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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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Thanks @simpforsauron for the prompt hope you enjoy ❤️

Steve took a deep breathe before entering the diner, when Dustin told him that Nancy wanted to talk to him about us Steve had been very reluctant. He loved Nancy sure, but he didn't want to get back together with her and now that her and Jonathan had decided they were better as friends he was worried Nancy was trying to relight the old flame.

He saw Nancy had arrived before him, sitting in a booth looking nervous. He sat down across from her, "Look Nancy you know I love you but I don't think that we shoul-"

"I think I like girls, Steve."

Well. That certainly wasn't what Steve was expecting.

"I know that Dustin said that you wanted to try again with us but-"

"Woah woah woah, Dustin told me that you wanted to try again?"

"That little troublemaker!"

"Wait you like girls?"

"Yes, I think, well I still like guys I'm pretty sure, I know I liked you, but well, recently there's been this girl and well I know that you were cool with Robin so I thought you'd be cool with this."

"You can like both Nance, it's ok, I do too, apparently it's called being bisexual."

"Yeah, saw that in the library, so, you know how I'm feeling?"

"Yeah, there's um, there's been this guy recently."

"Is it Eddie?"

"Yeah, is it Robin."

"Yeah."

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Eddie and Robin had started going to the diner for a weekly "be sad over our straight crushes" meeting. Milkshakes made it better they guessed and it felt good to talk about them to someone.

"I can't believe you're in love with my best friend, Eddie."

"Hey you're in love with my best friend so we're even."

Right now though they wished that they'd gotten ice cream instead of milkshakes, because there in the window was Nancy and Steve smiling at each other.

"Are they getting back together?"

"They sure look like they're on a date."

"Fuck."

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"He's so pretty, Nancy."

"You've said that ten times today, Steve."

Nancy had started visiting Family Video more often lately and now the two of them were watching Eddie and Robin argue over whether Rocky Horror or Little Shop of Horrors was better.

"Hey I had to listen to you wax poetry about Robin yesterday."

"Shut up."

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They'd decided that the adults needed a party without the kids for once. They were all sitting around Steve's living room all a bit tipsy and some of them a little buzzed.

"Truth or Dare, Nancy."

"Dare, do your worst, Steve."

"Kiss the prettiest person in the room."

Robin had rolled her eyes while Eddie looked dejected both thinking this was just an excuse for them to kiss each other and reveal their relationship that had become painfully obvious.

Nancy turned towards, Steve.

"Steve?"

"Yes, Nancy?"

"Could you move so I can get to Robin."

Steve smiles getting up and walking over to sit next to Eddie while Robin goes wide eyed and red.

"Is this ok?"

"Y-yeah."

Nancy kissed Robin softly on the lips.

"I've been wanting to do that for awhile."

"What? But aren't you and Steve back together? Wait aren't you straight?!"

"No and no, Steve and I are just friends and um well I worked out I'm bisexual, if that's ok."

"Ok! Of course it's ok, could you maybe kiss me again?"

Nancy goes back to kissing Robin giggling.

"Sorry man, I really thought you'd managed to get back together with her."

"No just friends. I ah well, I kind of have my eye on someone else."

"Oh you do? Who's the lucky lady, Stevie?"

"Just some metalhead I know."

"Oh. Oh."

"That ok too?"

Eddie doesn't answer Steve instead choosing to turn towards Steve kissing his soundly on the lips.

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The next week all four of them went to the diner together.

#steddie #ronance #ty for the prompt ❤️#stranger things #stranger things s4 #st4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things season 4 #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #miscommunication #steddie ficlet #ronance ficlet #ficlet

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mambalae-s · 1 year

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hi hi mamba, i want to start this off with a congrats and a thank you so much for putting in the work and the energy to do this event. i really appreciate it so much and i'm so so proud of you. you're doing wonderful, darling !

