#I'm only allowed soft foods which is annoying

[detectivemcqueen]

(My ice cream order just got in. Time for some sweet throat relief.)

[missshirophantom]

I love your yandere Sebastian Solace so much <3 could you make a request on him having female reader in his shop after kidnapped the reader from her journey on getting the crystal to escape the place where she is forced to stayed in his shop- Where nothing but some noisy other prisoners/people could disturb his time with being with only your presence. When one of prisoners flashed him of the flashlight she took the opportunity to escape the shop without alerting Sebastian of her leaving due not wanting to risk getting caught (sorry if this doesn't make sense)

From the author : hello! I'm glad of that. It took a while, but it's done. I apologize if there is something wrong in the written request or if I misunderstood something. I hope you don't mind that I came up with the name of this one... Stories, yes. And I hope you don't mind the slight rigidity typical of yandex. content. I apologize also if this is short or a little concise, I was in a hurry when I wrote this, plus I was busy writing one story that I finally finished. Have a nice read :D

Warning : female reader, references to bondage (not really), mention of slight isolation, threat of fracture and amputation of a limb, possessive behavior, yandere.

Number of words : 1856

I Warned You

A lot of things have been happening in your life lately. The time before you were put in jail does not matter. Whether you were actually imprisoned for a crime or not. The important thing is that in the end you agreed to the offer of a certain company Urbanshade. All you wanted was to finally get out of this prison, especially when the woman was not living very well there.

However, you never even allowed the thought that this seemingly simple matter would turn out to be so dangerous.

Meetings with these... Creatures that have left you with nightmares. You didn't even think then that it could be worse than just being in jail. At least there was some respite, but here you're just in eternal fear for your life.

You weren't exactly sure what attracted one of these creatures named Sebastian, as he calls himself. Especially when you came to his store several times for, most often, a first-aid kit.

So that didn't explain why he kidnapped you and kept you in his store. It was especially frustrating that you were pretty close to that damn crystal and the long-awaited freedom. Literally a few steps away, and then you lost consciousness before you woke up in a man's store.

You were afraid to do anything. More precisely, you tried, but Sebastian's threats were sufficiently eloquently that you did not think of doing anything to his satisfaction.

Compared to what happened to you in prison before, being here is not a bad thing. If you think about it optimistically.

There was food, albeit mostly raw meat, and canned goods from the warehouses of this base. There was also a soft, very soft, place to sleep. And a little entertainment in the form of reading the documents that Sebastian allowed you to take and talking with him.

What you definitely didn't like, and even scared, was the almost constant attempts of a man to bite you. He also kept you wrapped up with his tail all the time when you were sleeping or "annoyed" him when he was busy. You didn't know what it was about, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

And you also hated when he used handcuffs to keep you in his "lair" while he went to get supplies. Even when you behaved well, he did it anyway, deliberately not believing you and mocking you. Which was true, but your wrists hurt because of the uncomfortable position and even turned a little red where the metal rubbed against your skin.

You reluctantly accepted it.

An attitude, but definitely not a position.

You were afraid of what Sebastian might do to you if you did run away, but damn. You were so eager to get out and finally get freedom, despite the fact that your last attempt was unsuccessful, and the scar on the back of your neck still hurt. A reminder of your "misconduct," as a man hissed in your ear during his bad days. And then there's the daily mockery...

Even his "good" attitude towards you does not cover what is here, especially with him, is unbearable.

But subconscious fear, as well as those memories of your past escape attempts, made you freeze in place when you stood next to the ventilation hole open to customers.

About the customers...

These are the days that allowed you to exhale a little, because it was at such moments that Sebastian's close attention and obsession were less, because he was distracted by the prisoners who bought things from him. And it also lifted your spirits a little, because you could talk a little with those prisoners who did not treat girls disgustingly.

It's good that your abductor did not interfere with this, even if he frowned and became more intrusive after the person left.

You fidgeted a little in your seat while you were sitting on one of the iron boxes, looking bored at the book in your hands, which you reread for the third time. Sebastian brought you this book from one of his outings. The plot was not bad and you even liked it, although after each re-reading, the book turned out to be quite boring. And not only because you already knew the story.

You listened out of the corner of your ear to the mumbling of a visiting prisoner who was fiddling with his research, greedily looking at some of the things being sold in Sebastian's bags.

As far as you remember, this person lacked literally several dozen studies to buy this. It could be seen that they were clearly in distress.

You put the book aside, raising your head.

Sweat broke out on the man's face as they rummaged in all their pockets, desperately looking for more research, but not finding it, began to sweat harder. At the time, Sebastian was looking at them maliciously, folding his two arms over his chest, clearly enjoying the discomfort of the prisoner.

You frowned quite a bit at this. Suddenly, a rather unexpected thought came to your mind: what if?..

It is at this second that the man pulls out a Flash Beacon and pulls the trigger, clearly hoping to steal the right thing in this way.

And at the same moment, when Sebastian's angry and painful scream rang out, you rushed to the vent and crawled through it.

You acted on pure instincts, moving as if your life depended on it. You could hear an even louder, angry scream as you ran out of the hallway, followed by the sound of a gunshot.

You didn't remember how long you ran like that, but you had to run as far as possible, especially when you acted so impulsively and did not report this action to Sebastian in any way... Although, if that had happened, he would have handcuffed you to a pipe or a staircase railing... But you just wanted to feel freedom at least for a short time, even without resuming the path to the crystal.

Your legs barely held you up and hurt a lot from the sudden and prolonged running, which almost made you stumble. You were breathing heavily, almost hoarsely, leaning against the wall. Gradually, as you catch your breath, you begin to fully realize what you have done.

Damn it, what have you done?

What is the chance that in this case Sebastian will not give you a very strong punishment? And then he will move with his magician to another place so that it will be harder for the prisoners to get to him, and also so that you are not familiar with the situation?..

Although it was not this that scared you more, but what kind of punishment a man would apply for your impulsiveness ...

You swallowed nervously, involuntarily looking down at your legs, which were trembling after running... Or maybe from fear of the unknown.

You started when you heard a noise in the next room and ran again, as if your life depended on it. Which was not far from the truth.

You heard a very familiar angry growl behind you, which caused you to accelerate, panicking, looking for a place where you could hide from danger. In the next room, you find a small overturned closet among other furniture scattered throughout the room, and hurry inside. You clamped your hands over your mouth, curled up in a trembling ball in the corner of the furniture.

You held your breath when you heard another crash and thud, but it was all in this room.

— Where are you, little fish? — The voice was full of growls and hisses, quite far from human speech and literally inhuman.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to move a muscle, when you heard the sound of a body sliding on the floor, as well as the way the furniture moved, almost breaking under the force of the hybrid's claws.

— Do you remember I warned you not to run away? Or have you forgotten that?! — there was another sound of furniture moving, but this one, apparently, flew into the wall. Dangerously close to where you were— ah, I knew you were dumb, but to be so lovely?

You tried not to flinch or sob at his tone and noise as he broke furniture next to you, clearly venting his anger.

— Should I break you or amputate your leg so that you stop thinking about escaping, huh?!

You shuddered weakly, shrinking into a ball from his threat, barely breathing through the tears that silently flowed from your eyes. Of course, you guessed that something would be determined, but... No, no, no...

— If you come out now, I won't do anything to you, little fish, — the tone of the voice dropped, and the hissing was not heard so much now.

But for some reason it scared you even more, which is why the instincts in your body made you freeze in place. You've never felt so terrified, even when you almost ran away the last time. You felt like a real prey next to a large predator, ready to attack and eat right like that.

Because of fear, time seemed to freeze for you, as well as all the noise that began to move further and further away from you, indicating that Sebastian was moving away from your hiding place. You were still trembling, barely able to move for the first few seconds, when you realized he was gone.

It took about a few dozen minutes before you could move, when the paralyzing fear began to subside from you. By that time, all the noise had stopped and it was terribly quiet.

It bothered you a lot and you were afraid to open the closet door, but you couldn't sit here for a long time because of a little claustrophobia and fear that the hybrid might come back and find you.

You wiped the tears from your cheeks with a trembling hand, exhaling raggedly and hesitantly and very slowly unlocked the locker door.

At the same moment, your hand was intercepted and you were literally yanked out of hiding with your scream.

You saw your own frightened reflection in Sebastian's inhuman eyes. A sob escaped your lips, breaking the silence, then a terribly quiet voice was heard:

— I. Warned. You.

[jesswritesthat]

Rody Soul: Crush

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.4k, fluff

• You knew Rody well enough to know he doesn't just disappear, but until he returns someone's gotta look out for his siblings.

Warnings: World Heroes Mission spoilers

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There was a reason besides job hunting that Rody frequented Stanleyk's Bar so often, and that reason was a part time bartender who surely had to be in today.

However, once more he was disappointed with your absence and apparently he hadn't hidden it well this time regardless of Pino.

"Your little crush is off working."

"I— I didn't even ask. Besides, I thought (Y/n) worked here."

"Only part time kid. (L/n) takes on jobs just like you." Both he and Pino fell into awed silence, they heard you lived in one of the nicer residences in Shanty Town with little threat due to your renowned fighting ability, but to know you were contracted too? Wow, no doubt higher ranked than him considering you were away for longer periods.

"Bonjour! I'm back~" Gladly you entered, greeted by a soft pelt nuzzling into your neck, cooing affectionately despite Rodys' chiding outburst.

"Oh hello Pino, aren't you beautiful today."

"Congratulations, the contact was very pleased with your work and have requested your services at a later date." Stanleyk bluntly interjected, usually he received only positive feedback on any job associated with you.

"You get requested?!"

"Yeah, more elite clientele tend to stick with trusted confederates. It's just how they work, casual clients don't mind who they get as long as they suit the requirements." Came your experience-infused reply to Rody, reaching into your bag with renewed brightness. "Here, souvenirs for your siblings."

Rody had only introduced you to them once over the years and he hated that you were so thoughtful. It was hard not to develop a stupid crush on you even if he'd deny it to his last breath. Luckily you both had a withholding deal that prevented the disclosure of quirks. It annoyed him that yours was a secret but it was a worthwhile sacrifice when he realised he was attracted to you early on - and Pino had no shame in expressing that. You'd connect the dots way too fast for his liking.

That was your last interaction and you'd never gone so long without an encounter together before this - so knowing his address, and noting his delayed return, you knew something was awry.

When you'd brought up the matter to Stanleyk, he'd relayed a call he'd received and immediately you'd raced over to Rodys' home. Roro and Lala were cautious when you'd knocked but recognised you upon mention of their eldest brother and were glad for the company. 

Days passed and you'd opted for short-term jobs which allowed time to cook for them, play with them, and tell any bedtime stories you could conjure all whilst dozing on their corner seating area once the pair fell asleep. Although, with the impending bomb detonations and inevitable death that followed, your babysitting gig got harder.

Soon enough, you found out Rody was in the hospital after apparently putting an end to said calamity.

When you'd taken the worried Soul duo to visit him, you found Pino flapping about Rodys' siblings with vibrant joy whilst they hugged their bandaged brother. You assumed the other patients were the heroes he'd fought alongside, the green haired one being the most gracious toward your presence. It was then Pino awkwardly fluttered around you, unsure of what to do with herself and blushing fiercely meanwhile Rody offered a charismatic smile.

"Hey (Y/n), thanks for looking after my family whilst I was away, Stanleyk told me you took quicker jobs to check on them."

Before you could respond, Roro and Lala excitedly chimed your praises.

"Yeah (Y/n) cooks way nicer food than you!"

"And tells the coolest bedtime stories!"

"You— you did all that?"

"Eh you know, I have to balance certain aspects of my life with good deeds." Immediately the little pink bird was in your arms embracing what she could - to which Rody rapidly pulled her away with an embarrassed mumble.

Once visiting time was over, you all bid him farewell, leaving Rody with a knowing Midoriya.

"Does (Y/n) know about your quirk?"

"Nope, we have a deal."

"I see... which means they don't know how you feel—"

"Not another word! I don't have the confidence to tell them alright, you've just seen how beautiful and amazing they are..." It was a friendly exchange, and though chuckling Izuku gave his support.

"I think you should be honest about your feelings, after all you just saved many lives worldwide Rody. This shouldn't scare you."

Meanwhile outside the hospital room, you were experiencing the same revelation in a different form.

"That's why you came to check on us, because you're big brothers' partner?" Roro hummed in thought, Lala way too giddy with the information even if you were thoroughly confused.

"Where did you get that idea?"

"Rody is in love you." Roro cemented, shocked you were apparently unaware.

"I don't think—"

"Yeah just look at Pino. She's always nuzzling and admiring you." There must be some miscommunication here.

"What's that got to do with Rody? If anyone loves me then surely it's Pino." You happily laughed, assuming this was just a child's' fantasy and thought you were playing along with it.

Their puzzled expressions had you second guessing though, then came their matter-of-fact enlightenment.

"Pino is Rodys' quirk. You know that right?"

No you did not, you thought she was a pet.

"She expresses exactly what Rody is feeling, making it impossible for him to lie!"

It suddenly all connected, why he came to visit on your shift days and how affectionate Pino had grown to be with you - warmly greeting you every time she saw you, fretting over any injury, tackling you, and flustering whenever you touched Rody. That was how he truly wished to communicate with you?

"Hey, I just need a minute, wait here." Obviously the pair did so with gleeful grins upon their faces as you dashed back into the room. The heroes seemed perplexed, especially when you pulled the curtain around Rodys' bed stating you wanted to see his injuries without children around.

He was equally as confounded, and this time you didn't miss the flourishing Pino despite the contrasting coolness her owner exhibited. You sat on his bed, staring him dead in the eye before you broke his very soul with your whispered question.

"Rody, are you in love with me?"

There was a flush of colour on his cheeks, but without another second to think he smirked casually and leaned closer to you.

"If you've fallen for me (Y/n), it's okay to confess, I won't judge."

Pino however, crash-landed in embarrassment with a white feather of submission waving above her demonstrating the answer you'd desired.

"I see, thanks Pino."

"Wait— you know, crap who told you?" The charade was up and the pure horror finally set in.

"Yeah, Pino shows your true emotions right? So what happens if I do this?"

You matched his previous false confidence, leaning closer with only centimetres between you that allowed you to feel his warm breath brush your lips. He didn't retract though, and so you closed the gap, Rody more than willing to kiss back when gentle fingers reached up to your jaw and a melodic chirping emitted from Pino as she soared though the air right over the curtain and around the room as if she was set aglow.

You pulled away slightly, amused by the display even if your opposite was heavily embarrassed - still, you moved in to kiss him again leaving Pino to enjoy the moment.

