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pinky-the-elephant-room · 3 years ago

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Eldritch Love

▣ AN: This is a bit of an unique fic I wrote inspired by my Dungeons and Dragons group where the wonderful @drabbles-blurbs-words who is my Dungeon Master, made it so that my patron is All Might. And so I wrote a reader fic with my DnD character meeting her patron for the first time who she is obsessed with. The pic above is my actual D20 one of my friend who is also in the group bought for me. Unfortunately, the Etsy seller doesn't seem to sell it anymore otherwise I would have linked it.

▣ Warnings: God All Might x Warlock High Elf Fem Reader. Contains explicit sex, vaginal fingering, references to DnD, and DnD dice. Read at your own discretion.

▣ References:

A warlock is a magic-using class that makes a pact with their god and obtains their power in DnD

A D20 is a type of dice used frequently in DnD (like the picture above)

A tiefling is a type of playable race in DnD. They have horns and tails and usually are sort of outcasts? Depending on the story.

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You were standing on a plain that was bright as if the sun itself was upon you. There was nothing nearby. Not even any of your companions that you have traveled with. Not a single breeze nor sound. It was eerily quiet. You heard the sound of your own breathing magnified just by the fact there was nothing else.

You don’t see any type of vegetation or greenery. You were certain you had fallen asleep in a forest making your journey to the next town. You looked down at your hand, the unfamiliar black spider symbol etched at the beginning of your journey now replaced with an M.

His name. He was branding you. You should be angry. You’re the type of person who made everyone aware of yourself and exactly who you are. No one owned you. No one can ever tell you what to do. You followed your whims and nothing else.

Yet, the mark doesn’t make you angry. It turned to gold as if the mark was imbued with his magic and came alive. The mark makes you proud. He acknowledged you. He awarded your effort with his regard.

You left your home of Greyhawk where all the other high elves resided in search of answers. You hadn’t known what you were getting into when you had taken his patronage. An old god. A god that no one has ever heard of. You, an accomplished scholar, were frankly appalled that the esteemed Greyhawk tutelage had nothing on him — the Great Old One: All Might.

You weren’t sure at first what he wanted from you. So you started gathering followers in his name. Because that was what gods wanted, right? Especially those who were lost to time itself (how wrong you were). But as you went deeper down the warlock hole. You found yourself having curious dreams and visions kind of like the one you’re having now.

He showed himself to you. Probably the first of his followers in millennia. He was magnificent. It was no secret to anyone who knew you. You were in love with your God and patron of magic. You had begun a fruitless journey in his name. You were obsessed. But seeing him in the flesh. In front of your very eyes. It was the recognition you needed.

His image was awe-inspiring and the kind of motivation you wanted on your nights alone.

“Did you enjoy my present, little one?” his voice mused from behind you.

The mark on your wrist tingled and a shudder of pleasure rushed through you.

Startled, you were about to turn around and face him when he grabbed your hips to stay.

“What’s the rush? Relax,” he breathed as if his voice traveled along with the wind.

You did so, knowing there was nothing to worry about. He won’t hurt you.

“Where are we?”

“You’re safe. Any other information is unneeded.”

You were about to reply but stopped short when you felt a fit arm wrap around your waist and pull you close.

Your back felt warm as if someone had just shot a firebolt spell to your back and you seem to just melt against the heat source.

He exhaled shakingly and you felt the rumble of his chest. He was laughing in a way that sounded like he hadn’t in years. As if he was unused to chuckling and he was learning how to do so all over again.

“Why did you ask me to stop recruiting people for your worship?”

“I don't need anyone else. Just you. You amuse me.” The last bit was followed by a squeeze to your hips and his hands crept down to your behind instead.

You don’t stop him as his hand lingered from your bottom to the front of your black robes. The good thing about wearing mage robes was the easy accessibility. Many of your peers back in Greyhawk would have gossip to share about a quick romp against the books in the library. But you bet a D20 that none of them had fucked in a vision.

He parted your robes and fondled your clothed center for a second before peeling your underwear downwards with his thumb and rubbed his fingers back and forth along your slit. He hadn’t inserted anything just yet but you felt anticipation grow from wanting his thick fingers inside you.

You gasped when you felt his enormous palm cup your sex before parting the lips with his pointer finger and thumb. You felt him test your wetness with his fingers and perhaps he didn’t think you were wet enough as he instead decided to press your nub in gentle circles.

