#her falling down the stairs cannot come quick enough

[babygirlgalitzine]

i don’t think i’ve ever disliked a normal character like i do laura beale

[random-potat]

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pairings: ni-ki x reader ft. danielle of new jeans and mentions of jake

synopsis: sometimes getting hit on the head by a baseball can be something to bond over.

word count: 1063

warnings: mild swearing, poor attempts at humour

a/n: as somebody who has always been hit in the face by a sports ball growing up, hopefully this is a meet cute that can actually happen to me but thats probably still unrealistic lol. anyways here's a short little ni-ki oneshot!! i still dont know how i feel about it but its good enough ε-(ｰдｰ) will most likely be posting my jongseob smau soon so that will be my main focus :)) so oneshots may not be posted as often cause this writer cannot multitask :p

Sitting in class, you continuously check your phone, counting down the time until class ends. 

You feel a nudge on your shoulder, waking you up from your daze. Turning to the person beside you, Danielle whispers to you. “Mr. Hong may be smart and nice, but why does his voice have to be so gentle?” She puts her head down on the desk. "Like, it makes me sooo sleepy.”

"Agreed,” you say as you check your phone again for what seems like the 127th time.

“Why do you keep checking your phone? You got a hot date?” Dani teases.

You roll your eyes and respond, “I wish. More like a date to the dentist. Have to leave as soon as class ends, or else I'll have to wait thirty minutes for the next train.”

"Well, that sucks,"  Dani sighs. "Honestly, knowing you, you may not be able to make it considering how slow you run.”

You slapped her arm. “Hey! So not true. I’m just preserving energy.”

“Mmhm. Sure.”

Five minutes before class ends, you start to pack your things, getting ready to dash outside the classroom.

As the bell rings, you quickly run down the stairs, saying a quick goodbye to Dani as well as Mr. Hong. You couldn’t really care as people gave you odd looks for rushing towards the train station; some people may have thought that you just really needed to take a shit.

On the way to the train station, you have to pass by the sports field. Being completely unaware of your surroundings, you fail to hear someone shout toward you.

“Hey! Heads up!”

All of a sudden, a hard object hits you square on the side of your head, making you lose balance and fall to the ground. 

Aware of your position on the ground, a wave of embarrassment took over. You lay there for a bit, not wanting to make eye contact with the people around you. “Not gonna lie, you would think somebody would come and ask me if I’m alright,” you thought.

As you start to get up from the ground, the sound of footsteps can be heard running towards you.

"Hey, are you okay?” A tired yet deep and husky voice says

You look up from your position, seeing a boy around your age with a baseball mitt around his hand. “Why is this man so freaking tall?”

You watch as he mouths words, but no actual sound is coming out of those plumped, nevertheless sort of chapped lips.

He shakes your shoulder lightly. “Excuse me, are you okay?”

You shake your head, getting out of your daze, although that may have been a mistake, seeing that it made you more dizzy.

The boy reaches his hand out, and you grab them as he hoists you back up.

“I’m so sorry, that was quite a hit; it must’ve hurt,” he starts. “Normally Jake has better aim, and when he doesn't, I can normally catch it,” he says as he scratches the nape of his neck.

“It’s completely fine; it totally doesn’t hurt at all.” You respond nonchalantly. 

“Do you want some ice? I can get someone to get you some," he says as he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the practice field. “Here, just come sit on the bench and I’ll grab you some ice,” he says as he ushers a team member to get some ice.

“No, no, it's okay. I'm good. Kind of running late for something anyway, plus it really doesn't hurt.” You attempt to stand up.

The boy gently pushes you back on the bench. "Look, I'm sure whatever you have to do can wait, cause even if you say it doesn't hurt, the side of your head is definitely saying something else.”

You reach up to where the ball hit you, feeling a swollen bump starting to form. “Fine, you can give me ice, but after that, I'll be on my way to the station.”

He gives you a stern look. “Um, no, we still have to go with the standard precautions. You could have a concussion right now.”

"Look, I'm sure if I had one, I would know.”

“No, you're staying here. Practice ends in fifteen minutes anyway. So stay put.” He hands you a plastic bag of ice that his teammate got.

Being left with no choice, you watch as he runs to the center of the field. Watching as he throws and catches the ball around.

Not really knowing anything about baseball, you plug your earbuds in and slowly close your eyes to rest. “I'm already late at this point; I might as well rest.”

Little did you know, resting your eyes caused a little misunderstanding with the boy that had helped you. As he practiced, he took small glances at you every now and then. Seeing your eyes start to close caused him to immediately think you were about to faint.

Worried that you just became unconscious, the boy was unaware of the baseball that was being thrown towards him.

With history repeating itself, the boy fell face flat to the ground, a swollen bump starting to form on his head.

Waking up from your quick nap, you look beside you to see the same boy holding an ice pack on his head, similar to you.

“What the hell just happened?” You questioned.

“You know it turns out Jake over there really does have bad aim,” he jokes. “Or maybe I was just a teensy bit worried about you.”

“Worried about what?”

He explains, "Well, you closed your eyes; I thought you had fainted.” 

"Well, I didn't.”

He sighs. “Yeah, I can see that now.”

The two of you guys sat there with an awkward silence surrounding you. Feeling a bit better, you decide to grab your things, turning toward the boy beside you.

“You know, I never got your name. It would be nice to know who my hero is.”

“I'm Nishimura Riki, but people just call me Ni-ki. You?”

“I'm YN. Nice to meet you, Ni-ki, and thanks for helping me.”

He smiles, “Anytime.”

As you begin to turn away, a faraway voice can be heard.

“Hey! Heads up!”

You turn around and see Ni-ki in front of you with a baseball in his hand.

He screams towards his teammate, “You know Jake, you really do have shit aim!”

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“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born” Y/n mumbles as she nurses the bottle in her hand. She rocks back and forth on her chair in alexia’s back garden her childhood home as she stared into alexia’s eyes. “Sometimes I wish at the hospital you just left me there. Alone.”

“Bambi you don’t mean that. Let’s get you to bed.” Alexia reaches forward and tries to grab the bottle in Bambi’s hand.

“Do not touch me and don’t call me that. You off all people do not get to call me that M…Alexia. You lost the right to care for me. Did you even want it in the first place? Do not care for me now. Where is Olivia or Ade or Grace even.” Bambi shouts slamming her bottle down and standing up but stumbles back. “You left me.”

“Bam- Y/N that is not what I meant to happen at all. Let’s talk more about it when you’re sober. Grace is at the air b&b with James. Ade and Olivia are at home in London. You need to go home. Your family needs you and you need them.” Alexia pleads her words falling flat like the lemonade in her hand. “Bambi what on earth has happened to you.”

“You happened, don’t you see? You ruined me since birth; from the very first moment you set me up to fail. I am not and never have been good enough for you. I am you in all the ways you cannot love. I am too much of a burden. I hate myself I want my body back cI want my life back I want my job back.” Bambi sobs. They rip through her hard and her ribs jerk with every single one that rips through her. She feels herself gag from how violent they are. She feels her skin scream from the tears burning her face. She puts her hands over her face and starts to walk towards Alexia. “I hate the fact I can’t hate you for destroying me.”

“Oh Y/N come here” she reaches forward and pulls Bambi into her arms. She feels the woman, her daughter relax in her eyes tears soaking through her coaching shirt. She looks into her patio garden doors and into the living room. She stairs at the train. The same train that Alexia blames for the ruin of her relationship with Bambi. But then below the model she can almost see Bambi. She can finally see Bambi under the coffee table. She can see her daughter. She carefully moves Bambi’s head so it’s nuzzled into her neck and moves hair to one side and she can see them.

The scars from when Bambi had chicken pox.

It was a rather fond memory for everyone but Alexia, seeing Bambi toddle about in massive oven mits and having the slight smell of porridge engrained in her skin. How she’d just lay on the grass and roll around to itch her back. Her body had healed reasonably well, she had no scars baring the three at the top of her spine. A perfect triangle. Alexia without thinking reached up and started to lightly scratch them and hum the same lullaby she would when Bambi was just a baby.

“I see you Bambi. I finally see you.” Alexia whispers into the night staring into her living room. Wishing she could turn back time and walk the 20 foot into her living room and to find her daughter. Her Bambi. She quickly places a kiss on her forehead.

“Bambi the worst thing I’ve ever done was not find you that night. I promise in every other lifetime I’ll find you. I promise in the next life I’ll prove it to you. I’ll be the best mama you’ll ever need.”

Bambi’s sobs soon turn into hiccups and turns into silence. Alexia thinks bambis asleep from how silent she is but a small whisper is heard. “I promise I’ll be a better daughter.i promise I’ll never disappoint you.”

“Please don’t leave me mami please don’t leave me again.” Bambi begs tilting her head up to her mother’s eyes putting on her most pleading eyes she can.

“Bambi I promise I won’t leave. I’ll stay with you I promise.” She looks into Bambi’s eyes and it’s almost like a mirror staring back at her “I didn’t realise how similar our eyes were.” Alexia whispers she study’s her daughter’s face and she can see it. All she can see is herself in her daughter.

She is quick to pick Bambi up like she was a child again and sling hee into her arms. Bambi was light. Alexia decides considering she’s just had a baby. She had heard through the grapevine that Bambi had struggled with an earring disorder growing up but she didn’t believe it until she stalked and found Bambi in Lyon one day. It was a contrast the the girl she though she new. Bambi wasn’t a fussy baby before. She’d eat anything but now. Bambi wouldn’t eat if that was hee choice. She needed to be perfect. She needed to go back to work

“Come on Bambi, let’s get into bed.” She turns and helps Bambi into the sitting room and guides her onto the couch but “mami stay with me please” but without looking Bambi starts to stumble and reaches a hand out and with a small tip the train model THE model alexia has kept in amazing condition for years falls onto the floor with a loud bang!

“For heavens sake Bambi! Can’t you just leave it alone for once?” The words fall from alexia’s mouth before she can even think what she’s saying. They feel heavy on her tongue desperate to leave. Alexia can see Bambi’s face drop. She can see how it burns her daughter.

“I don’t want you anymore alexia. Goodnight.”

Bambi didn’t stay the next morning. Nor did she see her mother until the birth of her daughter. Three years later.

Drunk Bambi being loose-lipped is the best ✔️

Bambi relapsing slightly after giving birth ✔️

Alexia continues to put her foot in her mouth at the worst of times ✔️

In love with Alexia keeping the train and being protective over it, her last relic of child Bambi ✔️

Bambi is in desperate need of a hug from everyone but I think specifically a Jenni hug would do her a world of good ✔️

[twcwheeler]

Freed from a golden cage - drabble

" Aaah!" With a crash, Arcee landed over her pede, grasping it. Others turned towards the noise.

Past them all, the director made his way towards her with haste.

" What is going on? Arcee... what happened?"

Quickly, Arcee got up, briefly supporting the left pede with both of her hands. Grunting, as putting weight solely on the left felt like she could loose balance anytime. Different position, and optics shut in response of pain.

She could hear some whispering in the room. While some were clearly showing empathy, she knew on the other side of the coin - many saw an opportunity. Hadn't she herself, fought so hard to get where she was today. And now, her opportunity was slipping away into servos of other dancers. Arcee knew, they were both friends, but also, all aiming for certain roles and visibility.

She couldn't give up now. Not now... she could fake it. Somehow.

" I just... ah, It's nothing... just a tricky bolt. Just little bit of rest and self-maintenance and I will do just fine... " Carefully, she let go of the pede. Looking down at it as she huffed and tried again.

But the director's expression showed no confidence, as if he wasn't convinced, at all. He listened her explanation without a word. Gave her time to gather herself. Then, watched her once more try to balance, only to collapse down on both of her pedes again. Slightly, he shook his head.

Arcee was adamant, if not stubborn to try to get up again. Despite obvious pain flashing over her face plates. Gently, the director placed hand over her shoulder, guiding her back down as he knelt beside her.

" Tricky bolt? Arcee. I have seen enough. What comes to your pede... You, nor I shall have an opinion on that. I suggest you are free of duty, until you have it resolved."

Shocked, the respond was quick. " Wait. No. Please... Give me a chance to rest it for tomorrow... then try again. I worked so hard for this role. I passed all the quality checks!"

" And you can barely walk or balance after that fall... Look. It happens! And that kindle, that strong will to go on despite pain and injury. Admirable, what we look for... when it is only case of a tricky bolt." Helm shook, as he let down a deep breath. He knew too well how hard working and passionate she was about her duty. How they all, aspired to be the next star. Seen and loved by the audience. But he also knew, how quickly one would fall when reaching the greatest hEights, and never climb again. " However. Understand. Letting you on the stage would bring disgrace to you. I cannot let that happen. Our patreons and guests expect to see talent and art. To think you wouldn't show your best..." He got up and straightened his back, optics still directed downwards at the defeated femme. Offering his hand to help her up. Silent, she carefully got up with his help, back to balance with her both pedes. " You cannot risk it to get worse... What is a dancer without functioning pede? Within these walls... Nothing. "He began to walk towards the remaining cast. Few steps later, he glanced over his shoulder. "There is no point to push a broken frame. As I said. you are dismissed until you get it professionally fixed. Once you are ready to return, I expect documentation from a proper medical professional. Take your time, and worry not. We will find you a replacement till the end of this run and recast you once you are better. All clear?"

She frowned, then nodded reluctantly. "Clear..." She couldn't believe after receiving a notable role, she would bring this upon herself. She wasn't angry to the director, nor anyone coming to her place. It wasn't anything pre-planned. Rather, her luck. Her own mistake that cost her now a role.

Stupid pede. She cursed, picking her belongings as she carefully walked with careful steps. What is a dancer without a pede... and what if it wasn't a little thing? Thoughts cross her mind as she makes her way out. Standing on top of the grand stairs of a building that invited even the high-class. Great sight at the city, at the busiest hour.

Iacon. So vast and large. Busy with all kinds of function. And among them, she is dismissed, waiting for judgement and time. What is she even supposed to do, should it take longer than one adjustment?

Well, time to make searches and find a medic and get it dealt with. The quicker the better... the more experienced with frames... the better. The least she wants is some crowded hospital with who knows what kind of doctors at hand.

With search open, the small femme walks among larger frames - subconsciously dodging and moving through narrow openings surprisingly well, even though she couldn't glide or transform. She stops by a stop, ready to pick a train.

Somewhere peaceful. She just has to digest these news, somehow. Maybe, a park and fresh air...

[spacegirlinorbit]

Labour

Chapter 1: Labor pains

All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid 

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant 

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

Year circa 1971 

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it-

A high pitched scream echoes throughout the room. Don’t think- once again cut off by more screaming

oh I wish this agony would end, let it be done

She feels their uninterested stares and cold panic. I cannot die. Or so curse them all if I do.

Sweat rolls down her face like tears from a waterfall.

It's been 7 hours.

Nothing but slight crowning and no motivation to push anymore 

The air shifts

She grunts in anger to try once more 

Poor girl tells her gently push she almost doesn’t hear it with the blood flow pumping through her ears like drums beating

His cold hand takes hold of mine in no friendly manner

oh so he gets to be annoyed, perfect

“Keep pushing”, he tells me without sympathy.

I want to scoff and if I had enough air in my lungs I would 

I grit my teeth and try but it does nothing as my hips are already numb, my legs burning, my belly aching, my heart restless.

someone quick and hit me with a curse now.

“You’re not trying hard enough, I said keep pushing”, he whispers in my ear as he lets go of my hand.

I’m almost grateful for his cold hands as he reaches for the back of neck to push me to sit up 

“Now push,” he commands. 

I let out a deafening cry and gave it my all.

Once I hear the baby wail, I sigh in relief it's all over.

