#but ... (looks over my shoulder at the mountain of fandoms im in)

[rat-off-string]

the internal struggle between artist with limited time and the million fandoms theyre in

[dgaftilwedie]

PLZ TELL ME EVERYTHING YOU LNOW ABT THE GHOULS AND SPECIFICALLY WHICH INDS TO OBSESS IVER

(I’m Negatusing myself and getting second hand love for this band)

EASY PEASY ok so........ im gonna give u a run-down on the current ghouls n my babies aether n sunny MWAAHAHA

EVERYTHING'S BELOW THE CUT BC IT'S GONNA BE LONG AS FOOK

dewdrop (or sodo/sodomizer, depends on who u ask) ^___^

he's the lead guitarist + a fire ghoul (during era 4, he was the bassist + a water ghoul [the position in the band corresponds with the element] which is why his name is dew)

he's one of the bolder ghouls. he's usually on the stage front n center and he's a little bit hotheaded. he's known for making a lot of sexual gestures towards the other ghouls and the audience, like his infamous jerking-off-confetti-thing. he also teases the other ghouls, especially aether when he was still in the band. they used to get in guitar duels and they'd throw picks at each other. he's very soft with rain, contrary to the way he is with everything else. he's very rough when he plays the guitar and there was a concert where he ended up bleeding all over the guitar because of how hard he was playing it. he's also often taking hits of swiss's vape (aka the Ghape). in short, he's an evil, stompy, satanic little SHIT.

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phantom :3

my sweet beautiful shithead......... he's the quintessence ghoul / rhythm guitarist who succeeded aether (he is also my favorite) (next to rain ofc)

certified papa harrasser. he does these super dope (and super hot) tricks with his guitar. there isn't much information on him because he's newer but the fandom has given him the roll of the annoying little brother. some people see him as rain and dew's love child LMFAO he interacts with them the most, especially dew. im talkin getting on his knees for the demon. and i get that!!!!! he's kind of a slut ok............

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rain <33

HE IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING GHOUL im getting a tattoo of him eventually i have the perfect thigh piece......... ANYWAYS he's the bassist / water ghoul n he's actually the reason i wanna learn how to play the bass..........

in comparison to the other guitsr ghouls, he's a lot more laid-back. but he is not shy........ he may seem it but he fucking flourishes in the spotlight. im begging you to open a new tab, go to youtube, and watch his opening solo for con clavi con dio. anyways :3 just look at him......... my sweet sweet demon........... i love him so much

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mountain xD

AHHHHHHH he's the drummer / earth ghoul.........

since he's all the way in the back with his drums, he doesn't interact with the crowd too much. he's pretty shy and he NEVER wears shoes when he drums. at least not that i've seen xD he also gives his drumsticks away at the end of every ritual......... personally i headcanon him to be like, the most tranquil ghoul (until he drinks. then he's a menace.) i also feel like he does a lot of nice things for the ghouls but they don't usually notice since he keeps to himself more often than not. also it's very fitting that his name is mountain because he's FUCKING TALL

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swiss.......

he's a multi-ghoul (hence the name SWISS); he does backup vocals n plays guitar n a couple percusive instruments

if u thought dew was a menace.......... u have NOT met swiss. he's well known for being fucking feral. im talkin dry humping the stage and his guitar. he also does this thing where he violently shimmies his shoulders at papa. he's one of the most social ghouls and he takes every opportunity that he can to come onto stage and interact with the other ghouls AND the crowd. he's a little nuts but in the best fucking way possible..............

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ok now we're moving into ghoulette territory........ starting with my favorite, MAMA CIRRUS ♡___♡

she's one of the two air ghoulettes n she's the lead keyboardist!! she also does the keytar solo in mummy dust and occasionally does backing vocals/percussion

oh my god my cape-wearing wife someone restrain me before i start saying inappropriate things... she's super duper affectionate and jumpy like she has such a cute personality?? she literally SKIPS BACK TO HER SPOT after her solo..... she's so fucking sassy too......... she's so sweet and so beautiful I LOVE HER SO MUCH I CAN'T

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cumulus MY BELOVEDDDDDD

she's the other air ghoulette n plays keyboard as well as doing backing vocals :33 pls listen to the live version of per aspera ad inferi that's on spotify it is so good.........

she's very affectionate towards the crowd and often waves and blows kisses towards them. she's also CRIMINALLY underrated. why do people not talk about her!!!!!!! she's so fucking precious and she has a beautiful voice WHERE ARE MY CUMMYLUST FANS AT

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aurora!!!

she is so gf it hurts......... also the current multi-ghoulette yippee!!!!!! she plays tambourine, does backing vocals, and she hangs out with swiss...... a lot..........

ok yeah maybe her and swiss have something going on 🙄 (waiting for them to drop the movie i need to see them making out on stage). she's very giddy and she's full of energy all the time. she's also super social n bubbly (N TWIRLY) and often interacts with phantom and the other ghoulettes as well as swiss. she's also like, the shortest in the whole band, she's like 4'11 IT'S SO CUTE THOUGH. she's also the current fill-in for sunny but im crossing my fingers that we'll have 4 ghoulettes instead of just my 3 weed-smoking girlfriends (/ref)

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oki now onto the portion of the post where i rant about the former ghouls from early era 5 </3

aether

he's the former quintessence ghoul / rhythm guitarist and GOD they did him so wrong i miss my banana man 😞

he's most well known for throwing pics at dew :3 he also REALLY liked bananas. he was physically the most beefiest ghoul which is how most people could tell him apart. like look at those arms........ AND HE KEPT HIS FUCKING SLEEVES ROLLED UP he knew what he was doing. im so sad he's not in the band anymore I MISS HIM SO BAD

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and finally, sunny :')

look at her........ she's the former multi-ghoulette n she played tambourine and did som backing vocals

she's also criminally underrated i feel like no one talks about her....... she's so fucking quirky like she's just so fun and silly and i love watching her onstage. i believe she's coming back actually!!! from my knowledge, she only left temporarily because she's on broadway but she hopefully should be coming back (i hope)

[vriskarlmarx]

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Karl Marx, "Suppression of the Neue Rheinische Zeitung," May 1849

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links to my writing under the cut. it's mostly fanfic, fandoms are primarily jjk, fma, death note, andor, star wars with a couple of strays (severance, disco elysium/pjol, star trek, others). also now featuring some original works.

I put a little ⭐ next to my personal favorites :3 Drabbles are all at the bottom (not segregated by fandom). Original stuff also at the bottom.

Andor

Separate from Star Wars because as we know Andor is so good I'm not even going to call it a Star Wars TV Show.

⭐ Elegy for the Living | F/F | Cinta/Vel | T | Trauma, grief, colonialism & imperialism

After Ferrix, Vel grows quiet, coiled tight and weighed down by something heavy. Cinta tries her best to hold her.

Akelarre | F/F and M/M | Cinta/Vel and Skeen/Nemik | T | Non-linear narrative, developing relationships, revolutionary militancy

Even as the ax begins to descend, much can flourish in the misty mountains of Aldhani. A study in Cinta & Vel in one direction, and Skeen & Nemik in another.

tether/latch | M/M | Cassian/Luthen | E | Blowjob-flavored character study, dissociation, bad coping mechanisms, dubious consent

Cassian is shaken after a mission. Luthen "helps".

⭐ el corazón de todo invierno | M/M | Cassian/Luthen | M | Revolutionary militancy, bad coping mechanisms, sexpionage, Cassian Andor's big brown sad wet eyes, sexualizing that old man | Title is in Spanish but work is in English

Cassian nods. He’s clearly trying to control his face, but those expressive eyes of his don't help conceal the nerves and confusion in his next question. "And what does being your plus one entail?" Despite himself, Luthen looks Cassian up and down briefly, his relaxed but contorted position on the couch, the way his hair falls on his forehead, his hands slack at his thighs while holding the datapad. He feels every single one of his years and sins on his shoulders as he begins to explain. "Like I said, I have an image to maintain. People in my position are expected to bring, essentially, a trophy spouse or a young escort as company. For me, I'll be expected to bring a pretty young man. And that's where you would come in." -- Luthen needs to maintain his cover at a black market auction, and Cassian is itching for a mission.

Death Note

Powder Keg | F/F | F!Mello/F!Near | E | PWP, gunplay, don't try this at home

Mello stops by Near's room for a late night visit after getting her photo back earlier that day. Near has a certain… fixation.

Prometheus Bound | M/M | L/Light | M | Eroticized cannibalism and gore, dreams, second person POV

In your dream, he hands you a knife.

⭐️ Weird Animals | M/M | L/Light | E | Ryuk POV, being bad at gay sex, humor

This is the most godawful gay sex Ryuk has ever seen.

⭐ discipline & punish | Contains M/M but is character-focused not ship-focused | Beyond Birthday (incl. Beyond/L, Beyond & A, Beyond & Watari) | M | Character study, state and imperial violence, the carceral system, child abuse

Beyond Birthday; or, a life inside a series of cages.

⭐ How to Burn Down the Sacred Loom | M/M | Mello/Near | M | Tragedy, codependency, dream sequences, necrophilia, gun kink, four-act structure with interludes

A tragedy in four acts, overseen by a nameless choir.

petite mort | M/M | L/Light | M | Murder kink, L's Kira fetish | Title is in French but work is in English

L knows what's coming for him. He feels it burn like a wildfire under his skin.

Disco Elysium/Püha ja õudne lõhn (The Sacred and Terrible Air)

⭐ No Return Address | M/M | Ignus Nilsen/Kras Mazov | M | Epistolary format, grief, revolutionary militancy, leftist infighting, historical memory, I reached my target audience for this when a Brazilian syndicalist said they really liked it

A compilation of letters found among the belongings of Inayat Khan months before the apocalypse, all signed under the name Ignus Nilsen.

Doctor Who

Step & Reverberate | M/M | Nine/Jack | T | Dancing, fluff, post-The Parting of the Ways AU

The time vortex is more generous than expected: Nine never needs to regenerate, and Rose remembers saving Jack's life, so he comes back to the TARDIS after the battle with the Daleks. After an all-too-close brush with death, Jack and the Doctor share a moment in the TARDIS.

Chiaroscuro | Gen or F/M | Clara & Eleven or Clara/Eleven | G | Second-person POV, ambiguous relationship | I wrote this over ten years ago so I no longer take responsibility for it | Title is in Italian but work is in English

Her light feet carry her across your console room and you want to scream in frustration because you don't understand a thing about her. -- The Doctor reflects on Clara and the mystery she presents, but finds himself thinking of the person she is.

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood/Manga)

bleed the sand | Gen | Roy Mustang | M | Character study, genocide, PTSD, dream/nightmare sequences

Roy Mustang remembers his dreams.

⭐ Conventional Weapons | M/M | Roy Mustang/Scar | M | Genocide, PTSD, complicated relationships, blind!Roy

Scar has been participating in the reconstruction effort of the Ishvalan capital for a few months. It's a strange kind of chance that gets him to cross paths with Roy Mustang just in time to save him from an attempt on his life.

Homestuck

The Way Down | Gen | John Egbert | T | Character study, depression, PTSD, one must imagine Sisyphus vibing

John runs out of milk and goes on a walk. Character study.

Jujutsu Kaisen

⭐ Hostia | M/M | Ryoumen Sukuna/Itadori Yuuji | M | Dubious consent erotic eating (just trust me), dissociation, loss of bodily agency/autonomy, abuse

Hostia (n.): The body of Christ, or the sacramental bread eaten at communion. In the original Latin, “sacrificial victim”. - After Shibuya, Yuuji has strange dreams.

against the feather of ma'at | M/M | Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru | M | Counter-chronological, complicated relationships, on-again-off-again, tragedy

Satoru and Suguru, from end to beginning.

orpheus in the night | M/M | Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru | M | Dreamlike, atmospheric, complicated relationships, ambiguous ending and also beginning and also middle

When Suguru calls, Satoru comes.

Severance

⭐ O, Lazarus! | Gen | Helly R & Helena Eagan | M | Character study, nihilism, body dysphoria, mild psychosexual selfcestuous undertones

Losing oxygen slowly as she hangs in the elevator up from the severed floor, Helly’s fractured mind confronts itself.

Shadow and Bone

Late Harvest | F/M/M | Alina/Nikolai/Mal | T | Pining, feelings realization, getting together, triad

Nikolai Lantsov is the heir to the throne. He can have anyone he wants, except the two people who only have eyes for each other.

Star Trek

Synthesis of Vast Contradictions | F/F | T'Pring/Christine Chapel | Polyamory, cultural differences, emotional tension, erotic hand massage

Christine has... complicated feelings about her boyfriend’s fiancée.

Star Wars

Torque | F/F | Sabine/Ahsoka | E | Unresolved emotional tension, PTSD, aftermath of genocide, sex as a coping mechanism, xeno

There's something off about Sabine at training. Ahsoka tries to help.

⭐ Necrotic Tissue | M/M | Thrawn/Ezra | M | Abusive/toxic relationships, loneliness, complicated feelings, large age gap

Years after parting ways with Thrawn after crash-landing with him on Peridea, Ezra runs into him again.

Bitter Fruits | Contains M/M but is tone-focused not ship-focused | Sabine & Ezra, Thrawn/Ezra | T | Humor, outsider POV

Good news: Sabine and Ahsoka have found Ezra. Bad news: They've also found Thrawn. Weird news: Ezra and Thrawn are getting along. Perhaps too well for Sabine's liking.

Original

Del Viento | T | En castellano | Latinoamerica, tiempo verbal futuro, primera persona

Dejé mis pulmones en el sur. Recuerdo haber soplado en la quebrada, dejado un aliento en las rocas mojadas del bosque. Casi me tropecé en el musgo, y ahí de seguro se me cayeron al agua. Desde ahí que solo el viento me lleva en su soplido.

Of The Wind | T | English translation of Del Viento | Latin America, future tense, forst person POV

I left my lungs in the south. I remember breathing out on the gorge, leaving my breath behind on the wet rocks of the forest. I nearly slipped on the moss, and that’s surely where I dropped my lungs in the water. From then on, I’ve been carried by the wind’s own breathing.

Drabbles

Cold Rain | Andor/Star Wars | Vel Sartha

Hot Steel | Andor/Star Wars | Cinta Kaz

Orbit | Star Wars OT | Luke Skywalker

[strawberrylabs]

Ok hi, i was looking around my tumblr and came across your blog and thought your aesthetic was really cute and cool, and then i found you match ups and i kinda want one so if you dont mind, can i have a match up from you?

(If you choose too)

the fandoms i would prefer are genshin, tokyo revengers and jujistu kaisen

I’m Ghost, I am Aquarius born, ISTP personality, and I’m panromantic with a male lean, with any pronouns.

im 5’5, shoulder length blonde, pale ivory skin tone, Grunge aesthetic and Green/hazel eyes, I have been told by a few of my friends that I look like a middle age man who either only drinks coffee or whiskey.

I have trust issues, I tend to be stand off-ish to people and prefer to be alone in dark and quite places, though I am open and happy around people I feel like I can trust, I’m a bit chaotic and tend to get out of hand when it comes to things I am passionate about, and I like to have deep meaningful conversations with people.

I like most parts of nature, like flowers, bugs, animals, and the sounds, my favourite foods are anything veggie or fruit and sweets, I listen too Grunge, emo, rock, metal, and punk bands, I do a lot of art, i enjoy drawing plants and my ocs, In my free time I do art, I read, write, and watch anime, some of my favourites are Death parade, demon slayer, and skate the infinity, I play a lot of video games, like Resident evil(I love anything horror and gory), splatoon, and legend of Zelda:Breath of the wild.

I hate jerks, bullies, people that are clingy and/or loud, I dislike red meats, I have Emetophobia and Trypanophobia, and I hate going out to public places like stores and restaurants for long perriods of type.

Bye, and have a wonderful day/night

Hello! Sorry for the delay! Tumblr ate my original post</3

I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: potential spoilers for genshin, tokyo rev and jjk

I match Ghost with…

(Genshin)

Xiao!

