#Yes. Tad is holding bread

[moonienovasartblog]

Tad just likes being around him.

These men have a chokehold on me.

[satoruhour]

Nanami, who bakes fresh bread at least once a week probably subconsciously kneads your ass when you cuddle, sometimes even in his sleep. You'll give each other massage often and he'll spend tad longer literally kneading your breasts and ass fghj

a/n: PAUUUUSEEEEE THIS IS SO CUTE !!!! made it a little n*sfw too

warnings: fem!reader, making out, dry humping, p -> v sex, slow morning sex, n*sfw under the cut

bread has always been part of nanami’s life. whether it’s the hindbærsnitter and direktørsnegl his grandparents made him when he was young or when he’s mellowed out into a buttery croissants and cream puffs and now, when all he’s got time for is simple cinnamon bread and sourdough. he’s not complaining — it’s not like he doesn’t have the money, he’s already making bread once a week.

not to say that it’s expensive, but it does take up a lot of time; in the time where it takes him to properly knead everything, he could’ve already made two trips to the bakery and buy his baguette sandwich.

but nanami likes organic when he can afford it, and so ever since he tries his best to make weekly bread on sundays. it’s a habit even after successfully asking you to be his partner with red cheeks, an annoying gojo holding up a boombox and a yuji shaking a banner in the background, and you’re saying yes whilst keeping in your laughter. later they both agreed it was because of them that you said yes, while nanami only asked the older to shut the fuck up.

that habit garners other habits, like how he purses his lips when he needs to get the exact measurements. he does it all the time now when he’s focusing on some sort of task, twisting his mouth here and there. the other relates to the gathering and pushing of dough, having kneaded so much these few years that it’s the only way now to work out the kinks in his body. and yours.

you realise it after date night at home, ignoring every single piece of dialogue in the movie to make out with your boyfriend. you’re sat in his lap, grinding slowly into his clothed bulge as his lips work wonders on yours. you’re sinking more and more into his embrace, leaving him breathless at your hips.

“sorry, i only ever invited you under the ruse of watching a movie,” you grinned, brushing the sweaty blonde locks from his forehead, “i was hoping this would happen.”

“i’ve got a scheming one on my hands, huh?” nanami’s smile is relaxed, letting his hands trail over your ass, but not before he asks and you’re putting them there yourself (“you don’t have to ask every time, kento.”). your ass is so plump and full, he just can’t help but pull and push at the flesh as your lips meet his again. you pull at his hair as the kiss deepens, feeling his hot breath every time you both come up for air. his hands move subconsciously, nudging you deeper into his arms via your ass, but you don’t say anything.

that next morning you’re awoken from the same thing, groggily stirring and blinking through the brightness of the sun, but something else pulls you from your state of unconsciousness — that is, nanami’s hand upon your bare chest, kneading at your breasts. you have to stifle a laugh because you can hear him rouse from sleep, too.

he continues on for a while, grinding his pelvis into yours and now you struggle to hold in moans. you feel dizzy from the bare morning wood pressed into your ass, trailing a hand to your clit to relieve some of the frustrations. you’re wet within seconds, paired with the hand on your chest and the feel of his shaft against your back—

“already in the mood?” nanami mumbles against your neck, pressing feather-like kisses there as he continues to buck his hips into your ass. without much effort, you’re lifting your legs and grabbing his half-hard cock.

“y . . yeah,” you moan softly. with your boyfriend’s help, he pushes past your cunt and in. the feeling overwhelms you as much as it does him, shown in the way his hand squeeze your tits, “f-feels good, kento . .”

where nanami likes to get ready quick in the morning, he likes to take his time when he has you around, hips moving slowly and stretching you out so early in the morning. he flips you over gently as his thrusts stay slow. too slow for your liking, because you’re already fucking yourself back onto him.

“patience, little lady,” he sighs, loving how your ass moves each time it meets his pelvis and the sheer coat of your juices gets him hypnotised. he grabs onto your ass, not sparing you one glance as his hips meets yours halfway and a drawn out moan leaves your lips.

“do you know— you do that . . by the way?” your eyes are scrunched up but you aren’t left to pleasure just yet. you turn your body just right so you could meet nanami’s eyes.

“do what?” nanami grunts out, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“that.” you nod towards his hands, soft pants leaving your mouth at the two contrasting sensations of the gentle morning and your lewd actions. they’re kneading your ass again and nanami doesn’t seem to know what you’re talking about until you voice it out plainly. “you like to knead my tits and ass quite a bit, don’t you?”

he hums, leaning forward over your body to line his chest up to your back, “yeah. yeah i guess i do.” and he laughs, grinding his cock into you and you gasp; he takes the opportunity to kiss you deeply, hands sneaking back onto your tits and he kneads more knowingly, now, smiling into the kiss.

“can’t blame me with how soft you are.”

“not you comparing me — shit . . — t-to bread,” both your laughter mingles even as his hips speed up and your eyes roll back into your head, wrapping an arm around his neck to feel all of him and he whispers possibly the cheesiest line you’ve known to date, making you both clench around him and giggle uncontrollably.

“it’s true . . i need you daily.”

[brabblesblog]

Without garlic I simply would not care to live, or

The vampire ascendant discovers the virtues of the humble garlic.

Here's a small AA/batstarion x reader fic that I wrote for a giveaway on Twitter!

Read on AO3

The slice was laid out before him, plated carefully by the chamberlain, accompanied by a small block of butter and a knife.

The smell was familiar, although it no longer had that acrid tang that made his lip curl. Instead it was… pleasant, in the way the smell of blood did - soft notes of toasted bread, accompanied with that scent, the one he’d avoided for centuries - it made his mouth water.

From your usual seat, you inclined your head at him.

“Are you going to keep staring at it, or are you going to take a bite?’

Astarion shot you a glare, scoffing. “I am savouring it.”

“You could savor it once you’ve actually tasted it.” You reached for your own slice and bit down, chewing aggressively at him. He pointedly ignored you in favor of lifting his piece between thumb and forefinger, staring at it as if it would suddenly strike him.

Pausing with bated breath, you waited.

He narrowed his eyes at you one last time, and sank his teeth in.

That was the last time you’ve had a meal that didn’t involve garlic in some major way. If you were honest, it was to be expected. Astarion was always a man who chose to indulge himself; it just so happened that garlic was his new vice.

Almost every meal now came with it, and slowly you began to… not hate it. If you were honest you never really could hate it-

Tire of it. Yes, that was the word.

You grumbled every meal as the mind link was opened, the taste of garlic suffusing your senses as he bit down and moaned.

Shaking your head, you grumbled. “How much longer, until this obsession fades, love?”

“Until I’ve at least tried every dish involving it, and even then, only perhaps.”

“Have you considered eating it raw?” The thought wasn’t purely out of simple beneficence; you figured the taste would be so bad it would snap him out of this obsession.

Gods. You had taken a sip from his wineglass the other day, and almost gagged - even the blood had been infused with it!

To any normal vampire that would have meant retching. To you, it seemed as if he had extended his immunity to garlic. There was that, at least. The mixture, however, still felt… unholy, and you bit back a snarl as you set his drink down.

“Astarion! Gods- what is this?”

He flicked his eyes over at you, a smirk toying at his lips. “It was an experiment. There are two things I love most in this world-” his eyes raked over you, “other than you, of course. Blood, and well…”

“Garlic,” you supplied for him. Unbelievable. He nodded.

“It didn’t take long for this idea to take hold. Were I to combine both, something no other vampire could do… would it taste heavenly, or…”

He waved his hand. You sensed hesitation there, and prodded.

“It tasted like shit, didn’t it?”

Astarion refused to answer, and you snorted. “I don’t need the mental link to know how rancid this mixture is, given how it smells.”

“Then I need not provide you with further answers, do I?”

You had tackled him with a kiss at that point, too annoyed and amused to do much else.

His voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Darling?”

“Sorry. Still thinking about that whole… garlic-infused monstrosity you had the other day. You were saying?”

“Raw,” he repeated. “It might be a tad too strong, considering the scent, but I would not mind trying.”

Before you could say much else he already waved a servant over, asking for one from the kitchens. You placed your chin on your palm, the smallest shake of the head the only thing you managed to say in response.

“Astarion… I was kidding.” At his raised eyebrow, you sighed. “Perhaps half-kidding, then.”

He hummed in assent. “And yet some places do ingest their garlic raw. Besides, what harm could it do?”

The answer, as it turned out, was a lot.

He ate a clove, commenting on how it burned on its way down - much like fine vintage, which made you groan - but the watering of his eyes told you everything you needed to know. That, and the way he put the rest of it aside, gingerly pushing the plate away with his index and middle finger, as though it were some caustic, poisonous thing.

A small well of satisfaction filled you. Perhaps the days of smelling garlic every meal would be over. Astarion ate the rest of his meal in relative silence, one you were all too happy to let stretch.

“I must be off,” came his voice, breaking the silence. He looked at you, eyes soft, hand reaching to cover your own. “A quick meeting, a survey of the new balustrade… you wouldn’t miss me too much, would you?”

You pushed your plate away and took a small sip from your goblet. “Probably not.”

You would, of course. But he and you both enjoyed this little game. Astarion huffed and stood, buttoning his suit jacket. Leaning in for a kiss, he whispered into your ear.

“Be a dear and await me in our bedchambers, my love. I assure you your… patience, if you do so, will be generously rewarded.”

As sweet as those words were, however, his breath was anything but. The tang of garlic filled your nostrils and you hissed, pushing him away with a playful swat of your hand.

“Gods, no. Maybe another day?”

He paused, sniffing his own breath, eyebrows raising in surprise and amusement. “Mm. Perhaps await me in the bathroom, then? I could always bathe and clean myself before coming to you.”

“Brush your teeth twice,” you held up a finger, “and I’ll consider letting you kiss me.”

The laugh that answered you as he left the dining room was nothing short of music to your ears.

When he finally came to the bedroom, it was as a white bat, flying in through the open windows. But he did so in such an ungainly manner, wings flapping as he fought to right himself, landing on the bed with a graceless thump.

You looked down at him, watching his ears lie flat against his skull. He had caught you by surprise - his usual schedule meant that you had not expected him to come back for another hour. A small, plaintive squeak answered your silent inquiry.

My stomach.

He folded his wings, curling into himself, resembling a small, rather fuzzy ball. Concern won out; you picked him up and set him on your belly, peering at him.

What happened?

Those large eyes refused to meet yours. Tucking his head under a wing, he burbled.

The garlic did not seem to agree with this… physiology.

Ah. You ran your index finger down his back, from the mop of fur resembling the usual swoop of his hair, down his spine. He shivered pleasantly, eyes peeking out at you from a velvety wing.

You must find this amusing. The eyes narrowed, and he chittered. Don’t you?

You shook your head, your hand continuing its slow, gentle strokes. He leaned against your touch, pressing his small body against your fingers. No- ow!

He had nipped you. Sighing, you shrugged. Okay. Perhaps a little. I do honestly think you’ve overdone this whole… garlic thing.

My love, came the response, decidedly exasperated even through the mental link, I have not had it in centuries. You can’t possibly blame me for indulging!

You reached towards his front, gently poking his belly. I think you indulge far too much for a little bat.

That was met by a squawk of surprise and offense; fangs sank into your finger again, and you allowed him to latch onto it. He sucked, eyes narrowed, as the blood no doubt soothed his upset stomach. You rubbed his back again, a gesture of atonement. That was rewarded by a much happier squeak. There was a flutter of wings as he shifted, getting a better angle to feed.

Better? The silence had been filled by the sounds of his feeding, and the feel of his downy fur. It was now sticking up everywhere, and as his fangs detached from your finger he shook himself, attempting to rearrange it.

Spreading his wings he looked down at himself, sighing dejectedly when the fur still looked mussed. Baleful eyes fixed on yours.

You ruined my hair.

At least your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?

There was a small huff, one that amazed you - even in this form his penchant for dramatics was not lessened one bit. He flopped down against you. I suppose I can accept that compromise.

No one’s going to see you anyway, you retort.

The smallest tilt of his head was a sign of begrudging acquiescence. He shut his eyes, ears flicking lazily as he eased into your embrace. Running your hands down his back, you scratched behind his ears. A coo escaped him at this, his snout pressed against your body.

If there was one thing about this whole debacle that you liked, you thought, it was getting your little bat to come cuddle far earlier in the day than he usually would.

Between that, and the small, sleepy purr he just made as he nuzzled you, the endless days of tasting garlic were worth it.

[meowzfordayz]

emphasis-on-helpless

Author’s Note: welp, stay tuned for pt 3 aka the conclusion of this lil series. 🤭

emphasis-on-helpless

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: explicit language

they’re-both-so-helpless, helplessly-in-love

~faqs~

“WHY DID YOU ALLOW ME TO SEND THAT?!”

Tengen’s cackling is interrupted by a swift smack to his bicep, Kyojuro’s expression distraught as he listens to his friend’s gleeful laughter.

“You like them, don’t you?” Tengen drawls, patting Kyojuro’s back with an enthusiastic thud, “So it’s about time you tell them.”

“I tried to ask them on a date,” Kyojuro admits, the tips of his ears matching the tips of his hair as he furiously blushes, “But all they did was Snap me a thumbs up!!!!!”

Eyes rolling, Tengen crosses his arms, eyebrow raised pointedly, “What exactly transpired?”

“I’ll bring you next time and then It’s a date! and then a. Thumbs. Up.” Tengen is once again cackling. “We even bought each other’s favorite flavors and they dabbed my nose with ice cream!” Tengen is shuddering now. “But when it was time to part, they simply smiled and waved and then walked away so quickly I was worried I had started to smell bad!”

“What deodorant were you wearing?” Tengen snickers.

“The one you recommended!”

Grinning proudly, Tengen claps his hands together, oozing confidence as he stares unwaveringly at Kyojuro.

Groaning, Kyojuro checks his phone, dismay flooding his chest at your lack of a prompt reply. At least they are not ignoring me he assures himself, mouth twitching as Tengen proceeds to poke his shoulder. Surely they are not ignoring me?! Poke. Perhaps the free slice of banana bread was a tad too much? reminiscing on your most recent stop by his cafe, heart clenching at the memory of your sweaty fingers brushing against his when he handed you your iced latte. Poke. Poke. I could have sworn they looked my way through the window before leaving… Poke. Poke. Poke. Maybe it was just the sunlight.

“Done daydreaming, lover boy?” Tengen winks playfully, glancing at Kyojuro’s phone with a sympathetic, “No response?”

Kyojuro’s moody grunt says enough, regret weighing his limbs at the thought of what he’d sent you.

“Are you and [y/n] together?” Tengen muses, noodles slipping distractedly off his chopsticks, “You don’t use social media, and yet, you’re always snapping them.” Kyojuro pauses, spoonful of broth freezing as his brow furrows. “Y’know,” Tengen gestures with his chopsticks, “Together.” “I know,” Kyojuro chuckles, a gentle puff of air prolonging the anticipation, “To be frank… no.” “NO?!” Tengen exclaims, chopsticks slamming onto the table, nearby patrons glancing curiously in his direction, “Dude. What do you mean no?!?!?!” Faintly alarmed, Kyojuro takes a sip of his soup, the steaming liquid calming his nerves as he murmurs Umai! “Kyojuro,” Tengen emphasizes, “They clearly like you, and you clearly like them, so why are you not together?!” “Nothing is clear,” Kyojuro patiently corrects him, “Much like this hazy broth, I cannot discern whether or not they like me.” “Okaaay,” Tengen scoffs, “But you like the broth!” “But they are a real person with real feelings.” “Unlike the broth,” Tengen deadpans. “Precisely,” Kyojuro smiles easily, slurping his broth with a resigned sigh, “Unlike the broth, I cannot impose my will upon them, nor would I ever wish to.” “But,” Tengen smirks, “You wish to eat the broth.” “Uh…” Kyojuro hesitates, cheeks warming, “... yes?” “SO EAT THE DAMN BROTH!!!!!” “Tengen, that is not how consent works.”

