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bailey-reaper · 3 years ago

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Ok I'm sorry but I love the concept of people thinking Barok is blackmailing his s/o into being with him and going to them like 'blink three times if you need help'. Could you maybe do a drabble about it?

Betrothed of the Devil

Notes: I'm inclined to agree with you, anon! It's hilarious to think of Victorian London's scandalised gossips being horrified at the idea that this dour demigod has found love, and thinking it must be coercion!

Content Warnings: assumptions; gossips; toxic suggestions

"Gracious... isn't he simply ghastly?" observed Lady Violet Beaufort, "Stood there like a living corpse... I swear his skin looks more grey every time I see him. Reaper indeed!" she took a sip of tea, then cast her glance to the one stood beside him in mid-conversation, "And what on earth has happened to force that innocent soul into his clutches?"

"I heard," Lady Cora Griffiths began, causing the congregation to lean in, "That that's his betrothed! Can you believe it?" there was a collective gasp, "I thought the person who told me was having quite the merry josh with me, but when I asked them they confirmed it!"

"How dreadful," Violet gasped, "I cannot believe it... what on earth must he have done to force their hand?"

"Blackmail, perhaps?" Lord Leonard Morris mused, "Or maybe coercion? He might have told them that to refuse him is to invoke the Reaper's ire..." several of the gossips nodded along, clearly in agreement about the unsavoury tactics the Reaper was likely to deploy –– no doubt had to deploy in order to secure a mate.

"It's utterly disgraceful," Cora said, before sipping from her teacup, "To think that such a ghoul is in our midst... I wonder if there's anything we can do?"

"Hmmm," Violet looked from the Reaper to his prey, "Maybe we ought to stage an intervention? Go over there and ask if they're alright?"

"And invoke the wrath of the Reaper?" Leonard paled, "No thank you!"

"Well I, for one, am not afraid of the Reaper!" Lord Alfred Wilson muttered, clearly intending to impress the ladies within their midst, "I would have no qualms with stepping in to save them from their fate, were they to communicate such a desire."

"Hmm... Oh look, it appears the Reaper is going to refresh their glasses –– let us hope he does not intend to fill them with blood and in someway bind that one's soul to his..." Violet hopped up to a stand, I'm going to go over and lend our services to them!" without waiting for the thoughts of her coven, Lady Beaufort walked over, "Greetings!" she said with a coy smile.

"Mm?" they looked at the stranger and smiled politely, "Hello..."

"I say... are you quite alright?" Violet asked, and when they didn't seem to understand her meaning, she pressed on, "In the company of that man. I'm sure you are familiar with his pseudonym –– the Reaper of the Bailey?" they nodded, "Well, I know not what kind of hold he has over you, but fear not... if you would like our assistance, just nod three times to me where I am seated and one of us shall come and save you from his clutches."

"Huh?" they were genuinely perplexed by the offer of assistance, why would they want to be saved from their fiancé?

"Lady Beaufort," Barok said, towering over the slender sower of poisoned words, "Was there something you needed?"

"M-My!" the woman stiffened, "Lord van Zieks! No, no, nothing, I was simply speaking with your charming... friend," she gave a pointed look to Barok's beloved before promptly excusing herself to return to the safety of the group.

"What was that about?" Barok asked his beloved as he handed them their drink.

"It was really quite strange..." they said, "That woman was offering to save me from you... by telling me to nod three times if I wanted some sort of intervention?"

Barok arched an eyebrow then scoffed, "Clearly they think I have you with me under false and malicious pretenses, my dear... No doubt they think I've forced you into some sort of supernatural pact, signed in your blood from which you cannot escape, or that I've threatened death upon all you hold dear if you rebuff me."

"... Goodness me they must be incredibly bored if they have to waste so much time fretting over our love life."

"Hmh," Barok smirked, taking their hand to kiss the back of it –– a display he would not normally perform in public, but given that there was an irksome peanut gallery watching he somehow felt it appropriate to put on something of a performance, "Indeed they have precious little else to do than stick their noses where they don't belong."

They laughed softly, "Well... let them, I don't care what anyone else thinks. I love you and no one else will change that."

"... Thank you," he was truly grateful that this one saw through the monstrous image his peers were so keen to paint of him. The fact they loved him, and so openly, was a blessing; for he loved them with equal ardour.

#barok van zieks #Barok x Ors #request

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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I was going to actually post this before asks closed (didn’t get the chance), but Teddy Bear Anon, you are one of my favorite people and a magnificent creature. You get my vibe.

About Bad canonically being Sapnap’s dad I feel like that has so much extra angst potential when we consider the rest of the found family. Like. Sapnap, Tommy, and Fundy all have dads who started with the best of intentions but for one reason or another ended up slowly becoming a danger to them. I imagine Tommy and Fundy one day showing up with a cake and telling Sapnap “We regretfully welcome you to the shit dad club” and Sapnap is torn between being upset still and laughing over the absurdity of the situation.

Bonus points if Tommy made the cake using a recipe book that Niki gave him, the last gift Niki ever gave to Tommy. Tommy was originally a really bad cook/baker but after the egg really started to take over he went full survivalist. Leaning to cook was necessary but learning to bake was something he did as a way to raise everyone’s spirits. He’s never gotten the flavor quite to match with Niki’s perfectly but everyone agrees he’s gotten pretty decent in terms of skills. He and Fundy in particular will sometimes just spend an entire day in silence baking and then quietly eat their creations while reflecting on the friends they’ve made and lost over the course of L'manberg’s lifetime. When the group got back to the past and Niki made cookies for Tommy and Fundy the pair very nearly started crying.

Tommy is in an interesting position as a character since he did commit a lot of minor crimes and acted as a general nuisance but he was also still a child. (A very traumatized one considering I canonize SMP Earth with its unlimited lives but even more wars. Including against God. Tommy fought God just let me have this.) He acknowledges the moments when he went over the line and has tried to apologize. In particular at some point before the egg fully takes over he pulls aside Jack and tells him that he’s sorry for the way he acted when he was still in exile, taking one of Jack’s lives and all. Jack and Niki in particular are an interesting subject to address and a painful one for immune!Tommy to think about when he sees younger Niki because the three never fully tossed out the hatchet but it was obvious in the eyes of someone like Sam that both of them were growing more and more hesitant to hurt Tommy. It was made worse by the fact neither were even marginally immune, and it didn’t take long for the egg to get to them.

He never stopped being chaotic. Tommy at his core is just that kind of person. He did, however, grow up enough to act in a more mature manner. Started to recognize what’s too much. In particular he became a lot less violent and willing to lash out after Sam Nook in essence reparented him. He’s still an absolute wild card of a person, which in the eyes of Sam and Sapnap is a good thing. For this au I think we should actually address Tommy having severe ptsd and during the building of his hotel/the early days of the egg before it becomes a noticeable threat it shows. He’s a lot more subdued. Shows of aggression all carry a kind of desperation and his typical jokes feel flat. Lashing out at people slowly becomes more of a defense mechanism to see if someone’s going to leave or betray him, to test the limits of how nice they’re willing to be. After all, nice people have only ever been nice to Tommy when they wanted something from him. His eyes, especially after L'manberg is blow sky high, are well and truly gray. The first time Tommy genuinely laughs after filling Sapnap’s room with chickens is considered celebration worthy to them. His pranks take on a more hermitcraft-esque feel to them which honestly makes them more funny.

By the time they get to the past Tommy has recovered, but he still carries the kind of maturity that like Teddy Bear mentioned is reminiscent of age swap Tommy. When he gets especially stressed though, Immune!Tommy will slip into moments where he acts as tired and done with the world as age swap Tommy. With that said, most of the time he just acts like a more mature Tommy. Nothing could ever completely erase his unique vibe which Ranboo has gone on record as describing “Willing to fight God deaf, blind, and backwards just to prove a point."

Immune Fundy and Tommy get on really well once Fundy manages to catch up with the rest of the group. It gets to the point where everyone from the past is kinda shocked since smp Fundy and Tommy do not get along. At all. Literally the first night Fundy’s back someone goes to wake them up and they find Fundy asleep on top of Tommy which is a wild experience since this Tommy is a goliath who often refuses to take off his full Netherite max enchant armor. He really becomes a "looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” kinda mans.

Also, yeah, this is Dream’s retirement arc. He is literally just sitting in the corner watching Tommy dote on his younger self and Tubbo before completely pile driving two of the most powerful people on the server straight into the dirt. At some point Tommy sits down with past Punz. He tells this Punz that their Punz died protecting him and Tubbo and that Tommy never got to properly thank their Punz so he’s going to thank this Punz. Tommy then gives Punz an entire stack of Netherite. If we’re gonna go ahead and agree on Phoenix Tommy then Tommy is fire proof, meaning he probably spent a large amount of time in the nether to avoid the egg crew and get rare supplies. Meaning he also probably did a lot of mining just to distract himself and it resulted in him being loaded. Tommy used to have a fear of tnt and explosives but he seems like the type of mad lad to say “exposure therapy” and make a massive cavern in the underbelly of the nether.

I think it would also be really interesting to dedicate like, a couple of chapters to other people’s perspectives. I kind of want to set the time they arrive in the past partway through the Pogtopia arc since I like mildly unhinged but not completely gone Wilbur. Plus then it also makes more sense for Techno to be there. Just prefer the aesthetic really. I want to have Wilbur see this version of Tommy and come to a sudden “oh” moment. I want to have a moment where Tubbo looks between his Tommy and this new Tommy, seeing himself nowhere to be found, and has enough what the fuck moments to become aggressively protective of his own Tommy. Especially if immune!Tommy ever admits to the past Tubbo why he is the way he is, what he faced under the thumb of the people he trusted. Which, out of everyone on the server, Tubbo would be the first one from the past to actively learn.

I am fully on board with Tommy knowing how to sew. That should just automatically be canon in literally ever AU. Tommy for all intents and purposes is still Phil’s child for me. Survival runs in the family the same way that chaos does, so he’s got a ton of basic survival skills that he just doesn’t show off because it’s still Tommy. He would have been completely fine in exile if it wasn’t for Dream. Whenever someone ruins their clothes in the Immune group they automatically go to Tommy and at first the past versions are very confused (except for past Tommy and Tubbo obviously) and then Tommy’s just “Sapnap this is beyond ruined it can’t be saved, let me make you something new” and within a couple days he makes Sapnap a completely new outfit. Like maybe Sapnap fell into a lava pool because Blaze Sapnap Supremacy and his clothes are beyond saving and everyone is beyond baffled when Tommy just acts like this is a weekly occurrence. He’s memorized Sapnap’s measurements and style tastes and already had a new outfit in the works for him that Sapnap immediately adores upon it being presented to him. It takes about a week for past Eret to learn that Tommy stress sews new clothing and he cannot think of a better model. Eret has never had such a full closet. Eret has everything from three piece suits to ball gowns now. Eret lives in terror of the days where Tommy disappears god knows where with Fundy and the two reappear with a new wardrobe for the entire god damn server.

Speaking of disappearing I really like the idea of part phoenix and part tanuki Tommy for a couple reasons. Being a Tanuki he’d have access to enough magic to hide his hybrid traits, which if they’ve been present for long enough would be a necessity to him. Additionally think about Fundy and Tommy building a den under Church Prime that slowly turns into a maze. Think about it. It starts off simple and then they both start digging more and it gets deeper and deeper and more complicate and the two just refer to it as their den and the only ones who are fully aware of the connotations of that word are Sam, Sapnap, and Ranboo who remember the absolute hell that was trying to navigate the original. Just Fundy and Tommy bonding over the fact they are literally the only creatures on this server that have this catacomb memorized and at the end of the catacomb is their saferoom which connects to rail way that the two spent a month straight on. It goes at least 25k blocks from spawn and it’s a final emergency resort in case they can’t stop the egg and the Immunes needs to regroup and essentially try again (if they keep bringing their younger selves with them then hopefully they’ll finally get an army large enough to stop this, but everyone really hopes it doesn’t come to that.)

