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piercingbonez · 3 years ago

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the dance || thomas shelby x reader oneshot

platonic john shelby x reader and some tommy shelby romantic tension with you

warnings: alcohol, swearing, minor angst if you squint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: let me know if you’d prefer reader oneshots to be in third person rather than first!

You entered the ballroom with John by your side, a smirk on his face as he handed you champagne as a busboy passed them. "Thank you." You leant over and kissed his cheek, giggling when it left a red mark.

"Ay, down sweet." He teased, prodding your side. "Let’s dance." He held his hand out and you took it with a grin, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor.

Their dancing was full of laughs and stupid twirls for almost the entire night. You’d also had a few dances with Arthur, though they were more sweet and gentle, his hands on your waist as you swayed softly in time with the music.

"You seen Tommy?" Arthur asked as they danced, looking around.

"Not yet, maybe the king of Small Heath decided not to show." You giggled, resting your forehead on his shoulder. His hands squeezed your hips comfortingly when he noticed some men staring at you, knowing it helped you calm down.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Arthur snorted, swaying and spinning the pair of you around so you could subtly spot the Shelby in the crowd. He was hard to miss, people moved to the side as he walked through the ballroom.

"Lookin' like a right git, as usual." You snickered, spinning you both around again as you danced across the floor. You wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him close when you saw the way men were staring at your body.

"Oi, my turn." John grabbed his brothers shoulders and pulled him away, Arthur rolling his eyes.

"I better have you again later." He winked, kissing your hand before walking off to smoke, presumably.

"You seen the king?" John chuckled, holding your waist and spinning you at a fast pace, you struggling to keep up with his movements as you laughed. You stumbled a few times and he rolled his eyes. "You 'ave two left feet." He teased. "Stand on mine." You sighed and rolled your eyes back at him, placing your feet on top of his so he could guide the both of you. "There we go." One hand held your lower back securely whilst the other was interlocked with your own in front of you. The touch made your face heat up rapidly.

"'e's eyeing you up." John smirked, watching the way his brother was smoking and staring at you two.

"Probably never seen me in a dress before." You giggled. It wasn't often you wore dresses, usually ditching them for a similar attire to the men, button down shirts, braces and suit trousers.

"Hmm, I must say, it does flatter your figure." He spoke playfully, making you blush again, shoving your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment.

"Shut it, Johnny." You teasingly kissed his neck, knowing it would leave a lipstick stain.

As the song ended John let go quickly, sending you stumbling off his feet. "Git!" You snarled, smacking his chest as you tried to steady yourself.

"Watch out, Kingie is on 'is way." He smirked and nodded to his approaching brother, chuckling when your eyes widened.

"John!" You hissed as he walked off with a cheeky grin and a wink.

"Sophie." A hand was on your waist suddenly and you were forced to spin around.

"T-Tommy." You cursed at the way your voice skipped nervously, looking up at his smirking face.

"Care to dance, darling?" He said smoothly, making you face heat up. Normally it was just Y/N, no nickname, certainly no darling. Normally Thomas didn't care much for you, he treated you the same way he treated any of his Peaky men.

"Th-Thats new." You mumbled with a small smile, taking his outstretched hand. He used the hand on your hip to pull you into his chest, your cheeks hot as you looked up at him.

"Hmm, felt it would be fitting, you look gorgeous." Thomas' gruff voice never failed to make you melt, especially with what he was saying and how close your bodies were. "Never seen you look like this before." You wrapped your arms around his neck as his other hand made its way to your hip as well, lightly squeezing the skin there in a comforting gesture.

"I-It's John's doing." You said quietly, looking over to the snickering boy watching the two of you sway to the music.

"Remind me to thank 'im later." He chuckled deeply, one hand sliding to the dip of your back, pulling you ever closer so your chests were pressed together.

Thomas kept the dance slow, not only because he'd been watching the way you tripped and stumbled with John, but it meant he could keep you close to him. He wanted to make sure that everyone in the room knew that you were with them, with him.

"We thought you weren't gon' show." You mumbled, peering up at him, your doe eyes meeting his.

"And miss your birthday?" He raised an eyebrow. "Of course not, sweet." The nickname that was so natural out of his brothers mouths made you blush, it was different coming from him.

"John did a wonderful job plannin'" You smiled, Thomas nodding in agreement.

