#my keychains do not deserve them so now they live by the flowers by my bed

[silverscreenlipstick]

alrighty so i about thought my day couldn’t get ANY better after indi’s lil ask doodle today but it turns out i was proven wrong when i went down to check my mail and saw that my order from them arrived. :’)))

you can absolutely find me grinning like a fool the rest of the day and crying happy tears. <3333 ily Indi!!!!

[intuitive-divinations]

Hey lovelies💖! This reading is all about what your FS will be like and some places you could meet them💋. Take a few breaths and use your intuition 👁️ . Let's do this!

P.S ~ the confirmations for this pick a card can apply to you and/or your FS. Also, any channeled phrases I put in quotes “” are also phrases that you may have heard or will hear soon.

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Pile 1

Channeled song for how they feel:

Awwww pile 1 you’re FS wants you so bad! They’ve been manifesting you for a long a** time. Right now they’re waiting for some cycles to close before the universe can make your paths cross. They’re bubbling with excitement at the thought of your first meeting. I’m seeing that what they “can’t take anymore” of is the waiting and anticipation. Their inner self is telling them that they can persevere. Also, a big lesson they’re learning is to not become desperate for relationships. I think that they might’ve been prone to settling for less than they deserved. Maybe even had some self-esteem / boundary issues. On the positive side I see that they’re making progress through their trial and tribulations. This is a very passionate, intense and devoted FS. I’m seeing that they won’t like to be away from you for long because they’re “losing precious amounts of time they could’ve spent with you”. Their heart aches without you near. As for how you’ll meet them, I feel that you’re going to be brought into their life. So as this person develops more self-awareness/ understanding the universe will make your path cross your FS’s. I’m getting concerts, clubs, hangouts/bars, comedy club, karaoke, downtown, out of town/ travelling as possible places to meet them!

The marvelous mrs Maisel, baking, infinity symbols, artist, sun dial, wand, luggage, suitcase, hiking, thumbs up, gardening, shovels, aprons, headscarves, red jewels, desert, cactus, cheetahs, 777, 3 hands 🖐️🖐️🖐️, sun roof, limousine, feeling wind with your hands, 70’s time period, comedian, late night talk shows

Pile 2

Channeled song for how they feel:

For your FS, pile 2 there’s no other way to say it but your FS is a R O M A N T I C ! How sweet 🍭 ! I’m feeling patience, passion, adoration, and tender affection. Attention is screaming in my head! This group is going to get a lot of attention from your FS. Constant check-ins, consistent healthy communication, words of affirmation, etc. They have all this love available for you because they understand how to refill and keep their own cup abundant! So now they can share their love with others. I’m seeing that you’re going to fall in love with how much they support you / root for you. The encouragement you get from your FS will melt your heart. Your person is the type to write you love letters and give you flowers along with them. Anything just to see you happy. You might not be used to someone supporting you / having your back. You could also have had a lot of responsibility since you were a child. This person will heal your inner child with their generous love. I see you both eventually living in a big house together. Things will start slow with your FS before you get to that point. They value “setting the mood” and perfecting the environment for everything. I’m hearing “there is a time for everything”. “Let’s take our time”. They could love planning parties or hangouts/events. I’m seeing that one of you is very clumsy. But the other will think it’s so cute and charming. A few places you could meet your FS are: museums, public gardens, historical/tourist sites, club, official legal type of building ???, speaking hall, theater, and opera, hobby stores.

Sandcastles, stars, your fs could be French, sunglasses, bell bottoms, someone has a ton of keys on their keychain, sun flowers, pixie cut/short hair, bartender, mixed drinks, grape juice, apple juice, pearl necklace, trident 🔱, arched eyebrows, mole(s) on face, Disney princesses, spilling a drink(s), vineyards, orchards, water pitcher, lanterns, French music

Pile 3

Channeled song for how they feel:

Omg pile 3 your FS is so adorable! Being with your FS is going to feel like a dream. I'm hearing its like "walking on clouds". You both will feel as if you're on "cloud 9". Your FS is going to show you how fun life can be. This is someone you can discover the world with. No matter what your person follows their heart. Their soul is optimistic and hopeful, paired with a "glass half full" mentality. Once they know where their heart stands they make plans to fulfill their desires. You might be suspicious of this relationship because of how "too good to be true" it seems. You might try looking for red flags and ironically get more suspicious when you don't find any. Relax, don't let your worries trouble you! Your relationship is going to be filled with good vibes only. You both will get along very well, seamlessly. Also, you will have a telepathic connection, from finishing each others sentences to dreaming about each other. I wouldn't be surprised if you both dream about each other before you first meet. Potential places I'm getting for your first meeting have active energy. Event centers, adventure parks, recreational parks/centers, amusement park, historical site, in a class learning a skill/sport, while travelling in a new place, outdoor competition, a celebration. I feel that there is going to be some type of element of fun/adventure and learning at the place you will meet. This person will grab your hand and take you on an adventure but you don't mind following them throughout life!

Seeing flags, photography/photographer, artist, fire placements, entrepreneurs, investor/investing, getting a new job, lottery, Calendars, cute/planners, dark hair, flower jewelry, bird baths/ fountain, ropes/nets, attractive hands, animal lover, furry boots, moss, sage, beaded jewelry, tangled headphones and shoelaces, seed bugs, bug landing on you, hourglass, shield, grim reaper, squirrels, rabbits foot

Pile 4

Channeled song for how they feel:

For this group I’m channeling a cute awkward energy! I get a nerdy vibe from this groups FS. This is totally the hot nerdy person x hot cool person trope. You’re the hot cool person. Don’t fret they’re very attractive as well but they don’t realize it for some reason. Your FS’s music taste is pretty lit, it has a lot of bass. Out of all the things to expect you wouldn’t expect them to have their type of music taste. You will feel how nervous they are around you. It’s not a bad nervousness at all, they are just REALLY interested in you. Omg you literally give them “the butterflies”! How cute! They might even stutter a little because of how nervous they are. When you first meet them, I’m hearing that you won’t consider them as a potential FS. You might actually even not notice them. LMFAO but hear me out 👂!! I get the vibe maybe your type currently isn’t nerdy. You might even be scared to break a pattern of toxic relationships because you’re afraid to be vulnerable with someone. Trust me this person will change that. They will make themselves known to you no matter how much they blush and stutter. Your FS is going to prioritize being present for you. This is a very loyal person! Like literally if you looked through their phone you’d see videos of game walkthroughs/tutorials and twitch gamers etc instead of suspicious texts with exes 😭💀. You could already be a gamer or be someone who isn’t that interested in gaming. Regardless i’m hearing you’re going to be playing some types of games together. And working together in your little game worlds. They’d totally buy you a matching console or build/create a custom gaming area beside theirs. You both will enjoy the time you spend playing together! 🥹

Seeing a mad cat, 333, berry plants/bush, whales, orcas, guardians, peace signs ✌🏼 ☮️ , blue cars, mints, purple shirt, heart, camouflage, social drinking, video edits, gamer, sims 4, wicked whims, anime, twitch streamer, call of duty, mary Jane, mirrors, 111

Pile 5

Channeled song for how they feel:

Group 5 you’re going to be your FS’s muse. You’ll be a source of inspiration for them. There’s something about observing you. They love to watch you even if you’re doing the most mundane things. It’s like they discover a new layer to you every time they observe. You’ve got the whole effortless, natural beauty vibe going on. Your person really likes it! I mean REALLY REALLY likes it. I think your beauty is what attracts their eyes and your behavior/personality keeps them interested. You're hypnotic and alluring. Potentially having a siren-like energy. Your FS is very articulate and expressive. With an ability to keep people listening to them. While you're more introverted and prefer to be in your own world. Do you know Barbie and Kens dynamic? Your FS is going to have Ken energy. They just love to be there for you in any way they can. It doesn’t matter if you’re grumpy or excited etc your person will always try to keep you smiling. I’m seeing that your FS is going to hug you and hold you a lot. Channeled meeting places/areas: museum, art/history/english class, cafe, photo shoot, photobooths, theater, coliseum, networking events for creatives, social media. As an occupation, your FS would most likely be in a creative artistic field. I see them using you as inspiration for their photographs. Or your person might be an artist and ask "can I paint you?". You could even have a book dedicated to you from your FS if they happen to be a writer. Either way, one day after admiring you for awhile you'll be asked to have your essence somehow incorporated into their creative passion. They would love to show you the beautiful person they see through their eyes!

Yellow suitcase, firetrucks, “go be it”, car accident, 777, 7777, graffiti, energy balls, reiki healing, 420, born on 4/20, artist, prominent Jupiterian, Venusian and/or Nodal placements, having to pee a lot, butterfly needles, shots/syringes, “the pot calling the kettle block”, “there’s a first time for everything ”, the name Emily, dentist appointment, dragonflies, flying planes, wearing blue, throat chakra, Matt , Lee, writer, podcasts, Hercules, cramps, soap, models

Pile 6

Channeled song for how they feel:

As I was tapping into your FS energy I felt like I was in fog💀. Your FS feels mysterious. They are the strong silent type. How can I put it ? Let’s just say your FS prefers to let their actions speak for themselves. Your FS's personal style is also very quiet in terms of colors. They'll wear slot of greys, blacks, navy blues, etc. You will probably wear more colors than them. They're very adept at managing finances. This person always wants your second opinion. They really value it. Taking your feelings into account comes naturally to them. I’m also really getting a chef vibe for some reason. One of you or both of you are foodies and love trying new yummy food. From walking around downtown and trying new food to having a romantic late night walk. Yes you’re going to be walking a lot in your relationship! A lot of your future favorite moments with your FS will be while you two are holding hands, and strolling at night. I’m seeing you both eventually get a dog together that will go out for walks with you too. How adorable ! During your walks you’ll notice their opinions. To you their opinions will be so interesting and different. Not just that but their opinions have an edge of humor to them. I’m hearing late night chuckles drifting through the night air. This is giving me Roger and Anita from 101 Dalmatians. I feel like their job will include music and/or food. Possible places you’ll meet your FS: at restaurants, wine tastings, farmers market, farm, somewhere you buy plants, garden parks, orchestra performance

Butter pecan ice cream, lollipop, ear problems, protein drinks, untied shoelaces, 101 Dalmatians movie, margarita, band, map, moonlight, hat with flowers on it, meteor shower, shooting stars, explosion, “surprise”, surprise party, initials: a p d b f t j i m, black leaf, your plant dying, Mushrooms, ukulele, things being in a set of 3, "you'll always be my baby", mel, melissa, Malcolm, Adriana, Taurus placements, passing by someone playing an instrument, mountains, crocodiles, alligators, peacocks, unicorn, werewolf, deja vu, orchestra, Tinkerbell

Thanks so much 😽 !!

[justafewsmallsteps]

A look into LadyNoir for my Reversal AU, The Other Way Around. You don’t really need to read the other parts to get this one :)

Title: The Other Way Around, Part 3 Pairing: Lovesquare (LadyNoir)   Rating: G+ Word Count: 2.5K

The first time Marinette really interacted with a cat was at a friend’s house. She was six years old at her very first sleepover. Nervous and shy, she’d spent the majority of the evening worrying about what would happen once the lights were out. She’d never had to sleep through a night without her parents or family with her. No amount of cartoons or pillow fights could fully ease the fear of impending darkness.

The other three girls seemed totally adjusted and excited, but Marinette could hardly eat dinner even though it was pizza from their favorite spot. Then she nearly burst into tears at the table when they served the cookies her parents had sent with her, overwhelmed with missing them so badly. With her eyes stinging and her voice ready to cry out that they should call home to pick her up, Button the cat suddenly sprung onto her lap. She was a fluffy tan thing with two black dots going down the center of her back, hence her name. In that moment she looked just like a chocolate chip cookie, albeit one that blinked up at Marinette’s face with huge, adorable brown eyes. The cat smooshed her head against the girl’s stomach, sat down, and began to purr. In her surprise and fascination, young Marinette forgot what she was so upset over.

She never had pets growing up—the hair was too much to maintain when her family also lived in a bakery—so she hadn’t any courage to approach Button before, even when the other girls had spent time petting her. She knew cats had claws and their yawns revealed sharp, pointy teeth. The last thing she wanted was to get scratched or bitten when she was already terrified. Cats had been a scary mystery. Button was small and fluffy and warm. The moment she cuddled up to her, Marinette fell in love.

After that day, cats became her favorite animal, and while she still wasn’t allowed to have one (despite the begging and puppy eyes that her mother valiantly fought against with gentle reasoning), Marinette surrounded herself with them as a good luck charm. She had kitty keychains, plush toys, cat-covered folders to take to class, and cat-print bedsheets. The obsessive phase lasted for three years, but the fondness stayed even when her room took on a pink and floral theme to match her changing design aesthetic. Obviously when she found the giant body pillow shaped like a cat, she knew she had to have it anyway. After long days of dealing with Chloe’s yapping and her own special trademark combination of back luck and clumsiness, hugging that massive squishy cat became her ultimate comfort.

