#but i think (i had been thinking 1526 for a while)

[boleynqueenes]

737 words...hmmm.

[fideidefenswhore]

Was the young Henry VIII a very friendly and gentle person?

Assuming you mean on a personal level (since, obviously...ordering executions is not especially 'gentle'), that seems to be the general judgement. There's not actually much variation from it from 1509-20s, foreign observers extol his gentleness and generosity and piety throughout the early 1530s, their only specific criticism there is that he's enthralled with a woman of 'bad character' (shorthand for 'low birth').

'the kindest of princes' (Cranmer, 1526) ‘a man of gentle friendliness, and gentle in debate; he acts more like a companion than a king’ (Erasmus, 1529) 'affable and gracious, harmed no one' (Venetian ambassador, 1519) 'He is kind and affable, full of graciousness and courtesy, and liberal; particularly so to men of science (virtuosi) whom he is never weary of obliging.' (Venetian ambassador, 1531)

There's some interesting post-contemporary observations on this matter, too (that have to be considered more doubtful since they're more influenced by hindsight and sometimes, by partisanship); such as:

"her Majesty's father, though otherwise the most gentle and affable prince in the world, could not abide to have any man stare in his face; or to fix his eye too steadily upon him when he talked with them".

And while I won't arm-chair, body-language 'science', pop psych-analyze that one (search results yield that specific source quote to 'narcissism' discussion), since it's neuroableist particularly to suggest an inability to maintain eye contact is indicative of innate deceit/dishonesty ...it is an interesting observation, considering how long he was in the public eye.

'Otherwise' gentle and affable is what's interesting about this remark, really, because are gentleness and friendliness mutually exclusive with a certain self-consciousness? I don't think so, and I wonder if this manifested particularly once he got to the point in a public ceremony/spectacle where he became overwhelmed by the attention and scrutiny, it is not typically how he's thought of but it's such a specific observation connected (but 'contrasting') those specific traits you asked of, I thought it was worth mentioning.

Mantel touched on this,

‘The burden of kingship,’ he says, ‘no man can imagine it. All my life, to be a prince: to be observed to be a prince; all eyes to be set on me; to be an exemplar of virtue, of discretion, of excellence in learning; to have a mind young and vigorous yet as wise as Solomon; to take pleasure in what others have designed for my pleasure, or be thought ungrateful; to discipline all my appetites, to unmake myself as a man in order to make myself as a king; to waste not a minute lest I be seen to waste it; for idleness, no excuses; always alert to prove, always to show, that I am worthy of the place God appointed me … When I was a young man I suppose I showed the calf of my leg to an ambassador and said, “There, has your French king a calf as good as that?” And my words were reported, and all Europe laughed at me, a vain idle boy, and no doubt people laugh still. But being young I asked myself, if God had formed François better than me, which prince did He favour most?’

And I also thought Mantel touched on this (although I can't find it in my highlights atm, so maybe I'm misremembering); I distinctly remember this scene...where somebody is recalling, as Duke of York, Henry was placed on a pony or horse when he's only two or three years old, and this is really his first public appearance, and he's reported to have acquitted himself well, to have been charming and gracious and graceful, even then...but even then, there was always this dark spectre. The timing of his ennoblement as Duke of York was chosen with purpose, it was in the shadow of a pretender. Was there a sense of unease, even then, that he couldn't articulate until later: that behind every smile, could be a knife?

'[Henry VII]'s children grew up in a world of threats, intrigue, and paranoia', '[Prince Henry]'s earliest years were as emotionally insecure as his father's reign was politically uncertain', '"he is so subjugated that he does not speak a word except in response to what the king asks him"'; again, the latter does not match the gregarious (perhaps even, more self-fashioned than natural) personality he's recorded as having as an adult.

The possibility that he oscillated between two opposite settings, and adapted accordingly, back to back (relative isolation and circumspection, to complete immersion in public celebration and celebrity and grandiose openness/friendliness); could account for the contradiction of an "affable" young man that gradually became uncomfortable with the level of scrutiny to which he was held, and maybe even modulated his habit and outward persona to fit what was expected of a king.

[nightmaree-eyess]

Abby takes you in

Tlou fanfic

I’m writing this fic based on a dream I had and idk how tf to do this so yeah…

Smut mdni 18+ Abby butch, y/n, female reader, dom Abby, fingering, head, teasing, hickeys

Word count: 1526

Scroll down for smut. Starts at —

You were just picked up by a butch woman (she says her name is Abby) and her son (his name is lev) because your group up and left you because you were going too slow. But you’re glad you weren’t alone for that long when they found you. Ok, they might’ve left you for a couple days but they said they were coming back. You believed them till the 2nd day. Abby and lev found you on the 4th day and thank who/what ever is out there cause any longer you would’ve died. You have no supplies just a weapon and a flashlight. They say they’re looking for a group called the “fire flies”. Where ever they’re going I’ll follow cause I don’t mind the view of this woman’s ass.

We reach a farm house after a couple hours. The door seems to be jammed.

“Hey y/n help me with the door”

“You’re literally all muscle how am I gonna help you?”

Abby rolls her eyes but you see a hint of a smile

“Just get over here and help me”

We ran into the door and end up tumbling inside. You end up on top of her and you’re face blushes. It’s very noticeable. All you can think about is how soft her hair looks and how kissable her lips are. Abby looks at you. Her hands on your lower back so she took most of the fall and you see a slight blush bloom across her face.

“Can you guys get a room already? This is gross” Lev says jokingly

You scramble to your feet. Not entirely embarrassed but your face is still red hot. Abby gives you a shy smile while scratching the back of her neck. Maybe she was embarrassed but not mortified at least.

You go looking around the farm house wondering who owned it last. You go into a room upstairs and you find a desk, a guitar, some drawings of a woman and a child, and boxes everywhere. Who ever drew these had an amazing talent and you’re kinda jealous. In another room, you find that it was just used as a storage room and you’re curious as to who lived here so you rummage through their stuff.

You find a family photo and the person (you assume) behind the artwork. You read the back and it says “You’re not a burden, you’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I love you, Ellie” which ever one is Ellie must not have a way with words but she tried.

You look some more and find matching bracelets. I don’t know if it would be weird to give Abby the matching half considering we just met and these are random bracelets I found but you keep them just incase. You wanna thank her for taking you in somehow.

You guys get ready for bed and you lay awake for hours on end. You don’t know what could be making your mind race so you see if Abby is awake.

“Pst abby” you whisper

Abby groans

“Pssst abbyyyy”

“What y/n?” She says in her sexy half asleep voice

You clench your legs.

“Are you awake?”

“I am now what’s up?”

You give her a look as to say “I don’t wanna wake lev” and you guys go upstairs to talk.

You walk into the storage room upstairs and close the door behind you.

“I don’t know why I can’t sleep! I’ve been tossing and turning all night!”

“Maybe you have something on your mind you don’t know about. I mean your group just left you a couple days ago. That’s gotta fuck with your head”

Ugh you can listen to this woman talk all day. It helps that she is the most beautiful woman to ever walk in your orbit too. Her short hair faded on the sides and her piercing blue eyes. You can get lost in them.

This might be kinda weird but you figured that maybe you can’t sleep cause you have all this pent up energy you need released and maybe Abby will help.

“Maybe I can’t sleep cause I have all this pent up energy and need help getting it out” you say an octave lower

“Maybe I can help with that”

God her voice is like butter

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She grabs your neck and pulls you into a messy kiss. All teeth and drool and you find it so exhilarating. You take each others shirts off and Abby isn’t wearing a bra.

She pushes you up against the door and ghosts the seam of your pants

She plays with your tits over your black teeshirt bra

“You gotta tell me what you want and affirmative yes’ ”

You shake your head

“I need words y/n”

“I-I want you to” you let out a breathy moan

“I want you to eat my pussy”

“That’s my girl. Wasn’t that hard now was it?”

She traces the seam of your pants with her calloused fingers. She’s taking her time just to tease you.

She kisses you and trails kisses all down your neck, your collar bone, your breast, your torso

“Is this ok?” She asks as she’s about to take my pants off

“Mhm” I manage to get out. I’m already so fucking horny and she hasn’t even started.

“Words y/n, I need full sentences”

“Yes m’ame that’s fine”

She is eye level with your pussy and unbuttoning your pants. She looks up at you with hunger in her eyes. God she looks ethereal from this angle.

She takes your lace thong in her teeth and slowly slides them off you. Damn this girl loves to tease. You can smell your heat from here and it’s driving her crazy.

“You looks so gorgeous from down here princess”

You almost came just from those words alone

She dives in, her nose rubbing your clit and her tongue lapping you up.

You take a fist full of her hair and hold her head. It’s as soft as you imagined.

“You’re already so wet for me”

You let out a moan in response

As you’re about to come Abby stops.

“I need a better angle, lay on the floor on your back for me” abby says sternly, but like velvet

“Yes m’ame”

You do as you’re told and Abby kisses you and follows the trail of kisses she left before. But this time she ends up in your inner thighs. Leaving hickeys as big as quarters.

“What can I say? I love to leave a mark. Shows people I got to have you. That I was lucky enough to have you”

You blush and bite your lip in response

After that she goes straight in on your clit. She’s sucking while flicking her tongue and it’s the best fucking feeling ever.

She slowly enters a finger and you let out a moan

“Ah fuck yes”

“You like that baby?”

“Yes m’ame”

She enters another finger and you enter another demention.

“Faster Abby p-please”

She does as she’s told and your legs start shaking and your vision gets spotty

“Im- im gonna cum”

Is all you can get out before you start convulsing, your walls grip around Abby’s girthy fingers and you drip all down her face and hands.

Abby’s licks you up and slowly comes up for a kiss. You taste yourself and it almost turns you on again, ready for round 2.

“I thought you were the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen the moment I laid eyes on you” Abby says

You smile a drunken smile as you guys lay on the floor for a couple minutes recuperating. She nuzzles into your neck and inhales while she big spoons you. Her hand on your breast. And you whisper

“I thought the same”

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You guys almost fall asleep upstairs but the hardwood floor was uncomfortable. Before you leave the storage room though there was one thing you wanted to bring up to abby.

“Hey abby?” You say sheepishly

“Yeah? Are you ok?” Abby said concerning.

“Yeah yeah I’m great but I just- I just wanted to say thank you”

“For what?”

“Taking me in and letting me join your group when you could’ve just left me to die”

“Well I’d never leave a pretty girl like you alone in the woods, also what your group did to you was fucked up anyways”

You blush “that’s very sweet. I don’t know if this is weird but, I found these bracelets in here and I- I wanted to give you one… as a thank you”

The bracelets are a dainty silver chain with a wolf on it.

“These are beautiful y/n thank you. That was very thoughtful of you.”

She puts on the bracelet and holds her hand out to show it off and you do the same.

Abby grabs your hand with the bracelet on it and kisses it

“This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you love”

You blush

“We should get downstairs the suns almost up”

Abby grabs you by the waist and you leave the storage room behind.

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 19: Excitement

Pairing: Mer Stone x Thief Reader

Summary: You run into a beached merman and he saves your life.

Author’s Note: I had so much trouble getting started and once I did I just kept going. That was exhausting.

Warnings: I imply 18+ stuff happens off screen again, but I think that’s it.

Word count: 1169

Prompt: Be careful of any beached mermaid. They’re too smart to get themselves washed up. They only want to eat.

Prompt 1526 by deepwaterwritingprompts

You lead an odd life. Most days, you own and run a small bar on Coruscant island. You spend your time making drinks and chatting with your customers. Every once in a while, you are a master thief who is a thorn in the side of Coruscant’s rich and famous and by sad extension the Coruscant Guard. You had pissed off enough wealthy politicians that the guard had to put in some extra effort to catch you. Even you knew, they had enough to deal with already. Sadly for them, they hadn’t caught you in the act during one of your expensive heists yet.

