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kirislovelygf · 10 months ago

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cove of lovers (kiri x fem! metkayina reader)

contents: flirting, meeting for the first time, kiri being shy in the beginning, love at first sight, friends to lovers, wlw fluff <33

wrd count: 2.5k

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the sound of the horn took y/n’s attention from my sister, tsireya. we were relaxed on the rocks of the edge of the reef, gossiping like always.

and these flying giant bird creatures had approached the island. she saw them circle around, looking for a place to land before finally landing on the beach.

“i’ve never seen those animals before.” tsireya said.

“me neither. let’s go see who they are.” y/n replied to her. the girls dove into the water and clicked, calling their ilu over before mounting them.

they swam to the beach where many more villagers had gathered around to see the new people.

tsireya started walking ahead of her sister once they reached the shallow water before the beach.

y/n found a couple of her friends and started asking them about the newcomers, but they had just as little idea as she did.

they circled around the blue-skinned family wearing leaves and string and crystals and flowers, items you’d find in the forest.

“look at how strong the father is..” one chuckled.

“aw the little one is so cute!”

“the boys are even cuter..” another continued.

they giggled amongst themselves, and y/n stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes landed on kiri. she made her friends bump into her, all complaining.

kiri was putting on a brave face when really she was nervous. especially when she glanced and saw y/n staring dead at her.

her friends noticed and started giggling even more.

“someone caught your eye?” one of them laughed. y/n shushed them and shoved them away.

“you’ll scare her away!” she hissed.

“no you will. if you keep staring.” one of them chuckled. the friends dispersed and left y/n alone.

she went and found her sister and brother to stand by but y/n never stopped looking at kiri.

no na’vi has ever caught her attention like this before. y/n didn’t believe in love at first sight but this might be where she changes her mind.

she zoned out until she saw her mother hissing at the other woman, neytiri, and got overwhelmingly embarrassed. she zoned out again until her father said her name.

“my daughter, tsireya, y/n, and my son, ao’nung will show your children what to do.” he said.

“huh?” she mumbled.

he looked at his daughter confused before he argued with ao’nung.

“oh- come! we’ll show you our village.” y/n said eagerly.

jake sully’s family went to take their things from the ikran they flew in on and y/n immediately went to greet her new crush.

“here, let me help you with this.” she said, catching a bag that kiri almost dropped.

kiri smiled. “thank you.” she nodded.

“of course.” she shrugged. y/n carried the bag while kiri picked up another.

“what is your name?” she asked her.

“oh, my name is kiri. it’s nice to meet you.” she nodded.

“you too. this shawl..” she picked up the net that cling to kiri’s shoulders. “it’s very pretty.”

“aw, thank you. i made it myself.” kiri smiled.

“well, i’d love it if you could show me how to make one.” y/n said.

“yeah, of course.” she nodded. the girls walked across the beach, following kiri’s family to their empty marui.

“we will be together tomorrow but for now, you all can relax and get settled into your new home.” she said to kiri as they were about to enter.

“okay.” kiri nodded. y/n’s smile faded when she saw kiri was frowning.

“i know the new environment must be intimidating.” she said softly.

kiri looked at the girl. “it’s very different from the forest.”

“i can imagine. but i’m here to help you. the sea and the reef is a wonderful place to live, i think you’ll fall in love with it quickly.” she smiled.

kiri looked around the maruis that hung above the clear blue water. then she looked up at y/n.

“yeah.. i hope so. thank you for your kindness, y/n.” she said. she put her hand on her shoulder and rubbed it for a moment before walking inside.

“bye.” y/n smiled. she waved to the rest of the family and walked away with her sister.

“someone has a crush.” tsireya teased.

“make fun of me all you want, i don’t care.” y/n laughed.

the next day comes around and kiri’s and y/n meet up with the rest of the kids and they dove into the water to explore the reef.

y/n and kiri mostly swam together and she was patient with the forest girl. she’d follow her every time she needed to come up for air and would dove back in constantly.

“i’m sorry if i’m getting annoying.” kiri laughed after gasping for a moment.

“don’t worry. i wouldn’t expect you to be able to hold your breath for a long time right as you arrive.” y/n laughed.

“i don’t know how you do it. can you breathe underwater?” she asked.

“no, i’m not a fish.” y/n chuckled. kiri laughs along.

“i’ll teach you later how to hold your breath. it takes some practice.” y/n nodded.

kiri nodded and the girls dove back in to explore the shallow reefs where the coral sprouted out from the soft ocean floors.

fish and creatures of all kinds of colors and shapes swam gracefully in front of them.

y/n encouraged kiri to touch the fish gently and watched as kiri’s fingers hesitantly went to touch the scales of a fish.

she jolted back when the fish suddenly swam away. they both laughed at the occurrence.

y/n watched kiri with admiration as she watched the sea life around her.

her eyes were filled with curiosity and love for the life in front of her.

the girls went back up for air and they waited on the shore for the others to come back.

“after this, i’ll teach you to ride ilu.” she said to kiri as she picked up seashells.

“is that like riding an ikran?” kiri asked.

“uhm, no. ilu can’t fly. but they’re very fast, so you have to hold on tight and have good form.” she said to her.

“oh.. seems easy enough.” kiri shrugged.

the other kids found them on the shore and led them to the ilu pen. it was a large shallow pool guarded by boulders so they couldn’t get out and leave the reef.

y/n and her siblings called them out, enough for the teenagers to ride on.

tuk was old enough to ride her own but she still enjoyed petting them.

“okay, kiri. this is xilana. she’s calm but can get excited.” y/n said, letting the head of a dark green ilu with crystal blue stripes.

“okay..” kids said, her voice wavering a bit.

y/n laughed slightly. “here, jump on.” she patted the saddle and kiri jumps on, pulling her braid over her shoulder.

“okay.. now make the bond.” i held up the ilu’s kuru, where she would attach her queue.

“when we ride ilu..” i watched as he started breathing heavily in fear as the ilu started thrashing around slightly.

“..and make the bond with them, they share their breath with us. so we can hold our breath for longer underwater.” she explained.

“okay.. okay.” kiri said, trying to take deep breaths.

“relax.. feel her breath. match it. then tell her to go.” y/n said. she stepped back as kiri nodded.

“oh! also, she is really fast, so hold on very tight.” y/n said.

“okay.. go?” she said hesitantly. the ilu squealed and dove into the water.

kiri took a quick deep breath and they dove into the water, hailing speed the farther they went.

“hold on, kiri!” y/n called out, forgetting she can’t hear under the water.

she ducked her head under the water and watched as kiri held on tight. she got xilana to turn around and swim back toward the.

y/n smiled and rose back up, cheeeing for kiri.

“you did it!! on the first try, kiri!” she yelled out as kiri popped up from the water.

she laughed out and was still trying to catch her breath.

tsireya and kiri’s siblings were cheering for her too while ao’nung and his friends just watched.

they didn’t master ilu riding on the first try.

kiri jumped off, gently took her queue and went to y/n.

“you weren’t joking about how fast she was.” she laughed while wringing the water from her hair.

“but you did so well! xilana trusts you now.” y/n told her, as the ilu swam over.

she squealed in excitement, flapping one of her fins and splashing water on them.

as everyone else practiced riding the ilu, which took multiple attempts, y/n and kiri went to practice ilu riding in the deeper areas of the reef where they could dove freely.

y/n jumped on her ilu while kiri nervouldy mounted xilana.

“you still nervous, forest girl?” y/n teased.

“nervous? i’m excited. excited to beat you.” kiri chuckled.

“oh sure. ready?” y/n nodded.

kiri took hold of the saddle and got into position. y/n chuckled slightly.

“3… 2,1, go!” y/n rushed to count down and dove sooner than kiri.

“hey, you cheater!” kiri dove in quickly after her and the two raced together in the deep reef past animals and coral, around rocks, all while smiling widely.

the two girls swam in circles together until finally reaching their finishing line, entrance of the cove of ancestors.

y/n breathed out as she broke the surface, looking around for kiri.

the girl caught up to her a moment later, laughing while wiping the water from her face.

“you cheated! you have yourself a head start!” kiri yelled out.

“uh- no! you lost fairly.” y/n shrugged like she didn’t absolutely cheat.

kiri nods. “fine. don’t expect to win when we race home.”

y/n giggled with her as the two floated together. kiri’s gaze fell to the giant cove.

“what’s this place you said? cove of what?” kiri asked.

“the cove of ancestors. we hold many ceremonies here, it’s our most sacred place.” y/n said.

“wow.. it’s so beautiful. are we allowed in?” she asked.

“no, my mother would kill me if she found out i was messing around here.” y/n said to her.

“well.. we don’t have to tell her.” kiri said in a song-song tone. she smiled at y/n trying to convince her.

“hmmm..”

“come on. just for a little bit.” kiri continued.

y/n looks at her and couldn’t deny. the way kiri pleaded with her eyes made y/n fall head over heels.

“fine. okay, but don’t tell your siblings!” y/n grumbled.

“i promise i won’t say a thing.” kiri said. they swam into the cove and swam toward the shore where they could walk around.

“what kind of ceremonies do you guys do here?” kirk asked as they walked together on the sand.

“weddings… first communions.. funerals.. uhm, coronations. my parents’ coronations were here when they became olo’eyktan and tsahík.” y/n told her.

“oouu, cool. so when you become tsahík, you’ll have the ceremony here.” kiri asked.

“well, no. my brother will be the olo’eyktan and then my sister will be tsahík. unless he marries a woman and she takes the position.” y/n said.

kiri turned to face her and started walking slowly backwards to talk to y/n.

“why wouldn’t you be next in line?”

y/n shrugs. “it’s not something i would be fit to do. my sister is much more prepared for that than i ever could be.”

“hm.. well, i don’t know you that well, but i think you could do an amazing job.” kiri smiled.

y/n blushed and smiled, looking down to avoid eye contact.

“thank you. uhm..”

“don’t tell me i make you nervous.” kiri teased again.

“i’m not- you don’t- wh- okay, wait-“ she starts to stutter and stumble over words and kiri just giggled, making it harder.

“stop making me stutter. it’s not funny, it’s embarrassing!” y/n laughed out.

“it’s not just funny..” kiri takes. a strand of y/n’s hair and gently brushes it away from her face.

“it’s cute.” she smiled. kiri walked ahead, leaving y/n in shock.

the girls walked around a while longer until they realized it was time to get home before they started sending out search parties.

kiri was rambling on about her home in the forest. her friends, her home, her favorite things to do, everything.

y/n just sat and listened to her talk about everything she loved.

“can i ask you something?” y/n spoke as the girls floated together.

they were just then entering the reef together after swimming and talking for a bit.

“sure.” kiri shrugs.

“why did your family come here? from how you talk about the forest, it sounds like there wasn’t any reason to leave.” y/n shrugged.

“oh.. yeah. my dad, well.. it’s a long story. but these sky people, dreamwalkers, they tried to hurt me and my siblings. and my friend, spider.” kiri explained.

“aw..”

“and my parents said it wasn’t safe, so we left to someplace far away where they couldn’t hurt us.” kiri shrugged.

“were you hurt?” y/n asked. “not extremely, no.” kiri replied.

“wow.. i heard stories about dreamwalkers. sky people that lived as na’vi. but they can’t all be bad.” y/n shrugged.

“you’re right. they’re not.” kiri said.

“cause you’re one… right?”

“what? no, no. my dad was an avatar, but he gave up his human form to live as a na’vi. same with my mom, but she passed away.” kiri said.

y/n’s face was… well beyond confused.

“but.. your mother’s... over there.” y/n pointed to neytiri and ronal on ilu doing their own training session.

“ohh.. no, i meant my biological mother. i’m adopted” kiri

“see? that makes much more sense.”

“yeah, sorry.” kiri laughs.

they paused for a moment and y/n watched kiri’s smile fade.

“i miss home. nobody there treated me like i was different.” kiri spoke softly.

y/n swam a bit closer, close enough to touch her.

she then looks up at her. “except you. you’ve been nothing but kind.” kiri sighed.

“why would i treat you any differently than anyone else?” y/n shrugged.

kiri watched her expression. had her skin always glowed up like that?

“uhm..”

“y/n! kiri! we’re gonna go eat, come on!” lo’ak yelled out from afar.

“okay!” kiri yelled back.

she looked back at y/n. “race you?”

“sure.”

“great, let’s go.” kiri dove in without even counting down, which was worse than what y/n did.

“hey!” y/n laughed before driving in after her.

the girls raced back to the village and ate with their friends for an hour or two before heading home.

kiri and y/n couldn’t wait to hang out together again.

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thebelugawhalefriend · 10 months ago

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Feathers - Rengoku x Reader

CW: DEMON SLAYER SPOILERS, Gore, Death, Afterlife

Note: The "Feather Breathing" mentioned here is something I tried to draw up as the reader's custom breathing technique. Apologies if it isn't up to Demon Slayer canon ^^ Also, do let me know if you want a continuation 👀

Before you stood a monster of crimson and ink black. Formed into a wolfish monster of gargantuan proportions. Its body was covered in bloodied maws as tyrades of limbs clung onto the sides of buildings. This was no upper or lower rank demon, and yet it still had an animalistic prowess to kill and overpower. Colleagues below and over you litter the streets with claw and bite marks torn through their flesh and bones. Civilians laid next to them with their shared fate.

"Stay behind me! I'll protect you!"

You stood right in front of two children, a boy and a girl holding each other in horror. If you were drawn to do anything, it was to protect these two with your life. One giant orange eye opens from the main head's temple with its maw opening to roar down. Sword in hand, you readied your next attack...

"Feather breathing..."

A style passed on from generations of your own swordsman family. Your mother had taught you from an early age ever since your father's passing. She had to step up to the plate he left as protector, return to her role as an instructor for you.

"Third form, Gentle Swipes!"

The attack was four swipes all aimed at its false heads, gentle as to not disturb the whiskers it could use to detect your moves. Now with those threats gone, you could-

"(Y/N)! Damn it, fall back!"

The Hashira assigned is here- The Wind Hashira.

Yet, you couldn't find the heart to fall back and cower. Not when you were so CLOSE to defeating this beast!

"Feather breathing, first form!"

"(Y/N)!"

The Hashira could only stand in front of the two children you sought to protect in the first place. He was absolutely left at a loss, given the job Kyojuro left him before his passing.

"Bird's Calling!"

You took one giant swipe at its neck, the feathers from your attack dancing and swaying with your swing. Anyone watching could've sworn they heard a hawk's cry upon your strike.

Just... A little... More strength-

CLASH!

Did... Did you kill it? You could feel your vision blurring rapidly, yet a warm feeling came over you. A feeling of triumph, perhaps? Yet, through the falling feeling, you could just barely glimpse at the work you'd done.

"DAMN IT- (Y/N)! HANG ON!"

His words fell deaf upon your ears. The beast before you held your blade only partly into its bleeding neck. As for you? Ruby red poured from you and dribbled above your sight during your fall. Little could you tell that a giant bite had been taken from your side, leaving little of yourself in tact. It wasn't until the fall ended that you finally blacked out from the impact.

...

"My love?"

"Kyo...?"

"Darling?"

"Where..."

"Why are you laying on the floor?"

Curious red eyes peer down into you, a smile sprawled across his face. None of the pain followed you into this reality. The only warmth you felt now was this reunion. You know him! And yet, mourning and crying didn't come to mind in this paradise. You could only leap up and bring him in for a tight hug.

"Kyojuro! I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Of course you would! I've always been here!"

"In this place?"

Your eyes wander curiously around the serene scene. Doves cooed and awed inside the treetops, while butterflies and bees all peacefully made their way to the lilies and irises. Leaves from the tree drooped and blossomed in what seemed to be an eternal spring.

"Not just this place, but with you. I always stayed with you in spirit... In heart."

He presses a gentle hand onto your heart, bringing back that familiar and burning hot love you'd felt all this time since you first met him. Your own hand goes to caress his hand, but you couldn't feel much of him.

"Is this it? Do I get to come back to you?"

Your words sounded excited, but the flame hashira only let out a hearty laugh.

"As if I would let my love die so young!"

His hands move to hold yours, looking into you with a new softness.

"You've been destined for greater than dying for nothing. Unlike myself, you've got much more life to live. A generation to raise and inspire, friends to support..."

He pulls you closer to him, now staring right down into you.

"It was always my duty to protect you and my friends. I have done so and will keep doing so... And so will the people I have trusted to care for you."

Your heart couldn't take just how sweet yet heartbreaking his words were. How you found out about his passing was Tanjiro's word, who'd taken the journey to your home to tell you of your love's passing. And yet, one thing stayed on your mind about his words.

"But I wouldn't have died for nothing, Kyo. I would have died protecting two children who've got even longer lives to lead. Even the littlest of lives are worth fighting for..."

With that, another one of his characteristics laughs erupt from his core, patting your head with a large and flashy smile.

"You always reminded me of that whenever you got yourself into trouble before! In fact, didn't you tell that to Sanemi when he almost killed that spider during training?"

"The spider didn't do anything to deserve a death under his foot! Much too smelly and honorless..."

Now this got a laugh from both of you, a weakness now taking over and bringing you to your knees. Kyojuro's smile softens into concern as he kneels down next to you.

"It's time for you to go, my love."

"Wait- Kyo, please, I waited for so long to see you again! Please..."

His hands come to cusp your face, placing a kiss to your lips for but one moment.

"I will still be here. For my sake, live your life to the fullest instead of waiting for death. Find another love and bring them peace. Continue to protect even the smallest of lives, no matter what you may face."

"You're asking for so much..." Your eyes well into large tears, the searing pain stopping you from absolutely sobbing, "I could never love another like I love you! I want nothing more than to wait for us to be together again!"

