#I would love being able to just haunt all day but nooo I have to work

[iamlostandinneedofcoffee]

Crazy theory that I am 99.9% sure isn’t true but wouldn’t it be crazy if Dora was Pandora in Hades 2???

And that’s why she is more coherent than other most other Shades???

[propertyofwhitney67]

Read the ghost PC and the LI's finding dead PC's body posts and I love angst but nooo my poor Sydney 😭 but that got me really thing about this. What would happen if they ended up being haunted but instead of PC hating them they still love them deeply no feeling change or grudges and tells them they still love them as much as before. But the PC can only physically show up on the blood moon but can talk and interact a little during the day but not for long do a lot like the ivory wraith but won't force the love interests to do anything. So the PC is trying to help the LI's get out of their depression or for like Sydney break them out of the asylum and try to get them somewhat mentally stable.

Bonus note: Since PC is a lot like the ivory wraith and on the blood they are somewhat physically corporal idk why but I feel like maybe the PC also would get horny during this time who would take the chance and fuck the ghost lol?

ghost and body asks

hmm this is interesting...I didn't have pc mad at them in the mentioned ask but I do like this. I'd say they're all the same except they can actually interact with PC.

Whitney can finally hold you. He can brush against your bruises and wounds, telling you just how sorry he is. Please don't let him go. This doesn't really change anything but it does bring him some comfort every month. (would take the chance)

Kylar thinks you're somehow back, maybe it's something like with his parents. You're back but different. He loses it all over again when the sun comes up and he can't touch you anymore. (would take the chance)

Robin is terrified when he can actually feel your cold hands on his face. You're dead but he can feel you, he can touch you... This doesn't change all the much for him, he's so happy to be able to touch you but it doesn't change what happened. (wouldn't take the chance)

P!Sydney just thinks he's having another episode and tries to ignore you, even pushing you away. He doesn't want to get in trouble and end up in Harper's office more than he has to. It takes a while to get him to believe that this isn't just his head, it's actually you. He will fight against you trying to help him get out, it will only make things worse. (Might take the chance when he's all drugged up)

Alex once again just thinks he's hallucinating or even dreaming. This can't be real, you're dead, he saw you die. Why can he feel your touch? He tells you just how much he misses you, not caring if you're a hallucination or not. This changes some things for him but he's still a fucking mess. (would take the chance)

Avery gets the fright of his life when you snatch the whiskey from his hands. He screams and jumps up off the couch, "No!" He refuses to believe that you are able to do this. He must be dreaming. This doesn't change anything for him. (wouldn't take the chance)

Eden is in shock, why can you touch him? This shouldn't be possible. He's honestly scared to touch you, afraid he'll somehow hurt you more despite you already being dead. It takes a while for him to come to terms with this, it doesn't change anything for him though. He still isolates himself more than before and refuses to go into town. (might take the chance)

[thefanficmonster]

One Can Never Escape Destiny

Shan-Yu x Empress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Murder scene (non-graphic)

Genre: Angst, Romance (one-sided)

Summary: After fulfilling his plan of taking over China Shan-Yu and his army have made it to the palace of Empress Y/L/N Y/N. However, one obstacle the warrior still fails to overcome is swaying the Empress herself, getting in her good graces. Unable to kill her, he is left to do all he can to have her spare him as much as a civil word.

Requested by Anon. Hi lovely! Thank you so much for such and amazing and so different request from what I’m used to. This is my first time writing for a Disney character, a villain even, so I hope to have fulfilled your expectations even with it being so late in posting. Please enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

She refuses to eat or see the light of day. She’s been hidden away in a single room of the palace ever since China fell. She attempted to fight and gave her all when her eyes met his poisonous ones and her sword’s blade collided with his. The fight was a difficult one, he had to admit. She would’ve won had she not had a heart of gold. Putting her right-hand man’s under the sharp dagger in his merciless hand left her no choice. She loved that man, he could see it in her eyes. And he wasn’t going to kill the pathetic excuse for a member of the Empress’ council, but seeing that look of devotion and adoration in her gaze when her eyes met with his drove him in a fit of absolute rage. He couldn’t restrain himself and let the blade slide across the man’s neck only after the Empress had surrendered.

“NOOO!“ She had shrieked in terror and sorrow, all her pain audible in her cry that echoed all throughout the palace, piercing the monstrous warrior’s ears. He couldn’t bare to see her so distraught, over another man on top of all, so her ordered his men to take her to one of the chambers and leave her to collect herself. She still had fight left in her though. She escaped from his men’s grasps and overpowered them both until a third one knocked her out cold with the handle of his dagger. A choice of action that landed him the second dead body to be thrown out of the palace that night.

He specifically instructed the man taking Y/N to her chamber to be gentle and caring with her and to leave the door unlocked, maybe even open a crack. He didn’t want her to feel trapped in her own home. 

He sat by one of the windows all through the late dark hours of the night and even met the sunrise at dawn. He contemplated so many things, scolded himself even. He had become the ruler of China and yet he had never felt so low and defeated. He even let his mind wander to the option of killing the Empress for his own peace of mind but he knew he wouldn’t be able to the second he realized he wasn’t even able to picture himself doing it. The very though sickened him to his stomach and he was disgusted with himself to have ever allowed himself to think such a thought.

The main thing troubling him was the fact that he didn’t know where such admiration came from. He had never admired nor respected a woman before but he felt the need to bow before her instead of the other way around. He wanted to be her loyal servant, tending to her every need at the bat of her eyelashes. He could barely believe himself either way - killing her or adoring her, they were both thoughts bordering into insanity, he couldn’t tell which was worse. Of course he could, he just wanted to lie to himself. He knew he could never lay a hand on her.

Shan-Yu had fallen under the spell of the very Empress he was supposed to end in order to fulfill his evil plans.

He should want her dead while he’s prepared to kill whoever dares even wish her harm. Funny how destiny works. Or perhaps this is karma punishing him for his evil ways by putting one bump in the road right in front of him - one so easy to get rid of in theory, but he could never commit to it.

It has been four full days since that fateful night and he hasn’t heard nor seen her. He’s not willing to disturb her peace and earn himself an injury from the infuriated Empress but the hours of overthinking, contemplating and self-battling are weighing heavy on him. His men are beginning to notice, although they’d never say anything - they may be cruel, dumb fools but they respect their lives enough to not put them at a risk like that. Not even a risk, more like certain death. They all obeyed his orders of bringing the Empress food three times a day every day and they all witnessed the defeat and worry that washed over their leader’s face whenever they brought back the dishes untouched hours after they had delivered them. 

So, after a lot of self-convincing and doubting, Shan-Yu has bitten the bullet - he is walking the halls to the Empress Y/L/N Y/N’s chamber. He makes it to her door sooner than he’d like, his confidence is not fully built. His composure could easily be shaken. His words are scrambled and even if he could form coherent sentences, he knows they die in his throat.

‘Pull yourself together, you pathetic mutt‘ He scolds himself for the hundredth time in the past hour. Easier said than done, though. She’s a woman of incredible strength, power and character. She was respected by every individual in China, not a single soul looked down upon her. They had already hated him, but now that he has allegedly put their dear Empress in misery, he’d be dead along with his army if they weren’t so strongly feared.

Shan-Yu brings himself to knock on the chamber doors, his voice a faint echo through the massive hallway when he calls out, “Empress, may I enter?”

No answer, as he expected. He is half expecting to not even be there, to have escaped. He knows her better than that though.

Cautiously pushing the door open, he’s met with a dark room only lit by the moonlight seeping in through a small rectangular window directly opposite the door. He sees her silhouette in the windowsill. She’s sitting facing away from him, looking out of the window at the rooftops underneath the clear, starry night sky. She doesn’t bother to turn her head to acknowledge his presence, also as expected.

A small detail he notices sends shivers down his spine - there are metal bars on her window. Why?

“I was a rebellious child. I knew my destiny before even understanding what it meant. All I knew was that I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to be Empress. I wanted to be one of those brave souls who were prepared to leave to a front knowing they might not return.“ Her voice rings through the cold, dark space, bouncing off the walls in a haunting manner, enchanting him. “My father knew I would be more than capable of running away so I was frequently spending plenty of time here, locked up. As I am now.“

She is still facing away from him but he still shakes his head as though she could see him. “You are not locked here, Empress Y/N. The door is always open. This palace is still yours.”

“That you are right about.“ Y/N’s head turns finally and his heart drops.

She is pale, eyebags weighing heavy under her tired eyes. Her hair is covering her face but her pale complexion is more than visible even from behind her locks. She looks like she has been crying, not that she’s a woman who cries often. A tear of hers has the same value as a bar of gold.

She continues. “Chu Bao, the man you killed in front of my very eyes, was the only man I’ve ever loved and the only person who saw me as more than my title. I’m not just an Empress! Everyone forgets that!“

He feels hurt by her remark, “Y/N, I know. I know better than anyone. I have overtaken all of China and yet you are my greatest prize...”

She cuts him off, her shaky hands pushing her hair to the side so she can look directly at him, her crystal eyes meeting his menacing yellow ones with such intensity he feels it almost like a physical presence. “I am no prize, you monster! I’m a person who destiny played wrong! I given a role I have never been happy with. But I had to play it to maintain the honor of my family and of China as a whole. It taught me a valuable lesson: No matter the tries, one can never escape destiny. So...” she trails off, her eyes losing their feisty glow as she turns back to the window, “I embraced it and became one with my land, this palace, my title. And I will stay one with them till my death. Now, leave! And don’t bring me food anymore. Don’t check on me. I want it all to end the way it started - in this palace, in this chamber. I want to go out with the last bit of dignity I have. If nothing, I will die without ever bowing to you. I may have surrendered, but consider this me prolonging the fight.” He hears her scoff, a humorless chuckle, “The moment I die will be the moment I win.”

Shan-Yu has never been a man to live to face defeat. He always defeats the defeat, stands up taller than ever whenever he’s been brought down. Now is different, however. His defeat is inevitable. It hasn’t even happened yet, but he knows the battle’s lost. His hands are tied. He would never disobey a wish of Y/N’s nor could he live with her slowly dying. He cannot keep her alive against her will, and he can’t end it all quickly for her either.

She has already won, but she’s not aware.

Empress Y/L/N Y/N has defeated the monstrous, villainous conqueror Shan-Yu twice in her life: once when she had him fall in love with her and again when she chose to put an end to her life, leaving him powerless.

All he can do now is accept his defeat and allow for Y/N to become nothing but a battle scar on his heart.

[twinkleallnight]

A Twisted Tale

Chapter 1

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 1787

Characters: Liam, Leo, Riley.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: None.

A/N: An AU of The Royal Romance paving its way through mixed emotions of wants, needs and desires, of revenge and regrets, of trust, faith and hope.

A joint venture brought to you with love by @annekebbphotography and @twinkleallnight .

Liam’s POV

It is one of those days again. I have to attend a UN function and I am not looking forward to it. There’s more than one reason, one is that none of my friends have joined me for this function, and the other reason is that the girl I am pinning for doesn’t want anything to do with me. How in the world will I win her over? I have tried everything, but I am almost sure she sees me as my father.

I look myself over in the floor length mirror, I look the same as always, the regal king. Did I want to be king? No, but when my father died unexpectedly and my brother took off, I had no choice but to take over. That is when things changed for me and now, I am fighting an inner battle with myself.

After a short drive, I walk into the hotel where the UN function was being held. Like always everything is posh and regal. What I wouldn’t give for something to be a little different. I scan the room and my eyes land on a petite brunette. She has a pink floor length dress on, it hugs her curves perfectly. My feet follow their own path as they walk over to her. She isn’t like everyone else, she’s open and her smile is divine.

I freeze as my heart stops when she laughs. Why am I feeling like this when I am in love with someone else? Maybe it’s just because I am feeling lonely.

She turns around and locks eyes with me and I swear I feel my heart skip a beat. She’s got the most dazzling blue eyes, but it doesn’t compare to the eyes that haunt my dreams. What I wouldn’t give to be with my love right now.

“Hi, I’m Riley Brooks.” She holds her hand out to me to shake. I take her small hand in mine and smile at her.

“Liam Rys.”

Her eyes go wide and she drops in a curtsy. Her cheeks have a faint pink tint to them.

“No formalities please. It’s just us.” I give her a reassuring smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She says relieved.

There was something about her that made me want to get to know her better, not romantically, but as friends. She makes me feel at ease.

A song comes up and I give her a wicked grin as she shakes her head from side to side. “Would you like to dance?” I hold my hand out to her as everyone else watches us.

“I would love to dance.” She says through gritted teeth and takes my hand. I lead her to the dance floor and pull her closer to me.

We move together perfectly, she leans in. “I am so going to get you for this.” She whispers, and for some reason that statement excites me.

“Do your worst.” I twirl her out and pull her back to me. She laughs as we move around the dance floor perfectly.

After the song ends, we walk off the dance floor and towards the bar.

“You are not what I expected. When they told me that a king was going to be here, I thought he was going to be old and uptight. I am happy it’s you though.” She glances at me to see my expression. All I could do was smile at her.

We order our drinks and take a seat at one of the tables. We talk about everything and anything.

I learned that she has a political degree and has applied for a PA position in Europe. I also learn that it is just her, no family and that she hopes to find that special someone one day. She is the fresh air that I need in my life.

I look at my watch and see that It’s almost time for me to meet Leo, but I don’t want to say goodbye to Riley just yet.

“What would you say if I offered you an PA position at the palace?” I ask without hesitation. I need a personal assistant and with what I see and heard, she will be perfect for the position.

“Are you being serious right now?” She basically jumps up and down in her seat.

“Yes… I want you to be my personal assistant. You will have to come back to Cordonia with me tomorrow.” I raise my brow and wait for her to explode with excitement.

“I would love to. Where should I meet you and what time?” Her eyes sparkle with excitement and I can’t help but get lost in them.

“Meet me at the airport at 8am. The flight leaves at 8:30. Please don’t be late.” I look at my watch again and know that I have to leave right now.

“I will be there.” She smiles as I get up.

“I have to go. I will see you tomorrow.” I lean down and kiss her cheek. It doesn’t feel the same as when I kiss HER. The one that has had my heart for so many years. I need to speak to Leo, he would be able to help me get my mind right.

I give Riley one more wave before I walk out of the room heading to where I have to meet Leo.

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I walk into a dimly lit bar and see my elder brother sitting at the bar. He looks happy and relaxed.

“Sorry, I’m late…” I apologise.

Leo smirks at me. “Your majesty!” He curtsies teasing me.

“Always the funny one. How have you been brother?”

I take a seat next to him as he pushes a glass of whiskey over to me. I need this so badly. I have two pairs of eyes haunting me right now.

“ Never felt better.” Maybe he is trying to express his new found freedom after abdication.

“Are you alright little brother? You seem delusional.”

I have as I take a sip of whiskey letting it burn my throat as it goes down.

He continues prodding. “Are the kingly affairs burdening you or the extra affection for the king from the fairer sex exhausting you?”

“I…. I’m confused….” Leo raises his brow at me motioning for me to continue talking. “I’m in love with someone but she hates me or should I say our family. Or that’s what I gathered. And then tonight I met a girl with the most dazzling blue eyes and the sweetest personality. But she’s just not Her….” Leo nods in understanding.

“Green versus blue or green versus brown.. maybe we Rhys men are always in a dilemma to choose.”

I know he is comparing my situation with his own. Referring to Madeleine’s green and Kate’s brown.

“It’s not for me choosing. I know who I want, she just doesn’t want me. To make it worse I am taking the girl I met, back to Cordonia with me.

“Woah! You mean you have your baklava in the freezer back at home and you are buying cronuts to take home?”

I spit the whiskey I had just taken a sip of, out and cough. “What…. No not at all. She will be my new assistant.”

Leo sits there unaffected just smiling at my state. “The assistant, like the billionaire’s assistant from the romantic books?” He nudges.

“Nooo, it will strictly be professional….” I get half a smile as I take a small sip again. “And maybe a bit to make someone jealous.” I know I am all confident with Leo,but let’s face it I will never do anything more than just attend functions with her.

“All work and no play makes the king a dull boy”. Leo tries to push in his playboy streak.

“I will have you known that I am not dull at all. I have my fun.” I say a matter of a fact.

Leo’s eyes widen to take in the new image of his younger brother displayed in front of him.

“Close your mouth big brother, you will catch a fly.” It’s my turn to tease.

Leo’s open mouth turns into a wide grin. “I will make sure to follow ‘The Trend’ to read about your adventures. Make the Rhys blood proud, baby brother!” He raises his glass in a toast. “So what advice are you looking for Li?”

I consider him for a moment. What did I want from him?

“How do I make Her fall in love with me? How do I make her see I am more than just a Rhys.”

“You have been drooling over that girl since you grew balls. Had it been me, by now I would have given her the magic of my physical therapy. That always works for me.”

I wince at the imagination of my brother in action. Before Leo can give more varied ideas I raise my hand. “ I think that’s enough food for thought.”

Leo shrugs, “ As you wish. I would still say, be bold and try taking some risk. What fun life is without a bit of adrenaline rush?”

I nod and ask for the bill.

On that note, I bid Leo farewell and get back to my hotel to prepare for the journey back home.

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I wake up with a heavy headache the next morning. Why can’t I get the two ladies out of my head. It is like they are playing ping pong in my mind. ‘I need to get back home. I need to make Her see that I care about her. I need her to see that I am not like my father.’ I get ready with that thought.

