#hes the sad prince that gets less sad pretty quick

[pastelmusings]

Newest OC so I can start building up my repertoire. So have some really messy headcanons (or just canons—?) about both him and his species, as usual pls interact or ask questions or anything ^^

Meet Ellis! He's a young dove hybrid prince (design loosely based off a wild pied ringneck dove, and I will draw a character sheet for him later cause he's a cutie), part of a sub species of Columbidavien hybrids known as Topeliaviens

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• For appearance he's really pale (not allowed outside), with round brown eyes, big white and light brown wings, and the same colored hair, and he's like 5'3

• His species generally stays pretty small (average male height 5'4 or so, female being closer to 5'8) and has a general lifespan of 65

• He's a complete utterly sheltered mess

• Spent most of his life kept separate from pretty much everybody, so he latches onto people quick, and is real easy to get taken advantage of...

• Doesn't actually have any political power, since he's like the third son and it's basically a matriarchal species anyway

• Lots of bird tendencies

• Nesting, preening, courting, cooing and chirping, poofing up when trying to look big and intimidating (despite really just looking like a little ball of particularly loud angry fluff)

• His species mates for life and become really depressed when separated, which does shorten their lifespan

• Excessive stress also shortens their lifespan

• They're just a really fragile species—

• Though with the dimorphism in the species the women are bigger and general stronger and less likely to just die at the first inconvenience

• The males also need less sleep, and have a natural inclination to scatter sleep for a hour or so at a time so they can be hyper alert

• They can mate with non-avien humans, but it's not recommend cause humans don't exactly mate for life, and breaking up isn't something they can really do—

• Horrible with direction, they absolutely don't have any homing ability like their pigeon counterparts and will become hopelessly lost real fast

• He, in particular, is kinda constantly sad and clingy, like a soggy piece of paper in living form

• Also an obsessive mess and prone to never letting his darling out of his sight

• Displays his discontent very loudly (the bird boy is going to constantly screech for an hour, making it everyones problem)

• Surprisingly very impulsive, in the sense that it's his natural instinct to fight tooth and nail to protect his love from any perceived threat

• Once spent twenty minutes fluffed up and chirping aggressively at a tree branch that kept tapping the window, and he wouldn't let you move from under him to show it was nothing

• He folds so easily

• People pleaser to the max and will cry if you're so much as slightly unhappy at him, I'm talking big watery eyes as he trembles like a leaf

• Actively hates being touch by literally everybody except his mate, and will cling to you like a second skin

• He gets kinda stupid when his instincts cloud his actions, like he'll try to bite at any hands that get too close to you and will probably accidentally smack you in the face with a wing a few different times, bit always fusses over you after

• He's obsessed with pretty shiny things and constantly gifts you both complete worthless little trinkets and priceless jewelry, expecting you to have the exact same reaction for both

• He will cherish every little thing you get him of course, even if it's just a little scrap of shiny wrapping paper (the kinda guy who'd be over the moon over getting a 'shiny box', like no babe, the gift is in the box—)

• Needs you to smell like him, he will whine and cry if you don't let him rub his head against your neck until you don't smell like anything else to his keen senses

• He'll usually 'nest' by just making a pile of all the soft things in the general vicinity and calling it a day, which happens more often if he is super anxious about you being gone

• If you don't sleep in it he'll cry

• Adhd as hell, he has the attention span of a leaf and the memory of a goldfish, also can never get anything done ever

• This is getting long so I'll wrap up by saying wings are sensitive and petting them will turn him into a poor cooing mess

• (Also despite how pretty they are, he can't actually fly because they're clipped ;-;)

[hewantshisbrideback]

Modern AU Jonrya + Divorced!RhaeLya Snippet

Test-running this the same way I did NHAT's first chapter! Keep in mind, this is not specifically RhaeLya or anti-RhaeLya. That said, Rhaegar, by virtue of being raised as more of a 'boy prince' than actual prince, has a characterization you may not agree with! But I don't care, it's my fic lol. Not a lot happens in this first snippet, it's more to establish the home-life Jon is coming from, the dynamic between Rhaegar and Lyanna, and because I find writing from this perspective funny. There is not a lot of Jonrya and only the set up for conflict. Enjoy! Please, tell me what you think.

It’s an age-old story. A real crowd favorite. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy sings a sad song. Girl cries. Boy gives her roses. Girl looks pretty with flowers in her hair. A classic love story, one for the books.

Things may have progressed a little quickly after. But, still, nothing truly out of the ordinary. Girl got pregnant. Boy proposed. Well… Boy had to get a divorce first. But it was a quick divorce.

Sure, maybe after the shotgun wedding, Boy and Girl had to hide out in the desert for a while, disappeared from the public without telling anyone where they went, resulting in a media-fuelled frenzy, a nation-wide search party involving everyone from paparazzi to armed police to private investigators…

Maybe her family had publicly accused him of kidnapping before the dust had settled. Acquitted of all charges, both in the legal court and that of public opinion.

Still, when Rhaegar looks back at how he and Lyanna first met, first fell in love, it really did feel that simple, that… uncomplicated, at the time. The politics, their respective family drama, the music scene and the industry bullshit, the age gap that was only a little less scandalous at the time…

He hadn’t cared about that. Neither had magazines, or newspapers. If anything, they’d eaten it all up. It only made them more sympathetic. For the most part. According to all the important publications, anyway.

Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen had been... the love story to end all love stories. Had been, as in, weren’t anymore, because, as anyone could tell you, they hadn’t been married for, say, like… a decade now? Somewhere between a decade, and thirteen years, four months, and twenty-one days.

And yet, it still smarts to think about it. Better not to, if he can help it.

Unfortunately, there’s nothing in the great, empty expanse of fucking woods he’s staring down to distract him. Why does Lyanna live out here again? Shouldn’t someone running a non-profit live somewhere with actual people around, in need of help?

Frankly, he never understood why they divorced in the first place. But I respected her wishes. Because I loved her.

Obviously. He wouldn’t be leaning against his car, waiting for his son to finally emerge from his aloof (second) ex-wife’s cabin in the woods if that wasn’t the case, all so he could spend a weekend enjoying the kid’s brooding company, pointedly not asking questions about how his mother was and what she was doing in her spare time when she wasn’t too busy saving the world and ignoring his calls.

Rhaegar taps his foot. Crosses his arms. Checks his hair in the passenger window. Uncrosses his arms. Checks his phone, again. Nothing. He texted Jon about his arrival three minutes ago.

Maybe, sometimes their conversation verged into discussion-of-Mom territory. But there was only so much for him and Jon to talk about. The kid was almost sixteen, permanently unimpressed with him, and he made no secret of the resentment he felt for him.

Rhaegar wanted to connect, he did, but he also had to acknowledge certain limitations to his position. The one thing they both shared was Lyanna. It made sense to fall back to common ground in lieu of any other options.

And he’s curious. Sue him. The woman is a bank vault when it comes to her personal life. Always was. Just ask the press. They'd tell you.

Rhaegar checks his phone. Four minutes. He thinks he can get away with ringing the doorbell. There’s literally ice on the ground. Even his openly embittered son doesn’t actually want him to freeze to death.

Well, he assumes. But the void of interest in Jon’s gaze as he opens the door and claps eyes on him might make him reconsider.

“Hey, champ.” Rhaegar forces out, and pretends like he isn’t internally grimacing at his own words. “Uh, I texted, but…”

Jon nods, already turning around, walking away and leaving the screen door to drift shut on his father. “I know.”

Rhaegar wedges a foot in before the heavy screen can shut him out completely, then shifts awkwardly in the doorway, propping it open. “You ready to head out?”

“Almost.”

He takes that as an invitation to step inside. Jon’s disappeared into a door beyond the stairs - the den, or the dining room? It’s been a while since Rhaegar got to really see the place. He’s never gotten an actual tour, technically, has maybe been in the kitchen twice, ever, let alone the rest of the place. Technically, it's a converted ranger station from back when the family held private ownership over the woods. For all he knows, it's an armory back there.

He glances around surreptitiously for a second, wondering if he has enough time to poke his head around - innocently, of course - only for Lyanna to skid into view before he can even move past the wet room. His pulse quickens, but before he can pull out a greeting as equally as cringeworthy as the first, she interrupts.

“Oh, good. You’re here. I’m heading out then.” She pushes an earring in with lethal precision and force, not even sparing a glance at the conveniently-placed hall mirror, calling back into the house, “Jon? I’m heading out! Did you hear me?”

Rhaegar almost has a heart attack when Jon pops his head in from the nearest room - he could’ve sworn the only way to the back was through the main hall, last time he was here - with a furrowed brow and a playful scowl on display. “Yeah, I’m right here. You don’t need to yell.”

Lyanna is doing her eyeliner, but she pauses to raise her own brows at him in warning. “Sometimes I think you could do with me yelling at you more, actually.”

He rolls his eyes. “Is that even possible?”

She smacks her hairbrush in his general direction in response, a fruitless gesture so familiar to Rhaegar it hurts. “Would you get out of here? With your… teenage… attitude? Ugh.” She fixes her lipstick then shoves her tools in her purse.

“Brutal, mom. Do you have my charger?”

“Our charger,” she insists. “It’s in the den. Go watch some dumb, scary movie, would you? Have a good time with your dad. And get out of my hair!”

Jon gives her a brisk salute as she hurries past.

“We will! Uh, have a good time,” Rhaegar assures her, but his eyes get caught on her cocktail dress, as she scoots past him, adjusts the skirt, and grabs her coat. “Where are you off to? Didn’t think you were even allowed to leave the woods.”

She gives him a slightly withering glance, then shrugs, smiles. “I have a thing.” By now Jon has joined them in the wet room, and she turns to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Lock up when you leave. I’ll see you two later.”

“Gross.” Jon waves from the door as she sidesteps the ice in her heels on her way to her truck. “Bye, mom. Be safe!”

“No worrying, kiddo! Have fun.”

“I know. But still.”

“Thanks, honey,” she clambers into the truck, blows a big, fat kiss from the window, intentionally over-the-top. “Mwah.”

Rhaegar follows her out, takes advantage of her patting around the front seat to plug her phone in. “Seriously, we never talk anymore. What’s the big occasion?”

She gives him a look he decides is indecipherable, then sighs. “Just meeting up with old friends of the family.” She finds the right chord to plug in her phone, then shoos him away from the window. “Okay. Really, this time - I’ll see you guys later.”

By the time she’s pulled out, and he’s shaken himself from his suspicious stupor, Jon is joining him out in the driveway. He shakes his head, then turns and gives him a fond, knowing look. “Where is she actually going?”

Jon, shrugging and hiking his backpack up his shoulder, returns the knowing look, if... decidedly less fond. “Some kind of double date.”

“What?” Rhaegar scoffs. “With who?”

“Uncle Ned and Aunt Catelyn.”

Interesting, but irrelevant. “No, who is she going with?”

“I don’t know. One of the Baratheons.” Jon is walking toward the car at this point.

“Shit!” Rhaegar jolts to follow, stops and curses as he almost slips on the ice, resumes his path with more caution. “Shit. Which one?”

“I don’t remember,” Jon says, popping open the trunk. He throws his luggage in the back.

Rhaegar rubs the back of his neck, exhaling a little in relief at just making it to the car without face-planting. “It can’t be Robert, is it? That’s insane.”

Jon pauses getting into the passenger seat to slip his backpack off his shoulder and spare his father a faintly exasperated look. “Dad…”

“Look, I - I know your uncle and him are friends, I’m sure he’s… fine, but… your mom hates him,” he rushes to clarify. Jon rolls his eyes and gets in the car, and Rhaegar scrambles to follow suit. “She always has.”

“I mean, it’s really none of your business.”

“Right, but… Right. I’m not saying she can’t. I’m just saying it would be stupid, and I hope your uncle hasn’t convinced her to give him another chance, when -”

“Are we going?” Jon interrupts, then sinks into his seat with a strange expression. “Arya and I have been waiting to see this for ages.”

“Uh…” Rhaegar blinks. Thinks. Starts to dig out his keys. “Yeah, we can go…” He starts the engine, but doesn’t take it out of park. “Just, let the engine warm up… How is Arya doing, lately, by the way? She wants to see this film?”

“Yeah,” Jon answers, slouching in his seat. “Has wanted to, for a while, now.”

“How’s she doing? You get to see her much, now she’s getting older?”