Right now however, you are taking a vacation. You had sold most of your stolen items here on a different island and now you are walking along the beach before sunrise. Coruscant’s buildings went all the way down to the waterfront so there were no beaches to walk on there. You are happy as a clam to have outsmarted the mer clones again when you see one on the beach.

More importantly, he appeared to have beached himself. You shift uncomfortably, remembering countless childhood stories and lectures. ‘Be careful of any beached mermaid.’ You could hear your mother quote at you. ‘They’re too smart to get themselves washed up. They only want to eat.’

“Hey, you okay!?” You call over as the sun slowly rises on the water. He turns to look at you as you draw as close as you dare. In dawn’s soft rays, you can see the handsome features all mer clones shared along with his bald head and the tattoo on his temple. His red and white scales gleam like gemstones, catching your eyes.

“Good morning!” He smiles while one of his clawed hands gives a wave. “And I’m fine!”

You give him a slightly confused look, but nod and come a little closer. You remain well out of arm’s reach through and look out at the sunrise. You know Mer clones don’t go out of their way to hurt people and in all your watching of the guard you know full well humans and other sentients are more likely to hurt them.

“I’m Stone.” He says after watching the horizon in silence with you for a few minutes. “And I’m not going to eat you.” The soft teasing makes you roll your eyes and you give your name in turn. You find he’s pleasant and funny over the next few minutes so you end up taking up most of the morning just chatting away.

You realize a little too late he’s a member of the coruscant guard; he’s here guarding a senator for a few days. But you aren’t entirely to blame for not putting that together. They are only allowed in their mer form while off the capital island.

“The tail coloring should have been a dead give away.” You both laugh. Really you should head on your way, but you like him. And besides, having a Corrie friend or more than a friend would be fun. Testing your luck at not getting caught? Absolutely. But what was life without a bit of excitement?

“Come to my bar when you have free time.” You offer with a smile, hastily giving its address.

“Are you asking me on a date?” Stone teases with a smile that gives your stomach butterflies.

“Only if you want it to be.” You flirt back, barely keeping your cool before wishing him goodbye.

A few weeks later you see a Coruscant Guard Commander enter your bar. A part of you freezes up, thinking you finally got caught. However he takes off his helmet and you immediately recognize the tattoo on his temple.

“Stone?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He takes a seat at your bar with a soft smile. “Sorry to scare you. You said to come by when I could.”

“No. No, I’m happy to see you.” You nervous laugh. “I just didn’t recognize you. Could have mentioned you’re a commander.”

“Yeah, but I think a certain thief would have run off if I did that.” You resist a very primal urge to escape.

“I don’t know what you’re-” He arches an eyebrow.

“I know for a fact you’re smarter than that.” Stone cuts you off and you can hear your pulse in your ears.

“What gave me away?” Your voice drops to a whisper; every hair standing on end.

“You should have diversified your buyers a bit more. While you don’t sell on Coruscant, there was a certain gangster we caught a couple weeks ago who sold out your fencer.” Stone admits, keeping his cold eyes steady on you. He’s waiting to see if you're dumb enough to bolt, but you know he’ll beat you to the door.

“So it's not entirely my fault.” You grumble more to yourself. You let out an annoyed and defeated sigh, leaning against the counter.

“No, not entirely your fault.” He pauses; his face falters. “Corellian whisky, please.” You blink at him, but go about getting him the shot. As you go through the motions, you realize this doesn’t feel like an arrest. He would have cuffed you already or at least there would be more of the guard in here by now. What was going on exactly?

“So you're not arresting me because?” You ask, placing the shot in front of him.

“I’m giving you a warning. Let things simmer down for a bit.” Stone pauses to smell the drink first and you roll your eyes.

“Yes, poisoning you would end so well for me in broad daylight.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm and you see his shoulders shake with silent laughter. “But why are you…”

“I met a girl walking on the beach who genuinely asked if I was okay and was willing to help if I wasn’t.” Stone smiles genuinely. He then downs the shot seamlessly before continuing. “Besides, while I missed the thief, I did retrieve the stolen goods. So there isn’t a reason for them to be among the Coruscant Guard’s top priorities unless they steal again.”

“I think they’ll lay low for a while.” You agree with a half smile. You are a bit annoyed, but what he said at the beginning is touching nonetheless. Even after everything, it’s hard to force yourself to not get flustered. Besides, it’s hard not to be impressed by all the planning and hard work he put into tracking you down.

He then pulls out the credits for his shot and you close his hand around them. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

“It’s on the house.” You smirk, leaning close enough for your noses to touch. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, dear.” Commander Stone flirts before getting up and leaving. You should stay away from him from now on, but you seek him out a few days later. And if he’s sharing a bed with you a few days after that, whose business is that but your own? After all, what is life without a little excitement?

[cinemaocd]

Sooooo the first letter to Erasmus which is Stephen Gardiner's debut in the historical record, was written...um we don't know! for sure, some say 1526 others 1527, because they have a date (disputed) for Erasmus' reply to that letter. They were both in Latin and neither were fucking translated in the original edition of Gardiner's letter. The author, I shit you not, left the fucking address of the fucking place to write for a "free English translation of the letter." Like motherpussbucket what is going on we are in the 20th century and still have not translated his letter into English. So now I don't trust any source and just think, Hilary was right, just make up any old shit, especially if there is the merest wisp of smoke, you can build a tiny conflagration by just repeating rumors.

And that's how court worked, and it's plausible from Cromwell's POV that he could have gotten the wrong end of the stick, or was quick to believe the worst about his rival. My own take has to be way more nuanced and show that Cromwell repeating these rumors has nothing to do with what he knows to be Stephen's background, and how there is a line with him that he won't cross in revealing that background, and a little Neopotism and Bastardy is nothing compared to his family background, of which Cromwell is 100% aware.

Cromwell won't reveal Stephen's real secrets, his real birth date or his real parentage because that might actually open a can of worms in Bury St. Edmunds, Stephen's hometown. If you think of the fact that Stephen Gardiner fucking barricaded himself in Winchester Cathedral waiting for Edward VI's Ecclesiastical Reformers to arrive you can see a little window for there to be some plausible scandals he was hiding in the vaults there. One that he was a decade older and two that the received Latin translation of his writings in the 1930s and before, were simply lacking some background into the nuance of his meaning.

I'm saying, that he was writing cryptically to Erasmus and that was part of his "overlong explanation of who he was, referenced in this translation of Erasmus' reply:

Oh also, another thing I read was that there was a theory for a while that we don't even know his real first name because Bishop Woodville's illegitimate son was supposedly Somename Stephen Gardiner, like a hypenated last name or prominent middle name, that was taken for his mother. And that over time he took to signing his name "Steven Gardiner" to show that he had changed his identity somewhat.

The difference between the birthdate of the Cloth Merchant's son Stephen Gardiner (estimated to be 1497 by Muller, based on the little boy reference in the letter and the fact that the Stephen in the will had not reached age 21 by 1507), Muller entirely infers based on a Latin translation, presumably not his own, that he was on the younger side of this, possibly to help his case that the Willey Winchester was not the bastard son of dead Bishop.

So it is plausible that his birthdate could be as late as 1487, which would have him turning 21 a few months after the will. That would explain why he is listed first in the will, though he was far from the oldest, if he was about to be ready to inherit. This makes him four years too young to have been Woodville's son, since he died in 1484.

[cutesmokes]

‘Come back down to earth, kay?’  

Summary: After the incident revolving around the boy on the roof, Nene couldn't stop her mind from spiraling. It's winter break now and even after the bathroom ghost promised that she would have her answers, she couldn't help but worry. (Un)fortunately for her, Hanako knows her more than she could even begin to imagine.    

Author’s note: HOHOHO!!!!!!! Surprise @duckymcdoorknob ! I'll be your secret santa this year~! Thank you so much to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa this year. Good GOD this is a long one. It's been a while since I've written anything but wow I've really had fun not only writing this but having the excuse to finally rewatch this anime~! Happy holidays my dear/p I hope you enjoy this little story about our favorite bathroom ghost~! (its just a tad edgy in the beginning and at the end lol. Yay for overthinking/j) 

Cw: very brief mention of murd3r/ some overthinking

Word count: 1526

Who was he; that boy on the rooftop, why did he look almost identical to the ghost in the bathroom? Hanako looked so.. Scared, maybe? What was that look in his eye- all his courage and confidence That  practically drained from him as was what the stranger said true? Did he really… murder someone?   

Nene cringed as she swept the bathroom floor, the coarse bristles of the broom licking over the floor, the soft sound the only thing audible in the empty school. The world outside was gray and cold, clouds blanketed the dull sky, threatening snow. School had let out early and Yashido stood shivering with a cold that only anxiety could bring. Before she had actually dared to challenge the legend of the Seventh wonder of her school, she would have been home by now; lounging in something cute, the soft twilight cooling the night as she babied her beloved hamster, but now she was here- spending most of her freetime in the girl’s bathroom. 

 She sighed to herself, smiling slightly as she let the broom rest against one of the walls before dusting herself off. She found that, within the last few months, she hasn't minded her chores so much anymore. Sure, she still felt obligated to somehow repay Hanako for all the times he's saved her- it was almost embarrassing how extensive the list was. She always seemed to get herself into trouble but Hanako was always there to save her. It almost made her feel.. Special. She shook her head, denying even the slightest possibility that she could like the ghost more than just a friend. The last time she let herself believe that, it ended in more hurt feelings as she cried into his arms. She really was silly. 

When she looked up, bright gold eyes met her amber ones. with a high pitched scream, she jumped back, almost tripping over herself as she turned back to the ghost boy, who was not trying very hard to hold back amused snickers.

“UGH!! You startled me!” she shouted with an aggravated stomp of her foot. Hanako hung upside down, floating almost weightlessly in front of her as he chuckled. 

“Oh come on, Yashiro, you've been so jumpy lately! What's going on in that head of yours, hum~?” he asked playfully, tapping his pointer finger against her forehead. She turned away from him, going to pick up the broom to return it back to the closet, Hanako not far behind. 

“Its nothing- I've just been in my own world is all.” She muttered nervously, smiling with a dismissive wave of her hand as she walked away from the closet. Once she got home, she could think things over, or, better yet, distract herself from all this bust HAnako wouldn’t have it. He knew her better than just about anyone, probably thanks to the bond they shared due to the mermaid’s scale. Still hovering over her shoulder, his fingers rapidly poked over her cheek and down her arm. Annoyed, Nene swatted at his hands,

“Hanako! Knock it off!”                     

“Not till you tell me what’s wrong~!” he said in a sing-song manner, chasing after her like a child. Seeing the stairs that led to the roof’s exit, Nene ran like her life depended on it. Hanako had gotten so mad last time and she did not want to risk repeating that. Her shoes clicked noisily against the cold wooden steps as she made it to the roof, not without clumsily tripping over the last step and falling through the unlocked door however. As soon as she tumbled out onto the rooftop, the cold wind nipped at her skin, making her shiver- she really wasn't dressed to be out in the cold, she didn't even have her coat! None of that mattered as the apparition appeared in the doorway, his silhouette darkened by the dim lights leading to the stairwell. Nene watched in silent terror as Hanako walked towards her, smiling as he always did, hands hiding behind his back. The poor girl found herself closing her eyes, maybe if she just closed her eyes hed go away- 

Cold fingers cupped her cheek, gently turning it upwards. When her eyes fluttered open again, she found the apparition’s enticing eyes dangerously close to hers again. She felt her heart flutter, making her turn away. Darn him. Hanako just continued smiling as his hands freed her face, only to intertwine with hers, making her squeak. 