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I have been waiting for Riley at the tarmac. She messaged that she was running late. I think of calling Her in the meantime. I heard the phone ringing and it dragged me into her thoughts.

She must be sitting at her tea table at this hour. Her slender manicured fingers playing at the rim of the cup making circles. Her pink lips touching the porcelain softly, sipping the hot beverage. The skin on her throat would be moving slowly, warming up as she would swallow her drink. I have imagined my fingers over her silk smooth neck, many times. Her sharp voice pulls me back from my day dream. “Hello” At the same time when Riley calls, “Hey Liam. Sorry I got late.”

I signal Riley to hold on for a minute.

“Good evening to you, Olivia .”

Olivia snaps, “You are with someone? And calling me?” She abruptly hangs up with that.

My head is hung low. Riley looks at me questioning.

All I can utter is, “Bad timing!”

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[secretive3amramenmaker]

My Opinions On Jujutsu Kaisen That Literally Nobody Asked For

I finished binging the Jujutsu Kaisen manga in 48 hours. I am having some expresso, because I’m depresso.

Here’s a Sad Stitch to show you how I feel.

(And of course, warnings for discussion/ranting/kinda meta on the Jujutsu Kaisen manga below the cut, so please read at your own discretion!)

Sukuna is truly a Bastard™, along with Mahito. 

I just- *cries in Shibuya Arc aka PAIN*

*Pulls out megaphone* Nanamin. 

That’s all folks. Thanks for reading, have a nice day!

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Ugh, NANAMIN 👏 WHAT 👏 A 👏 MAN 😭 😭 😭 😭 I became a certified Nanami stan once I saw the tired business man aesthetic (plus, his words about how work is shit? Truer words have never been spoken), and his little speech about adults and responsibility, how children no matter their circumstances are still children, and should be given the opportunity to act as such. Because, YES, FINALLY, A RESPONSIBLE ADULT WITH THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL aka the voice of Kenjiro Tsuda

Anyways, I love how the Jujutsu Kaisen manga shows that adults can handle things, and that is A-OKAY!!! If Jujutsu Tech follows the Japanese school system, Yuji is a first year in high school, so he’s probably 15 or 16 years old, way too early to go through Shibuya level of trauma (though, I think anybody is too young to have to go through what happened to Yuji in Shibuya). 

Children should have the privilege to be children. That doesn’t mean coddling, it means that children should have plenty of time to experience new things, enjoy being a child, and I’m so happy Nanami says this! 

In conclusion, Nanami deserves happiness and a vacation to Kuantan 🥺

YOSHINO JUNPEI!!! He and his mom deserve happiness, they’re both precious beans. I didn’t even realize Junpei was dead until 5+ chapters later. But it was too late, for I had already gotten attached!!! *cue curse worthy screeching* 

I was so excited for Junpei to join Jujutsu Tech, too! I had this whole headcanon of Junpei being HAPPY again, talking about movies with Yuji, interacting with the other first years, him seeing Panda for the first time!!! The thing was, back then, it wasn’t headcanon! I thought it was going to be facts, until Gege said ‘lol, you thought, peasant’, before spitting on any hope of mine for a happy Junpei.

(On a completely different tangent, I would be SO psyched if I got to meet a talking panda, we could act out all of “Kung Fu Panda” together, especially the chopstick scene, and maybe we could go to a zoo, just to mess with the zookeepers about a honest to god PANDA walking on its hind legs around the zoo)

‘If Junpei had lived’ is a phrase I think about a lot, and I think that is why the “Young Fish and Reverse Punishment” arc  was so crucial to the story and yet so tragic. 

Junpei has so much potential to be happy, and then he didn’t get the happiness he deserves. It really sets the tone, the high stakes to the whole manga, for we see the amount of damage a curse inflicts on somebody who could be in a situation like Junpei. 

As the readers, we understand the reasoning behind Junpei’s ideology, sympathizing with him as we see what horrible torment he has to go through. That very first scene of this arc, where the bullies made him eat the cockroach and BURNED HIM WITH A LIT CIGARETTE, and the teacher who saw all of this happening, JUST TURNS AWAY!!! It was haunting. But finally, finally, we get a light at the tunnel for Junpei in the form of our lord and saviour, the cinnamon roll of cinnamon rolls, Itadori Yuji. HERE is a person who is able to connect with Junpei, who wouldn’t dismiss how Junpei’s circumstances or feelings. and then Junpei dies.

(look at this cute face, how could you Mahito?!)

Also, the symbolism in the opening? The Junpei fish ENLARGING??? HNKDJSFLJDSF JUNPEI NOOO-

Also ALSO (sorry this is the last ‘also’), did we ever learn if Junpei was a sorcerer, or was he a window that possessed enough talent to summon a shikigami? I at first thought Junpei was a window, since he was able to see Mahito, and was hoping that we’d get a more detailed explanation of what windows actually do. (Do they just wander around Tokyo, or wherever they live, and act all ‘La Dee Da, just living my regular, normal life, oOOHHH is that a special grade? Tell that to the sorcerers, maybe I’ll get a bonus!’ Is their life basically a demented version of Pokemon Go? I have so many questions-)

All the villains were well written, and had super cool character designs. My top three villains other than Sukuna, my top three villains are Geto, and Mahito.

Geto’s backstory in the Hidden Inventory arc was so incredibly written, I especially liked the way Gege wrote how Getou’s righteous ideals gradually deteriorating throughout the Hidden Inventory arc as he realizes the depth of the curses of humanity, the dark hatred the “weak” hold towards things they have no understanding of. (i.e. Riko’s death by the Star Religious Group, Haibara’s death, and finally the villagers ignorant treatment and abuse towards Geto’s twins, Mimiko and Nanako, beating and imprisoning them for “causing” the deaths of the villagers) Geto’s chilling charisma and the reasoning behind his actions as a villain makes him a top tier villain in my eyes. 

As for Mahito, I love to hate him, and that why I think he is a great antagonist. I guess I’ve just been seeing a lot of villains that because of their tragic backstories, the readers or characters sympathize with them and rationalising their actions, turning the villain into a flaky antihero of lesser impact. It’s very refreshing to have a villain who is just pure evil. 

I think that Mahito fulfilled his purpose as an antagonist very well; his twisted ideals on the worth of human life foiling Itadori’s own ideals of giving others a “proper death”, the curse making Yuji continuously adapt both physically and mentally to defeat him. Physically, by learning new spells and techniques to defeat Mahito, such as the Black Flash (and possibly his own cursed technique! The weird “Past That Never Happened” in the fights with Choso and Todo), or mentally, by questioning his ideals, such as what exactly is a “proper death”, after Yuji had to kill the transfigured humans. 

(Ew look at this worm.)

Some Honorable Mentions of Good Villains IMO: Jogo, because I find his ideals of curses, who stem from the true emotions of hatred and fear, being superior yet suppressed by the emotionally faceted humans is definitely fascinating, and eerily reminds me of Geto’s hatred towards non sorcerers.  Dagon was pretty cute in his Cursed Womb stage, and I really liked Hanami because the eldritch environmentalist aesthetic is pretty coolio  👌 .

How do Inumaki children learn to speak if all the adults barely talk, only saying inane words like “salmon” and NOT ACTUALLY meaning “salmon, the fish” but an adult secret code for a definition that you might not even know?? Or do the adults just charmspeak the kids, like “SPEAK small child, and have full language comprehension, O tiny ball of pudge!” and boom! Babies talking in complete sentences, maybe understanding weird adult customs. Will the child know when then adult actually mean salmon, the fish, and not the code word salmon?

Let’s assume that Inumaki clan children from learning to speak to four or six years old will be able to speak normally until the clan technique sets in (because that’s when the jjk wiki says cursed techniques kick in). How do you explain to a toddler: “Hey sweetie, happy birthday, have a present! Oh, by the way, those cool tattoos of yours mean that you can’t talk normally to anybody anymore, EVER. Only using these specific words as code to mean these specific meanings, restricting any chance of normal interactions with non-sorcerers if by some inane chance you DON’T want to become a child soldier jujutsu sorcerer. Welp, guess you have to become a jujutsu sorcerer now! Make sure to restrict your choice of words, you could kill somebody! Have fun playing with your Legos honey, welcome to adult life.” Like, EXCUSE ME? 

You can’t tell mw a four year old is expected to understand that (or didn’t kill somebody by accident via cursed speech. That MUST have happened at least once). 

This is all an elaborate way of saying please give us Inumaki backstory, I’m very curious.

Anyways, thank you for reading my post, and I hope you have a nice day!

[tuiccim]

Santi (Part 9)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2589

Warnings: Angst, language, fluff, a little smut.

Trigger warning: PTSD, Mental Health

Summary: The aftermath of the Caruso Op.

Santi Masterlist

Day 103

A gun held to your head. You see Bucky’s face as Vincent pulls the trigger...

“NOOO!” You scream as you come awake. Bucky is immediately awake and holds you. 

“I’m here, Love. I’m here. You’re okay.” Bucky tells you as you hyperventilate. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

Your heart is beating out of control as the panic attack holds you in its grip. Your emotions are out of control. You can’t calm yourself. You can’t keep the leash on your ability. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control. 

Bucky holds onto your face forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Santi, listen to my voice. Come back to me. I feel you. I feel what you're feeling and I know how scared you are right now. I’m here. Come back to me, Love. Santi, listen to my voice. Breathe. Breathe with me.”

Staring into his eyes you try to breathe with him. The terror slowly subsides and you are able to get a hold of your ability to rein everything in. Then you turn into Bucky sobbing yet again. 

Day 109

A week had passed and everyday was the same. You woke in terror, spent the day just trying to keep it together while everyone treated you with kid gloves, and then had sex with Bucky until you were absolutely exhausted and could sleep. That is, until the terror woke you once again. You couldn’t keep doing this. You knew it. It wasn’t fair to the team. Most of all, it wasn’t fair to Bucky. He comforted you each morning, checked on you throughout the day, and let you use him to exhaustion each night. You couldn’t keep yourself together.

Today, Bucky found you curled on the floor of the shower. The water had long turned cold. You were shivering and sobbing. He picked you up from the floor, wrapped you in a towel, and took you to the bed. 

“Santi, you’re freezing.” Bucky says as he rubs the towel up and down your arms and legs trying to restore warmth. 

You came out of the haze you were in and looked at him, eyes still glassy. “I’m sorry.” 

As Bucky fussed over you, you realized it was time to get help. You couldn’t do this to him anymore. 

That afternoon while Bucky was at a meeting you packed all of his things that were in your room into a box. When he came back, you were sitting on the bed with the box in front of you. 

“Hey Doll. What’s that?” Bucky looks at you confused. 

You take a deep breath, “Your things. I need you to move back to your room.”

“Santi, I…” Bucky begins but you hold up a hand to stop him. 

“You… you are haunted enough. You don’t need my nightmares and emotions, too. I can’t control it right now. I just need to be alone for a while.” You can’t look at him. You know you’ll break down if you do. 

“No. I won’t leave you alone with this. I can handle it.” Bucky says earnestly.

“You shouldn’t have to!” You shout. 

He grabs you, hauls you up against him, and forces you to look at him. “That’s what you do for the people you love. I love you. I want to be here for you. I will be here for you.”

“You will. Just from your room. I can’t…” Your voice breaks, “I can’t do this to you anymore.”

“I won’t leave you. I love you, Santi.” Bucky holds you steady. 

You lift your hands to his face and gently kiss his lips. “I love you, too. But I’m not in my right mind right now. I need some alone time to work on this.”

“We can get help. Do this together.” Bucky says again. 

“I am getting help.” You try to pull away but Bucky holds on to you. “Please let go, Bucky.” Reluctantly, Bucky lets go of you and you walk around the bed. You pick up the small bag you had packed for yourself. “I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Where are you going?” Bucky says in a panic.

“Dr. Miles set me up to get the help I need.” You walk to him and set down the bag. Raising your hands to his face, you say, “I love you. I love you more than anything.” You kiss him. “I’ll be back in a few days, okay?” You have tears in your eyes as you look at him. 

“I love you, too.” He’s breathing hard as if to stop himself from sobbing. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

“You can’t forgo every mission, Bucky.” you smile sadly at him. “But try to get some rest while I’m gone. I’ve exhausted you, too.”

“At least tell me where you are going.” Bucky says quietly. 

“A SHIELD facility where I can get the therapy I need. I’ve been there before after a mission went bad. It will help and I’ll be back in a few days. I have to know when to ask for help, Bucky.” 

“I understand. Do you know how brave you are? How strong? How amazing?” The tenderness in his voice caresses you. 

“I thought the same thing about you the day you asked for help with your nightmares.”

You share a passionate, loving kiss. As you slowly pull away, you look into his eyes. “I love you more than anything.” 

Before you can change your mind, you pick up your bag and walk out the door. 

His voice follows you from behind, “I love you more than anything, too, Doll.”

Day 112

“Hey Doc. “ You say as you enter the office for therapy. 

“Hello, Santi. How are you feeling?” Dr. Raines asks. She was here the last time you had been in the facility and you felt comfortable with her. 

“I’m doing okay.” 

“How did you sleep?”

“Better.” You smile. 

“Did you have the nightmare again?” 

“Yeah. But I was able to rein everything in. It didn’t get out of control this time. No panic attack.”

“That’s good. That’s huge.”

You nod. “I feel like being Eve did even more damage this time and I was only her for a week. Last time was 19 months.”

“Well, this time you lost control of the situation. You were assaulted, tortured, and nearly killed.”

“And the man I love watched me take a bullet to the head.” 

“That is the part that bothers you the most. You mention it everyday.”

“He’s been through so much and I put him through more.” You say. Dr. Raines just looks at you with her level gaze until you break the silence, “I know. Part of the job. Being an Avenger.” You pause for a second deep in thought. “Which we both chose.” Your eyes flicker up to Dr. Raines and a small smirk forms on your face. She never gives the answer but always seems to lead you there. “Which we both chose.” You repeat. 

“Why did you become an Avenger?” Dr. Raines leads you on and you feel the pieces coming together. The peace that had shattered at your loss of control was coming back together.You had lost a battle and won a war. 

Day 115

As soon as you stepped in the elevator at the tower you asked, “FRIDAY, where’s Bucky?”

“Sergeant Barnes is in the training room.” FRIDAY responds. 

“Take me there.” You say. 

As soon as you walk in you see Steve and Bucky sparring in the ring. You watch for a few seconds. God, you had missed him. Neither had paid any mind to your entrance. Bucky’s back was to you so you called out, “On your six!” You are grinning ear to ear.

Within seconds, Bucky had turned and vaulted over the ropes. You were hauled into his arms and nearly crushed by his hug. He pulled back to look at your face, putting his hand to your cheek. “You’re back.”

“Told ya I would be. Still love me?” You smile coyly at him. 

“More than anything.” His lips crash into yours. 

After a moment he pulls back when Steve clears his throat. “Welcome back, Santi.”

“Thanks, Steve. Woah!” You screech as Bucky picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. “Uh, see ya later, Steve.” You laugh as the caveman that has apparently replaced your boyfriend takes quick strides to the doors. 

“Bucky, training isn’t over.” Steve says with a smirk. 

“Yes, it is!” Bucky replies. He kicks the doors open and heads straight to the elevator. 

“Okay, Bucky, put me down.” You laugh. 

“Nope.” He slaps your rear as the elevator gets to your bedroom floor. Kicking his door closed behind him, he doesn’t release you until he throws you on his bed. 

You are giggling uncontrollably at this antic. “You turned into a caveman while I was gone?” 

He settles on top of you gently. “An absolute madman. Ask anyone.” He whispers. Gooseflesh raises on your skin at his words and intense gaze. “I missed you so much.” He presses his forehead to yours. “How are you?”

“Better. Much better. Except for how much I missed you.”

“How much did you miss me?”

“So very much. Enough that I don’t mind that you are covered in sweat.” You laugh but it’s cut short by his lips claiming yours. Your tongues dance. Hands explore, reacquainting themselves with familiar territory. When your hands find the waistband of his sweatpants, all reserve disintegrates. You ruck his sweatpants down as he pulls your skirt up and rips your panties open. The moment he enters, the moment you feel the stretch of him within, its home. You take no preamble. Bucky sets a fast pace and you wrap your legs around him welcoming each thrust. He melds his mouth to yours and his cool metal hand swirls around your clit as he pumps into you. In minutes you both moan your release. 

Once your breathing has slowed, Bucky stands you up, strips both of you of your clothes, and pulls you into the shower with him. You wash each other's hair, explore each other's bodies slowly, and make love against the shower wall as the hot water streams over you. 

After a third round, you lay wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Home again and feeling whole. 

“Thank you.” you say looking at Bucky. 

“You’re welcome but I can do better.” Bucky says bobbing his eyebrows up and down. 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” You giggle. “Thank you for understanding. It took me a few days to piece myself back together. To remember why I chose to be an Avenger. To remember we both chose this. Because we can do it. That’s why we have each other. That’s why we have the team. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Doll. Whatever you need.”

“And, yeah, I guess thank you for giving me such a warm welcome upon my return.” You snicker bobbing your eyebrows up and down. 

“Oh that’s it!” Bucky pulls your backside flush against him and enters you from behind. He doesn’t give you all of him, just a little. His hand dances around your clit, skims over it so lightly, but never gives the direct stimulation your crave. His cool metal hand plays over your breasts,  pinching your nipples. 

