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kozu-chan · 3 years ago

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under the mistletoe

kenma x reader, oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader

since it's christmas eve, here's some christmas headcanons involving mistletoe for my faves!!

content warnings: fem!reader, fluffy fluff, mentions of food, kissing, pet names (babe, baby, darling in oikawa's and my love in iwa's), i kinda sorta got super carried away with iwa's...

kenma

🎄since kenma's not a big fan of huge crowds, the two of you just spend christmas eve together at your place

🎄you're cuddled up on the couch eating popcorn and sipping hot chocolate while some christmas movies play

🎄kenma insists that "the nightmare before christmas" works as both a halloween and christmas movie so the two of you watch that too

🎄you bake cookies together and accidentally get dough on each other's faces

🎄you both cuddle up on the couch again and look at memes while waiting for the cookies to heat up in the oven and again when you're waiting for the cookies to cool

🎄at some point it transitions into a battle of who can take the most embarrassing photo of their s/o as possible

🎄kenma says that there's no way he could lose because he has the most beautiful girlfriend who's incapable of looking bad

🎄who taught this man how to be this smooth?!?!? i-

🎄the answer is akaashi. that man is secretly a smooth menace who gave kenma some tips but you didn't hear that from me-

🎄you gape at him, clearly flustered, and you take a picture of each other because yes, he also got really flustered and embarrassed because that was so out of character for him lol

🎄like this is the boy who never uses pet names and isn't the best at expressing compliments or his emotions...

🎄but of course, he still finds little ways to show you he loves you and make sure you know he loves you and it's so cute!!

🎄anyway, back to the story...

🎄the two of you eat some of the cookies together and save the rest for the morning santa

🎄when the two of you wake up in the morning you open up the presents you got each other and make breakfast

🎄you got kenma a new game and matching golden bracelets. he got you something that you've wanted for a long time.

🎄since the two of you put a lot of thought into the gifts, you take some time to admire them and try them out

🎄you and kenma spend a little extra time playing his new game

🎄pls it's so wholesome because you're both learning together and you get so competitive-

🎄he will never ever admit it even if it's kind of obvious to you, but sometimes he lets you win

🎄"you're the only one i'm okay losing to..."

🎄kozumekenmawhyareyousocuteomg

🎄then once the two of you calm down, you get breakfast

🎄well, he makes you pancakes and whatever else the two of you want and you make a quick run to the store to get some onigiri and apple pie since you both love it

🎄after breakfast, the two of you snack on some candy canes

🎄you look up and tap kenma's shoulder. "hey look! mistletoe!"

🎄kenma looks up and looks back at you. "there's no mistletoe-"

🎄"i'm just kidding! i don't need an excuse to kiss you!" you giggle and pull him close for a kiss

🎄best christmas ever if i do say so myself <3

oikawa

💙this man is super social. we already know this

🤍and because of this, he takes you to a christmas eve party that's full of a good mix of his friends, your friends, his teammates, and family.

💙he actually got one of his friends to throw the party at their place and invite a ton of people you know so you would be comfortable

🤍he's cute like that 🥺

💙he dotes on you the entire time

🤍and by the entire time, i mean the entire time

💙he waits for you when you have to use the bathroom "because someone has to hold your drink and it's gonna be me"

🤍he's so cheeky stop he's the most adorable, hopelessly in love dork ever

💙this man is SPOON FEEDING you because he wants to, and i quote, "show off his beautiful girlfriend and make everyone jealous from how cute the two of us are"

🤍"babe... isn't this getting too much?"

💙sweetie this is THE oikawa tooru. he is the opposite of subtle and to him, there is no such thing as "too much"

🤍but he's willing to tone it down if you get uncomfortable because even he knows that you shouldn't make anyone uncomfortable.

💙he just wants to romance you and make sure you love his present!!

🤍and boy oh boy does he deliver...

💙once you're both at his place, that's when the real cuteness begins

🤍you enter his home and find the entire place decorated with mistletoe and tinsel and presents and even a fake reindeer!!

💙"tooru you really did the most oh my god-"

🤍"but you love it, don't you?"

💙"of course i do! this is amazing!"

🤍"anything for you, baby"

💙this man is such a simp but like, the cutest simp i know-

🤍he gives you one of those professional looking photo albums with pictures full of the two of you and handwritten reasons why he loves you 🥺

💙me and who fr 😩

🤍this man is making you cry bc w h a t that's so sweet!?!?!?!

💙this man also finds every. single. possible. chance. to be under the mistletoe so he can get a kiss kiss

🤍"darling look! mistletoe!"

💙you roll your eyes. "tooru, babe, this is the nth time you've done this-"

🤍but you always give in because duh that's your baby, your gorgeous man, the love of your life!! of course you're still gonna kiss him!

💙now there's a happy, spoiled oikawa who's cuddled up to the most loved, beautiful, one and only love of his life <3

iwaizumi

🎁after knowing each other for so long, you've definitely turned iwa into a christmas lover

🎁he gets so excited about it now it's so cute-

🎁he doesn't even care about being teased by his friends because he's a man who's secure in his masculinity and knows he's can like what he likes and it doesn't take away from how "manly" he is 😌

🎁iwa's a surprisingly good gift giver unlike me and he always gives the most thought out gifts that he thinks knows that his friends and family would love <3

🎁this year, he gives oikawa a bullet journal and a new set of pens because he knows how much oikawa likes pretty, aesthetic notes

🎁oikawa kinnie moment 😚🤞

🎁he gives his parents super comfy matching sweaters with their family name on it since his mom likes matching things and he knew his dad wanted a new sweater

🎁he gives you a ton of kisses!!

🎁okay obviously he gives you something more than that because he loves you so much lol

🎁this man may not look like it, but he's an easily flustered, dorky, adorable simp when it's just the two of you

🎁i mean, it seeps into his personality around everyone else but it's a lot tamer because our man has a reputation to keep :)

🎁you're really impatient for gifts because you're excited to see what hajime actually got you and you really wanna see his face when you give it to him!!

🎁however, iwaizumi hajime is also a fairly traditional man so he waits for christmas morning to open presents

🎁and no amount of whining or pouting will change his mind. our man is sturdy and will!! not!! budge!!

🎁he tries a lot of things to take your mind off of it, and for a while, it works

🎁he invites oikawa, makki, mattsun, and some of your close friends over for a dinner, but once they leave and you're both cleaning up, you're eyeing the presents, causing your exhausted boyfie to sigh

🎁he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes "y/n, my love, i know you're excited to open gifts and give me mine, but we need to wait until morning, okay?"

🎁this man KNOWS that pulling out the "my love" makes you weak bc it gives me butterflies so you pout and nod, kissing his cheek and going back to cleaning up

🎁after the kitchen and living room is clean, hajime tries out a movie

🎁he cuddles up to you and watches your favorite christmas movie with you and pulls out all the snack, drinks, blankets, and pillows

🎁stop bc that's so cute haji where are you and why can't you be real?!?! 😩

🎁but after the movie you look at the time and ask if you can open presents now

🎁ma'am it's 10 pm?!?

🎁iwa just laughs and kisses your head

🎁"how about this? i'll clean up and then we can sleep so the time passes by faster. is that all right, my love?"

🎁"okay haji" you let out a yawn and make your way to the bathroom to do your night routine

🎁he follows behind you so you can do your routine together

🎁after he tucks you in with a kiss to your head because he's the sweetest, he cleans everything up and goes to bed with you

🎁when you wake up, iwa's already in the kitchen finishing up breakfast and you gape at the scene in front of you

🎁haji went ALL out

🎁 there's streamers and stockings and tons of decorations all over the living room and kitchen

🎁"merry christmas, my love! now we can open presents" he greets you with a peck to the lips and leads you to the couch with the presents

🎁you give him your gift first and you're super excited to see his reaction since you got him a limited edition godzilla figure that you found at a store

🎁"is this real?" he looks incredulously at you, then the figure, and then back to you. you nod and he sets it down so he can hug you. "thank you so much, my love! here's your gift..."

🎁you carefully take the gift and unwrap it to find a beautiful golden necklace with your name and his engraved on the heart shaped charm. "haji... this is beautiful!" you wrap your arms around him kiss him "i love it so much!!"

🎁iwa just can't help but smile as yours only gets larger once he shows you his matching bracelet. "i knew you would"

🎁this time, he's the one kissing you only to realize that you've been sitting under the mistletoe this entire time <3

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dark-and-kawaii · 4 years ago

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𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : Sukuna x Reader - Nanami x Reader - Itadori x Reader - Gojo x Reader - Fushiguro x Reader

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : None - Degrading Pet Names - Fluff - Gojo being Gojo - Itadori being Itadori - Sukuna being Sukuna LOL

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮 : I’m just going to go ahead and add a few more characters to this since i find it fun <3 thank you for the compliment babe :3 yes i am taking questions for jujutsu!!! I really enjoy all the characters from jujutsu xoxo so im excited as well <3 @sukunaspet

Sukuna isn’t going to be calling you anything cute whatsoever so if you’re looking for that when it comes to this guy just do yourself a favor and don’t fall down the rabbit hole more. You won’t ever hear him call you babe, sweetheart, cute animal nicknames, just no... None of that.

Pet

Little One -If he really likes you-

Whore

Onna (woman)

Play Thing

Pretty little fuck toy -If he really likes you-

CockSleeve

Bitch In Heat

Any degrading/every degrading name in the book

Expect these and nothing else. If he doesn’t like you or he’s just using your tight cunny for his own pleasure he’ll never call you, little one.

If he really likes you and wishes to keep you around longer than a day -a couple years- you might hear him slipup and call you darling, but that’s a very rare slipup and he will immediately threaten you or ignore it.

If he’s deemed you important/ his lover then he will call you little one. You’re so small compared to him. Sometimes when he calls you by this little name his lips will curl into a malicious smile, you’re so damn weak and small... he could easily crush you or pierce your heart with his sharp nails... yet you stay by his side. Damn. He wishes he could kill you right now, but sadly he can’t bring himself to do that... He’ll just make you cry instead! “Onna! Where are you!?” Smiling like the devil, Sukuna waits for his pretty little thing to run up to him.

Nanami Kento is a MAN, he isn’t a boy nor is he Sukuna. He respects you, loves you, cherishes you and would do absolutely anything for you.

His nicknames are simple, basic, but hold so much love and UGH you just can’t get enough of him honestly.

Darling

Sweetheart

Love

Beloved

Beautiful

Every night before bed he will always cup your face and rest his forehead on your very own and call you by one of the nicknames he’s given you. And just as he pulls away from you he will tell you to stop worrying so much about him when he’s at work. That he will always come back to you at the end of the day to hold you in his arms. *sobbing*

Whenever you brew him coffee in the morning or make him a sandwich you can’t help but get all giddy because you know the moment he comes into the room and see’s you’ve thought of him he will say, “Thank you, love.” or “Thank you sweetheart” while grabbing his cup of coffee and pulling your back into his chest.

Nanami is a smart man who keeps an eye on you, he knows when you’re worried or something is on your mind, “Darling, what is it? Tell me please.”

He’s just a good guy ya know, he doesn’t want to call you sexy because he finds it to be quite douchey. He doesn't want you to feel like he’s objectifying you because you’re so much more than that. You’re beautiful, stunning, a goddess.

Itadori... Oh... Oh Itadori how i love and cherish that breathtaking smile of yours, but omg... Don’t ever call someone pumpkin again... please.

He’s new okay, he’s not used to this whole nickname thing. You’re his first serious relationship/first person he’s ever taken interest in...

So *facepalm* when you walked out of your house one day in the cutest dress with your hair all done and makeup he just got all red and blurted out “You look so good pumpkin!” Where yes, you thought it was cute but it also reminded you of when your parents would call you that or your grandma... It kinda made you feel like he was your dad... and not in the daddy kind of way.

