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Loki and Children

I have been having some thoughts about the original mythological Loki and the thought that has been on my mind most is this:

Loki is

1. Surprisingly great with kids

2. Is addicted to parenthood

Let me explain.

As to the first bit, well, yeah, it’s surprising. Or it should be at first glance. Because, seriously, this is fucking Loki. Standing in close proximity to him for longer than a minute is bound to result in theft, arson, a splash of bloodshed for color, and at least one confused party waking up in bed with the fucker. He’s a chaotic, manic, and generally hazardous force to be reckoned with.

To us. That is, adults.

Mortals, gods, giants, trolls, dwarves, et cetera–but only those who are mature.* *Read: there is Something to be Gained from conning, seducing, or otherwise messing with us. Whether it’s to save his own skin, or to get some sweet petty vengeance, or to steal a bauble, or to satisfy some carnal itch, or to just fuck up somebody’s day for the Hel of it, Loki only ever targets those he can take something worthwhile from. 

And what is there to take from kids? 

Plenty of folks on his extremely extensive Enemies List have children, of course. No one in the Norse mythos was especially mindful of dropping their seed. So. Children.

Children–easy to fool, easy to make a hostage, easy to charm and siphon their parents’ secrets and treasures from–should be great big bullseyes to the God of Mischief and Trickery and Assorted Other Unscrupulous Things. Yet there isn’t a single Edda or snippet of lore in which Loki makes cruel use of them. Not once. 

But what’s the big deal? Most of the rude and/or villainous characters in Norse mythology don’t bother with harassing kids either. Except in the case of stories like Loka Táttur.

Loka Táttur is a tale about how a farmer loses a bet with a vicious troll who swears to kill the farmer’s little boy. The farmer calls upon three gods in turn. Odin, Hoenir, and Loki. Odin and Hoenir both disguise the boy and hide him away, but the troll is too clever and each time manages to sniff out the boy’s hiding place. Ultimately it is Loki who hides the kid–pulling an Idunn-in-a-Nutshell gag and hiding him as a speck on the eye of a flounder in the water–and then, rather than stepping back as Odin and Hoenir did from their work, he sits in his boat and lets the troll see him.

The troll, being suspicious, asks what Loki’s business is. Only fishing, obviously. The troll demands to join him. Lo and behold, they bring up a wealth of flounders, including the one where the boy’s hidden. Loki manages to change the boy back to his true shape and hide the kid behind his back without the troll noticing. As Loki brings the boat back to shore, and to the farmer’s boathouse with the latter’s doors open, Loki tells the boy to run through the boathouse. He goes, the troll gives chase, and the troll becomes wedged in the entryway. 

At which point Loki proceeds to chop off the troll’s legs and stick an iron stake in the bastard’s skull. Then he walks the kid back home. The grand payoff for Loki after all this? 

The boy is safe. The troll is dead. The End.

Huh.

Now, much as Loki may have been the catalyst for a lot of corpses pre-Ragnarok–see his business with Thor getting his hammer back and leading more than one giant into a death trap–Loki is actually very rarely, if ever, one to get his hands dirty by killing a victim himself. Even Baldr was done in by an arrow he aimed with blind Hod’s fingers. So why did Loki personally orchestrate this plan in such a grisly way? For what gain?

What, other than the satisfaction of personally slaughtering the would-be child-killing prick troll?

In a less bloody narrative, we see his hand in getting Thialfi and Roskva, a pair of mortal siblings, taken into Thor’s service. While the exact ages of the two aren’t mentioned, they are young enough to still be in the care of their parents. When Thor and Loki are travelling it’s their father who invites them under their roof. Thor’s goats are slaughtered for the evening meal and–in some tellings–it is Loki who entices the son, Thialfi, into breaking a leg bone to taste the marrow. When morning comes and Thor resurrects his goats, one has a broken leg.

Thor’s visibly pissed—never ever a good thing–and so the family offers to make some compensation.

Loki, coughing through his hand: ThialfibroketheboneheshouldpledgeservicetoThor

Thialfi: Uh–

Loki, clearing his throat: Alsotakethesistertwoforonedeal

Rosvka: But I didn’t do anything—

Loki, en sotto voce: Kids, consider your options. Teensy mortal lifetime of toil on Midgard, harvesting dirt and snow on one hand. Potentially immortal lifetime, I don’t know, scrubbing giant blood off Mjolnir in Thor’s hall on Asgard on the other. Verdict?

Both: Sold.

Loki: Excellent! Really, Thor, you’re a master dealmaker, a born barterer, I’m in awe.

Thor: Wh—

Loki: AND WE’RE BACK TREKKING LETS GO

Cue laugh track.

Point being, Loki has been shown to purposefully go out of his way to help kids because…because. Yet how does this translate to the idea of him being good with kids?

I ask this purely hypothetically and am trying not to laugh as I do, because really. Really. How in the hell is a kid not going to be entertained by the Norse god of revelry and recreation?

Oh yeah, that bit’s often left off the résumé.

Loki, God of Mischief, is also God of Recreation. Play, in other words. Because playtime is a thing that is Chaotic rather than a product of Order, and so Loki is naturally all over it. There are some who even credit him with having added that trait to the first humans, Ask and Embla, while Odin, Vili, and Vé were carving them and breathing character into their souls.

On top of that, he’s also the god of flyting—poetic shit-talking.

So we have a shapeshifting, storytelling, magic-wielding, game-spinning, trickster god who can also teach young ears every bad word they could ever hope to learn, and he’s expected not to be a hit with kids? This is all without even mentioning the fact that Loki is a bit of a hyperactive attention hog all on his own. What better audience for him than a gaggle of credulous little onlookers who are too young to sneer at his antics rather than take delight in them? Children are wee balls of mischief themselves, muddled in with imagination and wonder and an eagerness to be wowed or made to laugh themselves into weeping.

All of which brings me to point number two:

Loki is a kidaholic.

Like, even though a lot of his and/or her sleeping around the Realms can be chalked up to an insane libido, there’s also just the sheer number of kids they’ve produced to factor in. Maybe more than even Odin or Thor could boast. At least half being born from Loki herself. Not because Loki was helpless against the workings of nature—it’s impossible to believe that Loki wasn’t smart enough or powerful enough to get around producing new Lokisons and Lokisdottirs with every other bedmate—but because Loki wants more kids. There will never be enough kids.

The guy’s got a case of severe paternal/maternal hoarding going on. I mean

Loki: I need another one.

Odin: You really don’t.

Loki: You’re right. I need two other ones.

Odin: I am positive that you do not.

Loki: Three. Triplets. Need them. Right now.

Odin: Loki.

Loki: Four? Four. Definitely four.

Odin: Loki, please.

Loki: Yeah, let’s go with four. I can give or get. I’ll flip a coin.

Odin: Loki, as Allfather, I am expressly forbidding you to impregnate or be impregnated for at least a century.

Loki: Fine.

Odin: …

Loki: …I’ll settle for three.

Odin: What did I just say?

Loki: Three’s a good number, isn’t it? All good things come in threes. You and your brothers—

Odin, fighting an aneurysm: You and your brothers—

Loki: So you agree!

Odin: I did not—

Loki: Three it is!

Odin: Loki—

Loki: Be back when I feel like it

Odin: Loki

Loki: Give my love to Sleipnir

Odin: LOKI—

Loki, pantsless, vaulting over the wall, cartwheeling towards Jötunheimr’s Ironwood forest: Bye

It’s in that Ironwood that he meets Angrboda and fathers a giant wolf, a giant snake, and the literal corpse-faced queen-goddess of the dead by her. Being that Loki’s scope of attractiveness/aesthetic acceptability is elastic enough to let all sorts of species between his legs, I find it hard to believe that his kids’ unique looks would repulse or even faze him. They’re his children. Therefore they’re great.

And we all know how that happy family ended up. Ditto his second family with Sigyn and his two little twin boys.

Enter Ragnarok, warfare, general Bad Times, and so on.

Anyway.

Comical as it is to envision a Loki who cringes at the notion of parenthood and/or fears his more monstrous children, I just don’t believe it lines up with what we know of the Loki of myth.

Myth Loki is a god who would spend hours entertaining a child, simply entertained that the child is entertained.

Myth Loki is also a god who would hunt down and methodically dismember whichever idiot thought it would be okay to make a child cry within said god’s earshot.

anonymous asked:

I know you probably have a lot of requests with the gods and monsters - but would you ever do an Ares based one?

Zeus’s mistress Io remains in her form of a cow, guarded by Hera’s servant Argus, and Hera is content.

She will remain in that form until her death. Hera hopes that lying with her husband was worth the sacrifice.

Zeus won’t speak to her, unwilling to admit the cow is actually his lover and ensure her death, and equally unwilling to stand against his wife to try and rescue her. Hera has him just where she wants him, and it can’t last, it never does, but she intends to enjoy it while it does.  

Then Artemis comes to her, gold and fierce. She never flinches away from her queen, staring her in the face as if she is nothing more than another of her huntresses. If Hera did not hate her for being her husband’s daughter, she thinks she might actually like the girl. “Io has a destiny,” she says, “you must let her go.”

“I don’t care for her destiny,” Hera says idly, “especially when that destiny involves getting with my husband’s child.”

“She is to give birth to a new line of kings,” Artemis hisses, “to be the wife of a death god, to be mother goddess of a whole new people. She is not meant for us. You must let her go.”

“I am Hera,” she says, “I am Queen. I must do nothing.”

Artemis growls, hand twitching for her bow, but Hera only raises an eyebrow. Let the girl try. There are few that can stand against her, and the huntress is not among them. Artemis lets out a low breath and says, “Do it, my queen, and I will grant you what it is you most desire.”

“Some peace and quiet?” Hera asks.

“A child,” she answers. “Let Io go, let her fulfill her destiny as a goddess of the Black Land of the Nile. If you do that, I, the patron goddess of childbirth, will personally use every ounce of power I possess to ensure you conceive and deliver a child of Zeus.”

Hera’s eyes narrow, “Neither my power nor his has ever been able to achieve this. What makes you think you are any different?”

“We all have our domains,” she says, “just as you cannot command the sea, just as your husband has no power over the art of weaving, so can I ensure a healthy child when you could not.”

She taps her fingers against her throne. They call her a mother goddess, though she’s raised no children. Hephaestus may be her precious son, but he doesn’t know that it was not her that threw him from Olympus. Very few people know that. And she didn’t raise him regardless, that honor belongs to Hecate.

A child, of her and Zeus. A child she can raise.

“I accept,” she announces. “You may take her, and Zeus may fulfill her destiny.” She leans forward, brings the oppressive weight of her power to the fore and lowers the pressure of the air until Artemis is left shivering. “Know this, Patron Goddess of Childbirth. If Io births a son of Zeus before I do, I will travel to the Black Land of the Nile and slay her and her children with my own two hands. Not even Hades will be able to put her back together again.”

“Yes, my Queen,” Artemis says, unable to keep her teeth from chattering.

~

Hera is true to her word. She allows Hermes to think he’s tricked Argus and to steal Io away. She pretends to be outraged at the audacity, at the pure white cow traveling to the sands of the Nile.

Artemis is true to her word. Hera lies with Zeus, like she has so many times before, and a child grows inside of her. One day she stands before her husband and brings his hand to the swell of her stomach, “This is your child.”

Something almost like happiness steals across his face. She forgets, sometimes, that they hate each other only as much as they love each other. After so much time together, many would think it would be one or the other. They simply opted for both.

Artemis is there during the birth, her easy confidence more comforting then Hera will ever admit. Delivering Hephaestus was easy compared to this. She screams and cries and Hestia’s hands on her shoulders are all that keeps her from collapsing and begging someone to just cut the child from her. She doesn’t think she can die in childbirth, not with Artemis between her legs. She wishes she’d thought to ask before this began.

But she does not die. Her son is born, just as healthy and beautiful as Hephaestus was. “Well done,” Artemis says softly, placing the squirming child into her arms.

Zeus touches her hair and kisses his son’s forehead. “We shall call him Ares.”

“Very well,” she agrees, so tired her eyes struggle to stay open.

She hands her son to Hestia, and finally allows sleep to take her.

~

Ares grows into the spitting image of his father. Same copper-red skin, same silky black hair. Her husband keeps it short, but her son lets his grow long. The minutes Hera spends every morning brushing his hair are among her favorite.

He has an eager smile and a soft heart. Hera doesn’t know where he got it, since it’s certainly not from her or Zeus. Demeter tolerates his bumbling after her, though any time Kore attempts to meet her cousin Demeter’s temper frays. Poseidon allows Ares to explore the depths of the sea with a minor sea god acting as his guide. Apollo plays for him, and Artemis teaches him to hunt. Zeus’s lightning doesn’t burn his son, and when storms rage he takes Ares to the top of Olympus and teaches him to throw lightning bolts.

Hera selfishly does not allow Ares to go to the underworld. She knows he would be safe there, that Hades would protect him as he protected Hephaestus, but that’s precisely why she won’t allow it. They got to raise one of her sons already. It pains her to share Ares with them now.

He is happy, and kind, kinder than anyone would expect a child of her womb to be.

“He must choose a domain,” Zeus rumbles, watching Ares shoot arrows with perfect accuracy.

“He is a child still,” Hera says, “let him remain so for a little longer.”

“If he does not choose a domain,” Zeus warns, “one will choose him. We are gods. We must be gods of something.”

She flickers her gaze at him, and he scoots an inch away from her. “He is a child, and for now a child he will remain. We are not Demeter. We shall not thrust the responsibilities and power of a deity on a child who is not prepared for it.”

Zeus disapproves, but says nothing more.