“Ohhhh, you fucking tease.” You groan.

“The mouth on you.” Bucky says as he turns your face to him for a blistering kiss. “Do you want more?”

“I want all of you, always.”

“I love you.” He groans as he fully seats himself in you. 

“More than anything.” You finish for him as you both chase oblivion. 

Eight months later. 

“Doc, what took so long? What the hell is going on?” You say to Dr. Miles when she finally makes it back to you. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Well… Remember how we talked about your inability to get pregnant?” Dr. Miles questions. 

“Right, my body pushes out any foreign bodies. So?” You look at her and then realization dawns, “Am I pregnant?”

“I ran the test three times.” Dr. Miles says. “You’re still seeing Sergeant Barnes, correct?”

“Yeah. Bucky and I are together.” You say. 

“And you’re sexually active?” 

“Very.” You say with a raised eyebrow. 

“Well, either your body built up a tolerance or you and Bucky’s uhhhh… systems have been battling and his apparently won.” Dr. Miles chuckles. 

“I’m pregnant?”

“About 6 weeks.”

“Do you think it’ll… stick?” You put your hands over your belly. The thought of your body turning against your baby… Bucky’s baby, making you nearly panic. 

Dr. Miles smiles, “I don’t know why it wouldn’t if your body hasn’t eradicated it by now. But most pregnancies are lost in the first trimester, so you still have about 6 weeks.”

You are barely able to contain yourself. You have a huge smile and at the same time are apprehensive to know how Bucky will feel. You hadn’t really discussed kids. 

“Thanks, Doc.” You smile and listen to her instructions before heading to Bucky’s room. Your nerves are becoming worse the closer you get, but you couldn’t deter yourself for anything. You knock on his door and hear him say “Come in.”

“Hey, Love.”

“Hey, Doll. Where you been?” He looks up at you from the bed. He’s sitting up against the headboard working on his tablet. 

“I went to the medbay to see Dr. Miles.” You gauge his reaction. 

He looks up confused and puts the tablet on his nightstand. “Are you okay?” He reaches out for you and pulls you to sit on his lap. You loop your arms around his neck. 

“I felt strange lately and so I went in and... “ Your nerves are getting the better of you. 

“And?” Bucky is staring into you. 

“I’m pregnant. I didn’t think I could and Doc even said it was improbable. I felt strange for a few days and I… I, I’m pregnant.”

Bucky stares at you in utter shock. 

“I’m sorry. Please say something.” Your panic must be showing on your face. 

Bucky looks down at your stomach and slowly brings his hand up to cover it. “A baby?”

“Our baby.” You say putting your hands over his.

Bucky’s eyes snap to yours, “Our baby. How?”

“I don’t know. My body usually gets rid of anything it doesn’t think should be there. Either I built up a tolerance to you or your little soldiers waged a war to stay and won. Probably a combination of both.” 

Bucky chuckles and makes small circles with his hand over your belly. 

“I’m six weeks, so we’ve got a while to figure everything out. Are you… How do you feel about this? I know we never really talked about it.”

Bucky pulls you in for a kiss, “The love of my life is having my baby. I couldn’t be happier.”

“Really?” You look at him with tears in your eyes. 

“Actually, I could be.” He gently helps you stand before going to his desk and pulling something from the drawer. He walks back to you and pulls you in for a heated kiss. “I love you. More than anything”

“I love you, too. More than anything, Bucky.” 

Bucky looks into your eyes and then slides one knee to the floor. He holds up a ring box and slowly opens it. “Marry me?” 

A rush of lightheadedness assails you, but you  say the only answer you could ever give him to such a question, “Yes!”

Masterlist

[prurientpuddlejumper]

A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 7 [18+]

<- Chapter 6 | Chapter 8 ->

Summary: The horniest chapter yet. And the beginning of the end. 

Over the next few weeks, your arrangement works out smoothly—or it seems to, anyway. The creature remains hidden in the hayloft, undiscovered. As often as you are able, you are down in the barn with him, lying in his arms, sharing books and stories, or listening to the low, raspy panting of his breath in your ear and feeling the roughness of his hands on your bare skin. 

Sometimes you cry together, frustrated and isolated, wishing the world you lived in was kinder, gentler.

And sometimes you dare to ramble in the woods, breathing the spring air and the changing harmony of scents of each new crop of flowers brings, listening to bird songs, and trusting in the solitude of the forest to protect you from prying eyes.

Every day his wound heals a little more. The bone-shattering gun blast which would have taken a regular human months to recover from—if they recovered—improves at an astonishing rate. Each morning you open the barn door to discover more of your chores have already been done, the dark-haired creature grinning proudly at his work, until one day, he had finished everything. You try to convince him he doesn’t have to do all that work for you, but, rubbing his neck sheepishly, he explains that it’s not so much a favor as a way to get you to spend more time with him. 

You have to admit, it is much nicer this way. 

Some mornings, you lie with your head in his lap in a quiet meadow you discovered along a solitary bend in the river. You gaze lazily up at your protector, his eyes bright as he weaves together the delicate stems of flowers. You had shown him how to do that—at first his large hands and herculean strength made him clumsy, and you giggled in commiseration, but soon he was gliding through the task as if he were one with nature, while you still managed to snap the stems more often than not. So you lie back and watch him work, smiling as he adorns you with spring. A crown of daisies circles his black hair. 

How could anyone ever be afraid of such a gentle creature?

He still cries at every word of kindness you have for him. He still can't fathom how someone could show love toward an unlovable wretch—how you contradict his reality by telling him he is not unlovable at all, but loved. He still feels a sick squirming in his intestines at these incompatibilities of truth. Liar! Contemptible. Disgusting. Unworthy. LIES! his mind repeats at every compliment you bestow, but he swallows down the bile. Somehow, you find him pleasing, he reminds himself. He doesn’t flinch away as you touch his face, as you press mollifying kisses to his lips. He swore never to hurt you again, and he intends to keep his oath. 

With no more manual labor to toil through, you are free to proceed with your pet project, as promised: making your dear daemon look human enough to be accepted by polite society. 

Your theory is, the creature’s grim, unnatural complexion and titanic stature played only a small part in the terrified reception he received from everyone he had met (save you). His tattered, incomplete clothing, wild hair, and general state of dishevelment added to the bewilderment. People saw a crudely-dressed outsider emerging from the forest, of course they were afraid—they probably thought he was a cave troll! 

But if you could make him look cultured and dignified… 

After all, Lazarus Colloredo, whose half-formed brother protruded forth from his chest, exhibited himself at royal courts. It was common in any city to see humans with unusual physical characteristics begging on the streets, finding themselves unwanted in more sophisticated circles, but at least tolerated, and not feared or driven away. That would be enough.

People would tolerate your companion if they believed his condition were a natural one he was born with… if you could dress him to look like someone who had been born. 

This proves easier said than done. 

You find a few old clothes that fit him with a bit of tailoring, but you're not the best seamstress, so the finished result is only a small step above the rags he'd been wearing. And since you're not a cobbler, he still has no shoes. He looks disarrayed, and he needs to be perfect for this plan to have any chance of success.

Taming his wild mane is at least a pleasant task. After an initial battle with the worst of the tangles—filled with frustrated tugging and snagging of the brush, accompanied by his jolting and pitiful whimpering—you reach a comfortable, methodical pace. His whole body shivers as you run the brush through his hair, letting out soft noises of appreciation. The greatest impediment to progress is that he enjoys it too much. You’re no help, either. His noises encourage your hands to massage his scalp and purr words of praise to him, trying to draw more little breaths and groans from him. Soon he has flipped around and has you pinned under him, whispering sweet, sinful desires into your ear, grinding his tented pants against your thighs until you beg for him to take you right there. 

It takes a few tries, interrupted by his superhuman stamina and overly-human desire for touch, but soon his hair is smooth as black satin, and looks just like a courtly gentleman’s when pulled back. Though he doesn’t like it pulled back. It exposes too much of his face, which, he points out, still looks like a corpse’s, and no amount of grooming will disguise that. 

Reforming his appearance is not the only difficulty plaguing your idyllic life. 

   ***********************

Bess stops by the barn to see you one afternoon in late spring. With the creature’s reflexes nearly back at full strength, there is little risk of being caught—he hears her coming and disappears into the loft without a sound. 

“Come out to the dance tonight!” she implores. “It’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know…” You fidget with your fingernails, trying to think of a normal-sounding reason you can’t make it. 

“Pleeease? I haven’t seen you in ages! Now that you finally dumped the loser,” she adds with a mischievous wink, “I've got a friend I think might be perfect for you.”

Ah, so that’s what this is about. She usually doesn’t push so hard to get you to socialize when you’re not in the mood, more of a you-do-you attitude. But she’s playing matchmaker now. “Oh, no,” you laugh nervously. “I'm not getting back on that horse yet, it’s way too soon.”

“It’s been months. You’ve waited an appropriate amount of time,” she crosses her arms, tilting her head to the side. “Nobody will think you indecent for moving on too quickly, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Is it getting hot in this barn? You pull at your collar. It feels like it’s getting hot in this barn. “It’s not that. It’s just, that whole situation was a disaster; I don’t want to go through it again.” There. That technically was not a lie. You’re not lying to your best friend. 

“Come on, don't give up!” she slaps your shoulders encouragingly. “Love can strike when you least expect it!”

“Now that I agree with,” you meant to state without emotion, but you can’t curb the secret smile blooming across your cheeks.

Bess picks up on it instantly, her mahogany curls bouncing in shock. “DID YOU FIND SOMEONE?”

“W-what? Nooo!” you backpedal unconvincingly. 

“Who is it? Someone I know? Where did you meet them?!”

“Shhh,” you hiss, looking past her exuberant eyes over her shoulder to try and see if your parents had magically appeared in earshot, like a pair of demons summoned by the sound of secrets. “There's nobody, just... shhh!"

“So that’s how it is, huh?” she raises an eyebrow. “Well, you better not be getting into anything scandalous, young lady,” she warns, putting on her best impression of your mother, before breaking character with a grin and a laugh, bouncing on her toes. “Oh please just tell me it's good. It must be juicy if you won’t even tell me. An errant noble? A gypsy lover? A married man? A woman? A married woman? Tell me tell me tell me!”

Eventually she lets it rest, and agrees not to pry (or say anything). But your secret isn’t safe. 

“Come to the dance,” she pleads with you, back to the point of her visit. “People are starting to talk.” You’ve been acting stranger than usual. Keeping to yourself. Talking to yourself. 

So that was why she was so adamant about you going. The romantic interest wasn’t the reason, it was just the carrot. 

There are rumors that since your near-death experience, you’ve been haunted by something that followed you back from the other side. Your soul cursed by evil or some such nonsense. Ferdinand has been furious, and only making matters worse, adding fuel to the flames. Why else would someone of your station break things off with him? It could only be madness. 

“Of course all but the most gullible of us knew Ferdinand’s ravings were just jealousy, but… A few people are claiming they’ve seen the beast he described lurking after dark. I don’t know, maybe he’s putting them up to it...”  

A dagger of ice strikes you in the heart. They weren’t just rumors. The creature would wander at night—the only time it was safe for him to be out in the open. Or not so safe. You realize with a creeping dread down your spine that you have not been as clandestine as you thought.

You force yourself to laugh dismissively. “I’m sure if there was a monster, it would have found me and gobbled me up by now, don’t you think? So silly!” Ha ha ha. 

“You’re so rational! To be honest, I would be terrified just by the thought some creepy demon thing might be after me,” she shudders. “You have to explain to everyone else what you just told me. Make an appearance, show everyone you’re fine.” 

At length you relent, and go to the dance. 

Everyone stares. 

Nobody talks to you. 

Ferdinand is there, and you spend the night avoiding him. 

You miss the creature. 

You wish you hadn’t gone. 

  ***********************

 When you finally get to see him again after the disaster of a dance, sneaking down to the barn in the pitch-black of night, he’s currying down the mule by lamplight. A bright smile splits his face when he sees you come in—wide, and showing rows of white teeth, which, you wonder, might seem terrifying to someone who didn’t know him very well, combined with hollow cheeks, dark-ringed eyes, and sallow skin pulled taut over the bone.

To you, he looks like a field of sunflowers on a summer day.

The animals seem to agree with your assessment. Even the mule, who used to rear up and bray at the sheer size of him, seems to have finally been swayed by his courtly manners. Now it snorts its disappointment as he puts away the brush to greet you. The chickens come running up to him, clucking for extra corn meal, one landing and perching on his head in a flurry of feathers. Barn cats swirl at his feet, and the cows are already lining up patiently to be milked, appreciative of his efficient hands and all-hours schedule.

You remember when you first taught him to milk. Now he’s more at home here than you ever were. 

Unsettled by the rumors Bess had told you about, you pray nobody finds him. You pray that this can last. That he can stay here, smiling, until you’re ready to make his presence known to the town. 

You long for a day you wouldn’t have to hide—that you could live together like a regular couple. You wish the world could see him the way you do, that this fantasy could become something real. 

How could anyone ever be afraid of him?

    ***********************

He bolts into the barn, cloak whipping behind him, and skids to a halt over the hay-strewn floor, shutting the door quickly behind him. His wild eyes dart around the structure, adjusting to the dim light. When they focus on you, his body finally acknowledges it has found safety, and leans, trembling against the wooden walls for support. A frayed bouquet of wildflowers wilts in his left hand, stems destroyed in his crushing grip.

“Someone saw me.”

The pitchfork you were holding clatters to the floor.

“Who?! Where? When?? Are they coming? Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” You rush to his side, searching for fresh injuries, brain reeling with all the ways you were completely fucked.

It was broad daylight!

He hides his face behind a gangling hand, and tips his head down to get lost behind a forest of loose hair. “I… I do not know. A hunter?”

“What did they look like?” You reach up to grab his shoulders, trying to get him to look at you. His eyes are panicked and unfocused. You groan. “Not that it matters. Nobody in this town will understand. We have to control the circumstances carefully to introduce you without causing a panic. This is bad… If they followed you—”

“Fear in their eyes…” he murmurs, voice cracking. “Everyone who ever looks upon me has fear in their eyes.”

He’s still shaking, his face twisted up and on the verge of tears.

Oh. 

He’s falling apart and all you can say is “This is bad”? This is no time for you to start panicking, too. You take a deep breath, and put a steadying hand on his arm. “Hey, it’s going to be OK,” you force a smile. “There have been rumors about you since I fell in the river—lots of people claim they saw you—this doesn’t change anything. We’re OK.”

“So much fear. That look of terror… Is that how I am meant to be looked at?” he collapses to his knees, letting his nails scrape down the wall as he sinks, the forgotten flowers dropping in a heap by his side as tears begin freely flowing down his cheeks. “How could I forget I am nothing more than a blot upon the earth? A sight to be abhorred.”

You wish you could swallow him up in your arms—cradle him like he does you. You give it your best try, spreading your arms wide and draping your whole body like a second cloak over his enormous, curled form. He rocks, continuing to mutter that he is a wretched thing made to be hated, while you whisper and hum soothing noises, rubbing his back.

“Look at me…” you whisper over his shoulder, gently tipping his chin toward you. He obeys, eyes dull and glassy as they meet yours. You smile, trying to pour every bit of love you feel for him into it, so even from whatever dismal well his heart has sunk to the bottom of, it will radiate affection to him like the sun.

For an instant, his tears stop actively flowing as he observes you. “Except for you. The way you look at me is so different.”

“This is how you're meant to be looked at.”

He chokes and turns away, rubbing his eyes. You circle around to his front, and lean your forehead against his. He looks at you again, a little calmer now. The adoration in your eyes is almost too much for him to bear, but he tries to smile back. The attempt shatters your heart. 

“Oh, you kind, benevolent angel, blessing this foul villain with such a favorable gaze.”

“My wonderful, powerful protector,” you coo softly. You move to sit, and he instinctively makes room for you on his lap—muscle memory of the way you fit together—holding you comfortably in his strong arms. “So sweet and gentle.” Your voice dips flirtatiously, and you touch a hand to his cheek, serenely caressing his jawline.

“How can you look at me like that, in spite of all my flaws?”

The answer spills from your mouth with an infatuated grin before you have a chance to think. “You don’t have flaws. You’re perfect!”

He frowns.

The frown deepens until it nearly becomes a scowl, and he closes his narrowed eyes against the feeling threatening to boil out.

“Please stop that,” he removes your hand from his cheek. “Do not pretend I am not what I am. It is… mockery.”

Shit. You got carried away. Of course he would take that the wrong way. You had to be careful about paying compliments to his body, they hurt him. The cruelest words of insult wouldn’t sting half as much as calling him handsome. But you don’t want to apologize this time. After all, you meant it.

“My beloved,” you stroke his face with the hand he didn’t have restrained, determined to beat down his walls of insecurity with relentless affection. His neck and the tips of his ears redden with heat. “I—”

“Do not flatter me with sugared lies, and ignore the truth,” he interrupts, the tremor returned to his voice. “I know what I am. Being pitied is enough for a wretch like me; it is enough that you endure this unsightly visage without hating its owner. Do not pretend you cannot see me. It is worse to pretend.”

Your throat tightens, and a prickling of tears threatens your eyes, but you don’t cry. It’s heartbreaking that he still thinks of his body as something you have to endure. That you only put up with it, rather than adore it as you do. But he is stubborn in his hatred for his creator’s work. To explain your feelings to him, you will have to choose your words carefully.