He tries to speak up, but your tears wound him too much for him to even utter a word.

"Every time a door opens, a part of me thinks you'll be there again! I'll have dreams about when we would eat together! You can't ask that I forget all of what we have just for another man to never live up to what you left...!"

He begins to hush you with a soft voice, pulling you in for a tight embrace. Kyojuro's own eyes pool into pained tears.

"I never asked that you forget me. I too want to meet you again... But like feathers, we must follow the winds of change. Take your time to dance in the breeze before you fall, because you? You deserve the full life that I never got to live. Heal, live, and I will wait patiently. Love again too, for your own sake. You will have my blessing, but only if the person you fall for can love you like I have."

Paradise begins to fade against your will, but your body tries hard to stay. In an attempt to get you to relax, he lifts up your chin and places a warm kiss to them. As it works, the vision fades quicker and quicker.

"I love you, (Y/N). Remember that..."

"(Y/N)..."

"(Y/N).."

"(Y/N)!"

"S-sir, you must not disturb the patients!"

The room feels so familiar... Oh, right, the injuries must have left you completely unconscious. Yet, the rough voice calling felt so... Comforting.

"Does it look like I give a shit?! I need to know if they're ALIVE!"

"They've b-been in a coma for weeks! I promise you t-they're alive-"

"... Mister Shinazugawa...? What are you..."

Both the Hashira and the helper fell completely silent upon your awakening. No one was confident you were even going to make it with a pierced kidney and a torn intestine. And yet, here you are, breathing and even talking.

"THEY WERE AWAKE AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!"

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?!"

The ruckus erupts a small chuckle from you, which only causes a rough cough. The girl fighting with Sanemi had quickly left him behind to calm you down.

"(Last Name), please! You can't be disturbing your body so soon- Your injuries are too severe!"

The white haired boy stood at the doorway in pure awe, almost unbelieving that you were alive.

"I-I must let everyone know you're awake! Oh- they'll be so relieved!"

With that, the helper ran from the room to leave you two alone. For a moment, you could catch Sanemi's look of shame.

"Mister-?"

"Please. Sanemi is fine."

The gesture brought a soft blush to your face, watching him slowly make his way to the side of your bed.

"You look like you'll die any moment if you try anything."

"I'm not going to yet, Sanemi. I told someone close to me that I wouldn't let myself yet..."

"The same one who made me promise to protect you?"

"I'm sure that is he."

A long silence falls between you both.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

"Huh?"

"I broke that promise to him. I couldn't get to you in time..."

You raise an eyebrow towards him, letting out a weak laugh.

"Kyo's the one you have to apologize to, not me. Besides, it was my choice to throw myself in danger..." You pause for a moment, "Are the children alright?"

"Physically, yes. But, they've been orphaned."

"..." Your thoughts escape you for only a moment, "Is it possible to have them sent to my mother's estate?"

"Excuse me?"

"She's still relatively young enough to still keep watching young ones. It's important that they find somewhere to call home."

"You don't know if they have family to turn to, (Y/N)! Besides, why would you care after they almost got you killed?!"

"Someone reminded me that... Even the littlest of lives are important to care for. Every feather should have strong winds to guide them through life."

#rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kny kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader

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wrenly-05x · 2 months ago

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some of my poems

body:

she didn’t want you for your body

she wanted you for your love

she reminded you of a toddy

while you remind her of a dove

she wished you wouldn’t use her

she wanted your love to run free

but this is hard

when you break her heart into shard

she’s like glass

she can break easier then you may imagine

she’s just your “lass”

i guess this had to happen

you’ve proven to her your js a boy

not a man

your just a playboy

was this your plan?

to break an innocent girls heart

she wanted to show you her art

but you didn’t care

she called you her “hug bear”

once you realised she wouldn’t give you her body

that she wouldn’t be your “toddy”

you left

you should be charged with theft

sexual assault:

its the sad thought of that one man

the man who cannot be named

as if he was named

you would be blamed

as a woman

the fear or a mans hands at night

his greedy finger tips

afraid that he may bite

afraid of the touchy bits

afraid that if you spoke up that you’d be blamed

as the man who cannot be named

said to them “but she was wearing”

what about her caring

what about her concent

the victim knows you did it with intent

yet you still deny it

you still deny the bit

where your fingers tips touched her body

remind yourself now, that she’s not your toddy

she’s not a toy

that your just a boy

not a man

as if you were a man,m

you would act as such

you wouldn’t have had to touch

her body is a fortress

you’ve put her in distress

you’ve given her trauma and pain

why couldn’t you have just used your brain?

if you used your brain

she wouldn’t be in this strain

all it takes is one relapse:

relapsing every night

he is not alright.

did anyone care at all

he felt so small

like anything could knock him down

he felt like a clown

all his confidence was lost

he went ghost

the blade was his only friend

somehow he managed to pretend

until he made a friend

and the friendship didn’t end

this time it was real

it was the real deal

him and his friend against the world

but soon he was feruled

a relapse

and everything seemed to collapse

he couldn’t pretend anymore

it all came to an end.

gods son:

one pill, two pills, three pills

he can’t seem to play the bills

his heads messy

he gets called “stressy”

he downs the pills

school says he has no skills

he’s dyslexic

people say he’s sick

nobody understands his pain

and he doesn’t use Gods name in vein

he wants a girlfriend

who doesn’t expect him to “send”

he’s Gods little boy

he’s not going to want to be a toy

but there’s a problem

he’s tired of the boredom

lonely, he’s mad

alone, he’s sad

wanted a hug from an angel:

she’s alone,

he’s above,

she’s wearing her clone,

he is her dove,

they long each other,

she needs another,

he’s dead,

she lies alone in her bed

missing him,

she’s slowly turning slim,

jealousy:

she watches them post each other

she needs another

her heart is slowly breaking

she’s shaking

no pain can compare to her heartache

she remembers the lake

jumping over it with him

she’s dim

she doesn’t know what to do when she sees him in reality

no one will ever agree

but she loves him still

he went for the kill

all her friends say he’s “horrible”

but she still thinks he is and was adorable

love:

love, love, love,

he reminds her of a dove,

she looks at his green eyes,

when she sees him she becomes paralysed,

lost in his mind,

he is so kind,

she is his,

he is hers,

no love can compare to these two,

as they lay under the sky as it turns blue,

but there is a problem,

he has jealousy issues,

she has commitment issues,

she runs when she feels the need,

but she doesn’t mean to mislead,

he gets angry and cries when he’s jealous,

angry, he is overzealous.

they are just the typical love birds

poem:

i can’t be bothered to be the writer,

why can’t i be the one wrote about?

the soft love poems,

the deep heart felt messages,

i’m always the one with the pen,

but never the ink on the page,

my mum always told me i have a big heart,

but i think i’m just scared of being left behind,

because even though i want to be the poem,

i’m always the one writing the story.

Wanting to be loved:

in the depths of my soul,

in the parts i cannot control,

my inner child sits,

the loneliness hits,

longing for a loved one,

but i find every-time i love, i run,

afraid, i leave,

afraid i’ll have to grieve,

i have commitment issues.

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catb-fics · 8 months ago

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what is each of your Van's favourite pet name?

Thank you for this ask I love doing these little headcanon things for my characters xxx

❤️ Red Van - babe, baby, love, honey, will always refer to you as his girl (even when you’re not - especially when you’re not - this boy gets jealous as hell even when he has no business being jealous)

💗 Dad Van - love, my love, babe, honey, sweet pea, beautiful, love of my life (when he’s creeping around you) some silly sickly sweet pet names he’s made up for you too like cupcake or angel-face or something like that, would refer to you as “the missus” to his mates

💙 Ice Cold Van - angel, darlin’, sweetheart, honey, definitely “my girl” (spoken with a possessive edge like he’d slit the throat of anyone who’d dare look at you)

🖤 Prof Van - my good girl, bad girl (you love being both equally) my pretty little slut, my needy little whore, much worse in the heat of the moment but you don’t mind him calling you anything degrading as long as he puts “my pretty/perfect little” in front of it, you’ll be his sweet girl when you’re down on your knees for him and he’s telling you your mouth’s like heaven

💖 I’m With the Band Van - this boy is cheeky enough to call you every pet name under the sun! Love, princess, honey, sweetheart, sugar, doll, sexy, gorgeous, kitten, he’d definitely have some sort of nickname for affectionately teasing you that might be a silly play on your name or like “titch” if you’re little or something, would definitely refer to you as “his bird” if you were dating

❤️‍🔥 Devil Next Door Van - love or darlin’ (said with that signature sexy little smirk of his that he knows winds you up as you think he’s being condescending, but it also gets you flustered af)

🤍 Single Dad Van - love, babe (would start out cautiously using pet names when you first start seeing him as he’s a bit rusty in the whole dating etiquette thing and also he worries he’s being too familiar). Would be soft af and just like Dad Van when things get serious though.

💜 Pure Van - my sweet/precious girl, my perfect angel, little bird, little dove, he’d probably call you “his world” or “his moon and stars” or something like that. Yeah I know he’s a demon but you’re so fragile and sweet and innocent, you bring out an intensely protective and soft side to him that no one else gets to see.

🩶 Playing Hard to Get Van - he’d be a combination of Red Van and like a watered-down version of Prof Van, love, baby, sweetheart, he might play with softly degrading you when you’re in bed but nothing too harsh as he worries about offending you, so you’d be his dirty/filthy girl with lots of praise

Sorry I got carried away! Did I miss anyone out?

Most of my Van’s use ‘love’ mainly because I can just imagine irl Van using this pet name all the time!

#vanfic #character headcanons

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sunnylands-world · 2 years ago

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A/n: Hope this helps you write for draco. I wrote this because I read that the Characters should always act as they would in the movies or shows their in so I tried my best to be honest and truly think about what draco is like. This is based off my opinion. I will be doing death eater draco, and other people I like. let me know if you think of things to add! 💙

Tease

doesn't want to be seen crying

acts different in front of his friends

scary but talks a big game

says mean shit [not to you in particular unless he's upset and says it by accident]

cocky

shows off

waste money on stuff for you

interrupts your studying

Definitely says sexual stuff to get you hot and bothered in public and doesn't care if others hear

probably is into experimenting new positions and things during sex

brags

thinks he's above others

doesn't like your guy friends

jealous

goes the extra mile for dates etc

gives you his ring because he secretly plans to marry you and it is like a way of telling him you've said yes but you're oblivious to it

acts emotionless around you but once he's sure you won't judge tells you everything

talks to his mom about you

sneaks into your room or sneaks you into his or around the castle

pretends not to be madly in love with you but is

very protective of you

won't wake you up if you sleep in

runs his fingers through your hair while you sleep on his chest

talks to you while you sleep

definitely holds you in a tight grip afraid you'll leave

takes you on trips outside of the wizard world

watches you do things when you're with your friends or away from him in an admiring and adoring way

probably threatens Guys into staying away from you so he can have you to himself

Isn't the type to say sorry but shows it or tells you in other ways

Doesn't do slow fucking unless there's a meaning behind it or your a Virgin but if not he definitely to horny to go slow and most likely will fuck you anywhere Regardless of who's next door or if you'll get caught

Very big on living up to his dad's expectations

Has looks that mean different things but you can read them the smirk: mischievous, told you so, something sexual the glare: warning, jealous, anger or frustration

Pet names: darling, love, my love, kitten,angel, sunshine, gorgeous, little mouse,pretty girl, princess,dove,baby, sweet thing, little bird,doll[I made some of these up but darling isn't the only thing he'd call you so I thought these fit]

Sexual pet names: slut, cock drunk whore, desperate little baby,dirty girl/boy [may be offensive! I personally think this is a degrading thing and I think this draco has that kink]

Request open 💙

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berryflops · 2 years ago

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" history " | part three

masterlist | word count: 3,093 | warnings: some swearing, mild fighting, mentions of death, angst, panic attack that isn't too well described because of my crappy writing, crying, underage drinking, i think that's it?

authors note: fair warning, the series will be based off scenes in the show with elements of the books. every single scene will come from the show unless it is a made-up flashback, and if something is mentioned that you don't understand please let me know, so i can let you know if it was a mistake or if it was in the book :)

authors note about this specific part: let me know what you think about this part in my asks, i love getting feedback <3

I walked into the Beck house and sat on the couch. The boys were outside, probably getting Conrad or Tate, and I knew I could just wait a minute. I’d braided my hair and worn a simple pair of overalls with a tank top. They never made a big deal out of this thing.

“Hey,” Jeremiah walked into the living room. It looked liked Steven and Conrad were walking behind him, and Tate wasn’t in sight. I waved awkwardly.

“Where’s-“ Jeremiah cut me off, pointing towards the stairs.

“He found something of your mom’s.” I froze. My breathing turned uneven. Jeremiah and Conrad, the two people I thought would understand, had left my brother alone upstairs after finding something of his dead mothers.

Everything was spinning. Upside down and around and about and suddenly I couldn’t feel my fingers or my toes but somehow I knew I was sprinting up the stairs.

I found him in the hall, leaning against the wall with his face buried in his hands. Tate had always been a silent crier. His shoulders were shaking and at his feet was a glass dove. Susannah had bought it for my mom as a birthday present. Her favorite bird was a dove.

I felt tears fill my eyes and I didn’t bother wiping them away. My vision blurred as I collapsed to my knees in front of him, placing the bird delicately to the side before wrapping my arms around him tight. He knew I was there and he knew it was me. I buried my face into his shoulder and he did the same, and so we sat there in silence before Jeremiah called us down.

I wiped my tears and held out my hand towards him. Tate took it and led me downstairs, both of us holding no trace of what we’d been doing and how much we hated to be there that night.

I was sitting by the bonfire, watching my friends around me. Conrad was making out with Nicole, Steven was with Shayla, and Jeremiah and Tate were flirting per usual. I knew lots of people, yet I didn’t want to talk. I enjoyed watching, overviewing. Just being in my own little world. You can learn so much by just existing that it’s almost funny.

I looked up from the fire suddenly when everyone was watching a girl that had fallen. She wore a short pink dress that was in no way appropriate for a bonfire, and I realized quite late that it was Belly. Steven seemed to be helping her up, although I watched her as she practically was breathing fire towards Conrad and Nicole.

“Bells!” I exclaimed, jumping up and walking towards her. She looked up at me briefly before glaring at Conrad again. This was never going to go well, not if she still had feelings for Connie.

“You’re such a brat.” Conrad continued the two’s argument. I put a hand on Belly’s shoulder holding her back in a useless manner.

“Well you’re an asshole!” She exclaimed, stepping towards him. I scrambled to move her, smiling at Nicole when she caught my eye. I hear Jeremiah call Belly’s name and a feeling of relief clouded my body. Jere could always calm Belly down.

He was jogging towards us. “Great! You came.” He smiled at us both. “Now we can all hang out, you guys.” I grinned at him for the sake of it. Might as well play along.

“Yeah, come on Connie. Let it be, it’s alright.” I scrunched up my face in a small gesture and Conrad rolled his eyes. He’d had too many beers for my liking, and his new personality wouldn’t mix well with it.

“I’m about to take her home.” Steven cut in, protectively wrapping an arm around Belly. I stood next to Jeremiah. Years of history flashed by, and regardless of our feelings towards each other, neither of us liked to cause a scene.

“What?!” Jere exclaimed, an arm draped across my shoulder. Its weight was familiar and I took a sharp breath, trying not to remember before.

I stepped forward slightly. “Come on, Steven.”

He glared at us both. “Yeah, we’re leaving.” He shook his head. “Are you kidding me?” Rage was flaring through his eyes, and I knew I couldn’t do anything. Jeremiah Fisher could though. No one could resist Jere’s charm, especially not me. You were drawn to him, in good ways and bad, and you couldn’t avoid it.

“Okay, Steven, chill out.” Jere reached out towards his friend. “Come on, go hang out with Shayla or something.” I smiled at Shayla and she understood what we wanted. She always did. We’d been best friends as kids, and we were still close, but two years changes everyone.

Shayla convinced Steven easily. “Fine.” He seemed indignant. “But just stay right here.” He looked at Belly forcefully. “And don’t talk to anybody.” I rolled my eyes. Belly was pissed.

“Alright, Steven, don’t take it that far.” I remarked, slipping my arm into Belly’s so she couldn’t do anything stupid.

“Yeah, just chill for a minute.” Jeremiah agreed, chuckling as his friend walked away. Belly was mad though, pissed through and through. Her years of whining and attention-seeking had turned into a hidden brisk temper, and she was about to explode.

“Fuck you!” She held up the middle finger, gesturing towards her brother with both hands. I sighed, shooting a look at Jeremiah. The people around us ooh-ed, everyone loving the commotion. I hated the commotion.

“Wow,” Jere had an easy smile on his face. He’d make it right. He held out a hand towards Belly’s arm. “Listen. For one, I’m really happy you’re here.”

“Yeah, so am I. These numbskulls had ditched me anyway.” I rolled my eyes jokingly and Jeremiah shoved me lightly. My brain jolted back to all its correct feelings and an unexpected coldness rushed through me.

“Jeremiah,” a girl’s voice echoed, sounding snobby compared to everything we’d just said. I knew Jere was ditching us, and he had a right to. But it pissed me off for whatever reason.

The youngest Fisher rotated his gaze back and forth, looking at Belly and I. “Okay, I will be right back.” He assured Belly more than me, flashing me a small smile before walking backwards. I knew right then this night would be a huge screw-up.

Belly was talking to some guy, 7th grade Latin convention they said. I was sitting in the middle of everything, keeping an eye on all my friends just in case. It was something I was used to.

