#ok i actually need to concentrate now so bye!

[pedriswife]

18+ ahead! (kind of ig)

Idk why but Fermin has been on my mind A LOT lately like the guy is so pretty and so underrated😭

Also this is so out of pocket but I just know he can eat pussy so good, like have you seen the man's lips? I just know he's the type to slurp up your juices, moaning against your clit and all🤭

ANYWAYS-

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[spacelesscowboy]

FINE i'll get a bachelors 😒

[vivisviolets]

!⃣ Comfort PAC ~ ＊what you need to hear ＊ to help start your day ~＊

helloooo you can also find PACs like these on my insta and you can now get them all EARLY on my silly little ~* Patreon *~ okkk enjoy bye bloo bleeee~

*pile 1~!

~ Hi Pile 1s!! funny enough as I start typing I’m eating cereal- it's my 3pm breakfast pile 1!! 💀 yep maybe you can relate- but maybe not! because I actually see everyone here is a pretty easy early riser, at least during this time you’ve become very diligent. and I see the reason for that is related to job, career, and next steps involving that- and you’re becoming more diligent/rigid due to the stress of that, it feels like you’re “training” your body to be ready for more responsibilities…

~ That’s a HUGE shift pile 1, and I don’t want you to downplay it, it doesn't matter that people who have come before you have faced “more”, this is about you, your accomplishments, and what you’ve overcome up to this point- and remember!- you can’t have big accomplishments, without the smaller ones first. you guys are very sweet and compassionate people, and you need to offer a bit of that same grace and uplifting spirit you give everyone else. you all are also smartypants whether you agree or not, it’s a message coming through, that you guys are way smarter/brainy-er than you know or give yourself credit for. please lean into your confidence in your abilities, and the accomplishments you’ve already done (no matter how small) because that is your power. I love you pile 1s~ be proud of yourself!!! I’m so proud of you ♡ *pile 2~!

~ Ok so you’re pissed, or someone here is- Hello Pile 2s, what’s going on tonight? I feel like I’m answering a crisis hotline call. I feel like you picked this pile because you’re in a state of, not “needing” per se, but really wanting some love. some comfort, from someone, is that right? this could be you wanting love/comfort from a specific person, I’m feeling heavily this could be your mom, very feminine energy here- or maybe you’re in a feminine energy of wanting love from someone you view as a “protector”, this could even be someone who reminds you of a parental guardian that you’re thinking of (this could be a romantic partner or a platonic one!)... a lot of chaos/anxiety swirling within you, you could be in a fight with someone- something has happened where your vibrational energy has taken a huge low swing.

~ What to say, my loves. my dearest pile 2s. your feelings are valid. you’ve been through more than I wish to describe here in this reading. so where to go from here?... -how can you expect someone to love you when you do not love yourself?<-- wow- that was a strongly worded message that came through, and I do not agree with its harshness- but it is true... you are deserving of love and care and empathy no matter where you are, but you must put yourself first- you are blocked, and the way to become unblocked in your life, is you must show yourself that love first, that safety, that compassion. similar to “you can’t give from an empty cup”, you can’t receive coming from an empty cup as well. it will feel like it is never enough... you have to be giving to yourself along with receiving from people you trust... balance is important to you and your anxiety right now! equal giving to yourself (having alone time/self-activities) and then reaching out and interacting w/ those you trust. ok my pile 2s, I’m going to leave you with this messages right here. this is just a period in your life. let it flow. it’s going to ALL be ok. ♡ ♡ ♡ *pile 3~!

~ You guys are so cute I can’t stand it- oh Hi Pile 3s!! I literally gasped entering your energy space- and I had a hard time concentrating on keywords at first- some of you here were born in the year of the rat 🐀 - or you guys just have mouse energy to you 🐭, especially in your friends eyes. you tend to collect a lot of little trinkets don’t you? and you’re also all over the place- is that right? your energy is excitable and thus you have a hard time focusing- am I right??? yea I’m right. ~ you honestly aren’t doing anything wrong- good for youuu that might even come as a relief to hear for you... however not to get messy but I just got a falsely made violation notice on insta, gave me a heart attack but anyway-... there might be a slight shock of some kind coming your way and thus I will be using this part not just as comfort but as a reminder of your strength of character- don’t you ever change, for anyone.- self-improvement aside!! I don’t care who this person is, your mama, your dad returning from 7 years ago, your knight in shining armor- do not fit in- in an effort to get yourself somewhere. or to make someone else see your value/treat you well. you deserve that sish already- all you have to do is work on your goals and be yourself- and if you wanna swing on the playground for a couple of hours I say go for ittt!!!! love you pile 3sss I like your spark and your sparkle, don’t change it ✨♡ *consider tipping me just 1$ for early access to all my mini pacs, showing me support, and some other goodies~ i would be incredibly grateful to you and I'll think about you before i fall asleep 😴~♡

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[elsweetheart]

i'm on my knees ppretty please elaborate the "stop looking at me like that" "fuck me eyes reader" you gagged me therapy is needed PLEASE

giggling mischievously…………. ok i actually hate what i wrote alot bye

abby used to like being busy. it distracted her from the torn apart world outside, having a fixed schedule and completing menial tasks gave her meaning. she was a creature of habit, and breaking a streak where she’d been super productive damaged her self esteem quite a bit.

however, since you’d come along she’d hated it. if she could spend all her time doing nothing with you, she would. but abby had people relying on her, so with or without you she had to get things done. you knew this, but it wouldn’t stop you from having your fun. if you couldn’t receive abby’s attention, you’d make sure she felt just as frustrated as you.

“abs when’re you gonna be free.” you clung onto her bicep as you caught her leaving the gym, damp from sweat.

she sighed, running a hand down her face. “i don’t know, it’s a busy day today. you’re gonna have to just deal, babe. yeah?” she seemed rushed, so you pout and let her go, watching her stride away.

you caught her again, the two of your schedules colliding when you’d be called in to help look at some maps to help plan a hunt. she looked so fucking good, her arms flexing as she’d lean against the table in concentration. you weren’t being much help, too busy ogling at your girlfriend. the way she’d take charge, using her brain to come up with the smartest route would turn you on, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched her speak. she would completely disregard you, focusing on the task at hand — and you hate to say it, but it kind of turned you on even more.

it had been like this all day, abby rushing around completing all her tasks and you — running into her wherever you got the chance to, touching her arm and batting your lashes at her. she was becoming increasingly more frustrated, so when you ran into her later in the day — giggling as you tagged along beside her, following her around like a lost puppy she knew she was going to have to put you in your place a little.

your shared friends walked up ahead, headed to their post as abby stayed behind with you, turning to you and crowding your body in against a brick wall.

“stop looking at me like that.” she scoffed, jaw tense. you furrowed your brows, eyes only growing more doe-like by the second.

“like what?” you pout and she took your jaw gently in her hand, prompting you to have no choice but to listen.

“like you want me to fuck the daylight out of you, when you know i’m busy.” she spoke between grit teeth.

“seems like that would benefit you right now, abby. you seem really tense.” you slide your hands over her broad shoulders, kneading the tense muscle beneath your fingers.

“you do realise that me pounding out my frustrations doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get what you want. i’d watch that mouth and start behaving myself, if i were you.” she brushed your hands off her, stepping back. abby looked you over, staring at you for a moment. the look of frustration was still there, but she was scanning to see if maybe she’d been too mean. she didn’t want to walk away having upset you.

a grin spread across your face like the cheshire cat before you replaced it with an innocent expression, blinking up at her almost mockingly. “you don’t have it in you to do that abs, i always get what i want.”

abby turned her head, watching owen turn back from afar to look at the two of you questioningly wondering what was taking abby so long. she leant in, tilting her head slightly, opening her mouth to speak but owens voice cut through, yelling from his distance calling her to hurry up. she sent you a look, storming away, and you knew you were in for it later.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

heyy ok so I have this idea with maybe remus lupin or any smart character but your the writer whatever you think best is probably best, anyways so reader is failing a class and is assigned a tutor which would be the character. Anyways character is very in love with the reader and is nervous/flustered  but the reader is more outgoing/flirtyafter a couple lessons at the end the character asked “anymore questions?” And the reader goes “yeah when are you going to ask me out? ”KINDA CRINGE LOOKING BACK BUT TYSM BYE 💜💜💜💜

- submitted by @they-only-want-you-when-your-17

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this is sooo cute! I loved it too much, love! I hope you like it too! 😊Warnings: none, this is pure fluffDisclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Ask Me Out?

You hated Potions. Not just because it was your earliest class and you weren’t a morning person. But because you were absolutely dreadful at it. You insisted it wasn’t your fault. It was your partner’s. When Professor Slughorn decided to make Remus Lupin your partner, you knew it would be useless. 

You were never able to concentrate with him sitting next to you. Maybe it was because he started wearing his hair differently this year. Or because he smelled stupidly good. Or how shy he got whenever he was around you. Or because he had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Or because his friends and your friends kept making stupid faces at you so you would make the first move. 

Things got so bad, that Professor Slughorn suggested you got someone to tutor you for this class, and, much to your luck, Remus had volunteered himself to be said tutor. So, not only did you have to control yourself in his class, but now you were spending two afternoons a week with Remus at the Library or the Common Room, trying to listen to what he actually said, instead of getting lost in his beautiful smile. 

“Are you listening to me?” Remus asked, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I uh-” you said, sitting straight instead of resting your head on your hand. “Y-yes, of course, I was, Rem” you cleared your throat. 

“Really?” Remus asked with a beautiful smirk. “Then what is the last ingredient you have to add to the Draught of Living Death before you stir it anti-clockwise?” 

“Oh, uh- w-well, the um… the bean?” you tried with a small smile. 

“Which bean?” 

“I’m guessing not Bertie Bott’s beans?” 

“No” he laughed adorably. “The Sopophorous Bean-”

“Sopophorous Bean” you quickly repeated. “See? That was my second guess!” you insisted and Remus glared at you a little. “I’m sorry, Remus” you sighed. “I know you probably have better things to do with your time than being stuck here trying to teach the unteachable” you laughed. 

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself” he said, his look softening. “You’re not unteachable. You’re doing a lot better now” he encouraged you. 

“Well, to be fair, it’s way more pleasant to look at you and listen to you than to Professor Slughorn” you said, loving the way his cheeks blushed a little. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment” he chuckled. 

“It was” you said, resting your head on your hand again and smiling at him. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Uh, sure” he said, looking through his book. 

“Why did you volunteer to tutor me?” you asked, interested. 

“W-what do you mean?” he asked, nervously. “I mean, you needed help-”

“Well, yes, but I think everyone else would have run for the hills if they had to spend some time with me with fire and so many things that explode around” you shrugged. 

“You’re not that bad” he laughed a little. 

“Remus, I’ve burned more cauldrons than James and Sirius together” you reminded him. 

“W-well, that may be true, but you’re really trying” he reminded you. “So, I’m happy to help as much as I can” he said with a small smile. 

“Well, that’s very sweet of you, Rem” you said, making him look away. “I’m sorry, does it bother you when I call you that? I heard you telling Sirius once you didn’t like it-”

“N-no!” he replied quickly. The only reason he didn’t like Sirius calling him that, was because he did it mocking you. “I don’t mind when uh- when you call me that” he muttered nervously. “Sirius is… just an idiot” he said. 

“Oh” you smiled. “Well, okay” you told him, sitting a little closer to him. 

“Okay, so I think that’s it for today” he said, closing his book before turning to you again. “Anymore questions?” 

“Yeah, just one” you said and Remus nodded for you to go on. “When are you going to ask me out?”

“Uh- w-what-? Um- I’m sorry?” 

“Well, I was just… wondering if you were planning on ever asking me out?” you told him. 

“Y-you want me to ask you out?” 

“If you’d like” you smirked. 

“Well, I um- I would like that, very much” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked, excitedly. 

“Y-yeah, the only reason why I haven’t asked you is because, I wasn’t sure if y-you’d want me to” he said. “So, um… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? We can celebrate your ‘O’ on tomorrow’s exam” he said. 

“I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you, Rem” you smiled. “But, I think you’re shooting for the stars, thinking I’ll get an ‘O’, I’ll be lucky if I get an ‘A’” you told him.

“We’ll see” he smiled. 

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“REMUS!” 

Remus looked up from the book he was reading and he saw you run down the hallway at full speed, causing you to trip and fall but you quickly got back up, and composed yourself, ignoring the laughter and stares from everyone as you made your way to where he was standing with his friends. 

“Are you okay, love?” Remus asked as soon as you reached them

“I’m fine- uh- d-did you just call me love?” you asked with a big smile on your face and feeling your heart flutter at the blush appearing on Remus’ cheeks. 

“I uh- is that okay?” 

“Yes, it is” you nodded happily. 

“Uh, are you okay?” James asked. 

“Yeah, that was a nasty fall” Sirius said, as he tried no to laugh. 

“Oh, I’m fine” you assured them as you tried to compose yourself. 

“You’re bleeding” Peter stated. 

“I am?” you asked, looking at your knee. “Oh, well, whatever is not that bad! Guess what?” you asked excitedly turning back to Remus. “I GOT AN ‘E’!” you said, showing him the parchment in your hands. 

“You got an ‘E’?” he asked, excitedly. 

“In Potions?” Sirius asked, grabbing the exam from you and looking through it.  

“I GOT AN ‘E’” you repeated wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you planted a big kiss on his lips. Remus was surprised for a second but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I’m really proud of you, love” Remus said, leaning in for another kiss. 

“Ew, get a room!” you heard Sirius yell when you pulled away and you noticed the blush on Remus’ cheeks was back. 

“Fuck off, Black!” 

The End

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A/N: I hope you loves like it! :D 

[stela20]

I'm sorry if my English is not good, I use Google Translate

This is my story from the Quotev website, so I wanted to write it and publish it here and enjoy ❤

Y/n's pov

This is my first day at Higher Academy. I was walking through school and I didn't know what I was going to do. The school is very big. I was walking in one of the corridors. I bumped into someone and fell to the ground. His hair and eyes were purple, and I was wearing a white suit with red stripes. His tie is red. Is he a student in this school or what?

❔: Oh, I’m sorry, are you okay?

This person helped me and apologized again

y/n: yeah i'm fine…

Daisaku: Daisaku….. Are you a new student? This is the first time I see you….

y/n: y/n that's my name

Disako Saeed: Well, welcome to the Higher Academy, with your permission, I will continue my work

y/n: Daisaku wait

Daisaku: What?

y/n: Are you from another school or something like that?

Daisako: No why?

y/n: Because you dress differently

Daisaku: I'm from the Student Council, and this is my Student Council uniform as well…. You don't seem to know anything here.

y/n: Yes, it's my first day anyway….Can you show me the school so I can learn more about everything?