I’m working on the first chapter of my fic right now actually if I’m gonna be honest and phoenix Tommy is absolutely without question canon to it but I’ve still been going back and forth on if I want him to be part tanuki as well or just blessed/favored by one like Teddy Bear mentioned. I’m also tucking away the whole thing about the magma blood for later use. Phoenix Tommy just makes sense. They used to call him Zombie Kid for a reason back on SMP Earth, he just literally does not die ever unless he decides he does.

~Snapdragon & Firefly

#dream smp #dream smp au #immune au #tommyinnit #fundy #sapnap #eret #the eret #awesamdude #dream #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #submission #snapdragon & firefly #long post

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fortheheavenssake · 4 years ago

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MM ANON II - 2.

72. July 1

MM ANON ……… Hong gone ………… Melbourne hellbourn……… Britain made a wedding profit ??? …………… 4 th July closed. …………… Independent’s bug. …………Maple Kate forever……… George is upset…………… 🎼follow er of fashion 🎼………………… MM, a legend in her own lunchtime ……………… Wigan bin in ……………………air Bridge of size.

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73. July 2

MM ANON ………OMG your under arrest………… video link………… across the border Scotland ……………surprise George …………… Charlotte leads………… Kate&William on top again ………… MM pathetic and mendacious ………… fakency lies……………… “ nice to be going soon cabbage“………… “ yes , I’m looking forward to a drive around the grounds” ………… “ shooting party’s this year” ……… “ doctors approval Philip “ …………” we’ll bring Sydney “……… “ Ahhh, that reminds me,Sydney!!”……… “Philip, it’s tic toc.”

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74. July 3

MM ANON ………… 0600 hr. ……………… build,build,build, drink ,drink,drink …………… 🎼Braaaaaazil🎼……………… business as unusual …………… speak to the Guinness ………… TSDONY………… Subpoena ad testomonium…… theatre/ no theatre ……………… but not America ………… Lone Ranger……………… Mt, Rushmore ………… a bad day in LA ………… still hiding

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75. July 4

MM ANON ……… formula sprog………… madness will spill………… stupid father………… no she wont’ yes she will……… Nigel’s illegal pint………… Williams cider………… Spain’s pain……………… ahhhhhh, blonde bits …………… 🎼only the lonely🎼……………… for love or MONEY …………… HMTQ ( NENC) ………… with the contempt she deserves …………… it’s all a gamble , Arrrrrr!!

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76. July 8

MM ANON ……… girl up the creek………hostage man. ………… half free meal………… drug exposure …………… …staff redundancy at HMTQ …………… boarding rules …………… most popular royal ……………… mines a cider……… ( where’s pg 💜💜) ……………”it’s Balmoral Philip, but not as we know it) …… out of his Depp-th… “ more 🎼Braziiiiil🎼…………… Spanish flu?? ……… 🎼we’re all going on a summer holiday 🎼

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77. July 9

MM ANON …… HMTQ The long wait ………… BLM Trumps ………… no taxes………… boarding Charlotte 🥳🥳🥳……Boarding George 😱😱😱😱………… open the Jim…………… Brazil el Presidente……… Amber Amber,red……………IOC allow protest? ………… school 😷 masks. ……………cricket lovely cricket ………don’t cruise ………………glee, not today …………… tic-toc down. ……… red crane down.

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78. July 10

MM ANON …THANK EVERYONE WHO ATTEMPTS AND GIVES SUCH CREATIVE ANSWERS. MY CONGRATULATIONS AND THANKS TO YOU ALL. 💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

79. July 10

MM ANON …… fly high Vera…………… Johnny poo…………… Murray mint Kate…………… now Pneumonia …………… Break cover……………… without merit ……… cover up Boris………… stop and search 😱😱😱…………… open theatre …………………… “ we want gan gan !! “ …………… “ we can visit Catherine “ …………… “ yes’ before Scotland “…………… “ clandestine William “ ……… “your grandfather will be ecstatic 🤣🤣🤣”

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80. July 11

MM ANON ………… relaxed on zoom…………… Leeds bleeds ………… office no office ………… compulsory …………… Brooklyn!! Yawn. ………… Smith, Will deny …………… “Well” , solve the mystery???…………… STONE cold guilty………… Bollywood in hospital ……………Beach sleep………… Tapes😱😱😱😱………… In secunda Eboracum venit ………… Boo-Hoo !!

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81. July 12

MM ANON ……… keep my sex life private…………… farm infectious …………… we don’t have to wear them…………… elephants virus ……………… sad swim ……………… down and out in LA…………… Burton blocks…………ROYAL BUTLER. ………… Fourteen Times!!!! ……………… Ritchies holiday camp …………ATMs lockdown ……………… electric scooters😱😱😱😱😱………… Kate tops poll

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82. July 13

MM ANON ……… heartbroken …………… musky Amber…… sleepy ice cream………… sad Lake……………… more organ warnings …………… huge slave factory’s ……………… tin foil………” never call your babies…???………………… second safest road ……………Forest Rambo…………………” you go old thing , it’s for the best” …………… �� I may stay!! “ …………… Ken. Palace bubble.

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83. July 14

MM ANON …… NO BAIL……… happy little people ………… gymnast aghast ………… George is not happy ………… a woke joke…………………… masked rats………………… carry on up the Amazon …………… “ so are White People” ……………… a new rash ……… HMTQ Royal zoom…………Black-burnt ……………… cut my card up………… veggies break out………… blame the dog-poo………………up up and Huawei………”

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84. July 15

MM ANON …… Now a “married”abomination ………… girlfriends!! …………… HMTQ,will she , won’t she…………… Kate’s amazing ascension ……………… the feeding machine ………… a future Queen in all but name. …………… “ Yes!! A homogeneous bubble” …………… a sterile palace ………black Colorado ……… sir Tom?? …………… a hush hush holiday. …………… awoke to a scathing review.

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85. July 16

MM ANON …… “ after re-watching the Crown how on Earth did HMTQ accept the DOEs dalliances…………… it’s a miracle she never castrated him……… GBHMTQAOGC

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86. July 16

MM ANON ……… TODAYS RIDDLE IS A TRIBUTE TO OUR GLORIOUS MONARCHY … GBHMTQAOGC. …… Dear anons, take your time , this riddle is not a race …… GOD BLESS THE QUEEN.

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87. July 16

MM ANON …… HMTQ ……… The engagement …… The courtship …… The wedding …… The commonwealth tour……THE CORONATION …… The dalliances of Philip ……Her stoicism……… The children …… The 50/60/70/80/90…………PC/… W&K…… OUR MAGNIFICENT MONARCHY ……… The future legacy. ……… GBHMTQAOGC 🇬🇧

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88. July 17

MM Anon for PG💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

MM ANON ……… DEAR PG. such a magnanimous and eloquent tribute for all anons to enjoy and wonder at your historical recollections and memorable facts. A thousand thanks. A labour of loving and informative joy. My thanks is to say we’re so lucky and blessed to have a PG. …… BRAVA!!

We are indeed! This was such a labor of love, truly wonderful, we are blessed indeed!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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89. July 17

MM ANON …… Bea-discreet …………… “ give them a wave Philip, its a wedding “…………… “ I’m looking forward to congratulating the happy couple and sharing a few jokes “ ………… “ No Philip”…………… “ don’t be silly, I won’t say anything ……… “ NO PHILIP!! “ …………” what’s this Philip” ……… “ just a few notes” …………… “ you can’t say this!! ……… “ OK… bloody hell , it’s a joke” …………… “ if you said this , Italy would declare war!!” ……… “ bloody hell !!”

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90. July 20

MM ANON ………… honeymoon Italia…… “hello my old China “…………… more engagements ………… Balmoral cottages ………… secret snaps ( eyes only) ………………”once upon a time “…………T. R. Ah. …………… the green eyed trasher ………… close the beaches …………… a coach full …………… Bea-frugal ……… unknown posie.

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91. July 21

MM ANON … Hello anons , I have a hospital appointment today at 10.00. At the RD&E for tests and an MRI ,Sounds all a bit dramatic, I hope not , things could be better but ……… one day at a time ! I love you all ,dear Skippy,PG , LK …… all you beautiful anons who fill my world with love and humility. I sincerely love you all , acceptance is the answer to ALL my problems. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜much love and hugs. ☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️☘️

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MM ANON...” in hospital at the moment, RD&E , so I cannot sleep, catheter!! I’ll attempt a riddle to keep myself awake. Much love to all

Oh…poor you! Prayers for you dear MM Anon..we are here for you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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92. July 22

MM ANON ………7 into 99…………The “wishing well”……… “ I can hear a canary singing “ …………… “ good news MM ANON, it’s not c***er🙏🏻………… By-polar …………… “ what , not the nurses” …………Biker Justice …………… Cor,i bin apologising …………… “ I wish her hell”……………… LA to stay away ……………… kiss and MAKE UP ………………Colonel Cam. ………… scouse rouse.

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93. July 23

MM ANON ……… love life exposed …………… gift of jewellery ……………… it’s all a mask ………………… sister protection ……………… yippee ,Balmoral …………… 15 Bank accounts??……………… return to school??? ……………… “ it’s the theatre Jim, but not as they show it”………… Sending in Federal Troops ……………………Bojo crabs ……………… a strong union 🤣🤣🤣……………… 4 million. …………” are you coming Sydney”………… “indubitably sir”…………… “ stock the cellar!! “ ……… “ your request is my command sir” ………… “ and don’t tell anyone I’m driving the LR.”

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94. July 24

MM ANON ……” since 1948 ,no changes ………… wags wobble………… phone a drone ………… Kim-vorce ……………… masked burger………… flowers for team Johnny ………… bailed out by old Bailey…………… Ban her from the palace ………………… tell all will destroy her……………… K&W&LCG will sunny fly to island???……………” I’ll drive Sydney!! “ ……… “ I’ll walk sir” …………… “ bloody get in”😱😱😱

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95. July 25

MM ANON … … “ SHOWGIRL”…………… “that girl” ………… “ I don’t trust her “……………… quarantine …… “we never consulted the authors”😂😂😂……………”it’s a gym Jim, but not as they row it”………… “coming for a swim”…………… knock em for SIX……………Four!!!…………… “jump Frankie”…………” it’s only to the Glen Sydney “ …………… “ it’s three miles sir” ……… “ get the bloody hamper” ……… “I’ll drive back sir” ………… “ not a bloody chance Sydney” ……… “ then I refuse sir” ……… “get your bloody arse in the LR” … “reluctantly sir “😱😱

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96. July 26

MM ANON ………… BARC-ALONE-A……… no Transport home………on ya bike …………… obesities ………… floating for Vlad…………… Kim-jong-corona ………… Hurriicant ………… Moderna………Daisy down……… dog collar reunion …………………”more than kin and less than kind” ………… “ a three-pounder Sydney,the Gillie can smoke it” ………” Sydney, Sydney ……… SYDNEY???”

