You crashed into your apartment door, leaning heavily against it as you tried to collect all of your thoughts. You were staring blankly into the room until you realized how big of a fool you made of yourself in front of Matt. Your hands flew up to cover your eyes as you groaned in embarrassment, trying to push away the events of the night.
You shouldn’t have kissed him back.
It was a mistake.
So then why did you feel so happy when it happend?
You could easily admit that Matthew Murdock was incredibly attractive. But more than that he was so sweet and kind. He had always been supportive of you and genuinely cared about you as a person.
Taking a deep sigh, you pushed yourself off the door and moped into the kitchen, fetching yourself a glass and pouring a healthy amount of wine into it before moving to the couch.
You nursed the glass in your hand, sloshing around the liquid as you tried to come to some kind of conclusion.
You just liked Matt so much, and you worried about him all the time now that you understood just what it is that he does.
Then a thousand scenarios flew into your head and you promptly shut it down.
You should have just left yourself out of it like Matt told you to.
After work, you slowly made your way to Foggy and Matt’s firm, your hand nervously gripping onto the shoulder strap of your satchel as you walked down the street, grimacing when you finally reached the front door.
You didn’t want to show up, but ignoring the place as a whole would have just made it too obvious to everyone.
So, you bucked up and put on a smile as you opened the door.
Karen looked up from her desk and broke out into a grin when she saw you. Standing up from her chair she was quick to pull you into a hug.
“There you are! I was gonna call when you didn’t show up for lunch like usual.” Karen pulled back from the hug and lead you into her office.
“Oh yeah, I was just super caught up at work and time must have gotten away from me.” You told her, digging your hands into your coat pockets as you looked to the ground.
“Oh believe me, I know exactly what that’s like and-” Karen looked up from her desk and the smile slowly fell off her face when she saw your expression. “Something happened, tell me.”
Your head shot up and your eyes went wide. “What?! No!” You let out a shaky laugh and scoffed. “I’m totally fine.”
You took one look into her eyes and your whole facade came tumbling down as you crashed into the seat in front of her. “You have to promise not to tell anyone.” Your voice was as quiet as you could manage.
Karen nodded, moving from around her desk to lean on the front of it, her head inclined towards you so she could hear. “I promise.”
You looked at her with a questioning brow and fell into the back of your chair as your hands preoccupied themselves with your coat buttons. “Last night, Matt and I kissed.”
“What!” Karen shouted, but her hands immediately came to cover her mouth as her eyes bugged out.
She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Sorry! I’m sorry,” Her voice was much more quiet now. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” Her hand came to tap your shoulder as a glimmer showed up in her eyes. “But yay!”
“No, not yay,” You said, standing up from the chair as you paced the office. “It was…a mistake, I shouldn’t have kissed him back. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Karen frowned, her hands grabbing into yours as she made you stop in your tracks. “Hey, think about this for a second. Clearly he likes you, and you must feel the same if you kissed him back.”
“And then I kissed him again.” You groaned, head falling onto her shoulder.
“Oh, my sweet summer child,” Karen cooed, and she tried to console you. “I think you should talk to him.”
You pulled away from her, opening your mouth to answer but someone else beat you to it.
“I was wondering when you would stop by.”
You whirled around to find Matt waiting by the door and you jumped back.
“Oh! Hello, Matt.” You said weakly.
“Karen, would you mind if I spoke to (Y/n) for a minute?”
You shot her a pleading glance but she must not have seen it because she pushed you towards him with a smile. “Of course, have her back by 10.”
Matt smiled and held the door open for you before he lead you outside and the two of you started walking down the street.
“I didn’t think you were going to come in today,” Matt commented as he tried not to focus on your heartbeat, wanting to hear you explain yourself.
“Yeah, well,” You shrugged, trying to think of the right words to put together. “I didn’t want Fog or Karen to worry.”
It became silent, but the air surrounding the two of you was one of hesitation and hurt. It was obvious that the both of you had much to say to one another, but neither of you wanted to do it first.