The two of you definitely met on accident while you were being attacked or smt

Like you were in some flower field somewhere just chilling and suddenly some hilichurls appear from nowhere

Cue Xiao’s entrance

He beats them up and you kinda just look at each other for a bit, both of you too awkward to know what to say or do

“...It’s getting dark, you should stay at the nearby inn until morning.”

And then poof, he’s gone.

But you take his advice and go there anyway

Surprise surprise, you run into each other again

It begins to happen more and more frequently as you stay at Wangshu inn

You kind of just vibe together in silence until the two of you slowly warm up to each other

Over the course of a few months we don’t question why you stayed that long you and Xiao become friends

And then slowly, more than friends

By this point, Xiao has vowed to protect you with his life

Despite how quietly the relationship began, the two of you often go into deep discussions about whatever topic comes up.

More often than not you talk to him about your interests, or he’ll talk to you about his happy memories with the other yakshas

You like to take Xiao with you to the mountains every now and then

Getting there isn’t a problem with his teleportation

You point out the names of flowers, and maybe make him a flower crown

“Ghost, what is the point of these.. Flower crowns..”

“They look nice :)” 

“...Alright”

He still doesn’t understand, but he can’t say no to you<3

I match Ghost with…

(Tokyo Revengers)

Mitsuya!

You go to the same school

The textiles club went to the art students to ask if they could help design a project with them!

And that’s how you and Mitsuya met

The two of you would work on the project together at school most days

One day he asked if you wanted to go to his to do some more work (I know this sounds like a cliche hook up scenario, but I promise it’s not)

His sisters were a little scared of you at first

Especially when they heard Mitsuya joke about you being an old man

He had to assure them that you were in fact a friend from school

After a while his sister grew to adore you

Especially when you drew their favourite characters for them

Cue them asking Mitsuya if he’ll date you

“What? Don’t be silly, Ghost and I are… friends..”

… Yeah it was a little awkward after that

For a few days you two didn’t talk much 

Until eventually Mitsuya pulled you aside after school and admitted he liked you <3 

And that was the start of a very healthy relationship!

Mitsuya often tries to keep you out of anything related to Toman, but he won’t hide it from you

He believes that if this is going to work, he needs to be open about what he does

He’s so relieved when you say you don’t mind

He 100% makes the two of you something matching whilst incorporating your designs somewhere

He ends up making you a bracelet and himself a pendant

The main bead on your bracelet is the same as the charm on his pendant

One time the two of you were in the textiles club room after school alone (doing homework… obviously) and Takemichi walked in

He was shocked to say the least

Mitsuya made him promise not to tell anyone

..spoiler.. He caved and told Draken and Mikey when they threatened him about why he was acting strange

The next day it was Takemichi, Mikey and Draken who burst in

“Mitsuya! You didn’t tell us you have a partner! How come you didn’t tell me and ken?”

“Mitsuya you sly bastard, why’ve you been hiding them?”

“Takemitchy..”

Mitsuya sent Takemichi a very scary look..

Their jokes aside, Draken and Mikey understand why Mitsuya didn’t say, and they both promise to look out for you

Mitsuya breaths a little easier knowing they won’t tell

God only knows what he’d do if anything happened to you

I match Ghost with…

(Jujutsu Kaisen)

Inumaki!

This is going to incorporate my headcanon that Inumaki knows sign language, therefore anything in italics will symbolise what is being said in sign :) 

You were a grade-2 sorcerer from a different school and happened to be spending time at jujutsu high school as part of a mission you were sent on

Inumaki was assigned as your buddy of sorts for the first few days to help you get around 

.. no-one really knows why Inumaki was chosen considering his limited vocabulary

Regardless, luck happened to be on your side with sign language 

“Sooo.. what grade are you?”

“Mayo”

“...What does that mean?”

‘Semi grade-1’

“Got it”

After the first week Inumaki just decided to stick around

The two of got into some really fun conversations in the time he was your buddy

Mostly shit-talking and discussing the mission you’re on

Which speaking of, he insists he helps you

His friends are quick to point out how protective he’s become with you

Which leads to them teasing him

Which leads to him one day pulling you aside after class

“...Tuna.. bonito flakes..”

“We’ve been over this, I don’t know what that means yet”

‘Ghost..’

“Yeah?”

“Tuna.”

“Inumaki what-”

“Oh for god's sake- HE LIKES YOU!”

Neither of you noticed Maki and Panda watching you

And thus started your relationship!

You know how he was asking to help on your mission earlier?

Yeah you don’t get a choice anymore, he’s helping

And he is hella protective

He’s also your number one fan in everything you do

You wrote something? He’s trying to convince you to publish it

Drew something? He’s calling up the galleries rn

You beat a game or did something cool? He’s bragging to everyone

You definitely converted his music taste

“Cod roe?”

“What’s up?”

‘Love you’

“Love you too”

I hope you enjoyed!

-Strawberry🍓

Masterlist

Rules

[hpalways]

Heyy I was wondering if you could write just a few hc or one shots for Albedo, Kazuha, or Venti with an s/o who overworks themself with work and stuff? Yknow- comfort stuff :3 Unfortunately I’ve been having to work over fifty + hours these past few weeks, and I love your writing! Have a nice day btw-!!

Note: hiiiii! yes! of course. this sounds lovely to write about. please take care of yourself omg, that sounds really stressful and tiring. aww! and thank you for enjoying my works, im so happy to hear that ^^

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Venti

Warnings: None

Albedo

When he sees you studying religiously in the workshop, he goes to the nearby campfire. Finding a pot and some water, he warms it up to make hot cocoa. Heading back to you, he hands it to you, watching your face light up in pleasant surprise. 

As the workshop in the mountains can still get cold, he fetches a wool blanket to wrap around your arms. It allows you to have a better time with your research. 

He tries to take your mind off of work by asking you to be his model for his next art piece. You are told to lay down, because he wants to draw you that way. Despite shooting him a confused look, you follow through with it anyway, getting into a position that’s too relaxing. Soon enough, you fall asleep and he quickly tends to you and tuck you in. 

Other times, he wants you away from the workaholic atmosphere. Holding your hand tightly, he leads you out of the cave-like study and into the pretty snow. A light flutter falls from the skies, tickling your cheeks in gentle waves. The two of you stroll through the slippery slopes, and he makes sure no harm comes to you.

He talks philosophically and about the world, giving you a break from the load of paperwork. 

However, he is quite the workaholic himself, his thoughts always straying to him own studies. This usually strikes some sense in you, where you help pull him out of his stupor, as well as your own. The two of you continues to remind each other that breaks are needed. He’s your rock to hold onto; and you were his. 

“[Y/N]? You appear very tired. Slow down and let me fix you some tea.”

Kazuha

Whispers poetry into your ear. His voice itself is soothing to you, calming your frantic nerves from the ongoing training that was set in stone. Every word that comes out is like silk, which relaxes your tense muscles. 

Pulling you away from the training grounds, he shows the nature views he has grown so fond of. Maple leaves rain down in gentle motion, the scenery warming you up inside with comfort. It is beautiful and you do not regret sneaking out with Kazuha for this moment. 

He talks about his homeland, Inazuma, full of raw emotion and beautiful phrases that take your breath away. He tells you not to rush what fate has in store for you, to take it easy and go at your own pace. This relieves your stress easily. 

You are sometimes taken out to the ship, where you are not allowed to train. The sea laps beneath the engine, blue waves furling in a way that soothed you. It is beautiful, the horizons stretching far and wide, with the rising morning sun in the distance. 

Seeing your tired expression, he takes you to the middle of nowhere -- the meadows where it is warm and the sun basks. He says the wind leads him here. And before you know it, the two of you are knocked out on a rock, taking a nap together to find your energy again for the next coming day. 

At times, he goes easy on you during battles, soon turning it into a fun word game where he contemplates haiku. 

“The wind is calm today. Come. We don’t need you rushing either.”

Venti

Always very willing to distract you from your paperwork. Barging right into your office at the Favonius Headquarters, he walks to you with a giddy smirk. 

He takes no objections, deaf to your protests as he forces you out of there, running through the fields with you fumbling behind him. He goes to Windrise, expertly climbing up his favorite tree. You sit beside him, letting out a sigh at the male. You are secretly happy to be here instead.

Plays his precious lyre to you, the melodic song ringing into your ears. They make you feel warm inside... and sleepy. His voice is angelic as always, with favorite lyrics tumbling out of his precious lips. 

Of course, he brings you to his favorite tavern in Mondstadt, Angel’s Share. Buying a bunch of drinks, the two of you drink and feel the rush of it kicking in. He is smiling in content when you sag your shoulders into a relaxed state, no more worrying about the irrelevant stuff from before.

Tells you lots of jokes. You try not to laugh at them, but he eventually gets to you anyway. His teal eyes watch you softly, content to destress you from the workload you keep putting on yourself. He misses when you had more freetime -- when you aren’t fretting about the littlest things. 

He gives you a lot of surprise hugs. His arms are surprisingly strong, tightening around you and stubborn to let you go. You feel yourself giving in to the sturdiness of his arms. 

“Free yourself from the chains of responsibility, [Y/N]. Eheheh. Pretty please?”

[estrel]

It’s in the Knowing (that Wishes Come True)

destiel december 2020 prompt: sledding + spn advent calendar 2020 prompt: wishes wc: ~1.4k

[READ ON AO3] 

“Dean, you had,” Sam huffs, “infinite possibilities at your disposal. And you wished for–for this?”

Dean’s a little confused, too, looking out at the mountains. Almost every inch is covered with a layer of snow, but by far, the hill they’re standing on has the thickest blanket. Dean’s feet sink into it a little when he shifts his weight, studying their surroundings.

Apart from the clearing they’re in, the place is littered with trees. Dean’s gaze follows the trunks up, until he’s looking at the sky, which is quickly losing light. He thinks he can make out the beginning twinkles of constellations, and when he laughs, a puff of frosty breath obscures them for a moment before fading off.

Then he smells it—something like firewood, he thinks, and turns towards it. Eyes still searching the tops of the trees, Dean catches sight of a thin column of smoke, likely from a cabin nearby.

A few feet away from them, a tree branch packed with snow loses its hold, and the whump of the snow hitting the ground startles Dean out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know, man,” Dean says, “It’s not like I really had a choice. I just, you know, just had this thought, I guess, and now…we’re here.”

He turns back to Sam, who focuses on Dean once more, seemingly having caught sight of the smoke too.

“I’m assuming…those have something to do with it?”

Dean’s eyes follow the direction Sam’s finger is pointing to, which is a somewhere on the ground and behind Dean, off to his left. Just at the edge of the hill sit two sleds—the old, wooden kind that seem like they’re always one good bump away from splintering into a million pieces, but somehow never do.

He chuckles, moving towards them to check them out, when Sam urgently pats his shoulder. Dean swivels around, taking in Sam’s confused—but not shocked—expression, and once more tracks his stare to see what he’s looking at. 

Dean finds himself mirroring his brother, but otherwise smiling despite himself.

“What took you so long?” He hears himself say, feels Sam looking at him weird in response. If this was his “wish,” then this only made sense—it’d just been a matter of waiting for him to show up.

Cas levels him with a stare that says ‘really?’ and Dean moves to meet him half way.

“Jackets,” Cas says, handing Dean a thick black one that looks like it’s meant for snow. Dean takes it. “And Jack,” Cas adds. With a gentle tilt of his head, Dean looks over and sees Jack, not too far away, walking briskly towards them with something small in his hands.

“You two always come out here practically naked,” Cas says, leaving Dean and handing Sam his own jacket. “And the lumberjack outfits are fine for when it’s any other season, but you do realize it’s the dead of winter, right?”

“Well, you…” Dean starts, about to tell him off for the dress shoes and trench coat he’s never seen without, except that Cas isn’t wearing them, he’s…

“Cas, is that—are those—are you wearing boots?” Sam asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice.

Cas looks down, frowning. “These are my snow boots. Dean got them for me last Christmas.” He shoots Dean a confused glance, as though Dean should be in on this, and Sam was the one acting deluded. Dean can’t really bring himself to care, too busy smiling at the rest of Cas’ outfit.

He’s about to comment on the snow pants, which are black and baggy over Cas’ lower half, but Jack makes it to them just in time, pushing something into Cas’ chest.

“You forgot your beanie,” Jack explains, and then looking up at them, “I thought you guys came out ahead of us so you could ‘get the sleds ready.’ Cas and I started on the cookies so they should be done by the time we get back.”

Dean watches Cas slip the beanie on, losing his breath a little at the sight. The thought occurs to him—when he’s looking long enough to notice Cas’ red nose and ears and cheeks—that angels don’t usually get cold.

“Hang on—you left the oven on unattended?” Sam says. Pulling his eyes away from Cas, Dean chuckles at the wild look on Sam’s face, like he’s half ready to bolt for the cabin to stop it from catching fire.

“Of course not.” Jack frowns at him like he should know better. “I charmed it with the spell you taught me. It’ll shut off automatically when it’s done.”

Sam relaxes, forcing a smile. “Right. Uh, Dean? Can we talk for a second?”

Dean follows him around to the nearest tree, which is far enough away that Jack and Cas probably won’t hear them over their own conversation (Dean thinks he hears something about hot chocolate) if they talk quietly enough.

“We can’t stay here,” Sam says, “We have to find a way out.”

Dean wets his lips, “I know, Sammy, but…” He looks over at Jack and Cas.

Sam is quiet for a second before he notes, “You want to stay.”

He shrugs. “Just…just for a little while longer. We can–we can go sledding, eh? We haven’t done that since we were kids! And then—then we can figure out a way out of here.”

Sam has a look of growing concern on his face, something Dean thinks is teetering too close to pity.

“What?” He jokes, “You’re telling me you don’t wanna see those two sled? It’s not for us, Sam, it’s for the nerdy angels over there.”

His brother manages a smile, which is a relief. “Sure,” he says gently. Dean pretends not to hear it, heading now for the sleds and waving them all over.

He pulls the sleds apart, placing them each by the hill’s edge, but not so close that sitting on them would be enough to send them flying down the slope.

“Okay,” Dean starts, “How do we want to do this?”

Dean knows the answer before anyone says it. Better stated: he knows his wish before anyone else does.

“The logical route would be to pair up,” Cas says seriously, “You and Sam have done this before, so each of you gets a sled.”

Dean feels his chest go tight with anticipation for a second, and then it subsides. He nods.

“Good idea. Who—”

“I’ll go with Jack,” Sam interrupts, a wry smile on his face. Dean quirks his lips in a smile, cocking his head to the side in a mild ‘screw you’ gesture to his brother. He turns to Cas.

“Well, hop on then Louise and we’ll sail off this cliff together,” Dean says. He waits for the recognition to spark in Cas’ eyes and he smiles—for real this time—as Cas situates himself in the front of the sled. He spares Jack and Sam a glance, amused at how Sam is struggling not to take up most of the sled with his legs, before sitting down behind Cas. 

And he stays like that for a moment, sitting awkwardly and gathering his courage, until he musters up enough to wrap his legs around him.

“I’m nervous,” he hears Jack say. Dean thinks, Me too. Sam laughs and reassures Jack that it’ll be fine.

“Okay, uh, you’re gonna have to lean back once we kick off, alright?” Dean instructs, trying to remember how to do this. 

“You promise I won’t fall?” 

Dean swallows. “Nah. I’ll hang on to you.”

“Let’s race,” Sam says. He can feel him staring and avoids Sam’s gaze. He’ll blame the tint on his cheeks and ears on the cold, if Sam ever asks. 

Dean scoffs, “You’ll lose.”

“Prove it,” Sam responds, and then he’s pushing off and leaving them in the dust.

Dean’s surprised by the laugh that escapes him, and then he’s pushing off too, and he and Cas are propelled down the snowy slope after the others.

Cas leans back as instructed. Dean’s pretty sure the guy can feel the rush of his heartbeat with his back on Dean’s chest like that, but Dean can also feel Cas’ steel grips on his legs, nails digging into his shins. 