"Would ya get that damn bird to shut up already?!" It was the voice of the explosive blonde which fractured the fantasy, excusing yourself once opening the curtain with plausible cover.

"I'll stock some bandages for the wounds ready for when you get back. See you!"

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Life seemed to resume to normal with both of you giving up the shady lifestyle, whilst you quit your position at Stanleyk's Bar to pursue your true passions, Rody in turn ended up getting employed there.

You spent nights over with the Soul family, even if it meant sleeping on the corner couch, Rody always ensured to cook you breakfast. He listened to your bedtime stories with a dreamy look on his face, and when his siblings fell asleep came to join you prior to heading to bed himself.

You'd gifted him pilot books, and you became a feature drawing upon their wall, all the while both of you saved to improve life for the better.

"Hey, if you need a flight attendant oh future pilot captain, may I apply early?"

Just then, Pino held a wing over her heart and promptly fainted whilst Rody ran a hand through his hair.

"Actually, I'd rather you be my copilot so we could always fly together..."

“Is that your idea of a proposal Rody?”

“Wha— not yet! I haven’t saved enough to buy you a—“

“I meant a job proposal, what were you thinking?” Your witty tone left him slumping begrudgingly in his chair and briskly swiping Pino before you could see the classic engagement proposal position she’d admiringly taken.

“Ah, of buying you a pilot manual too if you want to fly with me. That’s all.”

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[ Masterlist ]

[pvrkacciosan]

Moment we share

Synopsis: Holding your child for the first time is the best feeling in the world, sharing the moment with others is even better.

Pairing: Charles Lelerc X fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff! (idk,)

Word count: 924

You were utterly exhausted but you didn't want to move, largely because your whole body was aching from labour and partly because you were so infatuated with the little baby in your arms, a genetic copy of you and Charles, that you couldn't bring yourself too move.

Being at home helped, your husband was a rock of solidarity in the moments when your body wouldn't yield to your commands.

"She's perfect" Charles was hugged into the side of your bed, contently watching your daughter. Rosa Leclerc was going be a force to be reckoned with.

You shifted, trying to ease the ache building in your muscles, Charles observed you quietly from where he now stood.

"Let me take her" he didn't want to force you into letting her go again so soon,

Much to his surprise you lifted the bundle of blankets up, Charles stepped closer securing his arms to support his daughter.

You bit back the smile as the worry line on his forehead appeared, stressing over the littlest of things,

"Is this right?" He looked to you for support, the knowledge tugged something inside the hollow of your chest.

"Yeah you're fine" His shoulders were almost rigid and it took Charles a few minutes to ease into a posture that look at least half way comfortable.

"She's looking at me" Charles whispers, his voice soft.

"Hi baby" he cooed, pulling the blanket back to see her face.

Rosa yawned and as you watched Charles you were almost convinced your husband was going to combust on the very ground on which he stood.

There was a soft knock for the door, before it was pushed forwards. The muttering of French coming from the women to the people behind her. Charles family had come to visit the new Leclerc.

Your family had already been in, having been here since the moment you were hit with contractions. A home birth was always a plan for you, his family had respected your time frame and had appeared not a second before you asked them to.

Charles's mum shuffled into the room, his brothers falling in after her, tumbling over one another to be the next to hold their niece.

Charles turns to meet their stares, Rosa tucked tightly into him.

"Oh my.." his Mum leaned closer to her son, being respectful enough to not grab for your daughter as your mother had earlier. Something which had initially annoyed both you and Charles.

Despite the infant, his mother came across to your bedside, allowing his brothers that access to watch Rosa.

"How are you my darling?" Charles mum has always been lovely with you from the moment he brought you home to meet her. You need that now. Since your own parents had not been as kind, her gentle voice was soothing in a way you had once upon hoped your own mother's to sound like.

"I'm sore, but I'm fine now that's she's here"

She passed her gaze back to her three sons, practically melting over your daughter, Arthur pandering over her little fingers which gripped around one of his.

She began to unpack a bag onto your bed,

"He loves her so much", Continuing to watch your fiance, you sighed in relief when you watched her unpack tubs of homemade foods, the smell wafted across to the men.

Arthur's head popped up, he wandered across,

"Hey Y/n, you feeling okay?"

He subtly reached for a small tub of soup, his mum was quick to slap at his hands,

"Hands off, they're not for you"

Arthur grumbled but settled down into the new armchair in the corner of your room.

The conversations went on, with Charles passing Rosa between his family, each cooing and taking this moment with her.

With every moment that passed you could feel yourself wanting to drift into the embrace of sleep, Charles swirling small circles into the skin of your shoulder with the pad of his thumb was only aiding in the effect of needed sleep.

Lorenzo was smiling, making faces at Rosa, the infant laying in your mother in law's arms. Snuggled in, despite Charles conversation with his mum and youngest brother.

Your eyes were drawing heavier by the second, Pascale noticed your state, her eyes softening, she sat upright, carefully keeping a hold of your daughter.

You tried to pry your eyes open, to ask if she needed anything, but Pascale simply smiled at you, before turning to her other two sons,

"Y/n is tired, let us take our leave now." There was no room for error in her words, Arthur looked about ready to protest, but one glance your way and he nodded.

Charles squeezed your shoulder softly rising from beside you to kiss your head and walk to his mum. Pascale handed her son his daughter,

"Get some rest, Y/n you deserve it we'll be downstairs if you need anything"

Once they left it was easy to slip into the drag of the warm duvet, changed out from the towels which had previously covered your body.

Just as you had begun to drift off once more, a vibrating notification came from your phone, reaching for it you switched it to see the photo Charles had sent you from the other room.

Rosa was snuggled up into Arthur's chest once more, sleep drawing her own eyes shut.

Charles messaged popped into the screen not a second later.

. Like mother like daughter.

You couldn't breath past the swell in your throat, it was moments like this that had you realizing just how much you loved Charles and the life you had both made together, to the life you would continue.

To every little moment you would share as a family. 

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Taglist: @80sloverry @unofficial-journalist @celestialams @mirrorball-6 @love4lando @ironmaiden1313

[evitirey]

ok so this was a beast to draw and research good GORD. this one requires a glossary so i'll be putting the entire text under a read more bar, meet me there?

I think most of us in the Avatar fandom have some range of obscure knowledge (or who knows maybe the knowledge is less obscure to everyone else and I'm the silly one) but here's a handful of words I had to learn for this: Chinampa: small, stationary, artificial island built on a freshwater lake for agricultural purposes. Chinampan was the ancient name for the southwestern region of the Valley of Mexico, the region of Xochimilco, and it was there that the technique was—and is still—most widely used. (Encyclopedia Britannica)

Conuco: A portion of earth that the native Tainos of the Caribbean would grow their crops on. (More on that later)

Winnow: In the western world, to remove (something, such as chaff) by a current of air. I specifically based theirs off of a video that @aketchjoywinnie on tiktok posted of her culture's winnows. She is from Uganda and I love her videos whenever they come across my fyp. In this case it is more of a woven basket/plate that is used for food.

As for the drawing:

The Ro'atni have 2 forms of 'floating' gardens. The first and most productive are their chinampas; kind of important to the context is that the Ro'atni were originally a river people, but a portion of their river gave way to an oxbow lake. The young lake has turned into their gardens. The chinampas are made by their swimmers who usually chose their lifestyle very young, as their bodies adjust and grow to adapt underwater better; their strakes go from soft, unobtrusive cartilage to actual strakes, smaller than the reef people's. They dive under water and plant the reedy plants that they then weave together into a roughly rectangular box. Each chinampa is a labor of love that normally takes years to make (though if they feel the next season will not be fruitful they can and will build some quickly). The base layer of the chinampas is essentially a refuse pile. Their compost, their unusable bones, any trash (which is much less than most modern societies) is thrown into the woven reed "basket" to form the solid base along with base stones. The middle layer, still submerged in water, is a combination of compost, mulch, manure, night soil and gravel.

As the compost decomposes, they churn the dirt and build it up over the years until they build above the water level; once the dirt remains relatively dry on a sunny day, and they can dig without immediately hitting mud, they begin to build the conucos on top of the chinampas.

The Conucos are logs stacked up and packed with earth, the shape keeps plants that need dryer soil out of the water, and retains water when the lake starts drying down during the dry season. As the logs decompose they leave behind air pockets for the roots to take up as well as the necessary microorganisms. Most of the weeds are allowed to grow to an extent - once they begin to choke out the plants they want, they will be cut down. The Ro'atni believe that even the most annoying creatures (weeds) have a place in the balance of life. If they're uprooted, they're tossed on shore where they continue to grow. To combat the growth of weeds, they plant a groundcover berry-producing vine that functions as a nitrogen fixer as well as food.

The second form of floating gardens tend to be used for children to learn, as they operate on the principles of aquaponics. The winnow pads are sometimes made specifically for the purpose, but often they're made from a winnow that has reached the end of its life. If it is no longer buoyant, it is tossed into the bottom of a new chinampa. If it is buoyant, then small anchors are tied to the bottom, and a fast growing plant is placed on the winnow to take advantage of the nutrition in the water. Often seedlings for the chinampas are grown this way and transplanted once they're big enough.

Now for the plants they grow; I only had the mental bandwidth to name ONE plant, and I welcome any professional Na'vi speakers to correct me on it lol. So, they grow: Furina'ngrr: Primarily this plant functions as a starchy tuber, but it also grows "beans" (in the way that a coffee bean is a bean but its actually a berry) with a soft outer fruit that the entire clan uses to produce a bright red stain/dye. Combined with red ochre and animal fat, it creates a thick, water resistant body paint that they use both to ward off bugs and to paint pretty patterns and symbols on their skin; certain ones are protective symbols. The fruit can be peeled off of the bean and the beans can be eaten; they're more often replanted to avoid genetic monocropping. They only ripen every 2 years more or less, so the elder gardeners know to stagger their crop growth to accommodate for it. The root however is the main crop from these plants. It is ground into a pulp, seasoned and wrapped in leaves, then either boiled or cooked in a firepit. It's dumpling-like in the firepit, and more like a mochi if its boiled. It can also be fried and baked depending on preparation. The roots can be replanted and this is the quickest way to propagate the plant. They also store for a long time in a root cellar like environment. This is their first source of starch.

Reed-maize: Many different kinds of reeds can be used to create chinampas, but reed-maize is the favored choice; even after their cultivation the reeds remain for a good while before decomposing, giving the gardeners time to grow their replacements, replant them around the chinampas and weave them in again. The reed-maize grow seed pods that can be harvested; they usually require a good strike to release their seeds, which is an adaptation to release their seeds during windy season when the fluffy seeds can fly far away. These were a gift from the Sa'anre side of the clan, and comes originally from the swamps and deltas they traverse; in the oxbow lake the wind is only strong enough during typhoon-like weather to open the seedpods. The seeds release from the pods wrapped in tightly coiled fibers that spring open as they fly out; the fibers carry them on the wind. So the gardeners beat the seed pods open only inside of the hometree or where large structures have been built to catch them. The fibers are hand-ginned off of the seeds, and the seeds are then winnowed free of chaff. The fiber can be processed into cloth, but its very time consuming so they often trade it out to other clans. Other uses are compost mulch, or bedding for their fishing companions. The seeds range in color from soft oranges to gray-blues; an act of love is to separate the specific color seed your child/mate/parent loves most and to make them ground cakes from the singular color. It's extremely time intensive to sort, then grind these seeds separate from all the rest. Normally however, they are stored as grain alongside the furina'ngrr. The grain can then either be processed into flour, "grits", or eaten with minimal preparation. Boiled, they taste both earthy and floral.

Oh my gosh almost done guys lets go. Together with dried and powdered meat, the clan makes a type of pemmican out of their crops; dried roots, dried meat, dried berries and fat are mixed with reed-maize flour, then dried down and stored in their root cellar caves. Their stores are for the long rainy season when hunting is difficult and flooding is common. They have also experienced famine before so they prepare for it again at all times.

Mothers sometimes make the little pemmican cakes into cute shapes for their young ones!

[alicerosejensen]

What about uhh Leon with a playful gf? Like in a childish endearing way. A child at heart and likes adventure :D

So, I’m slowly clearing out my inbox and answering old requests. In this case, I decided to make headcanons (I have writer's block).

There are no special warnings. Any version of Leon you want (for me it’s most likely Leon!Re4).

💙 Perhaps sometimes he will be annoyed by your behavior but rarely. His negative attitude will only manifest itself in moments when he is emotionally vulnerable (especially after a mission).

💙 Loves to fall asleep with you under these plush bedspreads but in a dream, he will involuntarily pull it over himself.

💙However, you will not stay without warmth. Leon loves hugging you very much, although you can already sleep, sleep won't come to Leon for a long time, so he will just hug you and look at all these plush toys and various little things that he gave you or that you bought yourself.

💙 I don't think Leon will fall in love with someone who behaves just like a child, but some mischief would give him hope that in this world he has something worth fighting for.

💙 He will buy all these cute stockings to please you.

💙 Leon doesn't really like different adventures because of his job, but if it's something harmless, then no problem. Sometimes he also wants to make a joke and cheer himself up by remembering that he is still a man and not just a slave to the government.

💙 He may sometimes feel uncomfortable in your apartment because of the abundance of toys, but again this is a temporary phenomenon. I'm more than sure that later he will buy you these giant stuffed animals himself.

💙 Leon will always be ready to go to fairs and various festivals with you (provided that he does not eliminate another threat in the form of bioweapons).

💙 If you have a little dog, Leon will even try to get along with him. Maybe he doesn't really like dogs, but from this little miracle he will also be touched and ask you to take him for a romantic walk together.

💙 Without any problems, he will allow you to make all these masks, scrubs, peels on it as a joke and even make some funny photos with you, but on condition that they are stored in personal archives.

💙 Leon will even help you realize your childhood dreams that you did not have time to realize at that time. It may be a small thing in the form of some kind of trip to a place that you have always dreamed of, or a thing that may no longer have any value and usefulness, but you still want to get it since you did not have it in childhood.

💙 He wouldn't have a problem shooting for you in a regular air rifle range, but if you really want to win on your own, then go ahead, baby. At least if you screw up completely, then Leon can save the day.

💙 You may even ask him to let you shoot with his gun (under his supervision, of course)

💙 He doesn't mind when you throw an arm or leg over him in a dream. Over time, Leon will get used to it so much that he will feel uncomfortable sleeping without your body parts on him.

💙 Leon S Kennedy are constantly teasing. This will often lead to him being hit on the head with a pillow, which can eventually turn into a soft battle.

💙 He likes quiet or slightly noisy evenings with you. He likes these old movies with delicious food or some sweets while the movie is on and you're sitting or lying next to him and gently fingering strands of his hair laughing or at least smiling at his ridiculous comments or jokes.