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97. July 27

MM ANON:…… arrivals !!…………… HMTQ, “ ego lava manus meas”……………” you bloody talk to them”……………Kate cry’s lies………… lying interview……… O ‘no!! …………… one man and his dog…………… a foggy moggy……… “ let’s go shooting Sydney “………… “ with guns sir” ……… “ lots of bloody guns” ……………” O dear”

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98. July 28

MM ANON …… colourful Cam !!…………… Fast Far-raar-ri blast. …………” let your daughter breathe “…………… A niece wedding …………… Inappropriate funds??………… Bush tragedy ……………… inappropriately shamed royal ………… a pricey disinfect ………… “ you’re a spot on gun Man Sydney!!”………… “ a privilege sir” ……… “ how’s the shoulder?” ……… “ I’ll recover sir “……… “ it’s stopped bleeding “ ……… “ just a flesh wound sir “ ……… “ next week Sydney? ……… “ I hear the Gillie comes highly recommend sir”……… “Ahh, spiffing!! “

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99. July 29

MM ANON………… Peter,Crouch with William ………… 🎼Son in Law🎼…………Facebook , Apple, google …………… 5 friends , Shhhhhh !!!……………… very upset islands………… MM is leaking 🤣🤣………… Refund , Shmeefund.…………Heath-row row!!……… “Why is ones arm in a sling Sydney ??…………… “ I slipped exiting the LR ma’am………” where was Philip ?………… “ sitting in the back ma’am”……” hello old thing, what’ho Sydney “ ……… good afternoon sir”……” Sydney had a hiatus Philip “……… “ O dear, looks sore Sydney “ ……” yes sir”…… “VERY!!”

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100. July 30

MM ANON ( BALMORAL ANON )…… “ who’s this Sydney?” … “ Mr Angiss sir, he’s come to install Netflix “… “ Ahhh, EPIC, what’s your first name?”… “Angus sir “…Ehh !!!, Angus Angiss”…”yes sir “… “ bloody hell, that’s unfortunate “ … “ My mother had a sense of humour sir”… “ bit like me then, what say you Sydney?……………” indubitably sir” …… “ bloody marvellous, The Queen wants to watch Ozark, she loves a bit of the old ultra violence “……… “ right ‘ refreshments Sydney,I’m parched!!”…… “yes sir “

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101. July 31

MM ANON …… Kate being scilly ……… ……… Borix nails down the caughin ………… roving explorer …………… phew! What a scorcher …………… Lions Arm-y…………… climate is a changing …………… ( get well mr, skippy 🌈) ……………beaches,stay away 😱😱………………Peer- pressure ‘ O brother!! …………… tick tick bite!! ……………”doctor, what’s growing on my arm.” …………… Williams conservs film

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grelleswife · 5 years ago

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If you're still accepting drabble requests, will you please do 29 "Its okay to cry" with Seb and Agni? I love your writing, by the way.

Thank you so much, anon! I’d be happy to do that for you.

This drabble is set in the same AU as my fic Metanoia. I’ll eventually include some version of the scene in that fic, but given how slowly I update, I don’t see any harm in letting y’all read this now.

“Why did you bring me out here, sunshine?” Sebastian asked, tilting his head inquisitively. Agni had taken him aside during a lull in their daily activities to stand by one of the windows overlooking the estate. Though bearing no distinctive features, this particular window was special. They’d shared their first kiss on this very spot, a momentous occasion that was indelibly etched into the demon’s long memory as if cut by diamond. Agni’s hands shook, though it was difficult to say whether nervousness or excitement was to blame. Fumbling at his sash, he retrieved a small velvet bag, opened it, and emptied its contents into his palm.

A golden ring. Sebastian was transfixed by the light gleaming upon it. Tentatively, Agni clasped the butler’s left hand before removing his glove (prompting the demon to cast a hasty glamour to cover the contract seal) and slipping it onto his finger. For several interminable seconds, Sebastian was stupefied. When humans in this part of the world put a ring on that specific finger…no, no, he must be mistaken. Coming from India, Agni was probably unfamiliar with the custom.

Sebastian cleared his throat. “It’s beautiful, dear…but normally this is where a wedding band would go.”

Agni took both of Sebastian’s hands in his, those eyes glowing with the radiance of his kind, righteous soul. “I know, and it’s high time my husband wore one there.”

“Your…” Sebastian stuttered uncomprehendingly.

“I know we can’t be as open about it as we’d like, but I was thinking about what Lord Midford said last week when he and his wife came to visit, and, well…in all the ways that matter, what you and I have is a marriage,” Agni continued. “Everything he spoke of—respect, trust, loyalty through good times and bad, laughing with one another, learning from each other, building a life together—that’s us. I-I guess I just wanted to give you something to show how I felt,” he concluded, blushing.

During his sojourns on Earth, Sebastian had grown accustomed to being used and abused by selfish masters as a tool, a weapon, albeit one that always turned on them in the end. In hell, he was the eccentric marquis who other demons spurned due to his pride and irrepressible love for cats. Yet Agni desired more than a few nights in Sebastian’s bed; he truly wanted to “build a life together,” every syllable ringing with sincerity. By all the nine circles, he wants me.

Agni’s face began to warp and blur, distorted by a strange fluid that suddenly filled Sebastian’s eyes and ran down his face like rain trickling down a windowpane. Tears? Demons never wept. Such a thing was utterly alien to their nature. He stared up in bewilderment at Agni, overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions that he couldn’t quite put into words.

“Dreadfully undignified behavior for a Phantomhive butler,” he whispered in a voice so cracked and vulnerable that he himself almost didn’t recognize it.

Agni wrapped his arms around him, and the khansama rubbed Sebastian’s back soothingly. “Sweetheart, it’s okay to cry,” he murmured as the demon’s tears continued to flow. “Shh, shh.”

“My husband,” Sebastian whispered. He recalled Lord Midford’s words. ‘When Frances and I were joined in holy matrimony, I knew myself to be the happiest man, not merely in England, but in all the world.’ The nobleman couldn’t have been entirely correct, though, for the demon knew that blessed personage to be none other than Sebastian Michaelis.

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lisinfleur · 6 years ago

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Author’s Notes | I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. Gods, I’m so sorry! I couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t this endless well of ANGST Curse became. Well, prepare your wipes. This one will break your heart! Universe | Curse Pairing | Hvitserk x Reader Info | Demon! Hvitserk, Viking Age AU, Curse AU, requested by anon for 5CW5 Words | 3558 ⁑ Warnings: Heavy ANGST, Major Character’s Death, mentions of sickness. Caution is recommended: the following content may be triggering.

"I will not stay. I need some time."

Words Hvitserk spoke to Ivar months ago when his eyes saw everything going dark and he lost everything that had some meaning in his life.

Ubbe was swallowed by madness.

Precious Margrethe was killed by his own hunger.

Dear Sigurd was dead. And not dead at the same time.

For Ivar, that whole thing with the curses was in an apex of thinking he was now invulnerable, untouchable beyond the unpredictable he always was. But Hvitserk was seeing the things in a different way.

Of course, he tried to kill himself several times.

He spent days without food or water, but the flavors he used to love so bad weren't needed by his body anymore.

He spent long days at the beach, facing Björn's angry face looking straight at him from the deep waters, charging the promise he wasn't fulfilling. For a long time, he thought about just throwing himself into the water and wait for Björn's retaliation. But how long would it take? And what if he didn't die by the wounds?

He tried to cut his wrists, but they healed just like his throat did before. Even faster.

He tried to find battles and fight the criminals of the roads seeking for one who was enough to send him to Valhalla.

Nothing worked.

However, in the middle of his fights, he saved a woman from some thieves at the road. She seemed weak and fell to the ground, coughing, visibly ill.

Hvitserk came near, but the woman rose her hand, warning him to get some distance.

"It is contagious. For the love of Frigga, don't come near," she said, alarmed.

But even then, Hvitserk came closer, ignoring the woman's appeals, helping her to get up and stand.

"Don't you have any love for your life?" she asked, completely surprised about his total lack of self-protection instinct.

"I won't get it. No matter how contagious it is," Hvitserk sentenced, noticing she was really weak. "What's happening to you, woman? Why are you out here so weak and alone?"

"Despite being so close to dying, I still come out for supplies," she sighed, trying to straighten herself. "It sounds stupid. I should just lay down and starve to death."

Hvitserk's eyes ran around and he noticed a small bag on the ground. Some few things were spread all over the road. Small supplies even for a single person. She wasn't really caring for herself. He lowered himself down, picking up the fruits: two apples, a small bag of oats. Enough for a thin porridge that wouldn't sustain a child.

"Is this everything you had?" he asked, surprised, delivering the bag to the woman who embraced it, trying to prevent the handmade bag to fall once again.

"It's enough," she stated, kinda ashamed. "A woman like me can't work anymore, my lord. I thank you for saving me, however, there is not too much to be saved: the raids took my husband long ago. There weren't children to bless me with memories. And then, this plague first took my sister wife. Now, there is nothing for me but wait for lady Hella's hands to reunite me with her. I thank thee for your kindness but don't worry about me. It won't last too long."

What did he have to lose?

Hvitserk was alone. All alone. His hands, actions, and his own inertia had caused the doom of his little brother and Sigurd's anger had touched each one of his family members... Like a plague.

Now he was alone, waiting to die, such as that woman was alone as well. The difference between them was simple: she would find Hella's embrace.

Arms that would never come for him.

"What are you doing? My lord! Stop it!" she insisted when he pulled her softly up into his arms, taking her to his horse and mounting behind her.

"I'm Hvitserk. What is your name, woman?" he said, starting to move the horse slowly through the road, back to the town she was coming from.

Utterly surprised, the woman looked at him, not understanding what a health warrior like him could think he was doing with a source of plague upon his horse like that.

"I'm Y/N. My lord, stop, please. The villagers don't want me near. They give me supplies for free by leaving them outside of the walls as donations just to be sure my family would never come into their town. They would think you're touched by Hella's fingers like me... I don't... I don't want to cause you... problems..."

She started coughing again. Her body shaking against his chest with the violence of the coughs.

Hvitserk's hand supported her body softly to prevent her to fall from the horse, keeping her against his chest. The warmth of his body easing the cough, allowing her to breathe.

"You won't cause me anything, Y/N. You'll soon realize it. Do you have lands around your house?"

For a second, Hvitserk thought with himself... "Does she even have a house?" his mind questioned. But her hoarse voice answered almost muttering, trying to avoid a new crisis of coughs.

"There are some lands around my cabin, useless since I have no strength to treat them."

"I have no place to stay. I'm a wanderer. I borrow you my strength and pay you some seeds if you allow me to share your food and have a shelter to sleep," he offered, surprising her completely.

"I'm utterly ill, Hvitserk, you..."

"I told you already: no sickness will touch me. Don't worry about this," he interrupted her warn, causing her to look straight into his eyes.

There was a shadow into them, a shadow of pain and intense hurt, like a wound that was still recent and bleeding forgotten into his heart. If he wanted the land, he could only kill her and take it. Or even expel her from the farm and it would be solved for him. But there he was, stopping his horse near the town, placing it where she could rest under the shadow of a tree while he was going into the town probably for the seeds he said he would buy.

"You have a deal, my lord. Your seeds and strength for shelter and food. Seed my lands and you can have them after I die," she promised, knowing she would be gone soon.

She didn't want that man to feel compelled to leave after her life was gone.

"Deal," he said. "Stay here and watch my horse. I'll be back soon."

With this said, Hvitserk left to the town, buying seeds and fruits and bread. And meat, of course. Proper vegetables that could give good roots and a good broth. He would both feed her and treat the soil to produce more of those vegetables so she wouldn't have to come back to that town.

With everything he needed in bags, Hvitserk came back to find her lightly sleeping beside the horse. Poor woman: she was pale and tired. And even then, she was so beautiful, like a languid image of the gorgeous woman she must have been once.

"Come..." he said, waking her up only the necessary to have her in his horse with him. "Tell me how to reach your farm. Then, you can rest all the way through," he offered.

And Y/N explained the directions he had to take before he could feel her resting her tired body against his chest. With his hand around her waist, he followed her directions to find a house almost deteriorating.