“I don’t think it was a mistake.” Matt spoke up suddenly, causing you to look at him.
“I know that you might think so, but I don’t.”
You stopped walking, brows furrowing together. “How do you know that?”
“Please, it takes a lot more than whispering for me not to hear it.” Matt answered, turning around so he was now facing you.
Your gaze was firmly upon the ground.
You didn’t know how to answer him.
“Can you at least tell me why?” Matt asked, taking a step towards you, but still seemed so distant. “Because I’ve tried to work it out on my own, and I couldn’t.”
You sighed for what felt like the millionth time since you last left his company. “I’m not good at the whole romance thing, you know? I love the idea of love, but when all of a sudden it’s actually staring me in the face I try to run away. It’s…stupid I know.”
Matt shook his head. “No it’s not, lots of people can be like that.”
“You think so?”
“I know so, I used to be one of them. I liked this one girl awhile back, but it didn’t work out and I was devastated.”
“Really? I didn’t know that.” You took his hand. “I’m sorry to hear.”
“It was a long time ago, I’ve moved on.” Matt gave your hand a small squeeze. “I really care about you. I wouldn’t kiss someone I didn’t have feelings for.”
You smiled, looking down at the way your hands were intertwined with one another. “I like you, too.”
Your voice was quiet but Matt didn’t miss it, a small grin appeared on his face as he brought your hand up to kiss the back of it. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“No, I don’t think you would.” You said, freeing your hand from his so you could bring his face down to meet your lips to kiss him.
Matt’s arms instantly wrapped around your waist as he brought you close to him.
When you pulled back your let your hands fall to his shoulders as you felt him press his forehead against yours. “That’s to say sorry for leaving you like that last night.”
Matt chuckled and kissed the end of your nose. “You’re already forgiven, but you are freezing,” He said, pulling back from you and taking your hand. “Let’s get you inside.”
You both made it to the door of the firm before Matt pulled you close again and gave you a short kiss. “I’m sure Karen will be happy to hear the news.”
You flushed bright red and laughed. “Oh god, you heard all that?!”
Matt laughed and walked inside. “I hear everything, didn’t I tell you?”
Request: DC imagine
where the reader is Lady Joker. Joker can’t stand it when the reader
“steals the show” but can’t help being captivated by the reader.
Leto!Joker x Reader –
Didn’t really know where to go with one to be honest.
“Don’t you like my desk?” You asked innocently. You leaned
back into your luxury leather spinning chair and rested your feet on the large
oak desk in front of you. It had taken five of your men to bring it into your
office. The thin, unassuming man on the other side of the desk rubbed his hand
“It’s nice.” He squeaked.
“Thank you!” You gave him a beaming grin which didn’t relax him. He was your
informant, one of The Joker’s men. The Joker. You’d met just a few times but
you loved to piss him off whenever you had the chance – call it flirting.
“So, when is Jokey taking the bank?” you asked him threading
your fingers together and acting almost like a professional.
The informant looked nervous, “You’ll make sure that Mr J can’t get to me, that’s
what you said, right?”
You jumped up from your chair so fast that it was still spinning as you walked
around the side of the desk and perched against it in front of him. You placed
your hand on his cheek and spoke softly like a mother calming her child after a
nightmare, “I promise that mean old clown won’t hurt you.”
“Tomorrow morning.” He told you and pulled a file out from his the inside of
his jacket. He handed it to you and you quickly read over it. It had all the
details of The Joker’s bank heist.
Great, now you knew where to find him. It was a lot of
trouble to go through just to see your crush but you weren’t a quitter.
“This is just what I needed.” You thanked the informant and placed the folder
down on the desk, picked up your gun from beside it, turned and shot him
between the eyes. His body flew back from the close range and crumpled into a
bloody pile in the middle of your floor.
Behind your desk Veck, your right hand man, tutted in
disappointment, “Do you know how much it costs to get a carpet cleaner who can
get blood out and keep their mouth shut?”