"I'm glad you're 'avin a nice time." The two of you twirled gracefully, though you didn't notice the glares and threatening stares he was sending to any men who's eyes trailed downwards.

"So does John treat you well?" Thomas' asked casually, swaying you to the music as it slowed. You nearly choked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Wh-What?" Thomas raised an eyebrow. "He-He's a good friend?" Your comment came out as more of a question, Thomas smirking.

"Friend? I always thought you two'd end up together." Your cheeks flushed at his statement, you and John had actually had a secret relationship at one point but they broke it off as the boy had been nervous about putting you at risk. Granted, that seemed stupid now you were working with them.

You sent a glance to John who just winked and blew a kiss to you, Thomas chuckling above you. "You sure there's nothin'?" Deep down he hoped your answer would be no. He'd had his eye on you for a long time, though no one ever noticed. Your desk was definitely not intentionally placed in front of his office window and he often found himself in a gaze looking at you.

"No." You mumbled, looking down awkwardly.

"Hmm, and does that mean you're free tomorrow?" The question caught you off guard, was Thomas asking you out? You shook your head quickly and his hand went to hold your jaw softly, tilting it up with his thumb on your chin. "I'll pick you up at 9:30. Bring a coat." You nodded, your brain swirling with so many thoughts that you felt somewhat lightheaded. "Happy birthday, Y/N." He dipped down and kissed the corner of you mouth, barely giving you enough time to react before he smirked and walked away swiftly.

John practically ran towards you, grabbing your shoulders. "The fuck was that, ay?" He chuckled with a smirk, your eyes wide.

"I 'ave no fuckin' clue." She giggled in disbelief, Johns hands sliding to her hips to spin her around. You couldn't help the heat that rose to your cheeks with his touch, no matter how much you tried to tell yourself you didn't have feelings for him anymore, his gentle touches always made your face heat up.

"That dress is doing wonders for you." He winked, eyeing you up and down again. Deep down he still felt the same tug at his heart when he saw you with another guy, but he knew how his brother felt, and god forbid he tried to get in his way.

"Thanks Johnny." You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek again, sending sparks through the both of you, John laughing and spinning you around again before pulling you into a dance.

The best friends spent the rest of the night dancing together, though Arthur stole a couple more. John made a, as you called it, legendary toast in your honour before lifting you onto his shoulder, Arthur holding you up as well. Thomas surprisingly made a speech too, though it was short and sweet and made your cheeks go heat up, John sending you a wink.

You couldn’t have imagined a better birthday.

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years ago

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Is Jareth one of your f/o? 🥺 If you want to share ❤️

Hello, darling!💜

Thank you so much for this ask; I do love sharing things like this with people!!!💙🌸 Please know that you or anyone else can always share F/O things with me as well, if you would like to!💗

I’m not sure how to answer this question because my feelings for Jareth are very complex and beyond words. So I’ve just word vomited below the cut and if anyone has an opinion on what my feelings are, then I would genuinely love to hear about it. (Also if anyone has any thoughts on Jareth’s perspective of this then I’d love to hear those too - I’m happy to write something for you or anyone else if you do as a thank you!👀)

If you've seen any of my posts over the last week or so then you've me gushing over Jareth and all of those things are true but they also pale in comparison to the way my heart squeezes in my chest to the extent where it hurts (in the best of ways) every time I see him.

When I say that he's in my earliest memories, I mean it. I have memories of black cats, bright yellow and teal walls (it was a nicer colour scheme than it probably sounds) and popcorn which my mum made herself, and she and I cuddling up together with my other siblings on the sofa to watch Labyrinth every day after school. I would come home and immediately begin to ask mum "can I go see kingy now? Can we? Please?" with enthusiasm to match my age and she'd roll her eyes but she always put it on for us every night. I would throw tantrums as a child if she wouldn't let us watch Labyrinth - to be sure, there were nights she said no because I threw a tantrum, but mum has always known how much Jareth comforts me, and so in the morning we would watch it after breakfast, and once I'd apologised. I had to earn Jareth back in those instances. I know now that mum was just teaching me deferred gratification and the importance of apologising when it's necessary, and she'd reward me with what I wanted once I'd done that.