It was a small wooden cabin, bad cared but clean, which allowed him to see she was still making efforts to keep the place habitable. However, there were small roles on the roof, missing woods on the balcony floor and some of the windows were broken, which surely was turning that place cold as Helheim at night.

Hvitserk came down from his horse, carrying the fragile woman into the house, finding a bed where he could allow her to rest and a single blanket she was probably using to keep herself warm. After being sure she was comfortable as far as possible, Hvitserk dedicated himself to produce the broth, taking care of the vegetables, as he could remember Ubbe taught him to, producing pieces he placed on pots with clean water to root.

While the food was cooking, he observed the place around, taking mental notes of what he would have to do to fix the cabin and start preparing the soil. The remaining covers of the vegetables he placed into a small vase he found at her kitchen, filling it with a little bit of water and mashing the material, creating raw soup he could use to feed the dehydrated and poor soil he saw outside, preparing it for the seeds and the roots. He would have a large work to weed the terrain and prepare the earth, but in a day or two the whole place would be ready to receive the fertilizer and then he would have to let it rest for some days so he could start seeding. Until there, he would be fixing the cabin and bringing her some supplies from the town. As long as no one knew he was living near her, no one would forbid him from going into the town and all he had to do was avoid contact to being sure no one around would be sick like her.

Everything was ready in his mind and the broth was ready in his pans. He separated a portion of it in a small bowl with a piece of the fresh bread, taking it to the room and softly waking Y/N up to eat.

Her eyes became large at the sight of that meal. In her heart, she was sure that man was lord Odin, covered in a wanderer's disguise, taking place into her house to soothe the pain of her last days.

She couldn't remember eating like this since the good times of her marriage when her husband was there for her and her sister wife was able to make such rich meals for the young family so tragically destroyed.

Slowly, Y/N took all the broth of the bowl and ate the whole piece of bread he brought. Her body giving vivid signs of how that simple meal was already a lot for the weakened woman.

"Are you one of the gods, Hvitserk?" she asked directly, looking at him. "Would any of them have mercy upon a simple woman like me?"

Hvitserk chuckled. Some sad memories of his brother Sigurd and the foolish conversations about the wanderer Harbard and how some people believed he could be Odin itself, came to his mind.

"Some men used to say I'm a descendant from Odin. But I don't believe this," he said, placing her empty bow on the nightstand while she was slowly cleaning her mouth. "I'm a cursed man, maybe no longer a man. But I am no god. And I don't believe any divine blood runs through my veins."

"A cursed man, you say. Why do you say that?" she asked.

And Hvitserk sighed.

"I'm Hvitserk Ragnarsson, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat. You must have known of me and my brothers."

Y/N covered her mouth. The poor man... It was running through the small mouths that all the sons of Ragnar were cursed after the fourth one of them was killed unfairly. Some men even said the deceased prince came back from the dead to curse his own brothers! Now two of them were missing, the youngest was said mad and there was the only one sane, in front of her.

"I thought the stories were lies. My husband left for the raids you and your brothers called. He left to avenge King Ragnar's death and never came back. We received the notice of his death from some few men that returned with King Harald's army. My sister wife was already sick at the time," Y/N said, causing Hvitserk's heart to clench in his chest.

"One more reason for me to stay and care for you. Your husband died among my men, avenging my father. I owe you this."

"You owe me nothing, prince Hvitserk," she said, with a soft tone.

"I'm no longer a prince. No longer a man I said. I don't feel I'm really anything that belongs to this world."

His words were worrying Y/N and she touched his hands, softly.

"No matter what you are, you heard my suffering and my story. You eased my pain, now allow me to ease yours. Tell me your wounds, warrior."

Hvitserk's eyes landed on hers. There was so much gentleness into her eyes, so much gratitude. Maybe he would feel a little better if he could speak about that torment, and he did it.

He told her the whole story, the whole tale of his brothers' curses and what happened to them. To himself.

Y/N received his story with surprise and sadness and helped him to understand what was happening to him and to his brothers for she recognized the creatures they were turned into from the stories of her grandmother already deceased.

"You're a devourer of souls, so as your brothers were turned in a merman, a vampire, and a werewolf respectively. You live from the souls you take. And the woman you told me you kissed was the first of the many souls you'll have with you through the course of your existence," she explained.

Hvitserk's heart clenched in his chest and she softly caressed his face.

"She lives in you now. She runs through your veins, like blood. You're a cursed man, indeed. And I'm a cursed woman. My plague spreads and touches everything with death. But death can't reach you. So, you stay with me. And I'll be here, for you, as long as it takes for my curse to take me."

She was trying to make Hvitserk feel that was a place for him in this world, by her side. And he could feel it. He nodded and accepted her offer. Maybe her curse wouldn't take too long to take her. Maybe it could last a lifetime.

Hvitserk decided not to think about this and they divided the bed since there wasn't another place for him to sleep. His warmth by her side made the night warmer for her. Her presence by his side made the night less painful for him.

Through the days that followed that first, Hvitserk fixed the cabin and kept the care for Y/N's state. Her recovering was visible: the better meals were bringing back the color to her skin and the strength to her arms, despite the fact she was still coughing and feeling the pains of the sickness.

The soil was answering to Hvitserk's treatments, remembering him with each sprout of his older brother and his wise teachings.

With the first flowers, something more bloomed in that cabin. Something Hvitserk knew he had no right to feel. But yet, his heart opened to Y/N's smiles and they laughed together at the restored balcony, watching the sunset.

What they had was pure and unique, something the cursed prince never had in his life. But the fruits of autumn brought him the memory of her disease and with the first nights of the cold winter, Hvitserk knew her time was coming to an end.

Like the last harvest of that soil laid on the ground for the gods as the custom, Y/N was back to her bed, taken by fever and the coughs. She knew she was dying and she also knew the red aura around Hvitserk's eyes had a meaning he was denying to himself. She knew what he needed; the pain he was feeling.

"You cannot put it off forever," she mumbled.

They were laid in the bed, her body nestled into his arms the way Hvitserk was used to doing to keep her warm during the night.

"You're hungry... And it hurts," she affirmed.

And Hvitserk sighed.

"I won't hunt a soul. I don't wanna take anyone's life," he said, as an anguished lament.

It was hurting his body, clenching his muscles in pain. Everything was compelling him to find a way to fill the emptiness into his chest, but he couldn't. He couldn't forget Margrethe's empty eyes and the void in her expression. He couldn't do this again! Never again!

"Take mine," her voice sounded low, almost a whisper.

But it crossed Hvitserk's chest like a rusted sword.

"I would never do such a thing to you! You're asking me to..."

"To take my soul," she cut his voice, looking up to his anguished expression and caressing his face with soft fingers. "And let me live in you, run through your veins, like blood... Like her."

"It will kill you!" Hvitserk shouted.

But she kept the calm semblance, causing his chest to clench even more in agony.

"I won't see the next sunrise, sweet prince. I can feel it. Tomorrow, the day will dawn and I'll be cold in this bed. There is nothing you can do to prevent this from happening this time. I can feel Hella's fingers caressing my hair. But I don't wanna go with her. I don't wanna find my sister or sit beside my husband... They have each other. I wanna go with you."

Her fingers kept the soft caress to his face, feeling the tears that started rolling down his cheeks. Tears of rage, for he couldn't change her fate or live the life he wanted beside a woman like her. Tears of sadness, for he knew she was right. He always knew that time would come and now, he wanted a day more, one more smile, one more evening at that balcony with the sunset for them both.

"Take me with you, so I can see the sunrise through your eyes. I don't wanna leave you, Hvitserk. Take my soul. Feel my love. You eased my pain, now, let me ease yours."

"I don't wanna lose you," he confessed.

And she smiled softly. Her breath was already slow and deep.

"You won't lose me. I'll be with you forever," she insisted, nuzzling his nose with hers.

"I wish I had known you before. I would have married you. I would have made you my queen," he said, answering to her soft caresses, embracing her waist with tenderness.

"It would have been a beautiful life. And I would have given you all the sons you wanted me to. But I'm happy anyway... I knew you, sweet prince. And now, I'm yours," she mumbled, brushing her lips against his.

Hvitserk could feel the sweet taste of her lips, as sweet as Margrethe's were before. He touched his forehead to hers.

"I love you," his heart was open for her to see, with his love and his pain in living flesh.

"I love you too," she said, "I always will."

And with a soft movement, she sealed her lips to his, feeling his taste for the first and last time. The sweet and slow kiss took away the pain of them both, and it lasted long enough for her to sigh, satisfied. When it ended, there wasn't pain anymore and his fingers caressed her lifeless face with love and sadness.

She wasn't afraid. Her expression, unlike Margrethe's, was tranquil. Yet, he gasped, embracing her against his chest, losing a whole hour with her body hidden into his embrace.

With his heart aching, Hvitserk settled Y/N in her bed, placing around her body the dried flowers she had kept from the spring they divided, some of the fruits of the autumn and grains they had stocked for the winter. Sticking his fingers some times, he braided a crown with the flowers, placing it on her head, and took one of his rings, placing it on her finger. From her, he took the Thor's hammer pendant she had in her necklace, placing it in the necklace around his neck.

One last time, he kissed her forehead as he had become used to doing every night.

"Sleep well, my princess. I'll take you with me wherever I go," he spoke into her ears.

Before leaving, he lighted some straw mounds around the house, setting the cabin on fire, burning everything with her.

No one would ever stain that place and their memories would be forever kept safe. And maybe the fire would take that cabin to somewhere in the afterlife. Maybe someday, when the gods had mercy of him, Hvitserk could find that place once again. And sleep one more time with her body into his arms and her hair tickling his nose.

In that morning, with the cabin still burning behind him, Hvitserk watched the sunrise alone. When the rays of sun warmed his skin, he chose to believe it was her, warming him, running through his veins, like blood. He chose to believe she would ever be with him. And so, he turned his horse back into the road, towards Kattegat.

Ivar said he would run the world. And now, Hvitserk wanted to go with him. Dear Y/N would like to see the world through his eyes.

Then, he would travel the world for her to see.

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starswornoaths · 6 years ago

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“Ella”

Aymeric did not seem one for pet names- “dear one” perhaps being the exception, Serella thought. She had, it seemed, thought wrong.

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Here have a fluffy bit of morning domesticity and sweetness over breakfast :D takes place after 3.4 but before 3.5, so in the first few months or so in their relationship \o/

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The first time she heard him say it, he was only just awake.

When Serella had trudged into her home that night, she had expected to be alone. Habit had prepared her for being greeted by Vardr and Rhalgr eagerly slamming their faces into her greaves in search of affection, but otherwise she had expected to force her aching muscles to cooperate long enough to shed her armor, slip into pajamas after washing up, and throw herself into bed alone. And that would have been more than fine; the quiet helped her ease out of the adrenaline that came with hunting clan marks and into more restful thoughts.

So she had been surprised—pleasantly so—when she emerged from the bathroom to find that her lover had taken her up on the offer of considering this his home, and was quietly dozing in her bed.

Hearing her windows creak against the cold Coerthan wind outside, she was all the more glad for his presence; the bed would be warm when she got into it for a change.

She took care to change into her pajamas quietly, mindful of how lightly he slept. Getting into bed would doubtless rouse him as it was, after all, and he looked so peaceful that her heart physically ached at the thought. Frankly, she was surprised the running water when she showered did not wake him already.

Sure enough, despite her care at slowly peeling back the blankets and easing onto the mattress in much the same way she did around her pets when they dominated the space, Aymeric still stirred at the newfound addition to the bed. She watched, a touch dismayed, as his lashes fluttered open sleepily.

“Shh, shh,” Serella cooed. Nestling fully upon the plush pillows beside him she kissed his cheek. “Back to sleep, dear one.”

