borealiszero

[britneyshakespeare]

sounds like someone’s a little jealous because in. the spring. the wedding bells will ring for johnny and me. johnny and me. birds. will sing. with happiness they’ll bring for johnny and me. johnny and me. 

[patchato]

You should have told me.

(Sanemi x Reader)

TW: Cheating, Angst

I'll be home late.

This was the nth note Sanemi left, just a phrase, nothing else.

As his fiance, it's normal to feel sulky when not told 'I love you' every time he leaves. He always did it back then. Now just feels, different. Somehow.

Hours passed and dinner became cold. I sighed and decided to go to sleep first, he did say he'll be home late. It's been like this for the past 3 months. I ignored it at first since I know he's a hard working man and marriage isn't something to take easy.

We've been engaged for a year. The ring has always brought a smile to my face, especially when I feel down or alone. I sighed and looked at it, I should probably go out tomorrow to have it cleaned. I'll ask for Sanemi's as well.

I looked at the clock while washing the dishes, '10:07' it says.

I pouted, I missed him. Maybe we should go out this saturday. My head thought of the things we can do, I smiled to myself feeling proud. I finished a few more chores and went to bed. The plushie he gave me on our very first date sat on my spot, I held it while slowly drifting to sleep.

My eyes opened and it was still dark. The urge to use the toilet forced me to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and groaned. The time read 5:51 AM, I chuckled. It's like my body knows when to wake up so I can make my future husband his breakfast and lunch.

I turned to look at Sanemi, he was sleeping peacefully. I gave him a light kiss on the cheek, my face scrunched at the smell of alcohol. His colleagues must have dragged him to drink again.

I cooked him eggs, pancakes and made his favourite protein shake. Extra red bean. The shower was already on so I know he's up and getting ready. I sat down waiting for him. His lunch consisted of fresh pickled vegetables, sweet and sour pork along with a pack of chocolates. He may not look like it but he is a big fan of sweets.

Sanemi entered the kitchen and sat down, I perked up watching him eat. He didn't even look at me, it made me feel a little sad. He always compliments my cooking but, he hasn't been doing that these days.

I picked up my fork and started eating myself, I ate slowly as it was still a little early. Going to work earlier and getting home later, it's a little weird if I do think about it. I cleared my head and smiled at him.

"Ah, I have to go." He says looking at his watch. He patted me on the head and proceeded to rush out. I pouted but suddenly remembered I needed his for cleaning.

"Sanemi!" I caught up to him snatching his hand where his ring was. "I'm in a r-", I cut him off by telling him I just needed his ring for cleaning, I looked at his ring finger but it wasn't there. We both stood there, I felt his hand tense and he pulled his hand from mine.

Before I can ask him where it was he pulled the ring out from his bag and handed it to me, "Sorry, I forgot to put it back on last night. I didn't want it to get lost." He smiled and patted my head again. Before I can even say goodbye he was already out.

It feels weird. Why is that?

I shrugged it off and began to get ready to go out after finishing house chores. I texted him that I'll be meeting with some friends for lunch and won't be home for a few hours.

Sure he didn't say he'll be working late but It's better to tell him where I am in case he comes home earlier. I took the rings for cleaning, after that I met my friends and we settled on a cafe near the sea.

We talked about my engagement and what has already been planned. I already picked the bridesmaids and the maid of honor. Everyone was excited until we talked about how I've been lately.

They gave me weird looks and they looked worried. "We don't want you to over think darling but, maybe you should ask his colleagues how he's been at the office." Kanae suggests, the other girls agreed sighing. "Why? I'm sure he's working hard for the wedding." I giggled, "Oh sweet (Y/N)." Shinobu brushes my hair, "You're, too kind for this." She adds. 'Are they saying that he might be out with some other woman?' I thought.

I understood what they're worried about but, I trust Sanemi and I know he loves me. "Thank you for your concern, maybe I'll talk to him soon about it." I answer, I have been thinking about it too but I didn't want to think that way about him. I love him, and with love comes patience and trust.

The meeting ended once their husbands contacted them that they were home. I admit I'm a little jealous, I don't exactly get what they do from their relationship but again, Sanemi is working hard for our future. We all bid our goodbyes and went home.

To my surprise, Sanemi's car is already parked outside the house. I felt excited as it will give me time to tell him that I want to go out this weekend. I unlocked the front house. His shoes were placed messily on the floor. It was weird as he is normally a well organized person. I didn't think any of it and just placed his shoes where it belongs.

I took off mine and began walking upstairs, I felt happy. I can spend time with him. These thoughts instantly vanished when I saw maroon, stiletto shoes which were peeking from inside our bedroom. I don't wear stilettos. 'Maybe it's a gift from him' I thought to myself. I walked closer to the door and that's when it was clear. He brought another woman into our bedroom.

I didn't want to look inside but I stood there looking down while listening to the moans that came from inside our room. I can hear them, making love on the bed we shared. My head was starting to hurt. A tear fell from my eye, then one after the other. I stopped myself from sobbing by covering my mouth. It hurts. It really hurts.

Is this what my mother felt back then? I tried my best not to end up like that. But here I am. I feel stupid, I shouldn't have turned a blind eye to the late nights. Him not wearing his ring. The strong smell of floral perfume on his clothes. He hates floral perfume, he said he loved that I wore vanilla perfume rather than floral. Was he lying? He probably did.

I stepped out and walked to the nearest park and sat down on the bench. I just sat there, thinking of what'll happen now. My face was dry with tears and the headache was still there. The sky began to turn dark but I didn't want to go back to that house. I sent Mitsuri a text that I wanted to talk to her. She responded immediately.

I began my journey to her house, my heart heavy. I don't know what else to think. I played with the ring on my finger, It's slowly starting to look ugly on me. I, don't want it. I took it off and shoved it inside my bag and sighed. The cab arrived at Mitsuri's house. I knocked and Iguro (my brother) greeted me with their daughter, Hana. I greeted them back and kissed the child on her forehead.

'I could've had a family with him', my head was starting to fill up with thoughts again. He invited me in and to my surprise, Giyuu, Genya, Shinobu, Kanae and Kyojuro was also there. I sat down in between Shinobu and Kanae. They stared at me, as if waiting for me to say something. I tried to talk but my tears talked for me. Kanae hugged me and I cried on her shoulder. Small sobs turned to big ones, it felt like I was fighting to breath properly. Shinobu was running my back and the others just watched.

"What's wrong (Y/N)?" Shinobu asks taking my face in her hands, It was hard to talk I stumbled with my words but she knew exactly what I was crying about when she heard 'another woman' from my mouth. They let me cry it out, they comforted me. I can hear my brother cursing in the background.

An hour went by and I began to calm down Mitsuri began to prepare their dinner and it felt like it was best for me to go back home - to that house. "Hey, you can rest here." Mitsuri says, Iguro agreed. "Rest here for the night." He urges me, I smiled and nodded. Grateful that I have such good friends. It made me feel better.

I stared at the sky, thinking of how I'll confront Sanemi tomorrow. I spent another hour crying inside the bedroom once they left me to rest. I'm not sure how to rest with such a stressful thing to think about. Should I think about it? I don't even know anymore.

Before they left, Genya went up to talk to me. His words comforted me, he has always been softer than his older brother.

What's going to happen now? I haven't been working for 1 year due to Sanemi insisting that he work for the both of us, I'm unsure when to live after breaking up with him. I'll make it work. I'm, tired. I fell asleep on the warm bed, this time my body didn't wake up to make breakfast for someone. I slept throughout the night until noon.

I ate breakfast with Iguro and his family, we talked about what to do next after my talk with Sanemi. They offered to live in one of their condominiums that they rent out from up town. I accepted the offer, I'm thankful.

I felt nervous, I feel like throwing up. Iguro dropped me off in front of the house. Sanemi's car was nowhere to be found, God knows where he is. I signed as the anxiety left my body. Iguro said he'll pick me up before sunset so I have enough time to pack my things.

I took out my bags and stuffed them all with my clothes, I didn't touch the dresses Sanemi bought me back then from our anniversary. The jewelry he said looked beautiful on my skin. The plushies, the music box that had the tune of our prom dance. The very night he promised to marry me. It was such a beautiful night, all the memories. The kisses, the night we spent together. All thrown away. I felt like crying again, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to get sick, I need to find a job after this is over.

I heard the front door open, his footsteps echoed through the house. His presence that once brought warmth and comfort now made me feel uncomfortable, it made me want to get away from him.

The bedroom door opened, I turned to him. Our eyes met, he looked tired from who knows what. "You're back." I say, he smelled of that strong perfume again. "Yeah." He replied not looking at me. My chest started to feel tight again and I can feel the tears build up. Did he even wonder where I was last night? Did he try to look for me? Probably not, he didn't even send me a text nor ask my friends if they knew where I was.

"I stayed at Mitsuri's last night." I told him with a sigh, I began to play with my ring once again. I really want to take it off now. "Why?" He asks while he takes off his necktie. The very tie that I used to always do for him. Sadly, I won't be doing anything for him anymore. My eyes wandered to his finger, no ring again. I chuckled to myself which Sanemi seemed to notice. "What's wrong with you?" He asks in an annoyed tone, how dare he? I didn't answer and just stared outside. "You've been real weird lately." He adds, "Am I?" I asked him before looking back down.

I heard him sigh and groan, "Not right now (Y/N). I'm tired." He ruffled his hair and went into the bathroom. The sound of the open shower filled my ear. How should I go about this? Do I just tell him right away? Maybe that would be better. He stayed in the shower for some time, probably clearing his head. What does he have to think of anyway? He's got two women swooning over him. One slaving away and the other squeezed herself in the relationship. I didn't see the woman he was with but I bet she was beautiful. The bathroom door opened revealing a fully clothed Sanemi.

"Sanemi." I called him before he left the bedroom. I can tell he didn't want to be in the room by the way he turned around to face me. It hurt me. He used to look at me in such a loving way, now it's just this. Whatever this is. "Your ring, it's missing again.", that one sentence made his eyes widen and he immediately started to look for it. He grabbed his bag and went through all the pockets. He forgot. He forgot I took it out for cleaning yesterday. I left it on the kitchen counter before I left for Mitsuri's. So he really didn't look for me. How funny. The face he made, the panic in his eyes. It made me laugh a little bit. "What are you laughing about?" He yells. I stopped and stared at him, "It's on the kitchen counter." I answered sighing, I should probably send Iguro a text now. "Why is it there?" He asks confused, "I had it cleaned yesterday. I left it on the kitchen counter when I dropped by yesterday." I answered, "Dropped by?" He looked even more confused. We stared at each other, he really is clueless.

"Shinazugawa, I don't want to be with you anymore."

Sanemi's face softened, he still looks confused. He looked stupid. "Wha-," I cut him off before he can ask, "I know." That one phrase sent him stumbling over the bags on the floor over to me. Seems like he didn't notice it. "(Y/N), please, I'm not..." He tried to form his excuses. "Please don't stop me, I don't have any intentions on hearing your excuses." I sighed. I wanted to cry, but that'll only make me stay with him longer. God knows I'll give in to his pleas if I stay longer.

"No please. I'm sorry. (Y/N)." He pulled me in a hug. I didn't say anything, I let him scramble with his words. His touch made my skin crawl. I began to struggle out of his grasp. It took me a minute to push him away, he's as strong as always. "You already chose your other woman." I say, "You brought her to our bed." I shifted my attention to the bed. Shinazugawa began to caress my face, spouting things that I'm not paying attention to.

"You did such a disgusting thing, Shinazugawa." More pleas and apologies fell from his lying lips. I laughed a little, suddenly remembering the first time I've seen him cry. It was over their family dog. The one their mother left him to take care of. "Why are you laughing..." It was more of him asking himself than me. "I, no longer feel anything towards you." His tears fell faster as he began apologizing again.

"Makes me wonder if I really did love you."

The tears flowing from his eyes didn't stop, he was at the floor now. On his knees, begging me to stay. "Did you even think about me when you brought someone else over." I mumbled, of course he didn't. The image of the man I once loved made my eyes sore. I took off the engagement ring, took his hand stopping him from crying and began to walk out the room. Shinazugawa began to run after me but I didn't give him a chance to pull me back as I opened the door of Iguro's car and locked it. I was finally able to breathe, then the tears came in. My heart hurt seeing him cry. Of course I loved him, I still do even if he did such a horrible thing. I wanted to hurt him too in a way.