Daisaku: Okay, come with me

Disaku took me around the whole school and also introduced me to the clubs, the classes, the teachers' room, the counselor, etc. He introduced me to everything.

y/n: Thank you, you saved me

Daisaku: No problem, what class are you in?

y/n: I'm in class 1-1

Daisaku: You're younger than me, so okay, I'm in class 2-2. If you need anything else, tell me or tell the student council. They'll make you happy, okay?

y/n: Ok thank you

Daisaku: Okay, bye

Daisaku went and the school bell rang and this means that I have to go to class so that we can study throughout the class. I could not concentrate on the lesson because I was thinking about Daisaku and thinking about joining any club. Only one club inspired me and that is the Cooking Club. It has started. Very nice. The lesson ended and it was time for lunch. I went to the cooking club and asked the club president to join the club and he agreed. I was very happy and he told me that we would start at 4:00 pm and he suggested that I sit next to the cooking club members. And I had lunch with them, and I actually did that ❤

POV Disako

I was thinking about this girl all the time while patrolling all the floors of the school. I noticed Y/N next to the Cooking Club, eating lunch with them, and wearing the Cooking Club logo. This means that she participated in the Cooking Club. After lunch time ended, everyone went to their classes and I was… I think about Y/n all the time. She looked so beautiful. After the lesson ended, I did the student council routine as usual and noticed Y/n in front of me.

Y/n is happy: Hey, Daisaku

Daisako: Mm what?

Y/n is happy: Look, I joined the cooking club, isn't that cute 😊

Disako: Well, what do you want about this….. Well, congratulations to you

y/n is happy: Thank you…. Daisaku, can we be friends?

Daisaku: I'm sorry, y/n, but I don't want to

y/n: why ❔

Daisaku: Because of my work, I am one of the student council, and I was also one of the former delinquents, so I am afraid for you that the rest of the students will say something bad about you because of me, but now I have changed for the better.

y/n: There is no problem with that, Talama. You have changed for the better, so this is the most beautiful thing

Daisaku is shy: Well, well, Talama, you are a musasa, so well, you and I are friends now

y/n is happy: wow thank you, Daisaku

Y/n hugged me and was very happy about this. What is happening to me? Why am I so happy? Why am I blushing like this? Could it be love? But how? This is the first day she and I have met and I don’t know much about her. It’s strange. Why do I feel like this? After a minute, I continued my work. The student council, and Y/n was also accompanying me, and she and I exchanged conversations. She and I differed in many things, and we also loved mutual things, but the most important thing I see is that Y/n and I are similar in our love of food. Time has passed quickly. It was now 4:00 and it was time for Y/n to go to the cooking club

Y/n's pov

I wanted to stay longer with Daisaku. I feel very comfortable with Daisaku

Saeeda y/n: I'm sorry, Daisaku, but I have to go to the cooking club tomorrow. We can get to know each other and talk more.

Said Daisaku: No problem. I'm happy that we have become friends. I will accompany you so that you can reach the Cooking Club safely. There is a possibility that you will get lost in this great academy.

y/n Saeeda: Hahaha, even though I know everything now, but okay, that's okay

Daisaku accompanied me to the cooking club, and while I was walking, I heard Daisaku's stomach making strange noises. Daisaku grabbed his stomach and began to feel it, feeling sad.

y/n: Daisaku, are you okay?

Daisaku is sad: No, not quite

y/n: Then go to the doctor so she can give you something to relieve the pain

Daisaku is sad: No, I'm not sick, I'm very hungry, I don't have food. I and the rest of the student council arrive at school every day at a specific time, 6:00 in the morning. At this time, the entire student council prepares themselves and eats, but not me, because of my family's circumstances. They have enough money and all the money they spend is on my education

y/n is sad: Mmm Daisaku, I'm sorry I didn't know, but I can cook you something for you to eat, I'm talented at cooking ❤

Disako is sad: No, don't worry about me. I'm used to feeling hungry…. The important thing is that I have to go now, bye

Daisaku is gone, and I feel very sad about the end of the day. All night long, I was thinking about Daisaku, and an idea came to my mind, which was that I would wake up early to make food for Daisaku, and also go to school early, and I actually did this. I prepared food for me and Daisaku, and I went to school. It was now 6:30, and it seemed that the student council had gone and finished eating. I went to the student council room and saw Daisaku sad and feeling his stomach. I entered the room and closed the door behind me so that no one would see us.

y/n Saeeda: Hey, Daisaku 🖐🏻

Daisaku is shocked: y/n what are you doing here ❔

Y/n Saeeda: Look what I got for you ❤

I took out the lunch box from my bag and gave it to Daisaku

y/n Saeeda: Here is the food for you ❤

Disako Saeed: Really thank you 🤤

Daisaku started out very happy and they liked the food. He looked very nice while he was eating. He was so cute. He looked like a 5-year-old child eating chocolate. I know I shouldn't say this about a tough and violent person like Daisaku, but what can I say? He's cute. Extremely while he is eating 😊🤭❤

Said Daisaku: Mmmm, I have never eaten such delicious food before. Thank you, y/n

y/n Saeeda: You're welcome, I can do this for you every day

Disako is shocked: What, no, I don’t want you to worry about me

y/n Saeeda: But we are friends and we should do this for each other

Shy Daisaku: Thank you, y/n

POV Disako

Y/n is a very nice girl, and I have loved him since that moment, and I also want you to be my lover. It is true that I have a goal to help my father and mother and become something big in the future, but now I have two goals, and the second goal is to make Y/n my lover. After a month, y/n and I became very friends, and I was jealous of her if any boy approached and talked to her, and I thought that she also loved me, but if any girl came and talked to me, y/n’s face turned red from the amount of anger, and after a week had passed One of the students came to me and told me there is a note in my locker. I went to my locker and saw a note.

Daisaku was shocked: Mmm, what is this?

Note: Meet me at the sakura tree today. I must confess something very important to you at 5:00, and don’t be late, sweet one.

Daisaku: Wait a minute, who is this person and who calls me cute? No one calls me cute except Y/N….. Wait a minute, is this her?

I went to the sakura tree and saw y/n standing there

Daisaku: y/n ❔

Shy y/n: Daisaku, I have to tell you something…but please listen to me. I have known you for about a month, and honestly, I love everything about you. You are a brave man who loves justice and is strong and loves to help your family. You are a very kind man and I cannot stand it. Having another girl with you, Talama, I thought about this makes me angry and makes my heart break. This is a difficult thing, but I must confess to you…. I love you very much, and I want you to be my lover and my future husband. Do you agree ❤?

Daisaku is shy: … What are you talking about, y/n … I really love you … I love you at first sight, you are very kind and you like to help people and you have a good heart …. I love you very much, my love, you are the best …and I want to be your future husband ❤

I held y/n's hand and her hands were very soft, and after a minute I took her in a deep kiss, and she and I exchanged a look with beautiful eyes. How much I love her ❤

Y/n's pov

Since then, Daisaku and I were together and helped each other. We graduated together, and Daisaku became a famous person and something big, as he dreamed, and I became a chef, and Daisaku and I lived happily ❤

❤ The end ❤

[ghost-bard]

Riptide ep 92 spoilers (and general spoilers) liveblogging this on one post

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Gillion should now have about 3 sets of lightning fractal scars bro should be littered w scarring at this point holy fuck

ALPHONSE NO WTF IF HE DIES ILL FUCKING CRY save this metal man jay pls i am begging ik we want to save the kid but also save the funny

Oh she cast levitate on him ok this is fine this is fine

Is gil gonna make the fuckin shark high holy shit

IS HE oh its enlarge not smiting it w it ok

Gil what are you doing you silly silly man

He still doesnt have armor on oh boy his fish jammies are so silly teehee

Theyre gonna have to get a new ship again lmao

PRETZEL IS HIGH SHE GOT HOTBOXED I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER

28 POINTS OF DAMAGE HOLY SHIT how much hp does this woman have omg

Condi remembering the rules of dnd but at what cost

OMG DREY FERIN MY BELOVED AHHHHHH I LOVE HIM ayo youre checking on Finn 🤨

Guys what if the weed is what finn needed to have to wake up-

Chippp broo you good

Is jay gonna be good im so worried for her if she dies im gonna sob and piss and shit OH WAIT SHE CAN LITERALLY FLY JAY oh wait no she cant cuz concentration

Jay is so girlboss i love her teehee

YEAHHHHHH THEYRE OUT Jay solos she is the best character 💪

Oh fuck gillion lightning count is now at 5 lmao

This is so funny lmao

I hope they get a QUEEN YEAHHH MY BELOVED

Gryffon is a panda ball i love him omg did yall know Gryffon and Alphonse are my favorite crewmates i love them so much

GILLION NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO welp bye

Wowo theyre really in it huh lmao

Omg character development gillion using lay on hand on himself zeeweemama

Woah this shark is incredibly nimble anyway Chip has been swallowed

NOT THE CHEEBO TRAUMA LMAO

Bruh gillion is so slippery oh boy

GRYFFON!!!!! Hes so silly i love him teehee

Fishing trip lmao omg he dont think this is real

Bro charlies rolls this session are literal ass lmao

I really hope Dugon shows up

RAGNAROK??? GRYFFON ITS A STORM YOU DUNCE

Anyway praying that Dugon saves them 🙏

Jay uhhhhhhhhhh why arent tou attuned to your necklace ahahaha

IF JAY DIES IM ACTUALLY GONNA CRY GUYS I CANT DO THIS

ALPHOMSE 55 DMG I CANT DO THIS WAIT NOT JAY IS DONW THIS IS BAD YALL THIS IS FUCKIN BAD im gonna cry

Grizzly if you kill jay and alphonse i will actually end you

What CHIP DO NOT DROP OLLIES BOOK WTF ok thank goodness i was so worried for him

BRO HES ACTUALLY DUMB THIS IS SO FUNNY HOLY SHIT

Chip is high af this is so funny omg OH FIRE WOAH

I was so lost in the silliness that is Chip that for a moment i forgot that Jay is unconscious 💀

THE LOVE POTION IS BRO GONNA FALL IN LOVE JESUS CHRIST

NOOOOOKK I CANT DO THIS I CANT DO THIS JAY IS GONNA FUCKIN DIE I CAN FEEL IT

i hope that this stupid fuckin shark sees gil and is enamored with him and fuckin leaves cuz gil asked nicely

This is literally a tpk i cant do this im gonna cry

Finn please wake up and save your grandson PLEASE

I need them to survive

Niklaus exists i just remembered can he like show up and make another shitty deal so the group gets outta this

Wow bro is doing so many smites hes goin sicko mode

I FUCKING HATE THIS SO MUCH JAY IS GOING TO DIE I CAN FEEL IT CAN OLLIE GRAB HER OR SOMETHING wait is ollie dead-

Queen is doin queen shit i love her theyre so cool

CAN QUEEN PLEASE ASK THE SHARK VERY NICELY TO LEAVE THEM ALONE AND LIKE GO AWAY AND STUFF

YESSS CHIP KILL THE BITCH FROM THE INSIDE AND THEN GILLION CAN USE THE REST OF HIS LAY ON HANDS ON JAY AND OLLIE AND ALPHONSE AND THEYLL BE HAPPY

genuinely yall im so scared for ollie and alphonse alphonse is literally a metal man and ollie

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT GRIZZLY DMG IS ON

BRO GRIZZLY IS TRYING TO KILL THEM WTF DUDE

Surely SURELY gil can like save them good lord

Gryffon was needed this whole foght also if Ollie is dead ahahaha i may commit a crime against one Grizzly Grizzlyplays

Im gonna fucking cry i cant do this guys HES OUT OF LAY ON HANDS?!?!???

Pls pls pls im gonna cry guys

If alphonse dies im gonna cry NO ALPHONSE??? IM NOT EVEN JOKING RN IM FUCKING CRYING IS HES DEAD I CANT DO THIS

This is too much for me guys i cant do this pls let finn wake up hes needed like right now

Fuck wheres Earl jesus christ

Gillion is gonna die bringing alphonse back next ep i can feel it

The screech i let out when grizz ended the episode like holy fuck dude

[nukleator]

Holy fuuuuuuuuck i felt like a hostage tonight. Started my day 15 unpaid minutes early to ensure i will have enough time to enter the food order even if 10 things go wrong. Finished that, begin setting up my station but we get busy right away so i have to wait, get a tiny bit of prep done, busy again, repeat for four hours.

Ok everything done and im off now.

Hmm but of course the AM fry cook didnt run the filter cycle and i need that oil to last one more day. Guess ill hang around 10 minutes to get that done. Oh shit i just remembered i didnt put the last shipment of buns away and im expected to that so gonna get that done quickly. I break down the cardboard and remember there's empty boxes in the walk in still. Gotta deal with those. Suddenly 30 minutes have passed. Oops.

OKAY NOW IM DONE. Got my street clothes on, just gonna pop back on the line and grab some food. Oh shit its busy. Like REALLY busy. It's shift change so there's only two cooks working right now and our bill times are gonna be ridiculous. Can't leave it like this so i guess i'll help out.

20 minutes later and done. Got my food. Got my coat on. Lets get outta here. Say bye to GM and im about to reach for the door when he says "hey actually do you think you can stay 3 hours just to make sure theyre ok?"

FUCK

"no problem im on it! 😃" Is my immediate reply however

Back in my clogs and whites and im thinking ok this is fine im just here for the dinner rush and then i go home. My hours were cut this week so at least i can get a few back.

HOLY. SHIT. We got destroyed, annihilated, pulverised, whatever. I got put on expo and i have never seen such madness. It was somehow worse than a friday night. We only had about half the covers we do on friday but they were concentrated into one single hour of pure hell.

My PM fry cook didnt want to be there and refused to do half her job (make fries). She tried to pawn her shift to me immediately and got upset when i said hell no. She also snapped "dont tell me what to do when you havent helped me at all!" when i said to her "please you need to help me blanch (your) fries because we (you) are gonna run out in about 10 minutes!!" meanwhile i have 12 entrées that are piling up at my station and im communicating with FOH to make sure things dont get run to the wrong table which prevents me from walking away and oh yeah cooking fries is YOUR job. One of the takeout servers heard us and actually ran into the kitchen with a box of fries 😭😭😭😭 new favourite server

Anyways then while shit is still fucked she walks out of the kitchen to talk to the MOD and i see them talking and tbh i think oh fuck shes telling her she cant work with me. Then the guy on desserts walks over and starts dropping baskets so im like oh okay they wanted to swap. But THEN he says to me ok im going back to desserts now btw and im like !?

So now im watching fryers as well and im wondering where the fry cook is. After a while i finally say WHERE IS SHE and one of cooks says oh... She went home sick. Forgot to tell you.

WTF

Okay actually im super tired n ow so im not even gonna finish my rant but the the main point is that i wanted to fucking go home after this shit and all those cunts inthe kitchen guilted me and bullied me into staying. They all claimed they didnt know how to clean the fryers which i find hard to believe. I got upset and then they were like ohh no.... You can go home. Totally. We wont hold this against you and make your life worse or anything. Like WOW awesome.

So thats how i worked 12 hours today on 0 food and a single can of monster because i didnt even have time to get water.

[joytraveler]

64. Spacial Delivery

The title screen shows a stork perched outside a tiny house, atop a tiny planet! When Bea presses start, another stork pokes its head out of the bird-house and hands the first a bundle!

"Oh gosh I love their little bird space helmets. Uh, what about the baby, though?"

pigbarrel: babies don't need air. a common myth! aroseahorseboy: baby asteroids on their way to the Oort Cloud aroseahorseboy: wait that’s comets aroseahorseboy: ok I admit it I just like to type Oort cloud

Your stork picks up the package and flies through space! You have to dodge asteroids and UFOs (which try to abduct the bundle!) to deliver it to an asteroid(?)