“It’s not that I don’t see you, or your scars. I have eyes. I know most people are frightened by your appearance, and I know you’ve suffered horribly because of it. I should have realized you would think I was teasing you to say you’re perfect, but… I mean it.

“You are my heart’s gleam, my gentle dove. My beloved daemon. To me, you are the most wonderful being in all of creation. I am so happy to have met you, and to have had you in my life these past months. There is no one who lights up my heart as you do, none whose face it pleases me to see more. I am never more comfortable than when I’m in your arms, and I never feel so beautiful as when you look at me, nor so important as when you speak to me as if my thoughts matter. Your intelligent mind and poetic soul fill my days with wonder, and you make me feel accepted in a way I have never been before.”

You are stroking his face and the sides of his neck with both hands now, and he is melting into your touch, breaths drawing in slowly and puffing out in shaky bursts. You twirl a finger around a lock of dusky hair.

“I have never wanted you to be any different from the way you are. So I must conclude that the world’s measure of beauty is wrong—for you are perfect. Entirely, completely perfect.”

His head collapses into yours, leaning his forehead against you. He grips you tightly with both arms, squeezing you into his chest like he’s trying to absorb you. Warm, agitated breaths fan your face, and you feel his shoulders convulsing; you think he’s weeping, but then you realize it’s laughter.  

“I sound wonderful,” he says, a hint of pride licking the edges of his voice.

“You are.”

He kisses your neck, awing that you let him press his lips to you, then buries his face against your skin. “In books there is always passion, but... this is far greater than that. You are so patient with me. What did young Werther and Charlotte truly share? What did Juliet know of Romeo? Only the impulses of desire. You offer friendship, and I should like to spend my life repaying the kindness you have bestowed on me.” 

You hum with excitement. “Oh my daemon, my dove, my flitter-mouse,” endearments fall from your lips like apple blossom petals. Goaded by your words, he hefts you up with a now-familiar (yet still shocking) ease, an impish smile sparkling in his eyes as he bridal carries you across the room, ignoring the petulant clucking of chickens scattering from his path. 

“You are perfect,” he kisses your forehead. He sets you down on top of a storage chest, your back supported the wall. “And wonderful,” he kisses your nose. From your new perch, your hips are close to the height of his, and the outline of something growing at the front of his pants tells you exactly where his mind is heading. “And you are mine, yes?” He asks, voice heavy. Instead of kissing you again, he waits for you to close the distance.   

“Always,” you answer, stretching up to grasp his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling and running your tongue over it. He gasps at the novelty, and a surge of heat flares to life inside him. He moans as you tug his lip away from his teeth, and he chases your mouth down, a hand at the back of your head preventing your escape as he envelops you with a smothering kiss, his thick tongue demanding an invitation which you happily give, caressing your own tiny tongue on the probing muscle filling your entire mouth, wrapping your arms around his back as he consumes you. 

Finally he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting you, a wolfish hunger in his eyes. “You’re mine, and I love you so much…” 

Love. 

You pant, hands curling through his hair. Had you said that before? Had he? Well, yes, you had used the word to describe your feelings, but never so directly. Never in a way that couldn’t have been intended as general, familial, platonic love. You never obfuscated your camaraderie and affection… but this felt different. Pointed. 

I love you so much.

You shiver with pleasure as his corpse lips trace your jaw and down your neck. He leaves a trail of tender kisses all the way down your arm, lingering to suck at the soft skin on the underside of your elbow. A sudden tightness builds in your core, accompanied by a sinful wetness that urges you to wrap your legs around his hips, hiking your skirt up above your knees, and pull him close. The pressure of his clothed cock—now fully erect—pressing into your inner thighs makes the urge worse. You shift to position the bulge against your aching clit, and rock your hips mindlessly seeking relief as his soft kisses up and down your neck and arms drive you into oblivion.

“I love you,” you murmur.

He stands straight, which makes you whine with disappointment as his warm lips leave your body, but he’s looking down at you with the softest eyes. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Those three words fill me with joy enough for a lifetime; and beyond even the veil of death, the happiness of that one utterance shall warm me for eternity. Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

A tingle of goosebumps spread up your arm at his sudden demandingness—the way he leans over you, a hand against the wall, voice thick, and low. 

“I love you.” 

“Again,” he commands, leaning in close to your ear, voice barely a whisper. He nips the flesh of your earlobe and your back arches involuntarily. 

“I love you,” the words brush against his cheek. 

“Again,” he sighs, before his lips fall on yours, swallowing your reply. 

You had been in the middle of refreshing the straw bedding for the cows when he burst in, and there is still a nagging at the back of your mind of what if he was followed? But no angry mob has appeared at your doorstep yet, and everything else can wait its turn. This is definitely… the most important thing on your mind. 

It is a soft kiss, as his usually are—gentle and careful with one so much smaller than he is—but grows in intensity, his tongue parting your lips, running across your teeth and plundering your mouth as you moan and twitch your hips. All his insecurity disappears with the noises and writhing he can draw from you, how eager and helpless you are under his touch. Every fear eclipsed by his burning need to bury himself inside you, and hear you scream out for him as he satisfies himself. 

His large fingers unfasten the lacing of your bodice with the same practiced ease as weaving flower stems, pulling down your blouse as his hot, sloppy kisses move from your mouth, over your jaw, and down your neck—this time leaving red hickies in their wake. You feel the direction of his mouth toward your exposed chest, and whimper in anticipation of the warm slickness in just the right spot. He kneads the fat of your breasts in his palms, his sucking kisses down your collarbone growing ever more needy, filling the barn with wet smacking.

With an electric jolt, his tongue finally reaches the sensitive flesh of your nipple, and you feel a flood of warmth surging through your body, curling your toes, and settling in the base of your spine. Your fingers curl into his hair, against his scalp, pulling him against the hardening bud, his lips closing over it, tongue making languid circles that make your head loll back, and your hips buck up to grind against him—but only meet the air. To bend his towering body enough to reach your chest, he had to adjust his hips away from you, and without the pressure of his erection to grind against your cunt felt desperately empty, aching for contact. 

“Ah,” you gasp, grabbing his hand and placing it between your legs, under your skirt, “P-please!” 

His lips pull into a smile against your breast, exposing his tongue as it flicks across your nipple, now bright red and sopping wet. A large digit runs down the length of your slit. You gasp and jerk into it, but his hand is already gone. He rubs the moisture between his fingers. “Hmm, already so excited,” he taunts in a velvety voice, switching to your other breast, rolling the first between his thumb and fingers. 

When did he get so confident? He used to follow your lead, waiting on you to instruct him. He was still terrified of the world, but with you… 

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he purrs, sucking your nipple sharply to draw another gasp from your lips. 

In your private world, when things got like this… 

You let out a strangled whine, moving his hand back between your legs. He lets it rest there idly, ignoring your frustrated, pleading groans and clawing at his hand to do something. He pinches a nipple, delicately tugging at it, slowly drawing his tongue across the other. 

“Hmm? You must speak up. I want to hear your voice.”

...He could be such an arrogant little shit! It’s so hot. 

“F-fingers! Please!” 

“As you wish.”

With a possessive growl, his long finger plunges inside you, moving in and out, getting coated with your slippery wetness as he treats your breasts as his playthings. You can hear his breathing increase, too, each exhale a loud snarl. His hips begin jerking in time with the pulsing of his finger into you, feeling the twitch of your velvet walls squeezing him as he drives you toward your climax—he imagines it’s his cock inside you, and suddenly, this isn’t enough. 

“S-so good. You’re so good,” you whine, eyes closing as you lift your hips into his finger, deepening every thrust. The heat in your core is building, coiling, tightening… You stroke his hair, savoring the motion of his head and the wet sucking noises at your chest as he sends wave after wave of pleasure through you with his tongue. You run your hand over the striations of muscle in his shoulder, over his healed gunshot wound, the feel of his skin and the sound of his ragged breathing sending you over the edge—

His finger pulls out. His tongue moves away. 

The release so close on your horizon fizzles. 

“Wah!” Your eyes shoot open, complaints pursed on your lips. Then you see the hungry look in his eyes, and a shudder runs down your spine. Maybe he’ll fuck you right there. By the look of it, his erection is ready to rip through his pants.

“Patience,” he purrs, swallowing the tightness in his throat—the only sign of his slipping composure. 

He spreads open your legs, kneeling between them, strong hands on your thighs helping you balance on the edge of the crate. His chest rises and falls slowly as he inhales your scent. “S-stop it!” you blush, squirming but unable to budge from his firm grip. Why does he like to smell you so much? You close your eyes and look away from the lewd act. He’s really changed so much, no longer so eager to please you that he wouldn’t risk drawing things out, or embarrassing you. He trusts you, that you’re never going to push away from him in sudden disgust; he knows you enjoy every minute of his attention. 

He extends his long, thick tongue, and traces it along your thighs, teasing you with nips and kisses. Your body shudders at the welcome heat. He’s become an expert on your body, listening to your breathing and waiting for exactly the right moment to finally taste your dripping cunt. Your fingers clench in his hair, urging him on, but he takes his time with a long, measured, broad-tongued lap down your inner thigh, his eyes watching yours, studying your reaction and giving a self-satisfied smirk at your struggle to contain yourself. 

“Please… more.” 

Slowly, patiently, he finally dips his tongue into your quivering, saturated heat. He lets out a muffled moan into you, savoring you, hands clenching on your thighs as he revels in it. You can feel that tension start to coil again, but he’s still taking his time with such an indulgent, unhurried pace, you’ll never reach the orgasm you were denied.

Your fingers dig into the back of his head and your hips twist in his vice grip, helpless to create their own pace. “Faster.” You try to jerk your hips against his tongue again, to no avail. “You feel so good, my love,” you coo in a honeyed voice, hoping flattery will achieve results. “What must I do for you to let me come? I’ll do anything. Please—faster!” 

In a blur of motion, your legs are over his shoulders and he’s standing at full height, large hands holding up your hips to his mouth, your back resting on the box where your ass just was. It feels like the wind was knocked out of you—you can barely breathe as he points his tongue into a stiff rod and attacks your clit with incredible speed and vigor. You didn’t know tongues could move to fast! His mouth is working magic, and the angle he’s holding you at somehow makes it feel even better. Maybe it’s the blood rushing to your head, or the way you have to look up at him, holding you as you dangle helplessly at his mercy, but you can feel your climax returning in greater force. 

“I’m… going to finish already,” you writhe and moan, cheeks hot. 

He doesn’t stop this time. “Come in my mouth,” he instructs, licking and lapping you deeper, faster, his own moans of pleasure lost in yours, crying out louder, thighs clamping around his neck, pulling him in harder, deeper, until your muscles convulse and you bite your lip to silence your shaking scream. He thrusts his tongue deep inside you, feeling your walls twitch around him, tasting your hot release coat his tongue. 

“Fuck, you’re so good. So perfect,” you praise as you start to come down. 

He’s not through with you yet, however. Not by a long shot. 

He keeps writhing his tongue inside of your still-twitching heat, then brings his mouth back to your over-worked clit, ghosting his lips over it, flicking softly and quickly with the pointed end of his tongue. 

You cry out in surprise, an unpleasantly strong contraction ripping through your body in protest. “N-no!” you try to wriggle away, pushing your arms out against him, but from your upside-down suspended position, the only part of him you can reach is—your heart skips a beat as your hand grazes his throbbing steel shaft. A renewed surge of heat flushes between your legs, overwhelming the over-stimulation with pleasure. You swallow. 

“Do you want more?” he murmurs, drunk on you. You nod breathlessly. You need him to keep going. To put that in you. “Good.” 

You grope blindly for the inhumanly thick bugle in his pants, and lay your palm against it, feeling its incredible length. The heat it gives off is amazing. There is a sharp inhale, and a hiccup in the steady working of his tongue. Not so easy to stay cool, is it? You smile, finally turning the tables a little. You rub his clothed shaft until he makes muffled whines into your cunt, and his hips start rocking against your hand as you stroke him up and down. 

This is heaven. He could live between your thighs, drowning in the taste of you. He loves making you happy—seeing you shudder with pleasure from his touch—and the power he has over you in these moments makes an intoxicating combination. You belong to him. 

“Do I make you feel good?” he rasps. You stare back up at him—his tongue stopped. You pull at the back of his head with your legs, trying to get him to start again, to give you what your body desperately needs, but he only looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes and tips his head to the side. Fuck, he’s cute when he does that. 

“Y-yeah.”

Lick. 

Your hips buck into his mouth in appreciation, an electric pulse vibrating down your back. 

“Only I can make you feel this way?” 

Oh god, this is the game he’s playing? You’ll say anything to get him to keep going, but the only answer you can make right now is a pleading, affirmative whine and a nod. 

Lick. 

That was good enough. Your eyes squeeze shut. You were so close again! 

“Only me?”

“Please don’t stop!” 

Not good enough. “Say you’re mine,” he purrs, “That only I can make you feel this way.”

“Only you!” you cry, squeezing your thighs around him, trying to pull him back in, “I’m yours! Please!” 

He smiles, and gives you a delicate swirl of the tongue, tracing your clit, then plunges his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with the large muscle, pulsating and tasting you, filling your longing core up with its heat. Oh god, it wasn’t as big as his cock, but the way it could move inside you was so strange and delicious, and the wet, hungry noises his mouth made sent you over the edge a second time, your hands grasping for something to cling to—one clenching the edge of the crate, the other gripping the outline of his shaft. 

He slips his tongue out of you, dripping with a mingling of your juices and his saliva, and puts it back to work on your throbbing clit without pausing. In its place, he soaks two bony fingers in your empty core. The fingers are cooler and less slithery than his tongue, but make up for it with length and firmness, reaching deeper, and hitting nerves that his tongue missed. 

“R-right there!” you squeal, voice shaking as he finds your g-spot. He feels your muscles twitching and pulling beneath his hands. Sucking hard on your clit, he pumps his finger harder in and out of your drenched pussy, focusing on that sensitive spot that makes you cry out for him, until you come again, your walls clenching and unclenching around his hand.

You expect a break after that. Your body is exhausted and trembling, especially in this uncomfortable—if arousing—position. But, whether he’s working off his earlier panic, or he just has that much more stamina now that he’s healed, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he adds another finger, stretching you farther and making you moan with the feeling of fullness. You don’t bother to protest or try to wriggle away, only whimpering praises and encouragement, eager for more. He builds you up and sends you over the precipice again, and again, and again relentlessly until you can’t stand any more.

Only when you’re shaking and soaking, so dizzy with sensation you can no longer speak, does he release his iron-clad grip on your hips and lowers them back down to the top of the storage chest, sitting you up with your back resting on the wall. Breathing erratically, he presses a tender but sloppy kiss to your lips, the flavor of you on his tongue. 

“This is what… perfection tastes like,” he pants. 

Settling between your legs, he finally frees his unbearably hard erection from its prison, the unearthly member glistening with precum and throbbing with pent-up desire. 

The storage crate is tall enough that he barely needs to bend his knees to achieve the right height, and with little need for adjustment, he’s rubbing his giant cockhead along your entrance. It feels so good, but your tired muscles are too limp to buck your hips up to help push him in, so you merely bite your lower lip in anticipation of being filled with him. 

After being forced to wait for so long, his cock aches to bury itself up to the hilt in you with one thrust, but if he just pushed it in, he might split you in half. He is your gentle creature, needy as he may be, and he can wait just a little longer if it means not hurting you. He rubs his shaft along you, coating it in your slickness with his hand, making sure you’re ready to take him. He pushes the head inside. A gurgled moan escapes your lips at the satisfying pressure. He studies your face. 

“Do you want me?” His hands trace over the bone of your hips, kneading the fat of your thighs. You nod weakly, and he pushes in farther. He’s spreading you wide, filling you so magnificently. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Yet he still waits, pausing for your body to adjust to his size. “Are you all right?” 

You put your hand over his, marveling at how much bigger it is than yours, and squeeze. “I love you so much. Now fuck me.” 

He lets out a strangled whimper of affection at your declaration, and jerks his hips forward into your eager pussy. A cry of pleasure and brief pain tears from your throat. Those words were all the encouragement he needed to become ravenous, nipping at your neck, pinching until a trail of red bruises blooms over your skin. Suddenly, you’re in the air, still fully impaled on his prodigious length, and being slammed against the wall. He begins pounding into you hard and fast, hands squeezing your hips and shoulder, keeping you effortlessly off the ground, while your legs instinctively wrap themselves around his waist, holding on for dear life as he fucks you into the wall, the sloppy sounds of flesh striking flesh filling the serene bucolic air. 

You hold him close, running your hands up his back and around his ass, feeling the powerful jerking of his muscles beneath the skin as he thrusts into you. So big. Everything about him is oversize, his arms, his cock, all of the scars covering his body… the textured discoloration of his skin. He did look devilish—but he was so sweet, and kind, and so, so passionate for you, he was more like a prince. Or, at the very least, he was your devil. 

Even in his lust-fueled frenzy, he notices you noticing him. 

Your eyes are undisguisedly observing parts of him he would rather not think about, and suddenly he remembers what he looks like—self-awareness lost in the passion of the moment returning like a revelation. What you see whenever he mounts you is a monster… and you still let him. You still beg him to. You moan, and whimper, and plead for more of him, your body at his command.

His grunts grow louder and less controlled, and each thrust of his hips sends tremors through the entire barn, little trails of dust and hay falling from the rafters. 

“How does it feel to be fucked by a monster? To belong to me?” 