He should have told me. We could have talked about it, whether he still felt something for me or if he fell out of love. We could have saved us.

Shinaguzawa was starting to make a scene outside, banging on the car crying all while trying to stop Iguro from taking my things from the house. All my bags we're finally in the car and it was time to leave. Leave everything behind. "Hey.", Iguro calls. He gave me a smile, "You'll be alright."

Yeah, I'll be okay. I smiled back and we drove off. I saw Shinazugawa run after the car. I couldn't help but cry. I wanted to get out of the car and hug him. I don't want him hurting too. But this is for the best. I sent him a text, one last time. Then I blocked him on everything. I wiped my tears and steadied my breathing.

'You should have told me.' Shinazugawa read the text. He couldn't call her anymore. He cried all the way back to his now empty house. He stared at the ring on his hand while cursing at himself. He knew this will be the last time he'll see her.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Femboy slasher Yandere and Darling is giving me brain rot SO BADLY RN. Okay so what if yandere is a playboy, luring in his victims using his oh so perfectly hot body. One day, he goes out late at night to a bar and finds Darling hooking up with some guy. He plans on killing the both of them, but loses them in the crowd. When he finds them again, Darling is gutting the fool who thought that they would ever touch scum like him, and yandere can't help but plan their wedding.

(This could kinda go with what I had in mind so I hope you don't mind me merging the two- Mentions of Murder/Death)

Femboy Slasher Yan + Femboy Murder-Streamer Slasher Darling-

"Looking for some fun?~ Two cuties seeking third partner to celebrate their anniversary with. Location and pictures provided after a few questions. See you soon ;)"

" "You're making this way too easy, love. People might get suspicious."

"Whaaat? No way - ugh, this blows. I wish we could go to our usual spot, but there's too much attention around that area after that last guy you picked...."

"He was being too sweet with you - he had to die...."

"All he did was give me a free drink - on my birthday!"

Yan's Darling is so weird. Instead of movies of grabbing a bite to eat, Darling has a different idea of what the perfect date night is. They're lucky they're so damn cute in red-

Derailing from your ask a little, Yan actually never murdered anyone before he met darling. Robbed them blind and maybe left a few in the hospital, but he never killed anyone far as he knew or cared. He used his looks to lure people in and take everything from them once they were under his spell. One day, he catches word of another cute face frequenting bars and other places Yan chose as his place of business. He couldn't have that. Eventually, Yan locates Darling on the same night Darling is luring some drunk guy behind some dumpsters. Yan heads over, hoping to catch some blackmail he could used to get Darling off his turf, but what he saw behind those dumpsters was not what he was especially to see."

"Hey gang~ Oops, looks like someone's finally feeling the effects of the medicine I put in his drink. We'll have to cut this stream a little short tonight."

Yan watches as the person behind the dumpsters slits the man's throat - blood mixing with white foam bubbling from his lips. The person looks almost identical to the boy Yan had seen early, but now he's wearing some weird make. It doesn't take long for darling to notice Yan. Instead of rushing him, Darling reaches into the man's pocket and pulls out his wallet - throwing it at the other male.

"That's what you wanted, right? I've seen you around here before, but I thought you'd be good bait to lead the police off my scent when this guy here was found... Wanna be friends?"

Yan should run. He should scream - yell for help, but the way Darling is so carefree and nonchalant about their crimes..... It's the hottest thing he's ever witnessed.

Darling tells Yan all about their life. Killing people has always been more of a hobby to them, but somehow they found a community of freaks who'd pay hundreds to see a cute boy like them crack someone's skull open. Better than being stuck as at crappy cashier job in their book. Their first manager would have been their first victim had he not passed away in an accident the same week Darling planned to butcher him.

Darling and Yan quickly come to the agreement that if Yan lures people away, Darling will do the deed. Yan develops more of a crush on darling seeing how much pleasure and glee comes from killing for rhem. Yan is approached by someone who's cautious of their new friend and warns Yan about them. Yan kills their acquaintance in a fit of rage after they express their plans on telling the police about Darling. Yan realizes he hasn't been entirely in it for the money and has developed feelings for Darlings. Feelings he'll protect in any way necessary. Darling is so proud of him. They give him their favorite knife as part of his promotion to becoming their partner. The two become a team who passionately kiss in between disemboweling the poor fool who was stupid enough to answer their online ad.

[almostnugget]

Pretty Gifts

Coriolanus Snow x fem!plus-size!reader

Your husband bought you a dress, but when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror…

word count: 3.2k

warnings: body-image stuff!, vague…whatever the fuck is wrong with coriolanus subtext, allusions to sex, OC!family/family members for reader and their strained relationship, reader has a LAST name but no first name

a/n: GOD. im suffering from a severe level of brainrot for this man and im finally shedding my fear of posting about him so have this VERY self indulgent piece i wrote…ages ago bc there was just. no plus size/curvy reader for this man. Also this was originally written in 3rd person but i changed it to 2nd so hopefully it sounds alright

Since falling in love with his wife—you, Coriolanus Snow has developed a certain proclivity for buying you things. He used to before, but now it's near constant. They can't leave the house without you coming home with a new trinket, a new piece of clothing, new shoes, anything.

But he'll do it when you’re not around just as well. If he sees anything and it makes him think of you or if he thinks it's something you’ll adore, it's nearly a given that he'll buy it.

Especially clothing.

He's had your exact measurements since you’d gotten married and his cousin, Tigris, designed your wedding dress and while those measurements might've fluctuated, he is well acquainted with your size. Which means, Coriolanus Snow is free to buy his wife any clothing he sees fit.

And he does.

You joke that he likes dressing you up like you’re his own little doll, but you never say it with any annoyance. Something is fun about your husband seeing clothing and simply needing to see his wife in it. It's flattering.

Most days, he'll come home after this or that meeting and drop a bag in front of you with a succinct, "I got you something." You smile almost immediately and always say, "You didn't have to," but you both know he will keep doing so.

And usually he'll insist you try it on for him as soon as possible, if not right away. Other times he'll wait, and declare it's the perfect thing to wear to whatever event they have to attend right around the corner, and you take that as a sign to wear it then.

Some days, however, it's you who comes home from an outing with your mother or father, or one of your siblings. You’ll come home and greet your husband as you usually do: all but tackling him in the hallway with a hug and kiss or the more subtle 'hi' and a kiss on the cheek.

He'll pepper a simple 'there's something for you on our bed' into the conversation and you know you’ve received another piece of clothing. Sometimes he won't say anything, but you know that look in his eye.

And eventually you’ll go into your shared bedroom to find whatever new piece of clothing Snow's picked out for you laying out on the bed—an obvious sign you should put it on right away so he can see you in it when he sees you next. And you usually oblige (though sometimes you’ll try it on just for him and then put back on whatever you were wearing, simply for comfort reasons and he doesn't mind because at least he knows now, and it's always better than his imagination).

Today was no different.

The heels of your shoes click against the marble flooring as you walk further into your home, pausing momentarily as you decide whether or not you want to take off your shoes or not. Before you can decide, you call out, "Coryo?"

It doesn't take a moment for his voice to call out, "In here!"

You hurry into the parlor where you spot your husband sat on the small loveseat, book in hand. His head lifts at the sight of you and you waste little time in hurrying over, falling onto the seat beside him and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Hi."

It never fails to make a smile overtake his stoic features and he reaches over, hand pressing into your cheek. "Hello, darling," he whispers and gives you a proper kiss that makes the stress of the day leave both of your bodies.

He pulls away first this time (you swap off), and his brow quirks. "How is your sister?" He asks, thumb still caressing your cheek.

"Normal," you tut, shifting around to lay on the couch, your head landing firmly in his lap. You meet eyes and you smile. "Annoying."

"Better," he remarks, and not even he can hide the satisfied twitch of his lips. You both get a strange thrill whenever the other says something on the edge of mean.

You do love her sister. To an extent.

Geneva Day (née Thorne) is the eldest of the Thorne siblings, seven years your elder, which meant you never spent much time together growing up. Close is not a word to describe you. Especially since, when Geneva learned of Coriolanus' desire to marry the youngest Thorne, she disapproved.

The only ones who knew the marriage started as a sham were the parties involved and your parents, so perhaps Geneva sensed the falsehoods, but in your mind, what right did your sister have to dictate your life? Simply because Geneva had already married? No, you wouldn't have it and you said as much.

But Geneva persisted right up until the wedding when you blatantly told her: "I'm marrying Coriolanus Snow whether you are there or not." And Geneva had no choice but to accept the marriage. Her qualms have lessened with time but you have not yet forgotten about your sister's harsh words towards the man you now love.

"But Cami's ok," you breathe out, sinking further into the couch and your husband's lap, shutting your eyes.

Cami, Camilia Day, is your young niece. While Geneva is on thin ice and probably always will be, you can’t bring yourself to extend the same feelings towards the young girl and in truth, the trip to the park with your sister was more or less just about your niece.

"I played on the swings with her."

"Did you?" Coriolanus asks and although your eyes are shut, you can hear the teasing grin in his voice. "I suppose that means you weren't pushing her?"

Your nose wrinkles. "Cami insisted on pushing herself, I couldn't interfere." Your tone is so matter-of-fact, Coriolanus can only laugh. His fingers twine in the strands of your hair.

"I'm glad you had a good time, dove," he tells you and you hum in response, turning your head to relax more in his lap as he continues stroking your hair.

"I'm just happy to be home."

And Coriolanus never doubts that you mean that.

It's taken him some time to get used to, but his wife genuinely means it when she says she would rather be with him than anywhere else. He used to hate the way his heart would pound when you’d say things like that. Now, he savors the feeling.

Silence passes between you. His fingers continue carding through your lock, his eyes falling back onto the book in his opposite hand, as you lay with your head on his lap.

But eventually, he can no longer help it.

"I got you something."

Your eyes crack open. Your husband's eyes are fixed on his book, but you know he can see you in his periphery because the corner of his mouth twitches upward as soon as you look his way.

"Did you?" You question, unable to hide your own smile for a moment more. Part of you should feel guilty about the way you get constantly doted on, but you can't bring yourself to do so. Still, you say, "You shouldn't have."

"Nonsense," Coriolanus tells you, as he usually does. "It's my job to give you the things you deserve." His eyes finally look down at you. "And you deserve the finest things I can get you."

You stare up at him, mulling between saying something and simply leaning up to mold your mouth to his. You settle for the former. "Then, thank you, my love," you hum, hand reaching up, tips of your fingers running over his cheek.

You know that always gets him, evident by the way his eyes flutter for a moment and you bite back a smile as your hand falls back down.

"I'm assuming it's clothing?" You question and you can tell from the look on his face that it is. But you know it usually is anyway. "I'll try it on later." You shift onto your side, nestling your head further into his lap. "Too comfy to move now."

He laughs, and his fingers continue through your hair. "That's fine. You can wear it for dinner tonight."

The two of you have elected to dine out tonight, if only because it’s been awhile and while love the food you can get at home, restaurants always scratch a certain itch.

And Coriolanus likes showing you off. Sometimes.

You hum in affirmation, content to agree. Once more, silence falls but you’re quick to interject, "Read to me?"

It doesn't matter what he's reading, you like hearing his voice. And as he usually does, Coriolanus obliges, dulcet tones beginning to permeate around the parlor as he reads out the passages of his book for his wife to hear.

You stay that way for a long while until Coriolanus leaves to get some work done in his office and you let him part with a kiss and then settle yourself back onto the couch to relax a while longer.

Eventually, however, with dinner approaching, you head to your shared bedroom. There's a piece of fabric laid out on the bed but you ignore it for now, electing to shower first—whatever clothing you’re meant to wear tonight will look far better if you’re clean, and after a day in the park, the shower feels necessary.

Twenty or so minutes later, you walk back into the room wet hair tied up on your head and a towel wrapped around you as you admire the dress on the edge of the bed. Your eyes light up at the sight of the finery your husband's picked out for you.

Fingers skimming the velvet material, you bite her lip, unable to deny this is exactly the kind of thing you would want to wear.

It's a deep red, almost a wine, made of velvet. The straps are thin, and the top is fitted with corset boning from the looks of it.

Immediately, you move to change, eventually pulling the dress on. It's snug in a comfortable way, not too tight and not too loose. And the skirt is fitted, contouring to your body. It's nice.