He's already let go and walks towards the babe, I see him look at it and nod to the sheepish girl. He takes his leave but not without saying, “Black make sure she gets her tea and come down as soon as she’s dressed.” 

As he leaves, I finally take a look at my baby. Not yet a name as the ceremony will take place downstairs, per his instructions earlier. Little Cissa brings the babe to me with a kind smile on her face. I send her a thank you as passes the baby into my arms, soon calming from his cries. 

I make quick work to coo him to a gentle sleep, luck is on my side with this one. The baby softly falls asleep without resistance. He’ll appreciate that, I think to myself. He hates the cries. 

I hand the baby back to Narcissa to finish cleaning up. Her mother Druella, my friend over the years, comes to my side to congratulate me and kisses the side of my head. 

“Up we go, they hate to wait, those men.” She smirks at me. I give her a half smile and get out of the labor bed. Blood once again staining the white sheets, what's the point in burning them anymore I wonder. 

Druella helps me slip on a dress and my shoes, she tries to do what she can with the slick greasy hair so she settles for a braid down my back that is acceptable. I don’t care much anymore these days. The sixth child, he should be happy that my womb hasn’t burst yet. 

“Lets go my dear,” She says to me calmly, holding my arm gently. “Cissa! Time to go down.” She calls for her youngest. Druella has been extra careful to keep Narcissa close to her since Andromeda had left the family. 

We make our way downstairs, I do my best to keep my head held high. As we make the last stair, I turn to Narcissa to hand me the child. So the ceremony begins. 

I walk to the ballroom where the crowd of friends, if you could call them that have gathered. The doors open and I enter and try to bear my pain by biting my cheeks. I look down to babe, and again sleeping peacefully in my arms. How I wish it were to last. I take my stance next to Tom at the end of the room in front of a bowl.

“Thank you all for gathering here today as I introduce my new son!” Tom speaks loudly over the small crowd. “Per tradition to the house of salazar, I will give my son the mark of my house.” 

When Tom first introduced the mark to me, I didn't really understand it. Granted he never gave me the mark. Always said, “there is another way to insure your faith”. I wonder what he meant by having his heirs. 

He grabs the babe arm and with his wand crest the mark into his skin. The babe starts to get irritated and I try to soothe as best I can while Tom finishes. Once he’s done, I cuddle the babe close to my chest and rock him. 

“Now at last, I welcome you, Ominis Ivan Riddle!” He shouts across the ballroom, as claps start to erupt. He looks behind him and snaps his fingers. A chair is quickly brought for me to sit at. The next part has to be the most exhausting part of it all. Everyone must come up and welcome the baby with a blessing water, hence the water fountain. This has to be the most cultish part of it, but I’ve learned now to never question Tom's motives for doing what he does. 

Sixth babe. The first comers are of course his siblings, or rather brothers, no girl has been sired. 

Salazar Marvolo Riddle, my oldest at 16, makes his way over with a gentle smile on his face. He dips his finger into the water and swipes the baby's head. “Much strength and stronger faith.” He says and then leans over to kiss my head, “Well done, mother.” I smile back at him. 

Next is what could Sals twin honestly born a year apart. Tom III Corvus Riddle, 15 and aspiring to be too much like his brother. He follows suit as his brother, but not without adding a cheeky comment about, “not more than me of course.” and proceeds to bless him, and gives me a gentle caress against my forehead. 

One thing I did right was raising my children to still know love. Unlike someone I know. 

Next is my young soldier, Oliver Morfin Riddle. At just eleven, has a dignified air around him, most likely finding his ego boosted as the room stands to appraise the boys. He boastly follows suit and somehow manages to have to collect more than enough water on his tiny fingers, it ends up sliding all over the babes head. I smile at him knowingly and he looks at me with slight panic before straightening his back. “May he grow strong and be faithful in faith.” Oh boy, I think I may need to help him more with his delivery nonetheless I tell him well done. He quickly replies without much thought, “ No you well done mother.” and walks away but not before taking a step quickly to hug me. I almost want to laugh. 

Lastly, my gentle angel, Augustus Reuben Riddle, at the ripe age of seven. He nervously makes his way to me. “Hi, August, want to meet your little brother?” I ask him gently. He looks at the baby and then at me and nods silently. I smile down at the boy to reassure him. “Okay you remember what we practiced, dip your finger in the water and then draw a line on the baby’s head here,” I say as I point to Omi's head. August nods and turns to the bowl and moves to dip his tiny finger as he gets on his tippy toes. He comes back and draws a careful line gently across the baby’s head. “Hi baby, I'm your brother. Be strong and have faith.” He repeats the words we’ve practiced the past few days perfectly. I whisper good job and he smiles brightly at me. “Can I sit with you, mommy?” But before I can reply, Tom sends Sal to fetch all his brothers to send off to bed. Per usual, my only comfort was gone. 

“Come on, little one, time for bed.” Sal says to his brother trying to gently prod him away.

“But I want mommy.” He stands firmly and starts to huff.

“Tell you what August, I will let you sleep in my bed tonight if you go get ready now.” I smiled encouragingly at him. He perks up at that and skips off with Oliver upstairs. “Make sure they brush their teeth, Sal.” 

“Always do, mum. Goodnight and good luck.” I almost huff at that, but a line has started to form. Oh good, they want this over with just as much as I do.

Twenty-four-seven baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It’s not an act of love if you make her 

You make me do too much labour

[iamnotyourgodsherald]

Fanfic Work!

Welcome back! This was based of Anon’s request for a Qunari Male Rook and Lucanis so I decided to make it a short fluffy and comforting work! Right in time for the season!Maybe Ill add a bit of spice to it later, who knows <3

For now, take some fall season comfort!

Pairing: Qunari M!Rook X Lucanis Dellamorte

Contains: Snuggling, comfort, cozy feelings.

I was walking down the stairs from my room in the Lighthouse, ready to go talk to Harding about her feelings on the last mission when I smelled the familiar spices of star anise, cinnamon, clove, and then the strong scent of crisp apples.

I followed the scent to the kitchen where my love, Lucanis, was cooking at the stove. His dark eyes watching the contents with sharp focus.

He was wearing his usual casual clothes, with a small apron on. His little coffee cup sitting next to the stove.

“I was wondering who could be baking.” I said in a cheery tone.

I ducked my head to avoid my horns hitting the top of the door, walking over to the side of Lucanis to watch what he was doing. I gave him a quick kiss on the side of his forehead, and started hugging him from behind as he stirred.

“I am not a baker. Meals, I can make. Baked goods, I cannot. I am making cider.” He wearily said.

“Cider! I haven’t had apple cider since I was a child! We used to drink it in Orlais when the weather turned frosty and the leaves changed color!”

I excitedly looked over his shoulder, the scent of the cider was strong and comforting. Like being wrapped in a warm blanket. The color of that perfect dark tan color was starting to come through in the pot and made me want to drink it straight out of the pot.

“You used to live in Orlais?”

“Grew up in the forests of Orlais. Easier to hide there when you're on the run from the Qun, I guess.”

“I see. That explains why the recipe came from an Orlesian vendor… I had to go through the Eluvian and sneak into Val Rouyex’s market just to get these apples. The recipe was very specific.”

I scrunched my nose, thinking of the bitter flavor that could possibly be in there. Orlesian culture likes misery and tends to put it in their cuisine. Their mark.

“Be careful using an Orlesian recipe… Could make the cider taste… off.” I gently cautioned.

“Trust me. I know.” He chuckled, bringing up the recipe page to his face, reading it off. “Add Juniper Berries if you wish to give your cider that taste of autumnal depression.”

I laughed as he tried to do an orlesian accent, hunkering down so I could bury my face in his back.

“You didn’t add them, did you?” I asked, hopeful.

I looked at the pot, looking for any aign of the berry but did not see them.

“I think I have had enough depression for this fall season.” I said with my tongue out.

He laughed in response, and he gently shrugged me off.

“No. I wanted this to be special for you. You hate bitterness.” He said, a bit shyly.

“Let me get some mugs for us. I want to drink this together.” I suggested.

“You want me to try it?”

I looked down, tracing my nails into the counter. Making them do figure eights. Almost shy to ask him.

“My family… when it got cold, we’d make apple cider and cozy up by the fireplace. My parents were not used to the cold so they'd snuggle with us and drink cider. Telling scary stories and making plans to bake. Things like that. I was hoping since you and I are together now that you’d want to do that with me?”

His eyes got big and soft, staring at me. He already seemed uncomfortable to me so I started to try and back track.

“Sorry, I just miss home and-“ I stammered.

“It honestly sounds… Very nice. Let’s do it.” He nodded.

“Are you sure? I don't want to force you-“

“You cannot force me to do something I do not want to do. Let's get… cozy.”

I excitedly ran out of the room, my heart all a flutter. I quickly grabbed my blankets from my room, speeding down to the fireplace area and laying our blankets out in front of the fire, running back up to grab pillows and more blankets until a sort of cozy blanket nest had been made. Lucanis came in with the mugs and set them on the table nearby, looking over at me with an amused but confused expression.

“You really went all out.” He chuckled.

“I really want to do this with you. Come! Bring the mugs! I want to wrap you up and snuggle you!”

Lucanis lowered his face but I could see his face turning pink as he grabbed the mugs, coming over.

“Alright… Take your mug first. I will…settle in.”

“Here! Sit on my lap!” I tapped enthusiastically.

“Y-your lap?” He said with an embarrassed expression.

“Yeah! I want to hold you!”

He nervously lowered himself onto my lap, his legs hanging off of one side and pressing the side of his body into my chest as I wrapped my blanket around us and around him tightly.

“Therreee we go…” I purred in contentment.

“Mm… This is nice… I feel…like I’m melting into you.” He purred.

“It’s nice, huh?”

“Very.”

I grabbed my cup, and sipped at its contents. The cider is so crisp and refreshing and the spices… So warm and bright. Reminded me perfectly of home.

I saw Lucanis bring the cup to his lips and then a soft and gentle coo escaped his body.

“That is… very comforting. Especially with the cold weather we've been fighting in. It's perfect for chasing a chill away.”

“You are so precious, I can’t handle it!”

I hugged him closely and kissed his face, nuzzling my face into his.

He reacted like a cat. He tried to bury himself deeper into my lap, but when he couldn’t escape he just sat there and took it but growled in discontent.

“Rooook… you're embarrassing me.”

“But you are!” I smiled.

“You are the one who is precious here. Soft and warm. So kind as well. Like a really nice bear.”

“Are you saying ‘bear’ because I am a Qunari?”

“Bears are fluffy and big. You are big and quite soft, are you not?” Lucanis argued.

I laughed and held him tighter, snuggling him closer. My heart was beating softly, watching over Lucanis sip at the coder. His soft dark hair falling in his face as he snuggled into my chest.

“Rook?”

“Yes, my little bird?”

“Let’s stay like this for a while.”

I smiled and watched the fire, putting some blanket over him while he nestled in.

“Whatever you want, Lucanis.”

[justrambles]

(Beauty and the beast steddie)

No.11 — Photo

"I'm just saying, hair products can be a weapon. Remember the hairspray incident, Lucas? Hmm?"

"Urgh, you never let it down, so of course I remember. But why would there be a hairspray in the fantasy world? And why would you even pack it?"

"I don't care if you're using hairspray or not, just make the damned decision right now!"

"Uh, guys- you lost me back there but, what hairspray incident?"

The kids stop arguing and turn to Eddie. Dustin looks smug, Lucas is throwing his paws into the air, Erica looks like she's on the verge of stealing the dice box (Eddie designed it to make the kids rolling dice easier) from Eddie, and Mike is grinning like he knows what is to come.

"Well, you see, Eddie-" Dustin starts, "When I came back home from the camp, these guys had this absurd idea of sneaking up on me."

"It was a surprise party, Dustin. Of course we had to surprise you. It's literally in the name."

"So, I had to take defense quick — it required a swift thinking — and grabbed the hairspray off the desk and sprayed it on the intruder."

"I had to wash it off my eyes for ten minutes!"

"It worked perfectly," Dustin finishes with a grin.

It's adorable, how the kids have been friends all these years. But Eddie cannot help but notice a small detail in the story.

"Henderson, I never thought you'd be a hairspray type of guy," Eddie smirks.

Mike laughs as he hears the words.

"Oh, man. It was so terrible. You should have seen him!"

"It was not!"

Mike ignores the indignant scream and continues, "Dustin used so much hairspray at the Snow Ball, it looked like a bird's nest."

"No, it did not! It was cool!"

But then Lucas fake-whispers, "It did look like a bird's nest," and everyone's laughing. Even Dustin, as he mutters out "Well, maybe a little bit more than I should've. But it was cool."

"Man, I really wish I could've seen it," Eddie laughs, and suddenly he realizes he really means it.

He wants to see what these guys were like before.

Regular teenagers, living pretty normal and un-cursed lives.

As Eddie halts deep in his thoughts, the kids notice the change, too. They exchange glances, waiting for Eddie to continue. An idea strikes him.

"Hey, do you guys maybe have—"

"We don't have photos anymore."

But just as Eddie pitches the idea, Mike answers abruptly.

"I think Steve got rid of them right after we were cursed."

Oh.

"Oh."

It's a shame, he really would have liked to see their pictures, but he is reminded of how nervous Steve was just for being seen. Wouldn't have been easy, Eddie guesses.

But suddenly Dustin stands up.

"But we do have one. We do have one! Lucas, come on!"

***

"How did you even keep this one?"

They all crouch in a circle — now Max included — staring at the one photo Dustin and Lucas managed to save.

Apparently, they had kept it just before they got cursed, just before Steve got rid of everything else.

It's a black and white photo, taken at a fair. A boy with the wild curly hair is grinning in the middle, holding up a prize. A girl is next to him, trying to look nonchalant but massively failing, as the corners of her lips are shifting into a grin. She also has both hands full of snacks. Behind them is an older girl, pulling the kids close but her focus is elsewhere, and she's laughing at something.

Eddie follows her gaze to a blurry figure on the left. It looks like whoever they are, they are falling down. Eddie stares at the figure, only recognizable by the back of their head.

"So I'm guessing this is Dustin and Max?" Eddie points to the two kids in the photo.

"Yeah! We took them at the summer fair. And that's Robin, and uh, the blurry thing is Steve. He tripped just as the shutter went off. I told him not to put the bag there."

"It wouldn't have been big enough to trip on if you hadn't felt the need to buy every weird toy you saw," Max counters.

The kids are bickering again, deep inside the memories. Eddie senses a movement from the stairs and looks up.

Steve is there, trying to figure out what the kids are excited about. Robin's perched on his shoulder, whispering something to him. Eddie grins, mouthing a "hey" to them. Steve walks forwards.

"Alright, what are you kids up to?"

This gets everyone to look up. Eddie can see confusion in their eyes, secretly glancing between Steve and Eddie, trying to figure out what is okay.

"We have a photo," Max finally blurts out.

Steve squirms a bit at the mention of the word, but overall he stays calm, and Eddie feels oddly proud of him.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" he asks.

"The one where you fell, at the summer fair."

Steve groans and Robin just starts cackling, jumping down from his shoulder and hopping towards the photo.

"Come on, let me see. I missed this one. Oh my god, Steve, this is just too pathetic! I love this one, do you guys have more?"

The kids just shake their heads at the question, ready to tell her that the photo's the only one that exists. But then Steve, from behind Eddie, speaks up.

"I've got more. Uh, at the basement. I can get them for you if you want."

[serotonincemetery]

Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Looking in front of you, you had glanced up and the massive castle in front of you, it's shadow loomed over you ominously. You felt a bit intimidated by it yet you pushed yourself forwards.