“Now now, it's just me~! Friends talk, remember~?” he coos, but Yashiro just turned away again. The boy huffs, pooting just a little.

“You used to make me laugh, ya know. You're so easy to annoy~!” he paused for a moment, thinking- had he ever heard her laugh? He couldn't remember… he smirked slightly, subtly reaching to experimentally squeeze her side. 

Almost immediately, her legs kick out in reaction to the electric shocks that shoot up her nervous system. Nene attempts to roll away from the tingling sensation but finds herself trapped, slumped in a wedge made by the walls of the safety rails that lined the roof with the mischievous ghost above of her. She tried to make herself look angry, but with her cheeks already warming, she knew it would be useless to play anything off.

“Hanako!? What was THAT!?” 

The boy just scooted closer to her side, scooping her up slightly so that they now lay against each other, side by side. 

“Oh! Just checking if you were ticklish or not.” he said casually, his words light, almost sounding excited.

“See- my twin and I used to have battles all the time- it was really fun!” he seemed sad, remembering things Nene couldn't even begin to imagine. Just as quickly as it came, however, the sadness in his tone was replaced with the bouncy, perky tone returned. A hand rose into view , fingers wiggling slightly before he continued.

“Seems to me like you could use a good laugh, Yashiro~” was all he said before fingers quickly began spidering across her stomach. Almost immediately, Yashiro bursts into panicked giggles, kicking and thrashing the best she could. 

“haha-HAnako! Y-hohou you big jerk! Stahahp!” 

“Hum… let me think… nah~! You have to tell me why you were sulking again.” he taunted, fingers bouncing across the top of her leg before rapidly squeezing over her knee. The response was a high, girly squeal, before Nene sank down farther to the ground. She shook her head, not only as a way to decline his little “Deal” but as a desperate attempt to decrease the feeling of delicate fingers across her knees. She knew she couldn't go on like this much longer, but she was feeling suborn. She tried shaking her hand free of hanako’s grasp but the ghost was strong, his fingers traveled down underneath her knee, fingers tenderly clawing at the skin that hid beneath her black tights. 

Her growing laughter turned silent due to the sudden change and intensity. She tried to sit up, but only tumbled into the 7th wonder’s lap as her bright, squealing laughter returned. Chuckling along with her, hanako finally released her hand, only to grab onto the school girl’s hips, squeezing in a new found rhythm. Yashiro’s feet stomped on the cement, her dainty hands latching onto Hanako’s wrists as she called out between squeals.

“OKAYHAHA-!! Okahahay- please! Stahahap!!”  

Fingers scamper up her ribs, jumping up to her shoulder and gently feathering into the crook of her neck before they remove themselves completely. The girl’s hands cup over her chest as she tries to take deep breaths in between her giggles, eyes closing as she grounds herself. Before long, Nene was able to sit up, whipping a tear of mirth from her eye with Hanako waiting, watching with that smug look on his face. Nene took one last breath before beginning to voice the concerns that had been bothering her for weeks. The longer she rambled, the faster she talked, her hands waving around as a way to accentuate her words. It was only when she seemed to start repeating herself was when the bathroom ghost interjected, gently grabbing her hands with his own. Yashiro gasped slightly as she is pulled out of her rant before meeting Hanako’s gaze.

“Hey. it's really cool you wanna know everything about me. No one’s really done that before, and.. I'm glad its you- but you have to be patient, okay? I promise I will tell you everything you want to know when I'm ready, but for now, just come back down to earth, ‘kay? I've missed you.”  

Despite the chill from not only the wind, but from hanako’s hands as well, she could feel a warmth deep within her chest, growing across her cheeks as she blushed softly. Nene became lost in Hanako’s honey-like stare; soft and sweet, feeling tears well up from how touching his words were. He was right. He may have been a tease, but he never broke a promise.. Her smile became more determined as she nodded. She really did trust him, despite all his secrets. 

Neither of them noticed that it had begun to snow..                                        

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It's Okay Just to Say I'm Not Okay

Title: It’s Okay Just to Say I’m Not Okay Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 30 Prompt: “It’s okay just to say ‘I’m not okay’,” Borrowed Clothing/Bridal Carry/ “Not much longer”  Fandom:  Fullmetal Alchemist Word Count: 1526  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G  Characters:  Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye Warning: NA Summary: A young Roy and Riza get caught out in the rain while traveling back to Riza’s house through the woods. They take refuge in a hunting cabin, but Riza is mad at Roy for getting them lost—and might have hurt her ankle. Somehow, they’ll make it home.   Notes:  AO3 || ff.net

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It's Okay Just to Say I’m Not Okay

Riza Hawkeye was mad. She was mad, she was drenched, she was cold, and her ankle hurt. And none of it would have happened if stupid Roy Mustang had just listened to her. She should have just walked away and let him get lost in the woods or something. Then he could be drenched and cold and probably still wandering around outside, and she would be in her house warm, dry, and without a hurt ankle.

She turned around to glare at him, being careful of her ankle, as he did his best to secure the door of the small hunting cabin they had broken into. It likely belonged to Old Man Earnst, and it was a fifty-fifty shot on whether he would be angry with them for being here or not. His wife, though, wouldn’t mind. But either way, for the moment, they were stuck here, and it was Roy Mustang’s fault.

He turned back around and froze for a second at her glare. Then he let out a sigh, and his shoulders dropped a little. “I’m sorry, alright?” he said. Riza continued to glare at him. “How was I supposed to know it was going to pour rain that quickly!” he said.

“Maybe by listening to me!” Riza shot back. “I told you those clouds looked like rain, and I told you they looked heavy with it!”

“That doesn’t mean it’s going to suddenly pour rain from the sky!” Roy shot back. “You’re twelve! You haven’t even studied meteorology at your school! Why would I believe you?”

“Maybe because I’ve got lived experience with this sort of thing where you don’t, city boy!” she mocked. “You might be sixteen, and you might have been here three years, but you still don’t know anything about how to live out here!”

“I know more than you think!” he shot back at her.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged, bringing her arms around herself again as she shivered. “Then tell me what we do now and see if it’ll get us out of this situation!”

Roy opened his mouth, still glaring at her, but quickly closed it again. He looked around the cabin, and then pulled a shirt and a pair of pants off of a wall. He threw them at her. “Here. Change out of your wet clothes at least. I’ll change after I get a fire going. Neither of us need to catch cold out here.”

Riza blinked at him, a little taken aback at the sudden change. Still, though, she took the clothes, and turned her back on Roy. “Fine,” she said. “But you face the other way while I change!”

“I will,” Roy said, and turned to the small pot-bellied stove in the corner.

Riza quickly divested herself of her wet clothes, having to peel her soaked stockings off of her legs, wincing when she peeled them off of her ankle. She was still a little wet, but the clothes, at least, were dry. She had to roll up the sleeves and the pants legs and grab a rope that was nearby to cinch the pants around her waist, but the dry clothes did make her feel warmer.

“I’m finished,” she said, keeping her tone firm as she turned around.

“Good,” Roy said, still not turning around. “I’ve got the fire going. I’ll change too, and then we’ll figure out what to do with our clothes.”

“Fine,” Riza said. She made her way over to the stove, doing her best to pretend that her ankle didn’t hurt.

She apparently did a good job, because Roy didn’t say anything about it. He took clothes and went back to where she had been while Riza settled herself down next to the stove. It felt warm and she closed her eyes, leaning into the heat. It didn’t take Roy long to change, and Riza heard him moving about the small cabin. She didn’t turn around to look, though, stretching out her leg and rotating her ankle around. She winced. Yeah, that hurt. That wasn’t good.

“I found a string,” Roy said, coming back towards her. “If we can get our clothes on it and put it up, they might dry faster.”

Riza eyed the string, and then their clothes. It was, she had to admit, a good idea. “I suppose so,” she said reluctantly. Roy looked at her oddly for her reluctance, but he didn’t comment. Riza pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the way her ankle felt, and helped. Once they got the clothes strung up, they both sat back down again, near the fire. Outside they could still hear the rain pouring in droves. For a while that, and the sound of the fire, were the only sounds that they heard. Finally, though, Roy spoke up.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. You’re right, you do have more experience. But I honestly thought that we had enough time,” he said.

Riza was silent for a moment. “…I shouldn’t have yelled at you. We probably would have gotten wet either way.” She glanced at him. “But I’m not apologizing for taking over the lead. You had no idea where we were.”

Roy grimaced. “I thought I did,” he said. “But I guess I didn’t.”

Riza huffed. “I’m out here hunting in these woods all the time. I don’t get lost out here.”

“I know, I know,” Roy said with an embarrassed grin. “But I just wanted to be able to do it.”

Riza frowned and turned her nose up. “You’ll have to do a lot more galivanting around the woods before you can do that, Mr. Mustang.”

Roy drew back a little and gave a mock bow. “Oh, forgive me, Miss Hawkeye. I didn’t know I had to gain so many hours of experience. I’ll add it to my regimen.”

There was a pause, before both of them relaxed and laughed a little.

“How long do you think the rain will last?” Riza asked.

“Hopefully, not much longer, but apparently I’m not very good with weather,” Roy said, slightly teasing.

Unfortunately, their hopes were dashed, and the rain lasted several more hours. By the time it let up, it was already dark outside. Neither of them was thrilled about the idea of walking through the woods in the dark, especially out in the rain, but they saw that there was very little choice. They put their own clothes—now mostly dry, although Riza skirts were a little damp—back on and headed out.

The one good thing about the dark, as far as Riza was concerned, was that it was good cover for her hurt ankle. She could limp around, and Roy didn’t take much notice of it, thinking she was being careful of branches and slick leaves. That was, until she found some of those branches and leaves.

In the dark, she didn’t see the raised root and tripped over it. The wet leaves on the ground gave her feet no purchase and she tumbled to the ground, her ankle twisting painfully.

“Riza!”

Roy stumbled to her side, trying to help her up. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m—I’m fine,” she said. “Help me up.”

Roy wrapped his hands around her arms and helped her to stand—only to catch her as she tried to put weight on her ankle and fell again. “You’re hurt!” he said.

“I’m fine,” Riza insisted.

Roy frowned and shook his head. “No, you’re not.” He sighed. “Riza, it’s okay just to say ‘I’m not okay’ you know. No one is going to think less of you.”

Riza stubbornly didn’t say anything, and Roy sighed again.

“How far are we from the house?” he asked.

“It’s not much longer,” Riza said. “I’d say another fifteen or twenty minutes?” Maybe slower now that she had really twisted her ankle. “I think I can make it—”

Riza was cut off as she was suddenly lifted up into Roy’s arms, giving a little squeak of surprise.

“Alright. I can do fifteen or twenty minutes of carrying you,” Roy said. “It’s not like you weigh much.”

Riza smacked his arm. “I weigh just fine, thank you!” she said. “And it would be easier for you to carry me on your back, then in your arms!”

Roy grinned. “I know. But this has better optics.”

Riza just stared at him. “You are. So weird. No one is going to see you out here.”

Roy shrugged. “You never know. Now—settle in and tell me where to go.”

Riza sighed and pointed out the direction they needed to go in, looping her arms around Roy’s neck to hopefully take some of the strain off of his arms.

It was still his fault that they were in this mess. But Riza wasn’t mad at him anymore. He was too silly to be mad at for too long, and this whole thing just proved it. Hopefully her father wouldn’t be mad at them, but if he was, he was. In the meantime, she’d let this silly city boy carry her home—and this time, she’d provide the directions from the get-go, so they wouldn’t get lost.