You glance at herself in the mirror, satisfied, and move to fix your hair and at least put on a necklace, if nothing more. Makeup too, if only because you don’t want to give the public anything to say about your ‘unkempt’ face.

Coriolanus can only pay off so many people, you’ve found.

By the time you’ve finished getting ready, you flop back on the bed with a content sigh. While you’re excited to show off your new dress, you’re also just hungry for dinner. Whether it’s out or at home, it’ll no doubt be something good, like every night—Coriolanus won’t settle for less, and your mouth waters at the thought.

You know you should head down now, but you pause once more to catch a look at yourself in the full-body mirror that sits in the corner of the room. Your hands skim the skirt, tugging it down your thighs a little when you still.

Your reflection stares back at you for a moment too long. The dress looks gorgeous. The stitching is fine, the design exquisite.

But on you?

Doubts begin to creep in.

The youngest Thorne is by no means skinny. You never have been, but you’ve accepted it. You like your thighs and the way they're on the thicker side. Even your hips are nice, wide perhaps, but nice. At least, so you tell yourself.

But the way the woman in the mirror stared back at you…

Tentatively, you turn to the side.

Most of your dresses, in fact all of them, flare out at the waist. They don't hug your stomach, leaving it hidden underneath the fabric. This dress does the opposite. It hugs your flesh, emphasizing the pouch of fat.

Biting your tongue, you face forward again, unable to miss the way the dress hugs the divots where your hips blend into your thighs. It's all on display. Not an inch is hidden.

Your arms wrap around your midsection and you glance to the door. Coriolanus wants to see you in this. But you can't let him see you, not in this.

It's irrational and you know it. He's seen you in far less clothing and doesn't care, why would he mind the dress? But a little voice in the back of your mind tells you that this dress will simply make him realize.

Grimacing, you sit back on the edge of the bed. Trying to work up the courage to change or go to dinner, you do neither.

Coriolanus is at the dining table, eyes fixed on the doorway in waiting for his wife. All he can hear is the ticking of that incessant grandfather clock in the corner. His hand taps the table and he mentally counts the seconds.

Have you fallen asleep? Is that it?

That's the logical answer, but his mind starts to race with unsavory thoughts about you avoiding him or worse. He bites them back until they leave a bitter taste in his mouth and he leaves the table.

Swiftly, he makes his way to your bedroom and raps his knuckles against the door. "My dear?" He calls through the wood.

Shame wells up inside of you and you swallow it back. "You can come in."

He doesn't waste a second, turning the knob and stepping into the bedroom. Whatever sight he expected to see, he isn't sure, but his wife sat on the edge of the bed completely done-up for dinner yet not moving, isn't what he expected.

"Dove?" He questions, and his unsavory worries start to fade, yet not completely as he shuts the door behind him. "It’s getting late.”

Biting your tongue, you nod, exhaling softly through your nose. "Right," you breathe. "I- I know.”

His gaze narrows for a moment. "Why didn't you come out?" His eyes fix on your attire and his heart thumps. "You're wearing the dress."

"I am."

Your tone. The way you avoid his eyes.

Coriolanus stuff his hands into his trouser pockets and sighs heavily. "You don't like it."

You gasp, eyes meeting his. "No, no, I love it. Coryo, really, it's beautiful," you assure. His head tilts and his eyes narrow again, scrutinizing you now to discern the problem then. It's your turn to sigh. "I don't think the dress likes me."

There's a furrow in his brow as he replies, "It doesn't fit?" That doesn't make sense. He had the dress tailor made to your latest measurements, how could it not fit? Did someone not listen?

"No, I-" Your words bite off and you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. "I...I don't look good in it."

The way Coriolanus looks back at you, you'd think you’d spoke an entirely different language. "What?"

"I don't look good in it, Coryo," you repeat, a little surer.

And now he sees it. His wife is hunched over, one arm wrapped around her middle. The other hand is tugging her skirt down.

For a moment, he says nothing, contemplating how to approach this. Finally, his voice breaks the silence. "Let me see."

The heels on your feet scuff against the carpet and your nose wrinkles. "I don't-"

"No," he says and you know he's serious now, "stand up."

You sigh again and he lets you take a moment, knowing he's asked you to do something you deem terrifying. Eventually though, you stand. Your hands wring in front of you for another long moment, before you let them fall to your sides.

Coriolanus says nothing more, eyes roving slowly over you. He begins to circle you and you feel oddly like prey being sized up by a predator.

He comes to a stop in front of you once more. Trying to avoid his eye, you duck your head but his fingers tilt your head up and your eyes immediately find his cold, icy blue ones.

"You're right," he says flatly. "You don't look good in it." Your eyes widen, and he adds, "You look breathtaking."

He's calling you breathtaking but it's his words that take your breath away. Breathtaking?

"I would never use good to describe you," he continues, his voice a whisper in your ear as he moves behind you. His hands find your waist and he directs you to stand in front of that mirror you found so detestable. "Good doesn't say enough."

"Coryo—"

"I'm not finished," he cuts you off, and you press your lips together. His eyes flit to the mirror in front of them and he notes the antsy look on your face. "What do you see?"

"Me. You."

"What do you see when you look at yourself? Right now?"

You sigh heavily, biting your tongue between your teeth. Your eyes fall to your body, particularly that midsection. You don’t get the words out because Coriolanus slides one of his hands around to press flat against your stomach. He pulls you flush against him.

"Is this the problem?" He asks, voice low in your ear. His other hand falls to your hip. "Is this?"

"Coryo-"

"Don’t."

Your lips press into a thin line. He makes it hard to argue. "Yes. That's the problem." His fingers dance over your stomach in a way that makes you shirk back against his chest.

"I don't see a problem," he whispers against the skin of your neck. He makes it very hard to argue.

You try again. "It's— There's too much."

"Good," her husband growls into your ear, fingers pressing against the flesh of your hip. "More for me to have."

The sensation makes you jolt slightly, a familiar heat crawling up the back of your neck and spreading to your cheeks. You can't even bring yourself to reply, but you don’t have to, because he’s not finished.

"You can think all you want," he begins, and his tone is a touch softer, "but you look ravishing, my dear. Every inch of you was made for me." He leans closer, nose brushing the curve of your neck. "And I love every inch. Not even beautiful begins to describe what you are."

Your expression softens and your hand reaches up to your shoulder, hand pressing into his cheek. "Coryo," you whisper, turning your head to face him. "You mean that."

And it's not a question. Because you believe it. You don’t have to believe anything but him.

"I do," he replies, leaning closer until his nose brushes against yours. "Even when I first saw you, I knew you were the most divine woman I'd ever seen."

A laugh bubbles out of you. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Snow," you tease and it's enough to make him smile as well. Your lips press against his for just a moment before you pull back and ask, just to check, "You really like this dress on me?"

"I do," he repeats, a little more emphatic. "And I'll buy you a dozen more like it to prove it."

Another laugh, one that makes your nose scrunch and your eyes crinkle. "That won't be necessary." Another kiss. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

With a sigh, your hands fall to cover his where they still rest over your stomach and your hip. Squeezing his hands, you glance at your reflection and find that it doesn't look so bad anymore.

"I guess we should head to dinner now," you muse, but you don’t have time to move before Coriolanus is pulling you closer.

His mouth hovers over the space where your neck meets your shoulder and he whispers, the sound somewhere between a purr and a growl, "I want to eat something else first..."

Dinner will have to wait.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi!!! Do you have any fics where aziraphale is famous and crowley's just a "nobody"? preferably without explicit scenes, please :)) thank you so so much <3<3

Hello! We have a #famous aziraphale tag. Here are some fics in which Aziraphale is famous and Crowley is not. I could only find a couple of non-explicit fics, I'm afraid, but I'm pretty sure the smut is minimal/skippable in most of these...

First Thing In The Morning by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale Fell, erstwhile nerd, now successful fantasy author, is signing books at this year’s Heaven and Earth convention when he spots a red-headed man in the crowd. Someone he hasn’t quite been able to forget since his school days. And as luck would have it, Anthony Crowley, former troublemaker, now responsible adult, seems keen to reconnect.

Pride Month and Prejudice by TawnyOwl95 (E)

They say that you should never meet your celebrity crush. Especially when you know what an absolute bastard he is. So, of course, Anthony J. Crowley's participation in a queer adaptation of Pride and Prejudice for Pride Month has nothing to do with the involvement of A-lister A.Z. Fell. Crowley is only doing it so he has some gossip for his column. He didn't mean to get cast as Lizzy Bennet, he certainly didn't mean to be acting opposite Fell's Mr Darcy. And to make matters worse, Fell keeps staring at him...

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos. Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice. …Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E)

Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

Once upon a time by elf_on_the_shelf (E)

‘Hello, my dear.’ Crowley bit his lip for a couple of seconds before he took a deep breath and just went with it. ‘Would you like to go for a coffee sometime?’ There was silence at the other end. Oh shit. ‘That was my friend messing around with my phone…?’ ‘You do realise that only works over text.’ ‘Myeah.’ Why was he like this? He had wanted to kill Bea for doing the same thing and yet here he was, doing the thing. At Bea’s behest, mind you. ‘I would love to go for coffee. Oh, and cake!’ Aziraphale is a very rich and successful writer. Crowley is at the worst possible moment of his life - living off Bee's couch and posting his mum's fairy tales on some random sites only to be ignored by everyone except one random person simply called A. This is a story about how both of our main protagonists get over the ghosts of their pasts, learn to work together and maybe - just maybe - fall in love in the process. Not to mention that all of the characters that we love (hate - looking at you, Gabe) make an appearance.

The Infernal Bodyguard by Santillatron (M)

Alistair Zira Fell is a popular author. Loved by everyone he meets. Well, almost everyone. Someone is trying to hurt him, and right now, he needs a bodyguard. Anthony J. Crowley is the best, although he doesn't work with celebrities. He has three rules. He never gets too close, never stays once the job is done, and Never Gets Involved. But this isn't a thriller. This, is a love story.

- Mod D

[patheticbabie]

oh my god, literally on my knees for kindergarten teacher! dick grayson, you genius

he's got the fun class, his class is always up for mischief 

all you hear if you walk past his classroom, is little giggles from his students

whenever it's one of his students birthday's, he'll always have a gift ready for them

his kiddos love story time, because as I quote "Mr Grayson does the funniest voices"

now the first time you met him, is when your daughter Lily is a new student (moving to a new city is daunting for a little girl and her single mum)

being the new kid is daunting, let alone when you're in kindergarten, but Dick made sure to make sure she's welcomed into his class

he has a special lolly jar for when the kiddos get rewarded for something good

he figured that's a sure way to get her to be less shy

at the end of the school day, she was all smiles and giggles. Bouncing on the spot near Dick, while seeing you walk towards the two of them

Dick's eyes widen as he first saw you, you literally took his breath away

when you bent down to your daughters level and smothered her in kisses while hugging her, he couldn't help but melt and smile at the scene

"Lily made a lot of friends and just between you and me, I kind of got her to open up with some lollies"

finally looking up, you were greeted with the most dashing smile and ocean blue eyes that gazed at you softly. This man was downright pretty

both of you trying to keep your composure, as you both looked at each other

introducing each other with soft smiles and a handshake, you both swore you felt an electric zap run through you as your fingers touched

from there you always made sure to arrive at least 10mins early for after school pick up time, just to get the chance to talk to him

it starts out with small things, asking how about each others day, funny things that happened in his class, to asking what's happening on the weekend

one day, when you were dropping Lily off to her class, she handed you a small bunch of lilies, slyly saying it's for Mr. Grayson. As you watch her run to her friends and giggle (our little matchmaker)

walking up to Dick, you tapped his shoulder, and once again you're mesmerised by those blue eyes

"...are those for me?"

shyly nodding and handing him the flowers "Lilies, because well I guess you can tell they're my favourite because of Lily"

hearing that laugh instantly made you feel warm, wanting nothing more than to always hear it, every morning and every night

it wasn't until the end of the school week that Dick finally got the courage to ask you out

the classic, dinner, movie and the late night dessert spot

you two sitting across from each other in the booth at the ice cream shop, his eyes are sparkling as he listens to you

leaning across from the table, he reached for the little bit of whipped cream on the corner of your lips

"....there...." he whispered as he licked the whipped cream off his thumb

your breath hitched as you watched him

"Dick....?"

"Yeah sweetheart?"