for your event, i actually can't decide myself so i'm going to give you the choice to pick for me between toji and satoru from jjk - (i really really hope you're not indecisive and are able to work well under pressure ! but you can let me know if you need me to choose one);

this might need a bit of a trigger warning, but something i'm still learning to love about myself is my weight and my body. i kinda struggle with my eating habits a little bit sometimes and i won't go into detail but it's something that i'm working on :)

as far as my personality goes, i would describe myself as someone who speaks her mind and usually doesn't hold back from doing so (mostly bc i think honesty is the best policy in any kind of relationship). and um this might be kind of contradicting, but at the same time i also isolate myself from loved ones when i'm feeling down or pressured and keep everything to myself bc i don't like arguing/conflict. my friends describe me as having a sarcastic sense of humour and say that i roll my eyes a lot but they also think i'm very very sweet because i flirt with them often just for fun hehe. i'm mostly an introvert because i need to have my alone time but when i'm feeling charged then i'm able to make friends very very quickly. and my dad says it's because i'm empathetic and always know what to say when it comes to ppl hehe. (ahh this is getting too long... i just love talking about myself. i'll try wrapping it up quickly!) some other things you should know about me: i'm a hopeless romantic, don't like horror, am a total daydreamer, i write romance, fanfiction, and poetry, pink is my favourite colour, i'm a lipgloss/lipstick addict (and collect them for fun even when i don't need them), spring is my favourite season, my love language is physical touch, i'm an infp, and if it's important for the moodboard i'm south asian!

let's keep this sfw for ease, so i'll end it by describing my dream date with both men. you can then choose which one you'll do!

1. i know satoru's really really tall, but i just picture toji being taller and bigger in my head so i have this headcanon that i'm like half his size (for reference, i'm 5'3-ish) and in my head we are just grumpy x sunshine couple all the way. dream date with toji would be us going to the amusement park (my fav place on earth) and just being kids tbh. i'd force him to wear cutesy animal headbands and ride the rollercoaster and the ferris wheel with me and we'd stand in long long lines just talking and he would probably whine and complain about everything but he'd put up with it for me (also i'd probably manipulate him with my big eyes and my own bratty attitude ^^)

2. with satoru, i feel like since he's pretty childish in a relationship, i'd definitely act more bossy/mature with him as a result. (he'd look so pretty taking orders, wouldn't he?) dream date with satoru would just be a stay at home date. we'd start off by cooking dinner and dessert together, then have a spa night, and end it by doing a disney movie marathon together. he's so money i just have the urge to show him that we can do things without spending so much or going out to fancy restaurants and stuff.

anyway, i'm sorry for making this so long. as you can tell, i'm a talker. i'll leave the choice up to you for which boy to pick, but i just want to say thank you in advance. i love u sm mamba. congrats again baby doll <33

my beloved safi!! my dearest angel!! i’m so so soooo excited to do your request!! genuinely kicked my feet and did a little dancy dance when i saw your ask and i started searching for your pics as early as 4am before work! as soon as you mentioned sunshine x grumpy, you’d gotten me on team toji! im gonna make the prettiest, cutest, sweetest boards and scenarios for you, because you truly are as bright as the sun and you deserve the world! hugging you sooooo warmly!

also please don’t feel bad for telling me as much as you did!’ it makes me happy to learn about you all during these little events!

╰┈➤ cherry blossom lips — safi x toji

╰┈➤ song — pov by ariana grande

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 one of the first things that really drew toji to you was your smile. he finds the way your eyes light up and crinkle ever so slightly ever so enchanting. he’s so entirely enraptured, you have no idea just how much!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i’ve said this for others as well, but toji’s also the kind of lover who is very attentive to you and your likes. i also think that he spoils you quite a bit! he’ll take note of your collection of lipglosses and lipsticks and whenever he’s out, he always keeps his eyes open for ones that he thinks you’ll like.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 if you only ask him once, he’ll help you pick out a lovely combination for your days and contemplates very intensely on what look he thinks would work well! he’s very involved surprisingly and loves to see the way you switch things up every now and then, and finds it really cute when you keep returning to favourites time and time again.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i also think he’d be very playful and loves to kiss your glossy lips, if only to taste the sweet flavours as he licks the tint from his own lips, keeping his eyes locked on yours with your chin between his fingers as he tells you how sweet you taste.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s very perceptive to you and your feelings and always looks out for you as best as he can. he knows just how much you care for others around him, and him especially, always making sure that he’s alright, asking him about his day and of anything that he may have on his mind.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he might not be very vocal about it, but his way of reassuring you is at first to pull you in for a long hug. he rests his chin on top of your head and just holds you close to him, hands stroking your back and waist and taking slow, deep breaths so that you’ll follow his lead. especially during moments when he notices you quietly hurting, he’ll always mutter loving reassurances that he’s here for you, and that you don’t have to push yourself to talk to him until you’re ready — just know that he’s there for you