With a bored yawn, Tengen picks up Kyojuro’s phone, unlocking it to play Clash of Clans—Kyojuros’ quite dedicated to his base—only to snort amusedly at his home screen.

“Man, I hope they open your Snap soon.”

Eyes widening in realization, Kyojuro makes a frantic grab for his phone, huffing as Tengen immediately holds it above his head, cursing how—despite his own tall stature—much taller Tengen is than him.

“You have a photo like this with them, and you can’t figure out their feelings for you? And I used to consider myself clueless!”

“You have three girlfriends,” Kyojuro grumbles, “So cease your fake modesty.”

“They’re practically hugging you! If I was a random person and I saw your home screen, I’d assume you were in love!” Tengen teases.

“Well I am,” Kyojuro admits, voice softening as he gazes at his phone in Tengen’s grip, “But I… I could not bring myself to presume that they are too.”

I could not bear the heartbreak that would ensue, should my presumption prove untrue.

With an exasperated Tsk, Tengen returns Kyojuro’s phone, perceiving his unuttered fear with sincere solidarity.

—

“Do you think they are preoccupied?”

“Kyojuro, it’s been five minutes. Suma takes longer than that to answer me, and she’s clingy as hell.”

“They do not feel the same.”

“Kyojuro, they could be shitting and forgot to take their phone with them. Or hanging out with friends and not checking it. Or-”

“-injured in a ditch?!”

“NO,” Tengen’s lips purse, patience dwindling as Kyojuro’s face falls, “For fuck’s sake! How about you call them?”

“Absolutely not,” Kyojuro interjects, “I already sent them the stupidest Snap confessing my stupid, stupid feelings for them! I ALREADY CONFESSED MY FEELINGS. Using Snapchat! I am the opposite of romantic.”

“Your feelings aren’t stupid, and romance is dead anyway,” Tengen shrugs.

“You bought your girlfriends personalized bouquets last month,” Kyojuro retorts.

“If snapping them your feelings is this difficult, then I struggle to believe you could’ve told them in person.”

“I would never.”

Inhaling deeply, Tengen mutters darkly, “Rengoku Kyojuro, I am going to fucking-”

“-they snapped me!”

[cosmicarchivist692]

Radiorose Week Day 3: Rosie's Fun

[6/8]

"Rosie darling, why do you insist on having garlic bread every time we eat together?" Alastor asked as Rosie handed him a piece of garlic bread. "You don't even eat it! You just give it all to me..?"

Rosie smiled and stifled a laugh, "What? Do you not like garlic bread?"

"Well, I do, but-"

Rosie interrupted, "Exactly! So just enjoy it and move on!"

"But I don't think that I need it with every meal... especially, when said meal is waffles and eggs." Alastor continued, poking at the bread with his fork. His smile may've been stitched onto his face, but she could tell, he was not amused.

"Well then don't eat it, but I... will be right back" Rosie quickly fled the room and turned the corner, instantly breaking out into a laughing fit.

It took 5 minutes for her to calm back down, and while she was laughing she thought, "I'm glad Al's getting back to normal. He came back super distant 4 months ago and then he..."

She stopped thinking about that. She didn't want to process those memories right now. Perhaps another time.

Rosie came back to the table. Al eyed her up and down before returning to his food.

"You haven't touched your garlic bread, you really should-" Rosie started.

Alastor threw his garlic bread across the table and it hit her head with a:

Al's eyes opened wide, he did not think his aim was that good.

They both sat there, silent, for 5 seconds, looking at each other, before busting out into laughter.

"I'm so sorry! I did not think my aim was that good!" "You're the Radio Demon! When you were human you never missed your targets, why would I be any different?!" They continued laughing, barely stopping to breathe.

Eventually they stopped laughing and Al started talking about his life at the hotel. "I swear, they would be even further from 0 with their little redemption plan, if I wasn't there." Al vented.

"I work harder than a bootlegger before one of FDR's little 'fireside chats...'" Al said with an eye roll, mocking the late heaven-sent president.

Rosie sighed, Al would never catch up with the modern times, would he?

"Well what about Husker and Nifty? Don't they help?" "Well yes, but Nifty is obsessed with roaches and other assorted creatures, while Husk would rather be gambling his life away. Which he did, and he died for it. And then he did it again, and now I own his soul. One would think he would learn..."

"What cards did you beat Husker with again?" Rosie asked, a slight smirk appearing on her face.

"I had an ace of queens and an ace of spades, but I don't see why that's important." Al asked curiously as his head tilted.

Rosie responded with a smug grin, "Oh it's not. It just makes sense though." "Why?" "Seeing how it's all aces with you." Rosie said, holding in a laugh.

Alastor glared at Rosie, "There it is again! You've said something along those lines 3 times now. Why?" He said as his teeth didn't move, glowing instead as he spoke.

Rosie put a hand to her mouth and started chuckling again and didn't give Al an answer. Alastor sighed, and his smile went back to normal.

A couple weeks later Alastor came back into Cannibal Town with Charlie. Rosie made another ace joke, just different enough that it went over Al's head.

Right after Rosie finished giving relationship advice to Charlie she says, "Charlie, Alastor doesn't know it, but he's aroace."

Charlie's eyes lit up and a huge smile appeared on her face, "We should tell him that!"

"No!" "Wait, what? Why not? He should be able to understand himself more." "Just wait a little while, he still doesn't get all the jokes I make." Rosie smiles an mischievous grin. "I have fun teasing him about it when he doesn't even know. It's absolutely hilarious."

Charlie left that interaction both hopeful about the advice she was given for her relationship, and a tad confused about Rosie and Alastor's relationship.

Author's Note:

First off! I did make a bit of an assumption of when Al died. From what I searched, Al died in 1933. The fireside chats started in March that year, so I assume Al died in the later half. Maybe August, September, or October. It would be prime hunting season after all.

This is smaller because I have to do so much for some other ones that I didn't really want to overwork myself. Sorry!!! Tomorrow's is going to be amazing though! But a bit of a warning, it's a little dark and there are some trigger warnings. It's nothing too intense, but just fair warning.

@radioroseweek

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It's the little things (7)

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After nine years of knowing him, Christine Vega had about lost hope about ever learning how to not give in to John MacTavish's puppy eyes.

So when he had started whining about how long had it been since she had last cooked fried chicken (it was last month), she just... got to work. She couldn't help it.

And there she was, in the small kitchenette that Price had made install in their private common room, up to her elbows in flour and spices, coating chicken in it, then in eggs, then in panko crumbs, then dropping it in oil, checking over it with the wood tongs...

It was a tedious and messy process for just one person, but both Soap and Gaz had been roped into taking the privates to the assault course. So they'd be hungry when they got back. And that day Price had mentioned mournfully that Dr. Heather was having lunch with a friend. So she had to make sure it was enough food for five people, four of which ate like they were always famished.

But she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel joy seeing them devour the food she cooked. It made her feel useful to know that she was good at something.

Now, if only she had been good at tying her damn hair properly, that would have been awesome.

For the last ten minutes the shorter strands of her hair had escaped from her loose bun, and brushed over and over again her face, tickling her nose when she leaned in. And her hands were sticky with the mixture of flour and egg and bread crumbs, so she couldn't just... brush it back. So she did as she could using her forearms, to no avail. She even blew softly to get the loose strands out of her face.

''What are you doing?'' Simon's deep, gravelly voice sounded right behind her, and Christine let out an undignified squeak, almost dropping a piece of chicken and turning her head.

He was standing there, hands inside the pocket of his hoodie as usual, looming over her and watching curiously the messy display on the counters.

''One day, Simon, I swear I'll scare you to death just like you do when you sneak up on me'' Christine mumbled, facing again her task, but she couldn't help but smile. And then frown when with the movement her bun definitely came undone. ''Well, shit''

''Problems, lovie?'' His low rumbled laugh made her heart flutter as always, and the left corner of her lips hurt when her smile widened without control.

''Bad hair day, I guess. I can't seem to keep it up, and my hands are filthy and I can't...'' She froze when he felt hands... his hands, gently brushing her hair back and bunching it up until he could hold it with just one of his enormous hands.

God, he even had taken off his gloves.

''Does this help?'' His voice sounded lower than before, and a tad more uncertain, and she resisted the urge to nod like an idiot, trying with all her might not to tremble.

''Yes...'' Christine murmured, exhaling the breath she had been holding, and continued working while he stood there beside her, holding her hair with one hand and the other still inside his pocket.

Simon wasn't even sure why he had done that. And even less why he had taken his gloves off before touching her hair, but he had remembered Belarus. When she asked permission to touch the skull plate on his mask, and when he agreed, she had taken her glove off to touch it with her bare fingertips.

As if it would have been disrespectful, unholy, to touch him with anything less that her exposed skin.

Maybe that was why he had shed his gloves before touching her hair, and now, was still trying to decide if it had been a good or a bad idea. Feeling her hair between his fingers, the back of her head almost resting on his palm, made him feel things. Things that made him clench his jaw beneath the balaclava, his eyes focused on the nape of her neck.

Soft, pale and delicate skin where he could maybe...

Her low humming distracted him from his less than chaste thoughts, and he couldn't help but look at her fondly. Busy as a bee, completely dedicated to feed them like a mother hen, fiercely taking care of her newfound place.

Without thinking, his fingers tightened his hold on her hair, craddling her head in his palm, and he saw her shoulders relaxing, her humming becoming sweeter and softer, almost a purr.

Wait, he knew that tune.

''What are you humming?''

''Ah... Think, by Kaleida, it... it's in the first John Wick film'' Christine barely turned her head to look at him, not bothered in the slightest by how tight he was holding her hair now. If she had to be honest... she liked it too much.

Simon pretended to be deep in thought, and then shook his head.

''Don't remember it'' He was lying. That was the song that he heard in the video that Soap sent him during his last solo deployment.

She fell for it. Or maybe pretended to fall for it. But she turned her head back to her task preparing food and started to hum softly again, until she ended singing just as softly, warming his heart.

Think of me, I'll never break your heart Think of me, you're always in the dark I am your light, your light, your light Think of me, you're never in the dark

[hotvinimon]

Symphony of date No. 10

Sawamura Daichi x Reader

Part 2

Plot : What's the best feeling you ever had ?? 4 times reader felt like having best feelings but one time, she was sure that this is the best feeling that she will cherish forever. A/N : Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language.

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So, there you were, on your 10th date with Daichi, arriving fashionably late by 11 minutes (who's keeping tabs, right?). Well, apparently you are, marking each date on your secret calendar with red hearts and circles. It's like your own undercover mission!

You dressed up in that cute floral chiffon sundress, paired with your favorite handbag, feeling like a vision of elegance and grace. You were secretly hoping that this time Daichi would beat you to it. But, as luck would have it, he was the early bird of this romantic duo.

Then, the moment of intrigue arrived - you found Daichi, scrolling through Instagram, a habit he swore off. "Aha, someone's smitten," you teased him, watching him swoon over the photos from your past dates. Daichi, caught in the act, blushed like a ripe tomato.

In a sweet and almost cinematic move, he stood up and pulled your chair out, proving that chivalry was not yet extinct. You couldn't help but give him a little theatrical swoon and quip, "Thanks, Ichi, and they say chivalry is dead." You added a sly grin for that extra touch of charm.

The scene was set at a cozy, candlelit Italian restaurant, the kind of place where romance and dreams intertwine. The mood was perfect, and the world seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor each moment with Daichi.

The date was a feast for the senses. The garlic bread was like a fragrant invitation, the pasta dish a creamy delight, and the chocolate lava cake was, well, pure dessert heaven.

However, Daichi's behavior was intriguing and mysterious. He appeared a tad jittery, like he was drifting into a world of his own, and it left you puzzled. Was this the moment when he'd break the news? Your heart raced with curiosity.

Unable to hold back your inquisitive spirit any longer, you took a deep breath and decided to broach the subject. "Daichi," you began, "I've noticed something different in our recent dates. Is there something on your mind?"

Daichi snapped out of his daze, looking genuinely surprised. He cleared his throat, his eyes locking onto yours, and your heart felt like it skipped a beat. This had to be the moment of truth, right?

But Daichi had other plans. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he confessed, "I've been lost in thought, trying to find the right words."

Your heart sank - you were convinced this was the preamble to a heartbreaking revelation.

But then, Daichi took a deep breath and, with newfound determination, said, "I've been reflecting on our time together, and it's been nothing short of magical. You mean the world to me, and every second with you is a treasure."

There was tension in the air, but with another deep breath, Daichi mustered the courage to declare, "I want more than these wonderful dates, (Y/N). I want to make this official. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Your eyes widened, and your heart soared. It wasn't a breakup; it was a love declaration! Relief and euphoria washed over you like a dreamy, sun-kissed ocean.

Without a moment's hesitation, you beamed at Daichi and replied, "Yes, Daichi, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Daichi's face lit up like a constellation of stars, and he reached across the table to take your hand. The confusion of the day seemed to evaporate as you shared a dreamy, heartfelt moment, relieved and ecstatic about your newfound commitment.

The night continued with laughter, warmth, and the shared dreams of your future. It was undeniable that you were stepping into a thrilling new chapter of your relationship, where dreams and reality merged into a beautiful love story yet to be written.

With every passing moment, you realized that this could be the prelude to something magnificent, and that perhaps, the best feeling was yet to come.

V- Chan's Dilly Dally

Finally part 2 came. Next part will be sooner than this and I would do my best to complete this series before October, as won't be able to write in next 2.5 months due to my exams.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬' 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: swearing

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿  

・You had seen Keeley on the tv before you ever saw her in person.

・And when you did see her in person, you went up and introduced yourself. Only because you were making yourself do things that were difficult (it was supposed to be character-building or something - an idea from your therapist)

・And talking to a pretty girl was one step toward having more confidence

・But she was absolutely lovely

・And you were left feeling so light and bubbly after the conversation

・But fate somehow had a hand in your relationship because you kept bumping into each other.

"I'm not stalking you, I promise!" You blurted out one morning after entering the coffee shop she was exiting.

But she only laughed.

"I've had stalkers before love, you ain't as good as 'em," she winked and walked off. Leaving you with a very fast beating heart.

・You fantasised about her; daydreaming about how your relationship would be. What your wedding would be like, how many kids you would have, if you would be the bread winner or Keeley

・And then you would be brought back to reality with a yell from your boss

・Your pining lasted a few months, until one of your friends got fed up with your inaction and added her on Instagram

・She accepted, and to your surprise, she dm'ed you first

'we go to the same coffee shop, don't we?'

・You were stunned and didn't think this would happen in a million years. Were you supposed to answer straight away? In 10 minutes? In an hour, oh god a day??

・This was why you were terrible at dating and relationships in general - you never knew what to do

・But Keeley had made you feel so at ease, and you made up your mind. Even if you looked stupid, at least you were being polite

'Yeah, we do! Too bad today they didn't have their croissants :('

・You waited and waited and saw that she had read the message. It took two minutes for the bubbles to form and you were squealing

'I could get you one tomorrow!'

・You nearly threw your phone across the room. FUCK WAS SHE FLIRTING OR JUST BEING NICE?!

'Really?? thank you! What time do you get there?'

・Was this a date? Were you inadvertently creating a date?

・The answer was yes. A big fat fucking yes. Which led to more and more dates.