That was, until another cat fell into her lap. Well, crashed into her entire body was more what happened.

When she was gifted her miraculous, Marinette thought herself a poor fit for a superhero. She liked leadership positions and really didn’t have a big problem taking charge when needed, but saving lives was a ton of pressure. She’d thrown her yoyo randomly, not sure of a single move she made, and in doing so managed to tangle her partner and herself up despite the superpowers. Chat Noir seemed more natural, and surely he deserved a partner that had the confidence to match his skills instead of her. Marinette was stuck in her head with apprehension. She’d totally screwed up her very first mission by letting the akuma multiply instead of purifying it. She wasn’t excited to be a hero. She was terrified.

Maybe it was the cat bias that made her instantly trust Chat Noir, but it was the way he put his warm hands so squarely on her shoulders and assured her that she could do this, that made her fall in love. It was the second time a cat had saved her from giving in to her fears.

He gave her the courage to stand up to Hawkmoth, and the moment she vowed to take him down was a triumph of bravery. She wouldn’t have been able to do that without him.

Of course she fell for him.

He didn’t make it any easier for her as they got closer. He was just so endearingly sweet, throwing compliments at her all the time for encouragement.

If only she didn’t turn into an absolute pile of goo whenever he did. At least she was always able to pull herself together to get the job done, but it was his fault. What could anyone expect from her when her partner was talented, smart, super handsome, and somehow humble about all of it?

She’d witnessed how he avoided the spotlight in favor of checking up with akuma victims. She’d seen him time after time go out of his way to protect others, especially her, from harm’s way. And after he did all those things he’d throw her the credit as if she was the one saving the day.

They worked together well, reading each other’s moves and adapting to each other’s pace. But he never needed the attention, happy to just get the mission done. It was a side of him that she got to see when the crowds weren’t looking, proud at what they’d accomplished while holding his fist out to hers in solidarity to say, “We did it!” Together. Always together.

But then their miraculouses would beep, and they’d have to go their separate ways with her casting lingering glances towards whichever horizon he’d disappear off to.

At least during some of their mutual patrols they had time to talk. She looked forward to each one, no matter what other responsibilities she had waiting for her once it was over. Getting to know her partner was such a highlight to her identity as Ladybug. There was the triumph of victory, the thrill of the physics defying feats she could accomplish, the heartwarming gratitude of the citizens… and then there was this: sitting at the top of the Eiffel with their feeting dangling in the cool Parisian air, aimlessly talking above a safe city set aglow with evening lights; the warm sense of security yet tingling excitement of hanging out with her one and only crush.

“Favorite hot drink?” she wondered.

Asking non-identifying questions was their way of bonding without compromising themselves.

Chat Noir hummed thoughtfully over a cookie—raspberry macarons, a favorite she had learned fairly early on. “The hot chocolate you brought in the winter was great. Probably the best I’ve ever had, actually.”

She blushed and kicked her feet nervously. She swore that she would’ve tripped if they’d been walking. Somehow his compliments did that to her. “T-thanks.”

He grabbed another macaron and turned it over, studying the ruffled feet as he added, “Otherwise I’m really fond of tea. My mother liked English high tea; always insisted we have a tea break at some point in the day. When I was a kid I was only in it for the cookies and sandwiches, but at this point I like the drink too. It's nostalgic.”

He always got wistful when he spoke about his mother, but Marinette knew that train of thought would lead them to somewhere too personal. It wasn’t that she didn’t yearn to know more about him. Quite the opposite, but they both knew that it wasn’t safe yet. There had been too many close calls. She followed up with another question. “Any tea in particular?”

“Earl grey, usually. I’m a fan of London Fogs over coffee.”

She smiled down, looking at her home’s direction. They had a lovely macaron with that flavor as well, she thought. She could bring him a variety box next time. Maybe one day they could do tea together in some fashion. A picnic, perhaps? High tea during an evening patrol seemed a bit strange, but she could always brew him a decaf in a thermos so he wouldn’t be hopped up on caffeine. Or maybe that was too much if she was already bringing the same flavor in a cookie. Did hot chocolate go well with earl grey? What about the raspberry? Plenty of people ordered a variety of flavors all the time. Maybe she should throw in a few others for balance, like the rose ones. Wait, were rose flavored macarons too romantic? Would it seem like a date if she brought him flower-flavored food? Not that she didn’t want to date him because of course she did but—

“Deep in thought, Ladybug?”

Chat Noir’s twinkling green eyes greeted her, just a few centimeters from her face. He must have been trying to get her attention for a while.

Surprised, she suddenly scooted back and flailed. “Oh!” Thankfully she was securely seated on the beam enough to not begin a sad plummet to the ground. Desserts were well and good, but she’d prefer to avoid becoming a polka dotted pancake. “Yes, sorry! Did you say something?”

He laughed his magical laugh, accustomed to her tendency to get lost in her own head. “No need to apologize. I was just saying that it was my turn to ask a question before we turn in for the night.”

Ah, was it already time to go back? Sheepishly, the heroine smiled. “Did you already ask it?”

A flash of teeth showed off his mirthful grin. “I did.”

“Sorry.” He had already told her not to apologize, but it was embarrassing that she was fantasizing about dating him when he was literally sitting besides her. “What was it again?”

“I asked if you’ve been on a date lately, Little Lady.”

Oh.

Her mind short-circuited. Had she been babbling out loud? How desperate had she sounded? “What? Me! Doing to date you? I mean, going on a date with someyou? Someone!”

If her slip up meant anything, he didn’t acknowledge it. He never did. Did she want him to?

“Yep. Like a romantic one-on-one date. I, uh,” he bashfully scratched the back of his neck, “I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

A rush of blood warmed her cheeks. “Y-you were?” Thinking about dating someone? Her? Them? Romantically!

He avoided her eyes, choosing to look up instead as he laughed nervously. “For a while now. I don’t even think I could, but there’s a girl…”

I’m a girl, her brain supplied with excitement.

“You can’t ask her?”

He clicked his tongue. “There’s a few conflicts. First of all, I don’t know how she really feels about me, and… I don’t know how to say the other part without really giving anything away.”

Ladybug pursed her lips and gave him time, either out of courtesy or because she was freaking out and incapable of speech.

“Um, it’s like… an occupational issue, I guess. I don’t know if I’d be allowed, in a sense. Then there’s the issue that I know nearly nothing about dating,” he explained.

For all his vagueness, she fit his description enough. She’d never outright confessed to being in love with him, so he didn’t know her feelings. Also they weren’t really supposed to date with all their responsibilities, and wasn’t that just part of their job as heroes? So for all intents and purposes, Chat Noir really could have been talking about her. The possibility made her head spin.

Her hope was strung on a tightrope; a precarious position that could go either way. She could ask him directly if he meant someone in his civilian life or if by some miracle he was talking about her—or she could stay on the precipice between disappointment and bliss. But for all her clumsiness, Marinette preferred balance whenever she could manage it. So she stayed her course, eyes far from looking down at the possibilities and instead on the objective: answer him.

“I haven’t been on a real date recently, no.”

She looked for any hint about his feelings in his response, any indication that he was relieved or just pitied her. He simply nodded, leaving her clueless as she continued to walk the tightrope.

“Same,” he let out a whiny sigh. “I guess I can’t really ask for advice then. I’m terrible when it comes to romance.”

She traced one of her spots with a gloved finger, trying to keep a clear mind despite the slight relief that her crush wasn’t out on dates all the time. “I doubt it. You’re so amazing, you’d make any girl really happy and lucky to be with you.” Saying those words aloud had her face feeling as red as her suit.

“Luck is your department, LB,” he grinned. “I imagine admirers are chasing you left and right.”

“Not in any serious manner,” Adrien’s corny and outlandish attempts to get her attention came to mind. He was just a flirt by nature, hardly what someone would consider a real admirer. “I… I’d be happy to go on a date with somebody who really liked me though.”

He gave her a thoughtful look that made her pause.

She stood up suddenly. “I mean, not just anybody! Like… if I knew they actually liked me, then I might give it a chance? Depending on the person.”

Chat Noir smiled again, patiently letting her ramble as usual.

She took a deep breath to collect herself. “It doesn’t matter how experienced you are with dating, at least that’s what I think. If she’s a nice person then she’ll also understand and you’ll both get through it together. You just have to be yourself.”

“You’re right as always, Little Lady,” he sighed. Her stomach did a flip at the soft sound of his voice. “You know, you do give the best advice.”

Balance, she reminded herself. Tightrope.

But he spoke again, “I can always count on you to cheer me up if things go wrong, can’t I?”

The words were kind—like a soft breeze—which was just enough to throw off her careful, barely established balance; just enough information to tip her over to the fact that he must have been talking about some other girl if at the end of the day he could still find comfort in her, his partner.

And so she fell. Or, well, she’d fallen for him a long time ago. What did she expect? Something happier, she’d hoped. Something more similar to catching herself with her yo-yo, lifting back up to soar instead of her hopes tumbling down.

“Ladybug?”

She took a second to glance down at the ground where her heart felt like it had dropped. From their high position on the Eiffel, it was a long way down. For how much she loved him, she wasn’t sure just how her heart would break. Shatter like glass? Crumble to pieces? Or would it plummet and dent the floor because it certainly felt as heavy as lead when she turned to face Chat Noir, an achingly sweet melancholy painted on face as he smiled at her.

“Of course you can count on me. You and me against it all,” she assured, holding out her hand to help him up. It was time to go, after all.

He grinned as he stood, “Everything from akumas to heartbreak.”

She gave a weak laugh in reply. “Good night, Chat.”

“Good night, Little Lady.”

[wefoundloveunderthelight]

Skyline Manor by GleefullyCaptainSwan

Chapter 1/13

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Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a time in the faraway land of Bostonia, lived a Princess named Emma Swan and her son, Sir Henry and while Sir Henry loved and adored his mother, he longed for adventure. Life at Skyline Manor bordered on mundane, and Sir Henry wanted to see the world, find buried treasure, or save the kingdom from impending doom. But most of all, the thing Sir Henry wanted most in all the realms was for his mother to find true love.

Princess Emma had many suitors, presently she was being courted by Duke Humbert of Rockport, a friend of her brother King David’s and an honorable man. Yet for all the dancing, flowers, and bold intentions, his mother had not yet settled for the Duke.

For Sir Henry knew that his mother was longing for her own adventure. He had observed her many times from her window, while glancing up from his place in the garden. She would sit, stoically, her gaze always looking outward, staring wistfully at the sea. But alas, adventure was frowned upon for the Princess, as King David wanted her to settle down and marry, forever giving up her chance at finding the one thing that had alluded her. A happy ending.

“Henry, dinner is ready.”

Henry dropped his pen and turned toward his door, shoving his notebook in his desk drawer as his mother entered his bedroom.

“Did you hear me? Dinner’s ready.”

“Yup, just finishing up my homework.” He closed his math book and stood from his desk. “We aren’t having meatloaf again are we?”

His mother tussled his hair and pushed him toward the kitchen. “No, mac and cheese tonight.”

“Oh yum.” He exclaimed before she grabbed him by the shirt.

“Wash your hands first.”

“Mom.” He whined. “My hands are clean.”

“Now.” She demanded. “Then come to the table. We won’t start without you.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I told you last week that Graham was coming for dinner tonight?”

Henry smiled, “Oh yeah.” He turned away from his mother so she wouldn’t see the frown on his face. Graham “The Bore” Humbert and his mother had been dating for six months. It wasn’t that Henry didn’t like him; he just wasn’t interesting. He had been excited when he first met him, leather jacket, with a shiny gold badge, he couldn’t wait to hear all his stories about chasing bad guys or shooting a gun, only to find out that he wasn’t exactly a cop but more like a security guard for an old folk’s home.

He was a nice man, polite, friendly, and his mom seemed to like him, so he tried not to show his disappointment when his mother invited him along to things they used to do together. Going to the zoo, spending time at the park by the docks, or go-kart racing, all of the previous mother/son activities became, mother/son plus Graham activities. While it was disappointing, his mother deserved to be happy. She had gone through a rough time with her dad and though they had stopped yelling at each other, he knew that she had been unhappy for a really long time.

Seeing his mother laugh and smile was great and everything, but Henry just didn’t feel like Graham was the right man for his mom. Case in point, when he and his mom wanted to try sailing, Graham got seasick and threw up the entire trip. Or when they went to that new escape room downtown and Graham ignored his mother’s suggestion to enter the code they found in the chest on the cabinet lock and ended up wasting twenty minutes entering random numbers until time ran out.

