#'i cant just get you NOTHING' 'you may gift me an empty box if its that important to you???'

[bloodycassian]

LEATHERBOUND PART 2 - Reader x Cassian

The bell at the front didn't ring when he stepped inside. The oddity of it made him stop in his tracks. That, and the pile of books you crouched over.  "What happened?" He gasped, taking in the small shop. There was broken glass inside, but the front window was already replaced. The shards cast a delicate shimmer over the entire inside. The mud caked onto the back wall where your desk sat reeked. "Are you okay?" Concern was painted plainly across his features. Rage roiled inside his gut at the thought of anyone who would do you harm. What if you had been inside when it happened?  He couldnt bare to think of it. Couldn't tempt himself to imagine what he would do to whoever did it. He would have showed them why the Lord of Bloodshed was named as such. His rage ceased when he saw the strain your wings showed as you tried to push one of the stacks of books back up. He rushed to your side and helped you push it up, only a few smaller novels fell out.  You waved him off, trying to ignore the way his concern made you downright giddy. "Some kids... It happens every now and again." You sighed, picking up the runaways from the floor. You were grateful your collection hadn't been damaged. Thankfully the spells had worked and warded against them actually entering the shop.  Cassian stooped to help you pick up the few that had fallen, then you noticed his boots. "Shoes!" You squeaked. He swore under his breath and kicked them off at the front, returning to help you. His muscle was a great help in re organizing. You got the piles straight this time, and without hurting yourself. You also didn't need a ladder to get the stacks all to the same height. "Anything else?" He asked, placing the final pile atop the last row.  "Ahh.." You glanced above the door where the bell no longer was. "If you could find me a new bell... I dont know what happened to the old one." The bell had been in the shop since it was your grandmothers. It did hold sentimental value, but nothing that would kill to be gone. It was on its final days anyway you told yourself.  "Any preference what kind?" He asked, flipping through a novel about Wyverns. He smiled a bit and set it back where it had been. The glass on the floor reflected rainbows all over the small rooms, it painted your skin with them. He tried not to stare at the beauty there. "One that works." You smiled. "I'm going to owe you that gold piece back for helping me."  "Dont worry about it. You can help me in return." You led him to your usual spot at the counter. He leaned against it casually, in a way that made him look at peace in your nook. Your heart squeezed at the thought of him being so at ease in your space. "We're looking for an old tome. Something that you would definitely recognize." He dragged a finger across the tabletop, along a long carved initial of some Illyrian child long ago. You hummed, thinking about the few tomes you'd encountered on your travels before settling in Illyria as a book merchant. "What year?" You asked, hoping to help in some way. Even if it was to steer him a different direction. You wanted to help him find whatever he needed.  "Unknown... it may be made from stone." He said, his voice quieting. You stilled at the words. The oldest stone tomes were the ones that meant no good was coming. The book of breathings had been one of them. You could feel the color drain from your face. He nodded, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.  "It's important. If you know anything... please let me know." He gave you a grim smile and patted the desk. "And I expect that cake next time I come over too." He tapped the wood counter and gave you a quick goodbye. "If you need anything let me know!" He called halfway out the door.  You wished you could. You wished you did have some way to 'let him know'. you sulked in the back room for the rest of the day.  === "Where's my cake?" "It's been two weeks, I gave it to the shop next door." You scolded, putting the silvers from the last customer into your box. "It was going bad." You reasoned when he pouted at you. "Well was it good at least?" He pulled a blue and brown leather clad book from a shelf, observing it.  "I dont know, I didn't try it." You admitted, stepping back from the wall to see your newest decoration. A nice wooden clock that you had repaired.  He looked at you with an appalled expression.  "Despite you not making good on our deal, I made good on mine. Your bell, as requested." He presented the small bronze bell with a hook to you. You grinned, taking it from him and testing it. He watched your eyes light up at the sound. It wasn't just a bell. It was a chime. It rang out different sounds from each angle it hit. "Cass-" He stopped you, ready for your protests.  "You cant make me return it. I threw the box in the Sidra and they wont take it back without it." He was smug about it. And he didn't feel bad about making you take the gift either. His hope soared when you gave him a glare, but dinged the bell again.  "Well... you need to install it." You nodded to the empty hook above the door. He smiled wildly and got to work. If he was honest with himself, any reason to be around you more was welcome. Even if it was as simple as replacing a bell. Hell if he could read a book to you that'd be a dream for him.  He was addicted. He had to admit it to himself. But he didn't have the willpower to quit you. It was a strange feeling. He normally had resentment ever visiting Illyria, but lately it had been nothing but joy at the prospect seeing you. You went to the back room, weaving around stacks upon stacks of books. There had been more incoming lately, due to a temple in Summer court being destroyed. The books salvageable were sent all over Prythian, and somehow most ended up with you. The bell chimed, loud and musical. It would take a few weeks to get used to it. It filled you with a joy that sparked. "That sounds great!" You called, bringing over a book that you had set aside for him. It was one of the older ones in the collection, and one of the worst smelling. You wanted to show him in part just to see his reaction to the smell. It had been at the bottom of one of the stacks that had gotten knocked over when the window was broken. "The Ancient ones? Are you making an age joke at me?" He gave you a mock glare, but flicked open the book. You closed it sharply, giving him a look he didn't understand.  "If I was it would be an insult to myself as well. It's the only book I could find that even mentioned what you're after." You flicked the small bookmark you had indicated the page with. Your eyes locked on to his, marveling for a second at the deep hazel there. "You should look at it, later." Your eyes darted behind him where someone approached your door. Your heart dropped. Behind the woman stood a group of Illyrians across the way, pointing at the shop and making large gestures. "I'll be seeing you." You dismissed Cassian, holding open the door for the familiar old woman with shriveled wings. She gave him a nod and kicked her small slippers off with ease. The males across the way turned back into their own conversation when Cassian appeared at the doorway. His eyebrows knit together at your rushing him, but he saw himself out. The bell dinged behind him when he left. The coldness of the wind did nothing to ease the worry he felt for your reaction. Did you not want to be seen with him? Was he supposed to be keeping your meetings a secret? He glanced back to the large storefront window, where you showed the female a section of novels on the far wall. You didn't glance back.  The market bustled with life, several vendors calling out deals and different items they offered. A group of loud males spat at the snow slicked ground as he passed. He ignored the rumble of rage in his stomach, continuing on to the edge of a cliffpoint off the back of a shop.  He took off with a yearning deep inside the pit of his stomach.