Contented that she was there, his eyes had not even fully opened before they closed again. Her heart warmed when he let out a quiet, half-asleep groan and adjusted the blankets so he could tuck himself flush against her, and wrapped an arm around her to keep close. With a smile, she nosed his bangs away to kiss his forehead. He melted against her at the touch.

“Ella.” He sighed blissfully.

Serella had already started to ease into sleep, warm and content, though the name jostled her into alertness.

Ella?

Her heart squeezed in bittersweet joy. She had not been called that in—gods, it truly had been decades, hadn’t it—not since her Ma and Da had called her that near every day. An affectionate nickname, once taken for granted by the blissful ignorance of youth, then carefully pressed into the pages of her life like a flower, its sweetness preserved in her fondest memories.

To hear him utter it with mindless affection, her heart felt full to bursting with warmth. Despite the stinging at the back of her eyes, she smiled and kissed the crown of his head when he nuzzled sleepily into the crook of her neck.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” She whispered, closing her eyes. He did not stir again—though nor did she.

If she had dreams that night, she did not remember them, and woke to the sound— and smell —of breakfast sizzling in a pan from downstairs. Blearily opening her eyes and lifting her heavy head from the pillows, she practically tumbled out of bed in a tangle of blankets, limbs, and one rather startled Rhalgr. Her short journey to the bathroom just down the hall was made all the more arduous for her cat, who had taken it upon himself to take up weaving evidently, and had begun practicing his craft by attempting to lace her legs together with his every step. Had this not been a routine she could work around by instinct alone, she would have doubtless tumbled down the hall to the privy.

She emerged from the bathroom with her hair freed of the nest that a night bird had made of it, and she felt a touch more refreshed after her morning routine of cleanliness—and felt more steady on her feet now that the cat had padded downstairs in search of food.

When she finally ambled down the steps, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight the greeted her. Aymeric, stood in front of the stove, still in his pajamas with his hair still tousled from sleep. Though she couldn’t see what was in the pan he was fussing over, she could distinctly smell peppers and eggs—omelettes, she realized with a grin.

Rhalgr had taken to perching upon the counter and sniffing the air with a pleased expression, though he did not stir to her nearing. She almost thought she would catch her beloved by surprise when he said, “Good morning, dear one,” without so much as looking up from the pan. “Breakfast should be ready anon.”

With a smile, she rounded the counter to offer a peck on the cheek— though laughed before she could do so when she spied Vardr lying between Aymeric’s parted legs, bushy tail thumping from side to side as he peered up at the Lord Commander’s cooking. Doubtless hoping for scraps, though he would be disappointed; unlike Serella’s cooking that guaranteed the odd offering of a bit of dropped food, Aymeric was a much more precise hand, and rarely if ever dropped something.

“Good morning.” Serella said in kind, and smiled when he leaned down to meet her lips when she kissed his cheek. “You didn’t have to go to such trouble— but it smells divine.” She hummed.

“Please— when you mentioned you were to make for home last night I had the thought of surprising you with breakfast.” With a wry twist of his lips, he added, “and were it not for a certain gentleman of the house,” he spared a pointed look down at Vardr, who for his part merely looked up and began to wag his tail. “I would have brought it to you in bed.”

“Better at the table, present company considering!” Serella agreed, ambling about to start the kettle. When she spied it already on— and with a lift of the lid and a sniff, confirmed that he had already made tea— she let out a huff of laughter. “Thorough as ever, dear one—” spying the nearly empty bottle of birch syrup on the counter, she tutted, “I just made that bottle a sennight ago. No wonder you’ve been so sappy this morning.”

Aymeric’s attempt to hide his snort of laughter into a cough failed utterly and completely, and he knew it in the way she grinned at him.

“I am of the firm belief that all should be permitted a single vice.” He said with a sagely nod.

“Lest you begin screaming at every meeting in the House of Lords?”

“Oft times, preparing a cup is all that stays my tongue.” He replied in an airy tone.

“And you only have the one vice?” She asked in a lilt.

“Only the one.” He confirmed with a nod and used the spatula to fold over the eggs.

With a thoughtful hum Serella rummaged through the cabinets— she made birch syrup in bulk, knowing damn well how much he went through in a week, having fulfilled the Temple Knight leve request for it often enough to know better. Finding a fresh jar, she set it next to the nearly empty one. Noticing that she had damn near a full shelf of the stuff, Aymeric felt it imperative that he lean over from the stove to kiss her in thanks.

Satisfied, she draped herself upon one of the stools at the counter and poured them each a cup of tea.

“If birch syrup be your one vice, what would that leave me as, I wonder?” She said with a joking laugh.

“You, a vice?” Aymeric plated her omelette and set it in front of her. “I think not, dear one. You are a blessing.” He kissed her forehead. “One that I thank the Fury for every day.”

“The way you stir my heart can’t be medically healthy.” She muttered, even as she smiled up at him despite the flush that pulled from her cheeks to the tips of her pointed ears. “As are you, you know. A blessing, I mean. Not a vice.” She hid her blush behind the lip of her cup as she drank. “Figured you’d like to know.”

“I would! Thank you.” He looked just a little too pleased with himself as he reached for the jars of birch syrup to prepare his cup. Given he was already in a sweet mood…

“So...Ella.” She said in the slowest conversational tone she could manage. Though he had returned to the stove his hand hovered over the basket of eggs, pausing from reaching for another to make his own breakfast. “You called me that last night.”

“Ah, must have been a slip of the tongue,” he said, if a bit bashfully, and plucked an egg from the basket. “I had been wondering whether pet names would be welcome— aside from ‘dear one,’ at least.” He shrugged as he cracked the egg into the bowl, but she noted that he would not look at her, focused on the pan as he was. “And… ‘Ella,’ seemed a good fit, provided you liked it as well. Do you know what it means?”

“I know what my full name means, but not ‘Ella,’ no.”

“‘Beautiful fairy,’ in some languages.” Aymeric supplied. Ah— she’d just managed to get her blush to go away, too, damn him. “Though you are no dainty, frail thing, that I would be calling you an otherworldy, ethereal beauty seemed most apt— though I had wanted to ask before I said aught, it seems in my sleep that mattered little.”

“You’re trying to kill me.” Serella sputtered— and here she had simply been touched by her own personal history with the nickname. “I...didn’t know. I...I had already wanted to thank you for it anyway.”

“Thank me?” He seemed surprised. “What on earth for?”

“I...haven’t been called that since I was a child.” Her smile softened in nostalgia. “My parents— hells, the whole village, all called me ‘Ella.’”

“I meant not to bring up painful memories—” Aymeric turned to face her, then, hand reaching out.

“You didn’t!” She promised, and caught his hand in hers. “I...I love— it. The name.” She swallowed the word ‘you,’ and nearly choked for how much she wanted to tell him— but no, that would be much too soon. The last thing she wanted was to pressure him. “I...didn’t realize how much I missed hearing it.” When his hand continued to move to cup her face she let it. “I want it to be yours, now. If you want that, too.”

When she looked up at him through her lashes he was beaming.

“Then I shall cherish it,” he promised with another kiss to her forehead. “Just as much as I cherish you, Ella.”

The way her heart filled with warmth fit to bursting was absolutely affecting her health but she didn’t care for how happy she felt.

“I hope that’s a rather lot, then.” She said quietly, and reached for her fork to mask how her cheeks hurt from her wide smile.

“Naturally.” He was already back at the stove, cracking another egg and reaching for some of the vegetables he had chopped. “I love— being with you.” He cleared his throat. “Surely you must know what joy you inspire in me?”

“I have a faint idea.” She said— and made a mental note to stop by the chirurgeon’s: the way it flipped in her chest couldn’t be healthy. “I just hope it’s as much as you give me.”

“How much is that, dear one?” He asked her.

“‘Tis immeasurable, I’m afraid.” She said around a mock sigh of dismay. “I’m simply too happy with you to know.”

“We are in agreement, then.” Though his back was to her again, tending to his own omelette, she saw the way his ears flushed. “‘Tis much the same with you, I fear.”

Breakfast wound up being just as delightful as it smelled, though Serella was certain it was made all the better for the company in which she enjoyed it.

#I am as ever your shield #Serella Arcbane #Aymeric de Borel #ffxiv #yeah this has been kicking around too #sorry for the spam /o\#I'm just glad to get this stuff out of my drafts #there's so many of them ;o;#anyway these two are dummies but they're cute so they can stay #I hope you enjoy!

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lavendermenaceart · 6 years ago

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Summary: You had been dating your boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid, for 8 months now and so far you had an easy time keeping it secret. You’re a surveillance specialist with the FBI in Norfolk, that is until you get swooped up by the BAU in Quantico. Now, you have to work extra hard to keep your relationship hidden throughout a tough case.

Warnings/Pairings: SpencerxReader, Injury, Murder, Guns, Blood, Surgery, etc.

A/N: This was a request from Anon! I hope you like it <3

“Uh, wait, wait. What was the address?” You cleared your throat, blinking quickly as you looked at the notebook in front of you.

The person on the phone listed it again and it was the exact same as what you had down on your notepad.

“Ah, alright. Thank you so much.” You hung up and speed dialed your boyfriend.

“Spencer we have a bit of an issue.” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you waited for his response.

“What is the issue? Did you get locked out of your car again?” He sounded amused and you could imagine the cute smirk on his face.

“Uh, no. Apparently, uh, I'm your new coworker.” You forced a grin, crossing an arm over your stomach as you waited for his reply.

“Wait, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I asked twice.” You flopped down on your couch. “I don’t know how it happened, but…” You trailed off, shrugging. “I mean, we were going to tell them sooner or later, right?”

“Yeah, of course. I just don’t want to deal with them fussing over us or interrogating you.” Spencer sighed on the other side of the phone.

“Babe, I can handle it just fine. I’ve been through worse than someone asking me what college I went to.” You chuckled softly.

“I know, I know. I just...I don’t want them to scare you off.” It was one of the few rare times Spencer spoke his true feelings, but that was the beauty of your relationship with him. You both understood each other.

“That’s impossible, I promise you.” You spoke sincerely, knowing he was truly anxious about it. His team would have known by now if he wasn’t so anxious about it. “We’ll go at your pace, alright? I won’t walk in and announce that I’m your significant other. We can tell them whenever you’re ready.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to me, Y/N.” Spencer uttered softly before you both said your goodbyes and I love you. You had to get ready for your new career with the BAU.

“Hello, you’re Y/F/N, right?” A beautiful woman with medium length dark black hair

asked, her head tilted inquisitively.

“Yes, that’s me.” You smiled warmly, trying to keep your eyes focused on her and not trying to find Spencer in the room around you.

“Ah, nice to meet you. I’m Emily Prentiss, your new unit chief. Sorry if this was unexpected, I just saw your credentials and asked if I could scoop you up. One of our own recently left to be a full-time mother, so we had a space that needed to be filled.” She explained as she led you to her office. You noticed the other agents turning to look at you, Spencer trying to look like he didn’t recognize you but you could see the twinkle of pride in his eyes.

“Just need you to fill out some paperwork and then you can meet the rest of the team.” She opened the door and beckoned you in before shutting it behind the two of you.

The paperwork was mainly basic FBI employment papers and you had it done in 15 minutes. Afterward, Prentiss walked you out and the team gathered around at the bottom of the stairs.

“Everyone, this is our newest member, Y/F/N.” You stuck your hand out and another woman with a dark wavy bob took it.

“Hi, I’m Tara Lewis” Her smile was warm and you felt a little less nervous.

One by one you met and shook hands with Rossi, Luke, Matthew, and last Spencer.

“Dr. Spencer Reid, Nice to see you.” You smiled as he shook your hand, feeling him squeeze reassuringly.