Jon turns to pretend to look at something out the window. Rhaegar knows he’s pretending. He was staring at the same goddamn woods waiting for a text for four minutes, so. “Not as much.”

Rhaegar takes this as an opportunity to change the address on his phone. “Is she busy tonight?”

“No.” No uncertainty. Not even a pause.

“You want to invite her along?”

“Seriously?” 

“Why not?” Rhaegar starts backing out of the driveway. “She’s allowed to watch scary movies, right?”

“Yeah, we watch them all the time.” Good. It was a fifty-fifty bet, considering what Catelyn and Ned are respectively like as parents.

“Why don’t you text her? We’re early anyway. We can start heading down that way, and if she says no, we’ll just… You know. Course-correct.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll text her.”

“Good. Great. We’ll just… head for your uncle Ned’s.”

And if they happened to run into Lyanna when they got there, well... that's a non-issue.

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Thanks so much for reading! Hope it piqued your interest, even though there wasn't a ton of Jonrya right away. It's partly written but not enough to share for feedback. I'm curious to get feedback on the Rhaegar and Lyanna dynamic - I know the characters have huge fans and huge antis and frankly I'm half curious and half worried as to how either party will be reacting to the situation, lol! Anyway, thanks again.

[gamesception]

let’s read rgu, chapter 23

Bluh, frustrations with tumblr.  I think the bug triggers when I hit “ctrl-z” to undo after changing the format of a text selection, deleting the entire post body while also clearing the undo chain?  Hideous.  Anyway, where were we.  Right, Utena knows Akio is the villain, and he admitted as much, but she thinks he’s her prince and is too in love with him to go against him.  Or she thinks Dios is her prince, and Akio is the only way to reach him?  A bit unclear.  And kind of disappointing compared to the motivations walking into the final battle in the anime, but fitting with manga Utena being all about her prince.

Touga’s not mad, he’s just disappointed.  So disappointed that he leaves.  I guess his oath doesn’t add up to much.

But you can never be my Prince. Because you’re a girl.

Parallels.

No, Anthy, we wouldn’t understand.  Because, at least to this point, the manga hasn’t explained what your & Akio’s deal is at all.  We pretty much understood what anime Akio and Anthy were about before the final duel - Akio’s existance as the fallen prince, Dios as the the now unobtainable ideal of his former self, Anthy as the Rose Bride and what that actually meant.  We haven’t gotten any of that in the manga yet - it’s not even clear what the relationship between manga Akio and manga Dios is yet, if indeed there is any.

Look, see, is she in love with Akio, or Dios?  She clearly doesn’t see them as the same person.

So anyway, Akio, Anthy, and Utena head to the dueling arena to have their wedding ritual, and Utena draws the sword, and then this happens.

which is sad and sweet, but but then immediately progresses into some random Akio castle magic nonsense that I’m even less invested in now than I was the first time I read it.

So Utena passes out and floats in the air while Akio takes the sword, and Anthy says some stuff, and there’s a big flash, and the student council all rush to the dueling arena, and...

Oop, there Akio in the prince garb, while Utena has become the Rose Bride.  Whoops!  And since she’s the rose bride...

Yup, out pops the sword.  The same sword?  A different one?  Unclear.

Although in Akio’s big villain monologue we do finally start to get some details.  Dios is in the castle (making the castle actually important, where in the anime it kind of wasn’t in the end), Akio /used/ to have the power of dios and/or be dios - hence “take back” rather than “take” the power.

Although it would be nice if Akio could point out where Anthy fits into all of this.

Oh.  Thank you.

Kind of underwhelming?  Kind of lackluster?  The idea that Anthy could be replaceable as the rose bride just... it feels flat.  RGU manga - the version where Anthy’s actually not all that important I guess.

Utena & the Student Council - Saionji especially - demand that Akio release Anthy if she’s really not important anymore, and he refuses?  Seemingly arbitrarily?  Like why should she have to be entombed in her glass coffin if she’s not even the rose bride anymore?  Presumably there’s some arcane ritual reason, sure, but in the moment it feels like Akio just refuses out of spite, which seems at odds which his prior characterization (like shouldn’t he at least pretend to be sad about abandoning his sister?) and aslo utterly self defeating, because if he just let Anthy go Utena would have gone along with him to the castle and all would have gone according to keikaku, but now instead when Akio goes to kiss Utena and take her to the castle...

she fuckin bites him.  Pretty satisfying.  Not quite as satisfying as that shove in episode 39, you know the one...

Yeah, that one.  Not as satisfying as that, but still.

Anyway, Akio fucks off to the castle on his own, and leaves Utena to uselessly beat her hands bloody trying to open Anthy’s casket.

But then down comes Dios to put the ring back on her finger, and gives her the power to break the glass coffin...

which then turns back into Anthy’s sword

And Utena & Anthy quick change back to their usual outfits, and they have a brief but genuinely touching reunion where Utena apologizes.

Now that Anthy’s back, she can further explain Akio’s motivations.

And that’s... just kind of blunt?  Kind of boring by comparison?  Not as interesting as the prince who fell from grace by letting a princess suffer for him instead of the other way around, who somehow can’t understand why all his schemes to reclaim that lost grace fail when they all amount to him doubling and tripling down on the same original sin that caused him to fall in the first place - making others, especially his sister, suffer in his place.

I don’t know if I’d call manga akio /more/ disappointing than manga Miki or Juri, but he’s up there.

Regardless, Utena & Anthy are going to the castle to stop Akio.  It’s not quite clear from this dialog whether the SC are going with.  I kind of hope they are, because, again, it’s just kind of silly watching them toddle along behind Utena, and I’m a sucker for ‘power of friendship’ moments, even (especially!) when they’re ludicrously unearned.  “I’m going to stop the villain with my bestest friends - Anthy, my math tutor, Anthy’s abusive ex boyfriend, the pushy creep who forcibly kissed me multiple times, and a girl who tried to stab me with a sword because she was jealous over the pushy creep’s unwanted attentions!”

But anyway, that’s where the chapter ends, so next time we’ll be back to fresh reactions.

[natade-art]

atiya’s fiance was supposed to be finished but its been like a month since i started the drawing of them and i want to redesign them so... heres atiya and, first of all, atiyas Old page which has an outdated design and before i actually knew how i was gonna draw his face

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

[epickiya722]

REACTIONS TO EPISODE 5 - THRILL OF DESTRUCTION

It's the usual biz, genuine "at that moment reactions", some jokes here and there and me appreciating Miruko and my other faves.

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS!

Onwards!

Just knowing the chapters this episode will possibly cover and I'm ready to freak out!

Staring off with a recap, starring Miruko!

X-Less, it was nice knowing you.

Okay, I'll admit it was a little funny Miruko just laid back down after Endeavor to stay still. Like, queen, you have done enough. LAY DOWN PLEASE!! I'M WORRIED FOR YOU!!!

Oh my gosh, Backdraft?!

That little exchange between Present Mic and Eraserhead.

Maybe it's just me but Eraser Head is pretty here.

X-LESS, YOU SHOULD HAVE RAN WHEN YOU HAD A CHANCE!!!

I'll be honest... I do not like that cape on Shigaraki. He just never felt like a cape guy for me.

On the topic of the cape, why didn't it turn to ash when X-Less did? Shigaraki's quirk can spread now! Oh, what, he can control it like that now?! I NEED ANSWERS!!

"It's cold." Yes, it would be after you spent so long in a large vial of pretty purple liquid.

Fatgum really tried holding Tokoyami down. 🤣🤣

How he just dropped Kaminari, Honenuki and Komori out his fat!!! 🤣🤣🤣

"I WON'T LET YOU STEAL A RIDE OFF FATAXI!!" I LOVE FATGUM SO MUCH!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Dark Shadow sounded so sad. I want to hug Dark Shadow.

They... they didn't have to show Twice now. I do not want to cry right now. Unfair.

Mt. Lady just destroying walls while Dabi monologs. Hee hee, that's golden right there.

"Think about it, you BBQ'ed birbs." Oh wow, okay. You got jokes? 🤣

FATGUM RUNNING AWAY FROM MT. LADY'S ASS!!! "A BOTTOM!!" 🤣🤣🤣

Also, thanks, Geten, for unintentionally saving Tokoyami, Dark Shadow and Hawks.

Oh, he's pretty! Like ice prince pretty! Look at his lashes!!! Awww!!!

Look, real quick, I know some of you don't like Hawks, but I swear if I see bad talk about Tokoyami I'll riot. He is just a KID who is unaware of Twice's backstory. He just knows Twice is a villain and right now the villains have to be dealt with for the sake of society. He's going to be concerned for his teacher, alright? You can't fault him for it and I'm so tired of this fandom for not understanding that. The characters are not going to know the other's backstories, alright? It ain't hard to understand. The villains and heroes just see each other as enemies. It is nothing new in the superhero genre. 🙄 So if you're gonna get mad at Tokoyami for being concerned for Hawks, if you're gonna get mad at Tokoyami for being SCARED, then I'm gonna need you to not come this way.

Now back to our scheduled program!

Ah, shit, Gigantomachia is standing up!

"I smell my master. He's... awake." That is actually creepy you know that.

MY GOTH BIRD SON GOT HIS TITLE CARD!! I gotta use those purples.

URARAKA, TOO?!

Okay, Bakugou yelling at the old lady about the chocolate bun IS in the manga. That is not a new scene.

"You just want a chocolate bun, don't you?" Well, one, yes same! Two, the fact that he is aware of that is amusing and cute. 🤣🤣🤣

I will never get tired of Iida's arm chopping motions. So precious!! 💙

Aaaaw, Koda evacuating the kitties!! HE IS JUST TOO CUTE, THAT IS MY BABY!! MY SUNSHINE!!! 😭😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡🧡

Who... who is the airplane head guy?

*Midoriya stops* Ah, shit. It's happening!!!

NOT CRUST!! I ACTUALLY LIKED HIM!!! I knew it was coming... BUT DAMN!!! THE PAIN IS STILL THERE!!! First top hero to die, too. THAT SHIT IS HEARTBREAKING!!! SOMEONE HUG ME!!

Pixie-Bob, you tried.

Garaki, do you ever want to like... NOT TALK?!

ST. LOUIS SMASH AIR FORCE!! I'm sorry, but I love it when my green boy does his moves. He's great.

Okay, I like the evacuation scenes. Todoroki with his ice, Tsu doing her thing, Uraraka doing hers, Bakugou doing that, MIDORIYA PULLING A BUS.

OH HELL NO!! THE FUCK IS AROUND MY GUY'S ANKLES?! I WON'T STAND FOR IT!!

"Overhaul wouldn't be happy to see this." WHO CARES?!

*Shigaraki calls Machia* And the madness really begins!!

Overall, again, I don't have much to say about this episode. I liked it and now I shall go mourn Crust because he deserves it. He was gone too soon. 🥲

[gnocchighoul]

the undateables + a touch starved mc

Diavolo

This fucking guy abducted you and made you go to demon-college, the very least he can do is spare you some hugs.

Prince, Lord, Beefcake -- you don’t give a single flying damn about titles or customs. Much like a heat-seeking, pouch dwelling animal, all you care about is snuggles.

He’s Very surprised when you just waltz up to him one day at RAD and ask him for a hug. Seriously, nobody has the gall to do that.

Except for you, apparently. 

Needless to say, he is SO down. 

Diavolo is the prince of the Devildom and also of being touch-starved. Pretty much everyone is afraid of him, and Lucifer is a stingy meanie that wont give him hugs :(

He’s so excited that he doesn’t say anything, just picks you up and practically squeezes the life out of you. 

It’s wonderful and you decide that sacrificing your ability to breathe is well worth the payoff.

After you approach him a handful of times for hugs, he’s eventually just going to start hugging you on-sight. 

Like literally, on sight. If he catches a glimpse of you, he will cross the whole room just to give you a hug.

(think Moto Moto, he will trample anyone that gets in his way LMAOO i’m sorry dfghjk)

You can absolutely get him to give you a piggyback ride. Honestly, he’ll probably offer.

(There are definitely rumors that you two are dating. Some demons even think that you have a pact bond. The other RAD students are lowkey freaked out by you)

If you play your cards right, you can definitely spin this whole thing into an actual cuddle session :)

Barbatos

You’re always hugging him and he honestly thinks it's so cute.