You pouted at his berating, “I know that you’ll handle it Vecky. I kept my
promise, The Joker never touched him. Besides, I hate rats.”
“Mr J, there’s a problem.”
The Joker sneered at his henchmen and shoved him aside. He stalked
into the bank, flanked by his men. The bank was trashed and empty of people
save for you. You were stood in the middle of the empty bank with a shot gun
leant on one shoulder and a large satchel bag on your other shoulder.
“What took you so long?” You asked and tapped your bare
wrist with your finger as though you were tapping a watch. He scowled and
looked around the empty bank.
“Oh, I put everyone in the vault.” You said flippantly.
He said nothing but his eyes took you in.
You pouted, “I went to all the trouble of putting this
together and you won’t even talk to me?”
“What do you want?” The Joker asked, his raspy voice making you grin.
“See that’s better!” You beamed, “Maybe I just wanted your attention. See, I even
got you a present.”
You threw the satchel bag over to him. It landed at his feet and he regarded it
curiously as one of his men held it open to show him the bundles of cash
inside, no doubt stolen out of the vault.
He sucks in a breath and inclined his head while he considered
accepting the bag, “What have I done to deserve a present?”
“I’m just a big fan.” You grinned.
You stepped forwards to leave, making sure to walk past him
on the way. He turned sideways as you passed him, your eyes locked with his and
your chests brushed as you slowly moved past him. He let you go and watched the
doorway where you’d left before turning back to the emptied bank. There was no
destruction to cause, nothing left to rob, no show at all! He stalked over to a
nearby desk, took a hold of it and flipped it over.
Where was his fun now?!
Snarling, he glanced back to where his men waited with the
bag full of money that you’d given him. His snarl turned to a smirk. Maybe there
was still fun to be had.
The Joker sat back on his plush sofa, arms lay across the
top of cushions.
“So boys, what have we got this time?” He asked two of his men who had set up a
projector in front of their boss. It was littered with photos and maps of all
of your recent illegal activities. Every escapade that he’d planned, you got
too first. He’d been upstaged at every turn and it had made him obsessive. You’d
certainly caught his interest and his eye.
They loaded up security footage from a night club that The
Joker often did business at. He watched as you turned to the security camera,
gave a dramatic wink and then blew a kiss at the camera. He grinned to himself
a mirror imagine of the mad grin inked into the back of his hand.
“This is the most recent thing , Sir.” One of his men told him as he pressed
play and your manic grin filed The Jokers projected screen again. He watched as
you walked with Veck, The Joker had done his research into your associates,
into a meeting only for the man that you meeting to pull out a gun and open
It was a clear view of Veck tackling you to the ground, your
shoulder instantly spewing blood before Veck practically carried you out of the
fray while your men opened fire on your attacker.
The Joker sucked in a harsh breath, his head tilted as he pointed at your assailant
now paused on the screen, “Bring him to me, we have business to talk about.”
“Stop pouting.” Veck told you but you crossed your arms,
flinching as your shoulder throbbed again, and pouted more.
“My shoulder hurts and The Joker is ignoring my flirting, I think I deserve a
good pout.” You answered. Veck rolled his eyes at you and you did a little
mocking dance over to where you had a man bound to a chair with thick duct tape.
You pushed his forehead with two fingers until he tipped all the way over and
crashed back onto the floor. He tried to scream but it didn’t make it past the
duct tape across his mouth that you’d painted with a mad grin.
Sitting on his chest you traced the smile with your finger, “Shh. I found out
that a lil Bat has been look all over town for you, apparently you want to rat
on Mr J. I don’t like rats so I’m going to make you an example and you’re my last shot of getting Mr J’s
attention. If he still hasn’t warmed up to me after I give him you then maybe
it wasn’t to be.”
You rested your elbows on your knees and your chin in your
hands and pouted, you didn’t want to think about giving up on The Joker but he
just didn’t seem interested.