You had gotten split up with your brother, Ethan, both of you ended up here after their house was broken into and Mia was killed. You remember it happening, you had just gotten there in the morning just to visit but you ended up staying the night because your apartment was flooded. You remember being shot and waking up in the snow with Ethan standing over you with tears in his eyes mumbling They have Rose over and over again. At first, it had been a shock. Who had taken Rose? Your niece, you were determined to find her, Ethan was too when you got him to pull himself together after slapping him across the face and listening to his little hissy fit.

It was normal, his hissy fits were normal. You'd grown up with them, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't have them, hell, yours. were worse than his in the best of situations. But enough about that, you had seen that the door in front of the castle, you glanced around and saw a stone entrance around the corner and realized Ethan might've come through this way. You only realized that you might've come the wrong way, but you didn't care. You needed to find Ethan and Rose. You trudged up and saw a huge wagon and the doors being pushed open.

"Ah, [Y/N] Winters, Ethan Winters' sibling." The big man who had rolled towards you and let his legs dangle on the edge of the wagon.

"Who the fuck are you?" You asked quickly and took out the knife you'd found in the village.

"You can call me the Duke." He said. "Your brother is already inside Castle Dimitrescu. Would you like to buy anything before you head in?" He asked

And the only thought playing through your head was. Two things, one, this guy is definitely weird, two, he is definitely a little bit fruity.

"Um I don't have any money." You said with a shrug before starting to walk to the castle doors.

"How about I give you one complimentary item, it can be anything here." The Duke said as he motioned to every item.

You turned and sighed. "Shotgun?" You asked. The Duke reached around and pulled out a 12 gauge shotgun, it looked a little worn, but it was still in good condition.

"And you can have some ammunition to go with it." The Duke said as he also grabbed a box of shotgun shells to go with it.

You walked over as he held the two items out for you to take, and you reached out and grabbed them. "Uh, thanks.. Duke." You had paused for a moment to remember his name. You turned and put the ammunition in your pocket and held the shotgun in your left hand and walked to the door and pushed them open.

You walked in to be greeted by a semi big entry way and as you walked up the steps and saw a big portrait of three, stunning, young looking women. You look around and see, well what used to be, a glass case, it had been shattered and upon inspection, there was a grey powdery substance, and with the smell of it, gunpowder.

You turned away and walked to the left side of the room and pushed open the white door and walked down the hallway and down the stairs and pushed open the door at the end to be met with another hallway. You turned right and walked down it to be met with a grand entrance. You heard panting and quick footfalls.

You take one step before seeing Ethan stumble down the stairs and try and get away from something. You dash out and fall to your knees and quickly look him over for injuries. And he is still stumbling to get away when you see a woman who looks to be almost 10 feet tall at most. "You cannot run Ethan Winters." She said as she took the first step and then saw you as well. "Well well well." She stated quickly. "Looks like the Winters Siblings are here." She said with a grin.

Your eyes widened. Not only did she seem to be your enemy, she had to look like a beautiful goddess. You cursed at your mind for thinking this shit up and proceeded to pull Ethan to his feet, he stumbled up and you pulled him behind you. "What do you want you psycho bitch!?" You blurted out loudly.

"And another one with a foul mouth." She says as she then clicks her tongue three times and walks forwards towards you and takes an inhale from a pipe in her hand. "But you don't run like the other one. Interesting." She said as she bent down to look at you in the eyes.

She gazed at you and was expecting anger and fear in your eyes like your brother. But she was surprised to see that you were confident yet angry and you had that small spark of determination.

She stood back up as Ethan began rambling quietly and angrily to you about how much of a crazy bitch she was. But you barely listened, you were watching her every move, almost entranced in her.

"Listen well Winters' you will get one chance to leave this castle or I will crush you into dust." She said in a deeply intimidating voice. And the only thought running through your mind was please do.

As you were still gazing at her you felt Ethan grab the arm of your leather jacket and pull you away from the giant goddess. Ethan pulled you along as he ran. You kept thinking about Lady Dimitrescu. And again, you only had a few thoughts running through your head, and all of them concluded to be about the tall goddess herself. One last thought ran through your head before you noticed a swarm of flies congregate in front of you and Ethan. Damn I'm a simp.

You watched as the flies had turned into three young women, they wore dark embroidered cloaks and had dried and stained blood on their faces. "Daniella, take care of the man-thing. Mother wants his sibling." One of the girls said, in which the other two, presumably the one that stayed was Daniella, grabbed your arms and turned to swarms of flies and dragged you away at the same time.

This terrified you. You started screaming and trying to fight against them. They dragged you up a few flights of stairs and opened a door to a bedroom and dropped you. "Thank you girls." The deep voice of Lady Dimitrescu rang out through the room.

"You're welcome mother." They both said at the same time before leaving.

"So you're the interesting one of the two Winters' siblings." She said as she stood up from a vanity and walked over to you. You couldn't speak. Besides being completely terrified for both you and Ethan, you were in awe of the tall woman before you. She bent down and took an inhale from her pipe before gently placing her index finger under your chin and let her thumb hold your face in place. She blew out the smoke contents from the pipe in your face and you mind quickly became hazy.

"Now you see, the amount of herbs I have in this is about the equivalent of a human smoking lots of that so called weed and getting extremely high. Which for us, is enough to just take a little bit of edge off." She explained. Your eyes started to get extremely heavy, you had only ever gotten this high once before and it was not enjoyable, and getting this high quickly off a shotgun, that scares you. "Sleep well [Y/N]." She says before you doze off to a deep slumber.

You awoke slowly. Your vision slowly returning to you. You sat up on the plush bed and looked around at the room. It was the same one you had fallen asleep in. You stretched and heard the satisfying pops come from your back and shoulders. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. You stumbled but got a grip quickly. You walked over to the door and quietly opened it and walked out and you were about to search for Ethan, but Lady Dimitrescu's booming voice came from down the hall.

"I can hear your heartbeat. I know you're awake." She said, the sounds of her footsteps followed and were quickly coming towards you. Your breath hitched as she got closer. It was now or never to get the fuck out of there, so you chose now. You ran to the end of the hallway and made a right turn and kept running. You could hear her voice fading as you sprinted away.

You kept running and took lefts and rights and went down a flight of stairs and ended up in the main hall that you were in before. You skidded to a halt and looked around quickly. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." You mumbled under your breath, looking for a way of escape.

"Listen darling, if you come with me know I'll give up Rose to that.. manthing of a brother of yours. As much as I would love to please Mother Miranda, I currently have a new interest." She said as her footsteps came down the same set of stairs you had come down moments before.

Wait? She'd give up Rose to Ethan if I went with her? But Ethan would lose me. On the other hand, he'd get his daughter back, that's more important, Rose is the main concern, I've lived a full enough life, Rose's has barely even started. You were contemplating the outcomes and your body untensed as Lady Dimitrescu came closer and soon enough was behind you and placing her hand on your shoulder. You barely even registered it. You let out a long sigh.

"How do I know you'll give up Rose?" You asked quietly, not turning to acknowledge the towering woman behind you.

"I'll take you with me to retrieve her, or at least the piece of her that I possess." She said as she bent down and was now hovering over your shoulder.

You would be giving up your freedom for Rose. Was it worth it? It was for Ethan, of course it would be worth it. It would be for Mia. God. Mia! She's dead! Oh god. This was no time to panic. You let out a breath and turned and gazed at Lady Dimitrescu and nodded. "I'll stay." You mumbled. So quiet it was barely a whisp.

"Wonderful. Let us go retrieve Rose now." She grinned and stood up to her full height.

"W-Wait!" You were feeling ballsy. "You said there were parts of Rose? That you only possess a fragment of her? Where's the rest of her?" You asked.

"With the other lords." The Lady said as she turned back to you.

"Is there a possibility that we could get them to give their fragments to Ethan?" You asked.

Lady Dimitrescu let out a hearty, sinister laugh. "My my darling, you are so full of questions." She took a drag from her pipe and blew out away from you. "As for the other lords? They have their own standards, and you are my only condition for giving up poor, sweet Rose. Now if they had their own, they probably would too, but too bad that they don't." The Lady laughed.

"Oh" You breathed out.

"And on top of that, they would risk angering Mother Miranda." She said with a smirk.

"What about you? You're risking angering her." You raised your voice a bit.

"Now, now," She paused. "Darling, she favours me over those, buffoons." She smirked. "Now let us go get Rose and I'll get my girls to bring Ethan here and we shall send him on his deathly way." She giggled.

"Oh, alright." You said in a saddened, hushed tone.

"Don't sound so gloomy, Darling, you're doing your brother a favour. Without me right now, you wouldn't be getting anywhere, you should be thanking me." She was right, thanks to her, she wouldn't have her go at Ethan and he is a few steps forwards to getting home with Rose in his arms.

"Thank you, Lady." You mumbled.

"There it is! You're welcome, Darling. Now, let us be on our way, I must change due to the cold weather to go retrieve the piece of our dear Rose." She said as she made her way to her chambers. "Oh." She stopped at the top of the staircase. "Girls!" She shrieked. Soon enough swarms of bugs had accumulated and formed into three young girls. "Bring the manthing here. He gets to say goodbye!" She laughed and walked to her room as the girls giggled and fell apart into flies and in a swarm, went down a hallway. Leaving you alone.

Not for long though because they returned not even minutes later dragging Ethan by his ankles and coming towards you at high speeds. They quickly dropped him in front of you and they found a spot a few feet in front of you and stood there in a straight line. Waiting.

"Ethan!" You gasped as you bent down and grabbed his arm and pulled him up once again.

"What the fuck!" He breathed out. "What the fuck is going on? Did you find Rose?!" He asked quickly.

"Ethan! Slow down, you're safe, alright! And you're getting Rose, or a part of her, and then you get to go!" You said in a hushed voice to him.

"You found her! Wait." He paused. "What do you mean a part of her?" He asked.

"Every lord has a part of Rosemary." You whispered. "The Lady is willing to give hers up without killing us." You said calmly.

"How can you be so fucking calm?!" He said to you angrily.

"Because you'll get to be free with Rose again." You said with a smile, and tears forming in your eyes. He didn't understand that you weren't going to be with him.

"Where is the piece of Rose?" He mumbled, looking down.

"I don't know at the moment, but-" He cut you off by grabbing ahold of your shoulders in an iron grip and looking to you with a furious look.

"You said you found her!" He yelled and his grip on your shoulders became tighter.

"Ethan stop! It hurts!" Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to struggled out of his grip.

"Manthing!" The Lady's voice echoed throughout the corridor. You looked up at the stairwell and so did Ethan, you took this moment to pull yourself out of his grip and towards The Lady's daughters and towards The Lady herself. "You will not be harming them again, if you want to get your daughter back, then you will be following by MY rules." She echoed as she made her way down the stairs in a fur jacket and black leather gloves.

"What has this crazy bitch roped you into [Y/N]?" He asked quietly.

"Like I said, you will be able to get out of here with Rose in your arms." You said as you straightened up and rubbed both sides of your arms to try and sooth the pain.

"Now, get your things Ethan Winters. Because you will not be staying another hour in this castle. You are getting my fragment of Rose and you are leaving." Her voice bellowed throughout the entire castle, it had quite possibly startled the dead under the castle.

She walked over to you and scooped you into her arms and walked towards the back doors. This was unexpected to you so you tensed up. She stopped and turned to her daughters, who all had their eyes on you. She made a motion with her hand and they all nodded and ran off throughout the hallways.

"Ethan." You said softly to your brother, who is feet away from you. "I suggest you follow." You say before Lady Dimitrescu starts to walk towards the flight of stairs and upwards. She walks through the hallways and Ethan is silently following with a scowl on his face. Every time you turn to look at him his scowl becomes a facial expression full of anger and hate. How could he not understand that you were doing this for him?

Lady Dimitrescu adjusted you so you were sitting on her arm and you were hanging onto her shoulder as she kept walking and soon came to a large door. She pushed it open and walked out, she was slightly tense due to the cold and you three walked across the bridge that was connected to a tall, looming tower ahead of you. You shivered and she moved you closer to her to try and warm you up a bit. She was really caring if you thought about it.

She pushed the wooden doors open and walked in. You looked behind to still see a fuming Ethan. You sighed and turned your head to the tall staircase. The Lady walked passed it to what looked like a stone bench, or maybe just a slab of cement sitting there. As she approached, it opened and a platform under raised up a yellow looking container. You grimaced as she grabbed it and turned to Ethan.

"The staircase down? Follow that out and it will take you out and away from my castle. Never return." She said as she held the yellow casing out to him.

"What about [Y/N]?" He asked as he grabbed the yellow container.

"They made it very clear that they are staying here, did they not?" She smiled a toothy grin.

"[Y/N]?" His gaze met yours.

"I told you would be getting out of here with Rose." You smiled, tears returning. "Tell Rose about me when she's old enough? Alright? Tell her that her [Aunt/Uncle/Pibling(?)] loves her." You smile, wiping the tears from your eyes. "Go Ethan, get Rose back." You smiled.

"Wait what!?" He seemed shocked. He pieced it together in his mind earlier but refused to believe it and thought up some bullshit excuse for you finding Rose and not telling him and somehow becoming extremely close to The Lady really quickly.

"Go Ethan, I love you, remember to tell Rose about me later. Now go! You wont get another chance before I force you out of here!" You said firmly.

Ethan looked between you and the staircase a few times and then he turned and rushed to the stairs and held the container to his chest and ran down the stairs begrudgingly. You sigh and tears start to fall. You sniff your nose and wipe your eyes and you start to shake.

"Come now, Darling." Let us return to the main castle, then we can get you changed and let you rest." She said as she put her free arm to your side and walked out of the tower and across the bridge. She pushed open the door and closed it behind her and walked to her room and crouched down and held onto you as she walked through the door.

She walked to her bathroom and set you down and began running a hot bath. In your teary state she gently helped undress you and lifted you into the oversized tub and she went and changed into a proper nightgown and returned and crouched down beside the tub and began washing your arms and back.

She let you wash your more intimate parts yourself out of respect and when you were done she picked you up and wrapped you in a towel and brought you into her bedroom once again. You were still sniffly and upset that your brother is leaving. But that was your choice, you made this decision. Lady Dimitrescu set you on her bed and opened a drawer, looking for some proper sleeping clothes for you, soon she did and helped you dress with the proper undergarments and sleep clothes.

Once she was done she got in bed on the other side and laid you down and herself down and pulled you to her. She held you gently. Over an hour had past and you were still awake, so was she but she was making it seem like she was to see what you would do. You wiggled your way out of her arms and off the bed and went to the window sill and sat down on the cushions there and looked outside. You sat there for maybe twenty minutes before she pretended to wake up and look at you.

"Darling?" She asks.

"Yes?" You respond quietly.

"Why are you up, Sweet Thing?" She asked softly.

"I can't sleep, I'm just thinking of Ethan." You say as you turn to her, tears falling down your face.

She sighs and gets up and walks over and sits down next to you on the cushioned window sill. She looked into your eyes and sighed and grabbed your hands gently, you could feel the muscles in her hands and how gently they were being with you. She leaned forwards and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Lady?" You asked softly.

"Call me Alcina." She responded as she reached up and wiped the tears from your face.

"Alcina." You started, you voice a whisper. "Can you put me asleep again?" You ask quietly.

"I thought that was unpleasant for you?" She asked.

"It was, but I want to sleep, I'm so tired." You said, defeated.

"Alright. Let me go grab my pipe." She said as she got up and walked to the bathroom where she left it. She came out moments later while you were wiping your eyes. She grabbed an old rusted zippo lighter. She flicked it open and lit one end of the pipe and let it burn for a few moments before taking the first drag and blowing it out away from you.