At first, you’re very hesitant--slyly asking him to warm up your hands with his own, or let you rest your head on his shoulder, just for a minute!

You think you’re sneaky about it.

You’re absolutely not.

Finally, he tells you that whenever you want affection from him, you’re more than welcome to initiate. 

It’s not uncommon for you to hug him from behind and press your face into his back. 

You always ask, “is this okay?” and he always says “of course.” because it really, really is.

He’s honestly flattered that you seek him out for affection.

When you tell him that it's because he gives the Best hugs, he definitely blushes a little bit.  

His body temperature naturally runs cooler than most, which is a little bit strange, but at least you don't have to worry about overheating during snuggle time :D

He also likes to give you piggyback rides. Multitasking is something he often does, and if you’re chilling on his back like a baby possum, then his hands are still free to do other things as well. 

It’s very convenient. 

(Don’t get it twisted though, when he’s done with work for the day he’s so down to just chill and hold you. If you’ll let him, he especially likes to run his hands through your hair.)

Barb is Very intuitive. If you’re in need of some hugs, you don’t have to say anything. He just knows, and as long as you’ve given him consent, he’ll gladly wrap you up in his arms.

(Will also peck your cheek if you’re cool with it)

He’s just so polite and doting 

Simeon

Man… listen.

A hug from Simeon is equivalent to seeing the gates of Heaven open up.

He knows exactly how tight you need to be held, and because of that, his hugs are always warm and protective. 

Also, he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder, which is just really fucking nice.

The vibes? Immaculate. 

As soon as you realize that he’s a heavenly hugger, he’s gonna have a hard time shaking you off. 

And you know what? He doesn’t really mind it. 

At first, he’s a little bit confused about why you’re so intent on cuddling him. Confused, but not averse to it in any way, mind you.

Then he’s actually a little bit sad when he realizes just exactly how touch starved you are, but, he understands. You make him realize that he is too--the demons are a lot less huggy than the angels are, surprisingly enough. 

So he thinks, maybe you two can help each other out :)

Funny enough, as long as you're okay with it, he lowkey jumps straight into acting like you two are a couple.

Wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulders in public, holding your hand, kissing your cheek…

If you’re uncomfortable with it though, he’ll definitely back off. He’s very very respectful of any boundaries you have.

Movie/cuddle night definitely becomes a thing for you guys.

Luke

Give this child hugs, please. And head pats. Pinch his little cheeks. Ruffle his hair. 

Be that doting overbearing parent-friend that smothers him with affection!! And snacks. Keep fruit snacks on hand for him fghjkdf

The first time you ruffle his hair, it’s because he’s just so darn cute, you can’t help it--he’s raving about the new cake recipe that he’s learning from Barbatos, and his eyes are shining bright as firebugs and he’s just so darn excited because he got it right on the first try and--

You’re just so proud of him!! So you ruffle his hair and he gets really embarrassed (he’s not a dog for you to pet!) 

But like. It felt really nice, so he Supposes that it’s okay. Just as long as it’s you. 

When you ask if you can hug him, he gets all blushy but is sooo excited because you honestly give really nice hugs

He won’t admit it, but he really appreciates how supportive you are of him. Though sometimes (like when you pinch his cheeks or monitor his screen-time) you’re a bit… how should I say,,,, a wee bit too much. 

Like Simeon.  

Give him a hug and pat his back when he’s upset and it’ll instantly make him feel better. 

(If he’s upset because one of the demon brothers was making fun of him and you give him a hug, seeing their jealous faces is definitely the icing on the cake for him lmaoo) 

Solomon

Ah, yes. The shady sorcerer. 

Solomon is an interesting case.

Lowkey, he acts kind of inhuman--but then again, even the demons and angels are more interested in cuddles than he is.

That’s not to say he isn’t at all--somewhere along the way, he just forgot that that’s a thing living creatures need. 

(Don’t get it twisted though--he has a pact with Asmo. You’re pretty sure he’s into some freaky shit. He just forgot that fluffy shit is also a very real and very necessary thing.)

When you tell him that you need a hug, he kinda blinks at you in confusion for a few seconds and asks, “....Need?” 

He can’t help but wonder if you got cursed or something, and if hugging is the cure. Like sleeping beauty but more platonic.

He wouldn’t put it past you. You’re very hex-able. 

And you’re like “Yes I need one please” but you don’t elaborate any more than that, so he’s confused but accepting, and just kinda. Holds his arms straight up. T-poses at you.

It’s weird. Not very effective at asserting his dominance. You snort and wrap your arms around him, and sloooowly, he lowers his arms to wrap them around you in a hesitant hug.

He awkwardly pats your back. 

You tell him to stop being weird and just squeeze you already.

Which he does. And it hits him all at fucking once that this is actually really nice, oh no--

Needless to say, he’s gonna start slyly asking you for affection too. But in really obvious ways where he’s like, “Oh noooo a spell backfired on me, quick I need to hold your hand or I might die”

He’s so full of shit. 

You definitely hold his hand. With passion. 

((part one with the demon brothers))

[love-sapphirerose]

Studio making episodes 147-148 of Inuyasha and Kikyo is because studio baby Kikyou? because of Inukik fan studio? Swear "Kikyo, InuKik if it's a baby then it's a different char, other couple at least it's a prince"

Fact 1: Kikyo defeated the demons so exhausted she fell unconscious.

Analysis: Kikyo is a great priestess of her era. The thing that Kikyo is so exhausted unconsciously can be killed by anyone like this just didn't happen. Because Kikyo was powerful of her era, Kikyo's confidence is a pretty obvious emotion, there's a reason for it.

Fact 2: Kikyo realizes Inuyasha is the one who didn't kill her yesterday while she couldn't defend herself. Then Kikyo didn't want to kill Inuyasha.

Analysis: There is no this scene in the manga. Kikyo doesn't want to kill Inuyasha because Kikyo is so good, because she sees Inuyasha himself as a traitor - and inherits a good human heart, not the kind of being who harms others so that Kikyo has to cruelly fall into his hands. It's not that development is because Inuyasha didn't kill Kikyo first that Kikyo didn't want to kill Inuyasha in a 'revenge' way. Even Inuyasha doesn't understand why Kikyo didn't kill himself. In short, it is defaming the kindness of Kikyo.

Fact 3: Inuyasha is always face to face when attacking. Let Kikyo get ready for the bow, then scream and rush.

Analysis: In the manga Inuyasha described as "always stalking" but because Kikyou was too sharp it made Inuyasha unable to attack. Simply put, Inuyasha also had the intention of stealing the sacred jewel from Kikyo but not that old enough.

Fact 4: Inuyasha and Kikyo sit close to each other and chat for the first time. After saying Kikyo get up and left, Inuyasha said he wanted to give something.

Analysis: In the manga, the conversation ended right now. And Inuyasha's very sincere mind behind Kikyo's sad smile is in that 4th photo. This is the clearest demonstration of Inuyasha's mentality: If Kikyo is sad, it must be my fault. So romantic but the minority keep saying it's not true love.

Secret 5: Remember the sacred jewel and give the necklace. Kikyo used to want to control Inuyasha but after seeing Inuyasha's gift he felt so guilty.

Analysis: Many fans don't notice but antifans do and actually I don't like this information. Because Kikyo's love for Inuyasha is full of respect and warmth. Kikyo never had the thought of controlling, controlling or sitting on Inuyasha'. Kikyo wants to transform and heal Inuyasha completely with a sincere love a love of giving and receiving balance. Having no wrong mind is much better than having and feeling guilty.

Fact 7: Kikyo that Naraku faked talks too much. In manga standing farther says a lot less. Pretending but talking too much, why did you reveal your death? Is it because of this rubbish reciprocation that some minority still don't trust each other despite Inuyasha and Kikyo? In the manga this scene is quick. Basically, Kikyo quickly attacked Inuyasha and did not awaken any morale, so he had to hold the anger and run back to the village, not to stand back and shoot Kikyou (fake) to death.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Sparrow

Prince!Satoru Gojo x assassin!reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, suggestive themes, dubious themes, blood

A/N: request numero dos is done! It’s kinda silly, but I think it’s pretty fun! I think it can be read as pretty lighthearted, even if it gets a little violent! it’s a little different that what was originally requested! I had the elements for a sword fight set up, but it wasn’t working out the way I wanted it to, so I took a slightly different route! theres still fighting though! I hope you like it!

It’s been a long journey to get where you are now, silently scaling the castle towers towards the prince’s bed chambers. An extra long journey, considering how many royal guards have been posted on top of kingdom rooftops. Like a shadow in the night, using nothing but the black elements to mask your presence, you’ve managed to slip by them, as well as the gatehouse soldiers, undetected, leaving only four men incapacitated, and not a vestige of your presence. All this sneaking around has been a trying job thus far, but it’s almost over now. You’re about to finish what you came to do.

Light as a feather, quiet as a dormouse, you swing your body up and over the limestone-clad palace window. The room is adorned with priceless artwork watched over by gilded ceiling paintings. Framing the biggest bed you’ve ever seen is a corona with royal blue drapery that hangs down to each corner. In the center of the bed lies the sleeping and wonderfully unaware prince.

His body is lopsided, and only partially covered by silk sheets. One of his feet hangs off the bed. Tousled white hair sticks out in every direction while still managing to frame his admittedly attractive face. Long white eyelashes. Peaceful and full lips. He’s young, you think, although you’ve been aware. But seeing him in the flesh solidifies the thought: you are about to be the end of his short life.

However, this mission comes with little remorse. There have been rumors that the Royal Gojo Family has been dabbling in alchemy for over a century now. To you, there is nothing more disgusting than the use of the unnatural sciences. It’s ungodly. And even then, this kill shouldn’t matter much since you can call it what it is: a job. This is what you do. Do as your master commands, kill without question, leave no trace, get paid, repeat. It helps that there have been rumors specifically centered around your charge; rumors that Prince Satoru is a complete and utter womanizer.

Well, not for long.

The bed doesn’t shake the least bit as you climb on top of him. The prince sleeps soundlessly and doesn’t stir when you situate your thighs over his firm hips. Normally, you’d simply slit your target’s throat, quick and easy, but since there are those rumors about the use of alchemy, you need to work a little differently tonight. To kill an alchemist user, one will have to pierce them directly in the heart with a silver blade. You don’t particularly believe that the prince is a user; his focus has primarily been on balls and parties and other social events, but you’d rather be safe than sorry. So, your primed weapon of choice, a silverlined dagger, slides up your sleeve and into the palm of your hand. You grasp its hilt, then line it parallel to his heart, pull up, and plunge it in.

Rather, you would be plunging it in, if it hadn’t been for the swift-acting hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“Drop it.” The low, sleep-crackled utterance sends shivers up your spine. Acting fast, you use your free hand to push on the hilt, your strength against his, but it doesn’t budge a centimeter, and instead, both of your wrists are captured by the prince. His grip tightens, squeezing you so harshly that you feel the tips of your fingers tingle, but you don’t relinquish your weapon.

Vibrant blue eyes blink up at you, narrowing into a scowl. You try pushing harder, ignoring the fact that his eyes seem to glow in the darkness, ignoring the fact that they are the prettiest eyes that have ever gazed at you, ignoring the fact that those pretty eyes are now trailing down your body. Your skin burns at the attention. You can’t let yourself believe that he’s checking you out in a life or death situation, but then you figure it’s in your head when he says, “if you wish to keep your wrists intact, you will drop. Your. Dagger.”

Surrendering is not an option. It’s either kill or be killed, because even when you choose to not kill, your termination will be absolute. You will be tried by the king with his son at his right side, then you will be hanged for your crimes. So with shaking hands, you attempt to exert more pressure, trying to keep your breath steady to not raise a commotion.

Surprisingly, the prince chuckles. “Has a little sparrow flown through my window to try to kill me?”

In one fell swoop, Satoru manages to flip you onto your back, his hands bringing your wrists down on the side of the bed, forcing you to drop the dagger to the floor. He eyes you speculatively for a moment, then his mouth turns up into a half-grin.

“A woman, no less.” He muses incredulously. Then his eyes dart back down your body, and by the way his grin widens, you’re sure he actually is checking you out. “Are you supposed to be some kind of peace offering?”

What an odd man. Although you've just made an attempt on his life, he’s smiling down at you like you’re some kind of acquaintance—no, friend.