He actually really likes the nickname. why? No one knows, but oh well you do let him say it here and there since you’ve grown accustomed to it. And honestly you find it so endearing when he says it now, he's found a way to not make it so cringe.

Peach / Peaches -He loves your ass-

Babe

Princess

Bunny

Beautiful

Baby

Butt -He loves your ass-

You can’t lie to yourself, whenever Itadori calls you any of these your heart absolutely skips a beat. Sometimes you swear its stops completely because that big genuine smile he holds on his face is just for you, the nickname is just for you, all his love is just for you.

Princess, bunny, and butt are three of his favorites. Princess and Bunny because he calls you them when he’s jerking his hips into you. Butt because he can’t ever keep his hands off your ass and well he just likes the way it sounds when he says it to you. “Hi butt!” or “Why’re you so short butt” -if you’re shorter than him-. Nuzzling into you Itadori always says, “Goodnight, butt. I love you.” and there it is again, that puppy dog smile of his. He’s such a good boy.

Gojo Satoru... This man, WHO’S MAN IS THIS!? I- *sigh* The nicknames/pet names are freaking endless... Like, you’ve even learned new words because of this.

But his favorites are:

Kitten

Bunny

Princess

Naughty

Stink -Yup he calls you stink-

Wifey -Even if you aren’t married-

Babe

Darling

Meanie

Sweetie Pie

Snookums -He’s cringe-

Like Sukuna, Gojo will call you so many degrading names and i just can’t type all that out unless people really want me to but the list is ENDLESS.

You’re probably wondering, why stink? Right? Well one day you had terrible morning breath and thus, “Stink” was added to Gojo’s nickname list for you. He says it A LOT, especially in the mornings... Always in the mornings... Sorry reader.

Before even being married Gojo was calling you “wifey” sometimes you found it endearing, other times you wanted to punch him. “~Ohhhh! Look at these mochi, should we get some wifey? We could bring some to the kiddos!” Holding the strawberry one up to you he whispers, “Or i could put it on your nipples and ea-” Kicking him in the head you shut him up before the old woman can hear him... Cause let’s face it, he wasn’t being all that quiet on purpose.

During more serious moments with him he calls you darling, he knows you need to hear genuine names and this is one he finds to be genuine. “Darling, come sit in my lap. Please?” Skipping up to him you bounce all cutesy into his lap, “Look at my cute bunny get all excited to sit in daddy’s la-” “Satoru!” “Meanie!!!”

Fushiguro Megumi is on par with Nanami when it comes to nicknames. He’s not going to be calling you sexy or cocksleeve or anything much like that unless you bring it up and say you want him to. Even if you bring it up he’s going to feel a bit awkward and debate on whether he should actually do it or not.

He respects you and wants to treat you like a queen, but at the same time nicknames just really aren’t his thing.

You’ll be lucky to hear him say Sweetheart. Fushiguro mainly sticks to your actual name...

I’m sorry but you’re going to have to be the one to push him into nicknames and try to get him to be more comfortable with them.

There is one though, one he holds dear to his heart because you’re what helps keep his heart beating. Besides his friends, you’re someone who makes him want to live a long life.

My Love

“Thank you, my love. For everything.”

~ 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲 𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸

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djarinova · 4 years ago

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boyfriend denki who kisses you goodbye every single time he leaves the room you're in, even if he's only going to the kitchen to get a snack and he'll literally see you again in less than 5 minutes.

boyfriend denki who texts you a cheesy pickup line every morning, followed by a good morning text with almost all the petnames you can think of and all of the heart emojis repeated three times each.

good morning my love, my darling, my beautiful partner in crime, my dove, my baby, my one true love, my angel, my sweetie pie, my gorgeous babe, my best bro who I get to kiss 💋💘💝💖💗💓💞💕❣️❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍💋💌💘💝💖💗💓💞💕❣️❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍💋💌💘💝💖💗💓💞💕❣️❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍

boyfriend denki who always gets overly giddy with excitement everytime the two of you hold hands, him swinging your arm back and forth as you walk next to eachother.

boyfriend denki who loves to lay his head on your thighs every chance he gets, relishing in the feeling of your hands in his hair, unable to stop himself from humming and groaning with satisfaction, even when the two of you are lounging in the common area. something that annoys Bakugo to no end, "stop making those stupid fucking noises, and move your legs off the sofa sparky you're taking up too much damn room."

boyfriend denki who loves the feeling of your arms around his waist. a grin plastered on his face when you come up behind him and rest your head by his shoulder, his own hands coming to rest on your own.

#bro why am I so soft for him recently #he's literally so CUTE #I want to scream #he's so precious #I want him #denki kaminari fic #denki kaminari x reader #denki kaminari headcanons #.txt #kaminari denki x reader #kaminari denki hcs #denki kaminari hcs #mha hcs #my writing #sage.txt

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sup3rsexy-ax0lotl · 3 years ago

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I've recently started watching mlp again (despite being in my mid teens) and I swear I am going to wife up Applejack. It is my life goal.

♡ 18+ fanfic

♡ Will include smut if I feel like it y'all be patient

♡ A lot of cheesy romance ahead, you've been warned 🧍🧍

♡ This is a wlw fanfic so men go away 😌💞

♡ Mild blood warning but not too bad it's a little tiny cut

~ Apple of my Eye ~

You'd grown familiar with the people of Ponyville, though you were very much closer to some than others, but despite that everyone loved seeing you around the town. Your closest friends were the "Main Six" of Ponyville: Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Applejack (your best friend from the whole group).

You and Applejack had grown a bond unlike any of the rest of the people in the Ponyville. She made you feel special and always made sure you were comfortable and happy with your work. Even on her busy days tending to her farm she would spare a minute to talk to you. Of course if she ever needed help you would drop everything immediately to aid her in anything she needed; be it apple picking or repainting the barn.

As your friendship grew with Applejack, however, you couldn't help but notice a heaviness in your chest whenever the two of you were apart. But it would feel even heavier when you were together.

At first, it left you confused, but as it started to interfere with your work, you grew frustrated. Why wouldn't this feeling ever go away? Why couldn't you go a day without thinking about Applejack? It just didn't make sense to you.

Having had enough of this feeling, you consulted with the rest of your friends about your heavy heart only to be met with the four of them smiling between each other.

"Darling," Rarity spoke up, "it seems to us that you may have a certain... fondness for dear Applejack. Perhaps one that friends wouldn't normally have?"

You blinked.

What?

"What Rarity is trying to say," Twilight spoke out, smiling at you, "is that it's clear you like Applejack as more than a friend,"

Then it hit you.

You liked Applejack.

How had you not figured that out sooner?

Finally seeking out the conclusion you were looking for, you decided to go home, hoping to get the first good night's rest you'd been missing out on for days.

The next morning, you headed straight for Sweet Apple Acres to check if the Apple family needed any help. You noticed Big Mac and Apple Bloom out on the fields tending to some newly sprouted trees, Apple Bloom jumping in excitement while Big Mac kept his usual soft smile.

You leaned against the fence and called out to them, "Hey guys! Is Applejack around?"

"Oh hey Y/N! Yeah she's just over there picking for apples. She could use some help I think,"

Apple Bloom pointed towards some trees further out and you realised you would be alone with Applejack for a while.

You swallowed hard and made your way towards her.

~×~

"Whoo, that is mighty fine work. Thanks a lot for helping me again with the pickin' sugar cube," Apple said with a slight pant to her voice as she rested a hand on your shoulder. The two of you had managed to fill two barrels with vibrant red and green apples.

"You're welcome, Apple Pie," You smiled at her, but brushed her hand off of you to pick up one of the barrels.

"How many times have I told ya not to call me that?" She questioned, but laughed as she did so, picking up the other barrel. You laughed with her but gave no response, feeling no need to. Anyways, you liked hearing her laugh.

"Oh, would you look at those beauties," Granny Smith remarked as you placed your barrel down on the kitchen floor. "You strong girlies need a rest. I'll get you both some Apple cider, how's that sound?"

She was already pushing the two of you out of the room before either of you could object, so you both shrugged at each other and sat down on the porch, watching the sky turn pink.

Applejack sighed as she took off her hat to lean against the wall, her eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face. You opened your mouth to speak but decided against it and kept quiet, letting her rest. Noticing Apple Bloom and Big Mac still out on the fields, you smiled and thought about how happy you might be if you were part of the Apple family. They always seem to have fun; even on busy days.

"What's wrong sweety?" Applejack interrupted your thoughts and you noticed a frown had made its way onto your face. You looked up to meet her eyes, their green hue glowing in the golden light of the sunset, and you sighed.

"I-"

"Here you go dearies, some nice cold cider," Granny Smith's voice cut in as she carefully carried the cider out onto the porch on shaky legs.

"Oh, let me take that from ya Granny." Applejack took the two drinks from Granny Smith's hands and smiled as she passed yours to you. You took it with a quiet "thank you."

"Now, what were you goin' to say there, sugar?" Applejack inquired, but you just responded by saying you remembered you had some work to do before the week ended. She offered to help you but you kindly declined, your mind racing at the thought of her being in such a close proximity to you. You sighed again and sipped on your cider, ignoring Applejack's stare.

~×~

After finishing your drink you said your goodbyes to the Apple family, offering a quick glance at Applejack before leaving. You were headed back to your home in the town, deep in thought when the shrill screech of a voice hit your ears.

"Y/N!!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to the voice that had scared you, recognising it as your friend Pinkie Pie. "Oh, hey Pinkie," You smiled at your excited friend, though admittedly it was forced.

"You look sad, Y/N. What happened?" She asked, concern clear in her voice. Before you could answer, she gasped and came to her own conclusion.

"DID YOU TRY TALKING TO APPLEJACK!?" You slapped your hand over her mouth and shushed her, pulling her behind a building. "Yes but shut up I don't need everyone in Ponyville knowing I like Apple, okay?" You practically begged, and she nodded, even going as far as to Pinkie promise not to tell anyone.

"Maybe, try telling her tomorrow?" She inquired and you nodded, but you felt your stomach twist into a knot.

~x~

As soon as the sun was shining through your window you stumbled out of bed and made the dreaded journey to Sweet Apple Acres. You decided doing what Pinkie insisted would be better for you in the long run, not wanting to have her hovering over your shoulder every hour of every day.

The walk was slow due to hesitation filling your body and the fear of confessing making your blood run cold. This feeling was unfamiliar to you; you'd never liked anyone this much before. And the thought of losing Applejack's friendship was even scarier.

"No. I can't think about that," You whispered to yourself, clenching your fists and continuing the journey on steady feet.

~×~

"Heya darlin'," Applejack called out from the porch as she noticed you walking up the path, "You're startin' to spoil me with all this help you're givin'," She joked with a wink, making your heart stop. Letting out a nervous laugh, you rubbed your shoulder and looked her in the eye. They were sparkling again in the warm light of the sunrise, and you felt your stomach twist tighter as you fell for her even harder.

"Well anyways, everyone's out working on the fields today, so that leaves us baking apple pies. That okay with you, Sugar?" Applejack informed and you nodded, smiling slightly.

You'd be working alone with Applejack.

Upon entering the kitchen, Applejack assigned you the role of apple preparation while she made the dough. She carefully passed you a knife to cut the apples after washing them and you began chopping. A peaceful silence washed over the two of you as you concentrated on your tasks, but of course, Pinkie's words sat at the back of your mind.

"Try telling her," echoed through your thoughts and you clenched the knife a little harder.

Just try making conversation first.

"So, how come we're making pies?"

"We're runnin' low on baked goods so Granny told me to start makin' some more. That, and, we make a pretty good team," She beamed at you and you felt the blood rising to your cheeks so you quickly looked back down to continue chopping.