“What is it about me exactly that amuses you?” you blurted out.

His thumb stilled its torturous pace but eventually, he continued.

“I’ve never seen someone of your kind be so lively.”

You know what he meant. High elves were snooty, rarely interacting with the outside world. Secluded and only concerned with those they considered their own. But you had the capacity to care. Even of those who weren’t like you. You could be snooty, you tried to be like that amongst the strangers that you were straddled with at first. But day by day those friends of yours had chipped away at all the defenses that you propped up. Now you consider a dwarf, a human, and even a tiefling to be your friends.

You licked your lips, “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it makes me want you even more. Even when I could walk amongst you. None of your kind would willingly approach. But you, you willful little thing.” As if to punish you he inserted a finger inside of you roughly.

“In all my waiting I didn’t think.” You heard a groan behind you and felt his moist lips on your neck.

You let out a keen gasp when he started to roughly thrust his finger in and out. Slowly yet aggressive as if he didn’t want to part from you but wanted to leave a mark behind.

You heard wet sounds as his finger rammed inside your cunt, amplified by the silence surrounding you – nothing except the harsh breathing between the two of you to break it up.

His unoccupied hand dug into your hip as he pressed up against you. You bit your lip, feeling the hardness press against you. You were sort of glad that this was all a dream, you couldn’t imagine fighting off anothics and dragons while being so sore.

Your neediness knew no bounds as you stood on your toes, trying to angle for something impatiently. You pushed yourself back as he finally added another finger and they began to work together in tandem.

You shook with impatience, “I beg, please!”

“You’re quite good at that, aren’t you? Always calling and asking me for help.” His voice held none of the humor it had earlier. In fact, he sounded just as wrecked as you were.

“Cum then, Y/N. Let me hear you scream.”

He placed his thumb back on your clit and his two fingers expertly prodded and rubbed as if he could read your mind exactly to know what you needed. It was embarrassing how quickly you buckled to the pleasure and if it wasn’t for his other hand steadying you, you would have toppled over in your pleasure. Just like he wanted, you let out a crescendo of loud moans; unable to help yourself.

When the shudders finally subsided that was when he finally withdrew his soaked fingers. You felt a shiver go through your body and then it became taut as he pulled your head back by your hair.

You stared at him as his heated gaze dissected your wrecked image and then he smirked. Not breaking eye contact he noisily slurped those two same soaked fingers into his mouth.

“You taste like you’re mine,” he murmured before kissing you.

As soon as his lips made contact with yours, the vision started breaking. The plain started peeling away and All Might appeared farther and farther away as if he never existed. If it wasn’t for his presence imbued in your magic, you would have thought you imagined it all. Finally, you jolted and you saw chaos surrounding you as your companions battled in the same castle you were in before your impromptu vision.

“Y/N, do something!” a small red-headed dwarf called out.

You immediately called upon your magic and you felt his presence permeate the air as his golden grimoire materialized. “Eldritch blast!” you gritted out. Dark green eldritch energy swirled round and round until finally, it became compact into a ball. You saw golden sparks whirling around in the same energy ball and seemingly mixed into the energy. Finally, you released the emerald with golden streaks of energy towards the doppelganger. The doppelganger let out an inhuman screech as it surrendered to the eldritch energy and stumbled back, hurt.

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

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Love Always Wins-Part 2

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader

Summary: After the second Wizarding War, you and Draco start your life together…

Note: Sorry this part took so long to get up! I hope you guys enjoy this and as always let me know what you think! I will be linking pics to what I envisioned for what the reader would wear to the wedding!

Part 1

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Hermione, Ginny, and I got to work immediately on wedding planning….

I was so excited, I had dreamt of this moment for as long as I can remember. Draco let me completely take over, saying he didn’t care about the colors and all that as long as I showed up and said I do. Draco hadn’t spoken to any of his old Slytherin friends since they were all sent to the dungeons during the battle of Hogwarts. I had tried to get him to reach out to them, thinking it might have been possible that they changed their ways.

He refused, Draco wanted nothing to do with anyone from his past. I was still working on trying to invite his parents. He still hadn’t forgave them for what they did to me all those years ago in Malfoy Manor. Of course they had been trying to reach him, sending countless letters and owls. It usually ended up in an argument anytime I brought it up, so after a while I stopped trying to get him to reach out.