💙However, sometimes while watching, you can seriously start a dispute with him on any topic and take offense at not agreeing with him in opinions.

💙 Although these quarrels never last long.

💙 In any case, he loves you anyway and will most likely be the first to reconcile. Even if you act like a real kid sometimes.

[kimpossibly]

hi ! imagine Madison Montgomery being frustrated because unlike other witches, reader is super chill, and a little sarcastic, so any time she acts up, reader always replies something witty, but never gets angry at her. so she purposefully tries to piss her off to get a rise out of her, which seems impossible, and turns into a 5+1 type of thing (5 times she tries to annoy her and one time she does). Except that when does, reader gets really pissed at her and it shifts to make-up sex (may i request a soft dom madison). I hope it makes sense because it did in my head. have a good day !

hiiiii!!! omg i love this prompt so much, thank you for requesting it! i ended up only doing 3 rather than 5 because i could only come up with so much HAHA. hope you enjoy ♡

3 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮/𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 1 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙

pairing: madison montgomery x fem!reader

word count:

warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking, smut

Madison Montgomery has a habit of pissing people off. It's not she goes around trying to ruin people's days (but if she does, they probably deserve it...) but if she doesn't wreak a little havoc before sundown, that pretty much means she's had an off day. Making people angry was her specialty.

Not Y/N, though. Never Y/N. No matter how much Madison bitched and moaned, Y/N wouldn't yell or get pissed off. It was almost like that was one of her abilities. Even Nan would find herself at her wit's end because of Madison some days. But not Y/N.

And so, out of pure curiosity (or enjoyment), Madison decided to do a little experiment.

— attempt #1

"Oh, come on, Y/N! All the cool kids are doing it!"

Already the experiment was failing. Madison had whipped out one of her beloved joints from her stash and propped their bedroom window open to smoke. Y/N sat on her bed, studying. She politely declined to join Madison in smoking, and Madison saw an opening.

"Don't be a pussy."

Y/N just shrugged. "I'm good. Say hi to Scooby and Shaggy for me, though."

"Scooby and Shaggy weren't stoners."

"Please, did you watch that show? They were totally stoners."

Madison didn't respond, taking another puff and blowing it out the window. She looked at Y/N, so calm no matter what. After a few moments, Madison stood and walked over to the bed, taking the book off Y/N's lap and moving it to the side. Before Y/N could protest, Madison threw a leg on either side of her waist and put the joint between Y/N's lips, forcing her to take a hit.

Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment, purely out of surprise, but she quickly recovered. She coughed a bit, smoke spilling out of her mouth. Madison expected her to curse her out, or at the very least yell, but Y/N just looked up at her with a calm expression. "Are you happy now?"

Madison tried to hide her frustration. "Fucking fabulous."

"Lovely. Now can I keep studying?"

Madison just rolled her eyes and muttered a whatever, allowing Y/N to pick her book up and go back to studying.

Well that was a fucking bust.

— attempt #2

The second time, Madison figured a group setting might be best. It all started over breakfast, when a fight broke out between Madison and Queenie. It was about something or other—Y/N never paid much attention to these fights. She usually dedicated her energy to breaking them up when they got ugly.

"Bitch, I swear to God!"

Queenie used telekinesis to send a full glass of orange juice at Madison, who used her telekinesis to send it straight into Y/N's lap. She jumped up as the cold juice splashed all over her legs, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Oops," Madison said with a little laugh.

Y/N let out a deep breath, and Madison was sure she was going to scream. But she straightened up, grabbed a napkin, and dabbed at her now stained clothes. "I'm going to go change," she said as though nothing had happened, "Madison, try not to start a food fight while I'm gone, okay?"

She left, leaving Queenie to snicker in satisfaction. Madison clenched her jaw. That bitch was way too chill.

— attempt #3

"Let's play a game."

Madison was getting desperate. This was proving to be more of a challenge than she previously anticipated.

Y/N, who was levitating a book a few feet in the air, let it drop into her hands. "I'm down."

"Shit, anything's better than this," Queenie said, and Nan hummed in agreement.

Madison grinned. "Forget levitating books," she said, letting her copy of Great Expectations thud to the table. "Let's learn to fly."

With a flick of her wrist, Y/N levitated into the air, a little shriek escaping her lips as she flew. Madison put her down after a few moments and Y/N looked at her in awe. "How the hell did you do that?"

"Please, it's easy. It's just like levitating pens."

"Let me try," Queenie said, focusing her eyes on Madison. Within an instant, Madison was five feet in the air, shouting at Queenie to put her back down. She did so (not before letting her hang a while longer) and crossed her arms in satisfaction. "Huh. That was fun."

Madison flipped her off. Nan looked at Y/N. "Me next," she said excitedly.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, focusing, and then opened them. Immediately, Nan rose a few feet into the air, an excited smile spreading on her face. Y/N smiled a bit, relieved. Madison saw her opportunity. "Come on, bring her a little higher."

"I think this is good," Y/N said calmly.

"Madison's right," Nan said, "I could knock some dust off the chandelier."

Y/N hesitated, pursing her lips for a moment. Then, with a little upwards motion, Nan began to rise higher into the air. Her grin grew as she floated higher and higher, reaching out to touch the crystalline tip of the chandelier.

Madison's fingers twitched a bit as she brought her focus to Nan. What followed happened in the blink of an eye: Madison took control of Nan and proceeded to put her into free fall, and Y/N, upon seeing Nan start to fall, moved the couch underneath her to break the fall. Nan landed with a thud and groaned in pain, having hit her knee in the fall. Y/N's hand flew up to cover her mouth. She hadn't done that, had she?

Before there was too much of a ruckus, Cordelia suddenly appeared in the doorway, having heard the thud. "What happened?"

"Y/N dropped me!" Nan said angrily, clutching her knee.

Cordelia fixed her eyes on Y/N, an uncharacteristic anger taking hold. "Y/N, you know the rules. No using magic on your fellow witches," Cordelia said sharply, going to help Nan.

"I didn't—!" Y/N began, and Madison perked up, waiting for the blowout. But Y/N just paused, taking a breath. "I know. My bad. Sorry, Nan."

Now Madison started to feel a little guilty—a feeling she was not well acquainted with. "She's fine," she said, gesturing to Nan, "she fell a few feet, big whoop."

Cordelia gave her a sharp look before returning her gaze to Y/N. "I trust it won't happen again," she said pointedly.

Y/N nodded. "Yep."

Cordelia left with Nan in tow, and Y/N just turned back to the group, eyes fixing on Madison. "You owe me, movie star."

There was no malice in her words—not even in the slightest. She just went back to practicing levitation with the book without a fight. It was Madison who was fuming and resisting the urge to throw Great Expectations against the wall as she watched Y/N carry on as if nothing had happened.

— attempt #4 (the 1 time it worked)

The last plan was half-baked, as Madison only came up with it when the two of them were at a frat party a few blocks away and Madison had already had three shots of vodka. A guy across the room had been eye-fucking her all night—well, he was one of them. Madison expected all eyes on her when she went out, so she carefully selected those she wanted to reciprocate eye contact with. It was only when she noticed this particular guy's friend that an idea formed in her head.

"Come with me," she said, taking Y/N's hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Ever heard of a two-man?"

Y/N shouted something that Madison didn't hear. They were deep in the throes of the party now, connected at the hand to prevent themselves from getting split up. Y/N stayed a few feet behind as Madison went up to the two guys and started talking. She couldn't make out a word of what they were saying, but one of them kept eyeing her while the other couldn't tear his eyes off Madison. Eventually they seemed to come to some kind of agreement and Madison took Y/N's hand again, both of them following the two guys up the stairs.

"Their names are Andy and...something else, I don't know," Madison said as they went up the stairs.

"Where are we going?"

She didn't get an answer. They ended up in a bedroom at the end of the hallway—empty, secluded, and only a little bit quieter than the rest of the house. For a moment, the four of them just stood there, staring each other up and down like sizing them up. Then Madison grinned at Andy. "Well? Are we gonna get this started or what?"

Andy glanced at the other one (Y/N felt horrible that she still didn't know his name) and then looked back at the two girls. "You first."

Y/N frowned, confused, but before she could ask for clarification, Madison rolled her eyes and pulled Y/N in to kiss her hard. It took a good few moments to get over the initial shock of the kiss. Y/N noticed that she tasted like cigarettes and smelled like Dior perfume. Madison's tongue briefly swiped her bottom lip, and then she pulled away, fixing her lipstick and turning back to the boys. "Happy?"

They didn't respond.

Now, by this point, Y/N had taken at least three rounds of shots with Madison, so her reaction time was a bit impaired. Before she could really assess, one of the guys (Not Andy) had his lips on hers and was attempting to unzip her dress, and she realized all at once that she did not want to be in this situation.

Y/N pushed the guy off of her. "What the fuck?"

Andy looked at Madison. "I thought you said she was cool with it."

"She is cool with it," Madison replied, "right, Y/N?"

Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. "No, Madison, I'm not cool with this! Oh my God!"

Without another word, Y/N stormed out of the room, down the stairs, and out onto the street. It wasn't until she was down the front steps of the house that she realized Madison had followed her.

"Y/N, Jesus Christ, slow down," Madison said. Y/N didn't slow down. Madison rolled her eyes. "This was your idea!"

Y/N stopped, whirling around to look at the blonde. "No it wasn't, Madison! It's always your idea! It's always your shit that gets me into trouble! I've tried to be nice about it and let things go, but I'm fucking done, okay? I'm done."

She turned and kept walking, and Madison realized she had finally gotten what she wanting—Y/N was truly and royally pissed.

Y/N didn't talk the entire way back to Robicheaux's. Madison trailed a few feet behind her (partially because her heels were killing her), trying not to let on how worried she really was. The longer she was silent, the more Madison realized she had never really seen Y/N mad before. Nor did she really know how long she was able to stay mad for.

When they got back, Y/N went straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Madison stood outside for a moment, wondering if she should ask to talk, but then she heard the shower run. She took that as her cue to leave.

Ten minutes later, Y/N walked back into the room, wrapped in a towel, hair wet. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, absentmindedly brushing knots out of her hair. Madison watched her for a moment before getting up and crossing the room. She sat down beside her and Y/N gave no indication that she even registered her presence. She just went on brushing her hair as if no one was there.

Eventually Madison reached out and gently took the hairbrush out of her hands. "Hey, look at me," Madison said softly.

Reluctantly, Y/N looked over at her, her face stoic. Madison took her now empty hand. "I'm sorry, okay?"

"Whatever, Maddie. It's fine—"

"No, it's not," Madison interrupted. "It was stupid. I should've made sure you were fine with it, or whatever. Just...let me make it up to you."

She reached out, moving the wet hair away from Y/N's neck. She leaned in slowly, taking in the smell of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla body wash. Then she pressed a soft kiss to the side of Y/N's neck, right over her pulse point.

Y/N made no objection or attempt to stop her, so Madison trailed kisses up her jaw and cheek. Y/N tilted her head and tried to ignore the pounding in her chest as Madison gently laid her down, placing a knee on either side of Y/N's body.

"Tell me to stop and I will," Madison whispered, but Y/N made no noise, allowing her to continue.

Madison's lips reached hers again, but this kiss was unlike the one at the party. That one had been rushed and performative, trying to stroke whatever fetish Andy and Not Andy were into. That kiss had filled Y/N's stomach with shock and confusion. This one started a fire in her chest, one that sent pinpricks of electricity down to her fingertips. Madison nipped at her top lip and ran her hands through her hair. She was gentler than Y/N expected her to be, but every once in a while she got a little tug on her hair that seemed extremely in-character for Madison.

Y/N and Madison's hands met at the fold of her towel, both of them fighting to untuck it. Soon enough it was discarded on the floor, and with it Madison's shirt. Madison immediately went to work, leaving hickeys on her chest. She came back up and pressed a kiss on Y/N's temple as her hand slowly slid in between her legs.

"Maddie," Y/N breathed, her eyes fluttering in pleasure.

Madison grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Do you forgive me?"

"Yes."

Madison's lips curled into a smirk. "Good girl."

[ilovetheriddler]

Ooooooohhhhhhh now I gotta ask you to get in depth about the worst aspects of a yandere AK Eddie. (Gn) reader not even really reciprocating 'cause they just see him as a friend, the riddles freaking them out, trying to leave him for at least a while, being put in a cage.. all that good stuff. A fic or headcanons please, whichever you want to do. Thanks 💚

Well, you want the worst of our dearest Eddie? I'm more than happy to oblige! I hope that you enjoy it!

Caged and Riddled.

(Arkham Games) Edward Nigma x GN!Reader.

(Declaimer: I don't condone or approve of the actions taken in this story. It is purely a work of fiction.)

Word Count: 715.

Contents: Obsessive Behavior, Possessive Behavior.

It had all started simple enough. Sometimes, Eddie could act a bit... strange in your eyes, obsessive and perhaps even a bit possessive at times, but you usually thought nothing of it. At least... until he started leaving those riddles for you. You had been used to getting his riddles before, so originally, it was nothing new, but eventually they changed in tone... and it made you feel nervous.

You tried to just ignore the riddles. Maybe Eddie was just going through some weird slump, and that was causing it? Yeah, that had to be it. But once you realized that there was definitely a romantic and sexual undertone to some of his behavior, you tried to let him down easy. Eddie was an extremely intelligent man. He'd surely understand that you just didn't see him that way.

"Listen, Mr Nigma, sir, it's nothing personal.... but I just view you as a friend and boss, you know?"

"......i... see..... how interesting..."

Overall, he wasn't screaming or throwing a fit at your statement, so you took that as a great sign... which was a horrible oversight on your part. He was simply choosing to wait and think this through, thinking of the most ideal way to make you realize how foolish you were being....

You were infuriated when you opened your dresser only to find every article of clothing you owned covered in stupid question marks! You angrily marched into Eddie's workshop, slamming your hands down on his desk.

"What the hell is this, Eddie?!"

"Hmm? I'm simply just staking my claim, making it known to the various gutter rats of this city that you belong to me. Is that really such an outlandish thing?"

"B-belong to you?! I don't belong to you! This is ridiculous!"

Later that night, you decided you'd had enough of how Eddie had been acting recently and packed up everything you could and left his lair.... or at least you tried to. You got about 15 minutes away from there before you were ambushed by one of his latest robotic contraptions and dragged back to his lair, where you were immediately met with the sight of a frantic and incredibly worried and annoyed Riddler.

"Ah! There you are! Now.... I can't believe that you'd be foolish enough to actually try and run away from me! Am I not good enough for you?! I provide you a place to sleep, food, clothes, and anything else you need!"

"You can't keep me here! In fact.... I quit!"