・And then she asked if you wanted to sleep over at her place and it was the best time of your life. The next morning she made snails out of pancakes and various other creatures. It made you fall in love with her even more.

・There was something about Keeley that made you feel confident and weak in the knees at the same time

・She always loops her arm with yours, nudging you and then holding you close.

・And Keeley always has something to say, so there's never a lull in the conversation

・She's asked you if you'd still love her if she was a worm, and you said yes. And you'd make a little worm house for her, and get her food. And she started crying.

・Who knew a B-level model and D-level celebrity would fall in love with you?

・You honestly never thought Keeley and you would work. Or at least, get this far. Past the point of talking to each other in the coffee shop.

・But you did, and you moved into her place

・She brings you to all the Richmond games (or the important ones, if you don't like sports)

・Roy and Jamie cornered you one afternoon, both had their arms crossed in front of each other.

・But you weren't intimidated in the slightest

"You hurt her, and we'll break your face," Roy grumbled. And Jamie nodded and then looked at his captain with a tad of horror.

"Fair," you said and walked away.

・Would definitely get two ragdoll kittens with pink collars and love heart name tags.

・Her favourite things to do with you are staying up late watching movies - especially romance. She can't help but love them. Especially 'Leap Year' and 'Mamma Mia.'

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

Always Hold Grudges (You) x Forgives Too Easily (Keeley)

You Didn't Believe The Other Could Ever Love Them Back But They Do

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆    

You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Underground by Cody Fry

[mpc-unofficial]

Pelipper mail: Mx. Kalani.

They're barely conscious-- strange, perfectly circular bruises dot their arms, and a slightly older one blossoms in the crook of their elbow. Hair askew, rashes on their skin from the abrasion of tiny hooks on the skin of the malamar, bound hand and foot with tape and curled into a rather uncomfortable position.

But they're here.

A video is attached:

[It shows Irene in her room with Byte, typing something onto her computer. A knocking sounds from the door. Irene sighs, before getting up and opening the door.

“Yes, I’m alive.” Irene says to the person behind the door. “You know, you don’t need to keep checking in on me.”

“After what you’ve pulled yesterday? Forgive me if I’m a tad bit paranoid. Also I’ve uh… brought food, if you want some.”

“Thanks, and yea, sorry about that.” Irene allows the person in, it’s the same guy seen in the last mysterious camera video. He’s holding two packets of bread, alongside a cup of coffee. He sets the coffee down on the table, before passing Irene one of the two packets of bread.

“It’s not your fault, though I have to admit that I’ve been a bit jumpy since…”

It was then Byte made a noise of concern. A portal appears out of nowhere, a pelipper flying out and dropping Kalani on the floor before disappearing.

The two (conscious) people in the room scream.

“KALANI?! OH, OH SHIT I SHOULD GET A MEDIC—“

“BUT YOU ARE A MEDIC?!” The other guy in the room looked absolutely terrified.

“Right! Right, I’m on it!” Irene rushes over to Kalani to give them a basic check up. Byte flies over as well, a slight whirling noise could be heard as the porygon2 started up a couple of scanners.

“Was… was that pelipper mail?! It could do that?!” The guy looks over, still panicking and clearly at a loss.

“Yes, be it fortunate or not, this is the reason they’ve been missing from the center for the past couple of days.” Irene checks in on the scans, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank god, they aren’t in any critical condition.”

“Wait a second, I thought them being missing was due to the whole shadow exploration business?”

“Oh,” Irene looked genuinely taken aback by that.

“Oh shit, I completely forgot about that part… Cover our backs if a supervisor asks?”

The other guy’s eyes widened. He was rendered speechless for a second before finally being able to force a couple of words out.

“O-of course I will! But would you mind explaining all this,” he gestures to the room. “To me later? I wouldn’t tell, I promise.”

Irene takes in a deep breath. “Sure, ok. At this point I’m pretty sure I owe you quite some for all this… bullshit.”

“Alright, cool, now uh… medical attention?” The guy asks, eyeing Kalani.

Irene nods, taking in another deep breath. “Medical attention, after I switch off the account’s pelipper mail.”

“You could have switched it off this entire time and you didn’t?!”

“Look, Kalani needed a way back, and none of us had any idea that this would happen. Heck pelipper mail even saved their life once.” Irene quickly punches in a couple of commands into the computer as Byte shapeshifts themself into a stretcher of sorts.

“I have way too many questions, but I suppose those would have to wait.” The guy was already trying to gently move Kalani onto Btye.

“Alright, done.” Irene pulls back from the computer before helping the guy move Kalani onto her pokemon.

Byte lifts off the ground as soon as they were done, floating between them.

“If anyone asks, say a shadow did it.” Irene grabs ahold of a handle her pokemon has provided her with.

“You got it.” The other nods before they move out of the room.]

The video ends there.

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad the lost explorer and the spear of blood and tears

Dagenia talks to tad about becoming the next bravest hero

Dagenia: tad? Tad! Where are you?!

Dagenia: *hears tad throwing up*

Dagenia: I know where you are…

Dagenia enters to the balcony where tad is throwing up…

Dagenia: is everything okay?

Tad: no…not really…

Tad: I blew it! I literally blew it.

Dagenia: 😑 you had to throw up at the entrance….

Tad: I’m sorry…I couldn’t hold my stomach…there wasn’t a trash can…or a bathroom, or even a bucket…I mean somebody better clean that, do you guys have a janitor here?

Dagenia: tad…*‘what’s going on?’ In Zulu* kwenzakalani?

Dagenia: why were you acting so nervous?

Tad: I don’t want to pass on the bravest hero to the next generation…

Dagenia: but that’s how it goes… once a man marries a woman and raises a family who he identifies as the bravest hero, he needs to move on.

Tad: do I have to move on?

Dagenia: yes. You have to. That’s how genetics work.

Tad: I don’t think I’m ready to move to on. This never happened to me! I just became one for two adventures! And now your mom is telling me to “move on.”

Dagenia: sometimes it’s hard to move on. And even though you are going to be the bravest hero for the last time, you’ll always have memories when you first became one.

Dagenia: *‘little brother’ in Zulu* umfowethu omncane

Tad: thanks Dagenia.

Dagenia: have some fufu.

Tad: fufu?

Dagenia: it’s like a bread or a dough, perfect for soup or stew, definitely can ease a person’s stomach.

Tad: *eats the fufu*

Tad: mmm. It’s so good!

Tad: *continues to eat the fufu*

Tad: that was so delicious.

Dagenia: now do you want to go back out there and restart?

Tad: no…I don’t think I might…

Dagenia: don’t worry tad. You can do it whenever you’re ready.

Tad: alright Dagenia.

[gaykarstaagforever]

They opened a new Chick-fil-A near where I work, so I decided to spend some of my Homo Bucks on the esteemed American Bigot Chicken.

I've only ever had Chick-fil-A as room-temperature catered food, and it was soggy and chewy and unimpressive.

Is fresh Chick-fil-A better? Is it worth betraying my sexuality over? Are all the old people rushing the place all hours of the day, like zombies trying to get into a 1970s mall, on to something?

Let's find out.

I got a Deluxe meal. 900+ calories of chicken, bread, fried potato, and Coca-Cola. Go big or die trying, I always say. In the previous sentence.

It is a fried chicken sandwich, that's for sure. The lettuce, tomato, and pickles are nice. The chicken itself is fine. The cheese is kind of pointless but I guess Americans will cry foul if you sell a sandwich without cheese (plus they asked if I wanted it and I said yes, so this is my fault).

It is, to steal DankPods bit, "an fried chicken sandwich." It is perfectly adequate in every way, and never once exceptional. I could make the same thing at home for 35 cents and be just as emotionally neutral about it.

I tried it with the notorious Chick-fil-A Sauce. It enhanced the sauce slightly (more on that later), but the sauce itself did nothing for the sandwich.

I rate it 2.5 Republican flag lapel pins out of 5.

Their cups are styrofoam, something everyone else stopped doing in the 90s, because it fills the ocean with styrofoam for no greater reason than your cup is slightly easier to hold onto than waxed cardboard for the 12 minutes of your meal. But Chick-fil-A obviously doesn't care. Or they do, but only because they have decided that their logo all over the Pacific Garbage Patch is free advertising.

Yes yes, these cups also keep the drink warm or cold longer. And they DO. So yes, if you need your Chick-fil-A Coke to stay cold for the next 6 hours and don't have access to a refrigerator, surely this is all worth it. Kill the planet for your weird personal habit. How white of you.

Also their ice is little round pellets? I actually really like that. It made them easier to crunch. And I did crunch them, because they were the other 2/3rds of the soda I paid for.

My straw was getting stuck in the ice, guys. That's pushing it.

1.5 Pacific Garbage Patches out of 5.

Their fries are...slightly above average. Taste-wise, at least. Maybe a tad too salty, but I was still mildly impressed. They were more chewy than I like, but had a little outer crisp. Solid chain homefries.

I don't get the waffle cut thing, however. That just makes them big and awkward and they really don't work in this traditional fry container. Just put them in a sandwich box. And do them as thick wedges. Who are you trying to impress with this cut? Your primary customers are too old to see and too toothless to chew. Don't tease them.

3 orders of homefries in boxes out of 5.

Chick-fil-A Sauce. THIS garbage.

It is, according to the ingredients printed on the flap, barbecue sauce mixed with mayonnaise.

...Why...?

...Who told you to...?

Look. I like barbecue sauce. And I like mayonnaise in small doses. But you don't mix them. You NEVER mix them! Mayonnaise is like celery or garlic, where it is fine in very specific situations, but if you mix it with anything else it just destroys the other thing.

Chick-fil-A Sauce is vile. I try to not be hyperbolic when I don't like food, because no, the thing you don't like does not actually taste like poop, Web Review Man, you just don't like it.

But this stuff literally tastes like melted plastic. It is weird and bad and weirdly bad.

And no, my packets weren't expired. I just...I can't imagine a world where barbecue sauce and mayonnaise don't taste like crayons when you slap them together. What was the goal with this?

On the actual chicken, it isn't as bad. The peanut oil of the fried chicken smooths it out with a touch of savory. But it is still a mild version of whatever the hell lunatic flavor they were going for, mixing vinegary smokey tartness with sweet egg yolk.

It even LOOKS gross. "Smokers' teeth" is not an enticing food color. I don't understand any interest in this slime at all.

Zero Bigot Chickens out of 5.

So what is my final assessment?

Other than the gross sauce, Chick-fil-A makes completely okay food that is baseline edible. It is an food. You could make the same thing at home, better, for an 8th the price. And you should.

I do not understand why people love this place. It is chicken and fries. It offers no one anything. You can like it all you want, for whatever reason. But the passion for it a lot of (old) people have must be a political thing, because there is nothing else remarkable about it.

And what is your life that you are buying fast food chicken primarily because Christian Fundamentalists from the Deep South run the parent company? How did you reach the point where THAT is how you are making dietary decisions? That is very, very stupid.

Go make a fried chicken sandwich at home. And there, you can yell about how much you hate f*ggots the entire time you are preparing it, if you want. ...And your spouse and grandkids are out.

Overall I rate my first Chick-fil-A experience as 2 Pride Flags out of 5. It is utterly average food, with a half point taken away for the stupid political nonsense. I was not impressed and so will not be getting this again.

And no, I'm not boycotting them for political reasons. If you knew the political leanings of everyone who runs every company, and made buying decisions based entirely on how bad the organizations are that they donate money to, you wouldn't let yourself buy about 98.6% of anything.

And unless you can get 50 million people to stop buying a thing with you, your personal boycott doesn't matter to anything. I mean, do what you want with your money, but understand that no one but you and the worst children on Tumblr are impressed.

Plus in this case, you should already not buy this stuff because it isn't very good (or good for you). So the fact that it is Bigot Chicken is kind of irrelevant.

People eat it because of politics. You not eating it because of politics is equally stupid. It is whatever chicken. Die on a higher hill.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Nathanael | Troublemaker | Platonic

Dialogue prompt: “Why are you like this?”

Requested: Yes

Nathanael gets in trouble in front of a Roman guard. He’s might be your best friend, but sometimes, he needs to take it down a notch, or two, or three.

Growing up with Nathanael, you were fully aware that you needed to take everything he said with a pretty royal grain of salt from a very young age. Since your childhood, you had known that the boy had no filter and as you became older, this didn’t necessarily fade upon maturing although he learnt to regulate it a tad somewhere along the way. Philip would also attest to that, for the pair of you would often get the architect out of trouble whenever he spoke his mind during moments that it wasn’t appropriate.

Like now, when you were standing face to face with a Roman guard, Nathanael with a beautifully braided loaf of bread under his arm. Upon turning the corner a few seconds earlier, it was hard to miss the crimson-clad armour-wearing tower of strength that stood in your way, and whereas you had immediately hopped to the side to avoid a collision, Nathanael had gone face-first into the Roman’s chest and stepped back with a slightly puzzled look on his face.

Now, this wouldn’t really have been a problem if Nathanael had only stepped aside. But it is, after all, Nathanael.

“Would you like a piece, officer? You Romans don’t really have the amazing foods we have.” 

You are certain that the architect means the words to hold no ill intent, but the sneer on the guard’s face goes completely over his head. Although the intonation of his voice is not demeaning, the soldier seems to be in a foul mood.

“Move along, Jew.” 

“You know, I think you Romans should smile more. It can really brighten someone’s day! Sometimes, when I’m upset, I go to my friend (Y/n), who I then ask to tell me a good joke. Do you know any good jokes, sir? I could tell you some.” 

You grab Nathanael’s arm and squeeze, your voice lowering to a hiss. “Nathanael, step away. This is not the time.” 

The eyes of the soldier narrow. “I said: move along.”

Nathanael does not heed your warning nor does he realise the hand on the guard’s hilt, and he continues his story as if he isn’t speaking to the oppressor carrying a sizable sword on his hip.

“Right, so you Romans got no jokes to smile about? Let me tell you one. A Pharisee and a Roman guard walk into The Hammer. The bartender asks what they want to drink–”

“Nathanael…” you mutter in a dangerously low tone, “Let’s go.”

“–The Pharisee orders some wine whereas the Roman orders an ale. Says the Pharisee to the Roman–”

The sword of the Roman guard sings as it is unsheathed and he holds it in front of Nathanael, who pauses and swallows thickly. Instead of shutting up, however, he attempts to continue his joke:

“Says the Pharisee to the Roman, hey, I didn’t know that Romans frequented The Hammer. To which the Roman answers Well we don’t, but our own—”

“Do you’ve got sheep dung in your ears?! I said to move along, you nasty Jew!” the soldier roars, and suddenly a few dozen eyes are onto the pair of you. 

You start to pull away Nathanael with force this time, but he struggles. “But you haven’t even heard how the joke ends yet! For all you know, it is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard, hm? How could you know? And then, you can tell your buddies back at your quarters, and they’ll love you for it!”

Before you can completely yank him away, for the Roman’s face grows more and more red with every passing second, Nathanael is roughly pushed against the wall, face-first. He lets out a grunt and the soldier shoves you away, even though you are in no position to effectively fight back against the armoured man that was two heads taller than you. The bread Nath held under his arm falls onto the dusty ground.

“Hey! Is that how you treat someone who tells you a good story? I wonder how you treat people who actually do something wrong— Ouch! That hurts!”

Frozen where you stand, all you can do is watch with a rapidly racing heart how Nathanael is being tied up around his wrists with a thick rope despite his pained sounds. “S-Sir!” you try to verbally stop the guard, “He’s only joking! He–He isn’t in his right mind, please, have mercy!”

“What do you mean, (Y/n)?! My mind is perfectly fine– Ow!”