"Kiss me"

your first kiss was as sweet as the ice cream, soft but delicate

it's 3 months when he asked you to be official, of course with the help of Lily

the moment you two told her, she couldn't help but giggle and say confidently "you're welcome, can I be the flower girl for the wedding?"

you both said I love you during a quiet night where he spent the night at your place, cuddling and talking about whatever came to mind

when you have a day off, you stop by his classroom and have lunch together

a lot of sneaky make out sessions (it's hard when you have a 5 year old in the apartment)

the night when Lily is with her grandma, that's when you and Dick had a romantic dinner, he cooked. With you distracting him with kisses on his neck, a few pecks and hands roaming under his shirt

he was soft and gentle when you two made love for the first time

[bluegalaxygirl]

Celestial Wedding (ZoLu X Reader) P4

Plot: Reader gets taken as revenge for Luffy and Zoro's defiance against the Celestial Dragons, they were just going to kill her to make an example but now theres a wedding????.

Warning: Bad language, blood, Violence, kidnapping, forced marriage and salivary.

Thank you to @herwritingartcowboy for the suggestion. Reader is Female and a gunslinger, Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

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Your skin was scrubbed clean to the point of it hurting, the skin on your arms starting to split a little with the ruff sponge and scrub they where using. You couldn't hate the two girls since they were just doing as they where told, and they would whisper apologies when you would hiss slightly in pain, helping you out the tub the two girls help dry you off and put you in pink shorts and bra, they brushed your hair and tied it back up before placing the cuffs back on your wrists. You hated the feeling of eyes on you mainly form the guard standing in front of the door, you couldn't see his face but you could tell he was looking at something on you, it made your heart race wondering what he's looking at and why. The guard form outside knocks on the door before opening it not waiting for an answer "The masters want to see you now" The guard states holding the door open and waiting for you and the two girls to walk out, following the guard you walk with the two girls, they haven't said much to you this whole time and a part of you hoped they would have talked to you more. The only voices you've heard so far are those who want to hurt you, it would be nice to hear someone who has no ill intent. Entering a large dinning room the guards and slaves bow to the three Dragons sitting at the table eating a large feast, you bow too copying the two girls "Much better" Rosward calls out after finishing his bite of food and holding his glass out for one of his servants to fill it back up. As the two girls stand back up you follow scanning the room with your eyes to see servants lining the walls waiting for orders along with guards.

The three Dragons sitting around the long white table stare at you, Rosward at the head of the table while his two children sit on either side of him. Charlos looks you up and down while taking a big bite of meat while his sister, Shalria sits across form him sipping on her crystal glass of wine "Are you sure about this farther? I don't want a lower life form to be a part of our family tree - su" The woman keeps her head high as she speaks seeming disgusted by the thought alone while her brother laughs out rubbing his runny nose "She'll be just like my other wives, The wedding is just a show, right farther?" Charlos smiles looking at his farther who nods sipping on his wine "Correct" Rosward answers seeming to make his son happy only to spot something on you making him frown and slam his glass down on the table. You jump along with some of the slaves not sure of what the dragon is angry at and what he'll do "What is that?" Rosward glares at your thigh as his voice grows with anger, his two kids look from their farther to you soon spotting what he's seeing. You now know why people have been looking at you ever since your legs have been showing, the straw hat tattoo on your thigh, your heart races wondering what there going to do or say. "We'll we can't have that" Shalria smiles standing out of her seat and making her way over to you, panic hits you as you try to step back only for the two girls next to you to grab your arms.

The female dragon glares at you grabbing your face in her hand "Don't you dare step away from me" The woman growls only for her farther to stand out of his chair, the sudden action making his daughter turn to look at him "Not her face" The man sighs seeing his daughter pout a little but agreeing letting your face go "Or her back and chest, i know the dress i want for her and i don't want scars showing on the day" Rosward sits back down going back his meal as his son frowns, it seemed he wanted to pick out your dress but knowing the man it would most likely only be some shorts and a top, the young dragon seemed to like his wives showing a lot of skin. Shalria's laugh breaks you out of your thoughts noticing she's now by the end of the table picking up a sharp knife "Pin her down" She pats the table and steps away as some of her male servants walk over and grab you, you try to get away but the men are strong and with the drugs still in your system you don't have a lot of energy to fight. Being slammed onto the table the slaves pin you down, two holding your legs and two holding your arms, you struggle trying to kick them away, but they stay put using their weight to keep you there. Shalria grins as she steps closer running her hand over the tattoo on your thigh "No please" You call out as tears start to form in your eyes, its the first time you've talked since being here but it seems to make the three dragons happy hearing you plead and beg for them not to hurt you.

Shalria presses the tip of the knife to your thigh hearing you cry and beg for her not to do it, but she just smiles slicing your skin around the tattoo. The pain was unlike anything you've ever felt before, not only physical but also emotional, you got the tattoo because the crew means so much to you and you were loyal to them and them only but now it was being ripped away. Tears stream down your face as you scream out in pain and sadness the knife slicing under your skin to remove the tattoo from your thigh "She has a pretty scream" Charlos picks his running nose as he watches you scream and cry, his sister puts the knife down and places the piece of skin on a plate before holding her hands out. As you continue to sob on the table a slave walks over and wipes her hands clean of your blood while she looks over her work. "Much better" She comments walking around the table to sit back in her seat and drink her wine seeming very pleased with herself while her father snaps his fingers, the slaves let you go as two guards grab you and help you off the table "Fix her up and take her to the dress maker" Rosward orders his guards who nod supporting your weight as they walk you out the room "Farther can i have a say in the dress?" Charlos looks at his farther seeming to pick up the courage to ask his farther who simply sighs and nods, a big smile appears on his sons face who looks over at his eight wives all standing in a corner "Go with them, make sure the dress is pink and almost see through" His wives bow to him and walk after you and the two guards.

Making it back to the Docks was hard for Zoro and Luffy mainly because both of them where lost but luckily they came across Robin who was talking to a tied up marine "Robin" Luffy calls out running over to her with Zoro in toe "There you two are. We gathered a few but none of them seem to know where Y/n is" She smiles at them stepping away form the marine "We know where she is" The captain stops in front of the black haired woman who looks at him concerned since he doesn't have his usual big smile on his face "There's a lot to explain later, but we need to go now" Zoro states placing his hand on Luffy's shoulder who nods "We're heading to the red line, that's where Y/N is" The woman nods at her captains orders and leads the two back to the docks where the Sunny is now docked. It takes a few minutes to get everyone on the ship and head off but with Nami and Franky sensing the two's urgency they got away form the small island much faster. The navigator yelled orders as Franky set up the ship for a Coup de Burst, so they could get to the red line quicker, the crew became more and more worried as the ship took off wondering why you were taken back to the red line and the enraged look on their captain's and swordsman's face. "Hold on" Franky yells out near the wheel of the ship getting ready to press the button once everyone is holding onto something "Coup de Burst" The cyborg yells pushing the button launching the Sunny out of the water and into the air.

With the Sunny at full speed and back on the water Sanji hands out drinks to the crew as they all sit on the grassy deck, Zoro and Luffy told the crew what they knew trying not lash out in anger at the situation. "What? They can't do that" Chopper yells jumping up form his spot on the floor "Their celestial dragon's they can do whatever they want" Nami glares down at the cup in her hands anger taking over her, its bad enough that your a slave to those monsters but now ones marrying you as a show of power. Robin places a hand on her shoulder feeling saddened by the news, but she knew you were a fighter, and they would get you back. "Those bastards, how dare they. Oh, my sweet Y/N its going to be ok, your prince charming will come to save you" Sanji cry's out holding his hands to his heart swaying a little making Zoro growl, it only took one thing to throw the swordsman over the edge and the cook just stepped too far "I told you to cut that crap" The swordsman stands placing a hand on his sword "How many times have i told you, stupid cook?" Sanji jumps a little and growls at the green haired man stepping closer, he didn't want to start a fight, but he can't help it when Zoro yells at him like that "Hay man i just care about her thats all" The cook yells back the two getting in each others faces "Guys stop this isn't helping" Nami yells at the two as Usopp walks over to Luffy and sits next to him.

The sniper puts an arm around his captain trying to comfort his angry and slightly shaking friend, "We'll get her back, at this speed we'll make it there in time" Luffy sighs and looks at his friend with a small smile and a nod "I can't wait to punch that guy in the face again" The captain laughs a little while punching his fist into his hand making the sniper crack a smile. "Guys i said stop" The two are brought out of their conversation by Nami yelling at Zoro and Sanji who are kicking and punching each other "Knock it off moss head, i just care about her" Sanji yells dodging a punch and trying to get away form the very angry swordsman "I said cut that crap, you know how i hate it when you fawn over her. Its bad enough those assholes have her but now your making comments too" Zoro yells grabbing Sanji by the shirt and shoving him into the wall, the cook stares with wide eyes watching the swordsman's eye tear up a little. Luffy stands and tilts his hat down before walking over to the two prying Zoro's hand off Sanji and lightly pushing the swordsman away. The swordsman didn't put up a fight and stepped back his hands gripping his swords but had no intention of pulling them out. "This isn't helping." The captain states keeping his head down as he stands in between the two, Sanji nods and looks away while Zoro's eye's shift to the ground.

The tension was still thick everyone waiting with baited breath for something to happen, Zoro made the first move turning and walking up the steps to the kitchen "I need a drink" The swordsman groans walking into the kitchen and slamming the door closed. The crew lets out a collective sigh of relief now that the moment was over, "I'm sorry" Sanji sighs lighting up a cigarette as he looks at Luffy who's eyes are still covered as he looks at the ground. The captain simply nods before heading up the stairs and into the kitchen knowing he needed to have a talk with his first mate, Its normal for Sanji and Zoro to fight but this was different , Luffy could see the hurt and rage in the swordsman. Robin stands and takes Nami's hand as she watches the kitchen door close behind Luffy "We should get everything ready for tomorrow and get an early night" Robin's calming voice brings everyone back down to earth and nod heading off in order to get their weapons or the ship ready but Sanji stayed leaning against the wall smocking his cigarette trying to calm down from what just happened. Zoro downed another bottle while standing in the kitchen, he needed to take his mind off things for a second in order to calm down but all he could think of was a stiff drink. The swordsman sighs hearing the door open but upon feeling Luffy's aura he relaxes a bit glad that its not the cook, placing the empty bottle down along with the others he grabs another and pops off the top "Zoro" Luffy's voice soon calls out from behind the swordsman, but he can't bring himself to turn around and look at his captain.

Zoro knew the captain must be angry with him for the way he acted and didn't want to see the sad or angry face of the man he loved, at least not right now. "I'm sorry Luffy" Zoro sighs downing his drink, Luffy steps closer moving around the swordsman and leaning against the counter now able to see his face, tear stains on his red cheeks and a slightly blood shot eye. Its very rare for Zoro to cry and it broke the captain a little "I'm not mad, just wanted to see if your ok" Luffy leans a little closer as the green haired man slams the now empty bottle down but keeping a tight grip on it "I'm fi-" the swordsman goes to say but stops himself his hand loosening on the bottle as his eye finally looks over to Luffy, the two stared at each other for a minute until Luffy wraps his arms around the swordsman burying his head into the mans chest "I miss her too" The captain lets a few tears fall as he grips onto the back of Zoro's shirt, with a shaky sigh Zoro hugs back running his hands up and down his lovers back "It hurts Zo" Luffy looks up tears running down his face making Zoro's eyes soften and lean closer while wiping some of the tears away "I know... i feel it too" The two no longer feeling alone in their feelings hold each other close letting their emotions show even though Zoro try's to hold back as much as he can but soon caves in burying his head into Luffy's neck who starts rubbing his back. "We'll get her back so don't worry" The swordsman whispers into Luffy's neck trying to reassure the both of them "We will Zo. i promise" The captain says back placing a kiss on Zoro's shoulder who returns it with a kiss on the captains neck.