Henry was sure that someone could be a nice man, just not the right man.

He spent many of their outings trying to find a better match for his mom. Every man they passed, or spoke to, became eligible options for Emma. So far he hadn’t found anyone worthy enough. He guessed Graham could do until he found something better. At least she wouldn’t be sad like she was before Graham had arrived.

“Goodness, did you wash off your fingerprints?” His mother asked as he sat down at the table.

“Sorry, I got distracted.” He said sheepishly as he sat down.

“How are you Henry?” Graham turned his attention nervously toward him.

He shrugged. “Good I guess.” Dinner was quiet, he dug his fork into the noodles, slipping them into his mouth as he glanced around the table. There was small talk that didn’t include him, mostly things Graham had dealt with at work, some man named Leroy fell and hurt his hip, the lady he always called Grans had gotten angry about the food in the cafeteria again, so he had to settle her back to her room. Not terrible things, but nothing that interested Henry and he wasn’t exactly a part of the conversation either. “Can I go hang out with Will tonight?”

“I thought maybe we could watch a movie.” She replied, looking between him and Graham.

“Will promised we could finish the Falcon tonight.” He whined.

“You’re building a bird?” Graham asked.

“The Millennium Falcon.” He corrected with an air of disappointment when the man shrugged his shoulders, not understanding what it was.

“Ok, what’s that?”

Henry’s mouth dropped and he turned toward his mother. “He doesn’t know what it is?”

“Afraid Graham doesn’t like Star Wars.” Henry blinked slowly. Another strike against you, buddy, he thought. “We were thinking we could watch “Paul Blart, Mall Cop.” His mother smiled toward Graham.

Mall Cop, he groaned internally. His mother hated that movie. He tried to fake a smile. “Sounds great.” He knew his voice must have sounded disingenuous when Graham cleared his throat and spoke.

“Emma, if he wants to build this Falcon car, I don’t mind, we can watch the movie some other time, or I can leave it here if he wants to watch it after we do, tonight.”

“Ok fine, but you have to go to bed at 9 tonight, you have school tomorrow.” Henry jumped up from the table. “And tell Will I said no bad words. I’m still getting dirty looks from the principle after you felt the need to use the phrase bloody hell when your teacher asked if you did your homework last week.”

“Got it, bed by 9, no bad words. Love you mom.” He kissed her cheek and ran out of the room, sticking his head back through the opening of the door. “Bye Graham.” He announced before running from the room toward the front door and sprinting across the hallway, colliding with something solid as soon as he shut his door.

He fell backward, landing on his rear and looking up to see a tall, dark haired man in a leather jacket staring down at him. “Sorry, lad, I fear I didn’t see you. I hope I haven’t injured you.” He held his hand out and helped him off the floor.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me.” He replied with a grin taking in the stranger’s appearance, wondering who he was and what he was doing here.

“Alright then lad, glad you’re not hurt.”

Henry looked down and picked up the item the man dropped, turning it over in his hand, it was a set of keys with a ship’s anchor hanging from a chain. “Cool anchor.”

The man laughed and took the keys from his hand. “Thanks, mate. I’m Killian Jones, I just moved in next door.” He gestured to the door on the other side of his own.

“My name’s Henry.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Sir Henry.” He stated and Henry’s eyes grew wide. “I hope you get to where you’re going safely.” He chuckled.

“Thanks, just going to visit my friend Will, he lives across the hall here.” Pointing to the door in front of them.

“Alright then, I won’t keep you. Be careful, I’m sure your mom and dad would be quite upset if you were injured.”

“I just live with my mom. My dad doesn’t live here.”

“You sure do give out a lot of information to strangers. You should be careful with that; I could be an untrustworthy person?”

“Are you?”

“Well, no, but you should still be careful, lad.” He said with a laugh. “Have a good evening, I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

Henry waved as the man retreated down the hall, his anchor keychain jingling from his back pocket. A smile grew on his face. A new player had arrived on the scene, he thought before knocking on the door in front of him.

Will Scarlet opened the door, smiling down at him. “Bloody hell, it’s already 7pm. You’re already late.”

“Mom says you can’t use that word while I’m here. And I couldn’t help it, Graham came over tonight and wanted to watch Mall Cop.” Will Scarlet was his mother’s best friend. They had known each other since before Henry was born. Will was Henry’s Godfather and Will’s place was his favorite place to be besides his own home.

“Oh God. He takes that security guard thing a bit too far doesn’t he?”

“He doesn’t even watch Star Wars. Who doesn’t watch Star Wars?”

“Loads of people, mate, loads of incorrect and ignorant people.” He teased as they sat down in front of the multitude of Legos spread out on the table in front of them. “But cut him some slack, he’s a good man. Your mom could do worse.”

“She could do better.”

“Henry!” He warned. “Just because he’s a snoozer, doesn’t mean your mom doesn’t like being around him. She seems to see something in him that’s worth having around to her, so don’t screw that up, kid.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “I know, I know, I was nice to him. I promise.”

“Good to hear, kid.” He ruffled his hair and they worked together to find the pieces they needed to continue where they left off. “Did your mom get the chicken for the barbeque next weekend?”

Henry’s favorite summer tradition was the annual Skyline Apartment’s barbeque. It was held every June on the roof of the building and all the residents attended. The roof had the best view of the harbor in town and was the main reason his mom chose this place when they moved here three years ago.

“Yeah, she got it on Wednesday.” He paused. “Oh yeah, there’s a new guy, we need to invite him too.”

“Which new guy?”

“The guy who moved into the vacant apartment next door, 4C, I ran into him on my way over here.”

“I’ll make sure Rubes invites him, then.”

“Awesome.”

When Henry returned to his room later that evening he pulled the notebook out of his drawer and stared at the page.

Sir Henry hoped that a new adventure would be revealed at the annual ball. Every year, the residents of Skyline Manor hosted a party, which was attended by the King and Queen of Bostonia. Perhaps this would be the moment that his mother would find her true love. As preparations for the ball were being set, a mysterious ship dropped anchor at Bostonia Harbor, helmed by the bravest sailor in all the lands, Captain Killian Jones.

~*~

Killian Jones dropped his keys on the counter, looking around the empty apartment in front of him. Stepping out onto his balcony he closed his eyes and listened for the sound of the seagulls. He smiled to himself as he drank in the smells of the fresh ocean air. He could barely believe his luck when a unit opened at Skyline Apartments. He had been on the waiting list for a year after scoping out the best apartments close to the harbor.

This was a rare find. Living near the harbor meant he no longer had to sit in traffic to get to his job each day. Killian loved the ocean. When he moved to Boston from Maine two years ago, he knew that he wanted to work on the water. It was by chance that an old Navy friend of his knew of a job for a charter company that needed a Captain to give tours of the harbor to paying guests and the rest as they say, was history.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out from his restrictive denim jeans to glance at the screen.

Belle: Want to get dinner tonight? I assume you haven’t bought any groceries for your new apartment and if I didn’t get to you soon, you’d have already ordered pizza and opened a beer.

Killian laughed; Belle knew him so well. He’d been seeing the lass for the last six months, but he tried to keep things light between them. Dinner and a movie, perhaps a round of pool at a nearby bar, but Killian Jones didn’t have a girlfriend. She never spent the night, they didn’t celebrate each other’s birthdays, and they never talked about their future.

He liked Belle very much, she was a friendly lass, very attentive, an excellent lover, and honestly a great friend. But he couldn’t afford to make attachments.

His last relationship, if you could call it that, had lasted two years. The woman he had been seeing wasn’t exactly up front on all aspects of her personal life. Perhaps he should have seen the immediate red flags when they met and her relationship status on Facebook was “It’s complicated.” Turns out complicatedmeant married, and not in the separated variety either.

An arrest from a bar fight and a restraining order later, it was over. Everything Killian had thought he knew about his life had turned upside down. He had lived with a friend for a few months while he tried to recover from losing the woman he had planned to ask to marry him. When he was finally determined to move on, lost in drink and terrified of having his heart broken again, he swore to his brother that he would never enter a relationship with another woman.

He had not broken that drunken vow since. He enjoyed women, in fact, he had enjoyed the company of many a lass after nights spent at the bar, carnal activities were something he found himself quite skilled at. But that was usually as far as things went. One-night stands, chance encounters, never emotional connection.

Sure, his one-night stand with Belle French had extended into six months. One dinner that turned into a string of dinners and bedroom romps, but Killian kept his heart out of the transaction. Belle was fun, she was safe, and she seemed to understand their arrangement.

Killian: Or you could bring sandwiches from that place we went to on 5th. I’ll provide the beer. As long as you don’t mind sitting on the floor. Furniture doesn’t arrive until tomorrow afternoon.

Belle: On my way!

Killian stepped into the hall, locking his door behind him. He knew there was a convenience store within walking distance where he could purchase some beer for the evening. Turning toward the elevator he saw the door to the apartment next to him open and a man step out into the hall. He believed it to be the one the young lad came from earlier when they collided in the hall.

“Tell Henry goodnight for me.” The man’s attention was focused on the occupant still inside the apartment. “Sorry he missed the movie.”

“Maybe next time.” He heard a laugh as he approached, nodding to the man in the hall and turning toward the open door. He made eye contact with the most radiant green eyes he had ever seen, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Good evening.” He offered the greeting to the couple with a nod.

“Hey.” The woman said with a gorgeous smile that seemed to cause the entire dark hall to light up brightly. He continued to the elevator, only turning back when it opened, and he saw the man turn toward him.

“Hold the elevator.” He leaned over and kissed the woman, running down the hall and joining him in the small space. “Haven’t seen you around here before.” He offered his hand toward him and Killian shook it. “I’m Graham. Do you live here?”

“Aye, just moved in to 4C. Name’s Jones.”

“Ah you’re neighbors with my girlfriend and her kid.”

“Ah, Henry, I believe? I think I bumped into him in the hall earlier.”

“That’s him. Great kid.” He said as he exhaled. Killian nodded, unsure of what else to share with the man. He hated small talk and found it completely unnecessary. He was relieved when he heard the ding of the elevator announcing they had arrived on the ground floor.

“Nice meeting you.” He offered as he headed toward the exit.

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

~*~

Emma stood in her doorway watching her boyfriend and the mystery man enter the elevator. She’d never seen him in the building before. She wondered if Ruby had met someone new recently. Obviously if she had, she could understand why she was keeping him a secret. He was gorgeous in that sort of dangerous, don’t-take-home-to-mom, kind of way.

She closed her door, locking it behind her as she went about cleaning the cups from the living room. It was a lovely evening with Graham, even if the movie was on her do-not-care-to-watchlist. Graham was a really good man. He was friendly, had a steady job, and treated her well. It was more than she had with her ex-husband, Neal.

Neal and Emma had burned with a fire that she knew could never be sustained. They burned hot and blew up just as quickly. She had been married to Neal for less than six months before he got arrested for breaking and entering. She should have known things weren’t going to work out when their first date was to a club that turned out to be a target for a robbery that he had been scoping out. She tried to reconcile all the reasons he could change if they stayed together. But Neal never grew up.

As soon as the ink dried on their divorce papers, she found out she was pregnant because isn’t that just how life works? She had thought she would be done with Neal forever, and then they were forced to work together to parent a child. Henry being born did cause Neal to grow up at least a little, and he gave up his previous life in order to maintain joint custody of their son. Emma had threatened that the moment she found out he was messed up in anything illegal, she would take him back to court immediately.

Eleven years later, and Neal was still clean. Completely and utterly immature, but at least he had held down the same job for the last three months. And he was getting paid legally instead of under the table, which was a welcomed change. For the most part they got along, mostly for Henry’s sake, but she was happy that Henry had both of his parents in his life.

That had been the most important part to her, growing up in the foster system without knowing her real parents had led to a difficult childhood. However, when she turned six, she had been adopted by Ruth and Robert Nolan. They had a son that was only 2 years older than her, and Emma and David became best friends. She had been so grateful to finally have a home, and a family and she never wanted her son to go without either.

She had everything she could ever want in life. A beautiful son, a wonderful family, the best friends she could ever ask for, and a man who cared about her. For all accounts, Emma was happy with her life. Which was all the more reason to be frustrated when she found herself sitting on her balcony tonight, like she did most nights, wondering if there wasn’t something more out there for her. She had everything she had ever asked for, so why was she always looking for shooting stars or waiting for the clock to hit 11:11 to make the wish she made every night when she closed her eyes…

I wish something big and exciting would happen.

[kurowrites]

That Cursed Broken Heart - Chapter 6

Previous parts. AO3.

I guess this is the final part...

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“Lan Zhan, will you stop pouting already?”

“Am not,” Lan Zhan insists, but it’s said so sulkily that Wei Ying cannot help but laugh and bump their shoulders together in mirth.

