#elephant leather belt

[syoddeye]

the christmas party

ceo!price x reader / smut free / ~2.8k words

A very belated Christmas drabble thing. Definitely not inspired by real life events. 👀 Featuring a fem!Reader x Price, background Ghost x Soap, and Gaz, the incredi-boss. Might fuck around make this a series, we'll see! Maybe I'll clean it up and throw it on AO3, too.

CW: alcohol, substance abuse (mentioned) inappropriate comments from coworkers

You came to expect drama at the company Christmas party. It was as traditional as the optional White Elephant gift exchange, the hired group of carolers, and the ugly sweater competition.

Last year, a 'mystery' baggie of powder and a credit card belonging to the former Head of Sales was found in a bathroom stall. Two years ago, it was the unexpectedly raunchy dancing between an engineer and a project manager you swore hated each other. Three years ago, a division head went home with someone who was definitely not her spouse.

You'd seen a lot in your tenure. The good, the bad, the ugly, the hilariously mortifying.

Coming up on your fifth year with The 141 Group, you were a rarity. Most folks job-hopped. More power to them, no shame in gaining good experience after a year or two to leave for greener pastures. The fact you stuck around labeled you a 'veteran', a cheeky if not sensational label, though there were times you certainly felt like you'd seen war. Acquisitions. Rebrands. Reorgs. Yeesh.

But life at 141 suits you. You are an executive assistant, a good one. It helps that your direct supervisor and the VP of Finance, Kyle Garrick, a fellow 'vet', was an incredible boss. He lets you work from when you need to, doesn't micromanage, and treats you like a person, unlike other execs. He had faith in your ability to manage his calendar, prep materials, book travel - in short, you organized his work life. In return, whenever some new hire got too fresh with you, all it took was one teensy mention in a morning meeting, and by lunch, the offending party had only apologies for you. Most importantly, though, the job nets enough money to make rent and let you pursue your hobbies.

With years of Christmas parties under your belt, you were looking forward to tonight's low-grade yet cataclysmic event. Pre-gaming and primping at a fellow assistant's house, Jordan, you clasp the silver holly leaf pendant around your neck where it lies just above your modest cleavage. The dress code was simply 'Christmas Color', another tradition. Formal attire was expected, if not an unsaid requirement, which meant slipping into a gorgeous dark green dress you spied weeks ago in a boutique window. You thank yourself for earning that last pay bump to afford it because you look fantastic, in your humble opinion.

Lacing her leather Oxfords, Jordan gives a low whistle when you turn away from the mirror. "Like a big, sexy pine tree."

You smirk. "Thanks. Remind me why we both couldn't wear red tonight?"

"Because of the two of us, red is my color. Do I not look like some kind of holiday vampire?" She asks, standing with a sweeping gesture down at her deep, red velvet suit.  

"More bellboy, but-"

"Rude!"

The two of you lovingly bicker all the way out to the awaiting car. The 141 Group, ever mindful of its image, always reimbursed rideshares for its company parties. Given the amount of liquor that flowed at these events, it wasn't only generous but smart. Like the higher-ups needed a scandal. The car ferries you across town to the ritzy event space at a local art museum. Leaving your coats at the complimentary bag check, you enter the well-underway party.

The events team needs a raise, like yesterday. The sprawling space was completely done up. Several open bars, a champagne wall, a photo op with a to-scale Santa's Sleigh, and dining tables with place settings that probably rival a monarch. Silvery white birch trees enveloped in lights line the walls, with clusters of small fir trees fully decorated dotting the space. The dancefloor was already busy with a DJ fully dressed as Santa.

Four going on five years, and it was still quite the sight.

You gently elbow Jordan. "So. Cheesy themed cocktails first or canapes?" 

"Obviously drinks. I just saw one with an ornament in it!"

~~

Three hours in, it was a dead heat for Most Dramatic Event. Two separate calamities slowly built throughout the night.

At the nexus of the first, Chad from marketing was almost blacked out. After winning the ugly sweater with a true abomination of a sweater (working lights, a mini speaker, and an ungodly amount of sequins), he celebrated. A little hard. He bopped from open bar to open bar as the bartenders cut him off one by one. He was trying to convince a coworker to grab him another Mistletoe Martini, and it was progressively getting louder.

The second was from the rumor mill more than anything. Apparently, a developer named Scott brought the wrong gift for the exchange. As the story went, his wife used the same paper for an identically sized gift, one of a titillating nature, and now he was visibly paranoid that he nabbed the wrong one on the way out the door. The man stalked the pile of gifts as folks drew numbers.

Jordan bet on the first, and you bet on the second. From the corner, you watch, giggling behind a cup of Prancer's Punch.

The sound of your name drew your attention. Kyle, in a charcoal gray suit with a sleek snowflake tie bar and green tie, approaches with a Tiny Tim Collins in hand. Though you waved hello earlier in the night, he spent most of the evening in the company of who you deemed his 'buddies' - Johnny MacTavish, VP of Technology and Jordan's boss, and Simon Riley, the Chief Security Officer. You learned in your first month to leave the trio to it. 

"Having fun, are we?" Kyle grins and turns to observe the twin events. 

"I love this party. Every year, delivers just like Santa," Jordan gleefully said.

"Someone should stop them," You add, knowing nobody would. At least not Kyle.

And as if on cue, the man chuckles. "Not my circus, not my clowns."

The three of you chat, swapping bits of office gossip collected through the night. Not the most appropriate, but not the worst social crime, surely. You're the right amount of tipsy: warm and relaxed but solid.

The wager came up naturally.

"What do you want if you win, my pine tree?"

"Hmm. It's gotta be something outrageous but not a fireable offense. Hmm. Maybe I'll have you sing on a video call, pretend you thought you were on mute or something."

"...That's boring."   

"Do I want to know?" Kyle asks, sipping his drink. 

"We have a bet on who's gonna be this year's drama - Chad or Scott." You explain.

"Maybe I ought to get back…" Your boss said with a laugh. "Better not witness to whatever you two plan." 

"Might be for the best. Night, Kyle," You accept the brief hug from the man, then poke a finger against his chest. "Listen, if I get one DM about work during the holiday, I'm switching your coffee to decaf."

Kyle claps a hand over his heart as if he's been shot. "Monstrous. Fine, have it your way, no work during Christmas…Now, behave yourself, both of you." 

Watching him retreat back to MacTavish and Riley (who look quite cozy - perhaps another piece of gossip?), Jordan nudges you. "If I was into guys, that's who I'd be into."

"You and like fifty other people here," As Kyle's assistant, you're more than his Girl Friday; you're also a professional gatekeeper. You could wallpaper your apartment with the amount of cringy notes you've stopped from reaching his desk. 

"Not your type, then?" 

You whip your head back to Jordan, utterly horrified. "No way. Not that Kyle isn't an absolute dreamboat; he's just not my dreamboat. Plus, at this point, it would be so, so weird."

Jordan laughs. "Y'know, even though we've been work besties for a year, I don't think we've ever discussed this. What is your type? As dudes are not my specialty, I have no clue."

Your type, huh? As if you don't know. Your type's been the same for as long as you can remember. Big and brawny, the kind of guy who could haul you around. Dark hair. Well-groomed, well-dressed, well-endow–You could still make it onto the naughty list. 

Using better and cleaner terms, you relay this information to Jordan. 

"Huh. A man's man. Whodathunk–oh! Oh shit, look who it is!" The other woman pats your arm and gestures with a nod.

Joining Kyle and his buddies, is none other than John Price - CEO of The 141 Group. Fashionably late (very fashionably late), yet another tradition. Adorned in a Santa red suit jacket and a matching red tie, he somehow makes the boring dress code dashing. Flanking him is a pair of bodyguards. He's just in time for the wager to come to a head. 

God, he looks good. 

As Kyle's assistant, you see John fairly regularly. Not that he sees you. No one above a certain pay grade sees assistants. You kind of just blend right on in. Not even Mr. Riley, whom you've been introduced to a dozen times by Kyle himself, recalls your name. When you tag along to meetings to take notes for the boss man, you assume you're on the same level as a lamp or plant. That doesn't mean you haven't ogled John Price before. Kind of hard to not to, what with his commanding presence. You're kind of ogling him right now.

"Wow, you really do have a type," Jordan hums with a shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," You hiss into your drink and look away, just in time to see Chad from marketing lift a gift box-shaped ice sculpture and smash it onto the ground next to one of the open bars with a frustrated yell. The poor bartender and caterers jump back, and the music scratches to a halt. A thick silence fell over the party, impressive for a crowd of over a hundred, and your eyes flick to Mr. Price.

He glares daggers in Chad's direction, then nods at the taller of his bodyguards. Without hesitation, the man crosses the event space toward a petrified, drunk-crying Chad. As the guard hauls him away, your coworker, or former coworker, you assume, bursts into ugly tears and then disappears from sight. But your eyes are still on John, whose gaze turns to the DJ. The music starts again, as does the chatter. 

"Fuck yes," Jordan giddily whispers. 

"Well, shit."

"You know what this means, don't you?"

"...Unfortunately, yes. Yes, I do," You sigh and down the rest of your drink. "Before you swing the axe, let me grab another punch."