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he also knows how much you try to show yourself love, especially when it comes to your body. toji can tell whenever you’re having a hard time showing yourself the love he feels for you, and his way of reminding you of that love is by initiating physical contact in very intimate ways!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 not intimate as in sexual, but he’ll lay down with you and shower your entire body with kisses, reaching beneath your clothes with his fingers and taking his time to let each kiss linger, with little whispers of everything he loves, every part of you that you’re still learning to love on yourself. like i said, he’s extremely intentional, so know that all of those kisses and light touches are overflowing with love he feels deep inside his heart, because he’ll be there to love you until — and even after — you’ve fully grown to love yourself the way he does

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you ask him one day to visit an amusement park with you, he doesn’t think twice about saying yes! sure, he might act like he has zero interest in wearing those cute headbands with you, but he’d do anything just to make you happy!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 sure, he’ll say that it won’t look good on him and that it’ll make him look silly, but how can he say no to those pleading eyes and pouty lips of yours? in the end, he’ll let you stuff his mouth full of cotton candy and grumble as you set cute mickey mouse ears atop his head — and don’t tell anyone, but he melts like putty at the way you light up and boop his nose, a little red faced as you tell him how cute he looks

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll even match with you to wear pink themed outfits! if it’s a colder time of the year when you both go, he’ll buy you both pink lilo onesies ahead of time so that you can wear them together! absolutely loves the pictures you both take and sets them as your contact photo, his wallpaper, all so that he can see the way you smile at the camera while his soft gaze is trained on you

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 now this is a secret, but toji gets a little squeamish in high places, so he’s a little nervous at first about going on the roller coasters and ferris wheels, but it’s all so worth it as he gets to hear your joyful squeals and laughter, watching your eyes crinkle as you belt out all these happy noises. the fact that you’re enjoying yourself makes him all the more pleased and he takes his own enjoyment purely from you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he knows how you love the romantic things in life, so he takes you to the biggest ferris wheel in the park at night when all the lights shine like colourful stars. he wraps his arm around you and admires you admiring the scene around you, leaning into his embrace and just taking in the moment. he can’t stop himself from thinking just how precious you are to him, how much he loves you, and would absolutely tear the world apart to keep you safe.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when your cart reaches the highest point of the ride, he lets himself go and pulls you in for a sweet kiss, letting it last for seconds that feel like years and mere moments to him as he drinks you in for all that you are, pouring into you every poem he’s secretly written in his heart for you. he whispers to you how much you love him, “until the end of time, safi… i’ll always love you, even after then.”

mamba celebrates 100 followers — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

#olympia.#jjk x reader #jjk imagine #jjk selfship #jjk fluff #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ safi!#i adore you safi!#you deserve the whole world and all its joys!

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pythia-a · 3 years

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Sweet, like Cherry Trees.

(SPOILER WARNING! Six of Crows spoilers ahead!)

Pairing: Matthias Helvar x Fjerdan!reader

Pronouns: she/her

Summary: You and Matthias reunite after years of being apart. (Insp. by this tiktok) (I know Matthias didn't go to school, bear with me folks)

Word count: 2.9k+ words

Warnings: mentions of bullying, terms Drüskelle used, sexist 'Fjerdan ideals' for men and women, Six of Crows spoilers.

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"I always loved your eyes-- and your smile? Matthias, whenever I see your smile I'm faced with the heaven's divinity."

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𝐿ong ago, before Ketterdam Crows and dangerous heists, you and Matthias were sat in separate classroom, staring up at a chalkboard, learning how to be the best.

Matthias was with the boys, learning how to build and work the land, like a strong Fjerdan, soon to be a soldier. How to tackle other boys, listen for Djel and tame wolves.

You, however, were with the girls, learning how to be a good wife and how to hem curtains. How to be a blushing maiden and remain pure and modest in dress. How to smile without appearing coy, chew without sounding like a cow.

All lessons to prepare you for the expected life ahead. Matthias's dream was to be a brave Drüskelle, and you knew nothing but the wife's path ahead of you, putting your lessons to practical use.

At break, the boys and girls were allowed to mix. Boys trying to impress the prettiest girls and girls pointing out the strongest boys to look out for as prospects. It was at one of these breaks you met Matthias Helvar.

A blonde boy, taller than the others, approached you one day with a drooping bunch of violets and a brilliant smile. He was taller than the others, but certainly not the biggest. Shoulders broad, build lean.

