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[1-800-cuupid]

I followed your other account and downloaded DoL just to see what it was about. 👀

Rent is due every sunday, and school is every monday. Make sure to stick to well lit areas and dress modestly :)

Good luck out there, buddy!

[starshinegoblin]

23 for Sangyu from your War of Hearts verse? 8)

Thank You so much for requesting from the Sleepy/Cost list! I love this prompt because it was so much fun to write. It did get a little away from at the start but I hope you enjoy it! ♥♥♥

Huaisang raised his fan to hide his face from the elders and his brother as Elder Yanbin continued to ramble. About a quarter’s way through his speech he’d stopped listening. The pressure in his face for the past week that he had been trying to ignore was back. However, the pain he was feeling today was more intense. It was all brought about because of the change in the weather recently. That day been record hot followed by the temperature dropping only for it to rain. And rain it had since then. 

He reached up with this other hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He had hoped that it would relieve some pain but all he got in response was another pulse of pain to his temple. The sound of the old man’s voice grating to his ears. Huaisang knew that he wasn’t going to be able to sit through this meeting. 

“Huaisang.” Mingjue’s deep timbered voice called him making him open his eyes to turn to look at his brother. Elder Yanbin not having heard him kept on. Though his expression hasn't changed there was a look of concern in his brother’s eyes. Yes, Huaisang might be a man but it would never end his brother’s love and over protectiveness of him. 

“Yes, Da-ge?” Huaisang replied. 

“Tell Meng Yao to come here.” Mingjue ordered, the man’s silent way of dismissing him, but also letting him know that he too was tired of Yanbin. Meng Yao had a way of getting that old man to get to the point. He rose to his feet causing the elder’s rise as well giving him a bow as he made his escape.

He slowly went down the hallway from the receiving hall towards Meng Yao’s office. His head feeling like it was going to crack. He couldn’t wait to go back to his rooms and relax with his husband. He’d have Xia make that tea she always makes for Xuanyu’s headaches. That would probably help. 

Stopping, at Meng Yao’s door he knocked. A lesson he’d learned back when Meng Yao first became his brother’s lieutenant. 

“Enter” came Meng Yao’s voice through the door.  

Huaisang opened the door not bothering to step inside. He found two accountants sitting across from Meng Yao. Their eyes widen they realize it’s him the rose to stand and respectfully bow to him. 

“Is there something you need, A-Sang?” Meng Yao asked looking at him with a curious expression.

“Da-ge asked for you.” Huaisang replied earning a dimple smile and a chuckle from Meng Yao. Those golden eyes sliding over to sheet on the edge of his desk. Huaisang knows what that page holds. It’s his brother’s agenda for the day, and the one meeting with Huaisang is the one that old bat is listed with. So now both of them know that there was never any asking. He was being told come save him from Yanbin. 

“Thank you, A-Sang.” Meng Yao stated keeping the smile on his face. He turned his head towards the two still standing accountants, “We will revisit this at a later time.” 

At the clear dismissal from Meng Yao, Huaisang left making his way back to his shared rooms with his husband. The rain had prevented his beloved and his handmaidens from being in the courtyard. As he stood outside the room, he could hear Xia playing the zither in their front room along with the cheerful chatting of Ai and Xuanyu. The doors opened before he could do it himself revealing that Ai had been about to step out.  She took a step back bowing. He raised his hand stopping Xia from following her friend. 

“Oh, A-Sang!” Xuanyu called his name with a sweet smile on his face. Today, his husband looked inviting with his lovely hair still down with one side pulled back decorated comb revealing his damaged ear. The cuff not there. Xuanyu had said sometimes the cooler weather made the ear sensitive. Today he’d gone with a soft white robes with a lovely light sea green brocade pattern. A soft pink inner robe to match the pink lily on the hair comb. 

The smile dropping from Xuanyu’s face as Huaisang winced in pain. “A-Sang?” He said with a worried tone. 

“I’m fine” he said handing his fan to Ai, who shut the door behind him. Whatever she was about to do no longer a priority. “I just have a headache.”

“Oh?” Xuanyu replied with warm intimate smile on his face, then he patted for him to join him in the nest of pillows that’d been created for them to lounge about on today. “Then come join me, husband. I can help with that.” 

“How could I refuse?” Huaisang answered as he lowered himself into the nest. Xuanyu had him move to place his head in his lap. As his husband took out his head piece carefully setting it aside and undoing his braids, Ai went to work on lowering the panels so that the room was filled with dim light while Xia switched to a more soothing song than the one of dances she’d been playing. 