“Y/N, you wanna see this.” Veck’s voice caught your attention and you sighed pushing
yourself up from the man’s chest, he grunted as you moved. Joining Veck by the
window you peeked out of the window through the blinds to see a purple Lamborghini
parked outside. The car door opened and The Joker’s green hair was the first
thing that you saw until he looked up and made eye contact with you.
He gave you a smirk before stepping into the building with his men in tow. You let
out a squeal of excitement, jumped away from the window and started to fix your
hair. Sitting yourself down on oil drum behind the man who was still taped to
the tipped over chair, you waited for him to come in. Veck stepped behind you
and gently moved some of your hair into place and you thanked him just before
the door swung open.
The Joker stepped through the threshold, his eyes on you
instantly, he moved towards you, his expression intent. He stopped only when he
reached the man on the floor, noticing the rat duck taped for his convenience
for the first time.
“For me?” He rasped.
You nodded, “I thought you’d like it.”
He stepped around the man towards you and stopped so that he
leant over you sat on the drum. Veck tensed and you raised a hand to stop him
The Joker leaned down so that his face hovered over yours, “Its perfect.”
You resisted the giggle that tried to bubble up inside you and instead offered
him a grin. His face was close to yours still when he added, “I actually
brought you something.”
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, “You did?”
“Well, you got me a present so this was only fair.” The
Joker told you as he turned to gesture for his men to bring something in. your
face was split in a grin again when the man who had shot you’re a few days
earlier was dragged into the room by his foot. He was unconscious and his face
was covered in blood and snot. The Joker
noticed you looking at his injuries, “I hope you don’t mind, I saw what
His fingers came up to gently brush your injured shoulder and your stomach
flipped at the contact. You brought your hands up to either side of his jacket
and pulled him down to you so that you could kiss him. He responded with
earnest, his hands finding your hair and pulled you towards him with it in
harsh, rapid motions.
You pulled apart from him and smiled, “It’s a wonderful present.”
He leaned back into you and bit your bottom lip lightly before answering, “That’s
not even the best part.”
He stepped away from you to take his a bundle of black
material from one of his men, he took it over to an aged table and rolled it
out so show all of the weapons hidden inside. Hatchets, cleavers, screwdrivers,
some so pristine that they made your eyes water while some where rusted, dull
and painted with dried blood.
You clapped your hands together excitedly and jumped off of your drum to stand
beside The Joker in front of the table, “What a beautiful date idea!”
His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in front of him so that he could
kiss your neck and hiss in your ear, “The first of many.”
◇ His hands are brushing a piece of hair away from your face, and that beautiful, bright smile is on his face again.
◇ DK x reader
◇ soulmate!au - You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. (credit. @silentpeaches)
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Should you open your eyes? On one hand, it was fun to see which colour you’d be seeing in for the week, whether it be reds or blues or greens or purples. On the other hand, seeing in monochrome served as a constant reminder that you hadn’t found your soulmate yet.
Heaving a great sigh, you let your eyes flutter open. You grinned as you saw your previously sky blue ceiling a lovely mint green colour. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you peered around your room in interest. Your bedside table was a dark shade of juniper, bed sheets a plane of chartreuse.
You sighed, taking in the beautiful spectrum of colours surrounding you. You wished you were able to return the favor to your soulmate - whether they were showing you so many colours on purpose or not. Your parents were firm believers that you should never change your eye colour, no matter if it was with contacts or surgery. They claimed that it wasn’t natural and that it wasn’t meant to happen. You had never told them that you had probably seen more colour in your short life than they had in the 25 years it took to find each other - you didn’t need them holding a grudge against your soulmate before you had even found him.
Rolling out of bed, your feet pattered against the light olive floors until you came to your wardrobe. By now, you had gotten used to distinguishing all of your clothes, even though they were the same colour. You remember when your world was all shades of brown - you spent an hour and a half searching for a pair of socks because they blended in with your chest of drawers.