“I mean…sending a beautiful woman to my bedchambers says a lot, wouldn’t you agree?” Prince Satoru asks after taking in your dumbfounded expression. “Not much for words?” He asks. “That’s okay, little sparrow. We don’t need to talk.”

You gasp when he begins to lean down, eyes trained on your lips. Without a second’s hesitation, your feet meet his bare chest, and with all of your might, you kick off, throwing him back a couple meters. You flip back onto the floor and attack him with throwing knives while you search for your dagger. If he is in fact an alchemist, your other weapons won’t do much damage, but could slow him down if you could manage to hit him.

“You’re strong,” Satoru gleefully appraises, dodging another one of your throwing knives, and catching the other. He throws it back at you, but you manage to duck behind the corona curtain at just the right time. “And fast.”

The dagger is under the bed. You grab it, gulp some air, then use the curtain as a distraction before charging at the prince, using the same swiping technique your master has taught you. Your blade cuts through the air with one swipe, and another. You’re barely missing him, and it’s frustrating because that goofy grin stays plastered to his dumb, pretty face!

In a moment’s notice, he grabs your outstretched arm, pushing down on a pressure point that has your limb lock up. “But you’re messy and unrefined,” he says as a hand slides up your arm. Now behind you, he places his free hand on your waist, moving you into a stance similar to what your master has shown you. “Don’t you fret, little sparrow. It’s nothing a little polishing won’t fix.”

His breath is hot and fanning your ear. Your stomach knots when he squeezes your waist, and to your utter horror, his lips graze down to your neck, tongue sliding over your skin. “Mmm…sweet.”

“What! Are you—?!” Bouncing away from him, you cover your slick neck with one hand while the other continues to point the dagger outwards. What’s even worse is that he doesn’t look the least bit jaded!

He laughs. “Even your voice is cute!” In the dim light of the room, you can see pink beginning to bloom across his cheeks. “Won’t you speak more? Say my name, pretty please.”

“Prick,” you hiss, once again charging forward.

“Do you kiss your master with that mouth?” Satoru begins using his arms to block and redirect your attacks, until he’s twirling you around as if you’re dancing and not trying to kill him! You fume, hating the fact that the prince knows you have a master to begin with. “I should hope not. The only person I’d have you kiss is me!”

He dips you down low, your dagger somehow tucked between the junction of your arm, and very smoothly places his lips against yours. You’ve been kissed before, but never in such a way that made you feel like floating. Like gravity ceased to exist. Like you were falling into a black hole that you didn’t want to claw out of. Prince Satoru Gojo’s kiss is different. It’s light and it’s heavy. It’s heaven and it’s earth. It’s a blessing and a curse.

He hums into you, making the knot in your belly tighten. For a moment, you don’t struggle. Instead, your lips part, and you allow the prince to cup your face to pull you in deeper, tasting you, relishing you. You wind your fingers through the soft strands of his starry hair, and lose yourself in the moment. When he breaks the kiss, pulling away with an expression you can only call beguiled, his thumb moves along the bottom of your lip. Your mind is the fog that clouds the streets at night. It doesn’t mean anything to you when you kiss the tip of his thumb, but when that grin you hate so much comes back, your body erupts in blusterous rage.

Realizing what you just allowed to happen, you snap at his hand. He pulls it away just in time for you to reach for your weapon and slice it across his chest. You push him back, only allowing yourself a second to collect yourself before aiming the dagger at his heart. He catches your wrist before it makes contact.

“So passionate,” he says with a smile, but through gritted teeth. “I must admit, this has been the most fun I’ve had in my bedchambers in a very long time. You might even be spoiling all the fun that the future entails as well. And I don’t even know your name yet. How sad.”

Satoru throws you against the wall, pinning your dagger-wielding arm against one of his extravagant paintings. He nods towards your weapon. “Throw that away.”

“You scared, alchemist?” You bite back.

“I’m only afraid you might hurt yourself, little sparrow. Sharp objects are dangerous, you know. Wouldn't want to clip your wings.” He winks. “And you should be referring to me as your royal highness. I am a prince, afterall.”

“With the dark craft that you and the royal family use, you’re no higher than me.”

Satoru chuckles. “Won’t you please tell me your name? Or at least join me in bed before you insist that I need to be killed.”

“This is not on my insistence.” It’s a slip, but it’s a big one. You’d cover your mouth if your hands were free.

“So, who sent you?” The prince prompts. “It can’t be a scorned lover. Hmmm. The Fushiguro clan? Pshh. No. They’d do it in person.” He flashes his teeth, omniscience glowing in his beautiful blue eyes. “Master Suguru Getou?”

You suck in a breath and he reads it all too well.

“I already know,” he purrs, lips brushing against yours. “Your fighting style is very similar to his. I’m just surprised he sent somebody with so little experience. It certainly proves how much of a coward he is.”

Your blood boils. How dare he insult your master to your face! Satoru Gojo, the sleazy prince and a lowly alchemist. He is scum compared to Master Getou.

You ram your head into the prince’s. Pain shoots down your spine, but you ignore it and thrust your dagger forward. Satoru grabs your arm and pushes it down, and soon, you scream after hearing a tearing sound, and feel a very sharp stinging at your side. Sticky warm fluid seep through your fingers at your side. It’s not a deep cut, but it’s just enough to make you bleed.

“Oh no,” Prince Satoru says in earnest. “Oh, this was my mistake. Dear sparrow, that was a reflex of mine. I didn’t mean to—“

There’s a knock on the prince’s chamber doors, followed by someone’s low voice asking, “your highness, are you well? I heard screaming.”

Shit. This is it. You’re dead. Sure, the prince wants to play with you, but anyone else will have your head in a heartbeat if they see what you’re doing. You should say your prayers now and kiss the world goodbye. You’re sending a silent apology to Master Getou when Satoru lifts you up and carries you to his bed.

“Sir Nanami?” The prince calls while he throws the sheets over both you and him. He climbs on top, pressing his chest into yours. The side that’s injured seers with pain, so you let out a little whimper the moment you hear footsteps enter the room.

“Don’t tell me you have a woman in here,” the man groans. “You know the king has forbidden any partner of yours from walking through these palace doors until further notice.”

“She flew in through my window, actually,” Satoru slyly admits. “But she’s no ordinary woman. She’s very special to me.”

Both you and the knight scoff at the same time, though you hope he doesn’t hear you. If he can believe this charade, perhaps you can get on with your night. And once you kill the prince, there will be a knight who will think that his murder is nothing but a lover’s quarrel gone wrong.

“I see.”

You’re staring at Satoru’s chest, and you realize that his wound from earlier is nearly healed. If you had any doubts about the Gojo family using alchemy, they’re out the window now. You run a fine finger across the red line that contrasts against his ivory chest, feeling the smooth bump where you’d cut him. Will it scar? you think. Disappear completely?

The prince squirms and grabs your hand. “That tickles!” He exclaims, bringing your hand up to his mouth to pepper kisses all over it. Even though the attention burns the back of your neck, you let him, since it’ll only convince the knight that the two of you are in fact being intimate.

Finally, Satoru says, “did you need something, Sir Nanami, or are you ready to confess your voyeuristic sins?”

Sir Nanami sighs, but you hear him back up a few paces. “Then, nobody’s hurt, your highness?”

“No,” Satoru says dubiously, “however, if you could fetch the healing medicines, that would be appreciated. She’s a little feisty!”

You slap his chest and he yips playfully back at you. It would be good fun if the two of you weren’t enemies.

Once the knight leaves, you’re quick to slink out of the bed, albeit wobbly. Dots of blood line his sheets, the sight making you feel a bit dizzy, but it doesn’t stop you from picking up your weapon.

“You don’t tire, do you?” Satoru asks impishly. “As admirable as that is, I simply cannot allow you to try to kill me anymore! You’ll get more hurt!”

“You’re nothing but a dirty alchemist.” You weakly thrust the dagger forward, nearing the window.

“Well, and a dashing prince, but that’s besides the point.” Satoru steps forward and you step back, your legs hitting the window’s wall. “Your master is no better.”

You bare your teeth at him. “Don’t you dare say a word to me about my master!”

“Please, little sparrow, you’re injured. Step away from the window and let’s bandage you up.” He reaches a hand out, and you swipe through the air, splicing his palm. More blood falls to the floor. Unafflicted, Satoru says, “you can’t hurt me.”

“Then let me leave, so that when I return, I can hurt you!”

There’s a purse on his lips. A pensive pause. Then the prince raises both of his hands, one of which is already healed, in defeat.

“There’s a medicine man who lives south-east from the gatehouse,” he says. “His name is Kiyotaka Ijichi. He’ll be asleep by now, but he’s a bit of a pushover and a sucker for a lady in distress. If you wail a bit outside his house, he’ll come out to offer you aid.”

“I don’t need anybody’s help,” you spit as you begin climbing out the window. You half-expect him to push you then. It’s a wonderful opportunity, one that you would seize if you were in his position. But the prince just watches you begin your descent.

“Do try to not bleed on any of the garden flowers,” he calls.

You wordlessly growl back at him.

“Oh, and little sparrow! Should you return here tomorrow evening, or perhaps the next night, or even a week or a month from now, shall I prepare red or white wine for you?” Prince Satoru offers you a charming smile. “And would you like there to be a violinist present? Anything to set the mood?”

Once you’re on your feet, you glare up at the beaming prince. He’s far too confident, but you make a mental promise to ruin that confidence someday, somehow. You don’t answer him, like you’re sure he doesn’t expect, but you allow him to watch you disappear into the black from whence you came.

[mandoalorian]

Borrowed Time [Din Djarin x F!Reader] SMUT

ੈ♡˳‧₊*: • Chapter 8: The Truth ✩࿐ ˚.✧

Summary: You are the princess of Mandalore, held hostage on your own planet by Moff Gideon and his army of Imperial troopers. Left with no choice, you send out a distress signal; a plea for protection— and who comes? None other than Din Djarin, a foundling of The Death Watch. He, by creed, is your sworn enemy. And where you have asked for his protection, he has been told by his mentor that he must marry you and gain the ability to restore Mandalore to its former glory.

Word Count: 2200>

Warnings: more angst and feelings! 18+ SMUT; unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it), f receiving oral, fingering… very soft sex andddd a praise kink because it’s Din’s first time giving oral :’)

AN: Please reblog to spread this around! It’s not showing up in tags! i think i’m still semi-shadow banned:(

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Din didn’t say anything for a long time. He didn’t understand. Not the Manda’lor? How could that be possible? If you weren’t the Manda’lor, then... who were you? As if you were reading his thoughts, you closed your eyes and turned around so you were facing the brick wall behind you, and tried your very best to explain the truth. You had to at least make an attempt. You ignored the choked nervous knot in your throat. You couldn’t bear to look at him.

How could you ever even begin to explain this to him. You’d never spoken about what happened back on Mandalore to anyone. You’d kept it to yourself all this time. It was so painful. But you had to try.

“My mother was Duchess Satine Kryze, and I am, by technicality, the Princess of Mandalore. I always will be. When my mother died, fifteen years ago, I became heir to the throne. I became the Manda’lor, and... everything was fine. I had everything under control, and, dare I say, I was a good leader. Until one night, there was a planned attack by the Imperials on my city and they slaughtered everyone. They raided homes and killed children…” a single tear slipped down your cheek. “Moff Gideon came to see me. He wanted… the darksaber. So he had his troopers raid the palace and they found it. And once he wielded it, he became the rightful ruler of Mandalore. And, I still don’t have it back… I’ve-- I’ve never felt so helpless. And responsible for the murder of my people.”

You were crushed. You thought by admitting all of this, it would take the giant burden you’d been holding this entire time off your shoulders, but it didn’t. It only made you dread all the built up pain and anguish you had in your heart… for letting this happen and for lying to Din. You really had failed everyone around you, but most importantly, you’d failed yourself.

Bringing your hand to your wedding ring, you twiddled it around your finger and took a shaky exhale. “Din, I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I can leave, and you’ll never see me again. I promise you that much. But I will get the darksaber back and I will be the rightful ruler of Mandalore. These were my people he killed. He stole it from me. And I won’t let the Imperial’s take anymore than they already have. Not without a fight.”

Compiling all the remaining bravery left in you, you turned back around to face Din and opened your eyes.

And your heart stopped.