No, a martian pokes its head out of a crater. The bundle opens to reveal a baby martian!

"Oh. Congratulation Mrs. Mars, it's a.. well right now it looks like a your head but with legs, but I'm sure they'll grow up just fine!"

Baconnaise: don't you insult that beautiful child HNV: Can I be godfather? I want to teach him how to ride his first tripod! Syrupentine: aaaah this game is so so so cute

Round 2 starts with picking up two bundles! There’s more UFOs this time, including a bigger one that spins like a buzzsaw to take up a quarter of the screen at once, making it a complicated dance to keep the babies asleep!

"Hey, if I switch directions back and forth I can rock them back to sleep again!" She drops the baby off.. but this one gets tossed back in her face! "H-hey!!"

DueyDecimal: Wrong planet! What point do purple babies with three eyes go to?

"I dunno, Jupiter? Oh, that's right next door! Solar system?? Haha how does that work..."

Klickitat_Street: My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pies. aroseahorseboy: there’s a big freaking asteroid belt between your mother and Just, though berd_snurglar: isn't it supposed to bigger? way bigger? TaichouSenseiKun: bigger LIKE MY DICK

"Yeah with a big red spot like that too"

Syrupentine: it’s okay, the baby can sleep in a drawer

"Okay, bye baby gas cloud. Uh.."

ButterflyDefect: Was that a little baby jupiter??! HNV: Congratulations, Jupiter! You weren’t showing at all!

"And now a robot baby. Oh, my heart! Hello baby booper!" This one just goes to the moon, it's actually a baby rover. "You gonna be the best on the moon, yes you are! I hate to part with that one"

HNV: Baby Transformer! Instant fave

Another couple rounds, but soon it would seem all the babies are delivered. But stork #2 hands over one last bundle. Good thing it doesn't have to go far, it's a baby stork!

Syrupentine: AAAH AAAH Bee52: fuck this game is just pure cuteness concentrate

"Awwwwwww man! I'm crying a little cause of this and cause there's a joke I don't want to make to ruin it.. Way to go storks! On stork planet. Which is a place, we know now!"

berd_snurglar: so wait did ms stork get it on with everyone and that's why all the other babbies

"That was it.”

aroseahorseboy: well, sign me up

[a-strange-familiar]

Lil grumpy man

A/n : I read a small concept from @harryfeatgaga . (Paige's anons are so freaking awesome.) And this is a small something inspired by it.

Warnings : nothing but fluff.

Summary : Harry is being grumpy and pouty because he miss Y/n.

Harry is being soo grumpy lately. And this is annoying everyone lately.

And the reason he is grumpy is Y/n.

Not in a bad way though. He is grumpy because he misses Y/n a lot. She is in New York, she had to go because of some last minute work plans.

And Harry is stuck in LA. Well not practical stuck, Jeff made him stay back because he had studio sessions to do and they need to complete the album before the fixed date.

Y/n completed her work and she decided to spend few more days to catch up with some friends. But Harry is absolutely not happy with the idea. He want to see y/n.

But he is not a arsehole to ask his girlfriend to leave her friends and come back. He can never do that and he will never do that. So he is being all pouty and behaving like a grumpy old man.

And this is irritating Jeff. He understands where Harry is coming from. He understands the feeling because he felt it many times with Glenn. But Harry is being a bit too much.

Harry is coming to the studio late. He is not being so attentive while the session is going on. He is lagging everything and most importantly he is being so so grumpy and angry. At first he found it cute by seeing how much Harry loves Y/n . But now it's irritating. Can you blame him though?

As always Harry arrived an hour late to studio. Every one are waiting for him , but he came in soo casually. And soon after the session started.

It's been two hours and everything is going good. Feels like Harry is back on tracks. And then they took a break.

As a cue five minutes into the break Harry got a call from Y/n.

Harry's eyes lit up like child on Christmas and immediately answered the call.

"Hey , baby" He said into the phone with a grin on his face.

"Hello , bubs . Good morning. What are you doing? " Y/n asked while having her breakfast.

"Nothing, in the studio. Just took a break. Waiting for your call actually."

"Sorry, bubs just woke up."

"It's ok. How are you ? Having fun?" He asked in a borderline sad tone.

"Yep, having a great time. But I miss you "

And Harry is all pouty now. " Then when are coming back ? I miss you sooo much" He whined into the phone.

"Aww, I'm sorry. I'll be back very soon. I'll be there before you know it. Ok ?"

"Ok." Is all he said with a pout.

Just after ten more minutes Harry heard Mitch voice calling him.

"Oii , styles. Time is up. We need you here. "

Harry sighed "baby, I gotta go. Call you later ?"

"Yeah, sure. Bye baby. Love you."

"Bye , love you more " Harry reluctantly kept his phone back into his pocket and dragged himself near others.

Jeff observed everything from far. He didn't hear the conversation but he can see the change on Harry again.

And the they wrapped the session for the day after few hours. After Harry not concentrating properly it took a bit more time than actually planned.

After the everyone went back to places. Jeff decided to call Y/n. To talk with her.

Y/n phone rang and showed the caller ID that she was not expecting. Jeff always treated her like a little sister , so calling out of nowhere is not something new. But she was a bit worried about Harry.

"Hello , Jeffrey. What do I own for your sudden call ? " She said when she accepted the call.

"Hello to you too , Y/n. How are you ?"

"I'm fine . Do you miss me already ? Calling me now. I was just gone for few weeks." She joked.

Jeff released a light chuckle. "Yes we all miss you. You know we do . But do you know who miss you the most ?"

Y/n don't have to answer. Because she know who it is. And Jeff know that she knows.

"Yeah, your right Y/n. It's your annoying boyfriend Harry styles." He said sarcastically.

Y/n giggled.

"Oh my god ! What have he done now. Why are you complaining ? " Y/n asked with a smile on her face.

"You have no idea. How annoying he is. He is always being grumpy. He is being pouty being like a kid. He is coming late to the studio, not concentrating. And now I'm calling you to complain about him."

"Oh god, Jeff. I'm sorry." Y/n couldn't help but grin.

"So Y/n can you please get on plane and come here , he is being fucking annoying."

Y/n is amused by what Jeff said. She knew that Harry miss her. But she didn't think this much. And this is making her blush thinking about how much he love her.

"I know you have work and all , but ...."

"It's ok , Jeff. I'll come. It's fine. Actually I'm planning on back soon but I'll just pre pone it. I'll book ticket right away." She said.

"Thanks, honey. You are always the best." Jeff said in happiness.

Two days later that Y/n came back. After talking to Jeff she immediately booked ticket to her flight. Now Y/n at the studio, to surprise Harry.

She met Jeff at the entrance and gave him a hug.

"I'm telling you Y/n , after seeing he will go back to being normal and he will behave like nothing happened."

Y/n and Jeff went inside where the others are. Harry's back is facing her. And he is talking to Mitch.

"Well , well , well. How is my lil grumpy man doing? " Y/n asked once she entered the room.

And by his girlfriend's voice of he turned back so fast to see if it's really her. Once he saw it's Y/n. He literally launched at her and embracing her in a big hug. And kissed her. What supposed to be a quick peck turned out to be a almost make out session. He forgot that he is infront of people. Actually he didn't care. And also they are his team and friends, so he know that he didn't have to worry.

Once he released her, he is still in shock. He can't believe his eyes. "Y/n ?"

"You said you are coming back after few days ." Harry asked , but couldn't suppress his grin.

"You have to thank Jeff for that one. And also I got many complains about you so I had to come."

"I missed you soo much , I love you."

"I love you too , grumpy pants."

Harry is soo happy that Y/n is back.

Y/n went to say hello to everyone. And huged them. And Harry is stuck to her side the time she is making conversation.

And for two more hours they all just sat and talked. Everyone loves Y/n they are happy she is back and they are also happy because now Harry won't be grumpy.

Harry is talking to Y/n and everyone and having a good time. He is behaving like nothing happened. And behaving like that he was not a Dick until few hours prior.

Jeff saw Y/n and gestured towards Harry. And she knew exactly what Jeff was trying to say. Y/n couldn't help but smile.

Harry observed them " Are there any inside jokes that I'm missing here. Why are you smile?" He asked Y/n.

"Oh nothing, I was just saying that how amazing you have been these past days when Y/n was away." Jeff said to Harry in a sarcastic tone.

"I don't know whst your talking about Jeff. But if you excuse us now I would like to leave. I have a lot of catching up to do with my girlfriend. " He said while getting up.

Harry took your purse and his bag and practically started dragging you away from them.

You shouted a bye to everyone on your away.

And you made your way to his car. And by the way he is looking at you , you know there is a lot of catching up to do tonight.

~~~

A/n : don't judge me. I know it's not that good. But I liked the idea. And I wanted to write something.

~~~

Thank you, hope you enjoyed. <3

Please like and reblog. And please send me some feedback, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

Merthur soulmate AU where they can always find each other:

Leon fulfils his self-appointed “older brother” role by helping them get away with it, and Morgana decides the son of her new guardian wasn’t so bad after all, if he came with such a great friend.

Part 2   Part 3 Part 4

This was requested a little while ago, also Homophobia doesn’t exist in this world and maybe that’s unrealistic but I literally don’t care, let me have this.

Everyone has a soulmate. It’s a fact of life.

No one really knows quite how it works, only that it’s something magical, and has been around since before recorded history.

Everyone can find their soulmate. They feel a tug in their heart, that always pulls them in the right direction, no matter what. No matter what obstacles or distance separates them, they may always be united, they may always find their way home.

Soulmate bonds were the one piece of magic that King Uther left untouched when he started his purge, for he was bonded to Arthur’s mother, and despite his cruelty, he could never find it in himself to deprive others of such a feeling. 

(Besides, they were so ancient and global, there’s nothing he could’ve done to destroy them; easier to save his pride and leave them be.)

Very rarely, only a few times in a century, a pairing will appear whose bond is so strong, the compass in their hearts works in a slightly different manner.

King Uther’s son, Prince Arthur, and heir to the throne of Camelot, was one half of such a special pairing.

~

The first time the Prince disappeared, he was five, and meant to be taking a nap.

This meant that his nannies hadn’t even noticed he was gone before he reappeared in his bed, and no one in the castle knew of his little adventure.

To say Hunith was surprised by the appearance of a very young, very blond child in her kitchen was an understatement. 

The last thing she was expecting to see when she turned around from laying her three year old down for a nap, was a noble-looking boy, who definitely hadn’t been there moments before.

After she recovers from her shock, she glances over at the front door (still locked) before looking back at the child with concern. She took a step towards him, and crouched down before quietly speaking:

“Hi there sweetie, how did you get in here?”

Child!Arthur ignores her, instead taking a wobbly step towards Toddler!Merlin, and without looking away from him, asks:

“Who’s that?”

Hunith is taken aback at that, and looks more closely at the child. He was clearly in sleep clothes, but they were made from expensive fabrics, and he looked chubby and happy and healthy, not like most young children around these parts.

She steps in front of Arthur again to try and catch his eye:

“Why don’t you tell me your name, and we’ll try to find your mum?”

Arthur looks at her only briefly as he pouts, before side-stepping again and regaining his line of sight to the dark haired toddler (still sleeping):

“Don’t have a mum. And dad’s busy. I wanted to find my person.”

Hunith tilts her head at that, but before she can ask what he means, Arthur finally looks at her properly, and begins speaking again:

“Are you my person? Or is it him? Nanny Marge says everyone has a person, and we can always find them.” he says it with confidence, and a self satisfied nod.

Hunith blinks, she knows all about soulmates, everyone does, but that still didn’t explain how the child had just appeared:

“Well, my name’s Hunith, and that’s my son, Merlin. Where are you from?”

Arthur yawns and stumbles towards Merlin, wrapped in blankets and laid in the corner. Hunith goes to grab him (Merlin was a fussy toddler, and it took forever to get him to sleep and she really didn’t want him to be woken up again.) but relaxes as Arthur sits cross-legged about a foot away from him, not ripping his gaze away for a moment.

He looks back up at Hunith sleepily, obviously starting to feel the effects of not napping:

“Mer-lin. I like that name. Like the birdy. I’m Prince Arthur of Camelot, son of King Uther.” He says the last part like it’s been rehearsed (it has) and Hunith stifles a gasp as she finally realises what’s happened.

Her old love, before he left, had told her of the rare pairings that appeared occasionally. The soulmates whose bond is so strong, they simply have to wish to be in the others presence, and they will appear there.

Truth be told, Hunith thought it was just a story. Soulmates are fairytale enough, but being able to appear at their side whenever you so wished? That was the stuff of love-stories and legend. Yet here stood a child, who claimed to be a Prince from another kingdom, who should be safely locked away in a castle several days journey from here. And all he seemed interested in, was Merlin.

Hunith wasn’t really sure what to do with this revelation. Not that she wasn’t glad her son had a soulmate, but her son’s soulmate was heir to a throne that would order a pyre for Merlin, even as a child. Merlin was floating spoons and lighting candles and knocking over cups before he could even crawl. Camelot was no place for him, at least not right now.

What if he accidentally did magic in front of the Prince? Would Arthur be scared, would he hate his own soulmate? Or would he not yet understand and tell someone accidentally? Would the King order his own son’s soulmate killed, if he found out?

Hunith shook the questions from her mind for now. Merlin was asleep, and she needed to figure out how to persuade Arthur that he needed to go back home:

“Arthur, that’s a lovely name. I know you want to find your person Arthur, but I think it might be best if you go home, before someone starts worrying, don’t you?”

Little Arthur yawns again, but pouts:

“I don’t want to go back. It’s so boring there, no one except Leon lets me play anything, and Leon’s busy.”

Hunith holds in a sigh, she can imagine life is difficult for an heir to the throne, especially with a father like Uther. She crouches down to his level again:

“I know sweetie, but you don’t want anyone worrying, do you?”

Arthur waits a moment before shaking his head forlornly. Hunith hopes she’s persuaded him, the only way he would go back is if he wanted to, she couldn’t force him. And she really didn’t want to have to journey back to Camelot on foot, and have to explain to the King why she had his son:

“No. I like Nanny Marge, and dad is always mean to her when she loses me.” Hunith frowns at that, but before she can say anything, Arthur stands on wobbly legs, and looks at her with determination:

“Ok. Bye-bye-”

He looks to Merlin again, and whispers his next few words, like he didn’t want to wake him:

“Bye Merlin. I promise I’ll come back-”

He looks back to Hunith again:

“Please can I come back? Leon says I should ask permission before going to someone’s home, so can I please please come back?”

Hunith worries her lip with her teeth at that, they were soulmates, she couldn’t exactly say no. But she also didn’t want to encourage the little prince to just disappear whenever he was bored:

“I... of course, Arthur, you’re more than welcome. But not too often, and not for too long, OK?” she tilts her head in question, and smiles when Arthur gives a decisive nod. 

She holds in a smile as the Little Prince (what she had affectionately been referring to him as in her head) scrunched his face in concentration, closing his eyes. After a few seconds, he disappears with a pop and a few sparks, and she lets out a breath of relief, hoping that he had returned safely.