He went dead silent. His expression became neutral and blank for a moment before turning into a smug grin.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, my dear! You can't fucking quit! It's in the damn contract that you willingly signed without reading...."

You let out a confused and surprised squeal as you're thrown into a fairly large cage next to his workbench he usually sits at. There's a fluffy and soft blanket lining the bottom, so it's not as uncomfortable as it could be, but it's still a cage! He holds the contract in front of the cage, pointing towards the part he wants you to look closely at. Sure enough, right there it is. It can't be ethical, but it's written there.... By signing this agreement, then you're accepting that you're not allowed to quit while I, The Riddler, your employer, has use for you.

"T-that can't be legal!"

"....You're working for a supervillain. How is anything about your employment legal? Hmm?"

You go quiet.... damn it, he had a point. He went back to working on his latest project.

"Now... if you behave yourself in there, then I might allow you to actually sleep in your bed instead of the cage tonight. Is that what you want?"

You nodded reluctantly. You'd find a way out of this eventually, but for now, it was best to follow along without much question. He stared at you for a second, his smug grin growing even more ecstatic as he leaned closer to the cage.

"Perfect.... now, I want you to repeat something for me.... Say, "I love you so much, Eddie..."... if you do, then I might just reduce the amount of time you have to stay in the cage overall!"

".....I... I love you so much.... Eddie..."

[icejinlov3r]

Headcanons of my DB Boys

(Frieza, Frost, Cell, and Zamasu)

So, imma make this into one large post, since that's just gonna be easier for me. I'm also gonna split up the headcanons from SFW and NSFW in case people don't feel like reading anything dirty. In any case, here are my silly headcanons.

Frieza Headcanons

SFW:

Frieza is a wine lover (borderline alcoholic) tends to be his cope when dealing with just about any negative emotion.

Has trouble expressing his emotions with words. His actions speak louder.

Has a pretty short temper. Quite a few things annoy him, but things such as stupidity and arrogance infuriate him the most.

When not being an emperor, he often enjoys reading and studying, but can also enjoy playing advanced games, such as chess.

Thinks highly of his appearance - especially appreciates and admires his tail.

Has a high standard when it comes to food. When done right, he favorites tend to be any sort of seafood; crab, lobster, fish, things along those lines.

His only real insecurity is his height (most who make fun of his shortness end up dead lol)

Hates when his father - or anyone - refers to him as "princess"

Bears great shame for his initial defeat against Goku on Namek, though attempts to keep it hidden (and often fails). Also gained immense PTSD from the incident. Yay.

Has a naturally intimidating presence, but just about everyone knows that.

Always enjoys having his ego stroked, no matter what the situation

While not necessarily a light sleeper, his senses are so keen he often can notice even the slightest changes around him.

If there is a person who he actually cares about (which is very few) even he can't resist sparing his occassional moments of softness.

Closeness and intimacy frighten him on an emotional level - afraid to allow himself become "weak" and risk someone hurting him. Or worse, afraid of hurting them in turn. (He's an emperor, but he has feelings dammit!)

NSFW:

Frieza (and his entire race) are intersex/are hermaphrodites. Meaning they are single sexed, and also have both male and female genitalia, hidden within their cloaca.

He is bisexual, enjoying the company of both men and women, though he slight preference towards men.

Isn't necessarily picky about a person's appearance, so long as it's appealing.

Personality wise, it depends on the person - he can enjoy dominating over someone shy and nervous, but can also enjoy *being* dominated by someone strong and confident. Though any and all disrespect is a turn off.

He has no preference for roles; he's fine being top or bottom. Again, mostly depends on the person he's with.

While he may be a sadist outside the bedroom, he can be quite different in bed. He can be however rough or gentle his partner wants. He gets more satisfaction in getting reactions from whomever he's with.

Frieza is surprisingly affectionate. Enjoys kissing, sweet talk, gentle caresses, and etc.

Has a praise kink. Can't help murmuring words of praise and compliments to his partner and seeing their reaction.

Being addressed by his proper title is a huge turn on for him.

Never likes to skip to the main event. Thoroughly enjoys foreplay, giving and receiving.

Doesn't necessarily have the largest dick, but is average size for his race.

Frost Headcanons:

SFW:

Similar to Frieza, is a wine lover. Though doesn’t have nearly as big a problem as Frieza.

Often wants to avoid direct fights as often as possible, especially if he has no chance of winning

Can often be annoyed, but unlike Frieza, doesn’t lash out unless necessary.

Is and has always been a lonely person, especially after his cover as a hero was blown.

If he did have more free time, he’d rather enjoy lazy activities, such as watching TV, playing video games, and listening to music.

Is actually pretty skilled with electronics. Can usually hack many basic technology.

Is rather insecure about both his abilities and his looks, especially compared to Frieza.

Frost has a sweet tooth, and enjoys several desserts, parfaits being his favorite. Though he also likes pastas and some crab dishes, like Frieza.

Despite what people might think, he’s actually a very sensitive person. It’s easy for him to feel guilt or shame or sadness.

Has *serious* trust issues. Is extremely paranoid and fearful that everyone is out to hurt him somehow, especially after he becomes a fugitive. The world is a scary place to him.

His erasure at T.O.P was a traumatic experience for him.

Has lots of trouble sleeping, as he’s very prone to nightmares.

Keeps several hidden poison needles on his person; including wrists, heels, tail, and even the tip of his tongue.

Honest to Kami, this poor baby just needs a hug and a shoulder to cry on!!! 🥺🥺 (wow, I have really sad headcanons of Frosty boy)

NSFW:

Like Frieza, he is intersex/hermaphrodite.

He is bisexual, though with a heavy preference towards males (I use to headcanon him as gay, but that has changed)

Is almost certainly a virgin, though mainly out of fear of intimacy and vulnerability. Has immense trouble trusting anyone with his body (and his heart)

Has an extremely sensitive body, especially on his neck, his tail, and between the legs.

Is usually attracted to men with bigger builds and strong personalities - anyone who makes him feel weak. Or rather, feels safe enough to allow himself to be weak.

Has an extremely sensitive body, especially on neck, tail, and between the legs

Does NOT enjoy pain of any sort. Is quite terrified of it actually.

Frost is a submissive bottom. His biggest preference, but also because he’s often too shy to ever take charge.

Always prefers a slow, gentle build up towards the main event. A chance to relax and adapt. Though when sucked into the main event, will finally demand for something a bit more rough.

Is certainly not a quiet lover. Has rather loud vocal chords.

Also has a smaller than average dick, but it’s not his main concern.

Has a praise kink, but prefers being the receiver.

Enjoys being “dominated” over, but only with someone he truly trusts.

Perfect Cell Headcanons:

SFW:

Can and is an arrogant ass. No one is more perfect than himself.

Obviously thinks highly of his own looks and abilities. Truly loves himself.

Often enjoys teasing and mocking others whenever he feels like it (especially people like Vegeta or Frieza)

Similar to Frost, enjoys watching TV and playing video games. But he also enjoys more athletic activities.

Also has a short temper, and isn’t afraid to express it through his fists

Is the smart ass king. Full of snarky comments and sarcasm.

In spite of what people might think, he’s actually very observant. Very good at reading people for who they really are or what they’re really feeling.

Has amazing healing abilities due to Piccolo’s DNA

Is not picky with food. Like just about everything - except anything with bugs. He *refuses* to eat bugs of any sort!

Despite his high self esteem, he does feel a certain shame when being referred to as a “monster” or “freak”. Often turn out to be trigger words for his rage.

Claims he’s a lone wolf, but in truth can be quite lonely at times, even if he ends up pushing others away.

Is a heavy sleeper and a loud snorer. An explosion could happen outside his bedroom and he’d hardly be phased.

Never lies. Always tells the truth, sometimes even bluntly. This is cause he *despises* lies.

NSFW:

Only has male genitalia but keeps it concealed under the black sheath on his groin.

Cell is pansexual - is attracted to all races and genders alike. He’s into everyone and everything.

Tends to have a dirty mind, though never to the point of disgusting or depraved.

You know this guy has a porno collection and is proud of it

There is little Cell isn’t into; has a wide variety of kinks. Though one of his favorites tends to be biting.

While normally fine with either role, Cell prefers to top (and almost always does).

Isn’t afraid to flirt or talk dirty. It’s practically his first language at times.

Usually adapts to whatever preferences his lover wants, since he enjoys sex either way.

Similar to Frieza, isn’t necessarily picky about appearances, so long as it’s appealing.

Usually likes people who are “hard to get”, or aren’t easy - tsunderes really.

Theres no soft way of putting this - he has a big dick. That’s all I’m saying. Moving on.

Enjoys most attention on his face and dick, since the rest of his body is covered in bio-armor, and thus has no real nerves to feel pleasure.

Straight up, is an *amazing* kisser.

Zamasu Headcanons:

SFW:

Has little patience for people in general, though especially regarding mortals.

While he’s a skilled fighter, doesn’t really like fighting. Finds it to be primitive and barbaric.

Puts himself on a higher pedestal than all mortals, and even some immortals.

During his free time, he’ll often enjoy the peace and quiet with his reading, practicing calligraphy, cooking, and meditation. Anything to ease his thoughts.

Claims he hates mortals, but really he’s just frustrated he doesn’t understand them and their illogical decisions.

Absolutely hates loud noises. Something about them just brings him immense anxiety. He attempts to keep hidden earplugs on his person.

Often asks the big questions in life, searching for his true purpose in the universe.

Enjoys foods that don’t necessarily have a strong flavor. Simplicity is appealing to his taste buds. Like a nice cup of tea.

Is very good at holding his composure - but only for so long.

Is a light sleeper. Tends to make him rather grumpy.

NSFW:

Possesses “typical” male genitalia (I heard somewhere that apparently Kai don’t have anything down there - my headcanon doesn’t agree)

One would assume he’s possible ace, both in means of attraction and romance. But Zamasu is actually gay - he’s just very very closeted. (Not about being gay, but about being attracted to anyone in general)

His standards for a partner are high. In fact he firmly believes there’s no one who could both appeal to him and understand him. BUT! Should they happen to do so, he tends to enjoy bigger builds on men. As for personality….all he really wants is someone he can understand, and in turn understand him.

While he does feel arousal and love, he can’t help feeling ashamed at doing so, thinking he should above such primitive feelings.

Is incredibly shy in bed, both with exposing his body and committing to the act.

When eventually relaxed enough to have sex, he does enjoy and appreciate foreplay, but only certain kinds.

Has the most sensitive ears. Enjoys having them touched, kissed, and bitten.

Is almost always a bottom role, often as a preference and because he lacks experience.

Just like Frost, is probably a virgin - in fact even more likely to be one.

Keeps quiet for most of the time, at least unless he’s close or is during the main event.

Like Frost, doesn’t enjoy pain in the slightest.

Okay, I think that’s everything (literally took me a few hours to complete this, but it was worth it). Now keep in mind, these are just MY headcanons. They are not fact, and you do not have to agree with them. I just wanted to write my interpretation of my favorite DB boys.

What do guys think? Tell me yours thoughts if you’d like! In any case, hope you enjoy!

[dwaekkistar]

Chapter II: Boundaries

       Sujin woke up with a soft groan, as he was long out of his omega and little headspace. He slightly groaned and cringed at himself as he lifted his head from his pillow remembering everything that happened last night. The memories of him slipping into little space while vulnerably forcing himself into his omega headspace out of anger, to him becoming overwhelmingly needy while in Hyunjin's presence, to Chan staying in his room for the night. That's when he looked to his side to confirm if the alpha was still there, but the spot beside him was empty, and based on the omega's use of his sense of smell, he could tell the older had to have been gone for a while, as the seawater was very faint. That kind of annoyed Sujin, as the alpha had made it known he was going to spend the night with him, so why break that word by leaving in the middle of the night? He pushed it to the back of his mind not wanting to make a bigger deal out of it than it needed to be. He groggily got up from his bed, gently ruffling his bed hair. He quickly headed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth before checking his face in the mirror. He decided he'd give it a quick wash with the little skincare product he had left. He went back to his room and noticed his bag was completely emptied, and all of his stuff was put up in its intended place. He quickly picked up the skincare bottles seeing they were on their last few 'squirts' and headed back to the bathroom, quickly lathering them up and applying them to his face.

    When he was finally done after rinsing his face off for the last time, he quickly dried it and prepped himself to head downstairs as his stomach was heavily growling. Upon picking it up from his nightstand, he checked the time on his phone and was surprised to see he had slept until 11 a.m. A time he wasn't used to waking up because his former job always gave him early shifts. He quietly headed downstairs and met with the smell of what he could only assume was bacon and a sweet-smelling pastry. He reached the living room and kitchen being hit with various new scents as well, as well as whatever was being made in the kitchen. In the living room watching TV and playing around were Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Han, and Jeongin. while Chan, Minho, and Changbin seemed busy in the kitchen. The two older alphas were busy cooking something while Changbin seemed to be deeply focused on something on his laptop in front of him.

      Sujin walked into the kitchen towards the two at the stove, noticing that they were making a fairly western breakfast, bacon and pancakes and eggs, which Sujin thought to himself explained the smell from upstairs.

"Boo." the omega said abruptly as loud as his deep voice would allow him, causing the three alphas in the kitchen to jump from shock as they all looked to see who spooked them. They calmed down when they realized it was Sujin.

"Sujin what was that for?" Chan softly whined as he finished the last of the food with Minho. Sujin immediately being hit with a wave of their scents, Chan and Minho's seawater and dark chocolate as well as a new scent intricately mixing with his strawberry and honey scent. He stood there quietly as he tried to decipher what the new scent was when Changbin snapped him back out of his thoughts.

"Earth to sujin ?" the muscular alpha said softly as he chuckled, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I'm just trying to figure out what your scent is," Sujin replied softly as he rubbed his forearm gently. " I can't place it..."

Upon saying so Changbin gestured for the omega to come over with a smirk. Sujin immediately listened, and shuffled over to the alpha, innocently stopping before him. Changbin moved his head to the side allowing Sujin to move closer and take a sniff of his scent gland. The omega gladly accepted the gesture leaning in, being hit with a strong whiff of coffee. He inhaled the smell a few times before pulling away. He had to admit the alpha's scent was pretty intoxicating and addictive with how potent it was.

"That's why I couldn't figure it out," Sujin said with a pout, " your scent practically blends in with the aroma of the food in the kitchen."

