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slaymitchabernathy · 9 months ago

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Pretty

“Pretty,” he says as he pulls the bow out from her hair.

He likes the way her soft blonde hair falls back into her face. The ribbon is soft too. He’s only touched the ribbon so far.

Coriolanus sets the bowl of berries down on the mahogany table and Soarynn looks up at him, offering him an awkward smile, “It’s just an old ribbon,” she tells him. Her cheeks are pink.

She’s embarrassed.

He finds that strangely adorable. That’s a good way to describe Soarynn. Strange and adorable. Not in a bad way though. She’s just so quiet. He thought she might never speak.

They had literature class together. A rather boring class in his opinion but it was his last year at the Academy so his spirits didn’t allow a boring class to get them down. And it was right before lunch. Even better. He needed that motivation, something to look forward to.

Then she sat in front of him.

He had a new motivator it seemed.

Coriolanus preferred to sit in the back of his classes. It let him goof off a little more, let his guard down while he joked with Festus Creed and Felix Ravenstill.

Then her vanilla scent wafted over him like an intoxicating cloud.

He’d never been more focused in his life. Never been more dedicated to a class before. Never answered so many questions. Asked so many questions. Hell, he even tried to answer other student's questions.

Anything for her to notice him. To turn around and look him in the eye. But she never did.

After the first day of class she always arrived before he did, sat down before he did. She never looked up at him as he passed by her desk to get to his own seat. Her nose was always buried in some book.

Coriolanus refused to let her slip away. Granted he had the whole school year to get her attention but he was impatient. He wanted her attention now.

But how did you get someone’s attention when they couldn’t even look in your general direction?

He left his books behind.

He left his books behind because the professor has asked for a volunteer to stay behind and help clean up the classroom for a month since they’d be busy with meetings.

It was the first time he’d ever seen her raise her hand voluntarily, draw any attention to herself.

Not that anyone paid her any mind. Being the second to last row allowed you to be damn near invisible and the professor simply nodded in her direction before continuing with class.

But Coriolanus knew this was a golden opportunity and he took it. He waited a good ten minutes before excusing himself from the lunch room.

“Forgot my books!” He’d said to his friends. Because he was just so forgetful. Silly him.

He’d been prepared to play on the Snow charm he was so well known for, to swoon her over and ask her to come over.

He hadn’t expected her to be singing. For her to be good at singing. Lots of people sang. His mother sang but that didn’t mean she was any good at it.

Soarynn was very good at it.

What she wasn’t good at was making conversation.

“I’m just here for my books,” he’d explained, shooting her a smile while making his way to his desk.

Soarynn had stood at the front of the classroom, petrified while watching him.

“Okay,” she had whispered.

Coriolanus finally let himself get a good look at her standing up. She was shorter than him but that was a given. Everyone was shorter than him. She was tan, and she was very, very pretty.

She had blue-gray eyes and platinum blonde hair. She could be a model. If only she could overcome her obvious lack of social skills. How did someone live in the Capitol and not know how to make small talk?

But Coriolanus quickly learned how she went this long without carrying on conversations. He used his father’s high-ranking government job to do a quick bit of research on his pretty classmate and found a good chunk of information.

Maybe it was intrusive of him to do so, but he certainly wasn’t going to get anything out of her anytime soon. He used his resources.

Soarynn Nightingale was the sole daughter of Glen Nightingale. A widowed man. A rich man. A quiet man. Little was to be found about the man’s private life. He never remarried after the death of his wife. Her death happened to fall on the same day as Soarynn’s birthday. How tragic, Coriolanus thought.

Glen invested in District Two before the war and it paid off well after the war. They lived in a beautiful townhouse a block away from the Corso.

They had no hired help, no family friends, and no living relatives.

Introverts to the extreme Coriolanus had decided.

Maybe Glen was alright with that but Coriolanus wasn’t. Soarynn seemed sweet, she deserved to have a social life. Preferably by his side but a social life nonetheless.

So he began his grand plan.

He started asking little questions here and there. Only to her though. Not personal, no, they were strictly education-based.

He knew he had his friends right beside him and that they could easily be of assistance but he didn’t let that stop him from gently tapping her shoulder.

��Could you help me with this question?” He’d asked her, enjoying the way she turned around, wide-eyed.

He knew she’d finished with the assignment twenty minutes ago so she had lots of time to help him out. Soarynn nodded before turning to grab her sheet of paper and handing it to him.

He had frowned.

If he wanted to cheat and get the answers the easy way then he could’ve gone and asked someone like Io Jasper. But he didn’t. He asked Soarynn.

“I don’t want to copy your paper,” he’d said, holding his hands up in surrender, “just your assistance.”

That’s how they’ve ended up here. In his house. In his library.

It was strictly a study date.

Well, a study session. Coriolanus had tacked on the word ‘date’ about twenty minutes ago when she’d arrived to his house. His apartment. His penthouse.

He thought they might get into some small talk, maybe gossip a bit about their classmates or professors. But Soarynn got right to work.

Coriolanus had asked her to be his partner for the project their professor had given them. You know, since she’d been so helpful to him as of late.

Soarynn had blushed and nodded, fumbling to pull a sheet of paper out from her satchel. She wrote something down before slipping it onto his desk.

Soarynn Nightingale. XXX-XXX-XXXX

Her phone number.

“You can call if you have any questions,” she’d mumbled before packing up her things, “my father’s usually at work so don’t worry about him answering.”

Coriolanus wasn’t too worried about a phone call conversation with Glen Nightingale. They’d be having dinner together soon, he was sure of it. Soarynn would introduce him as her boyfriend and Glen would be so impressed that his quiet, timid little daughter managed to snag a Snow.

Their single phone call had been lacking in his opinion. He’d waited an hour after he got home to call her up and schedule a time for them to meet.

“Hello?”

“Soarynn? It’s Coriolanus. I was calling to see if you wanted to come over to work on our project.”

The line had gone silent, so quiet he was worried their call might have disconnected.

“Oh. Um, I don’t know about coming over. I don’t have a car.”

Coriolanus didn’t miss a beat.

“I can have my driver pick you up. Or you could ride home with me after school.”

More quiet.

“Okay. I’ll give you my address to give to your driver.”

“Perfect. How’s your day been so far?”

“I think my father just got home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It hadn’t been much but Coriolanus knew they could work on the length of their conversations now that she was in his library. Right in front of him.

She was so pretty.

She had a lot of freckles. They made her eyes pop even more. And the way she nibbled on her pencil eraser drove him mad. He wanted to taste her lips, her soft, pink lips.

“It’s still a nice ribbon,” he insists, taking his seat next to her again.

Her eyes had gone so wide when he chose to sit next to her rather than across from her. Maybe it was a bit too forward but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be near her, to have nothing separating the two of them. Separating him and the scent of vanilla.

Soarynn eyes the bowl of berries he’d brought. It was a wide variety in the bowl. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries. “Help yourself,” he says, nodding towards the bowl.

He’s brought it as some sort of peace offering. To show he meant no harm. And after twenty suffocating minutes of silence, he has gone to the kitchen to clear his mind, change up his game plan to win her over.

His father had only spared the two of them a glance when they walked past his study. He was all too familiar with his son bringing home different girls after school. But Soarynn was different.

He’d just have to wait and see.

Soarynn reaches into the bowl, picks out a single strawberry, and wraps her lips around it. She closes her eyes while doing it and Coriolanus can’t help but wonder what those lips look like wrapped around other things.

She’s a virgin. She has to be a virgin.

“So what are your hobbies?” He asks, hoping to learn more about the pretty girl next to him. Well, learn from her, not from some file about her family lineage. That had only got him so far.

Soarynn swallows and her eyes pop open, curious and hesitant at the same time. Not that he can blame her. It’s a bit strange for a popular boy like him to take an interest in a quiet girl like her. She’ll get used to it though.

“Um, I don’t really have any hobbies,” she whispers, brushing her blonde hair behind her ears.

She does that a lot he noticed. She does it whenever she gets nervous. Usually, it’s when the professor calls roll and she has to raise her hand. It’s the only time she ever speaks in that class.

Her soft, “Here.” It’s become the highlight of his day.

He chuckles softly, taking a few blueberries and popping them into his own mouth, “Well I heard you singing a while ago. Do you like to sing, or take lessons?”

Soarynn shrugs, “My father offered for me to take lessons but I was too nervous. I just sing to myself. And my cat sometimes.”

Coriolanus perks up at the mention of her cat.

Pets aren’t mentioned on the Capitol’s registry for all of its citizens. Now he knows that three creatures reside in the Nightingale’s townhouse.

“You have a cat?”

“Mhm. Her name is Petunia. She’s very sweet.”

Just like you, he thinks. “Maybe I could meet her one day,” he says, stretching out on his chair. Soarynn hums, “Maybe.”

That wasn’t a no. She didn’t deliberately and directly say no which means she practically said yes.

They work on their project for a little longer before all of his patience is about to dry up. Most girls would have jumped him by now, begged him to take them to his room, and fuck them into the mattress.

But not Soarynn.

She seems content in his library, her eyes scanning the pages of the books she brought, jotting down notes every now and then. Every once in a while she glances up at him. She can feel him looking at her.

She’s so pretty.

Coriolanus clears his throat, fruit, and school work long forgotten, “Why don’t we take a break?”

He’s not asking. Hopefully, she understands that.

Soarynn looks down at her wristwatch, “I guess we could take a little break,” she mumbles, closing her books.

Coriolanus stands up, offering his hand and smiling when she cautiously takes it. Her hand is so dainty, so soft and small. It fits perfectly in his.

He leads her out of the library, down the hall, and towards his bedroom. Soarynn is quiet as a mouse as he parades her through his penthouse. No one besides his father is home and he was on a business call when they passed by his study just now.

His mother is out for lunch with her friends. And the help doesn’t come until tomorrow. It’s perfect really.

“This is my room,” he states proudly, pushing the doors open to his bedroom. He drops Soarynn’s hand as he walks in, admiring his sanctuary.

He looks over his shoulder to see Soarynn taking slow steps into the room, her hands behind her back while she looks around. She’s curious. Good. He's curious about her too.

His room holds little to no personal details. It's almost militaristic the way he keeps his space. But it's clean, and as a boy, that counts for something. His mother is always trying to get him to add little touches, but Coriolanus insisted that the few framed photos that sat on his desk were more than enough.

That's where Soarynn goes first, to his desk. It's another large piece of mahogany furniture where most of his schoolwork gets done. There are several drawers and a desk lamp. Along with the lamp is an official portrait of the Snow family. There's also a photo of him, Festus, Clemensia, Felix, Pup, and Arachne from when they were little. Before the war.

"Do you know any of them?" He asks, taking strides towards her. Obviously, she must know who his friends are, they've all grown up together here in the Capitol. Soarynn might be strange, but she's not odd like Sejanus Plinth, a dirty District boy.

Soarynn nods, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his desk, "They talk a lot." Coriolanus doesn't stop the laugh from leaving his lips when he stops at the other end of his desk, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against the wooden surface.

"Well, I'm sure anyone talks a lot compared to you. You're so quiet, like a little mouse."

Soarynn scrunches up her face in disagreement, probably the first true emotion she's shown him, "I'm not a mouse."

But he's got her trapped like one.

He tilts his head, looking her up and down, admiring her outfit. She's wearing a red sweater with a black shirt that falls right around midthigh. Her socks are white and frilly, and her shiny black shoes have a small heel to them. Soarynn might be strange but the girl can dress.

Coriolanus thought he might wait till the second or third date but he really can't help himself. Not when she's dressed like this, acting like this, looking like this.

He could eat her right up.

He takes two steps towards her, long steps thanks to his long legs, effectively closing the distance between them. The way she stiffens up confirms his suspicions that she might be a virgin. Probably hasn't even had her first kiss yet. Lucky him.

"If you aren't a mouse then you're a little vixen," he purrs, his hand reaching up to pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look up at him. Soarynn's eyes are wide in fear and nerves. That's okay though, he'll teach her not to be so nervous around him.

He prefers the fear to linger.

"I don't...I don't know what you want with me," she whispers, her voice trembling. His poor little mouse, so scared by the big, bad cat.

She's significantly shorter than him, short enough to where he has to lean down to whisper in her ear, "I just want to take care of you, pretty girl."

Soarynn looks like she doesn't believe a word he says, but she doesn't have to right now. She just needs to listen.

"Go sit on the bed," he orders, releasing her chin. It's cute how she does what he says without asking any questions. Coriolanus hates girls like that, always questioning his authority. He much prefers to shove their faces into the mattresses after demeaning him like that. But he won't do that with Soarynn. He wants to see his pretty girl's pretty face.

He locks the doors, just in case.

He takes his time walking over to his bed. She's sitting on the edge, hands in her lap, fidgeting. he'll teach her how to stop that too. "Have you ever kissed someone before?" He asks, stopping right in front of her. It's better if she thinks she has a choice like this is her idea. That way if something goes to shit, she only has herself to blame.

Soarynn shakes her head, "No."

Coriolanus nods, doing his best not to look too smug. It's not every day you come across her type in the Capitol. Pure. Innocent. Ripe for the taking. Thank goodness he found her before some sleaze did and tried to get into her pants. "Would you like me to kiss you? Be your first kiss?"

Soarynn's breath hitches in her throat before she swallows, she looks down at her hands before looking back up at him. She nods.

Coriolanus doesn't need much more convincing. He quickly sits down on the bed next to her, wrapping one hand around her small frame while cupping her face with the other. The smell of vanilla overpowers him as he leans in, capturing her lips with his.

It's cute how still she is, how timid and shy she is even while kissing him. Coriolanus doesn't let that stop him though. He moves his lips against hers, smiling when he begins to follow his lead. She's so smart, his pretty girl, so good at following.

It's when he deepens the kiss that her hands finally leave her lap, coming to rest on his chest for support. He uses that as an opportunity to lean further into her, holding her up as he snakes his entire arm around her waist. He bites her bottom lip and she gasps, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore it. There's so much of her that he has yet to explore.

They stay like that for a moment or two, learning each other. Coriolanus finds it hard not to rip into her like a gift, finding out exactly what makes her tick, what she tastes like, what she sounds like.

His hand leaves her face and slides down to her thigh, squeezing it before slipping his hand down further. Soarynn whimpers into the kiss when his fingers grab the hem of her skirt.

Has she really done none of this before?