"Yeah, I suppose we do..."

"Honey, you seem a little down. What's wrong, Sweety?"

You felt panic shoot through you and started to shake. 'Be honest,' was the next thing. You continued cutting with a shaking hand. 'No, if I was honest now I'd ruin everything,' you thought, so deep in your own doubts you were no longer paying attention to how you were cutting.

You felt the blade come down on your finger and you hissed, pulling away and clenching your hand tight.

"Fucking shit," You cursed in a panic.

Applejack looked over to you with wide eyes.

"Y/N!" She rushed over to you and took your hand, holding it over the sink as she ran cold water over your bleeding finger. She left you for a minute to grab a clean cloth and a bandaid and returned to you with a furrowed brow.

"That was stupid. What the hell is goin' on with you, sugar cube?"

You looked down at her hand holding yours, your cut freshly cleaned and covered. A hand met your cheek and you looked back up at Applejack, her face now more concerned than angry.

"You've been awful distracted lately, what's on your mind?"

Her hand left your cheek to rest on your shoulder, a sad smile growing on her face. You couldn't help but feel like this was going to be the end of a wonderful friendship - just the thought of Applejack avoiding you made you feel sick.

You sighed.

'Now or never.'

"Applejack I... I like you. A lot. As more than a friend."

...

Silence filled the room.

You started to panic.

"Fuck I messed up," You thought to yourself.

But just as you were about to pull your hand away, her grip tightend, and you looked up to see a smiling Applejack with a pink tint resting on her cheeks.

"Sweety, was that all?" She laughed softly.

"You're not uncomfortable or upset?"

"Upset? Hun, why would I be upset? I've been racking my brain trying to think of ways to tell you I... I like you too."

"I like you too."

Those words echoed in your mind and you felt your body finally relax for the first time in weeks.

"You like me too?" You spoke in awe, smiling as a wave of relief washed over you.

A soft pair of lips to your forehead were conformation enough for you and sighed a contented sigh, looking Applejack in eye.

"I do," She whispered as she leaned in closer to you until you felt her lips fall against yours. The kiss was sweet and you both very easily found a rhythm that felt natural, as if you'd already kissed a thousand times before.

Her lips were soft, and you could taste the fainted taste of apples on your tongue.

Her hand caressed your cheek, down your jaw and rested on your collar bone as she pulled away, leaving you breathless.

"Now," Applejack started, "since we've got all that mushy shit outta the way, how about we get back to bakin'," She gestured at the mess on the kitchen counter and you laughed, nodding your head.

"This time, I'll do the choppin'."

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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This is super random but I got onto thinking about pet names the boys might call you? Terms of endearment? Sorry it's not a fic request I was just curious what you thought.

Terms of Endearment

Hehe okay thank you for the request! This was kinda hard but even still it was fun :) ... sorry it took so long to get out but there’s only so many nicknames/pet names out thereeee. Tell me what your fave ones are!! 💓 this is also super subjective so if your opinion differs from mine tell meeee and we can discuss! 🥺

Din Djarin

I need to brush up on my Mando’a but ‘mesh’la’ (beautiful) and ‘cyar’ika’ (sweetheart). I’m sorry I know that’s an obvious one but I couldn’t really go for anything else.

Javier Peña

Javier is Spanish and I’m not fluent in that language but I do remember from school that ‘cariño’ roughly translates to darling/dear. And that just sounds really cute and I can definitely imagine him calling you that. Also ‘beautiful’.

Jack Daniels

Oh my god. Things like ‘cutie pie’, ‘pumpkin’, ‘cupcake’, ‘sugar’, ‘darlin’’. Think of food... and sweet treats. He’d name you after those and it would fit him so well with that thick Southern accent.

Ezra Prospect

Ezra is so articulate, he literally speaks in cursive and my brain cannot comprehend that. But maybe like ‘honey’ or ‘moonshine’ or... ‘darlin’’ because that southern accent again!

Oberyn Martell

‘Angel’, or like... I wanna say ‘dove’ but that’s ONLY because Dove by @honeymandos lives rent free in my mind and that’s what he calls the reader. It’s so good you should all definitely read it.

Frankie Morales

He’d call you ‘love’ or ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’. Especially in the mornings when he just wakes up and nuzzles his nose into your neck. And his voice is kinda gruff and he whispers “good morning” and then one of those nicknames!

Max Phillips

I hate this but he’d call you ‘sexy’. Any pet names he’d have for you wouldn’t be sweet or romantic. They’d be to do with your appearance. That doesn’t mean Max can’t be sweet or romantic. He just doesn’t show it through his pet names.

Maxwell Lord

Hmmm. Maybe ‘doll’, or ‘my treasure’. He’d be like “be a doll and fetch me a cup of coffee”. The inner Max Lord simp in me would want him to call me ‘princess’ tehehe that’s cute. My knees would go weak I think I’d faint just a bit.

Dave York

No. He’d just call you by your name. Your FULL name. Sike! Dave York would call you ‘babe’ or ‘baby’. OR ‘babygirl’. Oh to be called one of those names by Dave York. I’m yearning.

Pero Tovar

Tovar grabs you by the collar and growls ‘mine’ in your ear. That man is feral. F E R A L. That’s what he calls you. He’s possessive and he wants everyone to know that you’re his. You belong to him. His native language is Spanish though so he’d most likely use Spanish terms of endearment.

Dio

I don’t even knooow. Something scary I can imagine. But if you’re dating Dio you’re probably into that. He would never admit to it but I think Dio would looove it if you called him “baby”. He’d straight up be blushing.

Marcus Pike

‘Babycakes’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘sunshine’... the list goes on. Every nickname ever. Especially the sweet and wholesome ones. Marcus Pike is the kinda guy who saves your number into his phone and writes your contact name as ‘wife’.

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birdy-bat-writes · 4 years ago

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What do you think are the boys pet name for their s/o?

Aww this is such a cute ask. 🥰🌸 Okay let's see!

Dick: Babe, Baby, Sunshine, Darling, Lucky Charm, Dragosta mea (gender neutral, meaning "my love" in Romani. Lucky charm has double meaning because he loves the cereal, and he considers you to be his lucky charm. Plus, you’re sweet. :) He’ll never go on patrol without kissing you twice. Once before he grabs his mask, then just before he leaves. the second one always lingers and ends with “See you in a bit, Sunshine.”

Jason: Princess, Darling Star, Babygirl, Honey, Hun, Angel, Doll, Kitty cat (Kitten, but that’s for later 😉). Can you imagine him waking up, walking behind you and kissing your cheek from behind, and then just hugging your waist with a “Good morning, Princess.”

Tim: Milady, Beautiful, Love, Sweetheart, Sweetie, Bean, Cherry blossom for when its cold outside and your nose gets pink. Imagine you’re at work or at the library studying and you feel a tap on your shoulder. when you turn around, you see it’s Tim and he's holding a bag of pastries. “Hello, Beautiful.”

Damian: Love, Darling, Beloved, Habibi/Habibti (Arabic for ‘my love’), Sweetheart, Sweetie, Moonshine, he could also call you Ya Amar, meaning ‘My moon’). A shortened version of your name or maybe ‘Mx. Wayne’. Everyday when you come home, Damian is waiting for you. When you walk in, you get a hug, a kiss and a “Welcome home, Love. How was your day?”

Duke: Sweetie-pie, Sleeping beauty (when you fall asleep on his shoulder), Angel-face, Gorgeous, maybe he would name you after the color of your eyes like Baby-blue, Honey, Hazel. You fall asleep next to Duke sometimes and your head will roll onto his shoulder. He will make sure not to move or make a sound until you wake up, and when you finally do, you get “Good morning, Sleeping beauty. Dream of me?”

#damian wayne #dick grayson #Jason Todd #duke thomas #Tim Drake #nightwing #Damian al Ghul #Red Robin #red hood #ROBIN BATMAN #dc fluff #DC comics #damian wayne fluff #tim drake fluff #jason todd fluff #x reader #dick grayson fluff #birdy bat asks

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owlclawstudios · 4 years ago

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hey sorry if this fanfic came in late I said I was making a fanfic of charlotte's birthday party so I had to save sometime to make this I have a little writers Block with this but I've managed to get some ideas <3 hope you enjoy :)

June 21 1933 new york

It was a beautiful day. It was the first day of summer and it was Charlotte Walter's 24th birthday.

Henry and all of their coworkers planned something for charlotte.

Henry was currently making her breakfast in bed for his girlfriend.. He smiled as

He grabbed a breakfast tray and he placed a plate of homemade pancakes, another with scrambled eggs along with some bacon. There was also a glass of cold brew coffee and a vase of flowers on the tray. The flowers in the vase were gardenias and baby's breath, Charlotte's favorite flowers.

"Good morning angel pie! Happy birthday!" he cooed gently, placing a tray on her lap once she sat up Charlotte smiled

“ Thank you honey..” Charlotte said while yawning.she smiled at the tray of breakfast. After breakfast henry.

“ anytime sweetie” henry cooed,

Henry also had planned on proposing to Charlotte and he thought it would make it the birthday she’ll never forget and he wanted to make it special for charlotte. After breakfast Charlotte put on her best outfit which was a simple day dress with white gloves and a small hat with pump heeled shoes. Nothing too fancy though.

“ hey uh babe i think i've left something in the studio mind if we stop by and get it?“ Henry said. That is where the surprise party is being held.

“ Of course my love, “ Charlotte said with a smile. As Henry led her to his car.

A few minutes later they were at the studio and the lights were off.

Charlotte turned on the light.

“ Happy birthday Charlotte “ the employees said in sync, they had set up a surprise party for charlotte. Charlotte smiled.

“ Happy birthday darling,” Henry cooed, kissing Charlotte's cheek. She hugged henry.

“ thank you so much everyone, “ charlotte said happily.

“ Anytime Charlotte, “ Allison said with a smile. Meanwhile at the party Henry put his hand in his pocket to take out the ring box. Henry motioned Wally to dim the lights and Norman to use a projector as a spotlight shining onto Henry and charlotte. Everyone watched as henry got down on one knee in front of charlotte and he smiled.

“ Charlotte, I want to make this the birthday you”ll never forget,” henry said with his cheeks glowing from blushing. Charlotte blushed.

"I want to make you the happiest woman alive, every day for as long as we live. Will you let me do that, and make me the happiest man in the world?" Henry pulls his hand out of his pocket to hold a small box.

His baby blue eyes glimmered with so much love for his girl friend

"Charlotte, will you marry me?" he said with a smile as he opens the ring box to reveal a ring with a silver band with a emerald gemstone in the middle with small rhinestones

Charlotte gasped, covering her mouth, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she smiled. " oh henry... yes!" Charlotte exclaimed happily, hugging him, Henry hugged back tears of joy leaked from his eyes and he scooped her up and spun her around happily as everyone clapped and cheered. Henry then slipped the ring onto Charlotte's finger and they both smiled and blushed at each other as they both soon kissed passionately as everyone cheered again. They soon pulled back and smiled.

“ i love you Charlotte,” henry cooed.

“ I love you too Henry” Charlotte cooed back, this is the birthday Charlotte would cherish for the rest of her life.

The end

#Bendy and the ink machine #Henry stein #Henry x Charlotte #Wally franks #Allison pendle #fanfiction #norman polk #Charlotte walters

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mango-bango-bby · 4 years ago

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Good morning beautiful! 💕 how are you? How did you sleep?

Hello, sweetie pie!! I’m doing good, darling, my cat tried to murder me in my sleep last night but other than that I’m good!! 💕💖💗💓💝💞 Please remember to drink water, my darling 🥺🥺

#mango answers #mango speaks #🥭🥭🥭

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potestessemagishomosexualitatis · 5 years ago

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The First Thing In The Morning

Happy birthday to @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors! They asked for “hopelessly in love married logicalty” so I hope this satisfies.