His eyes were big and brown and sad. He had short, shaggy brown hair and a light stubble which grazed his jaw. His pink lips were parted slightly as he looked at you with his own eyes. No visor modifying his vision of you. This was raw, and completely him. He’d taken off his helmet.

You tried to ask him why, but no words came out.

“So that’s why the Imperials were chasing after you?” His jaw ticked but Maker, his voice without the helmet was as soft as silk. Rich and velvety.

He was handsome too. More handsome than you could’ve ever even imagined. In a rugged way, not in your typical Prince of Mandalore way. But you liked it a lot.

“Yes,” you swallowed thickly. “Moff Gideon imprisoned me in the palace and he never wanted me to leave. He made me promise to never tell anyone that he had the darksaber, because no doubt, any Mandalorian who found out the truth would venture after him to try and reclaim it for themselves. I was forced to live this lie. But I had to do something. That’s when I sent out the distress signal to coverts around the galaxy. That’s when you came for me, and helped me escape.”

Din tried his hardest to process your words. It… made sense. His gaze fell from your face and he looked down at the ground. He looked so sad and your heart ached. If there was a way you could fix this, you were pretty sure you’d do anything. In that very moment, you didn’t even care about the Mandalorian throne or the darksaber. You just cared about Din.

“Din, I’m so sorry.” you began, preparing to fully beg for his forgiveness, but before you could say anymore, his lips came crashing into yours.

He didn’t have anything to say to you, really. He was just so enamoured by you, that he didn’t care. You could lie to him a million times over and he’d forgive you, because you were just too perfect. You were, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And he loved you.

He should be mad, he knew that much. But he couldn’t bring himself to hate you when all he could think about was just how beautiful your lips were. The entire time you were talking, he was fighting the urge to kiss you. Until finally, he just couldn’t resist anymore.

His mouth was soft and fit perfectly against yours. Your eyes snapped shut and a surprised moan fell from your lips as he took you in his arms and held you. You loved the way it felt… his hands on your body and caressing your skin. Was this… the first time he’d kissed? He was so passionate yet gentle, and Maker, you didn’t want it to end. He was absolutely gorgeous, and such an amazing kisser. When you thought he was going to break away, you raised your hands to his face and cupped his cheeks, swiping your tongue over his lower lip and signalling for him to continue the kiss. He did so, and you opened your mouth, granting him deeper access.

A minute or so later, when the both of you were practically gasping for breath, he pulled off you and rested his forehead against yours. If he was unsure about his feelings before, he knew for certain now.

“We’ll have to leave at dawn,” Din said eventually, huffing and looking into your eyes. His hands were still planted firmly on your hips and he nudged his nose against yours. “There’ll be less Imps around, the earlier we leave.”

You were baffled. “I don’t… I don’t understand.”

“We’re getting the darksaber back,” he confirmed. “You’re getting the darksaber back. You are the rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

You couldn’t believe it. He still wanted to help you, even after admitting to him that you’d been lying. He no longer had a duty to protect you, and yet he was doing this not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

“Are you sure?” you gasped, completely exasperated. “Are you sure you still want to help me?”

Din nodded his head wordlessly before kissing you again. “We should rest before our escape tomorrow,” Din breathed. “I have a room here.”

“Take me.” you begged, curling your body into his.

Din’s room at the covert was no different to the many other rooms that were habited by other Mandalorians. It was a small boxy room with a bed in the corner. At least it was a real bed though, and not Din’s poor excuse for a bed back on the Crest. He closed the door behind him and turned on the light, although it wasn’t bright whatsoever. It barely illuminated the room in this dull, amber colour, but it was just enough to cast your shadows on the wall.

You gulped, not tearing your eyes from him once. “I think you’re very handsome,” you blurted out, smiling when you noticed a rosy blush cross Din’s cheeks. “And I think it’s a real shame that you have to hide your face. I just know that those brown eyes could charm you out of trouble.”

Din chuckled nervously. “I think you’re very pretty too,” he said. “But you probably hear that a lot.”

You shook your head, the smile never leaving your lips once. “No.”

When Din kissed you, it felt like heaven. As the moment became more and more heated, both of you ended up undressing, and discarding your clothing and his armour into a pile on the floor.

Din carefully laid you down on his bed and hovered over you, planting kisses down your neck, along your collarbones and down your chest. He brought his hand over to your breasts and began with giving them a few experimental squeezes. He brushed his thumb over your hardening nipple and pinched it, earning a moan of pleasure from you.

Not taking his lips from yours, he dropped his hand down your body and to the hem of your panties, dipping his finger under the waistband and feeling just how wet you’d already become. He chuckled to himself, his thick and deft index finger tracing quick and tight circles across your clit. You arched your back into him, a foggy haze crossing your vision as he worked you into a complete state of euphoria.

You chanted his name like it was a prayer, caressing his biceps and holding onto him. After he drew out your first orgasm, he tapped on your thigh. You lifted up your ass so he could pull down your panties and take them off completely. You were an absolute sight to behold, there was no denying that. Your folds were slick with your arousal and Din done everything he could to contain himself. Licking his lips, he knelt down between your legs and began to lap his tongue around your bundle of nerves, even sucking occasionally on your sweet spot.

“Does-- does that feel good?” Din asked, briefly pausing just before you were about to cum again. Your legs were shaking with pleasure and Din just wanted to make sure you were alright. “I’m-- I’ve never done this before.” he confessed.

“Oral?” you asked breathlessly, rolling your head into the pillow.

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nibbling and pressing lovebites into the soft flesh of your thighs. “Never took off my helmet.”

You moaned something incoherent when the curve of his nose rubbed against your clit and you felt the warmth of his breath fan over your core.

“It’s good Din, so good,” you sighed longingly. “You’re doing so good. Please don’t stop.”

So Din kept at it until eventually you were a heaving, quivering mess, and he drove out your second orgasm. When he pulled away from you, a trail of his saliva pulled between your wet cunt and his lips, but he immediately licked himself clean and leaned over your body so he could kiss you again. The way you could taste yourself on his mouth felt so erotic.

You pulled his hard and leaking cock from the confines of his underwear and began to pump at his length. He was hot and heavy, and somehow, he was even better than you had imagined. Even as you stroked him, you yearned for him, and you could feel your cunt clench around nothing as you wished for him to fuck you already.

Din loved how you were a needy, squirming mess beneath him. He positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his engorged tip inside of you, taking a few moments to allow you to adjust to his length. The wet noises as he thrusted into you were lewd and obscenely loud, and if you were with anyone else you might’ve felt embarrassed -- but as Din built up his rhythm and held on to your hips, you couldn’t even think straight enough to feel embarrassed.

“Din,” you cried out, letting your fingers curl in his brown locks of hair. “Oh Din.”

His own hips began to stutter and with a loud gasp, you felt his cock convulse inside of you and a spurt of his creamy hot seed rope your walls.

Din let himself soften inside of you as he caught his breath, eventually rolling off you and laying by your side. He wrapped his arms around you and spooned you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until eventually, you fell asleep in his arms.

“You will reclaim Mandalore,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I promise.”

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Purim: a Jewish holiday and wild ride from start to finish

So let me tell you about the absolute soap opera that is the Jewish holiday of Purim. The scene is set in ancient (appx. 4th century B.C.E.) Persia during the first Jewish Diaspora, in the city of Shushan (typically identified in secular sources as Susa, a now-abandoned ancient city in what is now Iran). I’m telling you, as a work of literature (even beyond theological implications for Jewish people), this book has everything: love, drama, royalty, intrigue, ego, plots, irony, mystery, and a strong female lead. 

[some non-slur swearing below]

Ahasuerus, party-loving king of Persia executed or exiled (translations argue) his wife Vashti, and had to find a new queen. Why did he do this, you ask? Well, it really starts with an 180-day party across his kingdom for all his subjects to celebrate the third year of his reign. After that absolute rager, party-bro KA has another one immediately after for a week, this time just for the capital city of Shushan. Vashti was having a woman’s party in her quarters, presumably living her best life, when party-bro sends his top seven yes-men to deliver a message to Vashti. This sleaze-ball wants her to appear at his party in front of everyone, wearing her crown, with the clear implication being only her crown. Vashti more or less tells him to pound sand (I mean, not the literal translation, but that’s the sentiment). 

KA’s advisors convince him that this is not only an offense against the king but also against all the men in the country (ah, the joys of ancient patriarchy and toxic af masculinity). KA writes a degree that women must respect their husbands so he has an official reason to get rid of Vashti. Vashti is soon thereafter out of the picture and the king is short a queen. Whether she was a Wise Lady With A Point Who Got Screwed Over or a Vicious Jew-Hating Adulteress Who Had It Coming has been a matter of furious debate for over two millennia (the Babylonian Talmud and the Jerusalem Talmud vociferously disagree on her). In any case, KA regrets it pretty quick and wants a new queen. 

At the behest of his advisors (you know, since their last advice worked out soooooo well), KA had a big contest/forcible gathering of young women from around his kingdom and a Jewish woman, Hadassah, was the winner.  Hadassah was an orphan raised by her cousin Mordechai in the city of Shushan. Hadassah is more commonly known as Esther, because she changed her name to hide her identity as a Jew (at the behest of Mordechai). In any case, KA decided he liked Esther best and she became queen (it’s specifically mentioned both that he loved her most and that the palace staff liked her because she was nice to them-it’s unclear how much of an influence the latter was). 

Concurrently, a wicked man named Haman was the top advisor to the king and the king would basically rubber-stamp whatever Haman wanted. Haman was a raging Jew-hater-this will be relevant later. 

Some time into Esther’s reign as queen, Mordechai, who has taken to hanging around the gates of the palace to keep in touch with Esther, overhears a plot by two guards, Bigthan and Teresh, to kill the king. Mordechai alerts his cousin, and she tells the king. It’s recorded in the book of deeds and life keeps moving. 

Some time later, Haman decides (after a promotion to head lackey) that he wants all to bow to him as he passes. Mordechai refused to bow to Haman every single day (citing that as a Jew he bowed to no man), and that did not sit well with Haman. So despite being prime minister and presumably having more important things to do, “genocide the Jews” made it to the top of to-do list. He didn’t like them before, and Mordechai refusing to treat him like a special snowflake was something he took really, really personally (totally can’t think of any modern politicians like that, nope). He told KA, who frankly doesn’t seem to ask enough questions, that there was a people disrespecting the king and his laws throughout the land, and could he pretty-please exterminate them. As a bonus, Haman would “donate” 10,000 silver kikar to the royal treasury (modern conversion vary, but all agree this an absurd amount on money). 

KA handed him the royal seal to do so. Haman was feeling lucky I guess so he decided the best course of action was to draw lots to pick the day for the massacre. [Purim is lots in Hebrew, so that’s where the name of the holiday came from]. The message went out to all the provinces that on the thirteenth day of the twelfth month, that they citizens and leaders should murder all of the Jews, young and old, man, woman, and child, rich and poor and take their possessions as spoils. 

As this wasn’t exactly a state secret, the Jews knew and were quite distressed. The planned slaughter was like a year out, but what the actual fuck were they supposed to do? If you lived in Persia at that point that, the empire was functionally your entire world, unless you were fabulously/ridiculously wealthy and well-connected. Having several months notice the other locals and your rules were going to slaughter you and take your stuff isn’t particularly useful when there’s really nowhere to go. 

In Shushan, Mordechai (who, although not explicitly in text, is in oral/Talmudic tradition a leader of the Jewish community) goes into mourning. He dresses in sackcloth and ashes, he weeps, and he fasts at the gates of the palace, as Jews throughout shushan and the kingdom are doing. Esther hears of her cousin’s mourning behavior and tries to send along nice clothes through a messenger, which he refuses. It is then that she learns of the decree. Mordechai (through the messenger) implores her to go ask the king if the Jews not getting murdered could be a thing. Esther explains that she could be killed for approaching the king unsummoned. Mordechai stresses the severity of the situation. Esther agrees to ask the king and tells Mordechai to have the Shushan Jewish community fast day and night (as opposed to just day as prior) for three days, and she and her handmaidens will fast too (no word on what the handmaidens thought of this).

On the third day, Esther bravely approached the king, asked him if she could request something. He said anything, up to half his kingdom (which implies to me that homedude, for all his flaws, was actually into her). Esther invited him to a party, where he and Haman would be the only guests. At the party she asks if she can another request. KA is open to it and she invites him to another party the next night. Party-bro king is obviously down and Haman is tickled to death at this second invitation. 