He laces an arm around Cas’ chest, pressing him closer. “I’ve got you!” he reminds him. 

There’s a beat, and then over the sound of the wind whipping against their faces, Cas says, “I know.”

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If im not too late, I'd request anything for Beiyuan/Wu Xi. There are so few works out there for them :c

So, I wanted to write some XiYuan fluff and somehow ended up writing Dad!Beiyuan bonding with Chengling, Beiyuan thirsting after his husband and a sort-of-fix-it for WoH episode 36?? 😅

The plot follows the show, after episode 36, but their shared past in the novel (Qi Ye) did happen, if that makes sense? 😅 Sorry for the confusion.. The title is a Chinese poem called 蝶恋花 by Liu Yong.

Anyway, here's some XiYuan fluff/dad!Beiyuan/WoH fix-it? 😂😂

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Fandom: Qi Ye, Word of Honor Rating: General Relationship: Wu Xi/Jing Beiyuan, Jing Beiyuan & Zhang Chengling Tags: Fluff, Bonding, Beiyuan thirsting after his husband, Fix-it of sorts Words: 2565 Summary: In an inn, Jing Beiyuan and Wu Xi, together with Zhang Chengling, await the return of Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing, who have run off to die on a mountain. Beiyuan has to care for Zishu's disciple, while being distracted by his husband.

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Butterflies in Love with Flowers

Jing Beiyuan has plenty of practice waiting.

He has waited for sixty years at the Three-Life Stone, has waited for Helian Yi for six lifetimes. Has waited in the Imperial City for his schemes and machinations to bear fruit, has waited for Wu Xi. He has plenty of practice.

Which doesn’t mean, however, that he is a patient man.

Jing Beiyuan paces the inn room he shares with his husband, deliberately walking closely past Wu Xi who is sitting cross-legged at the low table reading, looking entirely unperturbed. Much to Jing Beiyuan’s dismay, that is to say, so he brushes Wu Xi’s back with the seam of his sleeve every time he walks by.

Wu Xi doesn’t react for a while, but after the sixth turn, without saying a word, he casually grabs Jing Beiyuan’s sleeve and, turning slightly, pulls him down in his lap, effectively trapping him there with both arms tightly around him.

Jing Beiyuan is a lot of things, but he's not an idiot, and he would never let an opportunity pass to cuddle his husband. With a deep sigh, he settles into the other’s embrace, leaning his head on Wu Xi’s broad chest.

“I am worried,” he admits eventually.

Stroking his hair soothingly, Wu Xi just hums in quiet understanding.

"I'm worried about the two idiots on the mountain," he adds, as if that wasn't obvious, and Wu Xi, as expected, doesn't reply. Jing Beiyuan continues, unbothered by his husband's lack of reaction. "I keep telling the little idiot," here he pauses to marvel at the fact that he distinguishes his companions merely by the grade of their idiocy, then sighs inwardly, "that his shifu and shishu are fine, that he should focus on his training in order to have something to show his shifu upon his return, but sometimes I…." He trails off, snuggling closer into the other's neck.

Zhang Chengling isn't coping well with the fact that both his mentors left with the intention to die on that mountain, albeit with different purposes in mind, and Jing Beiyuan has had to forcefully stop him from climbing that mountain himself, twice by now. For now he seems to have begrudgingly accepted his fate, although Jing Beiyuan can see his outbursts of anger for the fear they are.

He inhales deeply, willing his thoughts to calm down. All they have to do now is wait, wait for Zishu and his little maniac to return safely, and return they will, he has no doubts about it. He can’t, for Chengling’s sake.

A knock on the door interrupts the silent moment and with a groan, Jing Beiyuan clambers out of his husband’s lap to open the door, while said husband reaches for his abandoned book. The elderly innkeeper in front of him doesn’t spare a glance at Jing Beiyuan’s slightly ruffled hair, fiddling with the cap in his hands. At the other’s raised eyebrow, he bows so deep his forehead seems to touch his knees, and Jing Beiyuan has to bite back a grin.

“Yes?”, he asks magnanimously. The man shifts uncomfortably. “Your highness,” he begins, but Jing Beiyuan interrupts him with a hand on his shoulder. “I am certainly not worthy of such a noble title, my good man, just call me Lord Seventh, and speak freely. What bothers you?”

The other man bows again, not as low as before, but it still looks uncomfortable. “Your lordship,” he begins, and Jing Beiyuan sighs, hearing a slight huff of laughter from behind. Wu Xi knows of his resentment against his past life and the decorum it entailed. “Your lordship,” the man repeats, sounding increasingly desperate. “Your, umm.. The young master… He… The courtyard…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, but Jing Beiyuan has a vague idea of what he is trying to say, so he just nods and breezes past the innkeeper, who hastily shuts the door and scrambles to follow him.

From the inn’s inner courtyard he can already hear a dull thudding noise that grows louder as he approaches. In the yard, next to a small wooden shack, he finds the source of the noise: Zhang Chengling, gracelessly hitting the timber wall with a training sword, his face and back sweaty, his hair in disarray, his mouth a thin line. Jing Beiyuan nods to the innkeeper, who retreats to another building, then slowly approaches the boy, keeping his distance from the sword. Leaning on the wooden wall, he stays silent, observing Zishu’s disciple. The boy has grown a finger’s breadth over the last weeks, his body starting to stretch, his face about to lose the softness of childhood. He has seen a lot these past months, Jing Beiyuan muses, and feels infinite fondness for the little idiot.

Zhang Chengling has seen him, of course, but doesn’t make any move to stop his grim assault on the shack, so Jing Beiyuan says after a while, “You might want to use a real sword when you intend to put a hole in that thing.” His teasing doesn’t gain a reaction, however, the boy still hacking away at the wood. “Chengling,” he says after a while, softly, gently, “they will return.”

“I know,” comes the strained reply, but the beating doesn’t stop. The hits seem to grow less forceful, though, and Jing Beiyuan inches closer. “If Tian Chuang had succeeded,” he adds quietly, “we would know.” He looks directly at Chengling who stubbornly avoids his gaze, but his movements slow further, until he swings the sword like a flag bearer his banner in a parade. Jing Beiyuan carefully closes the distance, intercepting the last swing with his hand, gripping the wooden sword. He notices its shaking, and it’s only a heartbeat before Chengling collapses into his arms, letting go of the sword and wrapping both arms around him in a desperate embrace. Jing Beiyuan lowers the sword, then enfolds the boy in his arms, a hand on the back of his head, and lets him sob quietly into his shoulder.

“I miss them,” the boy snuffles into his robes, his face hidden. “Sometimes I dream about them, dead and cold, buried under all that snow and I…” He hiccups, then starts sobbing again. Jing Beiyuan breathes slowly. A few days after Zishu, and then the Ghost Valley Master, ascended the mountain, there had been news of an immense avalanche that had buried a large group of people, presumably the joined forces of the Window of Heaven and the Scorpion King. But nothing had reached them since, and all of them had grown restless, even Wu Xi, even though he would never admit to it.

A hand on the boy’s back, Jing Beiyuan rubs soothing circles. “Come with me,” he says at last, “Let’s go inside and have some tea, hm?” A nod, then Chengling takes a step back, sheepishly rubbing his red eyes. “‘m sorry,” he mumbles, but Jing Beiyuan just huffs. “Never be sorry for how you feel,” he admonishes gently, putting an arm around the boy’s shoulder, subtly scooping the wooden sword up with the other hand. “Let’s have some tea and sweets, what do you say?” Chengling sniffs again, then says with the hint of a smile, “Didn’t the Great Shaman explicitly forbid us to eat sweets before dinner?” Jing Beiyuan makes a carefree gesture, then, lowering his voice, adds in a conspiratorial tone, “We have to hide it, then,” which finally makes Chengling laugh. A lighter air around them, they stroll back to the room. (Wu Xi gives them a stern look as Jing Beiyuan retrieves a bag of sweets from his sleeve, but says nothing when they share some over tea, which Jing Beiyuan secretly finds endlessly endearing.)

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The next morning finds Jing Beiyuan on a bench in that same courtyard, at the other side this time, half hidden under a canopy hung with ivy. In the middle of the courtyard, illuminated by the rising sun, Wu Xi is practicing his martial arts.

Jing Beiyuan admires everything about his little venom. His honesty, his loyalty, his unrestrained emotions, but watching the other train always leaves him breathless and with a dry mouth. Wu Xi, in his usual black robes, is a sight to behold: Even under layers of cloth his broad shoulders are visible, his long black braids with the silver hairpiece, the moon mirrored in a clear lake at night. Wu Xi in his robes is a force to be reckoned with. Wu Xi without his robes, in just some black pants, is… Well. Enticing enough to make Jing Beiyuan leave the bed before sunrise and watch him train, even after being together for years and having seen his husband naked plenty of times. Still, watching him move through the forms is different. His skin glistens with sweat, making the light catch on his collarbones, his abs. His movements show a raw power, a graceful intensity that always reminds Jing Beiyuan of a large tiger. He moves silently, with deadly precision, as if he wanted to sneak up on a hidden assassin. He doesn’t use a weapon, but Jing Beiyuan knows how strong he is, how fast, and is pretty sure that a sword would only slow him down.

Distractedly petting the sable that is curled contentedly in his lap, Jing Beiyuan marvels at his husband, until Wu Xi ends his performance with a graceful vault, landing on his hands and feet like a large cat. His hair, tied back only with a simple black leather cord, falls over his face with the movement, his eyes like glimmering coals behind the black curtain. It reminds Jing Beiyuan of their early days, of the time Wu Xi wore a veil, and he himself a mask of another kind. Trying to hide the slight shiver, he smiles at his sweaty husband who now approaches him. Before he can say anything, Wu Xi steps between his knees, carefully scooping up the sable, then reaching down to cup the nape of Jing Beiyuan’s neck. With a hint of restrained power, he pulls him up and into a searing kiss. Smiling against his lips, Wu Xi whispers, “Room,” and Jing Beiyuan lets himself be pulled.

It’s still early enough in the morning that they don’t have to be overly cautious, so when they shed their respective robes - and pets, Wu Xi’s tiny green snake gets set in its cage, while the sable leaps nimbly away from the commotion - Jing Beiyuan can’t suppress a giggle at his husband’s eagerness.

“What brought this on?”, he asks, a little breathless, as the other’s teeth close over his pulse point. Wu Xi stills for a heartbeat, then bites down harder, licking over the spot, which elicits a shiver.

“You,” is the answer, and Jing Beiyuan pulls away a fraction to look at his husband with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t remember doing anything out of the ordinary,” he smirks, “whereas you were--”

“You watched,” Wu Xi breathes into his neck, leaning back in. With another giggle, Jing Beiyuan lets himself be pulled to the bed.

Later, when they lay under scrunched up covers, sated and sweaty and content, Jing Beiyuan nuzzles into Wu Xi’s chest, inhaling his sharp scent.

“Would you do that,” he asks eventually, his voice quiet. “Sacrifice your life, I mean. For me.”

“Yes,” is all Wu Xi answers, firm and without hesitation. “I would. I will. Everything.” His arms tighten around Jing Beiyuan. After a long silence, the latter says softly, “But what if I didn’t want that?” He turns slightly to look up. “What if I didn’t want a life that’s bought with yours?”

Wu Xi doesn’t meet his gaze as he replies, “I still would. I couldn’t bear the thought of being without you, Beiyuan. I’m a coward, but I couldn’t. I thought I’d lost you once, and I..” His voice breaks, and Jing Beiyuan reaches up to cup his face. “You’re not. I would like to say that I would react differently, but…” He shrugs with a wry smile. “I wouldn’t. If I could save your life by giving up mine, I would. I would, and then wait for you again at the Three-Life Stone, until you came to meet me. And maybe this time, you would be the one with white hair.” Snuggling closer, he trails a finger over the other’s chest, then places his hand on his sternum, feeling the unrestrained energy underneath. Wu Xi turns his head, then cups Jing Beiyuan’s cheek, meeting him in a slow, languid kiss.

“I love you,” he breathes against the other’s lips, “I have loved you for all your lifetimes and I will continue to love you in all that follow. Where you go, I’m going, Beiyuan.”

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It takes almost another month until Zishu and his little-, no, his giant idiot return. On a sunny afternoon, as if they had just been out for a stroll, they saunter casually into the inn’s dining room, and Jing Beiyuan almost drops his teacup, staring in disbelief. Before he can say anything, Zishu grins - he grins! - at him and plops down into the bench opposite him, Wen Kexing at his side. Jing Beiyuan notices in utter shock that the latter’s hair has gone completely white.

“Wha--,” he starts, but now the waiter has spotted them, hurrying over. Giving their, admittedly quite ragged, appearance a cautious once-over, he clears his throat, but Jing Beiyuan hurries to assuage him. “Whatever these gentlemen desire to eat,” he declares, probably with more grandeur than necessary, “they will receive.” The waiter hurries to nod his head like a turtle, but Zishu just shakes his head. “Just cold water,” he says, much to Jing Beiyuan’s and the waiter’s astonishment, but the latter immediately scrambles off to bring them their order.

Jing Beiyuan looks scrutinizingly at both of them, then says slowly, “Welcome back.” Zishu nods solemnly, taking Wen Kexing’s hand under the table. “Sorry it took so long,” he says quietly. Jing Beiyuan snorts. “You don’t have to apologise to me,” he gestures into the general direction of the inner courtyard, “but to your silly little disciple.” Zishu at least has the decency to flinch, looking uncomfortable. But it is Wen Kexing who speaks first. “How is he?”, he asks, and Jing Beiyuan notices the cautious fondness in his voice. Shrugging, he admits, “There are good days and bad.” After a pause, he adds, more quietly, “And good nights and bad.” Zishu nods, as if in agreement, and Jing Beiyuan’s curiosity wins over. “What happened?”, he asks animatedly, gesturing to the state of their robes, then Wen Kexing’s hair. “You were gone almost two months, and--”

Zishu interrupts him, sounding incredulous. “Two months?” He casts an uncertain glance at his companion who looks equally stunned. “Oh.” Inhaling slowly, he adds, “Well, I’d prefer to tell the story only once, so where is that useless disciple of mine?” Grinning, Jing Beiyuan gestures again to the inner courtyard. “Training.” Zishu gives him a skeptical look, then gets to his feet. Ignoring the waiter who just arrived with their order, he heads for the inner courtyard. Jing Beiyuan tilts his head a fraction, looking at Wen Kexing, both smiling slightly. Then, from outside, “SHIFU!”, and a dull thud, followed by another muffled “Shishu!”.

Smiling into his teacup, Jing Beiyuan closes his eyes. Some stories seem to have a happy ending after all.

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Darling nemo! Im back again❤❤❤🥺🥺😆hehehe this time with a 180 ask of the previous one🌈🌻😂☺! Hehehe cause all my sweet friends are so cute and smol i thought i would request a dose of sweetness so they can grow tall like them trees hehehe😂😂😂 so could i pretty please with all the condensed milk ontop request an HC of the boys (masamune, kyubae, keiji, papa shingen, sneki boi and sweetheart kennyo!) reacting to one small cute lil s/o☺🥺😳 hehehe

Sending ya all the love and catbus hugs sweetheart Nemo!❤❤😆🌻

Hehehe😂😂😂😂😂just could help but add this gif😏😏😏😏😏

Donation pot for those in need is still open! Help those in need now by adding another inch!

This campaign is in no way started out of self-interest and there is no way I’m a person in need of height. Though, I definitely wouldn’t object to an extra inch or two. 😏😏😏

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Characters: Masamune Date, Kyubei, Keiji Maeda, Shingen Takeda, Mitsuhide Akechi & Kennyo

Whilst the average height increased due to better food and growing wealth you didn’t seem to have been blessed with that increase. Sticking rather close to the ground you found that you had to crane your neck up permanently to face people. A pain that didn’t seem to have changed when you travelled back into time.