When I looked back over at Conrad, he was shoving some kid. I couldn’t remember his name right then, and I quite honestly didn’t care.

“Connie!” I yelled, running towards them and being careful to stay out of their way.

“What’s your problem, man?” The guy looked Conrad up and down. Nicole was the only person blocking the two and she looked over at me, eyes pleading for help. “It’s one beer, it’s a party, relax.”

I laid a hand on Conrad’s shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t shove it off. “Con, please. You’re wasted, just give him one. I’ll pay you back.” Conrad looked down at me for a moment before Nicole helped.

“No, give me my beer back. I paid for this.” Nicole stopped the boys as they shoved at each other.

She looked up at Conrad. “Stop, stop. You’re drunk. Just give him the beer.” She was calm, always was. Nicole had that sorta aura around her.

“Maybe you should listen to your lady.” I knew then it was all screwed over. Whatever calm we’d given Conrad was gone.

The two started their argument again. Nicole walked away calmly and I laid a hand on both their chests. “Listen up, idiots. You’re gonna walk away and act like mature civilized men, or I’m gonna beat you both up.” The guy looked down at me, a flirtatious look on his face. I groaned inwardly and joined Nicole on the side.

“Fuck you, bro.” Conrad spit out when I was gone. I rubbed my head, an ache pressing into my skull from all the overwhelming crap the day had been filled with.

The two started shoving at each other, throwing hands the way only drunk teenagers can. I watched Belly approach and knew I had to do something, I just didn’t know what. I stepped forward and before I could interfere, Belly was on the ground. I ran towards her, letting the boy she was with help me. Conrad started his fight behind us but I just helped Belly up.

I could hear Jeremiah start dealing with it, but soon enough their were sirens, and everyone was running. All I could do was find Belly and run with them.

Jeremiah opened the door for Conrad and I held it for him. “Come on, get in the car.” Jere sounded tired, exhausted. Not physically, but emotionally. He wore his heart on his sleeve which was why no one really asked if he was okay, but I knew he needed it sometimes. “Watch your head.” He pushed Conrad’s head down. “Legs, legs.” He sighed.

“Yes, I know how to get into a car.” Conrad grimaced, letting me slam the door. I stopped Jere before he opened his own door, searching his expression. We may not be friends, but he’d been through a lot. And I knew Belly didn’t tend to think of that all the time.

“You good, Fisher?” Concern I didn’t think I had in me laced my voice. Jeremiah’s face softened as he shook his head, taking his seat in the front and leaving me to get in next to Connie.

“Belly, let’s go, get in.” Jere looked at his side. Belly took one glance at the boy in front of her and took a deep breath.

“Cam can give me a ride home.” She faced him. “Right, Cam?” The boy, Cam, nodded quickly. I leaned back into my seat, relaxing as the tension left my body.

“Yes, that’s no problem.” He looked at Jeremiah. Jere’s jaw was drawn tight and I could see impatience make its way into his eyes. He was never impatient.

“No, you’re not gonna get in a car with a guy you just met.” Jeremiah wasn’t having it, and quite honestly neither was I.

“Bells, I agree.” I leaned forward, looking at her as best I could.

Cam put his hand through the window, rotating between the two of us. “I’m Cam. Cameron.”

I knew he was getting on Jere’s last nerve. “Your name is Cam Cameron?” I closed my eyes, leaned back in my seat, and their voices faded in the background. My head was pounding, and I was too tired to deal with any of this.

I heard Jere start the car and stop abruptly. “Fuck! Steven! And Tate!” He got out and said something to us. I didn’t bother to listen, just kept my eyes closed and tried to drift off.

A knock on the window startled me and my eyes flew open to be faced with a police officer. “Have you kids been drinking?” We all looked at each other, our expressions subtle, and then I leaned back and let a string of swears run through my mind.

I watched as Laurel handled the officers. I wasn’t lying when I said it was like she was the parent when it came to us all. Susannah was asleep on the couch and I was worried we would wake her. I knew she was alright now, but the worry came naturally.

Laurel turned towards us and we all silently, collectively, agreed we were screwed. “How could you guys be so irresponsible.” Her face was pulled tight and I knew she was trying not to get pissed in a way that would scare us a lot less, coming from her.

Steven stepped forward, a mistake in my eyes. “Mom, it wasn’t a big deal. Alright, seriously.” I squeezed my eyes shut. He’d said the wrong thing. “The cops were just looking to break up the bonfire.”

Anger flashed subtly through Laurel’s gaze. “Not a big deal?” She was holding back, staring at Steven surely.

“Yes.” Steven sounded exasperated, and we’d all picked up on it.

Laurel was seething. “I would say getting picked up by the cops for underage drinking is a pretty big deal Steven!” She emphasized his name, her voice still eerily calm.

Steven took a breath and scoffed at his mother. “Were you guys smoking tonight?” He smirked, acting like he’d caught her.

“What?” Laurel seemed scattered for a moment before pulling herself together.

For the first time in the whole conversation, or lecture, Conrad looked up. “Keep your voice down, Susannah’s asleep on the couch!” Laurel raised her voice herself, trying to deflect the conversation out of worry. This wasn’t like her. Nothing that happened tonight was like any of us.

Steven looked confused. “Well, I wasn’t yelling. Well, you, you were-“ Jeremiah cut of his stuttering.

“Just so you know Laurel, I didn’t drink tonight. I was the DD, I swear.” Laurel shook her head out of disappointment.

“I didn’t either.” I chimed in, looking down at the ground. “I didn’t want to after what happened.”

Laurel scoffed, facing Conrad instead. “You’re the oldest. What the hell’s gotten into you?” I could see she wanted to unleash her rage. She faced Belly next. “And when did you leave the house without telling anybody?” She was on a roll, unable to control herself. “And what in the world are you wearing?”

Belly fidget nervously, pulling the hoodie I’d never seen over herself. Then again, I hadn’t seen her in a while. “It’s Taylor’s. And why am I the only one who’s not allowed to go out?” This had turned into something personal, and even I could see that.

Laurel looked tired. We all did. “It’s not that you’re not allowed, it’s that you should have told us you were going. How did you even get there.” I winced.

“I walked.” Belly mumbled, looking at her feet.

“Jesus.” Laurel muttered, turning her head slightly before looking back at us. “You know better than to walk that far down the beach alone late at night!”

Belly stood up, a temper to rival her mothers coming into play. “Can you stop treating me like a kid?”

“If you wanna be treated like an adult, you need to act like one.” Laurel spit out, causing Belly to hole up in the corner.

“Then maybe you guys should too.” Conrad looked up at Laurel, speaking for the first time. Laurel and Conrad had a special relationship. They understood each other, with how reserved they both were. He’d never talked back to her. Ever.

Laurel took a moment to process what he’d said. We all did. “What does that mean?” Conrad stopped talking again, and Laurel started. “I hope you realize, this night could have ended a lot differently if your family, wasn’t your family.” She directed this towards Jeremiah and Conrad, and we all knew it.

Tate and I looked at each other from across the room. “We’re sorry, Laur.” Jeremiah lifted his shoulders. She sighed, bringing a hand to her head.

“Just..go to bed, guys. And Tate, go room with Steven. I’ll talk to your dad.” Everyone turned to go but Laurel faced Conrad when everyone was gone. I stayed. I knew she wanted me to.

Their conversation was private. I walked towards the bathroom, stepping inside and flipping the switch for the sink.

I looked up in the mirror. My hair had a few flyaways, and my makeup was barely there, but I knew I looked different. I looked older, of course I did, and tired. We all looked tired.

“Sam.” I heard Laurel outside the door. My hand reached towards the door knob to step outside, and the second I did I knew I was in trouble.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, my head hanging. I heard Laurel sigh.

“Out of all of them, I thought you’d be the one to get them to stop. After everything you’ve been through, after everything you and Tate have been through.” My eyes stung and I closed them quickly, blinking hard.

“Tate I understand. He doesn’t know how to handle everything. It takes him a while to learn. But you? God, I thought you cared, Samantha. I thought you cared for her enough that you would know what kind of shit happens when people get wasted.” Tears filled my eyes inevitably as I looked up at Laurel. I didn’t recognize her.

“Don’t.” My voice trembled. “Don’t you dare.” Hurt flashed across her face, and before she could fix everything she’d said I’d shoved past her. The stairs were a blur, and my mind told me to go see Susannah. She was asleep. Next was Belly, and Belly wouldn’t get it. Jeremiah, I thought, but no. Jeremiah and I weren’t friends anymore. Steven was with Tate, and I couldn’t talk to Tate right now. Conrad was wasted.

So I sat against the wall between Belly and Jeremiah’s room, sobs racking my chest. It burned, a dull fire that always sparked at the worst times. I was heaving, I couldn’t breath, and every bit of oxygen I got felt like a waste.

“Sam?” He was gentle, sitting in front of me and lifting me face. His fingers held my cheeks carefully, like I was fragile glass. I looked into his eyes, and those eyes. I got lost for a moment, the dry tears on my cheeks brushed away gently by his thumb.

“Jere,” my voice was hoarse as I flung myself at him, letting him hold me for a moment. I sat there in the hallway, arms wrapped loosely around him while his were wrapped tight around me.

“I-I can’t.” I was gasping for air like I was drowning, none of what I was getting enough for me. Jeremiah looked me in the eyes and grabbed my hand, placing it towards the left, right on his heart. “Breathe with me, okay?” His heart was steady and slow and soon enough everything was still. I took one last deep breath before falling against the wall.

“Thank you.” I looked up at him, and all he did was pick me up and bring me to his room. I sunk into the mattress and felt the soft weight of the covers, before he lay down next to me and I drifted off to sleep.

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hochgouez-nerzhus · 3 years ago

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Rhiannon

Rhiannon, Goddess of love, beauty and sensuality.

Rhiannon Print by Elluna Art

The following beautiful poem is devoted to Rhiannon, and is on the reverse of the print :

Rhiannon and Pwyll

On this day I have accepted your ring

Come lay with me, my Prince, my King

In sweet grass and fragrant flowers

Feel my warmth and sexual powers

For I am but a maid, dressed in red

As we lie together on our marriage bed

Let me show you the secret of my desire

To stroke the length of your ardent fire

For I am Rhiannon the Goddess of love

Pure and gentle as my winged dove

Our love will be told as Bard’s lore

The day you stood on my father’s Tor

I caught your eye, the sunlight on my hair

As I rode by you on my white mare

You came after me, you did not tarry

And I had decided that we should marry

In my father’s kingdom we were wed

Through sparkling, fairy boughs we were led

We danced with fairies to celebrate our day

Around Beltane fires, on the eve of May

So come lay with me, my Prince, my King

And untold pleasures of love I shall bring.

Rhiannon copyright Nick Phillips

Under a brilliant Beltane sun, Rhiannon, goddess of sensuality becomes the May pole, fertile union of red and white, surrounded by the spirits of the May blossom. Behind her is the Uffington White Horse, emblem of Her sacred animal.

Rhiannon’s themes are movement, communication, rest, ghosts, fertility and leadership. Her symbols are the color white, horses and the moon. This Celtic horse Goddess rides into our festival calendar today on a white mare bearing fertility, leadership, and a means to get things moving where they may have stagnated. Some historians believe the swiftness of Her steed (which is white, a lunar color) alludes to a lunar Goddess. In stories, Rhiannon commands singing birds that can wake spirits or grant sleep to mortals.

Rhiannon Goddess of sensuality and fertility

The great Goddess Rhiannon is a potent symbol of fertility, yet She is also an Otherworld and death Goddess, a bringer of dreams, and a moon deity who is symbolized by a white horse. Her father was Heveydd the Old, and She was married to both Pwyll and Manan. The story of Her marriage to Pwyll, and the subsequent accusation of the murder of Her child, is well documented and most people are familiar with Rhiannon from this tale.

Rhiannon, a British sun goddess, was a fairy princess and ruler of the sun itself.

If, when I said fairy princess your mind jumped to the image of a pretty little butterfly creature fluttering in the flowers like the fairies you see on greeting cards, you can be forgiven.

But you'd be wrong. Dead wrong.

The Goddess Rhiannon Loved Her Job

Rhiannon didn't mind having to get up in the dark to head to the stables before dawn. When she arrived, her horse was already groomed and fed and raring to go. Together they pulled the sun across the sky each day. Sometimes dreams and memories popped into her head while she rode. This one specific morning, it was a dream that was troubling her. Funny that — variations of this dream seemed to appear frequently, but she'd always been able to easily brush it off. But the feeling of this last dream still lingered. She could almost feel the girls still hiding behind the bushes, taunting her, calling her stuck-up and worse. Then they'd giggle and run away before Rhiannon could see who they were.

In the dreams, she'd tell herself, "Silly girls, nothing on their minds but the latest fashions, spreading gossip and flirting with boys. Who are they to judge me?" and she would continue on her way, undisturbed. Rhiannon wasn't about to let this unpleasantness spoil a perfectly fine day. She'd learned long ago that you could control your emotions by replacing a painful thought with one that was positive instead, and that's just what she did.

So, she reached out for the happy memories of times spent with her dad in his library. For a fairy king, he was quite a good scientist, and she'd learned a lot at his side. Oh how she relished those special moments when he praised her for having such a 'fine rational mind"!

The science that she loved best was measurement. Just by understanding the 'mathematics' and the 'physics' of things she could do the most impressive tricks! First, there was the 'Sun Trick’, her absolute favorite. By pulling the sun at just the right speed and the right distance from earth, she could make it look like the sun was much closer to the ground that it really was. The best part of the trick was that it looked as if it was hardly moving at all, even though it was racing through the sky! This was her best trick; she did it so well that it would be years before anyone even suspected it was just an illusion. She could also create a bag large enough to hold a grown man and then fold it in just such a way that it looked just about the size of a woman's purse or a small shopping bag. Maybe someday some brilliant person would figure out the trick of it like she had. But until that day, she enjoyed just having everyone think it was magic

There's a Hero on the Horizon

You'd think it would grow boring doing the same thing day after day but she adored all that time on her own. It allowed Rhiannon to do her best thinking and planning, helping her get organized and ready to spring into action to reach her goals and dreams. As a bonus, it gave her a bird's eye view of current events and a chance to stay well-informed about what the new hero, Prince Pwyll of Dwyfed, was doing. She'd never met him, but she'd certainly been amazed and excited hearing about his noble nature and, most of all, his recent exploits.

He’d had easily proven his ability to govern, but it was his bravery in combat that made her heart skip a beat. His clever adventures left her breathless with admiration for his daring, not to mention his exceptional leadership. Pwyll was definitely the 'Man of the Year' —a genuine hero if ever there was one. Already a prince in his homeland of Dwyfed, now he'd formed an alliance and begun his rule in Annwfn (the Otherworld). He was about to become king in his own right.

So, on that day, the goddess Rhiannon reined in her horse for a brief look, as the sun rolled to a stop just behind her. She was determined to see what was going on down there on earth. Large crowds had formed all over Dwyfed, and the people were cheering wildly. "Just what I expected." she said to herself, thinking of Pwyll, "They're making him their new King. "Prince, hero, King . . . he's earned it all."

"Courageous, wealthy, noble", she counted off on her fingers, "and now king." Yes, Rhiannon was definitely smitten by that man. But there's a fly in the ointment, a bit of a problem she'd have to work around. And soon.

As was traditional in those times, her parents had already arranged for her to wed another man. The marriage contract had been signed, and arrangements for her royal wedding were already underway.

Rhiannon didn't look forward to telling her parents about this change of heart, and this change of plans. It was not going to be easy. She couldn't argue that Gwawl, her fiancé, was unsuitable—he was young, handsome, courteous and wealthy.

No, that wasn't it at all. It was that she wanted to be the one to choose. Her mind was made up—even if it meant she would be defying convention, even if it meant paying a hefty fine for breaking the contract. (although resourceful Rhiannon made a mental note to see what she could do to get out of paying the fine.) Either way, she was resolved it would be Pwyll she would marry, not Gwawl.

Rhiannon was confident. Her parents rarely said no. It wasn't that they'd spoiled her—she'd always been good, met her responsibilities, and done well—she'd earned their trust and support.

The beginning of a plan began to unfold in Rhiannon's keen mind. As everyone knew, when Rhiannon has a plan, before you know it . . . Voila! It's done! "Hmmh, " Rhiannon mused, "I think it's about time I meet the man I'm about to marry."

The King takes A Queen (Or was it the other way around?)

Shortly after becoming king of Dwyfd and the ruler of Annwfn, Pwyll and his companions sat on a great grass-covered mound above the castle. It was believed to be the magical place that covered an entrance to Annwfn, the Otherworld kingdom that lay beneath the earth. (Note: In Celtic mythology the Otherworld is the land of the dead and also the home of the gods and goddesses and other powerful spirits, both the good and the malevolent. Annfwn was like a parallel universe—reflecting the world above, but perfected and luxurious. In archetypal psychology, such a place represents the unconscious mind, chaotic, free from the constraint of being rational, orderly, or bound by rules or convention. )

It had been explained to Pwyll that when a man of high birth sat on that mound, either something monstrous or dangerous would appear or, he would witness a marvel of some sort. You took your chances sitting there—it was something only the brave would dare to do. Pwyll and his men were sitting and hoping for a marvel, of course. And they weren't disappointed. That fateful afternoon, the beautiful Rhiannon rode slowly by, dressed in gold silk that glittered like the sun, calmly pacing on her powerful pale-white horse.

Needless to say, the prince was enchanted. He sent one of his men to follow her and find out who she was and why she'd come this way. The footman soon returned saying he'd been unable to catch up with her before she'd disappeared from sight. They decided to return to the mound tomorrow and try again.