Her son will be the god of something patient, something soft. The god of lost children, of heartbroken suitors, of forgiveness. Something where his gentle heart will aid him instead of hurt him.

She traded her happiness for power. She doesn’t regret it. But Ares doesn’t need to do the same – she’s the most powerful goddess that still walks the earth. He’s her son, and he’ll want for nothing she can provide.

~

Ares is almost fully grown, long hair reaching his hips even braided, and the strength of his limbs is such that he can keep up with Artemis on her most vigorous of hunts, that he can throw his father’s lightning bolts halfway across the world.

He’s been to every place, and met every god of the earth, sea, and sky.

Except for one.

 It’s not hard to find the volcano. He’s strong enough and old enough to take care of himself, and his mother does not worry when he says he’s going to the earth. But he did not tell her where, precisely, on the earth he was going.

He has strong legs.  It’s easy for him to climb to the top of the volcano. He’s almost made it there when something grabs his shoulders, stilling him. He turns, and stares into a single large eye. “What are you doing?” the cyclopes growls.

“I’m looking for Hephaestus,” he says, “He’s my brother.”

“My master has many brothers,” the cyclopes says.

Ares shakes his head. He is not the product of his father’s fling with a sprite or mortal. “I am Ares, son of Zeus and Hera. Just as Hephaestus is. I came here to meet my brother.” The cyclopes hesitates. He asks, “What’s your name?”

“Brontes,” he answers, surprised.

“Brontes,” he smiles, “I just want to meet him. I’ve never met him before. I won’t linger.”

There’s a moment where Brontes looks conflicted, and Ares tries to look as unassuming as possible. “Fine,” he huffs, “but don’t get angry at me if he dips you in lava.”

“That would be fun,” he says brightly. Lightning doesn’t burn him. So far the only thing hot enough to cause him pain is Hestia’s fire. He probably could go swimming in lava.

Brontes looks at him as if he’s slightly unhinged. He just keeps smiling.

~

There are more cyclopes underneath, and bright glittering machines that Ares can’t even begin to wrap his mind around. “Who are you?” someone demands, and a hand grabs his wrist and yanks him away from a boiling vat of lava that he’d been peering into.

He looks up at a man taller and broader than he is. He has skin almost as dark as the obsidian of his volcano, but lighter eyes. They are the color of dark amber, of molasses. “We have the same eyes,” he says happily.

Hephaestus releases him instantly. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not?” he asks, “The mortals talk of you. No one else will. But you’re my brother, right?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he repeats, “Does Zeus know where you are?”

He shrugs, taking a step closer. His brother takes a step back. He wonders if he’ll have to treat Hephaestus like a spooked horse.  “Father doesn’t keep track of where I am. Mom know I’m on earth.” Hephaestus flinches, small enough that he almost doesn’t notice. “We have her eyes, you know.”

He can’t stop starring at Hephaestus’s skin. They do not work like mortals – Demeter, Hestia, Zeus, and Hera are all different shades despite coming from the same parents. But – Ares looks so much like his father. Kore looks like Demeter. Yet Hephaestus looks nothing like their father. He can see their mother in him, in the eyes and shape of his jaw, even in how angry he is right now. He looks like Hera does when she’s about to lose her temper, lips pressed into a thin line and the careful stillness of his shoulders.

“I wasn’t trying to make you angry,” he says plaintively, “I only wanted to say hello.”

Unlike their mother, Hephaestus lets out a deep breath and seemingly all of his anger along with it. “I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Why? You don’t even know me.”

Hephaestus kicks him lightly in the shin, the pretty gold and copper of his metal legs catching his eye. “You have legs, and I do not. Hera did not throw you from Mount Olympus as she threw me.”

Ares looks hard at his brother’s face. The stories say his mother threw her son away for being ugly, but he seems just as handsome as any other god Ares has seen. His features are strong and chiseled, and he supposes that could have looked unattractive on a baby, but –

– his mother loves him. Hera loves him with a ferocity only matched by her temper, she loves him at his most mischievous and irritable, loves him when a stray thunderbolt sets Demeter’s hair on end, loves him when even Artemis and Apollo have grown tired of his antics, loves him when Athena can tolerate no more of his questions. He is her son, and so her love comes without conditions.

He doesn’t think Hera would have loved his brother any less just because of how he looked.

He also knows that if he tries to say that, it’s likely Hephaestus will push him into a lava pit.

“Well, that’s not my fault,” he says, “If you don’t want us to be brothers, can’t we at least be friends?”

Hephaestus’s face softens. He looks like their mother then too.  He crosses his arms, “You can’t tell your parents.”

Our parents, he thinks but doesn’t say. “Obviously. Where did you get so many cyclopes?”

The last remnants of his brother’s stern façade shatters as he throws back his head and laughs.

~

Ares is very near maturity, more adult than child, and his father constantly pressures him to choose a domain. He usually quiets with one sharp glance from his wife, but the fact remains that it is time for Ares to take his place among the gods of the pantheon, to have temples in his name and worshipers like a proper deity.

He doesn’t really want any of that.  He wants to continue hunting with Artemis, learning with Athena, building with Hephaestus.

His brother lets him help out in his workshop sometimes, if he’s very careful and does exactly as he’s told. Otherwise he sits on a table, legs swinging, and watches his brother work and tells him about what he does in the time in-between visits. He talks about their mother enough that Hephaestus doesn’t flinch at her every mention, which Ares can only consider an improvement. Sometimes Brontes will stand beside him and they’ll eat sweet buns together.

Unfortunately, all things, good and bad, must come to an end.

~

There are two giants, Otus and Ephialtes, who grow tired of hearing of the golden boy of Olympus, who grow jealous of his kindness and his beauty.

These two giants sneak onto Mount Olympus in the middle of the night, sneak into Ares’s room, and kidnap him. They’re not stupid enough to attempt to kill him. Instead, they stuff him into an urn, and seal him inside. Ares rages and fights, uses every trick he can think of to break out his prison, but none of them work.

Stuck at the bottom of the urn and seething, he can’t help but think that if he’d listened to his father and chosen a dominion he might be strong enough to free himself. But he didn’t, so he can’t, and instead he waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Days turn to weeks turn to months. He knows they’re looking for him. He knows his mother will tear apart the whole universe attempting to find him if nothing else. But – what if they can’t? What if he’s stuck in this urn for the rest of eternity?

In his darkest moments, his sorrow turns to rage. He is a god, son of Hera and Zeus, how dare they do this to him?

Then, one day, the urn opens.

Hermes peers down into it, then his face splits into a grin. “We’ve been looking for you!” He reaches down and hauls Ares out, and for a moment all he can do is blink at the glaring sun. Then his vision clears, and he sees they’re in the midst of a battle. The giants are fighting against the gods, against his parents, against the twins, against his brother. It’s bloody carnage, but – he can’t help but feel touched that all these people came looking for him. “Almost everyone offered to help find you,” he says, “but Hera didn’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves trying to sneak into their territory.”

No sooner has Hermes finished speaking than a giant barrels into his mother with sickening snap. Her shoulder slopes at a grotesque angle, but it hardly even slows her down.

“I have to help,” he says, a desperate urgency filling him. They came to help him, and now they’re getting hurt. That’s never something he’d wanted.

“Ares, wait!” Hermes calls out as he goes hurtling toward the battle. He doesn’t wait. Fighting on the ground can only do so much good, they’re strong but they’re outnumbered one hundred to one. He darts to Artemis, twisting around the bodies she’s throwing over her shoulder. “I need your bow!”

“Ares!” she says joyously, then, “What?”

“Trust me,” he says, “give me your bow.” A giant comes running towards them. Artemis flips him over her shoulder while continuing to stare at him in confusion. He’d be impressed if he wasn’t so worried. “Artemis, please!”

She hands over her bow. She moves to give him her quiver of arrows as well, but he’s already moving away from her. Next it’s to his father, who’s hurtling lightning bolts towards the swarm of giants crowding him. They’re deadly, but only so effective at close-range. He grabs a sizzling lightning bolt right from Zeus’s hand, the only being on the planet who could do that and survive, and keeps running. “Get clear!” he calls out over his shoulder. “Everyone move!”

He runs up past Hermes, needing to get to high ground for this to work. “Get everyone off the battlefield,” he says to Hermes. “Now.”

Hermes pulls a face, but by the time he makes it to the top of the mountain, the gods have shaken off most of the giants, are far enough away that he doesn’t have to worry.

He can do this. He’s Ares, the son of Hera and Zeus. He’s been trained in archery by the great huntress herself. He breaths in, and strings his father’s lightning bolt like an arrow. He pulls it back, breaths out, and lets the lightning bolt fly.

It lands in the middle of the battlefield full of confused giants. With a great clap of thunder and a burst of light, they’re all gone.

All that remains of the traitorous giants is a crater.

The gods are approaching him, his mother at a limping gait that makes his chest ache. Zeus gets to him first, grin stretched wide as he grabs him by both his shoulders. “My boy! That was magnificent!”

“Thanks,” he says. The smell of charred flesh is in the air, and it makes his stomach roll.

They kidnapped him. They stuffed him in an urn for over a year. They hurt his mom.

That doesn’t mean he enjoyed it. He never wants to do anything like that ever again.

“This was destiny,” his father says enthusiastically, and Ares has no idea what he’s talking about. “This is what you’re meant to do, son.”

He stares. He hopes it’s not.

The other gods are still at the bottom of the mountain. Artemis and Apollo each have one of his mother’s arms slung over their shoulders and are helping her up the mountain. Hermes and Hephaestus aren’t far behind.

He’s never seen his father look so proud of him. There’s a leaden pit in his stomach he can’t explain.

“In honor of my son’s great feat,” Zeus booms, his voice carrying across air, speaking with the voice of the king of the gods so his words become law, so they spread to every corner of the world, “I declare him Ares, God of War.”

Ares can’t breathe.

This isn’t what he wanted.


gods and monsters series, part xvii

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LEGO BATMAN HEADCANNONS - PART 2

oh wOW I DIDN’T EXPECT FOR PEOPLE TO LIKE THE FIRST BATCH SO MUCH???? plus I love making these so I really wanted to make more so here we go:

  • Dick is afraid of downwards escalators. This came from him getting his cape stuck while going for a step and getting stuck. It was only for a few seconds but he may as well be scarred for life. He’ll only ride them if Bruce is there.
  •  For some reason, doctors actually have to give Bruce twice as much anesthetic during operations. This can only go as well as you might expect, with him acting drunk for ages until it wears off. This is a lot of fun for his friends, however. Barbra makes sure she’s recording at all times and insists on taking him to parties everywhere to watch him go crazy, “hhEEYYY, THIS BUILDING IS SO… big” “that’s your company building Bruce”. He insists on laying with Alfred like he’s five and constantly gives him hugs (he called him dad once.) The first time he saw Dick he started to cry and kept saying “my beautiful baby son. look at u. my child.” until he saw a picture of Joker. Everyone lost it once he started drunk-hitting on the picture and uses the video they took of it as blackmail. 
  • Barbra takes Dick shopping with her because he gives the best fashion advice. “GURL, THAT DRESS IS SO YOU!” “Honey this isn’t your color” She jokingly calls him Randy, after the show they watch together (Say Yes to the Dress) because of his godly advice.
  • If you’re anywhere near Wayne Manor on April Fool’s Day, r u n. There is an ever-going prank war going on for the next 24 hours and it’s dangerous.
  • Also, bat/bird puns???? All day. Every day. It could be the absolute worst thing you’ve ever heard but both of them die at each one. “Look, those crooks are ROBIN’ the bank again!” “Bat they might be armed, it’s too dangerous!” You could hardly believe how they manage to do their jobs.
  • Try to play any Queen song near the batfam. They all instantly explode into song and go the whole way through. They have the parts picked out already, too. “Toxic” is also a popular one.
  • Joker cries over fandoms with Harley at least once a week. They live for the sweet discourse in almost any fandom imaginable. Cartoon, music, movies… their lives are ruined.
  • Every villain in Gotham would fight Batman at every possible chance, but they won’t lay a finger on Robin. Not only will Batman beat the crap out of them if they do, Robin is buds with almost anyone and they enjoy his company too much to actually harm him. They turn into stormtroopers and miss every single shot on purpose if Robin’s too close.
  • Joker constantly imagines himself inside of dramatic music videos and acts them all out in real life.
  •  When Bruce gets sick his voice does a complete 180 and he sounds like a chipmunk. He tries not to go and fight crime like this since it’s possible his opponent with die laughing before any one of strikes does the job.
  • Bruce will only plant a kiss on Dick’s head if, and only if, he’s sleeping. He’s not yet comfortable to do it while he’s awake and tries to keep it secret, but Alfred sees all. One night, right when Dick is about to fall asleep, Alfred whispers, “Don’t worry, master Bruce, I’m sure you’ll make his year.” Bruce isn’t afraid anymore.
  • Bruce insists on taking Robin to every party he gets invited to just to brag about him to his friends. He is hellbent on the fact that no child could ever surpass Dick, and even if one could he could always beat them in a fight to the death anyway so it doesn’t even matter.
  • Bruce and Dick often reenact the “when mom isn’t home” (saxophone guy and his kid) video. Dick broke the oven door going on three times now.
  • When the batfam can’t decide on what to do they always resort to “Don’t Laugh” challenge. Alfred is the reining champion. Barbra usually comes close, but ends up failing listening to the others desperately making noises to hide their laughter. Dick never gets past the first video as he’s just too happy all the time, and surprisingly neither does Bruce. Something about the whole situation just makes his willpower melt away and turns him and Dick into giggly maniacs. 
  • Bruce calls Dick a bunch of pet names whenever he cries. “Baby Bird”, “Red Robin” and of course “Boy Wonder” work the best. Dick has names for Bruce too, such as “Batty”, “Masked Millionaire” and “Murciélago”.
  • Robin is at the top of his Spanish class.