"Hurry back, I've got my thinking cap on," Jordan impishly smirks. 

With a groan, you make your way to the nearest open bar. One far from Chad's little tantrum. Most folks are on the dance floor at this hour, leaving this particular bar quiet. Waiting in line behind other tipsy coworkers, a clearing throat behind you grabs your attention. 

"D'you have a recommendation?" A low, gravelly voice from all your best dreams asks. 

You turn, and the sweet Hallmark-worthy image that blossomed in your mind in the last two seconds promptly morphs into a nightmare. Not a running-for-your-life nightmare, but a you're-the-only-naked-person-in-class nightmare. Laughable, considering the topic of conversation not three minutes ago.

John Price stands tall behind you, arms crossed, testing the fabric of his red suit jacket. He smells like tobacco and something spicy, and his eyes are a shade of blue you hadn't noticed before. You never got this close. They narrow slightly, and you realize you haven't answered him.

"Prancer's Punch." The name sounds cornier aloud.

"Hmm. Brandy or rum?" He sounds unimpressed. Was he unimpressed?

You're quicker to answer this time. Except, you babble. "It's, uh, made with dark rum. It's delicious. I've had a few. The cranberry juice isn't too tart, compliments the sparkling wine and–It's good."

Santa, run me over with your reindeer.

Kyle would be humiliated to have heard all of that. You are humiliated for having said all of that.

To your surprise though, the corner of John's mouth hooks in a smirk, then he chuckles. "How many qualifies as 'a few'?" 

You, apparently committed to acting moronically, answer honestly. "Five." 

It gets you an actual laugh this time. His hand raises up to scritch at his cheek, flashing the band of a watch you're certain is worth more than your life, then juts his chin forward slightly. "You're up, miss."

"Oh, no, Mr. Price, I insist, please-" You start to sidestep to let him up in line, but his hand lowers immediately and stretches out to stop you. He doesn't touch you, but the hair of your arm stands up at the proximity. 

John smiles again, and his head tips toward you. "I insist. Join me, Miss…?"

"Mr. Price?" A voice suddenly interrupts. The taller bodyguard that removed Chad steps up and steals away Mr. Price's attention. "The problem's been dealt with. Regarding…"

You don't hear the rest of the conversation because you hurriedly ask for a punch and bolt back to Jordan. 

And Jordan saw everything. Your heart is racing, and you miss half of her teasing. 

"You made him laugh. Twice. I don't think I've ever seen him smile, let alone laugh." 

"Because I basically admitted to being drunk!"

"Calm down, you're not, you're solid," She reassures. "Besides. You saw that death glare at Chad. If he was upset, I reckon you'd be on the receiving end of one of those."

You groan and take a swig of punch. You hope you've had enough of the good stuff to burn away the memory of your embarrassing rambling. You look back to Jordan to say something and find your friend once again grinning devilishly at you.

"I just thought of what I want for my victory."

Any time, Santa. Put me out of my misery.

"What?"

"So…You know #AskPrice?" 

You know where this is going, and your eyeballs nearly bulge out of their sockets. "Jordan. Please. No. Do not make me post something stupid there." 

#AskPrice was the name of the open channel at work. Anyone across the company could post questions for Mr. Price to answer. More often than not, it was a venue for bootlickers and kiss-asses to rain praises and share bad proposals. Rarely was there a legitimate question or a good idea.

"Darling, of course not. I have something far funnier in mind," She started, and you swore you saw the flames of hell itself in her eyes. "You're going to direct message Mr. Price and ask what he wants for Christmas." 

Jaw, meet floor. "Absolutely not!"

Jordan laughs and hooks an arm around your neck, pulling you in. "Come on. It's harmless. Believe me, I considered making you send a selfie or asking if you're on the naughty or nice list."

"He could fire me!"

"For what? It's just a question! He always says we're welcome to DM him."

To be fair, Mr. Price did say that at the end of every company-wide call or in email announcements. He always harps on 'transparency' and 'open channels of communication', hence #AskPrice. To your knowledge, however, no one ever takes him up on that, at least at your level.

"Jordan…Mercy. Please."

"My sweet pine tree, you lost fair and square," She releases you and pats your shoulder. "If it makes you feel better, I bet he gets a thousand messages a day. The notification will get lost in the noise."

It doesn't take much more prodding and encouragement from Jordan. Your phone ends up in your hand, and you tap into the chat app. Your hand shakes a little when you pull up John's username and open the message dialogue. 

johnprice - invisible Hi, Mr. Price. I was wondering what you want for Christmas?

Short and to the point. Jordan calls it 'boring', but you're already putting your neck on the line for a stupid wager. You're not risking anymore by dressing it up. Bet fulfilled, you press send, quickly turn notifications off, and shove your phone back into your little purse. Jordan rewards you with a squeeze to the shoulder.

"That was terrifying." You whine.

"That was a rush. Come on. Let's dance." 

~~

The next morning, when you're all but molded to your couch and housing takeaway, there's a little ping from your phone. It's the chime of the chat app.

"Kyle, for the love of everything, it's Sunday–"

You nearly drop your phone.

johnprice - invisible Hi, Mr. Price. I was wondering what you want for Christmas? > World peace. > I'd settle for a drink, though.

[drdemonprince]

do u know of any good thrift stores in Chicago

Elliott Consignment on Broadway in Lakeview is fantastic for fancier pieces -- good shoes, button-up shirts you can wear to a job interview, a nice peacoat, a fisherman's sweater, leather pieces, etc.

Just down the street one block is The Xchange, which is the radical opposite: super-cheap t-shirts and sneakers, tank tops, windbreakers, sporty comfy stuff in a lot of colors and truly affordable.

Brown Elephant on Belmont is a treasure trove of gorgeous furniture and some really interesting, trendy clothing finds. Here you can get a desk, a couch, a chain bracelet, a funky vintage t-shirt, and maybe some sunglasses.

Salvation Army Family Store on Clyborn is truly massive, filled to the gills with all kinds of clothing, accessories, media, and home goods and is deliciously easy to steal from. Take the second fitting room from the front window and shove your tags in the hole in the wall. Wearing some cute denim shorts and a snakeskin print belt I stole from them right now.

Buffalo Exchange on Clark in Andersonville has your cool reliable pieces: colorful Chuck Taylors, white Doc Martens, bags, accessories, joggers, eternally youthful stuff.

Brown Elephant on Clark (two blocks up from Buffalo Exchange) is your place for picture frames, pots and pans, art supplies, and it has a room of selected fancier clothing and jewelry pieces that can be a great deal too.

Salvation Army on Broadway and Montrose is the spot for home appliances (I got a $250 stick vaccuum there for $40!) and simple staples: flannels, jeans, sweatshirts, your everyday basics. They have no fitting room so just steal.

[tw1l1te]

The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 3

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft and domestic, suggestive themes

You walk out of the bathroom, clad in Sky’ old Skyloft tunic and trousers, dirty clothes in your arms. You walk back into your room and stuff the clothes in your pack, noting to wash them the next time you get the chance.

You hear a soft knock at the door, noticing that Legend was leaning up against it.

“Old Man just wanted me to let you know that we’re leaving at dawn, towards Castle Town. Apparently we have some business to discuss with the resistance.”

Legend takes a moment to take in your form. The tunic Sky gave you was practically falling off of you.

“Oh for the love of- You need a belt… at least till we find you clothes that actually fit you.”

Legend leaves your room and comes back a second later with a leather belt. He walks right up to you and wraps it around your waist, tightening it enough to hold the tunic in place, but not tight to the point you couldn’t breathe. Adjusting the fabric, you hum at how much more comfortable the tunic feels on you.

“Better?” you nod “Good.” you expect him to leave, but he doesn’t. He takes your hands in his and looks at them. His hands are soft yet battered with scars and nicks, and callosed from holding swords for years.

He looks back up at you, searching for something in your eyes, but you can’t tell what.

“Leg? You ok?” you ask, starting to get worried about the lack of words from him.

You don’t expect him to kiss your hand, eye contact not straying from yours. You felt your entire body get hot, this moment feeling so intimate and yet, so natural. It was hard to pinpoint.

“Whatever happens, whatever you decide to do, I’m gonna do my absolute best to protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you Y/n, you hear? I promise you.” he whispered. 

You bring up one of your hands to brush through his blonde-pink bangs, and place a soft kiss on his forehead, staying there for a few seconds longer.

“I know, bunny. I know.”

~

That night was sleepless for you. You were up before anyone else, fastening supplies onto your pack and taking note of what you needed to get on your next supply run.

One by one, the heroes woke up and made their way downstairs, surprised at how early you woke up, as you typically were one of the last ones to be awake.

By about 6 in the morning, you were well on your way out of Ordon Village. You were walking alongside Wars and Four, both of whom were a bit too tired to hold a conversation, but you were more than ok with that. You needed some space to think.

What was up with Sky? Especially in the bathroom? You know things have been tense with the Shadow and constantly adventuring, but it seemed like Sky had something on his mind. You needed to find out some time soon, it kept gnawing at you.