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My dress was absolutely gorgeous, I bawled when I came out of the dressing room to show the girls. I felt so beautiful, and I just knew Draco would love it. It wasn’t a poofy dress like most people did today, it was tight to accentuate my curves. It was backless, lace detailing on the sleeves and the bodice. I made sure to invest in some pretty white lace underwear for later since I wouldn’t be wearing a bra, Draco for sure would be excited about that.

“So, have you decided what you’re going to do about your best man?” I asked Draco, we were laying in our bed after a long hard day at work.

“I think I’m going to ask your brother.” he revealed, my head turning on his chest to look up at him.

“You don’t have to do that Dray,” I mumbled, shivering from his fingers mindlessly tracing my naked back.

“No...I-I want to.” he confirmed, shifting so that we were facing each other.

“Only if you’re absolutely sure…” I whispered, playing with the little tufts of hair on his chest.

“Your family is mine now darling, they’re the only ones I’ve got.” he murmured.

“Your parents-” I started, quickly being interrupted.

“Don’t...we’ve discussed this numerous times already.” Draco spat, turning over on his back.

“Ok, I’m sorry.” I spoke softly, giving him space by turning over on my side.

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“I never loved you,” Draco growled, gripping my wrist so tight I whimpered.

“Stop!” I cried.

“The girl who lived, desperately seeking love...how tragic.” Voldemort taunted.

“H-He does love me.” I sobbed, but Draco’s look of disgust said otherwise as he tossed me on the floor.

“Foolish girl, anything I ever had for you was an act. You are nothing, I despise you.” he hissed, breaking my heart into a million pieces.

“It is time my boy, kill her.” Voldemort laughed, my body not cooperating as I tried to get up.

Draco sauntered over to me, his smile sinister. I pleaded and begged him to not do this, to find the light and come back to me. His hand flew towards me, backhanding me. I tasted blood in my mouth, turning my eyes back to the man I loved.

“Draco,” I croaked.

“Avada Kedavra,” he spoke.

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I sprung upright, my chest heaving. I was covered in a layer of sweat, tears cascading down my cheeks. I put my hand over my hammering heart, trying to control my breathing. I threw the covers off, pulling Draco’s tshirt from the floor to slip over my head. I padded down to the kitchen to get some water, downing the whole cup. I put some ice on the back of my neck to cool me down, hearing footsteps approach me. Draco wrapped his arms around my middle, burying his face into my neck.

“Why are you not in bed my love?” he mumbled, kissing the skin where his lips fell.

“Thirsty,” I sighed, tossing my cup in the sink.

“You had a nightmare, didn’t you?” he inquired, my form tensing up in his hold.

“How long have you been keeping this from me?” he sighed.

“A few months.” I muttered, Draco’s hold tightening slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked, spinning me around to face him.

“They’re just nightmares Dray, that’s a silly thing to be worried about.” I huffed, my eyes casting to the ground.

“It isn’t when we had some pretty traumatic stuff happen in our life darling.” he said, tilting my chin up to look in his eyes.

“I’m sure they will go away soon, let’s go back to bed.” I uttered, pulling his arm along.

“You’re shutting me out y/n.” he snapped, yanking my hand back to face him.

“What do you want me to say?” I exasperated, throwing my arms by my sides.

“I want you to tell me when it happens, I want to be there for you...let me help you.” he pleaded, taking my face in his hands, and that’s when I broke down.

“I-Draco...it felt so real.” I sobbed, his face falling. He brought me into his embrace, my head falling to his shoulder as my tears fell on his skin.

“Tell me about it,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” I whimpered.

“It was about me, wasn’t it?” Draco spoke, forcing my head back to look at him.

“Dray…” I sniffled.

“You’ve been having nightmares about me, that’s why you wouldn’t tell me.” he concluded, my lips quivering.

“Yes, but they’re different.” I blubbered, searching his eyes for the undetected emotion.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I...Draco it doesn’t mean anything.” I insisted, not wanting to relive the horrid memory.

“I want to know, it might help you to get it off your chest.” Draco muttered, moving a piece of hair from my face.