Masamune Date

Masamune was known to be slight in build. Small waist, slim shoulders, yet there was some tremendous strength within the man that could not be denied. Strength he often displayed as well whenever he easily swept you into his arms.

“Come down, kitten,” he had told you, beaming in confidence as he smiled up at the tree in which you were stuck. The ladder that you had used to climb up laid down next to him uselessly while his arms were spread. Masamune’s intentions and plans were clear, but you weren’t so on board with them as your eyes swept between the steps and the warlord.

“You can trust me,” he challenges you and that convinces you as you leap down from your spot in the tree right into his arms in which he firmly catches you, enveloping you into his embrace as he holds you close.

“See, you’re so small I can easily catch you,” Masamune smirks as he tickles you under your chin.

Kyubei

To say that Kyubei was tall was understating. Most of the warlords were tall, and that included the lord the vassal served. Kyubei was, compared to you, ginormous. Built firm like a mountain with broad shoulders that you could have sworn spawned half your height, and able to hover over you that you could have sworn that you were lucky if you could even touch his shoulder.

And yet, he was more gentle in nature than anyone. Despite his large figure Kyubei was the kindest and gentlest giant you had encountered who treated you with more warmth and care than the porcelain of a collector.

“I love how you disappear in my arms,” the man sighed contentedly when he had you in his lap. It was the truth. The wide sleeves of his kimono along with his upper body did manage to cover your whole being, making it almost seem like that the vassal was curled up into himself if you pulled your knees in a little further.

“It makes it easier to keep you all to myself,” he continued to murmur into your hair and a gentle squeeze pulled you closer into his embrace as the man breathed in your scent.

Keiji Maeda

“What am I holding?” Keiji asked you one day, hands cupping your face as he squeezed your cheeks, forcing you up on your toes a bit.

Rolling your eyes in response you murmured your answer out between pursed lips, barely understandable, as Keiji gave you another blinding smile.

“The world!” he chirped his answer before pausing, a thoughtful look crossing by.

“But what a small one it is,” he mused, earning himself a hit to the arm from your side.

Shingen Takeda

Shingen was often described to be a mountain of a man. Big as an old oak tree, broader than the sun could reach, but that never held him back from joking around with the much smaller you.

“Gravity,” he gasped, the rather modern word sounding as he clung onto you, “is,” and with a dramatic shift he pulled you down with him, though careful not to have you hurt, “pulling.”

Each word came out slowly, deliberately and theatrically as he managed to capture you fully underneath him on the floor, the rest of the words long forgotten as you wriggled underneath him in bursts of giggles and laughs at the silly antics of the man.

“Ah, no,” Shingen concludes, a satisfied smile on his face as he snuggles in, “it is your thrall that pulls me.”

Mitsuhide Akechi

“Little one,” Mitsuhide’s sonorous voice called and by the tone alone you could tell what time it was.

Perhaps you had been a little mean by diving under his arms when he tried to hug you. But the temptation to tease the warlord back for once through denial had been too great.

Unfortunately, Mitsuhide always gave back what he was given and he paid it back tenfold leaving you in debt.

“Your legs are far too short to escape me, dearest small one.”

The words haunted you as he easily caught you, pulling you back into his chest as he whispered a mean promise down your ear.  

Kennyo

The differences between the two of you was stark. You were small and warm, he was large and harsh. It daunted the man whenever he touched you, afraid of breaking you, even more afraid of hurting you. But you liked to stay close to him, you even seemed to enjoy it and the man could only allow you to.

There was a weight on his chest, small and precious, two arms surrounding him, barely holding on. Kennyo smiled at that endearing sight of you clinging onto him, enjoying how you never shied away from him despite the obvious fact that he could easily crush you.

Your love was enormous compared to the size you carried and Kennyo felt overwhelmed by that without a fail each time you drew close.

[princesssarcastia]

Thoughts on Star Trek AOS? (And do you think Kirk was on Tarsus?)

i have SO MANY THOUGHTS about star trek aos, so buckle up.  brace yourself.

star trek aos is a terrible disaster and i love it SO MUCH.  for me, star trek 2009 is still in that class of unreasonably pleasing movies like the mummy or stardust or jumanji: welcome to the jungle.  what they are isn’t exactly top notch but you love them for being exactly what they are.

star trek aos is a star-studded fucking phenomenal cast of some of the best actors working today, which makes up for the very inconsistent writing and unfortunate low-level current of sexism.

literally where would i be today if chris pine could not make faces Like That. i honestly couldn’t tell you.

overall, I have quite a few bones to pick with JJ Abrams for setting up a star trek universe that is less Wacky Space Utopia adventures with liberal political commentary ranging from unsubtle to im-hitting-you-over-the-head-with-my-opinions-like-they’re-a-brick—

to this kind of overtly militarized action-hero adventure porn where one white man saves the universe from Scary People Who Don’t Look Like Us And Are Crazy.  I also don’t appreciate what they did to Jim Kirk, turning him into this womanizing self-centered bastard who has to be in charge.  I REALLY don’t appreciate the casual misogyny, what with the last of rank stripes for women and the gratuitous sex-ed up scenes and the way that Amanda Grayson gets fridged for man-pain and and and— you get the picture.

Or at least, that’s what they tried to do to jim kirk.  and god fucking bless chris pine for being able to make facial expressions, because i firmly believe if pretty much almost anyone else had played Jim Kirk as written by JJ Abrams, that’s exactly what he would have been.

But because of chris pine’s acting, instead, most of the AOS fandom and I realized/decided that this “womanizing” version of jim kirk actually really really hates himself so much, most likely for trauma reasons. 

we took that shit and ran with it and never really stopped.

zachary quinto is also like god tier casting.  unfortunately the writers for the first two movies mostly gave him Anger as a primary motivator, which like, is not exactly how I would interpret Spock at all, but quinto played this Angry Spock so so well.

ZOE SALDANA PLAYS THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, NYOTA UHURA, PERFECTLY AND THAT’S ALL I’LL HEAR ON THE MATTER.

john cho should be cast in everything ever he’s amazing and I love seeing him.  this man has the range. hikaru sulu is the backbone of this fucking ship.  this man wins the big damn hero award every single movie. 

i still miss living in the same world as anton yelchin. i really, really do.

I also have found family feelings all over these movies, where these baby versions of iconic characters from the sixties are brought together too early to witness too much fucking trauma.  harry potter references aren’t exactly in vogue right now, but there’s this one piece from a—well, actually, its a harry potter reference in an mcu fic i read years ago, now that i think about it, but anyway:

it was something like, there are some things you can’t go through with a person—like that mountain troll in harry potter—without becoming friends for life.  there are some crucibles that will bind you together forever.  and awful as it is, I think Nero and the Vulcan genocide were the AOS crew’s mountain troll.  there’s no going back or separating, after that.

also I feel like there’s a ton of competence porn in this trilogy that i deeply, deeply enjoy.

star trek: 2009 and into darkness are both grimdark male power fantasy bullshit that only accidentally hits all the right buttons for me.  I love them dearly but i know EXACTLY what they are, thank you.

star trek: beyond is a delightful movie with no real plot where our favorite crew are finally Adults With A Modicum Of Common Sense And Stability, instead of Disaster Children Angsting All Over The Place, and they get to save the universe with the power of excellent rock music and friendship. how cool is that?!?  i wanna give simon pegg a high five for making this movie.

on a more meta note, what I find kind of satisfying about these movies is that—for all his many faults that i’m always happy to expound upon—JJ Abrams actually went for it.  He Did That.  He just made his own brand new timeline, killed jim kirk’s dad, then gave him an abusive uncle/step-dad, then literally destroyed one of the founding planets of the Federation, then he, in an iconic fashion, switched Jim and Spock’s places in the infamous “wrath of khan” death scene, so instead Spock gets to watch Jim die. 

and you know what? I can forgive a lot of bullshit for that kind of poetic angsty fanfic plot detail. 

every time uhura says, “an alternate reality,” in star trek 2009 just gives me chills.  every time she says it, you feel the weight of sixty years of history and legacy sitting on these people’s shoulders, the weight of arguably one of the most popular TV shows of all time.

imagine, living in a new world you’re aware isn’t the one that was supposed to be.  imagine that!

oh! and on the question of tarsus:

what I think is probably true irl: JJ Abrams has never thought that far ahead in his life.  correct me if i’m wrong, but hadn’t he.....not even watched star trek.........when he made these movies............like lol i’d bet you this man didn’t even really know Tarsus was a thing.  And even if he did, I don’t think he thought it was part of the new canon he was creating.  AOS is much more self-contained than the serialized universe the original star trek was, so I don’t think that AOS was intended to encompass all those things, like tarsus, that we as a fandom like to obsess over.

what I personally enjoy: i love me some AOS fic that explores the ridiculous amounts of trauma that comes from living through a genocide.  I think that, given we all decided AOS Jim Kirk hates himself, and engages in a shit ton of self-sabotaging and destructive behavior to cope, it’s a reasonable jump to think that at least some of that comes from some survivor’s guilt bullshit from Tarsus.  And honestly, hit me up if you want recs for this, because boy do I have them.  I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: no one does angst quite like AOS!Jim Kirk.

what I believe wholeheartedly: this is like Schrödinger's Plot Point, okay, it both exists and doesn’t exist simultaneously.  it’s easy to read tarsus into some of jim’s behavior, and it’s easy to read none of it in, and both of those choices are valid.  go with your gut, go with what makes you happy, go with what you think makes sense.  This is where fandom lives, in these little details that fall through the cracks.

anyway WOW did I talk a lot.  those are at least some of my star trek thoughts.  i do have others, but i’ve expounded on them before on this blog, and y’all don’t need me to repeat myself

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[hei-ch0u]

Oh boy. Here goes... Shingeki no Kyojin Final chapter (139) thoughts and analysis ✰

Well, where do I even begin to accumulate my thoughts on the final chapter of Shingeki no Kyojin? Even after some time to reflect and read the chapter many times, over and over - I’m still going to struggle to form this analysis. But, alas I shall try my best despite this.

I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read this and understand my own views of the final chapter. Proceed with caution - ⚠️ spoilers ahead ⚠️

This chapter and ending overall has left me with a love/hate relationship with the overall tale in full. I’d even go as far as saying it has tainted my view slightly of the entire series in one way or another and I will never look at it the same way I did - as much as I wish I could. My reasoning for the love/hate relationship I have will come, but, I want to start off by saying that despite it’s ending I will always appreciate this story and Isayama for his work, even if I myself don’t approve of his steering towards the ending.

It is just like I said in my theory, the thing we all need to recognise with this story is that the characters we love and have cherished, were never going to get exactly what they desired and if anything this chapter is a clear indication of that fact. It has been a story that was paved for a bitter, somewhat ‘bittersweet’ ending (yes, I hoped it wouldn’t be in the form of ‘that’, but it was). It is just as Mikasa said - “The world is cruel and merciless, but it is also beautiful”. This tale became the typical embodiment of humanity and how ruthless it can be.

Again, like I said in my theory, it was heavily foreshadowed that Eren was playing devil’s advocate and might have to sacrifice his freedom in this life to save the ones who meant the most to him. We heard hints in OST’s such as My War, Red Swan, Vogel Im Kafig, among others…

“Angel playing disguise with Devil’s face”

“I’ll cry for you in a dream”

“All of my kingdom, for your return, I’d let it burn!”

“Spread your wings, which are dreaded in blood”

“And eternity as you, fly to heaven”

“Like a fallen angel”

“Looking down from above I feel awful”

“Every living being dies someday, whether we are ready to die or not”

“Is that the angel who flew down from the twilight sky?”

“Is that the devil who crawled out from the crevice?”

“Tears, anger, compassion, cruelty, peace, chaos, faith, betrayal.”

It was foreshadowed, all of those things in the last example is humanity in a nutshell. The use of birds to symbolise the dead was shown on multiple occasions. Hell, even in the Levi ova, his friends are shown as 2 birds above him as he continues forward. It didn’t shock me that Eren’s soul was represented or “reincarnated” in the form of a bird - simply because birds are the most free creatures on our planet, they can fly over land, sea and maintain the air around them. Realistically, we should’ve analysed the birds presence more (it was even implied in the opening trailer for season 4. Falco awoke to a bird flying above him, we saw the bird present many times in even past seasons and don’t get me started on how many times it was present in the manga). Our Angel was Eren. He was a fallen angel - a slave to the story and what it means to be human, to feel deeply and make sacrifices. He was never a monster, just a pawn in a wicked game.

For a split moment of initial shock, I let the “judging a book by its cover” ideal kick in. After calming down and having access to proper translations, again I can’t say I love this ending or hate it - it has the bittersweet notion that was intended, but it was also lukewarm. It is not perfect by any means, there are some plot holes and loose ends that could have been tied up by extension. However, Isayama maybe intended for it to remain open for interpretation. Something of which, I’ll reveal what I personally took from the ending.

One thing I am surely certain of, is that I can hold my hands above my head and say this chapter 100% embodied my love for my favourite character - Eren Jaeger. He had such a tragic outcome, he did it all for his friends and loved ones. He was never free, not in life and partially not in death. He was a broken child, in a broken world with a broken fate of shouldering mass amounts of responsibility with no idea of how to change or control the past, present and future. To witness your best friend talking of all the things he was going to see, yet knowing you wouldn’t be there to see it yourself. To know the girl who was there for him forever and always, could never be his to cherish. He had no freedom to do so. To live the life he wanted to, he would have died anyway. If he had ran off with Mikasa, he would have damned his friends. The life he wanted was not feasible, therefore he chose to sacrifice his desires so his friends could live long lives, unlike the one he was damned to. He was a character who was torn along all sides of the coin. Torn between his desires, his duty and his self - all while experiencing memories from all angles. He was not a monster or a psychopath and I won’t let others spit on his name due to their lack of analysis and empathy. He is human. He is allowed to feel. He isn’t pathetic for wanting to live, for wanting to be with his friends or the girl he loves. He is 19. Can you really say you wouldn’t feel the same? It is natural to be frustrated at your life being ripped from under your feet at such a young age. He was damned if he did, damned if he didn’t. Look at his face in paths when he talks with Armin, he is devastated and he had no solution.

However, I do believe he will be reunited with his friends once more. After all, the scouts were reunited in death, so why shouldn’t he? His friends will not live in vain, his sacrifice will mean something. They will live their life to the fullest and find peace in life and then in death - they have Eren to thank for that. Another misconception I want to pick out of the fandom is that they did not condone genocide, they did not thank Eren for ridding the population of 80%. Armin states it as an “error”. What they did do, was acknowledge Eren’s sacrifice for them to live and that they understood it’s not what he wanted himself, but that due to unseen forces. - did he really have a choice? It is not by any means perfect, but it gives them freedom to live out with the walls - was this not Eren’s dream? To be free, not confined within the walls by Titans. He did exterminate all titans, that is one goal Eren Jaeger accomplished. We don’t know the full extent of the power of the attack titan or the founding titan, this is one of the open plot holes. Eren himself explains this, he himself has no clue and his head is a mess - is it any shock that his head is a mess? People would go crazy over less. He was a pawn in a story with no happy ending. At least not for him.

Even in the bird reincarnation theory, I hope he is happy and free. Free to roam the skies, perch upon the tallest mountains, titter along the grass banks of the world and watch over his comrades, his friends, the ones he loves deeply… The tragic protagonist I will always remember. (Especially as one who was done so dirty by his author)

There was so many routes this manga could have taken, fan theories proved this and I do think the ending could have been executed better. We were not getting a happy ending, it is not happy by all means. Those characters left have to live in the aftermath, aware of their friends sacrifice and all he had to put himself through for them to live the lives they themselves desired. My favourite quote will always be:

“Don’t pity the dead. Pity the living”

Mikasa lost her family in more ways than one, she has to live a life where she didn’t get the one person she desired more than anything, but I believe she will move on and Eren will be by her side the entire time until they are reunited in death. Levi is the same, he lost everyone and whoever his love may have been - Erwin, Hanji, Petra (who knows). Either way, he didn’t have those loved ones around in the end. But, he no longer has to fight for survival and can spend the remainder of his time resting until the day in the future he can be reunited with his comrades, friends and even kick Eren a big one, ruffle his hair, tell him its okay and tell him all the things he wanted to tell him like he said. Armin lost his best friend, he held the burden above his head that he himself killed Eren and not Mikasa. However, he has an abundance of friends, he has Annie and he can travel the world like he desired - like Mikasa, he will have Eren by his side for the remainder of his time.