Coriolanus doesn't dwindle with questions as his hand fully slips under her skirt, feeling the fabric of her lace panties. He almost lets out a sigh of relief. At least she's not a total prude. Those girls are never fun. And he's willing to bet she's wearing a bra to match.

He presses her further up against his body while his hand explores under her skirt, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties, teasing her. The gasps she lets out, the sounds she makes nearly drive him mad.

He's going to get her to make all sorts of sounds for him. Sweet sounds from his pretty girl.

Coriolanus pulls away, taking a good look at her flustered face as she looks up at him, slightly out of breath and still so nervous. He can tell by the way she's shaking in his hold, how her thighs keep trying to press together. "Have you ever been touched before?" He asks, his voice low and laced with lust.

Soarynn shakes her head, letting out a shaky breath, "I... I've touched myself before," she whispers, color flooding her cheeks, "but it didn't feel good." He grins, his poor little angel hasn't felt a bit of pleasure her entire life. Luckily he found her when he did. She's going to have a hard time remembering what it feels like to not have his cock stuffed up in her perfect cunt.

His fingers graze her clit and she shudders, letting out a whine as she twitches in his hold. He watches her face carefully for any reaction as he slowly drags his fingers up and down her covered cunt, smirking at how flustered she’s getting. She tries to hide, to bury her face in his chest where he can’t see her but he’s having none of that.

A pretty girl like her needs to be seen.

“Let me see your face pretty girl,” he purrs, increasing the friction of his fingers against her clit. Soarynn gasps as she pulls her head back, her hips beginning to involuntarily rut against his hand, "I don’t…Coriolanus I don’t…” He’s quick to silence any apprehensions with another heated kiss, swallowing up her doubts. He can feel how wet she’s getting, and all for him. Coriolanus is beginning to wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.

“Won’t you let me taste you?” He asks against her lips, pulling his fingers away. Soarynn makes a sound of frustration when she loses that small amount of physical contact. It’s cute he thinks, how riled up she gets from him touching her over the thin fabric of her lace panties. Wait until she sees what else he’s going to do with her.

“I still don’t know what you want with me,” she whispers, pulling away.

Now it’s Coriolanus who’s making sounds of frustration from loss of physical contact. Why does she have to keep questioning his intentions as if they aren’t of the purest standard? Because they’re not, but that doesn’t matter, not in the grand scheme of things.

“I want to take care of you Soarynn. Be your friend. Aren’t you tired of not having any friends?”

He’s being a bit mean right now, mentioning how she has no friends. But Coriolanus needs to break her down so he can build her back up. It’s better this way. She’ll see.

Soarynn bites her lip, thinking. Deciding, debating, she’s taking a longer time than he’d like but he doesn’t rush her. Again, it’s better if she thinks this is her idea.

“I don’t think you want to be just friends with me Coriolanus.”

A guilty smile makes its way onto his face. He thought his pretty girl was too kind to say something like that, but it turns out she’s feisty when she wants to be. “I don’t,” he admits, “I really like you Soarynn. So won’t you let me make you feel good?”

She doesn’t debate much longer which is good for him because he’s about two seconds away from pinning her to the bed and taking what’s rightfully his.

“Okay,” she says, “but, be gentle, please. I’ve never done any of this stuff before.”

Coriolanus is delighted to hear those words fall from her pretty lips. So delighted that he gives her another kiss before having her lie completely down on his bed, her feet dangling off the edge.

“Let’s take all this off hmm?” He asks, making quick work of her skirt. Her sweater is next to go which confirms that she is wearing a matching lacy bra. He knows she didn’t do it on purpose, to tease him. But everything Soarynn does feels like it’s teasing him.

Testing him.

This is an exam he’d gladly fail he decided as he peels her panties off her cunt and down her legs, throwing them into some dark corner of the room.

He won’t fuck her. Not today at least. He has manners.

Once he’s settled between her soft legs he’s finally given a chance to appreciate this cunt of hers. It’s everything he expected and more. Pink, small, and it’s pulsing with excitement. He glances up to see Soarynn breathing heavily, her eyes trained on the ceiling. Maybe he should hold her hand. Walk her through all of this.

He groans when he sees how wet she is. Virgins always are. She’s so sticky, just begging for his cock and anything else he wants to put in her. “Hold my hand pretty girl,” he orders, taking her small hand in his. He knows she’s nervous, scared. But that’s alright. She’s pretty when she’s scared. Her cunt is pretty too.

Coriolanus leans down and licks a long strip up her cunt and the moan Soarynn lets out is a sweet, sweet melody. He wants to hear it again.

Coriolanus eats at her like he’s starving. She tastes so fucking good. He used his other hand to hold her open, letting him lick every inch of her cunt, hiding nothing from him. Soarynn’s moans increase the closer he gets to her clit until she’s grinding into his mouth. Her hand is squeezing his so tight he thinks she might break it.

Once he wraps his lips around her clit she’s done for. The once quiet little mouse he once knew is now loudly moaning, desperate for more pleasure, drink off of it. “Oh please,” she gasps, “please, please, please Coriolanus.”

He thinks about slipping in a finger for a moment, to really give her something to remember. But he decides against it, for now, he’ll have lots of time to bury his fingers inside of her needy cunt.

“Give it to me Soarynn,” he says, his lips moving against her needy cunt. She tastes so sweet already, so needy and desperate.

He lets go of her hand to wrap it around her waist, keeping her down since his pretty girl keeps trying to buck her hips, becoming too overwhelmed with the pleasure. Soarynn lets out a whine and he knows she’s so close.

It’s been a while since he’s had something as pure as Soarynn, so innocent and new to all these feelings. He abuses that of course. One bite to her clit has her letting out the loudest moan so far as she cums. He props himself up to watch her pretty little face all twisted in pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is hanging open in a silent scream, her once perfectly groomed hair is now all over her face.

She looks so pretty like this.

Coriolanus allows her a moment to gather her bearings. It can’t be easy, to deal with him like that. The poor girl's legs are shaking. Her breaths are ragged. He likes her best like this he thinks, completely at his mercy.

He takes one last look at her delicious cunt before grabbing her waist, pulling her up and into his chest, into his safe hold. Soarynn melts into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She fits so well with him like they’re made for each other.

Him and his pretty girl.

“You did so well,” he mumbles, placing a kiss on the top of her head. It’s best to start praising her early on in their relationship, that way she’ll crave it, his validation.

He can feel her body relaxing, resting. Now’s the perfect time.

“I’d like to meet your father,” he says, running his fingers through her soft hair. It’s a strange position they’re in. Here he is, fully clothed while Soarynn is naked, her cunt leaking onto the sheets. In a way, it’s the perfect representation of what their relationship will look like.

Soarynn lifts her head for only a moment, trying to register what he just said, “Hmm? But we aren’t…”

“Aren’t what? Together? Of course we are pretty girl,” he assures her, “I wouldn’t do this with you if we weren’t together.”

Her face is slightly scrunched in confusion but he pays it no mind. She’ll learn to listen to him, agree with him, not fight with him. She’ll learn quickly.

His pretty girl.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request bakugou reacting to male reader who likes wearing skirts beating up someone for making shitty comments(most likely mineta) like readers in a pretty ass skirt just fully wailing on someone. If you’re not comfy writing this that’s totally okay! Love your writing <3

I'm so sorry this took so long! I started reading ACOTAR and it's just consumed my life at this point haha.

Hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for the ask!

Bakugo will always advocate for you wearing whatever the fuck you want, because whatever the fuck you want, usually looks hot as hell.

You've always had a certain...swagger about you. Not full of yourself just, quietly fabulous. Even in your school uniform, you just look...good.

The blonde's shameless eyes have a habit of wandering to you whenever he gets the chance, slowly growing to love the way you style your hair, noting which accessories you favour.

In second year, you started painting your nails, and he soon clocked your favourite colours and started wishing you'd let him paint them for you.

His attention is more obvious than he thinks it is, and you're not ignorant to Katsuki's lingering eyes. You preen each time his eyes linger for longer, swaying your hips with extra swing when he walks behind you.

Still, Katsuki doesn't act any different around you. Rough around the edges as always.

Summer this year was kicking everyone's ass, training in this heat was getting ridiculous, and wearing trousers all day was downright torture.

Katsuki was busy melting into the couch, regretting the extra workout he'd tried to get through that morning. It was saturday, most people with any sense were sleeping through the worst of the heat, but heroes don't get to turn on the AC before kicking ass.

His explosive sweat glistened on his forehead and he contemplates getting up to shower.

The heat, and the previous week of exams has the dorms pretty quiet, so Mineta's obnoxious screech of laughter is far too loud to Bakugo's ears.

'Dude! You know you're wearing a skirt right?!'

Bakugo felt anger rise in his gut like a reflex, he doesn't even know who Mineta's making fun of, and he already wants to drop kick the little shit.

'Skirts are for girls, what're you-'

'Shut your face, blue balls.'

The sound of your voice has Katsuki sitting bolt upright, craning his neck to see you standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing a read and black plaid skirt and a black crop top, doc martins half unlaced on your feet.

Mineta's face is red with laughter, and Katsuki growled as he saw the menace reaching for his phone.

Laughing, making fun of you. Katsuki scowled dangerously, ready to jump to your defence just this once, because damn do you look good, he doesn't give a fuck what people say you can't wear.

Turned out, he didn't need too.

You slid one of your chunky rings off your finger while Mineta wasn't looking, and flung it, with pin-point accuracy, at the top of the tiny demons head, missing his "hair" to clock him right in the temple.

Katsuki watched your ring skid across the room, sliding into the carpet at his feet as you unleashed hell on Mineta, unknowingly drawing attention.

'Now listen here, dipstick, it's not my fault your masculinity's so delicate you feel threatened by a damned skirt and the colour pink. Go project your insecurities on someone else.'

Kirishima claimed how manly you were and soon dragged Sero and Mina into scolding the little shit while you went looking for your ring, now in Kastuki's hand.

The blonde stood as you approached, the skirt gently brushing your bare thighs, and he's suddenly a little jealous of that piece of fabric.

'Oh, thank you for picking it up.' You smiled brightly, knowing full well where his eyes have wandered as you held your hand out for the ring.

Katsuki gulped, placing the warm metal in your waiting palm, letting his fingers linger over your skin as he stepped past you, lips brushing your ear as he suddenly pressed himself dangerously close to you.

'You're welcome, hot stuff.'

You gaped, left blinking at the abyss of the empty sitting room, while Katsuki, smug, roguish Katsuki, chuckled at your back, grinning all the way to his room for a much deserved shower.

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androdetective · 10 months ago

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Don't harass anyone just block

This isn't something I wouldn't make without reason. I'm sure a lot of people must of noticed these out of place posts in the 31 minutos tag

Spinergy-69 posted in the main 31 minutos tag, except this was a post directed against a post of the person in the screenshot.

"Things that make me laugh? Having debated a thousand years ago a public post tagged "Tulio Triviño" in which I thought I was going to be able to debate at ease with another fan, fighting arguments for the mere fun of doing it, and after 437268573 days he still quotes someone who commented a list of things for which he didn't think the same. I really am unforgettable. 🚬 Don't worry, I'm all about talking things face to face, instead of sending childish indirects like this specimen, but the times l've tried to talk it out in the posts he devotes to me, he cries even louder the baby, so that's all that's left and my last reference to it, Peace"

Below it is an image of that person's post (who will be called "A") he was responding to, it reads:

"Every time I see a white humanization of Tulio (even more if he is blonde/has streaked hair like the puppet) it takes years off my life. HE LOOKS HORRIBLE LIKE THAT THEY TOOK AWAY HIS MELANIN!!!

(don't take this post so seriously I don't want whiners to come and try to "debate" like when I said that Tulio was canonically fat)"

he also wrote tags that said "#bonus points if they make Bodoque more brown than him #it seems classist to me #the rich guy has to be white and the other more brown because he doesn't have as much money"

User Spinergy drew a box around the last sentence that says, "No one, absolutely no one draws him more brown because of that"

In the second image, Spinergy again posts in the 31 minutos tag a post directed against A. A has told Spinergy many times not to interact with him, and Spinergy has continued to ignore that. It says:

"I want to cancel (person's @) for giving me the spectacular HC that Juan Carlos Bodoque would be brown for being exposed to the most extreme weather conditions, being an off-road reporter. Between the Chilean desert and the Chilean arctic he would have a tan color worth appreciating. Assuming that fans have related skin tone to monetary acquisition, is in fact, the most classist thought I have read in a long time, cancel (he calls A a snake)"

I will add that in the comments of this post, he speaks with his friend and it says this:

"I accept the cancelation, I am enemy #1 of a JC with PERFECTLY WHITE skin, how would he not have sun spots, a constant tan or noticeable burns considering he even let himself be buried under sand?

-And what a great episode it was, holy shit... Totally cinematic.

-Besides, we already have someone with milky skin and another with pure, porcelain-white skin. Let the adventurer express his savagery in his skin, let the tan be a mark of life rather than a social stigma"

I don't have to explain why that's colorist language. Attributing savagery and the wild with tan/brown skin is very bad. It's ironic he's called A discriminatory when he's fine with this.

After those two posts, A responds with this:

"I seriously have to clarify that in my previous post that when I said that it seems classist to me that Tulio is always made white and Juan Carlos brown, I don't mean that EVERY such humanization is classist in itself, but because classism mixed with racism/colorism in LATAM is something very present???

Yes, each person may have a reason for why Bodoque is brown (whether it's because of work, being born that way or just because one likes it) but I simply mentioned that because people sometimes mess up with it unintentionally. It just can't be that I said in the post not to take it so seriously, and a few hours later, I found out that they took it seriously. He then accuses me of being a classist for making a connection??? what a laugh.

I was referring to the fact that rich people always have to be made white, almost as if tulio for being a spoiled rich guy has to be white even though the same series shows that he is not, he looks like Pedro Peirano (his voice actor) who's not white. I didn't accuse the headcanon of brown bodoque as something bad nor did I say that I think it is bad in itself wtf is up with people."

A then writes in the tags "#well what do I expect from the guy that I asked to NOT INTERACT with me and he keeps on doing it to defame me"

This seems reasonable enough. Spinergy then decides to comment.

"Lalala~ we saw you. Im happy I took that screenshot,

-"Discriminatory" is when I complain about stereotypes that can seep into what you do whether in a good way or not. And what if you get yourself a job instead of being obsessed with me, fan????