Your leg was bandaged up and the blood washed form you leg but the pain was still there even though your heart and body felt numb, a part of you felt so empty as the old dress maker measured you and pressed different shades of pink cloth to your skin. The other girls in the room watches sitting together on a sofa with vials covering their faces, they told the dress maker what Charlos told them and it made your skin crawl. "All done, your dress will be ready in the morning, congratulations" The dress maker smiles walking out the room the guards following her and locking the door behind them, why would she say that? Congratulations? For what getting married to the most disgusting, Arrogant and cruel man in the whole world? One of the girls stands and walks over lightly touching your hand as you stand in the middle of the room "Come sit" Her soft voice calls out as her hand takes yours and walks you over to the sofa helping you sit down. "Its over now" She whispers pulling her vale up so you can see her face, the other girls do the same moving closer to you so the eight women can hold each other. You felt a little bit of comfort as the girls hugged and tried to tell you I'll be ok, you know things won't be ok but you appreciate their kindness and effort. "What are your names" You finally speak some of the girls tearing up a bit, the girl who walked you over takes your head and lays it on her shoulder stroking your hair "It doesn't matter" she whispers with a sad voice.

You shake your head and lift it up form her shoulder now getting a good look at the girls, their either wearing blue or pink belly dancer outfits with long hair and very skinny waist's "It does to me" Your words seem to cut deep for one girl who breaks down crying being comforted by one of the other girls trying to shush her "You'll learn that they never use our names here so there's no point in telling you" Another girl speaks up gritting her teeth and looking away from you but you reach over and take her hand "It doesn't matter what they do or think... I'm Y/N and want to call you by your names" you state looking over the girls who seem to take a second to think about your words "Sakura" You look at the girl next to who helped you before, she smiles a little as her eyes meet your, smiling back you take her hand in yours "It's nice to meet you Sakura" the girl tears up at the sound of her own name and quickly hugs you slightly crying into your shoulder. "I'm Emi" The girl crying soon wipes her tears away and looks up at you with a small smile, the other girls decide to tell you their names too, Rin, Claire, Marie, Lina, Kashvi and Jae. You greet all of them hoping for once that they feel seen and acknowledged, they all seemed so sweet even though they've been through hell, At that moment you decided that when you leave they will be coming with you, their not going to suffer anymore.

[somebluemelodies]

in honor of my one year ✨blogiversary✨ if you will, as well as, consequently, one year of my beloved lil royals au, here's a little (read: accidentally a smidge long) something something with our favorite prince and guard :> feel free to read the rest of the royals au here <3

Roier doesn't understand the idea of traditions.

Well, he does, to an extent, but the fact of the matter is that he, truthfully, doesn't care about traditions.

He doesn't care for anything about the life of royalty, really, and would much rather run away with his beloved to live in a cozy cabin outside of the kingdom, getting eloped to an audience of no one but themselves and whoever's ordained to marry them, but alas, he can't get everything he wants.

No, he'll just break the rules set tradition instead.

Tradition says Roier isn't supposed to see Cellbit the night before their wedding, and his parents stationed two guards outside his room to make sure he doesn't leave.

Roier laughs at the fact they forget he always escapes through his window, anyway, and the fact they thought he could be left devoid of quality time with his beloved.

Besides, tradition says he's supposed to marry another member of the actual royal class, and, well, he let that concept go months ago.

(Apparently, guards don't count. Apparently, Cellbit especially doesn't count. Oh, well.)

(If his parents could marry who they loved, so can he.)

He knows where he's going. They set a meeting spot hours ago. Their spot. He'll miss being able to do this so much when he's king - when they're kings - but at least he won't have to go sneaking out to spend time with his husband.

(Husband. Husband.)

(His heart races at the prospect, warmth igniting his veins. Husband.)

So, this is what it feels like to be lucky.

...

Cellbit has heard the townspeople talk.

He's overheard it from the townspeople, hell, he's even overheard it from some of the guards themselves.

He's not supposed to be on the throne. He's supposed to be beside it. Guards aren't supposed to become proper royalty, let alone a king. That isn't tradition. Guards aren't supposed to marry their princes. That isn't tradition.

The personal guard has heard the words tradition and unusual and improper so many times that they're starting to not sound like real words anymore.

And it makes him worry a little, admittedly.

(Not for himself. Never for himself.)

(It's Roier he's worried about.)

Cellbit knows he got lucky becoming a guard in this kingdom, let alone Roier's personal guard. It certainly wasn't his unknown background that got him these positions, it was purely dependent on skill.

(If they knew who he truly was, he'd have been marched to the guillotine months ago. He wouldn't be here.)

Cellbit knows traditions. And he's fairly certain he doesn't fit a single one of them. By marrying Roier, marrying into a family that's always been so keen at upholding traditions, he knows the prince's image is at stake.

(Roier might not care about it, but Cellbit does.)

(He might not be a guard for much longer, but he always will be at heart. He swore to protect the prince with his life, and he will fulfill that to his last breath.)

He wonders if Roier made the right decision, abandoning his arranged marriage and choosing him, instead. Emotionally-speaking, certainly, but logistically...

Tradition getting thrown to the wayside typically doesn't bode well. The embodiment of everything tradition isn't taking its place? Well...

Cellbit holds onto the fact that Roier chose him anyway, throwing care to the wind and rekindling the dying embers because he loves just that intensely, and trusts that everything will be okay.

They will be okay.

(Even if the townspeople don't like him after this marriage, it doesn't matter. Roier likes him. Roier loves him, enough to drop it all in a heartbeat just for him. Just so they can be together. How?)

(He has the whole world right beside him; he doesn't need anything else. How can someone love so much?)

The storm of thoughts assailing his mind are brought to a grinding halt by a hand grasping his arm. Startled, he turns, but the surprise melts into a fluttery excitement when the moonlight illuminates his prince's presence, and he can't control the way his heart starts to hammer against his chest.

(Beautiful. Ethereal.)

(He wonders how he used to be so stoic around Roier, used to go to sleep without seeing soft brown eyes and a saccharine smile and--)

You're staring, gatinho.

Roier's laugh draws heat up the back of his neck, and he fumbles for a response that won't make him look stupid. Is staring at beautiful art suddenly a crime, guapito?

The prince shakes his head fondly, reorientating himself so he can cradle Cellbit's face in both of his hands. Ya, mi amor. Come here.

He pulls his face closer, pressing their lips together, and he feels gloved hands on his waist close any remaining space between their bodies by pulling him flush against the guard's chest.

(It's almost disorientating, feeling like they could burst. Feeling like the flames could burn them from the inside out.)

(It's addictive. It's love. How could they have come so close to giving this up?)

They only pull apart when oxygen demands it, and even then, Roier chases him for another brief kiss before taking a real moment to breathe.

Their foreheads press together, breathing in each other, the serenity that comes with their nights under the moon. And then, the prince is smiling again, a knowing curve of his lips. Mañana, eh?

It's Cellbit's turn to smile, holding him a little tighter at the words. Amanhã, meu príncipe.

(Everything changes tomorrow.)

(Tradition is useless, anyway.)

[artemis-fowl-incident-report]

AU time: what if Root had survived?

Hahah I want everyone to suffer today. This is a break down, book by book, of an alternate universe story for "if Root had survived".

Opal Deception: In the seconds before Opal's bomb exploded, Root managed to find a weakness in one of the restraints binding it to him. He managed to subtly take out his combat knife, slicing the arm and throwing the bomb away from him as it exploded and Holly flew away, truly believing he was dead. For the rest of that book, Root is in critical condition, severe burns all the way down his left side and one arm missing below his elbow.

At the end of the Opal Deception, the Fowl team defeats Opal, gets taken down to Haven, but just as Ark Sool is on his rant Root comes out and screams "You tried to murder my officer!" . Holly is so shocked she ligit collapses. In the end, Holly gets exonerated for the situation but takes a leave of absence, since everything that happened kind of proved to her that the LEP did not have her back when she needed them and were willing to throw her under the bus at the first opportunity. She goes to work part time with Mulch as a PI, and Root has to go on an extended medical leave for his injuries.

Lost Colony: Same as before, Artemis is up to some demonic BS, and Holly gets roped in by Section 8 to help. Root, mean while, realises he's no longer the right person to be commander of the LEP and has thus retired, being granted a spot on the council. The other council members assumed, however, that Root would merely see this as a pension and leave the governing to them. NOPE. Our man has some major changes he wants to implement and he is doing so LOUDLY.

He's also become regular drinking buddies with Mulch, and although they still have their differences, they have a much stronger respect for one another.

Through the adventure we cut back to him having to smooth things over with the council to help Artemis and Holly, making deals to get them and the demons the help they need.

After the time skip to Hybras, they come back to find that Root is head of the council, and the fairy people are thriving under his leadership. Although his belief in the LEP being able to solve all the crime in Haven by brute strength alone is a little concerning. He was also Foaly's best man at his wedding since Holly couldn't be there. And visits Butler on the surface for weeks at a time, since as much as Butler is waiting for Artemis, Root is waiting for Holly. And Butler makes him promise that, if he dies before Artemis and Holly return, that he'll keep up the watch for them.

Time Paradox: Much of this books plot is the same, with the slight tweek that Root comes to the surface with the LEP once its revealed that Opal is behind it all. He now has a bit of a chip on his shoulder about her, seeing her less as an opportunistic pest, and more an evil he will do anything in his power to stomp out.

Atlantis Complex: Root attends Artemis's arctic summit with everyone else, and witnesses the Mars Probes attack. He is very torn up about Vinyaya's death, and does his best to keep everyone safe using the various gadgets Foaly built into his prosthetic arm. Once Orion turns up, Root is put in charge of keeping him entertained (so Holly doesn't strangle the poor boy) by recounting elements of the reign of King Frond and his battle strategies.

He is distraught once he learns about what his brother is doing, and is the first to suggest that they hunt him down. While they travel, he gives Artemis his prosthetic arm to repair so he has something to focus on other than his own mental breakdown (how considerate). Root tries his best to calm down his brother when they find him, but can't. And that fact, along with Turnball and Elanor's sacrifice for everyone in the hospital, will haunt him for the rest of his life.

Last Guardian: Through out the last guardian, Root is determined to stop Opal, giving Artemis, Holly, and Butler access to his personal security clearance so they can cut through all the red tape and get to the surface as quickly as possible.

While they're top side, Root jumps in Foaly's van to help rescue Caballine, narrowly escaping the time stop field as it closes over the goblins.

When they hear about Artemis's death, Root insists that the council hold a Haven wide memorial for the boy who saved them. He's far more choked up about it then people thought he would be, so much so that Holly and Foaly actually tell him about the clone they're growing. Root insists on helping, even going so far as to give up a whole room in his house for them to grow the clone Artemis in, since it's safer then keeping it in a storage unit. Besides, the mud boy needs someone to keep him company. He is right there with them on the day they bring Artemis back, and personally takes it upon himself to explain everything to his parents so they don't freak out.

Overall I could see Root becoming a much mellower person as the series continued, realising there is far more to the world then the military life he had clung onto for so long, and realising there were still many ways he could help the People.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for not doing more to stop my friends' plan to sabotage someone?

Gonna be pretty long, apologies.

Recently, my (28M) best friend (24M) returned from a few months' work trip (he's a sailor). He's (we'll call him 'D') never really liked the first mate of the ship he works on ('E'), because E is just 19, and the owner of the trading company they work for absolutely loves him. The kid also happens to be my downstairs neighbor, and I've always had a soft spot for him, but I always play along and let D vent about him.

The first thing D did when he got back was meet up with me, as always, so we went to get some drinks and catch up. And as we were talking, this other guy I know walked by looking absolutely miserable. He'll be 'F' (M, early 20's). I invited him over to our table, and asked what was going on. Apparently, E had just finalized wedding plans with his fiancee, someone who F has made no secret of being in love with, and that was getting to him.

Now, I'll admit, I'm a heavy drinker, and I was already a bit more than tipsy at this point. That'll be relevant. So, D and F get to complaining between themselves about E, and they're getting really deep into it. At one point, D starts telling F about some shady stuff that E got involved in on behalf of the captain of their ship, who'd passed away during this mission - making E the new captain, which was also bugging D quite a bit. And he's saying something about reporting E for treason, and going so far as to write up a letter.

So, I usually don't protest when they're talking bad about E, but this seemed a little much. I told them to knock it off, but D assured me they weren't actually serious, poured me another glass of wine, and crumpled up the letter and tossed it away. After that, I pretty much didn't think anything else of it, since we started talking about something else, and I was very drunk.

Here's where the problem happens, at the wedding feast for E and his fiancee.

In the middle of the party, it gets crashed by a whole bunch of police, who arrest E. And D, who I came there with, takes me aside before I can step in, because I realized that F must have picked that letter back up and actually sent it. But D told me that it would all blow over, and it would just complicate things if I involved myself. And I trusted him.