The three alphas in front of Sujin chuckled at his words as they finished up, Chan gesturing for Sujin to sit in the empty seat next to him so he could serve the omega. He listened carefully sitting on the bar stool, before silently fidgeting with his fingers. Changbin called the rest of the pack to the kitchen to eat breakfast before heading back to his laptop and closing it. Minho quickly walked over to Sujin placing a plate a plate with pancakes, bacon, breakfast sausages, and some eggs. For sensory reasons, the omega slightly grimaced at the eggs as he never ate them. Just attempting to eat the item would always make Sujin puke. He looked around noticing that only 2 of the pack, Minho and Chan, didn't have their plates yet, While the rest were already staring to chow down on the food. He only started eating when the last 2 alphas took their seat on either side of him. He savored the pancakes as he ate them, doing a little dance in his seat at how good they tasted.

"Someone seems to be enjoying my pancakes," Chan said with a soft chuckle as he admired the omega's response to the food. Sujin softly smiled and continued to eat his food, while the rest of the pack snuck quick enthusiastic glances his way.

He continued to eat until the only thing left on his plate was the eggs, and by now most of the pack had left the table minus Hyunjin and Minho. Sujin quietly played with the eggs trying to avoid them as much as possible.

"Do you not like the eggs Sujin?" Hyunjin quietly asked, taking notice of me avoiding the eggs.

"Uh, it's not that... I just have a bad sensory response to it that makes me sick?" the omega said nervously not wanting to offend the alpha's eggs.

"Oh that's perfectly fine," Minho responded as he got up and grabbed my plate, " We don't want to force you to eat something you can't cutie... Here Hyunjin you can have his eggs."

The other alpha took Sujin's eggs and happily ate them, while the omega began to feel slightly guilty. He wasn't used to treatment like that. Usually, if his parents made him food he didn't like they'd force him to eat it. He softly pouted as he stared at the counter, unsure how to recover from it, so he looked up at the alpha heading over to the kitchen sink, as everyone had already left either for their room or daily errands.

"Thank you," Sujin said softly still looking at the counter, " for doing that..."

" No need to thank me," Hyunjin replied as he began to wash the dishes in the sink. Sujin wasn't sure what to do now that breakfast was over and he didn't know if the alpha was okay with him offering to help so he decided he was going to go back to his room.

"Uhm.. I'm going to head back to my room.." the omega said softly waiting at the edge of the counter near the stairs for an answer.

"Oh I'm almost done Sujin," Hyyunjin replied softly, "I can head upstairs with you if you want."

"Oh, okay I'll sit and wait," Sujin said as he sat back down at the counter waiting for Hyunjin to finish up. He took his phone out of his pocket and started searching for some nearby jobs seeing as he needed money to hold him over. He wasn't 100% sure if he was going to pick this pack and he needed to have a backup plan when it came to his financials. Hyunjin finished up and walked over to the omega seeing that he seemed to be fully immersed in his phone when he realized the latter was looking up job openings.

"Hey, uhm if you're looking for a job, I think some of the pack members might have some openings with their stuff that they'd want you to help with." the alpha spoke softly not wanting to spook the omega.

"Oh no, I couldn't burden them with my presence like, wouldn't it be a bit much having me in the house and at work?" Sujin said as he shook his nervously, slipping his phone back into his pocket. He hated to admit it but he was hoping the alpha didn't see the condition of his measly little phone.

"We don't mind," Hyunjin said as he softly rested his hands on Sujin's shoulder, "I'm sure you need the money just in case you think things here aren't working out for you. Plus from the looks of it.. You need a new phone and soon... this one is obviously hanging on its last life."

"You don't have to immediately accept the offers," he said in a soft reassuring tone as he pulled me up out of my seat, "but think about it a bit once they bring up the details with you before answering. I promise you won't regret it."

The tall alpha then led Sujin back upstairs stopping between Sujin's door and another door. " If you need me I'll be in my room over here," he said as he pointed at the bedroom door across from Sujin's. Sujin nodded and Hyunjin quickly headed into his bedroom, the omega following after and walking into his bedroom.

The omega softly plopped onto his bed, looking over at his nesting bed. He quietly thought to himself looking at each of the items in it, curious about which pack members contributed to it. The omega wondered why the others so willingly gave up items of theirs to him just so he could make a comfortable nest, it's not like they were obligated to. Why were they treating him with such care he thought to himself? He pulled his phone back out of his pocket scrolling through video after video on his social media so that he could feel occupied with something. The omega wouldn't be one to lie about him feeling uncomfortable whenever he was left alone to his thoughts. He sometimes contemplated how he hadn't ended things whenever he reminisced about the way he was treated back home. He had no one and despite all that he endured he stayed alive in hopes that things would change for him.

Sujin had become so immersed in his thoughts that he hadn't realized how much time had gone by until he heard a knock on his door. He jolted up a bit in his bed waiting for whoever it was to announce their presence.

They knocked again before speaking, "It's Felix, can I come in?" he said softly as he waited for Sujin to respond.

"Yeah you can," the omega responded softly, still staring at his phone scrolling through random feeds hoping they would be enough of a mental distraction. The alpha on the opposite side of the door carefully opened it and took a few steps into the room. Sujin looked up at Felix not wanting to be rude.

"How are you liking it here so far?" the alpha said with a soft smile. Sujin couldn't explain it, but something about the alpha made him want to smile back. Felix emitted this vibe that made Sujin feel comfortable even if he was standing a few feet away...

"I guess I could say I enjoy it here," the omega said with a faint smile as he rubbed the nape of his neck. Felix took a few steps forward, taking the omega's words as an invite further into the room. He kept walking until he stood just a few inches next to Sujin at the foot of the bed, giving the omega a questioning look as he gestured at the bed. The younger nodded his head, giving the alpha the green light to sit next to him.

Felix carefully sat next to Sujin and shot him a warm smile, "That's great, I hope we can make it even better," he said enthusiastically as he looked around the room and caught a glimpse of Sujin's phone, " Oh we should probably work on getting you a new phone."

" Oh no you guys don't have to worry, I'll get a new one when I save up enough money," Sujin said shaking his head. He genuinely didn't want to become a financial burden to anyone in the pack.

"You don't have to worry about becoming a financial burden if that's what you're thinking about..." Felix said as he smiled and tilted his head towards the omega calmly reassuring him, "We're courting you so we want you to be as comfortable as possible around us, and pampering you with gifts would be part of that."

Sujin smiled back in response, although slightly anxious as he now had to accept that they were going to spend money on him whether or not he liked it. "Can we do it soon then?" the omega replied a bit anxiously. "I'm not sure how long this phone will hold up honestly."

"Yeah, and how did it even get like that to begin with?" the alpha said with a soft chuckle as he tried to grasp how a phone could end up in such a condition.

"Oh I had a family pack back in New Zealand, and they were pretty... rough... towards me.." Sujin replied sheepishly as he rubbed the nape of his neck having put more emphasis on the word rough. Felix had titled his head again furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to figure out why Sujin had said the word like that but decided to not say anything about it, he figured it was most likely something the younger didn't want to talk about.

"Is there anything you want to do or plan on doing while you're here ?" Felix abruptly said as if to change the topic. Sujin thought to himself for a few seconds but realized he hadn't been prepared to answer a question like that. It wasn't his choice to go to South Korea, so he had never bothered to research any activities he wanted to partake in. The younger just softly shrugged before honestly answering.

"I'm not sure, I never really bothered to look up any activities to do here because I didn't think I'd actually end up here."

"Oh that makes it much better for us then," Felix replied happily, " we can just show you the places we love here."

Sujin smiled at that, it warmed his heart to know that they genuinely wanted to do such things with him.

"We can go out in a few to get you a new phone," he said, "and some clothes, as it is starting to get cold and I think the pack is planning some dates these next few months with you."

Sujin couldn't help but blush softly in response. "Okay, then I'll just change into something more suited for outside and wait by the garage." With that statement Felix had gotten up and left the room, giving the omega the privacy to change comfortably.

He put on a pair of simple black pants, and his Doc Martin boots, and put a hoodie over his shirt before heading to the garage and waiting for a bit. He wasn't sure if it was just Felix taking him or if the alpha was going to round up everyone else. He waited messing with the soon-to-be trash phone until he heard more than one footstep making its way toward the garage. He softly smiled getting up as he was met by Felix, Bang Chan, Hyunjin, and Seungmin. Upon seeing the beta, Sujin's smile faltered as he no longer felt comfortable. Bang Chan led everyone over to a car in the garage that seemed to be smaller than the SUV he had transported the day before. Seungmin was one of the first to get in the back seat as Felix and Chan took over the front seats, Chan in the driver and Felix in the passenger. Hyunjin was going to gesture to the omega to go in the backseat next when he read the younger body language, remembering that the omega would be less fond of Seungmin after the incident that recently transpired. The alpha decided he would sit between the beta and omega, to avoid any newer incident taking place. When they got back home he would have to find a way to get the omega to initiate boundaries. Hyunjin carefully sat in the car pulling Sujin into the car behind him, closing the doors as they all got in.

[ramshackle-ramblings]

Chapter 6: Reunion

in which Alise receives a gift, and Mouse solicits help

First Previous

A small "Noooo" escaped Mouse, looking at Jamil horrified before turning to look at an emerging Sebek. Their face went pale at the sight of the furious half-fae.

"Begging the Great Seven for it to be anything but Alise," Mouse commented, eyes glued to Sebek's form.

Jamil looked curiously at Mouse, and then back to Sebek, the tip of his togue sticking out again.

Lilia and Silver followed in Sebek's wake. Lilia had his arm around the waist of a small girl, guiding her along with them.

"Is that her?" Jamil asked. "She's tiny."

Silver caught Mouse's eye from the across the hall, and pointed at Alise with a shrug.

Mouse only nodded to Jamil's question, speaking up to joke; "And mighty."

They waved at Silver, mouthing "I'm so sorry" to him. They motioned Silver to come here, again mouthing "I can save you if you come here". Mouse wasn't sure if they were joking or not. Silver nodded and redirected Lilia toward Mouse's group.

"Look what I found!" Lilia crowed when they got close. "Actually, I think Silver found her, but I kept her from getting lost again."

Alise waved, unsure at what point she was allowed to break away from her kidnappers escorts.

Mouse detached themselves from Jamil, offering the group a nervous smile.

"I'm so sorry about this," Mouse called back, rubbing their arm in nervous habit. "But thank you so much for taking care of her, it means so much."

Sebek stopped when he heard Mouse’s voice, grumbling as he turned to look over.

"Of course! She was no trouble at all," Lilia waved off Mouse’s thanks.

Mouse glanced over to Sebek, before looking back at Lilia. Their smile faltering just slightly. "I'm happy to hear that."

Lilia followed Mouse's gaze to Sebek, and waved it off. "That's nothing to worry about. He's just not used to people matching his energy."

"Are you sure?" Mouse asked, worry lacing their voice. "I mean he's..." Not normally so annoyed? Not as angry looking?

"Oh, very sure," Lilia promised Mouse.

Mouse just simply nodded, looking over to Sebek who was staring their way before quickly turning when they made eye contact. Mouse letting out a soft sigh. "Thank you guys again, I'll try to keep a tighter leash on her until potionology..."

Lilia declared that no thanks were necessary, she was no trouble at all. Mouse offered Alise their hand, looking back to Jamil and Kalim only to find Kalim running to be by their side.

"Hi!!" He chimed, latching onto Mouse's other arm.

"Hi," Alise answered, looking genuinely delighted. She took Mouse's hand, and Lilia looked proud of the successful hand-off. "They're ... a little scary when they're all together in a mob like that," she whispered.

Mouse gently pulled Alise towards them, like a worried mother who just repossessed their problem child. Lilia floated off toward Sebek, and the food after that.

Kalim circled back to stand on the other side of Alise. "You're the new student that Mouse mentioned, right?"

"I probably am," Alise confirmed.

Kalim smiled, taking Alise's free hand into his own. "Mouse was telling us about you! It's so nice to meet you, I'm Kalim! If you need anything you can just come to me, okay!?"

"Thanks," Alise answered Kalim, mentally increasing her Number Of Times I've Been Kidnapped count. Weird that it's gone from 0 to 3 in 12 hours. "I'm Alise. I can't think of anything I need just now."

Kalim nodded, his eyes sparkling as he spoke to her. "That's okay! Anything to help out Mouse's new dorm mate!"

"Thanks," Alise said. "I'll, uh, I'll keep that in mind."

Kalim nodded again before gasping as if he just remembered something, turning to face Jamil and waving at him excitedly "Oh! Oh!! Jamil!! You should come meet Alise too!!"

Jamil said, "Hello," but his face said "must I?". Alise responded with "Hello," but her face said "help me".

Silver waited for Lilia and Sebek to get a little further away.  Not actually out of earshot, but far enough that everyone could pretend they were.

"Sebek will be fine. This just might be the first time in years he hasn't been able to glower someone into submission." His gaze shifted to Alise, held hostage between Kalim and Mouse. "I think I understand what you were saying earlier, though," he said, almost fondly.

"Ah... So that's the root of his ire..." Mouse hummed, looking over to Alise with a soft expression. "I hate to say it, but that might actually be for the best with him..." Mouse looked back to Silver, rubbing the back of their neck and forcing out a laugh. "Yeahhh... She's uhm... Very confrontational - and we've only just met her."

"That appears to be the overwhelming opinion on it. Lilia declared this 'the start of a beautiful friendship'," Silver shrugged.

"Eeeehh..." Mouse made a sound at Lilia's declaration. "I'm not sure I'd uh... Describe it as *that* exactly."

Silver just shrugged.

Mouse sighed, motioning to Silver to catch up with the other Diasomnia boys. "Well... Let's just hope they don't kill each other."

They then turned to Alise and Kalim, patting Alise on the head before speaking gently. "Let's get you two fed..."

"Fed sounds good," she agreed, resigned to being herded for the immediate future.

Mouse smiled, following behind the pair with Jamil. He started to point out an empty table near the back, but was interrupted by Ace and Deuce mobbing Mouse.

"We asked Jack if he'd help," Deuce started. "But he told us we were irresponsible."

Mouse jumped slightly at their sudden appearance. "O-oh... Oh! Oh no we uhm- We found her!" Mouse stumbled, gently pulling Alise to stand in front of them as if showing her off to the two other freshmen.

"I guess Silver found her on his way to pick up Malleus from class..." They explained, quickly letting go of Alise to catch a bolt of whining grey mass that jumped into their arms and quickly snuggled into them.

Alise didn't think she'd ever seen anyone look as relieved as Deuce did in that moment. He looked like he was considering hugging her. She just waved and turned to Mouse. "Did ... did you have the school looking for me?"

"Uhm... No... Just these two, and eventually Silver." Mouse responded, rubbing the back of their neck. Cheeks flushing as Kalim engulfed them in a tight hug.

"Oh yeah!! They were miserable our entire study hall worrying about you!" Kalim said, without any regard to Mouse's protests. "But we're lucky we found you, ‘cause now Mouse can stop beating themselves up over nothing!"