“Shut your trap, Jewish dog! If your little friend wants you back in one piece, they’d better have a heavy purse on hand!”

“S-Sir! I don’t have any money!” you plead.

The Roman guard sharply turns to you and you back away out of instinct, gasping a little. 

“Then you better get started on earning some. Your friend will surely not enjoy his stay in the Capernaum dungeons.”

You fight the sound of distress that threatens to stream from your lungs as the guard drags along Nathanael, who can’t do anything else but move forward. After a few seconds of staring at either you or at the display of your friend being taken into custody by a Roman, the people around you start moving again, continuing their daily chores.

It takes you a moment to gather yourself, to process what has just happened. Suddenly, panic surges within your chest. 

Philip. You should go to find Philip immediately.

Leaving the bread on the ground where it gathers grime with every passing second, you rush to the flat where you know him to be staying at.

Your feet have never carried you so fast before and you enter without knocking, nor do you dust off your feet. A few shocked faces turn to you – Judas, Little James, Simon Zee and Philip– “Phil!” you gasp, out of breath, putting a hand on your side to hopefully ease the throbbing stab that has formed into your lower abdomen, “Nathanael… He’s… A Roman guard… A-And he didn’t shut up…”

Immediately and without asking anything, Philip stands and leaves behind whatever conversation he was having with his friends to join you swiftly.

Due to the depth of your friendship, Philip and you don’t need to tell one another a lot to understand what the other means, but still, he turns to you for you to fill him in. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he looks at you with a concerned twinkle in his eye as you try to calm down your breaths, which are still rapid and shallow. 

“What happened, (Y/n)? I need details.”

“Well, you know how he is,” you huff, “Nathanael, I mean. We went to market and he accidentally bumped into a Roman guard as we turned the corner. Instead of being reasonable and stepping aside at the soldier’s behest, he chose to tell him a joke of all things. The Roman had a sour look on his face yet Nathanael didn’t heed his warnings, and he was arrested on the spot after failing to quit his antics.”

Philip rolls his eyes but cannot fight the grin tugging at his lips. “That’s typical Nathanael, I suppose. He doesn’t know these boundaries.” His face falls again into a more serious frown. “Let’s… Let’s try to get him out, I suppose.”

You nod and tell him where the soldier said they would be going. “He told me it’s going to cost us bail money,” you warn Philip, “And the problem is, we don’t have any. Shouldn’t we ask… You know.” 

“Jesus?”

You nod. “I-I mean I know that He is busy so I’d rather not disturb Him, but what else can we do? I’m sure that Jesus can talk them into releasing Nathanael.”

Chuckling, Philip pats your shoulder. “I like the way you think that Jesus is perfectly capable of doing so. I agree with that, for our Messiah has got a great way with words, however, as you also mention, I’m sure that Jesus is busy enough with His own things. I’d say that we can figure this out perfectly fine by ourselves.”

A bit more determined, you nod and head over to the location mentioned by the guard. There, he seems invested in a conversation about something rather hilarious with two other centurions, one of whom has his helmet under his arm. Once you clear your throat, he turns to you, his laughter dying in his throat. 

“Oh, it’s you, the friend of that one fool.”

“I’ve brought my brother.” you lie, “We can explain why our friend has displayed the behaviour that he did.”

The guard frowns and mockingly grins at his colleagues, giving a small shake of his head. “Now, this is going to be interesting. Two Jews trying to convince me? Enjoy the show, boys.”

You plant your hands on your hips as the two other Romans cackle loudly, the soldier who had detained Nathanael turning to you. “Speak up.”

“Our friend, he is… He sometimes says things without thinking first.” Philip begins. 

“He is the type that talks first before thinking about what he is going to say.” you add, “He… Unintentionally offends people with that sometimes.”

“He’s got trouble reading the room but is awfully honest as a result.” 

You nod and continue. “Yes, so trust us when we can tell you that our friend meant no harm in trying to make a joke. He’s just like that sometimes. All he wanted was to make your day a little better.”

The soldier sighs and reaches out his palm looking at the two of you expectantly. “Money?”

“We don’t have any.” Philip mutters, “Even if we wanted to, we couldn’t pay you.”

“Why not?”

“Taxes, sir.” you emphasise.

For a long moment, he stares at you, but you don’t break eye-contact. Then, his gaze goes to Philip, to his fellow centurions, and back to you. 

“Fine,” he says. “Let this be a final warning for him.”

You fight hard against the smile of relief that threatens to spread over your face. Instead, you swallow thickly to force it down and nod. “Thank you, sir.”

He heads into the adjacent building and a minute later, he steps out with a still-bound Nathanael. The curly-haired man in question laughs as soon as he sees the two of you. 

“See, I knew you could do it! I knew you two could talk me out of it!” 

The dangerous glance from the Roman soldier does not go over his head this time and his face drops whilst the guard unties him. For a moment, you and Philip look at one another, fighting smirks of your own. 

“Thank you so much, Mr Guard!” Nathanael is about to pat the man in question on the shoulder but decides against it at the very last second before walking over to the two of you.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

“It will not, sir,” you chime, “Thank you, and have a good day!”

Both of you drag Nathanael to the other end of the street, each grabbing hold of one arm, before you turn to him fully. 

“That was pretty stupid.” you huff, “Why are you like this?” The moment the words leave your lips, you regret them. “We’ve been very lucky that we could get you out without having to pay for it this time. Next time, there will be very real consequences.” 

Nathanael opens his mouth to make a light-hearted joke about it, but pauses when he sees your frown, and he sighs. “Fine, I’ll try my very best.”

Your face softens. “I’m sorry that I asked why you are like this. I know that it is just part of your character, that it is in your nature to sometimes act the way you do. But still.”

The former architect hums and tilts his head. “No offence taken. I know that people aren’t always so forgiving about that trait of mine.”

Philip clears his throat and speaks up: “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we think of a code word we can say to you if you need to take it down a notch? That way, we don’t need to directly tell you to shut it, but it will make you aware of the social situation that requires a different response from you. Does that make sense?”

Both you and Nathanael smile in positive surprise at the suggestion. “That’s a brilliant idea!” Nathanael quips, “Ah, how about… Quartz! Or-Or-Or architect! How about the word pomegranate?”

Chuckling, you pat his shoulder. “Pomegranate it is. If Philip or I tell you that word whilst you’re having a conversation, you’ll be more aware of the situation.”

With a firm nod, Nathanael puts his hands on yours and Philip’s upper arm. “Thank you, friends. I know that I’d be lost without you.”

“Likewise, Nathanael. Although you can sometimes get yourself and us in trouble, the world needs more people who are like you.”

He cannot fight the slight flush on his cheeks and hums, leading you towards the flat where you had found Philip a while earlier. 

“Talking about pomegranates has made me hungry. Let’s go back to market, friends, for I’ll pick up some fruits for us. My treat!”

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Supernatural!MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: I wanted to do some more traditional monster/victim stuff so here we go! Okay so Bowzer isn't exactly traditional but he's serving as the sorta dragon-type. Let me have Bowzer. Sort of fairytale/black and white movie feels hopefully.

Basically- MONSTERS.

Bowser x reader || Monstrous Captor ||- Your Prince Charming is on his way- but maybe the way the monster gets your heart beating, and the size of his hands; the total non-humanness of the thing, and the honest way he talks to you... will get to you first.

Ghost!The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn x reader || A Ghost ||- You work at what used to be, the Hellshire Penitentiary, which is now a hotel rather then a prison. Not all of the place is used, and what isn't is creepy as hell and rumoured to be haunted because of its terrible history, but these abandoned depths are exactly where the laundry room is. And you are in charge of laundry... which leaves you plenty of time, with the mysterious ghost you know i truly real, and who sometimes reveals himself to you; Caleb Quinn.

Duke (The Night) x reader || A Vampire ||- You've always wanted more then this plain, typical life that's been set out for you by the universe. And he's offering you so, so much more... but you know just as much will be taken away if you accept. Still, its getting harder and harder to hold out.

Hades x reader || The King of the Underworld ||- Some people get proposed to by men with dowries, and flowers, and a nice townhouse. Some people say yes the first time. Some people's suitors stop asking after they say no. In none of these ways are you some people.

Inkubus x reader || An Incubi Demon ||- You meet a mysterious fellow on your walk home from work, late at night. And he says all the right things.

*PLATONIC Seedeater x reader || A Wild Beast ||- You're out camping one night with an insufferable man, who you refuse to even consider as a suitor though your family desperately want you to, when a wild beats tears into your camp ground and an interference from you causes your suitors bullet to miss- and the monster to kill him, instead.

Ursula x reader || A Sea Witch ||- You make a deal with the devil, and now you belong to her.

Warnings: Monster loving (Perhaps some monster fucking... later... ). Kissing. And Duke must drink your blood a lil. Just a tad. A LIL. A sIP.

Song recommendations: Just A Little Peck (I Kissed A Vampire), Twisted Teeth (35MM), Enchanted Ballroom (Derek Fiechter), any part of Danny Elfman's Alice In Wonderland Soundtrack, Queen Of The Damned (Richard Gibbs)

Bowzer || Monstrous Captor ||

"Let me out! Let me- Edward will come." You assure your captor, a tone in your voice that is demanding and proud- just as royal as your ancestors had been. His glowing golden eyes grin at you from the darkness beyond the bars you're locked behind- they force you to feel their stare. They demand that you know, he's looking.

Nevertheless!- "He's going to come save me, and when he arrives he's going to slice your head off!"

"Hm," The monsters deep voice reverberates throughout the room, ricocheting off the stone walls as he turns and heads for the door. "Graphic language for a young royal. You've haven't been here an hour yet and you talk like that? Heh, you'll fit in perfectly."

You gasp, outraged and scowling as your fingers encircle the cold metal bars- tightly. "Go to hell."

"Ohhh, scary." He rolls his eyes, opening the tower door and slipping through it. His parting words, though, seem to hang in the air even after his heavy, stomping footsteps disappear down the stairs.

"Aren't we already there, sweetheart?"

~

He came back hours later when the sky is a deep blue, and the stars are out and you have an oddly lovely, calming view from your tower prison, with dinner- some blue sludge and chunk of bread. The monster slides it under the bars of your human-sized cage

That calm feeling from looking at the sky disappears the moment he looks at you; Replaced by a powerful, aching feeling all over your body.

Bowser's voice is akin to massive, heavy tires carrying a dense load slowly over the ground. That crumble and growl of slowly crunching stones under rubber.

He also sounds amused. "Sorry, your highness. But you'll get better to eat once you start behaving yourself; Actin' like the consort for me that you're going to be- for now, though, chow down. That's the best you're going to get from us."

"Consort for you?" Your head swims, but your eyes narrow like you're stable, and not shocked. He wants you be to what now!?- The corners of his strong mouth lift up an evil grin. "Like hell."

His face twists up in a mischievous grin, now, reminding you of what he had said earlier.

This is hell as far as you're concerned... as far as he knows.

As it should, be...

You press your lips tightly together and kneel down to your food, not quite sure what to say. What is there? There's no point! All you can do, is wait for Edward to come. He's probably close, just trying to get into the castle... figuring out where you are... As you tear off some bread and eat it, you find a little spark of dread blossoming in the pit of your stomach at the thought.

Despite being locked up, the last couple hours here have been peaceful, to be entirely truthful. Not that you don't want to leave this cell, but... at least nothing has been expected of you. Nothing except for you to be you, in your rawness. Just sit, and be alive, and be the person some people call Y/N.

You haven't been expected to talk like you know what the hell your talking about, or to think like those stuffy old goats that call themselves royal advisers... or worry about getting married to a virtual stranger...

Yes, Edward is lovely. Or he, seems, lovely. You've only known him since his parents shipped him over a few weeks ago, and most of your meetings have involved your parents. But while he's very handsome, too, and also admittedly has quite a decent sense of humour, and you do like him - you may even develop a crush on him one of these days, - , your relationship is certainly in no shape resembling engagement!

... But you are engaged. Neither of you have a choice.

And so he makes your stomach turn a little bit every time look at him, no matter how much you might like him otherwise.

As you're contemplatively chowing down on your bread, slowly making the chunk disappear, Bowzer is watching you... wondering what you're thinking. You're so lost in your thoughts, which are so full of dread and misfortune, that you somehow completely miss the monstrous form slipping across the room and into your cell- only getting your attention when he clicks the cell lock loudly into its place again. Your head snaps his way, eyes widening to see the creature in your cell now, with you. It makes your heart start to beat rapidly with panic as your eyes resemble dinner plates.

"You seem pretty lost in thought there, Y/N." He says your name casually, lightly, like he's known you for years. His eyes narrow, then. "Care to talk about it?" The corners of his tough, gnarly mouth lift up in the smallest grin, looking out the little window. "S' not like I'm gonna tell anyone- no one listens to the monster."

You roll your eyes, immediately dropping your shoulders in frustration and muttering through grit teeth, before you can think through what you're telling him. "Yeah well no one listens to me, either." He just seemed so right- he's separate from your normal life. If you're going to talk to someone, it would have to be him.

It might be a mistake... but now words are tumbling out of you and there's nothing you can do about it. "Everyone seems to know what's best for me without my input!... " Suddenly you get quiet, eyes downcast. "At least that's what they say... - my parents, - that what they do," The decisions they make without you. "is what's best for me... but sometimes I think its more like; What's best for the kingdom. Not, me."

The King Kooper is contemplatively silent for a few moments, still gazing out the little window - that shows little more then starry night sky and ocean, - , his big leathery arms held behind his back in an uncharacteristically thoughtful pose- eyes calm looking. Its a weird way to see the violent Kooper King, that you've been told for so long is noting but filth and fury... act calm, and thoughtful.

And its because of something you, said. You told him something and he's stopping to actually, really think about it...

That makes you feel powerful, for the first time in who-remembers-how-long. Maybe ever. You feel like you aren't just talking to a wall... like your parents. And the ambassadors, and the advisers, and the maids and cooks and everyone else that tells you what to do back home.

Eventually he shifts, and you listen to his words with an entirely knew outlook on him for the first time. Really wondering what he has to say. Really considering any proposition he may have come up with.

"... So you're saying, that if I promised that you would be made involved in decisions, and whatever, that you would be more inclined to... say yes?" He peaks over his shoulder at you, dangerous, dark eyes narrowed and lips pressed firmly together, watching you for any physical responses. He looks so imposing at this moment - well, he always does, - but in this moment it doesn't scare you. Rather, it intrigues you. Impresses you.

He really is impressive to look at, you find as you finally allow yourself to really look... He's spiky and tough, from head to toe, with a shock of red hair atop his head. He looks like one of his hands wrap around your body very damn nearly, and lift you up all on its own- easy. Muscle bound and... monstrous, yes. But is that such a bad thing?

Really, you aren't so sure that it is. Certainly not enough to stop you from wanting it, even just secretly.

You tilt your head to the side. "What kind of decisions?"

You watch his imposing - which is a word that can so easily turn into magnificent, - shoulders roll back, as the penny finally d r o p s, - along with your remaining inhibitions.

"All of them?"

~

When Edward comes, its already far too late. This is days after your capture, days after you agreed to stay with Bowser,

Days after you married him.

He comes thrashing in, outfit torn and sword dirty- mud leading all the way up to his shoulder and from his feet to his knees, and face stuck in a concerning state of... shock. Maybe it would soon turn into unabashed fear - As far as you could tell, Edward was never the type to pretend when he was anything other then charming. Its one of the lovely things about him. But you wanted more then lovely, - , but right then he had a job to do.

And you saw this look, and you understood it... too bad you weren't going with him to complete that job. You didn't need to be saved. And you didn't want to go home.