On AO3.

“Good morning, love.”

The first thing Logan was aware of were the arms around his waist, holding him close. The next thing he felt was a gentle kiss against the back of his neck, right along the hairline. He blinked his eyes open, and saw the amber light of morning brightening the room, a searing shaft of sunlight falling through the gap in the curtains.

Logan grumbled and rolled over, hiding his face in his husband’s chest.

Patton chuckled.

“Happy birthday, Lo-Lo.”

“Nnngghhhh.”

Logan snuggled in closer to the warm heat of Patton’s body, even as Patton kissed his forehead and smoothed a hand through Logan’s hair.

“I was going to make you breakfast,” Patton said, his voice a low rumble under Logan’s ear. “Cheese and mushroom omelettes, and waffles with Crofters, and a nice big cup of coffee...”

Logan tightened his arms around Patton.

“Nooo...” he said softly. “Don’t move...”

“Are we staying in bed all day?” Patton asked, and Logan nodded into his chest. “Oh, what a shame. I guess we’ll have to cancel the trip to the aerospace museum this morning... and the picnic with Ro and V this afternoon... and the lovely dinner I was going to make you...”

“Paaat.” Logan finally unburied his face long enough to frown at Patton. “It’s my birthday. You’re not allowed to tease me.”

“Oh, is that the rule?” Patton grinned. “Nope, doesn’t sound right to me.”

He laughed again, and Logan’s brain, already sleep-addled, melted back into oblivion at the sight of that beautiful joy, at knowing that he’d caused something incredible. Logan had tried to live his whole life according to logic, but the fact that Patton had chosen him, out of all the world, to fall in love with? That was an illogical truth that he would never stop being thankful for.

Logan craned his head up, and Patton obligingly met him halfway, kissing him softly with a smile still on his lips. But when Logan tried to kiss him again, he pulled away a little.

“Honey, we’ve gotta get up,” Patton reminded him. “We’ve got a whole day planned, and you don’t want to miss it.”

“Can’t be better than this,” Logan murmured, leaning into Patton’s neck. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Love...” Patton’s voice softened, and he squeezed Logan tight. “How about I make a deal with you. If you get out of bed, then I’ll give you as many kisses as you want for the rest of the day. Come on, sweetie-pie, up we get...”

Logan reluctantly allowed Patton to pull away, and after a moment of groaning regret, he rolled out of bed too. Immediately he padded around to where Patton was, and latched onto the shorter man’s back, kissing the side of his face over one shoulder.

“I got up,” Logan grumbled. “I intend to claim my reward.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” Patton replied, turning to face him. “Come on, let’s get some coffee in you. And Logan?”

“Mmm?”

Patton pressed up on his toes, tangling his fingers in Logan’s hair as he pulled him down for a heated kiss that wiped all rational thought from Logan’s head. For a long, beautiful moment there was nothing left in the world but Logan and Patton, pressed against each other in a warm embrace, hearts bursting with happiness and love.

After the kiss they lingered for a moment, lips almost touching, eyes closed. But then Patton pulled back, and Logan opened his eyes in time to see his husband’s playful smirk as he began to walk towards the kitchen.

“Happy birthday, darling.”

#logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality fics #sanders sides #my fics

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brownskinsugarplum76 · 5 years ago

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Deceiving Looks, Pt 3

Here's the next chapter of this story. Part 1 and Part 2 are at the links.

Lots of flirting, some touching, some wild thoughts. NSFW. Full smut in the next part. ❤️❤️❤️

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Josephine opens the door when Robert knocks. “Right on time. Not bad for a young man who doesn’t own a watch,” she says demurely. “Come on in.”

Robert nods, enters, and looks around. The blackout curtains are drawn to keep out the brilliant sunrise, and the lights have been dimmed. The perfume that he smelled on Josephine at the door lingers in the air inside her suite. Despite the soft lighting, Robert can plainly see every curve of his new acquaintance’s body, as her belted satin kimono clings to her frame.

His heart is racing. He still feels bad about how he looks, but the feeling of lust surging in his body informs him that he is, nevertheless, getting to familiar ground.

“I didn’t wish you a proper good morning earlier,” he says. He brushes her lips with his tentatively, then with more passion. His hands migrate to cradle her back. Slowly everything starts to feel right. Normal.

She shudders as he unties her robe, removes it from her shoulders, and warms her skin with his hands.

He takes in the sight of her black lace teddy and can't let the vision go. Josephine is not a catalog model cutie pie or college coed; she's a full, live, grown woman. With a career, it seems. He imagines she spends her days reading and writing memos, taking careful notes at meetings and asking demanding questions, and taking her heels off and curling up on the couch with a book at the end of the day. For all her inner strength, he imagines she would appreciate a man who would cut through all the bullshit--work politics, bills, escrow payments, whatever else would be a typical problem for someone like her--and pin her down in the present moment with thrust after searing thrust of his cock. He knows he can be that man for her, age difference be damned. He smiles and hopes the experience he's racked up lately will meet up with what she has acquired over a lifetime.

“That smile… Mmmm… I could tell you’d be a young man who knows what he wants… Do you like what you see?” She murmurs, slipping out of his grasp, walking to the doorway of the bedroom, and giving a twirl for his viewing.

“No.”

Before she can control her sense of shock, Robert crosses the room and whispers in her ear: “I love it.” He surprises himself with this impromptu gambit of seduction. She beckons him with the wiggle of a finger, and when he stoops to her, she cups his face and kisses him deeply.

Both of them smile, taking in the moment that has passed. A bond is brewing between them. It pulses with light and heat and seems to be taking on a life of its own rapidly.

“You should’ve seen me earlier, when I didn’t look so...uh...lived-in… Could I use your shower? I didn’t have enough time, and--”

“Absolutely. No need to explain. This way.” She places a hand on his arm and ushers him to the bathroom. "I'll be back."

“You don’t want to keep me company?” Robert’s voice is innocent, but the dare of his eyes and his crooked smirk indicate indecent intentions. He wants to make her swoon. He wants to reveal himself to her in a way that makes it feel like she’s savoring a glass of her favorite wine before a memorable dinner. Then, for the main event, he imagines feeling her skin against his, feeling her warm breath in his face with each thrust of his sex, hearing her scream his name, hearing himself scream hers. It's helping him to feel more like his usual charismatic, horny self, no matter how different she might be from his usual lovers.

She laughs, closes the toilet, and sits on the lid. "Are you putting on a show for me, Robert?"

"That's what they pay me for most nights, though it hasn't been for an audience of one yet."

"Well, then, I'm glad to be your first time, dear." She crosses her legs. She watches him turn on the water.

“There are very few firsts left for me nowadays, I’m afraid. But yes, you will be taking one from me tonight.” He eyes her for a little too long before he turns to check the shower temperature one last time and starts to remove his shirt.

“Well, this isn’t much of a show… You’re not facing the audience! You can’t see me right now, but I’m pouting.”

“What was I thinking… What a silly lad I am…” He turns to face Josephine and peels off his shirt, as slowly as one can remove an already unbuttoned shirt. “Better?” He drops his shirt to the floor and puts his hands on his hips.

“A fine start, Robert! Bravo.” Her eyes linger on the path from his strong jawline down his neck, to his chest, which is barely covered with fuzz.

He yanks his belt from the loops on his jeans. He swats her exposed thigh with the leather, bringing the belt to rest on her lap. He figures a grand gesture is in order. It seems to be what she enjoys, throwing him off balance and then being surprised when he does it to her.

“Hmm… Do you like to be in control, Robert?” she asks with a quizzical expression, but the smile that soon blossoms reveals her attempt to probe his naughty side.

“Do you, ma'am?” He grins and searches her eyes. With her full attention, he unbuttons and removes his jeans.

Her eyes flicker wildly for a second at the sight of his naked body and stiffening cock, and her breath hitches.

She takes in every nuance of his exposed skin and its underlying musculature. With her eyes she worships the way he was knitted together by nature, her gaze an offering to his unparalleled masculinity. Her smile is as unforced as it is hungry.

Her composure returns in the next beat, but not her witty words. For now.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of snakes, Miss Josephine…”

"I've never met one I didn't like. And yours, Robert… Yours, sweet Robert, is no exception. You've got my undivided attention, in fact…" She beckons him closer. She lifts his cock, examines the shifted hood of skin that has revealed a smooth, large, symmetrical head, traces the vein that courses down his length, notices the darkness of the hair at his crotch being out of sorts with the summer waves that flow from his head. "Beautiful. Every last bit of it. I can't wait to get to know him much better… But for now, darling, your shower awaits." She starts a slow massage of his cock, keeping her eyes trained to his. "There's more for you when you get out of the shower. Much more."

She releases her grip and feasts her eyes on Robert's cock at its full size. He turns and enters the water. He groans at the feeling of warm water on his body.

“Best shower out of all the hotels around,” Josephine shares.

“Do you come to Hawaii often?” Robert’s melodious voice can still be heard over the water and from behind the glass shower door.

“Often enough. I work in Mary Kay sales. Tops in my city. Good enough to earn the trip out here every year. I spend one day running around at the meeting, and then it’s time for me to play: go to the beach, dance the night away in the clubs, spend the morning with someone special…”

“I’m not your first boy toy? You’re hurting my feelings.”

“Sadly, you're not the first. But I’m sure you can make things unforgettable, no?”

"I'll try my best."

"Now I know you can do better than that, Robert… I'm counting on you."

"Nothing to fear, love. I promise."

A loud knock sounds at the door. "Be right back, sweetie."

While Robert finishes lathering himself up, he guesses about who could have stopped by. It could be as simple as staff bringing extra sheets. Or it could be a friend of Josephine's, another woman on the prowl in paradise. A reinforcement. He fantasizes about two well-dressed women becoming undone by his slightest touch. He groans and is about to stroke himself when Josephine returns.

"You have a mimosa waiting for you when you finish. And as many as you want after that. There's plenty of champagne and orange juice. And some breakfast food, too, if you become famished for some reason."

Robert chuckles. "Nothing better to work up an appetite, innit?"

He rinses the shampoo out of his hair and starts on conditioner. "Fancy another song, Josephine?"

"I'd love one." She starts drinking the glass she intended to give to Robert. She figures she'll have time to pour another, or she can make him forget all about it.

"Come to me, my love/To the sea, the sea of love/I wanna tell you how much I love you…" He croons in a voice that's lower than usual. "Do you remember when we met/That's the day I knew you were my pet/I wanna tell you oh, how much I love you…"

"My goodness, Robert. You are a talented young man… What a beautiful voice."

The shower stops, and he opens the door. "Come with me/To the sea/Of love…"

Josephine struggles with whether to absorb the sound of Robert's seductive purr, or relish the paths that the drops of shower water are taking down his taut skin.

"Are you still with me, Jo?" Robert approaches her, slicks his hair behind his head, and grabs a towel to dry off. He studies her intently. He knows she's turned on as much as he is. He hopes she has as much stamina as he thinks he can muster, after getting a second wind from the shower.

She continues to study him, as if in a trance. She quickly snaps back to reality and stands to approach him. She places one hand on Robert's chest and cups his face with the other. "Yes. I'm all yours today," she declares before teasing his mouth open with her tongue.