Oh, Hello on Broadway Sentence Starters

  • “Oh, hello.”
  • “Charmed I’m sure, I’m _____.”
  • “Theater is the hot, new thing right now.”
  • “We’re filming this as a special for Investigation Discovery.”
  • “But we like to joke that ____ is the master of fun.”
  • “How can I describe the kind of vibe we give off?”
  • “You know when you walk by a travel agency, and you’re like, ‘what?’”
  • “I’m the type of man you would catch at a party going through the coats.”
  • “Each death learning from and improving upon the death before it.”
  • “I am a Tony Award viewing actor.”
  • “It’s a cold wrap, a warm Sierra Mist.”
  • “He wouldn’t let me sulk for one single second.”
  • “We started doing heroin that afternoon.”
  • “It was inspired by, and directly stolen from.”
  • “Who’s that? Who’s that guy?”
  • “When a famous person dies, blame the year, and make it about you.”
  • “We come out with bowler hats on. We take them off, we got two tuna sandwiches on our heads.”
  • “It was like— hey, shut the door— it was like…”
  • “Have you fucking tried dealing with the Shubert Organization?”
  • “They have everything at this place. Old props, old costumes, the cast of Newsies huddled over a flaming garbage can.”
  • “Which the city of New York informs us is a massive fire hazard.”
  • “Why he wore a dress to make a phone call, we will never know.”
  • “Perhaps you didn’t have time before the show to eat at Guy Fieri’s Great American Garbage Fire.”
  • “Her head ended up where?”
  • “That guy is sick as a dick!”
  • “Do you wanna know why? Do you wanna know why, ___? Because I could not afford Adobe Photoshop!”
  • “Alright, we’re having a nice time, so…”
  • “Oh waiter? I’ll have one more root beer, please.”
  • “Not in life, or in the play, ever put your nail in between my nail, in my fingie meat.”
  • “For real, don’t ever do that again. For real.”
  • “What are we? Two characters with different perspectives?”
  • “Twenty-five hundred dollars for a measly five-bedroom with office, crown molding, and fireplace?”
  • “___, is there a— fucking wait!”
  • “Are we on the same team?”
  • “Yeah! The ‘86 Mets.”
  • “Good news comes in thin envelopes.”
  • “Boy, that guy’s going back to Chinatown.”
  • “My father’s in a pitch black room drinking whiskey, and we are not allowed in there.”
  • “On one hand, I was sad my mother killed herself, but on the other hand, I was happy it was my birthday.”
  • “I’ll go banana bread on you, and it’ll be too dry to swallow!”
  • “You need to lose like, seven pounds.”
  • “I’m at Columbia University— as a trespasser.”
  • “Fun fact: I’m the only guy to get kicked out of a cult for being too into it.”
  • “Watch out, raccoons, they’ll steal your food, but next thing you know, they’ll steal your heart.”
  • “First off, we do not have the rights to Bill Joel’s ‘Movin’ Out.’“
  • “You’re God’s born loser, you know that?”
  • “No. No escape. Hey— no, no!”
  • “You know what? Our game show where contestants had to guess what you knew?”
  • “And the one time that guy guessed it, I lied.”
  • “The menu is like nineteen pages long, and even though it’s a diner, it has stuff like lobster on it.”
  • “Could I get a 1970′s coffee? So watery, and grey, and a gun next to it on the table.”
  • “And they don’t at all get a huge fucking tuna comeuppance.”
  • “Thank you for that measured compliment.”
  • “Did Jews not control the world of art?”
  • “When I realized card tricks were actually a trick, I said there must be no God.”
  • “the point is, we used to drink fish.”
  • “Well, we could be living in the subway tunnel if you hadn’t blown it with the mole people.”
  • “I hate to be the first to say it, but New York has changed.”
  • “The 1990′s! Mad About You, pesto sauce, O.J. Simpson breaks his 45-year no killing streak.”
  • “Could you imagine doing something so fucked up, there’s no more Toyota Camry?”
  • “But you’re Jewish and she’s a raccoon!”
  • “It’s just— I’ve never had money before, and I want some.”
  • “The baby is demonic!”
  • “I’m on the floor.”
  • “Could you get me a Ferraro Roche chocolate? Or a Lindt Lindor Truffle? My favorite flavor is blue.”
  • “I need you to go to Just Salad, at like, one P.M. when they’re at their busiest, and just get online and be like ‘now let’s see, how does this work?’“
  • “Will you go to the Magnolia Bakery as featured in the Sex and the City walking tour and just open fire?”
  • “Will you go to Long Island City, Queens? ‘Cause I won’t.”
  • “A look that can only be described as Pussy Safari.”
  • “It’s like, suddenly jewelry stores do have a bathroom I can use?”
  • “You got clam juiced, you white trash idiot.”
  • “Would you stop the Super Bowl halfway through to do a bunch of bullshit?”
  • “You wanted to hear how fucked up I am inside?”
  • “Nobody’ll say it, but Shakespeare is a fucking hack, alright?”
  • “Have we owned this the entire time?”
  • “I’m so sorry that I lied to you about a life changing voice-over opportunity, and then bullied you for forty years.”
  • “I’m so sorry that I really didn’t do anything wrong.”
  • “Oh no, that’s okay, waiter. I bring my own chair places.”
  • “Most of those teens only bought the book because in it, I explained how to make a bomb.”
  • “Oh waiter? I’ll have— well, I’ll have two root beers, please.”
X-Files Fic: But Always Together

For @leiascully‘s X-Files Writing Challenge: “List.”  This is basically a big ol’ “FUCK YOU” to The Field Where I Died.





1. 1890 B.C.

He is a shepherd, the youngest of six sons, tending to one of his father’s many herds.  She is the oldest daughter of a priest, and he sees her fetching water at a well one day and loses all power of speech in the face of her beauty.  He knows who she is- his father and hers are known to each other- and even though she smiles warmly at him, he cannot bring himself to speak to her.  As the youngest of six he has nothing to offer her, and he knows she’ll be married off to some oldest son, some fortunate man who stands to inherit much when his father dies.

One day when he’s out with his flock, he sees her approaching in the distance.  She’s carrying a lamb in her arms- one of his that, it transpires, had managed to wander off without his noticing (he’s been spending more time than he should dreaming about her).  He thanks her profusely, stumbling over his words, expecting her to laugh at him at any moment, but she doesn’t.  She’s sweet and kind and sits with him for hours, talking, until the sun in low on the horizon.

After that, they meet nearly every day, at the well or in the fields.  It takes him months to get up the nerve to ask her if she’s promised to anyone, and in response, she quirks an eyebrow at him and says, “I had assumed you would be asking for my hand, but maybe I was wrong.”

So they approach her father, and of course, he’s against the match, because he has nothing to offer her.  He goes to his father to ask him to intervene, but there’s no help to be had there: his father tells him he’ll find someone more suitable to his station.

They leave, together, that very night.

It’s difficult, far more difficult than either of them could have anticipated, and nearly every waking moment is consumed with ensuring their continuing survival- especially when children start to come- but at the end of every day, there are brief, fleeting moments of peace and love together, and it makes the rest of the hardship worth it.

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° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON ONE :

❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜
❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜
❛ Would you please shut up! ❜
❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜
❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜
❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜
❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜
❛ I heard you the first time. ❜
❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜
❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜
❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜
❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜
❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜
❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜
❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜
❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜
❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜
❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜
❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜
❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜
❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜
❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜
❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜
❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜
❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜
❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜
❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜
❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜
❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜
❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜
❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ I have a gift for you. ❜
❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜
❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜
❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜
❛ You do move quietly. ❜
❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜
❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜
❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜
❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜
❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜
❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜
❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜
❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜

SEASON TWO :

❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜
❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜
❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜
❛ Knowledge is power. ❜
❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜
❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜
❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜
❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜
❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜
❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜
❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜
❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜
❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜
❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜
❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜
❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜
❛ Who threatened you? ❜
❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜
❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜
❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜
❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜
❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜
❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜
❛ You have no need to see this. ❜
❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜
❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜
❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜
❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜
❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜
❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜
❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜
❛ Do you hear me?! ❜
❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜
❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜
❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜
❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜
❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜
❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜
❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜
❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜
❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜
❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜
❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜
❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜
❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜
❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜

SEASON THREE :

❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜
❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜
❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜
❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜
❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜
❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜
❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜
❛ I need an army. ❜
❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜
❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜
❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜
❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜
❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜
❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜
❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜
❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜
❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜
❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜
❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜
❛ So tell me what you want. ❜
❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜
❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜
❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜
❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜
❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜
❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜
❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜
❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜
❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜
❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜
❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜
❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜
❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜
❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜
❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜
❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜
❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜
❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜
❛ How long will you be gone? ❜
❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜
❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜
❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜
❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜
❛ I should have killed you! ❜
partners.

characters: g-dragon x reader ➵ genre: smut ➵ wc: 12.7k

Originally posted by s-tttop

summary: from childhood friends to business owners. too afraid to take it further, either your or jiyong has to make the first move.
author’s note: this is by far my longest work ever. i’m not gonna lie though, i’ve been living for these 5k+ fics, i’m gonna have to start writing more. and i know, i write a lot of g-dragon, don’t kill me for it.
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A SWORD’S SHEATH - A Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction

Story by: @gregogm
Image artist: @wondyworld

A SWORD’S SHEATH
A LEGEND OF ZELDA - BREATH OF THE WILD fanfiction

It has been a year since Link and I vanquished the calamity called Ganon. Hyrule had shown remarkable progress onto getting back on its feet during the past months.

When the news had been announced of my return, everyone across the lands had banded together to help return the kingdom to its former and glorious self. I felt relief and peace when the people didn’t forsake the Sheikah tribe any more. Just like everyone else, they, too, suffered Ganon’s wrath. Seeing people of all kinds working strong and united as one had brought such a beautiful joy to my heart. I know Father would have been proud to see what I was seeing. I was certain that his spirit saw everything from the heavens.

Though there was still much work to do, I was still baffled to see Hyrule Castle rebuilt the way it has been over a century ago. I had walked in its halls, the rooms; it felt so familiar and yet so alienated. 100 years would make you feel as such. Despite the year that had passed, I felt it was too early to occupy this vast home. Castle Town was far from being ready after all and the emptiness of it would freeze my soul if I decided to retake my old home. I wasn’t ready to be crowned Queen of Hyrule just yet.

I also had another surprise. In the castle’s destruction, my old diary had survived. When it was brought back to me, I had shed tears and held it tightly in my arms. It wasn’t as shred as I thought it would be. I had read the old pages written in it. So many different thoughts and feelings had traveled my mind while revisiting the past told.

In the quietness of night, a candle lit my room in the house of Lady Impa. I read my old diary once again as if trying to find a certain attachment to a past era. I must admit, it took me a lot of time to get used to the changes of a hundred years. The adaptation went smoothly well. But truth be told, I kept reading the same pages related to one person in particular: Link.

How I met him, how I had my doubts about him, how I lashed out my frustration to him, how he opened up to me, how he risked his life with no regards for his. How we’ve gotten closer to each other.

Link…

I thought that things would have changed between us. At least, I thought they did at first. But weeks after our victory over the calamity, he… how could I say it. He became the formal Link; the one before he opened up to me. I had asked him if he was all right. Of course he smiled and told me that he was. I felt a wall around him and I didn’t know why. I thought at first that this strange mood of his would go away, but months had passed and he was still sheltering himself from me. Was I at fault? If so, what was my crime?

The morning rained its rays through my room and the birds sang at my window. Summer looked promising at the looks of it. I got up on my feet and stared outside. The village was getting up slowly alive; the shops were opening, the people started working on the field, warriors doing their daily training routines.

Speaking of which, there he was again. Every single day, at the same morning hour, Link was training vigorously with the Master Sword. He gracefully swung the blade cutting through air as if he and the blade were one. The drops of sweat, the strength of his muscles, his hair swimming in air; I would be blind to not notice how handsome he had become.

Our eyes crossed each other for single instant, it made him stopped to look at me. I waved my hand to him, he bowed his head to me.

He bowed. I knew it was out of respect. Everyone bowed to me, I was used to that. But I didn’t want him to.

*****

We travelled to Hyrule Field in the Central Hyrule region. There remained a lot of Guardians and I had asked the help of the people to their dismantlement. Other than the four divine beasts, I took the decision to take them apart. Though the events of the past made them Ganon’s slaves, it was a reminder of large and painful scars yet to be healed for all of us. I believed it was for the best of everyone and for the good of the kingdom’s future.

Link was taking a break. People wouldn’t let him have a moment of peace. He was popular with no surprise; even more with young women, which stung my heart most of the time. He was the hero of Hyrule after all.

I saw him having a playful moment with some children, playing knights with them. The scene lit me in admiration for him. He was a good man, but I had no doubt at all that he would make a great father someday.

I held the Sheikah slate in my hands and captured the wonderful moment. Link appeared to be so happy. My fingers cherished his face on the screen as I blushed seeing his childish smile to the younglings. I felt small burden of jealousy in me. I wished I could made him smile as such. But his heart became once again a fortress. And I seemed to be the enemy.

Why was I guilty? Why was he so carefree to others but not me?

I let those unanswered thoughts for another time and joined Link and the children.

“Is it okay if I play with you?” I asked cheerfully the group.

“Hey, it’s the princess!” a young boy said amazed. “You really wanna play with us?” I nodded.

“But if that’s okay with you,” I said, “I would like to be the hero. You can be my brave companions.” I pointed an adorable girl who made me think of a child version of me. “You will be the princess, and Link can be the evil Ganon.”

