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This history, uh… Starts in Columbus, Ohio. And, uh… There was few years ago, and, that was before Josh and I were able to make money playing music. And, uh, I called him up and I said “Hey Josh, you wanna come over to my rental house and watch the GRAMMYs?”, and he said “Yeah, who’s hanging in there?”, I said “A couple of my roommates, just coming to watch the GRAMMYs with us”, and, uh, as we were watching we noticed that every single one of us was in our underwear… And, seriously, Josh turned to me and we were no one at that time, he turned to me and he said “You know, if we ever go to the GRAMMYs, if we ever win a GRAMMY, we should receive it just like this”.

Author’s note: Kuroshitsuji with 15. Let’s make this a competition.”
First Christmas prompt! #fail Oh well, it’s Christmas somewhere, right? Right. Thanks so much for your lovely compliment! Hope you had a lovely Christmas and enjoy this little fic!

Summary: When Ciel’s servants fail to make him happy during everyone’s favorite holiday of the year, Sebastian suggests they turn this into a small competition. The first one to make Ciel smile or laugh is the winner and of course, as the perfect butler, Sebastian has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Word count: 2k (woops)


The smell of snow was already penetrating his room and Ciel woke up groggily, already annoyed at the familiar scent, and saw a blurry Sebastian preparing a cup of tea at the foot of his bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ciel sat up straight and let out a small huff when his butler looked up at him, the usual smile permanently plastered on his face.

“Good morning, young master. Did you sleep well?”

“As if you care,” Ciel mumbled and scooted over to the side, letting his feet dangle above the ground as Sebastian walked over to him with his tray.

Fortunately, the strong aroma of the earl grey tea took his mind off the fact that it was snowing outside and he purposely held the steaming cup right under his nose, practically forcing himself to smell nothing but that.

Christmas.

Oh, how he loathed this holiday. The only good thing was the profit he made with his company because people were dumb enough to buy presents for their loved ones. It was honestly the most useless day of the year, along with his birthday. Winter reminded him too much of the loss of his parents and his childhood, which was why he was giving Sebastian even more death stares than usual.

He couldn’t focus on the newspaper, his breakfast or his tea for that matter. He couldn’t even think of any random insults for Sebastian who was graciously ironing his clothes for today.

“You seem a bit tense today, my lord,” Sebastian mumbled as he gently dressed Ciel in a simply, yet fancy suit for the special occasion. “Anything I can do for you to make you feel better?”

As much as he wanted to not go downstairs and celebrate Christmas with the rest of his servants, Ciel didn’t have a choice so he shook his head, shrugged Sebastian’s hand off after he had tied a red tie around his neck and left his room, getting tailed by Sebastian’s quiet yet obvious footsteps.

The minute he got to the main living room, he was met with an explosion of “Merry Christmas, young master!”s, “Hope you like the presents we got you!” and “I did all the decoratin’ myself, sir,” and Ciel couldn’t be more annoyed. Even though they all meant well, he couldn’t help but glare at the gigantic Christmas tree in the farthest corner of the room, decorated with sparkly baubles, angels and everything else they could think of.

Finny started arguing with Bard about the chocolate cake that was in the middle of the large, beautifully decorated table, which somewhat appealed to Ciel because it was something sweet, but it still made his eyebrow twitch.

He took a seat at the head of the table and let Sebastian cut the first slice because it didn’t look like his servants were going to stop bickering any time soon. Mey-Rin was doing her best to stop them by flailing around like a butterfly while Tanaka sat in his usual corner, drinking his tea.

No matter what they did, they couldn’t get Ciel to be excited about Christmas. Every person in that room knew why he was not going to put on a fake smile, or at least pretend he liked the presents they got him, because everything about this holiday reminded him too much of the fire. So instead of listening to them constantly trying to cheer him up with silly stories, dance-moves and more sweet foods, Ciel just sat there, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand, watching them with a blank expression.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he did appreciate their efforts, namely Finny’s because he was trying the hardest by hugging him close and running his rough fingers through his hair while the others simply ran around in circles like lunatics. Sebastian was watching everything quietly, his blood colored eyes containing a neutral glitter while he cleaned the table.

“It’s no use,” Mey-Rin said, totally and utterly defeated as she held her face. “We cannot make the young master happy. And I thought he’d surely enjoy our presents and cake…”

“It’s obviously not his favorite day of the year,” Finny mumbled quietly against the back of his head and pulled away. “Did you at least enjoy the cake, my lord?”