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Hi!! Saw you asking for requests... could you please write an angst for Evan Peters' character in AHS Asylum Kit Walker x female reader w them in Briarcliff? If you don't do his characters, it can be an angst with Evan himself pls! thank u!!

Ur wish is my demand

A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved

Pairing: Kit Walker x fem!reader

Words: 1526

Warnings: angst, cigarettes (don’t smoke guys!), Dr Arthur is a warning himself, fake facts (more in an), mention of suicide

An: Suicide and scolioses are not contagious diseases! If u have suicidal thoughts please talk with someone about it <3 Crazy that they though scolioses is contagious!

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I was once again in the process of asking everyone possible for cigarettes. The guards already knew my behavior and only replied: "Get off, I have nothing for you!" They became really cheeky towards us. Suddenly the record player stopped playing the horrible song. It was a salvation for some, but quite the opposite for others. Like Pepper she was starting to lose her mind and I ran over to her. "Hey everything will be fine." I said calmly to her and she slowly came down again. Sister Mary, also known as Sister Devil by me, took care of the record player and quickly that annoying song had returned. Pepper hugged me gratefully and as she went back to what she had been doing before I looked around. Only a few other patients were a little upset. And as I looked around the crowd I noticed two beautiful brown eyes looking at me as well. He had to be the rebellious newbie as I've never seen him here before and I've been here for a number of years. So I went up to him to introduce myself. But while I was doing this, I noticed the fearful looks of my fellow patients. What did you have? When I stood in front of him and wanted to say something, he already interrupted me: "Finally someone who talks to me! What is this place and why is this nun looking at me like the devil himself?” he pointed to Sister Mary. I giggled to myself. "If you give me one of your cigarettes I'll answer your questions." He nodded hastily and handed me one."Ok listen.." I gave him a questionable look since I didn't know his name yet.

"Kit," he answered hastily.

"Listen, Kit, this nun," I smiled, "is Sister Mary, or how I call her Sister Devil. I think she was thinking of a satanic institution by the name of Briarcliff.” He looked at me sideways, but I just kept talking. “Briarcliff is a mental institution, as they would say among the genteel. People of all kinds are dropped off here. For example Pepper” I pointed to her “she is originally from a freak show and was then given to her sister after Peppers boyfriend died. She claimed that Pepper killed her child. However, I think it was her or her husband because Pepper loves babies.” Now I pointed to Lana, “This is Lana, she's a lesbian and that's Why she’s here.” I looked at him to see his reaction. Everyone I told that was mostly disgusted, how could such a thing even exist, they just said. But Kit remained silent and after half a minute he said: "It's not legal. It's not legal to have her locked up for something so natural.” I smiled sadly. "If I tell you why I'm here, will you also tell me why you're here?" He smiled but then said, "I'd love to make the deal, but I have no idea why I'm here."

"That's ok, I'm sure you'll remember it soon. Sister Jude puts you on a higher dose of drugs for the first few weeks than after, that can affect your memories.” Now that I took a closer look at him, I realized just how beautiful he actually was. Did he have a girlfriend out there or even a family.

"Have you been here long?" he asked me.

"Too long. You will probably think that you have been here too long than you should. But you won't know it's too long until you don't leave here. Because you know every patient, everyone is your family and this horrible place here is your home, Kit.” I didn't dare to look at him. My vision was now becoming glassy and I was about to cry terribly.

"Miss Y/N your kitchen duty is now ready to begin." Nurse Jude smiled at me.

“You Walker can follow her. Behave.”

"He won't slit my throat, Judy." I laughed at her, but she just looked back dejectedly.

On the way to the kitchen I said to Kit: "That was Sisters Jude, don't call her Judy." I laughed. "Why?" he asked. “Judy is a sadist. There will be whiplashes on your back or on your pretty butt if you do anything like that.”

"Where did I end up here?" he asked.

"In hell, Kit."

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In the kitchen I showed him our tasks and of course he asked more questions.

But when we were done with that, we left the kitchen and were greeted by a happy Dr. Arthur.

"Miss Y/N please follow me."

I looked at Kit and nodded towards the sitting room.

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When I got to his operating room, I sat down on the couch.

“I gathered from a conversation between Sister Jude and Mary that you wanted to kill yourself before your Briarcliff time. I would like you to avoid direct contact with our patients, because I don't want any more deaths."

How many times have I heard in this life that this was contagious.

”may I go now?" I said, rolling my eyes.

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In the morning I stood next to Kit outside of our cells.

"What did Dr. arthur wanted?”

"Talking about an infectious disease I'm supposed to have."

"Which?" he said as he looked down at me. And I hesitated.

We all walked to breakfast.

"I was admitted back then because I wanted to kill myself, Kit." I whispered to him. I didn't dare look at him anymore.

"Are you still having those thoughts?" he asked.

"Not as often as I used to." I noticed his eyes on me. I thought he was about to step away from me, but he took my hand in his.

"A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved," he whispered.

"I don't think it works that way." I laughed back.

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As is so often the case, our first meal of the day was interrupted by Dr. Arthur.

"Come with me Miss Y/N!" he almost yelled.

I quickly followed him and when he got to his operating room he said he wanted to examine me.

When he touched my back with his cold hands, he flinched and put on a mask.

"You have scoliosis, a highly contagious disease!" he finally shouted.

"I have to operate on her." He continued to speak more calmly. "I've only done this surgery once, but I'll be fine." He smiled creepily at me.

"What happened to that one person?"

"She is no longer alive. I have to be very precise and there are many things that can go wrong. In the worst case, you would die.”

All I could do was look at him in shock.

"Can I at least say goodbye to someone before they disassemble my back?"

"No way! But you can continue to eat your breakfast in the cell as long as I prepare the operation.”

As I walked out of the room, I purposely took the long way to our 'rooms' so I could get past the lounge. And then when I saw Kit seeing me looking for him, I nodded him to follow me. I slowly walked towards my cell as Kit caught up with me.

"What-" he asked but I cut him off.

"I have scoliosis Kit. Dr Arthur wants to operate me, he says the disease is highly contagious and that there is a slim chance I will survive.” We had now arrived at my cell.

"I don't know if I'll survive." I put my hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"It would be a shame if I died and didn't tell you I really like you Kit"

We've known each other for three weeks and I already said something like that?! But somehow it felt right.

"Kit say something he'll probably be right over to pick me up for the surgery. Please say something-"

But Kit said nothing and kissed me. As we broke apart, he began to speak.

"You will survive and I will wait for you. We're going to get out of here.” He said while his fingers made little circles on my hip.

"By the way, now I know why I was brought here Y/N" he started again.

"Y/N!" it yelled from the hallway. The doctor was done.

"Tell me if when I’m back." I whispered.

He nodded and kissed me again.

"I'm coming Doctor" I called as we broke away from each other.

And so I walked down the long corridor with the doctor who was about to perform a life-threatening operation on me.

And behind us a woman dressed in black was following us me.

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Thanks for reading <3

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Your Light At The End Of The Tunnel

This is a little gift and personalized piece for @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @ajokeformur-ray Please excuse me for being super late🙈 Actually, I planned to finish this little thing as a Christmas gift. But I didn't make it in time because I'm so busy and stressed out with everything. So I had to make a few changes. Also, I haven't written anything for Eddie (or anything at all for that matter) in ages so I apologize if my characterization isn't exactly good. But I still hope that you will like it a tiny bit. I love you lots, Eri, and I wish you nothing but the absolute best🫂🥺

Summary: You don't feel very good lately, because university and your job are taking a lot out of you. This doesn't go unnoticed by Eddie and Uncle Wayne, so they decide it's time for a night off for you. And once again you realize how much they mean to you.

Tw: physically and mentally exhausted reader with self doubts -> but it's a fluffy comfort piece

Word count: 1526

(The gif is how he looks at you because he misses you and worries about you. He loves you so much and he only wants the best for you.)

It's evening when you're finally done with your long shift and you're heading home. Exhaustion and stress eat at you, but you try to forget the thoughts of your long to-do list just for a while while listening to the familiar and soothing melodies of Ozzy's music. You need some distance and time to yourself to clear your mind from the same tiring routine of getting up, working, doing housework and studying, and going to sleep. Your job a break from uni, uni a break from your job. Over and over again. And it wears on you, even if you enjoy your work and studies. Pesky and hurtful thoughts are almost a daily occurrence. Voices whispering to you that you are not working hard enough, not being good enough. They have a fun time picking at your brain and making you feel like shit. The urge to give up is strong. Sometimes you feel like screaming, hiding or running away.

But you don't. Never.

No matter how heavy and crushing the weight on your shoulders feels, you know there's light at the end of the tunnel. That shows you how much more you are. How strong, smart, determined, kind, wonderful and amazing you are. So very loved and cherished. And that these bad thoughts of yours are nothing but lies and untruths.

At first you don't even notice his van parked in the driveway in front of your house as you walk around the corner, head down and music blasting from your headphones. It's not until you bump into something - or better, someone - that you look up. Eyes wide, heart hammering against your ribcage. But as quickly as the initial shock came, it turns into a deep sigh of relief. The corners of your mouth twitching upward into a small, tired smile.

There it was, your light at the end of the tunnel.

Wild hair flies through the air as he turns to face you. Big brown eyes so soft and warm that it almost makes you want to cry with love and adoration. Just this pretty and bright smile of his makes your heart feel lighter, as if the missing parts are clicking back into place.

"Woah, woah. Easy there, sweet thing. I gotcha, I gotcha." Eddie feels warm against you as he pulls you close and wraps his arms around you to hold you and keep you from stumbling. "Another long day, hm?"

"Mhm..." You don't have to say it out loud for him to understand. Sometimes actions speak louder than words. And the way you cling to him like a drowning person to a life preserver is more than enough of an answer for him.

"I see." Now it's his turn to sigh deeply. Of course, he doesn't miss the state you've been in lately. It worries him and if he could, he would take all the burden off you. But even if he can't carry your burdens, he can carry you. Give you some relief and time to slow down. He kisses the crown of your head. A gesture so tender, a look into the metalhead's warm and gentle heart of gold. "Do you think I can take you to our place? I know, work and uni and shit. But Uncle Wayne and I would love to have you with us tonight. That's why I'm here, sweetheart."

Your eyes are welling up with tears as you look at him. Tears of gratefulness. You try to blink them away but to no avail. Eddie quietly hushes you - something he learned from his uncle - and wipes away the wet trails with the pads of his thumb. Even the slightes contact of skin on skin makes you melt. You nod and give him another small smile, but this time it reaches your eyes. "Please. Just...just let me take care of a few things, okay? And then we can get the hell out of here."

You giggle a little and place a soft kiss on his cheek. And if you look close enough, you can see him blush just the slightes bit - he's such a sweet and pretty boy. You hear him mutter something under his breath as you walk past him and go inside. You stop for a moment in the hallway of your house and think. Your thoughts are circling around all the things you should be doing. You feel the familiar and hated feeling of your chest tightening. It's hard for you to take breaks, to take time for yourself. There are only so many hours in a day and most of the time you wish you could be in more than one place at once - that would be super helpful. You need to... No. Not today. Not this evening. You call Eddie and Uncle Wayne to mind. They give you the strength you so desperately need. They wouldn't want you to come home after a long shift, only to keep working until you can barely stand on your feet from exhaustiom and the whole world starts to spin around you. No. You shake your head, trying to mentally brush off your worries. And so you keep your promise and just grab a few things you need for your stay at the Munson trailer.