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husbandits · 5 years ago

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a bevy of reactions to super sweet/babying nicknames; tried to keep these detailed, but a few of them are a little shorter

gender neutral!reader

molly

dearest/sugar plum/princess/buttercup

she huffs and pretends to be annoyed

gives you a mock roll of her eyes

she loves the attention, the way you fawn over her

pda is very important to her, esp after the way her relationship with dutch fizzled

so she loves when you call her sweet things, boldly announce your feelings like this

especially when you follow it up later in her tent

bill

darling/sweetheart/baby/love

he'll get flustered every single time

it doesn't matter if it's the first time, or years after you get together

he freezes up and starts blushing

stammers something rude about not calling him such stupid things

open affection is hard for him, he still half-thinks you're making fun of him on his bad days

so he gets stuck up on how to react for just a moment, when you call him something so endearing

and then he forces himself to relax, shakes off the suspicion

reaches for you, after a moment, apologizing for snapping and giving your fingers a little squeeze

dutch

doll/kitten/baby-cakes/pet

if you're out in the camp, where everyone can see, he'll get flustered

his shoulders'll square up a bit and he'll duck his eyes just a touch

he won't respond to whatever you said directly, but give a muted indirect response

and he'll ask, where no one can hear, that you keep that sort of thing for just the two of you

but there's a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and his voice is a little closer to cracking than usual

if you're in the relative privacy of your tent, however…

he'll blush a little bit

give you a needy little look, answer whatever question you asked with either a 'sir' or 'ma'am'

he's smiling as he does so, eyes going a little wide and head bowing just a bit...

satya

sweet potato/lover bird/honey pie/beautiful

she's also going to be a little annoyed when you bust out the sugary nicknames

not because she doesn't like them, of course

it's just that she's been deliberating for like weeks now over what to call you

if you're comfortable with being called anything like that, or if you find it demeaning

satya's the kind of person that doesn't like to overstep boundaries, and tends to give the people around her more social distance as a result, sometimes coming off as cold

communicating things that aren't clear cut is hard for her, and emotions can be… tricky to sort out

so when you saunter into the kitchen one morning, one hand on her hip and call her beautiful, she's a little envious, just at first

purses her lips into her tea, her grip tightening on the edge of her mug

and then you pull back a bit, apologize with your eyes not meeting hers

she shakes her head slightly. gives a wry smile

"it's quite alright, bulbul…"

jesse

honey/sugar/light of my life/angel

adores being spoiled like this

will indulge you right back, coming over and wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest for a quick cuddle

like seriously he's super romantic at heart and loves sap

get ready for being called all sorts of silly nicknames, like baby-cakes or honey-bunch

it can easily become something of a game, the two of you playing it up to see who can come up with the mushier nickname

especially likes the value-based nicknames, like angel, on days when he's feeling a little worse

he doesn't let it show much, but it's easy to tell when his shoulders stay slumped all day, the ever-so-slightly forced nature to his smile

he doesn't really want a lot of attention when he's like this, but a little touch on the shoulder, something warm to hold onto, and an adoring nickname is enough to remind him he's loved, and a good, worthy man

roxy

pumpkin/my heart/sweetie/cutie pie

okay roxy's really affection-starved so she'll freaking melt when you call her pet names

like especially in the beginning, before she's really sunk in to the idea that you're here and you love her

no matter what she's doing, the second she hears your pet name she breaks out into a big grin

bounces up on her toes a moment, overcome with affection, and rushes over to give you a little kiss

get ready for some serious snuggling later

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your-hearts-shadow · 6 years ago

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Sanji x Mentally ill Reader

“Cmon, sweetheart.... up and at em.”

You groaned and turned under a large pile of blankets at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice.

Gross dreary crusty eyes peek out from underneath at the tall blonde and he lets out an endeared coo.

“Ah~! You’re so cute when you wake up!”

Cute? You? Right now? No way. Especially not right now.

You’d been bombarded by so many of your responsibilities at once and cracked under the pressure. Causing you to regress into laying in bed, not finding the will to move or do the things you needed or wanted to do. Trash strewn throughout your tiny dwelling. You thanked the lord above you hadn’t accepted Sanji’s invitation to move in together. But with him, being here now, (you gave him a key) seeing you in this mess. Hair gross and greasy, you probably smelled like you’d died, and your house in utter chaos, you wanted to disappear from existence.

You hadn’t returned his calls or his cute flirty texts.

He must’ve been worried to death.

You felt worse.

He still smiled at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world to him and gently glided his finger tips across the portions of skin he could touch.

“Wakey Wakey, My sweetie pie~”

Begrudgingly, you sat up and he beamed even brighter which made you turn red.

He pulled the surrounding blankets and sheets off your form and pressed a kiss to your cheek. No!!! You were too gross to kiss right now!!! But he didn’t seem to mind.

“Good Morning, my sweet, adorable, little, cuddle bug~”

If it were possible, you turned an even more shocking red at his sweet talk. Turning to mush due to being babied to such a degree.

“Tell me something, sweet pea.....when was the last time you ate?”

You blinked, mind hazy, and still reeling from embarrassment as you tried to recall. And as if on cue, your stomach let out a loud grumble.

Sanji chuckled and you died a little inwardly.

“I guess that answers that question.”

He took your hands in his own and held them tight to his chest. A gentle smile on his face, full of belief and kindness.

“Do you think you could get up and take a bath while I make something for you? Can you do that, my most darling?”

He was going to kill you. You wanted to cry. He was way too sweet.

You nodded and he patted your head.

“Ah~! So Cute! I knew you could! I’ll get started. And once you’re all clean and with a full tummy, we’ll clean up the house, okay? One step at a time.”

You loved this man so much.

#sanji x reader #this is self indulgent as hecky #but idc #one piece x reader #Black Leg Sanji x reader

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I, Conqueror: Part 2

By SwordnQuil

Pairing: Xena/Gabrielle

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: The best Conqueror tale I’ve ever read, this story follows a similar line to Remember Nothing (No violence alt-universe Xena). Gabrielle wakes up to find herself in a universe where Xena has conquered Greece, Callisto is her right-hand, and the world trembles at her feet. Can she set to rights this world turned upside-down?

Karreleus sidestepped a massive swing from Potus’ blade, then came back with one of his own, narrowly missing the other man’s head with the tip of his sword. "Come on, you sissy. My mother fights better than you do!"

Breathing heavily, the young man adjusted his grip on the sweat-slick hilt of his sword, trying to ready himself for another attack. "I’m trying, Karreleus! I told you I was a farmer!"

"You’re a soldier now, boy. And you’d better start acting like one before the Conqueror herself lops off your head for ya."

Paling, Potus gulped, then nodded, his dark eyes determined. "I’m ready."

"Yer not holdin’ a plow, fer Zeus’ sake! Stand with your feet further apart. Like this!" The old campaigner demonstrated and Potus mimicked his stance.

"Better?"

"Not by much, it ain’t. Alright now, hold up yer blade like that. Steady. Ready? Here it comes."

Potus’ eyes widened in shock as he managed to deflect the blow. A slow grin covered his face. Unfortunately, his amazement blinded him to the fact that the sword was returning for a repeat performance.

His own sword flying from his hand, the young man felt the bite of steel as it sliced through his armor and deep into his chest. Looking at Karreleus in dumb amazement, Potus fell to his knees, then pitched forward onto the ground.

"Aw fer the love of Zeus. Get up, boy!" The older man toed Potus over onto his back, then winced as his blood bloomed from the gaping wound in his flesh. "Damn me to Tartarus. Potus, what’d you go and do a thing like that for?"

"I..."

Gabrielle, who’d caught the very end of the exercise from her place behind a conveniently placed bolder, chose that moment to step into the spotlight, running over to the downed man and clamping her hand over the rent in his flesh.

"Get back with the other cooks, woman!" Karreleus shouted, trying to drag the determined bard away. "This man needs a healer, not a nursemaid."

"I am a healer," Gabrielle replied, "and this man is going to die if we can’t stop the bleeding right now."

"But..."

Another soldier, drawn by the commotion, wandered onto the scene, his hands full of half-repaired armor. Reaching up, Gabrielle plucked the needle and gut from his hand, mumbling a quick ‘thank you’ to the stunned man. Then she looked back up at Karreleus. "Do you have any alcohol?"

The older man concentrated on moving his slack jaw. "We...the Conqueror don’t let us keep none here," he said, finally.

"I got some right here, honey," a third soldier chimed in, removing a dirty flask from his leathers.

"You’re gonna get yer head taken off for that one, Pentres."

"What the Conqueror don’t know won’t hurt her none, Karreleus. Hey, sweetie pie, how’s about you an’ me sharin’ a belt behind the supply tent?" he asked, waving the flask in what he thought was a seductive manner.

"Another time, perhaps," the bard replied, swiping the flask from his dirty fingers. She looked down at her wide-eyed patient. "This is going to hurt a bit, Potus."

"Are...are you an angel?"

Gabrielle grinned. "No. Just a friend. Take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and this will be over before you know it, alright?"

The young man nodded, worship evident in his eyes.

The bard cum healer colored slightly, then uncapped the flask and poured a liberal dose directly over the hemorrhaging cut.

Potus screamed, then passed out.

"Makes my job easier," she said unnecessarily. Reaching into her bag, she brought out a clean cloth that she and Xena used for bandages and dabbed at the wound, cleaning the worst of the blood off. "It’s not as bad as it looks. A few stitches and he’ll have a nice scar to brag about to his friends."

The soldiers looked on in amazement as Gabrielle deftly repaired the gaping wound, her stitches tiny and precise. Smiling in satisfaction, the bard leaned back on her heels, wiping her bloody hands on the rag. Then she looked up at the soldiers crowding around her. "If you boys would be good enough to point me in the direction of your healing tent, we can get this man into a decent bed and bandaged up properly." She flashed them all her most charming smile.

And found herself suddenly surrounded by almost half a camp of eager volunteers.

Oh, Xena, if you could see me now.

*******

The Conqueror, up before the dawn, was seated at her map table and pouring over battle plans when a knock sounded at the door to her chambers.

A nod to her interior guard, and the door was opened. Another soldier stepped across the threshold, bowing deeply. "Callisto asks an audience with you, Majesty."

Leaning against the back of her chair, Xena rubbed the bridge of her nose between two fingers. "Show her in."

The guard bowed again. "As you wish, Majesty."

He disappeared for a moment, then reappeared, a coyly grinning Callisto in tow.

"Good morning, my sweet!" Callisto cried out in her typical singsong voice. "And such a glorious morning it is, wouldn’t you agree?"

Xena eyed her Second briefly before returning her attention to the map on the table. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed both guards, who bowed and exited the room silently.

Callisto closed the final distance between them, parking one hip on the corner of the large table and pulling Xena’s dagger from its place within the heart of Rome. She pouted, staring into the Conqueror’s glossy black hair. "Looks like someone had a very boring night last night."

Xena glanced up again. "Looks like you more than made up for that."

Callisto stretched, cat-like, proudly displaying the myriad of tiny bruises that dotted her shoulders, neck and upper chest. "I like to think of it as a sacred duty, my love. After all, someone needs to have fun here. And since it obviously isn’t going to be you..." Flipping the dagger in her hand, she proceeded to clean her short nails with it.

Xena returned to her study of the battle plans.

Seeing that the Conqueror wasn’t rising to the bait, Callisto sighed, and, coming to her feet, walked over to the window, staring out over the fields of soldiers beginning a new day. She turned back to the woman who was singularly uninterested in the sight. "Oh come on, Xena! It’s such a beautiful day! The sun is shining..." Trailing off, she cocked her head. "You do remember what the ‘sun’ is, don’t you, darling? It’s that big yellow thing that hangs in the sky and makes us sweat?"

Xena shot Callisto another withering look. "I assume you have a reason for interrupting my work?"

Callisto snorted, flipping the knife casually in her hand. "If you can call looking over the same boring plans for the thousandth time work."

"I can."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"You tell me."

With an overly dramatic sigh, Callisto returned to the desk, perching her hip once again upon one corner. "You need to get out more," she comment in a mock-serious tone, tracing one of the map’s lines with the point of her procured dagger. "And I know just the thing!"

"And that would be," Xena drawled, batting the knife’s edge away with the side of her hand.