They returned the following day, this time bringing their finest steeds. Once again they failed. The men reported that it was as if her horse's feet scarcely touched the ground and, though she moved slowly and peacefully, the fastest horses in the kingdom could not catch up with her. Pwyll was utterly intrigued. So, he returned the following day, and once more Rhiannon appeared. But no matter how quickly he pursued her, the distance between them always remained the same. When his horse trembled with exhaustion and could go no more, Pwyll called out for her to wait.

Rhiannon halted. But when he drew close, she gently chided him, “It would have been much kinder to your horse”, she teased, “if you had simply asked me to wait much earlier.”

“This was no ordinary woman,” he thought, “This is a woman with a mind of her own and the confidence to speak that mind, quite unlike all the flirtatious young women who overwhelm me with their fawning adoration and praise since I’ve become such a hero.”

"No", thought Pwyll, "this is the kind of woman I want as a partner, someone to truly share the throne, to rule with me as Queen." He had barely managed to catch his breath when Rhiannon, seeming to read his mind, volunteered the information he was really seeking. She told him who she was, and that she had come to find him, seeking his love.

Pwyll’s heart was completely captivated by this forthright woman who commanded his respect.

Rhiannon said that he must wait a year, giving her to time to organize the wedding feast, and then, he should come to her and she would marry him. (For in those days the wedding WAS the feast. There was no special ceremony. Marriages were witnessed as a public 'sitting' of the woman and man together, eating at the feast. They were then witnessed to go into an adjoining bedroom to become lovers, thus sealing the marriage and joining the wealth and resources of their two families.) The arrangements completed, Rhiannon bid him goodbye and departed.

All good things come to those who wait.

One year later, Pwyll presented himself at her father's court as she had commanded. As he and his company rode to her home, the trees suddenly parted before them, clearing a path, closing in behind them when they passed. Three songbirds swooped playfully in the air around them, showing them the way, and singing beautiful music, inducing a deep calm in them. Their first sight of the king's palace stunned Pwyll and his men. Never before had they seen such magnificence! Surrounded by a lake, the castle was built, not of wood or stone, but of pure gold. Its spires soared and glistened into the heavens.

Crowds greeted Pwyll and his men with jubilation. The kingdom had never seen a wedding feast so great as this one. Rhiannon had organized everything, to perfection, that the hundreds of people attending could possibly desire in food, drink, comfort and entertainments. Her household and the guests were both welcoming and merry.

Until . . .Something went horribly wrong.

After the eating and before the bedding, a well-dressed, handsome young man who'd just arrived approached Pwyll courteously, asking for a boon or wedding favor, as was the custom. "Oh yes," responded the groom-to-be, "This is such a happy day for me that I'll give you anything you ask that's within my power."

It was a serious mistake . . . the stranger then calmly asked for Rhiannon herself! Unbeknownst to Pwyll, this stranger was Gwawl, the man to whom Rhiannon had been arranged to marry. Pwyll had fallen into a trap. As a nobleman, he was obliged to honour his promise.

When Gwawl took the seat of the groom-to-be, Rhiannon asked him to allow her a brief moment outside to regain her composure. Away from the wedding party inside, she took Pwyll soundly to task for having been so brash with his words. But having already formulated a plan, Rhiannon then took him aside to direct him on how they could outwit the other man. She cleverly laid a plan so they would appear to comply with Gwawl's request. And this is how Pwyll, following her instructions, managed to trick his rival this time: Disguising himself in raggedy clothes, he came back into the hall and approached the new groom-to-be, Gwawl, to ask for a wedding boon for himself. He asked only for just enough food to fill his little bag and keep him from starving.

Little did Gwawl realize, it was one of the 'magical' bags that Rhiannon had designed. As the servants filled the little bag with food from the feast it never seemed to get any fuller. When Gwawl complained that this beggar was going to consume the entire feast, Rhiannon told him that she'd heard that the only way to end it was for a nobleman with many lands to be bold enough to step inside the bag and stomp on it from the inside. Gwawl, foolishly hoping to be the hero, walked into the bag. Pwyll then flipped the bag and knotted the strings. Now it was Gwawl’s turn to be the one who was trapped!

Rhiannon announced that he would be released only on two conditions: one was that he give her up and not seek revenge. The other that he also pay for her great wedding feast! Gwawl readily agreed to her terms and, leaving the couple with guarantees on the money owed, he left to return home.

The day after the wedding, Rhiannon left with Pwyll, as his equal and his queen, to go to their home in Dwyfed in the west. When they emerged from the great forest and the trees closed behind them, Rhiannon took a moment to glance lovingly behind her. She knew that the entrance to the fairy kingdom was now closed, and that she could never return to her childhood home. She didn't pause for long and seemed to have no regrets.

The arrival of the royal couple was cause for great celebration throughout the land. How enthusiastically she was welcomed by her husband's people! She was much admired for her great beauty and her lovely singing (and, of course, for her great wealth, as she gave rich gifts to all).

But this honeymoon with the people was not to last.

When two full years had passed without Rhiannon becoming pregnant with an heir to the throne, the question of her bloodline —and her fitness to be queen—began to be raised. Pwyll's trusted advisors began to pressure him to take another wife, one that would prove more fertile. Pwyll persuaded them to give the couple more time. He couldn't begin to imagine how lonely it would feel without her at his side advising him, sharing fully in his dreams and visions for the kingdom.

Fortunately, in the next year at May Eve, Rhiannon delivered a fine and healthy son. They were jubilant, but the baby was soon to become the source of great pryder (anxiety/distress) for Rhiannon and Pwyll.

Murder Most Foul

As was the custom then, six noble maidens had been assigned as ladies-in-waiting. They were to stay with Rhiannon in her quarters to look after her and to help her care for the baby during her lying-in.

Although the young women were supposed to sit vigil throughout the night, at midnight they curiously all fell asleep on the job. They awakened to discover that the newborn child was gone. Terrified they would be punished severely for their carelessness, and their families ruined by the scandal, they devised a plan to cast the blame on Rhiannon. After all, she was a Fairy, an outsider, not one of their own people.

So, they killed a hunting hound's puppy, smearing its blood on Rhiannon's face as she slept, and scattered its bones in her bed. When Rhiannon awoke, they brazenly accused the queen of eating her own child. Rhiannon knew that they lied, and she did all she could to persuade them to speak the truth. But they felt she had never been friendly, always proud and aloof, so they felt absolutely no loyalty to her. There was nothing to be done for it. Rhiannon swore her innocence, but her denials could not stand against that of six noble witnesses under oath. Even though he was suffering from his own shock and grief, and against the pleas of his advisors, Pwyll stood by her and refused to divorce her. Instead, he ordered a penance (a self-punishment intended to express repentance for one's wrong-doing).

Rhiannon designed a clever penance for herself (most likely they planned it together, given the strength of their marriage), knowing it would spread her story far and wide. They hoped that eventually, someone might recognize her lost child. So, Rhiannon bore that humiliating punishment without complaint. Rhiannon's penance - for seven years, she must sit at the horse mounting-block by the castle gate, telling all guests the story of her hideous crime. Then she would have to offer to carry them on her back, like a horse, all the way to the castle.

The Beast of Burden

Through the bitter cold of winters and the dusty heat of four summers, Rhiannon endured with great courage and dignity. Her calm, quiet acceptance of her fate was so touching that few accepted her offer to transport them into the castle. The great honor which Pwyll continued to show her also had a profound effect. Every night, he welcomed her to the high table to sit beside him as his queen. Often, he openly sought her considered opinion on matters of state. Theirs was a strong marriage indeed, and the people who had learned to trust their king and his judgment began to soften their opinion about his wife.

Respect for Rhiannon began to spread throughout the country as travellers talked of the wretched punishment and the dignity with which she bore her suffering. In the fourth year of her penance, seven strangers appeared at the gate: a well-dressed nobleman, a young boy, and their retainers. Rhiannon rose to greet them saying, "I am she who killed my only child, and this is my punishment, to sit here and tell my tale to all comers. I must also offer to carry each of you into the court." Aghast, the boy adamantly refused to allow such a thing.

Of Heroes and Homecomings

Is there any way this boy could be their lost son? Who is he, that the adults in his presence took his opinions and directions so seriously? You certainly have a right to ask. The newborn babe disappeared only four years ago, but this young boy clearly seems to be on the cusp of manhood, seemingly about 12 years of age or so. How could he possibly be their lost son? What you need to understand is that this child grew as a hero-child, at triple the speed of an ordinary child. There were others who, like him, were semi-divine and had done the same.

Here's how this was described in one translation of the Mabinogi, the oldest stories on record in Britain, tales that are full of myths and legends:

The child was brought up in the court until he was one year old. And before [the end of] his [first] year he was walking steadily, and was stronger than a three-year old boy of the greatest growth and size. And [after] he had been raised for another year, he was as sturdy as a six-year old boy. Before the end of the fourth year, he was striking deals with the stable lads to be allowed to lead [the horses] down to water.)

Having politely declined Rhiannon's invitation to have her carry them, the visitors walked to the castle instead. As noble, guests they were seated at the high table for dinner. Their hosts were certainly welcoming and polite, but it seemed that the table itself was enshrouded with gloom—all there were sad and quiet, still mourning the lost baby prince and Rhiannon's public shaming. But all that would change when the visitor, Lord Tyrnon, told their tale. Upon hearing their story, Rhiannon instantly knew that this boy was her son, especially when she saw that he carried a small scrap of golden silk, a remnant of the gown her babe had worn, embroidered by her own hand.

The story the visitors told was a strange one, but all who heard knew it to be the truth.

This story went like this:

The Badger and the Monstrous Claw

"My favorite mare had given birth on the eve of May every year. Each time the foal would mysteriously disappear before I woke and had a chance to see it. So, on May Eve four years ago", he said, "I brought the mare into my hall to care for her when she started into labor."

It was a good thing, too. Lord Tyrnon was forced to fight a fearsome monster when, at midnight, a monstrous claw came through the window, grasped the newborn foal and began to ferociously pull it through the window. Later, when Tyrnon returned from chasing the monster away from the house, he heard cries and found an infant lying abandoned by the door, wrapped in gold silk. (Sometimes when this tale is retold, a curious possibility is raised—that the monster he fought was actually the insulted badger lord who had interrupted Rhiannon's wedding feast and now was taking his revenge by kidnapping her son.)

Since Lord Tyrnon's wife had been unable to bear a child, they welcomed the foundling. The couple decided to keep the baby as their own, and she mothered him lovingly. A few years later, the rumors of Rhiannon's fate reached the lord's ears, and he suddenly recalled how very much the boy looked like the famous king Pwyll. In that moment, he knew what had happened, and what he should do about it. Lord Tyrnon was known as a good man. But first, he needed to confer with his wife. Like Pwyll and Rhiannon's, their marriage was a true partnership based on shared values and mutual respect.

He dreaded this discussion nonetheless, knowing full well that it would break her heart. He trusted his wife enough to know she'd also understand that there was only one right thing to do, painful as it would be. So, with his wife's blessing, he'd set out to return the child to his birth-parents. The truth being told, the pall is broken and the kingdom once more can thrive.

Soon the story, and the news that the King and Queen's son was alive and had returned, spread throughout the countryside. Now everyone saw the striking resemblance and recognised the boy was truly Pwyll's son. Rhiannon was restored to happiness and Pwyll's steadfast faith in her had been vindicated. This was great cause for celebration. The pall that had hung over the kingdom had finally lifted . . . the healing had begun.

A brief glimpse into the future.

And what was to become of the son, Pryderi? He was reared as the heir to the throne and grew up to be a famous hero as well. Following the death of Pwyll, Rhiannon often participated in the adventures of her famous son and eventually remarried.

Lessons of the Goddess Rhiannon

The story of Rhiannon reminds us of the great power of female will and determination. It speaks of loving loyalty, clever planning, and dignity in adverse circumstances. It also gives us a glimpse of how women took command in history. In spite of men 'being in charge', it was possible for women to get their way and to manage money and resources in their own right.

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yee-fxcking-haw · 4 years ago

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Hey, I saw you asking for request in the Yandere Dabi tag? So, how about Hawks gifting Dabi y/n for Christmas? There is perfect image for that too. I will add the blog where it is in the post.

Y'all have the most brilliant brains I swear.

•Regifting•

Warnings: Yandere Hawks, hinting of kidnapping, grooming themes, mild dubcon, major sexual tension, Daddy Keigo, Sub Dabi, Sub reader.

Pairing: Hawks x Reader x Dabi (brief Dabi x Hawks)

A/N: LMAO my brain took OFF with this shit. There's gonna be a part two. Lemme know if you want tagged.

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"Oh angel, you look perfect." Keigo coos down at you as you kneel between his legs. His lean body is clad in all black, well tailored slacks and a handsome button up.

He's reclined on the couch, knees spread apart as he watches you present yourself in the outfit he laid out for you.

It's very simple, very sweet. All skimpy and silky, hugging your curves and perking your tits.

"He's going to love you." His eyes light up as he shifts upright, wings spreading wide behind him.

His words make you squirm, desperate to please, to impress.

Keigo had spent so much time taming you, working his ass off to get you so compliant. You were a rotten little thing we he first brought you home. Always fighting, always running away, always crying.

It took time, patience, and so much punishment, but he finally broke you. It was a beautiful process too, watching you crumble, watching you buckle and submit.

Now you're perfect, so sweet and willing and obedient. A wonderful gift, a sufficient offering.

Your shaking hands hold out some ribbons and a bow, a curious look on your face as you blink up at him.

"I didn't know what to do with these, I'm sorry..." Your voice is quiet, timid, weary of offending Keigo. He could be so _mean _ when you disappoint him.

"I'll help you, don't worry sweetheart." His voice is soft as he takes the material from your hands, it makes your shoulder relax, thankful for his unending patience with you.

Slowly, he winds the soft fabric around your body, tying it around your waist in a large bow. He leans back and admires you for a moment, rubbing his hand over his jaw as he contemplates his work.

"D-do I look ok?" You ask with a timid voice.

He sighs before using his knuckles to tilt your chin upwards.

"I told you, you look perfect, pay attention." His voice is firm, but not enough to set you on edge.

You fold your hands in your lap and nod quickly.

"I'm sorry, Sir." You mutter as your eyes flicker down.

He relaxes into the couch again, and you see him pat his thigh out of your peripheral vision. You quickly hop to your feet so you can crawl into his lap. You let him sling your legs over his strong thighs so he can cradle you against him, one arm looped around your waist while the other brushes some hair from your face.

"Listen to me, little bird." Now his voice is the tone that sets you on edge.

You perk up and look him in the eyes, waiting attentively for his next words.

"I have a very special friend coming over, I'm going to share you with him, as a Christmas present, ok?" He raises his fluffy blonde eyebrows, waiting for your reaction.

"Daddy... What does that mean?" Your hands wander up to the collar of his shirt.

"It means he's going to play with you the way I do, and you're going to be a good girl for him like you are for me." His words cast a spell on you, filling you to the brim with curiosity.

"Will I call him Daddy too?" You wonder, a little displeased with the idea of calling anyone but Keigo by that name.

"No, you'll call him 'Sir', I'm your Daddy, nobody else. Do you understand?" He reaches down to squeeze your thigh, a warning.

"Yes Daddy, I was just making sure, I'm sorry."

How could he be mad when you apologise so sweetly, so honestly?

He hums at you, proud of the sweet little darling you've become, all because of his hard work. He brings his hand up to his face, tapping his cheek with his pointer and middle finger.

You lean up and press a small kiss on the spot, batting your lashes at him when he smiles at your well trained response.

"He's going to be mean to you. Much meaner than me, but it's going to be ok. I'll be here after."

Ice settles in your gut, you want to ask him what will happen, you want to ask if it will hurt. Then there's a knock at the door and Keigo stiffens under you.

He grabs your jaw, eyes burning into you.

"Wait on your knees by the tree." His voice is so low, so serious.

You scramble off of his lap and scamper over to the Christmas tree, settling to your knees with your hands on top of your thighs. Just like he likes.

You want to tug at your clothes, fuss with your hair and adjust your legs, but you know better. He told you to wait, which means be still.

Keigo walks over to the door, casting one quick glance back at you to make sure you're situated as he directed. When he sees that you're in order, he nods once before opening the door.

The man standing on the other side is nothing short of terrifying. He's a mess of scars, staples, and wild black hair. Vibrant, blue eyes lock on your form immediately as Keigo welcomes him in.

He's got a few inches on Keigo height wise, but he's much thinner. He strides into your home lazily and silently, hands in the pockets of his billowy coat. You remember quickly how rude it is to stare, and direct your gaze to your lap as he draws closer.

"Well, you sure as hell weren't lyin' about her being pretty." His voice is like fine gravel, rolling out of his mouth in a low, menacing tone.

You watch their feet as they walk towards you until they stand on either side of you. His boots are thick and dirty, made of abused leather. They're a harsh contrast next to Keigo's shiney, clean dress shoes.

"Eyes up here." Keigo's voice washes over you, you obey immediately, looking up at him.

"Oh she listens." The friend sighs, shifting on his feet a little.

Keigo crosses his arms before speaking, you don't break eye contact with him for even a second, waiting for permission.

"Hey there, doll, name's Dabi." He sounds nice, playful even.

"Say hello to our guest, dove." With Keigo's consent, you turn to Dabi and offer him a sweet smile.

You whisper a soft "hi" to Dabi, captured in his turquoise eyes.

"So fucking sweet." He says, mostly to himself.

"Have a seat." Keigo says, almost shortly. You know he's not talking to you.

Dabi chuckles before waltzing over to the seat himself on the couch.

"So serious tonight, Birdie." He sighs as he reclines, his hungry eyes stay locked on your kneeling form.