When you go back outside, you take a deep breath. You see Eddie bouncing on the balls of his feet, and you are greeted with a big smile. "You ready, sweet thing?" As soon as you nod, Eddie takes your bag and carefully throws it onto the backseat. He opens the door for you and gestures you to get in with a little silly bow, making you giggle at his antics. He helps you with the seat belt - safety first - before he jogs around his old van and plops down on the driver's seat. The ride doesn't take long, thanks to Eddie's, well, wild driving style and the two of you loudly singing along to your favorite songs of Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden. But honestly, you wouldn't want it any other way. It is perfect.

As soon as the van speeds into the driveway and the trailer comes into view, you are greeted with the familiar silhouette of Eddie's uncle. He's patiently waiting for the two of you on the front porch. When he sees you, he stomps out his cigarette and waves at you.

"There you are, kid. 'M glad my son was able to convince ya." He opens his arms for you with the kindest smile on his lips, and maybe you walk to him a little too fast to hide how much you missed him. Wayne chuckles and squeezes you affectionately as you hide your face in his flannel shirt and take a deep breath. A mix of cologne and the stale smell of his last cigarette. Only when his arms loosen around you do you let go of each other and you look at him. Your heart feels light and warm - more at peace -, the way only the Munsons can make you feel. "Now how 'bout we go inside, hm? It's a little cold out here, isn't it, boy?" You both give Eddie a look and laugh when you see him shiver and roll his eyes, grinning. A real metalhead like him would never give up his leather jacket and vest, right?

First Eddie takes you to his room so you can put your things away and get comfortable. To your surprise and delight, you find that he has even cleaned up a bit. No more stains, new bedding. And a dedicated place for your night light on the nightstand, even if Eddie is your noble knight protecting you from the demons of the night. Silly boy loves to hear your giggle when he calls himself that. He hands you one of his most comfy band tees - preferably an Ozzy or Dio one - because he knows wearing it will make you feel calmer and more comfortable, before leading you back into the living room where Uncle Wayne is already sitting on the old sofa. You take a seat between the two men and sigh deeply. You hear the TV running softly in the background, but you don't hear it. Your brain feels like it's full of cotton. Naturally, you reach for one of Eddie's hands to hold it. The metal of his rings cool against your heated skin. It's soothing in a way, grounds you and makes you understand that he's really there with you. Your eyes get heavy and you allow yourself to gently rest your head against Wayne's shoulder, making him smile and hum in approvel.

Finally your mind and body can rest a little, being together with the two people who mean the entire universe to you. You feel at peace, loved, cherished and understood. And even though the world can be scary, tiring and too much, you know that you can do it. Because you are not alone. The Munsons stick together. On good days and bad. They are your light at the end of the tunnel.

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this burning

December Writing Challenge 2021

Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.

Pairing: Ardeth Bay x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of yearning. Implied smut.

Words: 1526

A/N: Believe me, I am more surprised than you that I wrote for this character again. P.S. 'gamela' means pretty or beautiful.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as the night went on. He was almost otherworldly, the way he spoke, the way he moved, even the slightest facial expressions in reaction to something John was doing. You have never met someone who was simultaneously so simple yet so interesting in your life before, which was telling, considering how often you traveled across the world.

When he arrived earlier in the evening, you were reminded of all of the feelings you spent months setting aside out of respect for his culture and religion. He was much more vibrant than the last time you saw him just outside the city of Karnak. And as much as you wished to ignore him, to pretend he wasn’t there and that you didn’t see him for almost half a year, you couldn’t. There were only a few acquaintances that arrived as early as him and you didn’t want him to think that he was no longer welcome among your family. Evie would kill you if she got so much as an inclination of what you felt for the man.

So you swallowed your feelings and pride, and tried to speak with him enough to not make it seem weird. You could swear there was something different about the way he was speaking with you, perhaps even looking at you, but you blamed the few glasses of wine you already went through. When the Christmas party reached its peak, you grew tired of socializing and quietly grabbed another glass of wine and walked towards one of the corners of the room, making sure to tell Alex not to whisper of your whereabouts to his parents should they ask him where you were hiding.

But that was not the only reason why you hid behind one of the bookshelves.

From where you were standing, you had the perfect view of the Medjai. You couldn’t believe how easily you forgot the aura about him. Seeing him around a handful of people was one thing, but seeing him in his dark, black cloaks that juxtaposed perfectly with the multitudes around him made him all the more fascinating, the more special. It shouldn’t have surprised you. He had the blood of the old gods running in his veins. His mere existence showed the majesty of the ancient civilization.

It was very clear, though, that you weren’t the only one longing to be near him. The attention he was receiving was justified and you couldn’t take it anymore, envious of how easily everyone else spoke with him when you only tensed at the sight of him.

Making sure that no one would miss your presence, you quietly made your way up the stairs into the private living rooms overlooking the gardens of the estate. A shiver ran down your spine and you reluctantly walked away from the balcony back towards the fireplace. It was moments like this when you missed Egypt. The fire may have always been put out by the winds of the desert but they managed to connect you to another time and place that old England could never aspire to do.

“You are not enjoying the party?” A deep voice pulls you away from your nostalgic thoughts and you turn around quickly to face the man, barely managing to hold back from gasping when you saw his cloaks flutter behind him as he approached you. Reluctantly, you moved away from the heat as soon as he stood in front of it, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to take being this close to him and not being able to know him the way you’ve desired ever since the two of you met.

“I- I don’t do well with crowds. And I suspect you don’t either.” The comment slipped from your lips before you can stop yourself and you stepped closer to him while holding out your hand just as he began to chuckle at your declaration. “Forgive me, sir, I didn’t mean to insult you. I just-” You try to backtrack from your previous words but the ruler of the medjai shakes his head and turns away from you.

You can’t help but admire his features as the fire shadows swim across them. The man was stunning, in every sense of the word. But there was something intimate about the tattoos across his handsome face being highlighted by the dancing flames, as if they were etched there by the fires of Osiris and Horus. You couldn’t look away from him. He was so approachable now, existing in a space that was held by your presence alone.

“Why do you continue to call me with such titles even after I’ve begged you to not do so? Is it so- so different from this land’s names that you cannot bear to say it? Or do you truly consider us as nothing more than acquaintances?”

The sudden outburst causes your eyes to widen in shock, mostly because you’ve known the man to always have strong control over himself, even in his moments of severe anger.

“It’s, umm- it’s out of respect? As I understand it, the Ruler of the Medjai held a high level of authority in the ancient world. I do not wish for you to think that I do not respect and understand your position just because we are in this modern civilization. As for being acquaintances, I- I thought…or I was told that you do not try to mix with someone like me, which I completely understand. It- please, know that it was never my intention to offend you.” You aren’t sure when the two of you ended up standing a foot away from each other but one minute you’re offering your apologies, and the next thing you know, the man in front of you closes the space and reaches out to touch your hair.

You’re not sure how you should react and you hold your breath when he leans down and takes a long whiff of your scent. You wish you could do the same with his beautiful, long locks but you remember that it might be offensive to be so forward so you hold back from mirroring his actions.

“Have you any idea what you do to me woman?” The question is whispered and it’s the only thing you need to hear to finally reach out and touch his hand.

“My name, say my name gamela. I want to hear you sing my name in that bewitching voice of yours.” You make the mistake of looking into his eyes as he orders you to whisper his name to him.

What you find in his eyes is terrifying.

It’s the same that’s in yours whenever you’re studying him.

“Ardeth…Ardeth please.”

It’s all you need to say for the semblance of control to finally snap. You don’t have time to react as he pushes you down underneath him atop the soft rugs adorning the floors and covers you with his body. He’s much warmer than you, and you aren’t sure if it’s because he was standing near the fire or because he feels this heated from the brief interaction. You can’t find it in yourself to care. Before you can say anything, Ardeth descends down on you, not caring for how animalistic he’s being as he raises the dress from around your thighs and nestles himself in between your legs. He makes sure to cover you with his robes, and you silently thank him for wanting to keep some form of your virtue from wandering eyes should you get caught.

As your arms wrap around him, Ardeth growls into the kiss and takes hold of both of your wrists, slamming them harshly against the ground before sliding his palms up to your hands and intertwining your fingers together. You gasp at the intimacy of the moment and regret it almost immediately when he sneaks his tongue into your mouth and claims you. His weight on top of you shouldn’t feel this glorious and comforting, and yet it is.

Even after he stripes you of your clothes and claims your body.

Even after his hands roam across your skin as if he, and only he, had the right to your body.

Even after he whispered his eternal love to you as he filled you with his essence over and over again.

But you find that it all makes sense, every little thing your mind and body and soul felt towards this man made sense. The way you seem to feel connected to an ancient past the more he draws shapes across your heated skin makes this otherworldly experience come forward and explain what you’re feeling.

As he wraps you in his arms and kisses every inch he can reach, you finally come to understand what all of these emotions came to be.

You’re in love with him.

And even though you thought you’d be afraid of admitting it, you aren’t.

In fact, you find that you don’t have an issue completely losing yourself in him, completely giving yourself up to him.

The thought is comforting. This burning fire was comforting.

All because it was him.

[zsocca55]

I decided to answer these questions in one post, I hope it’s okay. :)

So you guys are interested in Austro-Hungarian relations? Oh boy….Do you really want me to recite three books worth of history? Because let me tell you, half the history a normal Hungarian student learns in school is about Austria and us.

Let me summarize our relationship through the ages in a ‘short’ recap:

800-1000: first meetings between the two, Hungary being an invasive threat that had to be stopped

1000-1526: Austrians slowly get used to the Hungarian neighbours, but still see them as a threat to their existence - there is commerce forming between the two though

-1526: the year Austria decides to take claim of whatever is left of Hungary (he has been looking for an opening like that for a few centuries)

-1526-1711: Austria treats Hungary like any other underling of his — at one point (1529) Hungary is ‘kidnapped’ by Turkey but Austria gets her back (1686), Hungary has enough of both him and Turkey though and wants to be free (rebellions)

-1711-1848: Austria is willing to listen more to what Hungary has to say for her rights in the Empire but he refuses to grant many of her wishes (while he also promises lots of things and then goes back on his words) which angers her to the point of declaring independence (48-49 independence war)

-1849-59: Austria takes revenge on Hungary for her deeds with an iron fist, trying to get his control back over her but it only sours the relationship between the two even more

-1859-67: Austria realizes that his crumbling condition as an Empire weakened him and so he has no other choice but to seek a compromise with Hungary (ironically his greatest support in the Empire) so the two form a dual monarchy

-1867-1918: Austro-Hungarian Empire, golden age, cultural exchange, prosperity, etc., Hungarian people slowly warm up to the formerly hated emperor, “the romantic era” (as described by Austrian article)

-1918-1921: first world war, the Empire is unprepared for a modern war and quickly crumbles from the inside, the Entente decides to tear the two apart, Hungary realizes that it is necessary and accepts it (even fights for it) but Austria makes two desperate last ditch attempts to reclaim the Hungarian throne

-1920: Trianon for Hungary, Saint-Germain for Austria — both national traumas - Hungary loses all her former glory and part of her identity while Austria barely makes it out alive (that’s why he wanted to unify with Germany)

-1921-1955: second world war, Anschluss - Germany becomes Hungary’s new neighbour which freaks Hungary out, later Austria becomes neutral in 55 while Hungary gets taken by Soviet Russia

-1955-1989: relations are severed for the most part but Austria tries to help out Hungary in any way he can while still maintaining his neutrality (taking in Hungarian refugees in 1956, also accepting Hungarians who go to get work in Austria)

-1989-today: relations are back on track, social-economical exchanges, the two are very influental to each other in political issues too

Most Hungarians of today have a good opinion on Austria, but watch out because on national Holidays (march 15, oct 6) these same people will hate on Austrians a lot. That’s just how it is: we have a love-hate relationship.