I could see he was surprised by that. I sent him a mischievous smile while the children agreed to my plan. He smiled back awkwardly. It was the first smile I’ve gotten from him that felt innocent in a  very long time. Perhaps he started to re-open once more. I hoped so. But for now, I anticipated a good fun vanquishing the calamity Link with the children.

*****

The day was filled with hardworking and amusement. Link made these children’s day unforgettable; very noticeable on the fun they had by the dirt and sand his clothes bore. I thought this joyful moment would suffice for him to break the thin ice around him, but in failure, it seemed it became thicker.

I tried making conversation with him on our way home. He replied and participated, and even smiled. But the smile he did wasn’t the same. I felt he was drifting away. No, it wasn’t that. The way he acted seemed familiar. He was just as such when he was appointed as my personal knight.

Was he carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders once again? Despite the calamity’s defeat, was a knight’s duty never to rest? Not even a little bit? Or, perhaps, could it be that I was really at fault, for something I didn’t acknowledged yet?

Sunset claimed the sky as the day was bidding us goodnight. I was happy to have arrived before the full arrival of night. I felt it would have been awkward to be left alone with Link. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t say something as such, but with him acting strangely distant from me, I couldn’t think of anything else.

As we got off from our horses, I looked at Link caressing his steed’s muzzle. My mind was obsessed about his behavior. It was driving me mad. I wanted things to be so well between us, especially after all we went through. I had told myself that it would pass, that he needed time. But no more!

I walked to him in haste, determined.

“Enough of this, Link!” I said firmly to him. He looked surprised and puzzled. I took a deep breath to collect all my heart’s content. “It has been months now that you’ve been acting cold and afar. I thought at first that you needed time to recover from the battle against Ganon, but now you seem so far away and distant. You smile at me, but there’s nothing behind your lips. And the more I see you after each passing day, the more you look like a shadow of your former self… at least when interacting with me.”

It seemed my aim was true. A sense of guilt embedded his face. I had no intention of hurting him, but I couldn’t take this behavior of his any longer. I had to know.

“After all we went through together, I thought there wouldn’t be no walls between us.” He remained in silence, yet hurt was clear on his face.

I was no reader of minds, otherwise it would have been easy to ease the illness he bore in his heart. But I couldn’t force him to tell me his secrets, no matter what. All I could do was be present for him.

“But…” My right hand delicately rested on his left cheek. His expression quickly turned to a warm surprise. His sudden and clueless adorableness appeared. “I can’t force your secrets out of you. But know this: I’m here if you want to ease that burden. Always.”

Link’s face was glowing red. He nodded to me and smiled; genuinely. I smiled back, happy of seeing him more relaxed.

I had forgotten that my hand was still cherishing his face. Before I could take it back, his hand covered mine and held it dearly. His head turned towards it, and to my unexpected surprise, Link kissed its palm.

I felt a burst of heat embedding my face. I was frozen by… his act. More than that, my gaze couldn’t leave his. My heart felt like Death Mountain erupting passionately and my breath was rapid. He looked so shy, and yet so open and vulnerable at that moment. I could read all of his emotions. I wondered if he could read all of mine. This was the first time I had seen Link behave like that.

And… I didn’t mind it at all.

*****

The moon was high in the night sky, reigning like a beautiful goddess. I bathed in its moonlight unable to sleep and thinking about this… moment. If Link’s horse’s tail hadn’t whipped him in the face and broke the tension, I wondered what would have happened.

I could still feel the wet heat of his lips kissing the palm of my hand. I blushed just at the thought of it. My lips couldn’t help smiling of happiness; a happiness I’ve never felt before. What was wrong with me?, I asked myself ridiculously. I squeezed my kissed palm against my chest, reliving in my latest memories about this instant with nothing but gleefulness in mind.

Link…

Was he asleep as well? Or perhaps not? Should I bother him?

I had to. Well… I wanted to.

I knew it was late, but my heart wouldn’t find peace if I didn’t settle this on this night.

His room was just next to mine. I didn’t want to knock and wake the others out of their slumber. I tried whispering his name. No luck on this attempt. I held and twisted the handle. It was unlocked.

Swinging the door quietly, I gasped, startled to see him sitting by the window. Blessed by the moonlight, he felt asleep there. I was right to think that he wasn’t able to sleep either. At least some moments ago.

He looked peaceful. He looked handsome too. But sword in hand, he was as always vigilant. I couldn’t help feeling a bit sad for him. I wished for once he could truly being at peace, without the need of a blade at hand. For Hyrule, he represented the hope and the future, but he was no god. He was just a man. But a great man at that. Perhaps the greatest one I’ve met in my life. And knowing that, I knew in my heart he would always defend the kingdom against all threats. That was the man he was.

I wanted to talk to him tonight, but after some thoughts, I believe my words could wait tomorrow. I took the cover laying on his bed and opened it wide to cover him. I was a step away from covering him, but the step I took creaked the floor. A high-pitched noise broke through the silent night; along through Link’s slumber. His eyes opened sharply and widely, wild and threatening. In a blinding speed, I saw a flash carrying the lunar light hurling itself at my neck; the Master Sword rushing take my life swiftly and painless.

Was my life going to end by Evil’s bane because of my care for him? Why did I find this ironic?

The Goddesses decided that my fate wouldn’t be death tonight. Link stopped a hair away from my neck being sliced clean. I could feel the cold of the steel of the sacred blade at my throat. Link recognized me and was horrified of his near-fatal action. Apologizing numerous times, he fell down on the floor with his breath harsh and heavy and his heart must racing faster than lightning.

As I stared at him, scared and shocked about what he almost did, I understood. I finally understood everything. The distance, his heart being closed, him being more focused on his knight’s duty to protect and defend me, the kingdom and its people. I understood it all.

I knelt to him. His face was sweating as he was still catching his breath. I could see shame and disgust in his eyes aimed at himself.

He had done so much for me. I wasn’t going to give up on him when he needed me the most. It was my turn to save him.

I grabbed his hand and held it firmly. I welcomed his confused gaze with a soothing smile.

“Come with me, Link.”

*****

We walked in the peaceful night to the Great Fairy Fountain near the village. During this small path, never once I let go of Link’s hand. I looked behind me as I led him to our destination and smiled. His face lit brighter than the sun. I was glad he shed away his shock from earlier.

During a full moon, the fountain was a marvel to explore. Fireflies and fairies waltzed gracefully in the air, silent princesses and blue nightshades glowed with a divine light. It was a blessed place, as if Hylia herself had given this piece of wonder to us mortals.

We sat down, still holding hands and Link looked very timid. I never thought he could be this adorable. It was a side of his charm; a side I was very fond of.

We remained silent watching the beautiful spectacle of nature around us. It felt like we were the only ones in the entire world. It felt perfect as such. Thinking about it, I believed Link and I never took a moment to enjoy ourselves like that. No duty, no destiny, no calamities; just the two of us in peacefulness.

A moment that I longed for for a very, very long time to share with him.

I could feel Link’s gaze upon me. I didn’t need to look at him to guess he was speechless. Our hands held together, his thumb cherished mine. I knew too well that my face had gained the same shade of a fresh picked apple.

My head rested on his shoulder. It took him by surprise. I could feel he was tensing a little. But he closed the very small remainder of distance between us and sighed in relief.

“You once told me,” I said, breaking the silence between us, “that you remained silent from others because it was necessary for you to stay strong and carry any burden. Is this why you have been silently closed from me during these past few months? Even though we’ve won against Ganon?”

Our eyes met. He nodded, confirming my discovery. For Link, even though peace had returned to Hyrule, he was still at war.

The fortress around his heart crumbled as he opened up to me. He told me everything about his burden. He told me about this journey to save our kingdom and free me from my century-old battle with the calamity. As his memories were returning, he felt shame and helplessness that he had to sleep all this time before being enable to save me. The reason why he acted distant was to be ready and never fail again to protect me.

“I understand now,” I replied to his explanation. “But I, too, wished I could have been by your side, Link. I as well felt helpless when I couldn’t help you during your journey. But your courage showed me to never give up as I saw all that you went through. It gave me faith that we would be together again to never be torn apart.”

I stopped for a moment realizing the words I just spoke. The Great Deku tree was right; telling these feelings myself sounded better.

“Link,” I said. “You’re not alone. You’ll never be. As for any burden you may have from now on, I want to carry it with you. Because I, too, vow to protect you and be at your side.”

His face was embedded with a sense of serenity that I haven’t seen in ages. The fear, the sense of duty, the burden, everything else weighting him down; they melted away giving place to a rebirth of self he dearly needed. He smiled and nodded. There I saw him; the Link I wanted to see. He had returned to me.

He called my name. “Yes?” I asked. Link got on his feet and I followed him.

I stood in front him, hands still holding each other. His free hand laced itself with my other one. His eyes plunged in mine with a lovely but intense fire in them. I couldn’t gaze away from them. He looked a little nervous and his face flushed like the shiniest among rubies. So did mine. He slowly closed the small space between us. I didn’t know which emanated heat the most; this summer night or Link’s body. I was attracted by the latter. He looked so timid at the moment, yet he was so… perfect. The warm light of the fireflies and fairies surrounding us, the glow of the flowers at our feet, the moon blessing us, and Link, standing so close to me. How could I ask for anything more?

“What is it?” I asked. My voice was soft and whispering.

He answered, but words didn’t come out of his mouth. He flared my heart and soul to no bound as his lips gently embraced mine. My arms snaked around his neck to savor this feeling even more. His arms pulled me closer to him by my waist.The delicious feeling embedding my whole being had no word invented yet to describe it. Calling it celestial, divine, majestic or supreme wouldn’t do it justice.  

A century had put us apart and many hardships followed. But finally, our happy ending bloomed on this starry night. If I had to do it all over to cherish this moment again with him, I would do it blindfolded. As he would, too.

Oh, Link… How have I fallen in love with you.

*****

I could feel the morning sun shining its light upon us, but the warmth that cradled me in his arms was by far better. My dreamy thoughts relived those memories now sacred to Link and I. The vow we made, the kiss we shared, the night spent together in each other’s arms; this was our paradise. I thanked the goddesses to have brought us together.

A soft contact landed on my nose. I tried to wiggle it off, but it kept on dancing annoyingly. I laughed to the ticklish feeling.

“Stop it!” I giggled. “That tickles, Link!”

I opened my eyes. Here he was. In his sleepy allure, he looked lovely and otherworldly, like an angel. He moved closer and kissed me softly. I savored his lips for long seconds. Never would I stop enjoying the sweet pleasure of kissing him.

“Good morning to you too,” I told him tiredly. “Ready to continue our work in Hyrule field?”

Link hummed with disappointment in his voice as he pulled my body to his. Seeing how tightly he held me, he didn’t want to go. Truth be told, I desired nothing but spending the rest of the day resting here at his side. Alas, the hero and princess of Hyrule had duties and responsibilities to fulfill to the people.

“Well it’s about time!” The voice of an elder woman interrupted us.

Link and I immediately got up as fast as lightning seeing Lady Impa blessing the door frame of my room. Embarrassment was an understatement regarding the emotion dressing our faces.

“L-Lady Impa!” I stuttered! “T-This isn’t what it looks like! We just-”

She laughed in a humming voice. “I know you, child. I know you wise enough to not share such passion before a proper wedding. A honeymoon is well-timed for such actions.”

A bright image burned my mind like the marking made by hot iron. I saw Link laying in a bed of silk white sheets, which a part of it barely covered his… privacy. My face heated out of raw desire; quite inappropriate for a princess. I looked at Link, and I could tell my obscene fantasies matched his. He quickly looked apologetic when I eyed him threateningly for his naughty thoughts. But… perhaps I didn’t completely mind it.

“I am glad,” Lady Impa continued, “that I’ve lived long enough to see the two of you find each other in this path called love. After all the hardships that you have been through, along with your efforts of bringing back the lost glory of Hyrule, you truly deserve each other. May it be that way for as long as you live.”

Those words of hers couldn’t have sounded better if it was from someone else. Her unwavering wisdom and strength that inspired me so much. Goddesses know what would have happened to me if she hadn’t been present in my life.

I walked to her and thanked her for always being there for us by hugging her frail body. Thank you so much, Lady Impa.

*****

Another beautiful day awaited us as Link and I stepped outside Lady Impa’s home. The sun shined beautifully and the people around us were busy and bustling as ever. At the end of the stairs, Cado and Dorian saluted us as my hero delicately held my hand, leaving the guards taken aback from our affection. As we walked around town, everyone took notice of our newfound love, but their happiness for us was very palpable. We kept blushing at every compliment thrown at us; we enjoyed all of them.

Link asked me to lend him the Sheikah slate. I was puzzled on why he needed it, but I did as asked. As he stretched the device in front of us, he held me closer to him as we smiled.

Click!

A beautiful moment of us in love captured forever. And definitely not the last.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. He nodded in agreement.

Our gazes crossed. Staring at him left me breathless. Free of his burden that plagued him, Link was a reborn man. I had heard once that love could move mountains; I understood its meaning now.

Link whispered my name… following three sacred words.

Those words made my heart explode with more affection than I could already have for him. I held his beautiful face in my hand and captured his lips with mine, kissing him and pouring all my love in it. Parting from it a short moment after, I replied to his sacred words, vowing to myself to never leave his side and to always love him, just as he did when he said his.

“I love you too, Link.”

THE END.
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Author’s Note:
I had finished the game not long ago and I was moved by the story of sacrifice, duty and even love regarding Link and Zelda. There was so much passion in it that I came up with this story. I’m glad that it came out as the way I published it. I think Link and Zelda are a perfect match, but in this story I made it so that they need each other for everything: life, love, hardships, etc. Hopefully you guys understood the meaning of the title. 