She stands still for a moment and blinks, seemingly trying to process all that had happened. She hums thoughtfully, before looking lovingly towards her son, and muttering to herself:

“I have a feeling that your future just got a lot more complicated, my love.”

~

For the next year, Arthur would pop in and out of Hunith’s house once a month or so. He only ever came when he was meant to be having a nap (the only time he was really unsupervised during the day).

Luckily, it would appear, that he and Merlin shared nap times; Merlin can’t accidentally expose his magic to the Little Prince if he was asleep every time he appeared.

Over the visits, Hunith learnt as much about Arthur as she could. He knew Gaius, which she was definitely relieved at (and sent a letter to him explaining everything the day she found out they knew each other). Someone in the castle knowing where Arthur had disappeared off to, if anyone ever noticed, would help.

She also found out who Leon was, the son of a noble, an aspiring knight-to-be, around twelve years old to Arthur’s six (both he and Merlin had birthdays at some point between visits), and that he seemed to be the only person around who allowed Arthur to have a little fun every once in a while.

After a little coaxing, she found that Arthur didn’t really know anything about his mother, only what Leon could remember, because Uther refused to speak of her (she thought that was a little heartbreaking, but hid it well).

Arthur kept his word, and never stayed for longer than ten minutes, but Hunith worried; she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold Arthur off for very long. He had visited around thirteen times, and Merlin had been asleep for every one of them. 

Arthur would want to wake him up eventually, to actually talk to his soulmate, and who knows what Merlin would do.

~

Eventually, a few months before Merlin’s fifth birthday, Hunith sat him down and told him what had been happening. That he and his soulmate were very special, and that Arthur had been visiting whilst he was asleep.

To say that Merlin was excited was a vast understatement, and Hunith had to quell her panic when he asked if he could visit Arthur where he was:

“No Merlin, I’m sorry, you have to stay here, remember?-”

She frowns sorrowfully at Merlin’s pout and teary eyes, before schooling her face into a smile and continuing:

“But I promise, next time he visits, I’ll wake you up and you can play together, does that sound fun?-”

She chuckles at his excited nod:

“But only if you don’t use your gift sweetheart, Arthur might not be as good at keeping secrets as you or I am, so we’ll have to wait until he’s older, do you understand?” she whispers that, hoping that it would be easier to convince him if he thought of it as a fun game, instead of a life threatening secret.

Merlin thinks for a minute before nodding:

“Yes mama. No magic until he’s older.”

Hunith pats him on the head, taking a deep breath and preparing herself for Merlin to repeatedly ask her how long until Arthur visited.

~

So that’s how it goes for several years, Arthur visiting Ealdor when no one was paying attention, he and Merlin playing quietly, with no magic, for a while, before Arthur popped back home.

Hunith was grateful for the current simplicity, but she knew it couldn’t last. Merlin had been asking more and more if he could visit Arthur, and it was only a matter of time before he snuck off without telling her.

That, and the magic problem.

Arthur had spoken of his lessons, how according to everyone at home, magic was evil. Merlin always looked so sad at that, and Hunith was grateful for the fact that Arthur didn’t sound so sure. But she also knew that it was only a matter of time before Arthur was convinced by his father’s determined hatred, and she didn’t want to see the heartbreak on Merlin’s face.

The first time The Little Prince spoke of an execution, he was eight, and Merlin had just had his seventh birthday. Merlin cried as Arthur described it, and Hunith had to stop the anger at Arthur growing in her: it wasn’t his fault, and he didn’t exactly sound happy about it at all.

If anything, he seemed almost as upset as Merlin and when Arthur had noticed Merlin’s tears, he stopped talking immediately and bit his lip, looking to Hunith worriedly.

Hunith clenched her jaw before wrapping an arm around each of the children, and speaking to Arthur quietly as Merlin still sniffled:

“Do you think you can keep a secret, Arthur? A really big one, from everyone? Even Leon and your dad?”

He nodded vigorously, and Hunith gives him a weak smile before looking to Merlin, who stared back at her with watery eyes:

“Go on then Merlin, I think he’s old enough to know, don’t you?”

Merlin nodded this time, a little more hesitantly than Arthur, but he looks to his soulmate anyway.

Arthur stared back with wide, worried eyes, and gasped as Merlin all but whispered:

“I was born with magic. I am magic.”

Arthur looks scared for a split second, before he shuffles close to Merlin and taking his pudgy hand in his own. He thinks for a second, before looking at Hunith quickly, and then Merlin. He gives a firm nod as he says:

“I don’t care, and I promise not to tell anyone. If you have magic then it can’t be evil, and when I’m King, I’ll make sure everyone else knows that as well.”

Hunith lets out a sigh of relief, feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders as Arthur’s short arms pull the three of them into a tight hug.

~

The first time Merlin disappears, is almost a year later. Arthur was nine, and Merlin was only a few days away from being eight.

During Arthur’s last visit, he had told them of a new addition to the castle, a sad, dark haired girl called Morgana, a year older than him.

He explained that something had happened to her parents, and his father had taken her in.

Merlin seemed concerned at that, and Hunith had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before her son decided he wanted to help her (the boy was dangerously empathetic, he teared up at even the thought of other people suffering).

When she found the scrawled note on the table (Arthur had begun sneaking books with him, and he and Hunith would sit with Merlin, teaching him to read and write as best they could) with backwards letters and misspelt words, she almost panicked.

But she sat herself down and took a deep breath, knowing that Arthur had managed to keep the secret so far, and that Merlin could just reappear if he found himself in danger.

That didn’t stop her from scolding a sheepish Merlin when he returned half an hour later.

~

Arthur and Merlin had organised it on their previous visit. Arthur would make sure that he was locked safely in his room at a specific time, and Merlin could come to him for a change. Then Arthur could go get Morgana (and maybe Leon) so he could meet them. 

Morgana had only been there for a month or so, and she had yet to warm up to Arthur. She was quiet, but had a sharp tongue when she chose to speak, not that that had put Arthur off quite yet. 

He was still determined that they would be friends, and Merlin was great! So what better way to get Morgana to like him, than to introduce her to Merlin?

Merlin was overjoyed when he appeared in Arthur’s room, the bedchamber being larger that the footprint of his entire house back in Ealdor. The bed itself was what he found most impressive, it was so huge and soft! And there were so many blankets and pillows! Merlin quietly thought to himself that he should come here more often.

Arthur was nervous. Excited, but nervous. They’d known each other for years now, but this was the first time that Merlin was actually seeing his home. What if he didn’t like it? What if he didn’t want to be soulmates anymore, because he preferred his own home?

(”Although-” The Little Prince started to think, “if Merlin decided he wanted to stay in Ealdor, I think I would just stay with him. ‘Gana can do all my boring King stuff here, and I can go be a farmer with Merlin.”)

Those nerves disappeared the moment he saw the grin on Merlin’s face. Arthur showed Merlin where to hide, just in case, whilst he went to fetch Morgana. He had already told her he had a surprise, so it shouldn’t take too long to persuade her to follow him.

Arthur found her in a flower garden hidden round the back of the castle, she gave in and allowed him to drag her by the hand to his chambers with only minimal grumbling. She did however glare as Arthur pressed a hand over her mouth when she went to question why they were hiding from everyone who passed them in the corridors.

Eventually they were stood outside Arthur’s chambers, but before they enter, Arthur turns to Morgana and whispers conspiratorially:

“This is a secret so you have to promise not to tell anyone, kay? Not even Leon or my dad.”

Before Morgana could reply, she gasps, looking over Arthur’s shoulder with wide eyes.

Arthur turns and bites his lip as he sees Leon (now 15, and well into his initial Knight training) leaning against the wall casually, arms folded on his chest, and an eyebrow raised:

“What is it that no one is meant to be telling me, My Lord?”

Morgana stands in silence, hands folded in front of her, trying to appear as casual as possible as Arthur stutters:

“Oh... err... nothing Leon. I just wanted.... I wanted to show ‘Gana what I learnt on the piano this morning!” He hears Morgana huff behind him, she hated when Arthur called her that, and had said as much to him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Leon raises his eyebrow even further as he begins walking towards the two children:

“Is that so? Well why is that such a big secret? Don’t you want to show me too?”

As Leon stops in front of Arthur, towering over the boy, he puts his serious “I’m-potentially-about-to-tell-you-off-if-you-don’t-start-telling-the-truth” face:

“I... uhh... wanted it to be a secret! Until I get better! Then I can show you and dad!”

Morgana struggles not to mutter complaints at his terrible lying as Leon sighs:

“Arthur, what have we said about lying? It makes communication hard, and makes it difficult for people to trust you, and will only lead to problems later on. Would you like to try again?”

Arthur looks to the floor as he shuffles again, and Morgana feels just a little sorry for him. Not that she would say that.

Leon sighs once more and crouches to his level, forcing Arthur to meet his eyes. He gives the young prince a small smile as he speaks:

“If you don’t want to tell me Arthur, that’s fine. “It’s a secret for me and Morgana” is a perfectly acceptable answer. But lying isn’t. If you promise me that you aren’t doing anything naughty, then I’ll trust you, but I would feel better if another adult did know about it.”

Arthur looks up at him at that, surprised. His father would never accept Arthur keeping secrets from him. He replies quietly:

“It’s a secret for me and Morgana... and an adult does know about it... sort of. And it isn’t bad, I promise! Buuuuut-”

Arthur fiddles with his hands as he looks to his door briefly, before looking back at Leon:

“-if you promise to keep it a secret too, then you can see!-”

Arthur pulls his face into a scowl before continuing:

“-but ONLY if you promise!”

Leon hums exaggeratedly, and rubs his chin:

“Well... I promise to keep it a secret IF it isn’t naughty, or hurting anyone. How does that sound?”

Arthur’s face breaks into a grin and he nods, before opening his door and stepping inside. He quickly waves the others in and shuts and locks the door behind them, taking their hands in his own:

“You can come out now Merls, I’ve bought them!”

Leon and Morgana were astonished when a skinny, semi-grubby, obviously peasant-boy, came crawling out from under Arthur’s bed, and had to hold in gasps.

Merlin stands awkwardly as Arthur grins at him, and waves nervously to the new-comers:

“Hi... I’m Merlin. Me and Arthur are-”

Before he can finish, Arthur excitedly interrupts him:

“He’s my soulmate!”

The room is silent for a while, Merlin getting more nervous by the second, Arthur practically bouncing off the walls with excitement (and being oblivious to the awkwardness), Morgana being marginally surprised but taking it in her stride, and Leon... well... Leon was absolutely freaking out. But you wouldn’t know that from looking at him.

After only about a minute (but it feels like forever for Merlin), Leon stutters some words out:

“Arthur where did you.... why... where did you find this kid??”

Arthur looks to him in confusion as he stops jumping up and down:

“I told you. He’s my soulmate.-”

He puffs up his chest and puts his hand on his hips, looking extremely proud of himself as he continues:

“-I found him all on my own. I’ve been visiting him forever, but I wanted him to come here for once, so he could meet ‘Gana.”

Morgana breaks out her stupor at that, and looks at Arthur incredulously before looking back at Merlin:

“Hi, Merlin.” with a small smile, which Merlin returns.

Leon takes in a deep breath, wondering how the hell he was supposed to deal with this. The Prince had... kidnapped a commoner? Without anyone in the castle noticing?? What??? Nothing in his lessons trained him for this.

He shakes off his confusion and finally looks away from Merlin, and to Arthur:

“Wait... what do you mean you’ve been visiting him? When have you been going? And where?”

Arthur swayed on the spot, trying to look innocent:

“At the beginning I went when I was supposed to be napping. Then I would go when I was meant to be doing self-study. I only go once or month or so, and not for very long. Merlin’s mum is always worried about someone missing me.”

Leon takes another deep breath:

“Arthur... how did you sneak out without anyone noticing? And how did you get Merlin in?”

As much as Leon wanted to solve the problem of “there is a random commoner child in the prince’s room” thing, he was also greatly disturbed by the fact that two children, who hadn’t even hit double digits yet, had been sneaking in and out of what was meant to be a heavily fortified, guarded, castle, for years.

Arthur seems to have a realisation at Leon’s questions:

“OH! Like this!”

With that, he runs out the room, and Leon goes to follow him, but the prince manages to shut the door just before he got there.

Morgana is looking on all of this with mild confusion and shock, not really understanding what was going on, but happy to wait quietly and see what would happen.

Just as Leon goes to open the door, he hears a pop, followed by a voice from behind him:

“See!” Leon freezes and he hears Morgana gasp.

The teen turns around slowly, to see a grinning Arthur stood next to a cheerful looking Merlin:

“Uhh... Arthur, how did you do that?-”

Leon begins panicking, the only thing running through his head is “sorcery!” and whilst he would like to believe that Uther would never harm his own son, with the way he was going with the purge... there was no guarantee.

He rushes forward and grips Arthur’s shoulders:

“I need you to tell me how you did that, right now Arthur, it’s important.”

Arthur frowns as he replies:

“I told you. He’s my soulmate. I just have to want to be with him, and I can be. Merlin’s mum says it’s super rare, and that makes us special.” Morgana once again gasps at that before smiling, and speaking for the first time since she said hello to Merlin:

“I heard about that! Two of the nobles in my old home could do it. It IS rare, but sometimes soulmates can blink and be next to each other, if they wanted that!”

Arthur and Merlin nod enthusiastically at that, and Leon sags with relief, now that his mind and heart weren’t racing so much, he did remember briefly reading something about that during his studies. And if all of this was just soulmate magic... then they should be safe.

Though by the looks of the boy... probably still best not tell Uther about it. He doubts the King would be pleased about his son being bonded with a peasant.

“Ok... ok.-”

Leon turns his attention to Merlin:

“-You said your name was Merlin? Does someone know that you’re here?”

Merlin nods as he replies:

“I left a note for my mum. But I can’t be too long though, or she’ll worry.”

Leon looks surprised at that:

“You can read and write?”

“I taught him!” comes proudly from Arthur. 

Leon nods again and re-locks the door behind him, before gesturing at everyone to sit on the soft rug together.

After establishing that Merlin had only arrived just before Arthur went to fetch Morgana, Leon says that they can sit and talk for another 15 minutes or so before Merlin had to go home.

Arthur pouted at that, but a look from Leon stopped him before he actually complained. Morgana and Leon spent the time asking questions about Merlin: where he was from, and how old he was, and about his family.

Merlin was shy at first, but Arthur had been talking about Leon forever, and Morgana seemed nice, even if she did look a bit sad sometimes.

After their time was up, everyone gave Merlin a quick hug, and Arthur promised he’d try to pop over at some point next week (Leon definitely had to stop the momentary panic at that).

Merlin disappeared with a pop, and Arthur made Morgana and Leon promise not to tell once more. Once they promised, they each wondered off Morgana to an afternoon lesson, Leon to s training session, both deep in thought.

Arthur smiled to himself. He didn’t like keeping things from Leon, because he was the only one around who was any fun, and Morgana had definitely seemed happier. So his plan succeeded!

~

It continued like that for some time. Arthur was the one who went to Merlin’s most often, but occasionally Merlin would go to him.