But it's been days now, with no word of any kind, and everyone's been extremely worried. I'm absolutely crushed, because it's starting to look like I could have prevented all of this. AITA for my inaction? I really thought I was picking the best option.

[eirenical]

I've been struggling to figure out how to make this post, or even if I want to, for days now.

In Jewish traditions, we're all too well aware that within each celebration of joy, there is potential for sorrow. That each moment of happiness comes with the risk of pain, the reminder of pain. It's why we break a glass at a wedding.

At a funeral we rend our clothes.

Or in modern times, a symbolic ribbon.

This is to show that with the loss of this person, there has forever been a hole torn in the fabric of your life. A hole that can never again be mended.

On Tuesday, I lost my Uncle.

Most of you probably have a certain image in your mind when you think of the word "Uncle." Someone you see at holidays or a few times a year. Maybe they send you a card for your birthday or show up with a gift.

That's not who my Uncle was to me.

He wasn't an "uncle" the way most people think of an uncle. He was my third parent for my entire life. For almost 45 years. And for the last decade and a half, I lived with him, shared his home, squabbled with him like only an adult daughter can, and was there for him when he needed me, just like he's always been here for me when I needed him.

I feel like there's been a hole torn through the center of my life and all I can process are the empty places, so many empty places, where he stood, larger than life for so many years and where he just ISN'T anymore.

I still look downstairs when I wake up at 5 to see if the light is on in the kitchen to know if he's awake... and it's not on.

I still look down the hallway to the den when I come downstairs to see if he's reading on the couch or at the computer and he isn't there.

I still look to see if he already turned the outside light on at night before going over to my parents' for dinner.

I still try to tell him there's a brie thief in the house whenever I steal some of his brie for breakfast because I know it makes him happy to know I like what he likes.

I still try to check to see if he has books to return to the library when I go to return mine.

I can't go downstairs in the middle of the night to get a drink, because I know he won't be awake at 1 AM to catch me and complain about how he can't sleep and how I should be sleeping.

I burst into tears when I took his "#1 Uncle" mug out of the dishwasher the other night, knowing he'll never use it again.

Yesterday my nephew said to me "Can we go to your house and get more noodles for soup?" and I almost fucking cried because it's not my house, it's HIS house and I just live here.

And then my niece sat down on the floor in MY spot while I was sitting in HIS chair and leaned her head back against my hand for head rubs just like I used to do to HIM and I guess that my thing now, and I don't even know how to PROCESS THAT because he was the best of ALL of us and his shoes are way too big for me to fill, but my niece and nephew need me to fill them as best I can, and I'm going to be rattling around in them for decades before I even get close to being a FRACTION of who he was.

I don't know how to do this.

...it's only been four days.

I miss him.

I want him back.

:'(

[oswaldsleftbicep]

I thought someone would’ve asked already, but can you complete the “married life” series with the angels please? Thanks <3

married life with mikael, ricardo, & noel

the long awaited finale to the married life series! gotta be one of the sweetest things i've written :,)

genre: fluff

cw: language, nsfw innuendo in ricardo's part

Mikael

❧ the finances would be split 50/50,,, in theory at least. he ends up actually paying for more stuff despite him not really,, having a job? he's got a side hustle that allows him to stay at home while still bringing in the big bucks, it's insane and i'm jealous

❧ that being said, he's a big homebody and doesn't much enjoy running errands. if you want him to go grocery shopping with you you'll have to ask him relentlessly and have it planned days in advance. either way, he lets you use his card and says you can get yourself a treat while you're out so it's okay lol

❧ omg he doesn't clean either, you have to lowkey train him to clean. it starts small with having him help you fold laundry or do some light dusting. did he complain? yes. but did he grow to see the domesticity of it all? yes.

❧ he much prefers to help you out with the cooking. he's so used to having someone make food for him, so actually working through a recipe is a refreshing challenge for him; just be careful tho, he can be impatient and will sneak bites of ingredients and from the dish as it's being prepared

❧ he's a secret romantic at heart, so you can bet he will not give up on dates and anniversaries once y'all are married. most of these events are held within your home, so expect flowers and spa nights, but there's also plenty of fancy dinners out or late night picnics under the stars. he researches upcoming astronomical events and y'all will travel to go see them; he'll keep a photo album/scrapbook full of these trips with pictures of the stars that night along with a photo of the two of you and little mementos from the area

❧ mikael is kinda indifferent on having children as he's always seen it as something expected of him, but something he's never seen himself doing. so, like most of the boys, having kids is a big conversation that's to be had

❧ he has the same indifference with having pets; he doesn't particularly want one, but doesn't loathe the idea. so when you decide to sneak one in, he'll pretend to hate it at first, but ends up growing the biggest soft spot for it and will spoil the ever loving hell out of the creature

❧ assuming he doesn't live in his castle, he wants a fairly large modern house with lots of open space and a clean, bright interior. he's got expensive taste and it takes forever to find a house for the two of you. he wants to keep a certain aesthetic with his decor, very clean and minimalistic

❧ but overtime, you start to add some of your own picks to the place, like pictures and fun art and pointless decorations, and he's like "wtf how did this get here??" but as soon as he realizes it was you, he feels a warmth overtake him, and it really hits him, "this is our home"

Ricardo

❧ he's also want to go 50/50 with the finances, but purely because he does not want to pay for anything, yet he would feel incredibly immasculated if he let his partner pay for everything all the time, regardless of their gender

❧ his disdain for spending money comes in handy tho, and he's pretty good at budgeting and frugality. if you decide to go grocery shopping with him, he complains about the prices of everything the whole time and searches for all the best bargains and deals

❧ he's surprisingly a fairly tidy person, but he prefers cooking to cleaning, and he's also surprisingly pretty good at it. you both received a few cookbooks as a wedding present and he's made it a goal to try every single recipe in them. he likes sitting you up on the counter while he cooks, letting you taste test and sprinkle in some ingredients every now and then

❧ going back to the cleaning thing, he really shines when it comes to folding laundry, like he'd fold all the laundry ever without much complaint. he's also good at taking the trash out, washing dishes, and general tidiness of the home. however, his mortal enemy is making the bed. good luck with that

❧ he takes you on dates like y'all are still in the dating stage; like it's all fun and adventures, running around and giggling like lovesick teenagers. he takes you to every nearby carnival and arcade, and late night rides and club outings are a must. don't worry tho, he'll take you on more romantic dates, but he prefers to save those for anniversaries, which he likes to celebrate biannually. if you personally value smaller milestones like when you got engaged or when he first asked you to be his, he'll get you some flowers that he stole from noel's garden

❧ prefers to practice how to make kids than the idea of actually having them, but i can see him shaping up and showing out to be a decent father if kids are something you seriously want. he 10000000% wants a dog tho, and it's absolutely a big guard dog that he trains to protect you and your children at all times

❧ ok i remember seeing something that was like a scenario where someone gets their s/o a guard dog to protect them and then they get into an argument and make a move toward their s/o, not intending to hurt them ofc but still spooky, and the dog fuckin attacks them to protect the s/o, like good doggie. someone ask me to write this plsplspls-

❧ doesn't really care about where you live, and he leaves the decor completely up to you. ofc he has his preferences with colors and aesthetics, but will absolutely set that aside with mild complaint if it's something you want. just leave the heavy lifting to him, with the small price of some paint fights lol

❧ the one thing he must have is a shared hobby room where he can have his sewing and embroidery supplies, and you can have your setup for whatever your hobbies are :)

Noel

❧ genuinely thought y'all were already married before it even happened-

❧ like the second the two of you talked about marriage and agreed it was something you both want, he thought that was it. so cue his confusion when you started talking about a wedding lmao don't get me wrong tho, he's glad you ended up actually having one, and it was a very joyous occasion, and then things for the most part carry on as they were before you were married

❧ hate to break it to you, but you're the breadwinner. he'll absolutely pitch in when he can, but you end up being the one handling the bills and such

❧ please teach him how to cook so he can stop bugging you to make certain things and bugging you while you're actually cooking. this guy really just needs to get used to living with and sharing a whole space with a person. he's messy, very disorganized, and has never really been bothered to fix that. sunday resets are a necessity in your home, and with time, noel learns to be a functioning and contributing partner in your marriage lmao

❧ the one thing he's got the hang of right out the bat is yard work and caring for your garden. he's very diligent with it, and makes sure you have a fresh bunch of flowers for the kitchen and for the bedroom every week

❧ with his garden, he also grows a majority of your produce, so grocery trips aren't very frequent. but when you do decide to go, he's very keen to join you, just make sure he eats before you go so he doesn't fill the cart too much. he enjoys seeing all the new options and makes it a point to grab something new to try with you every time you go shopping

❧ he doesn't really plan dates, he just sees something that he'd like to do with you and asks you if you'd be down. he doesn't really realize it's a date until about halfway through the outing lmao. as for anniversaries, his main priority is the big annual wedding anniversary, but that doesn't mean the little ones are gone forever. he keeps calendars every year, and when it's time for a new one, he'll go through and fill out all the special dates, like when you had your first kiss, when you first met, etc. when these days come, he'll bring them up softly to you when you wake up or over breakfast; just the fact that he remembered those milestones is more than enough to make you happy

❧ he doesn't feel like he needs to have kids to make his life or his marriage complete, but if it comes up he'd much prefer to adopt a child; he feels that adopting a child and giving them a better life would heal something within him. he also wouldn't mind having a pet, as long as it's something not super energetic, and he doesn't mind high maintenance pets, he likes the routines that come with the responsibility. either way, he treats your pet as if it's completely sentient, having full conversations and giving it a voice in matters of opinion lmao

❧ he'd prefer to have a smaller house, maybe something a little older too. he's not a maximalist like lucas is, but he'll absolutely fill your house up with fun, warm decorations and photographs, making sure to put all of your fondest memories together on full display

[greatideas-badwriter]

SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 6

'What have I done? Why did I agree to that woman's plight?' Sasuke just sent letters to many people to begin preparations for his upcoming wedding.

He couldn't believe his eyes and ears while having tea with Lady Haruno. Her behavior was more graceful and composed than what he'd seen through The Curse's eyes. The terror in her emerald eyes was mostly gone, and she no longer trembled at the sight of him.

What Sasuke couldn't wrap his head around was the fact that she was so determined to give her life away. Obviously, something in her upbringing had convinced her she had no choice but to die young. He'd eventually figure out what that was, but for now, he had to try and find a different way to rid of The Curse.

'I'm no better than that demon, agreeing to a young woman's sacrifice for the sake of my future.' He thought that, but he couldn't deny a sense of relief that there may just be a ray of hope. 'Is it truly okay to use Lady Haruno like this? She seemed happy when she left.'

He decided then and there that he'd try to find a way to save her and himself. Only if that failed would he allow himself to cherish her, to open his heart to her so that he may be cured. Until then, he must keep his emotions in check. To remove The Curse, he first has to hold someone dear. When he eventually does, that person would be in extreme danger of assassination from the royal family and his own self-preservation.

'Now, how do I prevent The Curse from getting in the way of our plans?' A startling realization swept over the prince. 'Will he lash out and try to kill The Lady now that she's agreed to this? Surely, he'll be angry for what she said about becoming my sacrifice instead of his.'

For the next few days, Sasuke wracked his brain for a way to come to a compromise with the demon, who was beyond livid about the situation. Each morning and night, he'd scream monstrous curses and threats at the prince.

Finally, he came up with something that could work as a short-term solution. Before dusk, he wrote out a letter and placed it on the floor of the closet before shackling himself as usual. Then, he waited. He didn't have to for long.

Soon, familiar agony crawled down his body from the spot where the wizard Orochimaru had bitten so long ago. Then, his own voice bled from his body, full of bloodlust and hate, "What is this foolishness! You have the audacity to try and make a deal with a demon, Boy?"

"Agree not to kill a single person, including Lady Haruno, until after the wedding, and I'll allow you to roam free at night."

"What do you stand to gain from this?"

Sasuke felt bitterly toward himself for putting an innocent such as his fiance in danger, so he admitted, "I'm giving you a chance to stop me from being rid of you, Curse."

Laughter shook his chest, bellowing loudly throughout the room. After a moment, The Curse mocked him, "You humans, always consumed by useless things like guilt."

The prince didn't argue. He truly was doing this because he couldn't stand the idea of taking another's life for his own. This felt like a sick and twisted way of self-punishment, or at least a handicap to make it more difficult to earn his freedom.