I hope you loved the story. Please leave comments! And thanks again to @wondyworld for letting me use her Zelink fanart as a cover for the fanfiction. Thank you! Please comment?

Love, From OQ Master Fic post!
  • By the Grace of Fire  @the-notsoevil-queen’s gift for @gonewasanytraceofit
    synopsis:  Outlaw Bandit with a dark twist - When Regina met Tinkerbell, she found herself lead to a tavern where a man with a lion tattoo, her second chance, waited for her. She took a chance on love, and ran away from the King with Tink by her side. But the Queen has kept the truth about her dark magic a secret, even from Robin, and it may just put everyone she loves in danger.

  • A Valentines Day Surprise @believingispowerfulmagic‘s gift for @sweetsmiles1 
    Synopsis: Regina makes a birthday wish for Robin to come back.
     
  • A Kiss to Set her Free  @ariestess’s gift for @rcgalbeliever
     Synopsis:  For the first time since that fateful night in the stables, Regina feels a stirring of hope that love could be hers again as she finds herself standing outside a village tavern.

  • Signed Sealed Delivered: Valentines Day  @audreysl0ve‘s  gift for @the-notsoevil-queen
    Synopsis:  Set in the Signed, Sealed, Delivered verse: First Valentine’s Day after getting back together as a couple

  • Wildflowers @ofpumpkinspices‘ gift for @Illseeyouthrough (deactivated)
    Synopsis: Regina owns a flower shop.  Robin is a frequent customer, who also becomes an employee of sorts. :).

  • So This is Love blt_tana (twitter) gift for @spiral-nebula
    Synopsis: Robin and Regina have a sexy, (not quite so) lazy morning

  • Post-its and Paperclips: Valentine’s Day @brookeap3’s gift for @repellomuggletum15 
    Synopsis: Set in the Post-its verse, Robin and Regina celebrate their first Valentine’s Day.

  • There’s Something There (That I Simply Didn’t See): @dee-thequeenbee’s gift for @theonewithoutaclue 
    Synopsis:  A Play in Two Acts – Where Love Overcomes Hate, and Two Lonely Souls Find Each Other

  • I Don’t Think I Can Say Goodbye: EmeraldHardy8 (twitter) fic for @queenmills101 
    Synopsis:  A Valentine’s Day inspired OQ AU. Love is all around us even when one of us won’t be here for very much longer.

  • Happy Valentines: Evil_Outlaw (twitter)’s : gift for @ankareeda
    Synopsis: Missing Year Valentine’s Day. Lots of DimpesQueen

  • Moments: FraiseDandelion (twitter)’s gift for @lala-kate
    Synopsis: The Hood-Mills family have a domestic moment, while Regina thinks about their struggle to get to where they are today.

  • Before Sunrise @ghostofstartraveller776s gift for @jenningz 
    Synopsis:  Coffee before dawn and long work days can wear on anyone—even a superwoman like Regina Mills, single mother and business executive. She finds quiet solidarity for her hectic days from an unusual source: the nameless resident in the building across from hers who seems to share her unholy schedule. (Modern/Non-Magical AU)

  • The Dark Forest @glindalovesshoes’ gift for FraiseDandelion (twitter)  
    Synopsis:  “A man is lying on the sheep’s wool, unconscious, bleeding. His face looks as pale as the white wool, which is already drowned in blood from the wounds on his body. The shaft of an arrow is sticking out of his shoulder, the shirt he is wearing ripped and soaked in blood. Regina bites her lip before she makes a decision. What does she have to lose?” OQ AU
  • As Long As We’re Together @gonewasanytraceofit‘s gift for  @audreysl0ve
    Synopsis: Canon Valentine’s Day: Regina and Robin have a heart to heart about Regina’s inner fears/insecurities.

  • My Songs Know What You @the-alpha-incipiens‘ gift for @glindalovesshoes  
    Synopsis: DragonOutlawQueen. Mal, Regina, and Robin make a sex tape that David accidentally finds (and watches)
     
  • My Grumpy Valentine @gray-autumn-sky‘s gift for @believingispowerfulmagic 
    Synopsis:  Henry explains Valentine’s Day to Robin, and that Regina has never much cared for the holiday.  Robin is intent on changing her mind.

  • Happiness Can’t Be Arranged @gray-autumn-sky‘s gift for @ghostofstartraveller776
    Set during the Regency Period, Henry and Cora arrange a marriage for their daughter in an effort to save their family’s name and estate.

  • Heaven Sent a Hurricane @idoltina‘s gift for @mysterious-song 
    Synopsis:  After a spectacularly terrible Christmas, a hidden gem of a New Year, and a surprise meeting, Robin finds the course of his life in Holiday Land vastly altered. By the time Valentine’s Day comes around, he’s more miserable (see: overwhelmed, terrified, doubtful) than he ever wanted to or thought he would be. And while the prospect of a night in may make a rather dull holiday for most, Robin finds that coming home to Regina might be just the thing he needs 

  • Coffee  @illseeyouthrough’s gift for @Evil_Outlaw (twitter)
    Synopsis: A Valentine’s Day set up that goes terribly…right? Outlaw Queen AU.

  • Valentine’s Day inlovewithlanap (twitter) gift for blt_tana (twitter)
    Synopsis: Regina works in a flower shop and Robin is a frequent client who finally summons the courage to ask her out.

  • Capturing Light @yamariah  gift for rockchalk4583 (twitter)
    Synopsis:  He never thought he’d capture the moonlight again. She never thought she’d capture the sunlight again. But when Robin and Regina meet via grief counseling, “never” becomes a word they’d forget.

  • An OQ Mixed Tape @jenningz’s gift for @sydsorbet 
    Synopsis: Robin surprises Regina on Valentine’s Day

  • Storm Front @lala-kate  gift for @starscythe
    Synopsis: A thief goes in desperate search for a cure for his son, and finds a resilient queen whose broken heart is in equal need of healing

  • Untitled @littlejoregal gift for politeregal (twitter) 
    Synopsis:  Takes place right after 6x10. Spoilers from the promo of 6x11 included.  

  • Blooming Most Recklessly @loveexpelrevolt gift for @belleoftheballpoint
    Synopsis:  Five universes, five something-like-love stories; Or, four times Regina and Robin deal in flowers and one time they deal in hearts. [Storybrooke, pre-curse, Missing Year, Camelot, Outlaw Bandit]

  • I Love You LucyLovesOQ’s (twitter) gift for @ouater Synopsis: Set in the missing year,  as the castle prepares for a Valentine’s Day Ball, Robin and Roland care for a grieving queen

  • Stumbling @oparu’s gift for @brookeap3​ 
    Missing Year DOQ: Maleficent and Regina struggle with losing their children, and seek comfort in each other, Robin, and Roland.  

I’ve been procrastinating on this for days, but I finally got it done last night!
I didn’t reread anything so there might be some mistakes, tell me if you see some!
This takes place as if you don’t have just 11 days in game, there’s more time to know the RFA because I think that all happened quite fast personally. everything in each route still happens, but you just return to the apartment afterwards.
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not like i

✩ park jinyoung x got7
✩ angst x romance
✩ royalty!au 

Feeling the warmth of the summer sun sneaking into his bedroom, Jinyoung lightly groan as he felt his sleep began to slowly fade. But he refused to fully wake. It was the first day of summer after all and he had no scholarly lessons nor any royal duties or schedules for the day. He wanted nothing more than to linger in the bask of the morning before one of the palace maidens call for him to wake for breakfast and to tidy up his room which shouldn’t be for another hour or so.

However, he wasn’t expecting visitors to be present so early on such a lazy day let alone one to sneak into his royal chambers.

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SPOILERS - ACOWAR - THEORIES

If you haven’t finished the book by now, that’s fine-enjoy it-bathe in the beauty of that glorious text. I took a shower in it, ripping through the pages as I divulged every ounce of information. Staying up until my eyes near bled and my heart plummeted as my face contorted in the most hideous ugly cry anyone has ever not seen. 


There are spoilers in this post…SPOILERS…


Also, this is SO long but you can get through this. 

Originally posted by imaginelegolas

Okay, now that there has been fair warning, here are my theories…


1) Next book will either be Elain and Lucien or Nesta and Cassian. Why? How it ended with opening to either POV of the sisters. I’m more hopeful for Nessian. I love Feysan, but I think Nessian is about to be my all time favorite. Plus Lucien bugs me - I don’t know why, maybe it’s because he was a dingle-berry at one point. 


2) Nesta and Cassian have been a long time coming even in this book. Here’s why:

-Cassian and Nesta had all that time together, a month, while Feyre was gone. What happened? Because we know, oh yes, we all know something happened. Get it girl! 

-Protective glances from each other, weird body language, everything that screams I have a crush on you but refuse to show major emotions because that would be bad since I’m both the protectors of the family. 

-Cassian at one point flies Nesta, Feyre says shes all wind kissed red or something (pardon my memory on this-it was 3 am)…what happened? I bet it’s blush…

-Cassian gives Nesta a knife, tells her that she’ll hurt herself or others with it. Um, red flag, he was training her-wasn’t he? On the down low of course. 

-Nesta is wearing Illyrian battle leathers with Feyre, as horrified as she is, there’s conversation between her and Cass. Him going over all sorts of battle shenanigans/reminders. Which makes me wonder again, did they train at some point? Was he reminding her the things they did go over and cover by saying that she should have trained with him. 

-Nesta and Cassian have more sexual tension than imaginable. In my mind, this is not a theory-it’s fact-it’s beautiful and I’m excited as haaaiiiiill about the sex scenes that Maas will come up with for these very passionate and aggressive characters. 

-When Cassian is almost murdered by the cauldron, Nesta screams for him and he comes a runnin, which saves his life despite watching a large portion of soldiers die. It’s not about Elain or Feyre or anyone else, it’s him. And even though he’s in the sky and that’s where the cauldron was aiming, she always, always puts Elain first. Put not this time. 

-When Hybern is about to kill Cassian, Nesta loses it, majority of her power spent trying to save him. Cassian tells her to run but then she doesn’t, he eventually gives her a speech about finding her in the next life. THIS DUDE JUST SAID HE WOULD NOT REST IN PEACE, OH NO, HE IS GOING TO FIND HER AND DO THINGS THE RIGHT WAY. HELLOOO! PICK UP MY LIFELESS HEART NOW, WILL YOU? 

Originally posted by thatherohair


-Hybern comes back, like a bad case of herpes, and tries to kill them. Nesta lays herself on top of him after they kiss (helluuuur, we’ve been waiting). Ain’t no way you gon tell me this chick didn’t pull a Jack from the titanic move, except Cassian didn’t pull a Rose! Cassian let her stay on the door (aka him)! Yes, I brought that up because it still bothers me and should still bother you. 

-Elain stabs dickhole aka Hybern in the neck (FINALLY WAKING UP FROM HER SHELL-sorry-so annoyed with her until that point), Nesta goes gnarly beast mode and pops his head off while Cassian is watching (guaranteed he is proud and highly turned on despite his broken body). Not only revenge for herself but for her sister and Cassian-her new boo. 


Okay. Now that there’s a little play by play (again, 3 am brain versus coherent 10 am brain…things could be different-my apologies in advance).


My theory for Nessian is this - the mating bond hasn’t snapped into place with them yet because Nesta stole from the cauldron. She was something else entirely with that power brewing within. The cauldron is broken but then is fixed (I weeped so hard for Rhys, I can’t…ugh. I was a damn roller coaster of emotions!). Nesta acts differently, distant and quiet-which might mean whatever she stole from the cauldron was given back. Hence, the mating bond can now happen in the next book. 

BUT Cassian is going to pull an Azriel move and think he isn’t worthy of his High Lady’s sister. Nesta is going to think it’s because of Mor….and then Mor’s secret will come out to save Cassian and Nesta, to bring them together.


I know, are you dying yet? Because it’s my soul writing this from the Otherworld.


3) Lucien is Helion’s son! WHAT WHAT?? YES. I’m so excited. I think Helion is gon die and who will the throne go to? Lucien! Yay for drama!!! Because then what’s gonna happen?Will Lucien get revenge? Will he learn to master more than fire?? What will happen between Helion and Lucien’s mom!? Will Beron go all crazy Tamlin style?

Originally posted by them-damn-fandoms

4) Elain and Lucien are not going to work out. Why? I really just don’t want them to. Because her and Azriel got something going on. How? What? Why? Well…he’s the only one who doesn’t think differently of her when she gets all…different, he escorts her around the garden-shes drawn to him more than her own sisters, he figures out shes a seer, he gives her his baby (TT) and she even at one point kisses him on the cheek. Even though there’s a mating bond between her and Lucien, I think Lucien will end up with Vassa (why not?) or be murdered which severs the mating bond. And remember what they kept saying about the mating bond, it doesn’t always mean it’s a perfect match. Azriel still holding out for Mor will eventually transition into Az and Elain being together. It needs to. Unless another character who is perfect (besides Elain, the sweet and tender almost-murderer?)  

5) Amren, I personally was okay when she died. I was a wreck and crying but I was accepting that she was a goner, it felt like a good close to her chapter, sacrifice. When she comes back to life (thanks to our equally loved boo), she’s High Fae. This girl has powers but what are they now? The only reason to bring back Amren is to unleash something else entirely within her. Also, opens the door for more love with Varian. Hey girl hey! More mingling with the Summer Court…I think so. 