Morgana slowly started cheering up, recovering from her grief, and the three of them (almost always overseen by an always-worrying Leon) loved spending time together, and playing in the safety of Arthur’s chambers.

Thankfully, Uther never questioned it, happy that his son and his new ward seemed to be getting along finally.

The first time Merlin woke crying from a nightmare that was filled with smoke and fire, he was twelve.

He appeared in Arthur’s room within seconds, wanting nothing but the comfort of having his soulmate next to him, and Arthur woke to the quiet sniffling of a distraught Merlin perched on the end of his bed. 

Before he’s even fully awake, he has him wrapped in a hug, and is stroking his hair in an effort to calm him.

There may not be guards stationed outside his rooms during the day, but there were at night, and would be until he turned 18 (still four and a half years away), so they needed to be quiet.

They fall asleep curled up next to each other, clutching hands, and Merlin sleeps through the rest of the night without a problem. (They both wake with a start as a servant knocks on the door the next morning, and after the quickest hug they’ve ever shared, Merlin pops away, back to his own bed.)

That begins to happen more and more often, and after a couple weeks, Merlin is sleeping in Arthur’s bed most nights. 

He isn’t quite sure if he sleeps so much better because the bed is worth more than his entire village (it’s so comfy!), or if his magic is more relaxed with Arthur by his side, but either way, the nightmares stop almost entirely.

Hunith realises fairly quickly what’s going on, and does worry briefly if going to the place his nightmares took place in was the best, but Merlin seemed happier, and less tired, and once he promised to always be back before the servants came into Arthur’s room, she was a little more ok with it.

(She also made Merlin and Arthur swear to tell Leon, just in case. She hasn’t met Leon of course, but the boys talk about him and Morgana constantly, and she was grateful that the boys had someone other than Gaius (who hadn’t actually met Merlin yet) to look out for them. At this rate, Leon wouldn’t be surprised if all of this caused him to have a heart attack before he was even officially knighted. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.)

Once Arthur finally persuades Merlin to tell him what his nightmares are about, he’s horrified. It’ll be then that Arthur will begin to be more vocal about his objection to the executions, and ask questions about magic. Uther always punishes him of course, but Arthur just learns to hold his tongue instead.

Merlin cries, Morgana smiles widely, and Leon is speechless, when Arthur tells them that:

“When I’m King, magic will be everywhere! Of course people will have to be careful with it, but in the same way us knights have to be careful with swords. Isn’t that right, Leon?”

Leon goes pale at that, and takes a few moments to respond:

“Right... well. Just.... make sure you do your research Arthur, and that you know all the facts, and do NOT, no matter what, ever tell your father about this. Do you understand?”

Arthur nods glumly. He’s tried to change his father’s mind in the past, and it got him nothing but bruised knuckles and an hour long yelled lecture and extra training hours with the knights.

Leon looks to a sniffling Merlin next, and asks him what’s wrong. Arthur holds in a worried gasp, and Morgana raises an eyebrow (even at 14, she was incredibly observant and smart, she knew what was up).

Merlin grabs Arthur’s hand, but looks up at Leon through thick eyelashes, and mumbles so quietly, Leon barely hears it:

“Promise you won’t get mad? Or hate me?”

Leon has a bad feeling that he knows where this is going, but he puts a gentle hand on Merlin’s shoulder and gives him a soft smile:

“I could never hate you Merlin, promise.”

At that, Merlin bites his lip, and glances at Arthur quickly, before looking to the fire in the hearth. Leon furrows his brow in confusion, and Morgana hides an excited smile as Merlin mumbles under his breath:

“Give me a dragon.”

Leon gasps and takes a step back as the flames flutter, as if blown by a strong wind, before morphing into a miniature dragon.

The royal sorta-siblings look on in wonder as Merlin screws his face in concentration, eyes glowing golden, and Leon stares, speechless.

After a few minutes of the dragon flying around the large fireplace, it fades back into the flames again. Morgana whispers under her breath:

“That was amazing!” and Arthur smiles proudly as Merlin takes in deep breaths. He’d never held it that long before, and it had worn him out slightly.

He looks back to Leon (who is still staring dumbly at the fire) and furrows his brows in worry:

“You did promise... you’re not scared of me are you?” He looks close to tears again, and the tremble in his voice grabs Leon’s attention once again.

The older teen gathers the three of them in a tight hug, before whispering (worried someone would hear, even though they never have before):

“Of course I’m not scared of you, Birdy (an affectionate nickname, started by Morgana, and picked up by everyone else, much to Merlin’s chagrin), you just have to promise to be careful. I promise to try my best, but if someone else finds out I probably won’t be able to protect you, Ok?”

At that he pulls back, but grips Merlin’s shoulders tightly, worry written all over his face. When Merlin only nods infinitesimally, Leon shakes him ever so slightly, and gives him a desperate look:

“OK??” Merlin nods more vigorously, and mutters out an “I understand, Leon.”

Leon lets go and sighs, looking to the floor and fiddling with his hands hidden behind his back (one of the many rules he learnt growing up as a noble: fidgeting is a sign on weakness).

He takes in a fortifying breath and moves his hands to his sides before looking out the window, noticing that it’s almost dusk and looking back to the three children with a smile:

“You best get home Merlin, it’s getting late and I don’t want your mum to worry. Same time next week, ok? Next time we see each other, I’ll be a knight.” He says it with a grin, and smiles light up on the other’s faces as well. They were young, but they knew how much this meant to Leon, especially Arthur, who was about a year into his training.

Merlin gives everyone a quick hug, lingering a little longer on Arthur (like always) before stepping back, and disappearing with a pop.

~

The secret is revealed when Merlin is 15 (Arthur being 16, Morgana being 17, and Leon being 22).

The four of them had agreed a next meeting time, like normal, though they were having to be far more careful. With Arthur being older, he was being saddled with more and more responsibilities. His training hours and lessons were longer, he was expected to travel away from the city more, and he shadowed The King whilst he undertook his duties for the rest of the day.

Uther had mentioned Arthur’s soulmate in passing a few times (that always incited a hidden smirk from Morgana, and a nervous gulp from Leon, if he was around).

But Arthur always managed to derail the conversation and avoid the topic by saying something along the lines of “Finding my soulmate is important to me father, but not as important as learning to be the best King I can be for the kingdom. I feel the pull everyday, but until I am steadfast in my abilities and duties, it will remain unimportant to me.”

Uther always looked partially sad at that, he had loved Arthur’s mother, his soulmate, very much. But mostly he is proud at Arthur’s confidence and determination and loyalty.

If only he realised that Arthur was lying through his teeth, and had decided when he was incredibly young that he would happily hand all of it over to Morgana, in order to lead a simpler life with Merlin.

Anyway.

The next meeting time had been agreed. But bandits had been sighted causing trouble a few hours outside of the city, and Arthur was called to attend an emergency council meeting.

The page didn’t leave his side for a second, leading him straight to the council-room, meaning that Arthur couldn’t pop away for even two seconds to warn Merlin not to come.

He just had to hope that the meeting was over quick, and he could escape somewhere solitary before the young Warlock came around.

He was so close.

He paid close attention during the meeting, making excellent suggestions and being generally helpful, in an effort to speed things along. This backfired in a way he didn’t quite expect.

The meeting ended, knights sent to deal with the problem in the manner decided, and councilman heading back to whatever it is they did when not in meetings (at this point Arthur still doesn’t know, and is too afraid to ask). 

The Prince had almost made it out of the door before Uther called him back in. He halts in the doorway, and Morgana, ahead of him in the hallway, looks back, giving him a fearful look and mouthing “Give him an excuse! Hurry!”

Arthur turns back to the room (now devoid of everyone but The King and himself):

“I apologise father, but I was in the middle of-”

Uther gives him a stern look, and crooks a finger towards himself:

“Come. Here.”

Arthur schools his face, appearing blank, as he re-enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He stands to attention in front of his father, and figures this is just another part of the meeting he would have to hurry along. 

He glances at the shadows on the wall quickly, he should have another few minutes, as long as Merlin didn’t get too excited and appear earlier than he’s meant to.

“I wanted to congratulate you today Arthur. You did very well-”

He places a hand on his son’s shoulder and smiles hesitantly:

“-I... I’m proud of you. You’re learning well, picking things up quickly. You understand the workings of court and council near fluently now, and Sirs Kay and Leon tell me that your combat training is going astoundingly.”

Arthur’s resolve crumbles a little at that, and he almost forgets his desperation to leave the room:

“I... thank you, father. I’m trying my best to do you and the kingdom proud.”

Uther nods firmly at that and removes his hand, stepping back, the tender moment over as quickly as it had begun:

“Good. You are dismissed for the day, go back to your studies.”

Arthur struggles to hold in a relieved sigh as he bows briefly before turning around and almost rushing towards the door. He is too late however, and just as he reaches for the doorknob, he hears the tell tale pop sound from behind him. He freezes as he hears:

“Arthur, where the hell-” quickly interrupted by his father roaring:

“WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?! GUARDS!”

Arthur rushes to turn around and grabs Merlin’s hand, pulling him to the side as guards burst through the door he was just stood in front of.

All of them raise swords at the terrified boy that Uther was pointing at, and Arthur quickly positions his body between them and Merlin:

“NO! Don’t hurt him! Please!”

Morgana rushes in just moments after the guards, and spots the boys immediately, stepping around the knights and standing next to Arthur defiantly. Uther looks affronted before yelling, red-faced:

“What is the meaning of this? Explain yourselves this instant, and get away from that beast!”

Morgana tightens her jaw as she takes Merlin’s other hand protectively in her own. She can feel him shaking, but knows he is too scared to just disappear again. She’s secretly grateful for that. If Merlin disappeared now there would be a manhunt and demands of explanations. The King might believe them if they can show him the truth (the same way the boys had shown her and Leon all those years ago).

“Please father, just listen. Merlin is my soulmate, it isn’t sorcery, we simply have a bond stronger than others-”

At Uther’s still-angry snarl, Arthur straightens his back, and takes in a breath, standing still and strong:

“You will NOT harm him. I would lay down my life before you lay a hand on him.” The guards falter a little at that, but still keep their swords raised.

Arthur hears Merlin take in a shaky breath at that, and squeezes his hand slightly. Morgana nods her agreement and Arthur gives her a brief, grateful smile as she says confidently:

“The same goes for me, if you wish to harm Merlin, or separate him from Arthur, you will have to order your guards to strike me down first.”

Uther lets out a growl at that:

“Soulmate or not, he used sorcery to appear out of thin air. That is treachery!”

Arthur huffs before shouting back:

“NO! Just ask Gaius, or Geoffrey. Occasionally, there are soulmates whose bond is stronger than normal, just ask Gaius-”

Arthur gives Uther his own growl as he continues:

“-And like I said. I would challenge you yourself, before I allowed anyone to hurt him.”

Uther slumps slightly and narrows his eyes at his son before telling one of the younger guards to fetch Gaius and Geoffrey immediately. He does however tell the other guards to keep their swords trained on the boy, and Merlin almost takes a frightened step back, only stopped by Arthur and Morgana, who hold him steady.

Arthur and Uther remain in a hard staring contest for the few minutes it takes the guard to return, Gaius and Geoffrey in tow.

Gaius glances at Merlin in surprise, but covers it quickly as he returns his gaze to The King as he growls:

“Tell me all you know of soulmate bonds.”

Geoffrey speaks first, confusion in his tone:

“My Lord?” 

Uther levels a glare at him as he yells:

“NOW!”

Geoffrey is taken aback, but replies immediately:

“Well My Lord, everyone on this earth has a soulmate, someone whose soul is bound to your own. The bonds provide a compass of sorts, meaning that one can always tell what direction their soulmate is, and, with practice, roughly how far away they are. No one is certain of how these bonds come about, though centuries of research show that they aren’t harmful in anyway, and other than incredibly rare, extreme, cases, the two whose souls are bonded are a perfect match for each other; bound to fall in love-”

Gaius jumps in here:

“And in even rarer cases, My Lord, a pair may appear whose bond is so strong, they have further... abilities. This pair of souls will be able to appear to each other at will, only needing to wish to be in the other’s presence. They are also able to disappear again, but may only transport themselves to the position they were before. Academics are even more perplexed as to how these bonds are forged, though the only known pairs with such a bond have all gone on to achieve great things.”

Gaius resists the urge to look towards the three teenagers, and keeps his placating gaze on The King, who does seem to be calming slightly. Uther looks to Geoffrey for confirmation, and the librarian nods, adding:

“It is incredibly rare sire, but possible, and proven.”

Uther is considerably less angry now, but the guards don’t relax, and neither do Arthur or Morgana as The King speaks again:

“How would one prove such a bond, and differentiate it from sorcery?”

Gaius jumps to answer this question, trying to keep control of the situation:

“Well one could simply ask for a demonstration-”

He gestures to the teenagers still huddled to the side:

“-I’m assuming that these...?-”

At Uther’s stiff nod, he continues:

“-might I ask Prince Arthur to leave the room, the door shut behind him, and demonstrate his ability?” Uther looks angry for a moment, and Morgana tightens her hold on Merlin as he takes in a scared gasp. After a few moments of deliberation, The King looks to his son and gives a slight, but firm, nod.

Arthur gives Merlin a quick smile, and reluctantly lets go of his hand before saying:

“I’m only leaving him if the guards sheath their swords, and step back-”

Uther goes to interrupt him, but Arthur continues harshly:

-And THAT, is final.”

Uther gives a nod once more, and the guards cautiously put their swords away. Arthur nods at Morgana, and she takes his place directly in front of Merlin as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Morgana can feel Merlin shaking behind her, but she grits her teeth, and squeezes his hand. She meant what she said, she would force the guards to cut her down before she allowed them to hurt her friend.

A second later, she hears the tell tale pop, and smirks slightly at the astounded look on Uther’s face, not having to look to know that Arthur was now stood behind her.

Uther still looks slightly disbelieving, but before he can say anything (or God forbid accuse his son of sorcery) Gaius speaks up:

“I have both ancient and modern literature on the subject My Lord, if you would like to read about it.”

Uther lets out a sigh, and purses his lips before looking to the physician:

“Very well. Have them ready for me tonight. Everybody out! I wish to talk to my son and this... boy.”

Gaius throws one last glance to the three teenagers, before shuffling out the room, closely followed by Geoffrey and the guards. Morgana stays in place.

Uther looks exasperated before saying:

“That includes you, Morgana. Out-”

Morgana interrupts him angrily:

“No. I will not leave. Merlin may be Arthur’s soulmate, but he’s my friend as well. I won’t allow you to hurt him, or speak down to him.”

Uther looks enraged once again, but Arthur speaks before he can start yelling again:

“I shan’t talk about it unless Morgana is allowed to remain, father. She has been nothing but loyal and protective of Merlin, and as his soulmate, I appreciate that greatly. She stays.” 

Arthur thought about demanding that Sir Leon be summoned as well, but he didn’t want to get the man into trouble, he had already done so much for them. And besides, Arthur is fairly certain that if he continues to order his Father around like this, he’ll lose his temper once more. There’s only so many demands someone can make of the King before context becomes unimportant, and it becomes a matter of pride.