"A surprise inspection!" the blonde cried out gleefully. "I think the troops are getting a little lax."

Without raising her head, Xena’s eyes lanced through her second in command. "And the fault for that would lie..."

Callisto pouted. "Just a figure of speech, my darling. I’m sure they’re up and ready to do your bidding at a second’s notice. But it would do the men so much good to see their gallant leader striding among them, poised for action." She cocked her head, staring into the icy blue eyes while twirling the point of the knife around on her finger. "Wouldn’t do for them to start thinking you’ve lost it, now would it."

The blonde’s insides curled as a dark smile bloomed upon the Conqueror’s lips. Before she could even think to move, Callisto was relieved of her knife and caught up in a neck hold, her back pressed against the hard body and soft breasts of her captor.

"Lost it, huh?" Xena purred into Callisto’s ear. "Does it feel like I’ve ‘lost it’ to you?"

Near to dizzy from the scent and feel of the Conqueror’s essence surrounding her, Callisto’s usual assortment of biting quips dried up in her mouth. She swallowed, determined to show the taller woman none of the fear and desire she was feeling from her suddenly changed, and charged, circumstances.

"I asked you a question, Callisto."

And if I could remember just what it was, I’d be sure to answer you, my sweet.

"Don’t think for a second that I’m so enamored of your ‘service’ to me that I would hesitate to snap your pretty little neck, Callisto. You live only because I allow it. You breathe because it pleases me. You’d do well to remember that."

Callisto kept even her thoughts deliberately silent, lest the Conqueror divine their meaning simply from breathing in her very air.

"So tell me, Callisto," Xena said conversationally, tightening her grip a fraction before releasing her captive and flinging her the length of the room, then flinging her dagger so it pierced the wooden door just a hair above the blonde’s head, "are we having fun yet?"

From her place on the floor, Callisto shot the Conqueror a look filled with murderous venom.

Xena threw back her head and laughed, then turned to the room’s other door. "Ling Li! Niamey!"

The two body servants came into the room quickly, kneeling at the foot of the Conqueror. "Yes, Majesty?"

"Prepare my leathers and armor." She looked back at Callisto, white teeth glinting in the torchlight. "I have an army to inspect."

*******

With twin grunts, two soldiers heaved Potus’ unconscious body onto the crude cot which stood within the confines of the healer’s tent, then wiped their blood-stained hands off on the legs of their pants.

A tall, slat-thin man with Asian features and long gray hair tied back in a braid that reached well past his waist, stepped up to the bed, peering down at the injured boy. "Who is responsible for this?"

Karreleus stepped forward. "He forgot to hold his guard and I cut him. ‘Twasn’t meant."

"And the repair?"

Clearing her throat, Gabrielle stepped forward. "Um...that would be me."

The tall man looked from the young woman, down to the boy, then back again. He smiled slightly. "Very impressive. Where did you learn the skill?"

"A...friend...taught me."

"Then you are well blessed to have such knowledgeable friends. The Conqueror would have use for you both in her service."

Gabrielle rubbed at the back of her neck, thinking quickly,. "Um...well, my friend...she’s not from around here."

Dark eyes looked, not so trustingly, down upon her. "Pity. The more soldiers that land upon our shores, the more we few healers are stretched thin among them."

"I’d be happy to help. If you think you could use me, that is."

The man’s distrust became more apparent. "It is rare for a woman to know of the healing arts. More rare, still, for her to be a part of an army. Is there something you are hiding? Are you an escaped slave?"

He grabbed her arms, looking for caste-brands, and Gabrielle allowed the examination, determined to give the man no reason to mistrust her. "No," she assured him. "I’m not...from around here either." She thought more quickly still. A place sprang into mind. "I’m from an island north of Gaul. Britannia. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?" She hoped not. The name came to her from a brief discussion she and Xena had shared one evening. If he started asking questions, she was lost.

The man smiled slightly. "That explains your coloring. Though you speak the Greek tongue like a native."

Gabrielle smiled. "Yeah, well I’ve had years of practice."

After a long moment, the healer nodded, releasing her arm. "Then you are welcomed. I am Tao Feng, Chief Healer in the Conqueror’s army. And you are?"

For a long moment, the bard considered compounding her lies. But then she realized that trust would be poorly gained upon such a formidable untruth. Callisto was bound to find about her sooner or later, anyway. She sighed without really appearing to. "I’m Gabrielle. Pleased to meet you, Tao Feng."

The healer bowed. "The pleasure is mine, Gabrielle." He looked back down at the young boy just brought in. "You stitch with the skill of a Master. Do you also know of herbs and proper wound care techniques?"

The bard’s grin widened. "Yeah. You could say I’ve done it a time or two in my life."

Tao Feng made a careful inspection of the young woman’s body, noting the obvious muscularity and the athletic way she carried herself. A suspicion began to bloom in his brain, but he quashed it ruthlessly. "Have you been in a lot of battles?" he asked instead.

Gabrielle nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "A few, yes. My friend...she was a warrior. I spent a good deal of time sewing her up after one fight or another."

"Where is your friend now?"

"She’s..she...died." The truth of that statement hit her, causing tears to once again prick at her eyes. She looked down at the ground, trying to keep the misery from overwhelming her. I miss you, Xena.

The healer laid a compassionate hand on her wrist. "I am sorry for your loss. It sounds like your friend meant a great deal to you."

"She meant everything to me."

Looking into the startling vehemence present in the deep green eyes, Tao Feng could do nothing but nod.

Wanting—needing—to break the tension, Gabrielle looked around the room at the six other men who claimed the cots. "Can you tell me about these men?"

Smiling slightly, Tao Feng gestured to the cots. "Minor injuries, for the most part. I’ve given them sedatives to speed the healing process. All except for this one." Walking over to the largest man in the tent, the healer pulled back the fur covering, exposing a leg very near to being gangrenous. "He broke it falling from a horse. I’ve tried very hard to save the leg, but it doesn’t look like I am going to be able to. Still, I shall keep trying until all hope is lost."

"That’s very admirable."

"And very foolhardy," Tao Feng said, putting the blanket back over the discolored and swollen leg. "For an army healer. But I was trained in the court of Lao Ma, and so can do no less."

Gabrielle cocked her head. "Lao Ma?"

"A very great and wise woman. A mentor, of sorts, to the Conqueror. Or at least she was, at one time. She now rules Chin under the Conqueror’s guidance. It seems the teacher has become the student once again."

"Excuse me for saying so, Tao Feng, but this Lao Ma doesn’t sound like a very great or wise woman if she allows someone like the Conqueror to rule her country, especially from so far away."

Tao Feng held a finger over his own lips. "Words like those are best kept within the safety of your thoughts, Gabrielle."

Gabrielle blanched, realizing, too late, the gravity of her error. Her eyes swept the tent, picturing listening ears and wagging tongues. "Forgive me. I meant no offense."

After a long moment, Tao Feng winked. "No apologies necessary. As for your comment regarding Lao Ma’s wisdom...it is said that there is more than one way to tame a wild beast."

The bard looked back at him, her eyes sorrowful and deadly serious. "And what if the beast is too strong to be tamed?"

The healer’s return glance was one filled with compassion. "Then you must suffer the lesser of two evils. Let it free to do as it wills, or sacrifice it for the good of the masses."

Gabrielle’s eyes lowered to the floor, her heart heavy. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

"It is not the time to speak of such things, Gabrielle. Taming beasts is a job best left to those with wisdom greater than ours. Let us instead concentrate on our own small parts to play in this drama, yes?"

When the bard finally nodded, Tao Feng smiled. "You are a strong one. I can sense that." He turned. "Bandages are in this basket. Herbs are there. Other supplies over there. I shall entrust these men into your tender care. If you have need of anything at all, ask the nearest soldier to fetch me."

"I...can do that. Thank you, Tao Feng."

The older man bowed deeply. "Thank you, Gabrielle."

With a final smile, he ducked out of the tent.

Then he ducked back in again, his seamed face tense. "The Conqueror comes. We must wake the men."

"What?"

"She comes. The men must be awakened and sent back to their units. Quickly. We have very little time." Tao Feng started toward the nearest injured soldier.

"Wait. These men are injured. Why must we wake them up? What’s going on?"

Suppressing a sigh, the healer turned to face Gabrielle. "If these men are found within this tent, they will be executed. The Conqueror has no use for injured soldiers in her army. If they cannot fight, they will die."

"But that’s..." Gabrielle’s voice trailed off as she remembered. Remembered her own encounter with a Xena changed by the threat of the Horde against an Athenian outpost. Remembered Xena’s own orders to withhold food and water from the most injured of the men. Remembered her further orders to get those able to fight out of bed and back to their posts.

This is war, Gabrielle. What were you expecting? Glamour?

There are no good choices, only lesser degrees of evil.

What are we gonna do, Xena?

Do? We’re gonna kill ‘em all!

You know hatred, but you’ve never given into it. You don’t know how much I love...that.

"Oh, Xena," she whispered, eyes bright with tears, "who’s there to stop you this time?"

Tao Feng straightened, then looked at the young woman curiously. "Excuse me?"

Gabrielle flushed. "It’s...nothing." She breathed in deeply, then let it out slowly. "Tell me what to do."

Reaching into one of the sacks, Tao Feng came up with several herb bundles, which he proceeded to break apart, crush between his fingers, and place in a large bowl. Then he added a generous amount of water from one skin, stirring the concoction thoroughly.

"What’s that?" Gabrielle asked, face screwed in reaction to the bitter scent of the brew.

"A mixture of pain killers and stimulants. Normally, a dangerous combination. But I fear we have very little choice at the moment. Wake the men and feed it to them. I will call in some soldiers to escort their fellows back to the lines. Then I must make my way to the other tents in the camp. Can you handle this alone?"

After a moment, the bard accepted the bowl, nodding. "It’s not something I’d prefer to be doing, but if there isn’t any alternative..."

"There is none. As I have said, either they leave this tent, or they die."

"Then I’ll do what needs to be done."

Tao Feng smiled. "Your friend was very wise for putting her trust in you, Gabrielle of Britannia. Good luck to you." With a final bow, he was gone from the tent.

Sighing and tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear, Gabrielle went to wake the first of the men.

*******

The Conqueror sat erect upon her chestnut stallion looking every inch the leader she was, her black hair and deep purple cape blowing loose in the fitful gusts of wind. Callisto rode off to her left and Marcus, with three of the Royal Guard in tow, trailed them both on the right.

The Commander of her army, Dagnine, trotted up to the group, his weapons and armor hastily donned. He saluted her with a clenched fist to his chest. "Majesty!"

She nodded slightly. "Dagnine."

Perplexed with the sudden and unexpected company, the General looked at the others in the group. Receiving no answers, save for a truly evil smile on the lips of Callisto, he looked back at the Conqueror. "How may I assist you today, Majesty?"

Xena merely looked at him.

Dagnine looked back, resisting the urge to fidget.

Callisto, under no such constraints, finally leaned forward in her saddle. "The Conqueror wants to inspect her troops, you moron. Did you think she just felt like taking a stroll along the grounds?"

"Oh. Ohhhhhhh. The troops! Of course!"

"A few blocks short of a castle, isn’t he," Callisto said, sotto voce. "Poor darling."

Shooting Callisto a glare, Dagnine wheeled his horse around and started back toward the massive army standing before him.

The Conqueror kneed her horse into a quick canter and soon passed the hapless General with hardly a glance. Callisto had been after her for years to replace Dagnine. Xena suspected it was because he couldn’t be bought. The Conqueror had in her possession the only prize Dagnine ever lusted after—the Ixion Stone. Furthermore, the soldier knew she had it, though not where she kept it.

It was an obsession that would keep him in her service until she either took his life or gave him his prize.

The first option was far more likely.