Keigo walks around to the back of the couch, bracing his arms on the edge directly behind Dabi. Your chest clenches under the pressure of both of their greedy eyes, thumbs worrying at each other in your lap.

Dabi pats his lap just like Keigo did a few moments ago, a sick smile spreads across his marred face. You immediately look to Keigo, who nods shortly towards Dabi's lap.

"Come sit." He commands.

"Yes Daddy." You lift yourself to your feet and pad over to the stranger, timidly settling down onto his lap. He feels so _different, _so harsh and rough, nothing like the soft warmth of Keigo. He thumbs at the bow around your waist, snickering to himself when you jump as his hand skims over your skin.

"'Yes Daddy?' Do I get one of those?" Dabi asks as you situate yourself. He smells like smoke and alcohol, and something you can't quite identify, it's something strong and sharp, stinging your nostrils.

You shake your head when you hear Keigo breathe in sharply.

"Daddy said I can call you 'Sir'." You say quietly.

Your eyes wander over his scared hands, fixating on the staples that appear to hold the warped, purple flesh to the pale, healthy skin.

"Oh Keigo, you've out done yourself." Dabi's hand runs up the inside of your thigh, stopping when he feels you squeeze them together.

"Don't be nervous, doll, I'm gonna make you feel real good." His voice makes your insides ache, and not in the good way that Keigo's does.

You blink up at him, noticing how closely he's holding his wings to his body, how tense his shoulders are, how narrow his pupils have become.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Keigo asks reaching around his guest to grab your jaw.

"He's sc-scaring me a little." You squeak out.

This makes Dabi laugh low and dangerous, Keigo let's go of your jaw in favor of grabbing his friend by the hair on top of his head. He cranks Dabi's head back, earning a choked sound from the him. The hand on your thigh squeezes you firmly as he sneers up at Keigo.

"He's nothing to be scared of, sweet thing, he has to listen to me as much as you do. Ain't that right?" He leans down to Dabi, a challenging look flashing in his amber eyes.

"Of course, Birdie." Dabi relents with a venomous tone.

"Your Daddy would kill me if I hurt you, you've got nothin' to be scared of." Dabi flashes you a cheshire smile one Keigo releases his hair. It puts you at ease, watching Keigo exercise so much control over his intimidating friend.

"I'm sure he warned you that I can be a little mean, you'll like it though, I promise."

Before Dabi can speak again, Keigo's hand is around his throat, the action making you and Dabi freeze immediately.

"No marks on her, Dabi." His words are final, dripping with authority and power.

"Aw, come on, just one bite?" Dabi teases, licking his teeth like an animal.

Your blood freezes when you watch Keigo's grip tighten around Dabi's throat, astounded at his bravery. Dabi's smile fades, suddenly crumbling under Keigo's harsh gaze.

"You haven't even thanked me for your present, and you're already mouthing off. Sounds like somebody doesn't want to get their dick wet." Keigo says, biting off his words as he leans closer to Dabi's face.

"Thank you, Daddy, I'm sorry." Dabi chokes out.

You're utterly shocked, nearly trembling as you watch Keigo work his magic, subduing even this monster of a man.

"Good boy." Keigo leans down and presses his lips to Dabi's, making your jaw drop.

It should make you jealous, it should make you insecure. But they're both so greedy with each other, so wreckless. It makes your skin run hot and your core ache. Your hips wiggle against Dabi's leg involuntarily, capturing his attention immediately.

He breaks from the kiss so he can look at you, florescent eyes raking down your body.

"This desperate little thing wants to have some fun, should we play with her some?" Dabi asks, looking up at Keigo expectantly.

Keigo looks at you with ravenous eyes, body poised as his wings flutter slightly.

"As long as you both listen, you can have all the fun you want." Keigo says calmly, standing up before rolling his shoulders back as he walks around the couch to stand before the both of you.

"Will you be good for me?" He asks.

"Yes Daddy." You and Dabi say it in unison, bodies tensing. You feel something twitch under your thighs, causing a heated blush to spread across your cheeks.

Keigo smiles, wide and brilliant. He cracks his knuckles slowly before reaching up to begin the process of unbuttoning his shirt.

"I love it when you're good for me." He says it to both of you, emitting all the confidence in the world as he strolls closer to your feverish bodies.

You're in for it and you know it, but you're buzzing with anticipation. Ready and willing to be the perfect little gift for your new friend.

#yandere hawks #yandere dabi #hawks smut #dabi smut #mha smut #yandere #my hero smut #my hero academia smut #yandere smut

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agere-fandom-time · 4 years ago

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Hi hi!! Can I gets a fic with toddler regressor! Midoriya izuku going nonverbal during an outing and lowkey regressing but he doesnt know what's happening and he just kind of rolls with it and the rest of 1-A's just like "whelp, looks like we've got a toddler on our hands??" Idk idk but yeah. Please n thankies

I loved this idea so much. Here is your fanfiction!! Mainly featuring Todoroki, Tokoyami, and Asui as the caregivers, with brief appearances from most of Class 1-A but I couldn’t fit everyone in. Also some Dadzawa, of course.

Can be read below the 'read more’ or here on AO3.

Content Warnings: Sensory overload, non-verbal regression, briefly mentioned fear of Bakugou, involuntary regression in public.

-Mod Stella

Izuku had always enjoyed shopping with his class.

Of course, now that they had moved into the dorms, there were new rules. A teacher had to come with them, and the students were required to stay in groups of three at all times. They had gone shopping in chaotic groups in their first year, but now leaving campus was an entire event, filled with paperwork and anticipation.

Today, Izuku sat in the middle of the bus between Ochako and Shouto, discussing their math homework. Around them, the rest of 1-A was humming with gossip and excitement as the city sped by outside the bus. Eventually, the conversation turned to specific questions, and all three pulled out their notebooks to compare their answers.

Kaminari wandered over to check on Ochako’s answers, earing him a smack on the head from Kirishima.

“Dude, come one, cheating is totally uncool!”

“I was just checking my answer,” Kaminari pouted, rubbing his head. “I wanted to know if I got question three right!”

“Bring your notebook over,” said Izuku. “The more the merrier!”

By the time they reached the mall, half of the class had their notebooks out and were arguing about the bonus question.

“Not to discourage you from schoolwork, but we could have stayed on campus if you wanted a study session,” Aizawa called from the front of the bus as the doors opened.

“We’re here!” Mina cried, shoving her notebook into her backpack and bolting for the door without zipping up her bag. Izuku could see her through the bus windows as the rest of the class followed her, bouncing impatiently in place as she waited for them. Izuku joined the line outside the bus, waiting for Aizawa to check the class numbers and announce the groups for today.

“Alright, pick your own trios today. Feel free to travel in groups of six, but don’t be a pain for the other people at the mall. Behave while you’re here.” Aizawa’s glare travelled across the class, and Izuku nodded furiously. He wasn’t going to cause any trouble this time!

Izuku was so busy nodding that he almost missed when people started mingling to form trios. He quickly located his nearest friend, which was Shouto, and walked towards him. It looked like he had already paired up with Tokoyami and they were just waiting for a third.

“Mind if I join you guys?” Izuku asked, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his backpack as he got closer.

“You are welcome,” Tokoyami said. Shouto simply nodded and shifted his body to include Izuku in their little circle.

“Cool, thanks!” Izuku took his place with them, watching the rest of the class divide themselves. Most of them were split by gender, having discovered that the boys and girls tended to shop in different places. Aoyama and Mina were the exception to the rule, an inseparable shopping duo. Hagakure had joined them today, and the three were already planning their route through the mall with loud enthusiasm.

“Do you guys need to visit any clothes stores? I’ve gone through, like, ten pairs of socks since our last trip, but I’m okay aside from that,” Izuku admitted. “I’d love to check out the new All Might figurines, I think the games store carries them here…” His trio started to plan their trip with far less fanfare than Aoyama’s.

“You have until five,” Aizawa called into the noise of the class. “Text me if there’s trouble, I’ll be in the food court keeping an eye out.”

“Yes sensei,” the class chorused. Finally free, they filed into the mall in an exuberant crowd.

Izuku, Shouto, and Tokoyami ended up in the bookstore first, trailing each other to their preferred sections (Izuku the manga, Shouto the poetry, and Tokoyami the historical fiction, which Izuku wouldn’t have guessed). All three of them found something to take home and they re-entered the main hallway of the mall with new bags hanging on their arms.

Excited as Izuku was to read his new magazine, the sound of the mall was starting to grate on him. The lights were slightly too bright, and the rustle of plastic bags clashed with the incessant noise of the crowd. People rushed past each other, occasionally brushing against Izuku, and he had to control his instinct to flinch whenever someone stepped on his foot or bumped into his shoulder.

Izuku trailed behind the others, focusing on Tokoyami’s sneakers so that he wouldn’t lose them. He tried to shut out the sounds of the mall, with limited success. There was just too much.

“Are you alright?”

Izuku was surprised to hear Shouto’s quiet voice from his left, and glanced up to see the other boy walking beside him, forehead creased with concern. Izuku smiled and went to say… something. But he couldn’t quite figure out what to say, or how to say it, so he settled for giving Shouto a thumbs-up. Shouto’s expression did something too complicated for Izuku to follow, and then he offered a subtle smile and an outstretched hand.

Izuku didn’t think twice before sliding his hand into Shouto’s, and everything was immediately better. Had the mall been too bright? It was very nice, almost sunny. It was still a little too loud, but he didn’t have to worry about that. He just had to follow Shouto wherever he went, hand-in-hand.

Knowing he wouldn’t lose his friends, Izuku was free to look around. And there was a lot to look at. Lots of strangers, and bright coloured clothing in the shop windows, and… ah!! All Might figurines!

Izuku dug his heels in, pulling Shouto to a stop. Shouto looked back with concern on his face, but Izuku smiled and pointed towards the shop with figurines in the window, and Shouto’s expression cleared.

“Tokoyami!” Shouto called into the crowd ahead of them. “Izuku wants to stop.”

It only took a moment for Tokoyami to join them, glancing briefly down at their joined hands. “I’m with you,” he nodded. “I will follow.”

Izuku tugged Shouto towards the games and collectibles store. There were so many things in here that Izuku loved! So many heroes and cool clothing and wow! Izuku bounced on his heels a little as he pulled Shouto into the store.

Once they were inside, Izuku let go of Shouto’s hand and dove in. There were plushies to feel, and figurines to inspect, and lots of games to check out! Distantly, he was aware of the others following close behind, murmuring to each other. But the merch was so much more important. Lots of All Might, of course, but there was a plushie of Thirteen that Izuku had to take a minute to cuddle. Ochako would probably like that: she was a big Thirteen fan, and had a fair number of plushies. And there was a Crimson Riot figurine that made Izuku think of Kaminari. He gave it a pat on the spiky head. Izuku didn’t hug Kaminari enough. He gave good hugs.

Finished with his inspection, Izuku turned back to his friends and reclaimed Shouto’s hand, leaning contentedly against his side. It made him happy just to be here, surrounded by all these things he could buy, and his friends as well. Tokoyami was on Izuku’s other side, and he bumped his beak lightly against Izuku’s head when Izuku came to join them. Izuku blinked at him. Was that how birds said hello?

Izuku tried to return the gesture, but he didn’t have a beak, so he just poked his nose into Tokoyami’s jawline. He heard Shouto stifle a laugh behind him, and he was pulled back to Shouto’s side.

“Be nice to Tokoyami,” Shouto said. Izuku tilted his head, confused. He was being nice! He was saying hello.

“Should we find another group?” Tokoyami suggested quietly. “Would you like to see Uraraka?” he asked Izuku.

Izuku nodded. Why wouldn’t he want to see Ochako? She was one of his best friends!

“Sounds good.” Shouto’s fingers wrapped a little more firmly around Izuku’s as they started to walk again. Izuku continued to stare around the mall. Everything seemed so fast and loud and big. Was this how the world always was? Something felt off, but Izuku couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

Suddenly, there was movement through the crowd: Kacchan shoving his way through a group of preteen girls with his usual murderous expression, Kaminari and Kirishima loudly apologizing as they followed in his wake.

Izuku did his best to hide behind Tokoyami and Shouto, pressing closer to Tokoyami in the process. A face emerged from Tokoyami’s shoulder, making Izuku jump, but it was just a small part of Dark Shadow stretching lazily from Tokoyami’s shirt, glancing at Izuku and then back towards Kacchan’s trio.

“Don’t worry, kid, we’ve got your back,” Dark Shadow muttered, and did the same beak thing that Tokoyami had done, pressing gently against Izuku’s forehead and then retreating back into Tokoyami’s shoulder.

Izuku stared at the place where the shadow had been, mouth slightly open.

“Still alright?” Shouto asked, pressing Izuku’s hand lightly. “Do you want to get some headphones from Aizawa or Iida?”

Izuku shook his head. Less sound was nice, but he liked being able to hear his friends’ voices. Shouto gave him a thumbs-up, and Izuku mirrored the gesture with a grin.

“There they are,” Izuku heard Tokoyami announce. “Dark Shadow, get their attention.”

“Alright, alright, jeez.” Dark Shadow jumped from Tokoyami’s back and stretched above the crowd, waving a clawed hand. That got a lot of the crowd’s attention, but soon Izuku could see who he’d been gesturing at: a group of four girls, Ochako at their head, was coming over towards them.

“Hey Tokoyami, hey Dark Shadow! What’s up?” Ochako asked.

“I believe we have completed our expedition. We wanted to check with other members of our class,” Tokoyami said. Izuku frowned. Were they really done? But he needed… socks? Or maybe food? He was supposed to buy something.

“Hey, Izuku,” Tsu said, coming to join them. “How’s the trip?”

Izuku was slowly getting used to the weird twisting sensation that kept happening when he tried to talk. He gave Tsu another smile and thumbs-up. She nodded, her tongue poking out from her mouth.

“Don’t feel like talking? I get that. Ribbit. Do you want to go back to the bus?”

Izuku was conflicted. It would be quieter on the bus, and maybe he could even lie down, but all his friends were here! He didn’t want to be alone.

Not knowing how to express the feeling, Izuku reached his free hand towards Tsu and wiggled his fingers. Seeming to understand, Tsu moved forwards and curled her hand in his, and Izuku squeezed both her and Shouto’s hands.

“We’d come with you, if you wanted,” Tsu said. “I’m pretty much finished, and the others will still be a group if we head out. We’d have to check in with Aizawa-sensei, ribbit, but he won’t mind.” Izuku liked the idea of talking to Aizawa. He took care of the class. Izuku felt safer with Aizawa, and when his friends were with Aizawa.

Izuku reluctantly nodded. There was more to see at the mall, and he was sad to miss it, but the idea of curling up on the bus and relaxing with his friends sounded a lot better.

“Well, let’s go then!” Tsu said, pointing towards the food court.

“Wait, wait, I want to give Izuku a hug!” Ochako yelled, and then there were arms wrapping around Izuku from behind, pulling him back into Ochako’s familiar embrace.

Izuku melted, arms dropping to his sides and his weight leaning back into Ochako. She made a surprised noise, tilting back under the pressure, and then Izuku was weightless and Ochako pulled him properly into her arms.

“Hey, Izuku,” she murmured. “I’m sorry you’re going, but I hope you have a good time with Tsu and Todoroki.”

“Mmm!” Izuku said, hoping that Ochako would understand that he meant that he would definitely have a good time, and it was a very nice hug, and thank you very much.

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” Ochako sighed, and pressed a kiss to the top of Izuku’s head, right on his hair. He squeaked and felt his cheeks flush from the unexpected affection. It had felt… a lot like Tokoyami’s beak, actually. But kind of softer. “Take care of him, you two!”

“You know we will, ribbit.”

His weight restored and his hands taken again by his friends, Izuku turned to smile over his shoulder at Ochako as he was led away, his face still warm from the kiss. She smiled and waved, before turning back to Jiro, Momo, and Tokoyami. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Ochako’s voice was high-pitched and excited as she joined the conversation. Hopefully they were having fun.

“Careful, Izuku,” Shouto said, tugging at his hand. “Watch where you’re going.”

Izuku turned his eyes back to the front just in time to let Tsu and Shoto navigate him around a support beam that had been coming a little too close for comfort. Then they were in the food court, the crowd less chaotic here but the conversations louder.

Aizawa was sitting alone, dressed in passably civilian clothes with his capture weapon draped around his neck, phone in one hand. He lifted his chin as soon as Izuku and his friends stepped into view, acknowledging them as they headed towards him.

“Hey sensei,” Tsu said, when they got close enough. “Izuku’s a little overwhelmed and we were thinking about heading back to the bus for a while.”

“Did something happen?” Aizawa asked, directing the question towards both Izuku and Tsu as his eyes flickered between the three of them.

“Not as far as I know,” Shouto answered. “I think it was just the mall.” His thumb swiped across the back of Izuku’s hand. “Do you know?”

Izuku shook his head, then gently pulled his hands free.

Loud, he signed to Aizawa, whose eyes followed the gesture. Bright. Tired.

“Do you want a set of headphones?” Aizawa offered, making a shift towards the bag he’d brought along.

Izuku shook his head. Friends, he signed. Thank you.

“Suit yourself. How about a fidget toy?”

That sounded tempting, and Izuku’s face must have shown it, because Aizawa was rummaging in his bag and tossing things onto the table shortly thereafter. A Rubix cube, a length of string for cat’s cradle, squares of paper for folding, and a miscellany of little fidget gadgets. Izuku chose a set of interlocking rings that made a nice sound when he rattled them, and were fun to twist around each other. He gave Aizawa a smile and a bow, and then put the rings in his mouth. They were cool and metallic, and interesting to bite, but not very nice on Izuku’s teeth.