And in terms of the other elephant in the room… you were still so lost. What were you supposed to do? You couldn’t just leave the chain, as if the past year and a half was a fun adventure or game. This… this was your life now… but you didn’t belong here. You saw how townsfolk looked at you, even sneering at you for managing to catch the heroes’ eyes. As much as everyone reminded you that you were one of them… you knew you weren’t. You weren’t involved in an ancient prophecy, wielded the triforce, or even came from any of their eras. You were nobody.

~

“But anyways, this bigass fish just came outta NOWHERE and I started slashing at it and using my hook to swing on top of it-” “Wind, stop overwhelming Y/n, I can tell she already got lost at the part with the redeads.” Twilight chuckled, throwing a smile your way “Plus we arrived at Castle Town.”

Castle Town was BUSY. Everyone was bustling about, trying to hit their sale markers for the day, advertising their goods and services. You saw an ancient wares and magical items shop, but Twilight quickly ushered you deeper into the town. You’d have to check it out later.

Entering a quieter alleyway, you make your way down a set of stairs leading to a bar in a corner, no doubt being where this “resistance” acclimated. You remembered playing the game and having a hard time finding it, but you liked the little quest. Despite being in Twilight’s Hyrule twice since you first met the chain, you’ve never actually went into Telma’s Bar. 

“Link? Is that really you?” Telma exclaimed, eyes wide open with disbelief. “Didn’t think I’d see you so soon!! I see you brought some friends along?” She said, looking at the boys and then at you “And a partner?” she asked in a teasing tone.

Twilight waved his hands “Ah, no! We’re not like that. These are all my traveling companions. We just came by to see if Shad and Ashei were around.”

Telma’s eyes flashed in recognition. She knew why we were here.

“They’re in the back, they’ve been here since last night. They’ve been expecting you, actually.” She said, towel drying a glass. You all thank her, walking to the end of the hallway.

Opening the door, you see Ashei and Shad hunched over a map, notebooks and books scattered across the table.

“Ashei!” you exclaim, you haven’t seen her in ages, especially since portal-hopping so often.

She gives you a tight hug, smiling at you “How have you been Y/n? Hope Link hasn’t been too rough with ya.” you giggle at her remark, waving her off.

“Nah he’s all good, just a bit stinky per usual,” you chuckle, throwing a wink back at Twilight.

“Y’all are actin’ as if i'm not ‘ere.” he laughed in disbelief, playing along with your joke.

Ashei rolls her eyes, pulling you along to look over the table.

“Alright, anyways, why you’re all here. So, we’ve been lookin’ at the map for a bit and compared our notes with the research team. They said there was a strong pull coming from the Arbiter’s Grounds, located in the desert. Link, I know you were last there with the Twilight Mirror, did you see any other mirror-like objects?” Ashei asks, deep in concentration.

“No. Last time I was there, the Twilight Mirror was destroyed as soon as-” he takes a breath. “As soon as I finished the job.” He says, a far off look in his eyes.

As soon as Midna left him, he meant.

“Right. Ok. Well, Shad did a little more digging and got permission to access Hyrule’s archives, even the forbidden section. Apparently, something deeper is goin’ on.” Ashei gestured at Shad, urging him to continue.

“Ahem, right. I looked through the historical texts in order to see the background and history of the desert, specifically the Arbiter’s Grounds. I looked for hours on anything unusual or anything I didn’t know before, but there was nothing. However, when I got access to the forbidden archives, there were tons of unpublished and banned texts, almost as if…” he trailed off.

“Nobody wanted the public to know.” Time finished, starting to piece things together. 

“Correct. So, after reading a bit, turns out there was, or possibly IS another mirror. However, not to the Twilight Realm or a time travel mirror. This one, apparently, to whole other dimension.”

You breathed out, not sure the last time you took a breath. This was a lot, but you had to hear the rest of it.

“The trip itself can take a few weeks, especially since warp locations have disappeared years ago. You’ll need to head to the Arbiter’s Grounds and find a way deeper underground. The map in the book says there’s a whole other tunnel system underneath what has been uncovered during the Twilight Siege.”

“The mirror itself was built by some cult. No one knows the name of it or if its still active, as the mirror was said to be built thousands of years ago, possibly even before the Twilight Mirror itself. The pages on the cult itself have been long ripped out, so as of right now its impossible to know how the mirror itself was made, their motives, and history of the cult.”

The room stayed silent, everyone taking information in as it was thrown at them. Legend was deep in thought, fiddling with his rings, a nervous habit you’ve noticed.

Time and Wars were looking at each other, almost communicating silently. 

Twilight had has hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you or him, it was unclear.

Wind and Hyrule looked worried, unsure of the implications of the cult.

Four’s eyes kept flickering back and forth, as if he was conversing with the colors in his head.

Sky was biting his fingernails, another habit that you noticed from him.

Wild just seemed dazed, looking through you as if he was remembering something.

You just stared at the map, needing a few seconds to process. Holy shit. You might actually be going home.

“You alright, Y/n?” Time asked, placing a hand on your other shoulder. You nodded, not looking away from the map.

Before you could say anything, Twilight stated “Thanks Ashei, Shad. We’re gonna need to discuss a bit before we can go ahead. I assume y’all will still be here for a lil’?” he asked, waiting for confirmation from the two. They both nodded, leaving Twilight to usher you out back towards Telma’s Bar, the others following behind you two.

You all sit down at the bar, Wars ordering a few drinks for all of you, and sliding a pouch of rupees towards Telma as payment.

“Before you start getting guilty about changing our course, don’t. We want to help you, Y/n.” Time stated, not looking away from you.

He knew exactly what you were thinking, it seems.

“But its not your responsibility for you guys to take me home, or lead me there. It’s my responsibility.” you said, voice cracking. “Hell, I wasn’t even supposed to be here, I fell through the portal on accident, and I don’t know how the hell it even landed in my reality to begin with. You guys are supposed to focus on getting to the Shadow, not help me get home because I’m homesick.”

Wars sighed “Y/n, if it were anyone else in the group, we’d help them get home, no matter what. We’re a team. You’re one of us, so we’re going to do this for you. We don’t have to, but we WANT to. We want to help you get home.” He said, giving you a small smile in attempt to console you. 

You nodded, “Fair enough, I suppose. I’m not in charge of what y’all wanna do, but don’t do it because you feel like you owe me something.” you said, taking a swig of the alcohol. You needed to loosen up.

No one mentioned it out loud, but they knew what they were all thinking. After all, they are reincarnations of each other in some ways.

They’d do anything for you, you didn’t have to lift a finger and they’d do it. No questions asked.

You didn’t know that though. You just saw them as being too trusting and good for their sakes.

~

“Fuck my ears feel heavy!” you giggled, your face was all pink and you knew you were tipsy.

“I think I'm shrinking Y/n,” Four panicked, gripping his locks in his hands. 

“You’re Minish, Four. You’re naturally shrunken.” Legend mumbled, staring off into the half empty glass.

“Fuck, you’re so right.” Four groaned.

You leaned against Time, looking up through your lashes. 

“I think you’re realllll handsome, blondie.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmmm!! It’s not fair. I want them golden locks of yours.”

“Other’s in the group have blonde hair as well?”

“They do??”

You take a look at the others, realizing your mistake “Oh.”

You turn back at him and sigh dreamily “But you’re just so…. Ugh!!! Like a…. Um…. hell I don’t know. I’m not good at metaphors and stuff. You’re just hot. Yeah. Real hot,” you say, swirling your drink for the millionth time that night.

Time just stayed silent, but could feel the blush creeping up his neck. You were drunk, it didn’t mean anything…. But it did. It always did when it came from you, drunk or not.

“Alright, off to bed, you. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.” he said, collective groans coming from around the bar.

He made eye contact with Telma and slid over an extra 20 rupees for dealing with everyone’s shenanigans, mouthing a silent “thank you” at her. 

Without another word, he slung you over his shoulder and carried you upstairs, where Telma added some renovated rooms in the past few years, proving to be very helpful with the current situation, as he didn’t want to carry you outside for a few blocks to the nearest inn. 

He was gentle with you when he laid you in bed, but your arms were still around his shoulders, refusing to loosen up.

“You gotta sleep, sunshine. We gotta leave early again tomorrow.”

“Mmhh… stay with me?” you asked, slightly sleepy from the alcohol in your system.

Time considered for a moment. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

“Of course, scootch over.”

Time slipped his boots off and took off the breastplate and shoulder pieces of armor off, setting it against the dresser to put back on in the morning. You didn’t once look away. You couldn’t.

Your feelings have been so complicated with the chain the past few months. The past few weeks especially. You keep having… moments with them. Not tense, no, more… romantic or intimate. That wasn’t even how you wanted to describe it, but you couldn’t come up with anything else. You weren’t sure if you were reading into it too much, or hoping your 12-year old self was living her fantasy of being with her favorite character, but…. part of you hoped it was true. So when Time turned around, you were standing chest-to-chest with him, or rather chest-to-face as you were at least a foot shorter than him. Curse your genetics and lack of tallness.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Y/n, I didn’t see you-” “Time, what’s been going on with you?” 

When you were drunk, you didn’t like to beat around the bush. But even with several drinks in your system, you’ve never felt more sober.

“I don’t follow.”