So yes, I also think that he has a face that just demands to be kissed and slapped at the same time. 😂

I personally love the country and it’s people very much! Thanks for the questions! ❤️

[totallyawr1t3r]

Daisies

Chapter 1: Newest Victim

Edited with 1526 Words

You looked around the village confused; you didn’t think anyone lived inside these weird mountains. You had nearly died a few times trying to climb up them, so how did a bunch of people make a whole civilization here? You let out a frustrated sign as a faint glow of pink shined out of your bag, telling you it was too late to really do anything about it now and since there’s bound to be someone interesting for you to play with for a bit, might as well do it now.

After taking a long-needed sip of water, you let out a tiny hum as you studied each person who passed by you, finding none of them interesting. While it was surely a very lively village with people chatting while others worked, there was even a short girl with round green glasses singing to three children, none of them took your interest.

You needed someone interesting to play with, it was no fun if they were plain and boring. So you kept on looking for someone to catch your eye. ‘Where to start…’ Your eyes finally landed on a woman with a pink flower clipped into her hair. She was beautiful, and what made her stand out even more was when she suddenly made flowers sprout from the ground, amazing the other villagers in town.

Your eyes widened at the sight as your mouth gaped open.

Did she have some type of magical gift as well? That thought made a mischievous grin grow onto your lips as you stared at her for a bit longer. You had just found your newest little game contestant as you pulled out a single red rose from your bag. One of the simplest ways to say, ‘I love you’.

To others it may have been a bit too soon for that, but it was an important part of the process. You swirled it around a bit, careful not to damage the delicate petals, as you switched out your grin for your signature charming smile that has swept multiple people off their feet before.

The flower girl didn’t take notice of you until you appeared by her side, bowing down as you held out the rose. “Hola, mi amor.” You greeted, your smiling only growing slightly as she took the rose from your hand. “I know we haven’t met before, but your beauty is quite enchanting.”

A few flowers bloomed from her hair, causing your interest to rise. There was really only one flower that caught your interest in her hair though, it was a purple rose. Often used for ‘Love at first sight’. You even caught sight of a quick flash of pink setting into her eyes, causing you to fight back a smirk.

It works every time.

“May I get your name?” You stood up straight, as it took her a few minutes to process what had happened.

“M-My name?” She blinked as she looked at the rose before back at you. “You mean, you don’t know me already?” She asked, she seemed to be deeply taken back at that fact. You could kinda understand, it seemed like a village where everyone knew everyone even if they’ve never talked before.

You softly shook your head, “Sadly, not yet. If I did, I would have talked to you much sooner.”

The flower girl didn’t say anything back for a few minutes, most likely still trying to process what was exactly happening. She opened her mouth before closing it, she looked to be in deep thought before she took in a deep breath. She suddenly flashed you a friendly smile, as she finally answered you. “Well then, I’m Isabela Madrigal. Do I have the pleasure of knowing yours?”

“[Y/N] [L/N], but you can just call me your future lover.” You sent her a wink, which only caused her to giggle.

“That’s sweet but you’ve barely known me for a few hours.”

You simply shrugged, taking the one purple rose from her hair causing her face to heat up. “True love waits for no one, Princesa.” You spun it around once before tucking in behind her ear. “Plus it already seems you’ve fallen for me.” You teased.

Instead of getting the answer you originally expected, Isabela had just rolled her eyes and placed a free hand on her hip. “Just because you’re cute, doesn’t mean your flirting is gonna win me over that easily.” She replied, turning her back towards you as she flipped her hair. “You have to try much harder than a few cheesy flirts.”

She soon left, leaving you standing there in slight shock.

This was the first time someone had said this to you. Did it not work? But that wasn’t possible, you saw the pink flash in her eyes. It was already starting. Was she fighting back the effect?

That thought made your lips curry into a devilish grin, as you watched her walk away from you. Maybe this small accident would be better than you had originally thought.

Being taken out of your thoughts, a tap on your shoulder made you turn around to be faced with the girl who you had seen singing early. “Do you need something?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

She stood there, slightly awkwardly, as looked up at you. “Sorry– I couldn’t help but notice I’ve never seen you before.” She admitted, “And I know exactly everyone here. Plus I kinda noticed you flirting with my sister–”

You crossed your arms as you told her, “Just got here today. The name’s [Y/n] [L/n].” You introduced yourself. “You are?”

“Mirabel Madrigal!” She held out her hand for you to shake as her eyes lit up. “So you’re an outsider!” But the more she thought about it, her facial expression morphed into confusion. “Wait- So you climbed those mountains all by yourself?!”

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, “Yeahh. It’s not as easy as I thought it would be, They’re unusually tall.”

She was about to say something about it but you interrupted her. “So you’re Isabela’s sister, right?” Mirabel nodded. “So could you tell me what's up with the flower thing then?” You asked curiously. You just wanted to know if it was like how, you got yours.

Mirabel beamed at you and started to explain something about this whole ‘Miracle’ thing and how each person in her family had one besides Tío Felix, Her father Agustín, her younger cousin Antonio and even herself. Her Abuela was the one who took care of the candle that was the main power source for their gifts.

You just nodded along, subconsciously gripping onto your bag tighter as you listened to her ramble.

It was somewhat different from your story, but it was still interesting to hear about.

The sun was finally about to set, forcing you to realize you had nowhere to stay. You mumbled a curse underneath your breath as Mirabel noticed your panicked look. “You okay there, [Y/N]?”

You pinched the top of your nose [?] as you let out a small groan. “I…I just realized I don’t have anywhere to stay…” You mumbled, your face heating up from embarrassment. You hadn’t expected people to have actually lived here.

Mirabel let out a little ‘oh’ as she thought about something for a bit, before she gave you a friendly smile. “Maybe you can stay at Casita with my family for a bit until you get your own place!” She suggested, lightly elbowing you to take the offer.

You opened your mouth to protest, saying something along the lines of ‘How you could be a murderer’ and how you’ve guys barely known each other for a day but then remembered your goal.

She was Isabela’s little sister after all, so if you stayed at Casita until you needed to leave, you could play with Isabela.

“Sure.”

It took a bit to convince her Abuela to let you stay, she was confused and concerned on how you were able to climb the mountains. She even asked why you did it, you just said you thought no one lived there. It wasn’t a lie if you didn’t tell the whole truth.

Isabela had walked in on you three talking and was the one to convince Alma to let you stay until you could get a house. You were allowed to sleep in the nursery with Antonio and Mirabel, who had left soon after to set you up a bed.

Alma had soon left too, still not trusting you for being an ‘Outsider’ but it gave you some alone time with Isabela, so you didn’t exactly mind.

The first you noticed about her was how she was wearing the rose you gave her.

“It seems as if faith has tied us together, mi amor.” You grinned as you looked at her innocently, as she clicked her tongue.

“Whatever you say, Charmer.”

At the time, it seemed like the best mistake ever. Isabela Madrigal, your newest victim, was just the person you needed for your game. But you really should have destroyed that rose when you had ever seen it.

[cyborg-franky]

Stranded part 4

Law x GN Reader N/SFW Word Count: 1526

Weeks had passed since you had almost died, weeks since Law staid with you while you recovered, weeks since you decided to drop the attitude towards the crew you were part of. You still didn’t accept your place on the Polar Tang with open arms, but you were grounded by gratitude to the captain. You knew you’d been a pain in the ass, a challenge to deal with, you being stung by the poison critter could have been an easy way for the heart pirates to dispose of you guilt free. But they didn’t, they rushed you to their doctor.

Who happened to be Law, that fact still surprised you, every time you saw him with that huge sword, his inked hands and arms, his smug smirk and his stupid bright sweatshirts you think to yourself ‘how the fuck did he get a medical degree’ regardless of his appearance he’d saved you. He’d sat by your bedside the entire time you were sick.

You owed him your life, you resented the fact, the obligation it imposed on you. But you weren’t ungrateful to what he had done. You weren’t prepared to die for the pirate, but you could at least show him a shred of respect on his own ship.

Having lightened up and calmed down you soon found that other members of the crew started to gravitate towards you, you had people who wanted to eat with you, talk about things, your lives before you joined the crew, what you hoped to achieve in the future and dumb jokes. The dumb jokes and embarrassing stories seemed to be endless.

“And then right, right Shachi fuckin’ tripped over the puke bucket and fell into the shitter! He got his foot stuck!” Penguin laughed dodging an annoyed Shachi’s fist. “Shut up! You tell everyone that story!” Shachi hissed at his friend, grabbing his beer with a huff.

“That’s because it’s funny” Penguin grinned, others around you laughing at the ginger’s misfortunes. “Were you at least drunk?” You asked Shachi as you helped yourself to another tankard of beer. It had been ages since you’d had a drink, you’d become somewhat a light weight.

“He wasn’t!” Penguin answered for him. “Look, we all mess up” Shachi rolled his eyes though no one could see, his hat covered most of his face. You didn’t think before you acted, reaching over and taking the hat from his head. “What is it with you guys and your captain? Is the dumb headwear club?” you mumbled dropping onto your own head.

“It suits you” Penguin snickered watching his friend try snatch it back off you, you ducked and wriggled to avoid him. “I think so too, you have such a pretty hair colour Shachi, shouldn’t hide it under a stupid hat” Shachi paused in his attempt to snatch his hat back, cheeks tinging pink, mumbling under his breath.

- Hours went on, drinks flowed, and your balance had decided to leave you. Barely able to bring your mug to your face to drink more as you laughed loudly at another joke Penguin made, Shachi once again protesting it half-heartedly.

“I think we should call it a night, captain says we’ll be surfacing tomorrow an’ we should get something that half way resembles sleep..” Penguin sighed, stretching his arms out watching as you and Shachi got up from the benches.

You lurched forward a little unsure of your feet, mind a little hazy as you nodded, thankful that Law hadn’t given you any duties when it came to the ship breaking the surface of the sea. Just had you on clean up duty most the time, as boring as that got you were thankful for lack of real responsibility.

“Need a hand?” Shachi asked and you shook your head, putting the palm of your hand drunkenly against his face. “I think that’s a yes” He chuckled and gently wrapped an arm around your waist to steer you towards your room.

A flash back of this exact moment crept from the back of your mind, you remember thinking the man was kind, he’d offered to help you when you’d first met too. He stumbled over the metal door frame and struggled to keep you both steady. “Oh, because your any better than me?” You laughed, almost falling back, taking him with you.

“Look, I never claimed I was any less drunk, but I have a better centre of gravity” Shachi mumbled trying to set you both straight once more to continue your journey towards your room. “Such a gentlemen” You mumbled, failing to see the man’s face brighten at the offhanded compliment.

Stumbling down the hall together, using the sides of the hallway to help guide you both towards your destination you heard footsteps. Both of you found your lack of ability to walk like normal human beings hilarious. Law, who was walking your way, however didn’t.

“Shachi-ya?” He frowned as he realised who he was trying to carry. He clicked his tongue and stared down his nose at the pair of you, you tried to give him your best glare back. “You’ve both been drinking” It was a rhetorical question, even in your drunken stupor you knew that.

“Yeah….” What did he even mean by that? It was obvious, maybe he wasn’t as smart as everyone assumed.

“Do you really think being alone together while under the influence is such a good idea? I recall that’s how we got into this mess” He gestured at you both, a shake of his head. How dare he continue to judge you for that mistake. You thought things had progressed enough that your captain wouldn’t hold it against you. Apparently, he was still the pretentious prick you’d met in the same hallway all those weeks ago.

“Come on Captain, it’s really not like that…” Shachi protested but yelped when you grabbed the collar of his uniform. “No, it’s exactlylike that Shachi, come on”

If Law was going to carry on judging you for making a mistake, being human, then you’d rather him judge you for your deliberately bad decision. Shachi looked between you and Law, the heated glares you both exchanged before he was tugged by his collar once more.