Picking out your waitresses outfit - which today, was a beautiful fern colour-, you quickly got dressed so you could get to work on time for 10:00. You only worked on Saturdays and Sundays, thankfully, because for the rest of the week you were caught up with high school and homework.
After fixing your hair up, which was a shade of green as well, you rushed downstairs, making sure to grab an apple and a quick drink. You always ended up getting a proper breakfast at the diner, anyway, so there was no need to fill yourself up now.
“Bye!” You yelled behind you as you slammed the front door, shouldering your satchel and starting the walk towards the diner. You sighed. As beautiful and as fascinating as seeing the world in different shades of the same colour was, you wished you could see in actual colour. All different tones of purples and green and blues and whatever other colours you aren’t bothered to say.
You felt even worse for your soulmate - they had changed your vision, by wearing contacts or whatever they were doing that changed the colours you encountered, but you were strictly forbidden from doing so. Your soulmate had lived a monochrome life, and would live like that until you met.
You hoped you met soon. You were pretty sure that if you stayed like this for any longer, you would go insane. Like the people who were so desperate to see colour that they thought the answer was death. Like the people who were forced into mental institutions because they had gone crazy from seeing one colour for their whole life.
So distracted by your wondering thoughts, you were oblivious to the fact that you had reached the diner. Sighing, you pushed open the doors and were met by the familiar breakfast smells of pancakes, eggs, and coffee. The diner was pretty busy for this time of morning and the pleasant sound of light talk.
“Ew, keep it PG, kids,” you chastise jokingly as you see your friend and co-worker, Sana, kiss her boyfriend goodbye. Sana giggles and her boyfriend smiles, but they’re so caught up in each other that they’re back to staring into each others eyes a few minutes later. You smile sadly. You wanted a love like that, desperately.
“Get aproned up and start working!” Vera, the owner of the diner, scolds you lightly from her spot in front of the grill. Rolling your eyes, you head out back to set your bag down and tie the small apron around your waist, preventing your uniform from getting too much stains on it.
“6 orders of pancakes, 6 orders of bacon and eggs, and 1 order of waffles and syrup,” Vera informs you, giving you 7 of the plates to balance expertly on your arms, while handing the rest to Sana, who had finally started working after exchanging goodbyes with her boyfriend for the millionth time.
“Who needs this much food?” Sana mutters quietly to you, as she skirts around tables with a grace that only comes with 2 years minimum of waitressing.
You shrug, following her to table 4, near the window. “Obviously them.” Them, referring to the thirteen boys sitting around the table and making probably 60% of the noise in the diner.
“Here are your orders!” Sana chirps, setting down the plates where they’re wanted. After she finishes off giving out her plates, she scatters off, picking up more plates and serving more tables.
“Bacon and eggs?” You question, watching the boys lift their hands. You set down the plates and notice one boy without one. “You must be waffles and syrup?”
He nods, and as you’re leaning in to hand him his plate, you notice something - forest green eyes, staring back at you. And then his hand is brushing against yours accidentally - and suddenly, everything is shifting. Your hand jerks back, but luckily he has a strong grip on the plate and it doesn’t go falling.
You gulp, turning your head to watch as things return to their designated natural colour - the diner’s leather seats are red, the tables are red and silver, the sky is a bright and brilliant blue, his hair is dark, hazelnut brown, and his skin is beautifully tanned.
You let out a disbelieving laugh, before turning back to him - your soulmate, who’s finished inspecting the world of colour and has started to watch you, a bright smile on his face. His friends have let him get up and approach you, trying to secretly watch your exchange, but really, they’re bad at being secretive.
“So…” You breath, rubbing your hand up and down your arm nervously. “You… you’re my soulmate…”
He lets out a nervous laugh of his own, trying to meet your eyes but also trying to avoid them. “I - I guess I am.” It’s silent for a moment, before you have the same thought, and move forward, wrapping your arms around each other.