He goes home to brag to his wife, Zeresh, about the invite and also to bitch about how angsty he is Mordechai is still alive (this angst reignited by passing him on the way home). Zeresh suggests he have fifty-foot gallows built to make Mordechai an example on, with the king’s permission, ASAP. Haman orders the building of the gallows, feeling secure in the knowledge that his bestie the king will execute Mordechai on them. 

Back at the castle KA can’t sleep. He demands a bedtime story from the his records, because those will presumably put him to sleep. The story that gets read, ~coincidentally~, is of Mordechai saving KA’s life. Haman had sidled on up to the castle to speak to the king about killing Mordechai, and the king called him in. KA asks Haman, if he were to honor someone, what should he do? Haman is thinking “this is obvi about me” and tells the king that the honoree should be donned in royal clothing, and ride through the streets on a fancy horse with people someone shouting how great he is. KA is like great, love it, perf, go do that for Mordechai. Haman is not a happy camper but does the thing. After that, he goes home and tells Zeresh about it, who warns him that this is a very bad sign. 

Finally, that night is the night of Esther’s second soiree. Haman and KA attend. The latter offers to Esther anything she wants, up to half of his kingdom. Esther asks that her life, and the life of her people be spared. KA is like “whomst” and Esther revealed it was Haman. At this point Ahasuerus.exe stops working and he takes a walk to the gardens. He comes back to see Haman begging Esther for his life, and KA thinks Haman is assaulting her. Haman was seized by nearby guards.

One of the chamberlains is then like, hey, KA, coincidentally there’s these super high gallows Haman just had built. Why not take care of the problem that way? (The fact that the random nearby chamberlain was like yup, that dude, hang ‘em in the morning, probably says a lot about how Haman treated most people around him, even more than forcing all to bow to him). KA orders it be done. 

Not that Haman was around to be sad about it, but what happened next would have massively pissed him off, as his old job then went to Mordechai. Esther then implored of the king that the degree to allow the massacre of the Jews be reversed. The king couldn’t Cntrl+Z the order to murder-all-the-Jews, but he could issue an order that they could fight back. The proclamation was sent throughout the land, and the Jews were able to prepare. Since the royal decree had been amended, the governments (princes, governors, satraps) largely reformulated their plans accordingly, but plenty of Jew-haters still wanted to use the opportunity. The ability to self-defend meant that the communities weren’t massacred. In most of the kingdom, the Jews were now safe. Outside of Shushan, the fourteenth of Adar became a feast day. 

Shushan was still not safe though. Antisemites were still out and mad (and apparently had not learned from the previous day), so Esther asked the Jews of Shushan to be allowed to defend themselves once more. Her wish was granted, and the Shushan Jews were able to defend themselves once more (so Purim is celebrated a day later in walled cities). 

The story ends with the decision to write it down, and although there some debate on authorship, it is traditionally attributed to Esther herself cowriting with Mordechai. 

Nowhere in the book is God mentioned. Nowhere is there divine intervention (at least not explicitly). Just Jews sticking up for themselves, being brave in the face of mortal peril, and a metric fucktown of chutzpah. 

[otakusheep15]

SFW Alphabet - Diavolo

I love Dia with all my heart, so I thought it was finally time I made a post for him

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is probably one of the more affectionate characters. Not many people are willing to get this close to him due to his status, so he is all over you the second you give him permission. His favorite form of affection is when you sit on his lap while he works. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Him as a best friend is a lot of fun. He’ll constantly sneak out of the castle just to hang out with you. He’d probably also wear those silly disguises so no one recognizes him. You two go all over the Devildom and he takes you where ever you’d like. In the end, you two usually get busted by Barb or Luci, but it’s always worth it.   

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddles are literally his love language. He’s always coming up behind you and lifting you up into a hug or dragging you off to his room just to cuddle in bed. Being the prince of literal Hell can be so tiring, so cuddles are exactly what he needs after a long day. And once you two get into bed, you’re never leaving again.  

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He knows that he can’t settle down, but he would love nothing more. Honestly, if it weren’t for his responsibilities, he would have already dragged you off to some secluded house in a forest somewhere to just live in peace. It’s also thanks to his status as prince that he doesn’t know any basic household chores. He cannot clean, and he can barely cook without burning down the whole kitchen. He’s had to rely on Barb and his other staff for so long, that he’s just never had to learn. He wants to, if only to impress you, but he never has the chance. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I don’t think he’s ever even been in a relationship tbh, so he’s never had to break it off with someone. If he did have to, it would be bad. Like, I’m talking literal execution in front of everyone in the Devildom bad. He is a very patient demon who is very caring towards basically everyone. If he actually had to break it off, there would probably be blood. We don’t talk about it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As prince, he does technically have to find a spouse, so he’s down to get married if you are. However, the whole point of getting married for him is so that his partner can carry his heir, so if you can’t get pregnant that might be a problem. Not with him, not at all, but more so with Devildom law and such. Afterall, he needs an heir, and he can’t let someone have it if he isn’t planning on marrying them. He’d still marry you regardless though, so there’s nothing to worry about there. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the gentlest giant you have ever seen in your whole life. He knows how big he is, and he knows how intimidating he can be, so he is very careful to make sure you know you can trust him. If he ever gets mad and feels like he might start yelling, he makes sure you are well out of range so that you don’t have to hear him. He also makes sure he never hugs you too hard or startles you without warning. He just wants to protect you, and that includes protecting you from himself if needed.  

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

A sucker for hugs, that’s what he is. It does not matter how, when, or where he hugs you, he just wants to, always and everywhere. If you’re in a place where he can’t out-right hug you, he has to be touching you somewhere. He’s lowkey possessive, so he loves any contact just to show others who you belong to. Hugs are just the best way to do that since they’re super obvious. And he also just loves you a lot and wants you to know. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He’d say it relatively fast. he’s not one to waste time or lead someone on, so if he knew he loved you, he’d say it. He wouldn’t even care if you don’t say it back, he just wants you to know how he feels about you. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets insanely jealous, but he’s always good at hiding it. With all of the public appearances and people he’s had to deal with, he’s become a master actor. Inside, he could be fuming with jealousy when someone so much as looks at you, but no one will even know. He just puts on his classic smile and ask you to go with him somewhere for some “business” you have to attend. In reality, he just wants to drag you away for some cuddles to remind him that you’re his and you love him above all else. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually rather soft cause he’s so afraid of accidentally hurting you in some way. They’re sweet and gentle, and so full of love. They don’t come as often since of how much he works, so that makes them all the better when they do. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He actually loves children, but they’re always so afraid of him. No kid would ever go up to him due to pure fear, so he never gets to interact with them. It really does make him quite sad since he would love to get to know the younger generation more, and he just finds them adorable. Maybe you can convince one (1) child to talk to him with the promise of candy after. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He has to wake up pretty early for work, but he always makes sure you’re still comfy before he leaves. If you wake up with him, he’ll talk to you about what his day will be like while getting dressed. If you’re still asleep, he tries his best to stay quiet as he gets ready. No matter of you’re awake or not, he makes you stay in bed and brings (read: makes Barb bring) you breakfast in bed. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s usually pretty tired by the end of the day, so he wants nothing more than to just pass out with you in his arms. However, he usually still has work to do even after dark, so he’s forced to stay up. During these times, he loves when you come over to him and just sit there while he works. That usually motivates him to finish up faster so that he can get cuddles. Once he hits that bed, it’s lights out for him. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He seems like he would be an open book, but he really isn’t. Trust me, he’d love to be as open with you as possible, but he can’t. There are so many things he has to keep hidden due to his role as prince. Plus, he doesn’t have much to share since he can’t really get out much to being with. He tells you as much as he can, but he always has to stop himself before he goes too far. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is super patient. He’s always having to deal with less-than-ideal situations, so he’s built up a good amount of patience. Usually, he’s pretty chill, so when he snaps, it’s for a good reason. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Quite honestly, his head is already filled with so much, so he can sometimes forget things you tell him. That’s why he has Barb write stuff down about you so that he won’t forget. He keeps all of these facts in a journal in his room, and you have no idea. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves the first time you stayed over at the castle for the night. Not that time when everyone went over, but just when you came over. He was still busy with work at the time, and he loves how understanding you were about it. There was a short time where you left his room, and he was worried with how long you were gone. He was about to go look for you when you walk back in with some tea and snacks to help keep his energy up while he’s working. It was this moment when he knew he loved you. The fact that you cared this much for him really made him happy. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is more protective than anyone else. The entire castle staff will be told numerous times over that their number one priority is now to protect you, much to the annoyance of Luci and Barb. He also makes sure to keep you close whenever you go out, and he’s always touching you somewhere. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would only have the best for you. Every date you two go on will be the most romantic thing you’ve ever witnessed. He would only calm down if you mentioned you prefer more lowkey dates, in which he immediately apologizes for not asking you first. He still wants to make them the best dates possible, but he’ll try and calm down a bit. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to overwork himself, often leaving you alone in favor of finishing his work. He also gets way too overprotective sometimes, even going so far as to drag you away the second he gets jealous. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Like Luci and Barb, he only really cares about his looks because he knows he has to keep up appearances. He has to make a good name for himself, and looking good certainly helps. Barb also constantly pressures him into taking better care of his looks when he starts slacking off. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It honestly depends on how close you two are. He’s used to people leaving him because they can’t handle being so close to the prince, so he might not even care if you leave him too. It’s only if you two have gotten super close that he might feel something if you were to leave him. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Okay, so, this came completely out of nowhere, but I have always lowkey had a  headcanon that he and Barb were in a QPR before. (for those who don’t know, it means queer platonic relationship). Anyway, I have no clue where I got this idea from, but it just makes sense to me. They probably broke it off once he showed romantic interest in you, but I promise they were in a QPR at one point. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who would try and drag him away from his job. He wants someone who understands what it means to be the prince of the Devildom, and that includes them being aware of how much work he has and that he can’t just drop it all without planning even if he wants to

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s bog, even for demon standards, so he tends to take up a lot of room. Honestly, he’s the kinda person that would spread out across the whole bed without a single care for who else might be in it. Let’s just say, you’ve fallen out of bed several times because he accidentally pushed you out. 

[falsegoodnight]

a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*). 

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs 

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis. 

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter​ | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by  navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16 

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg 

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

[adorethedistance]

Only Need Five - Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader High School!AU

JATP masterlist

GIF CREDIT: @satisfiedschuyler​

Part 1

Warnings: swearing, implied intercourse (ANFIOUEFIUYWEG), teasing remarks

Words: 1989

Summary: Breaking up with your boyfriend proves difficult when he follows you to your after-breakup plans. Owen puts you at ease and performs a less than innocent song he wrote about your chemistry together.

A/N: This is not a smut but it has adult themes so let’s say pg-13 but with multiple fucks instead of the allotted 1. Also doesn't he just look so good in this gif? Next on the agenda is either a cute Hockey!Charlie fluff or a prince!Charlie fic with hella sexual tension. Then! A request! Owen x reader prom smut >:).

“Was it something I did?” I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, unsure how to respond. Owen and I were pretty... busy... the entire evening so I never actually got the time to think about what I wanted to say to let Peter down easy.

“Kind of… after you started talking about plans for my birthday tomorrow, it made me realize that you don’t actually know me. Or at least, the little things about me and it means a lot to me for someone to take the time to understand little things like my likes and dislikes. You know?”

“I guess… So, what now? Are we just completely done?” I nod a small yes. It makes me sad to break things off directly to his face, but what’s picking at my brain is the haziness of yesterday’s… events. I sent that text and immediately fucked Owen afterward. I mean we were technically broken up but I feel shitty about how quick I was to move on.

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” shit. Should I lie? Is it better to just tell the truth and move on?

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re too dressed up to just be meeting me for a burger tonight.”

“I’m going to a... local show.” That’s not a lie.

“Radical Dreams?” I hesitate to nod once more, hoping he doesn’t connect any more dots. After a brief moment of silence, Peter speaks up resiliently “...I’m going, too.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, I saw the flyer in the hallway and figured why not… support our local amateur rock band?” He definitely wasn’t planning on going, but whatever. It’s not like we’ll have to sit near each other or anything.