-I hadn't responded to any of the indirects you left publically for me, but I'm fed up with you, all day long looking for attention, leave me alone. Pretending someone pays attention to you won't make you turn history on its head. The one with the childish and not at all brave indirects, is you, it's not my style. Just stop crying, you're too big for that.

-"all day looking for attention" man I only mentioned you in ONE post. Besides I had blocked you, SUPPOSEDLY you shouldn't be able to see my posts. Anyways, you never responding was a lie, you literally dedicated two whole posts trashing me because why not.

-If you didn't bump into me you wouldn't make posts using the show's hashtag to get my friends attention or mine. You're too old to be fighting with people my age. It'd be better if you go pay taxes or do something really productive. I've thought about blocking you and never seeing you in my life, that's why I mentioned you in a post.

-You have severe mythomania. You invent bullshit to bash anyone who disagrees with you. This wasn't my words but I was told you were a lot like "Hitler" and I agree. Wrapping it up, it's easier to catch a liar than a thief, so it will be for you, everyone has to pay for their mistakes eventually. Peace out and really block this time, I don't block. That's for pussys."

Completely immature and so unnecessarily mean for an adult to speak like this to a minor. A minor who has said many times he doesn't want him to interact with him. This is just bully behavior.

The thing that started Spinergy to harass A was this post

"Tulio should be drawn chubby more often... It bothers me a bit that whenever he's humanized, it isn't taken into account that he's canonically chubby. I'd like to see that reflected in fanart more 😔"

Things then go downhill in the comments

"He's not fat, it's just that as a television personality he's held to strict and unattainable standards, so even though he's known to be on a diet, it's hard for him to meet those standards.

-They still call him fat, dude. If he calls himself fat, then he is fat.

-Of course they're going to tell him that, tulio lives in a way that is very much dependent on his appearance, if you want to screw a tv figure, telling him like that is the most effective way to ruin his day. The camera will make you gain between 5 and 8 kilos. If your weight is normal, you still have to lose another 5 more to look thin on tv. Maybe he's fat for tv, but he's still average.

-Dude what do I care. I'm just saying it because it pisses me off that they always make him a stick 😭 Is it so hard for a little guy to say that he wants to see tulio fat or

-Hmmn, frustration over a conversation as to what we've seen canon and what we haven't? hahaha, what

-You are unbearable, "Ay Tulio can't be fat because *insert dumb reason*" Dude, what does it affect you that I see tulio fat? does it bother you that much?

-Hahaha, I didn't even get upset. It was you who started screaming about your own personal frustrations. at least my "dumb reasons" have much more logic than your zero frustration tolerance. You are fighting like I insulted your own belly, control yourself like an adult.

-"Control yourself as an adult" I'm a minor, dude, it looks like you didn't see my post that mentions it lol. Tulio is not in his 20s, it makes all the sense in the world that he is fat or has SOME belly, in the fourth season MINIMUM he starts his 40s, besides it was YOU who came with the " he's not fat because TV stars aren't" story.

-Besides, it makes me laugh at how you talk so much about the canon and make Juan Carlos a redhead or Tulio with striped hair when they are respectively blonde and black-haired. It's like... bruh

"Believe me, my love, it shows that you're a minor, haha. In any case, that's not what I said, and you know that very well. And yes, I know Tulio is in his 40s in the last season, which is not synonymous with being fat.

-I don't understand why you write in such a fucking disgusting know-it-all way but hey. A man in his 40's would be letting himself loose (getting old), and besides Tulio is not into working out, it would make sense for him to have a belly. Tulio getting screwed by being fat would look good with his character and would speak to how much, despite pretending to love himself, hates his looks and does everything to his physical appearance and does everything to change it +

-(Continued) There are episodes that mainly revolve around or focus on Tulio being seen as fat. It WOULD make sense that he would be. Now I ask: what is your reason for COMING to my post complaining "ay he's not fat" and then screaming when you started the whole thing.

-I came to say my opinion because that's what you leave public posts for, so that the rest of the fandom can give our personal opinion, and that's what I did. And when I commented normally you jumped in with "dude what do I care" a way that, according to me, contain zero respect. So check the comments back, I'm just telling you that I don't think alike, and that's why I said you have zero frustration tolerance, since you won't admit to being told "no".

-If you wanted so much respect you could have simply said "I like the way you see the subject but I think that this (insert your reasoning) is better" not come to say "ummm he is not fat because I say so" and then call me a crybaby and then treat me as less and act superior. I came with all the desire in the world to share what I believe and you had to come and say that it isn't true because it does not make sense.

-Who gets to say I think it's a good idea when it's not? It doesn't seem so to me, and that's why I came to debate in a healthy way, in any case, that you need me to say something like that denotes your insecurity in front of the subject. And no, just because you use diminutives like "ganitas", it won't change the fact that you jumped to defend yourself when no one parroted nothing."

-The way you said it it sounded more like "he's not fat because I said so" rather than "I don't believe he's fat".

-By giving arguments like the world of television, cameras, diets, the immeasurable unreal pressure on media figures, I am not saying "because I say so", on the contrary, rather it is something similar to: Look, I have these cards that could be possible clues. Try not to be so delicate when someone comes to comment on another of your posts casually.

-You know what? If you weren't so nasty I would have listened to you, treating me as lesser simply for getting mad at you, some of your arguments might be interesting, but suuure it was very difficult to tell me something to my face instead of calling me "delicate" or "frustrated", no of course not /sarc

-To your face? Haha, I'm telling you to your face that you got frustrated for no reason, that you got into a fight when I only came to debate a topic I'm passionate about, and that you have tolerance of a little girl, to your face.

-Not the misgendering 💀💀💀 You've whined at me enough, if you like the block button so much then eat it whole

-It was "No tolerance", my phone betrays me with its auto-correct. And do what you want, you reaffirm my theory that you have no tolerance"

Spinergy is acting rude and like a child. Over something as petty as a sock monkey being fat. It's one thing if he's just a rude person but it's another to act like a bully to a minor. A minor who he knows he makes uncomfortable. It's his responsibility to be the mature one and not go after a kid. It'd be so much easier to ignore A and continue living. He just wants to antagonize someone younger than him for no reason.

Here Spinergy ignores A's boundaries and argues

"Why is that? Because I told you some time ago that I thought differently? different?

-For being annoying and ignorant, and for trying to play the "intellectual," you make me seriously uncomfortable, and I don't want you here. End of.

-Bah, I only commented with my point of view because by making a public post, you are indirectly inviting others to participate, but then you started crying for nothing. If you don't want people to come and comment on a topic you put on the table, I insist, tag it, block and problem solved.

-I blocked you in fact, but for whatever reason, you can still comment. Don't act like you "came to give your opinion" far from it, you told me that Tulio being fat didn't make sense because of "TV standards" which don't apply to male newshosts, and then when I told you "what do I care" you started to bawl like I killed your family.

-Sure what do I know, I have friends who have told me how muuuch you like to bother people on other social medias, all agree that you are extremely unpleasant to deal with, clearly the one who is wrong is me not you, because you're an angel, right? /Sarc

-No, no, I love debating, it's my favorite national sport. The one who cried here is the one who, curiously, blocked me and got offended. I could talk or debate all my life. It's obvious who is itching to fight.

-In fact I wouldn't have had a problem with it being your opinion (which you just used to make yourself look better at the last minute), what was disgusting to me was the way you started to act superior out of nowhere, first telling me "to act like an adult", and when I told you I wasn't you mocked me saying "I knew you were a minor". Oh but I'm the crybaby for saying "what do I care" XD????

-But how did they recognize me? And on what other social media? Bullshit. Although the very idea of being considered as such makes me laugh hahahaha. Anyway, I don't get offended by anything, nothing at all, so if I seemed offended, it was a misunderstanding, so you can lower your weapons.

-On Facebook, I've literally been told that you used to roleplay as Bodoque and bully because one person did a Juanin voice with your little friends, besides many people saw the conversation and it made them cringe with your way of imposing yourself as if you were Jesus Christ.

P.S if you weren't offended you wouldn't have started with your bullshit comments that I'm "frustrated" ;)

-No, no, as I said, I don't get offended by anything, I insult my friends worse hahaha, it's the truth. Maybe both, you and I, interpreted that the other was frustrated wrongly. And yes I have a Juan Carlos account, it's the most popular on Facebook, but it's roleplay. I never go out of character. It is clearly a compliment to its existence. I never comment as a user there, so the mockery of which you speak was in character, laughing as Bodoque and Tulio.

-I'm still fed up with you, so please don't interact with my account anymore. I don't want you here.

-Anyway, you didn't consider possible excessive exaltation, or possible misinterpretation on your part, as if you couldn't be wrong in a debate. Many points can lead a person to argue, in your case. In mine, I only came to comment about Guaripolo, for another, blockk.

-I already told you that I had blocked you. Just that for some reason I don't know, you can still interact with my posts. That's why I told you to stop doing it."

At this point, he could've simply apologized and respected his wishes. Why be so disrespectful towards someone who hasn't done anything harmful. Not only that but he also confirmed that account A mentioned. If Spinergy is comfortable enough acting like this then I don't have high hopes for what he's done on facebook.

A wants Spinergy to not interact with him not only because of that, but also because Spinergy's account is technically 18+. He has posted nsfw art before. As an owner of an adult blog, he needs to state that it is one. Even if the blog has a little nsfw.

While he did appropriately tag that post as nsfw, he also maintagged it as 31 minutos. The 31 minutos tumblr community has a lot of minor fans, with the chance of them possibly seeing it. It wasn't put under the mature label either.

I don't have much closing words except to stop being mean, stop interacting with minors with an account you've posted nsfw to (alongside suggestive themes), and to act like an adult.

Block him and don't harass anyone here. Don't mention names of anyone involved, the main focus is Spinergy.

I'll finish off with words from A

"Spinergy should block me too if he's tired of me. Because I'm sick of feeling insecure about posting things and him seeing it"

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littlebitsalt · 1 year ago

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The Tale of Catfish

Yandere mysterious creature? × (female) reader

Summary: you fall for a mysterious creature.

drawing(the one at the top)

She had interest for non-human creatures rather than humans. Being a daughter of a adventurer's daughter, she herself loved to observe creatures from nature. Her favorite species was eleves, who even her father haven't met still. When she went out playing in the wods she would always search for elves.

Her father often told her stories about creatures he met throughout his journey. He told tales about dwarfs, fairies and other mythical creatures. He sometimes told her a old tale about so called 'demons'. How demons pry people's attention and desires, thoroughly make plans to trick humans, and try their hardest to make someone miserable. Stories about demons made her worried that she might get tricked by one of those wicked demons, but her father comforted her by saying only people with neverending thirst gets fooled.

Years passed, and the adventurer's daughter started working as a herbalist in town. She got to meet creatures she heard as tales while searching for herbs. She befriended all creatures she met and enjoyed their presence.

One day, she asked one of her goblin friends,

"Have you ever seen an elf?"

Her friend shook his head.

"I wish to meet an elf before I die. I have only seen them in books. I want to know about them so bad."

"If you're desperate, I recommend going to the deepest part of this forest when fall comes. Some elves tend to come here to appreciate the colorful scenery."

"Won't they run away if a human comes near?"

"They would, if they think of you as a threat. So I don't recommend rushing at them without any indication. You know how elves react, right?"

She nodded.

She waited patiently for the green leaves to get stained red and brown. When time came, she got ready to travel into the woods. She packed a some snacks just in case she's hungry, and a few papers to writed down any information of elves.

After walking for some time, she arrived at the center of the forest. There weren't as many trees as other areas, and sunlight came through and touched her skin. She hided herself in bushes, waiting for elves to come. She waited until the sunlight soothing her skin got weak. However, she couldn't she any elves enjoying the forest.

It was almost dark, and she decided to try again tomorrow and packed her bags.

She came again for days. She waited until the sun set, and went back home when it got dark.

One day, she packed more than snacks and papers to the forest. She had a lamp, a small tent, and dinner packed in her huge bag. After sunset, she took out her tent and placed it close to the bush she was lurking in. Then she started a fire and cooked food she prepared earlier.

"Hey."

She looked around, slightly frightened because of the sound. She quickly got back to making dinner when she found nothing around.

The smell of her food spread all around. It was sure that she was making some kind of stew. It smelled really good, like she put some of her special herbs.

She ate her food quickly and got into her tent. It was a shame not seeing her more, but she's better in her cozy sleeping bed.

Morning came quickly, and she got out of her tent with her hair bushy.

She looked around to find someone outside her tent.

"Who.. who are you?"

She asked.

I turned around, to show my face. She looked shocked.

"Are... are you an elf?"

I nodded.

"Really..? You look so.. wonderful."

She couldn't take her eyes off me. She asked if I'm the only elf around, how elves live together, what elves do in a daily basis, and if I come here regularly.

"Will you come tomorrow?"

She looked into my eyes.

"Of course. Are you going to stay today?"

She nodded.

She talked how she's always wanted to meet an elf. She was fascinated with long ears and perfect blonde hair. She talked about how it was her life long dream to see a elf and how she cherishes every kind of creatures.

"What about demons? Do you think they are a threat?"

"Um.. From the stories I've heard, they seem dangerous. But I won't be tricked by demons. I doubt demons will ever get interest in me. I've never stolen or lied just for my greed. I've never done anything that could attract a demon."

She came to visit her friend at the center of the forest when she had no work to do. She described how her life was in the village, peaceful but quiet, nothing much to do in a small town. Although she loved her friends and family, there was something whispering in her to go and adventure the world.

Her elf friend, Garrett, always listened to her attentively even though the things she say would be so typical compared to an elf like him.

Garrett rarely talked about his personal life. When she question him how he spends his time, he would often tell her how normal elves do in such situation.

She met Garrett at the forest again. She prepared some herbs and fruits for him to enjoy.

"Has anything been bothering you lately?"

Garrett asked.

"Actually.. I want to leave town for a bit. Not like escaping from reality, more like um.. traveling. I've been struggling to tell my family and friends that."

"I thought your father was a traveler."

"He was. But now he prefers his loved ones living close to him. Apparently, he's now 'done' with adventuring. And I assume that he'll never let me go alone on a trip outside of town. He'll faint if I ever ask him that."

"Then will he allow you to go if there's someone traveling with you?"

Garrett moved closer. She could feel the tip of his fingers touching her hand.