One year for my birthday mum bought me a crystal ball and she told me to "hold it tight and make a wish" whenever I got sad and more often that not, I would try to wish myself away - not because I didn't like being at home - I loved that house, and I cherish my mum, though we don't always see eye to eye - but because I wanted to see Jareth. I would cuddle it in bed and wish that Jareth would materialise, sit at the end of my bed and croon As The World Falls Down to me as I fell asleep. It's been my lullaby for my entire life and as a twenty-three year old, I still very much prefer to sleep with that song playing on a loop.

My point is, Jareth has literally been with me for my entire life. He has seen the good, the bad, the downright ugly... for as long as I can remember, he's been this untouchable figure in the back of my mind and when my F/Os can't help or if there's a certain place within my heart which is cut and bleeding, Jareth will be the one I turn to, and he will be the one to catch my fall, even if I don't know I'm falling. Sometimes, like this week, I’ll just watch Labyrinth over and over and over and the more I see it, the more I miss Jareth and I do become quite... clingy. I can never have enough of him. I have wished myself away to him hundreds of times over the years and though he's obviously never answered me, I still yearn to be able to tell him all of these things. I'm sure he would find me annoying, especially when I get clingy like this week, but a part of me likes to think he'd be flattered, too.

I don't know if Jareth is an F/O, nonnie. I have known him for so, so long and when I was a teenager, I wanted to have Jareth be an F/O of mine (I've been a self-shipper for my entire life, even before I knew what that meant; it comes naturally to me), but I felt a little strange about it because he's been with me for my whole life. I cover my face because my smile is so wide that it hurts my face when I see Jareth. I get upset if I have one of his soothing and hypnotic songs stuck in my head but I'm not able to listen to it at that time. I have watched Labyrinth seventeen times this week and it's Friday (I watched it six times this Wednesday because I just couldn't get enough of Jareth - every time the end credits rolled, I started the film again). I lay down at night and don't want to put my phone down because it means I have to wait until morning to see Jareth and that makes me want to cry. I fall asleep listening to his songs because he makes me feel safe and secure; like I'm that same girl he's always known. I lay down and I think of him holding me and my head nuzzles against my pillow like he's actually there even though I'm painfully aware of the fact that I'm all alone and he's not here.

Sometimes, I don't know what I'm feeling or how to help myself. If I open up to my mum about it, she just smiles knowingly and says, "go home, Erika, go see Jareth". I'll do as she says and more often than not, the second I see him, I realise that he was what I was needing most of all. My mum's always been big on making sure that her children know how to take care of themselves and how to make sure that they have their needs, whatever they may be, met, and she's never let me forget how important Jareth is to me. I always make sure to thank her for reminding me every time she does. My mum's magical.🥺

I love Jareth (romantic? Platonic? I know not). So, so much. He's my light in the dark, my safety and my security and someone I have always looked up to and admired. There's lots of lessons in his world and I like to think that over the years, he's taught me many of them. He is a deep comfort to me and I... when I see him, I can't look away. It's like I'm entranced by him (hah!) and by his magic. He's.... just so handsome and sassy, sardonic and, oh, so good at playing the role he's assigned. But he's lonely, too, and that breaks my fragile, mortal heart.

Jareth has always been beside me and I know that he always will be. It's only forever, not long at all, and though I'm unsure of how to describe my feelings for him, I hope that this post is enough. Maybe you, dear reader, have a better idea than I do. Jareth isn't an F/O of mine (should he be?) but he's definitely a very important part of me and of my identity. I wouldn't be who I am without him. He fills me with a bittersweet melancholy and a sense of inner peace which I've never found anywhere else. Can I just sink into everything that he is and all of his music and never resurface, please? 🥰💛

#nonnie #jareth #labyrinth #self-shipping

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 4 years ago

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Here goes... and no rush! So, jealous possessive Sooga is my entire life right now. What about a situation where Kohga is in legit danger of someone taking advantage of him... they've been invited to a royal ball, someone there spikes Kohga's drink (I can't see him being in real danger unless there's a potion/drugging involved) and tries to lead him away/do things to him, and when Sooga catches on that this is serious, he goes NUTS to protect his master. Sooga will cut a bitch if he has to ❤️

I wasn’t gonna do any asks from this blog today, but I saw this ask, and lowkey I like it??? Fuck you, keeping me from my other shit. Let’s go.

*also I made the person in question a woman, because lowkey Kohga would be cool with like any dude doing this, he’s a hoe.

“Didn’t think they’d invite us to another ball, given the way our troops acted last time.”