“Well, I’m actually gonna be late if I don’t leave soon. Is there, uh, is there anything else you wanted to ask?” Peter shakes his head ‘no’ and when I rise from the table he abruptly stands after me.

I was strategic enough to meet him a block from the venue. So it’s a quick two minute walk to get there. I didn’t anticipate Peter lying about planning to see the show though, so as I begin the brief walk, he’s only a few feet behind me the whole time, loitering. Showing the bouncer my ticket and ID, he marks the back of my hand with a black sharpie and lets me in the pub.

Much to my surprise, the guys are all hanging around the edge of the stage as people file in. Being in a band while also being in high school doesn’t make you insanely famous and untouchable, so they’re still able to hang out out front which is great for me at least. Upon seeing me, Owen’s face lights up with a smile and he waves me over to where he’s sitting on the apron of the stage.

He looks amazing as usual but something about this outfit is immaculate. I love his usual tattered denim but the clean appearance of this jacket is also wonderful, and I’ll have to steal it sometime. The gold chain is always a weakness I’ll admit, and I know it’s just a simple graphic tee but it’s Owen’s simple graphic tee. As I approach the boy to stand with my hips pressed against the stage between his dangling legs, he speaks,

“I almost didn’t recognize you in this outfit. What kind of double life are you leading with this ‘student by day, badass by night’ getup?”

“Oh hush, I look the same as always.”

“The sweatshirt and blue jeans uniform begs to differ,” his eyes sparkle as they gaze into mine, “You look great.”

“Thank you,” my smile is as bright as ever, and the compliment makes my face grow warm. However my joy seemingly wavers when I realize that Peter is probably glaring daggers at me from behind. Owen takes note of my discomfort, and with a single glance behind my nervous figure, he clocks Peter’s presence in the venue.

“Come on,” he says, leading me into the backstage area.

Once we’re alone he confesses, “I wrote a song about you.” I can’t resist the urge to stop myself from tucking a loose strand of Owen’s hair out of his face as he speaks.

“You did?”

“Uh huh. And I made the guys practice all day so we could open with it tonight.”

“What kind of song is it?”

He proceeds to tell me about the rock and roll number he threw together in just a few hours due to how he derived inspiration from last night's events. My eyes widen in an amused sense of confusion.

“Just how derived exactly?”

“You’ll see.”

“Owen!” Both of our heads turn in the direction of the voice to find Charlie lifting the strap of his guitar over his head. Jeremy does the same but Taylor simply slings the guitar around his chest to hold the instrument across his back.

“I gotta go,” Owen states the obvious, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. He hesitates, not making any move to go on stage as I anticipated him to.

“What are you doing?”

“I think I need some kind of good luck from you if I’m gonna kill it out there, dollface.”

“You’re such a loser,” I say as sincerely as I can manage before rising up on my toes to place a kiss on Owen’s cheek. “I’ll stand in the front so you can look at me when you get nervous.”

“How considerate of you.”

“Now go before Charlie bites your head off!”

Owen runs onto the stage to take his place behind his drum kit. He looks into the wings to shoot me a cheeky wink and I suppress a smile before heading back out into the crowd.

Once I’m standing in front of the stage, I turn my head to look into the crowd. It’s pretty big for a band hardly anyone has heard of, but small for the general size of LA. I kind of prefer it this way. Instead of being packed into a venue I get to relax and know the band more intimately. Granted I’m a little less relaxed with Peter so fixated on me but I’ll get lost in the music eventually.

“I wanna thank every single one of you guys for coming to see us play. We are Radical Dreams, and this first song is called ‘Y/n’. Please enjoy, ” Charlie as the frontman introduces the set. Owen counts them in and the band kicks to life with a killer rock melody. I’m pleasantly surprised to learn Owen is on lead vocals for the song.

“Hey pretty girl, did you know you’re all I think about? I guess I’ve got it kinda bad Wanna scream it from the rooftops, shout it out Wanna make her boyfriend mad I wonder how he’ll react when I tell him that,” my jaw slightly drops as I hear the song for the first time. How much further is he gonna go?

“I fucked his girlfriend and now she’s mine I’m willing to give her all my time. Maybe you should have thought of that long before she slipped away.” Oh he really wasn’t kidding when he said these lyrics were derived from last night. Alex is wailing on his drums with a passion that only a true musician would possess. The killer guitar melody lifts the severity of the lyrics and I’m no longer afraid of what Peter may think; the heavy bass is reminiscent of my preexisting music taste, I can tell he sampled a bunch of different basslines to figure out a line for the song and holy shit did the hard work pay off.

“I fucked your girlfriend and now she’s mine I’m gonna give her all my time. You should’ve thought of that before she learned she liked me better anyway.”

I find myself captivated by how well the lyrics work sonically, and before I know it, the song comes to a close. The boys launch right into another song and another and another until their set finally comes to a close. I’m on such an adrenaline high with them and as Charlie tosses his guitar pick to a group of girls off stage right, I make my way backstage to greet them.

“That was insane!” I tell Taylor and Charlie when they’re off the stage.

“We couldn’t have done it without our muse in the front row.” Taylor is such a charmer I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m guessing Owen told you everything about yesterday…?” I ask, not sure if I want an honest answer.

“A little too in depth if you ask me,” Jeremy chimes in which causes all four of us to laugh through the awkwardness.

“Owen’s usually pretty closed off when it comes to relationships, but when he was telling us about you, we couldn’t get him to shut up.”

“I mean, I’m not that special.”

“Maybe he was just on a high from no longer being a virgin.” The four of us are practically crying with laughter when Owen finally approaches the group.

“What are you guys laughing about?” He asks but immediately abandons the question when he spots me standing among the three of them, “Y/n!” He’s practically beaming.

In a flurry of adrenaline, sweat, and joy, Owen pulls me into a hug and lifts me off my feet to twirl us in a circle. The action causes me to squeal in excitement before he finally sets me down.

“How’d we do?”

“It was incredible, Owen.”

“And the song I wrote… what did you think...?” he asks hesitantly.

“I thought it was very bold to tell my ex to his face that we fucked.” Owen blushes pink which I can see even in the dim lighting of the backstage area.

“I thought it might be too much but Charlie assured me I should write from what I feel so…”

“Well, I liked it.”

“Good, ‘cause it’s about you.” I breathe out a small laugh which causes Owen to smile back. “It’s true, though. I meant what I said--or I guess, sang.”

“About how you fucked me?”

“Well, that…” Owen nervously messes with the drumsticks in his hands. “And that I want you to be mine… that is, if you want to. Because if you don’t want to then that’s fine I don’t want to be one of those guys who ‘claims’ girls because that’s not cool and you’re your own person and-” To put him out of his misery and stop the rambling, I bunch the collar of Owen’s shirt in my right hand, and place the left on the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. His final words are muffled as his lips begin moving against mine, deepening the kiss like we didn’t just fuck each other twelve hours ago.

“Get a room!” Taylor groans, making Owen and I laugh into our shared kiss. I lean my head down to rest the crown against Owen’s chest, in hopes of concealing my embarrassment.

“And use protection. Our careers are just taking off, we don't need to lose a drummer to fatherhood just because you two couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Charlie’s addition makes me cover my face with my hands, but Owen only laughs harder. He then wraps an arm around my shoulders and uses the other to cradle my head against his sweaty torso.

“You’re just jealous because I’m the one getting laid for once and you’re not.”

“Owen, shut up!” I scold through an unconcealable smile. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of my head before whispering so only I can hear.

“What do you say we make use of the dressing room for a little bit?”

“Don’t they need you guys packed up and gone, like, right now?”

“I only need five minutes.”

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Please, Come Home

DINCEMBER - December 11 - “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

Summary: Din takes a job just before Life Day and wakes up to a message from his family.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: A ~lil~ spice, if you really, really squint... other than that just a really angsty Din Djarin, and sad times spent apart from his cyare.

Author’s Note: I’m slowly catching up on my Dincember prompts! Tomorrow is my last day in the classroom before Christmas break, so I’ll be able to really catch up soon. Again, this is pretty short, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Here’s the previous prompt: DINCEMBER - December 9 - “Let It Snow”

And the link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

It’s quiet on the Crest tonight, somber almost. 

Din hasn’t had a moment like this to himself for too many rotations to count, so he sits in the pilot’s seat, the Crest on autopilot, arms crossed and helmet-clad head leaned back onto the headrest as he watches the stars pass by. 

He’s been by himself for a few weeks now, but he doesn’t find the same peace in it that he used to. 

Before you, and the child, he longed for moments spent on his ship, amongst the stars to just… be. 

Now, he finds more peace when he’s sitting in his cabin with you and the child, snuggled up on the couch and under blankets as you quietly read aloud. 

Over the past few months, Din had started to take less odd jobs. You’d both been saving credits for awhile so that the two of you could take a break, spend some time with Grogu, and see a little bit more of the galaxy. 

This was his last big job for awhile, and he’d been tasked to hunt down a prince who had made a run for it during the middle of his own wedding ceremony. 

Din had wanted to turn it down at first, because he hadn’t been presented with any leads or a tracking fob, and he knew that the job posed the possibility of running into his family’s Life Day celebrations. 

You had encouraged him to take it, though, telling him that as soon as he returned you would have the bags packed and the three of you could embark on your adventure. 

Plus, the reward for the safe return of the prince had been very steep, and neither of you could think of a reason to pass that up. 

Over the weeks you’d been separated, Din had been receiving and sending holograms to you and the child. 

Some of them were silly, as you were often interrupted by Grogu impatiently jumping into the hologram to show his papa a new drawing he had made, or to model a new robe you had bought for him in the small marketplace just below the cabin. 

Some of the holograms were short but sweet, consisting of you giving Din a brief recap of your day, or of Din telling you good morning and that he loved you. 

Others were reserved for late, dark nights on the Crest, when Din missed you so much that he was forced to work with the videos you sent specifically for his eyes only. 

There were also one or two transmissions that he hated to think about. 

You had sent one to him late one night as he slept, when he knew you should have been resting as well, crying silently in your shared bedroom. You told him how much you missed him, how hard your day had been, and how all you wanted was to crawl into bed beside him and have him tell you everything would be okay. 

When he watched the message the next morning he found himself crying as well, finally acknowledging the fact that being apart for so long was taking its toll on the both of you. 

Unfortunately, he was unsure as to how much longer he would need to be away before he could return home, and just as he had suspected, Life Day had arrived in the blink of an eye. 

So, he sits now, in the pilot’s seat of the Crest, watching the stars as he awaits your transmission. 

He knows there is one coming, because Grogu will beg to show Din the new toys he had opened up, as if you and Din hadn’t been the ones to buy them. 

He smiles at the thought, knowing that he is waiting solely because you decided to spoil the child this Life Day, as if he wasn’t already spoiled enough. 

It would take at least an hour for him to open all of his presents, if not longer. 

Din finds himself laughing at the thought of Grogu becoming more enamored with the wrapping paper than the toy itself, as he had done in the past, and he can see the frustration, and love, written on your face as a result. 

At that thought, he feels a soft pang in his chest. 

He wants nothing more than to be there with you, sitting on the floor as your back rests against his chest, the both of you smiling at your kid as he has the time of his life. 

Din can almost feel the warmth radiating from the fireplace, and he can almost smell the fresh pine decorations and the Hoth chocolate you’ve made. 

Before he is granted the opportunity to slip further into his daydream, his console lights up with the familiar reminder that he has received a hologram. 

Din wastes no time in sitting up in his seat and clicking the button for the message to play. 

Suddenly, you are projected before him, the child in your lap as you both seem to look right at him. 

“Hello my love!” 

You call out, and he chuckles as Grogu squeals out a greeting as well. 

“We have officially opened up most of our presents, haven’t we?” 

You ask the child sitting in your lap, and he laughs at the way you make your voice sound funny when you ask him your question. 

“Of course we saved some for when you return, Din. I want you to see him when he opens his presents, okay? I want you to have those memories too.” 

Your voice wavers as you address him, and Din resituates himself in his seat to keep himself from focusing on the longing in your voice. You clear your throat and he is pulled back into the moment. 

“Okay, Grogu, show your papa your favorite gift,” at your words, the child lifts a stuffed animal from under his robe, proudly holding it out to the hologram. 

You laugh and so does Din. 

Grogu is obviously very proud to be showing his dad his new toy, which just so happens to be in the shape of a Sorgan frog. 