Jean can meet the woman of his dreams and have the children like he desired, knowing that even in their silly quarrels - Eren was loyal to him always. Connie can have his mother back, his family and move on. Reiner can live, not die like he once desired and live on knowing of Eren’s sacrifice, that he wasn’t a monster himself. He is free from the curse, as is Annie, Pieck and Falco. The warriors have their families back. Gabi and Falco can be together unlike their comparisons, sad, but fitting. They are in Paradis, a place we never expected them to be in the end, advocating for change alongside Onyakapon looking after their elder, Levi, alongside them. On Eren’s death anniversary, it is implied they all return to his grave to be together, none of them are alone like we initially thought. Mikasa is not alone in Paradis since it is implied that Levi, Onyankapon, Gabi, Falco, Historia even… still live amidst the walls - I think it would be wasteful to assume such a strong character secludes herself after the love of her life’s death. She does not have to love another man, she can choose to live her life for herself, a long one alongside her friends. This manga has never necessarily needed to have love stories, they are implied, but not needed. For life itself is the embodiment of their freedom.

This above is the rosy way of looking at it and it’s what I personally will take from it. I overall think it is terrible writing and use of dialogue - there’s no denying it. I myself as a writer and artist would have done it differently. Isayama has created a manga with a tragic story that reveals the raw, tainted feeling of what it’s like to be human. We all want things, we all have desires…but we don’t always get them, no matter how hard we try, some will slip from our grasps. That is life, no matter the universe. Yes. But, I do think in ways Isayama did taint and obliterate Eren as a character. This I am disappointed in. It is a typical author ideal of damning his protagonist and the sad thing about being a stories protagonist - you risk being ruined due to being written so complex initially that the author loses sight of how to conclude your arc respectfully. I believe from what we have been shown, he would not have accepted his death that easily and would fight for another way. Although, I cannot blame him as I myself would have felt defeated, suicidal and depressed at learning everything he did after his contact with Historia at such a young age. Remember, how you are brought up in an already cruel world is key - he didn’t stand a chance. But alas, I still feel he would’ve fought. This Eren is not the Eren we saw the majority of the manga, but then again he did change and I feel so sorry that the Titan power had that effect on him.

This is the character development true Eren stans are enraged with. TATAKAE! Fight the attack titan, fight the founding titan, fight against your cruel fate - don’t succumb to defeat. There is always another way. I don’t accept this version of Eren, due to the development we saw built by Isayama of his character, I can’t. It leaves so many gaps among other plot reveals. I don’t see what was accomplished. Eren’s being, his life, was a ploy to keep the other characters we care about alive, but at what cost ? If I was Eren’s friend, I would go forward like he wanted me to, but I could never forget the burden he bared and what he had to go through and what he did to achieve that outcome for me. I would forever be sad. I would be living in a world much like this one, lacking in peace and serenity and above all is that not what we all desire in one way or another? He did not necessarily know the Dina titan would go for his mother, but he had to direct it away from Bertholdt since in the timeline it was not his time to die. Always remember the theory of time, one thing changed, drastically changes the outcome. He did not want civilians or people within Paradis to die, it became collateral damage and no one would be able to fight for some time because of the 80% notion. He gave them time to live, time to change things to the best of their abilities and experience all they possibly could. They became the ‘heroes’, but again, at what cost?

Now, to the plot holes and answers I feel needed to be present for the story to knit together in a better way. This will be less “paragraph” based and more pointed, since…well these things were not explained. Majority of potential foreshadowing was swept under the rug like it meant nothing to bring about the lukewarm feeling I was talking about.

The alien like hallucigenia, what exactly was its purpose? It’s reason for being? It disappeared and ceased to exist. No mention of how it came to be. Even Ymir just vanished. Everything ceased to exist and Eren himself couldn’t understand Ymir’s reasoning other than being able to witness love. This seemed to be cop out on Isayama’s part.

Historia’s pregnancy was heavily implied and emphasised on within the manga, making readers think it meant something (when a creator zones in on these things, its usually for further plot reveal) Her character development was destroyed and she deserved better. She sidelined herself and stayed away till the final moment where it is implied she and Armin will become the negotiators of a new world, all while housing tyrants (Jaegerists). Again a further implication of Shonen manga and its poor interpretation of women.

The conclusion to Ymir and Eren’s particular character arcs was shocking and this can’t be dismissed. We needed both their sides of things to explain more. It lacked real conclusion and didn’t match up to past events or character development. This chapter should have purely been an Eren POV with the ending moments of how the scouts moved on. Of course this couldn’t have been done in 1 chapter, hence the recognition that this manga needed ‘more’ and it wasn’t enough to tie it all together. Another flaw in Isayama’s writing and continuity.

The Ackermans? Don’t get me started. My theory again will entail my rage about this one. Did the Ackerman power cease to exist like the titan curse? What is their origin story? To imply the Ackerman blood concept in all its parallels and foreshadowing to not even have the 2 remaining characters from said bloodline talk about their shared experience in thorough detail is such an abysmal hole in plot. Especially with it being heavily emphasised throughout the entire manga.

I barely saw any signs of Eren being in love with Mikasa? If this was the case, then it should have been shown in the manga and emphasised like isayama did with many other things that eventually had no meaning. I always viewed their relationship as very toxic to both sides and needed amending. So for Eren to suddenly turn round and say he doesn’t want her to be with another man....I find this a very bad continuation and completely disregards how Eren has been the past 138 chapters. Why was it so hard for him to say these things even before he made contact with historia and unravelled it all? Was it the power of the attack titan preventing him?.... (below)

The attack titan and founding titan, explain how it works. Why does Eren himself not fully understand yet he embodies them? Why could he not have flipped the switch? Why could he not ask for help? Explanation is needed.

All the time loop links diminished to nothing other than Eren’s past, present and future…yet its implied in many characters even in their childhoods mentions of things they could not be aware of. How can it merely be coincidence?

I wholeheartedly believe that this was not the initial ending of Shingeki no Kyojin, specifically because I and a few others I’ve seen noticed the shift in the story around 10 or so chapters ago. It seemed to be going in the route of a few particular fan theories and then suddenly (quite drastically I’ll add) shifted into this ending. I can only theorise that Isayama changed his original ending along the way to please editors and readers in different ways. In interviews past, he has completely contradicted things he has said about the manga and its ending with what he has produced in the final chapter. When you look at it from a marketing point of view as a selling point, if Isayama had killed certain characters like “Levi” for example or left the ending dark as it possibly could have been (something I wouldn’t have put past yams to do) it would be bad from a marketing point given the likes of Levi is the targeted favourite of the series (even with being a side character) and editors would heavily warn him of this.

People are saying that it’s Isayama’s story and editors won’t have influence - you’d be heavily surprised how much the editing team can have influence, especially when a story of this magnitude becomes so popular. I do think in ways, Isayama gave up. As an artist even myself, its very abundantly clear when a fellow creative loses drive and how the concept of something becoming popular can influence you to become bored and look for a way out. Hence, the clear signs of the story coming out as rushed, its all there, the loss of continuity, the holes in plot and even though Isayama’s art can be inconsistently coherent - some parts of the past few chapters weren’t at the full potential we saw previously. We watched him get better to suddenly somehow revert? That to me seems like a creator who had just had enough and maybe in the end chose to veer off his original plan.

Alas! As I said, I will always love Shingeki no Kyojin despite its ending and loose ties, it holds a place in my heart and has been a favourite of mine since my school days. Being an adult now In her 20’s and experiencing the many troubles of what its like to be human and a creative can sympathise with the struggles and stress Isayama would have been under all these years as his manga gradually became the phenomenon it is now. As it is our favourite characters time to rest and move on, it is his also. Although the story is not where I and many others hoped it would go, I still thank him massively for giving me characters like Eren Jaeger, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert… the list goes on. Thank you for embodying why Eren was my first and last favourite character. Goodbye Shingeki no Kyojin.

[akinaichan]

Sooooo...

It's been a while since I've done anything creative. My motivation is lacking and my attempts at renewing them are few and far between. I don't usually do this--not that I haven't done this before, but I am going to try something different and actually share...something. Writing, if anyone is interested, or if not, that's okay. Just testing the waters to see if I don't actually chicken out and delete it later.

That being said, here's a short snippit of a Hobbit fic I've been procrastinating on since 2018. Maybe it'll actually go somewhere. Who knows! Comments and critique are always welcome here, so don't be shy. I appreciate you even looking at my material.

Anyway, here we go!

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Title: Unwelcome Company

Current Rating: T

Fandom: The Hobbit (Films)

Category: F/M, Multi

Characters: Thorin, Reader, Bilbo, Balin, Dwalin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Bombur, Bofur, Bifur, Fili, Kili, Oin, Gloin, Gandalf, and more.

Tags: Sue me, I don't know how to tag well. It's new to me.

xxxx

"What have you done...?"

"...Nothing," you had said rather calmly. Unlike the rise and fall of your chest suggested.

"Nothing…? Does this look like nothing to you?!" He gestured to the sight of the camp.

Your gaze shifted, and you could see that debris was everywhere.

From bedrolls scattered and torn across the campsite, to the turned out fire and their uneaten dinner now strewn across the forest floor. It was an outright mess, and their supplies suffered nothing short of destroyed. They would be lucky to find anything salvageable in this destruction, but it could have been worse, much worse than any of those present realize.

“I leave you with the simplest task,” returned that familiar voice grasping your attention. Your eyes met with winter blue. “…and you cannot even do that. What worth are you to me—to the company? What use do you have besides causing us more grief?”

You say nothing, and remain in place before you gazed about the company. There was many a disgruntled face that stood within the small gathering. While some did not know what to make of this disaster, others appeared exasperated, angered even, by what you have done.

“We should have never brought you with us,” said he who stood out from among the others. “I knew it to be a mistake, yet I listened to Gandalf as if you would be something of worth! You are useless; a pathetic clumsy oaf that has only served to burden us further. Even the hobbit has done more to be of use to us than you. And what have you to show?” His gaze hardened, daring you to prove him wrong. “There is nothing you have done that has been the least bit helpful, and I will not stand here and allow this company to fall apart because of you! I would rather gut you where you stand and leave you to fester while the beasts of the night supple on your corpse. ”

“Thorin—“

“Be silent!” he snapped, issuing no argument to his claim. It had been Balin to try and sway his harsh words, but what good had that done but to silence the old dwarf.

“This should have been said long ago, and I think I have held my tongue long enough!” His eyes remained on yours. “You do not belong here…” he said, taking a single step forward. “Leave us. Be gone from our sights. We will have nothing more to do with you…”

“Wait!” called the young male dwarf with black shoulder length hair. “We cannot just let him go. It’s dark! Who knows what would be in the forest this time of night. He would be going to his death!”

“Kili’s right!” said another. This time it was the dwarf with a twisted woolen hat. “We can’t expect ‘im to go out there on his own. At least let ‘im explain this…this accident!”

“Accident!?” spoke the bald headed dwarf. It was Dwalin. “Are your eyes on straight, Bofur? We’ve almost got nothing left, thanks to ‘im!”

“And it wouldn’t be the first time!” said another with a beard decorated in silver beads. It was Gloin.

The company seemed to stir in that moment; agreeing to disagree over what transpired from the moment you set foot within the company. It was turning into a heated argument, and watching them as they were, fighting over your presence was enough to make you decide your next course of action.

“That’s enough!” shouted Thorin, silencing all who were present. The company fell quiet, uttering no sound or noise to be made as he gazed about the company. “We will discuss this no more! Let’s get this place cleaned up. ” His eyes shifted to you as he began to move. “Oin, Gloin—start a fire! Give us some light before night’s end.”

With that, the King under the Mountain turned his back on you, and sparing you no glance as he began to pick up the pieces of the camp. There were few who stood hesitant as they gazed in your direction before following in suit with the others as they too began to pick up what remained of their supplies.

[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 19

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,003

Warnings: Special visitors!

A/N: FLOOF.

Spencer turns over and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his back as sleep begs for you to return for just a little longer. “Don’t forget, Derek and Savannah are coming to visit today,” Spencer mumbles.

“I know,” you reply. As much as you want to go back to sleep, you’re looking forward to seeing them. The last time you saw them was just before Charlotte was born, and between babies and distance the phone was all you had to stay in touch. Spencer’s been looking forward to this for ages. “Wanna go tackle diaper and clothing changes together?”

Like zombies, you both rise from the bed and stumble into Charlotte’s nursery, but the moment you see her sitting up in her crib with an enormous smile on her face, you can’t help but wake up a little bit more. “Hello, my little flower,” Spencer says softly, picking her up and placing her on the changing table. “You sleep okay?”

Neither of you woke up during the night, so the answer must’ve been yes.

While Spencer takes care of her diaper change, you search through her mountain of clothing (She has more than you. How is this possible?) and finally find what you’re looking for - a little mint green sweatsuit with Minnie Mouse on it and Minnie ears on the hoodie. Getting her changed is actually more difficult than when she was a newborn because she has control of her limbs and basically wants them in any other area than where they need to be.

Feeding is fun though. She makes the funniest faces when she hates something and when she loves something, her eyes go wide with awe, like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, which is hysterical. While Spencer handles feeding, you make breakfast for you both, eating semi-leisurely before you have to handle the morning chores and get ready before Derek and Savannah arrive. Parent life means you have no idea where the hours go. Before you know it, there’s a knock at the door.

Setting Charlotte in front of a mountain of toys, you both go to greet your guests. With a baby, you cling to adult interactions like a magnet on a refrigerator.  

“Pretty boy!” Derek exclaims. “How ya doing?”

“Tired,” Spencer laughs softly. “But alive. You?”

Savannah walks in with Hank on her hip. “About the same. Expect being tired for the next, oh, 18 years at least. Right, Derek? How are you guys doing?” She asks, giving both of you a hug and kiss hello.

Conversation is easy, flowing as Hank and Charlotte play with each other in the living room. While they occupy each other, the four of you talk about work, and eventually Savannah and yourself stand against the refrigerator watching your boys reminisce about their days at the BAU. “Do you miss it?” Derek asks, peeking over the counter to make sure his little man is behaving himself.

Shaking his head, Spencer tips his second mug of coffee into his mouth. He still hasn’t woken up yet even though you’ve both been awake for hours. “I miss the team and seeing everyone every day, but I’m so glad I’ve made a different life for myself. I still teach and I consult every so often, so I get just enough while still being able to be at home.”

“Me too, man. At first I thought it was gonna drive me crazy, but now Savannah and the little man kick my ass enough.”

“You know it,” Savannah replies, slapping her husband on the shoulder as she throws her head back in laughter. “Plus, it’s just nice to have you home.”

Slipping into Spencer’s lap, you curl against him, all pretenses out the window as you lazily lounge there sans makeup and in the rattiest clothes imaginable. Silence falls when Hank starts talking to Charlotte and she starts babbling back. All four of you get wrapped up in how cute they are. “It’s nice to finally see you happy, kid.” Derek claps Spencer on the back. “You deserve it.”

“Cheers with coffee mugs?”

In unison, your mugs clink together and drink in celebration of your new lives. “Here’s to our families,” Spencer says.

--

After the four of you play with the babies for a while, with Spencer and Derek getting a little more into racing cars than Charlotte and Hank, you decide to chance going to a restaurant with a toddler and a 9.5 month old. You’re all craving Mexican and there’s a great place down the street that opened after Derek moved back to Chicago, so you decide to take them there. Just as you and Spencer and grabbing jackets out of the closet, Savannah screams out from the kitchen. “Umm, guys? Has Charlotte stood before?”