He had proven his loyalty by defending her against what he thought to be an attack by Borias. And if he wasn’t the brightest candle in the chandelier, he was an excellent fighter; strong and skilled with a variety of different weapons.

Nothing more was really needed, for the Conqueror herself always led her armies into battle. That was something that those who did not know her did not expect. The ruler of half the world didn’t just don weapons and armor and go trotting off into bloody battles for sport.

Unless that ruler was Xena. Who, alone, was better than any fifty in her army, or any other’s for that matter. When riding at the head of an army, the Conqueror inspired her troops. And that type of inspiration couldn’t be bought while sitting on a throne, no matter how many dinars one had to spend.

With an expressionless face and a regal carriage, the Conqueror nudged her horse to a stop before the first squadron of soldiers, all standing ramrod straight, their faces blank as their leader’s.

Rows upon rows of archers and pikesmen, swordsmen and catapulters, mace-wielders and standard-bearers, horsemen and siege-engine infantry, stood at a statue’s attention before the impassive gaze of the Conqueror.

Hundreds of pennants, each bearing the colors and crest of the Keeper of Greece, snapped smartly to and fro in the ever freshening breeze. It was the only sound that could be heard on the grounds.

Xena’s arctic eyes swept over the field of warriors, keeping the fierce pride in her heart from showing on her face. These were her men, bought and paid for with the blood of their brethren, brought to heel by her might and majesty, owing their lives, their very breath, to her alone.

Her serenity was rudely interrupted as Dagnine brought his panting horse to a stop before her. He, too, surveyed the spectacle before him, his own face shining with pride. "As expected, Majesty. Your army is ready to die at your command."

Xena turned her head slowly, capturing his gaze with her own. "They’d just better be ready to kill at my command, Dagnine. Dying is a gift I leave to my enemies."

The General paled. "Of...of course, Majesty. That is what I meant to say."

Behind them both, Callisto snorted.

With a soft noise, the Conqueror descended into the ranks of her troops.

********

"She’s almost here," Karreleus whispered to the young man at his left, his own arm wrapped tightly about the lad’s waist. "Can you stand by yerself?"

"I...I’m not sure." Potus was white-faced and trembling, as much from the pain as the fact that the Conqueror of Greece was no more than fifty feet away from him and heading his way.

"You’d better get sure pretty quick, boy. Cause standin’ ain’t gonna be an option anymore if you ain’t."

"Lemme go then," Potus hissed.

The older soldier did as he was asked, just managing to catch Potus as the young man slumped down toward the ground the minute his supporting arm was removed. "Tartarus blasted piece of..." His words trailed off as a very familiar horse suddenly filled his vision. He straightened as if struck by lightening, somehow managing to bring Potus up with him as well.

"M...M...Majesty."

"Karreleus."

The Conqueror’s deep, husky voice burred through the old campaigner’s senses, jamming his spine even straighter as a hot flush swept down from his face and up from the toes of his boots to meet somewhere in the middle of his belly.

Having the Conqueror remember one’s name was both a blessing and a curse.

For the life of him, Karreleus couldn’t figure out which one it was in this case.

"I know the Conqueror wants her men to support one another, but this is taking it a bit too far, don’t you think?" Callisto asked, eyeing the two men and grinning evilly.

In pure reflex, Karreleus pulled his arm away as if burnt, leaving Potus to sink, or swim, on his own.

The younger man slumped again, but managed to catch himself before pitching forward onto the ground. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he slowly pulled himself up to stand as straight as he could manage, with, in truth, wasn’t very straight at all.

Callisto pouted at the display. "The poor dear’s hurt! I’ve got just the cure for that."

Reaching back, the blonde unsheathed her sword and swung it in a deadly arc which headed directly for the swaying man’s neck.

Potus closed his eyes and prayed to the gods, hoping that his death wouldn’t be too painful.

Cat-quick, another length of bladed steel met Callisto’s sword, blocking the killing blow and forcing the weapon away from the young man’s exposed neck.

"Put it away, Callisto," the Conqueror growled, not even bothering to look at her Second.

"Oh, Xena. Must you always take the fun out of everything?"

Pointedly ignoring the woman, Xena brought her own sword forward, its sharp blade easily parting Potus’ hastily mended shirt to expose the dull white bandage beneath. A split second later, the bandage was also history, leaving the man’s stitched chest exposed to her view.

"How did this happen?"

Potus gulped. "I...tripped...Majesty."

"He’s lying, Xena! Let me kill him for you. Please?"

The young man bit back a shriek of pain as the cool steel of the Conqueror’s sword played across the stitches of his wound.

"And do you trip often?"

"No, Majesty," he managed to get out from between clenched teeth.

"Xe-na..."

"You wouldn’t, by any chance, be lying to me, would you?" Xena subtly increased the pressure of her sword against Potus’ thick chest.

"No, Majesty!!!" He couldn’t help the scream that came out, but though his legs buckled, he managed to stay on his feet, sweat liberally coating his face and exposed chest.

Smiling slightly, Xena removed her sword. "I may have use for a man who can hold to his story under...adverse...conditions. Report to the Captain of my Royal Guard. Perhaps he can cure you of your unfortunate clumsiness."

To the end of his life, Potus never knew which god gave him the strength to execute a bow that day, but every day thereafter, he prayed to each and every one in gratitude for their timely gift.

Before anyone could say that they even saw the Conqueror’s hand move, a whining noise was heard and Pentres was on his back, his dead eyes open to the blinding sun and half of a chakram sticking out of his lifeless chest.

Callisto’s delighted laughter pierced the still air.

"Tell me, Karreleus," Xena said conversationally, "is there a reason why my edict banning alcohol in camp seems to have been ignored by the men in your squadron?"

Swallowing hard, Karreleus bowed his head, looking down at his boots. "No reason, Majesty."

Callisto leaned forward in her saddle once again, cupping her hand to one ear. "Do speak up, you old goat. I don’t think the Conqueror heard you signing your own death warrant. I know I didn’t."

Karreleus’ head snapped up as his bearing straightened. "I said, ‘No reason, Majesty’."

The blonde woman grinned. "That’s what I thought you said, dear." Straightening, she turned to Xena. "Can I at least kill this one?"

The remote look returned to the Conqueror’s eyes and, with a flick of her hand, she continued on down the lines of her troops.

Behind her, Callisto shrieked in triumph.

*******

Gabrielle knelt next to the deeply unconscious soldier, gently stroking his fine, black hair. In her soft, beautiful voice, she told him tales of the Xena she knew, the one who had changed into a force for the greater good through a timely intervention with a great hero.

She didn’t use her lover’s name, however. That was a risk she was, at that point, unwilling to take.

Regardless, they were her best stories, filled with inspiration and examples of how love and the simple desire to do good could overcome the darkest forces of evil.

The man, of course, didn’t respond, but the sound of her own voice kept Gabrielle from imagining what horrors lurked outside of the healer’s tent, where ominous silence reigned.

She stopped speaking a short while later, to cool the parched dryness from her throat with some water from a skin. It was then that she heard the sound of horses, coming closer before stopping directly in front of the tent. The waterskin dropped unnoticed from her hand as she wiped the droplets from her lips, her heart pounding in a curious mixture of anticipation and abject terror.

She could feel Xena’s presence through the fabric of the tent. Could almost smell her on the breeze; that combination of horse and sweat and leather so evocative to her senses. She gripped the cot where the soldier lay, her hand white-knuckled with tension.

The annoyed wicker of a horse, the settling of armor, the soft whoosh of a tent flap opening, and she was there, all bright armor and weapons and surreal magnetism.

Gabrielle’s throat was suddenly dry again as she stared upwards, her gaze captured by the clear blue eyes she had spent a virtual lifetime staring into, only to now find a stranger looking back. Her heart increased its rhythm as her stomach twisted inside her.

It was one thing to merely imagine meeting this woman whose cold, remote exterior completely overshadowed any evidence of the warm, caring, compassionate person Gabrielle knew lay hidden far beneath.

It was quite another to stand face to face with the contradictions themselves, seeing the differences and the sameness as if from the very pinnacle of Mount Olympus itself, though skewed in some very fundamental way.

She felt herself grow dizzy, but fought it off with a great strength of will that she’d nurtured over the years.

Entering the cool dimness of the tent, Xena’s glance fell upon a small, golden-haired woman crouched by the side of an occupied cot. Her beautiful jade eyes caught and held the Conqueror’s, searching.

Xena picked the woman for an Amazon at first glance, easily spotting the fluid muscularity beneath the concealment of her peasant clothing. Strangely enough, however, she didn’t feel the spark of anger that usually accompanied the meeting of an Amazon warrior.

Instead, the Conqueror caught something good and open and gentle in the frank, unblinking gaze.

If her heart had been less successfully buried beneath entire mountain ranges of black hatred, she would have seen it for what it truly was.

Love.

Gabrielle felt herself pulled to her feet by the power of Xena’s close presence. She stood before her lover-turned-stranger stolidly, determined not to let her fear get the best of her.

Seeing that she would have to be the one to break the impasse, the bard allowed a smile to break forth across her face. "Um, hello." She stopped for a moment, having no idea how this Xena desired to be addressed. "I guess you’re wondering who I am and why I’m here."

The Conqueror’s face remained impassive. If she was offended by the woman’s lack of an honorific, she didn’t show it.

Gabrielle cleared her throat. "Well, in case you were—wondering, that is—my name is," she swallowed, "Gabrielle. I’m a healer."

An eyebrow rose.

"I really am," the bard hastened to explain. "I happened to be wandering by when a young man was injured in camp. I stitched him up and Tao Feng, your healer, signed me up." She finished the last with a bright smile.

Which faded quickly as the Conqueror’s sword found itself just under the bard’s chin.

So great was her trust in Xena, however, that she didn’t even blink; instead keeping her eyes steady upon the narrowed blue of her tormentor.

"Don’t dig your grave deeper by continuing your lies to me, Amazon. Your swift death can become a very slow one in a heartbeat."

"There’s no need to kill me," Gabrielle replied, using the most soothing voice she could manage under the somewhat less than perfect circumstances. "I haven’t done anything wrong."

"You managed to infiltrate an armed camp filled with several thousand soldiers."

Gabrielle flushed slightly. "Well, there is that." She forgot herself for a second and grinned up at the woman who was, and was not, her partner. "What did you think of my technique? First class spy material?"

The sword pressed closer against the tender flesh of her neck, causing her to remember quickly.

"That was a joke."

The Conqueror only just managed to keep her utter bewilderment from showing on her face as she regarded Gabrielle. That a woman, seeming no more than a girl in reality, could stand with her neck pressed against the tip of her sword while smiling and telling jokes like she was talking to her dearest friend and not the Conqueror of Greece was perplexing in the extreme. Was she a simple idiot, or more clever than the foxes which sometimes ran across the Conqueror’s lands?

One look into the woman’s bright green eyes quashed the first possibility quite effectively. They were brimming with intelligence and a cheerful, though gentle, fire that left Xena, a woman used to such intelligence being used as a weapon against her, feeling even more perplexed.

It wasn’t a state she found herself comfortable being in.

Reading the subtle movements in the Conqueror’s body that told her she was quickly running out of time, Gabrielle kicked her story into high gear. "It’s kind of hard to infiltrate a camp when the soldiers invite you in," she started off. "And they did invite me. In a manner of speaking."

True to form, the bard’s words wove their magic around Xena, pulling in the most feared and dangerous woman in the world. "Go on."

"It’s like I said. I was walking along the very edge of your camp when I saw a young man meet his fate at the wrong end of a sword. It was an accident, but when I saw that the other soldiers were just standing around staring at him, well I just couldn’t walk away."

"So you helped."