His tone was soft as he spoke the last remark, pressing his cheek against Mouse's. They leaned into his presence. Though Mouse's face screamed of guilt, Kalim's was more of an overjoyed older brother who was previously worried. Grim reached up to play with one of Kalim's earrings and giggled to himself every time it made a jingling sound.

Alise blinked up at Mouse. "I'm sorry I worried you," she said softly. Where are you? and Where have you been? were not questions she was used to answering. As long as obligations were met, most people in her life didn’t care if she was here or there, or how or when she’d gotten from one place to another.

Mouse looked over to Alise, offering her a soft smile before patting her head. "No need to apologize, we're the ones who failed to keep track of you." It wasn't exactly wrong. "I'm just happy you're safe."

Alise shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be safe? And ... I'm not actually a child," she said it with a little laugh, but her tone was serious. "I don't really need babysitting."

Jamil gave her an appraising look, but said nothing, just raised an eyebrow in Mouse's direction.

Mouse's smile faltered, Kalim looking at them curiously as they responded. "W-well, it's a really big school in an unfamiliar place. It's not hard to get lost." Mouse ducked their head, grabbing one of Grim's paws to stop him from batting at Kalim's earrings.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like a child, I apologize..." Their tone genuine before they cleared their throat. "But! We should get food before lunch ends!"

"Food is good!" Alise agreed cheerfully. She turned toward the cafeteria. "What's for lunch?"

Grim quickly jumped out of Mouse's arm, at the same time Kalim unwrapped from them. The two energetic figures flanking Alise and guiding her towards the counters filled with food.

"It's an all you can eat buffet!!" Grim announced, his walk silly as he was on his hind legs only and not all fours. His usually animated tail unusually still to keep him balanced.

"Mhm! And don't worry about the end price today! I'll cover the cost as a welcome gift!" Kalim spoke, voice tinted with excitement.

Mouse only sighed, turning to look at Jamil with an apologetic look. "I think I know the answer, but you packed Kalim's and your own lunch today, yeah?"

Jamil nodded. "And I'm glad I did, because it would have been impossible to get him to leave. Are you getting something from the buffet, or would you like to share with us? There's plenty."

`Number Of Times I've Been Kidnapped: 4?`

Mouse hummed, looking between the buffet and then Jamil. Thoughts running a mile a minute before they were cut off by Ace throwing an arm around their shoulders.

"I think they'd like to share," he answered for them, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips but his eyes reading concern.

Mouse opened their mouth to argue, shutting it quickly when he placed a finger to their lips and shushed her audibly.

"He's the one who offered, so it's fine!" He argued against their unspoken words, patting their chest lightly.

"Come on, then. Before there's not a table," Jamil began to weave through the cafeteria toward an empty table, taking Ace's answer as the decision. Mouse huffed, shoving Ace off them dramatically before waving to him, following after Jamil quickly.

Jamil began pulling things out and setting them up on the table for lunch. He was right, there was a lot of food.

Ace saluted Mouse, snickering to himself before grabbing onto Deuce's arm and tugging him towards the usual Heartslabyul spot where Riddle was. "C'mon before Riddle collars us!"

"We're not gonna eat with Mouse?" Deuce went with Ace, but had clearly misunderstood what the plan for lunch had been.

"Did you forget?" Ace chastised, shaking his head. "Riddle's having all of us sit together for lunch today! And Mouse will be fine! They're with Jamil and Kalim, what's the worst those two can do to them? Spoil ‘em?"

"I know Mouse will be fine!" Deuce protested, following Ace into the crowd. He had forgotten.

"Then c'mon!" Ace urged, as if the two weren't already on their way to the table.

Jamil had just about finished the lunch spread, when Kalim led Alise to the table with Jamil and Mouse. Grim looked exceptionally pleased. Alise looked mortified.

None of them had any food.

"I don't know what happened," Alise started. "I didn't ask for anything, really."

Mouse looked up at the group, their face going pale at both everyone's expressions and at Alise's words.

"No.... He didn't..." Mouse's words came out quiet and airy, barely audible over the chatter of the other students in the room. Turning to look at Jamil. "Tell me he didn't..."

"He did," Jamil said flatly.

Several cafeteria workers were depositing loaded trays onto the table. Grim was supervising smugly.

Mouse sighed, pulling out their phone - "generously" to them by the headmaster to quickly text a certain Hyena.

You wouldn't happen to have gotten lunch yet, would you?

Immediately their phone vibrated in response.

Nope :) Just finished getting Leona his sandwich though :/ Kalim got the new student way too much food... Help us...

Mouse immediately spoke up. "I'm asking Ruggie to help us with..." They surveyed the trays of food being placed on the table, exhaustion quickly taking them over with another sigh. "This..."

"I swear, I didn't ask for any of it. I was just looking at what there was," Alise tried to explain.

Jamil shook his head. "It's fine. We should have expected ... " he waved his hand at the food. "This."

Mouse chuckled, motioning for Alise to calm down. "It's not your fault in the slightest, hun." They then glanced over to Jamil, nodding along. "It was a uhm... Oversight on our part."

Kalim just smiled, hands on his hips as if he achieved something great - which he might as well have. "Well it wouldn't be a good welcome gift if I didn't go all out!!"

Mouse sighed again, checking their new messages

New student? Wait NVM that's not important I'll be there in like 10 10? Tupperware ....` Ruggie no... :)

Alise blinked at Kalim in confusion. "I ... Yes, but ... I mean ... " She gave up. He looked so proud, and she was sure he was just being genuinely nice, but this was just absurd. No single person could be expected to eat all of this, and he'd already told her that he wasn't going to have any of it.

She continued to stare at him, baffled, and flopped onto the bench.

"Thank you," she settled on finally.

"Of course!" Kalim announced before sitting down.

Next

[wild-karrde]

Hi Karrde! Might be a little late but congratulations on the 400, that's an awesome thing to celebrate over!

If there's still time and you're willing: can I have a "I'll stay for as long as you let me" and "Stay forever then." with Tech?

HELLO ANON! Thank you for the kind words! And you were not late at all. If anything, I am late as I'm slowly poking away at these (but it's the holidays, we're NOT putting pressure on ourselves. IT'S ALL GOOD). This one got super soft on me, and I see an emerging theme between the last two ficlets I've written: I just want our boys to rest. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE AND THANK YOU AGAIN!

Pairings: Tech x GN!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, nudity, showering together)

“Hello, darling.”

Your heart flutters as his tall, thin silhouette materializes in the doorway of your apartment, helmet in hand. You put down your datapad, sweeping him into an embrace. His arms wrap around you, and you bury your nose in his chest, inhaling deeply. He smells like blaster smoke, sweat, and the soap you bought him last time he was on Coruscant. Tech was never one to allow himself even small indulgences, not seeing the practicality in it, so you’d made a habit of gifting him small luxuries here and there. 

“Missed you,” you whisper. 

“And I you.” 

You take his helmet from him, setting it on the table to be cleaned eventually. There are a few more scuffs and dirt streaks than normal. Tech carefully steps out of his boots, leaving them by the door so as not to dirty your floor. You help him remove the rest of his armor, which you’ll meticulously clean in the way he showed you later. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” he replies, giving you a small smile. 

You note he’s carefully stripping out of the top of his undersuit, wincing slightly. 

“Are you hurt?” 

“Just a few abrasions.” 

You nod, knowing he’s downplaying it but not arguing with him. You know making a fuss won’t change the number of injuries he has, nor the likelihood that he’ll sustain more like them. “Sit down, I’ll bring you some food and get the medkit.” 

He’d only given you a few hours notice, so the best you could scrounge up was leftover stir-fry from the night before and some cookies, but Tech devours it as though it were a gourmet meal. While he eats, you carefully clean and bandage his wounds. You know he could do this himself, but he’s always told you that you do a better job. You’re not certain that’s true, but you never have called him out on it. It’s nice to have him appreciate your medical skill, and you’re more than glad to put it to use on him. 

You’d met in the med ward here on Coruscant. He was escorting his much larger brother in after a mishap with a faulty explosive. Wrecker had been lucky, only burning his palms and breaking a finger. Tech had stated he’d normally have dealt with it himself, but they hadn’t restocked their medical supplies yet, and most of the other clone medical centers were full of more serious injuries at the moment. You’d assured him it wasn’t a problem. 

At first, you’d been annoyed at how he’d hovered over your shoulder, watching you carefully as you cleaned and bandaged Wrecker’s hands. When you’d gone to grab another roll of gauze, he’d followed you, and you’d finally whirled on him, allowing your annoyance to get the best of you. 

“Do you think I can’t do my job without your supervision?” you’d snapped. 

“I apologize if I gave you that impression. My presence was more intended to calm Wrecker. He often looks to me to determine if an injury is worse than it looks. I was hoping that by watching you closely and showing no alarm, it would calm him down.” He picked at his glove a little sheepishly, and you’d ducked your head in embarrassment. 

“I… I’m sorry. I thought-”

“I understand how you could come to that conclusion,” he assured you. “I’m sure you noted the injury on the side of his head. When he sustained that, it was severely downplayed by the civilian medic that treated him. The medic then made him feel as though he were overreacting and exaggerating his pain levels, but the damage was quite severe, and that instance bred a sort of mistrust for medical professionals that aren’t me.” 

You nodded, reaching for the gauze. “I’m sorry he went through that. No one deserves to have their pain downplayed like that.”

He smiled at you. “I agree.”

You moved to step past him, but he hesitantly laid a hand on your arm. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s admirable how you care for him. Many consider us to be expendable, but it’s apparent how attentive you are and how you’re paying careful attention to his reactions and pain. I know he appreciates it. As do I.” 

Your face flushed with heat, and you returned his smile. “Of course.” 

You’d completed your work on Wrecker, suddenly noting that the large clone occasionally shot his brother a nervous look as he watched over your shoulder, and Tech would give him a reassuring nod when he caught his eye. It was so subtle you’d have never noticed it without Tech telling you, but now that you knew, all you wanted to do was wrap them both in a hug. After you’d completed bandaging Wrecker and he’d mumbled his thanks, Tech had asked you to dinner under the pretense of learning about the technique you’d used when splinting the broken finger, but you both knew that was a bold-faced lie. 

You’d never minded. 

Now, you gently applied bacta to a blaster burn on his shoulder, smoothing the gel over the damaged skin there. Tech hissed slightly between clenched teeth. You pause, whipping out your penlight to look more closely at the wound, worried you’ve missed something. Tech chuckles quietly as he watches you over his shoulder, immediately knowing what you’re thinking. “The bacta was just colder than I expected. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Better to be certain.” 

“One of the things I love about you.” 

You smile, giving the burn one last cursory look before carefully bandaging it, placing a light kiss next to it when you are done. He catches your hand in his as you stride past him to replace your supplies, kissing the back of your knuckles. 

“Thank you, darling.”

“Of course, my love,” you reply, leaning down to press your lips against his forehead. He leans against you, and you can feel the exhaustion in his muscles. Quickly, you clear his dishes from the table before leading him down the hall to your bedroom. 

You help him shower, gently washing the dirt from his skin and ensuring not to scrub too hard at the fresh bandages peppering his chest, arms, and back. He allows it, watching you without protest as you lather his skin carefully and massage his scalp with shampoo. You know letting someone else take control is a struggle for him, and you appreciate that he’s finally comfortable enough to let his guard down around you, to allow you to take care of him in the way he deserves but will never ask for. 

When you’re both rinsed clean, you stand for a while, your bodies pressed together as the water trickles down your skin. You hope the constant patter of the water on his shoulders is working some of the tension from his muscles and spine as he presses chaste kisses along your neck and shoulders, finally allowing his chin to rest there, his arms wrapped around your torso. 

“I love you very much,” he whispers. 

“And I love you,” you reply. Those three words had always come easy to the two of you, neither of you feeling the need to choose a “right” time to express your affections. It had just come out of him one night as you sat next to each other on your couch, and you’d never hesitated in saying it back. You and Tech both had discussed early on that you were fine with being upfront about your emotions and feelings. War didn’t allow for the luxury of beating around the bush when it came to important things being said. 

You feel him sag against you slightly, and you take that as your cue to retrieve the fluffiest towel you own, helping him dry off before leading him to bed. 

The two of you slip under the sheets together, him pulling you close so that your back is pressed against his chest. One arm slips under your neck, the other wrapping around your waist. You resist the heat swirling in your belly, knowing he needs rest right now and to heal. If he’s still here in the morning, you know there’ll be time for other activities, but for right now, you just want him to sleep peacefully next to you without any expectations beyond that. 

“Do you know how long you can stay?” you ask, knowing he probably doesn’t have a definitive answer. 

“I’ll stay for as long as you let me.”

You reach down, interlacing your fingers with his and pulling his hand up to your lips, brushing his knuckles with a kiss. “Stay forever then,” you whisper.

You both know it’s impossible, that eventually his comm will go off and he’ll be whisked away once more on some mission he can’t tell you about on some world you’ll likely never visit. But it’s nice to pretend, if only for a few moments. As pragmatic as Tech is, he allows himself the indulgence this once, nuzzling against the back of your neck as he breathes you in. 

“I just may.”

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[captain-mj]

I'm begging for a second Ghoap Outlander part

Of course!

Ghost tried to escape this weird place. Keyword was try. 

Soap brought him food and untied him again. Ghost waited until he wasn’t looking to grab a small piece of wood to stash up his sleeve. He watched Soap back, getting annoyed with the staring. Soap softened when they made eye contact but Ghost looked away. 

Once he was done eating, Soap set the plate aside and gently tied him up, doing his best not to touch him. It was a small detail, but Ghost appreciated it nonetheless. 

Soap had a pensive look on his face, clearly thinking of something. He scanned over Ghost’s mask before smiling. “Ye look better. More color in your face today.” 

Ghost paused before realizing it was a joke, failing to stifle the small chuckle it got from him. He got flustered and glared at Soap who looked thrilled to get a reaction. 

“Sleep, okay? Ye look tired.” Soap put a blanket over him and left him. 

Ghost started to cut through the binds immediately. It took longer than he would’ve liked, but he managed. He slipped out of the door, surprised by how easy it was to simply break the lock. The hallways were mostly clear, but he still moved quickly. He didn’t want to stick around too long if he could help it. 

The Exit. 

It was so close. Right fucking there. 

Soap caught him just as he saw it and glared at him, arms crossed like he had caught a kid stealing food and not a grown man trying to regain his freedom. 

“Listen up yo-” He started to threaten Soap.