Like a cartoon, you do a double take at Spencer before the two of you rush out into the living room with your limbs hanging both in and out of your jackets. There’s Charlie, in the kitchen, right next to Savannah, standing next to a chair. “She’s standing!” Spencer smacks his hands to his head, practically ripping his hair out in excitement. Charlotte stares up and smiles. “Holy crap, you’re standing, Charlie!”

With tears in your eyes, you quickly slip your phone out of your pocket and press record, watching as Savannah takes hold of her tiny little hands and walks her toward Spencer, who’s crouching down at her level, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

“How is she so big already?” You ask, turning to Derek, who also has his phone out. “Does it just fly by like this?”

Glancing down to where Hank is still occupied with some matchbox cars, he replies fondly. “It really does. Feels like he started walking yesterday. Right?”

Savannah is too entranced with helping Charlotte over to Spencer to respond.

Derek slips on his coat and walks behind Spencer, clapping both of you on the shoulders. “She’s about to get into everything,” he chuckles. “Get ready.”

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𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓..? [𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1]

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: prince! park seonghwa

reader: fem! knight

word count: 1.7k+

summary:  It was time for another Selection. No- not a Selection for a bride but rather a well-trained knight to keep Prince Seonghwa safe after a failed assassination attempt. You, a blacksmith’s daughter, manage to make it to the elite group of knights worthy and skilled enough to protect the crown prince after months and months of training. This alone catches Seonghwa’s eyes- in more ways than one

a/n: so the first part! mind you this is unedited so im sorry if there are any spelling errors or if it sucked. ;^; i’ll try updating every week but please bear with me- class is about to start soon for me :(( Also- I hope you catch the two cameos of two other kpop idols in here ;) 

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You were always full of surprises.

You surprised your mother with your first kick in the womb while she was tidying your father’s workbench. You surprised your whole family when you came out of the womb as a girl- not as a boy like a village’s midwife predicted. You surprised your father with the first sword you crafted, showing that the gift of smithing didn’t stop at your older brother.

So it wasn’t unexpected when you expressed your desire to open another smithy in town.

“Now why would you want to do that, my dear?” Your father asked with a gentle smile, wincing at the injury his leg sustained during an accident in the workshop. “Are you not satisfied here with us?”

Your younger self momentarily glanced at his injury, shaking her head before answering him with a hopeful grin. “I am papa. But we will be able to earn more for the future. And you don’t have to tire yourself out in the smithy anymore, papa…” Your voice trailed off at the end, your smaller hands reaching out to hold her father’s.

Your father smiles gently although there was almost a sad glint to it. He raised his calloused hand to your cheek, caressing the skin there softly and pinching it afterward. He laughed quietly when you swat his hand away with a tiny pout on your rosy cheeks.

“My dear, you never fail to brighten up and think of the loved ones surrounding you. For that, I’m grateful.” He grunted as he stood up from his seat, leaning on the cane that was made for him. He gently cupped the back of your head and pulled you forward to kiss the crown of your hair.

“But don’t worry too much about me. I’ll be able to manage.” He flashes you one of his reassuring smiles before limping away to his workbench to continue his work.

You looked over to your father, brows furrowed together as your hands gripped at the apron that hung around your waist. One day- you’d make him proud and he’d never have to suffer again.  

Forward to many years later. Here you are now, a young woman of twenty-two, ready to start the day.

You yawned behind your palm, looking over to the window in the corner of the room on the right. There was no light creeping through the cracks on the shutters which was a telltale sign that the sun was still asleep and that the town was still in the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t uncommon for you to wake at this ungodly time of the day. You always had to start early because as soon as the sun rises the whole town comes to life.

Another yawn escapes you as your hand flies across the bedside table, finding the small box of matches and candlestick that you kept. You pull back your hand and hiss quietly as you feel a tiny splinter on your palm. You ignore the pain for the moment and continue searching for the candle and matchbox.

As soon as you find it, you light the candle and make work of removing the splinter in your palm. You set the candle into its respective holder and glanced over to your brother’s side of the room. His back was to you, shoulders going up and down as he breathed steadily. You roll her eyes in half amusement and half exasperation, a quiet sigh escaping you. He always stayed up late.

You get up, bringing the candlestick with you, and proceed to head to the kitchen in your small house. You grab your shawl on the way there as a draft blew through the house. It was always cold where you lived- especially since it was near the mountains- but it was even colder in the mornings.

As you move about the kitchen, you can hear footsteps approaching. “What time did you sleep last night, Christopher?” You ask your brother, not looking up from slicing the hard bread you had.

“Earlier than usual..” He yawns, running his hand through his dark hair. He assisted you in making breakfast, bringing out the earthenware jug of goat’s milk and pouring it into the clay mugs you each have.

“But late as always.” You counter back as you set the slices of bread onto the table. You proceed to return the jug of milk to the cupboard but sigh when you realize how much lighter it was than before. “Looks like we’ll be out of milk soon.”

“Then it’s another week without it,” Christopher adds as he cleans up the crumbs and cuts some slices of goat cheese to go with the bread. “Oh well… we’re used to it anyway. You know how most of what we earn goes to papa’s medicines. Not to forget his ointments.”

“I know Chris, I know.”

You two eat in silence, letting the topic pass by quickly. It’s been a decade since your father had the accident and twelve years since your mother passed from an illness. Since then, it’s just been the three of you. You and your brother worked hard from sunrise till sunset- anything to get your father to rest. You both hated to see how he limped as he walked from one place to the other. You both never told him this but you both saw him sitting on his bed one night, seemingly cursing himself as he stared at the cane he had flung across his room. It pained you to see your father, who usually held his head high, look so defeated.

“I’m off to open the smithy.” You announced as soon as you were done with your meal. “Take care of papa will you, big-nose?”

Christopher nodded, cheeks full of bread and cheese. “See you later stinky-breath”

“It’s just morning breath..!” You refute as you head back to your room to change into your work attire.

After changing into some pants, you threw on your boots and grabbed the worn leather gloves that hung by the doorway. You waved goodbye to your brother and crossed the street to your family’s little smithy.

Few people were already out and about. The delicious smell of fresh bread from the baker’s wafted through the air, thankfully overpowering the nasty odor of goat dung that your neighbors were shoveling out. Probably to be used for the farm they had, or, what little of farmland they had. It was hard to grow things around this area- especially with the altitude and type of soil but the townsfolk managed.

The few shops that were in the village started to open up and the faint sound of the quarry-workers’ song drifted up from the mountain and down into the area, their voices carried by the gentle morning breeze.

“Morning ____!” Magda, your elderly neighbor, greeted as she dusted her carpet from the window.

“Good morning Magda!” You greet back as you head into the smithy. Your boots squelched in the mud created from the dust that floated down from the mountain that mixed with the moist atmosphere created in the early morning.

The smell of heated leather, coal dust, and molten iron greeted your nostrils, burning your lungs with familiarity. You light up the tiny lanterns in the corner of the smithy and your workbench, illuminating the once dark area before grabbing the bucket beside it to fetch some water used in cooling the metal. You hum along to the quarry worker's song, having picked up the tune from having to hear it daily as you work. By the time you were finished with setting everything up, the sun was high in the sky and the town was once more bursting with life.

Your father and brother soon enter, making you smile. “Good morning father.” You greet him with a kiss to his cheek.

“Good morning my flower.” He greets in return as he limps his way over to his workbench.

You tried not to stare after him but you couldn't help it. It seems as if his limp grows worse day by day. You hoped that it the worst will never come- it was a lingering thought but you chose to keep it that way: a what-if scenario. It'll only crush your father's heart if he had to stop crafting and blacksmithing altogether- all because of his injury.

The day continued as usual. The usual customers, both kind and impatient; long lists of requests varying from a specific type of blade and scabbard to the most standard and basic ones. Soon, the sound of a mallet hammering against metal or the hissing of something hot meeting the cool water filled the area. It was practically music to you by now. Time seemed to just flow past the small family of blacksmiths as they worked hard, sweat forming on their brow and skin.

“Careful big-nose,” You tease Christopher when you catch him slipping. You saw how his eyes drooped from his lack of sleep, causing him to trip. Lucky for him- he didn’t drop the mallet he was holding onto his foot.

Lord- he needs to rest.

Chris only laughed dryly and stuck his tongue out at you to which you mirrored quite childishly. Your father only shook his head in amusement, pushing back the spectacles that sat on his nose as he engraved delicate markings into the sheathe a customer ordered a while back.

You were about to throw another playful jab at your brother when the sounds of brass trumpets echoed throughout the village. The people around you grew confused as it continued. There were horns in your village, yes, but this was different. It sounded more regal and official compared to the somewhat brash sound of the village horns.

You threw a rather quizzical look to your brother who shrugged in response. Many of the townsfolk around your area left their place and started moving towards the source of the sound, causing you to do the same. You went over to your father, handing him his cane as you three walked towards the exit of your smithy.

“Oi!! Chris! ____!” A voice called out.

You turn your head to see your friend Siyeon come running towards you. Her steps slowed down to a jog beside you, greeting your father as she did. “What do you think is happening?” She asks you, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“I have no idea.”

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An Angel With A White Warg - part 2 - Ember

Fandom: Original Relationship: Maknok/reader (orc/reader) Part one: here

 The wind had picked up the second the sun had set, leaving you a shivering mess next to the camp fire. The small bundle on your lap cuddled closer for warmth, a purr vibrating through you and calming you a little. At least you weren’t totally alone. You and the others had been travelling through the thin valley of two mountains. None of you made a sound, afraid of the snow which surrounded you all. The slightest noise could cause an avalanche. You had been trailing behind, as normal when you thought you head something from behind. pausing, you turned and scanned the thin valley for any threat.

----flash back -------- You heard a faint ‘bah’ing noise. It didn’t have the vibrato of a goat and sounded deeper. Frowning, you doubled back on yourself, searching for the creature. Then you saw it. Buried under some snow, barely moving, was a baby dragon. You paused, completely baffled as you quickly looked around. Dragons were rare, and stayed with their mothers until they were nearly fully mature. This one could only be about a year old at more. It looked about a foot long, with an extra half a foot including its tail. 

But you saw no mother. You couldn’t let the little one freeze to death, so cautiously approached it. Kneeling down, you scooped snow off its wings first, noticing how the snow had traces of blood in it. And your fingers suddenly tangled in something. Looking closer, there was wire around its right wing. The type of wire that sent a chill through your veins. The type used by poachers. You had had your fair encounter with poachers when Lunar was a pup. But now she was fully grown, most poachers wouldn’t risk their hands with her. You pulled out the small knife from your back pocket, the creature started to struggle. It had been quiet, with small whines up until now. But you had to keep it quiet so you used your left hand to hold its snout closed. You felt the heat building near its nasal passage, but it was too immature to cause anything more than a slight singe to your skin, like sitting a little too close to the fire and the heat builds up. the knife was highly effected with cutting through the biggest section of the wire and, once the little dragon saw you weren’t trying to hurt it, you were able to let go of the snout to cut out its wing properly. The second it was free, it struggled out of the snow and right onto your lap. Its claws clung to your clothes as you got the chance to look at the little creature. It was a nearly jet black, apart from the occasional specks of red through its scales. You wondered how you hadn’t spotted it the first passing, but the rocks around here were all dark so everyone must have thought it was just a rock. It had two back legs with four toes and claws at the end. Its ‘hands’ were at the end of its wings, 3 fingers with claws on the end too. Perfect for climbing and scaling this type of terrain in summer. The dragon climbed up your chest and around your neck. You had your hood up and hair down, so it must have provided warmth for the little one. You cooed it quietly as its face stuck out beside your right cheek. Reaching up, you scratched its snout and it made a purring noise which you felt through your shoulders. “Im not sure if Lunar wants a sibling. But I guess she’s not got a chose.” You whispered fondly to the creature. You looked up ahead, seeing the group hadn’t noticed you weren’t behind anymore. They were far in the distance, nearly close to the opening. Getting up, you put the knife safely in your back pocket again, about to hurry to catch up when voices filled the air from high up in the sides of the mountains. “Wheres the runt? I saw it fall around here.” One voice spoke, probably in a normal voice but the vibrations carried it down the mountain. You felt the little dragon curl into your neck, hissing. “Its mothers dead. No point wasting time looking for it.” Another seemed to shrug off. “No, no, no NO!” You suddenly heard someone yelling. Looking up, you saw an extremely large figure on the edge of the mountain toppling over and falling to the ground. It fell directly between you and the others with a loud thud that you felt send a shockwave through the ground. You froze, unable to breath for two reasons. Firstly, it was the decapitated body of a large, black dragon. Secondly, that was more than enough to cause an avalanche. Looking up, you saw the tops of the mountains start to move. You had to get out of here. Stumbling backwards, you knew there was no chance you’d get to the others. The body of the adult dragon took up all the path and you’d have to climb over it. The snow itself moved deadly fast, and you’d probably not even get to the body before it buried you. No, you turned on your heel and ran for the closest entrance. Your heart was beating so hard in your ears, you barley made out the soft sheiks of the dragon as it clung to your clothes, one of its claws catching your neck, breaking the skin ever so slightly. You heard Keli scream your name, followed by Maknok but you couldn’t look back. The noise was then silenced by the snow fall as it plummeted to the ground. You just managed to get to the entrance when the snow fall stopped. You were extremely lucky since it didn’t seem to have effected outside the valley. Otherwise you could have been in some real trouble. Turning, you sucked in a breath. they valley was now covered in snow which rose up easily an extra 15 foot, probably deeper the deeper into the valley you went. The poachers were surely all dead now, and that poor dragon.   You looked at the little creature who was clinging to you for dear life. “Was that your mother?” You asked, knowing it wouldn’t respond yet you already knew the answer. Reaching up, you gently petted the small animal as you started your long trek.

