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Merian/LightBroch + Tumblr Quotes
PHEW!
FINALLY finished another ten pages of Onward - Forbidden: chapter one! Just in time for the fifth anniversary of the movie too...yeah looking back on it there was NO WAY I could have finished the whole chapter in time, the chapter is not even halfway done.
Anyways, ENJOY! (sorry these take SO LONG)
What horrors await him?
Cruel
Barley was worried for his little brother. Ian was now skipping meals and locking himself in his room more frequently. He hadn't given Barley any update since he went in and cussed out everyone at the school, but really, who could blame him? Two idiots put their hands on him.
"Ian, dinner's ready," Barley knocked on the door, but Ian didn't respond. His mind briefly wondered back to his own time in high school, where he was bullied frequently for pretty much existing. He tried to open the door and was relieved to find it unlocked.
"I'm not in the mood to talk, Bar," Ian said and Barley sat beside him.
"Okay, we don't have to talk," Barley responded, simply. "But we can if you want. We can go downstairs and eat. We can sit here in silence. It's up to you."
"I'm not hungry."
"That's fine," Barley lied. It wasn't fine, but it's not like he could just force Ian to eat. How would that help the situation? He knew Ian would eventually eat, but for now, patience.
They sat there for a few minutes. Ian was laying on his bed, his back to Barley, but Barley knew Ian knew he wasn't going anywhere.
"What's so wrong with me anyway?" Ian asked, his voice filling the cool winter air with pain and tension. Barley sighed.
"Nothing is wrong with you. High school is just hard."
He wished his mom were here. She used to make him feel better when it was all too much. Now, it was Barley's turn to do that for Ian. Even though he had been the sole caretaker for the last few years, it still felt new to him. He wondered if there would ever be a time when this got easier.
"Kids are so hard to talk to, Bar. I don't know how. It's like I freeze up and then they make fun of me for being different, but I don't know how to be like them."
"You don't have to be like them," Barley immediately responded, and he felt Ian roll his eyes at that one. "Ian, yes, you are different, but at the end of the day, there is nothing wrong with that. High school is a time where everyone is figuring themselves out, and honestly, if you peak in high school, there is something seriously wrong with you."
Ian didn't respond.
"No one knows who they are and deep down, everyone is different, Ian. You just have to be one of the few that aren't afraid to admit that."
"But I don't want them to make fun of me anymore."
"I know, bud, trust me, I get it. And I wish I could say it's going to get easier and it will, but there's always going to be something in life. You just have to learn to find the joys in it, too."
"Joys? What joys were there when you had to throw everything away for me just for me to turn out like this?" Ian said, his voice laced with venom and Barley felt his heart sink at that one.
"Ian. You are my greatest joy in life. Come here," Barley said as he pulled the younger one into a hug. "It was hard, trying to figure out what to do, but I'm so glad I was able to keep you and I'm so, so thankful you weren't in the car that night. Bud, I miss Mom and Dad every day, but don't for a moment think you weren't the biggest blessing of my life."
Ian didn't respond. Instead he sobbed against his older brother, who rocked him back and forth, trying to sooth him.
High school students could be so cruel.
Hector: “WOW, wait, wait wait..! Ey Chamaco!!! Is it true that you can create a sort of invisible bridge with a stick!?”
Ian: “Ehmmm, oh well... I guess so... It's more or less the same thing!”
Hector: “Gasp... Boy! You can't understand what I wouldn't have done years ago to have a stick like yours!!!”
Ian: “Oh, oh but, you know, it doesn't work with everyone! I don't know if you could have done much in any case!”
Hector: “Can you show me some tricks?”
Ian: “Sure!”
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Ok... Yes I saw Onward, yes I liked it and yes I'm learning to draw Ian and Barley... :3
Now... Ian is easier for me! I have to do several more tests with Barley instead! O_O
The Friend
Ian Lightfoot x Male!Reader
Fandom: Onward
Genre: Fluff
Description: Barley brings the reader over to his house to play Quests of Yore, where he finally meets his brother Ian.
Warning: Ian being all flustered and cute, reader is also an elf, pretty fast developed feelings, dumb pickup lines, forehead kisses 🥺
Words: 1,822
Y/N had never been over to Barley Lightfoot’s house. They’ve been best friends for years, and yet he had never set foot inside.
Until today.
“Welcome to my humble abode, dear friend!” Barley clasped his hand onto Y/N’s shoulder and shook him.