“You are! You are soooo grumpy right now. It’s not like I said I’ll never do it.”

Lan Zhan sighs and uses Wei Ying’s hand in his as leverage to pull Wei Ying back to his side as Wei Ying moves away.

They’ve been walking through this park, looking at the blossoming flowers for about thirty minutes now. It’s a popular spot at this time of the year; the park is renowned for its scenic views and well-maintained flower garden. But while they enjoy the sunlight and the lovely smell of flowers, they ignore the other visitors and are mostly absorbed in their own little world, discussing the future of their relationship.

Lan Zhan has been very insistent on going on regular dates, making plans to go to different restaurants and museums and parks; all the places he knows Wei Ying likes. Even the ones Lan Zhan himself doesn’t particularly like – at which point Wei Ying had to tell him that this works both ways, and bought tickets to a concert he never would’ve gone to on his own. It reminds Wei Ying a lot of the dates they went on when they first started dating in university, which is simultaneously very cute and extremely nerve-wracking. It makes Wei Ying think of the past, and all the things the future might bring.

Unlike their university-era counterparts, they are discussing the future of their relationship now. Today, the discussion has turned towards a topic that’s quickly becoming their favourite: Moving in together. Lan Zhan is very much in favour of it. Wei Ying… Wei Ying is nervous about it.

Now that he knows how seriously Lan Zhan takes this relationship, he knows what it means when they move in together. It won’t just be about staying together. It will be a first commitment on their path to marriage. Lan Zhan doesn’t say so, not in words, and he also never makes marriage a condition of their continued relationship, but Wei Ying knows now that it is what Lan Zhan ultimately wishes for. What he hopes Wei Ying will wish for too, one day.

Wei Ying doesn’t have any concerns about getting married as such. Oh no, quite to the contrary. The sheer thought of getting married to Lan Zhan, having Lan Zhan committed to him for the rest of their lives, it makes him all shivery and excited. To think that he would be the one that gets to keep Lan Zhan forever – oh, he can’t bear the thought! It’s too much! He might not make it to the actual marriage ceremony because the excitement will probably get him before that. The thought of marrying Lan Zhan makes him want to die because he simply cannot contain all these feelings in his body. He’s going to burst, and it will be ugly.  

But there’s more to be considered than idle daydreams of sharing a marriage bed and eating breakfast together for the rest of their lives. If he commits to Lan Zhan fully, if he moves in with him, he needs to be sure that this is it. That he won’t fall back into old patterns of behaviour, and that he too can provide for Lan Zhan. That their relationship is solid before they take that next step.

If he moved in only for it to end in disaster, he couldn’t take that. So he wants to keep living on his own for a little longer. Get his sea legs first, so to speak.

“Is it my uncle?” Lan Zhan asks quietly. “I know he was not entirely welcoming to you. I have talked to him many times. He knows I will not give you up. He has given me his word not to interfere again.”

That makes Wei Ying sigh, too. Facing Lan Qiren had been… not high on his list of priorities. But Lan Zhan insisted on a talk, determined to resolve the issue once and for all. And then proceeded to basically strong-arm Lan Qiren into giving his consent and support for their relationship. Wei Ying has to confess, he still starts giggling whenever he thinks about how quickly Lan Qiren caved when Lan Zhan bluntly leveraged his potential grandchildren. Apparently, Wei Ying is less of an evil than the certainty of never having grandchildren (blood-related or not). And so, Lan Qiren gave his blessing – reluctantly and not very graciously, but he gave it. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are officially a couple again, but now with the label ‘SERIOUS’ attached in big letters.

(Oh, how pissed Jiang Cheng is about that. He is still trying to escape from the well-meaning matchmaking attempts of his aunties and he is not happy.)

They are on the same page, this time. But…

“No. Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says. “I won’t say your uncle isn’t… uh. Well. You know. But… we probably should give it some time. After all that has happened.”

Lan Zhan is silent for a moment, clearly processing Wei Ying’s words.

“Is it so wrong to want to wake up next to you as often as I can?”

Wei Ying stumbles, but Lan Zhan’s free hand is already there, keeping him upright.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Yin exclaims. “You can’t just say things like that! It’s dangerous!”

Instead of answering, Lan Zhan reels him in and presses a kiss to his forehead. Wei Ying closes his eyes. It’s nice to have Lan Zhan so close, once again. His warmth, his smell, his gentle gestures. The way Wei Ying feels when Lan Zhan holds him. Wei Ying missed it all so much.

“We lost a lot of time,” Lan Zhan replies. “You cannot blame me for wanting to be selfish for once.”

He presses Wei Ying tightly to his side and begins walking again, staring off somewhere into the distance, the beauty of the flowers around him lost to his eyes. Wei Ying waits silently, because he gets the feeling that Lan Zhan is trying to say something.

“When you left, I thought it was right for me to practice self-denial,” Lan Zhan starts. “That it was… noble. Now that you are here, now that I know how you felt when you left, I regret it. I do not want to lose you again. We do not know how much time we have been given. I cannot help but feel… impatient.”

Wei Ying feels himself break out into a smile. He lets his head drop onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder, feeling light and happy.

“Lan Zhan, ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighs. “If you keep this up, you will soon be rid of me. My heart can’t take it. Do you really want to kill your husband before you manage to actually marry him?”

“Nn,” says Lan Zhan, and squeezes Wei Ying tight.

Wei Ying laughs. “You see, not ideal. However, since I’m a very smart man and also a considerate boyfriend, I suggest… a compromise.” He grins up at Lan Zhan, a little proud of himself. “I will keep my current apartment and keep living there… but I’ll stay with you during the weekends. How do you like that, Lan Zhan? You can ply me with food and lazy mornings, and maybe one day I’ll decide I don’t reaaaally want to go home, and–”

He doesn’t get any further than that, because Lan Zhan reels him in and kisses him enthusiastically, not caring about the audience around them. Wei Ying is fine with that. He’s really, really fine with Lan Zhan’s enthusiastic response to Wei Ying’s hint that he’s willing to work on the idea of moving in together, and he’s really, really, really fine with Lan Zhan’s determined focus on convincing Wei Ying that this relationship is worth it.

He feels a little bad about making someone as calm and collected as Lan Zhan feel impatient and out of control. After all, it’s Wei Ying that caused it. But it’s also a huge relief for Wei Ying – to know that Lan Zhan has no doubts about being with Wei Ying. That he wants it, even if he has to work for it. That he wants to stay with Wei Ying. Forever, preferably. It’s a huge weight off Wei Ying’s shoulders, to be able to depend on Lan Zhan’s feelings so much.

He wants to be able to give Lan Zhan the same sense of security. He hopes that day will come soon.

“Mmmh, Lan Zhan,” he murmurs against Lan Zhan’s lips, once Lan Zhan lets him breathe again. “I want breakfast in bed. Do you think I deserve some breakfast in bed? Because I think I do.”

There’s a certain glint in Lan Zhan’s eyes that sparks something deep in Wei Ying’s belly, something hot and electrifying. He knows that look. Has craved for that look to return.

And he knows that Lan Zhan will probably convince him to move in full-time before long.

He doesn’t think he’ll mind losing that battle.

“Take me home,” he says, placing another hot kiss on Lan Zhan’s lips, on his cheeks. “I think I’ve had enough of parks and flowers for today.”

He reaches out and traces Lan Zhan’s cheekbone with his finger.

“I just want a cup of tea, and Lan Zhan all to myself. I guess it’s fine, to be selfish for once.”

The next moment, he’s whisked away, before he even has time to laugh.

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The next morning, a key appears among Wei Ying’s things.

On the keychain is a metal figure of a white rabbit, sitting patiently.

(Wei Ying isn’t going to give that one back.)

[thatanimenerd101]

Day 3: Feathers

Hawks x g/n reader

Warnings: Fluff,alcohol, swearing

Word count: 1k

Tag list: @keigos-dove @tryna-imagine @tooloudarts @zyrielwolf @alesipanic @queensynderella @the-grimm-writer

All art credit goes to Micheal F.

(Enjoy this!)

You had a little too much to drink, the reason behind this was that your boyfriend of three years was cheating on you. He wanted an open relationship, but you were uncomfortable with it. But he went behind your back and cheated.

“I want a round of whiskey!” You ordered the bartender, your face was pink from the alcohol.

The bartender gave you what you wanted and continued to serve the other customers. You looked down at your drink. A sixth one down, trying to forget the past three years of your relationship. Tears were building up in your eyes, you didn’t have a home anymore. Even though everything was in your name. He kicked you out and had his new partner wearing your clothes. In your hazy state you reached in your pocket and grabbed a red feather. From your friend Hawks. He had given it to you because for some reason he said he wanted to keep you safe. That was a hero's job to keep everyone safe. A single tear fell onto the feather. He had told you that if you ever needed him all you had to do was hold the feather and he would find you.

You doubted that, he was a busy man. He was the number two hero and he probably had a special someone. But who knows? You two don’t get the chance to talk much. The two of you become friends because the commission wanted you and Hawks to work together due to your powerful quirk. You heard someone come into the bar. The bell rang, telling the employees that a new customer had arrived. Turing on your bar stool you vaguely saw a man with large red wings. People crowded around him and asked for pictures, autographs, along with some personal questions. He made his way to you.

“Hey there l/n, let's get you outta here. You’ve clearly had a rough night and way too much to drink.” He smiled and gave you his hand so you were able to stand up without falling.

“I only had six.” You whined as you two walked out of the bar. Eyes glued to the two of you.

“I know you, you cannot handle your liquor. Something happened, wanna tell me?”

“My boyfriend cheated on me and then kicked me out.” You cried and buried your head into his jacket.

Hawks frowned, he had met your boyfriend and he didn’t like him. But you were happy, so he was happy. But hearing this, he was pissed.

“He didn’t deserve you anyways, you're amazing and he’s a piece of shit.”

His jacket was damp from your tears, your red eyes looked up and locked into his.

“He took all my stuff and I don’t have a place to go now.” More tears were about to fall. Hawks ran his thumb under both your eyes to wipe them.

“Hey, one of my houses is nearby. You can stay there for however long you’d like. I’ll take you there but I have a villain to take care off so I can’t stay long.”

“A villain?”

He smiled. “Yeah, but I had to come save you dove.” He scooped you up in his arms and slowly started to fly into the night sky. You grabbed onto his shirt and hid your face into his neck. It was cold, well considering it was the middle of the night.

He slowly put you down on the balcony.

“It’s unlocked, you're welcome to help yourself to some leftover chicken. See you later kid!” He then was out of slight in the blink of an eye.

Wait….did he just call you kid?

“What the hell is up with him?” You thought to yourself and went inside.

Two words; Holy shit, this place was huge and so modern. Leather furniture in the living room, marble floors, but little to no cookware.

Meanwhile Hawks was informing the police of what went down.

“According to some civilians Hawks you took off right in the middle of a fight and just left some of your feathers to hold the villain. Mind telling us what was so important?” The officer questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I had other business to take care of real quick. Don’t worry, nothing bad would have happened. Besides, my feathers may look weak but I can assure you, officer, I had everything under control.” Hawks grinned.

*touch* He could feel you touching his feathers he gave you. You weren’t in danger. But he knew you were a bit uneasy. Probably from everything that happened tonight and it also wasn’t a smart idea on his part to leave you almost drunk. But the commission is going to be up his ass for leaving to take care of someone. Someone that he called his friend.

Flying back to his penthouse he saw you sitting by the balcony door. Once you saw him you smiled and he smiled.

“Hawks! Your home! Yay!” You cheered.

“Yeah, I’m back. Now come on, you need to sleep this off.” He picked you up and carried you to the bed. Setting you down and covering you with blankets he said his Goodnight.

“Get your ass back here Mr.Number Two hero!” You yelled.

Hawks looked at you with confusion. He took out his phone and started videoing. This was going to be golden.

The next morning was full of laughter and embarrassment.

To think that he saved you all because of a feather.

A year later you started dating, once a week flowers would be delivered to you with a single red feather and a little love note.

You started making jewelry with the feathers he gave you. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, even a few keychains.

If you were wearing feather jewelry, Keigo would definitely be teasing you all day no matter where you are.

All this started was the day he decided to not be afraid and be himself for once. He found you and once he knew you weren’t leaving he gave you a feather. This all happened because of a feather.

