Nohrian Festival: Leo and Odin Conversation Pt. 1 & 2
I keep forgetting that despite Odin’s odd
antics, he is in fact the most academically intelligent character in both of
his games. Altogether, he may even surpass Laurent and Miriel. He’s quite the
historian of his homeland if his constant exclamations and ramblings are
anything to go by (“By the red hair of Eliwood!”), and clearly he’s well-read
with his interest of lore and legends. He also has a wide range of vocabulary
(as I’m sure we all noticed) and he’s great with technical stuff, which in Fire
Emblem era means blacksmithing. And now that he’s a mage character, creating
spells (though I’m not sure if they actually work…). In this conversation, he
shows some random knowledge of nutrition (I didn’t even know the periodic table
of elements was a thing in this game).
Not to mention, he is insanely good with foreign languages. It doesn’t show up much in
the localized version for obvious reasons, but in the original Japanese
version, all the names he has given objects/spells so far have been in English, Sanskrit, and Arabic (or possibly
Turkish). The “Grossartig Mond” name he’s given Camilla’s armor IS IN FREAKIN’ GERMAN. And those are just the ones I know of.
AND I CAN’T EVEN SAY “WHAT A WASTE” BECAUSE HE’S
NOT WASTING ANY OF IT. Brilliant and strong and handsome, and you can’t even hate him for it because his personality is hilarious, WHICH JUST MAKES HIM EVEN MORE PERFECT. As a character. Not necessarily as a unit.
Imagine you’re a nurse in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital. Everyday, you come to check on one of your patients, Jon Moxley. As the days go by, he begins to develop feelings for you. One day however, he sees another coworker flirt with you and does something to really prove how he feels about you.
A/N: This is the second installment of the lemon I wrote named ‘Use Me Loki’. It is a smut too. Thank you for liking the first installment of my story. Again I do not own anything. Please ignore my spelling and grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. Enjoy.
‘Now its my turn darling. THREE TIMES’ Loki smirked at me. I gulped finding the lust in his eyes and predatory look on his face. I was still a little breathless from my last release straddling Loki while he was still hard inside of me.
‘Turn around darling’ he instructed. I moved accordingly and hissed when Loki’s member slid out of me. Soon, I found myself straddling on his crotch again, this time, with my back to his front. ‘Umm. You look ravishing.’ he groaned from his place on the bed. His hands glided on my back and ass teasingly. He was killing me with anticipation. Climaxing three times in one night should be enough for me.
Supernatural x Hamilton (whhhaaaa???) Title: Forever Yours Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Sister! Reader, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, George Washington, Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr
Word Count: 11016 (what the actual fuck happened! Sorry in advance)
Warnings: shitty google translate/GCSE French skills haha, angst, fluff, supernatural violence.
Summary: To complete a spell a special feather is needed. Unfortunately, the only person who knows where to get it died two hundred years ago! However, this is not a problem when you have a time-traveling angel on your side.
A/N: Recently I’ve become OBSESSED with Hamilton so I decided to put my two favourite things together in this wonderful mess of a thing. It was meant to be kinda short but now? I kind of ran away with this idea and didn’t want to stop writing ‘till it was perfect, hence why it’s so late! I hope you enjoy because I had a great time dancing around to the soundtrack thinking of ideas. I cannot wait for it to come to London!!!! As always, hope you guys are alright, check out my masterlist and let me know if you like this! Thanks babes
“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” Sam asked again. I laughed and nodded.
“What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already died twice Sammy. I think I can handle a bit of time travel.”
“She will be entirely safe and I can bring her back as easy as I sent her away,” Cas said. The brothers looked nervous. They had a right to be, after all, it wasn’t every day your sister gets sent 200 years into the past to find a secret ingredient!
“I don’t see why we can’t go with her!”
“You are more likely to be killed than I am! You’d get drafted into the war and shot by an English soldier. That’s not something I want to deal with the repercussions of.”
“And what if you die?”
“I’m too pretty to die!” I laughed. Sam raised his eyebrows and laughed. “Seriously! I’ll be fine. A bunch of redcoats aren’t going to scare me, Sammy.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure.” I laughed again. “Now, can we get on with this? We haven’t got long before the equinox.”
“Three days,” Castiel confirmed. “That should give you enough time to find it.”
“Yep! How hard can a fancy feather be to find anyway?”
“Seeing as we have to send you back in time to find it? I’d say quite.” Dean said.
“Cas can we go now? Before those two bite my head off?” I joked, Cas smiled and stepped towards me. “See you later boys! Bon voyage!” I gave a small salute then I disappeared.
A/N: You requested that it be long and I was writing and when I went back to do a quick check I realized that if I went on, I would have 10 pages before I was even close to the end. Right now I’m pushing 4-5. I will update this with part 2 (and possibly a part 3(?)) within the next two days. Thank you for requesting and I hope this is okay!
You didn’t even know how it had started. One minute you were asking Derek another question about the case, and the next you two were screaming profanities and throwing things.
All you’d wanted was to know more about the case. Derek had asked you to help them and to basically be the bait so of course you wanted to know what exactly you were getting into.
“So all I have to do, is just stand there?…” you said, narrowing your eyes.
“Yes, Y/N,” Derek sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We’ve been over this seven times now. It’s not that hard.”
“I understand what I’m doing, I’m unclear how me doing that is supposed to help,” you said slowly, trying to make him understand where you were coming from from your repetitive questions.
“I’m not stupid, Y/N. Why can’t you trust me on this?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“I know that, and I definitely trust you. It’s just… won’t I be in danger?”
At that, Derek had lost it. You weren’t even sure why. In your mind, it was a fair question. After all, this was your neck you were sticking out and you wanted to be sure it wouldn’t be lopped off.