"Depends. If my dad trusts whoever's coming with me."

"What about me? I can go with you."

"Really? You'll do that?"

"Why not? I have nothing to do anyways, and traveling with you seems like a good idea."

Surprisingly, her father allowed her adventure. He wasn't curious about the man who will be with her for some time. He didn't question a thing about the person her daughter trusted.

She packed her bags and got ready for her trip. She said goodbye to her friends and told them she would be gone for a few months maybe years. She thanked her goblin friend for telling her how to meet an elf. Her friends encouraged her to travel lighthearted, and made sure she's at her best condition until the trip.

She met Garrett outside of town. His blonde hair was brown, and his sharp ears was changed into a human one.

"Can elves disguise themselves? I didn't know that at all."

She said.

Garrett explained that elves tend to disguise themselves as humans or other creatures because they do not want people hunting or staring at them.

"Have you thought of any places to go?"

Garrett asked.

She shook her head. She didn't have any exact plans ahead, she only thought of meeting new people, new culture and fascinating nature.

"Then can I lead the way? I have a place I have in mind. It's a remains of a city. I heard that there are remains of things used by elves."

She nodded. Garrett was someone to trust. She could acknowledge that he was very discreet, careful and clever even though he never bragged about it. He knew so much; from ancient cities to evolution of creatures, which is hard to learn unless you're born in a venerable family.

She followed Garrett for hours, walking through the forest and high hills. The sun was slowly setting and her legs were shaking. Garrett encouraged her to keep on walking a little longer since there was a small village nearby.

"We can sleep in an inn close by. It's close. We just have to walk for a few more minutes."

Even though Garrett's words gave her some kind of encouragement to walk more, she couldn't help but get slower every minute. She haven't walked a long distance in a long time. The only time she wandered around was when she walked through the forest to meet Garrett. Noticing her fall behind, Garrett held her hand and led her to the village.

The sun was no longer in sight when she and Garrett reached the inn, but the light was shining bright inside the inn. Cheerful music was playing in the background, and people were drinking and dancing with each other.

Garrett booked two rooms and gave on of the keys to her.

"Are you going straight to your room?"

She asked. She was still holding his hand.

"Those people might do something dangerous. We'll never know. It's better to stay inside, both of us. And weren't you extremely exhausted?"

Garrett tried to drag her to their room, but she resisted.

"I'll hang out for a bit and go to my room."

"Then I'll stay too."

"No, it's okay. You should rest. I won't be here much, I just want to find out what music they are playing."

"Alright then. Let's meet tomorrow."

She wandered around watching people dance and sing along to the joyful music. She was just sitting there when a man approached her.

"You're not from here, aren't you?"

You nodded.

"I'm Alfred. Are you here alone?"

"No, I'm exploring this country with my friend. My friend went straight to bed."

"Oh. Do you want to dance with me? You won't be having much fun alone."

"I want to, but I promised my friend I'll go to my room as soon as possible."

"Your friend won't know if they are asleep. You won't be experiencing this kind of music and festival anywhere else, so.. you should give it a chance."

She accepted his offer after some considering.

She didn't regret taking Alfred's offer. He was a nice guy with wit. Very different from Garrett. Alfred wasn't the smart type but he really had talent to make people laugh.

Alfred eventually told her the best places to go in an adventure. Turns out, he was also an adventurer. He was living in this village for some time to make money for his next trip.

She said farewell to Alfred and went to her room. She fell asleep in a few seconds.

Next day, she told Garrett about Alfred. She told that Alfred was a really nice guy to talk with. Garrett didn't say much about that, which was surprising to her. She thought Garrett liked new friends.

"Let's leave as soon as we're done having breakfast."

Garrett said while eating his bowl of breakfast.

"Why the rush? You said we had plenty of time yesterday."

"I had a change plans. We can reach the remains faster if we take the boat going across the river."

She was not feeling good because of leaving the inn without a single word to Alfred. But Garrett seemed to be perfectly fine, even acting more energetic.

She followed Garrett along the road and before lunch time, she was able to see boats on the river.

There was time left before their had to get on the boat, so she and Garrett went to explore the town.

Shopkeepers were selling goods they got from other cities and counties sailing along the river. She was amazed to see such fascinating things.

A vibrant colored accessory caught her eye. A flower she seemed to not recognize was embroidered neatly at the top and pink strings were made into a ribbon. She bought two, and gave one to Garrett.

"Here. It's a present. It's not much compared to the things you did for me, but I hope you like this accessory."

She noticed Garrett's cheek getting color as he was smiling. She smiled also as she was relieved.

The boat ride was uneventful, and most of the time, Garrett and her spent time talking to each other. Talking to Garrett made her feel like there was nothing but him in the moment. He had this aura that keeps her eye on him.

Garrett still did not talk much of his past. It was a little skeptical that he wasn't telling anything about his past. But what can she do? She had no idea how to prevail his past and she trusted him anyways.

However, such behavior was causing her a great deal of problem.

This man, who looks like an elf, was nothing like an elf. He was full of lies in every way possible, and his words were full of sweet lies.

If only she realized that.

Garrett sent her back to her room(somewhere in the boat), and he waited her to get asleep. After he was certain that she was deeply in sleep, he opened the door to her room.

Garrett looked around the room to see if she had something from 'Alfred'. Alfred caused Garrett distress in the morning. When Garrett found out he was having fun with her, he couldn't bear to stay in the inn more.

Garrett liked her attention. Her way of treating others(especially animals) challenged him to get her to treat him nice like she did to others. He did not want any man stealing her attention away from him.

Garrett paced around the room. It was his first time making someone desire for something other than money or honor. Greed was easy. There were plenty of people ready to take action to fulfill their greed when he said something that would encourage them.

She already desired to meet an elf. Actually, as Garrett thought of it, it all started with her wanting to meet an elf. Garrett noticed her in the wood in search for an elf, and decided to trick her by disguising himself as one. But after time, Garrett wanted more desires from her. He wanted her to desire him not an elf.

Spliting her from her loving village was easy. Humans only needed some lies to let her go on an adventure. Even her father couldn't stand against Garrett's powers.

Garrett sat beside her. She was sleeping quietly.

When they reach the 'remains' all of this would be over. He wouldn't have to care about other things interrupting them. His final lie would be over.

Night was long. Garrett watched her sleep for some time and went back to his room.

She shivered as he sat beside her. What was he doing, entering her room in the middle of the night?

She slowly opened her eyes without moving her body. She could see the silhouette of a man pacing back and forth. She remained still until he went out of her room.

The next day, Garrett knocked on her door.

"Breakfast is ready. Change your clothes and come out to eat."

She changed her clothes and went out to find Garrett getting breakfast the sailors brought.

She say down with Garrett on the corner of the boat.

"Hey, did you come into my room last night?"

She asked without hesitation.

"You.. you weren't asleep? I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable, but I only wanted to surprise you with a jewel."

"A jewel?"

"I got it from my hometown, and I decided it would suit you since you're my most precious being."

"That's.. sweet, I guess.."

She was still suspicious, but she felt a little bad for doubting him. After all, he only did the best things someone can do for you. It would be a shame to doubt someone like him.

A couple of days went by fast. Garrett lead the way, and she followed. In the 10th day, she began to see structures peeping through bushes.

Garrett set up a camp while she prepared dinner. Like before, nothing much happened and small talk went by.

Garrett insisted she should sleep beside him. He said it was too dangerous for someone like her to sleep far away from him. There were too many threatening creatures was what he thought.

She couldn't sleep that night. Her heart couldn't stop beating.

She stayed still when she felt something moving beside her. To her surprise, it was Garrett. Garrett wasn't sleeping. In fact, he wasn't asleep in he first place.

She remained still while Garrett was moving around.

She shivered when Garrett got close to her. He was creepying her out. Again.

She could feel him getting closer to the point she could feel his breath.

She did not know what to think. Garrett was definitely acting strange.

She closed her eyes and prayed that he would go to sleep.

Garrett assumed she knew by now. He knew she's dull, but the things he had done was definitely enough for her to notice.

It didn't matter though.

Today was the day.

Everything about him that she knew was made up. He was never an elf. Actually he was the very opposite.

Garrett held her hand. She seemed surprised, but he didn't care.

Garrett took her to the remains. Garrett held her hand harder.

"Garrett, is this the place you told me..? I don't think this is where elves lived."

"It's not."

She seemed surprised of Garrett's words.

"Can you let go? You are holding my hand too hard.."

"No."

Garrett started dragging her to a what seems like a temple.

"Garrett, what are you doing?"

Instead of answering, Garrett dragged her harder into the temple. She tried to resist, but his grip was too strong.

"Let me go!"

She shouted.

"It's too late. Give up."

"Where are you dragging me to?"

She was now scared.

"Somewhere far from here."

"No..! I don't want to leave.."

She tried hard to resist. She tried to kick him and hit him, but nothing worked.

"You are too dull for this world. What did you expect, an elf to magically appear in front of you? Follow me, and I'll take care of you."

Garrett held her hand and took her somewhere no other creature can find.

Note: i think my fics are getting repetitive. I'll dig into more yandere stuff in my next fic😔 thanks for reading this

#tw yandere #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #obsessive love #tw kidnapping #yandere #yandere fic

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make-me-imagine · 19 days ago

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Hi. I hope you are doing good. If your requests are open. Can you do a male one piece ship please. You can do whatever you like and be creative with this request.

Features: I am a short woman 4'10. Age 20. I have curly golden honey-blond hair which goes to my bra-strap length, I have dark chocolate brown eyes, and a little bit of chubbiness in my cheeks. I have a butterfly-shaped scar on my forehead which is from skin cancer from when I was 5-6 years old.

Name/Nickname: Madison, Matt, Papillon (Which means Butterfly in French), Piccolo Guerriero (Which means Little Warrior in Italian. I am part Italian and French on my mother's side.), Little Butterfly, Sunshine, and Little Rose.

Personality: I am a sweet, kind, loving, caring, stubborn, feisty when mad or irritated I will swear like a sailor, independent, hardworking, thinking outside the box, and creative, but if you mess with or hurt me, my family, friends, or loves I becomes scary scary.

If I was in one piece: I would be a woman that ran away from home when she was a teenager because of rough things going on at home and I decided to become a pirate because I want to travel the world and learn new things around my surroundings learning about multiple different types of plants around the world and make history.

My devil fruit power: Ice, (Yes I know I'm basing this off of Elsa from Frozen. Please don't judge me, I just think her powers are really cool. And yes I know a character for one piece that has the devil fruit ability of ice which is Aokiji. LOL.😄😂) Hie Hie no Mi devil fruit. When was four by accident, accidentally ate a devil fruit which is called The Hie Hie no Mi which gave her the ability the control ice and snow. She doesn't remember how she got her hand on one of those devil fruits. The only thing her mother told her was that she had accidentally tripped over her own feet and had accidentally bit into the fruit and swallowed a big chunk of it. Abilities - create and control ice and snow, Ice Creation, can melt or freeze anything she can touch with just a finger, Ice and Water Manipulation, and can Creation of things to come to life which is ice creatures to ice birds to ice monsters. Weakness - like all devil fruit devil fruit powers their weakness is seawater because they can't swim and they just sink to the bottom which all devil fruit users lose the ability to swim, when overwhelmed, childhood trauma, when emotions (emotions: scared, angry, sad, overwhelmed, stressed) become too high sometimes her can lose control of her powers, or scared she shuts people out and when she overuses her devil fruit powers starts to cough up blood fainting/passing out.

Wanted poster name: What the people call her on her wanted poster is "The Ice witch" and she is wanted about 800,000,000 berries/Dollars.

Likes/love to do: I love to drawing/painting, embroidery, reading (I am a bit of a bookworm), doing any type of math, loves plants/nature, and baking in my free time.

I don't like/afraid/scared of: afraid of Spiders, don't like people insulting or making fun of family/Love ones/Friends, and I don't like being yelled at because it scares me from past traumas and anxiety.

Style: I love to wear, off-the-shoulder shirts, leggings, jeans, button-up shirts, dresses, and once in a while a shirt with a long skirt. My home aesthetic is a mix between astronomy and witch. The only other thing is that I wear a heart-shaped ruby necklace around my neck which was a gift from my whole family. I never take it off.

Prompts: "what? What are you giving me that look for, hum?" "I love you. I know I don't say it enough __________. But I really do love you so much." "My brave (Nickname.)"

Hii! I hope you like it! <3 sorry it took a little while

Almost immedietely I knew who I shipped you with, I think it's perfect:

I ship you with Sanji!

Sanji is a hardcore romantic, and he is good at taking care of people. He would adore you, your spunk, personality, protective nature, and would think your devil fruit powers were amazing.

He would definitely call you (Little) Papillon, or a slightly more teasing 'My Ice Queen', rather than Witch (which he feels a bit hurtful saying towards you, even though your cool with the name).

He would love cooking for you, and even though he cooks for the whole crew, he always put a pit more effort into your plate in particular.

It was love at first sight for Sanji when he met you.

You came across the crew after you had moved on from the pirates you had been traveling with before.

You ended up getting tangled up with them when the Marines came after them.

They saw you and thought it would be a two-crews-for-one situation. But you were alone without a crew and Luffy, being Luffy, decided to help you out as well.

Sanji had heart eyes the second he set eyes on you, and the more time you spent with them the more he fell.

You ended up being the one who saved them (with your powers) and he and Sanji thought you would be a great addition to the crew.

You debated joining them, but in the end you did, because you couldn't quite figure it out, but you felt at ease with them.

Sanji was flirty towards you as soon as he could be. And you were more reserved than he expected, but he respected your boundaries and calmed down with his advances.

You grew close anyways, and your romantic feelings follows pretty easily.

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Close Call

The attack came out of no where, the ship approaching having been concealed in the fog surrounding you.

Nami began shouting commands as Zoro helped steer the ship out of range of the attacks. You and Luffy ran to the edge of the ship to try and see just who it was attacking you.

Sanji and Usopp emerged from below, panic on their faces as they tried to figure out what was going on.

As the large ship attacking you emerged from the fog, you half expected it to be the Marines. But instead, a pirate ship came rushing forward.

"Pirates!" You heard Usopp yell in despair as he gripped into a flag pole.

"Why are they attacking us?!" Luffy yelled in confusion.

"Because they're pirates!" You and Nami yelled in unison as you helped her adjust the cannons.