------- present time -------------

There was a plan for this kind of thing, put in place by Sein long ago. If you should ever get cut off in a valley or pathway, you will go around the mountain. The group with the most people will head to the right of the mountain and the lest will head left, hopefully meeting up with them about half way around. You had rolled your eyes the first time he said, but now you were grateful for the plan. unfortunately, night had rolled in fast, and the cold became too much for you so you stopped in a small cave. You built a fire and settled in for the night. Thankfully, it wasn’t snowing. So at least you didn’t have to worry about it getting worse in that regard. The dragon, a small male, had taken to your lap the second you sat down. It refused to leave your side, not even allowing you to put it down to unpack your blankets. It wasn’t heavy at all. You had wore scarves which were heavier than this dragon. You twirled the hand-carved knife in your fingers, smiling. You always took it out when you stopped, in case anything happened while you slept. Maknok made it for you when he first joined. It was his first gift to you, given with a bow. In truth, you had fallen deeply in love with Maknok. It had been 7 months since he had made his little promise, and you could honestly think of nothing better. He was loyal, and fiercely protective of the group, especially you. The others had been wary at first, but grown to like him. They joked that he was your own personal body guard but they always kept a close to eye to make sure he treated you well. But there was never any complaints. He treated you like a queen. Anything he had was yours, and anything he did was for you. If he were here, you would be cuddled into his side. Orcs were naturally a lot warmer than humans, so he was perfect on these cold nights. And yet, despite the nights you spend cuddled into him, or the days were you two took long walks together, he made no move to kiss you or push anything further. He respected your boundaries, never forcing anything but basking in what he did get. Your mind wonders to him. You would bet anything he is arguing with the others right now. They would have set up camp and he would want to keep going through the night to find you. Perhaps, a reunion would be the perfect time for a first kiss? You smiled, but then something caught your ear. Voices. At first, you felt a spark of hope, thinking it was the others. But then you listened as the 2 voices grew louder and you knew it wasn’t them. In fact, one was the voice from the mountain. Shit shit shit. You needed to hid the dragon, but where? He wouldn’t let you put him down, so how could you hide him while standing? Thinking on your feet, you grabbed your thick coat. Opening the hood, you picked the sleepy dragon up and put him inside. Before he could whine or try to crawl out, you pulled the coat on. You grabbed your scarf out of your bag and loosely wrapped it around your neck, then pulled your hair out and over the top. Hopefully that would be enough coverage to hide him. You felt him started to try poke his head under the scarf and out beside your face but he must have heard the voices and quickly retreated. You felt him move around, almost burying into your hood before he stopped moving completely. Just in time. “Hey, you?” A voice called out and you saw the two figures. “you were in the valley.” “yes, I was. Until you caused an avalanche.” You narrowed your eyes as the two stepped into the mouth of the cave. Humans, and rough looking ones at that. “why?” One narrowed its eyes at you. “Why were you in that valley.” “I was traveling with my family. We thought it would be quicker to cut through the mountains, as long as no one made a sound.” You narrowed your own eyes at him. “Until you decided to throw a dragon off the side of the cliff.” “We didn’t throw it. It fell. And I lost a lot of men in that avalanche.” He snapped back at you. “How do you slay a dragon without causing an avalanche? How did you think that would go?” You raised your eyebrows at the men. One, with a large and old scar across its left cheek, smirked. “You kill it in its sleep. Chop its head off. Didn’t expect it to have offspring. Bloody runt flew off but we managed to throw some wire around it. Speaking of which-“ His eyes scanned your camp. “-you didn’t find the animal, did you?” “No, I didn’t find anything.” You shook your head, folding your arms over. “Look, I lost some good men in that avalanche. And we wont be able to get to that body until spring at this rate. So if I take that runt back with me, I’ll make a small profit.” The first spoke, trying to reason with you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The baby’s probably buried with its mother now, who you so bravely killed in her sleep.” You snap, but noticing the look between them both. “So, you wont mind if we have a little look through your things?” The second with the scar gave you a sickly smile. He took a step forward, but you quickly grabbed the knife from your pocket. but before you could answer, you heard a snarl from behind them. “If you touch a single thing in this cave, I will rip your limbs off.” Maknoks deep voice boomed, speaking with a venom you had only heard rarely as he and Lunar appeared behind the men. Lunar had her fangs bared, her head low and ready to pounce if needed. “Look, we just want what’s ours.” The first man held up his hands, but the second had grabbed his sword from his belt. The first noticed. “Put that away, you idiot.” He hissed. “You own nothing here. Leave.” Maknok growled as Lunar snapped her jaws at the two. The second man seemed to have lost his courage as he stumbled back from the warg. “Alright, alright. We’re going.” The first pushed the other out the right side of the cave, giving the orc and warg a large birth before running into the night. “Maknok!” You smiled, racing forward to him. “[y/n].” He smiled widely as you flung yourself into his open arms. You cuddled into his chest, smiling like an idiot as tears filled your eyes. Lunar nuzzled her head against your side, so your reach down with one hand and pet her head. She seems to get a smell, as she leaves to go sniff around the fire and in your things. “Im so happy to see you.” You whispered, pulling back to look up at him. his large hand reached up, cupping your cheek to use his thumb to wipe away the tears. You smile, leaning into his touch as your heart swelled. His hand slipped around the back of your head into your hair as his other hand rested on hip. Your breath caught in your throat as you placed your hands on his chest, gripping the fabric. You were about to go up on your tip toes and pull him down, ready to kiss him for the first time. But just as you were about to do so, he suddenly stumbled back, shaking the hand which had been in your hair with a growl. “Something bite me.” He examines his hand, but thankfully there was no blood. “oh, um, funny story.” You move from foot to foot as you suddenly remembered the weight in your hood. Lunar followed her nose right up to your side. She went up on her back legs, her front paws pressed on your lower back to balance herself as she sniffed around your hood before sneezing and racing to stand behind Maknok. You felt the dragon coming out of your hood. He crawled up over the scarf but under your hair as he popped his head out from the right of your head. “[y/n].” Maknok stated your name, as you turned your head to the little creature. “Is that the dragon they were looking for?” “Maybe.” You pressed your lips together, pretending to preoccupied with the dragon. “The dragon they were about to tear apart your camp to look for?” He stepped closer and you could feel his gaze on you like fire. “Perhaps.” You bite your lower lip under the interrogation. “[y/n], they were poachers. If they found out that you were hiding that thing, they would have killed you.” Maknok gestured to the creature on your shoulder as his voice filled with worry. “well, they didn’t find out.” You shrug, looking back at him. You could see the worry in his eyes as he stared at the creature. “They killed his mother, Maknok.” Maknoks gaze shifted to you and instantly softened. Lunar let out a soft growl but he put his hand on her head, a silent sign to relax. “You could have gotten yourself killed. And for what? An animal?” He tries to reason with you, and you did understand. If he hadn’t turned up, you would surely have been punished for hiding the dragon. But you wouldn’t be swayed. “No, I was helping a creature that needed me. You should know that.” You raised an eyebrow at him. You hated to play such a card, but it was the only way you could think to get him to understand why you had risked your life. Again. Maknok let out a sigh of defeat as he rubbed his face. His attention shifted back to the dragon before cautiously approaching. “What have you called it?” Maknok asks as he raises a hand up to the dragon, faulter for a moment before allowing the dragon to sniff the loose fist. “He doesn’t have a name, yet.” You look to the creature as he inspects the hand. He nuzzled against Maknoks knuckles before managing to persuade Moknok to open his palm after pushing his head into the small gap between his thumb and fingers. Once the dragon seemed to realise the warmth of Maknok, he purred and, quick as a flash, left your hood completely to run up Maknoks arm and drape himself over the surprised orcs neck. Maknok stumbled back, his eyes wide at the creatures sudden movement. But you manged to reach out and grab his hands, steadying him. When he felt the small creature nuzzling against his neck, he calmed significantly. Pulling him to the campfire, you both sat by the cave walls. Maknok refused to move his face, neck or shoulders, so looked rather funny as he tried to side down in the stiff position. When you sat, Lunar came up and sat beside you. She started to nuzzle her snout around your neck before laying her head on your lap and doing the same. You couldn’t help but giggle, knowing she was putting her scent back on you. She had done so the first few times Maknok had slept beside you. Once she was use to the dragons scent, she wouldn’t be so jealous. “What happened to the others?” You ask, looking at maknok as you moved Lunar off of you so you could grab your bag and blankets from closer to the fire. “They needed to stop for the night. But I couldn’t leave you alone out here. Lunar wouldn’t stop growling and pacing either. So we kept going.” Maknok told you as you moved the blanket across you both. The dragon moved for the first time from around Maknoks neck to crawl down into his lap, circling around a few times before falling with a purr. “I think he likes you.” You giggle, reaching out and petting the dragons head and down its back. “Have you thought of a name?” maknok asks you, turning his head to face you. “No, not yet. I was thinking something like Blaze but not so much on the nose, you know?” You shrug.   “Ember.” Maknok suddenly says, brushing the dragons tail with the back of his fingers. You paused, not quiet sure what he had said until it set in. Ember, like the end of a fire. Black with small flecks of fire. “I love it.” You beamed. “Its perfect!” You could see the pride in his eyes as Maknok smiled down at the small creature, at Ember, then looks back to you. You could see the love in his eyes when they met your own. He adored you. Turning so you were kneeling by his side, you reach up and cup his cheek. Leaning forward, you paused an inch from his lips, your nose knocking against his own lightly, playfully. A groan left Maknoks chest before he closed the distance. One hand reach up and ran through your hair to the back of your head, while the other pulled you closer. You reached up, running your fingers over his cheek, down his throat and chest then back up again. Maknok moaned into the kiss, making you smile against his lips. He kept your mouth on his own, to the point that when you didn’t pull back, you were gasping for breath. Your cheeks were bright red as your heart raced because of the kiss. you glanced up at Maknok, seeing him smiling softly at you. His smile was infectious as you felt it pull at your own lips. Sitting back by his side, you felt his arm loop around your waist and pull you close. You draped your arm over his stomach, burying your face in his neck and feeling him chuckle. “are you tired?” Maknok asked, ducking his head down to look at you. “Not really. Besides, one of us should stay up in case those hunters come back. They said they cut the mother dragons head off while she slept.” You pulled back, looking down at Ember when you heard a growl from Maknok. “They aren’t hunters. They’re cowards.” He shook his head and let out a sigh as he tried to calm himself. “So that’s what fell in the valley? The dragons body.” You nodded. Of course he would have been too far away to see what the large thing was. The image of the headless creature still fresh in your mind. “Yes. I stopped because I heard this little one whining. He had escaped but they threw wire and it caught his wing. He was buried in the snow. I think that’s why he likes you. You’re so warm.” You smile, lifting the tension as you lay your cheek on his broad chest. You hear him chuckle, making you smile. You felt a weigh across your lap, looking to see Lunar had lay her head on you again. Only, she was much further forward than before, so her neck was more on your lap and her snout reached across and was inches from Ember. She let out a soft huff, waking the dozing dragon with the small puff of air. When Ember sat up a little, Lunar growled. You were about to intervein, when Ember crawled up and onto the top of Lunars snout, flopping there and draping his wings either side. you had to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. You didn’t know if Ember was mimicking what you had down when he was in the mountains or if he somehow thought that was a good idea. Lunar shook her head, easily dismounting the dragon as she sat up, huffing indignantly. Ember, apparently a dragon that doesn’t take no for an answer, crawled out of Maknoks lap, across your own and to Lunar. She sat still, her eyes watching carefully as the dragon flaps his wings, managing to get a little air, enough for him to land on her back. Lunars head snapped to you, so you reached up and gently stroked her snout, calming her but keeping an eye on Ember. He was lucky that she was so good, otherwise he would have been a chew toy by now. Ember curled up in her fur, finding a comfortable position again before lying down. Lunar let out a soft whine and turned her head. You felt your heart jump into your throat when you saw her open her jaws and take the dragon in them. But your fears subsided when Lunar turns back, showing that she was only lightly gripping the dragon to move him. Like a lioness would do when moving her cubs. She lay back down before dropping the dragon back in your lap. Ember whined but she lies back down with her head over your lap, right beside Ember. He looks expectantly at Maknok, who chuckles and rests his hand on your thigh so that Ember can still feel his head. Ember lets out a cheerful purr before curling up and settling down, his eyes closed. Lunars looks at you, so you gently stroke her neck, smiling at her. Happy with this, her eyes close and she lets out a soft huff of air. Next time you were in a town, you would get her a whole chicken for her to eat for this. “Thank you.” You look at Maknok who frowns in confusion. “For coming to find me.” “There was never a question.” He shakes his head. “I wasn’t leaving you.” “Good thing you came. I get in trouble a lot of the time.” You giggle. “Are you willing to put up with someone who seems to always find danger.” “I think danger finds you.” He smiles fondly. “But I think I know why.” “Why?” You ask, genuinely curious as to his thoughts. “You are the bravest person I’ve ever met. I think the gods know you’re too kind hearted so they send trouble your way.” He looks out the front of the cave into the darkness. “Then the gods sent me you.” You smiled, drawing his attention back as he laughed so loud he woke the two sleeping animals who glared at him before falling back asleep. “I am barely a gift. Just a scarred up orc following behind the angel who saved me.”  Maknok smiled slightly. “you know, you are free. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Ive already told you that you owe me nothing.” You reached out, taking his other hand that was on his lap as the guilt filled you. “After a kiss like that? No, I am afraid you aren’t getting rid of me.” He chuckles, looking at you with a slight blush to his cheeks. “As long as you want me, I’m yours completely.” You duck your head, smiling as the blush spread across your cheeks. “It was a good kiss.” You giggle, feeling your heart racing. “another would be nice.” You look up at him, unsure if your request was too much. “My pleasure.” He leans forward and kisses you. It felt like he had a little more confidence than before as his lips moved against your own and seemed to dominate the kiss more than before. You let out a soft moan, so wrapped in the kiss that when he pulled back you were dazed. Despite wanting more, a lot more, the weight on your lap told you that if you moved again, they would be annoyed, so you gently kissed his tusk before, cuddling into his side again. You both talked long into the night till morning. You said that you’d write to the lord of the land, an animal lover, about the dragon corpse in the valley. He would probably want those responsible apprehended. In fact, he would end up setting up guards when spring nears to catch whoever came back for the body. He wondered how big Ember would get, but male dragons were normally smaller than female ones in this area, so you hazard a guess what he would be slightly bigger than Lunar, judging by the mothers size. In the morning, you all set out to meet up with the others. Ember took the change to fly every now and then. When he got bored of traveling around your neck, he would fly to Maknoks shoulder, then to Lunars back. You laughed every time he moved around. But when he wasn’t on you or Maknok, the orc would take the chance to kiss you, leaving you a blushing mess. You honestly couldn’t wait for Ember to meet the others. Although you had a feeling there would a couple of eyerolls. But you were sure what Maknok had said was right. Danger did find you, but at least you had him.

[pressedinthepages]

Forelsket

Norwegian. verb. euphoric feeling experienced when you start falling in love.

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Eskel x Jaskier

Word Count: 1268

Rating: G

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24903127

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a/n: Reader Request: “hi, how about some jeskel fluff?“ im living this came out so cute thanks for the request!

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Warnings: not a single thing this is soft and sweet and fluffy!!!

Jaskier has made it to Kaer Morhen where he is introduced to Geralt's brothers, and one catches his eye right away.

Jaskier lay in bed, staring at the vast expanse of stars spattering the sky through the window. The wind coming in chills the air, but the fireplace houses a roaring fire that keeps the cold at bay. As he lay there in the stone castle, he wonders how he got so lucky.

    Somehow, after more than twenty years of following Geralt around, after the mountain, after the very lengthy apology, Geralt invited Jaskier to spend winter in Kaer Morhen with him and his brothers. Jaskier, of course, having long forgiven the thick-headed witcher, graciously accepted his offer, and together they began the journey up the mountain.

    After days of traversing dangerous terrain and dealing with gods-forsaken forktails, the pair finally reached the gates of the crumbling castle. Jaskier was awe-struck, silently gaping at the stark beauty of the castle that so very much reminded him of his best friend. It was strong, silent, gated off to the rest of the world but Jaskier was certain that he could find the warmth that hid just beyond those walls…

    “LAMBERT!” Geralt bellowed, causing Jaskier to almost jump out of his boots. Geralt had been trying to be more talkative around the bard, but never quite that loud.

    After a few moments of Jaskier thinking that his heart may beat out of his chest, they saw the latticed gate begin to rise. Dust fell from above as the gate creaked its way into the rafters, and Geralt began to move forward into the fortress.

    Jaskier tentatively followed, his horse’s reins tight in his fist. He wasn’t nervous about the Witchers, he figured that no one could be a tougher nut to crack than Geralt. No, Jaskier was nervous because of that gate, bounding into the safety of the keep before it could even think about slamming back down, impaling him into the ground, thank you very much.

    Geralt quirked an eyebrow, opening his mouth to inquire about the nervous look on Jaskier’s face before a deep chuckle from above them cut through the air. The gate closed back with a great clang, and the pair turned just as someone lept from the rafters, landing in a crouch before rising.

    Jaskier was once again stunned into silence, unashamedly gawking at the man who had just plummeted more than three stories to land in front of them. By the gods, Jaskier thinks, he is fucking gorgeous. He was tall, built almost identically to Geralt. His eyes were golden as well, but they were deeper, more of a sun-glazed honey to Geralt’s shimmering light amber. It seemed that was where the similarities ended, the man’s hair dark and cropped to hang just by his ears and his skin tanned, but Jaskier could still see the lines across his arms from numerous monsters of many shapes. His jaw was strong, chiseled as if sculpted by Melitele herself. There was a long scar down the side of his face, pulling his cheek oddly, but it spoke of being put through immense pain and still getting back up. Jaskier felt his heart race, and he was now certain that it would be exploding out of his chest at any moment.

    “Not Lambert, sorry to disappoint,” the man smiled, the gesture blooming warmth through Jaskier. Introductions were made, and now Jaskier had a name to match the face. 