“I did, it was quite tasty,” Ciel replied honestly and cleaned his fingers with his handkerchief, feeling undeniably cold without Finny’s presence. “You did a good job on that.”

They had probably put loads of sugar in it to hide their mistakes because it was a tad bit too sweet, but since he liked sweet things, he didn’t have anything to complain about. Plus, it was fun to see Sebastian’s disapproving look when he said that, obviously not pleased with the fact they made a cake without his surveillance. The latter was what made the white lie worth it because Sebastian was looking between him and the cake with the sourest expression he had ever seen.

However, the irritated expression was soon replaced with a cool one and Sebastian straightened up. “Let’s make this a competition, then. See who can cheer the young master up today. The winner can relax and take it easy for the rest of the day.”

That asshole clearly had a plan and Ciel did not like where this was going. Not one bit.

“Excuse you and your face,” he sneered and dropped his fork.

“But we’ve already tried everything!” Finny exclaimed, tears apparent in his large eyes. “D’you have any other ideas, then, Sebastian-san?”

“I do,” Sebastian smiled and looked down at Ciel with a rather mischievous, demonic look. “What kind of butler would I be if I didn’t even know how to cheer up our beloved young master?”

Okay, Ciel debated with himself for a minute. He could either give in and put a fake smile right now to get this over with or he could bite and see what kind of stupid plan this guy had. Seeing as he did like a challenge, Ciel decided to give them their needed permission with a mere flick of his wrist and watched everyone run around the house, trying their best to find something that would a bring a smile to his face.

Sebastian remained by his side during their frantic search, acting exceedingly patient and content, making Ciel even more annoyed because what was Sebastian’s oh so flawless plan?

Everyone else seemed to suck at making him smile, as usual. Finny had put on this idiotic clown costume and tried to entertain him by throwing some brightly colored balls in the air, Bard wanted to drag him to the kitchen to let him blow things up because “That always cheered me up when I was little!” but Sebastian promptly stopped him from doing so with a rather forced smile and Mey-Rin tried to show off her skills by balancing a couple of plates on her hands, shoulders and head. She failed of course and Sebastian was quick enough to catch all of them before they would hit the ground and shatter into pieces.

After some more failed tries, Bard tried telling a few funny stories about his childhood, along with a few very bad jokes, Finny went to the garden to bring in some flowers and Mey-Rin just kept tripping over her own feet and dropping furniture whenever she came up with a new plan. Tanaka remained silent throughout the day, chuckling every now and then while he watched their pure yet competitive attempts.  

At the end of the day, none of them succeeded and Ciel was left exhausted and bored of their endless, non-entertaining actions. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

He was about to get up but Sebastian, that smug-looking bastard, held out an arm and his smile widened. “Excuse me, sir, but I’m still allowed to give it a try, am I not?”

Ciel sighed and sat back down, folding his arms over his chest. “Right, I almost forgot. Go ahead.”

It was undoubtedly the biggest mistake he had ever made. Sebastian strode over to the back of his chair and placed both of his hands on his shoulders and Ciel felt himself frowning because he had no idea what to expect. Everyone watched in anticipation as Sebastian’s hand gently slipped down his torso, causing Ciel’s body to twitch lightly and right when he was onto him, it was already too late.

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swordplay // cullen x lavellan (nsfw)

anonymous requested accidental stimulation for the kink meme. i had some trouble getting this one out, but i finally finished it, so any nice comments would be so appreciated. <3 includes slightly dominant cullen~ very nsfw! reblog if you enjoyed, please!

Ellaina lifted her arm to her forehead, wiping the beads of sweat that had formed there off into the green sleeve of her coat. She’d spent the afternoon in the courtyards of Skyhold practicing sparring with some of the Inquisition’s soldiers. Being a mage, she’d never really seen the need to pick up a sword before, but now that she was the Inquisitor, she found herself eager to learn and be trained in all kinds of battle.

Picking up her sword once more, she swung the blade forward to meet the sword the soldier was holding, a loud clang ringing through her ears as the blades clashed.  She spun on her heel, lunging forward again, swords clanging against each other, against shields. Ellaina had to admit that wielding a sword was exhilarating. It made her feel powerful.

Up in Cullen’s tower, the Commander sat as his desk, shuffling through some reports, when he heard the sound of swords, his soldiers voice, and another very familiar voice.

Ellaina? he wondered. He had jokingly teased her before, saying that she needed to pick up a sword sometime. She had just scoffed and chuckled in response, so he didn’t think she would ever take him up on it.