This would be awkward if it was with anybody but him. You had literally just met, but it was a thank you for him - for letting you see colour, for finally coming into your life.
“I’m Seokmin,” he breathes, pulling away from you to inspect you. His hands are brushing a piece of hair away from your face, and that beautiful, bright smile is on his face again.
“I’m _____.” You’re blushing now, you don’t know what from. His stare, his friends stares - maybe the diner’s stares, because people have caught on to what has happened and are starting to clap.
“Back to work, ______!” Vera calls from the kitchen. You look back at her - her smile is wide and her eyes are sparkling. “You can see lover-boy after your shift!”
Summary: It’s summer in Aruba and you’ve just landed a job at the most swanky hotel on the island, Riu Palace. It seems to be shaping up to be a pretty good summer with surfing, parties, bonfires and midnight swims. You were, however, not prepared for a certain brunette boy to show you the ways of living life. Word Count: 2,464 Warnings: None. A/N: The first part was more for you guys to get to know the characters. Hopefully you’ll love this one! And thank you SO much for 800 followers, I love you guys so so much xx
Later on that night, you were standing in front of your floor to ceiling mirror, observing your white tunic dress. It was rather short but you had swimwear underneath it and it was adorable so you nodded in satisfaction, running your fingers through your hair as you stared at yourself.
A knock sounded through the door and you didn’t have to wait for long before Michelle came bursting through the door, grinning like she had just won the lottery when she spotted you. You raised an amused eyebrow at her, wondering what was wrong with her. It was when you bent over, the open palm of your hand supporting your weight on the wall, slipping on your sandals that she opened her mouth.
“You’re wearing your fuck me dress.” She said and you almost slipped, catching yourself in the last second with a gasp.
She awoke to the press of his lips against her jaw. Her light sigh and the flutter of her long eyelashes against her cheeks drew a low chuckle out of him.
With a small hum, she rolled over and instinctively tucked her head beneath his chin.
“Hey,” he said a little louder, reaching up to stroke her neck with his fingertips. "Come on, now.“
“Mmmyes.” He made to pull away, but she latched her arms and legs around his shoulders and hips, pinning him to her as she snuggled back into the comfort of soft pillows and warm sheets. "Ahiru, come on.“
“You’re going to be late.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Class. It’s Monday, and your students will be waiting.”
And then, with a squawk, she was up, accidentally colliding her foot with Fakir’s shin as she scrambled from their sheets. Fakir grimaced in pain, massaging the forming bruise on his leg.
After recovering, he contented himself with watching her while she bustled back and forth between the restroom and their bedroom, clothes flying as she grumbled to herself from around her toothbrush. "I shlept sho latesh!“
Fakir chuckled and let his eyes fall shut. The sheets still smelled like her hair.
When he opened his eyes again, she was standing beside their bed, an oversized, pale yellow sweater covering her leotard and tights, a scarf wrapped around her neck, her hair piled up into a neat bun (well almost, considering that stubborn lock of hair that jutted straight up on every occasion).
Despite her own tardiness, she took the time to crawl back onto the mattress, leaning down to deposit a light kiss to his lips. "Today’s the day you find out, huh?“ She reached over him for the nightstand, plucking the gold band from its usual spot beside his own larger one.
“Mm.” He kissed her again—longer. Deeper. And then, “You’re late.”
30.09.2015 // My poor old satchel is on its last legs so I snapped this new one up at an outlet village somewhere off the M1. It’s the perfect size for my laptop or iPad, a couple of notebooks and reading packs and my pencil case.
Badger and I challenged each other to the stupidest possible analysis essays on Over The Garden Wall
This is a real thing I am doing right now.
The Symbolism of Greg and Wirt’s Outfits In Over The Garden Wall
One of the most important things about the boys’ outfits is that they need to play a part in the misdirection. When we see Wirt and Greg, either in promotional material or when they first appear in the episode, we think ‘well, they look weird’. Wirt looks weird because his clothes are things we recognise from somewhere, but are thrown together without providing a real focal direction for his look. Greg looks weird because he’s wearing a normal outfit with a kettle on his head.