Soap grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder. Ghost was… surprised to say the least. They were the same height and he wasn’t exactly a small person. Soap started to carry him but he noticed he didn’t bring him back to the infirmary room he had been in. Ghost immediately started to fight again. He had no clue what this… deviant was planning on doing with him, but he wanted absolutely no part. 

Soap brought him to a bigger room. It had a bigger bed and it had a flag of some sort on the wall. The flag had a similar pattern to Soap’s clothing and Ghost tried to remember anything about tartans that he could. 

He dropped Ghost on to the bed and shook his head.

“Ghost, you really should not trito escape. You opened your wound again.” He sounded so admonishing that Ghost resisted the urge to salute him. 

Ghost looked down, realizing there was blood dripping through his shirt.

“You need to let me leave. I have people who will be looking for me.”

“No one has yet, so you’re going to stay with me for now.” Soap growled at him, stepping closer and Ghost instinctively leaned away. He roughly moved Ghost so he could lift his shirt and check the wound before rebandaging. The entire time, he kept a steady hand on Ghost’s chest. If Ghost started to breath a little heavier or pant, Soap would order him to breath. It was… odd. Worked like a charm though. Ghost immediately started to breath normally again each and every time.

He glared at Soap who looked amused.

“Once your people come, I will let you go. ‘M keeping ya safe, ya know?” His accent thickened as he looked away. Soap looked almost embarrassed. 

“Am I in your room?”

“You are in my room.” Soap confirmed.

Ghost realized he was sprawled on his bed and quickly sat up.

“You’ll be staying in here since ya don’t know how to behave on yer own.” Soap patted him on his thigh and went to his desk to start drawing again, which is what he was doing before someone told him his prisoner was wandering the halls. He sketched out the landscape quietly, allowing the scratching of the pencil to be the only sound in the room. 

Ghost stayed quiet as well but eventually, the softness of the bed and the bone deep tiredness he had been experiencing since he woke up that morning finally got to him, dragging him into sleep. 

Soap glanced over, seeing him curled up and snoring. He should’ve brought him in here ages ago. Poor guy already seemed more relaxed. 

Soap wished he would take the stupid mask off though. He’d have to think of a way to convince him. Maybe he could beg him. What little glimpses he got of his face meant he knew he was pretty. Very pretty. Even now, where Soap could only see his eyes, he knew he was gorgeous. 

The landscapes could wait. He started to draw Ghost, making sure to include each eyelash, the soft slopes of his body. Soap knew it was all muscle, bastard was heavy but Soap refused to set him down or show weakness, but he had never seen a man with such a…. Small waist in comparison to the rest of him. Despite how big Ghost was, Soap was sure he could fit his arms perfectly around him, pull him flush against his chest. 

Yeah. Ghost was really pretty. 

And Soap was going to make him his. 

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Douma + Claude x Fem! Reader Snippet || One's True Nature

So I spun a wheel for a cross fic type of thing. Did it a couple times so if you want to read the others follow and follow my progress.

Anyway, the two characters are obviously Claude Faustus (Black Butler) and Lord Douma (Demon Slayer). I'm having fun with this already.

Think I'll add cross fics to my commission list.

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Douma + Claude x Reader

What it'll include: Spanking, biting, marking, breeding, dom and sub, choking and maybe a few others.

Goal : 10k words

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It's been many long years. 

Many years since he was first beaten, destroyed by an archenemies who he had spent so much time on for such a silly reason. Said reason being some brat's soul because who was he without as the creature that he is. 

Claude lurks in the shadows. His form is different now from his previous life though not vastly so. He's of a toned build, with smooth, pearly white skin except for his hands and feet which were made up of claws. His body isn't the only thing that has changed but so has his location. 

These weren't the streets of London, lanterns and art lingered in every which was like a colorful dream as humans below seemed to have a celebration of sorts; drinking alcohol, laughing, and whatever else. 

To be fair, Claude has a hate for it. The loud noises, the colors, but ever since he's come back he's been struggling with a deep hunger, one that he hadn't been forced to deal with previously when he was in Europe, one that seems to lure him into more primal needs and sensations. 

It's annoying, the way that he's never been allowed to show this side of himself, to express his hunger like this… when he had been practically trapped in his last deal. He remembers the days, serving that young brat day in and day out and even with how hungry he was he was forced to stay in control, to tame his needs, just for him to lose control in the end anyway. 

Claude could admit that he didn't regret it, crushing that boy's… Alois’s, head in his strong hands until it seemed to pop like a grape and spill blood all over him. 

Even with how calm Claude presented in many cases back then of course he still had his emotions and when it came to Alois all he could do was feel annoyance, dread, anger… and Claude had put up with it until he simply couldn't. He could also admit that he paid the price, going against his arch enemy… Sebastian, even going out of his way to try and steal the other's demon's prey. His death… as humbling as it was to say, was one that was bound to happen and maybe Claude had done all of that just to end the suffering. As demons as he and others could do was live as they are and with Alois Claude had been needy, starved. What else was he to do but to go after what he could which has been that stupid, idiotic boy… though, here… it seemed different. 

Very different. 

Claude could smell the scents in the air, he's not as strong as he used to be but he seems now that he has the potential to do so now and such much more. 

He was… free. And freedom has never tasted better. 

There's so much food around but as the creature he is, the last thing he wants is a corn dog or poe of some sort… he wants blood, meat… and a lot of it.

One scent in particular seems to jump out at him suddenly and Claude doesn't hesitate to snap his gaze over in the same direction as if to follow such a smell. It's fruity, sweet,... Tempting and Claude feels a rush of heat run through him when he locates the owner. 

She's beautiful, as soft and sweet as she looks and dressed in sine silks. Claude hadn't cared much about the history of this place previously, the scenery, the festivals, the fashion trends but the second his eyes landed on her they stuck. She seems to order herself a snack and as Claude stands from his squat and decides to silently get closer Claude can't help but admire her. It's her sweet face, his soft skin, her feminine figure and if Claude was human his heart would be rushing. 

He is a demon again yes but never had he felt like this and if he had it must've been a feeling that had become long forgotten to him. Never once had he felt quite as… warm and hot like this over some random human woman and he isn't exactly sure what it is that makes him feel so drawn to her but it has him feeling like he was having a hard time keeping control of himself. 

It's interesting how difficult this new life of his was, how different it was from his old one. Never once had he felt a craving like this, with Alois, or even Ciel… it's like he quite literally wants to jump down there and tackle her to the ground, jump on her as if he was some sort of leopard, an animal, a beast and she… some sort of deer, prey. Outside of his rebirth he doesn't know anything about this new life he's been giving but what he does know is that suddenly he feels… hot. He wants this woman and while he still isn't sure what for he's confident in his choice. 

He needed to get closer, if not to know this woman than to touch her… caress her skin with both his hands and his lips and maybe he'd proceed by… keeping her, like some cute little pet at his side. Maybe if she agreed to stay by him and at his side he wouldn't kill her immediately. 

She walks along the streets and he follows like a lingering shadow as he tries to think about the best way to go about this. As she now sits at a bench by herself he settles on the building just behind her, looking down on her with bright eyes. He's still thinking and it's only when his eyes snap aside and land on an approaching figure that Claude feels like he has in fact wasted to much time. 

Whoever this guest was he was tall, broad and Claude could admit that the man's physical appearance was rather… impressive, distracting even. He wears a kimono just as everyone else has and even with such clean and gentle looking garbs Claude can practically smell how strong this male is. It's intimidating and Claude had come to an understanding that in this life demons in fact had ranks. Of course they always had but this was so different, so new and even though another other demon would have probably scurried away, Claude lingered even with the rush of tingles he feels race up his spine. 

He proceeds by watching the two, the only prominent features he's kept from his last life was his bright golden eyes which now watched the two figures. The male greets her, bowing his head to the woman before reaching out to take her hand and with a little giggle she gives it to him after her flashes a charming smile. Claude suddenly feels a bit more… annoyed, his eyes narrowing slightly at the scene because though he knows nothing about either one of these two and probably couldn't care less to do so but something about this guest… this man was reminding him of…

Sebastian. 

It's only then that her laughs rings through the air and Claude clears his mind to focus again only to look down and freeze when bright eyes are looking back up to him. 

A second passes where they stare at each other for a moment and then something seems to burst within Claude's chest. He holds the other demons gaze and the rush of emotion he feels makes him feel both ignited and frantic, as if that the moment their eyes connected with each other had been a deal of some sort all on its own. 

Claude reels back before he can help himself, jerking back and blinking owlishly. There's a rushing in his chest that makes him reach a shaky hand up and clutch his heart. 

Now. What the fuck was that? 

Claude wasn't sure at all but after a moment of silence he finds himself wanting… more. 

It's like something had woke up in him, jerking awake in fury and Claude was s man who would sit here and lie and say that a man couldn't possibly win his heart but the way his was racing in his chest suddenly made him feel many, many things. 

“Do you…happen to come here often?” A smooth and charming voice suddenly rings out over the sea of others and something tells Claude he shouldn't and yet… he decides to peak back over the length and as he thought, the man was now speaking. He looks at the woman with a fond smile, reaching out a hand to her and she giggles softly as she does so, humming as he seems to raise her hand to his lips and lightly brush his soft lips over her knuckles. “I'll admit that I haven't seen you around here much.” He continues and she hums. 

“What's your name pretty? I must know it so I never forget.” He continues as she smiles.

“Y/n. You can just call me y/n.” She answers him and her voice is so soft, so smooth and Claude finds himself leaning in to hear more of it as if he couldn't get enough. The man makes a noise of acknowledgement while Claude personally saves such into in his head and as the man moves to sit beside her, his hip pressing against her own, he finally responds with his own name. 

“You may call me Douma-Sama. Everyone calls me it.” Douma chuckles but something about it sends a shiver running up Claude's spine when he hears it as if the man's name was a curse all on its own. Not only that but… their eyes connected again, his and Douma 's as the other demon looks from the wan to him from the corner of his eyes. 

Douma-Sama. 

It was an interesting name, Claude could give him that but something about the way the man had said it, practically purring it out but each syllable and everything was enough to make Claude's cheeks feel…warm. 

Claude reaches a hand up to inspect his face and soon comes to the realization that he was lightly blushing. His cheeks a light pink and he's spooked into silence, even when he and Sebastian battled as much as they did in his previous life never had Claude allowed himself to blush this easily with the man even when that's what Sebastian clearly wanted out of him. He had always waited until he could get alone where he could be stuck with his thoughts all of his own for as long as needed, and maybe he had many, many fantasies and ones he tended to act up on and wasn't exactly sure what it was but just as Sebastian had, this demon… Douma-Sama, had managed to piqued Claude's interest. 

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TBC~

- A

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 22

CW: None AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 20. 21. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster @mr-orion

Elo allows herself to be taken to hospital. She doesn't like it though. She knows no one is overly fond of hospitals, but for her, they remind her too much of the morgue, and of course that's where dead people stay while they wait for the living to help them get closure enough to pass on. She hopes never to die like that – an anonymous body in a low-trafficked area, gone in the dark of the night. She'd like her death to be something obvious and blatant. Not that she's suicidal, but if she had died this night, it would have been one she was satisfied with. Cloven in two by a giant sword is difficult to miss, even if its wielder is less than prosecutable. Fortunately her time there is short. Someone has called Farren, who shows up with her Police Academy sweats. He helps with a stand-up wash and deals with the ruined dress while she's being stitched up. The doctors want to keep her overnight for observations, but her health package will not cover the cost, so Farren drives her home and helps her to her room.

Elo has lost all sense of time, but by the lack of movement in Craig Spine's room as they make their way slowly up the stairs, it is not yet considered morning. Farren gently deposits her on her bed, then dithers. "Brek, go home," she says. "I'll be fine." He harrumphs, then kicks his shoes off and shucks his jacket. "'S too far and I'm knackered. Budge over." "Really, this isn't–" She's cut off by her partner sliding into bed, putting himself between her and the door. "Breakwood." "Get some shut-eye, Bug." Elo sighs and squiggles over so he has more room. "You're annoying," she mumbles. "So are you," he mumbles back. The lack of revolver under her pillow is discomforting, but the solid slab of muscle lying next to her more than makes up for it.

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By the time she stirs, it's midafternoon and Farren is unsurprisingly gone. At first, she only lies there. Bright sunlight slices through the blinds, and on the window, she hears the intermittent patter of angels' tears. The bed is soft and warm, the covers like a cocoon she doesn't want to escape from. She has a faint memory of Farren leaving, telling her to stay home, he'll deal with her absence. She has a mind to roll over and continue sleeping. Then her belly grumbles, loudly and with great insistence. So she hauls herself up and forces her way through a stand-up wash at the basin in her room and digs out a clean suit. The new dressing she applies isn't nearly as neat as it could be, but it's good enough and anyway it'll be hidden under her jacket. Her belly growls again. The landlady prepares a breakfast buffet as standard and dinner only by request. Elo's on her own for food, she thinks, as she drags herself out of her room and down the stairs.

Mrs Higgins greets her on the first-floor landing, inviting Elo into her own apartment. The landlady plies her with a cold lunch and insists on reapplying the shoddy dressing. Throughout her fussing, Mrs Higgins has this peculiar smile hovering on her lips, which Elo doesn't understand at all. Then Mrs Higgins says, "There's some folks hanging around downstairs. I think they've been waiting for you." Elo tenses. "Did they show you any badges?" "Yes. The wee girl is a copper. The burly lad's said he was a… CPPO?" Elo relaxes. "Close personal protection officer. It means he's a bodyguard. They say what they want?" Mrs Higgins shakes her head. "They complimented my scones though." Elo grins. "That's because you use butter, not margarine like most places." "Should I tell them you're still asleep?" And bless her, Mrs Higgins is giving her the option of leaving via the dumbwaiter or fire escape. But the CPPO is most likely one of King Storri's ubiquitous black suits, and the copper is probably someone from First Precinct who wants her statement from last night. So this time, there's no harm in greeting them. "No, thank you. I'll go down and say hi." "Alright then, pet."