She walked back over and sat the same way she did before and she maneuvered you around and laid you down on your back and laid your head in her lap. She wiped the tears from your face once again before she set the zippo lighter to the side, in which you grabbed and looked at the engravings along the outside of the casing. You traced them with your fingers as Alcina took a long drag from the pipe and leaned down to face you and you gazed up at her.

She slowly let out the puff of smoke in your face, you taking a deep inhale, shotgunning the smoke from her. Slowly getting the effects. Your eyes fluttered as she took another drag and leaned down again and blew it in your face. It was kicking faster than she had anticipated. You had been fiddling with the lighter moments before and now you were hazily fumbling with it as your eyes fluttered more to a slow close but you fighting to keep them open. She took one last drag and held it in her lungs as she placed the pipe to the side.

She leaned over once more and let her hands trace your face and play with your hair as she let out the last puff of smoke to put you to sleep. You took one last inhale of the shotgunned smoke and you let your eyes close like there were anvils attached to them. You dozed off and let your arm fall off your stomach with the lighter in it and let the lighter fall to the floor. You were at ease. You heard a few words come from Alcina before you drifted off into the seemingly unending lull of sleep.

"Sleep well, Darling."

[mrneighbourlove]

The Long Years Ahead: Ch 2. Moving On

Leere looked down to the spot they buried Sunny. It was traditional to be buried in Hyrule. The Royal Family was even kind enough to have her buried in the castle graveyard, an honour for princesses and princes. None of the nobles dared complain. But none felt the need to. Around Leere were grieving souls, family, friends, and those that respected the Ingo family legacy Sunny had built in her career. Despite all the people, Leere barely noticed them. As some started to leave, she merely stayed still over the patch of dirt and the grave stone built for Sunny.

"Come on, you old fart." Ralnor approached Leere from behind, putting a hand on her shoulder. His beautiful blonde hair was now solid white and there were many wrinkles decorating his once youthful face. He walked with the best posture, but still had to use a cane to help with balance. Yet, his attitude never changed... except now, he had more humor, even if it was rather dark. "I still have a bottle of that wine you like in the cellar, but you're going to have to go and get it. Stairs and I don't really agree that much anymore."

"I don't feel like drinking." Leere's voice was devoid of any spark.

"Well, it's either wine or it's chess to keep you occupied." Ralnor asked her again, "Which is it going to be? You're stuck with me for the evening, so you might as well make the best of it."

"The last time I drank after a funeral it was for mom... I don't think I want to relive that again." Leere looked up to the sky, watching a hawk fly over. Her attention turned to the layout of the castle. She pointed out towards an arch that was under reconstruction. "I'm going to outlast every life here. Even the castle will be a new model."

"You're probably right." Ralnor was never one to sugarcoat any dire situation. "New castle, new town, new port, everything will be new at some point. But... you want to know the one thing that makes me laugh about this whole situation?"

You find humour in this? Do tell.”

"That water dragon of my dearest brother's wife will be here to annoy you." Ralnor grinned at Leere, knowing how much she found Ba'puu to be the most irritating creature on the planet... next to Malik. He was doing his best to get a laugh out of his sister. The old prince knew she understood his dark humor. "And check on you every. Single. Day."

“Maybe he can kill me.” Leere looked back down at Sunny’s grave. “I can’t even bring her back. Her time is done. She lived and loved a full life.”

"Please, Ba'puu might be a giant pest, but he'd never harm you." Ralnor waved off that notion of Leere's. "You don't want to bring her back. Would you want her to be ripped away from those she's already lost?" The prince corrected his sister, "You did not lose Sunny, just like I did not lose Cass. They're simply waiting on the both of us, and, unfortunately," He shrugged a little, "Sunny is going to have to wait a little longer."

Leere’s shoulders sank, and with it her desire to stay. Turning, she faced Ralnor. Black lines of stained massacre and bags of little sleep filled her eyes. “Ralnor. I appreciate what you are trying to do… but I don’t see the point. My sunshine is gone. The only reason I’m not burying my daughter is due to a technicality.” Leere took a quick glance to see Joy speaking with Skyla. “Joy’s opted to be cremated when she passes.”

"You can't say I didn't try to cheer you up, but at least you know that's not exactly my strong point. I'll leave you with this," Ralnor patted Leere's shoulder gently, but had some tough loving words for her. "I'm not long for this world. Neither is anyone else you've loved or known for a while. Yet, none of us want you to despair." He told her, "Travel the continents. Learn what you want to know about other cultures. Research history and keep it from falling into nothingness. Watch our descendants multiple and grow. And lastly," The old prince took a moment to pause, "If you cannot find your sunshine, then you can always enjoy the moon. Both still give some light."

Leere gazed up, trying to see the moon. "Yeah. That's true. I don't think I can bury any of you though. I can't... subject myself to that pain over and over." Looking back to Ralnor, Leere had her first look of faint emotion. A plea. "Do you understand?"

"I won't ask you to bury me." Ralnor did not want Leere to have to relive the same pain as today. "Just... maybe visit. Share a bottle of wine at my gravesite with the old snake. Make sure all of our hard work doesn't go to waste."

"I won't..." Leere let out one more sigh. "Is your liver even good anymore for drinking?"

"Leere, I'm older than the word fuck itself, if my liver is shot, than so be it." Ralnor snorted at her inquiry of concern. "Let's go drink."

Leere frowned, her eyes gloomy. She didn’t like the way he was so casual about throwing his life away to possible alcohol poisoning, but her resolve to push back against her brother was gone. “Fine. Cass would be disappointed.”

"Dear sister, let me let you in on a little secret," Ralnor put his arm around her shoulders, using the other hand to support his weight on the cane. "Orana could outdrink many, but never my dear wife."

Sitting in his chambers, Leere gently and slowly dipped from the wine, taking the time to let its contents dull her senses. Part way through the drinking, Leere reached into her bag of holding and pulled out a glass on Lon Lon Romani. It was a milk like alcoholic expresso, created by Sunny. Popping the cork, she poured herself a glass, then silently looked to her brother to see if he wanted a glass.

"I will decline the specialty, Leere, you keep that bottle for yourself." Ralnor carefully sipped at his small glass of wine. "Have you spoken to the snake?"

“Not recently.”

"As much as I hate to say it, you should probably speak to him about what to expect in the upcoming years." Ralnor was old, he was definitely wise, and as always, had very good points. "He has been there, done that, for lack of better phrasing."

“I suppose so. Given his long life span, and my magic inclinations to stay young…” Leere chugged down the milk. Her head was already spinning.

"For now, though... I would suggest learning how to get your emotions on track first." Ralnor told his sister with a sad smile. "Living through the ages with grief... will not be easy."

“Ralnor…” Leere set her mug down, a long look in her eyes as she gazed at him. “In my first one-hundred years I have experienced being set up as a sacrifice, loss of innocence, war, demons, monsters, loss of friends, colleagues, our parents, and my wife. I’ve seen things that would even shake you. To be honest, fate has nothing on me. It can’t get any worse. Maybe… maybe in time it will get better.”

"My dear sister, I'm not saying look for the worst in the world in the future nor am I saying focus on the past." Ralnor told Leere, wise beyond his years, even in old age. "What I'm saying is... don't give up hope."

“I’m sure I’ll find something to do to keep myself preoccupied…” Leere took a swig of the mug again. “I could be Queen, you know.”

"Queen? Of Hyrule?" Ralnor gave a loud laugh at that suggestion. "Leere, as much as I love the idea of you terrifying your subjects with necromancy and having harems to put any others to shame, you've never been on for such a life. Besides," He added more wine to his glass, "You wouldn't do that to our brother's descendants."

"I'm not going to take over or anything. And I wouldn't want to be Queen of Hyrule, per say. I could just Queen it up elsewhere."

"Leere, you always hated doing paperwork and anything with diplomacy," Ralnor snorted at the idea of Leere trying to build her own kingdom. "Your love was archaeology. History. Culture. Go and do that."

“Oh god. I’m going to live long enough for you to be ancient history.” Looking at the wine, Leere took another drink. “Maybe I can get rich digging you up and putting your mummified remains in a Museum one day.”

"Nice try, but I am going to be cremated." Ralnor chuckled at the thought of Leere putting him in a most undignified pose as a mummy. "Cass was cremated and her ashes spread across the Gerudo Desert. I wish to do the same to be with her."

“I suppose there’s peace in that.” Raising her glass, Leere smiled. “To our wives. Strong willed women who should have outlived us both. To seeing them again.”

"I will drink to that." Ralnor took a final sip of his wine and then gave a small sigh, overlooking the kingdom. "Do promise me one thing, though, Leere." The prince then admitted, "I would like for you to come back here when you feel ready. Check in on our descendants. Make sure Covarog's and Zarazu's hard work did not go to waste." He gave her a small smile. "I'm sure they would appreciate it, as would I."

“I will. If anything threatens our descendants, I’ll be here. Who knows… maybe I’ll see the next Link.”

"... maybe there won't be another Link." Ralnor said with a tint of hope in his voice. "Or Papa. Or Mama. Maybe, just maybe... they can finally rest."

“Maybe… but not every Link has been the same reincarnation. Sometimes, like a Diamond in the rough, Hylian tradition to name their children after heroes can mesh beautifully with heroism in times of strife.”

Finishing her drink, Leere steadily got up. “I suppose I should go find Modoc.”

"If anyone names their child after me, I will haunt them." Ralnor retorted dryly, giving his adopted sister a hug. "Go terrorize the snake."

Leere hugged him tight, a part of her afraid to let go for a moment. She didn’t want to lose him. However, she knew life had to go one. Disembarking his room, Leere waved goodbye as she went to search for Modoc. Oddly, she had a sixth sense now about where he would be.

~

"Are you going to return to Omisha?" Napochi was speaking to his uncle as Joy rested inside her mothers' home. It had been a long week for her and she was exhausted. While he was too large to fit inside the house, he was comfortable with Modoc inside of the barn. "Mother has been wondering when you will come home."

"Perhaps after things settle here." Modoc told Napochi with a small sigh, "I can't exactly travel without drawing too much attention. I don't really want to anyhow," He shifted slightly in the hay, "I'd rather go back to Omisha and live out my days watching my nieces and nephews or training the next shaman."

Leere supposed she should have found Napochi and Modoc at the barn. It was the only place for them that could fit their sizes. Dismounting her horse, she settled next to a wooden in the barn, politely waiting to be noticed.

Hearing the horse approach, Napochi slithered near the edge, looking downward.

"Mother-in-law," He was always so formal with his speech, "Joy is in the house if you're looking for her.”

“I-… thank you Napochi. I’m sure she’s resting. I’m actually here to speak to Modoc.”

"Oh, shit." Modoc grumbled under his breath, figuring that Leere was going to chew him out about something else out of his control.

"Very well, I will give the two of you the barn." Napochi slithered out of the hayloft, "I will wait on the porch until you are finished speaking."

“Thank you Napochi.”

Leere waited until her son-in-law made his way out. Silence fell between her and Modoc. When she finally spoke, Leere did so with conviction, but it was clear her energy was sapped. “Modoc. We need to talk about our future.”

"What future?" Modoc asked with a drawl to his voice, leaning over the hay loft to look at Leere. "The one where you wallow in grief for hundreds of years, cursing me? The one where I try to forget the past two thousand years of Prama's influence on my mind? The one where we hate each other until the goddess of death eventually comes for my soul once more?" He gave a small scoff, "Let's be honest, Leere, we can't kill ourselves. Zarazu would be pissed at us for taking the easy way out and a worse punishment might be waiting. Not to mention, if we hurt each other, then we're only going to be hurting ourselves. There's no way out of this deity-forsaken trap."

“No. There isn’t a way out of this for us. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to suffer in despair in that time. And I don’t want to fight with you either. What would the point be?” Leere let her arms plop against her sides. “However, I am going to grieve. In my own way. I’m going to leave Hyrule. And, I want to know if you would want to come with me?”

"Leere, there is no possibility that I could travel with you." Modoc gestured to himself, thinking she had hit her head. "Look at me. I'm a giant snake man who scares the ever living shit out of people." He then told her, "Even if I challenged magic to alter my appearance, it would be very draining. Mother has need of me back in Omisha, so I will return there."

“Okay…” Leere took a deep breath. “I just wanted to ask you. You are, and will be forever now, my longest relationship in my life. And I hoped I could go on this journey with someone I care for.”

"Leere, you have to be honest with yourself," Modoc knew how she was feeling. He could sense it. She was merely trying to spare his feelings. "You can barely stand the sight of me right now. While I will always care for you, I believe you need time to sort out how you feel."

“Modoc. I don’t hate you. You aren’t responsible for what has happened to me. I am. I made that choice years ago. Maybe… maybe I thought you could help me sort it out.” Leere took a seat on a barrel of hay. “I’m sure Mother has her hands light with Napochi and Sadon there. Maybe we can both just… escape Hyrule and Omisha for a bit?”

"If you truly believe those words, then why are you mad at me?" Modoc asked Leere, not understanding. "Why do I sense that you feel such bitterness?"

“Because-!” Leere finally felt some more flare come back to her. “Because when Joy was born, I was never the same after the tower while Chaos was still dwelling in our world. It made me paranoid, and an asshole towards my monster friends. I wanted to protect her from everything, even when I knew you’d never hurt her, or corrupt her. And then, we never just took the time to sit down and sort our shit out after I forcibly brought you back to life. I’m bitter because I wasted time between us. Fuck it. That’s why.”

Modoc almost wanted to laugh about Leere mentioning how much time she had wasted, when now, she had more time than any mortal her age. Yet, it did make him feel a bit sad, recalling how Leere had all but ignored him, not to mention Blue and White. She even refused to visit Mother in Omisha. True, part of this situation could be his own fault. Modoc was incredibly angry with Leere for bringing him back, for breaking her promise to him, but... now, once more, he had resigned himself to his fate.

"And now... I think you realize that time is the one thing we cannot protect our loved ones from."

“Yeah.” Leere looked down to an open spot beside her, silently gesturing to him to join her. “Do you remember Hades?”

"... yes." Modoc felt that sharp twinge of pain in his chest. "I... really wish I could have brought back his species for him. But Prama wouldn't let me."

“I know you had a close relationship with him. I know I didn’t have as much time with him, but I did consider him my friend. He was grounded amongst the wackiness the rest of the hive could get up to. He was encouraging, always listening and giving sage advice. Then he tried to kill us… I never felt a betrayal like that before.” Leere held onto herself, silence filling the room for a bit. “Modoc… I’m sorry. I let that experience twist my trust again. I let it hurt my relationship with you for a long time. And I thought I could help repair it by bringing you back. But I only made things worse. I don’t want to have this strain between us. I love you. As much as Joy, my family, or Sunny.”

Once again, Leere fell silent. Part of her felt stupid. Even if wasn’t angry with her, he wouldn’t feel the same. 

"Before Hades made his choice, he was my oldest friend." Modoc told Leere, thinking back to when he met the Lionel. "He was just a kitten, starving and lost. I watched him grow, just as I did you." The Anagari could sense that Leere's apology was heartfelt and sincere. She truly meant those words, but it was hard not to have doubts after so long of Leere's dismissal. "Sometimes, those you love the most are the ones who hurt you the most."

Rolling over onto his back in the hayloft, the shaman sighed heavily, conflicted, "I understand why you did what you did, Leere. I truly do. I just..." He ran a hand down his face, "I know you wanted me here, partly because of selfish reasons and the other to help you protect your family. I understand that, I do, I know the why, I know the reason, I just..." He groaned softly, thinking of his own family, his beautiful mate, his sweet hatchlings. It pained him to think of their faces. "When you are at peace... true peace, and then suddenly yanked away from it, it leaves you feeling so hollow for a time. While I was angry at you, I do not hate you."