The other elf laughed and wrapped his arm around Barley’s neck, “Thank you, kind sir! Would you escort me inside like the good host you are?” He gestured to the small yet cozy looking home. Barley nodded enthusiastically and practically kicked open the door. The two of them laughed rather loudly as they entered the house. The noise immediately attracted Blazey, who Y/N had seen pictures of in Barley’s phone. The dragon sped up to them in a hurry, tackling Barley to the ground before licking his face like she hadn’t seen him in ages. Barley cackled and gently pushed her off of him. Then the dragon’s attention was turned to Y/N. She lit up like a lightbulb at the sight of someone new, jumping up and into Y/N’s arms. The elf was startled, but immediately took a liking to the pet. He scratched under her chin, “Oh you are just the sweetest!”
“Blazey!” A woman’s voice sounded from down the hall. She ran up with a squirt bottle and squeezed the plastic trigger, shooting water at her, “Get down, we do not jump on people!” Blazey blew a tiny flicker of fire before scurrying off to her lair. The woman from before adjusted her glasses with a smile and raised her hand out, “I am so sorry about that. She’s just easily excited. I’m Laurel, Barley’s mom.” Y/N took her hand and shook it.
“It’s really no problem! I’m Y/N. It’s so great to finally meet you.”
“Right back at you,” Laurel grinned, “Barley’s talked about you and your campaigns quite a lot. We were wondering when you would finally show up.”
Y/N shrugged and stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, “My mother… She can be a little controlling. My sister and I aren’t normally allowed over other’s houses.”
Laurel cocked an eyebrow, “So what changed for today?”
“Well I’m eighteen,” Y/N started, “She can’t really tell me what I can and can’t do now.” Laurel nodded her head in understanding.
“I see… Well! We’re happy to have you here.” She set a hand onto Y/N’s shoulder before yelling, “IAN!” Her sudden shout made both Y/N and Barley jump. She didn’t sound mean or angry, she was just trying to get his attention.
“Yeah?” A timid voice yelled back, muffled by the distance between him and everyone else.
“WE HAVE A GUEST!”
“I’ll be there in a minute!”
“Hurry up, brother of mine!” Barley declared. He grabbed a fake sword out of the cane holder near the door and held it triumphantly in the air, “We have quests to begin and people to save!” He then ran to the dining room and began setting up the game. Y/N chuckled to himself and waited by the front door. He didn’t really know what to do with himself. Laurel had already walked away, probably to the living room or her bedroom, and Y/N hadn’t really been to another friend’s house before. He was about to take out his phone when he heard a creak from the top of the stairs. His head shot up and saw a lanky elf walking down. The boy didn’t seem to notice the company as he struggled to fix the flannel he was wearing. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, fighting with one of the buttons on the shirt.
“Hi there.” Y/N said, making the boy jump.
“H-Hey!” His cheeks flushed when he saw Y/N leaning against the front door, “You must be the friend that Barley’s been talking about!” Y/N smiled at how easily flustered he got, “I-I’m Ian, by the way.”
“I’m Y/N. AKA, the friend. It’s nice to meet you, Ian.”
“Yeah, you too!” Ian rocked back and forth on his feet, “So how come I’ve never seen you before?”
Y/N rubbed the back of his neck, “Strict mom. But I’m eighteen now! So that’s why I’m finally here.” Ian nodded. The two of them sat in silence for what seemed like hours. It didn’t feel awkward, at least not to Y/N. Ian on the other hand, felt like the entire weight of the conversation rested on his shoulders. He felt an obligation to keep it going, like he wanted to keep talking, but he didn’t know how or why.
Barley peeked in from the dining room, “Y/N, the game’s almost set up!”
“Alright. Now we just gotta wait for the others to show up, right?” Barley nodded and went back to finish setting up.
Y/N glanced over at Ian to see him fidgeting, “Hey, Ian. You play?” He gestured to the dining room. Ian shook his head.
“No, no, I don’t.”
“Have you ever played?”
“No?”
“Well, if you wanna join this campaign, we could use another party member.” Ian didn’t respond, just looked away from him, still fidgeting. Y/N frowned, “I’m sure everyone would love to have you.” He said, before leaving to join Barley.
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Later that night, the campaign was in full swing. Y/N was the Quest Master, of course, guiding the travelers through epic quests and dangerous obstacles. Ian could hear everything from his room. He didn’t think he would ever want to play the dumb game, but something about tonight made him want to go downstairs and join the party. Even if it was just for one night. Suddenly, he thought about Barley’s friend, Y/N. He felt his cheeks heat up and he groaned.