Curiosity got the best of him, and he stood up from his chair and walked over to the door, squinting as the sun rays shone brightly in his eyes when he opened the door. He walked out onto the battlements, peering down to the courtyards below. And there she was. Ellaina Lavellan, a sword in hand, sparring with his soldiers. This was a sight he didn’t expect to see.

He was impressed, she wielded the sword quite well, her movements fast and effortless, but surprisingly skilled for someone who had never properly used a sword before. Her slender hand had a strong grip on the hilt, and her golden eyes were bright with determination and focus.

As he watched her train, Cullen suddenly felt a growing heat swirling in his belly, a familiar stirring below his waist.

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Imagine this:

When Allen was little, after he had a nightmare, Cross would stay in the room with him, waiting for the boy to fall asleep again.
And in one of those nights, after they already had a long day, Cross would be so tired of everything… of seeing Allen having nightmares almost every night, constantly worrying that Allen will lose that little light that just came back to his eyes, that when he believed Allen was already sleeping, he started talking…
He gave Allen advices… told him to not give up, to not let the world crush him, because the world sucks and Allen had already been through hell and back.
Cross told Allen to not become like him in the future… told Allen to be stronger than him.
He told Allen to not believe in everyone, but let himself trust others… for Allen to find friends and treasure them, but know that in the world they live, Allen might lose those friends sooner than he expects.
Cross told Allen to not let that break him… that Allen can cry and mourn, but for him to move on… To face the pain and loss and come out stronger than before.
Just… Cross telling Allen to not let the world win.

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                  Oikawa Tooru & Alexander The Great 

So, I wanted to take a moment to talk about this topic for a bit. I know there are several other posts that already analyze the symbolic nature to these two figures but I’m not here to necessarily to do that. There is another wavelength I would like to cover that has recently came to my attention. 

For readers, it is clearly evident to why Furudate would make a reference to Alexander the Great in regards to Oikawa. In terms of leadership and his position of command, Tooru holds great qualities that help him lead his team to victory. When I really took the time to think about it and do a bit of research, I found that you could argue that the reference goes a bit deeper than expected.  

A little history lesson here ( and please correct me if I’m wrong on any of this, I’m no expert really ) but Alexander the Great believed in Greek Polytheism. While this form of religion is very broad and has many different complexities to it, the Greek culture holds values a bit different for their time period. In famous literature, as seen in classics such as The Iliad and The Odyssey, a common theme, and quite heavily enforced, presented throughout was man’s downfall because of pride. 

The Iliad depicts this lesson well, explaining how Achilleas wouldn’t have lost his lover if it had not been for his stubborn pride. Though, in this time period strength and brute force was considered essential in war. Later though, as referenced in The Odyssey, cleverness and the intelligence of outsmarting your enemy is valued more than just physical strength in itself. Odysseus is an intelligent man, coming up with witty ways to escape his enemies but like anything else, his pride puts him in dangerous situations, ones that could have been avoided at best. 

I like to believe Furudate was inspired by the philosophy of the Greek and there was a significance to choosing Alexander the Great from this time period. The way I kind of see it is Oikawa’s rival, Ushiwaka-chan, can be referenced to the old school mentality of “brawns over brains.” This is not saying that Ushiwaka is unintelligent. In this time period, the greatest and strongest warriors were always sent out to fight the main battles, taking the role of leadership. This basically reminded me of the chapter where Waka’s coach talks about his style of game play, where players are chosen solely to help Waka. Oikawa represents the evolved belief, that being tactical is more useful, drawing out the most from his teammates and multiplying their talents. 

What spurred this thought on was Oikawa’s famous line, “This insignificant pride of mine, you had better damn well remember it.” I find it so ironic and interesting that this topic/theme is brought up here. Is it pure coincidence or is there really significance to this whole ordeal?

I don’t think straight people will understand what the LGBT+ community goes through when these crimes happen to us.
Once you hurt one of us you hurt all of us. I don’t know any of these people whom were in Pulse or effected by the crimes or any other crimes that is targeted on LGBT+ community but I can’t sleep at night, I cry myself to sleep because I hate these people who have hurt us for being who we are. People have constantly told me to be myself and yet if I do then I’ll become a target…? It’s hard enough to come out with the knowledge that your parents and family will reject you but it’s worse to know that because I’m being me I’m more likely to be hurt because my sexual orientation isn’t straight. I’m not effecting or hurting anyone in the public and yet we are still targeted…?
It hurts because we have never harmed anyone… At every rally or pride parade we don’t show aggression? And yet we are still targeted and have to hide ourselves away for our own safety.
Being gay isn’t a crime and yet I feel like a criminal.