“Hmm.” Aizawa said, looking unimpressed. “I’ll have to clean those. And get you a proper chew if you’re going to be putting things in your mouth. Maybe a necklace so you can keep track of it.” He packed the rest of the fidget toys away, but not before tossing Tsu her favourite fidget cube and a set of keys. “Lock the bus doors behind you. If those keys go anywhere near the ignition, you’ll be expelled.”

“Yes, sensei,” Tsu agreed, tucking the cube and the keys into her pocket. “We’ll be careful.”

“You’d better be,” Aizawa said. “And take care of Problem Child.” Izuku perked up at the nickname. That was him! Aizawa was talking about him!

“Why is everyone saying that today?” Shouto said. “Of course we will.” He rested a hand on Izuku’s shoulder, which was almost as nice as holding his hand. Izuku leaned into the touch, eyes closing for a moment. He felt very tired all of a sudden.

“Come on, Izuku,” Tsu said, and then his hands were taken again and he was led away, out of the mall. Izuku’s eyes were more closed than open now, and the mall passed in brief flashes of colour and crowd. With a friend on each side, deflecting the traffic, no one bumped into him. Soon enough, they were in the fresh spring air, and Izuku blinked his eyes open to stare up at the clear blue sky, breathing in the taste of petals and dirt.

His friends were by his side, the smell of spring was in the air, and Izuku felt better than ever. The world was very big, but it didn’t matter because his friends were there. They would take care of him. He was safe.

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tf2-headcanons-and-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Hewwo! Can I request some headcanons on how each mercenary would raise their daughter from childhood to adulthood? Thanksies!! Also, I adore your writing 😘💞

A/N: A nice short and sweet thing I hope you lot enjoy! My desire to have children when I’m older and married is strong so it fueled this for me :)

Scout:

- Honestly this man has no clue how to raise a daughter

- He knows how to raise boys, but knows nothing about raising girls, so you help him out more times than he wants to admit

- He definitely wants to make sure his daughter stays healthy and active, so growing up he introduces her to various sports

- Baseball, Softball and American Football are among the 3 most played sports between Scout and his daughter

- Early morning runs became a tradition between Scout and his girl growing up. Unless one was injured or sick, they would ALWAYS run in the morning

- Scout looks to you for giving your daughter life advice because try as he might he just can’t seem to give the right advice to her

- Overprotective? Nah, so long as his daughter doesn’t do something incredibly stupid or brings home a very dangerous partner

- When Scout’s daughter reaches adulthood, they continue with their morning jogs and start to play aggressively against each other in sport

Soldier:

- This man goes from hardcore drill seargent to hardcore softie in a matter of SECONDS after meeting his daughter for the first time

- This man is about discipline and self-routine. He’d try to make sure his daughter can look after herself properly in case anything was to happen

- He would definitely give in to the tea parties, he so would

- When she’s old enough, he’d teach her how to shoot a gun for self defence

- He leaves the stuff about school and girl-based advice to you

- He is literally the dad holding a shotgun when his daughter brings home a romantic partner, and he will intimidate them and their loyalty to his daughter

- Soldier will reward good behaviour and actions, often taking his daughter out to see a movie or get some ice cream

- When Soldier’s little girl becomes a woman, he’ll teach her how to use explosives and basically drop in with a packet of bread and stories to tell

Pyro:

- Pyro is just excited about having a daughter, that’s another person to host tea parties with!

- Dear god where they afraid of hurting her, especially since they worked with dangerous amounts of fire 24/7

- Cute clothes for the baby girl? FUCK YES!!!

- Stuffed toys? YOU BET!!!

- You enjoy watching Pyro play with your little girl, and you loved to join in

- All three of you celebrate the holidays like there is no tomorrow, and you absolutely love it

- Pyro surprisingly teaches your daughter how to be safe around fire. The last they want is to see their little girl covered in burn marks

- They are generally good with giving advice, but stuff like puberty is a zone Pyro does not go to, often leaving those questions with you

- When your daughter grows up, Pyro loves dropping in for tea, and definitely loves bringing up baby photos of your little girl

Demoman:

- Demoman is over the moon when he first met his daughter. He forever counts himself lucky he had the eyesight to see her

- Babyproofed the house and never laid a finger on explosives when she was around

- You never thought you’d see the day Demo would stop drinking, but ever since your daughter was born he didn’t touch a single drop

- He never consistently bagged your child about becoming a demolitions expert, but he always had fun making small and safe explosions in the yard every now and then

- He is the parent who sneaks their child a sip of Whiskey on the rocks. You were certainly not impressed when you caught him

- He did return to drinking as his daughter grew older, but he never drinks to the amounts he drank before she was born

- He is really good with life advice (thanks to his own mother), and is the dad that tries to guide his child along the straight and narrow path

- When she grows up he takes her down to the bar to drink responsibly, and he loves telling her stories of his days working as a mercenary

- You bet he tests the romantic partner with hardcore shots of Rum containing 90% Alcohol

- FYI such alcohol exists

Heavy:

- Heavy helped his mother raise his sisters for years, so having to look after a baby girl was easy for him

- Soft lullabies and fairytale stories at night were Heavy’s favourite moments of the day when your daughter was young

- Great with advice and puberty questions, though he sometimes turned to you to ask if he was answering them properly or not

- Definitely teaches his daughter fluent Russian and boxing

- As she gets older he starts talking more about his past as a mercenary and former life in a Russian gulag

- He definitely teaches his daughter the history of Russia and how bad things can be if a bad person was left in power

- When she grows up he is the loving father who loves talking as often as he can with his daughter. No matter how old she is, he would always call her by her childhood nicknames

Engineer:

- Engi wrote down lullabies on his guitar for her even before she was born

- Baby furniture was all assembled by hand by this Texan man

- He loves giving the infant girl cuddles and tries to get her to speak as early as humanly possible

- As she gets older he allows her into the workshop so long as she promises not to touch or break anything important or dangerous

- The amount of times this daughter of his has broken that rule is enough times to give him chronic back pains at the ripe old age of not-even-50-yet and you so very close to banning her from entering his workshop

- He is great with advice and even greater with schoolwork. He loves having discussions with her about subjects she doesn’t know too well. He will leave you with some personal questions if he can’t find the words for it

- He will encourage her to pursue her passions no matter what they were, even if society deemed it inappropriate. If she wanted to be a nurse or a lawyer or even the fucking Queen of England she can damn well strive to be just that!

- He invents various toys and items for her whenever an idea strikes him fancy, and he will teach her how to handle a wrench and a sink at least

- When she grows up he will continue making things for her and send them her way at random times. He will also be the aged father who loves playing the guitar for her

Medic:

- Local medical man knows you were pregnant with a girl before you were 3 months pregnant

- Said medical man was over the moon he had a daughter to look forward to (you found it surprising that he wanted to dress her up in a lot of cute outfits)

- Medic would always take charge with making sure you and your unborn daughter were healthy and happy throughout the pregnancy

- He would also be the one to deliver the baby! The amount of happy tears he shed holding her for the first time was the most happy you had seen him in a long time

- Having a baby kept Medic in his toes. No child of his, daughter or son, was going to go through the night with a cold!

- He is the one who always patches up his daughter’s scratches with bandaids and song-like words that cheer her up

- God forbid him even let her into the Medbay in the middle of an experiment

- Medic would let his child feed the birds, and Archimedes loves hanging around your daughter

- Medic would go to you for help when he needed advice on how to take care of his little girl properly, but otherwise the both of you were just fine

- When your daughter grew up the first thing she did was go to Medical school inspired by her father’s career, and he would help support her as much as he could

- She would also take care of her own brood of doves

- She promised to keep away from experimenting for your sake

Spy:

- THIS MAN WAS A NERVOUS WRECK WHEN HE FOUND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT

- He already failed to raise one child, so why did fate give him another?!

- He promised himself he wouldn’t run like he did with his first child, and stuck with you throughout the pregnancy

- He would not let you mention how much he cried holding your daughter for the first time to anyone else

- He was a very cautious man once your daughter arrived. He even stopped smoking inside buildings to avoid ruining her lungs

- Taught her how to speak French as early as she could understand it. This may have lead her to develop his accent over time but you love it

- Advice was something Spy trusted you to do more than himself. He would never shake the fear he was going to fail at his second attempt at being a father

- You always found your heart melting whenever you caught your daughter and Spy resting with one another after reading a bedtime story

- Even after growing up, Spy always looked out for his daughter, and wouldn’t hesitate to protect her from any of his enemies that try to harm her or you

- He is forever grateful he was given a second chance at fatherhood, and did his best to not let it go to waste

A/N: So I’m back! Hope ya didn’t miss me too much. Thanks for being patient with me!! 💕💕

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simpsamaa · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Captains Dating HC’s

Have some dating headcanons with some of the captains in Haikyuu because i’m not a total simp for captains.

I also kinda got carried away with Kuroo’s- I just love him so much-

Also Bokuto’s is kinda suggestive- so- warning?

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also my requests are open

so you can request characters from BNHA or Haikyuu for headcanons or scenarios

Daichi Sawamura

Okay

When you start dating this man, you automatically become the mom for the team

Well second mom cause Suga’s the first mom.

You guys meet because you become a manager with Kiyoko and thus start a friendship with Daichi

and it leads on to more-

Will use stupid dad jokes on you when you feel down

Is the type of bf who would send you good night and good morning texts

He acts like an alarm clock for you

He will send you the good morning text at a certain time just to wake you up

Also so you have time to get ready in the morning, cause he’s a loving boyfriend

I expect this guy to be into PDA

But like

it’s just hand holding when you guys are in public

When you guys are alone,

cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc.

but every time you guys do something affectionate the team makes fun of you.

You guys act like an old married couple

Will take you out on the cutest dates

Wear his jersey to one of his games and his receives will be spot on

same with his spikes and serves

Honest to the team you’re a lucky charm so-

“Dai-kun, how are the first years?” You asked your boyfriend as the two of you entered the gym. Only the third and second years were in there, the first years were still taking an exam.

“Hmm, Tsukishima and Kageyama need to work on their interaction with the team, Hinata has been hyper as always, and Yamaguchi has some good progress on his jump serves.” Your black haired lover explained, making you smile at how he talked about his teammates.

“How have Tsukki and Tobio been working together? I think they’re the only ones who can’t sync properly” You said, crossing your arms while watching Nishinoya receive another spike from Tanaka.

“Well,” Daichi started with a deadpan look on his face, “Kageyama and Tsukishima can sync, they just argue over it half of the time.” He finished, making you laugh at the thought of them arguing.

“Mmh, maybe a training exercise for the both of them?” You asked, grabbing one of Daichi’s hands into your own, playing with his fingers.

“That might work, but-” “OI DAI-SAN STOP MAKING US FEEL LONELY” Tanaka cut off Daichi as he saw that you were playing around with the captains fingers.

“YEAH DAICHI-SAN, NOT ALL OF US HAVE AN ADORABLE SHORT GIRLFRIEND” Nishinoya joined in, making you glare at Nishinoya.

“I’M NOT THAT SHORT” You yelled back to the male with spiked hair. “YOU’RE SHORTER THEN ME” Noya yelled back.

Daichi let out a sigh, watching his girlfriend bicker with his teammates with a small chuckle.

“God, I love her so much”

We stan Daichi

HE CAN COOK

Will cook you lunch

In the end

100% husband material

Also call him daddy

Oikawa Tooru

Now let’s talk about this flat ass man

He loves PDA

Will tell you he loves you

Will grab your hand, pull you onto his lap, kiss you in front of his fangirls-

He means the best-

Loves it when you wear his clothes-

Wear his jersey, his hoodies, his track jacket

He loves it

Cause it shows that you’re his

He’s lowkey possessive

Hates it when you and Iwaizumi team up on him

“Flatass oikawa“ Is your nickname for him

jkjkjk

It’s Tooru

Yes you call him by his first name cause we’re basic bitches here okay

You’re basically the unofficial manager of the team cause you care about them too much

They all love you

Sends you good morning and good night texts with his face

cause he’s like that

And Oiks gets jealous

Will wake you up at three am to take you out to see the stars

and look for aliens

Honestly-

“TOORU OIKAWA DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?“ You exclaimed to your boyfriend as he dragged you out of the window, sitting on the roof at three fourteen in the morning.

“I know it’s late, but Y/n-chan,” The brown haired male started, “there’s a meteor shower and there could be aliens. So we have to watch tonight,” he explained making you sigh.

You knew you weren’t getting out of this.

“Don’t you have morning practice?“ You asked, locking your hues with his chocolate coloured ones. He gave you a smile before turning his head up to look at the stars, “Maybe, but that doesn’t concern you,”

You scrunched your eyebrows before hitting Tooru’s shoulder with your own, “It does concern me,” you started, glaring at the male. You were looking at his side profile. “You’re my boyfriend, and I love your team, of course i’m concerned,” you finished making his eyes widen.

Giving you a small smile, he pulled you in to a side hug, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Let’s just watch the stars tonight and not care about what happens later”

You and Oikawa miss the next day of school cause the both of you are tired from staying up all night-

I don’t think Oikawa can cook

but-

The meals his fan girls give to him-

eat them sis

He’ll never know anyway

His fangirls learn to like you too, because Oikawa likes you

and they like everything Oikawa likes-

though there are some of the delusional fans who think Oiks is just using you

Which he’s not btw

but take care of this baby-

he needs some love

In the end

100% Tooru material

Kuroo Tetsurou

Can we talk about this gif for a second-

Like the fourth season did him so good

LIKE I’M SO PROUD

lowkey daddy material-

ANYGAYS

ON TO THE HC’S

He adores you

A D O R E S Y O U

If you try a different style or change your hair style, he thinks it’s adorable

He’s highkey a simp for you

Loves PDA

He loves to grab your thigh when he sits next to you

he’s a thigh guys alright-

Loves kissing you in front of people

etc the whole team-

in front of Daishou-

Does get jealous sometimes, but only if he doesn’t know the person

You and Yaku are mom friends

After all, you do have to take care of a 187cm child

Kuroo lowkey think’s it hot how much you care about people and take care of people-

Study dates are a yes with him

You’ll go to little cafes with him-

CAT CAFES-

Sends you good morning texts at five am

and good night texts at four am

cause ISTG this man does not sleep-

Loves to tease you

If you’re shorter then him-

You’ll be called chibi-chan

Cough Yagami Yato Vibes COUGH

Loves it when you hug him

It makes him feel like a giant

which he is but- ight

LOVES TO KISS YOU TO DIStract you

You’ll be doing homework in his room and he’ll pull you into a breathless kiss and leave you wanting more-

like-

You twirled your mechanical pencil in your fingers, you eyes glanced down at your homework, science.

You weren’t the best at it, nor were you the worst but you still had trouble with it. Taking off your glasses, you rubbed at your temples before trying to solve the equation once more.

Tetsurou glanced into his room, his gold hues stopping at your figure hunched over his desk, homework in front of you. Turning around he got a glass of water and walked into his room once more.

“You’re going to get wrinkles early if you keep doing that face,” The black haired male teased, making you groan and press your forehead against the dark wood of his desk.

“i don’t get how you like science? It’s so boooring,” you groaned, the pencil rolling out of your hand onto the desk.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle before hearing him walk over to you. You raised your head, watching as his golden hues skimmed over the paper before he let out a small ‘pfft’.

“This is easy,” he said before explaining it.

You gasp as you finally get it, pushing Tetsurou’s hands away and grabbing your pencil, you began to scribble the answer down, only to be pulled into a heated kiss.

Kuroo’s tongue pushing past your lips to meet yours. Your eyes were wide, face slightly pink and hands curled up into loose fists gripping his shirt. You were about to close your eyes before he pulled away, a large smirk formed on his face as he saw you.

“You need to get back to your paper, I guess i’ll leave you alone”

Let’s just say- you did not get the paper finished, but it was a good outcome-

Okay-

I’m like thirsting Kuroo-

So this is long as fuck-

Kuroo can cook basic things

Will cook for you only if you ask

But if oyu cook for him-

He’s whipped

100% Daddy Boyfriend material

Bokuto Koutarou

Season four bokuto got me feeling some way-

like-

they did my baBY SO GOOD

ANYGAYS-

Hyper boy loves PDA

Will hold you when he has the time to-

Loves to kiss you

Even when Akaashi tells him that it’s going against the school rules-

Loves the difference between your hand and his

The way your hand is so small compared to his

and soft

his hands are huge btw-

Loves to call you pet names

Birdy, Baby bird, dove etc..

Lots of bird related ones-

Loves it when you go to practice and his games

His spikes will be on p o i n t

You and Akaashi are buddies

You both have to deal with this hyper male-

Like Kuroo he loves your thighs

if the two of you are cuddling-

hands on thighs

and ass-

He loves to hold you-

Sends you good morning texts at six in the morning

and good night texts at nine pm

This man actually sleeps i think-

The team loves you

You raise bokuto from his lowest on the court.

Will state how much he loves you everyday

“Y/N I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK“

“Y/N I LOVE YOU MORE THEN HINATA LOVES VOLLEYBALL“

yk?

Will get very whiny when you try to do something other then love him

Becomes depressed bokuto until you give him the love and affection he deserves.

Bokuto wasn’t at his best today at all. His spikes were off, his serves either hit the net or went out of bounce. Why, you might ask. well today you decided to get up early without waking up your boyfriend and go to school without waking him up.

You walked into practice, scrolling threw something on your phone. Quickly looking up you gave the team a small smile before going to sit on the benches, your eyes going back to your phone.

Bokuto let out another groan as you did’t give him a hug or a kiss or any type of affection. Akaashi soon caught on to what you were doing and marched over to where you were on the bench.