“What is wrong with me?” He barely even knew the guy, and yet he had him as flustered as a school girl looking at her crush. A loud groan from downstairs shook him out of his thoughts.
“Oh my god, we need a wizard,” Ian heard one of Barley’s friends say, “if we try to fight even one more monster, we’re done for.”
“You can say that again!” Barley shouted. Ian groaned and ran a hand through his hair. He was going to regret this.
“I-I wanna join the party,” Ian said. He found himself standing in the doorway to the dining room. Barley’s mouth dropped in absolute shock.
“You’re kidding,” he said.
Ian shook his head, “No, I wanna join.”
Y/N’s face lit up, “That's great! Do you have a character?” Ian’s cheeks flushed once again and he nodded.
“Y-Yeah! I wanna be a… A wizard?”
“Perfect,” Y/N smiled and gave him a character sheet along with a pencil. He gestured to the seat next to him, “Take a seat! The real quest is just about to begin.”
That night was one Ian was never going to forget. His first time playing Quests of Yore was better than he ever thought it would be. Y/N seemed to be a great Quest Master, and the rest of the party was happy to take him in. Ian had never felt so accepted into a group before, and he was so happy that Y/N was the most accepting out of all of them, save for his brother.
Time flew by as if it was nothing. It got late, and everyone had to leave. Y/N was the last one to go, as he was helping the brothers clean up.
“This was possibly one of the best campaigns yet,” he said, glancing up at Ian.
Ian gave him a shy smile, then looked down to the character figurines he was picking up, “Yeah. That was fun.” When they finished picking up all the pieces and parts, they realized that Barley was nowhere to be seen.
“Did you see where Barley went?” Y/N asked, Ian shook his head.
“No…”
The two of them leaned onto the dining room table next to one another, in a period of silence similar to the one they had earlier. Ian felt the familiar heaviness of needing to continue the conversation.
“Say something, say anything!”
“You’re really cool, Y/N.”
“No! No, not that!”
Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, “Really? You think so?” Ian felt a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his head as he tried to avoid looking at Y/N. He definitely just weirded him out.
“Yeah, I do,” Ian nodded and let out a nervous laugh, “You put on a really awesome campaign, and I had a lot of fun.” When he looked up, he noticed that Y/N had inched closer to him, their faces were only inches away from one another’s.
“I’m really glad to hear that,” Y/N gave him a soft smile and slid his hand over Ian’s. Maybe he hadn’t ruined everything. Ian’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink than they were before, making Y/N chuckle to himself, “Maybe we could hang out sometime, without the guys? Would you be down?”
Ian grinned, “Yeah! I mean— Yeah, I’d totally be down…” he tried to play it cool, but failed rather miserably. Y/N laughed, his hand lightly squeezing Ian’s.
“Awesome.”
Barley suddenly barged into the doorway, forcing the two of them to pull away from each other, “Till next time, my friend!” He pat Y/N on the back, “I bid you adieu…”
“I-I’ll walk you out!” Ian stuttered and sped to the front door.
“Such a gentleman, Ian! That’s my boy!” Barley shouted. Him and Y/N said their goodbyes before Y/N walked out the front door. He turned to Ian, taking his hand in his own and putting on his best proper accent he could.
“Till we meet again, sweet prince.” The sentence alone could’ve made Ian laugh, but the effort Y/N put in just to say it made him snort. It was probably the most embarrassing line he had ever heard.
The elf clutched his stomach, his laughter making it almost impossible for him to say anything, “Y-You did not just say that!”
“But I did!” Y/N kept up the accent. He used his free hand to move Ian’s curly hair away from his forehead, leaned in, and placed a small kiss upon it. Ian’s laughter ceased immediately, blush creeping onto his cheeks instead. A chuckle erupted from Y/N’s throat, “Goodnight, Ian.” Before he could say a word, Y/N had let go of his hand and walked away. The moment before he got into his car, Y/N waved goodbye. Ian couldn’t stop himself from waving back with an obvious glee. He didn’t know what it was, but something about that boy made him absolutely thrilled for the next time they met. He sighed and leaned against the front door, watching as Y/N drove off.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
It's finally colored! 😁
🔹️Ian Lightfoot🔹️
Can't wait to color the rest of these Onward fanart I still have yet to finish. 😂
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