Kohga chuckled, looking at himself in the mirror as he did his hair. Kohga’s face wasn’t available to the public, but a dude still had to make sure his hair looked bitchin.

“Listen, It’s because I’M totally charming. You remember how Link totally asked ME out to dance? I’m telling you, he’s lowkey into me.”

Sooga chuckled. Link and him had an understanding that Kohga was completely off the table, so he wasn’t particularly jealous, but the notion of the whole thing was rather adorable. Sooga was merely skimming through his book while he waited for Kohga to find his appearance acceptable. Sooga flipped through another page.

“Master Kohga, may I ask a favor?”

“That’s new of you. Alright, I’m all ears.”

“I mean no disrespect. But please, only have ONE drink tonight.”

Kohga scoffed, turning to look at Sooga.

“Excuse me? I only drank that many because you BROUGHT that many!”

“For you and the champions, not just for you.”

Kohga folded his arms across his chest, nose up in the air. Sooga sighed, putting his book away, and sitting up to meet his gaze in the mirror.

“Master Kohga, please. I mean no offense to you. I just want you to be safe, and in order for me to feel that you are, I’d like for you to have your wits about you. Please?”

Kohga met his gaze in the mirror again, and sighed, adjusting his mask.

“Fine, fine. You’re a buzzkill.”

“A buzzkill who loves you, Master Kohga.”

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Kohga chuckled as he pulled Sooga closer. These royals were celebrating the birthday of non other than the king himself, so the place was pretty poppin. Knights guarding each and every place, dancers from different parts of the land, all types of food being made- it was a whole deal, and Kohga was excited to rub elbows with some noblemen. He was still against royalty, but you best believe some of these guys be cute as HELL. Speaking of cute as hell-

“Mipha! There you are! How you been?”

Mipha was open to hugging Kohga upon seeing him, a smile littered over his pretty little face.

“Kohga! I’m well, I’m glad you are as well. Zelda has been asking about you.”

“It’s that old Kohga charm, no one can get enough of it. Before I go meet princess, hows you and Goldilocks doing, eh?”

Mipha covered her blushing face with her hand, giggling into it.

“Oh everything is quite fine. I’m hoping to get a chance to dance with him tonight.”

“Hey, imma make sure you get that, mark my words. For now, have fun, you ain’t gonna be single for much longer!”

He chuckled, patting the top of her head. Kohga’s affection for Mipha was obvious as it was plentiful. He was reluctant to see her go, but he had gifts to give. He finally met up with Kingy and the princess, and he was more than willing to give them a good hug (particularly Rhoam).

“Hey, if it ain’t the birthday boy!”

Rhoam...tolerated Kohga, suffice to say. Sooga could see it in his eyes as he stood there, gift in hand. Rhoam sighed.

“Quite. I didn’t want something so grand, but my daughter insisted.”

Zelda smiled, nodding at her father.

“Of course Father! With everything that happened recently, EVERY celebration is vital.”

Kohga nodded, leaning onto Rhoam oh so casually.

“She’s got a point. I say you celebrate anything and everything. So when’s the birthday spankings?”

“The...what?”

“Right, you guys are prudes. I’ll show ya later- where we drop this puppy off?”

“Ah, thank you. Loone! Please, take this to the pile.”

From around the corner, came a young lady. Brunette in twintails, and a soft face, she was a cutie. Sooga handed her the gift, but she seemed to struggle a bit, so Kohga decided to be a gentleman and grab it from her.

“I’ll hold it for ya, lead the way. Sooga, I’m gonna go mingle, keep an eye on things.”

Sooga nodded. Kohga sometimes liked to be on his own during parties, and while he hated being apart, he respected Master Kohga’s space. Kohga left Sooga’s side, following her to a rather extravagant table of gifts. He set it down on the table, softly sighing. Damn thing was heavy (It was essentially full of new clothes, made by Sooga himself), and both were clearly glad to get rid of it.

“Loone, was it? I’m gonna get a drink, you want one?”

“I would like that, actually. What was your name again?”

“Kohga. Master Kohga. I also go by ‘hunk’, ‘stud’, ‘handsome’, or ‘incredible’. Or poochy, if you’re that one member of the clan.”

She found that funny, hiding her giggle behind her hand. He knew he was charming, but damn maybe he should pull back if that’s all it took for her.

“Poochy. I like that.”