“Oh, I think you do. You’ve been acting off around me. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something?-”

“No, nothing like that-”

“Did I make you uncomfortable? Did I do or say something to make you upset with me?-”

“Y/n, no I-”

“If I did please just be honest with me because I might leave-”

He kisses you, deeply. You can feel your tears spilling from your waterline, fat pearls pouring over. You close your eyes, relishing this moment, praying to Hylia this wasn’t a dream or some mind game. You needed him. You needed them. 

You whimper into the kiss, throwing your arms around his neck, him groaning softly in response. His hands are gripping your waist, pulling you closer to him, as if he’s stopping you from running away. Leaving him.

You both hesitantly pull away, a string of saliva connecting you. You flutter your eyes open, looking at Time’s blown out eyes, him slightly panting. 

“I like you.” you blurt out, not wanting to waste another moment.

He chuckles at that, “You don’t say.”

You giggle, smacking his shoulder and muttering “asshole”.

With that, you both strip your outer layers and leave on your under tunics and pants, Time turning off the light while you get under the blankets.

You start undoing the small ponytail you made in the morning to keep your hair out of your face, but Time instead starts undoing it, leaving you to put your hands in your lap, waiting for him to finish. He places the ribbon on the nightstand and kisses your shoulder. 

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

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[the-fiction-witch]

Formalities

Media The Queens Gambits

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Flirty Af + Mild Smut

Warnings Drug use

I giggled running after the other girls, I wasn't sure where we were going, or where we were but that sort of thing was par for the course. The other girls ran off without me but I spotted a ladies' room so I ushered myself in and shut the door behind me. I spotted myself in the mirror taking a good look at myself for the first time in ... I wasn't sure how long. 

My white plastic knee-high boots hugged my legs tightly, my tights so ripped and laddered little remained of them, my black sleeveless shift dress tight to my withering body, a white plastic belt around my waist with a round buckle, my little wrist high white gloves, my necklace long gone, earrings too, my make up smudged and muddled into nothing but madness, my hair still stiff half up and half down with my white clip to pin the back. 

In a moment of clarity, I threw away my tights, wiped off my makeup and washed my face with the sink's water and soap, I took my little comb from my white leather clutch bag and fixed what little needed to be repaired on my hair, I dried my face and fixed my smokey eye shadow high to, my two liner lines one at my eyelid the other at the crest of my eye where my eye shadow ended, I added a slight blush to my cheeks and nose tip leaving my freckled exposed, I added mascara to my already fake lashes both top and bottom, and I grabbed my black lipstick so dark and dense as well as my white lip liner, I lined my lips perfectly and then added the lipstick blending the two with my finger to create a sort of gradient to my lips. I spritzed enough of my perfume to drown an elephant and refilled my bag before heading back out following the direction the other girls had gone. 

I soon picked up on the music playing and found myself in an art Deco-style bar, with carpets,  a grey floor with dancing people, and a bar littered with people, I found my way to the floor setting my handbag on the floor to dance around, I found the other girls I had spent my time with even if I didn’t even know their names. They greeted me with a smile and handed me a drink which I quickly had and joined the dance. 

My mind became fuzzy, the vibration of the music through the floor, time seemed to slow, like all that existed in the world was myself and the music as I danced. 

In a moment of clarity, I looked across the bar, as they offered me another drink. 

I saw him across the bar, and sat on one of the stools. He had a pair of black shined shoes, a pair of black jeans tight to his legs, a black t-shirt with some silver chains hung low, a green button down with only two or three of the bottom buttons done up, he had a thick leather trench coat over him and a cowboy hat on the bar beside him, He had fluffy blonde hair and a gracing of facial hair, his brown eyes seeming to linger on me as I danced. I smiled at him as I danced having some more of my drink, He smirked watching me, and taking a drink of his own beer. 

I passed the drink along and continued to dance for a while until I felt a hand across my arm. 

His hand stroked across my arm gently up towards my shoulder so I moved back to press us together. I was utterly lost in the music and movements feeling him grind against my back and I often did it back to him too, his hands often stroked my arms and waist guiding our dance to the music, his jacket gone often the cold of his chains and rings would make me jump a little, I could smell his teakwood scented aftershave, often feel his facial hair tickling against my skin when he would move closer to my exposed neck, I often found my hand moving back to twist my fingers in the locks of his hair. 

“You’re a good dancer.” He whispered in my ear

“I have a good partner” I smirked back just as the bottle found its way to my hand again I went to drink but he grabbed the bottle 

“Don’t.” He warns 

“Why not?”

“It’s not just beer” 

“I know” I giggled

“Don’t.” He warns “I think I’d like to dance with you sober”

“Really?”

“For me baby” he whispered 

I blushed and passed on the bottle without taking a sip continuing to dance getting more intense 

“Good girl” he smirked 

“Can we dance?”

“Of course, we can” 

We danced getting closer and closer his hands wandering up and down my body his fingers gently stroking across my bottom lip 

“You’re beautiful” he cooed 

“I don’t know if you are handsome or not, haven’t looked at you.” 

“Why don’t you?”

“Why should I? We’re just dancing” 

“What if we wanna do more than dance?”

“Boys often don’t wanna do more than dance”

“Who said I was a boy?” He whispered, “What do Men want?”

“Men? Well they often want more than a dance” I smirked as I slowly turned to face him, the boy from the bar but his jacket gone left with his hat and his beer at the bar 

“Hi” 

“Hi” I giggled lazily wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body tight to his so much I felt the cold sting of his belt through my dress “Handsome” I smiled 

“You flatter me Baby” He smirked wrapping his arms around my waist his hands on the opposite hip guiding me as I danced our grinding only got more intense “I never caught your name?”

“I didn’t throw it.”

“Humm Guess you didn’t” he smirked stroking his hands down my ass

“Who needs the formalities? We're only dancing” I whispered playing with the tiny thin hair on his chin 

“Maybe I think we’ve danced enough” he whispered touching his nose to mine 

“You can never dance enough” I smirked running my hand down his chain and letting my body slip down his by the time my hand met the buttons on his shirt my head was at his belt but he forced me back to his eyes “Will you tell me your name?”

“Why? Do we need the formalities?” he smirked back “Benny. Benny Watts”

“Benny. Benny. Benny” I giggled nuzzling into his neck

“Do I get to know about you?” he whispered pulling us even closer 

“Y/n” 

“Y/n” he smirked “A name as beautiful as the rest of you” He cooed

“You flatter me” I smiled taking his hand and spinning out and he quickly spun me back into his chest 

“Come and stay in my room tonight”

“What?”

“Come up and stay in my hotel room tonight.”

“Oh? And do what?” 

“More than dance baby” he smirked 

“Okay” I smiled

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” I giggled 

“Come on” He smirked we grabbed our stuff and he wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me through the hotel and up to one of the bedrooms, it was an impressive room and I giggled and collapsed on the bed. “Comfy baby?” he smirked 

“I didn’t know I was in a hotel”

“Didn’t you?” he asked

“No” I giggled

“You do know you in Las Vegas right?”

“Am I?” I giggled “Cosmic” 

“I think you need to get to bed.” he said going through his bag “Here you can borrow my shirt tonight,” he said handing over a shirt from his bag “Get yourself to bed,” 

“Will you come and cuddle?” 

“Absolutely baby” he smirked stripping off and climbing in the bed as I did too “Come on bed”

“Okay” I giggled cuddling up to him and I fell asleep almost immediately. 

[avaantares]

Guardian Bonus Bingo: Swelter

Sliding in under the wire for @guardianbingo prompt "swelter" (posted late because I was out of the country and my return flight got canceled, so I got home a day later than planned).

This is a scene for the ever-growing monolith Picture Imperfect, my Alternate First Meeting YOHE fic which has now snowballed to well into six figures 😅 because I absolutely can't keep a plot simple to save my word count. Although the story premise itself was inspired by a 2023 Guardian Bingo prompt, I've added more than 30 chapters and 100K words since writing the initial treatment, so I think it's fair to work new prompts into various additional chapters where appropriate. (I'm just trying to get a few more things cleaned up before I start posting regularly so I don't have to take long breaks between updates. It's really coming, I promise!)

In this story, ZYL falls into the past at a slightly different point, and though Fu You and Ma Gui trust him, Hei Pao Shi is convinced that "Kunlun" is an enemy spy (among other things). Despite his suspicions, the two are ordered to work together on a mission behind enemy lines. They are en route when this scene occurs.

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Their journey continued uninterrupted—and largely unbroken by speech, though Zhao Yunlan made an effort every so often—until they came within view of a rutted wagon track the following afternoon. Hei Pao Shi glanced up and down the road, scanning for travelers, and seemed about to continue on their way when Zhao Yunlan called, “Hold up a minute.”

Hei Pao Shi glanced back to where he’d stopped, but said nothing.

Zhao Yunlan planted his hands on his hips and stretched his back, which ached as though an elephant had been sitting on it. “Look, I’m as athletic as the next guy, but we’ve been marching since daybreak, and I’m not used to going this many kilo—er, li on an empty stomach. Why don’t we stop for a minute and have something to eat and drink?” He pointed to a few stunted trees growing a short distance away. “There’s a little shade here, and from the look of the landscape up ahead, it’s going to be the last break from the sun we have for a while.”