It feels warm. You can barely articulate an answer through the fog. It feels rough, hard, fast, tender, passionate… 

His breath hitches, a low rumble in his throat, and you realize you’ve been muttering out loud. 

“You’re so perfect. So big. You know exactly what I want,” you run your hands up the misshapen grooves of his chest, struggling to keep your voice smooth and seductive as he knocks the wind out of you with each thrust. Compliments can often backfire with the self-hating creature, but in moments like this, you can praise him like a puppy dog and it gets him more red-faced than… than the fact that you’re fucking!

“You feel so good inside me,” you keep singing praises as he pounds into you, his grip getting harder and harder until you’re sure you’ll be left with bruises. “You're so big, you're filling me up. Nobody can do the things you do to me.” 

Finally he buries his head in your neck and lets out a full-throated sob, as his hips meet yours in a powerful thrust, burying himself deeper inside you than you believed possible. You feel the warmth of his hot seed filling you, so much of it that it overflows out of you and drips down your ass.

He doesn’t move. He pants against your neck, practically growling, arms holding you in place possessively, pinning you to the wall. You’re not getting down just yet. He wants to savor his cock buried deep inside your warmth for a little longer. You sigh contentedly, closing your eyes and leaning your head against his sweat-dampened chest. 

Exhausted and sated, his senses begin to return. He stares at the huge mummy-like hands practically swallowing your small body, your skin so elastic, vibrant, and alive in contrast. Softly, he asks again, absent any passion-fueled bravado, “You love me?”

“I love you.”

“Foolish girl.”

“You love a foolish girl,” you tease, grinning. You grab both sides of his face, rubbing your nose against his. 

“I do.” 

You could get lost in the little world the two of you share.

Unfortunately you were so engrossed in your own little world that you didn't hear the hens clucking as they rushed to the edge of the fence, or the cows mooing a friendly greeting to a familiar face.

You didn't notice Bess standing in the doorway of the barn until she let out a blood-curdling scream.

[neo-brownskinnedangels]

Hey! I saw you were taking prompt reqs so i was wondering if you would do 3, 8, and 14 with hendery? Maybe a curvy reader, to fit the plot more 😁. I hope you're staying safe and having fun in quarantine!

Absolutely 🥰

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You never thought you'd find yourself faking in love with an Asian guy. It's never necessarily been your type before, but it is now.

Hendery was perfect. Your best friend, your boyfriend, shoulder to cry on. He did it all for you and more. That's all you wanted in life now, after al the trash guys you'd been with in the past.

But, you had your insecurities. You were a curvier girl, which you personally loved. But, Hendery read really skinny. So, you'd always though that you'd hurt him in some way. And that thought always haunted you.

You'd been home all day, just having a lazy day to yourself. Hendery was working hard on his comeback promotions so he wasn't home all day.

Sitting on the couch in your shared apartment you watched love & hip hop, waiting for Hendery to come back. 

The door opened revealing Hendery with a large duffle bag strung on his arm. His cap sat backwards on his brown locks, some of which were wet with sweat.

"Honey I'm home!" He said loudly with the weirdest smile on his handsome face.

"You are so annoying." You laughed, along your head at how random the always was. But you couldn't deny that you loved it.

Hendery set his things down, walking over to where you sat in the living room. Setting his water bottle down on the table in front of you and then sitting down beside you.

"How was your day?" You asked, pausing the door and turning to face your boyfriend.

"It was good." Hendery sighed, in attempts to decompress. "What have you been doing all day my love?" He asked, twirling one of your braids.

"Nothing really, I cleaned the room and bathroom up a little bit. I was waiting until you got home to cook any thing." You shrugged.

"Oh alright." Hendery nodded, letting go of your head as he patted his lap.

You gave him a look, your eyes darting from his lap to his eyes. "What?" You chuckled.

"Sit here." He smiled.

You were about to then you hesitated. Looking down at his slim legs in the very loose fitting sweatpants. It stressed you out a bit. Both of his thighs didn't even equal a full one of yours, you thought.

Laughing softly and shaking your head you, sat back down in your seat. Just trying to laugh it off.

"Nooo, come on." He urged, trying to pull your onto his lap.

"Stop." You said, now your unhappiness was apparent on your face.

"Why? What's wrong?" Hendery asked now seriously, feeling like he had done something wrong. Maybe that he pushed you to far to do that. But, you'd done it so many times before he didn't know why this time it was different.

“It’s like...,” you sighed half way through. Not even being able to actually speak it out loud. “It’s nothing.” You mumbled.

Hendery thought he really did something now. He never wanted you to be mad at him so he felt so bad.

“I don’t...I’ve never...been in a relationship before. I’m going to make mistakes...I just need you to tell me. I need you to talk to me.” He spoke.

He was sincere with his words, talking in a soft tone. He didn’t want to feel like he was bombarding your with his words, if he’d truly done something to make you upset with him.

You felt bad now, seeing his face on the verge of sadness. You didn’t want him to think it was him, or that it was his fault at all.

“No babe, it’s not you. It’s me.” You started. “It’s just I get a little insecure I guess, you’re so tiny and I’m not. I just feel like I’m gonna hurt you, that’s why I didn’t sit on your lap.” You explained playing with the hem of your shirt, looking down at it to avoid eye contact.

“You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” Hendery said.

“What?” You asked, finally connecting your case to his.

He bit his pink lips in thought, wanting to find the perfect words for this.

“I love you just the way you are. I love your body so much, and I would hope that you do too. The fact that you fee that way makes me fee bad cause I wanna be the one giving you confidence. Telling you how gorgeous you are in you’re own skin.” He told you, his eyes soft with love for you.

“Boy shut up.” You smiled, looking away.

“It’s true, and I’m serious. I want you to know that Y/N.” Hendery said to you.

“Well thank you, and I love you too.” You replied with a smile, pecking his lips.

“Now come on, come sit on my lap now.” He smiled brightly again.

Rolling your eyes in a playful manor, you obliged getting up and sitting on his lap. He securely wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

[emerald-amidst-gold]

If you're still taking OC asks, maybe 4, 33, 37 for Mhairi and/or Fane? 👀

This. THIS. Is a breath of fresh air that I really needed with the way my week has been going, so guess what? You get BOTH of my children! 😭😭

4. how did they feel about being called “the herald of andraste”? 

Fane detests the title from the moment it’s uttered. No matter where he goes, or who he’s speaking with, if he hears it fall from their lips he usually shuts it down immediately. Fane is not a man of faith, and he never has been. He trusts in his sword, the world around him, and the will to think freely. Religion to him is like another form of slavery, and as a dragon, he saw what happened to those that followed those who proclaimed to be gods. So, to be referenced as a herald of a prophet of one? Ohhh, no, no, nooo. Fane’s more a herald of doom when that title is uttered. Also, while it angers him, it also frightens him because it is pushing the temptation of power into his hands, which Fane, throughout the course of my fic, has a hard time resisting. He also has issues with identity (especially after he learns his heritage), so constantly being no more than an icon pushes Fane closer and closer to the edge of that is his crumbling mind. 

Mhairi, while far more gentile than Fane, hates the title just as much, if not more. She’s simply more subdued about it. Whereas Fane has no religious faith, Mhairi has tons, but only with the Creators. Mhairi more or less believes everything that the Dalish have taught, so when that is threatened or treated as just ‘stories’, she becomes similiar to Fane. She snaps, she bites, but she does it in a more tactful way. She’ll throw vague information about the Maker and the Chantry’s history back at whoever called her people’s faith ‘meaningless’. She’ll poke where it hurts the most as retribution, but usually feels awful for it later. Even so, Mhairi does eventually relent a bit, but she will never address herself as the Herald of Andraste. She simply becomes numb to it from other people.

33. are they afraid of anything specifically? 

Contrary to popular belief, Fane is afraid of things--many, in fact. However, the one thing he is absolutely terrified of is losing himself--through insanity or who is he. This kind of pieces together with the last question, but the more Fane is referred to as something different, or something that reacts adversely to his nature as a dragon, then he gets closer and closer and closer to losing himself in insanity. He’s terrified he’ll lose himself so completely that he’ll end up killing someone he loves, or that person having to kill him. Solas already had to do that once, and the pain it inflicted was great, so Fane does not want it to happen again. So, he keeps the fear close, keeps it at the forefront, all so he can fight off what or who is attempting to change him.

I’m just gonna say it: Mhairi is fragile with a capital F. She’s twenty-one. She knows next to nothing about the outside world. And she had a very, very traumatic incident with a templar when she just came into her magic. The memory haunts Fane to do this day as well; more or less a failure in his life. However, Mhairi walked away with a scar, as well as how it felt to be silenced that day. To be helpless, to be seen as worthless, and no more than a pest, to not have a voice. Mhairi is terrified, terrified, terrified of not having a voice to shout with, to laugh with, to debate with, to defend herself with. It’s one of the reasons, in the few stories I’ve popped her in, that Mhairi’s so talkative and energetic. She’s compensating, hiding the fear with a smile and a loud tone. She wants to be heard, even if its annoying, and any time there at templars on the field, she nearly crumbles until Fane--ohhh, yeah--until Fane closes in on them. It’s another reason why Fane is so protective with Mhairi when she and Cullen begin a relationship. He’s watching, he’s observing, and hang any kind of acceptance if Cullen were to ever do anything to harm her.

37. do they like their skyhold pajamas? 

Plain and simple: Fane hates them. While Fane does wear constricting leather bindings to hide his scars, he doesn’t like restrictive clothing. Also, he’s a 6 foot product of love and devotion that made him have a build like an Elvhen (I always like to think the ancient elves were taller if not larger in some regards), and a fucking dragon that was almost as tall as half a mountain! Even if tailored, those things would not work for Fane. He’s a slender muscled type, but not lithe, by any means. He doesn’t like his body being pointed out either, so the pajamas would make him feel self conscious. (I mean, this boy bashes his head into a stone wall every time Solas smiles at him, so you think he’d be able to handle Solas smoothly commenting about his body? Fane would fucking dissolve, and then attempt to put on far too many layers to hide.) Fane’s more into wearing leather armor that seals his body, and doesn’t draw attention to his leather wrappings. With Solas, he’s a little more open, but only in private. 

Mhairi, however, doesn’t mind them! She just opts out the boots, and even adds her own personal flair at times! (stitching to represent her people, a different, lighter color, or adding accessories to make it pop). Mhairi likes to be comfortable while still staying stylish, so as long as she can adapt things, then she’ll wear whatever! (except Orlesian fashion. No one wants to wear Orlesian fashion. I mean, seriously.)

Thank you for the ask! ❤️❤️❤️ (*will take this ounce of serotonin with her to work because she needs it*)

[simplewonderland]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕

Pairing::: Mark Lee x Reader

Genre::: Romance, Fluff, Break Up

Word Count::: 1.3K———————————————————————— Summary::: You and your boyfriend of 3 years have broken up, you are utterly devastated and you’re wanting to be alone. Little did you know your best friend has been there the whole time waiting to hug you. 

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This is my very first story, I hope y’all like it :)

You have just woke up with swollen eyes and a pounding headache due to the events that had happened the night before. You had a fight with your boyfriend of 3 years, it was the worst fight you guys have ever had. He had been caught having dinner with a girl you had suspected for a while now, so you decided to confront him. There was yelling and pacing back and forth from the both of you. You cried and he left, he left around 3AM and all you could do is cry. You cried yourself to sleep, and so you couldn’t make yourself get out of bed because of that. It came to a point where you forced yourself out of bed to see if he had made it back. You rushed to the guest room and the living room of your apartment (places he would stay whenever you fought) to see if he was there… he wasn’t. You quickly checked to see if there were any signs that he had gotten back home, and there were… In many places actually he left signs in the closet, the bathroom, the nightstand and the living room. There was nothing left but the specks of dust that were left behind from the things he had there for about a year now. He took it all, absolutely everything. You reach for your phone to call him, when you see that there had been a voicemail from him. He called not even 4 hours after he left, the voicemail was from 7AM so you decided to listen to it before giving him a call. He said in it - -

“(Y/N) I can’t do this anymore, I want to be free of worries and don’t want to have to deal with you anymore. * he sighs* i’m sorry but I never loved you and I know this shouldn’t come as a shock because I know you knew it too. I feel your always caught up with something. Work, your family, your friends and him.. Maybe you had some feelings for me but I feel you weren’t all in and I felt the same way. 3 years wasted on a love that was standing still and not going anywhere hurt. I can’t put all the blame on you because I’m at fault too. I just finally feel as if I can breathe, I hope you can too.. I’m glad you didn’t answer I don’t know if I could’ve done this listening to you or even in person. I hope you can move on like I know you will.. And be happy and free, I’m sorry. Goodbye (Y/N).”

The 5 minute voicemail is haunting, you’re left in tears. You throw your phone across the room and just fall. Of course it hurt he was your life for the past 3 years, how you be with someone you didn’t love.. it all felt surreal. What does he mean deal with me when he was the needy one? What does he mean it shouldn’t come as a shock when you thought you both cared for each other? What does he mean caught upon work, family, friends and him? HIM? What about him? He’s my best friend, Mark is just my best friend.. You finally come to terms as to what happened and you pick yourself up and go towards your phone to pick it up when you noticed it was shattered, unrepairable. You leave it be for about a week. ONE WEEK that’s how long you let yourself be in the dark alone. You let yourself believe you weren’t worthy of being out and of being happy. Someone you loved told you they never loved you. You cried, you drank, and you slept.. that’s all you did for the past 7 days. You finally pushed yourself to shower and then to eat food, slowly but surely you started picking up the pieces. You decide to leave your house to get a new phone cause you need to go back to your life. You decide to start up the phone at home, you weren’t ready to have all of those images and messages and calls pop up in front of people and break down. So that’s what you do, as the phone is loading you leave to the kitchen to make something to eat when hear your phone receive so many notifications. You’re not ready to check those notifications just yet, you leave the phone on the table as you just sit there and watch it. 

23 missed calls, 14 voicemails, over 50 messages. Those are just from one person, the one person in the world who always brings you joy and can be the light in a room full of darkness. It was your best friend Mark.. he called you every day and messaged you every little detail of what he was thinking or what he was doing in his day. He left you 2 voicemails everyday, every morning and every night but you weren’t ready to listen to any of them due to what happened the last time you received a voicemail. Either way you smiled for the first time in awhile thanks to Mark. You’re very nervous to try and reach out to Mark because you’re terrified to tell him everything that happened and you know he’ll be mad that you never called him to be by your side. At this very second your phone starts to ring.. It’s Mark, he’s probably calling you to leave his daily morning voicemail. You debate wether or not to pick up but because you wanted to hear his voice you pick up. You guess Mark got used to your voicemail that when you picked up he just started talking as if it was the inbox.. in a raspy voice (guessing he had just woken up) he says “Good morning (Y/N)! I feel like I’m going crazy not being able to hear or talk to my best friend…*long pause* comeback to me soon from wherever you disappeared to. Well let’s talk about last nights’ dream, it’s the same dream as 3 nights ago but this time our ending was a little different. I don’t know whether I should tell you or not, maybe not but please come back to m-“ . You cut him off just to say “Nooo please tell me the dream”  He seemed to be taken back for a moment, thinking he was going crazy.. “ (Y/N)… (Y/N) is that you?? Please say something!”  Of course you have to answer him it would be cruel if you didn’t. “Yes Mark it’s me- -“ He cut you off with a voice full of excitement and he seemed to be fully awake now. “Where are you? Share your location and don’t move I’m on my way!”   You share your location because he told you to and then try to tidy the apartment before he arrived. It didn’t even seem like 20 minutes later but you heard a knock at the door. You open it to see that it’s him, all you could do is cry.. His first instinct to grab you and hug you tight as if he hasn’t seen you in years.

It’s been about 10 minutes and you guys are still hugging there’s been multiple times you wanted to let go to properly hug but he just ended up grabbing you tighter. You feel safe in his arms, you feel warm. You breathed into one another making your hug that much harder to get out of. He finally lets go and you noticed the tears coming down his face and he notices you’re crying. He wipes your tears and lets out a “Finally”  all he could do is smile, he doesn’t go straight into the conversation. He leads you into your own kitchen and lets you know he brought all of your favorites. He sits you down on the couch right next to him so you wouldn’t disappear on him again. He turns to face you and realized you were looking down and he grabs your face for you to face him and looks right into your eyes and says “Now tell me what happened..” 

[lovemesomesurveys]

“she acts like summer and walks like rain”

The power goes out. What are three things that you have taken for granted? I mean, it depends how long it goes out for. I’ve only experienced that for a couple hours at most from what I can recall, so. Although, the worst to me is when it happens for any length of time during the summer because it instantly feels like a sauna in my house and it’s absolutely miserable. D: It happened a few times this past summer during a heat wave with triple digit temps... not fun. But yeah, that’s the only thing that really bothers me from my experience. I just mess around on my phone, play Animal Crossing, read, or just chill with the fam. My dad acts like it’s the end of the world lol like a couple minutes in he’s like, “what are we going to do for food?? I think we might have to get a hotel or something, we can’t stay here with no power.” lol.

Have you ever done the Polar Bear plunge on New Years? I’ve never done it and never would. Nooo thanks. I don’t swim or get into the ocean, lake, or river for one, for two, diving into freezing cold temperatures sounds horrific. It’d probably shock my body and kill me.

Name lyrics that include the word "baby" in them. “Oh baby, you got what I need, but you say I’m just a friend.”