This garnered a few odd glances and some mumbling from Luke. Something along the lines of “I thought he didn't shake hands.”

You both immediately broke apart before a bubbly blonde came waddling in on high heels.

“Hi, Hi! Im Penelope Garcia, Tech Oracle of the BAU.” She stuck her hand out and you took it before bowing graciously.

“I am blessed by your presence.” You uttered reverently before falling into a fit of giggles with her.

“Ooh, I like this one.” She pointed at you, looking from you to Prentiss.

“I'm glad because they will most likely be sticking with us for a while.” She winked at you playfully before Garcia cleared her throat, the tone immediately getting heavier.

“I partially came out to greet the newbie but for the most part it's because, uh, we have a case.”

It was a horrifying case, you realized as soon as you saw the pictures up on the screen in the meeting room. Dozens upon dozens of skeletons and decomposing bodies splayed out on the ground, covered in dust if they weren’t in the ground. Yellowed-white bones peeking out of the earth. Some had been crushed by rocks. Spencer kept glancing your way, checking your reaction to the images. No doubt, he was worried about you.

“So, there was a mass grave found in the Guadalupe Mountains National Park in Salt Flat, Texas. It was uncovered after a mudslide caused by the recent onslaught of storms that came with hurricane Harvey. All the bodies are women and we’ve gotten some DNA matches that of multiple missing cases dating all the way back to 2003 from all across the country.”

“So, this person had the time and money to travel across the country and not get caught.” Luke mused, scrolling through the file on his tablet.

“Could be someone who travels for work.” Tara nodded at the map. “Either that or someone who got some kind of inheritance or settlement.”

“How old is the most recent body?” You spoke up, wanting to get the timeline banged out as early as possible.

“6 months.” Garcia clicked a button and an image of a fairly new body popped up on the screen.

5 hours later the team and yourself touched down in Texas, your nerves a lot better than when you first got on the plane thanks to Spencer who sat next to you and read to you in whispers, even when the entire team was staring. You weren’t that used to flying and the sheer size of the case made you feel like maybe your small team of seven wasn’t big enough for a case like that.

“Have you ever had a case like this?” You asked Spencer softly as he walked next to you into the police office you would be residing in.

“Yes, actually,” Spencer responded softly, watching your face closely for a moment to gauge your reaction.

“So, you have experience with this. That’s good. That means we have a better chance, right?” You were both hovering by the entrance, Spencer nursing the same cup of coffee he had been for the past 2 hours.

“Oh, uh, yeah, you can look at it that way. We did find the guy who-” Spencer had been surprised by your response, obviously, but his sentence was cut off by Prentiss’ voice.

“Reid and Y/L/N? We need to talk battle plans.” She was glancing you over, her gaze careful but you could see the hint of disbelief in her eyes.

Spencer cleared his throat and stared at his shoes as he made his way over to the team, and you were trying your best to control your reddening cheeks.

Lewis and yourself had been paired up to go to the crime scene to work with M.E’s while Prentiss and Alvez talked to police officer’s while Spencer and Simmons stayed behind at the police station to look over the map of the crimes.

“This skeleton is 10 years old. Her middle finger on her left hand was taken off rather roughly, like most of the other bodies.”

“The ring finger…” You muttered, flipping through what would cause someone to cut off that specific finger. They couldn’t have been married women because they would have been missed. “A mass grave of this size...They all had to of been runaways or prostitutes, a married person would have been missed too much, too risky.”

“You’re right. We’ll have to wait to see after the interviews with the hits we got about the victim’s situation.” Tara nodded, before looking at the M.E.

“Right, most of them had been hit over the head from behind while others had been strangled, most likely from behind with a wire.” The M.E pointed at different bodies. It seems the newer ones had been strangled while older ones had been hit over the back of the head.

You tilted your head, furrowing your eyes.

“What are you thinking. Y/L/N?” Tara looked at you curiously, putting a hand on her hip.

“That’s two different M.O’s, and look, all the newest bodies were strangled. The older ones, mostly skeletons, had been hit in the back of the head. Is it a coincidence that two different killers used the same mass grave or….”

“Some kind of apprenticeship?” Tara finished and you nodded.

“I’ll go talk to Prentiss.” You both nodded towards each other as you turned away from the tent full of bodies to go speak with Prentiss.

“Wait, Y/L/N, Can I ask kind of a personal question?” Tara had followed you out of the tent and you felt sweat bead your brow almost instantly as you braced yourself for the question.

“Yeah, of course.” You didn’t want to step on any toes by commenting on ‘The case at hand’ or something else that could come off as insulting.

“What were you doing before this? I haven’t seen you even blink at any of these bodies.” She approached carefully, her face carefully curious.

“I thought I told you guys? I was a surveillance specialist with the FBI in Norfolk.” You shrugged, hoping that was enough. You felt a twinge of relief, escaping a question about your relationship with Spencer.

Tara nodded, accepting your question before excusing herself to go back into the tent as you continued towards Prentiss.

“Prentiss?” You stood over her crouching body as she examined some remains still stuck in the ground.

“Y/L/N, what’s up?” She looked up at you before standing straight with a grunt of effort.

“About half of the bodies have their skulls smashed, from behind, while the other half were strangled from behind with something like wire. All the bodies are missing their ring finger. Tara and I were thinking about a partnership or an apprenticeship.” You laid out the facts, quick and cold.

“If they were doing these things from behind the victim, that means they were both ashamed of what they were doing, or they couldn’t overpower them through normal means. The ring finger feels obvious….maybe two men who had been divorced?” She looked thoughtful down at the skeleton beneath her.

“That doesn’t make sense.” You practically blurted out, caught up in your own thoughts. “Sorry.” You blushed a deep red, embarrassment burning your cheeks as you realized you might have stepped over your new boss.

“No, don’t be. What are you thinking?” Prentiss’ tone was kind and understanding.

“Well, it’s….the deaths are chronological. There is a clear cut from one M.O to the other. My bet is on an apprenticeship, maybe the first killer died or he’s too old to kill.”

“That means that the apprentice was younger, obviously. If he’s younger though, who should have easily been able to overpower most of these women.” Prentiss sighed, holding her chin in thought.

You thought for a moment, staring down at the ground until it came to you. “A genetic illness or deformity, maybe?”

“Like...a Father-son duo?” Emily looked skeptical for a moment before she nodded, “We can look into that, but I want to keep our options open this early in the case.”

You nodded, feeling a small chip at your ego before brushing it away, “I understand that.”

After hours of work, interviews, and coffee, the team finally had suspected. They were a father and daughter duo. The mother had divorced and abandoned them both after the father was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's disease. Before that, he was a traveling businessman who would bring his family along with him from city to city. The daughter was homeschooled and had no social media accounts. You remember reaching out to Spencer after that had been discovered, knowing it probably hit too close to home for.

“I’m fine, don’t worry,” Spencer whispered softly in the hotel hallway, leaning down to kiss your forehead before you both jumped apart as one of the doors opened.

“Do you guys know where a vending machine is?” Luke walked up to the pair of you, oblivious to the intimacy just shared between the two of you.

“Down one floor, right next to the elevators.” You responded, smiling and trying to look casual.

Luke thanked you before getting into the elevator for his midnight snack.

“We have to be more careful.” You muttered softly as you split off from Spencer and entering your room to rest at night.

Now you and your team were about to make a bust on the family at their house. You were the third of your team to go in, splitting up to go upstairs and to the attic after everywhere else had been cleared minus the room where the father was bed bound. You had just climbed up in the attic and turned when you saw her. A thin woman, maybe in her late 20’s or early 30’s, crouched on a mattress. You could see wires hanging up all around her, covered in crusted blood. You didn’t want to alarm her any more than you already had by calling for your team because she had a pistol pointed straight at you. She was shaking badly as tears welled up in her eyes.

“Hey, look, it’s okay. We’re here to help.” You holster your gun before holding your hands up and crouching down on one knee.

“No, you’re just gonna take me away from my Daddy.” She cocked the hammer to the pistol and you felt sweat start to slick your skin in the stuffy attic.

“No, we just want to help you and your Daddy.” You spoke softly, sympathetically. “You’ve never used a gun before, come one, put it down and we can get you out of here.”

“How do you know I haven’t?” she replied, her voice quivering in fear.

“None of the bodies had been shot.” You answered her softly, holding a hand out for the gun. “Hand it over, and we’ll get you out of here, okay? You won’t ever have to hurt anyone again.”

Suddenly her face contorted, a mix between rage and sorrow as she steadied the gun. “I like hurting them, though.” And in the next second a deafening shot rung through the air, you tried to dodge but you felt the bullet burn through your arm.

Warm blood gushed out onto the wooden flood, slipping through the cracks. It must have hit an artery. The woman let out a little giggle of glee as she raised the gun again. In that split second you thought you were truly going to die, closing your eyes as a second shot rang out. You felt nothing other than the searing pain of your wound and the blood leaving your body at a rapid pace.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the woman laying back, contorted, on the mattress, a hole in her forehead. A moment later 3 Spencer’s filled your vision, flickering and blurring as his voice distorted.

“Hang in there, love. It’s going to be alright, okay? You’re so brave, Y/F/N.” He held your hand, squeezing gently until paramedics persuaded him away.

The last thing you remembered seeing was Spencer standing over you, whispering something to himself while the rest of the team stood in awe to the side.

Soft lights penetrated through your eyelids, making you blink as the world came back. You felt the thin blankets that Spencer had tucked you under after surgery, and his warm hand in yours. You heard the soft sound of Animal Planet on in the background, an announcer with a soothing voice speaking about a rare breed of bird.

“Love?” Spencer gently brushed a hand across your cheek, moving hair out of your face. The feeling of his touch lingered and you realized you were high on pain medication and that something horrible had happened.

“What….h-happened?” You muttered softly, bringing a hand to your forehead before running it through your hair.

“You were shot. She nicked your brachial artery, but the paramedics got you here in time.” You winced softly, pain seeping through your drug filled mind. Spencer’s voice floated through and you barely registered it.

“That’s not good.” You muttered, making Spencer smile and chuckle before leaning over the arm of the bed to kiss your dry lips.

“No, it’s not. But, you’re okay and that’s what matters.” He whispered softly into your hair before kissing your forehead.

“How are you?” You slurred, running your clumsy fingers along his jawline.

“I’m good, my love.” He gently grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers as you drifted off into sleep again.

“So, are you going to tell us about...this?” It was Prentiss’ voice, in front of you.

Spencer sighed, and then, “We’ve been dating for 8 months. I met her at the FBI ball.”

“How come you never told us?” It was a different voice, Garcia’s.

Silence before Garcia spoke again, “What?”

“I didn’t want you guys to scare her off. You can be pretty intimidating.” Spencer spoke hesitantly after a moment's pause.

“Oh, Spencer.” Emily sighed softly, moving closer to Spencer, “Well, now she’s stuck with us.” Some uneasy laughter bubbled over the room before it fell silent again.

“We just want the best for you, Spencer,” Garcia explained, her voice watery. She must have felt guilty, but she didn’t need to.

“I told you, nothing could scare me off.” You opened one eye before having a coughing fit and groaning at the pain radiating from your arm.

“Welcome back.” Luke was standing at the corner of your bed, handing a cup of water to Emily who then handed it to Spencer so that he could then hold the straw to your chapped lips.

“Thanks.” You smiled before taking a handful of huge gulps.

“Anything you need, we’re here.” Emily nodded, smiling at you.

“Yeah, you’re part of the team now.” Matthew concurred, smiling gently.

You met Spencer’s eyes, a small smile forming on both of your faces. You had stopped any more murders from occurring and won the respect of the team. Your relationship could only grow stronger from there.