Uther grits his teeth once more before nodding, and muttering out a quiet “Fine.”.

The King straightens himself, and regains his regal composure before speaking once again:

“Merlin, was it? Bring yourself forward, boy.”

Morgana goes to argue, and Arthur looks insulted, both about to retort against the tone and choice of words, but before they can say anything, Merlin pushes between them, to face Uther head on.

He gives a small bow, but maintains eye contact, and speaks once he raises again:

“Yes sire, my name is Merlin.”

Uther scowls as he looks him up and down, and Merlin can feel Arthur and Morgana fuming either side of him.

“You look like nothing but a farmer. I will not have my son and only heir, bonded to a peasant.”

Merlin goes to retort at that, indignant at having his worth as a person lowered by his class status, but before even Arthur can speak up, Morgana steps forwards angrily:

“I told you, I will not allow you to speak down to him. Merlin is a wonderful person. Kind, and compassionate, and wise beyond his years; he’s twice the man most of your so called nobles are, you will treat him with the respect he deserves, or the three of us will leave right now.”

Merlin is taken aback at that. I suppose because it’s only ever been the three of them, and Leon, he’s never really seen Morgana angry. Sure, he’s listened to her rant about the unjustness of Uther’s laws, but never anything like this. The display of somewhat aggressive protectiveness from her definitely makes him tear up a little.

Uther’s face turns red at her demand, and he looks about ready to kick off again, but Arthur steps forward, in line with Morgana (once again, leaving Merlin protected behind them):

“As she said father. Merlin is my soulmate, whether you like it or not. I will not leave him, we will not be separated, and that will never change. If you can not speak to him respectfully, then you won’t speak to either of us at all.”

Merlin takes Arthur’s shoulder and pushes himself forward again before saying quietly:

“Arthur, no, he’s your father. I don’t mind, it’s fine, maybe I should go?”

Arthur doesn’t look at him, but takes his hand wordlessly, gripping it tight as he glares at Uther (who looks slightly taken aback at the offer).

Morgana once again takes Merlin’s other hand and says:

“No. We’re resolving this now, and The King is just going to have to come to terms with the fact that someone’s status does not define their worth.” She looks pointedly at Uther at that, and the older man sighs, rubbing his eyes slightly, before gesturing to the council table:

“Fine. Arthur, Morgana, Merlin, take a seat, and we shall discuss how we plan to move forward.”

~

END OF PART 1

Part 2 is up! Part 3 is up!

Let me know what y’all think :)

[shingia]

✗ HQ BOYS DOING YOUR MAKEUP

-> this random idea popped in my head recently and i thought it was pretty cute so here it is ( ͡❛ ‿ ͡❛)

-> general plot : basically, you broke your arm and need them to do your makeup for you 

-> suna, akaashi, tsukishima, semi, bokuto, kenma

— SUNA

• he’s living his youtuber fantasy, let’s be honest here

• and by that i mean that he records every step of the process. he also does this thing where he shows the products to the camera with his hand behind to make the lens focus

• i’m pretty sure he would sit you up on the counter and make you wrap your legs around him to keep him close (bye i’m evaporating)

• getting your eyeliner right on the first try is a huge flex for him. getting it even on both eyes is an even bigger one

• and he brings this up every time you’re mad at him

• « ok yeah i forgot to make dinner. but that eyeliner from last week tho… »

• most definitely has a playlist playing in the background, and you get to choose the songs because you don’t have anything else to do

• he only realizes how much he enjoyed doing this after many hours, and he probably ends up asking you to do it again at like 1am or something

• and if you accept, watch him go above and beyond to do better than the last time, because this time he is committed

• even if he knows you’re not going anywhere btw, he doesn’t really care he just wants to take a few pictures of you before you take it off and go to bed

• (he made her promise not to say anything but he definitely asked his sister for advice just because he wanted to impress you)

• oh and, he puts too much lip gloss on purpose, because he obviously has a good idea to take half of it off :)

— AKAASHI

• obviously he immediately accepts - with your arm in a cast, you could ask him anything and he’d do it in the blink of an eye

• he insists on watching a youtube tutorial because he’s not confident enough to do it without any guidance, and he follows it diligently from a to z

• he’s probably the slowest of all but that’s just because he’s scared of messing up

• and also because he thinks you look really pretty when your face is so relaxed, he can’t help but give it a few kisses every now and then

• after every stroke of the brush, he takes a step back just to make sure that it still looks good - and it does

• he also starts humming at some point, and he would be very pleasantly surprised if you started humming with him

• he refuses to use the eyelash curler because he thinks it’s absolutely terrifying (i have to agree with him)

• however, he asks a lot of questions about the rest of the products because he’s genuinely interested and wants to learn new things

• but tbh i don’t think he would be completely clueless, for him the basics of makeup is just general knowledge

• he also keeps a few samples of your products in his bag in case you need to do touch-ups during the day

• also he cleans the brushes when he’s done <33 what a king

• and he definitely offers to do your hair afterwards since he knows you’re struggling with it too

— TSUKISHIMA

• « not doing that, no way. ask someone else » is his first reaction. but it’s just because he knows he’s going to be terrible at it

• but he accepts after a few minutes of negotiation (because he wants you to stop whining)

• so you drag him to your bedroom and sit between his legs by the window to have a better light ; honestly, it’s ideal work conditions

• surprisingly enough, he does a very good job with eyeshadow. which means that his confidence is now through the roof

• but it all goes back down in a second when he gets started on the eyeliner

• he tries to avoid this step by telling you that you would look much better without - but you really really want to see him try, so he has no choice but to give it a chance

• it looks awful

• he gets it right after his fifth try tho, but your eyes are very irritated

• because he put so much effort into this eyeliner wing, he spends the rest of the day making sure that you won’t rub your eyes and ruin his work

• although he will never admit it, he thinks it’s actually a pretty fun thing to do and he wouldn’t mind doing it again

• but he would rather do it on a day where you don’t have anything planned, because he could start making out with you without hearing that « we don’t have time for that »

— SEMI

• oh it’s definitely not the first time, he’s already pretty experimented

• which means that you don’t have to check on everything that he does, just let him do his thing and you won’t be disappointed

• he probably asks you to show him your outfit so that he can do a makeup with matching colors <3

• there’s one thing that drives him absolutely crazy, and it’s dark red lipstick. so brace yourself because he will put it on you no matter what

• oh and, remember that tongue thing he does before his serves ? yeah well he does that when he’s applying the lipstick as well

• i think he would eventually want to try bolder makeup looks, and if you’re too shy to wear them outside, he would !hype!you!up! until you change your mind

• if i’m being honest : your makeup has probably never looked this good

• it’s pretty frequent that he ends up putting on some eyeliner on himself, and he wears tf out of it

• since he can get pretty protective, he’s usually not a big fan of other people praising you. but he won’t mind if someone ever compliments your makeup

• but what semi loves more than makeup itself is that he gets to take a very good look at your face from every possible angle

• and he loves to discover new things about you, like a hidden mole next to your ear or a dimple under your lips for example

• honestly he knows your face so well that he could probably draw a realistic portrait of you without looking at any reference picture

— BOKUTO

• really really excited about it, and also honored to know that you trust him enough to do that !

• so get ready to spend the next thirty minutes sat on the bathroom floor surrounded by literally every product you own, because bokuto is very curious about a lot of things

• he is so frustrated to see all the different eyeshadow colors and not getting to use them all

• so he’ll probably ask to do your makeup another time just because he’s really intrigued by ‘this sparkly purple shade’

• he’s also very interested in touching all the different textures of your products, so he tries them all on the back of his hand (which looks like a mess by the end)

• he has a hard time finding the angle he’s most comfortable with so he probably moves a lot

• one second he’s sat in front of you, the next he’s behind your back and tilting your face up

• i think he would definitely squish your cheeks with one hand while putting lipstick on with the other

• he also needs constant approval on his work so he keeps a mirror within reach and waits for you to confirm that it looks good every now and then

• you might have to lie to him on his first tries tho, because he’s definitely not a natural (but that’s ok, he’ll get better)

• however, he is always proud of his work and shows you off 10x more than usual for the rest of the day

• and he gets really sad when you take it off in the evening (cue sad puppy eyes)

— KENMA

• if kenma’s going to do your makeup, he’s going to do it right

• both sat on your bed, he’s holding your head still with one hand on your cheek. and don’t you dare sneeze, smile or breath too loud : he needs to focus

• he is so concentrated that he even sticks the tip of his tongue out, and he has a frown on his face the whole time, like a painter working on a million-dollar canvas

• especially for mascara, he’s so scared to poke you in the eye that he requires absolute immobility

• and yes, he will get mad at you if you start to laugh or move too much, i mean come on he’s trying to do serious work here!

• but he just looks really cute when he’s so focused <3 you can’t help it

• however, he goes back to being his laid-back self as soon as he’s done. and he spends a lot of time staring at you for the rest of the day because he’s lowkey proud of the result

• also, don’t let him do your makeup in his bedroom, because the light coming from his setup is probably terrible - so you’ll have to drag him out i’m sorry

• he might lay you down on the couch and straddle you so that he can rest his elbows when he leans forward to reach your face

• oh and : seeing you wear « his » makeup and his clothes simultaneously drives him absolutely crazy

@toworuu @catwithangerissues

[supercorpkid]

Once Upon a Time in…

Storybrooke.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Emma Swan x Reader, Regina Mills x Reader, Snow White x Reader, Prince Charming x Reader.

Word Count: 2900.

Previously on the series - Neverland, Camelot

“So we’re back at square one.” You sigh, looking at Henry, while he is reading his enormous book.

“Not entirely true. We know that we have to lift the curse so you can leave, and that we have to do it fast before you become a character of the book.” He says, without raising his head at you. You’re almost arguing when a plate with at least 20 pancakes is placed before you. That stops your mind mid-rant.

“Thanks, Granny.” You smile at her, who smiles back before leaving. “Except that we don’t know who cursed the town, so I might as well embrace my fate of being a fairytale character right now and forever.”

“You know, there is another way.” He finally looks at you and you encourage him with an eyebrow raise. “Too risky and honestly? I don’t even know if they would agree to it…”

“Would you go on with it already? No need to build up the climax, we’re already past that.”

“Another curse.” Henry says and you furrow your brows. Having two curses surely doesn’t sound like the solution. “A liftable curse, of course.”

You just blink at him when he doesn’t say anything for a while.

“Ok, what if my mom cursed you into believing you’re a part of the story? You would be written into the book-” You open your mouth to argue. “But it comes from someone who knows and can undo it. So, when the time comes, she lifts the curse and you’re not in the book anymore.”

“Uh.” You think about it for a second. “Sounds like it could work. It would be like if we had a countdown watch and after your mom’s curse it would just pause it.” You say and he nods in agreement.

“The protection spell around town gets lifted and she undoes your curse right after. The countdown restarts but you would be ready to leave.” He finishes your train of thought. “Only thing is whether she will agree to this.”

“Well, we’ve got to try, right? Might be our only hope.” You’re almost out of the booth when you look at the pancakes in front of you. “Give me a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re thinking about food right now.” Henry rolls his eyes at you.

“Can’t believe you’re not.” You say inhaling the food in front of you in exactly one minute. “Ok, I’m done.”

“This was traumatic to watch.”

You ignore him and you both run out of Granny’s to Regina’s house at the end of the main street. You try to go slower so he doesn’t fall too far behind, but you’re still in front of her house way before he gets there.

“Next time, give me a ride.” He is breathing hard next to you but recovers faster than normal. “Mom? Are you here?”

“In the kitchen, kid!” You hear Emma’s voice, and you follow Henry to it. You find both Regina and Emma making breakfast together. The scene doesn’t fail to bring tears to your eyes. It’s too familiar. “Oh, you guys are together, great!”

“We think we have a, well, it’s not a solution. It’s more like a-” Henry looks at you.

“Band-aid.” You give them a forced smile.

“Let’s hear it.” Regina asks and you and Henry do your best explaining the whole thing. “So I would undo the curse and she’ll leave, huh?”

“I know it’s not ideal but-”

“But it’s pretty good.” Emma says. She comes closer to you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure about that, though?”

“No. I know nothing about magic.” You shrug. “If this was science or anything related, I would probably be sure, but this is outside my area of expertise. If you two think it could work, then I trust you to bring me back when it’s time.”

“You should know all magic comes with a price.” Regina adds.

“What’s the price?”

“We’ll learn about it later.” She raises an eyebrow at you. You think of Lena and how you need to go back home to see her eyebrow raise.

“I’ll pay.”

“Well, then hold on to it, kid.” Regina says with a smile. “You’re about to become a fairytale character.”

You and Henry look at each other. As good of an idea this was, you didn’t consider all the outcomes. You’ll become a fairytale character; you won’t remember anything about your actual life. You won’t remember your moms, aunts, cousins, girlfriend, grandmas… You know it’s what you have to do, if you ever want to make it out of this reality and back into yours, but still. Not remembering Jamie’s laugh, Maya’s kisses, Kelly’s comfort, Alex’s shoulder squeezes, Lillian’s head tilt, Eliza’s soft voice, Lena’s green eyes, Kara’s smiles, it almost makes you want to forget about this and find another way.

“Ok, the curse is ready.” Regina says and you look up, coming back from your thoughts.

“Smells funny.”

“I know, sweetheart. It's a curse. It's not meant to be pleasant.” She says, making your heart beat faster on your chest. You hold your necklace strongly in your hands; remember your family one last time. Then close your eyes.

“Yay, food!” You open your eyes and look at your moms on the other side with a stack of pancakes in front of them.

“Hey, leave some for your brother.” Regina says, stopping you before you grab all of the apple pancakes she has made.

“Fine, you can have one, Henry.” You joke, putting just one on his plate from the stack in front of you.

“Be nicer, honey.” Emma kisses the crown of your head, before sitting next to you. You smile, putting two more on his plate.

“There, you’re eating just as much as me now.”

“Listen kids, today Emma and I will be working with Mr. Gold to see if we can lift the protection spell around the city. You two will spend the day with the Charmings.”

“Oh, come on, moms. We’re old enough to help!” Henry says and you agree.

“Of course you are. And we will need your help when the time comes. Just, well, you know how is like to work with Mr. Gold-”

“Always an adventure.” You and Henry say in unison.

“Something like that.” Emma agrees looking like she wanted to disagree, instead. “Besides, I thought you had archery lessons with your grandma today?”

“Yes!” You agree, excitedly.

“And Henry, you will be hanging out with your grandpa at the station, right?” She gets his answer in the form of a nod. “Well, great, we’re all very busy today. But we’re still meeting at Granny’s tonight for dinner, ok?”

“Sure thing, mom.” You get up and kiss her head. “See you guys later, I’m late to meet grandma.” You kiss Regina’s head right after. “Bye, mom. Squirt, wanna a ride?”

“Stop calling me squirt.” Henry complains, getting up from the table. “See you later, moms.” He follows you to the front of the house. “Don’t run so fast, I just ate.”

“You know I only have two speed levels. Fast or breaking the sound barrier.” He jumps on your back and out you go, fast enough to be at the station in a blink of an eye. “See you later!”