6) Do I want to make this post any longer?? Yes, yes I do. Next theory, Vassa’s master is the Bone Carver and Weaver’s (thank you for eating Ianthe - I am forever your home girl) brother of death. If he dies…because let’s admit it, why not? then there’s no more death gods…or is there? Nesta and Elain were made from the cauldron, made from life/death/nothingness - they might end up turning into the next death gods, which would then complicate everything. 

7) Jurian - this isn’t a theory - but what the tits. I. was. shocked. So, so happy because I did not see that coming…Like, is he going to stay a good guy? Is he going to join Vassa’s court? Will he fall in love with some other Fae?? I would not be opposed to his POV. 

8) Other theory, Nesta has a mating bond with Tamlin…OH MY DAMN. Can you imagine what that would be like? For everyone? Just adding drops of drama to this cauldron and loving it. 

Originally posted by big-dicks-and-fried-chicken

9) Rhys and Feyre decide if one dies, they both die-new tattoos-new nightmares. Both have seen what their son will look like which of course gives us all hope for future babies. I have a feeling, Rhys will break that somehow in order to save their future kid or some other self sacrifice move. You name it. And if not Rhys, someone else will…maybe from all her other tattoos of obligations she keeps getting!

10) Mor and Vassa - together - oh yes. Possibilities are endless for all these love triangles.

11) Alis and her boys. Who is going to capture them?? Because you know Feyre will be the first one there trying to save them. Or since Alis wasn’t at the Summer Court…where was/is she?? OOO…autumn court captives? 

12) Hybern’s land…a fight for it. Maybe Keir or Beron and others make a go at it. It’s new territory. A new playing field. Or will the human queens fight for it?? 

Last but not least, 

13) Did Rhys just lie and say he didn’t steal an ounce of the other High Lord’s powers?? If he has even more power, what will that mean for him and Feyre’s unborn child? How powerful will that kid be? Or will Feyre die because the kid is too powerful which in turn makes Rhys break the bargain between him and Feyre to take care of their kid?? Ah! For he love of Mother and Cauldron-I love these books.  

Originally posted by welcometoyouredoom


Stay tuned for more theories/ideas/playbyplays as I reread this book and the rest of the series over and over until 2018. :):) Okay, byyyyyye! 

White Light on a Black Sea Chapter XXIX.

Two years later, I’m back.  I’ll eventually post something longer about my hiatus, but for now, I’m honestly just happy to finally have the next portion finished.  I owe a massive thank you to anyone who wrote to me, reviewed, or read this, because every time I wanted to give up, your kind words reminded me that it was worth another try.  I also have to specifically thank @krustybunny, @wordsmith-storyweaver, @marriedkillianjones and @holdingoutforapiratehero. I love you all, and your support means more to me than you’ll ever know. 

Available on ff.net and Ao3 for those who prefer to read it there.

XXIX.

Hook crept through the various rows of cargo that littered the shadowy docks as silently as he could, listening to the sounds of Ed’s wrath fade with the waves as he neared the anonymity of the city’s streets. With a new coat of paint and a uniformed crew, the Jolly had passed for a Leinster naval ship without much difficulty, but it was his quartermaster’s performance that really solidified the illusion. Ed was cantankerous even on his best days; the role of exasperated navy captain with little patience for the bumblings of an inexperienced young harbor guard was one the old sailor was born to play. Hook had to stifle a chuckle when he thought of the poor lad’s blanched face and stuttered apologies as Ed ranted about protocol and falling standards. Sneaking off the ship had been downright simple thanks to Ed. He’d have to remember to buy the man a drink. Or five.

Thanks to information gathered during their assault on the Lady Victoria, they’d been able to plan their arrival and departure for maximum success. His crew had timed their approach to Leinster’s port nearly perfectly, arriving just before midnight and, as such, right before the exhausted guards were scheduled to end their shift. There was little chance their subterfuge would be discovered before the harbor master arrived the next morning, and Killian had every intention of leaving these shores with his beloved princess long before that could happen.

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Phantom thieves and hogwarts houses GO

YOU JUST MADE MY DAY. HERE WE GO FAM (I’m not finished with the game so since I don’t know much about Haru we’re just gonna go through Futaba)

Starting with my best boy Ryuji Sakamoto IS A HUFFLEPUFF AND THERE IS NO ARGUMENT AGAINST IT. I will accept that Ryuji has Gryffindor qualities (bravery, not afraid of confrontation, risk-taker, etc) but that boy is NOTHING if not LOYAL. Ryuji is sunlight incarnate I will accept no other metaphor. He cares about literally everyone before he cares about himself. He literally offers to be beat up if it would make his old team feel better (pls). He is relationship-driven and his risk-taking behaviors, his confrontations, his passion for justice all come from helping out someone else. Definitely the kinda dude that would consider the house elves in a dire situation. He’s so aggressively selfless that it’s almost like “pls care about yourself first just once.” Ryuji time and time again puts other people before his personal needs and safety without a single second of hesitation. He just DOES it. And he’ll do it fifty times if you need him to. If you call him at 3am crying he’s showing up in your room, sneaking you into the Hufflepuff common room for snacks.  If you don’t have a pencil in class, he’s giving you his without mentioning it’s his only one (s’not like he was gonna do nothin’ with it anyway). You about to head into a fight he’s got no stake in? Doesn’t matter, he’s got your back. He once punched a student for making snide comments about another student’s sexuality and he has no ragrets about it. A blushin’ fool whenever someone is tender towards him cause he’s so busy being that/doing that to everyone else he doesn’t think about being on the receiving end. He’s just happy to make someone else smile, ya know? HE IS KIND. HE IS TRUE. HE IS A HUFFLEPUFF.

Akira Kurusu is 3000% a Slytherin. Dark, mysterious, smug ass mofo. A leader of his in-group (teenagers being the in-group, adults being the out-group) and thus inclusive in the sense that anyone who joins the cause can be a Phantom Thief. Where a Hufflepuff (Ryuji) might do anything for anyone they care about impulsively, a Slytherin pauses for a second, calculating–instead of diving headfirst to save Ryuji in the first palace and ending up with nothing, he hesitates and that’s when Aresene is like “so u gonna let the boy die??” and akira is like “no gimme a second there’s a fucking mask on my face.” His persona is all about MAGIC and DARKNESS if that’s not obvious enough for ya. This boy is snakey sneaky, all cunning eyes and cocky smiles and deep, mocking laughs. He knows he’s powerful and he’s not afraid to show you that he knows it. What’s wrong with knowing your own strength? Let’s not forget he is a master of interrogation. The ultimate trickster, he’s not above pulling dumb pranks on you and blaming it on a Gryffindor for its lack of complexity. He a good dude, tho, because obviously Slytherins aren’t bad. He gives his plant nutrients to make it stronger bc he likes building something up to be more than it started (most ppl would just water it but aiight dude). He’ll casually walk up behind you while you’re getting bullied, sling his arm around your shoulders, and be like “something the matter?” Totally threatening without a single verbal threat. Secretly loves bubble baths, will give you a scathing look if you even try to tease him about it tho. 

Ann Takamaki, Gryffindor extraordinaire. She starts out kinda timid but she’s actually daring af. She keeps a relationship with Kamoshida who is the worst man alive just for her friend’s sake, but she also isn’t afraid to ignore Kamoshida’s calls (hesitant =/= afraid, ok). Fiery af, Ann is liable to go off on you at any time for a bunch of really good reasons (and some just ok). Ryuji, stop being a dick. Akira, enough brooding. Morgana, shut up for once. Just as spirited as Ryuji, but his light is like warmth and hers is like scorching. Like…literally, her specialty is fire these things write themselves i swear to god. Extremely passionate, especially for the things she believes in like The Phantom Thieves, Shiho (obviously), and giving people courage to stand up for themselves. She really wants to prove herself, seen esp in her social link, and be strong for herself and others. She’s headstrong, kind to the little guy, scathing to the big guy. She’s incredibly competitive and gets into eating contests all the time in the Gryf common room (she also wins every time, especially if the food of choice is crepes). She knows she is beautiful, and is thus confident, but avoids being vain by reminding herself how each person she comes across is also beautiful (”pretty eyes, biggest heart”). Feeling insecure? Call Ann, she’ll hype you up in under ten seconds. Spend an hour with her in a crowded room and you’ll swear it was just you two the whole time. Ann is giving, courageous, and ready to fly off the handle if need be. 

Yusuke Kitagawa, my darling painter boy, is a Ravenclaw. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back!!!!! Yusuke is a Ravenclaw through and through. He wants to know more, wants to expand his understanding. He’s not afraid of doing whatever it takes to achieve these things: he’ll spend hours watching the river, waiting for something to come to him, or he’ll awkwardly approach a couple in love and ask them what their love life is like (he needs to know for a painting ok it’s not a sexual thing). He is elegant and fluid and his definition of “the finer things in life” EDIT i’m dying i accidentally wrote “finger things in life” the first time depends on how much he knows about it and how much value he sees in it (for example, a cup of coffee brewed by Akira is one of the most delicious things he’s ever known, much finer than any rich person food, purely for the effort it takes to think of the beans, to make sure the water is the right temperature, etc). Gets lost in his head all the time. Has an understated air of haughty in certain situations, like he’s fully aware he’s better than u but only mentions it to remind you when it seems you’ve forgotten. Uses way too many words to describe a sneeze just because he can.  Yusuke doesn’t give a shit who you are: if you came out to him, he’d nod solemnly and then ask if he could interpret your emotions into an abstract painting (that he would then gift to you, of course). He’d ask you on museum dates, historical bus tour dates (why yusuke why), planetarium dates *cough*, even if things between you two were totally platonic. He just likes discovering, especially with someone he can bounce ideas off of. 

Makoto Nijima is, brace yourself, a Gryffindor. WHAT. yes. trust. Dis girl is POWERFUL. And you can be Ravenclaw and powerful too, no doubts about it, but just because she’s top of her class doesn’t mean she’s Ravenclaw. She studies cause she’s competitive. She’s student council president because she likes the status, the power associated with it (power to protect, to serve, not corrupt power). Makoto is also fiery like Ann, but in a different way. She doesn’t fly off the handle like Ann can; Makoto calculates first, strategizes, and then fuckin’ GOES FOR THE KILL. She’s a headshot kinda girl–take em out simply, easily, quickly (metaphorically speaking obvs she doesn’t go around killing ppl). Queen is a very apt codename because Makoto’s path is a fiery blaze of ambition and strength. She’s gonna get what she wants because she’s been working very hard for it and don’t u take that away from her u piece of shit. She’s not terribly confident though, and this sometimes makes her feel uncomfortable in the Gryf common room when everyone is talking about their achievements. She’d rather just show than tell. Not really a master of stealth (lol), Makoto is your big sister in the hallways always looking out for you. If someone breaks your heart she will literally punch them in the face (and apologize profusely afterwards, but you know she’s secretly p pleased with herself). She likes learning new things about the world, always turns it into a competition with you even if it pushes her boundaries (you two went to a strip club once and even though you put a dollar on the stage, she one-upped you by putting it in a thong, face blushing so hard but determined to overcome). Her drive and determination are her biggest, most redeemable, wonderful qualities. The rest is just the happy byproduct. 

Snarky is as Slytherin does for Futaba Sakura. This girl is a nightmare in all the best ways. Somehow she figures out your weakness just by looking at you and has the ability to absolutely destroy you in just a few words. What she doesn’t show is the literal hours of research she did on you beforehand: she bugged your robe, your wand, set up a camera in your common room…a girl’s gotta have intel, alright? Futaba is an actual mastermind of everything, but the Hat settled on Slytherin because of how Futaba intended to utilize such knowledge. She doesn’t love it for the sake of knowing it, she loves it for what power it gives her. Futuba loves the upper hand and having full view of the whole picture, so Slytherin’s innate ability to lead a situation and turn tables was a huge calling point for her. If Akira is the dark mysterious Slytherin, Futaba is the loud and out of control Slytherin who nobody messes with because she’s got dirt on everyone and the means to release it widely. She prefers to stay in her room than gather with her house or other classmates, often completing assignments from there, but no one minds because it’s not like she’s really gone. She conjures up stand ins for her and speaks through them, engaging without really engaging. Watch out for when Akira and Futaba team up tho–they’re the Slytherin version of Fred and George, conniving and ruthless when it comes to playing tricks on you. Like Akira, she’s still a good girl: she understands anxiety better than anyone and is well known for comforting students who fall into a panic attack. She struggles with social situations sometimes and no one makes mention of it, this time not because they’re afraid of her but because they care about her and they know she’d never cross a line with them, so why cross one with her? She just likes to wield information like a weapon. That’s all. >:)


I forgot Morgana lmao so you can find that here

Prince & the Pauper

HEY hi I love all your imagine and they make me melt inside and UGH Anyways my request is maybe a prince!Shawn falling in love with a maid!Reader and those two working out a way to get married <3 thank you love you

Alright people, this one is about to be hella cheesy as hell and I’m not mad about it. As you know I try to be as realistic as possible with these imagines, but, this was something fun to write so love it or hate it, I thought it was damn entertaining. Love you all ❤

NOT EDITED

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‘Okay, Y/N. You finish making the prince’s bed, I need to get started on the master sweet for the king and Queen.’ My co worker and friend, Maria, smiled at me.

'Have a grand ole time doing that.’ I chuckled, fluffing up the prince’s pillow. She rolled her eyes, before leaving room and shutting the door behind her.

I sighed in content, looking around his room. I checked my watch, seeing it was almost 2 o'clock which meant the prince was almost done with his duties and that I could see him for a few minutes.

Being in a secret relationship with a prince whilst I worked here was a very unsuspected. I never thought I’d fall for him, but, his amazing personality with those beautiful, brown, soft curls with the brown orbs to match, it was impossible.