“Okay, now go get what I told you about,” you request through your laughter, and Grogu is quick to drop the toy in your lap and scramble down to run out of the frame. 

When he disappears you continue to watch him, to make sure he is executing whatever plan the two of you had concocted correctly. 

Din takes the opportunity to observe you for a moment. 

He notes that your hair has gotten longer, and that your smile still makes his insides weak. 

He also notices the way you fold your hands together in your lap to rest atop Grogu’s toy, and he thinks about how he would give anything to be sitting with you, holding your hands and pressing each knuckle to his mouth as you both wait on the kid to return. 

He thinks about how you would smile up at him, and how you would plant a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, just out of sight from Grogu. 

“You got it?” You question, and his thoughts return back to the hologram. 

Grogu babbles a response, and Din notices that he is pushing a box into the frame. 

When he is satisfied that the box is where it needs to be, he turns to you for confirmation. You nod excitedly at him and he scrambles back into your lap, his small eyes and ears just barely visible over the top of the present. 

“We have something for you to open up too, so we need you to come home soon.” 

Din can’t seem to focus on the present clearly meant for him, as all he can see are the tears that have begun making their way down your face. 

“Please come home, Din. We miss you. I miss you. I’m not sure how much longer…” 

Your voice trails off when the kid looks up at you as a result of the sudden quiver in your voice. 

“Tell papa goodbye, Happy Life Day, and that you love him,” you prompt, and Grogu manages to string together a couple of coos before he scrambles back out of your lap to go play with his new presents. 

“Seriously, Din, I miss you. Please come home soon, I cannot stand loving you from afar. And I do, I love you across any expanse in the galaxy, but I want to love you here, in our home. I see how hard you’re working to provide for both me and Grogu, but I want you here to experience that life you make with us.” 

You fall quiet for a moment as you ponder your words. 

“I love you, Din Djarin, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Happy Life Day.” 

With that, you blow a kiss into the hologram and the transmission stops. 

Din presses the correct buttons to stop the projection and to archive the transmission before he begins setting up his space to send his own. 

As the Crest prepares the proper technology, Din begins to talk to you as if you were there. 

“I am coming home soon, cyare. I will not rest until I hold you in my arms once more.”

Here’s the next prompt for Dincember: DINCEMBER - December 14 - Cold

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The Prince’s Favorite

pairing: ivar the boneless x reader

summary: reader is close to all the brothers, but this is just a glimpse into her relationship with the youngest son of ragnar. here is the first time her and ivar make love.

a/n: by the summary, ya’ll can tell this is smut so tread lightly with that if you’re underage. as always, the other parts of the series aren't required to be read to understand this but the masterlist will be linked here.

You couldn’t get away from the rumors even if you tried. Everybody in Kattegat was discussing the youngest princes sexual escapades, or lack thereof. You knew it was screwed up for his brothers to hook him up with Margrethe, but no matter how close you were with them you didn’t dare speak your mind.

It had been days since you saw your favorite prince and it was starting to take a toll on you. You missed him dearly. At first, you completely understood his want to be alone. You couldn’t imagine what was going through his head, Ivar was always way too hard on himself.

Ivar had taken to relying on his brothers help for whatever he needed, not wanting to hear the thralls whispering about him in his own chambers. He definitely would’ve killed them on the spot.

Rumors always made you uneasy. What kind of satisfaction do people get by talking about others? You could never understand. It was a disgusting trait some carried. Now, did you belive the rumors? Absolutely not. You knew Margrethe wasn’t a reliable source for information at all. You wouldn’t trust her with anything so it bothered you that other people did.

“Y/N!” A voice called, startling you out of your thoughts. You carried your eyes away from the crashing waves to find Floki stepping towards you. You gave the man a smile as you looked up at him.

“Hi Floki, how’re you?”

He returned your smile before sighing and plopping himself down onto the sand next to you. “I have been better, Y/N. Ivar has been...something these few days.” His voice held sadness and you could understand why. He cared for Ivar a great deal, not as much as you, you’d think.

You frowned, “I miss him. He hasn’t called for like usual and according to Hvitserk, i’m not allowed in his chambers. It’s quite boring around here without him around.” The tears welled up in your eyes, making you rush to wipe them away. Floki didn’t need to see you cry.

“Oh dear,” He wrapped a comforting arm around you and squeezed. “It’s alright. Everybody knows you and Ivar can’t be apart for long.”

“Will you tell him I miss him?” You asked as you stood up, wiping sand off your skirts. The sun was setting so you decided it was best to head back.

Floki nodded, “Of course. Take care, Y/N.”

Sleep hadn’t been coming easy to you whatsoever. You were so used to sleeping in Ivar’s chambers, just feet away from him. Or even wrapped up in his arms on nights that were particularly cold. Ever since the incident, as you referred to it now, all your belongings had been moved to a completely different area.

“Ivar wants his space” is what Ubbe mumbled as he watched the thralls set up your new sleeping arrangements. You couldn’t even argue, too hurt to do so.

After huffing for what felt like the thousandth time, your body was finally succumbing to sleep. Until your door creaked open and a candlelight flooded the tiny room.

“Wha-” You whispered as your vision cleared enough to make out Ivar making his way to your bed. “Ivar?”

His head was hung as he hauled himself up and covered himself in your furs. You immediately scooted over, making room for him. You stared with curious eyes as he looked everywhere around the room but at you. He looked angry, his plump lips set in a frown. Just as you were about to break the silence, he spoke.

“I heard from a little bird that you missed me.” There was a teasing tone in his voice. So he wasn’t completely pissed, you thought.

You sighed, “I did.”

Ivar looked your way and you finally got a good look at him. He looked tired. Upset. Worn down. You hated seeing him like that. Somehow your body moved closer to him and you reached for his hand which he let you grab. “I missed you so much. Days I have to spend away from you are absolute torture.” You didn’t care how needy you sounded, you meant every word.

“Why would you want to spend time with me?” His question came out sharp, which only made you hold his hand tighter. “According to Margrethe I am useless, broken. Haven't you heard? I can't get my cock up.” He let out a sarcastic laugh that only angered you.

“Haven’t you heard? I care about you and that means I like being around you. I, for one don’t listen to rumors that get started by whores like Margrethe.” You snapped, shoving his hand away from you and turning to face the wall. You knew better than to snap at your prince, but he upset you by talking badly about himself like that.

Ivar sighed and you heard him shuffling till he was close enough to pull you back towards him. You were now on his lap, flush against him, your back to his chest as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. “So you don't believe her?” His voice was much quieter than before.

“I do not.” You spoke with such confidence it only spurred you on to keep talking. “It was your first time, was it now?” He nodded his head against you. “You were nervous, that is normal. I can only assume your body made itself not work on purpose. I mean, who would want their first time to be with such a woman like Margrethe?” You breathed out a laugh.

Ivar’s arms tightened around your middle. “Who else would want me?” He growled, getting upset once again.

You were quick to turn yourself as best you could to face him. His usually crystal clear eyes were now a darker shade. “I know of someone,” You whispered, your eyes glancing down to his lips. The way he looked at you made you shiver. Ivar was the one to lean in first, his lips pushing against yours so softly you weren’t sure they were really there. You were a little more forceful as you turned your body fully so you were straddling him. Your hands were on his shoulders, steadying yourself as he gripped your waist tightly.

“Wait,” He panted, pushing you slightly away. He hung his head as he tried regaining his breathing. “I-I can’t, Y/N. I will not make a fool out of myself again. Not in front of you.” His voice was back to that tight coldness you hated.

“You won’t.” You promised. Reaching for his face, you made him meet your eyes. “You are not useless or broken or any of those things she said. Will you let me show you? Please?”

Ivar sighed as his eyes bore into yours. “How will you do that?”

A grin graced your lips, “We start slowly. Take off my dress.” You pulled back enough to where he could grab the end of your night dress and pull it over you. Ivar’s eyes immediately stuck to your breasts. His hands were limp at his sides which made you giggle. “You can touch.” Receiving permission, he brought a hand to your left breast and gently squeezed, making you let out a groan. His eyes were clouded with lust upon hearing that. He did the same with your other, only getting more heavenly sounds from you.

“As much as I love you touching me there, I’d like you to remove your top.” You pawed at his thin tunic until he got the hint and nearly ripped it off. You loved his chest. He was so toned and you didn’t want to get started on his arms. Having them wrapped around you was a dream.

You began kissing his neck, sucking softly here and there until you got what you wanted from him. Noises. Ivar reacted pretty strong once you bit down on a certain spot. Your tongue quickly shot out to soothe it a bit before you pulled back to face him. His lip was caught between his teeth as he stared at you. “Are you trying to mark me?”

“Maybe. I’ll let you do it to me if I can do it to you.” You reasoned which he seemed to like. Ivar’s mouth was on your neck within seconds, your reactions only seemed to motivate him to be rougher. He bit and sucked till you were begging him to do more. Your hips had been moving against him the entire time and you were sure that you were soaked. “I need for you to touch me.” You begged.

Ivar’s hand traveled up and down your body, always missing where you needed him the most. “Ivar, please,”

The only things separating your bottom halves were your very thin and very soaked underwear and his pants that were starting to tighten on him.

His brows furrowed as he felt something he hadn’t before. You grinded against him and he swore he could feel your wetness. “I need to-” You huffed as you maneuvered a way to slip your underwear off. “Your turn.” You whispered as he watched the fabric fall from your fingers.

Slightly shaking, Ivar motioned for you to move off him which you did rather impatiently. He busied himself by unhooking the straps that hid his legs, shocked to see a tent forming at his groin. He finished undressing himself and looked down in disbelief.

“Y/N…” His voice wavered as you grinned.

“I told you, my prince. It only took the right girl to get you going.” Without another word, Ivar had dragged you back to his lap. You held yourself up on his shoulders as his hands shook at your hips.

“Let me guide you.” You reached between your bodies to grab him and move him to your entrance, immediately sighing as your body welcomed him into you. His hands no longer shook as he gripped you and hissed. He was sure to leave marks, but you couldn’t care less.

“Oh my prince,” You groaned. Having him fully in you felt amazing. In all the years of your relationship, you had only hoped you’d get to be with him in this way. “Can I move?” You looked at him through your eyelashes which drove him crazy.

He could only nod, too in shock to make a coherent sentence. You took the reigns, not like you minded, and started moving your body; up and down. The noises Ivar was making only encouraged you to move faster, your own release coming up. It’d been so long since you were with someone and by Ivar’s size, you were being touched in all the right places.

Ivar’s arms wrapped around your middle and kept you grounded to him as he bucked his hips up into you. His mouth latched into your shoulder and bit down hard, making you let out the loudest moan he’d heard. He was sure his brothers heard that. The thought only boosted his ego even more.

Your moans turned into whispered chants of his name, making him grin wildly. Somehow he knew you were as close to finishing as he was. His mouth was at the shell of your ear when he spoke, “Let go, my Y/N.”

And so you did.

And so did Ivar.

Your body lay limp in his arms, your head in the crook of his neck as you both tried to catch your breath. His arms stayed around you almost as if he was afraid you’d run if he loosened up.

“Ivar,” You pulled away a bit to look at his face. His gorgeous, almost fully zoned out face. His eyes roamed your face as his mouth was slightly open. You giggled at his expression which seemed to break him out of his trance, his eyes blinking a few times. “How was that?” You just had to ask.

He let out a huff, a smile appearing on his lips. “How was that? Gods Y/N, i’m not broken! You made me not broken - you healed me!” He exclaimed, pulling you flush against him again.

You laughed, “I did no such thing, my prince.” His words warmed your heart. You would do anything in your power to keep that smile on his face. As if it was normal, you peppered kisses along his neck and jawline, finally stopping at his lips. Ivar was hungry for you, he always was. Your make out session continued till neither of you could really breathe.

“Are you staying?” You asked as he made himself comfortable on your bed, wrapping the furs around you both.

He looked almost offended that you asked. “Of course I am. What, am I supposed to go back to my chambers where Hvitserk is slumped against my bed? No, i’d much rather be here with you.” He pecked your forehead before settling and closing his eyes. “Sleep now, my Y/N.”

Your cheeks burned as your head rested on his chest. “Yes, my prince.”

The other sons of Ragnar were going to get an earful from Ivar in the morning. He was not broken. The gods didn’t make him broken

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