Firing at the ship did little as the pirates evaded your aim. Luffy threw some canon balls himself, managing to destroy part of their ship.

Hearing Sanji groan, you looked over to see him being thrown around as your ship was hit once again. Quickly rushing to your side, his arm was around your waist before he helped aim the canons with you and Nami.

Another canon ball hit your ship knocking you to the ground.

You let out a frustrated groan before deciding to do something yourself before you sank. Running to the back of the ship, you ducked as debris flew past you as another canon ball grazed the ship.

"What are you doing!" You heard Sanji yell in concern as he watched you.

His question was quickly answered when he saw sheer white encase your arms before spears of ice emerged from the ocean below, gliding towards the pirate ship. Large icicles pierce through their ship, bringing it to a sudden halt. Yells from their ship could be heard as you let out a soft sigh.

Your eyes widened in realization as they shot one more canon ball towards you. You began to run out of the way, but as the canon ball hit your ship, it exploded, knocking you off your feet.

Your vision swirled as you fell. You expected to hit the hard ship deck, but instead, you continued to fall, before suddenly you were surrounded by freezing cold water, swallowing you as you quickly sank.

You had been knocked over the edge of the ship by the blast, and Sanji's heart sank. He yelled out your name before he ran and dove over the edge of the ship without thinking.

His eyes struggled to adjust as he plunged into the water. But as he swam deeper, he spotted a figure in the darkness, sinking deeper and deeper. His heart raced as he swam as fast as he could towards you.

His eyes met yours just as you drifted into unconsciousness. His hands reached out, gripping you and pulling you into his chest as he quickly rose to the surface.

You coughed out the salty water as Zoro and Luffy helped pull you back onto the ship.

Sanji was at your side instantly, cradling your head as he told you to catch your breath. Luffy gently patted your back, knowing exactly what you just went through. The desperation of trying to swim when your body seemed as heavy as an anchor was both frightening and frustrating. The curse of the devil fruit.

"Did we get away?" You asked while catching your breath.

Luffy grinned and gripped your shoulder. "Yes! Thanks to you."

You smiled and nodded while Sanji helped you to your feet. "Come on sweet heart let's go get you dried off."

Looking back, you could see the smoking pirate ship in the distance, stuck in your ice. And there they would remain for a while, your ice would not be so easy to get rid of.

Resting on Sanji's bed as he rubbed a towel through your hair to help dry it, you caught his eye as he smiled down at you.

"My brave Little Butterfly." He muttered softly and you let out a soft laugh. He crouched down and met your eyes, "You scared me when you went over."

You smiled sadly at him, "I'm sorry."

He shook his head as he gently caressed your cheek. "I don't blame you for it, I just... was afraid of losing you is all."

Leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "I wasn't afraid. I knew you would save me."

He shook his head with a soft smile before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Always will." Rising he placed the towel around your neck. "Finish getting dry, I'm gonna go get you some hot soup okay?"

You nodded as you watched him leave. You let out a soft sigh. You did lie a bit. You were scared; the water always scared you. But you recalled hearing Sanji's voice call out your name as you plummeted towards the ocean. And from that, you knew he would do whatever he could to get to you.

The sinking cold in your bones slowly faded away as you ate the soup Sanji made you. It's warmth coursed through you and slowly helped you feel better and better.

Looking over, you caught Sanji's eyes and your heart fluttered. He had his elbow on the table as he sat beside you, facing you. His head was resting in his hand as his eyes remained locked on you.

His gaze on you was both soft and intense. He seemed to be thinking a thousand things at once as he stared at you.

"What? What are you giving me that look for?" You smiled softly at him.

He smiled in return before he sat up straight and spoke. His voice was soft, full of emotion and genuine care. "I love you. I know I don't say it enough Papillon. But I really do love you so much."

Your heart fluttered in your chest again as warmth rushed through you. A grin slowly broke out on your face as you turned to face him. Reaching up, you placed both of your hands on his face as you looked into his eyes.

"I love you too Sanji. So much."

Grinning happily, he brought his hands to your face as well. You both giggled softly before he leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your lips.

The sudden battle you faced earlier faded from your thoughts as you focused solely on Sanji and the love you felt for each other.

xx End xx

#commission ship #one piece ship #commission writing #ship

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geminid · 1 year ago

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The other ask about college reminded me, I just brought a physical copy of superbright to my college professor, I took digital painting with him and now he's letting me sit in on his life drawing class. He did a quick flip through and he liked it! He also immediately said "yeah if you like this art get into the history, who did they learn from?" I've only been following you for 2ish years? And it's just been what's landed on my dash. But I looove your pieces, the coloring on the backgrounds versus how Leo and Takumi are drawn, and then the pieces like the mainly pink diner.

So yeah mainly wanted to say you're super cool! Things that you learned from would be neat to see but no pressure.

hi i was honestly very shocked to read that you would show this to your professor who is probably a really great artist but im glad he liked it? ???

i answered the rest of this under the cut

as far as my art history goes, i have no academic background in art so i'm just making stuff up. i think like a lot of kids I got my roots in wanting to draw like shoujo manga, particularly the big eyed round faces of the early 2000s. I would just try to copy the eyes or something. To this day I honestly don't really look at tutorials or watch speedpaints i kind of just look at finished art and try to emulate the things I like about them. It's very simplistic I think and perhaps means I don't make art that's as clean or efficient as people who actually go out and try to learn how pro artists actually draw.

i went on pixiv a lot as a teen and followed like 1000+ artists and looked at a lot of art all the time. I was really enamored by people who could draw characters and backgrounds, like fuzichoco. (this is a super weird fun fact but one of my favorite artists in like 2011-2012 who specialized in like drawing beautiful girls with beautiful backgrounds ended up getting into leokumi under a different name/account and i was their mutual! and i didnt realize this until rather recently. im too shy to share the name tho. my teen self is throttling me btw). I Really wanted to learn how to draw backgrounds so i had to go through the struggle of teaching myself perspective and later on downloading 3d software so i could see boxes on the same plane at angles lol.

When I see art I like I try to capture the essence of what it is I liked about it in a piece (maybe one time its desaturated colors, and the next its dramatically long legs, or adding blur to the foreground), and i decide if it worked out and I want to keep doing it. Some stuff i definitely continue to use is i draw upper eyelashes the way i do because of Sata (touken ranbu, feh artist) and i started drawing leo with weird non-blond hair colors because of Araki (the jjba mangaka, who often colors his characters in alternate palettes than their "canon"). Even though i think there are stuff im a bit rigid about, like i always kinda stay in the realm of anime style, I'm still trying to keep trying out stuff I see in other artists, not just even anime artists but everyone's favorite Leyendecker or Mucha, or I'll take photos of random stuff to file away as an idea. Like I have a photo of leaves my coworker collected that have a nice green to pink gradient that I took for inspiration.

As far as the diner picture goes I think to pull off that piece I needed to practice making art with less colors and also less contrast. Similar shades of pink take up most of the picture with teals being a secondary color and avoiding adding other colors in large amounts. I think the linework is doing a lot of work in that piece. I had to google a photo of a person sitting at a diner table for the perspective.

idk if this answers anything but it was fun to think about?

#nids replies #team-indigo

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w3bheadz · 1 year ago

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Stylists Fishhooks Chapter 2

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I remember the first time I met Dolion Graystone. I was only 5 when we met, but he helped me catch crabs on the beach when I could, so he was alright in my books. He’s been around for a lot of my life changing events. He was there the most when Peggy was reaped for the 9th annual hunger games. She never came home. He had always been such a nice friend. I couldn’t really remember a time without him. I might have to now. When Peggy died, he came and took me to the meadow. We sat in the flower field for a few hours. He had listened to me cry, held me close as I talked about how cruel the games were, how unfair the world was. Peggy was engaged. Her and her fiance had been killed together in the bloodbath. It had been her last year in the draw. She was almost in the clear, for gods sake!

I remember how warm I felt as he held me, and how I craved it so desperately when he finally let go. I didn’t know it then, but I had finally fallen head over heels. If only I had known then how much it would cost me. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 Dolion sat across from me on the train, staring out the window. His expression was cold, and he had avoided looking to me for anything. “Dolion? Why are you avoiding me, we have to do this together if we want any chance here-” I asked quietly, resting a hand on his. Dolion jerked his hand back “ Pairing with people you care about doesn’t seem to work well. Look how it ended up for Peggy.” he responded coldly. I felt my face pale, my expression going blank. “What did you say..?” I questioned “You heard me.” He stated, standing up and going to his room on the train. I sat frozen, not knowing how to process what had just happened. My heart ached, and I didn’t really know why. I wish I didn’t care about what people said, but in the end, no one can bear the burden of life itself without cracks in their facade. I stayed alone the rest of the train ride, though Dolion came to apologize for his cruel words before we stepped foot in the capitol’s train station. I forgave him verbally, but did I actually..? It seemed I didn’t quite know, myself.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 We were taken to an apartment where we would stay for the remainder of the time before training. It was much nicer than the zoo the tributes stayed in last year. I felt bad for them. I was reminded of Lucy Gray and her beautiful dress when I saw the colorful vases of flowers all over the main room. We were told that we were needed downstairs, and then led to a hallway of rooms. Dolion and I got our own rooms, and were told to put on a gown that looked like something you would see at the doctors if you were going into a surgery of some sort. I slipped off my dress and replace it with the gown, cringing at the papery texture. Soon, there were 3 people in my room, forcing me to lie down so they could ‘access my features’. I laid there, trying to let them do their thing. Finally, they left. A woman by the name of Tigress walked into my room next. “Hello, My name is Tigress. I’ll be your stylist for the remainder of your stay in the capitol.” She smiled warmly. She reminded me of my Aunt Cassandra, her soft blond hair spiraling to frame her soft-featured face, her kind brown eyes filled with golden specks. She was in an extravagant rose gold colored gown, a matching barrette in her hair to pin some of her curls out of her face. “Hello, My name is Mags.” I responded, smiling back at the woman. “Why do I need a stylist, exactly..?” “Well, My job is to make you look sponsor-able. People in the capitol can sponsor you, help you gain materials you could need in the arena.” Tigress explained, holding up a hunter green fabric square and then shaking her head. “We will be working on your parade costume, and then your interview gown. I was told for district four, we wanted to go with a fishnet aesthetic.” She hummed, holding up a cerulean blue fabric “Aha! Blue is most definitely your color, Mags.” Tigress picked up her sketchbook with a smile, sketching out a design for the parade costume. It was a lovely thing, really. I don’t think I’d ever worn anything in my life that could amount to how nice it was. “Do you trust me..?” Tigress asked softly I don’t exactly know what compelled my response, but I nodded.

“Yeah, I do.”

#the 11th hunger games #the hunger games #mags flanagans games #mags flanagan #thg fic #thg series #thg #hunger games #thg movies #thg rp #thg fanfiction #thgedit #district 12 #district 4 #mags flanagan's wife #mags flanagan is my wife real #mags #mags and rowena #rowena malcolm

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adoracora-elizabeth · 1 year ago

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The truth always comes out, chapter 30

"It would be strange without her Ladyship in this house." Mrs. Hughes said. Mrs. Patmore, Carson and she were in her little office. As always, they ended the day there, just as a little wind down, before heading up to bed.

"It is something I never imagined happening. They were such a lovely couple" Mrs. Patmore said.

"They were indeed." Mrs. Hughes answered.

"These days people are so easily giving up, I have to admit, I am disappointed in them." Carson said with a deep frown.

"Oh, Mr. Carson. You can be so old fashioned sometimes. You know what happened, you want her ladyship to just forget about that?" Mrs. Hughes replied.

Carson hummed but did not answer.

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Edith walked towards her mother's bedroom. Sybil had gone to Tom, and she saw Mary enter the drawing room where her father was. There was light coming under the door, Edith hoped her mother would still be awake. When she entered the room, she saw that the light came from the fireplace and her mother was in bed already. Her bedside lamp was out. "Are you asleep." She asked, trying not to speak to loud.

Cora turned around when she heard Edith's voice. When the door opened, she suspected it to be Robert, and she had quickly turned off her lamp. Now she turned to face the door. "What is it darling?"

Edith stepped inside and closed the door. She sat down on her father's side of the bed. "I wanted to tell you that my articles are all accepted, and I got that job."

Cora pulled herself up and reached for Edith's hand. "Darling, that is wonderful news. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Mama. It is so strange; I have a job now."

"You are growing up so fast. I remember the day you were born as if it was yesterday." Cora smiled.

"Were you and Papa happy when I was born." Edith had pulled her hand back.

"What do you mean darling? Of course, we were. We were over the moon with such a perfect little girl. The most adorable thing was that you were born with so much hair already and it was so blond it looked red. Like your aunt Rosamund. You wrapped your Daddy around your finger, the minute I put you into his arms."

"And were you and Papa happy together?" Edith ignored her mother's words.

Cora raised her eyebrows. Did they not show their daughters they loved each other over the years.

"I mean, after I was born, there were no children for a couple of years, before Sybil came."

Now Cora blushed. "It was not because your Papa and I did not love each other enough, let us leave it that." Cora did not want to go more into dept with her daughter about this subject. Her sex life with Robert was not something she wanted to discuss with Edith. She always said they could ask her anything, and she was more than willing to explain about the things. But there was a line. She could never tell Edith the ways Robert had pleased her, or how she had found Robert's preferred positions. Suddenly Cora realised why Edith asked that question. "Please do not tell me you think, your birth was the reason for your Papa and me to fall out?"

Edith lowered her head and looked at the bed cover.

Cora wanted to wrap her arms around Edith, but she was not sure if Edith would want that. Her middle one was not always the cuddling one. Instead, she took her hand in hers again. "As I said at the dinner table, the three of you are not the reason your father and I are applying for a divorce. You three were the best thing that happened to us, and you made our marriage only better. Truly darling, you are a token of our love for each other."

"Why do you not love Papa anymore?"

This made Cora think, did she truly not love Robert anymore? She was hurt by him, she was disappointed and betrayed, but she still loved him. "Sometimes there are things that happen in a relationship. A lot of things can be mended, but unfortunately this cannot. Darling, I wish I had something else to tell you, but you father and I cannot stay together."

"When you move to London, can I come with you?"

Again, Cora was surprised by Edith's question. "Of course, I will look for a place where there is room for all you girls. But are you sure you want to live in London?" Cora had never suspected that Edith was a city girl. Although she did not seem in her place here at Downton either.