The only surprise though, was one night when everyone was asleep and I was working late, he kissed me and told me he was falling for me. I, of course, told him I felt the same way, our relationship being secretive ever since.

It had been 8 months since that night and I’d never been happier.

I heard the door open as I turned around, seeing his beautiful face appear, a grin planted on his face.

'Shawn…’ I sighed, running towards him as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist tightly, holding me as close as he could.

'I’ve missed you and it’s only been one day.’ He mumbled in my hair, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. I sighed, lifting my hand to touch his wrist, holding it gently.

I pulled away, resting my forehead against his. 'I’m never going to get sick of kissing you.’ I chuckled, caressing his face with my hand.

'You don’t have to,’ he smiled, grabbing my other hand, staring down at me. 'I’ve been thinking, Y/N, what’s stopping us from getting married?’ My eyes widened, staring at him in admiration.

'Shawn, your country and your parents…you have to think of them too. They wouldn’t want the help being married to you.’ I reasoned, giving him a half hearted smile.

'I don’t care what my parents want. My people, they’ll learn to love you and accept you for who you are. Y/N, we can do this!’ He grabbed my shoulders, staring at me.

'What if they don’t? What if I’m not good enough? Think about it, Shawn.’ I grabbed his forearms, biting my lip.

'Then I’ll give up my title.’ He concluded. I frowned at him, stepping away from him.

'Shawn, you do that and I’ll never forgive you. You can’t just say no to what you’re born to do.’

'I’m born to find happiness and you make me happy.’ He grabbed my face, holding it in his hands. 'Please, Y/N…’ he lowered to the floor, getting down on one knee and staring up at me. My eyes began to water, my heart thumping in my chest. 'I know that I have a title that will forever follow me around until the day that I die, that I have to take care of a country and place that is my home and you may not be a princess or royalty…but to me - to me you are so much more then any of that. I can’t promise you a fairytale wedding, but I can promise you my heart. Please, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my princess?’

I let out a chuckle, tears cascading down my cheeks, my heart warming at the sight of him. 'When you put it like that…’ I joked, grabbing his hand. 'Yes. One thousand times, yes.’ I exclaimed, jumping on him, kissing his lips.

He held me tightly, the kiss starting to get a little more heated as I heard the door open, pulling away immediately to see his mother and father, standing outside the door.

'Son, what is the meaning of this?’ His father asked, shock and a mixture of utter confusion on his face.

'Father, I can explain everything…Y/N and I-’

'I don’t want to hear this, son.’ His mother interjected, anger planted on her features. 'With the help? If all people…’

'If you’ll just listen to me-’

'How long has this facade being going on, Shawn?’ His father asked, standing closer to us. Shawn put his arm out in front of me, almost as if he was protecting me.

'8, glorious and happy months. Haven’t you noticed since I’ve been seeing Y/N secretly I’ve wanted to go to the events you make me go to, I want to do the balls, galas and anything else you can rope me in to. Knowing I have someone to come home to that can make me feel normal for even just five minutes is what I want in my life. Which, is why I’ve asked her to marry me.’ Shawn sighed, staring at his parents shocked facial expressions. I remained quite, feeling small and helpless in this situation. 'I don’t care what you say; Y/N makes me happy and loved, I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

'That is out of the question.’ His mother dismissed. 'The press would have a field day of the fact that our son, in only a years time to be crowned King of our country, is playing fairytales with the maid, who is not of royal blood.’ She glared at me, her features serious and terrifying. 'You’re fired. Pack your things and leave as of immediately.’

I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing this was bound to happen. 'Yes, you’re majesty.’ I bowed my head down, going to move around Shawn before he stopped me.

'She doesn’t go anywhere. She stays here, with me or we both leave.’

'Are you threatening us?’ His father bellowed, getting closer to his son, who was taller than him by only a few centimetres.

'You’re not being fair. You’re sticking to tradition which can always be changed, starting a brand new tradition of not having to marry royal blood to be royal can be something that can connect us with the people more.’

'Shawn! Stop with this nonsense! You’ve left me no choice but to do this the hard way.’

'Shawn,’ I whispered, touching his shoulder, 'it’ll be alright, sweetheart. You’re going to have to let me do this, please.’

'No, you’re not leaving me. I need you.’ He turned around, grabbing me and pulling me into his chest.

'Guards!’

My eyes widened, feeling panic starting to erupt in my stomach and throat. I heard the stampede of feet hitting the ground as four guards made it to Shawn’s room.

Shawn gripped onto me tighter. 'I order you to stand back.’ Shawn warned, the guards now conflicted on if they should follow the current king or soon to be king. 'Take one more step near us and when I’m king, you’ll be returning your amour.’

'Shawn, stop being childish!’ His mother ordered.

'I’m not being childish! You are! I’m trying to be happy, to have some normality, please let me have some normality in my life. I love her, mother.’ Shawn kissed the top of my head, whilst I felt the first tear fall since this conversation. 'Please, don’t make me lose the one thing that makes me happy.’

His mother stared at me before sighing, 'Come here, child.’ She ordered me, making my palms sweat. I let go of Shawn, walking slowly over to her, curtsying in front of her. 'Do you love my son?’

'With all my heart, your majesty.’ I answered honestly.

'You’re willing to give up your normality to live this life?’

'Yes.’ I answered without hesitation. She stood closer to me, giving me a small smile.

'I’ll have to train you to be the best princess you can. There’s no backing out of this now.’

I nodded, feeling my eyes water in happiness.

'Is she truly the one you love, son?’ His father asked, staring between the two of us.

'Yes, father.’ Shawn gripped my hand, intertwining our fingers. 'She’s the only one for me.

'Then you have our blessing.’

Those were the only words I needed to hear. I could finally marry the man that I loved and who I’ll always love.

anonymous asked:

So Qui-Gon's been sending bounty hunting Kenobi gifts. Do they ever start exchanging letters? Or just one of them sending letters, so they get to know each other more? An exchange of gifts and a few face-to-face meetings don't seem like a lot to build a relationship on. (Unless that's Kenobi's intention.) I just want to see them talking and working together despite the difference in worldview and temperament, to be honest. (Unless, of course, Kenobi chooses differently.)

Collapsing down on his couch, Qui-Gon sighed and ignored the flashing of his comm for just a few moments, rubbing a hand over his tired face. Force, the mission had just been one disaster after another, from Anakin getting dosed with aphrodisiac, to the princess trying to overthrow the queen to the entire planet almost throwing themselves into anarchy.

Basically, everything had been on fire.

And personally he blamed his padawan.

Qui-Gon sighed again before finally getting to his feet and opening up his messages. Summons by the council, a message from Dooku, message from Madam Nu, Message from Yoda…huh…OWK?

Qui-Gon stared at the unfamiliar comm sender before opening it.

Fuck you. Its impressive. Thank you. Kenobi.

His eyebrows rose before he started chuckling. “He’s rude even in his messages. At least he liked the tempered knife…” Qui-Gon mused before typing in a reply.

Rude, but you’re welcome. I hope it helps you out in your work though spare me the details. Feel like talking?

He sent of and went to take a shower and get ready for the council meeting where he would have to explain just what the hell happened with his padawan.

()()()

“Okay, why are you sending me things Jinn?” Obi-Wan glared at him through the holo.

“Because I wanted to. I rather like you.” Qui-Gon confessed with a small smile. “Is it unappreciated? I can stop.”

The bounty hunter looked away. “…The boots are…nice.”

“Just nice?”

“Don’t push it Jinn. They’re better then the ones I had, proper leather and of quality.” Obi-Wan huffed, arms crossed over his chest.

“Well then…perhaps we can start anew then, hello Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon smiled gently to him.

“…Hello Qui-Gon.” The omega made himself more comfortable, sitting down and Qui-Gon did the same.

“How are you? You look well.”

“…Good, thank you. You?”

()()()

“It looks painful.” Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed. “Have you put bacta on it?”

“I can’t afford it right now.” Obi-Wan grumbled, rubbing at his bruised eye gingerly. “It will heal.”

“…Do you want to learn how Jedi heal themselves? You have the Force, I’d be more then happy to teach you.” The Jedi offered with a quiet voice.

“How?” Obi-Wan’s blue eyes sparked in interest.

“It would require meditation.”

“…Ugh, of course it does.” The other groaned and Qui-Gon smothered a small chuckle he didn’t think Obi-Wan would appreciate. The other was still sulking a bit and Qui-Gon took that time to study him while Obi-Wan was not looking at him. Except for the bruise, the copper haired omega looked good.

He looked feed, warm and groomed. Last he saw him he had seemed skinny.

“…Healing without bacta would be a useful skill.” Obi-Wan suddenly announced and looked back at him. “Alright, teach me to meditate.”

()()()

Qui-Gon blinked, looking around his quarters as Anakin made a straight beeline towards the fresher for a long longed for shower.

Something felt a bit…different. Not bad but different and it took Qui-Gon several moments before he spotted what it was.

In his window sill among the other potted plants stood a new pot in a dark blue color with little stars dotted on it like a constellation. Qui-Gon sat down his bag and moved over to it, stroking the fragile looking plant in the pot with a fingertip.

A night bloom, rare and hard to grow. It would only grow underneath the light of stars and moons and removing it from its native soil often killed the plant. The entire plant was black with curling leaves to protect the treasured inside, not yet blooming for Qui-Gon but he had seen them before, the flower inside it would be white and glow faintly to encourage the nighttime insects to visit it with a divine fragrance. Until it bloomed it would be considered an ugly little flower honestly.

Qui-Gon picked up a little card sitting innocently beside the pot.

Saw it and thought of you. Don’t look to much into it, its ugly. OWK.

No mention of the problems Obi-Wan certainly must have had procuring the plant. No mention of the difficulty of keeping it alive and adapting it to its new soil and environment.

Stroking the leaves gently, Qui-Gon stood at the window long enough for Anakin to step out of the fresher in clean clothes. “Master I’m d-are you alright?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes, quite fine. Make some tea would you Anakin? I have a message to type…”

()()()

“Greetings Obi-Wan, are you growing your hair out?” Qui-Gon blinked at the holo, eyeing the tail the other had pulled back.

The omega grumbled but nodded. “Its a karking load of work but I need it for my next mission.” He huffed and sat back in his chair.

“Hmm, I see. Well, it suits you very much.” Blue eyes took in the others features, the way a few strands escaped and framed Obi-Wan’s strong face. He could almost imagine how the copper strands brought out the color of the others eyes even now.

“I…really?” Obi-Wan blinked, clearing his throat. “Oh…hmm…” He thoughtfully played with the tail of his hair.

“Yes. But that’s just my opinion. If you find it to much work, you can always cut it.” Qui-Gon didn’t want the other to do something rash. And Obi-Wan wasn’t the type to grow his hair just to please someone else.

“…But you like it? You…you think it looks nice on me?”

“I think it frames your face rather handsomely Obi-Wan. And I can imagine the color of your hair brings out your eyes. Yes, I do quite like it.”

“Hmm…a honest compliment.” Qui-Gon blinked at that then hummed in return, wondering how many had paid Obi-Wan genuine compliments without trying to get into his pants at the same time.

“…We’ll see about it, I might keep it.” Obi-Wan finally settled on.

()()()

“…So…war…”

“Mhmm…I imagine business is good for you?”

Obi-Wan scowled at him, the long braid resting freely down his back which settled Qui-Gon’s nerves. It meant that Obi-Wan was somewhere safe if he was letting the braid out of his bun.

“I guess. I’m limiting which side I work for after all.”

“Because of me?”

Obi-Wan looked away, scowling ever harder.

“…Obi-Wan, thank you.”

“Don’t…read so much into it Jinn. I just…enjoy your holos and gifts, that’s all.”

“I’m sure.” Qui-Gon smiled softly.

Safety.

For @queen-of-carven-stone.

Ryou Bakura wasn’t a master at unraveling puzzles to the level that Yugi was, but he had still spent more than a handful of years in his life trying to figure them out. Eventually he had come to realize that the puzzles he was best at solving happened to be the ones with faces, and voices; the ones with dreams and nightmares.

There was an old cliché about a lifetime of quiet contemplation was a lifetime of people-watching, but Ryou couldn’t deny that there was a certain element of truth to it. Watching others, observing their habits, working out what those habits might mean, had become something of a hobby.

He could read people as easily as road signs.

But Ryou had also become a loner over the years, and so he had no practical experience with people who could read him.

So it was that they were sitting on Seto’s couch in the TV room — Mokuba called it the cave — and Ryou found himself at an absolute loss for words when Seto said, apropos of nothing:

“Your smile gets wider when you’re upset.”

Ryou blinked. Turned his head slowly, like he thought Seto might disappear if he moved too quickly. “W-What?”

One thin eyebrow rose over an ocean-blue eye. “It works on the others. Yugi and his ilk. Stops them from asking questions. Stops them from trying to cheer you up. Doesn’t it?”

“I … I don’t … know …”

But he knew. Of course he knew. Because had he not developed the habit specifically to avoid all the questions? All the concerned pouts and the pats on the shoulder and the pitying looks? The proclamations of solidarity and the unsolicited hugs and the … the …

Ryou drew in a breath, let it out. Turned away and stared at the wall. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “Yes. It does.” He breathed deep again. “I love them. They’re so wonderful. And strong, and loyal, and passionate. But … they don’t understand. They think back on the things we’ve been through, and they feel proud. And why shouldn’t they? They saved the world. But I … I watched it unravel. I watched it break. And sometimes I feel like a corpse that forgot when to die. A hug and a milkshake just … doesn’t work on that.”

Seto reached down. Covered one of Ryou’s hands with one of his. Laced their fingers together.

They sat that way for a while.