Gabrielle grinned. "That’s right! Of course, Karreleus didn’t want me there at first. Thought I was a cook or something. But when I grabbed some thread and started stitching the man up, I guess I convinced him pretty quickly. He led me to this tent, where I met Tao Feng, and the rest is history."

"Karreleus, so, the young man with the repaired chest wound. Your work?"

"Yes."

After a moment, Xena nodded and lowered her sword. "Impressive."

The corners of the bard’s eyes crinkled as her smile broadened in reflexive happiness. "Thanks!"

The sword came up again. "You still haven’t explained why an Amazon of such obvious and needed skills is ‘conveniently’ found wandering so close to my camp."

Forgive me, Artemis. "I’m not an Amazon."

The corner of her mouth curling into a smirk, Xena used her weapon to slice through the bard’s simple peasant blouse, parting it down the middle. Then she used the tip of her sword to slip the damaged material off of Gabrielle’s shoulders. "Your body speaks a truth your tongue denies," she countered, her eyes lingering on the exposed, muscled abdomen and arms before coming to rest on the young woman’s generous breasts and remaining there for several heartbeats.

Gabrielle resisted the urge to cover herself, instead standing proudly before the Conqueror’s inspection. "Not every strong woman in the world is an Amazon," she returned, staring pointedly at Xena.

Xena’s eyes narrowed once again. There was more to the woman’s seemingly innocent and logical words than was evident at first blush. Just how much more, the Conqueror didn’t know, and that made her just the smallest bit uneasy. "Perhaps," she said, keeping her sword steady. "But many are."

"I’m not one of them."

"And I am supposed to believe this story based on what? Your word?"

"It’d do for a start, yes."

Xena snorted. "Then you take me for a fool."

"Hardly, Xena. You may be many things, but a fool isn’t one of them."

The sword came up to Gabrielle’s neck again. "Very few have called me by my given name and lived to tell the tale."

The bard lifted her chin. "Than I’m happy to be counted among the favored."

"You presume a great deal, Amazon," the Conqueror snarled.

The bard sighed. "Are we back to this again? I told you, I’m not an Amazon. I’m just a woman who happened to be in the right place at the right time and was able to help someone who needed the skills I could provide. There’s no sinister motive here. I’m not a spy and I’m not a killer. In fact," her eyes blazed with pride, "I’ve never taken a life. And I don’t intend on starting now."

Xena stared down at the young woman from her position of dominance, looking deep into Gabrielle’s eyes and trying to divine her thoughts, her motivations. She appeared an open scroll, ripe for the plucking. But weren’t those the very stories which had so much more written between the lines than could be read at first glance?

The bard’s gaze was guileless, and that made Xena, a woman who had spent nearly half her life sniffing out falsehoods lest they cost her her life, acutely wary.

But at the same time, she, beyond all bounds of good sense, found herself believing the woman. If, on nothing else, the seemingly outlandish statement that she had never taken a life.

Lowering her sword and switching it to her left hand, the Conqueror stepped forward, closing the small space between them, and used her right hand to cup Gabrielle’s chin, her callused thumb playing over the silken softness of the other woman’s lips. "Who are you?" she asked, softly, near to being lost in the warmth and softness of the face in her hand.

Xena’s gesture wasn’t cruel; nor was it loving. But Gabrielle couldn’t keep her body from responding to the caress, it being something her Xena had done on occasions too numerous to count. She swallowed hard to prevent her natural reaction of sinking into the touch as she had so many times before. "I’d like to be a friend," she murmured finally against the gentle pressure of Xena’s finger.

"I have no need for friends," the Conqueror replied, her thumb still traveling back and forth against the smaller woman’s full lips.

"Maybe not, but I’d like to be one anyway."

Gabrielle stiffened as the sound of booted feet hitting the ground came through the thin fabric of the tent. Callisto’s sing-song voice followed quickly behind. "Xena, dear, are you defiling corpses in there? We have an inspection to resume, in case you’d forgotten."

Xena continued to stare into Gabrielle’s eyes as her thumb played almost absently against the younger woman’s mouth. "Gather Marcus and his men and go back to the castle. I’ll meet you there shortly."

The bard stiffened further as a slim hand appeared through a seam, grabbing the fabric as if to part the flaps. "Oh goody! Now I know you’re doing something fun," Callisto said.

"Get back to the castle, Callisto."

The hand stayed where it was for a long moment before it was finally removed. A deep sigh followed. "Fine. Be that way. I suppose I’ll just have to make some corpses of my own to have fun with."

Then she was gone, leaving Gabrielle to breathe more or less freely again. She looked up, but the cold remoteness had returned to Xena’s eyes, turning her into the Conqueror once again.

Dropping her hand from the bard’s face, Xena turned to look at the lone remaining soldier still deeply unconscious on his cot. She took in the high color to the otherwise pale face and the sheen of sweat liberally coating his half-clothed body. With the point of her sword, she lifted the heavy fur covering, sparing little more than a glance to the grossly infected leg before lowering the fur once again.

"Tao Feng thinks his leg can be saved," Gabrielle chanced to say.

"Tao Feng fools only himself."

"How do you know?"

Xena looked back at her briefly. "Because I do." Turning away again, the Conqueror hefted her sword, ready to drive it through the downed man’s heart.

Knowing she didn’t have the speed or strength needed to halt the blow, Gabrielle did the only thing she could. She flung herself over the soldier and screamed.

Miraculously, Xena was able to stop herself a mere hairsbreadth away from skewering two bodies where only one had lain before. Her eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in anger. Reaching down, she grabbed the back of Gabrielle’s torn blouse and pulled the smaller woman away, shaking her as one would a rag doll. "What are you doing?!"

"You can’t kill this man."

The Conqueror released her prize, tossing her toward the center of the tent. "Watch me."

"No!"

Lowering her sword again, Xena did a slow turn back toward the woman who was just scrambling back up to her feet. "No?"

"What has he done that deserves an execution?"

"He is of no use to me."

"Because he can’t fight?" Gabrielle asked, incredulity coloring her tones.

"Exactly."

The bard stepped as close to the Conqueror as she felt she could. "Xena, this is a man, not a broken sword."

"He is a warrior who cannot fight. To me, a liability."

Gabrielle’s eyes grew both angry and sad. "And what about his family? Is he a ‘liability’ to them too?"

Xena didn’t hesitate. "Yes."

"I don’t believe you."

"I don’t recall asking for your belief. Or your permission." The Conqueror pushed Gabrielle away again, though this time, more gently. Then she hefted her sword, grasped the pommel in both hands, and thrust downward in a smooth stroke, piercing the soldier’s heart and killing him instantly.

"By the gods," Gabrielle breathed, repulsed beyond comprehension at the act she had just witnessed.

After wiping the blood from her sword, Xena reached under the furs and yanked the soldier’s coin purse from beneath the mattress. Turning, she tossed the purse, heavily laden with dinars, to the bard. "Find a runner and see that this gets to his family. Tell them he died with honor. Then see to it that he receives a proper burial."

Gabrielle looked from the purse up into the emotionless eyes of the Conqueror of Greece, her own eyes shiny with unshed tears. "Did you even know his name?"

Ever after, the bard swore that the tiniest kernel of sadness entered the steel blue of Xena’s eyes, then was gone as a candle’s flame to a gentle breath. "His name was Samos. He was one of my best cavalry-men."

And without another word, the Conqueror turned and was gone, leaving a heartbroken Gabrielle behind.

*******

The breeze, cooler now with evening’s coming, blew in through the open window of the Conqueror’s study, lifting the hair from her brow and settling it back haphazardly. The scrolls before her rustled slightly and she held them down with an annoyed flick of the hand, squinting as the torches’ guttering light cast some of the words into shadow. Her body chilled with slowly drying sweat, sprung forth by a spirited sparring match with some of her Royal Guard. And, of course, Callisto, who never could turn down a chance to cross swords with Xena in any reality.

The scrolls had arrived that day, brought by courier, and were from the many spies she had in Rome and its provinces. Her quick eyes scanned the text, finding nothing unexpected in the missives.

Caesar had yet to declare himself Emperor, but the rumor was on the lips of, it seemed, every citizen in the country. The Senators were getting restless and there was some talk of a revolt, but nothing so well-staged that it reached her ears.

A dark smile spread her lips as she read of Caesar’s sending of Brutus and several legions across the sea to Gaul to quell a small uprising there. Brutus was, without a doubt, Caesar’s best general. Her enemy’s army was much weaker without him at the helm. Why Caesar would choose to send him to a far away nothing of a country while Greece stood, poised to strike, was a puzzle sure to occupy many days’ thought.

"Cocky bastard," she muttered, reaching for the next scroll in the pile.

"Who are we talking about this time?" Callisto asked from her place by the window, reclining on one of the couches and twirling a tangled lock of her hair. "No, no, let me guess." Grinning evilly, she sat up. "He’s about this tall, has an absolutely atrocious hairstyle, and enjoys putting Warrior Princesses up on crosses."

The Conqueror shot Callisto a look before returning to the scroll she was reading.

Callisto threw back her head and laughed. "Oh Xena, Xena, Xena. It’s always about Caesar, isn’t it? Caesar this. Caesar that. Why, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you still had a little thing going for him."

Any reply Xena might have made was halted as her hyper-acute hearing picked up an unusual noise borne in on the evening’s cool breeze. Cocking her head alertly, she waited.

The sound was repeated. And then again, growing louder.

"What?" Callisto asked, well used to the expression.

The Conqueror slowly rose to her feet, then crossed the room to look out of the window. All seemed normal, but her instincts continued to raise an alarm her body couldn’t ignore.

"Trouble," she muttered, turning from the window and crossing to the large door which sealed her rooms off from prying eyes.

Callisto jumped up from the couch, clapping her hands. "Goody!"

Grabbing the handle, Xena flung the door open, her eyes lasering into those of one of her door-guards. Before she could open her mouth to speak, there was a commotion in the hall and a young, very badly out of breath runner came into her view, almost collapsing from exhaustion. "Trouble!" he gasped out, trying to bow and almost falling to the floor for his efforts.

"That’s obvious, you insignificant little worm," Callisto snarled, grabbing the runner by the front of his uniform and pulling him up so that he was inches away from her face. "What kind of trouble?"

The runner took tortured breaths, his overworked lungs near to bursting with the effort of pulling air in and letting it go.

Callisto shook him savagely. "Speak up, ingrate, or I’ll feed your little body to Cerebus myself!"

"P - P - Persians!"

Xena turned quickly, hand on the pommel of her sword. "Where."

"In the camp! Took - took over some Egyptian ships at sea! Came in through the - the harbor!"

"And the harbormaster let them through?" The man would die, quite slowly, and by her own hand, she vowed.

"No! Yes! Majesty! They were disguised as Egyptians! He didn’t know!"

"Let him go, Callisto."

Rolling her eyes, the blonde warrior dropped the gasping soldier, then shook the hand which had held him, a look of disgust on her face.

The Conqueror looked down at the runner, her eyes gone silver with anticipation. "Where are these Persians now. Exactly."

The young man finally managed to catch his breath. "Still in the Egyptian camp, Majesty. The small army from Chin came over to assist, and Dagnine said to tell you that he’s sent two squads there as well. He remains behind with the main force to watch for an attack from another direction."

"He actually said that?" Callisto remarked, shaking her head in mock amazement. "You must be mistaken. That incompetent idiot couldn’t find his way out of an outhouse if he had a map."

Bending down, Xena hauled the runner back to his feet. "Go back and tell Dagnine to stay on the alert. Under no circumstances is he to send any more troops unless he hears from me directly. Got it?"

"Yes, Majesty."

"Good. Now go."

Pushing the runner back down the hall, the Conqueror turned once again to her door-guard. "Wake Marcus and have him gather his troops. We have some Persians who need a lesson taught to them."

Callisto’s delighted cackle could be heard throughout the castle.

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