"The magazine is located in London, and it will be easier when I am also in London."

"I thought you could write from home and send your articles in?"

Now Edith blushed. "Michael, has asked me to help with more than just writing articles. He wants my opinion about the designs and so on."

"Michael?" Cora asked, with a happy tone.

"I mean, Mr. Gregson. He is the owner, and he is looking for another editor."

"Do you like that Mr. Gregson?" Cora tried to get more information out of Edith, it seemed that, this Mr. Gregson meant something to her.

Edith's cheeks got even redder. "I am not sure if the feelings are the same on his side. But I like seeing him." Edith looked up to her mother. "Please do not tell Papa?"

Cora could not think of a reason, why not, but it was not up to her. "If you want me to keep silent, I will. Of course, I will. Does anybody else know?"

"I told Aunt Rosamund."

Cora chuckled, of course she had told her aunt. It seemed that Rosamund always knew more about Edith then she did.

"Are you mad, I told Aunt Rosamund and not you?" Edith had moved further up the bed and was now sitting cross-legged facing her mother.

"Why would I be mad about that? She is your aunt, is she not?"

"But you are my mother and ……"

Before Edith could finish her sentence, Cora wrapped her arms around her. She kissed her cheek. "My darling girl, you worry too much about everything. I love you; your father loves you and you are perfect the way you are. Now, I really need to go to sleep, I am exhausted."

Edith was holding both her mother's hands. "Can I sleep here tonight?" https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14247899/30/The-truth-always-comes-out

#cora crawley #robert crawley #downton abbey #fanfiction #downton #cobert

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 2 years ago

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Valentine’s Rerun (2 of 2): The Valentine

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Canon divergence from the end of 3a. Pan never escaped Pandora’s box, and thus never cast his curse. Now that Storybrooke is villain-free for the moment, the town can get back to everyday life. As Valentine’s Day approaches, 12 year old Henry makes a Valentine for his crush, Grace--a Valentine that through a mix up, falls into the wrong hands. Can this errant Valentine re-ignite a spark that’s been smoldering since Neverland?

Twelve-year-old Henry took a deep breath and looked down at the red, pink and white card in his hand. It was covered with hearts and flowers and a whimsical drawing of cupid with his arrow notched and pointed toward a dark haired boy and a blonde haired girl who were shyly looking up at each other.

His stomach felt funny—like he didn’t know whether he was excited or whether he was about to throw up—as he thought about what he planned to do. What if she didn’t like it? What if she didn’t like him the way he liked her? What if she laughed at him and everybody at school made fun of him?

He didn’t think Grace would do that to him, but you never know. He’d only just gotten over thinking of girls as gross, and honestly, they kind of scared him.

Taking another deep breath and then letting it out, Henry nodded in determination. He’d just survived an adventure on Neverland . He’d been kidnapped by Pan’s minions, and he’d have literally lost his heart if his moms and his dad and the rest of his family hadn’t come to save him. If he was brave enough for that, he was brave enough to let a girl know how he felt about her.

He looked over the card one more time. The front said “Roses are red, violets are blue…”, and then on the inside it continued, “...for our love I will always find you. You are my heart’s treasure.” How perfect was this card? It even had their family’s unofficial motto on it!

Henry’s pen hovered for a moment over the illustration on the inside. What looked like a pirate’s treasure chest sat upon a beach next to a hole that had obviously recently been dug. The chest was open and red, white and pink hearts spilled out of it.

Nodding his head in determination, Henry added his own sentiments below the illustration. “I think about you every hour of every day. Do you think we could spend some time together?”

He debated whether or not to sign his name to the card, but in the end decided against it. What if one of the other kids at school saw it? He’d die of embarrassment if anyone else found out that he like liked Grace!

“Kid, it’s about time for school!” His mom called up the loft stairs. “You ready to go?”

Henry hastily slid the card into a plain, red envelope, and put it on top of his school books before bounding down the stairs and depositing the entire pile on the kitchen table. “Just a minute Mom. I need the bathroom.”

“Okay,” he heard Mom say, “but hurry, Kid. It snowed last night, and the roads are a mess.”

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Emma took a last swig of her coffee, and then dumped her stack of case files on the table on top of Henry’s stuff. She figured she had just enough time to snag a pop-tart from the cupboard before Henry would be ready for school.

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. It was barely 7:15 am, and she already had a headache. Why had she thought it was a good idea to bring an armload of case files home with her to work on after-hours? She was a good person; why did she want to torture herself?

The minute hand ticked past 7:30, and Emma felt her frustration rise. “Come on, Henry! If we don’t leave soon, we’re both going to be late!”

Hoping to speed things along a bit, Emma grabbed her files, put them aside, and then shoved Henry’s school stuff into his bookbag.

“Sorry mom!” Henry said, bursting out of the bathroom and donning his peacoat and scarf. “I just...well...I mean…”

Emma looked at him with concern. “Something wrong, Kid? You can tell me; you know that, right?”

He looked aside and then nodded, his face flaming. “I know. It’s not a big deal. It’s just...it’s Valentine’s Day, and there’s this girl I kind of..you know.. like , and I have a card for her. I just wanted to make sure my hair looks good and stuff.”

Emma smiled and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure she’ll love it, Kid. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

Half an hour later, Henry safely dropped off at school, Emma strolled into the Sheriff’s office, and started the long process of removing all her winter outerwear. “Brr,” she said, “It’s cold out there!”

Across the bullpen, Hook nodded absently and muttered something about how he was glad she made it safely, as he continued looking down at whatever he’d been reading.

They’d returned to Storybrooke from Neverland three weeks ago. With Pan safely stowed in Pandora’s box—which Gold had stored in some super secret location with all kinds of protective magic surrounding it—and Greg and Tamara no longer living, things had gone back to what passed for normal in Storybrooke. Emma didn’t want to jinx it, but they’d been blessedly villain-free for the entire three weeks.

David had decided to take some time off of his co-sheriffing duties to spend quality time with Mary Margaret (and Emma suspected, though she really didn’t want to know about this, he also took time off so that they could focus on making Mary Margaret’s “I want another baby” wish come true), which had left Emma down one officer of the law. She’d subsequently hired Hook to be her deputy.

She’d thought he’d have been thrilled with the offer to work with her, thought he’d get all flirty and lay the charm and innuendo on thick, but that hadn’t been the case. He’d been strangely withdrawn ever since they’d returned from Neverland. He was always there when she needed him, but their camaraderie and banter was just... gone ...and Emma had no idea what had happened. Had she done something to drive him away?

She didn’t want to think about all of it too much, but she missed him. Somewhere along the way—probably in Neverland—she’d begun to think of him as a friend, maybe one of her best friends in Storybrooke. He’d become her confidante, and he was always there to offer a listening ear and wise advice when she needed it.

But lately...things were just different.

And she kind of hated it.

If only Neal would adopt the same attitude. Emma felt the headache intensify at the thought of her ex. He’d wasted no time asking her to lunch with him the very day that they had returned from Neverland. She’d stood him up, not sure what she wanted with him. A part of her still loved him; a part of her would probably always love him, but they were different people now. And truth be told, though she believed at least a part of him truly believed he was doing what was best for her by abandoning her, there are some wounds that can just never fully heal.

And so, the next time Neal had asked her out, she’d told him as gently as she could that she did care about him, and she was glad that Henry had him in his life, but she’d moved on and their opportunity for a relationship had died more than a dozen years ago.

She’d hoped he would accept it and move on himself, but so far, that hadn’t been the case. He still pestered her to give him another chance every few days.

Hook put aside the paper he’d been reading, and stood and stretched. Emma watched, enjoying the way his muscles moved and bunched beneath the thin cotton of his shirt. “How can I be of service today, Swan?”

Emma eyed the files on her desk. “Can you file these?” she asked. “They go in that file cabinet against the wall. They’re arranged by case number.”

“Aye,” Killian said simply, scooping up the files without a glance in her direction.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Killian grabbed the files and made his way quickly toward the file cabinet she’d indicated. He felt his heart clench at the brief nearness to her, and the scent of her vanilla and cinnamon shampoo, and the electricity he felt in the air when he was near her.

He’d promised Bae he would back off, give him a chance to try to reunite his family. He figured he owed him that at least.

But it was torture to be so near Swan and not truly be with her. He loved her, and he knew that would never change, but he wanted her to be truly happy. He hoped that happiness would include him, but if she chose to pursue it with Bae, he would abide by her wishes. Somehow he would let her go.

Perhaps it had been unwise to accept the deputy position and work with her every day, but he only had so much strength. He could not— would not—deny her any request she made.

He blew out a long breath, shaking his head to clear his melancholy thoughts. Best to focus on the task at hand rather than the sad state of his romantic life.

Killian made short work of the files, but when he’d placed the last one in its proper place, he realized he was left with one last thing in his hand—a plain red envelope. He looked down at it quizzically. What was this?

Returning to his desk, he slit it open with his hook and then pulled out the folded piece of cardstock inside.

Killian’s eyes widened as he read the words the brightly decorated missive contained.

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, for our love, I will always find you. You are my heart’s treasure. ”

And then handwritten below, “ I think about you every hour of every day. Do you think we could spend some time together? ”

Killian felt his heart pick up speed. This missive had been on the bottom of the stack of files; the stack Emma had handed him. Had Emma meant to give it to him? She must have; what other explanation could there be?

Looking down, Killian read the sentiments on the cardstock once more: “ I think about you every hour of every day. Do you think we could spend some time together? ”

Was it possible? Was she truly declaring her feelings for him?

He knew she felt something for him, had known it from the beginning. She was an open book after all.

I can’t take the chance that I’m wrong about you.

Even as far back as their journey on the beanstalk, there had been something between them, but her heart had been so bruised, so guarded that she couldn’t give in to it.

Were her walls coming down? Was this her way of letting him know she wanted to explore the feelings that kiss in Neverland exposed?

For the first time since returning from the accursed jungles of Neverland, Killian felt hope. Aye, he’d promised Bae he’d back off to give Swan a chance to sort out her feelings, but if this was really happening—if she had made her choice and that choice was him, there was no chance in any realm he was going to turn her away.

Slowly a plan began to form in his mind.

“Swan,” he called over, “I’ll be back in two shakes.”

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As the sun began to set that night, Emma found herself making her way down to the docks questions swirling through her mind and a strange sense of anticipation in her heart.

For three weeks, Hook had effectively ignored her, and then today….well, today was different. This afternoon, just before he left for the day, Hook had placed a single, folded sheet of paper on the desk in front of her, then, without a word, he left.

She’d looked after him for a full minute, wondering, for probably the five hundredth time in the last month what was up with him. Then she’d unfolded the sheet of paper and smoothed it out on the desk in front of her, smiling at the neat, almost flowery handwriting.

Swan,

I would love to spend time with you. You need never have any question about that, love. Please meet me this evening at sunset at the Jolly Roger . I think perhaps it’s time we talk.

Yours,

Killian

Emma had spent the better part of the last two hours trying to decide whether or not to meet Hook as he’d asked. On the one hand, it was a risk. If she went and he made some grand gesture trying to “win her heart” as he’d promised to do in Neverland—that was, well, a lot . Even now, all these months later she just wasn’t sure she could take a chance that she was wrong about him. If she let her guard down and he broke her heart…

On the other hand, she missed him, really, truly missed him. All through their time in Neverland she’d told herself he annoyed her. She’d told herself she wished he’d just back off , wished he’d stop with the flirting and innuendo and—even worse—the genuine caring and concern in his eyes. But now that he had backed off, well now she realized how important he had become to her. Leaving aside any question of romantic feelings, he had been her friend, a friend who genuinely got her. Someone who could raise her spirits when they were down, someone who knew exactly what she needed and when she needed it, someone who believed in her 100%, always.

And it was that thought that convinced her that meeting him as he asked was what she wanted to do.

Besides, Henry was staying with Regina tonight, and David and Mary Margaret had big Valentine’s Day plans, so what else was she going to do?

Which is why she found herself at the dock where the Jolly Roger was moored just as the sun touched the horizon.

She wasn’t quite sure of the protocol for boarding a 300-year-old pirate ship. Were you supposed to knock? Yell out for permission? Just climb on up? Just to cover her bases, she did all three.

A moment later, Killian’s dark head poked out from the hatch, and the smile he gave her was tender and boyish—and, okay, if she was being honest, kind of made the butterflies dance in her stomach.

“Come aboard love,” he said. “Dinner awaits us in the captain’s quarters.”

Curious, Emma did as instructed, walking the gangplank, and then climbing down the steps of the hold. When she turned around and got a proper look at the captain’s quarters, her jaw dropped.

There were candles. Everywhere. A table was set in the middle of the room with a red and white checked table cloth, a beautiful bouquet of roses, accented with baby’s breath, two elaborate place settings and a bottle of wine.

She turned confused eyes on the pirate standing before her, dressed in his customary leather, but with a red brocade vest rather than his customary black. He looked...nervous. Reaching up to scratch behind his ear, he lowered his eyes to the table. He uncorked the wine and poured them each a generous portion of what looked like Merlot, before clearing his throat and looking back at her.

“I suppose I should have chosen some manner of fancier victuals, but I wanted to provide you with something I knew you would like.”

With a flourish, he removed the cover from her place setting to reveal a steaming grilled cheese sandwich and a generous helping of onion rings.

“Um--” she said, “it looks good?”

She had no idea why it came out as a question.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing toward the table.

“Uh...okay.”

Hook came around the table and held her chair for her, pushing it in gently once she was seated, and then he took his own seat.

“I’m afraid I only have the most rudimentary knowledge of courting protocols within your realm,” he said, “but it would seem that sharing a candlelight meal with your sweetheart is a custom that transcends the years and the realms.”

Suddenly it clicked. Hook hadn’t just asked her here to talk. He asked her here on a date .

Emma got abruptly to her feet, heart pounding. “Hook? What’s going on here?” she asked, “is this...are you...was this a date ?”

Killian slowly got to his feet, brow furrowed. “Aye?” he said carefully. “Was that not what you intended in the missive you gave me this morning?”

“Was that not what I…. what ?”

“The card you gave me, love,” he said. As though to illustrate, he pulled a red envelope from his breast pocket and handed it to her.

Thoroughly confused, she pulled the (kind of gaudy) card free from the envelope and read it.