[madamhatter]

rebellicnstar inquired:✵ Ibara and Sophie ( just imagine the Christmas Battle ) Send me a ✵ + a ship and i’ll tell you who does what at christmas! | accepting !| @rebellicnstar​

Who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? Sophie swears from her memory that she had NEVER poorly wrapped up her decorations. After the designated and sole decorator for her family for over eight years, the hatter is beyond stumped while untangling her lights. Biting her tongue, almost making herself bleed, the woman would find herself ruining her entire day’s schedule with trying to get through the lights. In a fit of fury, the woman tosses aside the lights and forces herself to rush to catch up with other appointments she needs to deal with that day. As it turns out, it seems that a snake might’ve made its home in those lights and might’ve messed them up. Who accidentally eats a whole box of Christmas chocolates in one sitting? Neither the snake and the mouse have a taste for sweets; it’ll make her stomach hurt and it’ll ruin his detailed dieting plans. I could see Ibara, however, switching out a full box of chocolates for an empty box since Sophie would take a chocolate piece, as per the customs of etiquette to at least try what’s gifted. He’ll be insistent that Sophie had finished it while not looking, prompting the dazed look he would ever receive from her, but she wouldn’t fall for it.  Who insists on watching the cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies? Sophie only recalls 'Hallmark Channel’ but never any of its movies. The channel was rebranded for a long while now. Her exposure to Hallmark Christmas movies are fairly limited, but it seems her sisters have found a way of watching these movies in a not-so-legal way. I believe Ibara would be in the same category of not knowing what the channel is, or even what a Hallmark movie entails. I believe there’ll be a point, however, that Sophie is trying to get into the spirit of things and mimics her sisters, offering a movie for Ibara. Let us just say it doesn’t go as planned. Who insists on playing nothing but Michael Buble in the few days running up to Christmas? In the spirits of festivity and glee, both Ibara and Sophie are swamped with their own responsibilities and deadlines for the end of the year. Sophie would happen to take the only time they get along well, working, -- be it where they’re either stuck in his office, her office, or a conveniently private location -- would begin playing Christmas songs. Ibara would look up, puzzled, sporting surprise at the heiress’s choice in music -- particularly cheesy and romantic. Sophie’s humming along, even quietly singing and Ibara is partial to join in, but he prefers listening to her when she isn't using her silver tongue against him.  Who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping? Ibara may not even have the time to wrap gifts due to his busy schedule. He’s already damn good at hiding his intentions, motivations, and emotions (or what little he understands of them). He’ll have a proper time having someone else wrap the gifts for him. Meanwhile, Sophie would wrap her own presents at her house and take extra precautions to hide electronics as who knows if Ibara is up to his twisted ways. Who insists on making snow angels? If Sophie could have a chance to do something she couldn’t do as a child anymore, why not? She’ll gesture to the flat patch of snow on the ground while accompanying Ibara as they’re talking/debating another one of their odd topics. Ibara is most definitely confused by the gesture before she has to spell it out for him. 