Leere’s grew a little solemn. Steady, she got up, walking over to Modoc. Best she could, she did her best to hug him. "You sure we can't just take time to get close again?"

Modoc was a touch surprised at the hug. Leere had avoided him like the plague until now. It felt odd, but... somewhat comforting. He had lost many of his friends. Hades betrayed him. Silver lost his life in the war. Black had his final rest granted by the goddess of death. Red was still running his brothels, but he rarely saw the incubus. Blue and White were still alive, thankfully, but now had lives of their own. It was so painful to watch those he cared for suddenly vanish from his life.

"... we do have plenty of time." Modoc spoke softly, "Anagaris can live up to a thousand years, Leere. Before I died, the first time, I was in my mid three hundreds... so we have quite a while."

"And who knows how we'll account for my lifespan and magic." With a sigh, she patted his chest with her bare, almost tender hand. "Are you sure I can't convince you to join me? I'm sure Mother has plenty of help in Omisha. And if you do have to wear a disguise, I know spells that can help take away the discomfort. I could use a friend on the road. I'm thinking of going to Danjur first, but if you can't join me, maybe I would visit Fayruz in Al-Daida instead."

"From what I know, Mortuus usually lived a normal human lifespan unless a deal was made of some sort with hellish magic." Modoc felt her hand trying to give him a source of ease with the tiny pats. It made him think of when he used to carry her around. Years ago, Leere used to demand he be her personal chauffeur. It used to make him chuckle when she'd just hold up her arms like she was a kid again. "... I am not one for traveling, Leere. Those who know me as a host still hold resentment. But I will go with you to Al-Daida before Omisha," He thought of the matriarch, "She, at least, will not banish me from her country."

“Thank you…” Leere hugged him again, before letting go. “I should go talk with Joy. Need her help in getting my affairs in order.”

"Take your time and grieve, Leere." Modoc told her, a solemn expression on his face. "I... didn't have time to grieve when I lost my family. And I should have been able to. You do what you need to."

Nodding, Leere made her way back into her house. Opening the door to the inside, she paused, looking at the bench she and Sunny sat on for so many days they were married. Going inside and up the stairs, she passed by too many photographs for their lives, with Sunny getting older and older. Finally, reaching Joy’s bedroom, Leere peered in. “Joy?”

Her daughter stirred awake from the sound of her mother’s voice, a little tired in her voice. “Mom?”

“I’m sorry. I can come back later if you like.”

“No. It’s fine. Come in.”

Leere made her way in, crawling on top of the bed to lay beside her daughter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. But I’m far from okay.”

Leere felt the hollowness in her daughter’s voice. It was understandable. “I know. I feel the same now she’s gone.”

Joy turned to her mother, taking a deep breath to keep her emotions in check. She had a long day of crying already, and she didn’t want to start again. “Mom’s going to be okay. And in time, we’ll see her again. It’ll just take a little longer for you…”

“Joy. I need to tell you something.”

Sending some hesitation in her mom’s voice, Joy took her hand gently, giving it a squeeze of encouragement. “What is it mom?”

“I’m going to leave Hyrule. My way of healing, my best way-“

“Is to adventure.” At this point, Joy was sitting up on the bed. She knew her mother well, more so the older she got. Leere loved the sense of travel, the excitement and wonder that came with it. Helping her mom up, Joy smiled with some sadness, but also understanding. “Mom. Sunny would want you to be happy. Mama would know that you can’t stay cooked up here. And I know that too. You’re a free spirit, and I think you need to see the world to let it help heal you.”

“Oh Joy.”

“Go out there. Be wild. Just… just try to visit? Or message me once in a while? I can look after the house here.” A little more serious, Joy put on her doctor's face. “Mama and I won’t, wouldn’t, care if you look for intimacy. But please. Don’t go on drugs again.”

Leere flinched at hearing that. She supposed Sunny must have told Joy at some point of her mom’s troubled past before she meet the farmer. Nodding, she made a vow here and now to Joy. “I won’t. Nothing hard or dangerous ever again.”

“Thank you. And be safe. I love you mom.”

“I love you too, my Joy.”

Hugging her, Leere prayed for her daughter to have a long and safe life.

~

A month of preparations was in order for Leere. She took time to cry, to celebrate the life Sunny led with remaining friends and family, and to plan. If she were to leave Hyrule to travel the world, she’d need organization, at least to a degree. Identities to go by, magic items to bring, and how to live happily.

With a step in her speed, Leere made her way to the castle. She needed one last goodbye and to make some arrangements with the royal family. Donning a pair of red tinted glasses, she wore a nice leather jacket and traveling pants for the occasion.

"Didn't Mother always tell you not to skip in the halls?" Ralnor chuckled as Leere rounded the corner. He had been waiting for her. "She was always so worried you'd break one of her antiques."

“You’re just jealous I still have the figure for it. Besides, I was always a good child. Anytime I slipped up Rinku and Skull Kid were happy enough to take the fall.”

"Those two never grew up and therefore have a valid excuse." Ralnor followed Leere into the throne room. "You know, you don't have to go. You're more than welcome to stay here."

“I know. But if there’s one thing I shared with our late sister it’s that I could never stay in one spot for long. I did so for Sunny. But now that she’s gone… I need to go. Hyrule’s just a sad reminder right now. In time, I’m sure that will change, but I do need time to work that out.” Leere took her brother’s hand, smiling. “If I do stay, I’m pretty certain I’ll go mad and turn all of you into children to have you grow up again.”

"Leere, if you make me go through puberty again, I will bite you." Ralnor shook his head, understanding her need to leave. "Go off on one of your grand adventures yet again. It will do you good."

“Yeah. I’ve already said goodbye to Orana and Tebby. As for Kanisa, I’ll figure something out. All that’s left is you and little Lui-Lui.”

Leere gave Ralnor a pat on the back. "Let's go find the little red head, shall we?"

"That little redhead isn't so little anymore." Ralnor walked alongside Leere, going into the throne room where Luimaya and Xidoren waited. He looked at the pair, standing side by side, talking to their children. The old prince gave a small sigh, a smile creeping onto his face. It was rare to see him be so relaxed. "... I'm so glad that she had a chance to be happy too."

"Indeed." Leere walked in, and, with a flick of her finger, she made a few wrapped boxes appear. With a full smile, she shouted out to the kids. "Who's your favourite Aunt!"

It was indeed an odd sight to Ralnor. Long ago, Luimaya had told the prince that she thought she would never have a family after learning of her fate to be the host of Balance. Now, here he was, watching her laugh as her children greeted Leere. Luimaya and Xidoren were parents to five beautiful daughters and two handsome sons. 

"Goodness, you'll never stop spoiling them, will you?" Luimaya gave her aunt a smile. "Then again, I suppose that is what aunts are for."

"Shadow Sage---I mean, Princess Leere," Xidoren was as formal as ever with his speech, "You are too kind."

"Not kind enough I think. For all of you. Books of adventure and lockets of beauty and mystery. Enjoy." Ruffling some of their hair, she made her way up to the Queen, giving Luimaya a hug. She was in a much better mood since the funeral. "Hello dear. How are you doing?"

"Aunt Leere, I'm old, I'm here, I'm still a bit fabulous, and I've somehow managed to keep the kingdom from falling apart, so I'd say I'm all right." Luimaya returned the hug and then added, "But most of all... I'm happy." She had her hand holding Xidoren's, still very much in love despite all that had happened.

"You don't look at all a day over thirty-nine. It makes me happy to know that you have this full joy in your heart." Leere smiled at them both, a twinkle of sadness in her eyes, but with a blink, she pushed it away.

"It seems that we were both able to master our fate in the end." Xidoren gave Luimaya a smooch on the forehead. "Are you sure you wish to travel? We are more than happy to accommodate you in the castle."

"Xidoren... I can't stay. I don't want Hyrule to feel like a prison of time. If I stay for the hundreds of years I have left, it won't feel special anymore, let alone a home. I need to journey outwards. If I do so, the moments I do return will make Hyrule feel all the better." Turning to Luimaya, Leere cupped her niece's hands. "Do you understand?"

"I understand." Luimaya never wanted to think of how hard it would be to live on and watch her family die. It was a curse she'd never wish upon anyone. The only way to live with this type of pain was to try and outrun it. "Just be careful."

"I will. You know I will check in on our family line right? Keep them safe. And, if need be, keep them honest."

"I trust you to do so." Luimaya knew that eventually Leere would return to Hyrule. Probably not in her lifetime, but, at least here and there to check on the descendants. It was a heavy thought, but one that gave her a bit of comfort.

"Hey." Leere lifted her drooping chin up. "No sad thoughts. Not for you. Not anymore. You have a long, happy life ahead of you now. Hyrule is going to flourish under your care. You don't have to worry about me."

"I know." Luimaya grabbed Leere in a tight hug, and whispered in her ear, "Kaksa said Modoc will take care of you and you'll do one better for the world. Just... don't lose sight of the light."

Leere's eyes flashed with sadness for a moment. Her heart would miss her family heavily here. The deep loving hug from her niece didn't help make the leave easier. Hugging her back, Leere nodded. "I won't. You can't cast a shadow without light after all."

Saying her goodbyes, Leere was led to the castle gates by her family. Smiling, she gave them all a wave goodbye as she set off. Taking a breath, she looked up at the Sun. She hoped she would feel Sunny's warmth once more.

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[cocoabubbelle]

Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 19: Mystery Mask Mix Up

Is it me or is the typeface for the episode card different?

Why are the subtitles not working?

When Daphne expressed interest in buying the mask that totally has nothing to do with the creepy guys earlier wanting to search for a particular mask: “Looks like Daphne wants to scare off a couple of new boyfriends 😜” You wish that were true Shaggy 😚 sorry its the Shaphne in me.

Store owner I know these goons caught you by surprise and are intimidating, but why would you say to whom you sold the mask to?

Daphne’s pink tights apparently glow in the dark.

It would appear that not only is Velma one of the strongest members of the Scooby Gang, she’s also the most physically imposing by the way everyone hides behind her. No wonder she joins Shaggy in the MultiVersus Game.

“Quick Scooby! Make like a Watchdog!” Well, he’s trying, but not everyone is afraid of a large, 120lb Great Dane.

Apparently Scooby speaks Mandarin or Cantonese,…or whatever the writers though that dialogue sounded remotely like any of the Chinese languages (I cannot speak any of the languages, but I heard “gomen” thrown in by Scooby, which sounds more like the short version of the Japanese “gomennasai”)

Scooby uses Shirt Presser. It’s super effective!

Mr. Fong, the Art Dealer, warns that as long as Daphne keeps the mask, she will be in great danger. A genuine precaution, or a warning by one of the three culprits (the supposed ghost of this mask + his two henchmen)?

Fraphne? (Daphne holding on Fred’s arm in worry; then again, both Freddy and Velma are holding her defensively, so it might just be platonic protectiveness)

Daphne too stubborn to hold onto the mask she bought rather than hand it over to the police or Mr. Fong for safekeeping (tbf it probably costed her a pretty penny.)

“I didn’t know that zombies could ride cars.”

Second time we hear an upbeat song playing for a chase scene. Also, Fred’s a reckless driver.

The girls are holding onto Shaggy for dear life during this car chase. Smart, as he’s probably powerful enough to deflect potential damage from car crashes. (Also mini Shelma since she’s the closest to him)

Mystery Van is able to smash through a hotel entrance, go through lobby, and up the stairs. I call shenanigans on both this logic and that none of the Scooby Gang will be charge for disturbing the peace. (Mini Fraphne again: she’s holding onto him for dear life while she and the rest of the gang almost fall out their seats from Fred’s crazy driving.)

Hilariously, the Zombie henchmen weren’t dumb enough to follow the Mystery Van into the hotel, so patiently waited for it to come out to resume chase.

How did you guys get on top of a building?! Freddy don’t cover your eyes with the rest of the gang YOU’RE THE ONE THAT GOT THEM INTO THIS SITUATION OWN UP TO IT!!!

Parkour: Mystery Van Style.

Oh, so driving into hotels is too extreme for Zombies, but driving onto and off of buildings isn’t?!

Mystery Van drops down and crashes through a glass ceiling without any scratches. SHENANIGANS, I tell ya!!

I forgot to mention this in the previous episode, but the Mystery Van’s interiors changes more than my mental health status on a day to day basis.

Have they not learned last episode’s lesson of locking the doors to the back of their car?? You left your dog behind again!! (See episode

Dear 70s: why are cheesy love songs the go-to-music for chase scenes????

Scooby uses bike; it was ineffective.

Because a big car slipping on a banana peel makes sense.

My sis: why does the weird cartoon logic bug you so much?? ; Me: I DON’T KNOW IT’S NEVER BUGGED ME BEFORE BUT IT DOES NOW!!!

Animation Goof: Scooby’s arm momentarily turns green as he tries to unearth Shaggy from the pile of spilled fishes from a boat Fred crashes into. (Funny Frelma moment as they exchange quips.)

Of course the Zombies immediately capture, bind, and gag Daphne and have her in their car offscreen without anyone noticing.

Secret message that can be read via reflections.

Of course the temple doors they sneak through aren’t locked.

Good news: Fred and Velma immediately find Daphne after splitting up with Shaggy and Scooby. Bad news: t’was a trap.

“What you can’t see can’t hurt ya!” *proceeds to crash as soon as he enters the mysterious room with his eyes covered.*

“I dare you to cross this line! >:D” Bad guy: *crosses line like a boss.* “D:”

Question: is it possible to ride Great Danes like horses in real life?

Shaggy and Scooby disguise themselves and speak like racist caricatures. (Did Scooby technically dress like a racist caricature of a Native American last episode?)

Sitting on a lit fuse of dynamite stops the flame but burns your seat.

Accidental rescue! The Scooby Gang’s reunited.

Pigeon Coop. Daphne has a princess moment and lovingly cuddles a pigeon/dove(?) while Velma reads a suspicious message it had tied to its leg.

First time we hear that Shaggy has a model train set, and Fred wants to use it for a trap. Break your own toys, Freddy!

“I sure hope this crazy contraption works.” “Sure it will!” Me: *checks the score between Fred’s successful vs unsuccessful traps* 😬

Poor Scooby isn’t able to finish setting up his part of the traps in time, so winds up caught in it along with the criminals.

Useful policemen/sheriffs/detectives yet again! And yes, Mr. Fong was one of the bad guys.

Day 19 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids!” For being one of the most well known catchphrases of this entire franchise, it surprisingly took a while for it to actually be a thing. *sees there are only 6 episodes left this season.* 😐

[okwonyo]

romance on camera.

ᙏ̤̫ ⠀엔하이픈 ♡ female reader & idol au fluff established relationship + cw. not-proofread kissing skinship 1.1k ｜ ( bookshelf )

heeseung

would be as embarrassingly affectionate as he is behind closed doors; so much, that his antics would tend to make you find him a bit embarrassing, still in the most endearing way.

arms draped on your shoulders as he stands behind you, his chin resting on the top of your head and your back touching his chest, as if he was a giant and bulky backpack: would make you walk around like that during the short time you were allowed in the dorms during en-o-clock.

would crash in your group’s dressing room without warning. would warp his arm your shoulders, drawing you closer to him, his hand comes grab your cheeks and turning your head to his before he leaves a quick peck on your lips before leaving.

“she is so cute when she’s embarrassed..”

jongseong

would be a real gentleman; always coming for you when you need help. rushing to your direction whenever he feels like he needs to land an hand to you; as if you are a damsel in distress.

would offer his hand to you during awards shows, when his gaze absentmindedly land on you, led by his instinct of spoiling you, and would see that you are going to walk down the stairs in your high heels. coming back on his steps even though he is already ahead of you, he’d help you down the stairs by holding your hand and you walk behind him.

often would be seen without the vest he was wearing when he entered a place where you were aswelll (award show, ISAC or hybe games). however the piece of clothing in question would be seen again near you; on your seat, delicately held in your arms or on your shoulder.