He took the extra step of being a gentleman, offering his arm to her. Being a homo didn’t mean he had any less manners around a lady. She accepted it, and Kohga walked her to the main dining room. Little did he know, he was being FAR nicer than he should’ve been.

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Sooga was instructed to let Kohga do his thing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t check up on him. He kept searching around the party for him, before finally hearing his laughter. He saw him at the drink table, clearly just sloshed. Sooga sighed. He thought he earned a little more respect than this, given the fact that Kohga SWORE he’d be at one drink. He walked over to the scene, seeing the girl there trying to keep him upright.

“I can take him off your hands. I apologize for his gluttony, let me-”

“NO!!!”

That...was a bit much. She seemed to recognize that, softly chuckling.

“I mean...King Rhoam would be remiss if I just let him go home so soon. I’ll just have him nap in one of the guest beds. Please, enjoy your party.”

“Wooo! Party!”

Kohga exclaimed, before nearly falling over. Sooga decided to let her go. Kohga always did like royal beds, he could just take an hour nap, be sober in time to watch the king cut his cake. Assuming he wasn’t COMPLETELY out of it. Sooga looked at the table, assessing the damage. Odd. He had but one cup. Usually when Kohga drank himself into a stupor, he’d get a new cup per drink, to show off just how much he had.

“Odd...what did they give you?...”

Sooga sniffed the cup. Odd. He dipped his finger across the rim of the drink, and took a minor taste. That was when it clicked. Kohga had one drink, as he promised. A drink that had been tainted. Sooga was well versed in terms of poisons and potions, and this was the EXACT thing he used when he wanted to kill someone painlessly. It made the victim unconscious for a long time, unable to feel a thing. He used it to essentially kill people in their sleep. Warning signs went off in his head, and at first he thought the worst; someone had planned to kill Kohga. He dashed through the crowd, going into a panic search for his master. He pushed through any door that would give, and when one turned out to be locked, he knew this was the one. Panic quickly set into his body, and he unceremoniously bashed the door in with his shoulder. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

Master Kohga was completely out of it, weakly trying to push the girl away. She kept yanking at his clothes, clearly trying to get into his pants.

“Come on, Poochy! Let me take care of you! Here, let me kiss your pretty face~”

It was bad enough she dared take advantage of his Kohga’s goodwill. It was bad enough she DARE poison him. It was bad enough she was trying to touch Kohga, despite the fact that he CLEARLY did not want it in the slightest. What was an absolute injustice on top of it all, was the fact that she dare touch his mask. Taking away a clan members mask, ESPECIALLY against their will, was a sin punishable by a long, strenuous death. One of which Sooga was more than happy to deliver to her. The second her fingers touched his mask, he stomped forward, grabbed one of her pigtails, and YANKED as hard as he could. She cried out in pain as she fell to the floor, and even more so when his foot met her chest. He heard SOMETHING crack in her chest, and it was satisfying as all hell.

“How DARE you treat MY Master Kohga with such insolence. How DARE you touch him. How dare you even LOOK at him.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but he didn’t want to hear a rat’s sniveling words. He grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look up at him.

“I want you to realize you made a very fatal mistake today. I want you to feel the fear in your heart.”

Sooga un did his mask, revealing his snarling, tense looking face. He wanted her to see the fury, the absolute rage of the yiga clan.

“No one. Absolutely no one. Gets to touch him. He is not only my master, but my love. And the fact that you did this against his will, brings you a shameful death. For it is a death without honor, and without remorse.”

You would be surprised how well a sharpened blade dug past the skin, through the flesh.

Sooga relished in the feel of her blood staining his clothes. For he knew it would be either her blood, or his master’s tears.

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“Ugh...my aching head.”

Kohga woke up, rubbing his poor head. He had a headache like no other. He looked around the room. One of the castle bedrooms, with Sooga sitting right beside him. He was there, cleaning blood off of one of his knives.

“Dammit, who’d you kill, Sooga?”

Sooga sighed, tucking it away.

“Someone who threatened to touch you.”

Kohga groaned as he sat up. Huge headache.

“Oh come on, I was in danger? Seriously? Sooga, you’re a sap, I-”

“She almost took off your mask.”

There was a silence between them. Shit like that was a HUGE thing in yiga culture, and the penalties were far worse than anything Kohga could dream up. He was about to ask just what happened exactly, when he saw Sooga’s hands were shaking. He was trying to hide it, he could see that. Kohga sighed, rolling over and putting his head on Sooga’s shoulders.

