that for?" she asked out her inner thoughts, smiling when feeling the vibrations of his chest as he chuckled.

Yuta sneaked a hand under her shirt, tracing her back while the other went up to her hair and pet it. "Well, you're doing this business clean for other children, so I thought I'd do my part for our own." he laughed more when her head popped up and she stared at him shocked. "We don't know when it'll happen, but when it does, I want to be able to give my children the best things away from our line of work."

Sooyoung scoffed, laying her head back down while her fingers played with the pendant on his necklace. "Aren't you already rich?" she asked a little sarcastically, until she noticed the serious look on his face.

"I am, but you told me about how you wanted your career to be cut from all this, and I decided I’ll do the same." he dipped his head down a little to face her, their eyes meeting in their favourite loving gazes. "The money I invest in yours will be from my personal savings, which is still a lot so don't worry about that. And whatever I have left and still grow, I want to use on our children. It won't be mafia or family money, but their own parents'."

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After many months of spending this new life, Sooyoung couldn't have been happier finally being able to do whatever she wanted all this time. She figured out about Yuta's donation to let her graduate faster too, and though a little reluctant at first, she figured what good was it having a loving mafia husband if not enjoying the advantages.

One of those being weekly dates. Yuta would be taking her out every Saturday to make up for the weekdays he was busy, spoiling her with the best food, or renting out an entire store just for her to have privacy to shop. On the occasions he had the chance to, he'd even whisk her away on his jet to trips around the world, usually to accompany him on work trips.

Like this day, as the couple retired to their hotel in Rome after an event he had been invited to, Sooyoung suddenly pushed her husband to sit on the bed before climbing on his lap and crashing her lips onto his, grinding her hips against his pelvis.

"Oh God..." Yuta groaned, hand doing quick work at removing the clothes off his wife, then his own. She suddenly pushed him to lay down, hands grabbing his beside his head, and he could only smirk. "What's on your mind, Mrs Nakamoto?"

Nearing two years of being together, Sooyoung had grown confident in herself after spending time with him, including in bed. She smiled seductively, hands tracing down his body, continuing movements of her hips causing her husband to groan and his hands flying down to grip her hips tight.

"You're always so good to me, Yu-san." she had picked up the nickname for him a few months into their marriage, and has used it ever since when seeing how much he loved it. "Let me take care of you today." her words came out breathy.

"Oh sweetheart..." Yuta spoke through groaning and gasping. "F*ck I'm the luckiest man in the world." he smiled up at her, his stomach feeling as if several animals had been released inside let alone butterflies. He was so irrevocably in love with his wife, sometimes being made fun of when he couldn't keep his hands off of her in public, but he didn't care. There's no shame in showing your wife you love her no matter the location.

Few hours later, the couple laid in bed under the duvet naked, Yuta on his back with his wife on top of him, holding her close to himself with her head resting on his shoulder. He turned to her, leaving soft kisses over her forehead and head, wherever he could reach, causing her to stir half asleep with a smile on her face as she snuggled closer.

Sooyoung felt her life was almost perfect to the final dot. She had an amazing, loving husband who spared no expense taking care of her, while also helping her reach her dream career without pushing boundaries. Her business was slowly taking off as well, and she had just attended her graduation two months ago. She was also finally able to untie herself from the daily mafia life, leaving her a sense of calm and peace. Sure she attended a few events with Yuta, or would be involved during super important things like family meetings, but otherwise she was kept away just as he promised.

"Yu-san..." he hummed in response to her soft calling, and she slowly lifted her head slightly to look at him, a lazy smile on her lips. "I love you." >>>