“of course, i spoil her. isn’t it what a boyfriend is made for?”

jaeyun

would be so, so flustered— giggling, moving nervously and feeling so warm that a maroon taint flush would burn his cheeks, ears and even a little bit of his nose.

turning his head to catch the slightest glimpse of your face, as your group stands tall next to his; would even lean forward a tad, staring at you long enough for you to turn your head to his direction. would start giggling as soon as your eyes meets his, suddenly taken over by shyness, he’d look away from you and your teasing smile. wo

would get extremely shy at the mention of your name alone— mouth shutting close when your name slips from the variety show’s host, would wish you were there just to his his face in the crook of your neck. instead, when one of his members says your name to shut him during a light hearted argument about the game they are playing, he would use his hands to cover his face; although they cannot make the giggles disappear.

“she’s just too pretty, ah; my heart can’t take it”

sunghoon

would be too well hypnotized by your heavenly visuals to draw his eyes away from you; doesn’t matter the time or the place, there would be no way he isn’t looking at you.

would often be caught glancing at you on cameras, his eyes lingering on you more and more at each glance. would end up staring at you for a few minutes and wouldn’t be really discreet about it either; smile when you giggling and mouth falling a bit agape as he admires your beauty.

you would think his staring, or more: contemplating, problem would be less obvious when you are near— but, no! even when you sit right next to him, it would be like he is amazed that you are even more beautiful from where he is: head turned to you as talk to the cameras infront of you, watching you with a sweet smile.

“she does what the night does to the day..”

seonwoo

would be as sweet and affectionate as he is off camera. the type of boyfriend that would just love to be with you, and near you at every given moment.

no matter how far away from one another you are placed, how many people there are between the two of you; he would always find a way to come next to you. surprising you by coming behind you, would lean in so his mouth is next to your ear; a ‘hey’ would slip out of his mouth and make you jump.. you would push him away as you laugh.

would do a lot of things for you, always seen taking care of you in any shape of form: holding your purse while you arrange your hair in front of him, nodding when you ask him if it’s alright. would wrap his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and and making you lean your head on his shoulder— rubbing your arm when you close your eyes, tired of standing in these heels.

“she is just made to be taken care of, you know?”

jungwon

would be such a tease, playing with the fact medias and fans know you are dating but, nothing is confirmed yet. dancing between the lines of the obvious and discreet.

walking past you and grabbing your hand for a few seconds, fingers brushing against yours as he walks away and his hand slip away from yours or giving you pecks on the lips when you are outside at night. would know that the cameras are there, transmitting a blurry image; where you can barely see what you two are doing— he just loves to drive you and the fans crazy.

would soft launch your relationship a lot; doing lives in your room while you are preparing dinner in the kitchen, posting pictures where we can see him in the same place as you were in your most recent picture. the worst thing is; no one would be keeping him away from confirming your relationship!

“there is some dating rumors going on about me.. i’ll leave it up to your imagination”

riki

would be the allegory of the playful and carefree lover— he would just love to play around, with you specifically, no matter how cameras are there.

would take find you in the crowd of all the idols on stage, taking your hand and stating to run wherever the wind takes him; you would let yourself be dragged by your boyfriend, with your hand covering your mouth while your giggles fills the whole stage.

would often be filmed next to you during public event you are both attending to; sitting next to you and whispering stupid joke in your ear, to which you never fails to be caught laughing too.. you would just be so cute together; always stuck by each other’s side, wide smile plastered on your faces.

“i’m reassured when she is near”

taglist reblogged!— since i got asked to make more idol!reader works >3<

[st-alessia]

Blood of Empires Chapter 10

He had no intention of going anywhere else but straight to Jorrvaskr once he returned but that plan was dashed as his curiosity peaked as he watched his brother’s little Imperial, Cassia, standing out the Bannered Mare alone. Normally he wouldn’t care but it was odd to see her out and about without his brother or Ria shadowing her every step; not to say the Imperial couldn’t go anywhere without them… they just didn’t seem to enjoy leaving her alone. After a moment’s hesitation she makes her way into the inn. 

Vilkas glances up the stairs leading towards the mead hall, he watches Njada continuing without a care over him suddenly lagging behind. Fine by him, she had been unpleasant company for the past 2 days. Already having decided, he turns back to the inn. 

Upon entering, the light and warmth welcomes him. The chatter is welcoming and lighthearted, thankfully there was no singing yet, just the simple strumming of the bard’s lute that added an equally welcoming tune to the atmosphere. His eyes focus on the reason for even being here, she was seated on the stool near the fire looking every bit uncomfortable as a canah* under a cat’s paw. Vilkas grunts at his terrible analogy, Farkas would like it but he would never resort to mentioning that to his brother as it was just bad. 

He moves to claim the last open table, further in the back but with a view towards the main area and the door. A perfect view to watch everyone coming and going, to listen in on anyone’s conversation, to see her. If only he could see her face, from this angle he could only view her back and the side of her face when she turned her head. Carlotta sat down on the bench near her, doing her best to pull Cassia into a conversation. It doesn’t take much as she seems to latch on to the conversation as if she was a child starved for attention. 

About two meads in and listening in on the women’s conversation as it makes its way to discussing the annoying resident bard, their words practically summon him. He feels a stirring of annoyance, either him or his wolf–probably both–and he barely allows rational thought to interject, telling him that ‘no, he cannot just rip the bard’s head off just because he was annoying and bother the women’ before Mikael arm goes around Carlotta’s shoulder and pulling her towards him as she attempts to resist while raising her voice at him. 

All inhibitions have fled now and he stalks over and yanks the bard backwards. His actions caused Mikael to fall hard on his back and Vilkas held him in place with his boot and he glares down at the weak boy below him; he is grateful his actions didn’t cause Carlotta to fall and get hurt as Cassia was quick enough to catch her flailing hands and pull her up.

Everything is silent.

He sneers, “You’re asking for a beating, bard.”

“No fighting inside!” Hulda calls out in a reprimanding tone.

Vilkas grunts, removing his boot and forcefully pulling Mikael to his feet like he was a ragdoll. “It seems our resident bard needs to learn to keep his hands to himself. Leave them alone.”

Mikael accepts his loss as it stands glaring in his face. “Whoa. Hey there. I didn’t mean to make you upset. On my honor, Carlotta won’t have to worry about me again.”

“Both.”

Confusion passes over Mikael’s face before he remembers the new, pretty Imperial in town who happens to be standing with his lady-love. “But sir, surely-” 

Vilkas grinds his teeth together as he pulls the bard’s face closer until they are nearly nose-to-nose, voice lowering. “Don’t test my patience, bard.” The remaining color saps from Mikael’s face the longer Vilkas glares at him with molten silver eyes. 

Mikael drily attempts to clear his throat. “Y-yes, of course. I… I will never bother these ladies again. You have my word.” 

“Good, because if I hear otherwise I know where to find you.” With a shove, Vilkas pushes him away allowing Mikael to fall back to the floor with a thump, and turns to Cassia and Carlotta. Now that the confrontation ends without a fight, the rest of the patrons turn back to their prior conversations. Mikael quietly picks himself up and sulks to the furthest corner from them.

He glances over to Carlotta, assessing her rumpled dress but altogether she is alright; she gives him an assuring nod and thanks him for his intervention before excusing herself for the rest of the night after hushed words into the Imperial’s ear which she nods in agreement. He pretends to not hear the exchange.

After she leaves, Vilkas meets the girl’s eyes and gestures for her to return to her seat while he claims the spot at the bench. “Farkas will be upset to know you’ve become the source of some trouble.” 

Not the response she was expecting, Cassia sits flabbergasted as Vilkas gratefully accepts a mead from an even more grateful Saadia. He watches her over the rim as he drinks, his silver eyes having lost its hard edge but their intensity remains.  

“I didn’t cause any trouble!” 

Vilkas hums, one corner of his lips tugging up in mild amusement. “Didn’t seem that way to me.”

*

The second time he had dinner with Cassia in the Bannered Mare, it was in the company of his brother and Ria. They sat around the fire with Farkas regaling her with stories of their past battles, Ria pitching in with her own occasionally, and it brings out a laugh he had not yet heard. 

To him, her laughter was a nereid's call, an captivating melody that drew him in, leaving him utterly enchanted and making him believe that, indeed, it was the sweetest sound he had ever been graced with. Each note was a delicate, honeyed caress, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

As the fire crackled and its glow danced across her pale skin and golden hair, Vilkas allowed himself to get drawn into her and when she glanced his way he smirks. That set her heart racing and she quickly turned away, making an effort to focus solely on Ria so she couldn’t even see him out of the corner of her eye. 

Farkas, however, had a way of noticing things others might miss. He'd grown up with Vilkas and their connection ran deep. As his ale-soaked mind pieced together the unspoken changes that occurred, Farkas' curiosity was piqued. He leaned closer to Vilkas, his voice a low, rumbling whisper.

"Something's different tonight, isn't it? I can see it in your eyes," he said with a knowing grin, raising an eyebrow as he took another sip of ale.

Vilkas tried to maintain a stoic exterior but couldn't hide the playful sparkle in his eyes. He leaned in to respond in a hushed tone, his lips barely moving. "Perhaps there's something about the firelight and good company that's affecting us all."

Farkas chuckled softly, leaning back into his chair. “Of course, brother.”

Vilkas hides his grin behind the rim of his mug, silver eyes dancing with mirth.

*

The third time he had dinner with Cassia, it was a coincidence that the only available place to sit was at the table in the back of the inn with him, alone. She had entered with a flourish and a grin and was halfway into the room before she realized there was no place for her to claim near the fire as she usually does. 

As her eyes glance around, searching, she spots him and begins to step towards him before a look of recognition flashes over her face and he knows, just for a moment, she was happy to see Farkas until she realized he wasn’t him. His gut churns. He can’t think of anything he had done to offend her, he would have been able to tell based on the changes in her scent and the pace of her heart; her face was also an open book. 

Before she can decide to excuse herself, he calls her over. “Join me, Cassia. Plenty of space for the both of us.”

She hesitates still but her propriety and her polite nature wins out. She took the few steps needed to reach the table and pulled out a chair, settling herself across from him. As she sat before him, dressed in a fresh, green dress but smelling heavily of lavender and rosemary, it was doing a good job of masking her usual scent of blood and smoke. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was watching for her to enter, he may have missed her entirely.

She keeps her eyes on the table, hands fidgeting in her lap. He could faintly pick up the sound of not-quite scrapping below the table, he guessed she was nervously dragging her foot against the wood. 

Saadia walks over and takes their order. She was in a sour mood today – more so than usual – but she left swiftly without complaint.

He glances at his silent companion and decides he will need to be the one to break the silence between them. “You seemed quite happy upon coming in. Did something good happen?”

Her eyes darted up from the table and she took in his expression, he tried to portray his face as open and approachable. Something he was not known for but she was use to Farkas’ face so hopefully-

“Uh, yes. You can say that.” She thanks Saadia as the Redguard woman sets their food and drink on the table, taking a hefty sip of her mead. 

She continues, “I was able to make a decent healing potion. As my first, I expected little success but Arcadia was quite proud of its quality.”

He doesn’t know the intricacies of making potions but he knows how beneficial they are. “That is good news. Definitely worth a celebration.” 

“Well… I would not go so far as to celebrate such a small achievement. I merely wish to share my success with Farkas and Ria.” She stutters a little. “And… y-you, too, of course!” 

“And me too?” He chuckled. 

“Of course.” She fiddles with something under the table, but whatever it is she puts it away just as quickly as she takes it out.  “After all, Farkas is your brother and you have already helped me once.”

“My standing is only reflected by my association to Farkas and threatening a bard?” Vilkas would be lying if he said that didn’t sting his pride even just a little.

Cassia looks mortified by his interpretation of her words. “No!” She hushes herself with a hand over her mouth and a quick glance around but luckily no one is even paying them any mind back here. 

With a sigh, she looks back at him and finally takes in his mirth at her flustered state. “You are toying with me,” she said, feeling like a child.

“Only a little. I find that the image of everything my brother tells me of you and our previous meetings does not align.” He pauses to sip at his ale, when he speaks again it's with an air of seriousness he had not shown since she first arrived this evening. “You were far less uncomfortable speaking with me the night I tousled the bard. Did I do something to offend you?”

Cassia looks down to stare into her cup, hoping it can give her the right words to speak. The mead says nothing.

He sat in silence, waiting for her to speak. His food goes untouched while he waits but he flags Saadia down and she approaches with an ale jug and tops his cup off. When asked if she wants more mead, Cassia downs the rest from her cup and nods eagerly. This earns a wary look from Saadia but Vilkas ignores it and Cassia doesn’t even notice it, either way she leaves and returns in quick order to refill the cup. 

Cassia takes another long sip before looking at him with wary eyes. Emeralds meet molten silver. He feels his heart quicken, not quite matching the pace of hers, and he resists the urge to squirm under her gaze. 

“I have met many who have been kind enough to extend a warm welcome to me here. Though I have recently learned that not everyone views me -a stranger- with such welcome. I wish not to step on toes but it seems my very presence can be considered offensive to some.” 

Vilkas sets his cup down lest his tight grip shatters it. His lips tighten into a scowl, “Who?”

“I wish not to name names. I do not tell you this to cause a fight. I merely want-” She cuts herself. “I just want to continue my training, after that I will return to Windhelm.”

“Windhelm?” That was the last place he would have expected her to go, she would only face more bigotry in that Hold than any other.

“Did Farkas not tell you? Once I become a healer, I will offer my services to the Jarl of Windhelm.”

“Why in Oblivion would you do that? With the tension between the Jarl and the Empire, there may be very little chance he will accept you. He’d sooner have you thrown into the dungeons with the accusation that you are a spy.”

Cassia mustered a glare at him. “For what is left of my family.” Her eyes glisten with emotions. “I know- I know my chances are slim but I am short on options right now. I do not expect to endear myself to him nor to his Stormcloaks but if I must get on my knees and beg him to give me a chance then that is what I will do. If I can prove my worth then perhaps I will have suffered enough to reclaim my cousin’s home. I can give him back at least part of what was taken.”

He stared, bemused. He had no idea what to say to that, anything he could say would be lacking and likely only anger her further but he can’t leave this as the end of the conversation.

“No man deserves to have you kneeling and begging before him.” Damn, that is not how he wanted to say that.

Cassia’s brows unfurl in a look of utter surprise as her face brightens in a lovely red. “Oh.”

He gracelessly shoves a large bite of a cold potato into his mouth, hoping that gives himself time to think; to change the conversation to something that did not have him suddenly thinking of her kneeling before him with that face. What in oblivion-

She follows suit and begins nibbling at a carrot. They continue to eat until their bowls are cleared and their cups in need of another refill. 

Vilkas clears his throat, ready to try again. “I meant no disrespect. I am sorry for causing offense considering what you already mentioned early, I do not wish to add myself as another who has been unwelcoming towards you.”

Cassia gives an attempt at a smile but she just looks tired now. “I understand, and thank you for apologizing. I know my reasoning may not make sense to a lot of people but I do have reasons. I need to go back.”

“Can you tell me more?”

Her eyebrows curve up, surprised again. “More?”

“Yes, more.” Vilkas chuckles. “What made you want to become a healer? What made you decide that you will live in Windhelm? Tell me more about your family. Last time it was just us you mentioned your brother and grandmother, this time you mentioned a cousin.”