“I dunno what happened. But you’re upset, so it must’ve been bad. But hey, I’m okay. You’re okay, everything is okay. You protected me.”

“She could’ve hurt you.”

“But she didn’t. Did she hurt you?”

“She bit my hand, but that’s about it.”

Kohga held onto the inflicted hand, and whistled a bit. Girl bit hard too. Kohga held the hand in his own, sighing. Sooga always acted so tough in the face of danger, but in truth, he was very scared of it. Always scared that one way or another, Kohga would be hurt, and there wouldn’t be a thing he could do about it.

“Yikes. You really went at her for me, didn’t you?”

“I’d go against a hundred of her if it meant keeping your identity, and your life. I just. Can’t believe something like that almost happened to you. I’m sorry. Sorry I almost let it happen, sorry I had to kill someone at a party again-”

Kohga brought his lip to Sooga’s mouth, silencing him.

“Sooga. You don’t have to say sorry. It’s okay. You did good. I’m here, and I’m fine.”

His hands finally stopped shaking. Kohga had no clue what had fully happened, but he knew it was bad. He knew Sooga would go above and beyond for him. It was why he sat there, instead of going and having fun at the party. Kohga was going to sit here and keep doing that, until Sooga felt safe.

Just as safe as Kohga felt, with the one who’d throw himself head first into ANY danger.

#asks #kohga #sooga #dubcon ish warning #and in case you're wondering what happened to the bodies #well lets just say bitch could fit into a suitcase #keep it at that #and the mask thing? HUGE no no to the yiga #even if on accident your ass gonna die

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neblan-cristal · 4 years ago

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yesterday was my birthday

happy birthday my dear friend, you are very special to me, you deserve everything good ahead, when I needed you, you were always there to support and cheer me up, and I for you, an important thing that I learned from you and over time, real friends will always be there when u need it most and no one is around, u are one of the people who always helped me a lot and always made me happy so i wish your life years are long and happy full of glory and love, I made this art in honor of our friendship I hope you like it, I did it with all my love and it is a gift to you, I write this text with all my sincerity and love for you, I never had one friend as good as u, u are the best! and I hope it continues like this, you always opened many smiles not only mine but many other people, happy birthday friend (I'm almost crying with happiness for you friend, I love you so much)

@kingy-blog @kingy-blog @kingy-blog @kingy-blog !

#my art #my friend #myself #friend self #happy birthday #i love you friend

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professionalbeard · 4 years ago

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happy birthday kingie

#only monarchy i support zayn supremacy baby

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albertserra · 5 years ago

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omg happy birthday Chris taurus kingy 😌🌹 hope ur treating urself to a nice meal and a good movie starring a senior citizen in this day

Thank u queen 💖💖 I got my movies lined up and I’m eating takoyaki with bubble tea 😌😌😌

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xpouii · 5 years ago

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Darkstache Week: Day 3

Day three of Darkstache Week 2019 by @projectdarkstache

Today’s prompt was “Dark’s Birthday”.

Dark stepped out of the cabin, relishing in the death curling under his feet. He ran his hands through his unkempt hair, and when he glanced up, he came face to face with someone else. “Oh there you are, Damien! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

Dark was quiet for a moment, puzzled, but his mind slowly caught up. He knew this man, “Oh… hi, Wil.”

Wilford smiled, following him. “You haven’t seen Celine around anywhere, have you? If I can avoid her I’d rather-”

“She’s sleeping,“ Dark growled.

“Oh good!” Wilford said, throwing his arm around Dark’s shoulders. “Anyway! We’re gonna make a tv show!”

Dark stared at the man, then blinked when they were suddenly back in the mansion, and the sounds of other people echoed through the hallway, “Ok…”

“Oh, right, the others. Come on don’t be shy now. I’ll introduce you!”

Dark hesitated, “Wil I’m not in any state to be meeting-”

“What do you mean? You look great!”

He was right. Dark was in a suit, cane in his hands. He blinked again, and now his mind felt as odd-fitting as his body, “Wil…”

“Alright alright,” Wilford said. “First, you can go up to your room and freshen up. I’ll let everybody know you’re finally here.”

“Everybody.”

“That’s right! Go on upstairs before the Jims get nosy!”