"Hello, my name is Matthias," he lifted the flowers higher and your eyes widened. "Here. They're almost as beautiful as you." His smile was accompanied by a dusted blush.

You took the flowers delicately, nursing them as if they were made from fine porcelain. You felt a little giddy at such a handsome boy noticing you. He was certainly charming, and his gift was sweet. You were about to thank him. When you caught the glances of the other girls laughing at you, however, your cheeks flamed.

Bullies had never been a more fitting title. Mean gossips, keeping their eyes out on everyone in the school. They would be sure to make you and Matthias a laughing stock.

"Well, that can't be a good thing because they're hideous." You retorted, dropping the flowers to the ground. The girl's daggered stares were directed onto Matthias.

"Oh, um, sorry." Shame dulled the light in his eyes and unease bloomed in your stomach. He balled up his fists and ran off, to join a game of football the boys were starting.

The girls ran around you like a flock of vultures, babbling approval of your decision. "Oh Djel, could you imagine?" Julie had cackled. Sofia piped up, "why would anyone choose a boy so skinny? Some soldier he would make." "And look at those flowers!" Freya grinned, eyes alight with malice. They all giggled and it encouraged you. This was the most positive attention you had got in a while, certainly not receiving it at home, and it was nice to have all the girls on your arm, grinning and chatting. Friends were something you found hard to come by, but maybe that could change.

So, you changed.

Whenever you passed Matthias in the hallway you would laugh at his wooly vest tattered with moth holes, mock his trying to get to know you. The light flickering from his eyes every time, like a candle being blown out.

It hurt you at first. Made you feel cruel and nasty as your cutting remarks sounded. But the girls' glee soon perked you back up again, clouded your mind with the gratification that you were desperately searching for.

Over the years, you and Matthias both changed. His tall height remained a few inches over the rest of the boys, but his frame grew with it. Lanky arms became strong and muscular, sturdy legs filling out, blond hair growing in velvet waves. You never saw this transformation, however, as when his village burnt down he was sent away to train with the Drüskelle- allegedly picked out by Jarl Brum. Last you saw was the skinny child in a woolen hat saying goodbye to his teachers.

Your height grew too, still modest again the soldiers though. With your height your curves filled out as well. The perfect Fjerdan woman. Hair gained volume waving down your back, cheeks gained a rosy tint, figure curved with 'child bearing' hips. Many men watched you grow into a young woman with delight, other women with glaring jealousy.

Yet with the new attention came a certain expectation. Be pretty, be poised, be delicate, be humble, be proud- oh, but not too proud- that's right- oh no you're doing it wrong. Time to be a pretty Fjerdan woman, search for single men and let their eyes catch you. "If no man wants to court you then you're not trying hard enough! We cannot have an undesirable daughter on our hands."

The word tormented you as you lay in bed tossing and turning. 'Undesirable'. What good was a pretty face if no man wanted you? If you could not serve Fjerda and Djel by providing a soldier's hiers, what was your purpose?

All these pressures weighing on your shoulders and yet you couldn't even confide in someone. What sort of life was that? 'No', you chastised yourself and recited your lessons.

"All Fjerdan girls are happy, they don't want independence, it would mess up their pretty little head." So many women were happy to marry a strong man, enjoy his courting and relish the first kiss they shared after weeks of innocent flirts. So why couldn't you?

Haunted by the thoughts building up in your mind, you took a walk in your garden, careful not to let your parents see you walk around in just a nightgown. You could already hear your mother's stifling voice. 'So immodest.'

The cool air cleared your head and you tried to sense Djel in the icy frost carried on the wind. He would guide you from the tangled darkness and into clarity.

Clarity looked an awful lot like running away.

Djel, the breeze that whispered through the trees and lifted your hair, spoke to you. You could feel them all around, willing you to follow your heart, be free. And you wanted it oh so very much.

Your feet moved without thought, and then you were running, letting yourself laugh and grin, imagining you were leaping through the snowy fields again like when you were five. Without thought, without expectation.

That was when your mind was made up, and you muttered thanks to Djel for opening your eyes. You made your own destiny. Not a man, nor a spiteful mother.

Bag packed with bare essentials, thick woollen layers and boots on, it didn't take you long to make your escape. Whispering a prayer for your mother, you covered your head with a hood.

It was surprisingly easy to barter your way onto a farmer's cart. Thankfully under the darkness he couldn't see your face and you adopted the voice of an older woman. Even added a hunch for conviction.