Characters: Thranduil, reader || Genre: Angst, but better than last time, and this really is it || Summary: More than a year after saying goodbye to his dream lover, Thranduil has the occasion to see her again for much needed closure. || Previous chapters in the “Glory of the Snow” series: 123456
To say he was not expecting it was quite the understatement.
It surprised him. Enough to bring him to his knees. The underbrush
caught and scraped his skin. After a breath of heady magic and will, it
caught his clothes too.
Pain shot up from his side, a paralyzing pulse emanating from
His hand caught the wood and fletching as he settled heavily
onto the ground. His staff clattered somewhere beyond him, his eyes closing as
vertigo passed over him. One moment he had been leaping, and the next caught by
the whistle and pang of the most perfect aim.
But more so than the pain, a panic rose to his throat at the
sound of a calling voice. Branches rustled and feet pattered as someone ran for
He could burn everything.
His predator could not catch him if he did not want them to,
even now. And if they saw what they hunted they would skin him, or he would
kill them as they tried. He would have to—
Too late. His indecision only left him staring asthe trees burst and someone appeared.
Face marked full of a fellow Creator and ignorance, he
And then he stared as sudden horror took her expression.
Just as surprised as he was.
The relief that flooded through him was enough to forget the
“I had—“ she stepped toward him, back, and then rushed to
“Are you alright!?—I had not—“
Her hands were on him, fingers lacing through his to grasp
the wood of her arrow. He traced his gaze over the bow strung on her shoulder,
the satchels on her belt, and the silk that was her hair as it spilled bright
in the darkness.
His hand caught her arm as she fussed and suddenly her eyes
were on his again, full of confusion and guilt.
“I thought you were a
And he laughed.
Sitting in the forest with the Elvhen hunter and her arrow
in his ribs, he laughed loud enough to wake the sky.
“I’m sorry—It was dark I—“
His laugh was pinching the blood pouring down his side,
warm and slick in the layers of his clothes.
“I had no idea, I’m so sorry, ir abelas I was so, so wrong—“
His smile caught her face, and she stared at him in her stricken
He should show her anger. It was what was probably expected.
And perhaps he would be angry too, her marked Dalish face enough to normally
stir his mind into judgment.
But oh, she had been
And her arrow had struck the truth her eyes had clearly
witnessed. Nothing but his own secrets had lied to her. And he could not find
anger in her confused compassion.
“It went through…” she whispered and he realized she was
practically hugging him now, lifting his spine up toward her embrace with one
hand while the other undoubtedly grasped the arrowhead peeking from his back.
“An impressive shot.”
His voice seemed to startle her and he realized he hadn’t
spoken until now.
She glared at him but the irate expression was obviously for
herself. “It would have been if you were actually a wolf.”
His chuckle made him cringe this time, twisted as he was
around the wood.
“I have to break it in half and pull it through.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It is… alright.”
A hand pushed heavily at his chest. His hand cupped hers
around the wood as she snapped it.
He memorized her face as she stared at his wound in
It slipped through, the arrowhead thudding to the dirt
She helped him sit easier, but before she rushed to grasp whatever
poultice she most likely had in her belt, magic burst from his hands and
illuminated the woods.
She stopped, watched as he twisted it around himself, the
air thick with spells as it weaved into his skin. He breathed, closed his eyes, and waited for time to catch
up with them.
They were quiet there for some time.
He let her bandage him
through his magic.
“You are far from Arlathvhen hunter.”
She scoffed. “The other clans had chased away
most of the hunting this far. I thought that at least this far there would be
more food and less… people.”
Her face flushed. Shame and embarrassment doing nothing but
to further endear her and her ‘mistake’ to him.
She shook her head. “You aren’t angry?”
“At the moment I am thinking on the luck that you caught my side
and not my heart.”
She seemed more horrified.