#Criminal minds #cm #cm fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reidxreader #reader insert #self insert #reider #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my reider #writing #BAU #criminal minds angst

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andrierretashas · 7 years ago

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hello! russian here! i know everyone uses the short forms sonya for sofia, natasha for natalya, and pierre for pyotr but please consider other affectionate forms. fluffiness ahead! (1/4)

for andrey: “andryusha”, “andrusha”, “andryukha”, “dyusha”, “andryushka”, “andryushenka” (last one is SUPER fluffy) for helene: “lena”, “lenochka”, “elenushka” “lenka”, “lelya.” for anatole: “tolya”, “tolik”, “tolyan”, “tolenka” (2/4)

for nikolai: “kolya”, “kolenka”, “kolka”, “kolyan”, “nikolayushka” for fyodor: “fedyushka”, “fedka”, “fedya”, “dusya”, “dyusechka" for natalya: “tasha”, “natashenka”, “natalenka”, “natalyushka”, “nasha” (¾)

for pyotr: “pyotra”, “petenka”, “petya”, “petechka”, “petyosha” for sofia: “sonyusha”, “sonechka”, “sofyusha”, “sonyushka”, “sonyushenka” (last one is mostly used intimately) for princess marya and marya d: “mashka” (mostly when teasing) “masha”, “mashenka”, “marusya”, “mashunechka”, “mashunya” (speaking as a maria, the last few are super fluffy and only used if you wanna make poor marya/maria/mary blush) (4/4)

oh my god anon…..you are truly a blessing upon this earth thank you so much

#i don't use these enough i just pick one for each character tbh #catch sonya calling mary mashunya in my next sonyamary #also......is petrushka a thing??? is my petrushka invalid??? is fyotr dead????#ask #anon

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strawberry-milktea · 7 years ago

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If you see this, please respond as soon as you do. I’ve sent a couple messages already, but they haven’t been answered so I’m not sure if they aren’t going through or maybe you just have so many they get stuck at the bottom or something, but I’ve been struggling with a lot lately. My anxiety is the worst it’s ever been. I’m having intrusive and completely unwanted thoughts, having trouble sleeping, but more recently feeling guilty over past sin and how much I let sin take over even though (cont)

(cont) I knew it was wrong, but I always either ignored that feeling or explained it away somehow. Maybe it’s what I deserve, but it’s been effecting me so horribly I actually feel like I want to throw up. It’s stuff I would worry about my parents being upset and disgusted with me over, but I could never tell them what it is. I’ve been praying for this all to go away, but nothing has happened. I know God hears me, but a part of me feels like because of my sin and the way I dealt with it (cont)

(cont) for so long that I’m no longer wanted by him. But then I think that’s the devil manipulating my situation and I just feel so confused. I don’t want to be associated with that part of my life anymore, but I feel as though I will always be drowning in regret. I can’t talk about this with anyone else, so opening up to you makes me feel a little better and like I’m doing something. Any advice you can give plus verses that are helpful would be amazing right now. Thank you for reading.

this is also from the anon with the long paragraphs talking about old sins, regret, anxiety, etc. Is it a sin to not tell my parents about past sin I’ve done even when it doesn’t even have anything to do with them. A part of me feels that way like I’m being another person with them, but I really don’t think I could ever tell them. I told my mom something recently and I still didn’t feel any better. Is telling God what truly matters? Do we have to share our sin with other people?

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Hi there, I apologize for not getting back to you as soon as you sent your previous messages.. I’ve been a bit backed up on answering asks, thanks for having patience with me. :)

I think the enemy is definitely attacking by trying to terrorize and manipulate you into thinking you’re unwanted by God and can’t possibly be forgiven. I hope it brings you some comfort to know you are far from the only one who is attacked this way. Using people’s past mistakes/sins against them that they have already repented for in Jesus’ name is a very common tactic the enemy uses. The fact that you are feeling confusion is also a big sign this is of the enemy. The enemy wants you to be so distracted with regret and shame that your focus shifts onto this instead of the truth in Christ that you are forgiven, loved, and a new creation. You were once someone who embraced and justified sin, but the key word here is “past”. You refer to this sin as past sin, which leads me to understand that this is something you no longer embrace, have asked Christ’s forgiveness for, and has died with the old you. So friend I urge you - please let the regret and shame die along with the sin you have left in the past..

When we come to Christ and ask Him to forgive us for a sin we have repented for and no longer embrace, we aren’t meant to drag regret around us like a rotting corpse. When we are forgiven in Jesus’ name, the old self is dead. Yes, the mistake still happened in the past.. and I won’t lie and say that I don’t have moments where I think back on past sinful mistakes I made before I knew Him and feel repulsed. But I move on from that feeling because I know that isn’t who I am anymore. I know my identity is in Christ now, just as yours is. You have to leave regrets over past sin in the past where they belong because that is no longer who you are. Christ came so that we could be set free from sin. You aren’t meant to live in a state of anxiety and shame over something He already forgave you for and paid the ultimate price for so that you could be free.

I hope these verses bring you a sense of comfort and peace:

“Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God.” - 1 Corinthians 6:9-11

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” - 1 John 1:9

“I, I am he who blots out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins.” - Isaiah 43:25

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to himself and gave us the ministry of reconciliation; that is, in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation. Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, God making his appeal through us. We implore you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.” - 2 Corinthians 5:17-21

“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.” - Isaiah 1:18

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.” - Ephesians 1:3-10

To be forgiven, we need to confess our sins to God. Because Christ came to die for our sins and bridged the gap between man and the Father, He tore the veil and made it possible for us to have the privilege of direction communication with the Father. Therefore, we can confess our sins directly to the Father in Jesus’ name to receive forgiveness. You don’t have to go through another person/confess to them in order to receive forgiveness. There are situations where confessing sins to another person is a needed and very helpful step in moving forward. An example is confessing to a Christian brother or sister such that a sin one is struggling with is exposed to the light and it becomes easier to stand up against temptation with that person to offer support. In addition to first and foremost seeking His strength and support, it can often lift a burden off our shoulders when we talk to our brothers and sisters about our current struggles with and/or past regrets over sin. Another example is when a sin a person committed directly effects another person and the right thing to do is to talk honestly about what happened. Take an example of a husband who has committed adultery, but he has seen the error in his way, has terrible regret over what he did, and has asked in Jesus’ name for forgiveness. He has to tell his wife what happened because this sin directly effected both of them and violated their marriage. Even though he has repented and confessed his sin to God, it wouldn’t be ethical for him to keep this information from her. And it could likely lead to various types of issues in their marriage if it isn’t honestly talked about.In your situation, I don’t think it’s a sin not to talk about this with your parents - especially since you said the past sin didn’t have anything to do with your parents. Speaking personally, I never told my parents that sexual sin is something I fight against. I’m ashamed of it. While my mom and I are very close and talk very openly, I can’t bring myself to talk about this. And I don’t think that’s wrong because it’s not something that effects either of my parents, and I’m standing up against it by going to Him first and foremost, then later gathered the courage to talk about it openly here on my blog, which gave me further strength.I found a good article talking about the topic of confessing sins, I thought you might want to take a look at it.I am definitely not discouraging you from talking to your parents about it, though! If you want to and it will help to do so, then you should. But if you’re only doing it because you’re fearing it’s a sin if you don’t and you genuinely don’t want to talk about it, then I would say you shouldn’t feel pressured to do so. Sometimes it is hardest to talk to the people closest to us about such things because we love them so much and don’t want them to see us in a different light.

#God #asks #anon #forgiveness #sin #anxiety #fear #guilt #regret #shame #spiritual attacks

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fxhfndddfghn · 7 years ago

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i love you very dearly. we have just met but youre a very wonderful person and you try your best to help others. however, you also seem to hide your emotions and it makes me sad. i wish you would let me try to help more. but, all that aside, you are truly a blessing upon this earth and im proud to call you a friend

i love you too anon!!! and thank you so so much but adkfdn dont sweat it!!!! and thank you, youre a blessing too!!!!

#ask #anon

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criminalsandtea · 8 years ago

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for every ‘@’ sent (anon or not) I WILL mention and post some positivity about a fellow tumblr user | Open

I was actually planning on cheating this if I only got one @ and just mention all the people, but this is even better!

@bullterrierboy

Some people come into your life, and the moment the first ‘hi’ falls, you know the stars aligned just for two souls to meet. I do no know what forever holds, not for me, for you or for us, but I know that for as long as you and I are given together, the flowers will continue to bloom and the sun will continue to rise. We all know the famous poem starting with the words ‘shall I compare thee to a summer’s day’, well, my dear, there is nothing in our universe I can compare you with. No words to express the beauty you are, no language to say how thankful I am for your presence. Forever may or may not be ours, but I know our souls have rubbed off on each other, so a piece of you will always be me and a piece of me will always be you. Thank you for your presence in my life, thank you for your existence and thank you for being my friend. ♥

@mollyhooperthoughts

I know you so often doubt yourself, and I want to tell you that you really must not. You are a wondeful person, an incredible writer and you are a brave soul. The stars come out every night for you to see and the birds sing you a good morning every day. Remember that you are loved, by me and by the world in its whole, always. Thank you for being a part of my life ♥

@doctxrwatsxn

Your soul is filled with endless love and it is beautiful to watch you give it away so freely. Remember to love yourself the way you love others, for you are deserving of every bit of warmth and every bit of kindness. Thank you for who you are and thank you for allowing your soul to bring something good to our world. I am grateful to have met you and I am forever thankful for all you have given me. You are a blessing to the world, my dear ♥

@tigermarked

Our path together, even if it shows its gaps, is one I will forever cherish. You are and will always be a fantastic writer, a fantastic being and a precious soul. You have a heart of gold and the wisdom of elders. You are strong and you are brave, yet you manage to remain humble and gentle. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life, I will adore every moment of it ♥

@itsnotmyrealname

I know you suffer and it pains me to see so. You are deserving of all the good our world can offer and it is a shame that it is not always given to you. Continue fighting as bravely as you are already doing and I promise you that the sun will give you its warmth soon. I am so proud of you and I am so thankful that you allow me to form a part of your story. Thank you for all that you are and all that you give to the world ♥

@askthegirldetective

I cannot begin to express in words what you mean to me. Your soul is filled with warmth and love and you never hesitate to give it away. The amount of times I’ve felt down or doubtful about my writing, only to find a message of yours in my askbox, or even just a meme. I may not always say it, but it truly means the world to me. You are so supportive and so loving, always. Thank you ♥

@hiistiger

I know we have met only shortly ago, but you are such a lovely presence upon my dash. I continuously look forward to your writings. We have yet to speak in person, but I can feel that you have a loving soul. I am thankful that you have given me a chance to write with you and I hope our adventures will continue for as long as possible. Thank you for all and I hope we will get to know each other even better over time ♥

@salvatiicn

Your creativity is beyond measures. You are a brilliant writer and your ability to take on just about any character is absolutely mesmerizing. I adore you and I adore your writing to no end. You are also a wonderfully kind human being. Thank you for all that you have given me, I hope I can return all the kind gestures, always ♥

@221bringingitback

Your writing is absolutely brilliant. It is obvious from all you do that you find joy in what you are doing, and that is the most beautiful to witness as a reader. You create a Sherlock that feels so real and it is beautiful to watch. Thank you for allowing me to write with you, I am honoured to be a part of it all ♥

@watsonofagun

It is noticable in all you write that you have a great understanding both of the power of words and the behaviour of your character. To read your replies is to see a scene play before one’s own eyes, so real and so unbelievably good. You are, beside a fantastic writer, also a generous and kind soul. You suffer at times, yet you find the ability to keep going every single day. Remain brave and strong and you will get where you are going eventually. Thank you for all you do ♥

@missedbecominghistoric

Somehow it won’t let me tag you, but of course I cannot leave you out of this list. You are one of the most wonderful people I have met in my life. I know you continuously speak kind of me, yet you so often find it hard to say those same words about yourself. Therefore, I will say them to you. You are a gentle soul, you have a heart of gold, you have the bravery and fierceness of a lion (and the manes, let’s be honest ;-) ) and you are so caring of those around you. Never let others silence you or tell you you are unworthy of your place on our earth, because you deserve everything good the earth has to offer. I am so grateful that you have come into my life and I will forever be thankful for the kindness and love you have given me. You will forever have a place in the gardens of my heart and I will always be happy to sit there with you ♥

#missedbecominghistoric #((tagging you since it won't let me mention you))#ooc #positivity #long post

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durm-ff · 8 years ago

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One to Another - a Leon Goretzka One Shot

i honestly was so looking forward to writing this piece but i feel like it didn’t turn out quite as well, and when i though of changing it, it was too late and i had no energy of rewriting everything. i’m sorry anon! hope you still like it and forgive me for the big ass delay @girlinmanyfandoms123! x

No one pays attention to me as I’m filming, mainly, cause I’m only doing preparation for the actual vlogging. I planned on talking to some of the players while they’re having a break, so now everything’s silent and I’m invisible.