“I SWEAR YOU ARE THE BIGGEST FUCKING IDIOT I HAVE EVER MET. WHY, WHY, WHY, IS IT SOOO HARD TO WRAP THAT SHIT BRAIN OF YOURS AROUND THIS?” Derek screamed at you.
It angered you, to say the least and suddenly you were shouting back at him.
“IT MUST BE THAT SHIT BRAIN OF MINE. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST ANSWER MY QUESTIONS? OR BETTER YET,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm, “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT THE HELL WE’RE EVEN GOING AFTER?”
“WE? WE? WE ARE GOING AFTER NO ONE. I AM GOING AFTER SOMEONE, YOU ARE GOING TO DO WHAT YOU DO BEST AND SLUT IT UP TO ATTRACT HIS ATTENTION. IN FACT,” Derek said, pausing, “IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WON’T EVEN NEED TO CHANGE. CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS!”
Ouch. Derek knew that was a sore spot for you. You had recently been confident enough in your body to show off a little more than you usually would, though if you’d stood next to Erica it still would have looked liked you were wearing a snowsuit. You were wearing tasteful outfits that helped boost your confidence. In fact, you were the first one to tell Derek that your confidence had gone up after you’d successfully helped Stiles and Scott on one of their crazy stunts. Derek had been proud of you.
And now he had turned everything against you.
“Go fuck yourself Derek,” you hissed as you stalked out of his house. You were done, completely over him. If he wanted to be an asshole, fine, let him. But he would never ever insult you like that again. You were furious, mad enough to punch someone, which was serious for you as the most violent you ever were was when you threatened to ‘punch someone in the snoz”.
You left Derek’s place with a cloud looming over your head. You would get even with him, you just weren’t sure how yet.
He’d blurted it out without even meaning to. He’d been angry- and he never was good at controlling his emotions, especially his anger- and he’d snapped at her. He’d crossed a line. He’d done the unthinkable. He may have shattered her confidence.
He’d watched, frozen in place, as she stormed out, her anger and hurt written all over her face.
Shit, shit, shit.
He knew he’d done wrong, but he just couldn’t bring himself to go after her. He had too much pride, and if he was honest, was still fuming over the fact that she didn’t trust him enough with the task he’d given her. Why couldn’t she just understand that it was something he couldn’t go into detail about; she had a loud mouth and she was friends with not only Scott- whom he could handle- but also Stiles- whom he could not handle. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was her fault.
But in the back of his mind, he knew he had done something very, VERY wrong. And he had to fix it. Another day though. He wasn’t sure he could talk to Y/N rationally after what had just gone down.
“Three days. Three days should be enough time,” he said to himself as he got into the shower. “I’ll wait three days before I contact Y/N again.”
–Three days later–
It had been three days since your blowout fight with Derek and you were still pissed. You were growing angrier each day that passed. Why hadn’t he called you to apologize? You knew he had an absurd amount of pride, but really??
“Hey, you okay over there?” Stiles asked you in history.
You turned to him and looked him dead in the eye. “Do you and Scott ever fight?” you asked.
Stiles looked surprised at your question and after a moment of hesitation answered, “Yes, but why do you ask?”
“Who apologizes first?” you continued, ignoring his question.
“Mr. Stilinski, Miss Y/L/N. Would the two of you like to share your conversation with the class?” the teacher asked, a cross look on his face.
“No sir,” Stiles mumbled.
“Actually, yes,” you spoke up.
The teacher look surprised, but motioned for you to continue. Never before had he had a student so willing to share their conversation and woes with the class.
“Theoretically, if you’ve had a fight with someone and they said something offensive, how long should they wait to apologize?” you asked.
A boy in the second row raised his hand before quickly answering, “Well, how offensive was the person?”
“Self-confidence shattering,” you replied.
A girl in the back of the class spoke up next saying, “Well, that person should have apologized right away. Often times, when one says something that is meant to hurt another person, the person who was hurt by the comment may remember that forever. It is always best to think before you speak.”
You tried not to roll your eyes at the speech. The girl had a point.
“Anything else Miss Y/L/N?” the teacher asked, his voice laced with tiredness.
“Yes actually, and this has to do with history.”
He perked up at the word history and, again, motioned for you to continue.
“In history, what was the most common type of revenge when a person had been betrayed?”
You teacher thought for a moment and then said, “A punishment of some sort. Often times ruining their social life-” which Derek didn’t have- “or even murdering the betrayer.” The last one was doable.
With that, you nodded and sat back down, scheming. Maybe you wouldn’t go as far as murder, but everything else was still on the table.
Because there is a part of me that loves when people propose that Vanessa has eight degrees in science or engineering or is a successful entrepreneur or whatever, but there’s another part that’s like FUCK THAT WOMEN OF COLOR DO NOT HAVE PROVE THEMSELVES TO BE WORTHY OF LOVE AND FANDOM INTEREST FUCK YOU WOMEN WHO WORK AS MODELS DO NOT HAVE TO PROVE THAT THEY ARE SMART AND INTERESTING AND HUMAN
Language assistance from apfelgranate. This could legit use a Britpick.
I live a minute’s walk away from K-Town North, and aside from the Bubble Tea/Net cafés, Japanese beauty boutiques, Izakayas, Gogigui restaurants and Karaoke spots, are these damn K-drama pâtisseries that are beginning to see too much of me.
Pacifica didn’t have to look at the calendar notification to know what it said. The Pines twins were back in town for an indeterminate amount of time. She felt a sick sense of excitement, knowing that they were returning to Gravity Falls.
But nothing can really escape the pull of Gravity Falls, can it, she thought.