You were pissed off, rage rolling over you in waves, the nasty look on the tall mans face as he just stood there acting like he was above mistakes, transcended emotions and could judge everyone he deemed lesser then himself. Fucking prick, your first impressions of him were correct.

The worst generation got that name for a reason.

Shutting your door and turning your attention to Shachi who stood there awkwardly, inching the back of his neck, he was about to speak when you pressed yourself against him, lips meeting his. The man was weak, he’d developed a crush on you, lingering attraction from your one night together that had blossomed into something else. Seeds grown in the recent days of your kindness and acceptance with your new life and place within the crew.

“Are you sure? Or you just really pissed at the captain?” He asked when you parted briefly. “Can it be both?” He thought about your answer and shrugged his shoulders.

You began clumsily undressing one another, when you were both naked you blinked, you couldn’t remember much of your first time with Shachi, didn’t remember the number of tattoos on his arms, you felt yourself reaching out, tracing the designs with gentle fingertips. All the reasons you’d said yes to his proposal all that time ago started to come back.

He shivered at your gentle touch, his arms wrapping around you, bringing you closer against him, bare skin touching, he kissed down your neck, nipping at that one spot that made you whine, arching into his touch, he started to remember the places that had gotten favourable reactions from you before.

The heart pirate was pleased he remembered them right because you melted at his touch. He nibbled at the skin on your shoulder, reaching higher until you could feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear “I can’t say I’ve not thought about a round two before now” He sighed, his calloused hands running up your sides.

You said nothing, only offered a weak smile, pulling away from him enough to make eye contact, hands brushing back his hair and giving a lop-sided smile. The anger you felt from Law had spurred this decision, was there such thing as hate fucking someone indirectly? You didn’t want that to be the entire reason for what you were about to do, Shachi didn’t deserve that but with how his body was reacting to the situation you had to wounder if right now he cared about the reason you’d come together again.

Sinking to your knees you placed hands on either side of his thighs, he had a slight wobble in his stance, a hand coming down to pet your hair softly before you took his erect member into your mouth. He gasped, sighed, gripping your hair to keep him grounded. “Oh fuck is this a bad idea…”

[pastelsandpining]

✨ Hey ✨ Can I order a . . . 5, 27, and 33? 👀 With a Zelink as the main course? (TP) <3

this is not my best work and it's incredibly over due but!!

Solace

words: 1526

warnings: as always read with caution; mentions of grief, homesickness

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The Princess of Hyrule was regal and elegant, and everything that any other aspiring queen could only hope to be. Refined, proper, just, and wise beyond her years, and yet, he could see the silent struggle she carried. He did not pretend to know her; he was nothing but a farmhand who’d been given the sword of destiny and knew nothing about running a kingdom, pulling it from ruin, balancing personal trauma atop the trauma of thousands, repairing diplomatic relationships and boundaries, or governing a people that stretched from icy mountains to scalding deserts. The inability to belong in Ordon, to fit in with those who loved him enough to mourn him instead of adapt to who he’d become, did not mean he could insert himself into the life of castles and crowns.

And still, Link found himself keeping an eye on her. The first time he noticed her grabbing her wrist was during a meeting with the general in the early days of his recruitment. He’d pray for forgiveness every night for how he looked at her, studying her as if she could give him whatever it was that he was looking for, and he chastised himself for the needless concern. She was royalty, a goddess reincarnate. She probably had hundreds of people waiting on her constantly, attending to her every need and taking notice of every little sign of distress or trouble. He said nothing to anyone about it, but he still found it odd she’d done it multiple times in what was only a half-hour time frame.

The next time he was close enough to see her repeat the action, a fair amount of time had passed. Princess Zelda had warned him that, should he accept her invitation to join the knights of the castle and teach them what he knew, he would have to undergo months of training before he was deemed of high enough rank to offer any sort of knowledge that could be considered useful. The training was intensive, but it was easy compared to holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It was during the knighting ceremony, when he was watching her instead of listening to the speech of the general, when he saw her grab her wrist. No, not her entire wrist. Two fingers were pressed to one small, specific area—her pulse point. She was checking her pulse.

Such an innocent action made him feel dirty, as if it was something he shouldn’t have noticed. Maybe if he was anyone else, he wouldn’t. But Link had grown very observant of people and their actions within the last few years. If only he knew what it meant, but he didn’t.

For all of the courage he possessed, it took a little bit of liquid luck to get him to ask. She’d cordially invited him to a small celebration (why specifically for him, he would never know) that same night, and maybe both of them were drinking for some sort of anesthetic relief.

“It reminds me that I’m alive,” she answered, lifting her fingers to the pulse point in her wrist again, “at times my body no longer feels like myself, or when I remember what it looked like, limp and lifeless.”

“Is it comforting?” he asked curiously.

“I don’t know.”

A beat of awkward silence hovered in the air between them. Then, Zelda held her wrist out towards him. An invitation, maybe--or at least, that’s what he took it as, cupping her hand in one of his own to support it while the other settled two of its fingers against the artery in her wrist. The beat was steady and strong. The feeling was visceral, and he didn’t know why. What was it about the steady beat of blood traveling to and from the heart that set him off, had him thinking about her, and of Midna, and of Ilia, and of home? All things he’d lost to the twisted strings of fate, left only with a princess he wanted so desperately to but couldn’t reach. That was the cost no one ever spoke of, and he knew she felt it too. Maybe it was his offer of help, or maybe it was the one selfish thing he’d done since he left Ordon, but he lifted her hand just high enough to brush his lips against her pulse.

Link did not see the princess again for another month. He was whisked away to some outpost to keep a careful eye on the activity of a bokoblin pack, something boring that left him feeling limp and drained and longing for any sort of companionship. Sure, he got along well enough with other knights, particularly those he’d been training with, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t like the relationship he’d had with Ilia, or the closeness he had with Midna, or whatever he craved from Zelda.

When he did return, a too many, thirty-something days later, he wasn’t sure what he expected. He didn’t think he was fit for anything with the princess, but here she was, a mere few hours after his arrival, at the brink of tears as she asked, in a voice too small to fit the big role she filled, to speak with him.

Maybe the lack of company had gotten to her, too. He didn’t pretend to know her enough to make the assumption.

The garden was the most secluded place outside of her bedroom and as soon as she deemed they were far enough, she broke into a fit of sobs. Link had never seen the composed princess fall apart before. He couldn’t even ask what was wrong. All he could do was watch her in surprise, wracking his brain for what he was supposed to do when his superior in every way of existence cried.

Without a word, she held up a reflective shard that took no time to recognize as he took it from her hands. The weight shifted immediately, making him feel homesick for something he no longer had.

“Why do you have this?” he asked softly, fighting to look at Zelda instead of the Mirror of Twilight piece that he wasn’t sure he could trust his reflection with.

“It reminds me of… a dear friend,” she replied in the breaks between her gasps for breath. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have it. I should’ve given it to you sooner.”

She looked so...guilty over something. He didn’t understand where it was coming from, or why she was so sorry over something so trivial.

“It’s yours,” he argued. “Why give it to me?”

“You were close to her in a way I never could be.”

Link frowned, lowering the shard in favor of looking at her. She looked a mess. How long had she given herself to the effects of the mirror?

“That’s ridiculous,” he whispered as he placed the shard down on a bench, as far away from her as it could possibly get at that moment. “She loved you.”

“Why do we talk about her like she’s dead?”

Hylia above, he was so useless. He reached for her, circling his hand around hers, and searched for her pulse point. It seemed to ground her enough to where she could breathe again. When the gasps finally stopped, he pulled her towards him and wrapped her in a hug. It was all he could do as he whispered back, “It’s easier to let go that way.”

And just like that, the people of Ordon made sense to him. Just like that, Zelda dug her fingers into the back of his shirt and held him a little tighter. Just like that, whatever barrier was holding him back from pursuing a friendship, from being selfish just a little bit more, was broken.

Months of conversations between meals, or on night walks, brought them closer than he ever thought he’d get to be. Maybe, finally, Link was starting to heal from all he’d faced. Maybe she was starting too, as well. The dark circles were fading and she was gaining some well needed weight. She looked healthier, smiled easier, and he knew her well enough to make that assumption.

The turning point was the night of her coronation. Zelda felt well enough to pursue her crown, and they celebrated on their own after the grand ceremony, sipping wine and twirling each other about in her bedroom.

She was laughing. Her smile was beautiful and he couldn’t help grinning right back. Link hadn’t felt this warm, this complete in a long time. Maybe she felt it too, because she tugged him closer by the hands and covered his smile with her lips.

This was what he was looking for, he was sure. A sense of belonging, and never had he expected to find it with the queen of Hyrule, who was so far out of his league. She’d never hear it of course, which would lead to many playful arguments in the future, but for now, he was happy to kiss her, feel her pulse, and hug her close enough to restore the warmth he lost when he had to be away.

[lenathogwarts]

I’ll see you tomorrow (Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Summary: You work as Ransom’s cleaner and have to deal with the outcome of one of his bad days. 

A/N: I had quite the week and got inspired by all the shit that went down these last few days - this is the result! 😂 Enjoy! ♥ (if you have any specific story requests or want to be tagged in future fics, just send me a message 😊 Likes and Reblogs are appreciated! ♥) 

Warnings: language, description of injuries and blood and Ransom being in a mood - a little bit of angst (maybe?) but it’s intended to be fluffy :) 

Word Count: 1526

Ransom Drysdale had hired you as his cleaner almost half a year ago. While it was not the most glamorous job, the generous hourly wage helped in paying your tuition fees and keeping your family afloat. Even Ransom himself had grown on you. Maybe a little too much than you would have liked to admit. 

Even though the two of you got along most of the time, he still had these days on which he hated everything and everyone. You included. On such days he had the tendency to turn mean and outright hurtful, trying to provoke everyone around him into playing his stupid little games for dominance. 

Today was such a day. You had felt the strange atmosphere the moment you had let yourself in through the back door into the kitchen. So, you fell into the routine you had developed early on: staying out of Ransom's sight and being as quiet as possible, while you made your way around the house. If you were lucky, he wouldn’t even notice you were here. However, Ransom wasn’t the only one, who had a bad day today. This morning you had awoken with terrible back pain and only a cocktail of various painkillers and the impending threat of missing a daily wage kept you on your feet. 

As quietly as possible you cleaned the rooms downstairs before tiptoeing past the closed doors to Ransom's study. You were pretty sure that he had locked himself in there, as with his worst days oftentimes came a burst of creativity. Maybe he would finally be able to finish the novel he had been working on these last several months. 

As you made your way up the stairs, the stabbing pain in your back became more noticeable once again. The painkillers were probably starting to wear off. Trying to ignore the pain, you tried to focus on the task at hand. You checked the guestrooms, but they were still untouched, so the only rooms left to clean were Ransom's bed- and bathroom. Maybe you could be finished in half an hour and finally go home. Your hopes were shattered the moment you pushed the bedroom door open. 

“Holy Shit”, you muttered underneath your breath, stepping into the room. 

You didn’t know where to start: the shards of broken glass on the floor, the ripped bedsheets and pillowcases or the innumerable feathers that once had been cushion filling and now covered every single surface in the room. Obviously, you had underestimated Ransom’s mood. Today was not just a bad day, but he was in destruction mode. 

Okay, first things first. 

There was no way, that you could get anything done if there was shattered glass everywhere. So, you started picking up the pieces, dropping them into the cleaning bucket, steadily working your way further into the room. Every time you bent down and straightened yourself up again, the pain in your back got worse. Cringing, you went on to pick up the last few shards. However, as you bent down again, something else caught your eye. Carefully, you knelt down on the floor, stretching your arm and pulled the item from underneath Ransom’s bed. 