He took you to the coast, and then you paid with the little money you had for a one way ticket to Ketterdam. You didn't know where Ketterdam was and the language was bitter on your tongue, but it wasn't an enemy, and that was good enough for you. 'You were doing something.'

Boarding Ketterdam harbour, the relief melted. 'This was a mistake, at least in Fjerda you had family, few friends, security.' There your mother was all over again, 'foolish girl! What did you expect?' Thank Djel you didn't listen to the panicked voices in your head, because in the throng of the crowd, you made out a pair of incredibly familiar eyes.

Meeting Matthias again, all those years later, was a welcomed shock. At last there was someone who could speak your language and help you. A lighthouse to stick to through the mist. Initially he was unrecognisable, except for those eyes. Certainly bigger, stronger, taller. It was easy to see him become the next Jarl Brum when he stood before you, except there was no black hatred that made his mouth curl into a sneer. Only welcome arms.

When you spoke, he told you about the Crows, about a heist, about 30 million Kruge on the line. The rest, you thought, was a natural progression for a girl in your situation. How could you say no to a job like that?

In Fjerda, you were naive, impressionable, and you certainly would've frowned at the idea of joining a gang of young criminals the same age as you. But here you were, taking orders from the Bastard of the Barrel, about to infiltrating what used to be your home.

In the ship to Fjerda- the first step on your journey to the Ice Court- the water knocked Matthias sick, but offered you a bit of peace. Even when you were younger, the bite of the wind and the thrum of the sea were your lullaby when your mother wasn't there to offer one.

Leaning against the side of the ship, hands hanging over the side to taste the chilling salt, you saw Matthias approach you out of the corner of your eye. Guilt rushed through you when you realised the last real time you had seen him was when you called him a failure.

"You look a little worse for wear, old friend." You tried, speaking in Fjerdan. Kerch was too harsh around your mouth.

"Oh, we're 'old friends' now?" He raised his eyebrows, but kept his gaze focused on the sea.

"I suppose not..." You exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry...All those years ago I was stupid, a young fool."

"It hurt, I'll admit. I wasn't used to being shouted at by a girl." He chuckled lightly. "But you were far from stupid. You're still brilliant."

"No, I'm hardly like the demjin, nor the others really. My mind is dull."

"You got on a ship to Ketterdam, you broke free from Fjerda. It's more than I could do, until I was dragged from it by a certain Heartrender on this ship." Matthias had explained to you his situation, and it somehow made you like him more. There was a crossroads presented to him at that point, and Matthias had chosen kindness over hatred and prejudice.

You spared a glance at Nina who made her way to the belly of the ship to join the others. You assumed they were all going for dinner. "She's done you good, made you look happier at least. Perhaps you'll be a good couple?"

"Nina and I? No, Y/n, you're crazy. Nina is nice, but she's too much for me." He chuckled. "I need someone I know, someone comfortable."

Silence floated between the two of you, interrupted by an occasional lap of the waves hitting the boat. It was comfortable, but you weren't going to throw away the chance you had to right your past wrongs.

"When we were children...do you remember what you said to me when you came up to me?"

"Djel, let me think..." He furrowed his brows. "Oh," he laughed again and his face cleared with recollection. "I gave you violets, said they were just as pretty as you."

"Almost. Almost as pretty as me." You corrected, beaming.

"You remember?" His eyes widened and he turned to face you for the first time.

"I couldn't forget it, it was the sweetest thing someone had ever done for me." You dipped your head, trying to hide your face flushing.

"You had a strange way of showing it." Matthias nudged your shoulder with his own, amusement in his voice.

"I wanted to say something, I promise, but those girls...I was so desperate to be liked, I thought maybe..." You turned your head away. "It's foolish, but I thought one day when I was popular enough we'd meet again and you'd be jealous of me." Shame washed over you, making the flush spread across your cheeks and crawl down your neck.

"You didn't need to be popular for me to be jealous of you, I always liked you, wanted to be with you."

You tried to stop your mind wandering to all the implications those simple words held.

"I know, I said it was silly." You let out a breathy laugh, more like a nervous exhale. "But I was always jealous of you, I guess. I loved your eyes-- and your smile? Matthias, whenever I see your smile I'm still faced with the heaven's divinity. I couldn't stand not being around you, and it made it worse with the girls impressions making me chase you away."