“… One of the first things I learned,” Seto said, eventually, “as a right and proper scion of the Kaiba family, was how to tell a genuine emotion from a forgery. My … predecessor used to smile quite often. Did you know that?” Ryou turned back to eye Seto suspiciously; everything he had ever heard about Gozaburo Kaiba had always painted the picture of someone incapable of joy. “It’s true. But a smile from that man was never a positive thing. It was an alarm.”

Ryou frowned, mulling this over.

“They were all like that. That man, and all of his … followers. They didn’t have an authentic bone between the lot of them. The only smile I could trust … belonged to Mokuba.”

Ryou felt his lips twitch. “He would have been so young back then.”

The expression on Seto’s face was pained. “He was five years old when we were adopted.”

“… I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. Either of you.”

Seto shrugged. “Thank you. But the point is, I don’t mean to say that every smile Mokuba put on was real. It’s just that his were the only expressions I could read. I could tell when he was really feeling something, and when he was putting on a show. He got … very good at playing that crowd. He knew how to play the innocent, unwitting victim. He knew how to play the pawn. But I could always tell.”

“That … doesn’t surprise me.”

Seto slipped into his trademark smirk. “I suppose it doesn’t surprise me, either. But I told him, the day after I ousted the old master of the manor, that this was his home. And he didn’t have to play the game anymore. He didn’t have to put on masks anymore. If you’re happy, laugh. If you’re sad, cry. If you’re angry, scream. Whatever you feel, whatever you need, this is the one place in all the world that isn’t a stage. There’s no performing here. Not anymore.”

The hand holding Ryou’s tightened around it.

Seto turned to look his partner in the eye. “You don’t have to perform for me.”

“… I’m not trying to perform.”

“I know. It’s reached the stage of long habit, I’m sure. But if you ever associate this house with anything, I want it to be … safety. If there’s one place on this earth where the shields can come down, where you don’t have to put on a brave face if you don’t want to, where you don’t have to hold it in if you don’t want to … I hope it can be here. And if it isn’t, then … then I’ll help you find it. However I can.”

Ryou blinked. Blinked again.

Tried to ignore the burning at the backs of his eyes. Decided not to.

“… T-Thank you.”

At the Edge of the Ocean (Olicity AU fic Part 1)

Hey guys, I’d been toying for weeks with the idea of doing a unique Olicity AU one-shot. I very rarely write fics with mystical elements but once this idea popped into my head, I couldn’t get it out. I also blame @agentsassydirewolf​ for letting me rant about it and adding fuel to the fire in my creative brain! Thank you, and I hate you (just kidding…kinda sorta)! ;)

Anyway, I’ve always loved mermaids. They are by far my favorite mythical creature. I recently re-watched Splash (a big, glorious mistake) and felt compelled to finally bring my Olicity mermaid AU obsession to life. This was originally going to be a one-shot but while writing yesterday, I realized there was too much to cram into a single post. I also wanted to have this posted in time for Valentine’s Day, so I’m splitting it up into two parts (I’m still working on the second one right now).  

I haven’t yet decided if this might turn into a short, mutli-chapter ficlet. But let me know if you guys want to read more, and I might add it to my list of future fics to work on. I’m not sure how the visual aspects and edits will format on AO3, so I’m posting strictly to Tumblr for now.

Thanks in advance for reading, everyone, and Happy Valentine’s Day!

Originally posted by beautyisworthagif


Pairing: Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak

Rating: T

Summary: AU. Oliver almost drowns when the Queen’s Gambit sinks and is saved by a mysterious creature. When he learns that his savior is actually a beautiful mermaid named Felicity, Oliver can’t decided if he’s more shocked by her existence or the fact that he feels such a strong connection to her. Coming from two different worlds, Oliver and Felicity must decided if their love is true and what they’re willing to sacrifice to make it work.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Arrow or any of its characters. Except for the Olicity edits, the rest of the images and gifs aren’t mine.


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Miss Amidala (Her Majesty Part 2) [Anakin Skywalker x Reader]

Part One

Summary: The end of the reader’s reign is upon her. She and Anakin (now married) are looking forward to a semi-normal life free of pressure from the people. However, with the planet in the middle of war, Shon Nalex tries to convince the reader to extend her term. 

Word Count: 5500+

Warnings: None that I know of! Lmk if I missed anything!

You woke with the sunshine in your eyes and soul. This was it. The first day of the last week was upon you. You had a thousand ceremonies to get through, yes, but once it was over, you would no longer be queen. You would be a regular citizen of Naboo, free to live a peaceful and regular life with your husband.

You turned over to face Anakin, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. It was such a rare occasion that he didn’t have nightmares that you didn’t want to disturb him. Instead, you gently played with the curls that fell in front of his face.

You wanted to cry from happiness every time you were able to have moments like this. Even since you secretly married, Anakin was often away, fighting in the war. He had to invent stories and practically beg the council to allow him to come home for the week. To keep up appearances you had invited your family friend and his former master Obi-Wan Kenobi to the ceremonies. You were always finding loopholes, dodging obstacles, and jumping through hoops to be with Anakin; but it was worth every second. At times, the life you lived seemed like a dream, and you had trouble believing it was real.

Anakin’s beautiful blue eyes fluttered open, and when he saw you he smiled. “Good morning, your majesty,” he greeted you with his ridiculously endearing morning voice, brushing your hair away from your face.

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just something for Missy & Michelle ❤️

Just a post of me living a first day knowing that Missy is gone and knowing that Michelle is leaving doctor who.
So here we are, Missy faced her last battle. And it’s time to say “Goodbye, Mistress. You were good.”.
But let’s go back to the past and reminisce moments with her. The first point would be her first appearance in doctor who: the episode Deep Breath.We see mysterious woman whose first words were: “Hello, i am Missy!”. Everyone was so WTF at that time wondering who that woman was, there were different theories: some of them included somehow her to be River Song, others believed in the fact that she is female version of the Master and let’s applause this people cause their premonition didn’t betray them 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Some people suggested her being Rani.
But Missy’s first appearance didn’t just introduce “new” character but discovered me marvelous, astounding actress, gorgeous person inside and outside in other words Michelle Gomez. We had only few minutes maybe even minute and a half of her but she just charmed me in every possible way-let’s call it Michelle Gomez charm ❤️👀 Moving forward in the past we have seen her short appearances in “into the Dalek” where she mysteriously and elegantly suggested a cup ☕️. And, oh my God, I can’t resist Michelle’s smile 💙 Michelle Gomez charm is working all along!!! Who can walk the corridors that elegantly as Michelle Gomez? I can rewatch that scene again and again just to see that look and see her walking the corridors. Oh, can we talk about red nails and red lipstick?🔥❤️ Short appearance of her “Flatline” made everyone scream so hard because she was viewing Clara all along and said “My Clara…”. Mother Nature saves the earth here YAY, Missy’s viewing everything through the screen. Stop the moment here. I wanna take time to say how gorgeous is Michelle Gomez. Every scene is so elegant and just so flawless, it’s like you can look at Miss Gomez forever. And we are moving to great finale of season 8, we are about to find who Missy is. Short for Mistress…we know the answer YES YOU ARE MASTER! Everyone asked Michelle about how was it to keep that secret from the world, well she did keep that secret brilliantly. Let’s talk about “Dark Water” episode where we see more Missy as character and Michelle Gomez IN ALL HER BEAUTY. That’s when we had iconic 12th scene, THE KISS. THE KISS. I still remember shouting at my screen OH MY GOD. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. AND THAT NOSE KISS HAHA I love the fact that Michelle keeps talking about that, the fans love such talks 😂😂 Still iconic. Missy/Michelle is still the only one who kissed/was kissed by the Doctor/Peter👀 I call “Dark Water” as one of the crucial tv series episodes for me. Because that was exactly the episode when I discovered myself the definition of “favorite actress”, I was charmed by Michelle since Deep Breath AND IM SO SAD THAT I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT HER EARLIER!!!!!!!!!!!! You know, favorite actress is about getting chills whenever you see them on your screen, and I do get chills when I see Michelle Gomez. Because everything about her is so gorgeous, so pure, EVERYTHING ABOUT HER IS TALENT. That manner of acting(let’s call it Michelle Gomez way of acting), those facial expressions, those accent changing OH my GOD! That manner of improvising when you need too( hey missy you are so fine, you so fine you blow my mind hey missy ) HEY MICHELLE YOU ARE SO FINE, you so FINE YOU BLOW OUR MINDS HEY MICHELLE. I can just spend my whole life watching Michelle doing all of that. What lier I am, I can watch Michelle Gomez sitting my whole life. Let’s not forget about those magical blue eyes which reach out your soul really really deep. Let’s call it Michelle Gomez eyes effect. Let’s move forward to episode last episode of season 8 “Death in heaven” which gave us more Missy and more screen time for Michelle Gomez ❤️❤️ Phenomenal as always 💕 Missy just creates whole army of cyberman to get her friend back…how cute is that?! Or not. It’s time lord thingy, we can’t judge, we are just humans. So here’s when Missy gets her title of “Queen of evil"👸🏽 and can we talk about the ending of season 8…when as many people thought was the end of Missy but as obsessive fan you start rewatching the episode by second and you see that the teleport worked earlier than the cyberman’s shot. ( I have rewatched death in haven so many times, because I was so in love with bananas queen ). So here move to the point when Michelle started visiting different comic cons, that’s where we get to know her perfect TARDIS, we get those funny meet&greet pictures, and those funny stories from fans and the fact that Michelle was so sweet to all the fans makes my heart so warm, she even recorded “hello” videos for people who couldn’t make to convention. And my heart just warms up hearing that Michelle always mentions and the thanks the fans. queen, we are thankful to you! Before season 9 and season 10 we get those Michelle “I am back” videos, who could do that more iconicly than Michelle 😂 one time eating an apple and just “I am back” and the other time painting the TARDIS 😂 Before season 9 we got to see Michelle Gomez on SDCC 2015, what a fun days, a lot of interviews, new looks and Michelle Gomez charm works here again❤️ And here we got to see Trailer of season 9 in which we saw Missy. Here comes autumn 2015 and here comes season 9. We got Missy in the first two episodes, I WAS WAITING FOR HER WHOLE SEASON AFTER THAT AND STILL WONDER ABOUT HER CLEVER 💡. Season 9 Missy is famous for Clara x Missy 😂 I wish you would know how shipper’s hearts were up to that!!!! Pushing Clara to the whole, ICONIC. I guess you loved that scene, Michelle 😂 “tell him the bitch is back” 🔥 And can we talk about dance moves 🔥🔥 Michelle you for the moves 👏🏼💪🏼 Season 9 is also famous for you getting Twitter 👀 That’s when I started spamming it (I’m sorry BUT I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOu) We are enjoying funny, witty tweets and gorgeous selfies and personal photos. The wait for the season 10 was long BUT WE GOT YOU BACK with great welcome video of you painting the TARDIS into blue. The season 10 was tough one in so many ways BUT SO TOUGH AND SO HARD IN EMOTIONAL WAY. We saw another side of Missy, her trying to turn good and she succeeded in it. We saw Missy crying and not just ones. And oh my god, Michelle those scenes were so brilliantly done 💝 I was so happy to get to see Missy in few episodes: really different Missy each episode, queen of evil with big and kind heart 💝💜 Last two episodes were really hard for everyone to handle especially when the time to say goodbye had come. It was said that Michelle will leave Doctor Who with her friends but we didn’t want to believe, it’s so hard to say goodbye even if you need to. Yesterday was the finale and we saw incredible chemistry between Michelle and John Simm. What a hot duo. And how much should I pay to get Michelle Gomez push me against a wall?????!!!! Real question here. But everything comes to an end and we see Missy sacrificing herself TWICE because she wanted to be on Doctor’s side 😭😭 And the thing that kills me more IS WILL HE EVER KNOW,WILL HE EVER KNOW!!! What a hard scene it was for me as a fan of Mistress and as a fan of Michelle. Seeing Missy dying because of her past version, laughing and peacefully laying of the ground looking at the stars. What and end. I just wanted to scream and cry, actually I did all of that. How brilliantly was that scene done my Michelle and how marvelously it was shoot by Rachel, that close look in her face, when we see her taking her last breath 💔 my heart is shattering 💔 it is really hard for me to admit that Missy/Master is dead and that I will never see Michelle in DW. Michelle brought that special energy to Doctor Who and I am already missing that energy 😭😭😭😭 It was even more hurtful to see you saying “no, I won’t be coming back”, it’s been wonderful 3 years, you are right and you are absolutely right about the fact that “no one will be able, you know, to match MISSY” SO TRUE. But no one will be able TO MATCH YOU(everyone is unique, i know) BUT YOU ADDED SUCH MAGIC TO THIS ROLE AND YOU ADDED MAGIC INTO MY LIFE. You are probably one of those people who inspire me to wake up every single day and say that I want to live. Michelle Gomez version of Master is my favorite Master incarnation ever, i want you to know that. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 And you get to call yourself “doctor who” 😂👏🏼 I wish you could play the Master and the doctor at the same time! Why not?😂 Missy will never die in my heart ❤️ As long she lives in fans heart she will never die so MISSY LIVES and we still don’t trust Missy dying 😏 BECAUSE YOU CANt. blue light never killed Missy so the red one shouldn’t too. So here I come to ending of this I needed to speak up somewhere text-post. I love Michelle Gomez and I always will and I will forever miss you on Doctor Who. (Still hoping you to come back,maybe one day???). I have watched so many things with you from the past and I’m so excited for your future projects!❤️ love, Elvira❤️ I couldn’t put everything I feel into words, because I’m shitty writer, so I just love you so much and I need you to know that ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️