Whatever kind of lingerie it originally had been, there wasn’t much left of it. Clearly, Ransom hadn’t been alone last night. And for a reason, you were not quite ready to acknowledge yet, it made your heartache. You threw the lingerie into the cleaning bucket – a little too forceful, as you came to notice the next second as you pulled your hand back, blood covering the inside of your palm. 

“Fuck!”, you cursed, pushing yourself to your feet and hurrying into the bathroom. Just as you reached for the sink, you slipped on a discarded piece of clothing, hitting your back on the bathtub as you crashed to the floor. For a moment you couldn’t see anything as you gasped for air. For a couple of seconds, you just sat there, trying to not let the pain overwhelm you. 

Then you tried to get up. But the moment you even made a slight movement fire seemed to erupt all the way down your spine. Clumsily you reached for the piece of clothing that had caused this whole situation in the first place and wrapped it around your bleeding hand. This way, you wouldn’t have to clean up your own blood additionally to Ransom’s entire mess afterwards. 

Tears started welling in your eyes – you weren’t quite sure if they were purely caused by pain or if your growing frustration played a part of it as well. You felt completely helpless – and it made you furious. And even though you hated the thought, there was no way in hell, that you could get out of this alone. So, the realisation of what you had to do slowly started to settle in. 

You swallowed all your pride, feelings and pain and tried your best to find your poker face, before doing the only thing that could be done. 

“Ransom!”

You called his name from the top of your lungs. Hopefully, he was still in his study and wasn’t listening to music while he was writing. Otherwise, you could be sitting here for hours. 

A minute passed by, but – no response. You shouted his name once again.  

After the third time, you could hear a door being slammed shut, followed by loud steps on the staircase. He was pissed – but Ransom’s mood wasn’t your priority right now. You braced yourself for what was to come. 

“In the bathroom”, you shouted and a moment later Ransom appeared in the doorframe, towering over you like the God of Rage. 

“What?!” Ransom snarled, looking down at you, a storm brewing in his eyes and you swallowed hard. Even though you were sure that there had been no other possibility of getting up on your own, his intimidating appearance made you doubt yourself. Maybe you should have tried harder. Not able to withhold his cold gaze, your eyes flickered to the side. 

“I can’t get up”, you whispered, embarrassed and unsure of yourself. 

“You look perfectly fine to me.”

“I fell and – I – my back, my hand”, you began to stammer, stumbling over your own words, hating how stupid it sounded even to your own ears. 

Why was Ransom the only one who could make you feel insecure about the littlest things? It wasn’t as if you were bothering him unnecessarily. You sat bleeding on his bathroom floor in which he did God knows what, with God knows whom. It was all his fault, not yours. 

You took a quick look at him, testing the waters. He would help you, wouldn’t he?  Yes, he was in a mood, but even Ransom couldn’t-

“I really have to do everything around here.”

With these words, he made his way over to you and he crouched down in front of you, bringing his face unexpectedly close to your own. 

“On three, okay?”

“Okay”, you whispered, bracing yourself. 

“One.” 

Ransom started counting, putting one of his arms around your back and the other underneath your legs. 

“Two.” You could feel how he strengthened his grip. 

“Three.” 

He lifted you with ease, holding you close against him as he carried you out of his chaotic rooms bridal style. 

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. 

“Do you think you can stand?”, Ransom asked, as he reached the hallway, ending the moment even sooner than it began. You quickly nodded, feeling your cheeks starting to burn. 

Careful, as if trying not to hurt you further, he set you down.

As soon as you were standing, the pain was back again, and you couldn’t help but grimace. 

“Shit, sorry”, he said, holding out his hands in case you needed help. 

“No, it’s okay”, you replied, taking a few steps, hoping you could walk the pain off a bit. However, after a few seconds, you had to realise that this was probably not going to work. 

Ransom stood there, his expression unreadable, but never taking his eyes off you. After a moment of silence, he asked: “Do you need a doctor?”

“No!”, you replied far too quickly. The thought of the medicals made you force yourself to stand up a little straighter. You attempted to give him a reassuring smile while hiding the true extent of pain in your eyes. “I’m totally fine!”

“Yeah. Sure, seems like it.”

“All I need is a heating blanket and maybe a bandage for this thing”, you raised your insured end, his shirt still tightly wrapped around the wound. And maybe an entire pack of painkillers, you added silently in your mind.  

Ransoms brows furrowed. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off you and deep down you had the feeling that he could tell that you were lying.

“You should go home, (Y/N).” 

Under normal circumstances, you would have refused, but today had not been normal. 

“What about the remaining mess?”

“I have three other bedrooms. I’ll find a place to sleep.”

“Are you sure?”, you asked again, just in case.

“Go. Home!”, he urged, coming closer until he towered over you. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[g0ldengubler]

chapter 4~a night of lust

(* i do not own this gif*)

A/N: i just want to say thank you guys so much for reading. i know i’m new on here so i don’t think i could call myself a “online writer” or “online author” or “fan fic writer” or whatever the title is (i’m not good with words as you can clearly tell and i’m pretty much a grandma when it comes to this world lol), but the love and feedback you guys give really does keep me motivated to continue writing and to write the best chapters i can for you. if anyone has requests for hc’s, blurbs, etc. pls request them! would love something to keep me busy and off tiktok lol. ok anyways, enjoy the smut :)

Category: smut

CW: fingering, oral (f revieving), rough sex, d/s dynamic

Word Count: 1526

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After walking for what felt like forever, you finally made it to Spencer's apartment. Getting there felt like hell, as you couldn't help but fill your head with thoughts. What would he do? Would he just copy from that night and go slow (because god only knew where this was going)...or would he do more? You were up for anything at this point. He made you intensely feel some type that you couldn't get out of your daydreams. You hated doing that, but you couldn't help it.

It was silent all the way to the front door of his building. You couldn't help to wonder if he stuck in his daydreams as well, but then quickly ignored it, trying to get yourself back to some kind of reality. After opening the door, letting you enter first, he grabs your hand and takes you up the stairs to his apartment. Once he closes the door behind you, you didn't even have a chance to soak up everything around you before he pushes you against the wall next to the door.

He put his lips onto yours, not being as gentle as he was before. You kissed him back as he snuck his tongue in, exploring your mouth. You could tell how hungry he was for this, as if he either hadn't had any in a long time or he'd never done this before. You knew right away it was the first option as his hands roamed your body, feeling ever curve, every crevice. You could feel yourself drip as he was doing this, completely turned on by his touch.

Spencer moves his hands under your thighs, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waste. Without breaking the kiss, he carries you into his room and sets you on his bed. He gets on top you and continues to roam. He rushed to take your pants off, then stopped for a moment, breaking the kiss. "Are you sure?" He asked. You nod your head. "Also, yes I'm clean and yes I'm on the pill."

"Good." He said darkly.

He kisses you again. You bit your lip as he moves from your lips to your neck, trying not to be a bother to his neighbors. But once his hands start to move slowly down to your core, gently rubbing you through the cotton, you couldn't help but let out a whimper, breaking the barrier that was your teeth on your bottom lip.

"I haven't even done much, and I can already feel how wet you are." He said.

You were completely soaked already. You wanted him. You needed more of his touch. "Please, Spence," you whimper, "Please, don't stop."

All he gave was a smirk as his lips reattached to your neck, sucking and biting on it as he continues to rub you. He then breaks away, admiring what he left behind.

You were shocked as Spencer took off his belt and tied your wrists with it. "I don't want you to make any movement, got it angel?"

You nod your head again.

"Speak." He says in a raspy tone as you felt his fingers enter you, pumping slowly.

"Yes." You said, breathless.

"Use your words."

You froze. You never thought in a million years that Spencer would be so dominate. "Don't be a bad girl, not right now." He finally said.

"What would you do to me if I was?" You ask sarcastically. Ok good, keep the foreplay going, you thought, You're doing good, Y/N, keep it up.

"So now you're gonna be a brat, huh?" As he said that, he removed his fingers.

"No no I won't be a brat, I promise just please don't stop!"

"Ok, Angel. But only because you begging was so hot. Now, do you understand? Don't. Move."

"Yes sir."

With that, he dives into your core. You felt his tongue inside you and you couldn't help but squirm and moan. He puts hand on your stomach, pushing you down to the bed. "Already disobeying orders I see?" He stops what he was doing.

"I'm sorry, sir I won't do it again!"

He chuckles in a low tone. "You're so eager for me. God, you're literally perfect."

He continues to eat you out. You don't move, but your moans filled the room. When he moves to your clit and adds two of his long fingers inside you, you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax.

"I'm so close FUCK!"

"You wanna cum for me, angel? Do you?"

"Yes yes pleeaassee sir let me cum!"

"Cum for me. Cum so hard for me."

As he removes his fingers to your clit and replaces his mouth inside you, you could feel yourself about to release, like you were at the top of a hill on a rollercoaster. You almost screamed as you came. He removed his hand from your stomach, letting you feel total pleasure.

He comes back up and as you come down, you noticed that it was shiny around his mouth as he began to lick his lips. "Holy shit, you taste amazing." He says. You couldn't even speak back as he quickly removes his pants. Before he pulled his boxers down,  you noticed the tent peaking through. When he pulled those down, letting his cock hit free, you could feel yourself soaking his sheets all over again. Before any thought you had, he positions himself, teasing you with the tip. You whined and whimpered, begging for more.

He finally pushes inside you, gasping at how he was stretching you. He slowly thrusts at first, letting you get used to his size. He was pretty big, which was another thing you didn't aspect. This man just loves to surprise you, doesn't he?

"Faster..." you moan, "...harder!"

"Oh, someone wants me to pound them, hm?" He asks, "Well then I'll provide."

He starts to go faster and harder, pounding you endlessly. You could feel yourself close again and without asking, you cum on his cock. Spencer doesn't stop to let you ride it out, he kept going and going. "Fuck, I don't even care that you came without permission, you're so tight around my cock, I can't stop."

"I need your cum, sir!" You moan.

Spencer giggles under his breath. "You want me to cum inside you, angel? You want me to fill you up?"

"Yes sir! Please, I want to feel you so deep inside me!"

Without a second thought, he goes faster and harder. You could feel his cock twitch, knowing that he was close.

"Fuck Y/N I'm gonna cum...oh fUCK I'm gonna cum!" He growls.  And with that, you could feel his warmth inside you as he moans and growls. You let out a scream. You haven't felt this good in so long.

He collapses onto you when he finished, out of breath. He gently kisses your neck, feeling his breath on the back. After a second, he moves next to you, looking up at the ceiling. He then jumps up and runs to the bathroom, coming back with toilet paper.

"I almost forgot to clean you up." He chuckles.

You let out a little giggle as he wipes away what was left. "You surprised me, Spence."

"I can understand that," he says, "I know I look like I haven't been with someone before, let alone slept with someone, but I like to keep that private from my friends. We know so much about each other and while I love that we're like a family, it's like I don't have anything for myself anymore, yenno?"

"In a way I do," you began as he got up to throw the toilet paper away and moves back next to you on his bed, "I mean, I never really had many friends. I always focused on what I loved and wanted to do. But my dad and I are really close. I tell him almost everything, but I keep some to myself. Like the times I smoked, for example."

He pulls you into his chest. You could hear his heart beat as you drifted your hand across his body and his play with your hair. "Well, I would like to be your friend, Y/N. A friend to do "fun" things with."

You both laugh a little. Spencer grabs for his pen and you do the same. You both took a few more hits before you move potions so you were spooning and started drifting off to sleep.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He whispers behind you, placing a kiss on top of your head as he moved his arm across your waist.

"Goodnight, Spence."