“Y/n-san stop ignoring bokuto-san,” the dark haired male said making you look up at his tall figure before giving him a small laugh. “how did you figure me out?” you asked while standing up and brushing your skirt.

“Bokuto gets in his depressed mode when you ignore him,” The younger male stated before turning his body so you could see the spiked haired male whining.

You gave the second year a smile before walking over to your whining boyfriend.

“kou are you alright?” you asked pressing a kiss to his cheek as he was hunched over. Golden hues locked into yours before Bokuto pulled you into his muscular chest.

“Are you done ignoring me?” his whispered as he nipped your ear.

“Yes sir“ you quietly responded, eyes darting around, making sure no one was looking at the two of you.

“that’s a good girl, now go over there and wait for me. You’ll get what you deserve after practice”

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Okay well we’re done for now with these headcanons- i started this in july and only finished it now-

anygays- I hope you enjoyed these and if you have characters you want me to write a scenario or headcanons. just ask!!

BTW DID YOU KNOW: Oikawa is taller then bokuto, but Bokuto weighs more. That ass got weight that Oikawa’s non-existent ass doesn’t have-

i love you guys💗

✨thank you for reading!!✨

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darknessisafriend · 4 years ago

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Can you do some Commodus smut, please? I’m missing my kingggg ❤️

And here you go for Commodus smut! I love our Emperor so much, I can’t stop writing him! <3<3 I hope you will enjoy it, it got a bit kinky^^

The One rule:

“Good day ladies and boys! I hope you are all doing well today.” Said Commodus with a charming smile as he entered his harem, his icy eyes scanning the room; three hundred of his men and women who were only there to pleasure him and bring him comfort when he needed; perfect. And it wasn’t so bad, they could basically do anything they wanted in their free time, being educated, relaxing, and as the privileged of the Emperor, they could get anything they wanted, he always made sure to pamper his darlings. They all smiled and bowed to the handsome Emperor, a passionate man who was not to be fooled and who could kill when vexed. But he was a good lover, very good, who knew how to reciprocate the pleasure he received, who was generous, benevolent and even tender with those he appreciated the most. As long as you respected the rules established, whatever they were, everything went well.

“Who would please you today, Caesar?” asked the eunuch who watched after the harem.

“I am looking for my favorite.” he smiled, he was eager to see you and spend time with you. In dark corners some would say he had fallen in love with you, lately you were the only one he asked for. But no one would ever dare to say it aloud, the Emperor was very private about his harem and it was forbidden to anyone to mention it and even less when it came to you, his most precious possession.

“Y/N? Let’s see where she is…” the man bowed to the Emperor and went to look for the woman he desired and Commodus decided to do the same, hoping to surprise you. Perhaps you were having a bath, putting on makeup, reading…he was curious. He kept his impatience inside, it could be fun, search for you, he felt like a predator looking for his prey…you were a rare bird, beautiful, smart, strong-willed; he was addicted to you.

As he silently walked in the corridors of the harem, he heard noises and a man such as himself instantly recognized moans of pleasure. His blood started to boil in his veins, the one rule that was not to break was being broken. Quickly, he found the direction of the noises and came bursting into the room and here you were, his favorite girl, betraying him by breaking the unique rule, receiving pleasure from something else than him, pleasuring yourself.

You jumped when someone burst in your room, and you looked at Commodus in fear as your recognized him, he was furious.

“Commo-…!” you couldn’t say more that he had crossed the distance that separated him from you, he seized your chin, looking at you in the eyes.

“Don’t call me by my name! not when you have broken the only rule you had! Only I can give you the pleasure you seek, have you forgotten?”

“No, Caesar.” You tried to shake your head; you didn’t think he would catch you.

“And you are lying to your Caesar. If you remembered, you wouldn’t have dared to pleasure yourself. I think a good reminder is needed.” His eyes were burning, and a sly grin formed on his lips, you didn’t know whatever to be afraid or excited, but you knew you would regret your mistake. The Emperor soon dragged you out of the harem, not caring about how uncovered you were, but after all, people knew that if they laid their eyes on the favorite, they would die in the following minute.

“I don’t want to be disturbed. Under no circumstances!” he said as he crossed the door leading to his quarters. The guards nodded and closed the doors, whatever happened, you would be at the mercy of the Emperor and no one would intervene…

Commodus threw you on the bed “Take off the rest of your clothes.” He ordered you as he angrily paced in the room, why would YOU, of all of them, betray him, the one he lo-…preferred. You didn’t protest and undressed, you had all the liberties and privileges you wanted against one simple rule…and you had failed, succumbed to temptation.

From the corner of his eyes he noticed you were finally naked and he stopped, his eyes detailing your body, damn you were gorgeous, he would even dare to say you were more beautiful than Venus herself. However, you felt almost uneasy, intimidated by his intense look “Lie down, and don’t move.” He ordered you next, his tone dangerously low. You quickly obeyed, not wanting to anger him more, you laid still, waiting for him to do whatever went through his mind. Before you could think further, he sat astride you, his weight on your body preventing you from escaping him, pressing his hardness against your core, made you moan in need but he ignored it. You watched him as he took off his neck scarf and then grabbing your wrist, tying them together above your head with the piece of cloth, tightly enough for you to feel punished. He brought his lips closer to your mouth but never kissing you “I am going to make you regret your insolence.” He said in a dangerously calm tone; you wouldn’t know him, you would fear for your life, but Commodus knew the arts of punishment, in its many forms…

“I’m sorry Caesar, I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, he put his index on your lips to shush you.

“I am not asking you to apologize Y/N. It’s too late for that. Now, I forbid you to talk unless I ask you to. Clear?”

You nodded vividly “Yes, Caesar.” And he pulled back, his eyes detailing your naked body once again, all the marks of arousal were still present on your body, your nipples hard, your pupils dilated, you were se beautiful when you felt pleasure; a shame this time it wasn’t because of him, he didn’t like it at all and had to change that.

“Only I have the right to arouse you.” With his fingertips, he brushed over your so inviting nipples, watching your breath quicken as his fingers slowly slid down your body, your lower belly and stopping right above your pelvis, your eyes didn’t leave his hand, how bad you wanted him to touch you more, by reflex you lifted up your hips which made him chuckle.

“Tsktsk…so impatient already my dear.” He clicked his tongue in disapproval, a sadistic grin on his face before spreading your legs to have a full view on your womanhood. You couldn’t help but blush, despite being used to be intimate with the Emperor, his intense and hungry look on your private parts was…overwhelming and you found yourself quite ashamed of your state, wet and eagerly waiting for satisfaction.

You watched as Commodus lowered himself on you; you already knew he wouldn’t take off one single piece of clothing, simply because you would like it too much to see him naked. You swallowed down as he started to place slow, languishing kisses on your thighs, moving closer to your womanhood, inch by inch, your inner thighs, then your pelvis, his kisses lingering on your skin for long seconds, he inhaled your scent, the one that made him crazy like an animal.

“Oh Y/N why must you do this to me…” he groaned, he craved to fuck you and yet, because of your disobedience he had to punish you, not able to enjoy you as much as he wanted. “Your pussy is Caesar’s, just mine…not even yours. Mine.” He tilted his head and kissed it full mouth, making you gasp in surprise, oh by the gods, that mouth! You clenched your fists, pulling on your binds as if to free yourself, you wanted to bury your fingers in his dark locks. You whimpered as he slowly licked from down to up, the tip of his tongue teasing your hole, how bad you wanted him inside you but he would not even finger you, especially in that mood.

“None of them taste like you do…you are intoxicating….addictive…” he murmured between laps, his hands maintaining your legs wide open, amused by how you kept moving your hips in need. You closed your eyes, starting to moan as he lightly sucked your clitoris.

“Oh C-…!” his name died in your throat, remembering his order, you much preferred his torture rather than having him not touching you at all. And as a warning, his tongue stopped its work for long seconds, you let out little cries, desperate for more. Commodus watched you from between your thighs, pleased by the despair he generated in you.

“Feel it Y/N this pleasure, this craving for satisfaction…only I can give it to you.” He murmured against you core before continuing again, skillfully licking and sucking the sensitive skin, making you moan again and more and more, louder each time, you wanted to scream his name, your Emperor to whom you were so devoted to. You squinted your eyes shut, your mouth agape as you felt him moan while pleasuring you, it was known, Commodus loved pleasuring with his mouth, to taste those he desired and it excited him beyond reason.

And how much he loved your taste, he could do this all day along and forever, you made him lose his mind. And how unfortunate it was that he had to punish you and just as he felt you were about to climax, he stopped, moving his mouth away from your soft spot.

“Com- Caesar please!” you cried out in frustration, tears prickling in your eyes, you heart was racing and you rocked your hips in hope for satisfaction but nothing, he didn’t touch you and instead watched you with some satisfaction. You were so sorry, you just wanted him!

“Oh I will please my little dove but before that…tell me who were you thinking about as you disobeyed me. And then I will decide the end of this…” His hand went to your womanhood, the tip of his fingers teasingly brushing over your clit, he knew how to make you talk and he could keep it going for hours. You whimpered, a tear running along your cheek, you just wanted to beg him to grant you orgasm.

“I-I….was thinking about you Caesar…always…only you.” You answered honestly, your voice trembling. He briefly froze, surprised by your words. He was flattered and almost felt dumb, actually you had never betrayed him, he occupied your thoughts constantly, you only had desire for him and even in pleasuring yourself, you only allowed the thought of him to grant you this pleasure. “I-I’m so sorry Caesar…I wanted you so much and I didn’t want to disturb you in your work..I-” he didn’t let you finish you apology that his mouth was between your thighs again, he was eagerly continuing his divine work on you but this time he won’t deny you what you sought. What a fool he had been!

“You have been such a good girl, my dear…so good!” he said as he pleasured you, getting lost in his actions, his arousal was at its peak, terribly excited by your confession and how much you craved him. And soon you came, in a relieving scream of liberation, finally free from all this desire you had trapped inside you and Commodus followed you, your only pleasure made him come. You panted, recovering your breath for long seconds and starring into each other’s eyes.

Before he pulled on the knot of your bindings and freed you, happily letting you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers burying in his locks “Thank you, Commodus.” You breathed with a pleased smiled and he grinned in return, you had the most beautiful expression on your face each time he made love to you.

“Next time you desire me so much Y/N. Have a eunuch call for me.” He leant closer to you, capturing your lips for one of his very tender kisses “It will be a pleasure for me to fill in all your desires.” He promised you softly, and here’s why you loved him so much, a man of extremes, capable of violence and sadism and yet would be the most possessive and tender lover.

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viking-raider · 4 years ago

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The Belle and the Bane - Chapter I

Summary: Your simple life is disrupted, when the Bane raises the taxes of Mintwillow, yet again. Forcing your father to do something desperate to save you both.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/You

Word Count: 5,667

Rating: G - Fantasy!AU, Bane!Henry, Language, Loneliness

Inspiration: This is my oddball take on the Beauty and the Beast.

Author’s Note: Thanks to @wondersofdreaming for helping me out with this! Tell me what you think!

You woke early the next morning, figuring your patient hadn't gotten any worse or died, since you weren't woken up in the dead of night to rush out to her hut. The birds were singing outside your window, the rising sun pushing back the darkness of the night and the fog from the village, filling every corner of it with beautiful light. You hummed happily as you got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, you could hear the steady and rhythmic clang of your father's hammer pounding and working some piece of metal into impossible shapes.

“Morning, dove!” He called out.

His forge was an open lean-to attached to one side of the house, a doorway giving him access to both. He always left the door open, it had become a habit between him and your mother, so they could talk to each other over the clang of his work and the quiet of hers, keeping them connected throughout their day, since they were almost always in close proximity. It also worked out, when you were younger and your mother had to run off and tend to someone. He would either sit you on the hearth rug with some of your toys, going back to his work and keeping an eye on you through the door, or he would set you down on a workbench in his area, so you could watch, and be safely out of his way. You always loved when he did that, you loved watching him shape things, making whatever his customers ordered.

“Morning, Papa!” You called back with a smile.

In more than one way, you had put on your mother's shoes, both of you would talk through the open forge door as you went about your day, making herbal packets and other things you needed, while he worked at his anvil.

“What's on the fire today?” You asked, getting the stove going and started breakfast.

“One of the boys in the village is proposing to his gal, so he's asked me to make her a ring.” Your father replied, bending over his work.

Apart from being a blacksmith, your father also dabbled in metalsmithing, since the village metalsmith had moved away almost a year ago, to hard hit to live in Mintwillow any longer.

“Jeremiah or Marcus?” You asked, frowning at the cooking food as it sizzled in the pan, the village was too small and gossip moved faster than the wind.

“Travis and Daisy.” Your father replied, changing tools.

“What?” You snapped, surprised. “I thought they broke up a month ago?”

“Love!” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Hormones!” You huffed back, chuckling.

“That too!”

“Come, eat!” You said, plating up breakfast and setting it down on the breakfast table, then taking a seat yourself.

“Smells amazing, as always.” He smiled at you, taking a seat beside you and took up his fork and knife.

“Thanks.” You smiled back at him, digging into your own plate.

A little while later, you were sitting at your table, making a parcel of herbs for one of your regular patients with a chronic illness, when you heard the clang of your father's hammer go quiet. You paused for a moment, worried that he'd pushed himself too hard and had one of his dizzy spells again. But, a second later, you heard his voice out the front window, he was in the front yard of the house, speaking to someone else. Getting up, you looked out the window and saw your father talking to a tall male, both looked stiff and angry, the strange man's face was nearly purple, he was so angry. Concerned, you went out and stood on the porch, crossing your arms over your chest and listened to them argue.

“You can't do this!” You father barked, hand clenched around the heavy hammer he was still holding. “Your master has already raised the taxes on my goods, two months ago! I'm barely breaking even with that. If he raises it again, I won't make anything!”

“Mr. Cavill can do whatever he wants with the goods his company supplies you. I was just sent here by his butler to tell you the information.” The man gruffed back, scowling at your father. “So, you can either give him everything in your possession to pay his taxes, or you can find someone else to supply you your trade goods.” He started coldly, then turned on his heels and marched away.

Your father's shoulders tensed up before thrusting his hammer into the dirt and storming away, only to come back a moment later to retrieve his hammer, then returned to his forge. You frowned after the now gone man, before walking around the house to your father's forge, finding him sitting down on a small stool beside his raging forge, hammer between his feet and his face in his hands.

It was a rare sight, to see him so dejected and beaten down.

“So, the Bane raised the taxes again?” You asked, softly.

“Nearly double since the last time.” He replied, not looking up or taking his hands from his face. “I don't know how I'll make this work.” He mumbled to himself. “I can't raise my prices, it's almost more than the villagers can afford now, with him taxing them as well.” He sighed, scrubbing his calloused hands over his tired and sunken face. “We'll either end up destitute or end up like Sheamus, the metalsmith, and move away.”

“You promised mum you'd never move away from her grave.” You said quietly, biting your lip, and feeling a hot knot in your stomach.

“I know I did, girl. I know I did.” He sighed again, sitting up and letting you see his pained expression, the glitter of unshed tears in his eyes. “I don't know what else to do.” He said softly and stood. “I'm a bit tired, Dove. I think I'll take myself a long nap.” He slowly moved into the house.

“Do you want me to make you a cup of your tea first?” You asked, following after him, concerned and worried.

“Maybe later.” He sighed, going into his room and quietly closing the room.

You stood there, at a loss from the situation, you were even more helpless in the situation. You couldn't make your patients pay anymore than your father could his customers. Sighing, you went back to your herbs, needing something to distract your mind from the grim situation. Glancing out the window, and even though you couldn't see it from this side of the house, you cursed the Bane and his evil presence in your life, in the lives of Mintwillow.

A little while later, your father came out of his room, carrying his jacket in one hand and a sealed letter in the other. You turned in your chair to face him, frowning and shaking your head at him. It was quite rare that your father went out anywhere, anything that needed to be done elsewhere, usually fell to you, while any of your father's business came to him.

“Where are you going?” You asked him as he made for the door.

“Out.” He replied, in a rather short tone. “I need to take this letter out.”

“Surely, I can do that.” You told him, shaking your head and getting out of your chair, hand held out for the letter.

“No, I'll take it out.” He shook his head back at you. “Hopefully, the walk will clear up some of my melancholy.” He told you, then went out the door.

You watched him go, troubled and worried he would do something dangerous to himself, with the state he was in.

“Sir?”

“What is it, Damien?” His master snapped from behind his massive desk, cluttered with papers of all kinds.

“You have a letter, sir.” Damien replied, unbothered by his master's perpetual sour mood.

“Put it with the other, Damien.” He huffed, rolling his eyes at the report in his hand.

“It's been labeled urgent, Sir.” Damien answered, stepping up to his desk and holding it out to him.

Rolling his eyes again, his master took the letter from his hand and opened it, skimming through it once, before actually reading it; his brows slowly lifting as he did. “This man can't possibly be serious!” He barked, reading the letter again to be sure he wasn't misreading it. “Fucking Christ, he is!” He huffed, holding the letter out to Damien.

“Who does he think I am?”

Damien read through the letter. “Perhaps, it's all he has, Sir.” He replied, finishing the letter.

“Perhaps!” He roared, huffing. “But, that isn't the type of collateral or possession I can do anything with! I'm not in the business of trafficking! Tell him no! Either useful possessions or he can go elsewhere.”

The butler frowned at the letter, his brain brewing. “Of course, Sir.” He bowed and showed himself out of his master's office, returning to the man standing in the enormous foyer. “Call back here in a week's time.” He told him, his shoulders square as he surveyed the downtrodden man.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you.” The man rambling, bowing over and over again. “Thank you.”