Hei Pao Shi hesitated, but Zhao Yunlan knew he wouldn’t need to press hard to get his way. Hei Pao Shi had thrown his hood off long before the sun had reached its zenith, and Zhao Yunlan had glimpsed the sheen of sweat on the lower half of his face whenever they had been walking abreast. Although he had never broken pace, the layers of black leather and fabric had to be suffocating under the sun’s steady rays. Even Zhao Yunlan, who had so little body fat that he routinely layered long sleeves with vests or jackets to insulate himself from summer air conditioning, had shoved the fur collar into the top of his pack hours before and tugged the front of his robes open halfway to his navel. It might be slightly indecent for the times, but it wasn’t like there were any young ladies around to be scandalized. Just Shen Wei—and considering how often he’d helped Zhao Yunlan bathe and dress during his time of blindness, he hardly counted anymore.

Not that this Shen Wei had ever seen Zhao Yunlan without a shirt, but still. Communal bathing existed in this era, didn’t it? Though he doubted there were many public bathhouses operating in a society that had nearly been destroyed by a catastrophic meteor impact…

While Zhao Yunlan mused about standards of propriety, Hei Pao Shi evidently came to a decision and marched off toward the cluster of trees. Zhao Yunlan hurried after, only to find that the shelter offered by the spindly grove was hardly worthy to be called shade. Sun dappled the hard-baked earth between the trees, whose leaves were too ragged and sparse to block it out.

“Well, I guess it’s still better than out there,” Zhao Yunlan sighed, swinging his pack to the ground. His clothes where the pack had rested were sticky with perspiration, and he divested himself of his belt and shoulder holster so he could peel the layers of fabric off his skin and let them dry a little.

Across the patch of shade, Hei Pao Shi had his head tilted back to drink from his waterskin. His exposed neck was flushed and damp, and sweat glued strands of hair to his skin. “Xiao Hei, you’re going to sweat all that water out before we even make it back to the road,” Zhao Yunlan observed. “Why don’t you take some of that off?”

Hei Pao Shi glanced over, still drinking, and nearly choked when he saw Zhao Yunlan stripped to the waist. He coughed for a good ten seconds before he managed to sputter, “Take what off?”

Zhao Yunlan blinked at him in unconcealed surprise. He hadn’t banked on the sight of his body horrifying Shen Wei—he’d set that aside for his ego to unpack later—but for the first time, Hei Pao Shi had spoken to him without open disdain, apparently shocked into forgetting how much he hated “Kunlun.” He hadn’t even noticed the Xiao Hei, and Zhao Yunlan had expected some kickback on that one.

It was progress, of a sort.

[buzzybee3]

I’ve been on a trip in Mexico. I now have ideas for a chapter. Might just rearrange it for keeping it cleaner but just- the bois-

This is very long. Encapsulated two weeks of my life. Read at your own risk.

(Tw for almost throwing up. Fish carcass. (Unrelated) And a few other questionable but not really things.)

Greenhouse au ideas

•Going to Guadalajara. Also reader has larger family/ is traveling with a large group for the first half. And yes they are technically Hispanic. Or in non Hispanic terms, you passed Spanish class.

- On the first day you buy a bracelet because it reminds you of sun and he is ecstatic. Later you buys one that reminds you of moon.

- There is a swimming pool that is see through so it looks like an aquarium tank.

- You swim there with family/group. Boys watch and have fun. (100% dressed in the outfits sun-e-chips made for their waterspark au) You pretend to be a mermaid. Sorta. You raced some people one on one and lucky you, you won like 50% of the time! Almost drowned at some point but you tried to make sure the boys didn’t realize. They did. That was a fun night. (No it wasn’t)

- The next day you buy a cowboy hat, a leather belt, some leather boots, and a phone holder to attach to the belt, also made of leather. Sun had a field day with that. And then bought all the same things to match, and you love it.

- they go to the beach and you swim in the waves. That day you end up only spending half of the day in the water. When the sun goes down there’s a thunderstorm and sun almost dies trying to get your attention to get you out of the water (yes he is sorta water resistant but he got scared for your safety and you were relaxing too much.

- The next day you all end up going to crab island. The water is clear there and you swim for a few minutes but you hate it because there are a ton of crabs.

- When you go back to the beach you end up brushing along something, it happens a lot, so you pick it up to see what it is and it��s a fish carcass, half of it at least. The tail. 30 minutes later your sister/close female friend finds the exact same carcass.

- It’s horrifying. You end up staying in the water until sundown.

- They go to Islan del Río Nayarit and climb cristo Rey (you die lmao)

- There’s a kid on the way up in one of the houses. Your mom/some older women, asks if he can help them the way up. He says ‘if you don’t kidnap me I’ll help you!’

- This makes you and sun laugh because no one here has need for more or any kids.

- There are a ton of cats.

- (The climb back down they are very worried because your legs are shaky. Shouldn’t have tried to show off your strength climbing a mountain, Jesus.)

- On the trip from cristo Rey to tequila they are trapped in the car for hours but the air is fine. They are in a giant bus/car thing. It fits 19 people not including the driver, plus all of their suitcases so there’s a good amount of space.

- Los dos carnales by el envidioso plays in the background while you start to focus on what’s happening. Around the end of the song someone make it louder so it feels like the intro to a movie. The three of you (you, sun and moon) joke about that.

- We move to a different bus but forget to say bye to the og driver.

- You thinks about him (no not og driver. He will be revealed later in the story) But are reminded that you have sun and moon now. And are happy. Because there are no seatbelts you sit with the boys. They are your seatbelt.

- For the last 9 days they stay at European lifestyle hotel, there are three separate rooms but sun/moon charge in your room for the nights. Cosy.

- They go to ride horses on the third day at the hotel. In Guadalajara in a park with a castle and Japanese gardens called bosque los Colomos.

- The next day you go to Ahihi and Chapala, and buy a moonchim that reminds you of moon with elephants on it.

- In Tonalá you finds a giant fan for only 75 pesos and manage to barter it slightly to make it 70. Its huge. You are very elated.

- In San Juan de Dios, there are tons of artisan shops. Sun finds an apron of loteria that says ‘El Sol’ and buys it without a second thought.

- In same location: man comes up to their group, asking if they want a phone charger that does massages. Goes to the first person (dad/older man in the group) and places it on his shoulder/ back and then the second person too (little brother or Gregory) before getting to you and retracting his arm. Maybe it was your glare or sun’s ‘touch her if you dare look’ but something deterred him.

- Later on in the day everyone goes to the center of Guadalajara and some women does the same thing but they get to you first. Sun is enraged because it makes you scared (you jump and are very embarrassed) and he knows you don’t like touch that you don’t expect. But he manages to smile at the women and tell her ‘we don’t need any’. Mutters afterwards that he’s plenty good at massaging. It makes you laugh (but he’s being serious).

- You sees a dress shop that will make a custom dress for her while on their walk. You really want it but alas it’s around 750 US dollars and therefore too much for you to pay for. Sun and moon are really touchy the next few hours, hugging your waist and sometimes it’s funny or weird for some reason, your hips or even your chest but you don’t think too much on it. They disappear for a few minutes (almost a good hour) the next day while your group is at the the Guadalajara center again. (They are planning something).

- You find a fruit cupshop while they are gone and buy some mangos. Best damn mangos you’ve ever eaten.

- Later of the day of the first disappearance, your group goes to Tlaquepaque (sun and moon are not left behind). When taking a photo in front of the sign you laugh softly because of a kid who is messing around and ask him is he’s taking the photo with you guys. The kid runs and both you and sun laugh. While taking the photo you both stand next to the A because it has sun and moon decals yippee.

- Same day you do the shock game with your family and sun is horrified that humans do this for fun. You enjoy yourself, and get very shocked. You make it to level 5 in the group one but then you go by yourself and it’s much… much worse. You still make it to 5 but you can’t move your arms and sun is still very worried for your safety and also notes, sort of, that you have a lack of self preservation skills.

- The next day they go to Mazamitla. You go to pet tigers and do tons of crazy things like:

- Sun thinks you’re crazy. Notes that you 100% have lack of self preservation skills.

- You guys are in a very precarious van. It’s taking you on this tour. Seats held up by rope and very dirty. You have fun with all the giant divits in the ground as the rickety bus drives. You think it’s very entertaining. Sun is once again horrified. (Even more notes for lack of self preservation)

- Then you go on a zip line while there’s rain. Sun is not happy and goes in the car with you guys. Wearing a coat of course. The truck is rickety and worse, you and everyone else going on the zipline are in the trunk. You meet some very nice, very funny people(Sun is not amused by them) Sofia-Sofie 15, Miguel-migi 17, Viviana-Vivi 17, Alya-Aly 15, and two others who you don’t get the names of but they are both 27 years old.

- (Yes I met these randos in the trunk car ride up the mountain in freezing cold pelting rain. Nothing was gonna stop me from going on that zipline.)

- At some point the rain gets so bad that you all have to wait inside the car smooshed together. Very interesting and smelly but you manage to make it up the mountains by foot to the zip lines.