At least I am until someone looks into the camera. Brown hair with matching brown eyes and a slight scruff on a boyish face that is smiling at me right now. Whatthehell. I begin to lose my grip again, but I stop my hands from shaking for the camera’s sake and I continue filming.

‘Good morning guys! Excuse my face, but I’m still waking up, and it’s like 7am, so, naturally, I wasn’t ready for this…BUT exciting day nevertheless, because….I’m going to the Schalke 04 training grounds today! That’s right, I don’t know how I’m going to handle it, I couldn’t fall asleep because of this until 2am. I was imagining scenarios where I just make a complete moron out of myself. Like, falling over the banister or ask stupid questions.

Anyway, I’ll see how those embarrassing moments turn out later, I have to do something with my face now, alright? Alright’

Charlie loads the camera gear into the backseat of the car as I sit into the driver’s seat. I think of my intro this morning as he shuts the door and gets inside too. It’s kind of funny how such a mundane part can mean so much later on. The viewer sees what I’m up to, gets familiar with the importance of today’s video and is not fooled by editing, because it truly was 7am when I filmed that piece, and, well, that is clearly seen on my face.

The bigger picture, however, could look a bit different. I’m just another girl on YouTube with an okay-ish name, which is not unoriginal ‘FootieVic’, but almost hard to remember among the thousands if not millions of people that do the same thing. I try not to do the same things as others, but it gets hard when you’re just as boring as every other young adult.

The good thing is, though, that Germany is not overflooded with YouTubers. There are a lot, but still, you can be in your own bubble and not suffer from being mainstream, yet, you still benefit from it. And, having my boring life, there’s a lot of opportunity to embarrass myself and comment sarcastically on whatever is on my mind, which is mainly football. Somehow, people seem to like it. And somehow, my best friend doesn’t mind helping me out and coming along when I’m filming at different locations. God bless Charlie.

‘You think they will talk to you?’ – Charlie asks once we’re on the road. I shrug. ‘I hope, but then again, I hope not. That gives me extra space to make fun of them and hide because of my awkwardness. I could make it look like a fangirl-stalker video.’ – I look over at Charlie and raise my eyebrows. ‘Classy’. – he nods. ‘Shut up. I don’t know. I hope so. Otherwise I’ll just stand there like a loser’. ‘I mean, you’re already one.’ – he shrugs. ‘Tell me again why I brought you along.’ – I roll my eyes.

Being from Gelsenkirchen, the ride doesn’t take too long and I can feel my heart beating just a little too fast as I roll into the parking lot. The security guard asks my name and I feel excited as I say ‘FootieVic’, because now it means something; it lets me through the gate, it allows me to be somewhere not everyone can be, and, it is leading me to the place where some of my idols are playing/have played. I still can’t believe my agent managed to pull this off.

I mean, I know I asked him (read: begged) to try to get me to film there, seeing Gelsenkirchen was my hometown, and after having talked about them so much, it was almost fair to see it as promoting them without cost, so basically, it was their turn to repay me. But I never thought he’d actually win over the heart of whatever administrational person was at work that day. Anyway, it worked, and now we’re here.

The thing was, that even though access has been granted to me, and I could be wherever I wanted to be, I remain in the driver’s seat upon parking, desperately holding on to the steering wheel. ‘Everything alright, Vic?’ – Charlie leans into the car after stepping outside, and is holding the camera in his hands, which is already recording. Great. I’ll have to make sure it’s cut out of the final video. I can’t come up with any bullshit as to why I wasn’t moving so I carefully look at Charlie with a painful expression and hope he figures it out.

His features clear up after he realizes what’s wrong and exclaims ‘Oh, come on! You can’t be this nervous?’ ‘Yes, I can.’ – I sigh. When I don’t move, he thinks for a few seconds then shuts his door and walks over to my side. He opens my door and grabs my hands, in an attempt to pull them off the steering wheel. I try to resist Charlie, but sadly he’s stronger than me, even though neither of us is a fan of the gym. ‘Fine!’ – I give up and step out of the car.

I get the camera out of the back and Charlie brings the lighting equipment. I know it’s a vlog, but still, there’s only one chance to meet Schalke 04 and I definitely don’t want to give an unflattering impression of them on my channel, even if they have been photographed/filmed countless times. We walk over the the field and my heart, again, starts beating faster than it should. I try to calm myself and tell myself that they probably won’t care that much or that they’ll be nice because they’re used to the press and they’ve been told I’d come (at least I think so).

As we are approaching I see most of the players on the field, and ohmygod my dearest captain, a.k.a. Benedikt Höwedes is kicking the ball around and I can’t help but feel blessed to even be in his presence. Thinking of my almost-breakdown just two minutes ago, I get myself together and calm down, because if there’s someone I don’t want to disappoint, then it’s my Benni.

Gross, I know. But it’s the truth. I hold up my camera and switch it on, focusing on the captain first, then slowly going over to other players on the field, filming each of them for a few seconds. It is early in the morning, so I wonder how they can move so quickly and not have bags under their eyes. I’m glad no one’s filming a vlog about me, because that wouldn’t be as pretty as this is, trust me, eveconsidering the camera’s quality allows to show even the slightest details.

He looks around, then jogs towards me and in a few seconds he’s already staring into the camera from up close and I can see his pores. I look away from the camera and give him a small smile (otherwise I’d be grinning like an idiot and totally blow off my cool). ‘Hey, Leon.’ – I say as if he and I are good pals and hang out regularly. Pfsh.

‘Hey! You’re Vic right?’ – he asks and my pupils dilate to the size of the sun, and the heat that flows into my cheeks probably match the planet too. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Good to meet you, man’ – he turns to Charlie, who introduces himself too. ‘You know me?’ – I blurt out and he turns towards me again – ‘Yeah, I’ve seen your videos. I’m really excited that you’re here.’ I’msorrywhat. ‘Oh, thank you. I’m glad to be here too’ What kind of weak-ass small talk am I doing. ‘I’m just getting a shot of everyone right now.’

‘Cool, cool.’ – he chirps, and of course he does, because his face does not resemble any kind of tiredness. I curse myself for watching Suits all night long. Who could have possibly predicted that Leon would knew who I was and would see the blackes black there is on earth under my eyelids? The answer is no one. ‘Do you think it’s okay to talk to the team during the break?’ – I ask him. ‘Sure, I’ll wave to you to come to us when we’re done, is that good?’ – he asks and I’m still shocked by his kindness but mostly by the fact that I’m not an absolute no one to him.

‘Perfect.’ – I tell him and I weakly smile at him hoping that my social skills will improve by the time I’m talking to the team when he nods and jogs back to practice.

The camera is still rolling when I look at it again and Charlia motions for me to give it to him so that he can film my face. ‘So Vic’ – he says in a suggestive tone – ‘what was that all about?’ ‘Just shup up’ – I tell him and simulteanously do a soundlass gasp. ‘It turns out that the fanship is mutual.’ – I note. ‘Look at you’ – Charlie won’t shut up, and he makes sure that I’ll have to cut this part out of the video too.

Break comes and while Leon does look into my direction, he doesn’t yet wave, so I just wait and film around the training grounds and the locker rooms for adequate footage. I’m getting more nervous cause for my video to have content, I need actual conversation, and we all know I can’t put that piece with Leon into the video, even though my awkwardness is one of the reasons why I gained subscribers.

When we return to the field, the practice comes to an end the team is forming a circle around the coach. Leon glances at me, then after they shout ‘Schalke Null Vier!’ – with their hands in the middle of the circle, I finally see that wave and I walk over to Leon.

The team already get smaller when I get there, but there are still enough players to talk to and Leon gives me a reassuring smile. ‘Guys, this is Vic. Or FootieVic.’ – I hear some oh right I know hers and it’s that sarcastic fangirls. ‘She’ll be coming with us to the locker room to ask some questions or something. I don’t know to be honest.’ – he shrugs, then all eyes are on me. ‘Yeah, I mean, I just want to witness some of the shenanigans if that’s alright’ – I say and it seems I’ve found the right tone, because several people are laughing and most of them give me a smile, so they all nod ad we head towards the locker rooms.

Which, by the way, was totally not my plan, but who would complain? This is so much better than I expected. I’m filming our way to the building while Leon slows down and comes next to me. ‘You nervous?’ – he asks and I roll my eyes so hard I almost turn blind. ‘Is it that visible?’ I flinch and look over to him. ‘The nerves almost popped in your eyes, I swear. Of course it is. But don’t worry, it’s all gonna be fine. At least the only person you still have to impress is me.’

‘Excuse me?’ – I ask and after a split second of genuine looks in his eyes he softens and laughs. ‘You already like my videos, I can move on!’ – I snap jokingly. ‘Ho, ho, ho, withouth me, you wouldn’t even dare to go in there, would you?’ – he says to which Charlie snorts in approval and high fives Leon. ‘You two sure make a good team against me, Christ.’ ‘Oh, just call me Leon.’ – he says and that’s it. I leave them behind as he and Charlie burst out laughing.

‘Hey, hey, I was joking.’ – he catches up with me as we reach the entrance. ‘How about I stop making jokes about your awkwardness and you let me in on the finishing touches of the video?’ – he raises his eyebrows and I do the same. Finally, I sigh. ‘Fine.’

‘Yesssss’ – jumps and opens the door for me. ‘M’lady.’ – I already regret this decision, and roll my eyes at him but I can’t stay mad. Something about those puppy eyes and his directness stops me from actually getting annoyed. Although, I do have some concerns. I have to make sure he never sees the bits of me breaking down and Charlie making fun of me after he came over to us.

2 days later

‘So, that was a wrap’ I say to the camera. Leon and I are sitting in my room. – ‘No, it wasn’t’ – Leon says and I put my hand on his mouth. ‘If you liked this video, hit the like button, comment, and subscribe, otherwise I’ll make sure this kid never talks again’ – I smile as Leon is trying to pull my hands off his mouth and add something. He’s been pissing me off during filming and editing and made it impossible to say anything without him countering it.

Turns out, what he meant by that deal was him driving me nuts, coming over, making fun of the embarrassing bits that he of course saw in the end, but also making it impossible to kick him out of the room. But I nevertheless enjoyed every minute and didn’t mind the flirting bits either.

I guess what’s on the one hand dreading in the beginning, it is a handsome mystery on the other. And what’s embarrassing to one, itt’s the source of banter to another.

#leon goretzka #leon #goretzka #schalke 04 #benedikt howedes #benedikt höwedes #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fanfiction

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