“Killian, where did you even get this, and why do you think it’s from me?”

A look of confusion, quickly followed by what might be embarrassment passed across his features. “I think it’s from you, Swan, because you gave it to me. It was at the bottom of the stack of files you asked me to put away for you.”

For a moment, Emma merely looked at him, and then suddenly she understood. Taking her seat again, she started laughing.

“I fail to see what is so amusing, love,” Killian said, taking his own seat. Emma could hear the embarrassment and frustration in his voice, and that more than anything made her calm down. Surprised at her own boldness, Emma reached across the table and took hold of his hand and hook.

“Hook, Killian,” she said, “I didn’t give you that card, but I think I know what happened. This morning Henry was talking about this girl he has a crush on and about a Valentine he wanted to give her. Must have gotten mixed in with my stuff before we left.”

Hook’s face flamed and he pulled his hand free to scratch at his ear again. “I...I apologize for the misunderstanding Swan.”

It was that moment, for whatever reason, that everything just...clicked into focus for Emma. The last three weeks, she’d missed him; that much she already knew. What she’d failed to grasp until this very moment was the fact that it wasn’t just friendship and support she wanted from Hook. It was...well, she wasn’t even sure she could define what exactly she wanted from him, but it was something more, something bigger, something that would change the course of her life forever.

The thought was scary, and yet also strangely comforting. She knew, knew deep down that she could trust her heart with him. And so, maybe it was time to take a leap of faith.

“Killian,” she said, watching as he resolutely refused to look at her. Reaching across the table, she tipped up his chin until his eyes met hers. “It may be true that I didn’t send you that Valentine, but...well...that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

His eyes widened. “Swan, are you saying--?”

She laughed nervously. “To be honest, I don’t know exactly what I’m saying. I’m not good with letting down my walls and being vulnerable and stuff. I don’t know exactly what I want to happen between us, but I know I want something with you. Do you—do you mind if we take things slow until I figure it out?”

The smile he gave her could have put the radiance of the sun to shame. “Love, I’ve got all the time in the world.”

#cs ff #captain swan fanfiction #cs 3a canon divergence #cs valentine's day fic

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ihavenoideahowtodream · 8 months ago

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STORY TIME:

In 2015 I dropped out of college cause American college is 40k a year with FAFSA and with average grades (you can only get scholarships with straight As and I've never done anything straight in my life). Well what do I do with my life now? Didn't want to live with my parents so I decided to do what any normal 19 year old woman would do.

Join the United States Navy.

I go through the rigamarol of getting accepted for the matriculation process, MEPS (vets if I get a detail about this wrong I'm sorry is been several years).

This process began at 6 am meaning I had to get up at 5am and someone told me coffee would mess with my urine test so I had zero caffeine and like 3 hours of sleep. I took the ASVAP I did physicals and a bunch of other shit they examined every part of me. I was one of I think 5 other women there. The other 40 were all men.

There was one dude. Let's call him Josh (18M). Josh Did Not Shut Up. From 6am on this dude was talking. About anything everything. He was going into one of the bullet sponge branches, I think usmc. He talked about the Charger that was his graduation gift, about how cool special ops was. He thought he was hot shit. Remember how I said this whole thing started at 0600? And most of us did not have coffee? We all hated him by 0800. The nurse assigned to baby sitting us and jabbed and poked us for blood draw and such first off was built like Drax the destroyer, second every time Josh spoke he rolled his eyes and said to whomever noticed that Josh was going to die in basic. I'm rather conventionally pretty and at the time I had a cute blonde bob hair cut. Josh aimed a lot of his "I'm hot shit" sentences at me.

By 1400 I was experiencing for the first time the desire to stab a man 500 times and mail his pieces to his mother in boxes. By this point we had all been trying to get him to shut up for 8 hours. Most people just straight up said shut up to his face and he ignored them and kept yammering.

Finally hes directing a sentence directly toward me and I don't even think I heard what he said I just looked at him and said, "you realize your drill Sargent is going to make you carry around a plant to replace all the oxygen you waste talking so fucking much." The whole room exploded in laughter including Nurse Drax. Josh was astounded. Nurse Drax said, "She'll do great in the military, Josh you're going to die."

But the most important thing is that we were there for 5 more hours and he did not say another word any time I was in the room.

#the plant idea was not mine id read it on another post #i didnt get in cause of my legs #trump was elected the next year so im v glad i didnt get in #but id really like the gi bill and the VA Healthcare #i have my BA now but alas

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b3ast0fburd3n · 3 months ago

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Muse List for B3AST0FBURD3N

This is the last time I'm gonna switch between multi/single I swEAR

All in fc3, 2012 for ease of timeline management. those without full bios will have them soon.

PRIMARY:

Eden Seed (21) - Daughter of The Father himself, Eden holds her values and beliefs close to her chest. She is strong and independent, slow to friendship but fiercely loyal and always willing to do what it takes to get the job done. PROUD, ENVIOUS and WRATHFUL. She values softness and kindness in others while never allowing herself the same grace. Eden does not command respect, she’s too awkward, but at least now the pirates have stopped calling her Angel.

She can often be found working around the North island, handling shipments, hunting, or, if others are doing the same, relaxing by the water.

Notable physical traits: Eden has heterochromia (ITS PLOT OKAY) blue/brown, short blonde hair buzzed except in the front and back (think mohawk without the middle. mowk), covered in religious scars and tattoos, 5'9. FC is Kristen Stewart.

quick bio, characterhub (full bio, outdated tbh)

She also has fc4/ 5/ ND details, to be discussed later when I actually write them down

THE REST:

Atticus Hayes (34) - Will not answer to Atticus, you’re better off with just Hayes. Overgrown manchild, just as awkward as his friend and roommate, Eden, without the foresight to stop talking. Lazy hedonist, complainer, annoyance. Just as sexist and grotesque as the rest of the pirates. Despite being in the military, his personality led to him not being invited to the privateers. Hayes tries to avoid work as much as possible, he's often lounging at a bar or hanging around other pirates, annoying them with his constant rambling.

Notable physical traits: Absolutely covered in scars. 2012 pre-Brody sees most of them on his body, including the lack of both little fingers, left middle and right ring fingers. 2012 Post-Brody includes fresh slices across his face (skin no longer dangling, thank you medic) from his former best friend. Buzzed brown hair, brown eyes, 6'4. and bc I don't know where to put it: From Australia.

this is the oldest drawing on my current laptop (like three or four years old) but it is unfortunately the most accurate (excluding the gages). fc is Brad Pitt from Fight Club!

Charlie Barlow (16) - Tech extraordinaire. He graduated high school early, so his mom took him on a cruise! How sweet! Until they run low on gas and float too close to Rook. After watching his mother be slaughtered by pirates, Charlie lost a piece of himself and gained a new life goal. Survive. He'll do anything to get on someone's good side, throw anyone under the bus. Entirely loyal to himself. Only being on the island for a year, most people don't know Charlie, and after an unfortunate meeting with Vaas left him chair bound, most don't see him. He stays in his shack, with limited internet connection doing whatever Eden (or anyone who threatens him) asks.

Notable physical traits: 5'6, grown out buzz, red hair with hints of black box dye on the tips, E carved into his cheek, brown eyes, squints because he lost his glasses.

fc is Nathan Westling

Elias Dubois (26) - Quiet, pensive, clean freak. Genuinely has OCD and also happens to prefer things neat. VERY clean, bathes at least once every two days, has two cabinets full of bleach and soap. No one is fully in control on Rook, not even Hoyt. Elias strives to control everything he can, including his own space and the makeshift cafe where he prepares food. Not particularly friendly with anyone aside from customer service politeness, he prefers to keep to himself by not sharing many personal details. This is just a defense, though, Elias is deeply void of human connection and severely touch starved. Stays in his cafe most of the time, has a small bedroom in the back, only really leaves to collect shipments of food/supplies sent to him.

Notable physical traits: 6'1, Green eyes, light brown hair usually pulled back but always up when he's cooking. Mustache and scruff on his chin. A couple scattered tattoos.

fc is Kyle Gallner

Mahsuri Hasan (29) - Mahsuri comes from a long line of Seers, her chosen divination tool is cards. All are welcome to her tent, as long as they obey the policy: Leave your weapons at the door. Suri is a friendly and generous person, no one leaves her without a small trinket or rock to guide them along their way. Even when dealing with the pirates, she keeps her opinions to herself and tries to offer them some respite from their tumultuous lives. She grew up with the Rakyat, but finds more value in playing both sides than living for only one, despite her diehard allegiance to Citra. Can always be found in her tent, if not then she's being friendly with the residents of Badtown.

Notable physical traits: Brown dreadlocked hair, brown eyes, scars on her wrists from a run in with pirates. Carries a shoulder bag with her main deck in it.

fc is Danai Gurira

#rp promo #far cry promos #far cry 3 #eden #hayes #charlie #Roth #Borris #Elias

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lizzie-is-here · 3 years ago

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ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING FOR A NEW SERIES PLS RESPOND!!!

i really appreciate any feedback on these yall 🥺🤍

but as i finish up girls just wanna have fun, i need to plan the next series! i have some new ideas, and i’ve scrapped a few others. like i said, pls feel free to tell me ur thoughts! <3

option one: like the dawn

ship: stucky x winged! reader

genre: angst to fluff

summary: you, steve rogers, and james “bucky” barnes have been best friends since kindergarten. when they go off to war and you pave your own path into the army, you never expected to lose them both. when you go missing on a search for their bodies and get taken by HYDRA, you become their latest experiment. the angel of death and the winter soldier are an assassin duo that haunt seven decades, but when you encounter a blond man on a bridge 70 years later, it stirs something you forgot was there.

basically a love story spanning the decades, with lots of reunions and relearning things about the people you love, and learning that while some things change, you’ll love them anyways.

preview:

As you three entered the science fair, you spun around, dress swishing at your knees as you took in every invention on display. Even if Bucky was the nerd of your little trio, you could still appreciate good science.

However, when you turned back to smile at your best friends, the shorter one was gone.

“Oh my god. Bucky. Where’s Steve?” The brunet whipped to his side, his hat nearly flying off his head in the process. Another reminder that he was leaving soon.

“Holy shit. Steve?” he yelled, peering over the crowd.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered. Before you could panic any further, the blond stepped out of the crowd, a pamphlet in hand. “Holy shit, Steve, you can’t run off like that!” you chided, checking him for any bruises.

“You know she’s right, punk,” Bucky added, frowning.

“Why do you two feel the need to chaperone me like I’m some kid?” Steve asked, eyeing you and Bucky as the bright lights of the different booths sent spots across his vision. You rolled your eyes, setting a hand on your hip.

“Because, Stevie,” you sighed, drawing out your words. “You have little-to-no survival instincts, and your mother would smite us if we let you run around on your own.”

Bucky nodded. “C’mon, Steve. I even got you a date.” You whipped towards him, eyebrows raised.

“You did? How?”

“I’m just that good, doll.” He winked at a passing girl, who practically swooned and waved to him.

You scoffed, lightly smacking him on the chest and taking Steve by the hand. “Let’s go, before Buck manages to leave a trail of broken hearts behind him and you have an asthma attack.”

option two: hades and persephone

ship: bucky x plant powers!reader

genre: comedy, fluff

summary: you’ve been in hiding in NYC ever since your escape from a HYDRA facility. in all honesty, it hasn’t been too bad. your power over plant life has made it laughably easy to establish yourself as a small-time florist in new york. you’ve thought about trying to join the avengers, but you’re far from prepared when the whole group comes busting into your store after a bad mission involving a lot of poison ivy. turns out you hadn’t been hiding very well, they were just being polite. (no civil war)

basically a superhero comedy showcasing some fun plant-based powers. isabela madrigal who???

preview:

Carefully making sure no one was watching, you ran a hand over the wilted orchids, watching as they returned to life with a mere touch. You smiled, setting the pots up on a shelf, perusing your store and keeping every plant in top shape. Flowers and houseplants alike lined your shelves, all perfectly healthy without a dead leaf in sight.

You sighed, relaxation taking over your mind. You felt your powers tingle, and when you glanced over to the mirror, you were met with a scattering of lavender flowers growing in your hair.

Frowning, you began to brush it out, waving a hand and dissipating the petals on the floor. Just as you managed to remove the last one, your door burst open with a loud bang, sending you jumping and causing begonias to bloom in place of the lavender.

You shrieked, ducking behind a shelf to furiously remove the pink-orange blooms.

“Sorry! Sorry, miss. You don’t have to hide, we know about your powers,” a voice said. How did they know? You’d been so careful to keep it all secret.

You peeked out from behind the shelf, eyes widening when you saw who was standing in your shop.

The Avengers. Still in their mission gear, covered head-to-toe in rashes. Poison ivy. You were sure of it.

“What the hell happened to you guys?”

option three: lonely is a man without love

(THAT’S RIGHT MOON KNIGHT BABY)

ship: marc spector + steven grant x avenger! assassin! reader (no jake i’m sorry i just don’t have enough screen time to know how to write him😭)

genre: comedy, fluff, slight reverse comfort bc episode five

summary: when you went to london to check out rumors of a new vigilante superhero, you were very shocked to only find a mild-mannered gift shopist. you befriend him nonetheless, and are just about to call the tip a bust when one night, you hear loud noises in his apartment next door. when you break in to check on him, you don’t find your shy friend. instead, you come face-to-face with a snarky mercenary and his… giant skeleton bird? (good ending to endgame, reader can see khonshu for reasons tbd lol. comedic effect??? idk)

basically a girlboss x malewife fic with angst. reader is badass and steven and marc are sweethearts with unresolved trauma.

preview:

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” you said, holding a hand up. Steven- no, Marc, sighed exasperatedly, waiting. “You are a mercenary?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Just answer the damn question!”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Yes.” You sighed, leaning against the bookshelf.

“So what? Was Steven just an alibi?” you asked. You really hoped not. One, because he was sweet and kind and an absolute nerd. And two, because if he wasn’t, then that meant that Marc’s dedication to a cover was better than yours. And that simply would not stand.

“No, it’s more complicated than that. He’s, like, a facet of me. Another personality.” You perked up, visibly relieved.

“Oh, so he’s an alter? Like, you have DID?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Do you… Do you not know the name of your own personality disorder?” His silence spoke volumes. You chuckled under your breath, watching him stammer to try and recover from his fumble. You removed the gun from your waistband, preparing to set it on the table. In an instant, Marc had your wrist in a death grip, attempting to jostle the gun from you.