“Forgive me, I am alright.” He assured.
“I can’t believe… I swore I saw—“
Her hands left his blood and skin, and she settled into the
light dripping through the trees onto them.
They watched each other.
And finally his hand reached out, taking hers.
He smiled, genuinely. He did not have to lie to show
her his expression of wonder at being caught.
And she was owed at least some reward.
“I am Solas, if there are to be any introductions.”
“Give it back!"
Jumping up as high as she could, the tiny blonde couldn’t reach her
burly student shook his head. "Imma
need your number first.”
Mavis blinked back sudden tears and looked left and
right. The closest students she could see were too far. “You don’t even know
me! I just want my notes." She settled her satchel around her neck and
shoved her hands into her pockets.
“You heard her.
She wants her notebook back."
The new arrival smiled at the jock and it wasn’t pleasant. He rested his weight lightly on the balls of
his feet, just waiting for a response.
"I-I-I was gonna give it back!" The sandy brown haired boy stuttered,
"H-here!" He thrust the
tattered wire bound book towards the girl, not even waiting for her hands to take
it before turning and running down the quad.
The girl slipped her book into her bag and reached out to snag the
sleeve of the young man who was already leaving. Mavis blushed, her hand-eye co-ordination was
a bit off. Instead of fabric, she was
clutching warm skin.
She gulped air and soldiered on, "thanks for helping me." Mavis smiled with all her considerable
heart. "I’m Mavis! Mavis Vermillion." She thrust out her other hand and clasped her
rescuer’s hand firmly. "Pleased to
She stared, her saviour was only a head taller than
her. He’d scared off a guy a head taller
than himself - and who’d out massed him by at least fifty pounds. His dark reddish eyes were intelligent and
the grin that made a sudden appearance on his face was wide and boyish.
“The pleasure was all mine, Miss Vermillion." He tugged at his hand, "Be safe.”
Mavis tightened her hold.
“I fear I will require your name kind sir.”
“Zeref, Zeref Dragneel." The grin lost some of its brightness, "I
need to get going. If I may have my hand
Blushing furiously, Mavis shook her head, “Just a
minute!" Digging in her bag, she
scrabbled around and withdrew a marker with a happy exclamation. She thumbed off the cap and wrote a series of
digits on Zeref’s hand, going over his wrist and up his arm somewhat. She let go with a wistful smile, "Call me.”
“You don’t even know me." Zeref’s words echoed Mavis’ earlier
cries. He smiled gently and Mavis
blushed in acknowledgement. Zeref walked
past towards the science building.
"But I'd like to
get to know you!" Mavis blurted
these words and Zeref halted and turned back.
"Do we even have anything in common?" His words were perhaps harsh, but his tone
The certainty in her voice made Zeref cross his arms. “Really?”
“Betcha,” Mavis giggled. Her hunches were legendary. “Betcha you get to pay for our first
"You’re on. You
tell me what we have in common other than going to the same college and other
obvious human similarities, and I’ll foot the bill for a date.“
Twirling a long strand of blonde hair in one hand Mavis gave
her new acquaintance another sunny smile.
"We’re taking the same science course.”
“Be that as it may, that’s easily guessed by me heading
towards the science building." The
black haired male shrugged. "That’s
maybe worthy of a coffee date.”
“Biology with Professor Tate. Honours degree.”
Bewildered and bemused, Zeref nodded. “Okay.
Should I tell you or will you let me know where we’re going?”
Mavis shouldered her satchel again and walked beside her new
friend. “I’m going to let that be a surprise.”
Just recently, I found myself traveling to the great city of New York (NYC). NYC is the busiest place that I have ever been to and you will probably ever go. Cars, especially cabs, everywhere you look, people eating, drinking, and talking all around you - it can easily get pretty overwhelming, causing you to lose your train of thought or do whatever it is you do when you get nervous. My experience went pretty well, but for some reason I was inspired to write you a little travel guide for the city. Here we go.
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