Dark stared into the mirror and the auras swam around him; they were harmonious, but at odds as well, a push and pull equal and opposite. He splashed water on his face and before he could catch himself, started to slick his hair back. He dropped his hands and shook his hair out again. He had to remember who he wasn’t, even if he was yet to finalize who he was. The voices had quieted down outside of the bedroom, and Dark paced the bedroom with the cane in his hands, unknowingly twisting it in his grip, self-soothing with a familiar object. The chaos in his mind had quieted, and somewhere in his conflicted heart, he missed Wil…ford. It was this pang for familiarity that drove him out into the rest of the house.

The wood of the banister felt familiar under his cool palm as he descended the stairs, and his auras flared up when a man ran by, his face smeared with peanut butter. Dark grit his teeth and pushed himself forward; he went into the kitchen where he found Wil—and two other men. Wilford looked up and smiled, “There he is!”

The other two turned his way; one man wore a blue shirt and glasses; he twitched and glitched, his expression almost predatory. The second was dressed nicely with a warm smile. “Bim Trimmer, nice to meet you!” he said, thrusting his hand at Dark.

Dark looked at the man’s hand, and took it slowly, “Dark.”

“And this is Google,” Wilford said. “No need to shake his hand. He isn’t one for formalities. Do you want something to drink?”

“No,” Dark said. “How many are there?”

“How many? That’s a good question.”

“Where did they come from?”

Wilford smiled, “Here and there… it’s not where they came from, it’s who brought them here.”

“Mark,” Dark growled.

Bim retreated visibly, but played it off and walked to the cabinet for a glass, “Wilford says he’s planning a television show, and that you’ll be a producer. It’ll be lovely working with you.”

Dark paused, “TV show… right.”

“I remain skeptical as to whether or not it will adhere to my primary objective,” Google said, his blue eyes adjusting like camera lenses when he glanced at Dark.

“Right right,” Wilford dismissed. “There’s time for that at the pitch meeting. Just leave it all up to me! Ole Warfstache will blow you away!”

“This way Jim! It’s the new man!”

Two identical men burst in, one holding a microphone and the other a large news camera. They moved in on Dark, the reporter of the two of them was staring wide-eyed. “Easy, Jim,” Wilford said. “You remember what happened with The Host, don’t you?”

“Keep a safe distance, Jim!” the man hissed. His cameraman stepped back.

Dark turned away from them, looking at Wil, “Wilford, can we talk about the lunatic in the hallway with the peanut butter please?”

“That’s the King of the Squirrels,” Bim said. “Don’t mind him. He’s harmless.”

Dark gave Wilford a look and the man smiled, “Right, um, Mr. Trimmer would you see to it that Kingy stays out of trouble, please? And Jims, off you go, scat! Google, go… clean something.”

The others scattered under Wilford’s instruction, and Dark leaned against the counter, pressing his forehead to the cool stone, “Wil.”

“That was overwhelming, I know,” Wil said. “It gets better. You don’t have to meet anyone else today.”

“Mark really brought them all here?”

Wilford nodded, rubbing small circles into Dark’s back, “As far as I can tell, every one of them had a life before they showed up here, and now there’s no leaving… not really. Like us… there are other worlds but… this one’s home.”

Dark winced, “Home.”

“Dark you said? I like it. It suits you. Alright, you’re Dark now. Happy birthday, Dark.”

Dark looked up at him, “Birthday?”

“Well more or less. Time is… slippery around here, isn’t it? But, this is your first day here, as yourself. So… yes, happy birthday! You want me to sing?”

“Not particularly,” Dark said. “But does it matter?”

“Not really,” Wilford said. “But! I did make you a cake.”

“You made me a cake… what, since I came down here?”

“You’re not the only one with fancy tricks up your sleeve. Now… Damien liked strawberry I think, but I’m betting you’re a lemon man.”

Dark regarded Wilford for a moment of silence, and then he nodded. The cake appeared on the countertop near him, one candle brightly burning. He almost smiled when Wilford started singing.

Dark’s birthday wasn’t a typical celebration, but Wilford made the most of it, and when Dark couldn’t stand another moment of socialization, Wilford walked him up to his room. There were words between them that needed to be said, but not tonight. They had all the time in the world for talking. For now, Dark needed to find Mark, and Wilford had a television spot to record—and they both had a house full of madmen to babysit. Dark assumed most of that responsibility would go to him, and he resolved to get better at intimidation, and his first note was to scribble down Wilford’s birthday—something he mustn’t forget.

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