[lgceden]

hello bonjour y’all. it’s tee, aka lgcsookyung’s mun back with a second muse. is it a good idea? probably not, but i was inspired and would have been literally kept awake at night thinking about it if i did nothing about it, so this is me getting it out of my system. eden is slightly based on an old muse i never got to develop, so he is still pretty new to me, so bear with me as i get used to him. i’ll leave some info below and make a proper plot call for event stuff in a bit. feel free to like this or message me here or on sookyungs account if you wanna get something going with this Soft Boy™ ;>  

about || plot page

his parents, heechul and mikyung, were korean immigrants in new zealand, and had been living there for only a year before they had eden

his korean name is chanhee, but it’s only really used by his parents when he’s being scolded and his grandparents

when he was eight, his parents divorced. it was very amicable, and they are still good friends

his father has been happily single ever since, and his mother is now married to a lovely woman named henrietta

he has a nine year old sister named delilah who was adopted by his mothers when he was thirteen

he’s very closed off and secretive when it comes to his family. he’s not ashamed of them at all, but he knows that the situation for lgbt people isn’t great in south korea, and he doesn’t want to bring negative attention to them

in 2017 eden ended up moving to korea with his father to help out with his paternal grandmother, who had fallen ill

thankfully his korean wasn’t too bad due to having to communicate with his grandparents, but it definitely wasn’t (and still isn’t) the best. his parents never really spoke it back in new zealand, wanting to speak english as much as possible to get a good grasp on the language

he also knows ksl. said ill grandmother had always been partially deaf so he learnt it for her

eden is a fashion design student at snu. he loves designing dresses and gowns especially

is more cottagecore meets faerie courtier than the edgy, cool type that people typically think of when they hear “fashion student”

he’s just a flower boy that likes wearing and making pretty things okay. he’s the type to curl his hair and do his makeup - complete with gems around his eyes or glitter on his cheeks - just to go food shopping

joined lgc in july 2019 on a complete whim after being scouted at one of the universities student fashion shows in which he was a model

he had no prior aspirations to being in the entertainment industry (at least as the one in front of cameras) but his mother seemed excited when he told her, so he went for it

he still has his moments of doubts whether he belongs at lgc or not, has a bit of the good old imposter syndrome thinking he doesn’t deserve a place as a trainee when he isn’t exactly passionate about it like so many others

but he feels like quitting would be worse so he keeps at it

plus he’s starting to take to singing, and leaving lgc means leaving behind the good vocal teachers

he’s still unsure of his future path though, as he also enjoys modelling. but he might also try out composing one day, or maybe acting, and find he likes that too

so things are a bit wishy washy in the way of ambitions, and he’s just taking each day as it comes

eden is a bit of a quiet one. if he was one of snow whites dwarves, he would be bashful

it takes a fair bit of love and patience to get him out of his shell, but once you gain his trust you have a friend for life

he definitely makes personalised resin keychains and charms for his close friends

is very ??? about skinship, especially being a foreigner still not used to the korean culture around it

if you flirt with him (or even just show him basic kindness really) be prepared to deal with a flustered eden as he is a proper panicked gay™ even though he’s technically pansexual

i won’t bother writing down potential plots here as i’m posting an actual plot call and can just keep it all together in that post

but like, please give him some friends and love :>

[huangsren]

boyfriend!jaemin ; no one else

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ; 

(idol) jaemin as your boyf because he’s the only one doing it to my soul and it’s true. this is for you, i know you’re in your “i actually love The Na Jaemin” hours

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ; 

ALL FLUFF AND ALL JAEMIN (.. maybe there’s one point of some ‘tension’,,) bc you can never get enough of this boy

na jaemin x (fem)reader

we all know jaemin as this light-hearted, flirtatious pretty boy which is no lie!

but he’s also severely kind and loving

so imagine,, volunteering with him and having your relationship a secret?!

like you guys are out in the kids section of the library and he’s reading a storybook about a prince and his princess to them and when he says, “even if the princess was an ordinary girl, the prince wouldn’t fall for anyone else” and he just keeps eye contact with you

and you try not to make the fact you’re in love with all that he does so obvious so you tease him with, “i’m just ordinary?”

and he replies with a, “you’re everything but” and slips a small peck on your lips before anyone can catch on about the distance and tension between you two

but he has to leave to play a song for the kids and you go to arrange all the books and materials in the room because you’re genuinely here to do good, not just to be mesmerized by your secret famous boyfriend

and while he’s smiling and playing, jaemin can tell that you’re not paying much attention to him so after the song is over, he makes a little paper airplane and ‘accidentally’ sends it your way

annoyed by his intense clinginess in public, you open the paper plane to find a little note scribbled messily that read, “look at me :(”

so you smile and giggle to yourself by how cute he is and how much he needs your attention and when you look over your met with some girl volunteer clearly trying to get at him, 

and you can’t lie, it kind of left you feeling hurt and jealous

which sucks because when you leave and are in the car, you can’t help but think about the way he smiled and helped and laughed with the other girl bc honest to god she looked so pretty and kind and everything you lacked

and you know that jaemin chose you and he’s an idol so of course he’s going to be polite, he’s na jaemin!

but you’re just like any girl and he could leave you for just about anyone else he finds an interest in and you can’t help to stop the loose frown that overcomes your original, bright expression

and jaemin, being all head over heels for you- and yknow, your boyfriend- notices and asks what’s up

and before you can even finish telling him that you’re nowhere near what he deserves, he shushes you and leans your head onto his shoulder and tightens the embrace he has on you, with one arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist

he would kiss your head and brush your hair from time to time before saying, “i love you, and only you. i really am in love with everything that you are and i’m sorry you had any doubts about that love for even a second”

so of course that feeling of not being wanted and not being enough for jaemin is washed away and you snuggle into his neck and fall asleep with his warmth never leaving you the rest of the ride

also, going on dates and hang outs with him PLUS ‘00 line? nothing but the best fun!

sometimes you get to video them for the youtube channel vlogs and you’ve never been the happiest

the way they all give you second hand embarrassment by talking to the camera and doing aegyo or trying to be flirty with the lens,, straight up hiLARIOUS!

but you’re the one that gets to experience it all with them and especially jaemin

the one who gets to be there with them and know which clips were cut out and about how they slip up on camera a lot more than you would guess

plus you get to hear them admitting that it does get hard and that having to be under surveillance 24/7 and all the work is really one of the toughest things about being an idol

and you’re glad. you’re happy they trust you enough to talk, enough to let you see what others can’t really see that clearly, and enough to let you date jaemin despite the downsides of a relationship

and when you all go for boba in the least public part of the store and in low key disguises, you get to hold jaemin’s hand and call him your love

to which jeno, renjun, and haechan roll their eyes to and become over-dramatic, renjun acting like he just choked on a tapioca pearl because it’s too much pda

but this is it. this is one of the only times you get to be with jaemin and even though you want to be a little more on the down low about it,

jaemin will have none of that and go all out to show his love for you in front of the boys, because, when else will he have the chance to show you off?

so him and his bare face (which you’re actually in love with) drag you to flower shops, food stalls, cute plushie stores, and present you with countless (low-key) couple shirts, cases, keychains, and bracelets

it’s all his money being spent which you feel bad for so you tell him that you’ll pay for the next one, but he always stops you because he says he likes the thought of buying you something that reminds you of him since you guys can’t always be together the way he wants

there’s also times when jeno and hyuck use you to prank jaemin and get him all stirred up, which you agree to because it’s not like you hate the way he gets worked up over you

so when you guys are in prank mode, you’ll only pay attention and laugh with hyuck and/or jeno with jaemin right beside you

maybe even playfully push jeno’s arm or give haechan a high-five that turns into holding hands for a second before letting go to seem like it’s not much

but everyone can tell that jaemin can’t stand it because his once smiling face and loving eyes are now glaring at haechan and shooting daggers at jeno constantly, not even trying to hide it

and so he pulls you impossibly closer into his side and plays with your hands on the table in front of the two just so they know

and you’re still trying to play the prank, acting like you’re unfazed and like it’s nothing,

but you can feel the heat rising to your ears as he places his head into the side of your neck, trying to look over at the phone in your hand and you turn his direction to tell him to stop being so nosy

and now you’re extremely close, his head just a little lower than yours, your eyes wide and suddenly the weight of his arms are more evident than before with him flicking his eyes up from your lips to your own

and you take in that handsome face of his right before you think of doing something sasaengs would kill you for

until you hear a groan from jeno and a fake barfing noise from renjun

which prompts you to turn your head away from that captivating lover that is your boyfriend and cough it off

but in the side of your eye you catch jaemin with a smirk, still looking at you

and when he sees that you’re eyeing him he winks and smooches the air before looking at the boys and arguing with them because they’re always ruining his moment

besides with the boys, you and jaemin have gone out together alone too (but a manager is always hiding in the bushes somewhere,,)

and you guys share airpods, sharing each other’s current favorite songs and take walks in your neighborhood park since it’s a bit smaller and empty than most

and on your walks it isn’t unusual to have some elderly women compliment you on getting such a good looking boyfriend and swooning over him because he seems like such a “kind young man, i think i saw you on my granddaughters phone ?!”

they all pat his face and tell him that “if she’s a good one, you better not be using your good looks for bad reasons” which he assures them he isn’t and gives them that warm smile of his

and on the occasional days you’re allowed to watch them practice you find your eyes on jaemin and jaemin only, thinking to yourself how it’s possible to be so enchanted by him, how is it that he is the only one that can make you feel the way you do

after the practice is over he goes straight to you who’s sitting patiently on the couch and you have to nag at him yet again for not drinking water first 

but in the times you think about your relationship with jaemin, you’re awfully thankful that you have perfection, and perfection is him

not literally perfection because the fact you two have to be secret and there are so many things that keep you from truly living out your love sort of ruin what you really want, but it’s all worth it when you feel your hand in his

and when you see those good morning and good night texts, and get to feel the best hugs in the world, and most of all, that tired yet satisfied face he has when he comes to you in the dressing room after a big show or practice

because you know it’s one of the expressions that only you get to see and only jaemin can have because there’s no one else like him

only one na jaemin, and he’s yours

and you would keep it a secret, even keep it only between you two- you would do anything if it meant this happiness and love you felt for each other would never go away

a / n : i just KNOW that na jaemin has the ability to love and adore someone like no one else can when he’s in love (i feel it in my bOnes,,)  and this probably isn’t a quarter of what him in love would look like but it’s something

[animexalchemist]

Over-Analysing Chikai

Hi there kids! I’m Alchemist and I’m descending further and further into madness the closer KHIII comes. I don’t know if anyone has spent far too much time thinking about Chikai, the Japanese version of ‘Don’t Think Twice’, but I need somewhere to dump my obsessive thoughts.

So buckle up, kids, let’s do some English Lit analysis whoooo~

So Passion/Sanctuary was about Sora and Riku's relationship.

Nomura: We decided to have it played at the last scene, so for me the theme was "Sora and Riku's reunion." I wrote stuff like "An image of a reunion, a happy moment in a way" and "Like a Hikari 2" in there.

Now what if Chikai, (chikai means ‘oath’) is a continuation of this song and talking about how their relationship is now? Certainly it has changed, and Normura even stated in an interview with IGN:

"[Kingdom Hearts is] not too realistic, but I do want my players to grasp a sense of reality from it as well. For example, I'm sure you had friends when you were young, a good group of friends, but as you grow older things change and it doesn't always stay the same. I think all I can say is please play to the very end and see what happens. But I think [Kingdom Hearts 3] does depict how each character feels about each other in this new storyline."

I mean this quotation alone has so much SoRiku potential and I’m trying not to get my hopes up but OH MY GOD WHAT IF--

Ahem. Let us look at the lyrics for Chikai (translated, of course):

I never cared about stuff like destiny, but This time, I'm forced to acknowledge it

Are you really okay with someone like me? Really, really? I don't want to let you get your hopes up about me

The weather today is just right for An eternal oath, free of lies Don't need pretty flowers don't need a witness Let's just wear rings of the same colour

So frustrated, what else can I do I want to sleep clinging on so tight to you that it's uncool, every day

No more promises Those are just for pleasing people

What I'm saying now isn't some second hand opinion It's not even a promise, it's an oath I can't go back to my old liar self Let's have our rings be the colour of the sunrise

Let's press our thundering hearts together and dance Let's celebrate the fact that we are alive here and now Sometimes there's no real deep meaning to the tears I can't hold back I just suddenly remember the old days (ah I want to cry) the light shining through the opened door I want to be by your side forever more It hasn't even been a choice for quite some time

The weather today is just right for An eternal oath, never been seen before Don't need pretty flowers don't need a witness Let's have our rings be the same colour

Kiss me once, kiss me twice Once isn't enough

Kiss me once, kiss me twice Give yourself to me 

Kiss me once, kiss me twice Kiss me three times Please 

Kiss me once, kiss me twice Give yourself to me 

Let's listen to the sound of the sunrise with our shoulders touching Let's make an oath to share our lives together

OKAY THEN.

These lyrics. These god damn lyrics, basically describing a wedding. My heart can’t handle this agh! So let’s take a closer look!