It doesn’t take long before you and Snow White are walking in the woods close to the city. You love spending time in the woods with her. You love just sitting in silence and letting your senses become even more refined. Sure, you have super hearing, but she teaches you how to focus even on the simpler things. Leaves in the wind, steps in the woods, birds chirping. There’s no other place you feel as in peace as in the woods with Snow.

“So? How are the woods today?” She asks, hand on your shoulder.

“Was there ever a time where there wasn’t anyone in the woods doing weird stuff?” You ask, making Snow laugh loudly next to you.

“Not in Storybrooke.” Snow agrees with a smile and points a direction for you both to walk.

“How do you want to do this?” You ask, putting your bow into position and closing one eye, looking around.

“Like we shall do everything.” You look at her and she winks at you. “Together.”

You miss the shot. You try again. Your arrow breaks. You try again. You lose your temper. You try yet again.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

‘Together’ is the word to live by.

“Mom, can you help me take control of the panic attacks?” It’s late at night when you ask her that. Regina is happy that you’re asking for her help, and you two sneak into her office while Emma and Henry watch Space Paranoids.

“Remember,” She holds you, before she starts. “These are nightmares I’m putting in your mind. None of them are real. You’re safe and sound at home with us. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

“Ok.”

“But sweetheart, you’ve got to fight it. With all the strength and courage I know you have. Concentrate and fight it.” Regina says, and you nod, closing your eyes.

Your mind is filled with visions. Terrible ones, by the way. You see people dying, by shot guns and swords. It’s a war inside your mind. You know it’s not real, but the feeling is the same. You try to run but your legs feel wobbly and weak, and you fall on your knees. There’s a pool of blood under you and when you look to the side you see Henry with glassy eyes, completely lifeless.

“NOOOO!” Your heart starts beating into your ribcage, as you shake before reaching for him. “Please, please don’t be dead.”

“Concentrate. Focus.”

“HE IS DEAD! IT’S MY FAULT!” You yell, with tears wetting your face.

“It’s not your fault.” Regina says in your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”

“HENRY! PLEASE COME BACK!”

“What’s going on?” You hear his voice. Regina has already stopped filling your mind with visions, but still you see his glassy eyes staring at you. “Hey, open your eyes. I’m here.”

You see him. But your body is still reacting harshly to the vision. You cry and shake. You’ve failed, but you’re not the one to back down.

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

You’ll overcome your fears.

“Hey honey!” Emma wakes you up, with an excited greeting, and you roll to the side not opening your eyes just yet. “I could really use your help with something.”

“What is it?” You mumble, still too sleepy to talk.

“We’ve gotta help Ella. And I thought we could have some mother-daughter bonding time.”

“You’re my mother. Isn’t that enough of a bond?” You ask, as a joke, and you get a chuckle in response.

“Come on. It would be much faster if you could fly around and find her for me. Otherwise I would have to use magic to find a shoe and then more magic to track her, and then-”

“Oh my God, ok. I’ll help.” You get up and get ready in seconds. “I know you just want my help because I’m faster than the Flash.”

“Faster than a flash, honey.” Emma corrects you. “Let’s go!”

So you find Ella, just before her evil stepmother shoots her, and you stand tall in front of her because you’re indestructible, and your mom uses magic to contain her evil stepmother, and it’s just another day in Storybrooke. You know, for a really small town, there’s always something going on in here.

“Saving the town with my kid.” Emma throws her arms around your shoulders with a smile. “What mother could ask for more?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I think being saved probably doesn’t sound so bad.” You complain, getting a tight squeeze from her.

“Sitting around waiting to be saved, with no idea whether someone’s actually going to come for you-” She sighs, loudly. “Trust me, I know doing all the saving all the time sounds exhausting. But waiting around is-is as bad as it can get, honey.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Day after day. Week after week. Month after month.

Heroism comes first.

“Are you ready?” Snow asks and you agree excitedly. Bow and arrow ready to shoot. You look at her getting in position. “Together.”

You nod, and you two aim at the same spot. Both of the arrows travel together and land side by side in the middle of the target. You smile, excited. “I feel like the Green Arrow!”

“Who’s that?” Snow asks and you look at her furrowing your brows.

“I-I don’t know.” You think and think about how that name just easily left your mouth. Huh. Weird.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Here comes the town’ superhero!” Emma says when you walk in the kitchen.

“Here is the town’ savior!” You answer with a smile.

“I could use your help out there today, kid!” She widens her smile.

“Doesn’t this town have enough heroes?” You sit next to her, and she kisses the crown of your head, before placing a plate of hot waffles in front of you.

“But only one is super.” She winks, making you giggle in excitement. You’re convinced right away.

Days. Weeks. Months.

“Focus. Concentrate.” Regina says, close to your ear. And you breathe deep trying to do so.

“It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear.”

“And when the wind blows, or it's raining, or someone's shooting arrows at you. Yes, concentration's hard. That's the point.” She bumps her shoulder on yours. “Sweetheart, you told me you needed help.”

“And I do.”

“Then let me help.” She runs her fingers through your hair slowly. “The world will always throw disappointments, sorrows and pain on our backs. It’s our job to learn how to handle them. I worked very hard for my first reaction to be as Regina and not as the Evil Queen.”

“I know, mom. You said that a million times.” Your answer makes Regina lose her cool a little. And you smile, apologetic. “I’m sorry, you’re right. I asked for help. I need to know how to handle the pain. Please, I’m ready to go on.”

“Close your eyes.” She asks again and you comply. “Are you ready?” You shake your head in agreement.

You see images. Like a lucid dream in your mind. Regina is using magic to alter what you see. And you see destruction, death everywhere. You see Snow’s head detached from her body, Emma bleeding with a sword on her heart, the only thing left from Charming is his hand, still clinging to his sword.

You should be ready by now. In fact, you should be used to it somehow. It’s not the first time you and Regina do this kind of exercise. But it doesn’t matter how many times you see your family bleeding out, totally lifeless in front of you, every single time, without fail, makes your heart beat faster, your lungs stop working, you shake, you start crying and hyperventilating, ready to destroy everything.

“Focus! No fire from the eyes.” You hear Regina’s voice and you come back to yourself a little bit, just to hold back your first reaction. It’s always the eyes.

“But mom is dead.” You cry out, clenching your fist.

“Concentrate. You can do it.”

You can do it.

You kneel before Snow’s head. Breath in while counting to 3. Hold your breath for 3 seconds. Breath out in the same amount of time. You know this isn’t real. Snow is home, and safe. You’re not in the enchanted forest. Nothing here is real.

You unclench your fist. Steadying your breath. You fight the images. Snow’s head goes back to her body. Charming’s hand disappears. Emma opens her eyes.

“You can do it.” You hear again. And you feel the thump in your heart settling back in your ribcage. Beating normal again. Soon enough the entire thing vanishes in front of your eyes. You open your eyes again. Your hands are still shaking a little, but you’re home with your mom, and you’re safe. She smiles fondly at you. “See? I knew you could do it.”

“I did it. I stopped my panic attack.” You say with excitement planted on your face and she hugs you tightly. It doesn’t matter how many months it took you to do so, you still did it.

“How about we celebrate? Guess who lifted the town’s protection spell this morning?”

“Wait, really?” Your eyes widen in excitement.

“Yes! You know what that means?” Regina asks, and you can barely contain yourself, jumping up and down.

“Pizza from the neighborhood city!” You squeak. “Can I go get it? Please mom, let me go get it!”

“Here.” Regina gives you the money. “Bring enough for your grandparents. And Belle. Maybe Hook too. Just anyone who happens to be at Granny’s.”

“So basically the entire city?”

“Basically.” She smiles and you’re almost out the door, when you look back at her and add.

“Did I have any plans for when we could leave town?” You think and think, but nothing comes to mind. “It’s weird, I swear I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“Maybe to give mom a kiss?” Regina asks and you smile. Rushing to her and hugging her, before kissing her forehead.

“Yeah, it was probably just a kiss.” You chuckle.

Days. Weeks. Months.

[atinysunbaby]

Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, death, slight mention of sexual assault, fluff.

Words count : 3.4k

Previous 《 Chapter 2

Masterlist

Chapter 3

Present

"Alright talk to you later! I need to get to class." Niki a girl I met in one of my class tells me before running off. She's really sweet and welcomed me, she made me comfortable.

It was fun to be with her for a while, but now I gotta go to my korean class. I'm still lacking a lot and I'm a bit nervous about it.

I get the necessary from my locker and hurry to my next lesson. I take a seat at the back, relieved from not having to be in front of the room and be the center of attention.

Everyone patiently waits for the teacher to arrive, but after ten minutes I figure that they're just late. I open my book and start working a bit in it, trying to prepare myself.

My face down, so concentrated that I don't know the period started already and the teacher has finaly arrived. They don't notice me and go on with their lesson. On the other side, I become lost in my own thoughts, my work long forgotten. I sigh for the ninth time, feeling like an idiot because of what happened earlier today.

An hour ago

"Sorry- I gotta go!" I begin to walk away, but a hand suddenly grabs my arm. I freeze from the contact, my breathing quickening. The boy soften his hold, feeling my panic. "It's okay. I just need to know if you're alright to go on your own, you don't seem to be feeling very well?"

It's San, he speaks cautiously, not wanting to make me any more nervous. Since I don't give him an answer, he turns me around by tugging me a bit towards him. I keep looking away and he sighs. "Ok then, let's go!"

Before I have the chance to comprehend what he's saying, he has already gathered all his belongings and is ready to go. "Lead the way, new girl!"

He smirks satisfied with himself and I nod, understanding that I won't convince him otherwise.

We walk side by side, keeping a safe distance between us after I panicked again. Seeing me so jumpy, he suggested we put some space in the middle so our arms wouldn't brush together against one another. I'm grateful that he noticed my discomfort and he's respecting my boundaries, not everyone would do that.

"So.. have a nice class, we'll see each other again sone other time!" He makes himself sound cheerful to put a smile on your face, you look so sad. Your frown doesn't last long though, his dimples and cute behavior spreading warmth into your heart. You smile at him softly, thanking him for walking you to your class and being so nice. "Don't worry about it. If someone is causing you trouble though come find me ok?"

"Y-yeah ok- bye!" With that I hurry into the classroom, leaving San dumbfounded in the hallway. He shrugs it off and walks to where his next period is, a weird feeling in his chest. You listen to his footsteps fading, sighing in relief. It felt like you were about to burst from nervousness, almost couldn't think and you left pretty rudely.

Present

My head slips from my hand and I suddenly am not tired anymore, it's my first day I can't fall asleep and make a bad first impression. I don't want to seem rude to the teacher either, also the rest of my classmates seem to be well focused, I should try and do the same.

I'm not really good at korean, but I can manage so I'm thankful to my mom for making me take lessons a few years back.

I open my book and take out a pen to write down notes. Then I direct my eyes at the front and I make eye contact with the teacher and my heart misses a beat. I feel like puking. I was so lost in my thought I didn't recognize his voice, how could I be so careless and not notice his presence. James.

But seriously what in the actual fuck? Kath definitely forgot to mention his job was teaching. I can't stand being here. There's no way that for the rest of the year, he's gonna roam around school and have more opportunity to ruin my freaking life.

For the rest of the period I jumped at every single noise made. I couldn't concentrate and was afraid he might try something. The bell is about to ring and I hurry to get my things, I wanna be the first out of here.

Brrring!! Brrring!!

This is my cue! Let's get the fuck outta here. I stand and make my way to the door as fast as I can, but of course he probably planed this. "Y/N not so fast, I need to have a word with you first."

I grit my teeth and hesitate, but I don't have a choice. If I disobey him, he can always catch me at home. I turn around annoyed and definitely scared to death, walking then stopping next to his desk.

When the last student is out, he walks around me to close the door, he also locks it. Maybe it would've been a better idea to run, I think it's too late now. I refrain myself from crying, clutching my books as hard as I can.

He comes behind me and push my hair to the side, kissing my shoulder and then my neck. I can't help but let out the sob I was holding in, closing my eyes tightly together and clenching my teeth. I keep having flashback from the night before and it triggers something in me. I try to escape him, hitting him with the back of my head.

He catches my arm before I even have the time to go past him. I cry out before letting a scream, but sadly he saw it coming because he already have his hand on my mouth. He forcefully bend me over his desk and harshly try to take my clothes off.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

My eyes widen and I feel his bidy tense against my backside. I hope and pray for someone to distract him while I run away or help me. Please!

"Just a second, I'm with a student!" He answers. Then he bends over me to reach my ear and whispers. "If you say anything I won't hesitated to kill you or your aunt."

My mouth goes dry and I nod helplessly. He let's go of me, harshly shoving my head down signaling for me to stay put. Then he advances towards the door and for a second I wonder about what I should do. The better option in my mind at this moment is to get closer to the exit and that's exactly what I do.

I stay behind and try to peak from his shoudler and a wave of relief hits me when the door is finally open. It seems to happen so often these days, tears brimming my eyes once again.

He's here! San's here and he can help me! His eyes meet mine right away and he clenches his jaw. I easily notice something wrong, he seems to be holding himself back, forcing a smile on his face despite looking mad. "Sorry to interrupt, I just need the homework sheet please~ I missed this class earlier."

My heart sinks. Of course, he barely knows me, why would he try to help, not that he could possibly know that anything bad is going on.

"Of course, give me a minute." James turns around to come face to face with me, he mouths for me to stay right there and not try anything and then he goes to get the homework. I look at the ground, not knowing where else to look. I shouldn't leave now, what if he really kills my aunt or me.

Out of nowhere, a hand grabs my wrist, it pulls me and I almost let out a scream. When I realise it's San though, I shut my mouth. There's a spark going through me at his contact, but I push it aside. My heart beats loudly, so much that I'm afraid he could hear it.

To my surprise, I instantly calm down when we make eye contact and it's like he doesn't need to say a word, I understand that he's going to help me. He pushes me softly behind him, seeing as the men inside the room is about to come back.

When James comes back, he sees the young boy hiding me protectively and becomes absolutly pissed. He hands San the sheet of paper or more like shove it into his face and when he grabs it James doesn't let go. "Choi San, I think you really should mind your own business."

His name makes me feel all tingly usually, like I have butterflies in my stomach, but hearing it coming out of this disgusting man's mouth makes me wanna puke.

James takes a few steps towards us and without realizing, I grab San's shirt tightly in between my fingers and move closer to him. He feels so warm, and he looks so strong. I feel safe. It's like the world around me stopped moving for a second, while I analyse his every features.

I'm bringed back to earth when the door slams, I don't even jump from the sound, I feel like nothing could scare me right now.

"He's gone." The soft voice of the boy makes me lean in even closer. Was it that easy? Is he really letting me go just like that?

San's POV

I'm furious! I've never been this mad before, I feel my blood boil and I'm scared that I might kill him. I'm really restraining myself from ripping his head off. I felt her emotions, she was frightened. I heard her cries and know what he was about to do.

Now isn't good time to commit murder. I manage to calm myself when I feel her grab the back of my shirt. Taking a few deep breaths, I watch the teacher in front of me. Now that my anger is under control I can tell him to fuck off, but before I have the time to do anyhting, he slams the door in my face. "He's gone."