"We were children, I understand the pressure from your peers. What else could you do? I did foolish things too, while in Drüskelle training. We are all ignorant until we see the error of our ways."

"Do you always have to be so forgiving?" You huffed. It almost made it worse, if he was angry at least you could face your consequences. But his slight smile and easy brows did nothing to help, the knot in your stomach only grew a little tighter.

"I still like you, still want to be around you." Matthias started, standing upright from the side of the boat. "You were- you are- beautiful. You may have changed from when I was a boy, but you've only grown stronger, your spirit is like nothing I've ever seen." He flitted his eyes away from yours for just a moment. "Stunning." He breathed, but it was in Kerch and you couldn’t understand.

"Matthias, what are you trying to say?" You stood straighter too, realising how tall he was once again, gazing up at his crystal eyes.

He took a moment to find his words. You noticed the way he furrowed his brow and the bridge of his ridiculously perfect nose wrinkled in concentration. You liked it.

"I want you to be mine, to court you, if you would want it of course."

You wanted to say yes. 'Yes, yes, yes!' your mind had squealed. You couldn't calm your beating heart. "Matthias I don't understand, I was awful to you?"

"And still when I'm around you, I feel like a little boy again. But we're not school children anymore. Past is past. What we do now is everything. Won't you put it behind you like I have?"

It was easy to imagine he had so much pain he had endured over the last few years, Hellgate included, that school seemed like a distant dream to him now.

Scared you had given him the wrong impression, you were quick to grab his large hands. He instinctively ran his thumbs over your knuckles, despite the blush returning to his cheeks, and his touch sent a chill down your spine.

"I do want to be with you Matthias, I do." You looked out to sea, the wind flicking sea spray onto the deck. "But let's fight this first? We can't do much if we die in the Ice Court, now can we?"

Matthias drew your hands close and planted his lips onto your knuckles. "I'll wait. For you, I'd wait a thousand years, Jer molle pe oonet." I have been made to protect you. It was sacred.

"Enel mörd je nej afva trohem verret." You whispered, completing it. Only in death will I be kept from this oath.

"How do you know the oath?" Matthias' eyes sparkled in a way you'd never seen before, skin glowing golden.

"My father."

"Oh."

His lips looked so pretty, so kissable and warm. Inviting you closer with each word he uttered. You thought waiting until Ice Court would protect you from any unnecessary heart break. Now you saw how wrong you were. Heart hammering against your ribs, you leaned closer. 'To hell with courting and waiting, we're not Fjerdan anymore. We're crows. We're...He's...' But your mind couldn't string together another sentence.

Matthias lips were on yours. Tentative, just as warm and inviting as you anticipated. Your hands found their way at the nape of his neck, toying with the stray hairs. It was innocent, and sweet, and lit a fire in you. Completely unsure if you were doing it correctly, you didn't really care. It was like someone lit fireworks in your chest and you were taking a bath in warm honey at the same time. Nothing could've prepared you for the trail Matthias' fingers blazed making their way down your waist.

Inevitably, you two pulled away and you sucked in a breath. Blinking a couple of times, you tried to move away but couldn't. In the heat of the moment, Matthias had swept you up, hands sturdily holding your thighs. Your knees pressed against his hips.

'No wonder Fjerdan girls waited for their first kiss', you thought, staring into Matthias' eyes, 'it's deadly.'

Carefully, as though you might break, Matthias set you down. Your feet hit the deck and you couldn't blame the sea for your legs wobbling a little. Already you were hungry for another kiss, but you were also stopped by the fear of being disastrous at it.

"Was that good?" You asked hurriedly, clearing away the husk at the back of your throat.

Matthias nodded hurriedly, running a hand through his golden hair that curled around his ears. "It was good." His voice had raised an octave.

"Good." You decided. Suddenly, you were embarrassed. What did people even do after they kissed? Were you supposed to say something? You wished all your school years had prepared you for this rather than how to sew your name in linen. Wiping your hands on your shirt, you nodded curtly and hurried away. Matthias watched you leave, a giddy grin forming on his lips.

Running down to the belly of the ship, you had a lot of questions for Jesper to answer.

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certifiedceraunophile · 3 years

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How about kc + modern hades/persephone au for the edits?

Hey!!!I'm sorry your edit took a while but I just loved this prompt soooo much, it inspired me and put me to work with all the excitement I was missing for a long time. Thank you so much for the prompt <333 I had so much fun doing this I hope you like it too!