Those gentle hands finished undoing his hair moved on to massaging his temples. Huaisang looked up with sleep hooded to find Xuanyu still smiling at him. He could smell the freshness of cut lemons. A scent that always smells so comforting to him when Xuanyu uses his healing energy. The pressure began to recede and he could feel the lull of sleep upon him. 

“I love you.” Huaisang whispered as he fell asleep. 

“I love you too.” Xuanyu softly chuckled continuing to let his energy flow into Huaisang healing of the sinus pains that had been plaguing him. 

[justlightlysedated]

Skimmons “stop slapping my ass in public, Jemma!”

“Stop slapping my ass in public, Jemma!” Daisy yelpsspinning around to face her.

Jemma’s face is the perfect definition of shocked.

Daisy mouths, distractionat her so Jemma could get what she’s trying to do.

The good thing about Jemma is that once she knows what Daisyis trying to do, she goes along with it.

“I just can’t help myself,” Jemma says, and it comes out alittle breathy and seductive, and she wraps her arms around Daisy’s hips,tucking her hands into the back pockets of Daisy’s jeans and squeezing appreciatively,which makes Daisy jump a little.

It’s Daisy’s turn to be shocked (and a little bit turned on,if she’s being honest), but Jemma just tugs her in closer until they’retouching everywhere, and maybe this was a bad and dangerous idea.

“I know it’s your favorite part to hold on to, but we’re inpublic and there are laws against what I want to do to you every time you dothat,” Daisy says just loud enough to be distracting to the guards they’resupposed to be distracting.

The blush across Jemma’s cheeks is wonderful and every timeDaisy manages to make it happen she feels a small thrill of victory.

“Then maybe we should take this somewhere a little moreprivate,” Jemma says right before she’s pressing her mouth to Daisy’s.

As first kisses go, it’s not the best that Daisy has everhad, but no other kiss has made her feel like if she’s flying and falling atthe same time.

And fuck, she’s so screwed.

She wraps her arms around Jemma’s shoulders and tugs her ineven closer deepening the kiss and sliding her hands through Jemma’s hair.

“Um, guys,” comes Mack’s voice from their ear. “I said we’rethrough you can stop with your distractionnow.”

Daisy pulls away from Jemma because she can actually see the air quotes Mack put around theword distraction, and it’s distracting.

“Mack did you just air quote?”

“Yes, get your asses in gear and back to the plane, we can’tstall here until you get your fill of each other. It’s been years coming and Idon’t have all day.”

Jemma flushes again.

“Fine, we’re coming.”

“Not yet you’re not,” Elena says and Daisy hears it when sheand Mack high five.

Daisy rolls her eyes and looks back at Jemma.

Jemma gives her a wide eyed look, “So, let’s go?”

Daisy bites her lip on her smile and says, “I would, but you’rekinda keeping me right here.”

That’s when Jemma apparently realizes that she’s still gother hands in the back pockets of Daisy’s jeans.

She moves as though Daisy just got lit on fire, and thenwalks really rapidly pass her.

Daisy smiles giddily and runs after her.

They’ll finish this particular conversation later.

[sleepyfan-blog]

fairy tale or body swap AU maybe? :D

((This one got kinda long. I hope that you enjoy it!))

@aridette

Connor woke up in a strange place. Specifically on a cot, and there was a stranger who was stirring a large black pot. He blinked a little as he slowly sat up, noting that the person was an elderly woman in all black clothes. He knew that colonists wore all black as a sign of mourning. He cleared his throat as he sat up, suppressing a hiss as the world spun unpleasantly around him.

“Good morning, my handsome, strapping young lad.” She called out, voice oddly hoarse sounding, “I found you out in the forest covered in more weapons than an old woman like myself can shake a stick at. I’ve set them on the table over there. I must say, I’ve never seen a Knight quite like you before.”

“… Thank you, but I am not a knight.” Connor murmured, trying to place her accent, having never heard it’s like before. The last thing he remembered was-

Aveline had asked him to help her track down a piece of Eden that the French Colonial Templars had recently procured. Connor had tracked the ship it was supposed to be on, stalking the courier as the other made his way through Charleston.  He silently counted until the courier was completely hidden in an alley before leaping onto the hapless French Templar, stunning the man and grabbing the bag.

His father’s voice rang out, amused and exasperated “and just where do you think you are going with that, Connor?”