Now it's called 'Oath', and Kairi's keyblade for Sora is 'Oathkeeper', so is this perhaps a SoKai song? Or a song describing Sora and Kairi’s relationship? NOT IF YOU GO SHERLOCK ON THE LYRICS! The title alone may suggest it, but then we must investigate the lyrical content, naturally.

"Are you really okay with someone like me?"

This line suggests that maybe this is from Riku's point of view, because he has such a complex and guilt about going off the god damn rails in KHI, and doesn't think he deserves his friends/relationships and everything he has done since then is to atone.

Other lines that make me thinks this is from Riku's POV:

"I want to sleep clinging on so tight to you that it's uncool"

Riku is more likely to phrase it that way. Sora and Kairi would probably be more romantic about it, rather than claiming it's 'uncool' and self-depricatingly suggesting their feelings are lame.

"I can't go back to my old liar self"

Again, Sora and Kairi haven't really lied in the series, which makes me think the song isn't about Sora's feelings or Kairi's feelings. So if it's about Riku's feelings, and based on everything we've seen in the games, this is basically a love confession to Sora, and is like a continuation of the love and security sung about in Passion/Sanctuary.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!!

"the light shining through the opened door"

At the end of KHI, Riku was on the opposite side of the door to Sora (Sora on the side of light, Riku and Mickey on the side of darkness). The two of them are both placed to see 'light shining through the door' (Kairi showed up after the door closed)

“Let's listen to the sound of the sunrise with our shoulders touching. Let's make an oath to share our lives together”

We know that when Riku and Sora sat on the beach as kids, they were often so close that their shoulders were touching. Plus the mention of sunrise might be significant. We all know Riku walks “the road to dawn” and immediately following dawn is sunrise, suggesting that he has reached the end of the road and completed/fulfilled his journey by making this promise to share his life with Sora.

"An eternal oath, never been seen before"

Now THIS bad boy of a line may be very cheeky or maybe I've just gone crazy with my analysis, but let's link this back to the title as well. 'Oath'. One thinks of Kairi, as I said earlier, but Riku's keyblade for Sora is 'Oblivion'. Oblivion, obviously, is darkness, something forgotten, or, like the line says, 'never seen before' or perhaps 'not remembered before now'. The design for Oblivion is fascinating, but the keychain is of particular interest. It's the crown symbol that Sora wears around his neck in every game. WHY WOULD THAT BE? Why would Oblivion have that symbol? As far as we know, Riku didn't give him that necklace and Riku has no relevance to the one thing that Sora always wears... OR DID HE?!

What if Riku did make an oath, an oath to be by Sora's side and always protect him, "his most precious person" (actual shit Riku has said) but this 'oath' was forgotten? Not only was it broken in KHI where Riku actively harmed Sora, but it could have been completely forgotten certainly by Sora in Chain, where Naminé rearranged some shit and buried Riku's oath in a dark space of his heart, into 'oblivion', while she was busy tampering with Sora's memories. When was Riku's oath made? When did he give Sora the necklace? Likely during the star shower they saw when they were children, that one scene that features in most of the games of the little baby Sora and Riku sat on the beach watching the shooting stars.

The fact that Sora's new keyblade in KHIII is called 'Shooting Star' I think is highly relevant, and I'm sure that something significant happened on that night.

This above theory was masterminded by @blowingoffsteam2, and I highly recommend giving them a read here and here as they go into far better detail and explain everything beautifully.

oh also the fact that the trailer has Riku protecting Sora while Utada sings 'Kiss me once, kiss me twice' in the bloody background

In conclusion: I am slowly descending into madness and will likely die the minute I open up KHIII. Thank you for reading, kids!

[forever-rogue]

I See Right Through You - Part VI (Finale)

Summary: Y/N’s a DC upshot, who has a lot of opinions and isn’t afraid of speaking her mind. That’s exactly what got her in trouble in the first place. That’s exactly what led to Frank Castle entering her life as her bodyguard. It’s a love-hate thing…but it’s just business, right?

A/N: Thanks for all your support on this series, fam! This is going to be the last part, since this is meant to be a short story. I hope you all enjoy! Taglists and Requests are open! xx

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Language

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

MASTERLIST

Y/N held the camera up to her eyes as she tried to capture a few more shots of the fields of flowers in the dying light of the day. She had been at it for hours, but for some reason, she was unsatisfied with the photos she had taken today. Something felt off, and she just was not getting the money shot she had been lusting after.

She clicked the shutter a few more times, before sighing and and taking the lens off of the camera body and putting them into bag sitting at her feet. She figured it as no use to keep trying today, she’d just have to come back another day and hope it turned out better.

Y/N stifled a yawn and stretched, feeling the stiffness in her arms and legs from remaining still for so long. She paused when she thought she heard some movement behind her and whipped around, trying to locate the source of the noise. She frowned to herself when she saw nothing, but decided to chalk it up to behind the wind. Bending over, she picked up her gear and started walking home, hoping it wouldn’t be too dark to walk.

It had taken her less time than normal to get home, being as she had walked about twice as fast, the feeling that someone was watching or following her didn’t leave her. She had kept her eyes peeled, but she never saw anyone or anything out of place, figuring she was probably just tired or her mind was playing tricks on her.

Her life for the last nine months had been peaceful and quiet and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Y/N had moved to a small town in the upper part of New York, renting a small but charming house. She had adopted a quiet life, slowly being a part of the community and working as a freelance photographer. It wasn’t perfect by any means, her dreams were still often clouded with the dark memories that had been a part of her life back in DC, but she had grown to like her new life.

Pausing at her front door, she pulled out her keys and fumbled around for the one for the front, cursing herself for having so many keychains. After a few moments she finally got the key untangled and stuck it into the lock when her heart stopped at the sound of her whispered name.

“Y/N,” the familiar voice sent a chill down her spine, as she stiffened her shoulders and debated if she should even turn around or just head inside and slam the door shut.

“Frank,” she sighed in response as she turned on her heel and came face to face with the man she had run away from all those months ago, “I should have known it was you following me earlier.”

“You knew, huh?” he raised his eyebrows and gave her a cocky grin. She wanted to punch him in the face already, but decided it probably wasn’t a good idea.

“I knew it wasn’t just the wind earlier,” she sighed as she headed into the house and flipped on the hall light, “I supposed I should have expected you sooner or later. You look like shit, by the way.”

“Thanks. It’s nice to see you too,” he chuckled as she beckoned for him to follow her. He wiped his shoes on the mat before stepping inside and interestedly looking at everything, “nice place.”

“I liked it too. It’s not much, but it’s home,” she set down her bag on the side table and headed into the kitchen, “to what do I owe the pleasure of your sudden intrusion back into my life?”

“I’m glad to see you’re so happy to see me,” he rolled his eyes at her as he took a seat at the small bar in the kitchen. She shrugged her shoulders at him as she opened the fridge and pulled out two beers, uncapping them before sliding one over to Frank and taking a long drink from hers.

“Well?” she asked as she leaned against the counter and looked at him expectantly. It appeared he hadn’t changed his ways much over the time she had been gone. His face was bruised and puffy, clear signs that he had been in an altercation not too long before. Clearly he was still moonlighting as the Punisher.

“Can’t a friend just check on another friend?” he asked innocently.

“A friend, yes. You, no. We’re not exactly what I’d call friends.”

“Fine, yeah okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” he admitted reluctantly as he leaned back in his chair and as she stared at him.

“So...you stalked me, in order to make sure I was okay?” she frowned at him as she grew annoyed. Why was that even now he managed to find ways to get under skin, “you could have just called, ya know? Not tracked me down hundreds of miles away.”

“I had to see for myself. Besides, how was I supposed to know you wouldn’t be lying to me, huh? We didn’t exactly part on good terms,” he was starting to get annoyed with her. Why did she just have to go and make everything so dramatic? She had always had to give him a fight over something.

“Because I have no reason to lie, Frank,” she sighed as she downed the last of beer and slammed the bottle on the counter, “I’m here doing just fine, okay? Nothing has happened, just like I said. I told you I was right along. But no, I was the one over reacting, right? I see nothing has changed for you though, that’s fantastic.”

“Really, you’re going to be like this right now?” Frank laughed to himself in disbelief. Some things never change, he thought to himself.

“I am, yeah. I’ve been busy trying to make a better life for myself, and then you think you can just come back and barge right in like nothing ever happened?” she started to walk away but turned back before exiting the kitchen completely, “why don’t we talk about the fact that nothing’s changed for you? I thought you were going on the straight path and keeping to yourself, but I see that meant nothing to you. You just can’t stay away from the violence, from the fight, right? I don’t want this back in my life, Frank.”

“Y/N, do you really that’s all I do?” he asked as he shook his head at her.

“I don’t know and to be honest, I don’t really care. See yourself out,” she sighed and gave him a wave of her hand as she started heading upstairs to her bedroom.

It was silent for a few moments before Y/N could hear the scrape of a chair and footsteps thumping up the stairs. She rolled her eyes to herself before sitting down on her bed and waiting for him to storm in and confront her. She knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t just going to let anything go.

“You’re just as stubborn and big mouthed as ever, I see,” he frowned at her as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned against the doorway, “will you ever accept that some people do care about you and want to see you safe?”

“I can and do accept that fact,” Y/N glared at him, “when are you going to accept the same thing? I get what you’re trying to do, I do, really. You’ve been through more than anyone deserves, but sometimes you have to know when to end the fight. Not everything needs intervention by you. Things will work out, whether the Punisher is there or not. You’re basically working on borrowed time, Frank. People will realize it’s still you and they will come after you again. You’ve gotten off basically a free man, but here you are again, a ticking time bomb living a wake of destruction behind you.”

“You really think I can’t take care of myself? That I’d be so reckless that I’d get caught?” he sneered at her, a mixture of annoyed that she thought she needed to protect him and concern that she thought he needed protection. He’d been alone so long, he had a hard time letting anyone and Y/N had been a rare exception.

“I didn’t say that. And I do think you can take care of yourself, but I also think you need to let other people help you too. You don’t have to go through everything on your own. I’ve told you that before, but you wouldn’t listen,” she told up and walked over to him, squaring up directly in front of him, “and here we are.”

“Y/N, it’s not that simple,” he sighed as he met her worried eyes.

“But it can be,” she insisted as she gently touched his bruised cheek, “just walk away, Frank. You’ve done so much, you’ve earned your rest. Come and join me here.”

“I wish I could just do that,” he nodded in agreement, as he touched her hand and held it gently in hers, “but it’s not that easy for me. I have...loose ends to tie up...unfinished business.”

“You’re just never going to stop, are you?’ she sighed heavily as she pulled away from him, trying to fight the familiar sting she felt in her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders at him before stepping back and flopping onto her bed, “go on then, and do what you need to. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Y/N, I-”

“But just stay with me tonight, please? We can pretend that things are the way they’re supposed to be, at least for a little while,” she pleaded with him as she gestured for him to come over to her. It amazed and frustrated her that even after all this time she still cared so much for him and those feelings had never really gone away.

“Okay,” his response was barely above a whisper as he walked over to her. He held his hand out to her and she eagerly accepted it, as he pulled her upright and into his arms. He held onto her tightly as he kissed the top of her head and she inhaled his familiar warm and musky smell.

She knew this probably wasn’t the best idea, but she couldn’t help herself. After all, one night couldn’t hurt anything. She pulled back from him and planted her lips on his, savoring that sweet taste that lingered there. He wasted no time in responding, his hands sliding down to her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few moments he pulled away from her and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly as she but her lip but nodded in response. He reached up and held her face gently in his hands and studied her face for a moment. Even he couldn’t deny the effect she had on him, “okay.”

“Okay,” she agreed.

Y/N hummed to herself as she planted to herself as she carried on planting the dozens of new flowers and plants she had bought. She never exactly had a green thumb, but she decided she wanted to try and take care of a small garden. It just made her backyard look that much more homey and cheery.

She had been living there for almost two years now, and finally decided to it was time to spruce up the place a little bit. She heard the gate to the backyard creak open, and wiped her hands on her pants, expecting it to be one of her neighbors stopping by to say hello. One of the benefits of living in a small and close community was getting to know the neighbors, and she had lucked out in having kind ones.

The sight that met her eyes was rather unexpected. She gasped in response and her hands flew to her face, covering her mouth in surprise.

There stood Frank Castle, bags in his hand, watching her expectantly. He looked the same and yet so different from when she had last seen him almost a year ago. His face wasn’t bruised or beaten, and he had lost some of the bulky muscle. His hair was longer and stubble covered his face.

“Well, as I live and breathe, it’s Frank Castle,” she grinned at him as she put her hands on her hips, “looking like a hipster.”