Still, as soon as you saw him break in through the front doors - as Bowser had let you out of your cell the moment you were married and allowed you free reign of the castle, - , you rushed over - nearly tripping down multiple stairs but not really caring, - and catch him before he slipped to his knees from exhaustion, and brush back his hair- assessing him for any serious wounds. "Edward! Are you okay??"

He lifts his head to assess you in turn, finding you perfectly fine and being slightly confused- bust mostly relieved. "I'm fine... I'm fine... Are- are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." The words the slipped so easily out of you cause you to cringe- maybe you should have lied a little bit? Here is Edward, clearly worn and tired from fighting his way to save you... and you're 'fine'? Damn.

Edward lifts his head again, then, and raises a brow. "You're fine? Well, uh, that's good. Um... " Carefully you lift your hands off of him, and he straightens up as you both quickly calm down from seeing each other- returning to your typical polite awkwardness around eachother. The way it would have always been, if you had married him. You watch his -lovely, - green eyes slip over the scenery, focused and looking for the threat as you chew the inside of your cheek, hugging your arms to yourself now- how do you break it to him?

And how do you do it before Bowzser realises he's here?

"So um, come on. We should get out of here- " Edward goes to pick up your hand and lead you out, but you flinch away from him... and he seems to finally gather, at that, that something here is off. Or, he already knew, but now he admits it to himself. Something is not quite right. You're not quite right. His brows furrow and knit together, lips pressing together as he tilts his head to the side in bewilderment, and concern. "Are you okay?"

"Edward... I... " You run your bottom lip through your teeth, looking around for any signs of the King Kooper yourself; Nervous he might turn up and hurt Edward. And even more nervous about telling Edward... what you've done. "I'm not going back with you."

"Wait- what?" You had his full attention from the start but now you can feel it- his scepticism and his patience. Waiting for you to tell him why- why he has just made it through miles and miles of fiery earth and fought through monsters to get to you and save you... just for you to tell him it was for nothing. Why he's going to have to return to your parents empty handed.

You want to explain it to him, you do. But how do you even begin? "I'm sorry, Edward- " You suddenly hear heavy movement down a hallway to your right, and your wide eyes snap back to Edward who's mirroring you, but gripping his sword- ready for a fight. "- But you have to go. I'm- I'm really sorry- " You turn him around by the shoulders and guide him out the door, shutting the huge, grand front doors behind the both of you and leaning against them and listening out for any sounds inside.

"Y/N- " Edward looks seriously at you, slightly miffed but easily controlling himself - because he's a genuinely good guy. - , searching for an answer. Waiting for it. "You need to tell me right now, why I stuck my neck out for you on a journey that is going to be just as hard on the way back, just so you could tell me to bugger off."

"I'm- " What can you say? I'm married to him now? I'm happy here? None of that sounds quite right. Maybe there's no way to say it. Your cheeks are aflame in embarrassment, and you're looking away to the ground beside his feet in unsureness. You just want this all to be over.

Then, finally, your eyes flicker up to Edward's, and slowly raise your hand. His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

On your ring finger sits a ring made of igneous rock, and Edward realises what that means immediately- and one look at your face tells him all he needs to know about your willingness in the union. He lowers his sword.

Neither of you say a thing for a few moments, just looking at each other. Its an odd thing, two people who were supposed to be more then they are or ever would be, who could have been more, looking at each other with fresh eyes and knowing neither of those things are ever going to happen. You have no clue what's going through Edward's mind, and you wish he would say something. Just say something, so you know where you stand. What you should be doing. Should you disappear quietly or explain yourself more?

Finally, finally, he opens his mouth. For a moment no words come out, and you're afraid he's going to close it again, when he takes a deep breath. "So- "

Then the doors behind you suddenly open and, as you were leaning on them, you plunge backwards- before a huge almost-familiar, but certainly not unwelcome, hand catches you and pushes you up right- and when you look behind you and up, Bowser is glaring daggers at Edward. That huge hand rests on your shoulder and his tail sets itself on the ground around you, protectively. "What's happening out here."

Edward, not a fool, takes up his sword again at seeing the threat, eyes hard. He does not swing though. He does not make a move as stupid as that. Bowzer smirks, his bumpy, gnarly lips pulled into a grotesque, obnoxiously dangerous grin. You take in a deep breath. "He's leaving."

"Doesn't look like he's leaving. Looks, like he's threatening me."

You look up at him again, craning your neck to do so, and crossing your arms. The look on your face determined, and firm, and just slightly annoyed. He said he'd listen to you- he better not be going back on that deal. It takes a few moments, but eventually he gives up on stubbornly keeping his gaze averted from you, looking down his chest at your little face that demands so much respect, and eventually love, from him, and rolls eyes deeply. "He's leaving." You repeat sternly, hissing out the words. Showing your meat as a Koopa royal yourself, now, and he cant help but listen.

You look back to Edward, who's eyes go from Bowzer to you... surprised. His sword arm slowly lowers again. "Fine." Bowzer growls out, in displeasure as your eyes soften on Edward. In goodbye. "You can leave alive, prince. But don't come back."

"Trust me, I wont." Edward agrees, flashing Bowzer a glance half-respectfully, but mostly just glad to leave. Then he looks at you one final time, not-quite understanding why you're doing this, but understanding that you are. And that you want to. And knowing that's enough, and that he has no stake in the matter. "Goodluck."

You cross your arms over your stomach, flashing him a warm, hesitant smile, and return to sentiment wholly. "Goodluck." For even though you're staying back in the Koopa Kingdom, with Bowzer... he's got to return to your old lives, and fix up your mess. In both your minds, the other has the worst situation.

Then finally, Edward turns his back on you, waives and walks off- along with the life you never wanted. And you feel total relief.

Because while he is lovely, and fancy foods are lovely, and your parents, are lovely... Lovely isn't for you.

As Edward slinks off, Bowzer returns his full attention to you, a small victorious grin on his face. His eyes flicker deliciously over you, and you turn around all to happy to sit and splendour under his attention. "Now your majesty... what shall we do with the rest of our day?"

Your flash him a dark, mischievous look.

Ghost!The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn || A Ghost ||

"Oof," You moan, as the load of sheets in your arms is dropped off into the washing machine, and you're released from its burden weighing you down. Throwing the door closed and listening to it click shut, you press a few buttons on the top of the machine and turn a dial before walk away listening to it rumble awake.

As you walk back towards the centre table, you feel that familiar prickly feeling, the nauseated sick feeling, the unmistakable inkling that you're being watched crawl up all over you suddenly, where it hadn't been for the first ten minutes of you being here. It means that someone, a ghost certainly, and Caleb hopefully, is watching you. A smile slips across your lips as it always will at the notion of Caleb, and even better the idea that he's near, but you do not say anything- lest you scare him off.

He does that, sometimes. Your ghost; Caleb. He makes his presence known - by grazing his fingers over your skin, or hair, or sliding and clicking the barrel of his shotgun into place,- , but apparently doesn't want you to respond, so quickly then disappears again when you call out to him.

And you're no fool- you've picked up on it. And you wont act like a ditz and try anything too accelerated for his tastes. Not if seeing him is on the line.

So you just hop up onto the folding table, your legs hanging off the end and swaying slightly, and pick up your book. You bring it for times like these, when you're stuck doing laundry for hours and you know you'll have to wait out Caleb - assuming he comes out at all, - , to make the time go faster. Or- not faster. Because you enjoy this time, in the spooky, dark depths of the old penitentiary turned bed and breakfast. The place has a gruesome past, which is the whole reason you went out for this particular job, and the foreboding feeling of terror that climbs all over you and makes an almost stifling home on your skin like ectoplasm that comes with feeling that... and all the ghosts watching you, wondering about you... is really entertaining. In fact, its the only time you truly feel alive- so close to death.

Especially sweet, horrifying, cranky, secretive Caleb.

Humming, listening to the washing machine toss and turn the pretty flowery sheets so mildly violently, you read. You don't know for how long you read, but it felt like an all-consuming while, though not long enough for the washing to be done,... before, finally, you get a sign.

See, the laundry room is made up of a couple of rooms - they used to be cells, - and the hallway between them which is where the folding table is situated. The bars had long been taken away from most of the old cells and inside them live various washers, dryers, and basic storage. To anyone sane, the place would be far too horrible and scary to sit in so calmly - and don't get yourself wrong, you do find it to be both of those things... even unbearable at times... but it just so happens that that sets off a dangerous heat between your legs, and delicious excitement in your soul, -. But anyway, a few feet in front of where you're sitting, is a cell that still has its bars attached. In fact, the door is still locked, and no matter how hard or what the construction workers had tried- it would not budge.

You assume, nowadays, that that was Caleb's cell. And he doesn't want anyone else trespassing.

In that cell, right now, you watch out of your peripheral vision as the dust kicks up off the floor and the bed suddenly, in the dark of the room, and leans back as it shapes itself slowly into the vague image of a man. At least, you assume its a man. You're afraid if you look up now, he'll dissipate and wont return again for hours; You wont risk that, so while your attention is on the movement inside the cell, your eyes are glued to the pages in front of you.

Excitement fizzes in you like fireflies. Dead, swarming, dimly lit fireflies; But fireflies none the less. Zooming and flittering around in your chest- aching for you to look up and risk it all. Just to get a glimpse of him, which you've never done before. Although you've 'met', many times before now... you have never actually seen your ghostly companions face.

You assume that its grizzly, and perfect in its disgusting, gory messiness, of course. And you do ache, to your very core, to look him straight in the eye... but you're also terrified of him leaving. Of him leaving you to the rest of these other, B-Level ghosts. Spirits that don't make you feel nearly as heightened, as he does. He's like a drug, like cocaine, and these other ghosts... are but morphine. Not enough. Not, nearly, enough.

But... still. You cross your ankles, swinging them back and forth underneath you in badly kept excitement. Surely, a glance... wouldn't ruin everything...

You can see him too-vaguely, as you strain your head to continue facing your lap but your eyes to be pushing their limits, upwards. He - this figure, made entirely of the dust that in its absence has left the rest of his cell perfectly clean, and like new, - is sat on his old bed, legs spread like he owns the damn place, with his gun set over his thighs; Sitting in companionable silence with you. Even so, you feel his coat brush against your hanging legs as if he's standing closely, in front of you.

For minutes, you fight with yourself over whether to look up... what could happen if you did... when finally, his voice sounds around the cell block. Err, the laundry room.

"Y/N... sweetheart... " His voice is nothing but a pained whisper at this point, but still- you can hear the subtle huskiness to it that must have been its totality at some point and the deep, old-fashioned southern accent that leaks into every word he makes, and must squeeze your thighs together. "C'mere."

That one contraction causes you eyes to widen, and your fireflies to freeze. The darkness, the fear in your heart at his very presence builds and you finally look up, and over at him.

He's moved back, into the darkness of his cell so you cant quite see him... but that doesn't disappoint you. Not when he's asked you closer.

Hopping off the table and leaving your book behind, not caring that you've lost your page, you walk deftly over to the bars of the cell and press yourself gently to them, wrapping your hands around two. "Caleb?"

"You look... " In the darkness you see his outline, and watch his head tilt to the side. You feel fingers run through your hair and graze your neck, and shiver. You know this is dangerous, you're well aware. "Mighty nice today... "

You grin broadly, unable to help it. Most compliments you get are nice, but they never quite hit the spot... you never quite believe them... but Caleb's- oh, Caleb's. His are everything. They light up everything in you for days. "Thank you... and how're you today?"

He pauses for a moment, thinking about it, before you hear the sound of fabric rustling from his direction. "Unsure actually sweetheart...

That's up to you."

You tilt your head to the side. "How so?" How can I make it good for you?

"I wanna... try something... Think I'm... strong enough, now... "

This time you aren't able to say anything, before he speaks again. "Close your eyes."

You're all too willing to do as he commands, eyes shutting closed quickly, tightly so you see nothing.

A few moments later, and your anticipation, and anxiety, is building up in your chest like the pyramids thousands of years ago, to unimaginable, and terrifying, heights... when you feel the texture of his cold non-tangible fingers graze over your cheek again. You feel his whole body, in fact, behind the bars. Close to you. Not just his fingers, and not just his coat. His whole, fricken, body.

To your utter surprise, you feel those hands - rough, and freezing cold, and more like air from a fan then actual, physical body parts. But pleasantly enough, not at all like dust, either, - on your neck; His thumbs on your jaw. They tilt your head back, forcing your face to look upwards, almost towards the ceiling. It would be uncomfortable, if you weren't nearly shaking with excitement.

A moment later, he's dragging your face slowly closer to the bars, till the cold metal bites at your cheeks, and lips - cold and not-totally-real, like the hands, - press ever so gently... against yours.

A gasp slips out of you, as this is all you've wanted for a while, and you immediately kiss back, aching for nothing but to pull his body flush against yours and experiment with all the things maybe you could do with him, if he can kiss you like this. You cant help your thoughts spreading out to other things, as he slowly, deliciously deepens the kiss- an icy, slimy tongue sliding over the tip of yours.

If he can kiss you, surely he can touch in other places, cant he? He can let his fingers stray from your face, and towards your chest? Or lower?

What about his cock? How would that feel; Cold, and hard, within your walls?

And on top of that, regarding just his kissing skills, if he can do this much, turn you to mush with just his kiss, then there's no doubt in your hopeless, dumb, horny little mind that he could totally wreck you in a bed.

When he lets go of the back of your neck with one hand though, and wraps it ever-so-softly around your throat- feeling your pulse beat-beat-beat... you forget everything. Your mind goes empty.

In fact you go so totally dumb that you snap your eyes open-

But before you can see him, he's gone.

The cell is covered in dust again, and you cant feel him kissing you anymore; You're left pressing against the bars of the cell he wasted away inside in life, missing him already.

Duke || A Vampire ||

The feeling of having blood literally sucked out through little pierces in your skin, never gets less weird. The pain of having your wrist bitten into, does. The ticklish feeling of having Duke's lips attached to your wrist for a prolonged amount of time, does. But the weird, slightly nauseating feeling of having him siphon and guzzle your life force out of your veins, will never ever get old- unfortunately.

Still, every once in a while - which is becoming every week with all of Dukes nagging, honestly, - , you'll sit down and flick through Tumblr, letting him sit next to you, hold your arm in his hands and carefully drink- not too much, he knows when to stop. But just enough to sate him.

Then, like now, he'll slip his fangs outs from your skin and veins - coming out perfectly clean and white like they never touched anything but apples and bananas, -, a smug, pleased smirk on his lips as he cleans up his mess. And while you're wrapping up your own wrist, he sweeps off to get you juice and a plate of cookies- like when you donate blood for hospitals.

"Well you did donate." He teases, holding your juice and your cookies for you while you stick down your bandages, rubbing your thumb over the sore spot. "For a really good cause, too. Huh? Keeping your, uh," Duke glances at you, mischief pulling the corners of his lips up. "Snuggle bunny, going?"

Rolling your eyes, you yank the plate of cookies from his hands as he chuckles and take a chomp out of one. "Ugh, Duke... I was sleep talking! Let it go!"

He just giggles, fixing his collar with one hand and continuing to hold your juice for you as you quietly chew on your cookies.

As you do so, Duke turns his head to watch you. There's nothing extraordinary about the way you eat, nothing particularly sexy or gross, but as a vampire - an old one, at that. One that certainly doesn't remember the taste of normal food like a newer one might, vaguely, - one of the things he does enjoy watching his human mate do, is eat. Its adorable. So delicate, so human. Especially if one day, hopefully someday soon, they'll allow him to turn them.