- The first one is slower, you get more of a view. Holding onto the rope that is attached to you. You almost miss catching the persons hand at the end and almost get stuck further away, when sun arrives (because of course he had to get on now that it was raining) he insists on going first on the second one. The second one goes so fast it sounds like a helicopter. You get specific instructions to hold on to the metal and hang with your legs facing as forward as possible. You get scared and focus more on getting the signal ti let go of the metal, that you miss seeing everything. You see sun at the end though. Very clear yellow against the dark green background.

- When you make it to the end Sun catches you by the waist, holding onto the precarious stairs/platform up in the trees instead of taking your hand, insisting that he didn’t want you to get stuck again.

- Very embarrassing for you yes (and also you blush but we ain’t talking about that) but his mechanical heart was in the right place. He helps you down by sort of lifting you and hurriedly taking your helmet off, knowing that you were gonna be late for your ride, the poorly held together bus. Staying inside of the truck sorta made you behind because it was raining so much.

- You take off the harness as fast as possible. A 4 year old being the one to take your things. It’s a surprise but you follow her instruction and within the minute, sun is carrying you slightly towards the bus. (He doesn’t want you stepping in mud, such a gentleman)

- When you reach the bus, it has a tarp over the windows to protect people from the harsh rain.

- The bus driver sings songs all the way down the mountain which sun, and you, are concerned about because he was also driving.

- He sings 3 songs, very nicely might you add, you wonder why he’s a bus driver. Sun sings to some, obviously accessing the internet to do so and somehow sings in Spanish… (he was fishing for compliments 100% because he didn’t like that you were complimenting the driver so much)

- When you guys get off the bus it’s pouring so hard you can’t go anywhere. You enter Mia’s boutique to get a better sweater, because yours is not meant for rain. You end up just getting a poncho but sun gets one too. You joke about him riding horses now will make him look like an actual cowboy.

- You eat at a random restaurant, ordering a beef hamburger with fries and sit at a two seater with Sun. You eat your fries first happily, and start to drink your lemonade before taking a bite of your hamburger and making a face before setting it down. Getting embarrassed you tell sun you’d rather not eat it because it tasted really strange. Sun scans it and says it’s a mix of pork and beef apparently. Great.

- You go to get a crepe instead. Enjoying it despite the overtly sweet strawberry tinge flavoring. You asked for chocolate… oh well.

- As you eat it you slowly have a harder time swallowing being the flavor is just not agreeing with your taste buds.

- By your last big bite you almost throw up. The bile rises through your throat as you desperately try to keep it all in. It works but sun notices and takes you to the side. Holding you to let you sit on the bench without getting wet (because of the rain) and talks to you about stuff.

- He asks why you tried to finish it even if you knew you didn’t like the flavor. You refrain from telling him about how you were used to always finishing/ being forced to finish your food even if it meant throwing up, and you instead tell him It was just expensive so you didn’t want to waste money. The best lie is the truth after all and that was part of the reason you finish it.

- On the trip back to the car you trip slightly. Sun try’s to catch you even though you don’t fall and the position that leaves you in is very fun! (Once again no. Mud sucks)

- The ride back to the hotel you sleep together in the back of the car, (family/friends are driving) very relaxing 10/10 experience.

- The showers have been having issues, very hot then very cold, but at this point you are used to it.

- Next day you go on a new tour bus. First stop was to Vicente Fernandez’s ranch and pet a ton of horses and see so many new cool flowers that you 100% are adding to the greenhouse.

- Then you go to a tequila factory.

- You taste 5 separate flavors of the 7 being served. All of them you hated. White, peach, mango, coffee, and one other that you don’t remember the name of.

- You don’t feel uneasy or sick at all afterwards. Yay you’re not a lightweight go Mexican genes.

- Then you go at a nice restaurant back in Ahihi. (I don’t think I spelled it right)

- Then on a boat ride on a very questionable boat. You live, but have anxiety about sinking the whole time.

- Then you go to Chapala. You buy a sunflower cowboy hat because it reminds you of Sun.

- Then you buy another Sun related thing, a yellow jar with sand and tiny trinkets inside.

- Now you need to get two moon related things. It’s only fair of course.

- You start to run out of time.

- You don’t end up finding moon things. And see ultimately upset about that. Sun and moon were fine but you still felt really bad about that. It meant a lot to the both that you were so upset about it not being fair though.

- Then you remember you bought the moon wind chime so almost all is forgiven for yourself.

- This time on the way back you end up falling asleep so moon stays with you awake until it’s time.

- You guys end up back at Guadalajara center.

- You start going to the area with the yummy fruit and pass by a clown show. The one from the first week.

- You don’t know how you end up in the situation but one clown is waiting in front of you while everyone chants “beso! Beso”

- You end up saying ‘lo siento pero no me gustan los payasos. Prefiero los jistes.’ (Im sorry but im not into clowns, I prefer jesters)

- Sun/moon are pleased and the crowd goes ‘ahh’ disappointed

- You give sun/moon a kiss on their faceplate and the crowd goes ‘aww’ happily.

- You go buy another mango cup because it’s so yummy, and sun and moon are amused you get it from the same spot as you did only days earlier.

- Second to last day you go back to Guadalajara center and find a necklace that has a moon on it and you are ecstatic. Balance has been restored.

- You go back to the mango shop and learn that the magos they use are Kent mangos? THe most amazing mango’s you’ve ever had that’s for sure.

- Last day at your hotel you start going over everything. Everything you have gets packed into 3 suitcases and 2 duffle bags.

- Sun had a ton of stylish outfits because of course he did, the diva 😒.

- Then he presets the dress he bought. 725 US dollars. Because he knew you really wanted it. You practically cry as you hug and and thank him over and over again.

- You buy a doughnut from Krispy kream at the airport.

- The riee in the airplane is fun, it leaves at 11:30 and lands at 1:55.

- You draw the whole way back. Sun is… he finds the art to be flustering. Because you drew someone’s human sun design getting pulled into a kiss with your self insert. You thought it was funny because sun was right next to you and you wanted to mess with him.

- You almost throw up on the descent because you get dizzy for no reason. It takes 10 minutes for the nausea to go away and sun is worried the entire time.

- When you get home you hardly recognize anything but after you eat lunch you literally forget you even went on a trip.

- You shower and then sun asks if you’ll try the dress on. So you do.

- It’s perfect. The inside was comfortable and soft, and it matched the theme for your greenhouse perfectly.

- When you leave the room you go show sun he is stunned silent.

- You just found the perfect outfit for the opening of your greenhouse.

[g0ry-gh0ul]

i’m in a talkative mood so. let’s unpack this photo of mary bc i have SO much to say about it

(a big thank you to @pianofirepirate for supplying me with the picture in the first place xx)

okay. first the elephant in the room: the pants. i cannot tell if these are a failed effort to replicate goth ripped tights, or a successful effort to replicate 80s glam metal ripped spandex. i’m going with the latter. (careful tobias your ‘in a glam metal band at the same time as repugnant’ is showing)

second: mary’s wearing. both a leather wrist cuff and like 20 bangle bracelets. i KNOW that shit jingles loudly enough to be heard over the fucking death metal. (also it’s worth noting that i’ve only ever seen the bangles make an appearance in crashdïet photos before)

third, and my personal favorite: BOTH of their shoes are DUCT TAPED TOGETHER

and a bonus detail: the chain hanging from their belt is literally just a length of hardware store bulk chain that you buy by the inch off the spool. diy or die fr

[koh-er142]

My Touchstarved Game MC

Origin: The Alchemist/ Abandoned Mage / Virtuous Magus

Name: Natalia (Belinsky) Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: December 22 Age: 22 Star sign: Capricorn

Height: 165 cm / 5’ 5”

Occupation: Freelancer Magus/Part Time Enforcer

Personality: Quiet Empath

Likes: Sleeping, Reading novels, Card Games, Board Games, Gardening

Dislikes: Chaos, Conflict, Loud Noises, Challenges

Fatal Flaw: Selflessness that stem from feeling worthless 

Others: If Natalia has friends, she’d like to invite them over to have tea and play card games and board games. She can also do baking for this occasion – example, donuts.

Appearance: Natalia is a pale-skinned lady who looks very "doll-like". She has short brown hair, and straight cut bangs that cover her eyebrows. Her eyes are blue teal and appear to be melancholic.

Before arriving in Eridia, Natalia wore a blue cloak. She also wore a long-sleeved white button-up shirt and is adorned with a brown leather corset. Natalia wore black pants, and brown knee-high boots. Her hands are wrapped in bandages.

After arriving in Eridia, Natalia wears a long-sleeved white button-up shirt and a blue leather corset. She wears brown pants held by a red and white belt with a golden buckle. She dons black knee-high boots. Natalia also wears an inky black cloak.

Background: Natalia was a child born with cursed hands that inflict madness onto people. However, Natalia was unaware of this, and in an attempt to save her dying friend, carried her on her back to seek the villagers’ help.

As a result, Natalia’s curse was discovered and she was branded as the monster responsible for the drought that devastated her village.

The exiled mage, Gretta, took Natalia in, and raised her as an apprentice. However, Natalia discovered that her mentor was cultivating her as a test subject. She fled to the Senobium to search for a cure.