“Oh, well… That is a lot!” Her hands were fidgeting under the table again. “I suppose there is no harm in talking about them. So…” The conversation flowed with more ease throughout the rest of the evening, Vilkas learning that there is more going on that he could not see nor was she saying.

*

The fourth time he sat down for dinner with Cassia–the third time it was only them–as they agreed to meet often just to talk over a meal, he brought her a book. Nothing fancy or special, just something he thought she may enjoy reading to give her thoughts a break about anything too serious. 

The absolute look of joy on her face had his stomach doing flips and his heart racing throughout the rest of the night and for the days that followed. The mere thought of her would cause a wild feeling to explode within him, his wolf stirred with a hunger that would not be satiated. Other members of the Circle questioned him, thinking he may be suffering from an ailment but he said nothing and Farkas only laughed all while suggesting that he has been seeing a healer for his ailment. Naturally, it didn’t take the nosy bastards long to put the pieces together; his recent and frequent disappearances from the mead hall had not gone unnoticed, his improved moods, his eagerness to train harder than he already did, the scent that mingled with his own–of course it was tied to a woman. 

They were being incredibly annoying. But loathe as he was to admit it, they were not wrong. 

In such a short time, he had become infatuated with Cassia. At first it was mere curiosity about the woman his brother was going out of his way to spend time with without wanting to bed her. Then it was because the natural scent of her was interesting. By all accounts, smoke and blood should be less appealing as someone’s natural scent than the one coming from her. It was…interesting, for the lack of a better word. Then it was the very air about her that drew him in, much like how Farkas was unable to explain it, such was the case for him too. 

Except he was very much becoming interested in bedding her. His restless dreams were now only of her, some even in the form of the Wild Hunt, he hunted and chased her and when he finally caught her, devoured every part of her as she cried his name. More often than not, he awoke annoyed and very dirty.

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AN:

Just going to end this here.

I know it was dialogue heavy, sorry if that is not something you care for. I want to build on the relationship happening in the background between Vilkas and Lucretia, I was trying not to mix the POVs so hopefully I succeeded there, which is why Lucretia is only referred to as Cassia in this chapter since this is meant to be seen through the POV of Vilkas.

Please let me know what you think, I am open to constructive criticism! Especially as a first time writer on AO3 and this being my main story. I have no one to share these with besides those who may be reading.

Also let me know if I made any grammatical errors, I read through it a couple times and found some mistakes but would not be surprised if I missed more.

*https://en.uesp.net/wiki/Lore:Bestiary_C#Canah

Canah are an exotic bird species of Summerset Isle which are bred for their beauty. Shrines of Kynareth have been known to bless individuals with the ability to transform into one if an appropriate offering is given.

[misscherry-26]

Shower - Chris Evans

Summary: Chris returns home after filming a movie. Upon arrival, he expects to find his wife and dog greeting him, but the opposite happens... After searching for his wife, he finally finds her taking a shower and decides to surprise her, and what a surprise...

Warnings: Smut!

Pairing: Husb!Chris Evans x Wife!reader.

Chris enters his house expecting to find Dodger running happily towards him and you welcoming him with a passionate kiss. But instead, everything is silent. that catches his attention.

"I'm home!" He says as he places the keys in the hall cabinet and takes off his shoes and jacket. "Y/n Honey?"

Chris begins to tour the house looking for his wife. First the living room, then the kitchen, the patio, the office...

He finally decides to check in the bedroom.

As he walks up the stairs, he hears little footsteps. Dodger.

"Hey buddy," Chris pets him as his faithful friend wags his tail happily, "did you take care of my queen? Yeah? Where's she huh?" Dodger seems to understand and starts to head towards the bathroom. As he gets closer, he hears the noise of the shower.

Chris thanks Dodg with a friendly pat and stands in the doorway.

He gets an idea...

Y/n is completely unaware of everything that happens, she is concentrating on rinsing her hair. The water falls on her face, so she cannot see how her husband enters, making as little noise as possible, to the shower with her. Chris stands still for a few minutes as he sees the body of his wife.

He watches it as if it were the first time. God, how he loves her. Mesmerized, he doesn't have time to react or move a little when Y/ n stretches her arm to grab the soap that was on the shelf that Chris covered.

"Ah! Shit!" She quickly wipes her face and widens her eyes in fright, but she relaxes a bit at the sight of Chris. And she is surprised too.

"Chris?" She says somewhat confused.

"Hi! Ouch, what was that for?" He rubs his left breast, in which his wife hit him.

"You scared me! I- I thought someone had broken in, I don't know!" Y/n shuts off the water for a moment and wrings her hair out of it. "I thought you'd come tomorrow, that's what you told me on the phone-"

"Yes, but we finished before and I wanted to surprise you" He says as he takes her by the waist and pulls her towards him to give her a passionate kiss on the lips. "But what a surprise I got instead," He adds once they pull away to breathe as Chris's eyes travel all over Y/n's body.

"I missed you. Well, Dodger too haha" her wife replies as she turns to turn on the faucet again.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm done, I just need to give me some soap and I'll leave you the shower for-"

"What? No, no, don't go" he hugs her from behind "Let's stay. Both of us, in the shower."

"Sure? You're probably tired and want to-

"I want you to stay, here, with me" Chris begins to leave a thread of kisses that go from her shoulder to her neck.

Y/n she closes her eyes, enjoying it. She won't deny it. damn, she missed him too much.

"Chris..."

"Mhm?" he continues to kiss her. "Do you want me to stop?..." he kisses her neck. Then another one a little lower. "Just tell me..." So until he reaches her shoulder again "And I will..."

Chris continues as little by little one of his hands begins to caress further down...and further...and further until it reaches his favorite spot. Your pussy. And even though they're both under the shower, he can feel his woman starting to get wet with her own juices.

She, on the other hand, can feel Chris starting to get hard. And that turns her on more.

Chris notices this, and without wasting a second, turns her around, making her breast brush against his, feeling her firm nipples.

"Chris...please..."

"Please that?..."

"Please... don't stop"

That was enough for Chris to grab Y/n by the back of her neck to sink her lips into his.

Y/n's pov

I couldn't stop moaning, which made Chris kiss and touch me fiercely.

"Mmm Chris– mmm"

"I need to feel you" he breaks the kiss. In a quick move I find myself cornered between the bathroom wall and him.

Chris slightly lifts my leg and accommodates his member at my entrance, moving it a little, making me impatient.

He seems to realize that.

"Impatient?"

"God Chris- ohh!" My words remain in the air when I feel it inside of me.

"God baby, you're still just as tight as the first time, fuck"

"Oh god, yes." Chris begins to move slowly, slowly picking up the pace. I hug him as I start kissing him everywhere possible. Neck. chest, jawline Surprising him with the occasional bite.

"Eager aren't we?

But I can't answer because of the pleasure it gives me.

Chris picks up the pace, making everything inside me tremble with pleasure. Getting my body ready for orgasm.

"Chrissss, i think- i think i'm- oh god!- i think im gonna-

"Gonna cum baby? Don't worry "he replies as he moves inside me. "Daddy will let you cum"

He thrust inside me fiercely. My body can't take it anymore. I hold on tightly with pleasure as he thrust inside one last time and I finally release.

"Oh yeah...!" I cream all his cock.

Shaken by the recent orgasm, it takes me a few seconds to realize that Chris does not stop moving inside me, which turns me on a lot more than before.

Among the noise of moans, I manage to let out a question.

"Hmm Chris?" But he ignores it, and I understand why. I know him. And when he doesn't stop, it's because he wants me to...

"c'mon baby, give me just one more for me" he says while going in and out of my pussy. "C'mon"

"Ch-chris I- oh god" I moan.

He hits my sweet spot and I just can't fight the pleasure anymore. I need to release again.

I hold him on tightly to his shoulders. My head leaning against the shower wall, as my body arches further to continue receiving the pleasure. Chris's hands holding my waist. The shower water is falling on us.

"Gonna cum again Chris. gon- oh my! He thrusts inside me one last time and finally I exhale my last moan with exasperation. I feel how more of my liquid creams all his member.

"Mmm Y/n baby." He kisses me deeply while he removes his veiny and erect dick covered with my liquids. He strokes himself just enough to soak his hand in them by bringing them to his mouth and sucking them in.

"You taste so fucking good baby" he kisses me. I can feel traces on his lips, but I don't care.

"Let's finish shower, Shall we?" he says as he gives me one last kiss and turns to grab the soap and sponge...

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[nnightskiess]

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

₊° - 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧!𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

₊° - 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when anthony invites one of eloise's possible suitors over for dinner at the bridgerton house, y/n makes sure the boy will not want to come back.

☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

"But Mama-"

"The arrangements are done- he's coming over. We can't change the plans on such short notice. It would be rude if not raise questions. You cannot break a promise."

"I would rather get hit by a carriage than-"

"Eloise! Don't you finish that sentence." A stern look from her mother shut her up, but not before she let out a frustratingly loud groan as she let herself fall against the sofa next to her sister, Y/N.

"Hugh is a sweet man, just give him a chance."

Y/N closed her book with a loud clap at her mother's last attempt and watched her leave the room.

"Anthony hasn't learned one bit after last year with Daphne! I don't even know the boy and he has already invited him over to- wipe that smug smile off your face, Y/N! You'll be next."

Y/N straightened her back and wiped a crease out of her dress, "I'm just smiling to myself, is that such a crime?"

Eloise made a face and crossed her arms, "Well, what about?"

"The Durrell boy..." Y/N shrugged and looked away noncomittally. "It's not a bad thing to invite him over."

Eloise scrunched up her nose in disgust. "Thought you'd have my back?!"

"No- listen, let him come over... he'll not want to come back after he's done with dinner." Y/N raised her eyebrows and a small smirk appeared on her face as she watched Eloise put two and two together.

"Good luck with that," Eloise let out a breathy chuckle. She admired how her sister never seemed worried or bothered by the world and if she did, Y/N would find fun ways to lighten the mood. She didn't even seem too worried about the fact her debut was close and whenever Eloise brought it up, she'd just shrug it away.

"Mama will have our heads."

Y/N Bridgerton rolled her eyes and leaned in closer. The two sisters were alone in the tearoom, but she needed to be sure no one was lurking through the hallways,

"Remember when Colin's bed was filled with ants and he got scolded because Mama thought he had left some sweets in his room that had attracted them?"

Eloise nodded at the childhood memory and motioned Y/N to go on.

"Do you really think they crawled into the bed by themselves?"

Eloise gasped playfully, "Oh, how unladylike of you, Miss Y/N." She teased.

"He broke my violin when he was mad at me, it was his own fault."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side."

Y/N stood up and held out her hands for her sister to take, "You will never, you're one of my favourites. Now come on and let me help you, we have some planning to do."

☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

Violet Bridgerton hastily adjusted Eloise's dress before taking a quick glance at her children standing in line-- they all looked neatly dressed and had gentle smiles on their faces, just perfect. She smiled nervously and watched as Anthony welcomed the Durrell boy inside.

However, she got more nervous when Eloise curtsied and smiled as bright as she could. It didn't take a fool to know the girl was up to something, and every Bridgerton sibling tried to hide their laughter when Eloise spoke next-

"Oh, how wonderful to see you, Mr Durrell. I hope your carriage ride hasn't been too unpleasing?"

Y/N quirked a brow and let out a snort, only to be nudged in the waist by her mother. Even Hugh Durrell himself seemed taken back, for the previous times the two of them had talked, Eloise had always seemed uninterested or rude.

"No, not at all, my lady." He smiled bashfully and handed his hat and coat to the family's butler.

"I have looked forward to this night ever since my dear brother told me the news." She glared slightly at Anthony before the smile on her face reappeared, "Shall we get seated? Yes, we shall- follow me." She linked her arm with Hugh's and tried to walk to the dining room as elegantly as possible.

Violet held her forehead in frustration and worry before following her children through the hallway, trying to mentally get ready for whatever Eloise had in store for them. When Y/N sat down on the other side of Eloise, with a mischievous grin that matched her sister's, Violet knew enough.

"Y/N, darling, why don't you come sit next to me tonight?" Their mother tried to appease her with a warm smile, wanting to sabotage whatever plan the two girls had in mind, but her daughter's quick wit helped her out of the situation, "No, Mama, I promised Eloise I'd sit next to her- and we mustn't break promises, right?"

Violin forced a smile, her daughter had used her own words against her, "You're right, dear."

Y/N leaned sideways to whisper in Benedict's ear as the first course was put in front of them, "You took care of it?"

"Oh, I did." He smiled to himself as he started with his soup.

A while later, everyone would find out what surprise had been waiting for Hugh Durrell, as the second course was brought into the dining room. The plates were filled with bedding of lettuce as decoration while a piece of roasted fowl was resting on top of it with some vegetables to tuck it in. But Hugh had been too focused on his own plate to notice his was different than the rest. On top of his lettuce, laid a brown frog, one he wasn't so sure was really dead.

Mr Durrell hesitantly grabbed his utensils and tried to look for a good part to start with. Were they seriously eating frogs for dinner?! He grimaced but then remembered he was a guest and quickly looked up to send Anthony and Violet a smile. He noticed Eloise had rested her head against her palm, she was sitting sideways and waiting for him to take a bite with the most wicked grin on her face ever. She was beyond amused.

All of a sudden, the animal hopped off his plate and onto Violet's, which caused the latter to let out a scream. She had almost, almost, forgotten that she had to be on her toes.

Both Y/N and Eloise let out a loud laugh before remembering they had to keep up the act, even if it was only for Hugh's sake, since the rest of the table already knew who to blame.

Hugh was given another plate after a lot of apologies from Violet and the kitchen staff. How it had landed on the plate, no one knew. Perhaps they should've noticed Benedict leave the room for a split second before the second course was brought in.

Dessert wasn't any better, as Eloise purposely tried to eat her chocolate pudding as inelegantly as possible. Her whole face was coated in the pudding, and when she smiled a toothy smile as Hugh looked up, he had to clench his spoon to not make a face of disgust and disapproval. He all but ran out of the house by the end of the night and both Eloise and Violet knew that his thank you's had just been out of good manners. He would definitely not want to see Eloise again.

"Well, that was a delightful night, wasn't it?" Y/N grinned and turned to Anthony, sending a glare his way the moment he looked back. Anthony would have to think twice if he wanted to pull something like this during her debut next season.

"Up to your rooms, now!" Violet pointed a finger at her daughters, who gave each other a sneaky handshake behind their backs before running up the stairs.

"How was your frog, Mr Durrell?" They heard Eloise ask her sister from the floor above, in a ridiculous accent.

Y/N replied in a voice just as ridiculous, "Why I don't know, my lady, I was too busy thinking of your pretty pudding smile."

Their laughter echoed through the house before both their doors closed, and Violet couldn't help but crack a smile. Her girls were a handful, especially when it came to being in the society of the ton, but she loved them dearly. The day their laughter and silly pranks would leave the house, would be a sad day.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Awakened

Alpha!Osamu x reader x Alpha!Atsumu

Author’s note : Fantasy AU based on two pieces of fan art of the twins as fox yōkai, but I hope it’s to your liking! ; their names are never directly said to reader-chan, so their names are what they call each other.

Warnings: bullying (brief, not from the twins), naive and innocent reader, knotting, double penetration, backshot, face fucking/blowjob, dubcon/noncon, blood, biting and licking, cunnilingus, creampie

There’s a legend that runs deep in the roots of your village, one that’s told to many and encourages children to stay away from the forest. It was proven effective — no child dared to enter the forest, holding onto that fear into their adult years. The legend revolves around two mischievous fox spirits that would always be in competition. They always had someone who would win, but then a terribly evil spirit came upon the clearing they played in, forcing the two spirits to push differences aside and fight off the evil spirit that entered the territory. It was a combined effort, the two spirits realizing they worked better when they worked together. It taught children that sometimes it was better to ask for help; however, it also taught children that they couldn’t go into the forest. The spirits resides in the forest, protecting the village from evil spirits as a combined task and if anyone dared trespass in their forest, then destruction would come to the village.