Speaking of... His eyes narrow as a cheeky grin spreads his lips. "So, love... " You take the juice from him, giving him a suspicious look. Yes? He shifts closer to you on the couch now that his hands aren't occupied, and your sceptical expression - because you know him, - deepens. "Have you put anymore thought into my proposition?... "

Immediately you make a 'Pfft' sound and snort, bringing the glass up to your lips. "Ah, yeah. No need. We are never, ever doing that in the bedroom."

Dukes expression immediately falls, and you laugh at his scowl/pout, before taking a sip of your juice with a smile. Oh, he's an idiot. But he's also very cute. "Well- while I think you're making a huge mistake on that front, love, and this is not over- I wasn't talking about that proposition." Looking back at him at that, you watch his eyebrows raise meaningfully up his forehead..., and realise.

"... Oh."

He nods. Then his eyes flicker down to your hand, laying on your lap by the now empty cookie plate, and picks it up. Then gives you an uncharacteristically gentle smile. "I'd, really, like to do it." He presses the brim of his hat to your forehead affectionately. "To experience eternity with you, has been my dream since- "

An easy grin slides across your lips and you chuckle, nudging the brim of his hat back. "Lemme guess... the night I suggested you mix chocolate syrup with your 'Bloody Mary' drinks?"

He snorts, squeezing your arm gently, and lacing his fingers through yours. "Well, with ideas like that, how could I resist you?" Then he presses forward, taking the juice from your hands and setting it on the coffee table, before crawling over you, hovering over your body. "But I was thinking of a different night... " He raises your chin up so you're looking at him, and your brain wants you to push his annoying, horny ass off you and off the couch too, but the part of you that really likes him wants you to kiss him- so you just end up looking perturbed.

"Duke... " You whine, relaxing into the couch. "If I become a vampire... if I say yes... what's going to happen with my other relationships?" Your eyes flicker from everything but him, to his eyes finally, where he sees how reluctant you are, and sigh. "I don't want to lose them."

Duke shrugs. "But you'd have me, forever. They're all gonna die, anyway."

You promptly push his insensitive ass off of you, to the floor, and step over him as you head towards the kitchen- picking up your drink on the way. You're going to put tequila, in this-

Before you can get through the kitchen door, its slammed closed in front of you and Duke's cornered you against it. "... Okay maybe that was rude. Still working on my manners, Y/N, my bad. But I am working on them, huh? I get points for that!"

"Points?" You ask, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes over your shoulder to him.

Dubious and dumb, Duke raises a brow. "What's improvement without a point system?"

"Ugh- " You try to open the door again, but Duke uses his strength against you this time- turning you around and swiftly pinning you to the door.

His eyes catch the glass, still halfway full, and despite your disagreement, taps the bottom. "Drink that juice." He tells you firmly. "You lost quite a bit of blood, and I don't need you collapsing at any point."

After a stubborn moment, you sigh and do as he said, gulping down the juice at a steady pace as to not shock your system. Its also a good excuse not to think about the conversation you're having.

Because... its just... the hardest decision, you've ever had to make. The hardest decision you may ever have to make. It depends on hope so's (Will Duke stay in love with me? Will I stay in love with him? Will I like being a vampire? I hope so.), and faith, and not having faith in what if scenarios, too (What if I never see my family again, what if we come upon a hunter, what if Duke gets staked and I'm still there forever?), even if they're just as dependable as hope so's. And on one hand, staying human means you get to stay with your family, and your friends. You may not get Duke as well, but... he's just a guy, right? You can meet someone else... you cant replace your family, quite so easily. Right? You would be hard pressed replacing them, but guys... come and go... right?

But on the other hand, you're in love with Duke. You've never felt this way before, you cant even take it sometimes how irreversibly, unexplainably in love with him you are including everything obnoxious about him. You know you'll never find another Duke. You tell yourself you can, and you might have to so you will... but under the surface you know he's the love of your life. He's it. And there's no replacing him.

Ugh. Thinking about this does your head in... Your gaze lifts up from the window over his shoulder, to his face, and you knit your brows together. In frustration and apology. You know he's been patient... and you do feel bad for that... but this is also a huge decision, and you're not going to make it out of want to make him happy. "I don't know yet... I'm sorry... "

For a moment, he doesn't react... but then he sighs, and collects you up against him in a hug. "Take your time, love... we have a long time, to go... " He squeezes you tight, and you relax under his affections, totally. "But there is a cut off date, so, just try to make your decision before you die okay?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Hades || The King of the Underworld ||

Rolling your eyes, you kneel over the campfire and sprinkle the seasoning on the roast instead of kicking those two 2 foot tall dwarf's to Tim Buk Tu like you really want to do. Alas- making your dinner delicious and refraining from taking it off the hot fire, and throwing it at Pain and Panic, will have to do.

And this is your reaction from just noticing them hiding in a bush nearby. They haven't done anything yet, but you just know. You know, that when they turn up, it has something to do with Hades. Usually, that he's not far behind. And you're so damn e x h a u s t e d, by turning him down. Over, and over, you have to do this. Tell him no, you wont marry him, thank you for stopping by now go home. Thanks...

And after the last time he did this, you really aren't in the mood to humour him this time. You get a prickly feeling all over, just thinking about looking at him, after what he did.

~

A week ago, you had just finished getting ready for a date, and the one who was taking you out was surely close by, and you were giddy. Excited, to for once, not be working, or fending off the Lord of the Dead, or falling down drop dead exhausted in bed every night. Tonight, you were going to have a good time, for once. You were so, so excited.

But, then Isa was late. And a few minutes... turned into an hour... and that turned into two... and by that time you had totally given up. The ass had stood you up!

You were so looking forward to this, and that bastard left you all alone at home, looking hot, waiting for absolutely fricken nobody. What a dick. How could you have been fooled, into thinking they were worth your time? Your rare quiet night, at that?

"Gods!" You cursed, throwing your shawl down on the kitchen table and wiping a hand up through your hair. "I should've known. I feel like such an idiot!"

Then their was a knock at your front door, and you snatched up your shawl and raced off to get it. Maybe they had an accident???

You swung the door open, and

immediately, deflated.

"Hades... its you."

An amused grin graces his features as his gaze licks up and down your form. You're all ready for a date, and you look gorgeous. "Well don't sound quite so ecstatic about it babe, I might forget you don't actually like me- or so you say."

"I don't. And especially now, I'm having a terrible night. Thanks for stopping by, no I don't wanna marry you, no, no, no, did I cover all the bases? Great, so please go home-" You attempt to close the door on him, but smoke shoots out from the mysterious whatever's-under-his tunic and shoves itself, solid, between the frame and the door. A deep groan escapes you as you roll your eyes, opening it again. "Drat." You hiss, letting go of the door and leaning against the frame instead, crossing your arms. "Look Mr Lord of the Dead, I have had a bad night- "

A smirk creeps across his lips, mischief gleaming in his eyes. Or was it worse? Yes, you think. Its a lot worse then mischief. Still, you don't let up your cold, blasé front, nervous - afraid? - of his reaction to anything else. How might he use your discomfort? "Oh yeah, you got left all high and dry t'night, huh? Yep... Shame."

There's something about the way he's talking... that just sets you at total unease. How did he know? You lift carefully, slowly, cautiously off the doorframe, confused. "Um... yes... he did. How did you know?" Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. "Stalking me?"

"Oh, of course. How else am I supposed to get to know you? You sure as hell wont sit down for a dinner with me, you've made that clear." He runs his bottom lip thoughtfully through his teeth. "At least- without a little sweetener, eh? And I am a great deal sweetener- if I do say so myself. So!" You watch him turn around, clapping his hands together firmly- a call; A signal.

And sure enough, a moment later, the bumbling fools Pain and Panic came tottering out of the woods beside my house, whipping a poor, squealing pig ahead of them.

Your brows furrow at it- something really not quite right at all, about any of this.

You watch the pig for a few moments, unable to figure out why it makes you feel... something; You aren't quite sure what... until a sharp blue finger touches the underside of your chin, and guides your head up to look at the face of Hades, instead. Another evil smirk presses his smug face. "That's what happens to little fuckers that try to touch what will be, mine." At that, your eyes widen and snap back to the pig. Is that... Hades grabs your jaw now, dragging your attention back to him, this time uncaringly. "Remember that, sweetheart. Its up to you how many poor sods I turn into swine."

"Hades- " You gasp, horrified.

"I'm a God, Y/N." The fire sparking as head flickers orange, well-hidden fury showing itself for just a moment- enough to terrify you. "We're notoriously bad at taking rejection."

~

"You gotten over your little human melodrama yet, Y/N?" Hades voice rings out through the clearing in front of your house, and you feel your skin prickle all over; Knowing he's here again. After that awful thing he did, last time. "I had to do that, showed you who's boss I guess. But I'm sick of staying away from you... " He appear across the fire from you, but you refuse to look up at his face. "So... what? You want an apology?"

Wincing, you wrap your arms around your knees and press your nose into your dress. "No."

"Whadaya want from me?"

"I want you to go away," You mutter, still not looking at at him; Rather into the flames flickering up under and over your dinner.

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Through your peripheral vision, you see Hades disappear from across the fire, and a yelp come out of you when suddenly he yanks you up by the arm, straight to your feet. Then he gathers your waist in one hand and presses you to him, leering down at you. You don't fight it, just deftly lean away; Afraid of how he might react to anything more. "So what'll it be? An apology? A present? A kiss maybe?"

He leans in, but you jerk your head back.

"What makes you so sure you can win my affections with pain, and bravado, Hades?" You finally snap, eyes flickering up to his pupils, which stare back at you in that familiarly amused way he always does when you get the courage to stand back up to him. "Making people I like into pigs, making me hurt... and then smiling about it? Thinking you'll just get away with it? That wont make me like you, you bastard. That's not sexy."

"Oh sweetheart, you're sexy enough for the both of us... " He grins, tracing your lips with a thumb. Marvelling at you even as you're mad, even as you're telling him such cold, hard facts.

Knitting your brows together, you tighten your lips into a confused scowl. "Do you even want me to like you?"

"Oh I want you to love me, Y/N... " For a moment, you see genuine in his eyes... before he turns it off again. And yet you believe him. "I promise you, one day I'll make you. One day you'll be death's partner, in sickness and in health. Just, you, wait." With those last three words, he boops your nose.

For a few moments... you just stare at him. How, in his deluded mind, does he think that's going to happen if first of all, he isn't forcing you, luckily enough, and second of all, he refuses to even try. Try, to be a genuine person. Try, to make you enjoy his company.

Its amazing how entitled Gods can be.

"... Maybe you're right. Maybe I will marry you one day,...

but first you'll have to make me like you- and that wont be such easy a feat. Not even for a God."

Inkubus || A Incubi Demon ||

Walking down the street late at night will always set you a little bit uneasy no matter how many times and how often you do it. Around any and every corner could be a monster waiting for an easy kill, a simple little victim to grab and run with.

But that doesn't change the fact at all that its just something you have to do, as long as you don't have a car and refuse to spend money every night on an Uber ride. So you collect your wits and take out your headphones as you hop off the bus, holding your keys between your fingers like wolverine claws like a back alley street fighter; And a cheater, at that.

Hey, you're brave, for sure- but you're not stupid.

You must keep your ears open, your eyes focused, and your senses as heightened as possible. And if someone's going to jump out at you, you couldn't care less if being prepared with sharp tools at the ready is not exactly sporting. If someone is going to try and hurt you, then they're about to get the rudest slap-in-the-face of an awakening of their goddamn lives.

Also, though... the quietness, can be peaceful. So while your senses are open to any hint of a threat, the rest of you... enjoys it. The quietness, the stillness, the all-together aloneness, despite the constant, faint feeling that someone is near. In a world where everyone is connected, its a really valuable feeling; Of being on your own. With no one watching, or listening, or even thinking about you.

You just get the moment, to be... To be. Just, to exist.

So happily you walk down the street, slipping into the darkness of your neighbourhood and enjoying the peaceful, slightly terrifying time.

Until you run into something your senses didn't pick up on even the slightest bit- you didn't even see him, which is weird seeing as he turned up right in front of you. "Oh!"

You have a mind blank and don't even think of the keys between your knuckles or the idea that this is a threat. Especially not when you look up, and see his face.

Every almost-suspicion and near-scepticism disappears from your mind.

"Oh hello, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." He steadies you, before taking his hands away from you. For a split second, you find yourself wishing he hadn't.

"That's okay!" For a moment, you get caught up in the mans eyes, before managing to break yourself free, and step back from him. Awkward... Your eyes purposefully turn downcast, avoiding his gaze that had so oddly swallowed you up a moment ago. "Um, anyway, enjoy the rest of your night!" Slipping past him, you continue on your way down the path towards your house, when you hear a gentle whooshing noise behind you, and turn your head to find the man walking casually beside you, like its not a red flag at all. Surprised, your eyes widen.

"Sorry to seem a bit of a creep- "

"Oh no, you're fine!!" Why, on earth, are you so eager to assure him?

His lips curl up in a pleased grin, his handsome - yet... somehow, oddly disconcerting, - features lifting pleasantly in the dark, and all you think is... that's why. Shadows leave shade all over his face and it is a bit frightening but its like your body has a mind, and ideas, of its own. Your footsteps are slowing down, your heartbeat's relaxing to a calmer velocity then even before this strange man turned up, a gentle heat is rising up your neck.

"That's good to hear, I wouldn't want to scare you. You know, an odd man following you late at night... some people mind find that a tad bit threatening, you know?"

A spark of nervousness, the first since you've been with him, lights up inside your chest. "Well... y-you're not wrong... "

Just as quickly as it ignited though, your anxiety is stripped away with just a kind smile, from him. "But don't worry- I bare no ill will." Your eyebrows lift up at that.

"And I'm... just supposed to take you at your word?"

Exactly, you think. Finally, your body is catching up with your mind! Isn't this precisely what you were just scared about, getting off the bus at this late hour? That a terrifying stranger would turn up??

Well now one has- so why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you slipping away? Why aren't you running?

God, you want to... But... you cant. Even as the words leave your lips, you feel your feet be leaden to where he wants you to be- beside him, and only slowly walking. Easy to guide, easy to control.

His grin turns mischievous as you watch, a speckle of darkness flickering beyond poisonous green eyes. "Of course not. You're a clever little mortal." Your brows knit together now, confused. Mortal? The green hues flash to yours again and one side of his mouth quirks up a tiny bit higher; Revealing wisdom and wickedness beyond his appearance. "Then again, mortals have always been intelligent. Its how we've survived for thousands of years, right?" He gives a well-humoured wink.

... Yet... you find, that the way this man said 'we've'... just didn't sound right. Like the word was heavy on his tongue. Like a lie.

Still- you don't find yourself feeling the urge to raise your fist, at all. You're almost... hypnotised. You witch every movement he makes, take note of every calculation. From the way his coat whispers in the dark wind to where his hands are.

"I... guess... Um, what's your name?"

His eyes narrow but a corner of his mouth curls up in another mischievous - devilish? Demonic? - smirk that sends your head rushing. "Hmm... lets go with... Klaus, for now... And oh, you're free to tell me a fake one as well if you'd like. Its a tad reckless to give away your real information, like names and telephone numbers, in a situation like this, isn't it?" You cant argue with that- "But, whilst acknowledging that, I still cant help myself sweetheart," Sweetheart- your heart plummets down to your feet and your eyes widen; You can't help but love the sound of that. "I'd really like to get to know you a little bit. Would you please allow me the honour, please?" Oh my goodness- he just looks so pleading at you! Its adorable. How could you possibly, say no?

Every word that comes from him solidifies the hold he has on you already, too, that he so easily took in the first place with just his presence. Arousal and intrigue sinking into you like fangs by the second.

You cant help smiling; And saying yes.