Abilities:                                                                                                          

Natalia is experienced in spell craft, alchemy, tracking, assassination, and the usage of various weapons. She is an indirect descendant of the Belinsky Family. A family of mages whose ancestors crossbred with succubi and incubi. As a result, she has inhuman reflexes and coordination. Natalia is also skilled in emergency treatments.

Spellcraft:

Natalia’s specialty is utilisation of various spell casting techniques from Eastern Magecraft. Using Talisman made of elemental energy, she can summon creatures/familiars made of the elements to fight. She is also able to infuse physical attacks with elemental energy to deal more damage.

Natalia’s Familiars:

A Water Shark Familiar thats acts as a Missile

An Elephant Familiar of Fire

A Deer Familiar of Earth

An Eagle Familiar of Wind

A Wolf Familiar of Ice

A Storm Knight Familiar, wielding a halberd

Alchemy and Poison Making:

Natalia can make poisons from the poisonous plants she grows from her gardening hobby. She is also able to make potions.

Equipment: 

Natalia was trained to use various weapons, ranging from swords, bows, and axes. Her most used weapons are a pair of daggers and a naginata, which became broken from the Soulless Ambush. This leaves her only daggers to use.

Blade Throwing: 

Natalia is armed with blades that she can shoot accurately towards her enemies. Her throwing knives are coated with poison.

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It's Weird It Happened Twice Part 2

A few days had passed since the incident and Maisy went about playing as only a 5-year-old can. Her imagination taking her Barbies on a dangerous spy mission. Stuck on the leather ottoman island, struggling to defuse the toilet paper roll bomb.

“Raqulle!” Squeaked Maisy in her attempt at an adult’s voice. As she made two of the dolls square up in a mock fight. “You don’t have the power to stop a bomb this big!”

The black-haired Barbie squawked back that she could. That she will as long as Barbie has faith in her then-

“Maisy are you ready to go?” Her mother’s voice coming from the kitchen.

Raising her head and dropping the Barbies, Maisy jumped to her feet. Yelling, “No! I don’t have my shoes or my toys!”

Her mother called back for her to just worry about her shoes, her cousin will have plenty of toys to play with. Hinting that maybe there would be some games she and Lily could play since it was Lily’s 6th birthday party.

Maisy huffed at the mention of her orange-headed cousin. Again, she yelled for her mother as she attempted to put on her pink, light-up shoes. “That’s why I want to bring my toys! Lily doesn’t share!”

Sighing her mother walked into the warm front room with a purple gift under her arm. Kneeling to help her small child with the tricky laces. “I know that she can be difficult, but it would mean the world to me if you could try.”

With tied shoes, Maisy hopped to her feet. Letting the blue and red lights blink before answering her mother with an unconfident, “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I can ask for.” Her mother smiled as she took Maisy’s tiny hand in hers and walked out to their car with the gift in the other.

Their drive was short and filled with bad singing. As their final notes rang out so did the brakes squeak as the car stopped on the grey driveway. With a few quick clicks belts were unbuckled and doors were opened and closed. Once again hand and hand, mother, and daughter followed the symmetrical, stone path up to the white brick house.

As Maisy’s mother knocked on the navy door, she moved to hide herself. Clutching her mother’s larger hand tightly as her face was squished against the plush thighs of her mother.

The opening of the door brought the cheerfully ditzy voice of her Aunt Merced. The blonde woman welcomed them in with a warm hello and guided them to where to place their gift.

As the box hit the table, Aunt Merced turned to Maisy. Her smile was full of too-white teeth as she told Maisy that Lily and the other kids were outside, playing ‘fun’ party games.

Maisy’s wide eyes turned to her mother. Who simply nodded before pushing her child toward the clean, glass door. Maisy stumbled a couple of steps before looking back. A large pout on her lips as her mother chuckled. Another gesture and a reassuring smile caused Maisy to sigh dramatically before following the wishes of the all-mighty adults.

As she stepped out into the large backyard Maisy’s ears rang from the shrill screams of her cousins. Their footsteps crunched the cut grass like a herd of drunk elephants as they chased each other in large random patterns that come from the chaotic game of tag.

As her small muscles tensed, ready for the childish pandemonium when a shrill whistle halted all the kids like a spontaneous car accident. From those who fell to the dirt with now scrapped knees to the few who were unscathed, all had their eyes on the rotund, balding man with cherubic cheeks who was carrying a large, wrapped box.

“Alright kids,” The man’s voice rang through the air like a school bell. “We need y’all to get in one large circle to pass the parcel. We’re playing by Luke’s Dad’s rules.”

A loud mix of groans and cheers exploded from the kids as they moved to form a large circle. Some ran to slide into a seat, while others dragged their feet before sitting with a pout.

Maisy followed the crowd with a small smile before it soured at the realization that to her right sat the orange-haired monster named Lily. She watched as Lily’s yellow, plaque-covered teeth were revealed from a prideful sneer.

“Don’t you have something to say, Lazy?”

Scrunching her nose, Maisy growled out a simple ‘Happy birthday’ like there were sharp rocks stuck in her throat before turning away from her wicked cousin.

“Aw, tanks Lazy.” Maisy felt herself relax at that, maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad. Until Lily finished her thought. “I’m gonna destroy you, rub the huge prize in your face, and make you cry.” Or not.

Maisy’s mouth was open. Teeth bared with the worst insult a 5-year-old could slander on her tongue. When the old, bald cherub spoke up again from the middle of the group.

“Alrighty kids, the rules of this game are simple. One is when the music plays past the box. When it stops you can unwrap one layer. I’m gonna repeat that, ONE LAYER. Two, we aren’t raising a nation of squibs so no crying to your parents. If you can’t handle not getting a prize then don’t play. Lastly,” He placed the purple gift in front of Lily. “Have fun!”

His sentence ended and the game began with generic party music like a starter’s gun. Each kid was stiff and moved like they were coated in drying molasses. Fingers creased the paper as they hoped to be the one to unwrap the box.

The first pause gave Maisy’s cousin, Max, the chance to unwrap which he tore into like a voracious dog. When no small toy was found in the remains of the once pretty, purple, paper he pouted and rudely shoved the box into the next child’s hands.

Thus, the pattern of music and ripping paper was set. Some kids just shrugged before handing it over, while others followed Max’s lead and pouted with tears in their eyes. Round and round the party played until Lily tore her layer a little too hard and revealed the shinnying plastic of a new toy.

The circle of children went from the speed of flowing molasses in winter to that of an impatient lion cub waiting for its cue to enter its first hunt. Slowly but steadily the box moved around until the music stopped and so did the box.

The purple box was now prey to Maisy.

With no hesitation, she wrenched off the last layer of paper showing off a color-changing, silicon, light-up, chibi shark.

A loud chorus of wows echoed off the fences as everyone looked with envy upon Maisy’s new toy. However, none felt sweeter to Maisy than the bitter glare that Lily gave.

With a turn, Maisy looked into the eyes of the birthday girl. A wide smile split her face in glee. “What was that you were saying about winning, Lily?”

Lily huffed and lifted her nose high as she stomped away. Slamming the sliding door open and shut like the spoiled teenager she would be in 10 years.

Maisy only giggled as she watched her cousin disappear. Her new toy tucked tightly against her chest with a happier smile on her face. She practically bounced her way to show her mother the amazing shark she won.

As mother and daughter reunited in the modern-style living room, Maisy began to regal her mother with what felt like an old Western standoff at high noon, instead of the twelve kids in a circle that matched reality. Her mother could only chuckle in return as Maisy held up the prize like it was Simba in the Lion King once her tale was told. Excited for her mother to closely inspect the squishy shark.

Nodding, her mother handed the lamp back when a call for the children to gather around Lily rang out like a shrill, fire alarm.

Everyone gathered around Lily as she began to open her mountain of gifts, though Maisy paid no mind. Instead, she sat with her shark, squeezing its soft material while smiling at its big grin.

Soon the papers were piled high and many of the parents and children were released from the circle by the promise of cake in twenty minutes.

The chatter grew again like the coming of high tide, and all the children began to frolic about.

As many of the little ones were playing tag, Maisy moved to a dark corner of the yard. Giggling to herself as her chubby shark changed colors. It lit up the small cove with a brilliant rainbow of colors.

The sound of crunching took her attention away from the shark.

It was Lily, and she was stomping over. A look of fire in her eyes as she stopped before Maisy.

“That’s” Lily’s small hand swiped the shark away before sprinting away. “MINE!”

Maisy stared for a moment; her mouth stuck open in shock as the birthday girl ran off with HER Sharkie.

As her mind began to piece together the traumatic events of shark napping, a voice whispered.

“Aren’t you gonna fight for it, eh?”

With the speed of a lightning strike, Maisy turned to look over her shoulder. A gasp left her throat at the sight of the demon behind her.

“You look like the piss head man.”

His lilac eyes blinked owlishly at the young child as his pale, bat wings fluttered nervously behind him.

“W-where did you hear that word?”

“From the bird man!” She chirped.

The new demon brought a clawed hand to his mouth, chewing on his long, black nail as he mumbled the phrase to himself.

As Maisy watched, his eyes flashed with recognition, and flicked his sharp, white antlers instead of the typical snap of excitement.

“You mean, Allen, right?”

She hummed a simple yes as she nodded.