"A selfish man, you are." Sasuke was sure, then, that the demon would refuse the deal but was stunned when his own voice came again, "I agree to your terms. Let us see who the sacrifice chooses in the end."

An electric sensation flooded his veins.

'That must be the magic of the deal. It's too late to go back now. If either of us breaks the vow, the other will have complete control of this body.'

"Have you yet realized what a terrible position you've put my prey in? She'll suffer at the hands of this body regardless of who controls it." Sasuke's heart felt as though it stopped in his chest. He hadn't thought about that at all. 'How dare I pretend to have made this deal for her sake! She was condemned the moment she arrived at this manor.' He was only soothing his guilt by making this deal. No good would come to Lady Haruno regardless of whether the demon was free to pursue her.

The level of the prince's self-loathing grew by the day after that. At night, The Curse would visit Lady Haruno, enthralled by her unique behavior and helplessness. During the day, Sasuke would do his best to avoid his fiance when possible because he didn't want her to grow attached to him or vice-versa. Only when they were made to cooperate on matters of their wedding did they interact, and even then, it was in short bursts.

One week after the couple agreed to continue with their engagement, the official dressmaker of the royal family arrived.

"Yes, please do anything My Lady requests. Do not concern yourself with budget," Sasuke waved a dismissive hand at the tailor, eyes still on the paperwork on his desk.

Someone cleared their throat, and the prince looked over to see Sai and Ino standing on either of his sides. The tailor looked confused but patient as he stood before the trio. Sai spoke hushedly, "Pardon us, but perhaps you should join your fiance for the time being."

Sasuke was bewildered, "Why? Has she requested my presence?"

"It's not that, My Lord," Ino whispered. She glanced at the quiet royal employee nearby and lowered her voice further so he wouldn't overhear, "Rumor has it that our guest has wandering eyes and wandering hands. We believe his behavior would remain appropriate should Our Lady's husband-to-be were nearby."

Disbelief froze the prince's hands. His eyes locked strongly onto the dressmaker's. He hissed to his two employees, "Are you certain?"

The two assistants shared a glance before Ino nodded, "My friends at the castle are the ones who told me. I deem their judgement trustworthy, My Lord."

'How could Uncle and Brother allow such a fiend to continue representing the royal family?' An irritated Sasuke sighed, his glare not lifting from the guest, "Very well. Let us visit Lady Haruno together."

They located her in the library, and the party moved to her bedroom. Sai stood behind where Sasuke sat, sipping tea and having a tense conversation with the dressmaker while they awaited her and Ino to appear from behind the dressing screen. They'd already tried a handful of dresses, all of which suited her slender frame. All that was left were a few ballgowns and the wedding dress options.

"You share many physical traits with the heir apparent, My Lord. Though I must say you favor your mother more than he," the older gentleman offered.

The prince asked, "You were acquainted with my parents?"

"I had the pleasure of constructing Our Queen's wedding gown! What a beautiful and elegant woman she was. All who encountered her fell in love in an instant. Your father was a blessed man to have received her affection."

'Ah, no wonder he's still employed. He's worked there for decades. The royal family believes in tradition above all else.'

"Did you ever see your dear mother in her wedding gown?"

Sasuke's chest warmed as he recalled a massive painting of their wedding day hanging in the king's office at the castle. "Not in person, no, but the portrait of it was indeed wonderful. I'm sure she was pleased with your work."

The dressmaker chuckled, "Yes, well, all boys view their mothers as the most beautiful woman in the world, do they not? In your case, you'd be correct!"

The prince's nostalgia became bittersweet. It was true. In his memories and in the portraits that were left behind, Queen Mikoto Uchiha was graceful and dignified as an undisturbed blanket of freshly fallen snow. He recalled how comforting and warm her voice and embrace had been to him as a child.

Unconsciously, he responded, "I'd have loved to have seen her in her wedding gown at some point."

An understanding, solemn expression met the dressmaker's face, but they were interrupted by the two ladies stepping out from behind the dressing screen. His fiance's face was as pink as her hair. Her hands were to her chest as though attempting to hide her body, "I-I'm not sure this type of thing suits someone like me, My Lord."

"Nonsense, Lady Haruno! I've chosen dresses that will accentuate your figure perfectly. Trust this old man; you look stunning!"

Sasuke's eyes narrowed when the worker gestured for Lady Haruno to face the tall mirror, a hand hovering over her lower back as he shooed her hands away. The prince didn't like how friendly the dressmaker was, but he really didn't like the scars on his fiance's back. The velvety blue dress' back was low, baring much of her milky skin.

'This is what that maid was speaking about. There's no way those types of injuries were accidental.'

His glare turned onto Sai, who needed no verbal orders. The butler nodded and excused himself from the room to send orders to deepen the investigation into Baron Haruno's family. Before the tailor noticed the scars, Sasuke got to his feet and approached.

The employee naturally distanced himself. The pink-haired woman's face turned from pink to red as the prince loosely wrapped an arm around her waist to prevent her bare skin from being seen.

Without relenting his glare, Sasuke muttered, "Leave us with your design book and await an order by post."

Undoubtedly, the older man took the hostility as the prince being possessive of his fiance because he lifted his hands in defense and sheepishly grinned, "Of course, My Lord! I'll begin work the moment I receive your orders. Please excuse me."

Ino bowed before guiding the man out of the room and shutting the door behind them, leaving the duo alone. Sasuke immediately put some space between them, averting his gaze, "My apologies for coming too close. I was concerned for your comfort."

"Of course, My Lord. I am your fiance, so you've done nothing inappropriate." 'She says that, but she looks like a tomato.' For some reason, amusement warmed his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the young woman fidget under his gaze.

"Um, Sir?"

"You are my fiance," the prince teased, not realizing at the moment how comfortable it felt to converse with Lady Haruno, "Should we not call one another by name? I suppose we've become acquainted enough for such a thing."

A small laugh passed his lips, and he tilted his head when she shyly placed her palms to her cheeks, "L-Lord Sasuke, then."

"Lady Sakura."

"Is it truly alright to purchase so many gowns, Lord Sasuke? I fear they'll go to waste on a body as plain as mine. Surely one or two plus the wedding dress would suffice, in case there are balls or parties we must attend before my death."

Just like that, the light-hearted mood disappeared. He cleared his throat, remembering who they were and the nature of their relationship, "The future is not set in stone." He recalled the emptiness of her wardrobe the day he first caught a glimpse of his fiance, "A princess should want for nothing. From now until we part, I wish for you to drown in luxury, if only as a token of my appreciation, Lady Sakura."

The pink-haired woman turned toward the mirror with a frown on her pretty lips, studying her reflection. Her voice was quiet as she admitted, "I do not like this dress."

Sasuke nodded, gesturing toward the dressing screen, "Make yourself comfortable, then."

Sakura bowed, face still bright with shyness, and returned to where he couldn't see her so she could change into one of her old dresses.

The prince watched until she was out of sight before looking at the doorway where the others had left. Sai and Ino were peeking through a cracked door, only to open it slightly with faces that seemed like deer catching a glimpse of a hunter.

He sighed, shaking his head, 'If I'm not mistaken, they're attempting to play matchmaker with Lady Sakura and me.' 

[dootznbootz]

YOOOO I LOVE THE HEADCANONS SO MUCH. Especially the one where the type of the water affectes the appearance, that's so so neat

Also,, what do you think happens to a naiad (or someone of naiad descent) when they stay out of water for too long? Do they get sick? Do they eventually die? Would only water heal them or could something else (eg. eating fish) at least "stabilize" them?

And how would rain affect them? Would they be able to spend more time out of water when it's raining? Or could they maybe even bend the rain to their will? Of course rain comes from the clouds/sky which is not in their domain,, but if the raindrops are low enough, could it work? :0

Sorry if this was too long, i just really liked the headcanons and they made me think hahahaha

sdlkfj Thank you!!! Don't ever be sorry, Niko! I'm happy you like them so much!!! And always feel free to chatter away with me!! :D I think a LOT about the Naiad dynamics as they're really fun!!!! And as someone who grew up with a lot of river stuff, it's really nice and fun!

It's part of the reason why Penelope's smaller and has straight black hair :D As she was born a month early, it caught Periboea by surprise and she just went into the nearest creak :D (probably was mostly alone too)

It was calm at first before suddenly the current got fast and Penelope was swept away. Obviously terrifying. To say the least, some ducks brought her back :P (I really love the duck myth. It's neat and to have Penelope be associated with ducks while Helen is kind of associated with swans itches my brain just right >:D (Swans are bigger than ducks as well. like how I think of Helen and Penelope!) I like the thought of Odysseus "always thanking the ducks" whenever he sees them even while away. He gives them peas to eat and just gets happy when they fly overhead :'D

Penelope is a bit self-conscious about being born from a creek while her mom and most of her other siblings are from the river. (she's also the youngest and smaller.) Penelope was actually really worried about this and even kind of tried to not say that her water broke and was just like "hey, let's go here! No reason! :'D " because she wanted to get to the "better source of water" to give birth to Telemachus.

Odysseus: I can't believe you did that! >:( Penelope: HEy! Me and our son are fine!! The contractions didn't even start yet and we still made it to the river!!! And he'll be so strong, Odysseus! :D

Honestly they'd kind of "dry" out and just... really uncomfortable. I can imagine they kind of shed scales and just feel sick and unwell. Probably if you gave them a glass of water they'd rather dump it over their head :P Would eventually die if they don't get enough :'D If you marry a naiad-born person and don't have what they need, then you're a shit spouse. It is basically common knowledge, even for non-naiad born. Leda, for example, with Tyndarius, makes sure he has his "dips" in the water if she notices it's been a while or that he starts itching his skin. (Odysseus makes damn well sure she has enough water. Not only did he carve her a "nest" as a wedding bed, but he also has a pool with a canal that could go to the caves if she needed that's basically right outside their chamber :D Where she and Telemachus go a lot (especially during the suitors). He thought of EVERYTHING. It's seeing the bed and the pool where she realizes that this man truly loves her and that she loves him as well. She knew before that "she would be happy with him" and did love him but this is where she was hit with "omfg this is like the tales poets sing about. holy shit." )

Oh boy the RAIN >:)

Yes they can do SOOO much with it. It's actually a very joyous and playful time for most naiads and basically, everyone leaves their spots of water to just run around and play and dance. (and Helen and Pollux :P but uh...they do make it "sparky" so they only run around where there's no big body of water.) And it's actually another thing that naiads have over nereids as rain has no salt :P

It also helps with yeah, Helen and Pollux, as when these two get pretty emotional the clouds start to form. Helen likes to mess with people by giving them a "static shock" as it's funny and "minor". And she loves doing it to Penelope as she likes her reactions. When it rains or they're near water, Penelope kind of gets her revenge >:D (They love each other, they're just cousins)

[thefoxtrot008]

Dialogue Prompts

Alright, here's part 7 of the dialogue prompts! But surprise, surprise! This one is a heist prompt (one of the favs.) and is pretty long. So enjoy! :)

"You're going over there with hi?" "You're not going to get anywhere with that." "What? What is wrong with that?"

"Try again." "I'd know that line anywhere."

"There we go." " "Why didn't you just start with that?"

"You know who I am?" "You're gonna buy me a drink first?"

"He's in a meeting." "If he's in a meeting, then I know he'll see me now." "I'm sorry, sir. I tried stopping her." "It's quite alright."

"Sweetheart, time to go."

"You're planning a heist without me?"

"How dare you?" "I suppose I should go after her?" "Nice try, buttercup. I'll do it."

"he's in trouble. he could use your help."

"Look, if you didn't want me to be apart of this, you shouldn't have told me where you were going." "She's got you there." "You were saying?" "I figured out your little problem."

"You're too smart for your own good." "You can blame dad for that one. I get it from him, clearly."

"Do you want to hear it?" "You got all of that?"

"Perfect timing. I'm getting married!"

"We can have the biggest wedding, okay? We can spend whatever we want! We've got the money for it!" "Or not? okay? I just want to make you happy."

"You really are perfect."

"Question. Won't he know I stole it from him, if I'm the only one that has been in contact with him?" "That's the brilliant part." "You'll slip it back into his pocket then."

"Somebody help him!"

"I'm feeling a bit faint."

"You look so handsome in that suit."

"And that's where I come in." "And pray tell, what can you do sweetheart?"

"Is that the only word you know?"

"keep your thoughts to yourself." "sorry dad."