The predatory look that takes over his face now causes a pit in your belly- but it only excites you. Suddenly he puts a hand on you- just the crook of your arm, stopping you in your tracks immediately, like you knew in your very workings that that is what he wanted from you right at that moment. "Is this your house, dear?"

... Oh, um- You shake yourself of whatever trance you're stuck in just long enough to look over at the house your passing, in wonder. How did you even get here... God, you just feel so disorientated... "Uhuh... "

"Wonderful; Now, I consider myself a gentleman dear so I shan't invite myself inside- especially not even having a name for such a pretty face. But... " 'Klaus' shrugs a bit, a perky little knowing look on his face- because he knows, what you're about to offer him.

"Of course, you can come inside!" You smile. "And- " Don't give your real name, don't do it. Pick any other name. Please- "I'm Y/N." The words slip out easily, like there was absolutely nothing inside you begging you not to.

And, just like that, there isn't.

Seedeater || A Wild Beast ||

"- Oh I should tell you about that summer. Ah, Y/N darling you would have just loved to be there, trust me! Once I've told you all about it, you'll wish you were, I promise you. So! Let me set the scene... "

This man has been jabbering on to you about who-knows-what for far... too... long... God, you're afraid to pull out your pocket watch, for fear of discovering you are nowhere near the acceptable moment to excuse yourself.

Because for sure you are not about to engage in any more courtship with this insufferable peacock of a man but also- you would rather die right here then go home early and have your parents nag at you over insulting the Duke' right hand man like that.

Even as... you long... so so very deeply... for your bed...

Oh, perish the thought. To be in your warm, cosy bed. Wearing nothing but your nightgown, with the fireplace roaring nearby and a book open on the pillow in front of you... perhaps nibbling at pilfered muffins from the kitchen.

You're just relaxing into your fantasy world - whilst managing to make yourself seem interested in your... eugh... 'suitors' story, with well-placed hums and 'Oh please tell me more's. - when suddenly the slow hum that his droning voice had become to you rather then actual vocabulary, just... stops. Your eyes flicker to his form on the log next to you, to see him perked up. Alert. Like a meerkat.

"What happened, Nigel?"

"Shhhh!"

Hmm... well, you certainly aren't crazy about that... Brows furrowing deeply and lips creasing into a severe frown, you straighten your back more so and take a deep breath with which to give him an earful, when-

You hear it, this time. What's concerned your date so.

Its a rustle just outside of the clearing the of you are set up in, and its definitely not just the wind. Or a bird.

Its slow, and heavy. A twig snaps as if under some huge, terrifying, calloused foot.

Immediately your freeze, gazing around slowly, cautiously for whatever is out there. You like to think its a beast, rather then a man. A man would be far, far worse. You've always thought so. A beast could hurt you, for sure. Scratch you to death or eat you alive... but a man, a man could take you. Steal you away, and sell you for drug money. Or humiliate you... Yes, you've always thought; To be ripped apart by canine teeth, would be better.

But then again, a beast is not ideal either.

You want to live!- and that has never been quite so blatant then right now as your heart hammers in your chest and you feel your cheeks grow cold as ice, despite the raging campfire before you. You want to life, in order to get past this terrible date and go on better ones. Or far better yet- never go on a date again.

Even so, though, when Nigel slowly picks up his shotgun, raising up to his feet and carrying it with purpose- you feel the most impassioned, ardent repulsion towards it and total, striking fear bang in your chest. He's going to kill it??!

I mean... if its a man, go right ahead, but if its not-

"Nigel." You hiss, making the man jump and look down at you in a mix of horror and anger. It reads clearly to shut up, but you aren't concerned with Nigel's needs. "Put that bac- "

A horrible screeching sound fills the campsite and you immediately slap your fingers over your ears, pressing into them firmly to keep the sound out and squeezing your eyes shut. Oh, that's terrible-

Then a beast emerges from the tree line, growling and blowing steam out of its bar-boned nostrils. Your eyes crack open to see Nigel lining up his gun with the monster's head, which surely wouldn't work in the first place as it seems to have some kind of helmet made out of bones. Or maybe that's just its head. either way your eyes widen to the size of saucers, and leap to your feet; your hands on Nigel's gun before you even realise the danger of your actions. "Let go!" He snaps, but you refuse.

"You will not kill this creature!"

"I most certainly will!- " His finger presses down accidentally on the trigger, and immediately a loud BOOM sound crashes from the gun, making you gasp. "Look what you made me do, woman!!"

The creature suddenly rears back on its hind legs, frightened by the noise, before slamming back down like a horse and rushes forward- all gangly, uneven movements as he's too heavy to really move as fast he's going but doesn't care at all. It brushes by you and all you can do is hold your breath and grip the gun like your life depends on it, so you don't run and startle the beast even more. Embedded in its fluffy hide are sticky substances - tree sap, supposedly, - and leaves, and little sticks, and a lot of dirt.

It tears through the camp site, crazed, and when its done - now huffing and puffing and still furious, standing at the side, - the little tent that Nigel had set up and cooking equipment is all ripped to pieces. Destroyed. Your heart's beating a million miles a moment inside your chest, hoping you aren't about to look like that, too.

After a few silent moments, apart from the monster's hard breathing, you turn from the creature to Nigel. Both your hands are still on the gun. "... Nigel... " You breath out in a whisper that is only as loud as a breeze. His eyes flicker up to yours, terror gleaming in them; And he's breathing pretty hard, too. "You need to let... go... of the gun... now... "

"No... Y/N... I have a plan,... don't worry... "

Ugh! You think. Even scared out of his wits, he thinks he knows better then me. If only he would just stop-

Suddenly, all far too suddenly, he wrenches the gun out of your hands and turns its aim upon the beast again. Your face goes slack at the too sudden, too jerky, too cocky motion and look from him- to the gun- to the beast and its glowing red eyes, staring down the barrel.

No!

"Now stay still, monster... this wont hurt but a moment... "

And in that second before Nigel presses the trigger again- you see all your futures before it even happens. The beast will tear you both apart with the bullet submerged in its skin. You will not survive, this way. And neither will it.

Just as Nigel is pulling his finger against the shotgun's trigger, you lunge for him. Pushing the barrel of the gun upwards, instead. Another terrible, crashing BOOM sound bangs against your eardrums as the bullet ricochets out and into the air. As you're wondering, horrified where it's going to come down, the beats roar accompanies the thumping sound of your heart in your ears and your head whips around just in time to see it gallop forward-

Its powerful jaws wrap around Nigel's entire face, and they both go crashing down to the ground as Nigel is ripped from you.

You can do nothing but watch, as in a matter of seconds it seems Nigel stops screaming in hat blood curdling way you do when you're being gnawed at alive... and goes limp. As soon as he does, the beast backs up off of him, a gentle and calmer woof coming out of it as it... just... sits back.

It sets its behind down the ground, and using a long... bear-like, tongue, licks at its paws. Cleaning itself.

Calmly.

Blood is still rushing hotly in your ears as you shake like leaf, between this beast and your date's mauled body and turn slowly to look at the hideous, petrifying monster.

Its eyes are no longer red, so they're but shadows hidden inside the bone coverage that is his head, and for all intensive purposes, the beast looks... relaxed. Like you aren't there at all. But you feel its gaze on you, even so. And your skin tingles creepily at the feeling.

After a few more minutes of just standing there, being scared - and maybe going a little bit insane, - you open your mouth slightly. Jerkily, slowly... and whisper. "I- I'm sorry... th-that Nigel... he... t-tried, to kill you... "

Another growly woof is your answer, its response to hearing a foreign noise. Your voice.

But it isn't a threatening noise at all, so you relax a little bit.

Then, suddenly, the dog... bear... monster, creature, gets up again. Its shakes off its behind of some of the dirt there from the floor, and creps closer to you. Its so huge... you have to crane your neck to look at its face.

Or, more specifically, its teeth.

You hear a sort of... fluttery sound, over your beating heart and look around curiously. There are no birds, or anything else that would normally make a noise like that, that you can see... The clearing is still, and empty.

Then your eyes catch sight of something, dark, fluffy and long flying up and down against the ground, behind the creature. When realisation occurs to you that the thing is its tail, and its wagging, you cant help the tiny smile that slips across your face. Gaze slipping back up to the creature, deciding it has no ill intent in the moment, you decide to try something.

Reaching over with one hand, you tentatively slip it through its main. There's so much black fur there that you're unsure that it even feels your touch at all - and there is certainly no reaction as it just looks around the clearing, keeping watch, - and your hand disappears entirely in the surprisingly wonderfully soft fur.

Smile widening, you enjoy the feeling with one hand for a while, before getting adventurous. Your take your pointer finger, and lean up to carefully stroke the bone of its face-

And as soon as you start, the creature startles you by moving- but you don't pull back far before you realise what is actually happening. It isn't readying to attack, its preening. It stretches its neck up, shaking itself slightly, before lowering its head for you. As if to ask; Please, again.

The smile comes back full force, and you do as it so politely asked; Stroking down its smooth snout over and over again. You can feel its warm breath on your arm and various bits of the forest stuck in its fur but you don't care. You just enjoy the feeling- its actually like a big dog rather then a monster!

"Aw... you're a good one, aren't you? ... I'm so sorry we frightened you earlier... "

Ursula || A Sea Witch ||

"Yes, yes... " Ursula rolls her eyes, sighing out her words in an irritated way; Getting tired of going through the deal, over and over again. But you cant stop wording it slightly different- as if it will ever get better, for you. Because its quite simple. "I'll save your precious baby brother, let him live on happy and healthy and all that rubbish for another 30 to 40 years... and you get to come down and stay with me, eternally. Happy?"

"... yes." You force the word out from between your lips as soon as you've worked yourself up to agreeing, not allowing yourself to back down again. As you suspected, the moment that word makes it into the open air, materialising into steam from the cold air as you kneel by the murky, foggy morning waters and the monster waiting for you in their depths- you regret it. You want to take it back... but you forced the word out for a reason.

For him.

And you refuse to even try to take it back, because the one thing you desire in life is to keep him safe... and this is the only way you can do that.

Tears well up in your eyes, as a wet hand curls around your own outstretched one, long red nails scraping into your skin as you shake. Bright eyes with pitch black pupils and wicked intent not-at-all hidden away gleam back at you, as thickly painted lips pull back on either side in a pearly, sinister, grin. Like a switch, your heart suddenly plummets down to your feet, and the cavern of your chest feels as cold as the unforgiving waters, below.

"Its a deal, then, doll~ " The sea witches voice is rough, that black heart of hers and ill intent bleeding out unapologetically through in her tone, and you know you've made a terrible mistake for yourself.

But the right decision, for him.

And as Ursula's hand slips out from yours and she disappears back under the water, the gentle waives slipping over her violent tinted skin until she's gone, your eyes slip closed; You must remind yourself, of that fact. He will be safe now. That's all that matters. It has to be.

Because you know, that she'll be back soon enough- and you'll be hers, for good. Just as she wanted it to be.

These are your last few moments of freedom, before she comes back with a disgusting tonic or filthy ointment or horrible scent, or something, that'll make you like her,... tied to the sea rather then the shore... and you use them to think about him.

Taking a deep breath, you think; You'll be okay now.

Take care of yourself, because I cant anymore. Create a good life, for yourself.

Don't miss me too much, please.

The fear striking sound of waives lapping harder against the rock you're perched on alerts you that she's back, and when you open your eyes she is indeed there; An expectant look on her face, and a closed clam shell in her hand. "Well? Come on in, darling... I promise I'll hold your hand, if it gets too rough."

"Y-you want me to come in... to the water?? Now??" Before you've changed? Before you have a tail, and gills? Surely it'll be freezing- you're cold just looking at that water.

"Well I wouldn't want you convulsing too hard when you transform and hitting your pretty little head on the rocks! Trust me, honey."

Trust her...

The concept repulses you, but what other choice do you have anymore? Taking a deep breath, you dip your legs in first- before shuffling off the shire for the last time and dipping silently into the frigid sea.

Your eyes are squeezed tightly closed as your head disappears under the waives, and the only feelings you know are the freezing fucking cold and, and thick tentacles wrapping gently around you. Holding you still.

Under water.

"Now, now~ Don't panic, that'll just make this worse for you." You're starting to run out of air - you've never been good at holding your breath, - , and as Ursula's thumb brushes over your lips you struggle, like an impulse, away from her. You try to wrestle out of her hold- reach the air, again. To breath- Air- God, fuck- Need to-

But her grip just tightens around you, her new play thing, constricting like a boa constrictor until you cant fight anymore. "I said don't panic, lovely...

now open that lovely mouth, now."

[mysteryshoptls]

R Jade Leech Apple Boa Personal Story

"I am counting on you."

[Harveston – Apple Square]

[chatter, chatter]

Jade: Hmm… The main festivities venue sure does become crowded in the afternoon, much more than I expected.

Jade: While I waited for the race to begin, I thought I would indulge in the decadent dishes of Harveston, but…

Jade: I don't have much time, so I may not be able to go to each stall. At best perhaps half… Oh? That is…

Sebek: Let's see, which stall should I line up at? I want to pick something to eat that will fill me up…

Jade: Sebek-kun, have you come here for lunch as well?

Sebek: Mm? Yeah, I'm here for lunch. After our training, I ended up helping the villagers out, so now I'm starved.

Jade: Perfect. Then, let us eat together.

Sebek: What? Why should I eat with you…?

Jade: If we each share the food we buy with each other, then we will both be able to taste a variety of different dishes.

Jade: Now that that's decided, let us get to purchasing the food. In order to make our way around the stalls efficiently, it should be sufficient to split up.

Jade: I will check out the stalls on the far side, if you would take care of those closer to us.

Jade: We shall meet here once more after we have finished buying everything. See you soon.

Sebek: Hey, wait! I never said anything about agreeing to…!

Sebek: He left. …I suppose I was still in the midst of deciding what I wished to consume for lunch, so this is actually not too inconvenient.

Sebek: The closer stalls, he said… I'll start with this one over here.

Sebek: That guy… How long is he planning on making me wait!? All this food is getting cold.

Sebek: Maybe I should go ahead and eat it…

Jade: My apologies for keeping you waiting. I found myself caught up inquiring one of the stalls on their dish, I'm afraid I ran a tad late…

Stall Employee: Ayy～ Ah'm plen'y chuffed ye're buyin' all'is. Ye're good wee it 'ere?

Jade: Of course. Thank you for your assistance.

Sebek: To be so laden down that you required the help of one of the stall workers to carry all of this back here… You certainly purchased an abundance of food.

Jade: Ah, yes, this is because…

Jade: In order to hold a Harveston Fair at the Mostro Lounge, I must taste as many dishes as I can.

Jade: We cannot create a menu without having eaten the dishes beforehand, after all.

Sebek: I understand your reasoning for purchasing so much. However, will you be able to finish eating this all?

Jade: Who knows? Sebek-kun, I am counting on you.

Sebek: Humph. Fine then, let's eat. Let's start with this heaping helping of vegetables, then.

Jade: It seems to be a salad made of Harveston's salt-preserved wild vegetables and apples. Here we go…

Jade: …Oh my, this is delicious. The saltiness of the vegetables enhances the refreshingly sweet taste of the apples.

Sebek: I agree, this is an exquisite flavor. However, are these wild vegetables truly once preserved? They seem to still have a vibrant green color…

Jade: If they are boiled in a copper pot, those copper ions work to stabilize the disappearing pigmentation, thereby restoring the original colors.

Jade: So that the wild vegetables that were harvested in the spring can still be enjoyed in the wintertime, these techniques have continued to be passed down through the generations.

Sebek: You're quite knowledgeable… I knew you were fascinated by the mountains, but I had no idea you were this well versed

Jade: It is not anything special. I simply came across it while searching for ways to preserve the specimens I bring home from the mountains.