“Fuck hipsters,” he chuckled as he dropped his bags to the ground and walked over to her.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?’ she asked, although she a pretty good idea.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he smirked at her, “thought I’d come by and check out the place. It looks like you might need someone to help around the house and, ugh, keep an eye on things.”

“Yeah, definitely. Good timing too, I just put up that ad for a roommate, but I guess I can take that down now,” she joked as she reached up and touched his stubbled cheek.

“Things have been pretty calm and boring lately,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “but maybe this is the life I’ve been waiting for.”

“It took you long enough,” she rolled her eyes before pulling him into a kiss without a moment of hesitation.

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11.18.2017 ~ I am my Own Self, Hear me (expl)ROAR!

           To start with: I have changed my writing location. Previously, all of my blogs were written from the comfort and warmth of my bed, where I could unabashedly take my time lopping words into paragraphs to update the people back home. Today, on the eighteenth of November, in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Seventeen, I have chosen to write from within the aromatic and hazy haven of Yogurt Barn. Nothing short of my personal favorite location within the city, this little yogurt shop/café has been the subject of some of my absolute cutest and most “aesthetic” photos I’ve taken so far. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like it doesn’t deserve to be appreciated, but I know many of you are thinking: “come on Marissa, you couldn’t find a better place to religiously spend your money?” The answer is no, I couldn’t—I pick favorites and I hold onto them tight for fear of, well, who knows actually.

             Anyway, you guys probably want to get to the part where I tell you what I’ve been up to since my last post three and a half weeks ago! I am so sorry for being gone so long but when you hear what I’ve been up to, maybe you can forgive me? First thing to note, now that I’m finally telling you about the things I’ve been up to, is that I’m not trying too hard to go in chronological order because, honestly, when I get home I’ll just be spouting information and stories, rather than walking you through my itinerary.

           Okay, lets jump in: I got a new tattoo and a haircut within the same two-week window and I am loving this pseudo-reinvention of myself while being abroad. The tattoo is a beautiful daisy and accompanying sprig of leaves on my inner right arm. The haircut is a straight bob with an undercut (where they shave the underside of your hair, while leaving the top layers like normal). I’ll admit: I feel kind of like a badass with this look, which I need for a bit of moral pep during the last few weeks before heading home. The tattoo parlor I went to is the oldest within the city and the gentlemen there were very nice and were able to set up an appointment within the same week that I went in for a consultation. The cost was the price of expertise and materials and a beautiful tattoo, so I’d say it was worth it.

           {Here’s my two cents, for all those that don’t quite understand or agree with the choice to get tattoos: my tattoos are mementos, reminders. My favorite part of this city is the constant display and arrangement of flowers that add color and life to city. Yes, there are colorful people and colorful buildings, but the connection with nature will never go underappreciated within my own mind. I have photos of these flowers and the scenes that made me smile but the mentality of having living things, or a tattoo of a living thing, on my body makes me much happier because I am a part of those things that live and grow and die and return after their death. Also: my body is mine and I am the only one who has a say in what happens to it. The end.}

           Moving on! My haircut was quite the adventure because I got it done for free during student exam/lessons for Toni&Guy salon, which is actually right across the square from my beloved Yogurt Barn. The whole experience took about two hours, in which the teacher gave quite the sass-attack to some of the students, and I realized the girl cutting my hair was really good, but so anxious about creating an irreversible mistake on my hair. I reassured her that hair grows and honestly, just do what you’re comfortable with—and that kind of bit me back in the long run because, to be honest dear reader, I was not entirely pleased with my haircut when I walked about of the salon. They gave me a center part and the undercut was a triangle, rather than a flat shave like I wanted, but fear not! I have grown to love it, and I can part it however I want, obviously. My wise and clearly-much-smarter-than-I friend, Kelly, called me out and told me to stop being a wuss and just tell people what I want when I go into a service industry. She’s totally right. I am a wuss. I don’t like to inconvenience people or to cause unnecessary stress if I don’t have to: it’s much easier to stay quiet and remember that, in this case, hair grows.

           Also, fun fact, The Netherlands isn’t as huge into Halloween as America is (we tend to be excessive about everything) but our neighborhood is full of expats and so we attended the cutest little coordinated trick-or-treat festivities all day and collected a non-chocolate centered candy haul after running around after a little blue dinosaur (Emilio’s costume), and I was busy being an obnoxious adult who cared too much about Halloween as I dressed up like Harry Potter.

           On to the next adventure! For three blissful days, my friend from home came to visit and we tore up Amsterdam and had the most fun I’ve had in years. A three hour walking tour lead by a naturally sociable guide led to an amusing and educational tour of the inner city of Amsterdam, including the Red Light District and some of the canals­­—and a café/bar with a cat! (my friend and I love cats, so this was a potential highlight on the “unexpected” list). After our tour we toured the Van Gogh Museum and I fell in love with an artist that I had already adored from afar back in my Art History classes at St. Mary’s. Along with the wonderful artwork, we also discovered that audio tours within museums are completely worth the extra charge if you want to feel more immersed within the works, or if you’re like us, and have someone who’s not entirely sure they’re interested in the artworks that they’re about to spend over an hour looking at. We used audio tours for all of the following museums we went to, including the Rijksmuseum, Anne Frank House, Rembrandt Studio, and Escher in the Palace (we went to a lot of museums, and thank god my friend actually enjoyed some of it, because they’re not really an art person like I am). While they visited, we stayed at an AirBnB and I can confirm that this is my preferred method of staying anywhere now. The comfort of a home with the amenities of a hotel all in one—I’ve started investigating long term stays for my trip to Ireland, but more on that later! Last couple of adventures in Amsterdam included a trip to the Zoo (mainly to see the Red Pandas), a great dinner out at a place called Haesje Claes, and the some time spent wandering around The Hague after two days of running ourselves up a wall to get all our planned activities done. A wonderful weekend with some great photos to commemorate the trip will be surely discussed when I return.

           The following weekend, the family and I traveled to Zaandam and went to the clog factory there, which is situated in the cutest little town that has been preserved from it’s factory days into picturesque quaint charm, surrounded by windmills and colored homes, and small shops. Although it rained for most of the time we were there, the atmosphere of the town was something I had been craving during my trip abroad, and something I plan to seek out again before I leave. I did not buy myself a pair of clogs—my mother’s rational voice of “when will you ever actually wear these” was constantly running through my head—but, I did buy a miniature pair that are more like keychain or display style because I loved the level of detail in the carving. The whole town was situated on a series of small canals and beyond the section where the “clog town” sat, lay fields and the actual world beyond. Only turning around to head home did we once again return to the city-scape and the more stereotypical Netherlands style homes.

           On to the final notes, which may come as a relief after reading two pages of single spaced story telling. I visited one of the oldest churchs in The Hague and it was absolutely stunning, as to be expected. I will never cease to seek out these beautiful creations that are testaments to the amazing works that can be created by man to worship amazing works done by God/Jesus. Honestly, I should be making an effort to explore more religious temples and grounds, but I’m not quite that comfortable yet with the invasion of other religions I don’t understand or know enough about. If you were curious, the church I visited is called “St. James the Church in The Hague,” and it was amazing to see how even within this church the details were naturally oriented, with vines and trees in the tile work and the general beauty of the rest of the art within.

             So, what’s next? This weekend I am touring the Peace Palace, and tomorrow, Sunday, I will be venturing out to some town to take photos of windmills—I haven’t quite planned that far ahead yet and therefor I can’t actually name anywhere yet. Next weekend, we have taken on the momentous task of hosting Thanksgiving (even though, in full European fashion, I am already skipping forward to Christmas), and then the final weekend I am here, I will be packing, prepping, and pretending I’m not about to be going home. That’s right folks, this Monday marks the two-week countdown for when I return home! The boring part of this means that I start working (hopefully) no later than December eleventh, but this also means I have so much fun to share very very soon with everyone and I cannot wait to tell you guys all about it!

 <3 M

 11.18.2017

[melforbes]

Austerity

April 23rd, 2000, 7:00pm

Before Scully opened her front door, he puffed up the flowers - a last-minute purchase, the about-to-close-up clerk at the convenience store cursing him out while Mulder had tried to remember her favorite color - in front of his chest, put on his best I’m an ass face. Recently - or, rather, since they’d started seeing each other, maybe even before then - he’d realized that he had many of those types of faces. 

When she opened the door, she stood with her brow furrowed in annoyance - after all, no one else would come by unannounced this late on a Sunday evening - and with her pajamas already on, this pair some kind of dejected pink flannel that the season didn’t require. He could hear her little air conditioning unit, the one that dimmed the lights every half-hour, sputtering on in the living room though they day had been temperate. With her makeup off, her hair beginning to tire, and her big blue eyes full of contempt, he labelled her a hazard and prayed - shit, not the day for that - for redemption. 

“Hi,” he said feebly.

“I expected you to show this morning.”

Retreating into the apartment - possibly inviting him in, though he wasn’t so sure of that - she leaned against a kitchen cabinet, her back partially to him. On the table were two little wicker baskets, each old and vaguely Longaberger and filled with saran-wrapped cookies and little foiled chocolates. On the couch, a bunched-up blanket lay, and based on the slight humming in the air, he could tell that the television had been on before he’d arrived.

“I’m an ass,” he managed from the doorway.

Humorlessly, she huffed a laugh, and as he stepped toward her, he shivered, the air conditioning making the place too cold, the night beyond her windows casting them both in uncomfortable darkness. He clicked the door shut behind himself, then stilled for a moment, took in his surroundings; if she wouldn’t budge, then he would, so he stepped into the kitchen, opened a cabinet he knew held a vase. After filling the blown glass with water, he pulled away the plastic wrapping on the bouquet, stuck the flowers inside.

“You’re supposed to trim the ends before you put them in water,” she gave softly, and as he looked to her, he saw beyond the anger, past the quiet grief, and found in her eyes a girlish look of hurt, like he’d kicked her on the playground, like he’d taken her favorite doll and had torn its head off with his bare hands. The thought of having power over someone else still made his hands shake, and while he watched her take a deep breath and sigh it out to herself, he wondered about her thesis, about time travel, about going as far back as he could and rearranging their time together. First, he would’ve kissed her sooner, and second, he would’ve kept his word.

“They’re pre-trimmed,” he said even though he didn’t know if they were.

“Alright,” she digressed, leaning her back against the counter and crossing her arms. 

Under her gaze, he stood stock-still, his movements and expressions feeling overanalyzed, and though he could sense that she wanted him to speak, he didn’t know what to say that could mend things, make up for how he’d told her he would be here at seven but neglected to mention that he’d meant the evening, not the morning, or so that was his excuse now that he was stuck in her apartment with two Easter baskets on the table, each one put together by meticulous Catholic hands, both looking heirloom in quality. She’d invited him to church, to her fucking church, and he’d said yes despite himself, despite the nagging thought at the back of his mind that he didn’t do Jesus, despite how he knew he’d need to learn how to use an iron before that Sunday. After mass, they were supposed to go back to her mother’s - Bill and Charlie were in town, and Maggie had bought little plastic eggs to hide for the kids - and have mimosas and whatever sugary treat Scully had given up for lent this year. While he’d intended to have Easter dinner with them, he’d had General Tso’s while he sat on his couch instead. 

I’m an ass, he thought to himself as he looked at the decrepit flowers and the baskets surrounding them.

“Why did you come over, Mulder?” she asked, her tone hurt. “I got your message. I’m not sure you need to deliver it in-person.”

My message, he thought. That I’m incapable of any kind of commitment. That your brothers are only going to hate me more over the years. That you're worth more than anything I can offer. That I’m broken and bruised and irreparable, as though I was ever good to begin with. That, ten years down the line, all you’re going to feel for me is nuptial contempt.

Taking a deep breath, he tried, “I came over to apologize.”

At that, she kept her gaze down, sucked in her lips, nodded to herself in agreement with whatever some voice in her head had just blurted. Something about leaving him, he figured. Tonight, he couldn’t hold that against her, found that he even agreed.

She looked up, met his gaze with a wronged woman’s fervor, said, “Then apologize.”

“I’m sorry.”

She huffed a sigh, pointed, said, “You’re an ass, and the door’s over there.”

“Scully-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses because I know none of them will come anywhere near being understandable, and I don’t want to have a long talk about how you...you give me keychains instead, or wherever that could go,” she insisted, and he couldn’t tell if he was shivering from the coldness of the room or from how tears sprung to her eyes. “I asked you to come knowing that it was a big ask and that, if you wanted to say no, you would, but it was just Easter, Mulder! I know it was a big step, but it wasn’t that big of a step! And you told me you would come. You promised, and my mother made sure to set a place for you at our table tonight, and my brothers expected you to be there. You were supposed to be there.”