The young Master Assassin cursed himself for freezing one the spot rather than fleeing… But they were also allies at the moment. “This French Templar has something that an ally of mine would rather not stay in their hands. I have it and will be leaving now - and I have barely injured him.”

“Ah, but this other ally of yours wanted was being sent to me- and by your expression, I take it that they didn’t see fir to tell you that, son.” The Englishman purred, moving closer to the still motionless Connor.

The bastard had probably done that on purpose so he couldn’t help the reaction that he had to his father acknowledging that part of their relationship  in front of other… not that very wide-eyed French Templar was doing anything but keeping very still. “… And this will not end up in an enemy’s hands?” He managed out, squinting suspiciously at his father.

The older man smirked a little as he leisurely walked towards the two of them clapping Connor on the back “Of course not.”

A bright light emanated from the bag, blinding the pair of them./

… Arguing with his father of a Piece of Eden. “Where am I, ma'am? How did you find me? The last thing I remember was speaking with my… My father.” Connor asked softly, a worried frown appearing on his face.

“You were alone, bathed in golden light.” The old woman explained, “You were sent to the forest I live in by magic. Perhaps you will be able to help me. There’s a pair of rotten little monsters who keep eating my house! If you could catch and stop them I’d be very grateful.”

“Very well, I’m good at track and I’ll deal with these monsters of yours.” Connor responded, nodding a little.

“Wonderful! IF you can catch them for stew, I’d be delighted!” the old woman responded with a cackle of delight.

The Assassin nodded and carefully got up having to bed over some as he had hit his head on the roof. He rubbed the back of his head, smelling something sweet. “I shall do my best.” With that he left the small hut his hand sticky from the handle of the door. He made sure to grab his weapons before he left.

HE lightly tasked his sticky had as he realized it was sweet, as if he’d touched sugar or honey… was… was her house made of sugar and ginger bread? He could see her shed, which had been partially eaten. The bites were small, and nothing had been consumed above the height that a ten year old child could reasonably reach.

Connor also found barefoot tracks in the mud, consistent with the tracks of a pair of children. His heart constricted painfully at the implications of this- and that the old woman wanted to eat them was ghastly. He activated his second sight, the children’s tracks painfully were easy to follow.

It didn’t take Connor more than a couple of hours to track them down. The two of them were talking quickly to his father, their eye wide and pleading as the older of the two of them- a girl no older than twelve begged. “P-please sir! We need you to guide us back to the village! Our parents took us out into the woods last night and we cannot find our way home. We tried to use bread to find our way home but-“

Haytham huffed, looking away from the children cutting off the rest of her speech impatiently “But the birds ate the rail, you tried to leave. You two also found a house made out of ginger bread and ate some of it because you were hungry. An old witch appeared and tried to capture the two of you but you managed to escape. We are likely still close to that house and the witch and if the two of you split up, your brother will get captured by her.”

“… You are being rather cruel towards them father.” Connor rebuked quietly. “And there is an old woman who currently lives in a partially eaten home made out of sweets.” She also apparently wanted to eat them for some twisted reason. Unless the old woman didn’t know that children culpable for the destruction of her edible property? A couple of white rabbits hopped out of nowhere and sat on his feet.

A blue jay had landed on his father’s shoulders as the Templar rubbed one of his temples with a hand “I am aware that they are telling the truth. We should let the tale unfold as it should while we find that thrice cursed thing that sent us here. How The Book of Eden ensnared us both I don’t know. Neither of has touched the wretched thing.”

“We are not abandoning these children! We need to get them back to their village at least so that they will be safer. Then we can search for the thing that brought us here.” he wanted to ask what the other meant by letting the story unfold, and why Haytham had said all the things he had, but would ask later when they were away from the children..

“… You do not understand the situation. These two children are called Hansel and Gretel.” Haytham stressed the names as if that were supposed to mean more than the fact that his father had gotten the children to tell him their names.

“How did you know our names, Sir? d-did our parents ask you to find us Gretel asked, her eyes large and hopeful.

”… No they did not.“ The Templar Grandmaster eventually said "You two must be bold and brave in the trials ahead. Stick together and you will overcome them. My son and I cannot help you, for we are lost in these woods, looking for the way to go home. We were brought here by a cursed magical object and we must find it again so that it doesn’t harm anyone else. If you find a river or stream, there will be berries and fish to eat.”