Who put Christmas outfits on all the pets? Oh, that is Ibara’s territory. It’s more of a surprise that they now have a pet, no less, that the pet happens to be the fluffiest cat he could find. He had some help from members of Eden finding the best feline to impress his ‘dear,’ who is in the meanwhile, stunted with fear over the whiskered terror.  Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? I believe there would be two ways as to how this would work: A) Ibara already self-imposed himself with a lie of being Sophie’s ‘boyfriend’ and will end up being invited by Sophie’s sisters to their house -OR- B) both of them spend the 24th to celebrate Christmas in their own ways but spend a quiet day in on the 25th. It would be Sophie taking the initiative and asking what the idol would prefer to do. Most likely than not, they would spend the 25th working, but she will put downtime in her schedule and would try to strongarm him into an agreement that they shouldn’t do anything then. Surprisingly, it’s during those quiet days that they’re kinder to another.

Who insists on wearing matching ugly Christmas jumpers? Ms. Hatter already has an ugly Christmas sweater ready for Ibara. I would say he would play into wearing the sweater and proudly boast it to others. He’s here to win it and embarrass the hell out of her, so he will wear the hell out of it! However, getting matching ugly Christmas jumpers wasn’t Sophie’s original plan, but she would be definitely one of her own designs. The lines of Ibara’s sweater from the inside have hidden snakes. Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? Never one to sleep, Sophie Hatter would deliver her gift to Ibara at midnight since she’s already walking around, unable to fall asleep. It’ll be most likely that she leaves his gift at this mailbox as she goes to drop off the gifts for everyone else. Ibara, on the other hand, is sure to hand the present to her in person, if he does see her on Christmas (or days before). Who insists on hand-made presents only one year? Ibara! That one handmade gift was just a recording of him singing. But, he’ll never do that again since he realized how much profit it could bring if Eden did sing Christmas songs. Sophie, however, is always making handmade gifts. Who puts mistletoe on every door frame? Physical affection? With these two? Sophie would be quick to take down mistletoes at her store AND at her abode if anyone dared put them up. I believe Ibara considers hanging them up until he realizes that if he gets caught with one by Sophie, tradition would fall onto them...And y’know, he wouldn’t want that.  Who gets too drunk at the work Christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? Sophie Hatter is a messy drinker when she’s forced to participate in joint-corporate events. She has subjected herself to cope with the pent up anxiety by drinking “socially,” especially if there are party-goers there that treated her strangely when she was young. By all means, Ibara would have to take her home because, surprise, they’re at the same event! Ibara would do the smart thing in taking her home, if not, guiding her to take a taxi back home since business is business. Who gets angry and almost tells kids that Santa isn't real? I feel like neither of them would get angry. However, Ibara may even threaten to do it and Sophie isn’t at ALL for it. She will block him from talking to any children if they’re rather young if he has some intent to ruin a child’s day. Mama bear Sophie is very real.

[voidselfshipp]

A Match Made In...Hell?

Tw mentions of alcohol.

Ok to rb

Hellboy knew a New coworker would come in today, however he wasnt expecting her to come in cussing.

As Hellboy, dr Krauss and abe waited in the entrance of the underground base they heard a female voice shouting what seemed to be insults in spanish in a very bad mood.

--nadie hace las cosas bien acá!--(nobody does the things right here!) She said as the platform lowered--que gente inoperante loco!-- ( these people are useless!).

Her boots slammed against the floor as she strutted to dr.krauss

The demon took a better look at her,she was wearing a red feathery coat,weapon Holsters around her hips, combat boots and pants, and a turtle neck all in black with leather fingerless gloves that wrap her hands around her hips,impatiently.

"Flamboyant much?"the demon thought as he saw the coat she was wearing feeling the familiar demonic energy coming off of it,how did she get that?

--One hell of a gall if ya ask me--hellboy says as he looks at her, abe just sighs.