His smile quirked with hidden laughter as introduced himself as Matthew. The brother to the previously known piss head and someone that can help her get Sharkie back. Forever.

The child tilted her head to the side. “How?”

“It’s easy. Just punch her in the face.”

Now it was Maisy’s turn to blink. “But wouldn’t I get in trouble?”

“Not if you’re smart about it. After all it's how I kept my brother away from all my stuff.” He leaned down to her level, a large smile on his face. “Isn’t that what you want to do with Lily?”

Looking hesitant, Maisy looked side to side before nodding.

“Then go get her.” He used his long, alabaster tail to turn her around, the spade tip nudged her back pushing her forward.

Just like a couple of days ago, she was only a few steps into starting the story that would be retold at reunions when she ran into a pair of legs.

As her butt hit the ground, she looked upwards. Another bird man, or angel as he would be preferred to be called. Just like the last pair, he looked like his fair-toned counterpart. He differed with red and white owl wings and a silver halo instead of the white antlers. Though the new man wore red flannel with jeans while Matthew was dressed in a dark, thick, short winter coat with a furred collar.

He glanced down at Maisy before glaring at Matthew. “What are you telling this kid, hoser.”

“Nothing that won’t get her cousin off her back.” He snarked.

With a deep breath, the angel kneeled before Maisy. His intense purple eyes calmed her somehow.

“Hey, kido.” He rumbled. “Name’s Matt and that hoser behind ya is gonna get you into a lot of trouble.”

“But he said-“

Matt put his hand up. “Listen, kid, let me explain exactly what will happen.”

Maisy’s eyes widened as Matt elaborated his own version of the lost pencil metaphor. First, she would get her cousin off her back and win Sharkie back, but then Lily would cry to her mother. This would lead to her being in trouble with two adults. Being in trouble with two adults means a harsh punishment, one that would stay with her for a long time. Then she would go to school and being angry would fight another kid. Once again in trouble, thus getting a worse punishment. This cycle would repeat, getting worse each time until she would end up in jail and die alone.

She stared at Matt as he patted her shoulder. “This is why you listen to the angels,” He pointed to Matthew. “And not to the demons.”

Matthew just smiled at them both before pointing behind the duo. “At least you will have your shark through it all if you follow me.”

Maisy and Matt followed his finger. There in the distance, Lily was showing off sharkie. Loudly proclaiming it was Her’s and that she won it fair and square.

“Go get it.”

That simple phrase was like the starter’s gun as she bolted away from the angel and pounced on Lily. Punching the bigger child in the face as fought for her shark.

Through the screams, Maisy could hear both the supernatural creatures calling for her. Matt was yelling for her to stop, while Matthew was cheering her on.

As fast as her attack started, it ended.

The bald man had ripped her away from Lily. Hollering for her mother to calm the savage Maisy.

Both Aunt Merced and Maisy’s mother appeared. Each ran to their respective child and consoled them.

Lily was quick to accuse Maisy of being the aggressive one. She claimed that Maisy gave her the shark and promised ‘no takebacks’ but didn’t want to follow through.

Maisy tried to defend herself through hiccups-filled tears. Mentioning that Matthew, the monster man, told her to do it. But now she was scared that Matt’s, the bird man’s, prophecy would come true.

Her mother sighed and picked up Maisy. Holding close she rubbed the sore spots. “I think it's time we left. Can you hand me the shark, please?”

Aunt Merced scowled at Maisy’s mother. “Why would I do that? Obviously, your daughter gave up the toy.”

“No,” growled her mother. “Your daughter took the toy. Otherwise, my child would not have fought so hard to get it back.”

“Well, is she going to be punished?”

Her mother’s growl became a snarl. “Yes, but how I do so is none of your business. Now hand me THE TOY.”

Her aunt tchhed. A look of disgust on her face as she held the toy by its fin. “And if I don’t?”

“Then your child won’t be the only one crying.”

The shark was tossed as Aunt Merced carried Lily away. Muttering how all her other gifts are better than that stupid shark.

With a simple shake of her head, Maisy’s mom collected the toy and carried Maisy away from the party.

Quickly she clipped Maisy into her seat in the van and unknowingly let the creatures into their van as she followed with her own safety belt in the driver’s seat.

The drive started in silence. Before both entities turned to the child.

Matt spoke up first. “If you apologize, explain yourself, and try to do better then you may not end up alone in jail.”

“Don’t do that, Maisy.” Matthew countered. “You’ve got Lily off your back; you should be proud of that.”

Maisy sniffled before looking at Matthew. The betrayal created the perfect kicked look as she accused Matthew. “You got me in trouble. So, I’m gonna listen to Matt cuz I don’t wanna go to jail.”

The demon sighed heavily as he muttered a simple fine before fading out.

Matt chuckled and leaned over to ruffle Maisy’s hair. “Good job kid, just for the future we angels are looking out for you.”

He too, then disappeared.

As the van came to a stop, Maisy’s mother stepped out and retrieved her child.

Together they walked up to their house. As her mother began unlocking the door, Maisy followed Matt’s advice. She apologized, explained herself, and then promised to be better.

Her mother sighed and kneeled to her level. “I understand why you did it. But next time please come and get me. I want to make you into the wonderful adult I know you can be.”

“Does that mean I’m still in trouble?”

“Yes, Sharkie is going to be mine for the night.” Her mother smiled. “But you can have him back tomorrow morning.”

Maisy smiled at her mother and together they walked hand and hand into their cozy home.

As the door shut, Maisy glanced outside one more time. She noticed two things, the shadow of a tail and the glow of what could have been a halo.

In her young mind that meant one thing, another weird experience with monsters and birdmen was in her future.

But that could wait for another day.

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Forethought the Firestealer

Flensed, he yet lives; breathes, moves, poses in wet and bloody glory. Cobbled together from sawdust and stage makeup.

Thus:

Pirates along the Levantine coast, and a beautiful dark-eyed boy. Leopards on the foredeck, ivy on the oars. Dolphins roll in the wake, eyes dark and inhuman and rapacious. Tethys, world-girdling Tethys, is dark and deep, bitter as herbs.

or

Abandoned by god and his maker, a collection of corpses, he crouches in a woodshed, teaches himself English (how) and reading (why) from a half-used catalog from Sears and Roebuck. Shoes are expensive this year; there's a slimming machine, a complicated bit of deadly nonsense jerryrigged together much as he is, all leather belts and sharp edges and ungrounded electricity. Outside a Christian and a Muslim are planning an elopement, but inside he dreams of capitalism.

and

Westward, from the cities to the plains to the mountains to the cities. Once the notional roads swallowed armies whole in mud deep enough to drown an elephant. A future president broke his back, cursing, hauling a truck through the mud, dreamt of a vast network of tar black as the sea, crushed rock knitting the ruins of empire together like the veins god put inside him, thick, slow, and inescapably seen.

A story as yet Uncategorized | source: alexanderhammil.net

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Udaipur’s Famous Handicrafts: What to Buy

Udaipur, known as the "City of Lakes," is not only famous for its beautiful palaces and serene lakes but also for its rich culture and exquisite handicrafts. When visiting Udaipur, you will find a variety of unique items that make perfect souvenirs or gifts. After a day of exploring, you can relax at Hotel Sagar Palace, one of the finest Luxury Hotels in Udaipur Rajasthan, which offers a perfect blend of comfort and style. This article will guide you through the famous handicrafts of Udaipur and what you should consider buying during your visit.

1. Traditional Miniature Paintings

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3. Blue Pottery

Another unique craft of Udaipur is blue pottery. This beautiful ceramic art is characterized by its vibrant blue color and intricate designs. Made from a special type of clay, blue pottery is used to create a range of items, including plates, bowls, vases, and decorative tiles. Each piece is handcrafted and painted with great care. Buying blue pottery is a great way to add a touch of Udaipur's charm to your home decor. After shopping, enjoy a sumptuous meal at the restaurant in Hotel Sagar Palace, surrounded by the elegance that matches the beauty of the pottery.

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5. Wooden Crafts

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6. Leather Goods

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7. Traditional Rajasthani Textiles

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8. Stone Carvings

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9. Handwoven Rugs

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10. Copper and Brassware

Udaipur is also known for its copper and brassware, which includes utensils, decorative items, and lamps. These items are often handcrafted and exhibit beautiful designs. Copper and brass items not only add elegance to your home but also serve practical purposes. When shopping for metalware, choose pieces that have a good finish and are made by skilled artisans. After a day filled with shopping, relax at Hotel Sagar Palace, one of the premier Luxury Hotels in Udaipur Rajasthan, where you can reflect on your wonderful purchases in a beautiful setting.

Conclusion

Udaipur's handicrafts are a beautiful reflection of the region's culture and traditions. From miniature paintings to handcrafted jewelry, there is something for everyone to cherish. When shopping for these unique items, consider visiting local markets and artisan workshops to find authentic products that support the community. After your shopping adventures, Hotel Sagar Palace awaits, offering luxury and comfort to complete your Udaipur experience. Whether you are looking for souvenirs or gifts, Udaipur’s handicrafts will leave you with lasting memories of your visit to this enchanting city. Enjoy your shopping experience and take a piece of Udaipur’s rich heritage home with you!

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