Damien opened the door for him, the man still thanking him as he went out the door. The butler knew his master was going to be furious that he'd taken it upon himself to reverse his choice to reject the man's offer, but hoped that, perhaps, it would brighten his master's life and the dark and oppressive castle. If it didn't, both he and the man's offer would likely be tossed out the door, if not off the nearby cliffs.

Your father came back two hours later, he looked both relieved and increasingly more troubled. He wouldn't talk to you about where he had gone or what the letter was about.

“What's done has been done. It can't be undone now, no matter how much I wish it wasn't to be.” Was all he would say to you.

Then, returned to his room.

“Dove.” Your father called up to your room.

You groaned and rolled towards the window, it was barely light out, and it was odd that your father was waking you up. Figuring you had a sudden patient, you got out of bed and quickly dressed, rushing down the stairs.

“What is it?” You asked, eyes looking around for your possible patient.

But, your father looked you over. “Why don't you go change.” he said, biting his lip. “Put your best dress on and fix your hair.”

“Why?” You frowned at him, not understanding.

“Please, Dove.” He begged you, softly.

A deep suspicion filled you, but you slowly turned and went back upstairs, doing as your father bid. He smiled at you as you came back down, but there was a poorly guarded sadness in his brown eyes. You tried asking him more questions as you followed him outside, but he was silent, his lips clamped into a thin line that went with the growing sadness in his eyes; it worried you to no end. You both trudged through the village, your father giving fellow villagers a short nod as they greeted each other as you passed them by. After a ten minute walk, your father took a sharp turn, heading out of the village and up the nearby road, the steep drop off of the cliffs to one side and a thin lining of willow trees that divided the town from the road and cliffs on the other side.

You both kept walking, you trailing slightly behind your father, your heart pounding and stomach twisting in hot and sharp knots of nausea, until you couldn't take it anymore, and you grabbed the back of his elbow, pulling him to a stop; which took an effort on your part, even though your father was weakened from the illness, he still had the thick and muscular body of a lifelong blacksmith.

“Papa, tell me what's going on?” You begged him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Where are we going? And, why?” You demanded, a hard lump forming in your throat as you saw just how sad and broken he really was.

“Please.”

“I promised your mother,” He paused, the emotion of mentioning your mother and the situation sticking in his throat. “I promised your mother, that I would take care of you. No matter what I had to do to make it so.” He told you, lifting his hand to your cheek, his fingers cold from the blustery winds whipping off the choppy ocean.

“What's that supposed to mean?” You frowned at him, gripping the sleeves of his coat.

“You'll find out soon enough.” He replied, pressed a kiss to your forehead. “No need worrying about it, just yet.” He added, turning away from you and continued on.

“But, I'm worrying about it now.” You replied to his back, the sound of your voice getting lost in the roar of the waves.

Sighing, you started following your father again, even more worried and concerned over what was going on. Did he arrange a marriage for you and was too worried about telling you about it, so he was just taking you to the parish church to spring it on you. Or was he planning something else entirely. You weren't sure which one worried you more, but your anxiety boosted, when your father took another turn and started up a steep road through a massive thicket of trees. You had lived in the area all of your life, so you knew what lived in this direction, and you weren't at all happy with it.

“The Bane!”

You barked at your father's back. “Why are we going to see the Bane!? What does that selfish and greedy bastard have to do with your promise to Mum?!” You demanded, stopping in the middle of the road, and refusing to go any further until he answered your questions.

His shoulders slumping, your father rubbed his face with both hands and turned around to face you. “He's agreed to see you.”

“For what?!” You growled, hands clenching.

“We'll find out when we get there.” He replied, chewing his bottom lip to bits. “So, come along, we don't want to be late.”

“I don't care if we're late!” You hissed at him. “He does nothing but hole himself up in that giant castle with all his riches, while we starve down in the village! He can wait on us for a change.” You argued, but still angrily followed. “I can't believe you're entertaining any of this! Of all the choices you could have made to keep your promise. You could have just married me off to someone in the village.”

“All the boys in the village are either betrothed or already married.” Your father sighed, shaking his head, and feeling his heart fall deeper into his boots.

He had considered that.

You were fuming by the time you both reached the Bane's door. Your father rang the doorbell, waiting for the butler to answer, and after a couple of minutes, the door opened with a loud creak. Damien lifted a brow at your father in silent acknowledgment, then looked over at you, his eyes scanning you, head to toe. It wasn't until he settled on your face that some kind of emotion showed from him, and he looked rather pleased at the sight of you, which only made you even more anxious and annoyed at the whole situation.

“This is my daughter.” Your father said, giving Damien your name and tried smiling at you proudly, but the smile itself didn't happen as well as the pride he did have in you.

“She's exceptionally beautiful.” Damien commented back. “I am sure my Master would love to have her company.” He added, with a nod of his head, like he was sure of it.

“Oh, I don't think so.” You shook your head and started to walk away.

“Come now, Dove.” Your father said, stopping you and bringing you back to the door. “He didn't mean it that way.” He told you, giving the butler a dark look.

“Of course not.” Damien replied, with a polite bow of his head. “Pardon, my unintended meaning, Ms.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Pardon given.” You said, softly, pressing your sweaty and shaking hands to your sides.

Nodding his head at you again, Damien stepped aside and motioned you inside. “I'll show you up to your room, I've made it ready for you.”

“Wait, what about my clothes?” You asked, looking at your father, confused. “This is all I have with me.”

“Worry not, Ms.” Damien told you, easily. “Clothing will be provided for you.” He assured some of your anxiety away.

“You'll be fine, Dove.” Your father smiled, giving you a strong hug. “Come and visit, when you can.” He told you, cupping your face in his hands. “And do mind your manners, for your mother and I.” He added, giving you a stern look.

“I'll try, but no promises.” You replied, rolling your eyes, hugely unhappy with him leaving you here with the Bane.

Sighing, you stepped inside the castle, shivering as the door closed with a slam and the cold air of the castle wrapped around you. You looked around the dim foyer, only a few lights were burning, just enough to see where you were going without bumping into any of the covered, but expensive, furnishings. Damien led you up the huge spiral staircase, going up several floors until he led you down the hall and to a room that was nearly the size of your father's house in the village. There was a fire already burning in the room, the heavy curtains were tied by from the three windows and the double French doors, that open out onto a private balcony. The gigantic four poster bed had its curtains pulled back and tied to its posts as well; the blankets were pulled down and the pillows fluffed. There were three other doorways as well.

It was like nothing you had ever seen before.

“If you give me your size,” Damien said, dropping a few more logs into your fireplace. “I will have a wardrobe put together for you.” He told you, offering you a friendly smile.

“Of course.” You replied, peeking out the windows. “Where's the Bane?” You asked, turning to him.

“Mr. Cavill,” He answered, with a soft sigh, he had always hated that people referred to his master as 'The Bane'.

If only they knew him, as I do. He thought for a moment.

“Is in his private chambers.” He explained to you. “I'm sure you'll be meeting him some time soon.” He added. “For now, I'll go down and fetch you some lunch.”

You gave Damien your size before he left you alone in the room. Biting your lip, you went to the double doors and stepped out onto the balcony, you were on the side of the house that faced away from the village, only seeing the two or three huts at the far end, everything else was trees, cliffs and ocean, which was so much louder, now that you were so close to the cliff's edge. It had been less than an hour, and you were already homesick, unable to stop the tears that dripped down your cheeks, but quickly wiped them away as Damien knocked on your door and came in, carrying a delicious smelling tray of food for your lunch, setting it on a table by one of the windows, then poured you a steaming cup of tea.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, taking up the tea. “So, why doesn't the B--” You cleared your throat. “Mr. Cavill, come out of this place?” You asked him, sitting down. “No one's seen him in years. Some don't even believe he's still alive.”

“Oh, he is very much still alive.” Damien laughed, shaking his head with amusement. “And more than well. But, Mr. Cavill prefers a calm and quiet life, here in the castle. The world out there holds nothing for him.” He explained to you.

“Other than taxing people out of food, homes and livelihoods.” You snorted, with a roll of your eyes. “and sometimes, their lives themselves.” You added, your eyes darkening as you recalled all the bodies of the Villagers being washed away by the waves crashing against the cliff sides.

“When the mood befouls him, he does do some rather rash and cruel things.” Damien replied, his face darkening. “But, he's really not as awful as the villagers make him out to be.” He defended his master.

“If you say so.” You retorted, taking another sip of your tea.

“I do.” He answered, lifting a brow at you. “I've known him since he was born. So, between the two of us, I believe I am the better judge of his character.” He told you, with a sharp edge in his voice.

A bell sounded somewhere in the vastness of the castle, cutting off your and Damien's conversation.

“If you need anything, just pull the rope. I'll bring you your dinner when it is ready.” He said, pointing to the rope, then rushed out of the room and to his master's room, elsewhere.

You listened to the echo of his shoes fade away the further he got from your room, and sighed, before finishing your lunch. Once your food was gone, you stood and opened one of the three other doors, finding it was a large bathroom, then moved to the next and found it was a huge, and empty, walk-in closet. The third door, to your surprise, led into a massive library, the shelves lined with dusty and cobwebbed books, the reading sofas had white sheets draped over them. It had a huge bay window, the two side panels of the filthy window were stained glass, the Cavill family emblem and coat of arms were in the center of them, throwing reds, blues and greens onto the big rug.

Stepping into the room, you touched the spines of the books lining the tall and deep shelves, leaving fingerprints in the dust as you did; reading their names. The air in the library was musty from being closed up for so long, but still held one of your favorite scents, the smell of books. You loved how books smelled. No one book smelled the same, like their one of a kind stories between their sheltering covers gave them a unique scent all of their own. The scent of their adventures, heartbreaks, triumphs and laughs, like how people had their own special scent. A couple of the books were in languages you didn't understand, some were so thick and heavy, you had to hold them with both hands.

But, many of them you hadn't read, or even heard of.

You pulled another book off the shelf, whose title interested you, flipping open the stiff cover, the spine crackling as you did. Flipping to the first page, you started reading from it, slowly pacing the room as you did and getting lost inside of it, forgetting for several hours, that you were no longer in your own home, until your ears realized how quiet it was, there was no clang from your father's hammer meeting the anvil. It all came rushing back to you, as you looked up, blinking your dust irritated eyes as you glanced around the room, and a massive lump formed in your throat and chest. You took a shuddering breath, tears brimming in your eyes as you tried to hold back your steep loneliness and the growing weight of being homesick.

“It hasn't been a day, and I already feel like I'm dying.” You choked out loud to yourself. “How can he stand living here, with only a butler.”

“Chess.” Damien's voice retorted, startling you so badly, the book fell out of your hands with a thud. “My apologies.” He said, clearing his throat. “I've brought you your dinner.” He told you, motioning back into your room.

“Thank you.” You said, your voice no more than a squeak around the lump still there. “But,” You cleared your throat. “I'm not hungry, just now.” You told him, bending down to pick up the book.

“Of course.” He nodded, sympathetically. “It'll be there, when you do. Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, blinking at you.

“No, thank you.” You shook your head, biting hard into your cheek to keep your emotions at bay.

Nodding again, Damien bowed to you and disappeared again. Sighing, you tried picking back up at your place in the book, but couldn't get past the first sentence, so you pulled a ribbon from your hair and used it to mark your place in the book and carried it back into your room. Setting it on one of the bed's nightstands, you rounded the bed to the tray of food on your table, your lunch tray cleared away. It smelled even more fabulous than your lunch had, but you just refilled your teacup and went into the bathroom, setting it on the sink counter and turned towards the large, claw-foot soaking tub. You plugged the drain and spun open the hot tap, humming as it came out, instantly steaming, not having to warm up buckets of water by the hearth was amazing.

“That's a nice perk.” You said, slipping out of your clothing.

Taking up your teacup, you stepped into the full and hot tub of water, with a deep and satisfied moan. You stayed in the tub, washing yourself with the expensive soap and washcloth, sipping your tea, until the water was almost ice cold, then finally got out again. Drying off, you found a silk bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door and pulled it on, before padding back into your room and sitting down at the table, nibbling at your dinner. With a little bit of something on your stomach, you turned out the lights, tossed several more logs on the fire, so it would burn through the night, and crawled into bed.

Picking up your book, you read it by the flickering light of the fire, until your eyes grew heavy and you fell asleep.

You woke several hours later, in a sweaty panic, your heart thundering in your chest, like the waves battering the cliff side outside your window. It took you several long minutes to calm down and remember where you were and why. Resting back on your pillows and headboard, you closed your eyes and focused on the roar of the waves, trying to relax yourself enough to fall back to sleep, but had no luck. So, getting out of bed, you slipped on your shift and robe, before tiptoeing up to the door, pressing your ear to the cool wood to listen for any movement in the hallway. Hearing nothing, you cracked open your door and stepped out into the hall, it was dark, for obvious reasons, but you didn't let it deter you as you moved down to the stairs. The whole castle, other than your room, seemed to be as cold as a grave, it felt like one as well.

You stopped on one of the floors, and snooped around it, before turning back towards the stairs, not noticing a door behind you open and a body stepping out into the hall. A shadow followed quietly behind you, as you moved down the stairs again, to the main floor, peaking around the foyer and the open door of a study, only then, sensing the presence behind you.

“Who are you?” The shadow asked in a deep voice.

A shiver racing down your back, knowing it wasn't the soft voice of Damien, that had asked. You froze in place, realizing that the Bane was behind you, who else could it be? Surely, a would-be thief wouldn't ask who you were, giving away their own presence in the house, where you could likely scream, waking the house and get him caught in his act.

“I asked you a question.” His deep voice growled, making you gulp.

Your shoulders stiffened as you managed to mumble out your name, too afraid to turn around to face him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, sounding no less aggravated at your presence.

You blinked several times, brow creasing with your confusion, you were about to answer him, when a rush of steps came into the room and Damien appeared behind his master, holding a light in his hand.

“Sir.” He blurted out, out of breath and panting.

“Who is this girl, Damien?” Cavill asked, turning towards his startled butler. “Why is she here?” He demanded, jaw clenched.

“She's uh..” Damien licked his lips and glanced at you as you turned around. “She's that girl, sir.” He gulped, thickly.

“This..” Cavill started to say, pointing a finger at you as he turned back to look at you, both of your eyes locking together.

Your mouth almost dropped open seeing his face.

No one had actually seen the Bane in years, especially in the village, they weren't good enough for the rich likes of his family and their station in the world. You had pictured a,—well you never really pictured him as anything. But, so many people described him as an evil and twisted bastard, who was probably uglier than the devil himself. However, the Bane was anything, but ugly. He was incredibly, and surprisingly, handsome. He couldn't be more than thirty-five, from light that Damien held, that danced in his dark curls and lit up his cerulean blue eyes, throwing lines on his face, that made the frown he was wearing, look more like a smile; which also made him look even more handsome and dashing, in his night clothes.

Damien looked between the two of you with a lifted brow, watching the both of you stare at each other, taking in and sizing the other up, before Cavill cleared his throat.

“This is the girl?” Cavill finally said, his eyes not leaving yours. “From the letter?” He frowned, finally looking away from you, and back to Damien.

“It is, sir.” He nodded at his master, a teeny ping of hope appearing in his stomach.

“Well.” Cavill cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, seemingly flustered.

Perhaps, he isn't as horrid as everyone thinks. You thought, staring and blinking at him.

But, you had thought too soon, it seems.

“Then, why the hell is she wandering around the castle in the middle of the night!” He growled, angrily at Damien.

“I couldn't sleep.” You squeaked, startled.

His head snapped to you, like he was going to yell at you too, but his lip only twitched before he looked back at Damien. “I don't want her wandering around at night.” He hissed at the butler.

“Deal with her and send her back to the room, you surely, have made up for her.” He barked, rubbing at his temples.

“Of course, sir.” Damien nodded, looking highly concerned for his master. “I'll do that right away, sir. Can I get you anything, while I'm at it?” He asked, biting his lip.

“No.” Cavill huffed, then looked at you, his eyes had darkened to a stormy blue, but his tense shoulders relaxed the teeniest bit. “Good night.” He half whispered, half growled at you, before storming off, back to his own bedroom.

“Come, let's get you some warm milk.” Damien said, smiling at you, gently. “It might help.” He said, turning and heading towards the kitchen.

“I'm sorry, if I've gotten you into any trouble.” You told him, watching as he warmed the milk. “I didn't mean too, or to disturb anyone either. I just couldn't sleep.”

“Oh, it's all right.” He waved it off and shook his head. “You just surprised him, is all. I hadn't found the opportunity to tell him you were here. I meant to tell him during breakfast, tomorrow. But..” He chuckled, shaking his head, very amused by the whole situation.

“I surprised him?” You chuckled back, grinning at the thought you could startling someone the size of the Bane, he was easily over six foot, his body thick with well defined muscles, that you could see, even under his night clothes.

“Seems a bit far fetched.”

“It's not hard.” Damien told you, pouring the warmed milk into a glass for you. “Henry is honestly a very tender soul, under all that muscle and growling. But, life hasn't been easy for him, after losing everyone in his family to that illness several years back. Being thrust suddenly into the man of the house and the head of the family business, and so many other things, has taken its toll on him.” He explained as he escorted you back up to your room.

“Give him a chance.” He said, stopping at your door. “You two will warm up to each other in no time, and you'll see who he really is, deep down.”

“Well, you are the best judge of that, aren't you?” You replied, quoting him from earlier.

Damien laughed, looking down at his socked feet. “That I am. Good night, Ms.” He bid you with a bow of his head.

“Good night, Damien.”

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