You get to choose your middle name! It must begin with the letter H. Nah.

Have you ever had a Halloween party? Yeah. I had one when I was in like 2nd grade and invited kids from my class over. I had a few smaller, more just like hangouts, with my cousins or friend as well. The most recent was like 4 years ago. I’ve been to more Halloween parties than I’ve thrown, though. 

Would you rather have a plant cactus or venus flytrap? A cactus.

Are you better at crosswords or word searches? I love word searches. 

Would you rather have a water balloon fight or a paint ball fight? I’ve only had water balloon fights, back when I was a kid. I wouldn’t want to have either one now. Running around and getting hit with stuff just doesn’t sound fun. I don’t have the energy for all that. Also paint ball fights sound especially painful.

Do you like being told what to do? In some cases I might need a little push or can’t decide on something so I’ll sometimes ask someone what I should do. Doesn’t mean I’ll listen, but it can be helpful. I don’t like when someone tells me what to do as a command. I’m super stubborn, so being told to do something just makes me not want to do said thing even more, even if I already planned on doing it.

What would you do if you were attacked by thugs? If I was attacked by anyone I wouldn’t be able to do a whole lot.

Do you have a favorite word? I can never think of one on the spot when asked.

On what circumstances would you break up with someone? If they cheated on me I might, but I can’t say for sure. It would depend on a few things. I’d also like to think I would if there was abuse. I feel like I would, but I’ve never been in that situation and I know it’s not always that simple.

Have you ever been kicked out of a store? No.

What's your worst subject? Math was always my worst subject.

What are 3 things that make you happy? God, my family (including my doggo), and vacations.

“baby, let me be your last first kiss”

Have you ever been pampered? I get my hair done fairly regularly (not so much now... I can blame covid this year, but let’s be real the past few years I started slacking). 

Are you going to force your kids to be in activity or let them choose? I don’t want to have kids; however, IF I did, I wouldn’t force them to. I would certainly encourage and support, but it’d be their decision. If they didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t push it. It should be enjoyable for them, not torture.

Do you watch Toddler and Tiaras? Nah, I never got into that.

What was the last band t-shirt you bought? Nirvana. 

If someone asked you to go to war today, what would you say? Uh, no???

Are you passionate? I feel like I haven’t been passionate in years. Like, even things I like I don’t get as excited about like I used to. I just feel unmotivated and deflated. 

Do you usually get nervous before taking a test? Always. I had major test anxiety.

True or false : Your middle name begins with the letter J False.

Are you more comfortable in public or in your house? Most definitely in my house. This is my safe, comfortable place where I’m not judged. My self-esteem has always been crap, but these past few years it’s been even worse. I’m very self-conscious. I also just don’t like being around a lot of people. 

Do you own an old vintage typewriter? No. 

Do you hate how dogs bark every time someone comes to your house? No, I want my doggo to do that. She’s not excessive about it, though. And she’s not a little yappy dog that barks when an ant walks by lol. My neighbor’s dogs bark a lot, feels like it goes on forever and it’s annoying. 

What's a commercial that you cannot stand? I don’t pay much attention to commercials.

Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper? Dr. Pepper. 

Do you say "mate?" like Hello, mate! No.

What makes you rate a survey? I don’t rate them. I decide if I’m going to take a survey by skimming over the first few questions and seeing if they’re of interest to me and if I’ve already done it before (well, at least to see if I’ve done it recently).

“I can’t explain loneliness”

Do you drink Mountain Dew? I haven’t had it in probably like 10 years. I used to love the red and blue one. Oh, and I liked the AMP energy drinks Mountain Dew used to(?) have.

How many weddings have you been to? Three. 

When you smile, are you confident? No.

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? Yeah.

Was the weather beautiful today? It’s finally been feeling like fall, which I love.

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? Yes. During the hot months I have 3 going at all times in my room. I still have 2 of them going even though I’ve been needing a blanket now. I love it, though. If I turned them off I know I’d get warm again. I’d love to have it be cold and need a blanket year round.  Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? Out of those, I guess gray.

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? No. I dye my hair red and I just want to keep it that color.

Have you ever gone to a private school? My UC is.

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? No, but it’s cute.

Does/Did your school have a uniform? My preschool did. Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? It is on, it’s on MTV.

Does your house have security cameras? Yes.

What's your favorite Another Cinderella Story? The one with Hilary Duff.

Does a popsicle sound good right now? No. I’m not a popsicle kind of gal.

“0 of your friends are online - yup, I feel like a loser.”

Do you drink more water or juice? Definitely water. I don’t like juice, so I never drink it.

Sweater weather or tank top weather? Which do you prefer. Tank top weather all the way, no competition. I hate summer. I also don’t wear tank tops. 

Do you always carry a purse with you? Not lately. The other day was the first time I had one, well it was my Baby Yoda mini backpack, in several months.

Do you update your Facebook relationship status when it changes? It’s never changed since making my Facebook in 2008 :X Joseph and I had our thing, but it wasn’t an official relationship. If I were to get in a relationship I wouldn’t rush to make it Facebook official cause who cares, like that wouldn’t be my first thought, but I could decide to change it at some point. Ha, maybe I would do it right away cause it’d be so surprising and shocking that I’d have to share it with everyone lmao.

Have you ever kissed a Zachary? Nope.

Do you hate when people try to embarrass you? Uh, being embarrassed certainly isn’t fun... I wouldn’t want someone to purposely try and embarrass me. Do you like in October when a bunch of haunted places open up? I like October for many Halloween-related reasons, but not for ghost walks or haunted houses - those aren’t really my thing. <<< Same, I don’t do all that.

Did you tell someone you loved them today? No.

Do you watch the show Ghost Adventures? I’ve never heard of it before. I’ve heard of Ghost Hunters - my father enjoys that show. <<< Ha, my dad really likes one of those as well; I forget which one. I’ve never gotten into shows like, though. 

When it's dark, do you always tell someone to drive safe? No.  

Are you love sick? No.

Do you want your own house someday? My family and I do. We’ve only ever rented.

What color are your curtains in your bedroom? Dark blue.

Are you superstitious? I do the knock on wood thing, but I think it’s just habit now.

Is there a cat in the room you're in right now? No, I don’t have a cat.

“it only takes a second to fall in love”

Have you ever read the book The Guardian by Nicholas Sparks? Nope.

Have your parents ever said you're ruining your life by dating someone? No.

Are you excited for anything? I’m looking forward to starting my Christmas shopping.

True or false : It's past 9:22 PM True, it’s 2:43AM.

Do you hate when artist change their music? No, not necessarily. It can be cool to see them try different genres. Does your house have a doorbell? Yep.

Would you ever name your car? *shrug*

What's worse : Two-faced people or fake people? Isn’t that the same thing?

Are you wearing a necklace? No. I haven’t worn a necklace in years.

Have you ever saved someone's life? No. Do you hate when your makeup smears? I always hated how my eyeliner smudged in the corners. I say “hated”, past tense, because I haven’t worn any makeup at all in like 3 years.

Are you good at giving advice? I think I kinda used to be, but not now. I was the one friends always came to. I used to also participate on teen message boards when I was like 12-14 and tried to offer advice and resources to people when I could. Sometimes I IMed with people who needed advice, too. That’s when I knew I wanted to help people in some way and it was in high school when I discovered what psychology/ a psychologist was. I majored and got my BA in it, too... now it’s just collecting dust and I don’t want to purse it anymore....

Have you gotten into any fights within the past week? No.

How often do you go to the kitchen? I don’t know.... probably like a handful of times. 

Are you strong? Nope. Not mentally or emotionally, and certainly not physically.

“bring her back to serendipity”

When you choose your golf ball for put-put, what color do you pick? I’ve never played.

Have you ever ate the tip of a pencil? The eraser. No...

When was the last time you wore earrings? I got cute rose gold Minnie Mouse ones for Christmas last year and wore those for a couple months until they started messing with my ears for some reason. It was weird because it was like they were getting sucked into the hole? I’ve never had that happen.

You can dye your hair red or neon green. You pick? I already dye it red.

How many Juliet's do you know? I don’t know any.

What's your current mood? I don’t feel well.

What time is it? 2:55AM. Do you own any colored pants? No.

What color of eye shadow do you wear? I haven’t worn eyeshadow in several years.

Hamburger or steak? Hamburger, definitely. I don’t like steak.

When was the last time you ran through a sprinkler? Not since I was a kid.

Can you do a cartwheel? No.

Do you believe you have the perfect parents? No one is perfect, but my parents are quite amazing.

Do you own any Converse? I still have one pair. I used to have a few.

How tall are you? 5′4.

“Right now, I just wish you were here.”

Would you ever try a workout video? Or have you? Maybe a fun dance one if it involved a lot of arm movements that I could do. Do you like your ice cream in a cup or cone? It’s gotta be a cup or waffle bowl for me cause I take too long to finish my ice cream and it gets super messy otherwise. 

Are fireworks your favorite things ever? I like how pretty they are, but I definitely don’t enjoy the sound that they make. <<< Ugh, saaaame. I hate the sound.

Is your cat orange? As I’ve said, I don’t have a cat.

Is anything in the room your in striped? My Adidas have 3 stripes on both sides.

What song do you hear playing? I’m not listening to music.

Have you ever found a four leaf clover? Yeah. Back in elementary school we used to hunt for ‘em on St. Patrick’s Day.

Do you think you've been in love? I believe so. Twice.

Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet? In the 9th grade, we were required to in English class. <<< Yep.

Were you ever in the plays in school? No.

Whose eyes do you have? Pretty sure they’re my own. Haaaa. My eyes are the same color as my mom’s. 

When was the last time you bought a pair of new shoes? I haven’t bought my own in a long time. I often get a new pair for my birthday and/or Christmas from my parents, usually my dad. He’s a total shoe guy, so he likes to buy shoes quite a bit for himself and as gifts for my family and I.

How many gray shirts do you have? I don’t know; a few.

Have you ever cried because you missed someone so much? Yes. Especially after the death of loved ones.

Do you hate waiting for things? I’m very impatient. Waiting makes me nervous and anxious.

[thechampagnelovers]

Cozy mystery? That sounds intriguing...

Okay honestly I am such a nerd too I love learning things like when I was younger my biggest wish were encyclopedias I am not even kidding hahaha. And I had this obsession with gemstones and minerals and I also got this huge book for it (plus I still have my collection) and I think this my favourite part about the internet? I mean it can be overwhelming at times but it just makes learning and just getting to know stuff so much better! It also gives people less excuse to be uneducated which... always a big yes. :)

This instagram thing freaks me the fuck out I stay as far away from it as I can. So, I am so happy I don‘t have Facebook. I used to have in 2012 and deleted it in 2013/14 and I never looked back. I have great respect for anyone who still uses it tbh.

I see where you‘re coming from with that argument. I also thought that him being this horrid and unlikeable character was what made the book so good? I mean obviously he is a... piece of garbage but the challenge is to see the world through his eyes and consciously know and understand exactly why you hate it and him so much. It made me confront myself on my principles.

I think I‘ll binge read it tonight, depending on how the album makes me feel and if I will be able to sleep asjskdk. Also you‘re fics aren‘t shitty. ✋🏾

Before I even try to answer the song question, here is some blog engagement:

I don‘t like how Olivia sings either on the track you are not alone. I don’t really know her in HSM, I should try, butttt yeah... I would like a cover though! Niall ascend!!

Also have you seen this awful Harry and Geoff rumour??? It won‘t leave my dash I am crying pleaseeeeeeee also the last sentence in that ask is haunting meee. Make it stop please I am begging. 😭

Okay I can‘t ignore it any longer: Absolutely agree on: Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Ready To Run, Fireproof, What A Feeling, AM, I would. Nooo they were all good choices. 😭😭 See what we are dealing with here? I am hopeless. 😭 I‘ll add a one favourite from every album, ready to feel sorry for all the other songs when I am done: Tell Me a Lie, She‘s Not Afraid, Right Now, Change Your Ticket, End of the Day. Oh god I hate this already. :((( P.S. Could it be that Four is your fave? Just getting that ~ vibe ~. x

Cozy mystery, I know, I hope I can live up to the expectations

Omg I love that sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 how cute is that? And yeah, I totally have to agree with you

I have Facebook bc of uni, there’s a big fb group about my university where I can find info and stuff, and ofc to buy books on marketplace skjdjdjd but besides that I don’t really use it

Yeah! Exactly! You said it perfectly! That’s the beauty of reading too, it challenges you to think and reevaluate your thoughts and it expands your mind. I love how much we just agree

I can’t wait for the album drop!! I’ve seen some songs leaked but I want to wait 😔😔 and thanks omg 🥺 if you read the fic pls send an ask, doesn’t matter what time is it

THANKS FOR AGREEING WITH ME SKJDSKJD everyone loved that song and I’m 😐 sjhdjdjd I only watched a few episodes of high school musical the musical the series but she’s a pretty good actress and she sings so pretty, and I was so excited to hear this song but.... no. girl. pls. The show is okay, it’s a glee and the office mix but pg13, so take that how you want. I do want a cover tho, because the lyrics are great!! I feel a little left out bc everyone seems to like the song :/

I haven’t seen it but I think I prefer it that way dkdjdjjdjd sometimes I’m soooo glad my dash is so curated

TELL ME A LIE IS THE BEST SONG FROM UAN SKDJDJ yes I agree, also she’s not afraid SLAPS! Right now is aooo cute 🥺and I love end of the day. The only song I have to disagree is change your ticket, I don’t like it a bit 😔😔 but besides that song, you’re correct four is my fav album, it’s just perfect

[canid-slashclaw]

The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7,

Chapter 8 "Easy, son. We'll take this one step at a time. Just watch were yer walkin'," Daniel said to his son as they carried a wagon wheel over to the craftsman shed. "I'm fine, father. It would take quite a lot for my wounds to spring any leaks."

"That's what they all say until it happens. Exercise is good for mendin' the body. But the way you abuse yours, those wounds might not ever heal properly."

Kaleb helped his father hoist the massive wheel onto the augur then placed a securing pin through the vertical spindle. He looked over the array of tools then picked up one of the rawhide mallets and began vigorously tapping some wooden pegs into place.

"I'm just trying to get back into the fight, that's all. Once this thing heals, I'll be good as new," he said while pointing his thumb towards his back.

His father just shook his head and scoffed. "No question where you get your tenacity from, that's for sure."

"Hey. Once I'm done here, I would very much like to head on over to see Ulfgar. I haven't seen that old norn since before my deployment."

"He'll be delighted to see ya of course. Go right on ahead, son. I'll take care of things from here."

The elder Grimwald waved for his son to leave just as the youngest member came rushing out from the back kitchen door.

"Kaaaleeeb!"

"Katie! Hi sweetheart." His youngest sister rushed up to him then gave him a big hug.

"My goodness. You have the strength of a bear. Did some norn kid slip some animal spirit ale in your drink?" Kaleb laughed as he spun his youngest sister around. Within seconds, he winced in pain forgetting that the war wound was still quite painful.

But in spite of his injuries, he made absolutely sure to hold onto Katie as he gently brought her down to the ground.

"Awww. Does it still hurt? You don't need to spin me around if it hurts you."

He knelt down to look her in the eyes. "You don't hurt me one bit. I'm just a big, dumb brother who sometimes forgets his own limits sometimes. Isn't that right dad?"

Daniel smiled and waved to his youngest daughter then beckoned for her to come to him.

"C'mon, darlin'. Wanna help me fix up a wagon?"

She nodded then ran off to greet her father. Kaleb headed back inside to get into some better attire.

Several things had changed in the Grimwald household since Kaleb was away. For one, their family was one of the first to have indoor plumbing with hot and cold running water. And secondly, Rachel was taking a serious interest in attending one of the Asuran colleges in Rata Sum.

The warm shower felt so relaxing against his skin. A days' worth of grit and grime all washed away in a matter of minutes plus he never had to leave the house.

Warmth. He missed that sensation when she held his hands those five months ago. Her smile, although not human, was enough to bring a glow to his heart. Those amber eyes... how he longed for a chance to stare into them more deeply.

Kaleb closed his eyes as the steaming water streamed down his face. He could see her feline form lying on the bed, grooming herself. His mind began to wander, imaging other possibilities.

How would it be possible?

He pondered as he could feel his manliness rise to its fullest potential.

How would we be able to...

"Kaaaleeb. How long are you going to be in the bathroom?"

"Ahhh! Wait! Hold on just a minute Katie. I've gotta get dressed."

Jeese! Can't a man be left alone for just five minutes to contemplate carnal thoughts?

***

Kaleb headed to his familiar haunt, the Jotun's Corpse. If there was anyone in town who had connections to getting in touch with Amalthia, it would be him.

As he walked through the doors and towards his favorite barstool, he was immediately greeted by the mountainous norn who gave him the biggest, but one of the gentlest, bear hugs he had ever experienced.

"Welcome back to the lodge, boy! If I didn't know better, I swear I was looking at another norn."

"It's good to see you too, Ulf. So what makes you say that?"

"My boy. Tales of your ferocious battle have reached all the way to this humble watering hole. Normally I reserve bragging rights for myself, but today is your day."

The old norn grabbed a large copper goblet and spoon then started rapping the base of the drinking vessel with all his might. Everyone immediately took notice as the thunderous echo of his voice resonated throughout the tavern.