On instinct, you twisted under his arms, kicking out his legs. He rolled over and stood back up, kicking the gun from your hands.

You took a moment to analyze his fighting style, scanning him as he circled you. He was good, yes, but his form was sloppy. Basic US military training, most likely nothing specialized.

Taking one out of Nat’s book, you leapt up, wrap your thighs around Marc’s head, and flip him over, holding him in place as he thrashed on the floor.

“Shut up, holy fuck you are so damn loud Jesus fucking Christ,” you hissed. Eventually, he tapped your leg, wheezing.

“Truce,” he sighed. You rolled off of him, nodding.

“Yeah, truce.”

option four: the soldier and the scythe

ship: bucky x ex hydra! reader

genre: heavy angst, trauma, hurt and some comfort, healing

summary: all you’ve ever known are the walls of HYDRA. you’re the first joint project between the red room and HYDRA, an assassin with a reputation for perfection. you’ve been modified to resist conditions that would kill anyone else, trained to evaluate every situation and to slip away without a trace. you don’t have any weaknesses. except for your long-time partner. the winter soldier. and when a mission goes south and a man on a bridge stirs up memories in him, you’re stuck in the middle of a war between what you’ve been trained and brainwashed to do, and the man you trust more than yourself.

basically a deep dive into what happened to bucky barnes in HYDRA that turned him into the winter soldier and the lingering hold it has on you both. warning: will discuss abuse, PTSD, torture, dehumanization, and possibly sexual assault. it’s gonna be a heavy one.

preview:

Your room was quite literally the only place you had any semblance of privacy in HYDRA. If you could even call it a room. Four concrete walls, bright fluorescent lights that went out at 12:00, a tiny cot, a toilet in the corner with a sink and tiny mirror.

No cameras though. And that was all you could hope for.

With a sigh, you stripped off your tactical suit, grabbing a thin shirt and pants. You slipped them on, running a bent and broken comb through your hair. Not for your appearance. Hell, HYDRA had trained any care for your looks out of you years ago. But untangled hair was easier to braid back, as you’d found after they’d chopped out a large chunk of your hair one time.

You spot a glimpse of the mirror. Dark, tired eyes stare back at you. Your skin is sunken and dull, although the cut across your nose had stopped bleeding and was already almost fully scabbed over.

You tore your gaze away from the machine in the reflection, opening your door slightly. A freedom not afforded to most HYDRA soldiers. But as one of HYDRA’s prized experiments, well, you got a few privileges.

“Как ты думаешь, куда ты идешь? [Where do you think you’re going?]” a guard asks. You kept your eyes low.

“В гостях у Солдата. [To visit The Soldier.]” He begrudgingly nodded, and let you pass. Silently passing down the hallway, you stopped outside his door. Him. The Winter Soldier. Winter, as you knew him. One of HYDRA’s oldest and best assassins. They’d managed to drain most of the humanity out of him a long time ago. But not all of it.

You knocked.

He opened the door instantly. You both schooled your expressions as you stepped inside and he closed the door. Luckily, HYDRA didn’t care what it’s favorite killers did behind closed doors. As long as it didn’t interfere with your work.

“Are you alright?” he asked. Even though his memories were as jumbled as yours, he knew English was his first language. It was what he preferred to speak.

“I will be.” He sat down on his cot and you joined him, the rough fabric bending under the combined weight. He rested his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes.

A moment of reprieve in all of the blood.

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

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sassyhobbits · 3 years ago

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rowaelin with their first child and they get into that stranger anxiety phase and cry with everyone except when they're in their mothers arms and it's exhausting but also adorable but rowan sometimes feels like a bad dad because his kid doesn't want to be held by him so aelin has to reassure him and then some day this phase is finally over - prompt 😢🥺

ok i adored writing this one. dad rowan is so much fun to work with. i hope everyone enjoys!!

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In his over 300 years, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been awoken by many different things. Whether it was a call to battle while sleeping in a war tent, a summons from his queen late at night, or a lover trying unsuccessfully to disappear quietly before dawn. Yet, none of these manners of waking up had filled him with as much dread as he felt currently.

He was woken in the middle of the night by a shrill shriek coming from the room that adjoined the one he shared with Aelin. In the recent months, what had once been a leisure room had been converted to a nursery for their new baby girl.

It took three years after Aelin’s coronation before they decided to start trying to have a child. It took another year before they were successful. Rowan counted his blessings. He had seen plenty of Fae couples take decades before they finally conceived.

Eliora was four months old now, which meant four months of troubled sleep for both him and his mate.

Rowan was instantly on alert at the sound of his daughter’s cries. He knew that they were no more than a normal babe’s troubles, but his instincts made him tense anyways. He quickly sat up, looking down at his wife quickly to see if she had woken up. Luckily, she still slept, likely beyond exhausted from the mix of raising a child and ruling a kingdom. If Rowan was successful, she wouldn’t have to wake up at all.

He got out of bed and swiftly stepped into the nursery, coming before Eliora’s crib. Her tiny face was pinched up in dainty outrage, small limbs flailing as she cried. Rowan took a deep breath, sending a prayer up to the gods more out of habit than faith at this point, and picked his daughter from the crib. Hopefully, this would be the time he could get her to stop crying.

The little princess shrieked and protested whenever she was in anyone’s arms besides her mother’s. Rowan’s included.

“I’ve got you, my little light,” Rowan whispered to his daughter, cradling her tiny body to his bare chest and lowering himself onto the rocking chair they kept beside her crib. “Everything’s alright.”

Despite his soothing words, Eliora still continued to cry. It broke Rowan’s heart to hear, broke it even more to know that nothing he did could seem to calm her down.

“Please stop crying, love,” Rowan pleaded, threading his fingers through the fine, silvery-blonde hair growing on his daughter’s head. “Your mother is so tired and needs her sleep.”

Unfortunately, even begging didn’t seem to work.

Over the sounds of Eliora’s cries, he heard the door hinges creek, and the sound of bare feet scuffing over stone. Rowan glanced over, finding Aelin walking towards him. Exhaustion weighed down her beautiful face, but her eyes were still full of fondness at the sight of the two of them.

Rowan looked to her apologetically before his face crumpled in defeat. “I can’t get her to stop crying. I’m so sorry, Fireheart.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” she whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Give her to me.”

Rowan handed the squirming bundle of blankets to his wife. Aelin situated their daughter in her arms before she lowered herself on Rowan’s lap, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist, press a kiss to her shoulder, and begin to rock them.

Quickly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away. Her face unscrewed, looking at Aelin with those wide, Ashryver eyes that she had.

Aelin began to sing a low, Terrasenian lullaby as he continued to rock the three of them. It never ceased to amaze him how good she was with their daughter, how quickly she was able to sooth her temper. He only wished that he could do the same, that Eliora would look at him the same way she looked at Aelin and not scream and scream and scream.

Rowan’s heart was full of love as he watched Eliora’s eyes begin to droop shut at the soothing rocking motion and the sound of her mother’s voice. It wasn’t long before she was once again asleep, the night perfectly silent.

Rowan helped Aelin stand, keeping a hand against her back as she brought their daughter back to her crib and laid her down. Perfect. She truly was perfect.

A gentle hand on his arm drew his attention away from the slumbering babe. Aelin nodded her head towards their room and Rowan dutifully followed, shutting the door quietly behind them.

“I’m sorry, Fireheart,” Rowan said again, drawing Aelin into his arms and kissing her forehead. “I know you’re exhausted.”

“No more so than you.”

Rowan could only sigh, pressing his lips together tightly. His emotions were troubled, and he should have known that Aelin was going to notice. She leaned back slightly, peering up at his face.

“I know what you’re thinking, Rowan, and you’re wrong,” she said matter-of-factly.

Rowan wanted to believe her, but he couldn’t help but ask, “What am I doing wrong?”

He had faced many challenges over his years. Wars and battles and tortures. He had survived them all and came out victorious. And yet, the thing that brought him to his knees, was the fact that he couldn’t bring comfort to his own daughter when she needed it. A baby had finally defeated him.

“You know you’re not doing anything wrong,” Aelin said firmly. “The nurses said this happens sometimes. It’s not your fault.”

Rowan had heard this what felt like a thousand times. It did little to soothe his troubles.

Rowan was good at many things. He was a warrior and a general, had stepped confidently into the role of king consort. His hands could kill and heal and build, but they couldn’t get Eliora to stop crying. He couldn’t help but feel that, perhaps, being a father… wasn’t something that he was made for.

It broke his heart to think. He remembered how excited he was when they found out Aelin was finally pregnant, how they cried and kissed and clung to each other, whispering about the future. He had been ecstatic, but also terrified. He knew Aedion, who had welcomed his own son into the world a year before Aelin got pregnant, had felt the same before he was born. But, Aedion hadn’t had the troubles Rowan did. He had stepped into fatherhood gracefully, and his son loved him immensely.

“Hey,” Aelin said, a bit snappily. She put her hand on Rowan’s cheek and urged him to look at her. In those eyes was a familiar fire. “Stop that. I know what’s going through your head. You’re a wonderful father.”

Rowan sighed and hung his head, pressing Aelin’s hand more firmly against his cheek. “How can I be a good father if I have no idea what I’m doing?”

“Do you think I’m a bad mother?”

“What? Of course not.”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m doing either,” Aelin said. “Neither did Aedion or Lysandra. No new parent has any idea what they’re doing. It’s part of the job.”

She made it sound so easy. Aelin had always had a knack for that.

“I wonder if there’s some secret behind it,” Rowan mused as Aelin tucked herself back into his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso.

He felt his wife shrug. “I don’t know… but if there was, I think it would be to love them. To support them. To do everything in our power to make sure they’re happy.”

“I love Eliora more than life. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

“I know, love.” Aelin rolled on the tips of her toes and brushed a soft kiss against Rowan’s mouth. “Now, all you need to do is have patience.”

He chuckled. “Look at you. Who would have ever guessed that Aelin Galathynius would be lecturing me on patience.”

Her grin was a slash of white in the dark. “I’ve been told I’m wise beyond my years.”

“Who the hell has ever told you that?”

“People. Now, will you come back to bed with me?”

“Of course, Fireheart.”

They climbed back under the covers, pressing their bodies close. Aelin fell back asleep almost comically quickly. Rowan wasn’t far behind, holding his wife tightly throughout the night.

…

Another month went by and little changed. Both Rowan and his wife were getting little sleep during the night, leading to some groggy mornings. He had seen Aelin taking short naps at her desk or dozing off when an advisor spoke for too long. She would, of course, deny it if Rowan ever brought it up, so he wisely stayed silent.

Eliora still abhorred being held by anyone except Aelin. The fact that it wasn’t just him brought Rowan a bit of solace. His daughter cried when held by Lysandra or Fenrys or Elide. She had a particularly nasty meltdown last time Lorcan had held her.

“I know, sweet girl,” Aelin had murmured, taking Eliora from Lorcan. “I wouldn’t want to be that close to him either.”

Still, Eliora’s reactions didn’t deter Rowan from trying to hold and soothe her, though he had not yet been victorious. Patience, Aelin had said. It was easier said than done.

The sun had set below the Staghorns hours ago. Eliora was asleep in the nursery, Aelin was treating herself to a long soak in the tub, and Rowan sat in one of the plush armchairs they kept in their room, sharpening and polishing some of his blades.

It was an easy practice to get lost in. The simple, repetitive movements were a welcome distraction. A good way to cool down before bed.

However, his hands froze when he heard a tiny whimper sound from the nursery that quickly morphed into a shrill cry. Eliora.

Rowan placed his blades down on the low table before him, pushing to his feet and quickly striding into the nursery.

Eliora was wiggling as she wailed. Rowan wished he could read her mind so he knew exactly what was bothering her and how he could help. But, all he could do was take a deep, bracing breath and scoop his daughter into his arms.

“What’s wrong, little light?” Rowan whispered, carrying her over to the rocking chair. “What is it?”

Eliora’s only response was to continue crying.

Rowan sighed, wondering how much longer he had before Aelin got out of the bath and came in to calm Eliora down. He had seen Aelin do it countless times. She would take Eliora into her arms, smile down at her, start to whisper nonsense or sing a low lullaby. She made it seem so easy.

“Everything’s alright, Eliora,” Rowan murmured, switching to the Old Language. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you, little love.”

And then, something amazing happened.

Slowly, Eliora’s cries began to fade away to a whimper and then, to nothing at all. Rowan held his breath, worrying that one wrong move would put her back into a fit of hysterics. His daughter slowly opened her eyes and peered up at him.

Rowan smiled down at her. “You’re just as lovely as your mother. Just as stubborn, too.”

And then, as if she understood his little joke, Eliora flashed him a gummy smile. The shift in expression floored him. She had never given him a smile before.

Rowan felt his throat tighten and his eyes begin to burn, but he smiled back at the tears welled up. A tiny laugh escaped his throat. Finally, finally, he had done it.

Eliora’s chubby arms reached up. Rowan held out a finger, letting her wrap a tiny hand around it. He always forgot just how small she was.

“I love you more than you could possibly know, Eliora.”

He was too distracted by his daughter and the little grip she had on his finger to notice that Aelin had entered the nursery until she was almost upon them. Rowan looked up at his wife, knowing that his eyes were still watery and there were likely tear tracks streaking down his cheeks. Regardless, he beamed.

“It would seem, once again, that I was right,” Aelin said with a triumphant smirk.

“As you often are, my love.”

She laughed and dropped a kiss to his forehead before draping her arms over his shoulders, leaning over and watching their daughter, who was studying them with wide eyes. Once again, Eliora smiled. Rowan would never tire of the sight.

“She looks like you when she smiles,” Aelin mused.

“You think?”

She nodded slowly, reaching out and running her knuckles along the smooth curve of Eliora’s cheek. “I still can’t believe she’s ours. She’s just so… perfect.”

“Like her mother.”

Aelin snorted. “Kiss ass.”

“Maybe a little.”

They faded into silence, simply standing there, wrapped up in their little, blossoming family. They stood there until Eliora’s eyes fluttered shut once more and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. One she enjoyed for the entirety of the night.

Rowan didn’t know what he had done to deserve such bliss, but he knew it must have been something good.

#every time i write a baby fic im like #is it obvious that i know next to nothing about babies #rowaelin #my writing #tog

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