Jade: Oh, that reminds me. This is also similarly a preserved dish, but would you like to try some herring pickled in vinegar? It seems they eat it with bread.

Jade: They were selling small bottles filled with them, so I purchased about 10 of them in haste.

Sebek: [chomp] …Not bad at all. So, these herrings are not dried?

Jade: The benefit to pickling ingredients is that it can be stored as is. No heating is required to eat it, so it is a simple dish.

Jade: So, what should we eat next…? Sebek-kun, what is that dish you have there?

Sebek: It seems to be a stew customary to this region.

Jade: True, it does seem to resemble a stew, yet it is not quite as thick as one should be. Let us see what kind of flavor it has…

Jade: This is splendid. The sweetness of the vegetables and the flavor of the meat have all dissolved into the soup, making it quite delicious indeed.

Jade: This spice has a complex flavor… If Azul were here, I'm sure he would have been able to pick apart each and every spice. How regrettable.

Sebek: It's delicious enough without having to describe it like that! The meat chunks have been stewing for so long that they just fall apart in my mouth.

Sebek: Aye, how I wish the Young Master could partake in this…!! It's unforgivable of me to relish this by myself.

Jade: Sebek-kun, you really do only ever think of Malleus-san, I see.

Male Villager: Y'know… They're jis chattin' away n' eatin'. Think they've eaten' 'nuff t'serve 5 people or so?

Female Villager: Them young'ns sure eat good! Ah be' thems tha' made t'food're 'appy too.

Jade: Whew… What delicious meals. With this, I believe I should be able to make good dishes of our own.

Jade: And you, Sebek-kun, you did very well also. I'm amazed you were able to impassively finish that much food yourself.

Sebek: It was not really anything impressive. That was near equal to the amount I usually eat anyway. If anything, I should say the same to you, eating as much as I.

Jade: Fufu, thank you very much.

Jade: There is still some time before the race begins… What do you think, would you like to partake in some dessert?

Sebek: That sounds good. I was just thinking I'd like to eat something sweet as well.

[clamoring, whispering]

Male Villager: Th-They're gonna 'ave more t'eat…!?

Female Villager: 'Ow're their stomachs still al'reight!?

Sebek: …? It seems as though the area is getting noisier.

Jade: Oh my, I wonder what is going on. But more importantly…

Jade: There are various types of apple pies, baked apples, and pound cake stuffed with fruits…

Jade: It may be difficult to narrow it down to a single dessert. Sebek-kun, let us go and buy every single one.

Requested by @pomefiwhore and @xerneasx95.

[mrs-immortal]

Truly home (self aware red velvet x reader)

gender neutural reader! self aware au- red velvet!

'*•.¸♡ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ love suits you-!i♡¸.•*' ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Truly home - self aware red velvet! part 2 ♡

He had become accustomed to your schedule and everyday he wished he could be just a bit closer, maybe close enough to touch your hands against one another: but he was scared of the possibility you would not have liked him if he were there..after all, he did not belong.  A part of him had a hunch he was not the only one, he saw how licorice and dark chocoa had their eyes on you, looking into the sky: how pastry cookie would worship the temple’s more often; regardless of day. And he hated how he might be right about that hunch; so he seeked the old, half destroyed books of ruined libraries and tombs. He was no magician, so this task could blow up on him but he worked day and night in his very luxurious corner you made for him, crying over missing pages and scavenging books from the academies warehouses..he had finally gotten what he needed; even though it was very risky it was most certainly worth it to be home.  As his shaky hands put up the final preparations , he took a breather and wished upon his dreams: to be with you! The risks scared the jam out of him, to be stuck where he came from..but it was worth it; This was his only chance before others sought after you too..! Taking a final look at the dreaded scenery of the sky above, he started to chant; his vision blurred but he did not stop the words, to complete the lines and to finish the verses. Then he fell; unconscious. He felt.soft, he didn’t remember being so soft, and dough being so thin..is he where he thinks he is? Or is he just dreaming..? he was..a bit too tired to find out, his eye lids felt too heavy and he was so warm, he could stay there for a bit longer…wait..something smells tasty?  The sun rising and the smell of new food made him shake around where he was, but what he heard next made his heart jump and hit his brain.Soft as silk, sweet as honey; “I don’t know how, but he looked cold and hungry...” hearing you talking so close to him made him wake up so frantically, he rubbed his eye lids, cleaning off the waterline; as he woke up he realised his eyes felt different and so did his dough..? He tried to talk but it just came out as muttering, and that seemed to get attention from who was right there with him; “shh, don’t panic; the food is not going anywhere~!” he felt a bit embarrassed and just a tad called out by his heart knowing it was not the food he got so excited about, but that was okay! He tried to sit up properly, leaning to the headboards he let out a sigh he did not realise he was holding. He felt some cold and wet tissue wiping his face, so gently compared to how he was desperately trying to wake up; feeling the hand stop and cup one of his cheeks, he felt so happy over the attention and care; but your touch was his top priority. Or so he thought..grumbling of his stomach made him feel shy in front of you, looking down at his hands to avoid eye contact..and yet another confirmation that it worked: his hands looked human, slender, long fingers, thumbs, joints. The only remnant of his cake arm is the swirls in a darker tone across his arm and hands. As he watched you put the tray of food on his lap, telling him to eat, he talked to you for the first time since he got here:  “do you know my name?” “Well, if i am not going crazy, then you must be velvet: Red velvet, right..?”  He took a breather and looked up at the beauty in front of him; tense and scared of many things.“Yes, that would be me..you are not going insane.-” he grumbled awkwardly, to which you were still surprised by despite being sure of it. you asked him “..how? And why?- and don’t be scared, I-i am not angry! I won’t kick you out.” you spoke, quickly, stuttering at some places, but that was all he needed. He looked at you for confirmation as he took a slice of bread with chocolate, nomming on the tasty treat. He slowly ate and as he let out yet another shaky sigh , he felt the weight of his actions on his shoulders. He picked up after you, his breath shook him to the core as he talked; “Can i explain everything with time..? But the short story is that i..realised, that my life was scripted, and the only part that was actually natural was you so..i escape, t-to live with you.-” his chest hurt with the tension he held in the soul. “-I know it’s confusing but please, i will do my best and i will- i will-” his breathing hitched as he tried to reason with himself. As your hand held him gently like marble plates, you made him look at you in the eyes, softly whispering “it’s okay, we will cross that bridge when we get to it, please, breath slowly, honey.” your voice was aetherial, softly spoken. He did as you asked him to, slowly calming down: he felt tears at the corners of his eyes but he just giggled..”i did not think you would be so good with stress..not this kind anyway.” he joked to himself, outloud. You joined him on it though, seeing him relax, you replied “i had all day to prepare myself emotionally, it actually took a lot to convince myself i was not going crazy!” you laughed as you said the final part, which made him smile. “You should eat before everything gets cold, hm?” you reminded him, and he felt a bit flustered on your teasing tone but more-so you holding the fork and offering to feed him the breakfast you put together.You looked so happy as you held one hand underneath the fork incase anything dripped down. ‘There goes my reputation ..-’ he thought, but he really didn’t care about it that much since..’-i have wanted to do this for so long..!’ He opened his mouth just enough and let out a ‘nom’ noise as he took a bite, as the morning went on and you fed him his meal, he was so glad to be truly home. Soon enough he has eaten enough, and you took the tray to put everything in the machine. You looked back at him and said “feel free to wander around!” as you were getting up and heading out the room to the kitchen. He sure would, he has waited long enough to see the real world. First things first, he opened the blinds and looked through the window, the sun and the scenery, he loved the thought of gazing up at it with you. And so he started to look around your room, there were some pictures with your friends; you looked so happy. Some ..books? Seems to be sketchbooks, he skimmed through the shelves, there were some art supplies. A memory book, and some..enchanting, magic books? Did your world have magic too? He was sure to ask about that later.  And so he looked at your desk, where you had a mirror, and he looked at himself for the first time; his face was human, and his ‘odd’ eye was still there, his hair despite being messier was still the same. He was glad to be recognisable enough, but not too much. As he was lost in thoughts looking through nook and crannies he heard a notification noise from your phone; he checked the source. “Text from nebula: hey, i think someone just hopped into this realm, to your HOUSE specificaly. Are you ok?”...yeah, that would be something to explain. ...But for now he put down the phone and went out of your room to follow, he was looking forward to living with you, living together, loving forever..he still has to confess but he will cross that bridge when he gets to it, hm?

[guardianofrivendell]

Uh, so I'mma request something because I really like your writing and want more of your wonderful Aragorn fics in my life. So, I was thinking some headcannons about what it would be like to date/be in a relationship with Aragorn before, during and/or after the fellowship? Thanks man, and take as long as you need!💕

A/N: I am STRUGGLING with sleepover requests, my own series (PS and DAKT) and some new stuff so I turned to my stack of ‘normal’ requests to try and write something different. Et voilà!

@katethewriter I took a lot longer than I should have with these and I’m so sorry! I’m leaning more towards the Hobbit era lately (I’m really turning into a Dwarf simp here), and I’m neglecting the fellowship members. Unforgivable! 

I interpreted this as how your relationship would develop while on the quest to destroy the ring and you’re not actually together at the start of it. Also maybe slightly OOC Aragorn. 

A/N 2: It has some nsfw hints (not much), I couldn’t help myself and it’s very unlike Aragorn I think but I’m not sorry. Also this turned out really long, I am sorry for that. 

A/N 3: Just like my other headcanons, this doesn’t make much sense so best to simply ignore this. I really don’t know what this is... :) 

Being In a Relationship With Aragorn On The Quest Would Go Like This:

Aragorn had met you in some seedy pub 

Not his first choice to take shelter from the weather but after days and days of endless rain and trudging through mud it was almost nice to be there

at least he was able to dry his clothes and have a warm meal 

he was surprised to see someone like you there 

surprised but concerned too 

for your wellbeing that is 

every single person in that bar had his eyes on you the minute you moved

Aragorn had too but for entirely different reasons

at least that’s what he told himself

so the minute one of those drunk lads laid a hand on you he was on his feet

knight in shining armor ranger clothes

before he got to you, you had floored and knocked out your assailant, threatening the others they would suffer the same fate if they tried something similar

Aragorn stood frozen in place, completely mesmerized by you

and maybe a tad bit aroused too

the life of a ranger is very lonely after all

you winked at him and left the bar shortly after

Aragorn couldn’t get you out of his head 

but what were the odds he would ever run into you again

he even returned to that godawful place a few times

a guy can hope right

you can imagine his surprise when he saw you in Rivendell

attending the secret council

he was jaw on the floor surprised

he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you

on the outside he was the cool ranger of the north, bringer of Hobbits, inventor of the Sexy But Still Rough Around The Edges Stare™

while on the inside he was  f r e a k i n g  o u t 

because there you were, finally within reach 

but then Frodo had to sacrifice himself 

and Aragorn could not not go with him 

he absolutely lost it when you volunteered as well

there was no way you were going to put your life on the line like that

you scoffed at his remark

wait did he said that out loud?

“I can handle myself just fine.”

Oh he knew that

Flashes of the bar fight filled his mind

it filled something else too 😏

so Aragorn had set himself a second goal  

besides getting Frodo and the ring to Mordor he now vowed to keep you safe as well

and to make you his by the time you would arrive at Mordor

but we all know how smooth that will go do we 

the first few days and weeks it went reasonably well 

you have to read that as ‘he didn’t embarass himself in front of you’

because there was no progress at all on any other front

you seemed to prefer the company of the Hobbits over him or any other member of the fellowship

he tried to make conversation with you every time you walked near him 

A+ for effort

when the Crebain flew over his instinct was to make sure Frodo (and Sam because those two were attached at the hip) was out of sight

after that he searched for you, but Legolas had already pulled you under the bushes with him

surely the feeling in his stomach was the fault of the Lembas bread

because Aragorn doesn’t get jealous

but then the same thing happened in Moria

you weren’t a fan of the dark and claustrophobic mines so he let you walk up front with Gandalf and Frodo near the light of Gandalf’s staff 

with him right behind you of course 

when the Orcs and Troll attacked, he tried to stay near you 

keep an extra eye out for you, driving the Orcs away who were trying to get to you

it was you together with Legolas who defeated the troll, high fiving each other over a job well done

okay fine maybe Aragorn did get jealous this time

like he had done his best to protect you but did you notice?

then when Gandalf fell you surprisingly turned to him for comfort

leaving Legolas, Gimli and Boromir to comfort the Hobbits

take that Leaf Boi

even though it felt really good to hold you, he knew you couldn’t stay there

so he ordered everyone to get going, taking the lead

and then Lothlorien happened

a forest that was both magical and romantic

perfect setting for a love confession right

when he finally got you alone he chickened out at the last moment

because OF cOUrsE

luckily for him you did not

you almost knocked him over in your attempt to kiss him  

he eagerly reciprocated the kiss though

no complaints there

but he also explained that even though he wanted this, the quest and Frodo had to come first

which you respected and understood, but you were also willing to test his resolve 👀

you didn’t tell the others 

but they didn’t need an explanation, it’s not like you two were subtle

he held your hand whenever he could 

Gimli couldn’t help but commenting on it, Aragorn explaining it was to prevent you from falling or tripping

“Lad, you’re sitting down in a boat...”

cue roaring laughter and flushed cheeks on Aragorn

although the fellowship supported your relationship they couldn’t help but tease Aragorn relentlessly

lots of sneaky forehead kisses

during the rest of the quest Aragorn did his best to keep you out of harm’s way 

to your own frustration of course, you weren’t helpless or as fragile as he made you seem

you fought alongside Boromir when Uglúk shot him 

they took Merry and Pippin and dragged you away from Boromir’s body

the one time Aragorn wasn’t at your side and you got kidnapped

you weren’t going to hear the end of this 

needless to say Aragorn was indeed beside himself with worry 

he couldn’t get a break 

first Frodo gone, then Boromir shot and now it seemed he failed his promise to himself

enter brooding Aragorn

but he knew you were brave and could take care of yourself - you had repeated that countless times - so he was sure he was going to find you 

AND HE DID

after three days of running with a dartling Elf and a wheezing Dwarf they bumped into Éomer and his horse gang

before he could ask Éomer if he saw you or the Hobbits, one of his riders jumped off their horse and made a beeline for him 

Legolas notched an arrow and Gimli raised his axe but you simply shoved them aside and threw your arms around Aragorn

relieved kisses 

the hug lasted several minutes until Legolas cleared his throat

oh right... audience

you shared a horse with Aragorn on the way to Edoras

while with King Théoden Aragorn kept an arm around your waist or a hand on the small of your back the entire time

as if he had to make sure you were still there

Éowyn who?

The Battle of Helm’s Deep was torture for Aragorn

he wanted to stay with you but you both knew you would be too distracted by each other 

it took him a while to find you after the battle was won 

few years of his life were lost in panic

but of course you were alright, already helping with the wounded

now it was his turn to sweep you off your feet

quite literally too 

as the quest progressed, it became clear to Aragorn that he had to take up his rightful place as the King of Gondor when the time came 

so during the victory feast after Helm’s Deep he took you outside for a walk

cue comments and whistling from Gimli 

but Aragorn only wanted to talk to you 

to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into if you stayed with him 

were you ready to be the spouse of a King?

of course he made it seem as if he was going to ditch you 

because that man is angst embodied 

everything to keep you safe right?

luckily as soon as it was clear that no, he wasn’t going to ditch you and yes, this was kind of a hastily thrown together proposal in a way, you kissed him saying that as long as you were at his side you were ready for anything

as long as you were together

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