Connor hesitated before handing Gretel, who was older- a knife, hilt first as well as apiece of flint .He instructed them on how to use the flint and prepare a cooking fire that wasn’t dangerous. “I am sorry that there isn’t more we can do. Butter berries will make you sick, so if the berries you taste is bitter, spit them out and wash your mouth.” he moved away from the two kids. Connor didn’t want to, but some unseen force was pushing him away from the pair.

The Templar-Assassin pair walked silently through the woods, both of them using their second sight to find the Piece of Eden that brought them here.“… How did you know their names, if the children didn’t give them to you?”

“Because we are in a fairy tale. The Book of Eden traps those who try to use it in a fairy tale story. This one is about the pair of children we just saw, their parents abandoned them in the woods-” he told the rest of the tale, “It’s implied that they stay at the witch’s house and tend the guards that surround it after she dies. I want to find the Book before the story ends, as we will be placed into another. This is one of the shortest, but the size of the story means that the world we need to search is small.”

“… Oh. So will the flint and dagger I gave them vanish when we leave?” Connor asked, spotting a glittering, golden object in the distance. “How long do we have?”

“Several weeks, as the witch will lose patience at the fact that Hansel isn’t gaining the weight she wants him to by then. As for that… I don’t know much about how the Book works and what it means when we interact with the characters is known for certain. But there is a rumor that we can affect how the story is told for a time by the actions we take in the story… How long and if that’s true…” Haytham shrugged a little. “That I do not know for certain.”

“I see… and I think that the Book is over there, through that large tangle of brambles. It’ll take days to cut into the clearing if there is one and fire is dangerous. But I… I did not wish the Book and neither of us touched it before it pulled us in.” Connor responded, frowning a little. Not looking forwards to hacking his way through to the book. Some of the thorns were easily over an inch and a half long.

“Yes, but that is our best bet as fire could be dangerous for a number of reasons as the Book will torment us more if w feel fear while trapped in the story… and Fire is also an invitation we do not extend.” Haytham explained a patient expression appearing on his face.

“…Ah.” Connor replied, unable to stop himself from fidgeting. “… How do you know of my aversion to fire?”

“I am a highly observant… and I know that Ziio…” Haytham swallowed, pausing in his speech as if her name caused him pain. “… She died in a fire.” The Templar drew his blade and struck powerfully at the brambles, cutting a large vine down.

“… She did, but I never told you that.” Connor growled quietly as he drew his tomahawk and started to cut through the thick, thorny brambles.

“Johnson told me recently, and I’ve seen the way you shift and cringe when close to flames. Your hands also shook as you told them how to the campfires safety. IT’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His father murmured voice kind and understanding, rather than condescending.

“Oh… She loved you until the day she died. Mother told me your name and I… I wanted to find you.” Connor admitted quietly. The brambles weren’t as bad as they first appeared.

His father’s eyes widened in shock at his words, and Haytham stumbled into the brambles- and could’ve gotten tangled, but Connor darted closer to Haytham and steadied the older man before he fell too far. “I… Oh… I still care for her as well. Thank you for telling me son.”

The two of them went silent after that as it took them several hours to jut the path they needed to get to the golden book. The brambles seemed to have gotten thinner after they had spoken the air clearing around the two of them somewhat. Surely that was just a coincidence?

They reached for the book at the same time, finding themselves back where they’d started. The French Templar was staring at them intently- it seemed as though their trip had taken a couple of moments in the real world.

“… It is said that the Spirits of Those Who Came Before possess the bodies of the persons whose souls are taken by the book. B-but nothing happened when it tried to take your souls! H-how is that possible?!” The French Templar demanded.

“… I was not told that aspect of this Piece of Eden. I have a number of questions, and you /will/ answer them. The truce between our orders does not extend to you.” Haytham demanded silkily, staling closer to the hapless Templar.

“… We should take him to a more comfortable place. He’s traveled so far, father.” Connor murmured, coming up behind the trembling French Templar, placing the hand that didn’t hold the bag that held the Piece of Eden on the other’s shoulders, holding onto him tightly.

Yes, of course. I believe your ship has something that would be suitable for our new… guest.“ Haytham smirked "I shall take that so you can… Subtly bring our new friend.”

“It would be, but Charleston isn’t a port city. We can use the tunnels to get to the one where I had to leave my ship.“ Connor pointed out, handing over the bag.

"To the tunnels! And it’d be wise for you to speak truthfully to us.” The Templar Grandmaster advised as they set off for the closest tunnel entrance.