It was a legend some teenagers dared to challenge, entering the forest and coming out, saying “nothing bad happened to them!” but then their luck would turn sour sometimes. It always put things in perspective, seeing them suddenly fall into a mud puddle after entering the forest, or having their pants suddenly fall. It made people laugh, but it really made you feel like the forest was alive and watching. You never dared to go near the forest. At least, not until your pride was at stake.

“Go get a stupid stick, [Y/N]!” Jocelyn sneered, her eyes narrowed. Her arms were crossed and she was tired to repeating herself. You were dared to go into the forest, get a stick to bring back for proof, and you would no longer be a coward. It was simple in words, but not so simple in action. You feared the bad things that happened after people entered the forest, but you were considered a coward for those beliefs. “You’re just a big, dumb baby!”

“No I’m not!” You shouted back, puffing your cheeks. You let out a heavy breath and turned to the brown and green image of the forest. They wouldn’t be able to see you enter the forest, but they just needed a stick as proof. Sucking up the courage to go, your legs moved towards the foliage. You could hear the other girls’ jeers as your pace slowed, the forest closer than you had ever dared to let it. The forest itself looked peaceful, but the legend of the spirits scared you, halting your footsteps. Instead of going in, you were going to pick up a stick on the outskirts, but there was no stick. Nothing but grass lay before you, the shadows of the trees outlining what was the forest and what was not. There was a stick you could see, the light seeping through the leaves illuminating it as if you were on a quest to get — well, you kind of were.

Sucking up any inhibitions you had, you entered the forest. Picking up the stick, you noticed a lack of any other stick lying in the fallen leaves. Clutching the stick to your chest, you turn to go when you find a small piece of cloth, hidden in the leaves. You pick it up, looking at the designs and feeling how soft and silky it was. It was a robe that your ancestors adorned, but the fabric told you it was either brand new or kept in pristine condition. With it in your hands, you found yourself turning to flee once again. The howling of the wind sent your legs running out of the forest and up the hill, as fast as you could. If you had listened closer, you would have heard the howl of a beast as you fled.

Deeper into the forest, a pair of eyes watched as you obtained the stick and plucked the ceremonial robe from the earth he presented to you. When you chose it and fled, he smiled. His eyes turned from your retreating figure and moved to leap from the tree he perched himself on. As his body was that of a grey fox, he was much better at hiding than if he was in his more human form. Transitioning between into his human form, he smiles once more, a finger on his chin.

“What to offer her next, I wonder?” He ponders aloud, with only the wind around to hear him and carry his voice.

Your lungs are burning as you arrive back at the little picnic you were attending, the girls giggling as you finally come back. “Did ya see a ghost or somethin’?” Akira asks. You’re heaving as you present the stick, perfectly in tact and big enough to feed a fire. Everyone’s cheers are perceived as mocking to you, as you move on. The picnic is no longer something you want to attend, instead preferring to take a bath and sleep. With your worries placed on the forest and the spirits within, you find yourself wondering if you’ll be able to sleep or shall an entity come and judge you for trespassing.

The next day, you find your gaze drawn to the forest, as if it calls you down. Ignoring the calls are hard, you legs involuntarily moving as you think. On the edge of the forest, you see inside to find a small temari ball. It looks as if a young child once played with it, as you get closer to the object. Looking around the forest, you expect to see a child lost or crying, but you find nothing. With the lack of an owner, you decide to leave the ball. Turning to leave, you reprimand yourself for entering the forest again.

The sound of leaves rustling has you swiveling around, almost falling over when you realize the temari is following you. Moving back, it continues to follow you. A quick glance around proves that no one else is around, so you pick up the temari. As you did yesterday, you flew out of the forest and hope you didn’t take a malevolent being’s toy.

Another pair of eyes watch as you flee, his temari offering close to your chest. A wickedly mischievous grin spreads upon his lips, his form emerging from the shadows where he was hidden. With sharp canines peeking from his smile, warm brown eyes look to the path you had just taken. “I’m glad she likes her present. I can’t wait for what tomorrow will bring,” he chuckles, moving further into the forest. With each step he takes, a thick fog permeates the forest floor, providing a barrier past the stream.

You don’t know what it is. The growing urge to enter the forest gets stronger as the day continues on, the urge barely quenched upon nightfall. Even in your bed chambers, you find yourself looking through your open window, into the forest. Mist seeps from the greenery, an ominous feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. A howl from the forest startles you, eyes finding the gaze reflecting back at you. As you hold the gaze, feeling yourself rooted in place, another set of eyes joins. You shut the window, deciding to never go back to the forest.

When morning comes, the feeling of needing to go to the forest is even stronger. Feeling ill from the image of last night, you decide to stay home for the day. When a knock comes to your door, you assume it to be the milk delivery. Upon opening the door, your eyes widen at the two boys on your doorstep.

“Can you go get my ball?” The first one says, a bright smile on his face. The one currently sniffling nods in agreement. They look like twins, not that you’d recognize them.

“I didn’t mean to kick it so hard, please don’t tell my dad!” He cries out, holding onto his brother. You smile warmly at him, getting to eye level. Running your hand through his hair, his sniffles lessen.

“I won’t tell anyone, you’re fine. I’ll be right back,” you smile at him, wiping his tears. You shut the door, telling them to stay put as you go searching for the ball. As you look around, you become confused. Where is the ball? Moving further along your backyard, you hear a hushed whisper from the forest, wide eyes turning to sound. With an apology already on your lips, you turn to enter your house when you find yourself unable to move. As if an invisible barrier prevents you from progressing towards your house — which seems proven true as you inch towards the forest and suddenly cannot go back to where you were. With the unsettling pit in your stomach, you enter the forest once more.

Entering, you find the mist from before still evident, yet it parts for you. Curiosity sets in as you are further urged into the forest, stopping as you hear water trickling. A stream lays in front of you, waters more calm than your heart beat. You inhale, deciding to risk it as you wade through the stream. The water seeps into your shoes, the bottom of your dress becoming saturated. Progressing further into the mist, now a heavy fog, you find a large temple inside. It’s stable and perfectly standing, as if it isn’t centuries old. The two erected statues tell you the temple belongs to the spirits of the legend, finding a chill run through your blood as you realize your situation. Before you step foot onto the stairs, you turn to leave but are halted.

“Where do you think yer goin’?” A rough voice speaks. You whip around to see a tall, but handsome man. The hair is a dark grey color, eyes to match. What stuns you is the pair of grey fox ears, a tail that matches in color swishing behind him. His clothes remind you of the robe you found amongst the leaves.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, really!” You begin to plea, pulling on your wrist. “I-I didn’t mean to- to trespass!”

“What’d’ya mean? This is your home, y’know?” He seems genuinely confused, another stun to your body as his words settle. Home? This temple? Before you can refute him, another voice joins in.

“Ah, ‘Samu, I told ya humans are different. They don’t know the offering ritual, but I made sure to get our offerings. Our silly little human forgot about them,” he chuckles, looking at you. With the robe you found on one arm, the temari in his hand. “This was my offering, you know,” he gestures to the ball. “A precious item to me, it is. I’m glad you took care of it and cleaned it up. What a perfect little wife you’ll make,” his grin makes his words more sinister than they originally were. Fear spikes through your veins, your limbs suddenly shaking as you feel your legs give out. The one dubbed ‘Samu catches you, holding you bridal style as you find yourself hesitant to hold onto his robes.

“‘Tsumu, y’know I’m not watching humans like you do. That’s weird,” he cringes, nose scrunching up in disgust. ‘Tsumu seemed to get ticked off at that, growling. Only then did you notice how animal-like the both of them were, sporting fox ears and a tail to match. While ‘Samu had dark grey, ‘Tsumu spotted a saturated yellow hair color and slightly lighter ears and tail. So caught up in the view, you didn’t notice that the brothers has started walking, heading towards the temple.

“W-Wait, I can’t go with you! I’m— I’m not who you’re looking for!” Sputtering out the first things to pop into your mind, the two don’t stop.

“Of course yer who we’re looking for! You’re meant for us, meant to know your place with us. After all, why else would enter our domain, smelling so delicious as you do?”

“Smell— what?”

“‘Tsumu, stop bein’ cryptic. He’s saying you entered the forest during your heat cycle,”

“Well, ovulation in humans. Apparently, they’re not like us special spirits,”

“You’re ready for us, we can smell it. You’ll be the perfect mate for us to breed,” although ‘Samu seemed uninterested, you could feel how his chest seemed to heave as he inhaled deeply. The growling accompanying his final word sent slick between your folds as you held onto him close, afraid of falling.

Arriving at the top of the temple, you saw a cot that has been lain out, the soft cushioning big enough for the three of you. The sight of it had your brain going into overdrive, panicking as you attempted to leave ‘Samu’s arms. He complied, but his hands stayed firmly on your hips. “Time to get dressed,”

Before you could ask for an explanation, your clothes were practically torn off of you. Blood spilled onto your ripped dress, your side burning from where the claws caught you. The shreds fell to the temple floor, your hands flying to cover the exposed skin. While one hand covered the area between your legs, your arm held your breasts close to your chest. ‘Samu clicked his tongue, easily removing your hands from your body while ‘Tsumu slid on the robe, his claws lightly grazing your skin. He didn’t hide the fact he was admiring the view, either, his dark eyes gazing over each inch of skin you presented to him. Once the robe was on, you were released from ‘Samu’s hold, left to cover yourself up with the fabric. You’d deny it aloud, but the robe fit you perfectly.

“You’re gorgeous,” ‘Tsumu growled, shedding his own robe. Your hands came in front of you, hoping to somehow deter him when ‘Samu brought you backwards, to the cot presented. ‘Tsumu wasn’t far behind, dropping to his knees while you lay against the cot. It was softer than expected, more plush than it looks. ‘Samu had stripped of his own clothes, his robe hanging loosely on him by the ribbon around his waist. ‘Tsumu was different, his robe open and letting you see every inch of skin, but his arms still through the sleeves as if he was cold.

“I don’t—“ you began, your words interrupted by ‘Samu’s lips on yours, his tongue brushing against your closed lips as he deepened the kiss. ‘Tsumu’s touches had begun to litter your thighs, spreading your legs as he inhaled deeply. A finger touching your entrance had you jumping, only to be held firmly down by ‘Samu’s hands.

“You’re so wet, it’s hard to hold back,” ‘Tsumu growls out, his tongue lapping at your folds. You squirm and make a noise of displeasure, but ‘Samu is there to keep your focus on his lips and kisses. The more he kisses you, the hotter your body gets and the more you feel your resistance melt away. ‘Tsumu has his face between your thighs, licking and sucking on your clit, claws digging into the skin. It has you clenching around nothing, the hot pleasure from his tongue and burning sensation on your thighs. It isn’t until he removes himself from between your legs do you feel relaxed and at ease, as if your body is jelly. Your resistance is no more, a small whine coming from you when ‘Samu and ‘Tsumu remove themselves to admire their handiwork.

It’s a sudden change, the relaxing touches and breathless kisses are gone, replaced by the feverish touches of both men as they paw and scratch at your skin, ‘Samu’s teeth sinking into hot skin and lapping at the blood while ‘Tsumu presses less destructive kisses to your neck. With the air much too hot for your liking, a breathless moan leaves your lips when ‘Tsumu pulls your head back by your hair, spitting into your mouth and then kissing you. With his tongue tracing your teeth and his growls being swallowed up by your mouth, you’re oblivious to ‘Samu. With his cock in one hand, he kneads your thigh with his other hand as he rubs along your folds.

“‘Tsumu, move off,” ‘Samu growls, pushing the fox spirit off of you, his large frame colliding with the wooden planks of the temple. You find yourself on your hands and knees, ass in the air while the robe is promptly stripped off of you, lain underneath you. ‘Samu licks his lips, lining himself up with you entrance while ‘Tsumu gets his balance back. The first press in has you screaming, but it isn’t just because he’s big. His thickness is something you never expected, but with his calloused hands on your hips, bringing you back into his hips with no regards to adjusting you. A guttural groan comes from ‘Samu, head thrown back as he basks in the pleasure of being buried in your cunt. ‘Tsumu is now back to you, his hard cock in front of your face.

With another rough thrust, one that has you practically bouncing off ‘Samu’s cock, ‘Tsumu has you wrapping your lips around his. You can’t take it all in, that’d be impossible. With a pair of hands on your hips, you’re brought to ‘Samu while the pair of hands tangled in your hair pulls you towards ‘Tsumu. Lips pressed firmly against ‘Tsumu’s cock as your tongue runs under the length, running over the bulging veins and ridges you find. Your eyes are screwed shut, unable to stay open while ‘Samu splits you on his cock, somehow forcing himself deeper and deeper inside of you. It isn’t until you’re finally bouncing flush against him do you feel something strange on his cock. It’s only then do you open your eyes, looking at ‘Tsumu’s cock that has a large bulb at the base of it, growing in size the more you suck on him. Hollowing out you cheeks has ‘Tsumu groaning, claws digging into your scalp as he forces himself down your throat. He doesn’t force the bulb in your throat, thankfully, but he does coat your throat in his cum.

“Your mouth is fucking hot, little human. It’s like you were made to take us,” he breathes out, panting. You’re coughing, feeling Samu’s thrusts speed up as he brings you close to him, but he pulls out at the last moment to spill all over your back.

“With our scent on you, you’ll be stuck by our side until you pass,” ‘Samu is in a similar situation, chest heaving as you’re flipped over. You’re then placed on ‘Tsumu’s lap, his cock rubbing between your folds as he grinds into you. “But we’ll take you together first,”

“So no hard feelings, right ‘Samu?”

“Right, ‘Tsumu,” the agree, Tsumu’s cock rubbing into you and then prodding at your drooling cunt. He slips the tip in, the feeling similar to ‘Samu’s thick cock. Speaking of ‘Samu, he’s quick to stick his own tip back in, stretching you out farther then you expected. A silent scream comes from you as tears spill down your cheeks, both of them thrusting into you as your cunt burns.

Split open on their cocks, you’re helpless. Nails digging into ‘Samu’s shoulders as his hands once more find themselves on your hips. ‘Tsumu’s hands are keeping your legs spread, the view of you sucking in both their cocks on display as they thrusts in tandem. When one pulls out, the other thrusts in and vice versa. The rhythm they set is one that works, their lips finding opposite sides on your neck to kiss and lick, teeth grazing the skin. You feel a buildup of your own orgasm as they plow into you, your walls squeezing them as they pick up the pace. Their rhythm gets sloppy, short growls from each as their bulbs start to grow again.

When ‘Tsumu sinks his teeth into you, your scream is one of pleasure as you reach your high, coating both of their cocks a milky white cream, the liquid falling to their base and dripping down. ‘Samu sinks his teeth into your skin on the opposite side as they both push into your tight cunt, a scream and shiver running through you as the do, their bulbs inflating inside to stretch you even more.

You’re completely stuck, their cocks inside you as they lap at your wounds. It’s only when you squirm do they start talking. “You’ll get used to it,”

“After all we have a week,”

“You’ll be able to take our knots with no problem,”

“All your holes will be used to taking us,”

Their words don’t ease you concern, but the fact that once they leave your warm cunt, they’re still hard and readying you for round two. The heat encompassing your body refuses to leave, their skin as sweaty and hot as yours. With their relentless stamina and obsession with pumping all their seed into you, you’re positive you’ll get pregnant.