"Here ye. Here ye! Good denizens of Claypool. A newly minted town legend has returned and is standing before you today in these very halls. Kaleb Grimwald, a boy whom I knew since he was a wolf pup, has returned from a great battle and I am here to tell everyone of his heroic deeds."

"For it was those many months ago that he, and four of his bravest comrades faced and army of thousands of ravenous centaurs who were bent upon their total destruction. Did they falter?" Ulfgar paused then inclined his ear to the audience.

"NOoo!" The patrons shouted in unison.

"Did they shirk their duties?"

"NOo!"

"Were they victorious?"

"YESss!"

Kaleb stood there looking like a midget, compared to the norn, and just smiled. He knew that Ulfgar's days of adventure were long behind him and being able to tell a vicarious tale helped the old norn return to his glory days.

After the highly embellished account was finished and the merrymaking festivities had subsided, Kaleb sat down on his ever-familiar stool then soaked up as many lagers as his body could handle. He waited for a break in the revelry before asking the shaman about how to get in touch with a certain someone.

The old norn could sense that Kaleb had a question to ask so he went over and waved for the patrons nearby to leave. With the two of them sitting side-by-side Ulfgar folded his massive arms and smiled.

"What's on your mind, lad? You've got that I've-got-a-favor look on your face."

Kaleb knew that whenever Ulfgar referred to him as 'lad' it was on a much more serious and heartfelt note.

"First, I wanted to thank you for boasting about my heroic tale. And second, the numbers were just a wee bit inflated. It was hundreds of centaurs, not thousands."

"Bah. Just numbers. The people here know of your deeds and that is what they appreciate the most. Anyway, what was it that you really wanted to tell me?"

Kaleb traced the top of his stein with his left index finger before downing a draught. "Our suppliers were a couple of charr. The owner's daughter was the one who saved our lives. I just wanted to get in touch with her."

"Charrs, eh? Give me names, boy. That would be a good start."

"Let's see. The daughter's name is Amalthia. She has no last name since she's a gladium. And her father's name is Ludrick Crushsomethingorother."

"Crushblow! Centurion Ludrick Crushblow of the Fifty-First Blood Legion Brigade. Now that's a name I haven't heard mentioned by anyone in ages."

"So you know him?"

"Know him. Boy, he and I used to hang out all the time back during our great hunts. Every other week back when I lived just outside Hoelbrak, we could get together at the local pub and exchange some amazing tales. He's a good soul, lad. Don't let his fearsome appearance deceive you. He will stand by those who have honorable hearts," Ulfgar smiled as he took another drink.

"He always seemed like a grumpy old charr to me. But then, I never really got a chance to know him on a personal level like I did his daughter."

"Is that so? Well, what I can tell you is that there is more to him then you can possibly imagine. But in time, and if you are patient, you will learn these things."

"I hope to be that patient. By the way, what do you know about his daughter Amalthia?"

"Not much, I'm afraid. She was sent off to a fahrar before I really had a chance to know her. What I do know is that she was exiled from her warband for being unable to save one of her bandmates. It was supposedly due to her small physical size. Her warband leader blamed her for the death of their comrades and cast her out when she was nineteen. She's been living with her sire ever since."

"What about her mother? Amalthia mentioned her several times and in a none-too-good light I might add."

Kaleb downed the rest of his stein.

"Siri Blastfuse. Now that's a dam who has a heart as cold as Jormag itself. My advice - never cross her path."

"That bad, huh? I do know that Amalthia mentioned her mother more than once when listing off the negative things that went on in her life. She must have been a real bitch."

"Aaww. Now don't go insulting wolves that way, boy. My mother was Wolf Clan."

Kaleb looked at him sheepishly. "My apologies. I think the lager is taking effect. But I understand if you are unable to get in touch with her."

"No worries, lad. I'll find a way of keeping you and her in contact with each other."

"Good. If you can, I have a letter here that I've already written to her. If you can find a way, I would really appreciate it if you could forward it to her."

Kaleb handed the old norn a sealed envelope.

Tucking it into his shirt pocket, Ulfgar responded. "Consider it done, lad."

Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Kaleb tried to steady himself as he got up from his stool.

"Oh. One other thing... where is the nearest library?"

For the first time in their many years of knowing each other, Ulfgar was completely dumbstruck by the question. He scratched his beard for a moment with his fingers while pondering the question.

"Only one I know of is at the center of town. Why are you needin' a library for anyway?"

"Um. Learning new cooking recipes for when I get back into the army?"

"I think you've had too many lagers, boy. Go home to your folks and sleep it off. I promise it will all be better in the morning."

[fallingin-like]

november 28

right side of rock bottom by @littlespooneven [requested by @foxsoulcourt​ and @sig66​]

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

a wonderful fic that follows andrew and neil, post-canon as they grow closer and learn how to love each other. this is sweet and so lovely to read, with insightful moments of introspection.

this is a stunning fic, it is comforting and soft and feels like coming home on a cold night. there is tenderness and pain and we get to see the happy ending, but most importantly, all the work that was put into it. it was so nice seeing the boys learn about themselves and each other.

parts i really enjoyed:

”andrew gave no reaction whatsoever as he continued to pack up his own wardrobe” uhh we can call this growth right? i’m definitely going to call it growth. their deal is over, and aaron is allowed to do what he wants. i bet he feels relief, but i wonder if he also feels loss? i can’t imagine having someone sacrifice so much for you

”he didn’t actually expect kevin to take any action to build a relationship with wymack beyond telling the truth” ooh i feel neil on this. kevin and wymack both seem like they would be awkward but trying their best. the one thing i can definitely imagine is having wymack tell stories of kayleigh, with kevin utterly enraptured, wanting to learn more about who she was and what she was like. kevin’s lost so much family, but he’s also gained so much too.

”do you really trust coach that much?” i think that wymack is probably the one adult male figure that andrew trusts

”they’re not staying away for the full month because kevin will no doubt have a breakdown at some stage - be it about exy, wymack, riko, or all three” yeah, sounds about right

”neil steers the cart around the supermarket while andrew seems to be picking items at random off the shelf and dumping them in the cart” this is so interesting to me for some reason! i think that andrew is such a complicated character, i’d love to know what’s going through his mind, if what he’s choosing is actually as random as neil thinks

”instead he has a team and a future and a home and andrew. (the last two might be interchangeable)” !!!!!! amazing

”neil has always known andrew is perceptive but it’s still a shock that he not only noticed but also cared enough to give neil this” ugh, neil and andrew are so good for each other, i’m so glad that andrew finally has someone that knows him well enough and recognizes how purposeful and thought out everything he does is. and neil just needs someone that can keep him safe, someone that he can trust after all this time of being alone

”’where do you want me?’ he asks, deciding to just bite the bullet and ask questions he wants the answer to rather than dancing around the issue. he’s long since learned that the only way he and andrew work is through unyielding, brutal honesty” i love this aspect of their relationship so much, clearly laying out their boundaries to prevent miscommunication and understand each other better

the whole part where neil and andrew make a new deal is amazing. the pinky promise, the way that neil knows andrew so well “he tries to sound disinterested and he mostly succeeds but neil knows better now. he knows andrew doesn’t speak unless he wants to, doesn’t ask unless he’s interested in the answer” and “it sounds cold when andrew says it but the slight pause before he speaks and the way his pinky finger is twisted around neil’s in a death grip gives him away. he needed neil to say it out loud, neil knows he did” oh, it’s just so so perfect and fitting of them

”he skips the warm welcome in favour of interrogating them both about what training they’ve been doing” HAH i expected nothing less from kevin

oh woah that was a really good and smooth transition between point of views. also i love reading from andrew’s perspective, there’s so much that he keeps inside and so many things he notices without mentioning

”he’s completely unaware of the effect he has on people. andrew is certain if nicky were here right now he’d probably be salivating over the easy confidence in neil’s slouch and his tousled hair from driving home with the windows down” I LIKE THIS. neil is really observant, but also super oblivious

”it’s ironic, he thinks, that the boy who was so dead-set on his own future being cut short is the person that’s making andrew think a future might be possible” what a glorious sentence

”and firmly quashes the little flicker of excitement that builds in his own chest at the thought of getting back on the court after two weeks away” !! this is growth ladies and gentlemen and everyone else

”but then neil will wake with a start at the slightest noise or shift on the bed and andrew will remember he’s not the only one dealing with trauma” this whole section is amazing and really shows why they’re such a good fit together, why they understand each other more than anyone else could

”he’s the only fox that hasn’t made a comment about the two of them since everyone found out. probably because if he did say something it would be about how difficult it is to be a gay sports star and then andrew would choke him again” LOL this is really funny. but also, i wonder what kevin really is thinking? maybe he’s more perceptive than we think he is and can recognize how miserable both andrew and neil were when they joined the foxes and how content they are now with each other. or maybe he really is just afraid of the consequences. i doubt any of the other foxes would participate in night practices with him haha

andrew! trusting! neil! and! kevin! enough! to! fall! asleep! in! a! car! with! them!!!!!!!

my heart breaks hearing andrew’s struggles with his sexuality. i just wish things were better ;-;

”andrew is scathing in his remarks, making comments under his breath every few minutes about how stupid the main character is or why a joke isn’t funny” oh i want so badly to watch a movie with andrew now

”andrew’s foot persistently prodding his leg makes him look up. ‘where’d you go?’” THIS LEVEL OF PERCEPTION AND UNDERSTANDING OF EACH OTHER. ANDREW IS WATCHING THE MOVIE ENOUGH TO MAKE COMMENTS BUT KNOWS THE SECOND WHEN NEIL SPACES OUT

russian boys!

”’to the house in columbia?’ neil asks, perplexed.” i love neil josten and also this would definitely be me too lol

”neil clears a path through the crowd with andrew at his back, holding the tray high above his shoulder to avoid any drinks sloshing over the sides of the glasses” lol andrew is so short i bet it’s still around shoulder height of a lot of the people there

”he’s decided that andrew looks beautiful in every light - in the neon of the club, in the grey of the clouds on top of fox tower, in the flashing orange of passing headlights. the darkest, shadowy boy he knows is the most blinding spot of brightness in neil’s life” this is the softest thing in the world!!! i love how andrew and neil both think that each other’s presence in their life is ironic/contrasting in a way

THE THANK YOU’S. YOU’RE KILLING ME 

ohmygoodness i forgot that psu has to pay for a full bus for the foxes and they’re so spread out that everyone gets a whole bench to themself

they sleep on each other on the bus!! that is so adorable

”staring at his own reflection with a haunted look in his eyes” oh neil nooo

”i was just thinking… of all the marks on my body… not a single one was my choice” and then BOOM THE TATTOO IDEA YES

a safety pin. oh it’s so good. as much as i’m fond of the idea of keys because that’s so cute, it’s also been done a lot. i love the idea behind the tattoo, neil has obviously put some thought into it and it’s so special

andrew and his bad day. you handled this so well, i love your descriptions of andrew, and how neil knows how much space to give him, knows to trust andrew to make the right call and tell him if something happens.

”because we want to and we feel safe; not because one of us is hurting or panicking. i don’t want every time i hold you to be us trying to forget” I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THIS

ANDREW TATTOOS A SAFETY PIN TOO AHHHHHHHHHH

this is such a beautiful fic, i loved so many parts of this fic. you did an absolutely amazing job at portraying the relationship between andrew and neil in a way that was realistic and made me appreciate them even more (which i didn’t know was possible). you really explored not just how much they trust each other, but why they are able to trust each other. your characterization was spot on, but also i loved seeing how being together made the boys softer and happier. the flow of this fic was wonderful, the balance between quieter, calm moments, times when it was more of a struggle, and interactions with other characters kept the fic interesting. thank you so much for writing this!

[brightsun-and-darkmidnight]

Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 28 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING:  M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Alicia's Birthday

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

As the night unfolded to the the time for relaxation, it seemed as if he could not keep his eyes from Alicia.

Loki did stay in the bedroom with a book and made her relax in the bath with an Asgardian "bath bomb." When she was done she used the door shared with her walk in closet. She put on light blue lingerie with a white silk robe loosely tied. The bright light from her vanity helped her with the skin care routine. She let her hair loose from a hair clip making the dramatic waves cascade down wonderfully. 

"A little makeup to even the skin tone would be nice…" Alicia played with her hair as she brushed it. She scoffed as she looked at herself, "of course... I didn't look this good when I left the tower… thanks to Emma I was presentable." She huffed as she opened the door to the bedroom.

Alicia's eyes adjusted poorly to the dim lights of candles around the room. She had to blink a few times because the drastic change in lighting was unexpected. She was able to identify the flickering candles easily then the illuminated pale skin of Loki.

Loki was laid out on the bed. The sheets covered his waist down but Alicia could see his muscles, dark hair, his eyes that seemed to darken at the sight of her. Loki's bright teeth made the warmth in her belly grow. Loki beckoned her to approach and she obeyed.

Alicia laughed as she shuffled her feet, "Loki.. I can't see."

Loki's voice was amused and teasing, "I made sure the floor was cleared."

"How romantic to protect my toes." Alicia rolled her eyes and with his poorly hidden smile she knew he had a plan.

"You seem stressed."

Alicia huffed, "nooo. With my toes in the safety of the God of Mischief I have nothing to worry about." Alicia stopped at the bedside and glanced at the end table. There was sex lube but what got Alicia really excited was the massage oils and lotion.

Loki's deep voice seemed excited, "Let me relax you."

Alicia moved onto the bed as she parted her robe and let it fall. "Does this relaxation include a massage?" 

Loki gestured to the nightstand with lubrications. "As you can see this is going to be a very thorough massage… of every muscle."

She giggled as Loki eased her under him, "so… some of it is going to be your favorite game after all."

"Your muscles are going to need massaged after I am done with you." 

With a low growl, Loki caught her lips and then when she needed air he nipped down her neck. His rough grabs were hesitant but Alicia urged him for more between gasps for air. He bit her but never broke skin like the first time he lost control. Alicia was not upset when her clothes disappeared in a shimmer. He did not savor his time with foreplay as usual, but entered her quickly. She gasped but immediately fell into pleasure from his rough thrusts, bites, and pinches. Her own hands clawed his back and fingers gripped muscles or tangled in his hair to pull him closer. She sucked on his skin with the occasional bite through loud pleased sounds. She tried desperately to keep her mind functioning enough to kiss him. Loki devoured her mouth and overpowered her tongue, even nipping it with a rumble in his chest.

Alicia orgasmed with a loud sound but Loki kept ravishing her.

She scrambled her mind back but Loki kept up his rough pace. She felt wonderful, she already ached and knew bruises adorned her. No one has ever made her feel this way so fast but Loki was a God. He could easily break her but his exercise of control is what she loved the most, this is the reason she trusted him.

Loki stopped momentarily to turn her onto her stomach. Alicia gasped as her hips were pulled back and he resumed roughly fucking her. She was jelly at this point and could do nothing but moan, scream his name, and cry out in pleasure. Her hands fisted the pillow as she reached completion too many times to process. She was too sensitive right now. Her inside ached and her clit was swollen it felt like it was throbbing.

She tiredly moaned his name with a murmur of, "yellow."

Loki removed his hands from her to rest on the sides of her body as he pressed his chest to her backside. He went into a completely different pace and Alicia groaned into the pillow at the relaxing sensation and the change of treatment. Alicia's hands relaxed for a moment as they welcomed his hands. She sighed his name as her muscles began to tighten again. He kissed her shoulder with hot puffs of air dancing on her skin. She was exhausted and her mind was lost as relief washed over her body again.

Loki's hand tightly held hers and she felt him explode inside with his release. He moaned with heavy breaths and she felt him lay beside her. She glanced at him as she tried to roll over but he put his hand firmly on her lower back.

"I am not done with you yet." Loki wet his lips and his hand searched for a bottle on the end table. He grabbed one and glanced at it before tossing it off the bed. "I assume you are done with sex?"

Alicia hummed as she held the pillow to her body and got comfortable to ease some aches. Her eyes closed in happiness as she felt Loki's hands were on her back and massaged the already loose muscles but the aches from the previous methods felt heavenly. Loki's seder from his hands roamed over her body easily with the help of the lotion.

Alicia's voice was too relaxed, "That have Asgardian... whatever in it?"

Loki's voice was a nice sound, relaxing and comforting. "You seem used to the Asgardian healing now."

"Yeah… Emma heals me all the time... It's like your seder is sticking to me where the lotion is."

"It is."

Alicia pleasurably sighed as his fingers worked at her ankles then heels. She did not dare comment on her feet being massaged by a prince. His deft fingers worked amazing on sore muscles of her feet. 

Loki continued massaging her entire body until his touches became almost nonexistent. His finger ran along her side that sent relaxing sensations through her. Alicia was loose and boneless, she was sprawled out on the bed and was on the brink of sleep. Loki pulled her to his chest as he laid.

"I am glad I used regular lotion. Actual massaging oils and we would have needed to clean everything."

Alicia's voice was slurred and low, "I cant believe a princess-prince massaged my feet."

Loki grumbled, "Yeah..Let's not talk about that." His fingers danced over the spot he just pinched because or her recurring joke.

Alicia snorted. "I can make that deal. I'll just shove my feet in your face instead of asking nicely."

Alicia heard him mumble, "they better be freshly cleaned." Loki's head rested on hers, "you have an eventful day tomorrow too. Go to sleep, Love."

Alicia hummed as she nestled into him more, "You planned more?"