Sprawled on the waiting sofa is a slim, short, blond woman. Stood so still by the door that she almost dismissed him as a piece of furniture, is a copper-haired ubiquitous black suit. "Ayton!" Elo cries, grinning at the woman on the sofa. "El!" The woman springs up, clasping Elo's shoulders and looking her over. "The hell did you do this time, girl?" "Ruined a very expensive dress by getting stabbed at a high-class shindig." "Godsdamn, you never do things by halves, do you?" "What are you doing here?" "Cap sent me–" "Gods," Elo whines. "How much trouble am I in?" "Nah, girl, it's fine. I'm here to keep an eye on you." Elo screws up her face. Ayton puts a hand on Elo's shoulder. "Relax, wouldya? He's just worried. Breakwood said it was bad. Terrell's got the day off, so it was either come babysit you or be stuck on desk duty. Handsome over there's got the same orders." She looks over. "Hey, Handsome. Tell her what you told me." The ubiquitous black suit moves away from the door and joins them at a respectful distance, and now Elo can see him, she thinks maybe he was one of the suits on the terrace last night. "My Lady, I'm glad to see you're faring well. Jakob Hembo, at your service." He bows. "His Majesty wishes to convey his regrets for what occurred last night, and has sent me to ensure your safety for today." Elo looks between the two and takes a step back, her hands raised in a halting gesture. "I don't need a minder." "His Majesty respectfully disagrees," Hembo says. "So does the Captain," Ayton says. "Listen, El, you don't get to scare the living shit outta the higher-ups and not expect some comeuppance." "Fine then. I guess you get to follow me back to the station, and–" "Nope. You're on sick leave, girl. All you're gonna do is sit your ass down and watch daytime TV." "Like hell I am. Ayton… Ingrid, I'm fine. It's just a little scratch. I've got work to do." "Not today you don't. Cap said you gotta relax and heal." "Kóngurinn minn ordered me to sit upon you if you tried to do anything I deemed stupid. Going back to work with a fresh injury qualifies." Elo is starting to wish she'd gone out the fire escape. "Can I take a walk, at least?" Ayton and Hembo give each other a considering look. "Ja," Hembo says. "You can do that."

Determined to do something useful in the few hours until evening, Elo takes them to the Shield. Ayton is good-naturedly annoyed at the loophole. Hembo looks tired but rolls his shoulders and gets on with his job. Elo is permitted to read to the kids, help with some accounting, and talk to people. Ayton sticks to her guns about the ban on police work – when she catches Elo trying to compose her formal report of the night before, her writing implements are confiscated and she's kicked out of the tiny office. Any time someone asks her to do something remotely physical, Hembo politely informs them Elo was injured protecting the Icelandic King and they must find someone else. It's cute the first few times; by the tenth, Elo wants the ground to swallow her because it's embarrassing the looks of awe she gets. By six o'clock, she's starting to flag so her minders decree she must go home. Elo makes a token protest, then does as she's told. Back at the tenement, she tells them she'll be fine and to go home. Ayton gives Elo a wink and says she'll see her in the office tomorrow. Hembo is a little harder to convince – but promising to give His Nibs a glowing report mollifies him enough to leave. Dinner and a dressing change are provided by Mrs Higgins, and then Elo is back in her room, awkwardly slipping into her nightshirt and lying down.

The lack of gun under her pillow is even more disquieting without Farren there. Doubly so when, just as she's drifting off to sleep, someone knocks at her door. No, not her door. Her closet. She pulls a knife from the bedside table.

[dat-silvers-girl]

You're my friend now

Summary: Okay but seriously, Sarahi works on her own at the palace, barely speaking to anyone. The animals are a welcome respite. Thank goodness, the animals won't be her only friends going forward. Barnaby exists.

A/N: I wrote this and other fics while I was bored out of my mind waiting for paperwork to get done. So it isn't proofread, probably nonsense, and mostly written for funsies. If I make art I'll just post it seperately. If I make any.

HPHM Cardverse AU by @ariparri

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Sarahi had only been working in the palace for a week when one day she was assigned the stables to clean. And while most maids would groan at that, Sarahi was excited, because it would mean finally being able to see the horses. Ignoring everyone's confused looks, she made sure to sneak some sugar cubes from the kitchen to feed them.

Creatures are friends, and friends are meant to be spoiled with affection after all. The only other time she'd seen the horses was when she was watching them graze, and this one white horse with black hair came very close to the fence and let Sarahi pat him. Sarahi had been wanting to go to the stables since, hoping to make a friend.

She'd come out with two.

The stables… they smelled bad. But that is to be expected when animals are involved, so Sarahi wasn't too bothered. The horses let out some curious whinnys at the new person in their stables.

As happy as she was to be surrounded by horses, Sarahi was well-aware that she would have to finish cleaning up first. There was hay all over the floor, hoof marks from when the horses were brought inside, and the unfortunate consequences of the horses that went number two a little too late.

Sarahi let out a sigh and began cleaning up.

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The cleanup took nearly three whole hours. But every time Sarahi would get tired or annoyed, a random horse would nose at her for a sugar cube, or give her an encouraging whinny, which instantly brightened her mood. That white horse she met earlier got most of the sugar cubes, given that it was the one who poked Sarahi the most.

"I'm going to run out of sugar cubes if you keep eating them bud." Sarahi giggled, as the horse ate it's third sugar cube in a row. The horse huffed, and still nosed at her face for more.

"Stars above, bud! Let the others have some too!" Sarahi laughed. She pulled away to feed the other horses before this white one could eat them all.

XXX

Most of the horses seemed content with the amount of sugar cubes they had eaten, and had long since gone back to their own food. Except, of course, the white horse, that still stubbornly nosed at Sarahi's back for more sugar cubes.

Sarahi let out an amused sigh. "Oh alright. Don't tell the others, but I saved this last one for you, okay?"

Saying so, Sarahi held out her palm with one more sugar cube, which was instantly eaten by the white horse. It let out a pleased sound, as if it was satisfied about getting the last cube.

Sarahi chuckled. She was never more comfortable than she was around animals. For some reason, every time she was with a group of creatures, one or two members of that group would take to her. Like the one black puppy in that litter near her house, that gray horse named Moor in the University stables that kept trying to chew on her hair, the light brown rabbit in the gardens, and now this white horse in this herd.

As if trying to express his thanks for being treated as special, the white horse nosed at Sarahi's face politely. Sarahi took this as being allowed to let him, which he seemed very happy about, as he let out a soft huff.

"Awww… aren't you just a lovely, absolutely spoiled boy? But you're a good boy! Yes you are!"

Sarahi was so into babying this horse that she didn't notice the stable door open.

"Hey, Dash!" Came a cheerful voice. "Did you make a new friend?"

The white horse, named Dash, looked over to the newcomer and winnied loudly in reply.

Sarahi, however, had all color drained from her face as she instantly realized that the horse she was patting away belonged to Barnaby Lee, the Ace of Hearts. She immediately backed away from the horse and neatly clasped her hands in front of her to appear as small as possible.

"I am sorry. I was just finishing up cleaning in here. I'll leave."

Dash was clearly having none of it, because it prodded Sarahi again to demand more pets. The Ace laughed.

"Aw, but Dash seems to love you already! How many sugar cubes did you give him?"

"Too many… Wait! How did you know I gave him sugar cubes!? Was I not supposed to!? Well… I know I wasn't actually supposed to but he was such a friendly boy and I thought-"

"Hey hey hey, slow down." Barnaby said, as he approached to pat his horse too. "Dash will just take to anyone that gives him sugar cubes. Though this isn't the first time he's let you pet him."

Sarahi hesitantly continued petting Dash. After all, her own fear of talking to other people (especially important people) was no fault of the horse.

"Uh…"

"Hey, you're new to the palace, right? Dash let you pet him earlier too! When he was grazing? Yeah, I think he was grazing."

The Ace looked thoughtful, but quickly beamed at the maid. Sarahi didn't notice, as she didn't look at his face, and kept her attention on the horse.

"Say, do you like creatures?" He asked.

Sarahi was startled. "Huh?"

"Do you like creatures?" He asked again. Unlike most people, the Ace showed no annoyance in having to repeat his question.

"Why… uh… why do you ask?"

"Oh! I know I love creatures! Just wondering if you liked them too!" He replied.

Sarahi blinked. Wasn't the Ace of Hearts said to be a tough, ferocious guy? This man seemed so innocent, and sweet. He was still smiling, and patiently waiting for her to give an answer.

Sarahi took a deep breath. "Yes, uh… I do love animals and creatures and all. They're all really lovely. Dash is very polite."

"Right!?" Barnaby squealed. "Dash is my best buddy! He's the dashiest of horses! Aren't you buddy?"

Dash answered with a loud whinny.

Sarahi had forgotten to hold back her chuckle. The Ace of Hearts was absolutely radiating with joy.

"Have you ridden a horse before?" He asked.

Sarahi smiled. "I have! I used to ride a horse from the University stables sometimes, back when I was still there."

"Oh, were you the one riding Moor?"

"How did you- yes, I did ride Moor. He… uh. He wasn't the fastest so a lot of students just ignored him. I felt bad for the buddy, so I wanted to make sure he felt good too. I hope he did…"

"Great, I've been out of University for a week and I already miss him." Sarahi added under her breath.

"I'm sure you riding Moor cheered him up, really!" Barnaby said. "He was always happy to get out of the stables. Have you been riding horses long?"

"Huh? No. The only other horse I rode was when my grandmother took me to a farm once and I got to ride a big brown horse. I remember his name was Blue."

Barnaby raised an eyebrow. "Why would one name a brown horse Blue?"

Sarahi shrugged. "The world may never know."

XXX

If anyone told Sarahi earlier that day that she would be discussing her favorite creatures with the Ace of Hearts that afternoon, she would have called them delusional. And yet, this man had somehow pulled out from Sarahi, her bucket list of every creature she wanted to meet, while he told her of his own.

"Unicorns." Sarahi had added. "They're extremely skittish. My father tells me tales of how a unicorn used to eat out of my grandmother's hands when he was a boy. I have never seen any, alas, but someday…"

Barnaby nodded. "Did you know that unicorn foals are golden?"

"I do! And they're horns are just little nubs. I'm sure they look absolutely precious!!"

"Oh you'd love the Abraxan Derby! It's an event in the Land of Clubs!"

"I've heard of it. I've always wanted to see an Abraxan up close. I really want to see how big one is compared to me. And do you need a huge saddle to ride on one?"

"I don't know but I'd love to participate in the Abraxan Derby! I like to think I'm pretty good at riding."

"I'm sure you are, I mean… Dash wouldn't love you so much if you didn't ride him well. I'd probably fall off the saddle. Moor just didn't seem to mind my fidgeting, I think.."

"Well, given how much Dash likes you, maybe he would let you try?"

"Pfff… He only likes me because I gave him one too many sugar cubes. More sugar can't be good for his health."

"Are you sure? Because he hasn't stopped whining for your attention since we started talking."

Dash huffed in response to his rider and prodded at Sarahi's face again. That was all it took to remind Sarahi where she actually was and who she was rambling about Unicorns and Abraxans with.

The maid sighed. "I have to leave now, buddy. Maybe I'll be assigned here again next week."

Barnaby nervously chuckled. "Oh. Right… we were talking for too long, huh?"

Sarahi gave a polite nod. "I must get to my other chores before I get yelled at. I do apologize for taking up your time, sir."

The confusion on the Ace's face was almost amusing.

"What?" He asked.

Sarahi blinked. "Huh?"

"Was me rambling on about creatures getting annoying?"

"What!? No!" Sarahi yelled, shaking her head in disbelief. "If anything, this was the most fun conversation I've had in a long time!"

Barnaby clapped "I feel that way too! That's great! So… what were you apologizing for?"

"Uh… taking up your time?"

"Shouldn't I be apologizing for taking up yours?"

"No! Your time is more important than mine, isn't it?"

It was like more question marks were appearing over Barnaby's head with every passing question.

"Why would my time be more important than yours? Also… how did we go from unicorns to… time?"

"Well, to start it's because you're the Ace of Hearts, and I'm just some maid. And secondly… you're right. Um… how did we get here?"

Barnaby's face slowly broke out into a smile before he started giggling. Sarahi looked around nervously, not sure what exactly he was amused by.

"I just remembered that I forgot to ask your name. What's your name?" Barnaby asked, now that his fit of giggles stopped.

"Oh. I'm Sarahi."

Barnaby beamed. "I like you, Sarahi. You're nice!"

"Huh…?"

Barnaby tilted his head at the lack of response. "Hello?"

"May I ask you a question?"

"Sure!"

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Oh, is that all? Well, I was coming in here to see Dash, and he seemed to like you. So that made me think that you were nice and liked horses. And turns out you like creatures, just like me! And that's great! I've always loved creatures, and it's always nice to meet more creature lovers. The more love for them, the better, right?"

Sarahi turned away and frowned a bit. "I see. It's just that… didn't you hear what I said earlier? You're the Ace of Hearts, and I'm…"

"What? You're just Sarahi, right?"

"I'm just a maid."

"So, just Sarahi. Me being the Ace and you being a maid is important… why? Head's getting a bit muddled."

Sarahi turned to the man to see him so genuinely confused that she wanted to laugh. "You don't think that someone as great as you shouldn't have to interact with or be close to anyone of my level? You know… the maid that just spent 3 hours cleaning up after the poor horses whose lunch didn't sit right?"

Barnaby giggled again. "No, I don't think that. In fact, I can't think of any reason I'd possibly think that. You're nice, so why wouldn't I be nice to you?"

"Huh. Important people usually aren't."

"Then let me be the first to change that." Barnaby smiled, and extended a hand to the maid. "I'm Barnaby."

Sarahi hesitated for a bit, but then decided to take her chances. She shook his hand.

"Sarahi. Nice to meet you, sir."

"Huh? No no no! You're my friend now, why would you call me sir? Just Barnaby, okay?"

"Uh… okay? Nice to meet you then… Barnaby? Look, I'm sorry, but I really need to leave. Heaven forbade me from ever being on time since the day I was born, apparently."

Dash, who had just been an observer for most of the conversation, let out a sad little huff.

Sarahi gave the horse another reassuring pat on the snout. "Oh it's okay, bud! I'll be back next week. Just don't eat all the sugar next time."

The maid picked up her bucket and then looked back. "It was a pleasure to meet you, both of you."

"Same here. Dash and I will see you here next week then?"

"Huh? You'll be here as well?"

"I'm sure it'll be a lot more fun if you have someone other than the horses to look at. And I can introduce you to the other horses too!"

Sarahi grinned at the idea. "Really!?"

"Yes!" Barnaby answered, mirroring her excitement.

"I'd love that! I'm so excited for next week! See you then, Dash and Barnaby!"

XXX

Sarahi had already gotten scolded by the Senior maid and gotten her next list of chores when she actually thought harder about what happened at the stables.

"Mama seems to be wrong." She thought. "Maybe not everyone hates me? Maybe he won't drop me? Too early to tell, I guess. But a friend? Here, at the Palace? Eh... Who am I kidding, he won't show up. But imagine… a friend here…"

XXX

"You're… you're actually here."

Sarahi let out that thought without thinking as she entered the stables, only to see Barnaby pacing back and forth.

Barnaby noticed, and gave her a big smile and a wave. "Sarahi, hi!"

The maid beamed at him in return. "It's nice to see you again."

I think I have a friend in the palace. I have a friend.