--maybe shes just having a bad day let her be ,red...

--one hell of a bad day apparently

The New girl looks at Hellboy and he freezes.

"Those...eyes" he thinks.

Two green eyes met his yellow ones,her gaze was intimidating--i can hear ya you know?--her face softens seeming less intimidating.

--my apologies for zhe inconvinience miss gomez--krauss said-- agent Hellboy, agent Abraham, I present jou to miss jerico "draco" gomez, shes specialized in mythological creatures specifically dragons

--dragons are mostly extinct if not completly erased off the face of the earth--the demon added.

--Not yet -- jerico said,her hands turn into clawy hands, reptile Like features in her face, she turns to Hellboy whose taken back at the sharp fangs that smile at him with a vipery tongue sticking out of them.

--Yes vell, miss jerico comes from our south american division,id advice you to make her feel at home,must be hard to be so far away from home,anyway miss jerico you May leave now and take some days off

Jerico nodded and waved the men goodbye, winking at krauss.

The misty ghost turns into Pink smoke as she leaves.

--Is he....blushing???--Hellboy asked.

--Are you?-- abe asked--your cheeks are a bit more Darker now

The demon looked away hitting his Friends leg with his tail--shut up Abe.

Meanwhile jerico plummeted to the bed, screaming into the pillow.

A meowing makes her raise her head, two cats lay besides her, she caresses them and smiles.

--yeah im alright,this whole thing is too much you know?--She said petting her white cat who mews looking at the boxes.--yeah I should start unpacking shouldnt I?-- she sighs and stands up.

The unpacking and fixing of her room took almost all night, there was a box missing,a very important one,she looked everywhere.

Its almost midnight when a knock on her door catches her attention.

--quien será a esta hora?--(who could be at this hour?) She asked to nobody but herself,she opens the door to be met with no one,but a box on the floor.

Could it be?

She looks around and sighs, carrying it inside closing the door with her foot,leaving the box on the bed and opening it up.

She gasps softly at the contents, she thought they lost them in the moving.

Old pictures of her two families, wooden boxes,full of old gifts and letters,old "good luck" Charms.

At the end of it its just a note "I found them while emptying out the truck, figured this would been yours.

--red".

Jeri smiled and put the old memorablia in the empty shelves, a feeling of relief washes over her.

She already misses them.

Finally the unpacking was done and she went to sleep, not being sure if she was ready for this.

Its very early morning when Jers alarm go off,she groans turning it off.

She grabs her clothes and towels walking towards the showers as her cats follow close feeling like a zombie.

--que frío que hace la puta madre-- (ita so fucking cold)the place was empty,she dragged her feet sluggishly across the shiny floor reaching the showers.

Her eyes Open wide as Hellboy stands there topless drinking cheap bear.

--Ah morning--he said non chalantly looking at her, his eyes moving up and down for one second,she seemed off, there was something off with her.

--mornin-- she quickly walks towards the showers avoiding eye contact, as her cheeks turn bright red.

--...okay ...weird-- red mutters under his breath throwing the towel over his shoulder.

However a voice stops him from leaving, turning his face towards the source, the endless halls of showers, amazed and confused he walks towards the Pillar separating the mens from the womens showers.

--Now you say youre lonely

You cried the whole night thorough.

Well,you can cry me a River...cry me a River

I cried a River over you...-- he softly smiles to himself sitting down on the floor drinking from his bear tapping his tail at the rythm-- now you say youre sorry--jerico sang-- for bein so untrue...

Well you can cry me a River..

Cry me a River

I cried a River over you..--

Without noticing he sat there for a whole half hour listening to her.

He suddenly heard the steps towards him and hid behind the pillar inside a shower in the mens section.

Hearing her stop and the sound of a locker being unlocked he sighed,opening his eyes to be met by jericos.

She was clothed thankfully but she was dangerously close,his cheeks darken red as he stutters nonsense trying to not look like a creep.

Yet...Hellboy couldnt help but look at her a bit more closely,she had a black earring in the shape of a circle in only one ear.

Chapped baby Pink lips, that looked oh so kissable, bags under her eyes and slightly traces of acne.

--were you spying on me?--She asked.

--n no

--Then why are you hanging around the showers so much?

--What a Man cant just....--hes going to defend himself but nothing coherent comes out.

She rolls her eyes leaving him alone walking towards the cafeteria.

The demon lets out a huge sigh,sitting on the floor of the shower.

His cheeks burn hot, his tail cant stand still.

What a fucking way to start your day.