    This is Eskel??? Jaskier thinks, mind reeling as he watches Eskel wrap his arms around Geralt, hugging him tightly and grinning with the brightness of a thousand suns. This is the man that Geralt grew up with, the man that Geralt told me was vicious, one of the most threatening people that I would ever come across. Well, Jaskier reasoned to himself as Eskel led them across the courtyard to the main keep, I suppose Geralt probably thinks that about himself too.

    Later, after they’d eaten supper and gotten past all of the “no hurting the bard, he’s fragile” rules, the wolves and their bard relaxed in the library. Geralt and Lambert were playing Gwent, both of them snarling at the other as they accused each other of cheating. Vesemir, somehow through the dull roar of the two seemingly twelve-year-olds fighting over cards, was snoring in a puffy chair close to the fire in a far corner of the room. 

    Jaskier had perched himself on a small couch, nestled against one of the walls next to an empty hearth. Torches that lined the walls gave him enough light to read the little poetry book he had found, but he soon felt a telltale shiver run through his body. As he debated interrupting Geralt and Lambert’s game and potentially getting his head actually ripped off of his body, he heard light footsteps approaching him from another corner of the room.

    Eskel looked at him, noting the subtle chattering of the bard’s teeth and the way he tried to wrap his arms impossibly around his body. Shaking his head with a smile, he strode to the hearth and made a quick movement with his fingers, a strong fire blooming in the darkness. Jaskier immediately felt warmer, and even more so when Eskel sat down on the couch beside him. 

    “Hmm, I shouldn’t be surprised,” the Witcher mused, eyes glinting with mirth in the light from the fire. “I bet you would’ve sat here shivering all night without saying anything. But, to follow around someone like Geralt for as long as you have, I’ll bet you’re just as stubborn as he is.”

    Jaskier gasped in mock offense, breaking into laughter as Eskel chuckled at his movements. The couch was small enough that their bodies were touching as they relaxed, and Jaskier felt himself longing to curl around the man beside him.

    The next thing Jaskier knew, he was being jostled awake. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but his head was leaning on Eskel’s shoulder and the room had emptied. He could tell that Eskel was trying to move gently so as not to wake him, and Jaskier couldn’t be bothered to complain. He closed his eyes once more, feeling cloth shift beneath his cheek as he huddled further against Eskel. 

    Suddenly, there was a gust of wind followed by soft, warm fabric being draped over him. Jaskier cracked one of his eyes open, heart swelling when he realized that Eskel had shed his own winter cloak to drape over Jaskier. He felt Eskel turn in the seat before threading his arms around him, one around his back and one under his legs. Jaskier felt the Witcher lift him, the muscles swelling around him and enveloping his body into his grasp. 

    “No, no ‘m not tired…” Jaskier mumbled, wrapping his arms around Eskel’s neck and nosing into his neck. Eskel chuckled, a warm sound rumbling through his chest as he began to walk to the bedchambers in the castle. 

    “Right, if you’re not tired, then I’m the heir to a perfumery.” 

Jaskier huffed into Eskel’s neck as the door to his little room was kicked open. Eskel leaned down and placed Jaskier tenderly on the bed, but Jaskier kept his arms locked around the Witcher’s neck.

“Please,” he whispered, eyes closed and already beginning to slip back into the embrace of sleep, “don’t go…”

He felt Eskel still, hesitating for a moment before feeling the bed dip under the larger man’s weight. As soon as Eskel had laid down, Jaskier wound his limbs around him, clinging and trying to soak up the warmth from within him. 

“For you, little lark?” Jaskier heard Eskel whisper into his hair as sleep finally pulled him under, “Anything.”

[knives-out20]

Inglourious Boyfriends - Part 5

Fandom: Inglourious Basterds (2009)

Pairing: Joshua Margolis (OC) x Lt. Aldo Raine

Word Count: 2272

Warnings: Spoilers For Inglourious Basterds,

Note: Part 5, Lads. Shows How Joshua Is Clever, Meaning He Can Catch Onto Other Peoples’ Ideas Quickly. He’s Also Empathetic, And Is Able To Sway Aldo To Do, Or Stop Doing, Something.

Bridget Von Hammersmark groaned in pain as the needle injected its fluids into her body, fist covering her mouth in a failed attempt to muffle herself.

Aldo walked in, sleeves rolled up to his biceps."Not so goddamn fast, doc. Tell 'im to go play with his dog" he spoke, Donny and Joshua following him inside. Aldo pat the doctor as Hammersmark spoke to him in French, the doctor quickly dropping his equipment and going to sit by PFC Utivich. Aldo turned to Joshua, gently nudging him back to give himself room. He put his hands on the doctors equipment table, wasting no time and pushing it aside harshly, crashing it into the wall. Aldo angrily kicked the small stool the doctor sat on, Joshua taking another step back in fright. 

Donny stood menacingly over Bridget on one side of the table, his back to the barking dogs, as Aldo leaned his arm onto the table, his other hand on his hip.

"Before we yank that slug out ya, you need t'answer a few questions" Aldo said.

"Few questions about what?" She asked, gaze going from Aldo, to Donny, to Joshua.

"About I got three men dead back there. Why don't you try tellin' us what the fuck happened?" Aldo asked.

"The British officer blew his German act and the Gestapo major saw it" Bridget answered.

"Before we get into who shot John, why'd you invite my men to a rendezvous in a basement with a bunch of Nazis?" Aldo inquired, tilting his head.

Bridget shifted uncomfortably."I can see see since you didn't see what happened inside, that the Nazis being there must look odd".

"Uh, y-yea, we got a word for that kind of odd in English. It's called suspicious" Joshua piped up, hands behind his back as he stood at attention. He looked away when Aldo pressed the bullet deeper into Bridget's wound, having her moan in pain, louder than before."Aldo-".

"I know what I'm doin' Josh" Aldo held up his other hand, taking this as an excuse to look at his dearest.

"Everybody needs to calm down, you're letting your imagination get the better of you" Bridget strained, exclaiming again when Aldo pushed the bullet in deeper.

Joshua crossed his arms, shutting his eyes and turning his head away as if a lack of sight would dim down his hearing, too.

"You met the sergeant yourself. Willie. You remember him, don't you?" Bridget struggled, gripping the side of the table.

"Yea, I remember him" Aldo scoffed, taking a glimpse of Joshua's physical empathy. He also remembered how gentle Josh was, with treating the scar on Aldo's neck after the attempted lynching, back when Joshua and him fought the KKK one time. Aldo loves how Joshua's always been there to tend to his wounds, which have ranged from scratches on his knees after playing in parks when they were kids, to digging bullets out from his shoulder in more recent years. He inhaled slowly, exhaling at the same speed when he listened to Bridget.

"His wife had a baby, tonight. He had just become a fa-" Bridget squeezed her eyes shut, "he had just become a father!".

Joshua, from time to time, liked to imagine someone saying that about him, 'he had just become a father'. A soft smile graced his lips, in the worst moment possible. He always smiled, each time he thought about himself being a father. The idea of Aldo and him taking in a kid as their own, a little boy or girl the two of them could train to kick Nazi ass and fend for themselves. Joshua opened his eyes, catching Aldo looking right at him. He saw a knowing look in Aldo's eyes, automatically knowing that Aldo knew what he was thinking of.

Aldo hummed, turning his attention back to Bridget. 

"His commanding officer gave him and his mates the night off to celebrate" Bridget shakily breathed, groaning again."The Germans being there was either a trap set by me, or a tragic coincidence. It couldn't be both" she pleaded.

"Aldo..." Joshua called, in a tone that meant for Aldo to leave Bridget alone.

Aldo glanced at Joshua, looking back to Bridget with an arched brow before finally pulling his finger out. He took the handkerchief Joshua offered him, wiping his finger of blood as Bridget grunted."How'd the shootin' start?" He asked, glaring at all his Basterds, so that no one would take this as an opportunity to crack a joke about how Joshua's tamed Aldo the fucking Apache (a joke they make quite a lot).

"The Englishman gave himself away" she started.

"How'd he do that?" Aldo pressed, squaring his shoulders as the light hit him in a threatening way.

"He ordered three glasses" Bridget croaked, holding up three fingers in a way where her pinkie and thumb touched."We order three glasses" she clarified, holding up her thumb, pointer finger and middle finger."That's the German three, the other looks odd".

"So, uhm, t-that whole standoff happened 'cause he held up three fingers in a weird way t'order three drinks?" Joshua scoffed.

"It's much more serious than you think, especially nowadays” Bridget huffed."The Germans would, and did notice".

Aldo looked off in thought, pushing himself off the table."Okay, let's pretend there were no Germans, and everything went exactly the way it was supposed to" he imagined, going to lean against the doorway by Joshua."What was the next step?".

“Tuxedos." Bridget went to the point, suspiciously eyeing how close Aldo stood with Joshua."To get them into the premiere wearing military uniforms with all the military there would've been suicide".

Joshua pulled a quick sturgeon face in agreement.

"But, going as members of the...German film industry-".

"They wear tuxedos a-and- and fit in with everybody else!" Joshua cut Bridget off in conclusion, snapping his fingers."Eureka-- oh, uh, s-sorry, ma'am" he apologized, stepping closer to Aldo.

"No, it's fine, you're right" Bridget breathed heavily, catching Aldo smile down at Joshua with a certain air of adoration."I arranged for a tailor to fit three tuxedos tonight" she recalled.

"How'd you intend to get 'em in that premiere?" Aldo questioned, turning back to Von Hammersmark with a less positive gaze.

"Hand me my purse" Bridget instructed, Hirschberg obeying as Aldo walked back over. She dug inside her purse, everyone watching intently as she handed it to Aldo, who fished out a small card of paper."Lieutenant Hicox was going as my escort. The other two were going as a German cameraman and as his assistant".

Aldo inspected the paper, showing it off to Donny, then Joshua."You can still get us into that premiere?" He asked.

"You speak German better than your friends? No. Have I been shot? Yes! I don't see me tripping the light fantastique up a red carpet anytime soon. Least of all, by tomorrow night" Bridget groaned.

"Uh, a-actually, miss" Joshua respectfully cut in, pushing himself off the wall and walking over."I don't mean t'brag in front of my fellow Lieutenant," he glanced to Aldo, "nor my fellow soldiers, but I happen to be fluent in many languages other than English. French, German, Dutch, 'n' the list goes on" Joshua timidly listed, rubbing his left arm with his right hand."If you still wish for us to cover as German, I could do most o'the talking".

Bridget offered Joshua a fake smile, nodding curtly.

The dogs started barking as Aldo clattered something aside on a table, leaning against it as he kept his eyes on the paper. Finally, he slammed the paper down onto the table in defeat, hand on his hip.

"However, there's something you don't know" Bridget teased, Aldo slowly turning to face her, at that. She grinned, "there've been two recent developments regarding Operation Kino. One, the venue has been changed from The Ritz to a much smaller venue".

Joshua's lips parted, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he glanced up. He caught Utivich's and Donny's gaze, the three of them exchanging glances of disbelief with each other."Uh, e-enormous changes at the last minute? That's not very Germatic" Joshua pointed out, as he went back to leaning against the wall by the door. 

"Why the hell is Goebbels doing stuff so damn peculiar?" Aldo asked, turning to fully face Bridget.

"It, uhm, it- it probably has something to do with the second development-?" Joshua suggested, a more friendly nod of correction coming from Bridget.

"Which is?".

Bridget sat up."De Führer is attending the premiere" she let out, Joshua's breath hitching.

"Fuck a duck!" Donny cursed, hitting the table Bridget was on.

As the dogs barked, Aldo leaned back against the table, pursing his lips in thought.

"What are you thinking?" Bridget grew curious.

"I'm thinkin’ gettin' a whack at plantin’ old Uncle Adolf makes this horse a different colour" Aldo replied, Joshua nodding along in an understanding manner.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bridget squinted her eyes in confusion, Aldo turning to Joshua to explain.

"Joshy".

"Yes, uh, yes sir" Joshua nodded, turning to Bridget yet again."It means you gettin' us in that premiere".

"I'm probably going to end up losing this leg" Von Hammersmark hissed, making Joshua flinch in surprise."Bye-bye acting career, fun while it lasted. How do you expect me to walk the red carpet?" She inquired, glaring daggers at Joshua, who was visibly uncomfortable with the anger targeted towards him.

He hugged his elbows, glancing to Aldo for help.

"Easy on my right-hand man Joshua o'er here, it was my idea, blondie" Aldo put his hand up, walking over to Joshua and standing by him protectively."Doggy doc's goin' to dig that slug out ya gam" he snorted, "he's gonna wrap it up in a cast, and you got a good how-I-broke-my-leg-mountain-climbin’ story; that's German, ain't it? Y'all like climbin’ mountains, don't ya?". It was almost laughable, how proud-of-himself Aldo looked at this new plan.

"I don't. I like smoking, drinking, and ordering in restaurants. But I see your point" Bridget nodded sarcastically. She tilted her head, eyes wandering to Aldo's arm around Joshua's waist.

Aldo quickly snuffed some more tobacco, putting his small box away before speaking again."We fill you up with morphine 'til it's comin' out yer ears, and just limp your lil' ass up that rouge carpet" he grinned triumphantly, as if his plan would be able to solve world hunger.

"I know this is a silly question before I ask it, but, can you Americans speak any other language than English?" She asked, leaning back."Asides from 'Joshy' over here-" Bridget coughed, nodding towards Joshua.

"Don't call him Joshy" Aldo growled, his hold on Joshua's grip tightening."I love you" he whispered, against Josh's ear.

The corners of Joshua's lips quirked up into a smile."I love you too, Aldo".

"We both speak a little Italian" Donny piped up, referencing himself and Aldo.

"With an atrocious accent, no doubt. But that doesn't exactly kill us in the crib. Germans don't exactly have a good ear for Italian...You, Joshua, you said to me earlier how you know many languages. What about you?".

Joshua's eyes widened a bit, eyebrows raising at attention."Uh, uhm, well- I, uh, actually..." he turned to Aldo, then Donny, and everyone else, all eyes on him."I was unfortunate enough to not exactly have Italian be a part o'the list o'languages I know".

"Goddammit, Josh, are you serious?" Donny howled.

"Joshy, y'gotta be kiddin' me. You grew up in that fancy mansion of yer's, been learnin' to hunt with guns since you were five, use bombs since you were ten, and learn languages since before all that, and yer tellin' me neither yer mom nor yer pops ever put a lil' Italian in ya?" Aldo exhaled, looking at Joshua, dumbfounded.

Joshua nodded shyly."Mhm. I-I've got almost every other language in my head, you guys. Polish, Hebrew, Welsh, even Spanish, but I doubt that that'd be any at all useful? I got Russian, Portuguese, Japanese, Turkish, too. But no one in m'house spared the light of day for Italian if I was already learnin' Spanish".

Aldo kept his focus on Joshua, trailing his hand up to pat Joshua's shoulder.

"So you mumble Italian-Spanish bullshit and brazen through it, is that the plan?" Bridget gave them a 'you can't be serious' look.

"That's about it" Aldo shrugged.

Bridget nodded, "that sounds good" she mumbled.

"Sounds like shit, what else are we gon' do? Go home?".

"No, that sounds good. If you don't blow it, with that, I can get you in the building...Who does what?" Bridget clarified, looking around.

"Well, I speak the most Italian-" Aldo glanced at Joshua, "so I'll be yer escort. Donowitz speaks the third most, so he'll be yer Italian cameraman. Omar, fourth-most, he'll be Donny's assistant, like Josh'll be mine".

"An escort's assistant-?" Bridget questioned.

"Listen, lady we're in the middle o'some kinda world war with Jews runnin' around and Nazis huntin' after them, destroyin' everything that gets in their way. What's wrong with escorts havin' a lil' extra protection and assistance, huh?" Aldo pointed out.

Omar snapped his head in Aldo's direction, caught off-guard."I don't speak Italian".

"Like I said, fourth-best. Just keep yer fuckin' mouth shut-" Joshua cut Aldo off by snorting, "In fact, why don't you start practicin' right now?" Aldo grinned, looking down at Josh, who was holding back laughter.