Loki chuckled into her hair, "not exactly. Do not fret until tomorrow. "

Loki had breakfast ordered first thing so they could wake up, get ready for their eventful day, and share a breakfast. Loki also ordered a small lunch for the plane ride to the tower. Alicia teased him without pause about the fact he could have ordered food on the way to their house yesterday, that he did not have to flaunt her engagement ring.

Loki did not put up any argument other than, "you are mine."

She gave him a smile and teasing tone, "you are mine."

Once they were close Loki blindfolded Alicia and ordered her to be quiet. She giggled as she tried to figure out where she was but Loki kept her disoriented by spinning her occasionally. Loki pulled her to their floor in the tower; walked her around, twirled her and spun with her until they were in the kitchen.

Loki glanced at the group waiting and calmly announced, "We are here."

"Okay… where is here?"

The silent room bubbled with excitement, especially the children. Loki seen Kevin going to speak but Susan knew what was going to happen and covered his mouth, there was still a muffled protest. The room remained silent otherwise with a few stifles of laughter and the biggest smile from Alicia. However, when he took the blindfold off there was a chorus of, "surprise! Happy birthday!"

Alicia thanked them all, then her head went to the quick approaching children. She knelt down as Justin and Emily explained they all planned it. Alicia hugged the children then Susan and a few others, laughing about the little slip up with Kevin.

The children had coloring books, plain paper as well as the utensils needed. They made sure to get Alicia a set of colored utensils and a simple collection of drawing pencils as a gift. She thanked them with even more hugs and rushed them to a table to draw.

Emily spoke up, "Mommy told us you like to draw things."

Alicia paused for a moment to smile, "That is true."

Justin glanced at Alicia's drawing of a park with many people and typical animals seen in the nearby park. "How long have you been drawing?"

Alicia stopped to look at the children with a thoughtful expression, "probably since I could hold things. It has always been a favorite thing to do." Alicia smiled at Kevin scribbling odd things on paper. 

Emily put effort into drawing a cat, her tongue sticking out before she stated, "I want to be a good drawer too."

Alicia kept drawing, "Practice and practice. I would draw everyday until my hand hurt, just so my pictures could tell stories."

Justin questioned, "What is your favorite thing to draw?"

Alicia's lips pulled into a smile… "currently young children and babies."

Justin put his elbows on the table, "So like….. are you ever going to give me a cousin?"

Susan was discussing the tower with Tony but jumped head first into the conversation, "yeah! I want a niece, or nephew -I don't care! I just want one." Alicia and Susan held a bond between them that stems from deeper roots than most blood.

Loki could not take his eyes off of Alicia she was his shining guide through his life…

Loki felt his smile return when Alicia gave him a look, a smile pulling her lips as well. Just thinking about her carrying his child gave him a sense of pride in his chest. Loki's eyes went to Susan who clapped loudly with a serious look.

Loki offered his input, "I think there might be one in the future." 

"How do you know this? Did she do the thing?????"

Alicia put her hand up with a wave to stop, the children did not know of her visions and no one else needed to know. Susan calmed down a bit but the smile was not contained, with the clasp of hands and a quick tap of feet... Loki knew Susan was thrilled about the child. 

Alicia shrugged before speaking, "Yeah the thing kinda happened… Gosh I looked worse than you did after Justin." Alicia grinned at Susan with a little pat on her arm.

Susan nudged into Alicia's hand, "ya know it gets easier with the more you have."

Alicia tilted her head towards Loki, "Don't. Please don't encourage him."

Michael, Susan's husband, spoke up with a sense of dread, "does he have Susan's interest as well?"

Alicia spoke dryly, "Thoroughly."

Loki chuckled with a shrug, making Susan boast in laughter.

Michael excitedly spoke up with a gesture, "You can have plenty of practice caring for children with these ones."

Alicia grinned, "Yes. Loki needs to know what he is wishing upon himself."

Loki was called by Thor to talk with the others and left Alicia and her family for a little. Their laughter could be heard wherever he went in the room, but then it was silent for a while. Loki glanced at the drawing table where Jane was drawing with them, seeming to be teaching the kids something as they listened and watched Jane's hand move quickly. 

Thor watched with interest as well, insisting Jane was a good teacher and he was excited to watch her teach their own child. Tony made it a contest of how his own child was going to be the smartest next generation hero. Pepper wasted no time with stating if her child became a hero, ALL of the current Avengers would be ended by Pepper's doing.

Tony gave the woman a long face, "Come on Pep, who is going to teach her?"

Pepper sternly replied, "No."

Thor clapped Loki's shoulder, "it is up to us then."

Loki smiled widely, "I count on having many children."

Tony rolled his eyes, "Yes, because we need more Gods fighting each other."

Loki felt a little hand pulling at his pants prompting him to turn slowly. Emily was there with a big smile as she gave him a paper with a drawing on it. Loki's heart enlarged as he told the young child how much he loved it. Loki was not sure exactly what kind of animal it was but the drawing was adorable in an odd way. Tony questioned where his own was and Emily rolled her eyes, told him to wait and she would do something.

Tony stared at the girl as she ran to the table stating she definitely got her mother's and Alicia's personality. Eventually the others in the room received drawings as well but Emily did them quickly and thus the results were not up to Loki's gift.

The family members were given menus to pick food from for their dinner. The children could not contain how cool it was to have options for food instead of the horrible cooking of their parents. Thus, making everyone laugh and enticed teasing between everyone of who's cooking was the worst.

Alicia went to Loki with a smile as she genuinely asked about the picture. Loki told her he loved it and he rarely received pictures like Emily's. Alicia laughed and stated there were plenty more on the way and she was right. Loki had a pile of images before the family left and everyone had to get ready for the party Tony planned.

During the party, Alicia was wished a happy birthday by many but she kept Loki by her side and she showed him off as the best gift as a "wonderful fiance." Loki smiled proudly when people started talking about how happy both of them looked. 

During a little time to themselves among the outskirts of the room Loki listened to Alicia tell him he was the best for him. That everyone was just going to have to be left with fantasies of him. She winked and told him that the "Dark Prince" chats are very interesting.

Loki nearly drowned himself with his beverage as he began to laugh immediately at her sudden sinful thoughts. He coughed a few times, "you still look at those?"

Alicia shrugged, "when I am bored."

Loki rolled his eyes, "you say I am ridiculous."

Alicia grinned, "did I ever say I was not?"

Loki smiled, "I think there was that one time."

Alicia cupped his face, "I love to see this smile. And I hope I never forget…"

Loki held her hands, "You talk as if you are going to lose your sight."

"If I need to stay in them for a long time… I will. Without Emma to help I would be doomed."

Loki saw her look at him and focusing hard then her eyes wander off and she squinted and blinked. "You… how do you see now?"

Alicia met his eyes then nervously smiled, "everything is...fuzzy." She looked towards the window, led him outside and leaned on the railing. With her head tilted high she did not smile, there was no emotion. Then her lips turned down and she looked at Loki as she grabbed his hand. "There are more important things to remember… Besides, it's just far off things I can't see."

Knowing she valued the color variations throughout the day Loki gestured to the sky, "Can you see anything up there?"

Her eyes searched the night sky and then she looked directly at the full moon, "yes.. The big things."

Loki held her close, arm around her shoulder and hand cradled her head, "I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to worry about. In my visions I remember and I see so perfectly but...I'm ahead of everyone. I can only slow down till about 10 seconds before everyone. I want to experience things together more than keep my eyesight." Alicia sighed and retreated from the embrace, "put on your best smile, and let's go celebrate… I want to show off my fiance and see everyone's faces."

Loki smiled and gently pushed hair back to expose an earring. She was his but today he could be hers. They were each other's to have so long as the future would allow. They had a wonderful future… a child. Maybe more? Loki smiled into the kiss. They said those 3 words at the same time.

"I love you."

[wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey]

Gotham 4x12 (*shrieks* SPOILERS)

Before we begin can I just say that Bruce better shape the heck up by the end of this episode and apologize to Alfred. And Harvey and Jim better make up

-Jim goes into a "respectable establishment" and I keep missing the name of the guy he is looking for because I keep getting distracted by his rough voice

-Oh Waaaait he was looking for Harvey :( he misses his brother :(

-aaah the birth of Poison Ivy. Tag yourself I am both the guy who says what the and the girl who is like DON'T TOUCH IT YOU FOOL

-NOOOO Alfred is haunting a diner because he has nowhere to go because my poor stupid lost son Bruce kicked him out

-sidenote: as cool as Jim's voice is, Alfred's voice is 10000000 times cooler

-uh oh these fools are gonna pick on Alfred. They are sooo going to regret that

-Lee being a leader and telling the people of the Narrows that they need to band together is da best and

-I like Ivy's voice too...OMG she just turned a guy into mOSS

-ALFRED SCHOOLING THE THUGS IN BRITISH LITERATURE IS EVERYTHING BUT THEN

"Wallet, watch, jewelry"

"Absolutely NOT. I mean, you're a big man, but you're out of shape. And what, you're three beers in already?" BAHAHAHAHA THEN HE JUST DESTROYS HIM

-the other guys are lucky that Jim shows up before Alfred can rearrange their faces too

-AAAAAH NOO THE LOOK ON ALFRED,S FACE WHEN JIM ASKS IF BRUCE IS WITH HIM :( he is upset and almost ashamed looking (maybe for Bruce? Or for himself because he wasn't able to father/guide/guard Bruce like he wanted to? UGH

-Alfred trying to be like yeah it's not such a terrible place to live, rent is cheap, and Jim's face and inflection of one in "You live here?" It's just like wtf happened when I was busy being hoodwinked by Sofia?!

-Ed being super impressed by Lee is my favorite thing look at his smile

-BOMB

-OMG WAIT WE HADN'T EVEN REACHED THE TITLE CARD YET THIS EPISODE IS GONNA BE LIT

-Lucius Fox is super brilliant I love him

-Jim is worried about whatever the heck is going on with the Alfred and Bruce situation and he promises to call Alfred and gives him a pat on the back and it just kills me because look Alfred is a bit of a recluse and for the past few years has lived almost solely for Bruce Wayne and like does he have any friends really? He has nowhere to go and no one to talk to :( please remember to call him, Jim

-LOOK I KNOW IT WON'T FREAKING LAST BECAUSE GOTHAM HATES LETTING US HAVE NICE THINGS BUT I LOVE ED SUPPORTING LEE AND I LOVE HIM PACING THE FLOOR FURIOUS THAT SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL HER (

-MY NAME IS BUTCH. BUTCH GILZEAN. OOPS

-omg Alfred is now the hero of the Narrows diner lol getting free drinks and the guy who just tried to mug him is like MAD RESPECT dude like you ran into a burning building to save people you ROCK and Alfred is like ?? ? Right, um, friends?? Aww and shares a drink with him

-Alfred then notices the waitress has a bruise on the side of her head. That she lies about. Someone is going down later, I can sense it

-lol Lucius and Jim on the case

L: you got a hunch

J: no, just a bad feeling

*creepy toy moves and makes a noise*

J: of course I'd happily be wrong

L, in a tone of the utmost disgust: who buys these things

-LUCIUS IS SO dONE WITH ALMOST GETTING MURDERED BY TOYS

-young guy: I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT MY FATHER WAS DOING

Jim, in THE flattest voice imaginable: there's a machine gun built into the wooden hand of this nutcracker here. Excuse me if I find that hard to believe

-ivy waking up in a new body with new powers and the first thing she does is find a sparkly dress and open a pint of ice cream nice

-uh-oh, wayne enterprises had a gas leak, betcha Ivy's gonna go after the company later!

-after she goes a after the sirens?! Wait does she hate all of them or does she remember that Selina is her friend?

-this girl is in love with Alfred's accent and I'm like SAME

-also I can promise you that Alfred is fixing to beat up the girl's abuser just watch

-EXCUSE YOU GOTHAM HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY OVER ALFRED'S FRIENDSHIP WITH AND LOYALTY TO THOMAS WAYNE UGH MY HEART I NEED 575498 FANFICS ABOUT THIS AND I ALSO NEED BRUCE TO SHAPE THE HECK UP AND SEE EXACTLY HOW MUCH HE HAS HURT ALFRED AND HOW HIS DAD WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED IN HIM FOR THIS NOT FOR THE OTHER STUFF AND WHYYYY I CAN'T THE FEELS

-UGH HE TRIED ALFRED TRIED :(

-Lucius, sees poison ivy flourishing in a dead man's body: fASCINATING

Me: ... ... ..Gotham is a strange place with strange people

-OMG BRUCE IS BEING A COMPLETE IDIOT AND SELINA IS LIKE WHAT THE HELL. WHAT THE ACTUAL F. BRUCE WHAT ARE YOU DOING UGH

SHE SEES HIM AND SHE KNOWS HIM AND SHE KNOWS THIS IS LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE OF THE TYPE OF PERSON HE IS IN HIS HEART AND SOUL I HOPE SHE CALLS HIM OUT EVERY DAY TILL HE WAKES UP

-I can't stand drunk stupid Bruce who seems to think acting like a fool is gonna make him forget all the terrible things that have happened to him. I feel bad for him but good gravy son this cannot stand. At the same time I can see how this idiot playboy period of his life will ruin any conception people (maybe especially Jim) have of him as an intelligent, competent, intense young man who they might suspect of being the Batman

-Jim goes to Barbara for info, because that always turns out well

-OMG OMG OMG THAT ABUSIVE BOYFRIEND FRAMED ALFRED FOR MURDER WHAAAT HE KILLED HIS GIRLFRIEND AND THEN FRAMED ALFRED NOOO AND THE GIRL WAS SO SWEET OH MAN ALFRED IS GONNA BE DESTROYED OH GOSH HE JUST WANTED TO HELP

-IF JIM THINKS FOR ONE SECOND THAT ALFRED ACTUALLY DID THIS I'LL PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE

-I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW

-OKAY I THINK JIM IS GONNA TRY TO HELP HIM

-WAIT ALFRED JUST PEACED OUT THE HECK IF THEY WERE GONNA TAKE HIM TO THE STATION ON SUSPICION OF MURDER WHY WEREN'T THEY GUARDING HIM. WHY DIDN'T THEY PUT HIM IN HANDCUFFS. IDIOTS

-aww Butch still loves Tabby

-BAHAHAHAHA I'M CRYING ED IS NOW LEE'S HYPE MAN MAKES UP INTRODUCTORY RIDDLES FOR HER LOL

-JIM'S FACE WHEN HE SEES THAT LEE IS THE DOC

-LOL ED CREEPS UP ON JIM AND STARTLES THE HECK OUT OF HIM

Jim: I should bust you right now

Ed: yeah yeah whatevs look your ex is awesome and I'm on her side now surprise

Jim: someone hired krank the toymaker to kill her

Ed: Krank? That is sooo Gotham

BAHAHAHAHAHA

-I love Jim and I love Lee and the angst between them now hurts so bad but...I don't see them getting back together and marrying...because Jim can be a knucklehead and Lee doesn't have patience for that. UGH WHYYY. maybe it will be this bittersweet thing where they will always be good friends and remember what might have been...or years and years and years down the road they might marry...but not now :(

-lol Ed in the background like um guys I am standing right here? Maybe don't talk about me like I'm in another room? Lol

-btw what is up with Ed's hair xD

-waaaaaait a second....

-OMG ALFRED IS GONNA MURDER THE KILLER BOYFRIEND OH NO HE IS OUTNUMBERED

-HELL YES!!! HARVEY TO THE RESCUE!!!!!!!! SORRY IT TOOK HIM SO LONG HE WAS IN THE JOHN

-Harvey: I love bar-tending, it involves two of my favorite things--drinking and ignoring people

HARVEY THAT'S NOT HOW THAT WORKS

-BLESS YOU THOUGH HARVEY I LOVE YOU THABKS FOR SAVING ALFRED'S BACON

-OH GEE IVY IS SUPER DANGEROUS NOW AND SUPER CRAZY

-OH BOY OH MAN OH GOSH YUP ED'S ALTER EGO THE RIDDLER HIRED THE GUY TO KILL LEE I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN

-JIM SHOWS UP TO SAVE ED BUT ED'S A STRESSED MESS AND HONESTLY THE WHOLE LONE WOLF THING SOUNDS DUMB AND JIM IS LIKE HUH YOU SURE ABOUT THAT

-OF ALL THE BEER HALLS IN THE CITY, HUH? (I love Harvey so much) aww he is drinking to the lady with Alfred my heart

-NOOOOOOOOO JIM AND HARVEY NOOO

Jim: I've missed you

Harvey: well I haven't missed you. Haven't missed begging you not to do something just to watch you go ahead and do it anyway. Haven't missed watching you bang Falcone's daughter while she uses you to get rid of Penguin

Alfred: *shifting in his seat* THIS IS SO AWKWARD

-UGH HARVEY IS LIKE YOU DON'T WANT ME AS A COP YOU WANT SOMEONE TO CONFESS TO YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR PRIEST

AND JIM IS LIKE...HOW ABOUT ALL THOSE THINGS AND A FRIEND *HANGS HEAD IN SADNESS*

ALFRED CONTINUES TO DRINK AND WISH HE WAS ANYWHERE ELSE

LOOK THERE IS ANGST AND THERE IS ANGST AND I AM DONE WITH SOME OF THEM GIMME THE HARVEY/JIM BROTP BACK I MISS MY BROTHER COPS

-IN CONCLUSION ALFRED AND BRUCE ARE STILL ON THE OUTS AND SO ARE JIM AND HARVEY EVERYTHING HURTS