"You can beat anyone to a pulp and you're afraid of heights?" "It's not ideal, no."

"I give you the finest food around and you don't eat it." "That's because I don't trust you."

"Mom, I need some marriage advice." "What makes you think I'm the best person to come to for that, well, with your father and everything?"

"You have two weeks."

"There's a bit of a hiccup."

"All I'm trying to do is get my wife back!" "It's a fine job that you're doing." "Look, I didn't get a chance to apologize to my wife before, and now I'm trying to get her back, so I can do that properly!"

"You really love her, don't you?"

"I sent her home!"

"you're the only person to get in and out of jail multiple times."

"do you know how embarrassing it is to have your mom come and get you?" "how could you tell dad?!" "he's never going to let that go huh?"

"What loyalty to you have to them?"

"What did you do to get arrested?" "Do you really wanna know?" "well, yea. that's why I asked the question."

"You didn't really think that I'd let all of you rot in the cells now, right?"

"This is a break out." "I'm so happy to see you right now."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Believe me. We won't be here that long."

"You can't or you won't?"

"You created that fight on purpose didn't you?"

"Where's my wife?!" "She's perfectly safe. Believe me."

"I'm getting a sister?!"

"He should be doing fine. Taking over the plan. I should know. Taught him everything." "That makes us feel better."

"Right on time. Perfect."

"Show off."

"Our old spot how nice."

"If you want to want escape you have to do it now."

"We told you to stay in the car!"

"I love it when they argue."

"They're just kids in love Let em' be." "I told you. They're not in love." "I beg to differ. Have you seen the way he looks at her?"

"We are not done talking about this young lady."

"It got boring waiting in the car. What do you expect?"

"You take orders... Or you get left behind."

"That's the way the cookie crumbles."

"I need it to be an exact replica of everything in this room." "You've got it boss."

"What was that?" "I don't know I panicked!"

"I had nothing to do with this." "Save it for the court."

"That's a fake kinda name." "She's good."

"The boss wants to have a word."

"And here we have the original master."

"Take it or leave it. The choice is yours."

"Runs in the family, I suppose."

"I won't call."

"Tell me I'm wrong and I'll stop."

"I have a plan. You're not going to like it."

"You got out of prison and you didn't come and see me first?!"

"I know some who has the blueprints. Now shush."

"I can do it."

"It's never been done before." "They didn't have a plan. We do."

"I win now."

"I told you. I don't do that line of work anymore." "Like hell you do."

"You're the only one that can convince him to do anything."

"You don't even know that you're being followed."

"Oi! Take it outside!"

"I'll come with you."

"I think you just stole something from me. I'd like it back."

"I like that one. You should get that one. You look amazing."

"Hey. I've got some news."

"What? I'm just... very good at determining the worst possibilities that could potentially happen. Why does no one consider these when doing these missions?"

"I think it's rather fitting."

"You're not going to win her back this way! You've hurt her too many times to count!"

"The best part of my evening."

"Is that what you want?"

"thank you for coming back for me."

"You wanna take charge here pretty boy?" "Gladly baby."

"You had him tailed? When were you going to tell me about this?"

"I'm a demolitions expert."

"We can't leave the kid."

"You don't pull that stunt again. You copy?"

"Do it, but play nice."

"I've come to pay a visit."

"I haven't really spent any of it."

"We just spoke-" "I'm calling bullshit on that!" "Why's that?" "You don't like him!" "I can be civil to people I don't like." "No, you can't! You're passive aggressive!"

"Who's side are you on?"

"You're putting all of us at risk!"

"My family, my wife especially, need to be left out of this!" "Last time I checked, she was involved in this last time. So, I'm taking her as part of my consolation prize. I want my money."

"I'm wearing heals!" "So then take them off!"

"We could just throw a chair... or do that. That works too."

"Get a room." "If you would get out, we'd have one."

"Just pretend you're talking to me, baby. That's it. There you go."

"You have such pretty eyes. Just look up."

"I can't stand it when we fight... Look, can we just talk?" "I don't know can we?" "Don't give me that look."

"You. You put her in danger." "He did not! I wanted to go! Am I not allowed to do things?!"

"Don't let go of my hand."

"I've got it!"

"We don't want him here."

"How do you know that? I've never told told anyone that?" "It's a gift."

"I have no sense of smell."

"There must be a reason."

"You married into this. Remember that."

"We have orders to take care of you." "Be my guest."

"That's... not a bad idea."

"Is that the best you got?"

"Well, you couldn't do this on your own."

"You already knew part of the plan?"

"You can't have any part in this either." "What?!" "You have to take one for team!"

"Good to see you."

"I've been here the whole time! How could I possibly be in two places at the once?"

"I have to say goodbye!"

"We have to do this for her."

"That man would give up his girl for power. That's all I'm saying."

"If you're going to accuse me, I have five witnesses who saw me somewhere else, okay?"

"I think we can pull this off."

"Get out of there. Get out of there now!"

"I don't know what my mother sees in you."

"You hurt my daughter, I'll kick your ass." "Not my intention, to do so, but that's fair."

"If you're going to tell me to stay behind, like everyone else, I swear-" "I'm not here to do that."

"I'm gambling of course. There's nothing wrong with that is there?"

"You're on very thin ice." "Is this how you treat your customers? How disappointing."

"You look like your mother."

"They did what you asked! Now let me go!" "Not quite yet." "You can't keep me forever."

"And there we go. We're online!"

"I mean... unless we..." *partners share a look* "that's dangerous." "it is... but I'd reckon we could make it work." "oi! psychic twins. you want to involve us in this discussion?" *share look again and nudge each other* "you explain it."

"You can't tell me what to do. You are not my mother."

"You both are terrible liars." "Who said we were lying?"

"You're not dying are you? Please, tell me you're not dying."

"Let. Go. Of. My. Hand!"

"I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas."

"Hello handsome."

"If it's any consolation, you had me convinced." "It's not."

"You're only agreeing with him, because he's your father-in-law." "well, maybe it's because I have to!" "Yea, thanks for the backup there."

"You're tying that wrong. here. Let me help."

"At the first sight of trouble you are leaving. you hear me?" "yea, okay." "I'm serious. Your mom would kill me if you got into any trouble."

"That was so hot."

"You watch your language son."

"I learned a few things in the club."

"Since when did they become my responsibility?!"

"I don't know how you run in those things, sweetheart."

"Fine then. I'll tell mom the real reason you're here." "you wouldn't." "you wanna take that chance?"

"I knew it! You weren't here for me!"

"My wife says I need to take charge more." "It's not my fault that you're hot when you do it, babe!"

"God. You're so cute. I can't."

"Call me that again."

"What? What was wrong with that?" "Sweetheart. Just a little side bar. I know you feel bad about doing this, but if we don't do this, we're going to die, okay? Okay. Think of it as doing something bad for the common good." "She's right. Let's keep perspective."

"We got into a fight." "You just had to get into a fight now?! We're in the middle of-" "we'll get it the job done. you told us that the first rule is leave you're emotions at the door!" "yea, cause you've done such a good job at that already!"

"Look who I'm talking to! You've taught me every trick in the book and you expect me not to use it?" "Not this time."

"I could do it single handedly."

"Married couples am I right?!"

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And that's a wrap folks! Enjoy! :)

[pbandjesse]

I had a pretty good day despite still feeling down. I am for sure getting used to the noises of this neighborhood. The ebbs and flows. But that did not stop me from being absolutely startled awake this morning. I had woken up around 6 because my nose was really dry. I opened the window to get some air and went back to sleep.

I was startled awake by someone knocking on someone else's door outside. Scared me so bad because I couldn't tell if it was our door being knocked on. I am not sure what that sounds like yet. But it was not our door. And I would calm down.

I got cleaned up and dressed. I was still coughing and felt kind of terrible. But I thought eating might make me feel better.

I had more luck creating an omelette today. And it was good. I spent some time moving some things around. I hung up a little hook for James to put their wedding rings while they cook. And and I worked in our bedroom putting little hooks on the wall for my necklaces. I used a piece of blue tape and it came out super straight and I'm very proud of myself.

I have not don't any of my knitting this month so I sat for an hour and a half cutting the yarn and tying it all together. I was sitting in bed with sweetp and just working on my loom and listening to a spooky story podcast and watching the world out the window. I saw someone chase their puppy and slip in the rain. There are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood. I was coughing hard enough that someone walking past looked up and we may have made eye co tact but I'm not sure he could actually see me. But I did my knitting and it felt nice seeing it come together. Though this second type of yarn I got absolutely sucks and sheds like crazy. Will not buy again.

Once I was done knitting I decided to start tackling the basement. But I needed to go to Home Depot first.

I grabbed my stuff and drove the 15 minutes down the road. This was a very messy Home Depot. Carts and carts of stuff everywhere. But the staff I spoke to was kind. I had some trouble finding things. I wanted to look at shutters but apparently you can't buy them basically anywhere which is insane. But I was able to be directed to the wire racks and a staff member even gave me a cart. I decided to get two for now but I will probably get two more. They were a little more expensive then I was hoping but it's fine.

It was starting to rain as I headed home. I was able to get the same parking spot which was cool. Right outside the door. I brought the boxes in and felt a little dizzy. This has been the second most annoying thing. How dizzy I keep getting. How winded. But I try and power through. Sipping water helps.

Sweetp desperately wants to be in the basement. And I decided today to let him explore and maybe he'll get it out of his system. What he did get was absolutely covered in spider webs but he seemed so happy. Later he would become covered in red dust. Its funny hearing him walking on the duct work.

I would struggle to build the wire shelves. The first one just was not working but once I sat down and tried again I figured out what I had done wrong and then both of them came together easy. For now one shelf is all the camping and summer gear. And the other is all holiday stuff. It's not perfect but it was a start. I also got eveything down from the landing and used the cubby shelf to organize James bike stuff. And moved all the fans and heaters and suitcases to under the stairs. And then I moved one of the tables to the basement and it really just felt like it was coming together so well. I'm really pleased.

This took a few hours though. Around 230 my back hurt a lot and I needed a break. I warmed up my chipotle from yesterday and made it into a burrito. I was sitting in the kitchen eating and watching TikToks when I saw a video of someone watching the last song from Hamilton and I started sobbing?? Just absolutely broke down. I needed to go lay down.

So that is what I did. I got in bed with sweetp and fell asleep.

James's smartwatch, which was on the windowsill, picked up the music they were listening to when they came upstairs and scared me awake again. I was not feeling amazing but I was really happy to see them. They said whenever I was ready we could head to the apartment.

I needed a minute to shake off my sleepies. Drink a bunch of water. But then I was ready.

We drove over there and got right to work. I was really happy to see my fish Ari was doing great. His eye is all better. I also got to see Omelet. I got everyone some new water and some food. Ari even let me give him a little pet. I'm so glad he's doing better.

We brought three boxes with us so I just started picking up any odds and ends I could find and I think we did an excellent job. James finished taking things off the walls. And went to go do our laundry while I collected trash and swept. We would fill three boxes with stuff. And the. Took all the curtains down. And we used all the totesbags we brought to collect our books. Still more books to collect but we had no more bags.

We were there for a while. Once the clothes were done we loaded up the car. Mostly James did. I completely ran out of steam and needed to sit down. So I wanted in the car until James grabbed the last few things we could fit with the clean clothes. And we headed to get dinner.

When I was at Home Depot earlier I saw there was a diner across the street so we went there. Turns out it was on diner drive ins and dives. Neat. And it is like one of those amazing chrome diners. Those are always my favorite ones. The staff was really nice. And the food was good. We were sort of watching the super bowl on the TV. James spoke Spanish with the staff. It was a nice stop.

I was exhausted though and very happy to go home. James told me to go keep Sweetp in our room and they would bring everything inside. And once they did I moved the rugs we brought over to the rooms they will probably stay in. They are shockingly dirty though. They feel bad under my feet. I will have to see about getting a carpet cleaner soon. Because gross.

But it's so nice seeing the house slowly coming together. Like seeing the apartment so empty hurts my heart a little. It feels so bittersweet. But the house is already filled with so much love and it's just so great.

I would take a quick shower. And do my drawing of the day. And now I am in bed trying to not cough my brains out. I am really tired.

Tomorrow James is going to go for a long bike and I hope to do some more putting away. We might make some more runs from the apartment. I also just hope it's a good day.

Sleep well everyone. I love you all. Goodnight!