I tell her gently to not scare her, even though she knows. I shake my head then look down and I feel myself almost loose control all over again. Her body is so close to mine, it's overwhelming. She looks right into my eyes with a cute pout, her eyes are teary and she tries to move closer to me, but it doesn't work because she's already glued to my side.

I can't resist any longer and pet her hair, taking her hand in mine. She looks at it then back up, only to try to hide her face in shyness, but it's no use. I already saw her blushing and I laugh softly at her adorable reaction. "Come on~ I'll take you home alright?"

I patiently wait for her answer, rubbing the top of her hand in comfort with my tumb. She smiles shyly and nods cutely in response. My heart almost bursts, her cuteness is gonna kill me. She looks like a baby kitten, and I can't help but feel the need to take care of her, to protect her.

Y/N's POV

We're really holding hands, and I just met him today. It's crazy to think that in a matter of less than an hour with him, I felt more emotions then I ever felt in years. I just feel so comfortable with him, it scares me a little.

I feel a bit disappointed to know I won't see him for long after he'll drop me off home, but I'm happy he offered. I weirdly want to stay with him, the need to keep him close growing stronger the more we get closer to Kath's house. I know it sounds completely insane, but I can't help it, his presence makes me happy and relaxed.

We've been walking for about twenty five minutes and none of us uttered a word. It's not an awkward silence though, it's comfortable.

When we're in front of the house he turns to me and I clear my throat trying to look unbothered. Without saying a word, he takes my face in his hands and looks into my eyes for a few seconds, I watch him intensely, my pulse speeding up in nervousness. He smiles ever so slightly, sighing before leaving a kiss on my forehead. Shivers run through my body and I hum in satisfaction.

This time when I look back up, he's grinning widely and his pretty dimples show. I almost reach up to poke them, but resist the temptation with a lot of efforts. San watches me with a look I can't read and then he takes my wrist without putting to much pressure on it, bringing my hand up to his face. He makes my finger poke one of his dimple after forcing them to come out again. I giggle at the sweet gesture, his skin feels soft under my fingertip and my skin heats up in embarrassment.

He reads me so easily, yet it doesn't bother me, I like it, but I can't help the slight nervosity. "T-thank you San."

Hearing me say his name, it makes the boy feel weak and he would give and do anything I asked. His heart flutter and mine does as well, but we're ignorant to each other's thoughts and emotions.

"I need to go home now, but I'll see you tomorrow at school hmm? If there's anything, just call me. Here I'll give you my number!" He reaches for my phone and I give it to him without a second thought. He puts it back into your hands when he's done, clearing his throat and looking somewhat unsure of something. "I- uhh.. would it be ok if I hugged you?"

He asks and I answer by wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. San stays surprised for a second, but quickly holds me closer to his body. I don't notice him smelling my hair and neck when he buries his nose in it, just thinking he's resting his head there. Instead, I take advantage of that moment to imprint it in my brain.

"Ok I'll see you tomorrow! Have a good night and sleep well~" He says after we let go of each other, waving at me and going on his way back. I watch his figure retreat, not going inside until I can't see him anymore.

I haven't felt this good in a while, maybe even never. I stay there for a few minutes, smiling like an idiot, but my happiness is cut short when I hear a car, a car that I could recognize anywhere.

My legs react quicker than my mind and I run inside. Kath is shocked to see me in such a hurry, but I don't have time to explain. I skip a few steps while speeding up the stairs almost tripping in the process.

The moment I close my bedroom door, I hear the front door slam so hard I can feel the walls shake. Then there's voices becoming louder and louder, sounding like they're arguing. I stick my ear to door trying to hear what they're saying.

It goes on for a while, there's some words I can distinguish. After the first few minutes, I came to the conclusion that it's all about me. I heard my name a few times and something about schoo-

BANG!!

I jump and gasp so hard I almost choke on air, the sound hurted my ears and I can hear a slight ringing noise. When I regain my full focus, it's suddenly quiet. What I heard was definitely a gun shot and no one can tell me otherwise. What the fuck? I try to understand the situation, listening again to the noises outside my room, but it's dead silence. After a few seconds though I hear the footsteps, someone coming up the stairs, slowly so that I can feel every squeek of every step making my insides turn.

It can't be anyone else but James and if the sound I heard was definitely a gunshot then what he said was true. He would kill me or my aunt... So it means that he killed her and now he's coming for me!

Fuck what do I do? I need to escape right now! I run to the window, trying to not make any noise. By the time I'm opening it, the steps get closer. He's almost here!!

I never felt so scared in my whole entire life, my breath his shaky and uneven, my eyes and face are wet with tears. I can barely stand on my feet from how weak my legs are, trembling almost to the point that I'll pass out, but I push through.

The window's half open, but I manage to push myself out anyways. Then I slide to the edge of the roof. It's high, but that's the only way for me to stay alive. I close my eyes, preparing mentally. At the same time, the sound of my bedroom door being opened is heard.

I don't have to think twice before jumping. The landing is harsh, successfully arriving on my unsteady feet, but I almost immediately loose balance and fall on my back. The air is knocked out of me, coughing and trying to get oxygen back into my lungs, but it's forgotten just as fast when the front door his opened. I rush to get the fuck up and run as fast as I possibly can.

My head turns in every direction trying to find an escape route, but there's nowhere to go, my only option is the forrest. No time to think, I let my body move on it's own, brain too overwhelmed. I run directly into it.

It's about twenty minutes later and I keep running, scared that if I stop he'll catch me. I can't feel my legs, my lungs are about to burst, and sobs leave my body every once in a while. The sky has gotten dark and I became paranoid, every little noise makes me go faster.

When I finally stop, it's because my foot gets caught on a root. I fall to the ground violently, but I push the pain aside trying to look around and see if he found me. My breath is quick and short, it's worse than ever. I suddenly feel bile rise in my throat, and the next second I empty my stomach on the ground.

After, I feel exhaustion take over me. I don't wanna fall asleep, I can't! I need to keep going or he's going to kill me too. Knowing my life is at risk isn't what makes me move forward, I see his face, I need to see him. San. I wanna live so I can see him again.

So I get up and instead of running since I can barely see anything, I walk, but fast. Stumbling into trees and falling a couple of times, but each failure I get back up.

A while later, I find myself close to a small lake with a waterfall, the moon as my only light. The sound of animals soothing me, maybe it's the place where I'll die. It's peaceful here, I like it. I just wish I could see it while the sun shines and illuminates everything.

I'm freezing, it's so cold I can barely feel my feet and hands. I'm shaking hard and I'm hungry, thirsty, tired, scared. What a way to die huh? I'm even starting to hallucinate. I see a wolf, it's black and so pretty.

"Hii~ You're so cute!" My voice hoarse and my throat hurts, but I smile anyways. I try to reach for it, wanting to feel its soft fur. Its head tiltes and he approaches me. He smells my leg before whining and nudging my hand with its snout.

When my hand finaly comes in contact with it, I hum in content. My eyes closing slowly, no longer fighting against the exhaution and after sometime I loose conciousness.

Next 》 Chapter 4

[iwishicanbeagoodpianist]

the Wifilcon and the Winter Router

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC/Reader Summary: When Bucky learns that his neighbor has been stealing his wifi for months. Warnings: None A/N: I'm not a fanfic writer at all, this, like all my stories, are adaptations to fanfics. My original stories are not written in english, so this is also a translation. please do not repost my work

For an instant, Bucky thought that the knocking he was hearing was coming directly from his head, I mean, it wouldn't be the first time his mind played tricks on him, but he realized that the sound was actually coming, unluckily for him, from his apartment door. Oh no no no no no no no, I just got back from putting up with Sam for almost 6 full weeks, I don't need interaction with more people for now.

Bucky thought for a minute to ignore the sound, to wait for the person to give up and leave, anyway he didn't spend many days on this apartment, almost no one had seen him leave or enter the building and he had no contact with the neighbors, only with the lady on the 7th floor who once lost one of her cats, which ended up in Bucky's apartment, accidentally. Not that I found the cat in the alley and actually brought him to my apartment, it doesn't mean that I stole the cat, he was in the street by himself, I rescued him.

When the banging on the door stopped and Bucky thought he could breathe calmly again, a voice between altered and annoyed was heard all the way to the living room where he was sitting trying to overcome his third panic attack and fourth existential crisis of the day .

-"I know you're in there! I saw you coming in a few hours ago! I've been waiting for days for you to come back!"-

More out of instinct than anything else, Bucky pulled out the knife hidden in his right boot as he slowly backed away from the door. Do I really have a spy as a neighbor? Should I call Sam? Is he in danger too? Never mind now, you need an escape route Bucky, concentrate, third floor, window to the alley, 2 minutes max, the bike is parked far away, I'll have to run, but to where, rendezvous point, safe place, think....

- "for God's sake, open the door, I need you to pay for your fucking internet plan, I'm in the last season of my series and I need to know if Carolina died or not!"-

- "The internet?"- Between the andrenaline from escaping and the shock of not understanding what was happening Bucky spoke louder than an assassin, with over 60 years of experience, should have spoken. Oh, shoot.

-"Yes! Your wifi, I need it to finish watching my series"-

Whispering "wifi" to himself, Bucky tries to remember where he has heard that word before, this is what I get for never listening to Sam when he talks to me. But before he can continue his mental analysis of all the conversations with Sam about such stupid things as his favorite American Football team, the New Orleans Saints, that I remember, to how Antonio could possibly leave María on the last episode of the 6 o'clock telenovela of which Sam is a fan, his apparent "neighbor" spoke up again:

-"Jesus Christ, can you open the door? So we can resolve this like adults"-

Bucky resigned to the fact that he has given his position to the "enemy", walks to the door and opens it waiting for his death. Well at least if I die I won't have to listen to Sam again talking about Antonio and María. But on the other side of the door, there was a woman, who in her pajamas, very unthreatening but cute, was watching him as if he were a ghost but still with defiance in her eyes, in one breath she introduced herself and continued her speech about her complaint to Bucky:

-"As I was saying, I need you to pay for your internet"-

-"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I understand what you mean"- mumbled Bucky.

- "Good Lord"- To Bucky's surprise his neighbor, pushes him and enters his home, well not so much a home home, more like the headquarters of his secret club, of which he is the president, vice president and only member, the point is that it is his place, where he can (and wants to be alone), as she lives here. This must be a dream, maybe I hit my head too hard in the last mission and I am unconscious in the hospital.

Crossing the room, Bucky's unwanted visitor looks around searching for something while whispering the words "I see you are quite minimalist, but maybe this is too much, someone urgently needs to look for some inspiration on Pinterest". She stops abruptly in front of the shelf where, in theory, a TV should go, while shouting: "EUREKA", she bends down and picks up a white device which has two antennas and like a million little blinking lights, damn, that looks like something out of a spaceship, I'm being watched by aliens? I'm being spied on by Kree?

-"This is your router, this is where the internet signal comes from, which I need you to pay for so I can finish watching my series"-.

Bucky, still in shock for the third time in less than 15 minutes, as he processes the idea that perhaps Thanos' unknowing twin is spying on him for a second invasion of earth and revenge for his brother's death. He can only nod to his now more relaxed and happy neighbor.

-"Perfect, thanks! I need to check the food I left in the oven, I'll talk to you later"- and as quickly as she came she left through the same door, leaving Bucky with more doubts than answers, peeking down the hallway, he realizes that she is the neighbor who lives next door, to his right. When Bucky comes out of his initial stupor, still not fully understanding what is going on, he decides to take his cell phone out of his pocket and call his own personal Google to solve his doubts about this century: Sam Wilson.

-"Hey Buck! What's up?"-how does he always manage to sound so happy? focus Buck.

-"What the hell is a router and why do I have one in my house?"- somehow Bucky manages to formulate, although maybe his voice cracked a little on the last words.

-"That thing's been there for at least two months and you didn't even notice it? Have you even paid the bill?"-

-"You put this in here? Without telling me????"- maybe Sam is also a Kree? Who can I trust now? It's all a trap?

Listening to Bucky's accelerated breathing, Sam tries to explain to him slowly, that in this century life without internet is not life, but obviously as Bucky does not even know how to set the alarm on his own cell phone, he was in charge of buying the router and creating the contract with the company so that, the 106 year old man could have his personal network at home. He had given it the name but he had not given it a password so that Bucky himself could set it up later. "I am an excellent friend, I mean co-worker, if I may say so"

-"Sorry man, after all that happened, we got called for a mission and I forgot to tell you, do you have your laptop over there? I'll help you set up a password, so your neighbors won't steal your internet anymore"- and with that comment everything started to make sense in Bucky's slightly screwed up but functional mind about the events with his seemingly non-spy and harmless neighbor.

Meanwhile Bucky was trying to remember his own password to unlock the laptop in front of him, also courtesy of Sam. "Bucky, when you learn about online banking and that you can pay your rent, electricity, phone and everything with a click of your computer, you will thank me". It should be noted that Bucky hasn't used that laptop once, like a good 100 year old grandpa he goes to the bank to make his deposits and pay his debts, which obviously consisted only of electricity, water, gas and phone because the man had no idea that there was a device in his house that spit out internet, apparently only his next door neighbor knew this. Buck tells Sam how he thought his router was an alien device and how he thought his neighbor was a KGB agent coming to kill him. "Relax Buck we all have undesirable neighbors that steal our internet signal sometimes", well undesirable is not the word I would use to describe her but ok.

When Sam finally explains to him how to connect his computer to the internet, Bucky can finally see the name that his wonderful co-worker, not friend, because he could never be friends with someone so stupid as to think that the name "THE WIFILCON AND THE WINTER ROUTER" was a good name.

- "my god Sam, you're such an asshole!"-

-"HEY! That's a great name!"- Sam responds with as much indignation as possible, he's the best at naming everything from dogs to wifis.

- "I can't believe you're Captain America, I can't believe we're even friends"- Bucky really can't understand his luck to have friends, well, co-workers whatever.

- "Well excuse me but we're co-workers..."-

- "Well, take this call as my formal resignation, bye"-

-"Wait a minute Buck..."- Bucky ended the call, to finish -his self-imposed- punishment of listening to Sam Wilson talk for over an hour. At least I asked him how to use the bank's website to pay for the internet. Suddenly, without warning and without explanation, the memory of his neighbor is lodged in his head, her hair in a ponytail, her reading glasses, pink shorts, her sweater from some university of which he can't even remember the name because he was watching out for other things... that she wouldn't kill me obviously, he was watching out that she wouldn't pull a knife out of her back and kill me right there. The message on his laptop indicating that he can now set a new name and password to his wifi distracts him enough to stop thinking about his sweet and cute non-spy neighbor and how she would look with her hair down and her glasses off.

Still with the sweet feeling in his chest and the desire to see her again he writes as the new name of the wifi, while laughing:

"If you want free internet, you owe me at least one free dinner"

After paying the internet debt and closing the laptop, Bucky gets up hoping to find something edible in the kitchen, while leaning over to look inside his fridge and analyzing how bad it would be to eat a fried egg with pasta and sriracha, he hears again a knock on the door, but this time it does not cause Bucky the anguish and anxiety that caused him the first time, but quite the opposite.

-"Open the door Winter Router! I prepared chicken pot pie for dinner"-.