Here are some headcanons for the AU:

Klaus as hades is mythologically the deity under whose regime, gemstones and precious metal mined from the earth fall, soooo Klaus rocks a ton of jewelry in this au: He wears rings and bracelets and obviously his iconic necklaces, But my fixation here is his sexy artist hands + RINGS!!!! Like omg please He'd look so badass and hot I can't even.

Caroline in this au has tattoos!! of her favourite blooms and flowers. Like oof she's gonna look so freaking pretty with all that beautiful splash of colour and nature all over her skin like asdfghjkl *dreamy bisexual sigh*

Klaus rides a bike in this AU because so far unfortunately I have not come across a single Biker!Klaus au which is a goddamn shame if you ask me, so I just thought what if I just give me what me wants.

Klaus gives Caroline the prettiest jewelry allll the time and some times he stores a drop of water from the rivers that flow in his realm in them so that it echoes both the wails and screams of the dead and the eternal spring breeze of Elysium to remind Caroline of home when they're above the surface.

And the Plot Bunny I came up with:

Klaus in this AU does not kidnap Caroline or anything, their meet cute here is um... quite different:

Klaus approaches Caroline with a job offer; He requires a pair of eyes and ears loyal to him amongst the Olympians, he requires a mole, if you will; he believes there is deceit rampant in the courts of Olympus, subterfuge that would attempt to overthrow him from his rightful place as King of the Underworld, so he enlists the Goddess of spring: Caroline to be his little double agent in their conspiracy. He chooses Caroline for plenty of pragmatic reasons: She was an overlooked and constantly underestimated minor goddess with a single-minded nearly unstoppable diligence for every task she uptakes. He once saw, rather felt, the shadowed little goddess quietly nursing this blooming thirst for power in her chest just as potent as her yearning for freedom with the same delicacy and purpose with which she tended to her flowers, and all he could see was how exquisitely Olympus would fall at his feet if he wielded her right; practically a perfect fit for the job if you ask him.

Her being the goddess of light, of spring, of everything that he is denied in his cold sunless Kingdom of eternal winters, only added to why she was the key to his machinations coming to life: no one would suspect even the slightest possibility of a connection between them.

But as they worked together, between all the clandestine meetings standing on opposite sides of the veil guarding the underworld, and the inconspicuous notes clasped in the talons of his ravens flying back and forth, her spring time breeze that she lends to his faultless little Elysium carrying her voice with an echo so sweet, tortured souls turn their heads in hope, he is reminded that even hell has a heart beating away, pumping and pulling it's fire and sulphur through his Kingdom; he is reminded that this heart is caged within his chest, a ferocious little thing thumping away harder than he has ever heard it before only to tell him: The heart wants Caroline just as the realm wants it's Queen.

Anyway I imagine a lot of espionage-y shenanigans with a dash of begrudging allies to Lovers set in a modern au, with Klaus falling head first in love very fast very hard and barreling towards the lovers part of 'allies to lovers' and Caroline just being hella skeptical in the beginning but my man Klaus proves himself over and over again so she makes her way there in her own sweet time because a Queen can never be rushed, she arrives when she does.

#prompt #kc plot bunny #hades x persephone #definedareasofuncertainty #klaroline fanfiction

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notasapleasure · 4 years

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Lymond for the ask meme?

Thanks! Sorry it took me a few days to answer :D

Fandom asks:

the first character i ever fell in love with: I think probably Christian Stewart. Or maybe Turkey Mat, I can't recall who I latched onto first in GoK, but...it didn't end well for me either way. Though I think I always suspected Turkey Mat was a gonner, he gives off such a heavy vibe of Retirony. a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: hmmm my feelings about Sibylla grew a lot more complicated through Checkmate - not, I stress, for her backstory, but for her actions in Checkmate. a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: I don't know that I can think of one. my ultimate favorite character™: I latched onto Jerott, for reasons I can't entirely fathom (ok, there may be something about being the less naturally talented second, hanging around with people who quote things effortlessly and feeling like you're incapable of the kind of verbal wit they display so naturally, feeling like you're missing the point half the time). But he sticks around for Francis, even when he can't really figure out why, and Francis lets him help (or can't stop him from helping) at times when no one else is brave/stupid enough to try it. Jerott's struggle to understand Francis and his self-destructive side is actually something that can be so personal idek. I can't stand the man when he's around Marthe, but around Francis he's willing to learn and strive in a way that doesn't seem to come to him otherwise. prettiest character: are Francis's hands a character? my most hated character: Bailey. No question. Grotesque, horrible man. my OTP: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's Francis/Jerott. But I am an easy-going, ship and let ship multishipper and Francis/Philippa brings me much delight too, especially. Um. Post-canon, let's say. I'm also being slowly won round by the idea of Jerott/Danny. Slowly. my NOTP: Jerott/Marthe keep! them! away! from! each! other!!! This is the opposite of mlm/wlw solidarity it's two people who bring out the absolute worst in each other, one of whom actively goes out of her way to encourage the most destructive and self-destructive habits in the other. Ughhghfdgdhf I hate it why did she ever agree to marry him. favorite episode: hmm favourite scene? It's hard to choose over the whole course of books. I famously love the horse show in PiF, but that's because I always forget about Jerott shouting homophobic slurs :/ The hall of revels is of course delightful - though I maybe slightly prefer the wet and muddy ride where Philippa follows Francis out to Bailey's house. Any and all rooftop shenanigans, with Robin, Jerott and Philippa. And any scene with Kate Somerville. I also really love the scene with Marthe and Danny towards the end of Checkmate. saddest death: wow. well how do you choose? I'm going to stick with Christian - for the sheer pointlessness of it and for the way Margaret Douglas crows about it. favorite season: my favourite book is Disorderly Knights. I love how vivid the sense of place is in all the books, but it's highlighted so well by the switch from Scotland to Malta and back again. In terms of Lymond getting caught up in Actual Historical Disasters it's my favourite too, because he's brought along as a witness, but isn't actually close enough to the powers leading things in DK to have any influence on averting the disaster - the cruelty of the way things go wrong for him in TRC I find particularly painful because he's there to be a voice that understands what we already know about history and he's in a position to be listened to, but he can't be listened to because that's not how things happened. In DK he can be apppalled by the Knights but the stakes are different, he can succeed in small actions to save people - rallying the farmers and helping Salablanca and stopping the explosion - but he's not made it his fight in the same way. Ok, there's a bit of the actual painful history in terms of Will and Wat's deaths, and Wat's death in particular hit hard for me - but again it doesn't feel like something where Lymond's trying to negotiate with someone who *can't* listen for historical reasons (Ivan), but like someone desperately trying to hold things together even as entropy takes hold, which I think is just more relatable/timeless than the advisor not being listened to role. Also I love Philippa's arc in DK, and we have Margaret Erskine around still, who's an absolute lamb, and Gabriel's a fantastically awful, quietly unhinged villain, and Jerott's redemption in parallel to Philippa's and the tragedy of Joleta. It's a story where Francis realises the importance of control - of the self, but also of information and all the vying parties around him - and though he maybe does not come to healthy conclusions about it, with PiF as a digression, it leads directly into the kind of person he is in TRC. least favorite season: it took me longest to read QP, I think because I had no patience with the eleventy million French courtiers who were referred to in various ways, by various titles, and many of whom were actual historical figures and I wasn't sure to what extent I needed to be aware of this. But I think TRC left me...cold *puts on sunglasses* more than the others. There's a lot that I like about it, but reading it wasn't *fun* like reading most of the others was (ok so I'm sorry, the torture of two toddlers and crippling opium addiction is fun to me in a way that seeing a character regress into emotional frigidity and make a series of inevitably pointless attempts to change history isn't). The last quarter has some fun bits, to be sure - Philippa at court is a delight, and the hall of revels - and of course there's everything in TRC that is touched by Daniel Hislop the bishop's bastard and perfectly pansexual agent of chaos this book needed. But the Russian bits, my god, too bleak for me, too hopeless, especially when you know about Chancellor. character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I'm not sure there is one? I don't *love* Gabriel as a villain to quite the extent some of fandom does, and I definitely don't stan Marthe as hard as lots of you (and I constantly feel like a bad person because of it, don't worry). my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Jerott, obviously. my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Christian, she is a cinnamon roll in a way that many others who nevertheless deserve better are not. my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: ngl I will read Gabriel/Francis/Jerott because it's so fucked up and the idea of them fighting over Jerott spiritually, intellectually and physically all at once is great. my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: I guess Kate/Adam? It's a bit sudden, but I really just want nice things for both of them by that point.

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