“Scully, I-”

“My mother even got Melissa’s Easter basket out for you,” she said as though the statement were a threat. “My mom has one for everyone, Mulder, even for the kids and my sisters-in-law, and because she couldn’t scrape a new one together in time for you, she gave you my sister’s. It’s tradition, Mulder, and it matters to me. And you couldn’t even be bothered to show up.”

I deserve this, he thought, and he did. He’d promised but had stayed home anyway. He’d told her he would be there at seven. He’d told her he would press his shirt. He’d told her he would show up. 

“I just...” she trailed off, then let a tear slip uncomfortably. “I thought this was worth more to you than what it actually is. And i feel stupid for being wrong.”

“This?” He motioned between them, avoiding the baskets and flowers. “This? Scully, I-”

“Don’t say it,” she insisted with annoyance.

“This means...it means everything to me.”

“Then prove it,” she threatened. “Do something about it. Stop leaving me hanging.”

“I...can.”

“You didn’t today. You had a perfectly good opportunity, but you didn’t take it.” 

“You’re right,” he forced. “I didn’t take it. I was a coward, and I screwed up, and I’m sorry.”

Dejectedly, she huffed a breath. He was beginning to hate that little quirk.

“And I’m bound to do it again!” he continued. “You know me, Scully. Next week, I’ll do something like this again, and the week after that, and the week after that, and you’re going to hate me. You’re going to hate my guts, and it’ll be justified because I’m the kind of person who can’t handle church and family and holidays. And I’m trying, Scully, I’m really trying, but-”

“Staying home instead isn’t trying,” she said evenly, dully. “That’s giving up. If you want to give up, then at least have the dignity to tell me.”

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his racing heart, searched desperately for the words that would make this right but found none. 

Looking up and meeting his gaze, she said flatly, “I think it would be best if you left.”

Yeah, he agreed, so he nodded to her, slowly peeled himself from the apartment, ran his gaze over every element within here. The rice-paper lamps, the couch that hadn’t been comfortable to sleep on a few years ago when he’d stayed over, the door to her polite little sanctuary of a bedroom, the little shakes of a running fridge. Though they could fight until morning, he knew that, sometimes, he could never do right by his mistakes, that it would take her weeks to trust him again, that, if this was the final straw for her, he would need to understand. Five months without commitment meant something, and though his mind nagged but you’ve been committed to her since the start, he was unable to find a recent example of that beyond taking her to happy hour two Thursdays ago and watching shitty sci-fi movies with her in his apartment. If a Mulder of his past were to see him now, even that sorry asshole would ask man, what the fuck is your problem?

Though he thought about kissing her forehead, about an I love you whispered as he shut the door behind himself, he was silent as he opened the door, as he went to take his leave.

“Take the basket,” she insisted from the kitchen. “I’m sick of looking at it.”

So he left the door ajar, came back under her gaze as he picked up the handwoven and aging heirloom with ulder taped over the engraved elissa on the basket’s front, and while he carried the basket to the door, he glanced back to her, watched her paw at her wet eyes with disdain.

When he finally came outside, the night comfortably cool, his car parked a few feet away, he felt his shoe stick in something, then looked down to see a defenestrated pile of yellow Gerbera daisies littering his path, their stems untrimmed. Taking a deep breath, he stood still, his gaze stuck on the way gusts of wind blew dead petals across the concrete sidewalk, the darkened scene reminding him of overgrown gravestones where people had left a pile of unkempt flowers a few days beforehand out of obligation. 

I deserve that, he thought, then headed to his car.

[lunaehymn]

a wishlist of plots !!

ideas for just about  every character… i just rlly love chara development —— let me live.

noctis—

book interactions !!

secrets being shared

‘these are my friends, they’re lame but great.’

luna including loose pages of notes she wanted to write to him while the book was with him.

kid interactions

luna takING HIM TO THE FIELDS OF SYLLEBLOSSOMS.

her with him during his healing sessions.

teaching each other how to do dumb ( cool ) things?? flower crowns, simple knots, origami, card houses??

nyx—

this post :’)))

shopping shOPPING PLS LET HER BRING HIM SHOPPING.

‘i’ll be married soon, so i’d like to know something about masculine attire’

‘boots with a slight platform are not the same as heels.’

‘spin around, please— 360 view.’

this post too tbh ??? it’s somewhat part of my big au verse with luna surviving and all that good  j a z  z.

ravus—

boi h owdy

their mother’s passing. give me them grieving.

HONESTLY JUST ANYTHING

GIVE ME !!!! FLEURET INTERACTIONS !!!!

crowe—

I WILL MAKE A VERSE ON THIS BLOG WHERE CROWE PICKS HER UP OK. 

THE TWO GETTING DISGUISES

cute coffee dates for in between the chaos.

late night chats.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

‘have you ever been in love?’

‘no.’

‘why do you feel the need to lie to me?’

S AYING GOOD BYE GONNa HURT ME OKAYYYYYY

libertus—

ok but…. what if she let him take her to altissia.

new bodyguARD AND HE DOES GREAT O K

‘you’ll have to forgive me, princess. can’t say i’ve ever attended such a fancy meeting.’

‘you’re doing perfectly fine, for it being your first, sir ostium’

n y x  and  c r o w e  talk.

‘. .do you think it was quick?’

‘well. . he definitely didn’t go out without a fight.’

‘what was she like?’

‘indescribable. . and she deserved so much better.’

LIBERTUS !!!!!!!! MOURNING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

for crowe ( with luna’s support )

for nyx ( with luna’s support )

for luna ( by himself )

let my son be happy, ,,

prompto—

this video is all i have to offer. 

hey hey hey that au where luna LIVES happily married and GLAIVE PROMPTO TELLING HER STORIES OF THEIR ADVENTURES !!!!

luna knowing that prompto loves photography, and she asks him about his work.

prom showing up the next day with all his photo albums and telling her the context and story behind each photo.

AU WHERE LUNA JOINS THE BOYS AND PROM SHOWS HER HOW TO S H O O T !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want lunafreya to fucking kiss prompto’s barcode, i fuckin stan luna accepting and loving prompto unconditionally.

remember when prompto catches noct on that nif-ship??? yeah??? get him to fly off and save luna too.

gladiolus—

teach her how to fight, oml

TEACH HER !! THE WAY OF CUP NOODLES !!!!!

:)))))))) angst

‘your father was a wonderful man.’

‘mhm.. he sure was.’

‘he spoke very highly of you and iris both.’

‘mm…’

‘the eve of the signing, he told me he was looking forward to spending more time with you two. that he was proud to see you’d gotten so far with him so busy.’

‘…’

‘he loved you both.’

‘yeah.’

ignis—

TEACH HER TO DRIVE HOLY HE CK.

‘here’s a list of the only things noctis will eat.’

them??? planning thE WEDDING TOGETHER PL S.

‘i believe this course featuring this wine will complement it all nicely.’

‘will noctis like it?’

‘when has noctis liked anything having to do with fruit?’

‘..cake.’

‘he claims they’re ‘two different things’.’

they share tricks for healing / fixing up their friends !!

iris— 

MMMMMM OK.

i have a rlly angsty idea that i won’t post here…. but if u want it…. i got it..

TEACH HER HOW TO SEW.

let her weave flowers into ur hair

TEACHIN EACH OTHER HOW TO KI C K ASS TOOO !!!!!!!!

cidney—  

teach her a few things about cars ( obviously ).

pls…. i beg of you… let luna put some damn clothes on her.

shopping !! dates !!!!

cute girls defending / saving each other from weirdos.

s p a  d a y

LUNA TAKING SHELTER AT HAMMERHEAD A LITTLE AFTER KINGSGLAIVE OK.

regis—  

AU IN WHICH EVERYONE LIVES AND SHE TELLS HIM SHE’S PREGNANT.

pls let her.. take him from insomnia.

let regis live 2kforever.

idk how b ut p l  ease.

GRANDDADDY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REGIS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE I’M C RYIN GHHERE

cute interactions when she was younger.

‘does mother do well guiding you?’

‘she does. i don’t know where i would be without her. and you, young lady, will do just as well for noctis. i know it.’

s creams bc regis holding his grandchild for the first time pls.

cor—

him as her bodyguard post kingsglaive.

that’s all i got.

just think about it…… honestly….. its so good.

COR AT THE SIGNING TREATY PARTY, LUNA AND HIM TALKING AND THE TWO OF THEM BEING ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS IN THE SAME SPACE THAT EVERYONE ELSE IS JUST.... ABSOLUTELY  B L I N D E D.

what beauty, what grace... he will absolutely beat your face if you so much as breathe a bad word in the oracle’s general direction.

ardyn—

interactions with him and her as a child.

him  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) lowkey missing being able to help people out.

him?? escorting her places bc jokes on u bitch, she’s ur problem today.

‘must you really try on every dress in the store?’

‘must you comment on everything i try on?’

‘yes, bc ur style is shit.’

luna: -fifty shades of offended bc what is your scarf buddy-

aranea—

sharing secrets about her brother.

the two gossiping in general.

‘are there any cuties in ur fleet?’

‘nah.’

‘really??’

ARANEA TEACHING NIFLHEIM SOME MANNERS.

‘listen, i get she’s your prisoner and all— but i catch you layin’ a hand on the lady again, and i’ll have your head thrown into the bay.. ya’ hear?’

loqi—

congrats, welcome to the BABY SITTER’S CLUB, loqi. we have jackets.

like adryn, you get to escort her to places.

whether it be an orphanage, a park, town square— you get to follow her to make sure she doesn’t get kidnapped.

WHICH HAPPENS MORE OFTEN THAN YOU’D THINK.

lunafreya, an a1 manipulator for information: you’ll never catch noct off guard.

loqi, a determined, but foolish, man: -spills niflheim’s entire plan to prove that they can catch noct off guard-

luna being soft and healing him when he gets hurt while protecting her :3c

“its not your duty to fix me.”

“nor is it my duty to stay in tenebrae, while niflheim ruins what home i have left.”

“...then why do you?”

“because my duty is to my people, and to my king.”

drautos—

mmmmmmmmm god i hate dorito man.

honestly just??? i couldn’t tell you.

but this shady asshole.

luna just?? feeling on edge around him all the time.

she couldn’t tell you why, but there’s a familiar tension in the air whenever he’s around.

she can never put her finger on it, but tHIS ASSHOLE.

nyx dying, libertus not being able to help her — drautos succeeding in getting her and the ring back.

it’s rlly angsty i can tell you that now.

she has zero Z E R O  respect for him after

clarus—

in regards to the one plot for gladio———

clarus finding a moment to talk to luna.

regis ain’t that far away, don’t worry.

but he just… introduces himself, obviously, but.. just begins asking if she’s had contact with noctis?

and if he’s mentioned gladio??? at all?????

pls just let clarus do that dad thing where they talk about how PROUD they are of their children, like s h i t!!!!! i love !!!!! familial relationships !!!!! and i love hearing characters tALK ABOUT OTHER CHARACTERS LIKE FU CK !!!!!

LET HIM TALK ABOUT IRIS TOO GOD !!!!! I LOVE HER TOO !!!!!!! 

GODDAMN I LOVE THIS FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!

luche—

he’s a glaive  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

have her meet him at the party ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

her praising him for protecting lucis.

her thanking him for protecting lucis.

her hoping to hear more about / from him later on.

have the betrayal be really hard on her  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gentiana—

really morbid, but deep conversations.

if gentiana knows when she’ll die.

if she knows HOW she’ll die…

…i swear i love her ok

just… astral talk??

we could make up but also build off of the lore we already know for this universe?? but also jump into other things not yet touched in canon…

idk i like these girls sm i need more interaction

where the FUCK is gentiana in kingsglaive

what the fuck

WHY the fuck

WHO the fuck was in charge of not putting gentiana in that damn film.

the short period of time outside of insomnia, after kingsglaive, where they meet up.

do they walk and talk for a bit??

does gentiana escort her to a city??

to HAMMERHEAD, maybe??

like i hope and pray she does.

who knows :’))

pryna—

ok sO I HC THAT LUNA HAS.... chronic pain just from the amount of scourge she’s harboring in her body. and she has mornings where it is v hard for her to leave bed, and pryna keeps her company.

THE PUPS AND LUNA HAVING A TELEPATHY SORTA DEAL, seeing as how luna could be.... considered..... divine herself. but yeah, love my!!! beautiful girls!!!!

angst: pryna and luna inner dialog while dying next to each other. bye.

umbra—

this can go for pryna too, but luna giving him a BATH in ( most likely ) her ginormous bathtub in tenebrae. bubbles. rubber duckies. BUBBLES.

umbra actually picking luna up items ( ones he finds neat ), and luna thinks they’re from noct every time... but they’re like... really odd... items...

a keychain of a chocobo.

a feather.

he has brought her an empty wallet before.

a small plastic shovel you use at the beach.

probably halves of other things too ( half a roll of tape ).