“They fluctuate from you dying and...and you killing me.” I spoke hesitantly, seeing Draco’s face turn pale. My heart shattered at his expression, staring worriedly as he sat back on the bed. He rubbed his hands over his face, looking down at the ground.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you...I knew you’d take it to heart. They’re just dreams.” I insisted, standing between his legs.

“That’s not the point,” he grumbled, his head diving into my stomach.

“Draco,” I whispered, raking my fingers through his hair.

“Will you hold me?” he asked, my heart squeezing in my chest.

“Lay down my love,” I whispered, climbing on the bed with him.

We laid on our respective sides, Draco removed the shirt I was wearing as he wanted to feel my skin against his. He laid his head on my chest, wrapping his arms tight around my middle. I sifted my fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly. We both drifted off soundly in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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Today was the big day…

Today was the day I would become Mrs. Draco Malfoy. I was excited, but also nervous at the same times. Of course I knew Draco loved me, and I loved him with my entire being. But I still felt that prickle of anxiety in the back of my brain.

I spent the entire first half of the day getting the preparations in order such as: getting our hair done, nails, makeup, and just being completely pampered. I honestly needed it with the stress I had been feeling since I woke up this morning. I was constantly twisting my engagement ring, twirling my hair, or my leg would be bouncing to no end.

“Sweetheart, what’s the matter?” Hermione asked, placing her hand gently on my knee.

“I can’t shake these nerves, I feel like I’m going to have a breakdown at any minute.” I huffed, standing quickly to pace the room.

“You have nothing to worry about love,” Ginny piped in, grabbing my shoulders to face her.

“What if he leaves me,” I sniffled, tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Hermione asked.

“Isn’t the bride and groom not supposed to see each other before the wedding?” I blubbered.

“Well you aren’t in your dress yet, so I don’t see why not.” Ginny smiled, exiting the room with Hermione.

I sat on the tiny sofa in the dressing room I was in, putting my head in my hands. It was foolish for me to be feeling this way, I should have no doubt in my mind about Draco’s love for me. So why now on the most important day of my life do these nerves now decide to spring into action, dancing around the back of my brain to fill my thoughts with anxiety. There was a knock at the door, Draco peeking his head in.

“Darling?” Draco called, smiling wide when he spotted me.

“Hi,” I whispered, looking back down at my feet.

“Now, what is this I hear about nerves?” he questioned, taking a seat beside me.

“Are you sure about this Draco? I mean...I practically forced you to buy me a ring, and with the wedding party, and-” I babbled, but was quickly shut down by Draco forcing his lips to mine.

“You didn’t force me into anything my love...I already knew I wanted to marry you before we even graduated Hogwarts.” he admitted once we pulled away, continuing to leave gentle kisses all over my face.

“Really? So you weren’t going to leave me at the altar?” I sniffled, letting his lips fall to mine once more. Draco chuckled deeply, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That is absolutely the most ridiculous thought to enter your head.” he said, laughing harder when I playfully hit his chest.

“Draco!” I growled.

“No I would not leave you...I’ll never ever leave you my darling.” he whispered, taking my face between his hands.

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I was officially Mrs. Draco Malfoy. The ceremony was absolutely beautiful, Draco had even teared up a bit when he saw me coming down the aisle. George took the place of my father walking me down the aisle, constantly making jokes about the both of us tripping. Despite losing Fred, he never lost his sense of humor, which I was insanely grateful for now.

The reception was filled with dancing, laughter, and mild teasing from Draco and myself. After all the pictures were taken, I changed into a silk white dress that was short enough that if I bent over, my whole family would see the pretty white lace thong I was wearing for later activities. Draco sat with me at the table designated for just the two of us, eating the delicious cake made for us, and of course sipping on some champagne. Draco mindlessly slid his hand on my thigh, making me tense up a little.

“Don’t,” I hissed, pushing his hand away.

“I’m not doing anything Mrs. Malfoy,” he smirked, my heart fluttering at my new name. He replaced his hand higher this time, sticking his hand all the way up my dress before I could catch his hand.

“Draco,” I gasped as his fingers went right to my heat over my underwear. He leaned to place a gentle kiss right below my ear, humming deep in his chest.

“This all for me baby?” Draco asked, his fingers prodding all around the area.

“Our family is not even ten feet away.” I gritted out, yet made no move to stop him.

“Maybe we should get out of here then.” he stated, leaving a dark love bite on my neck.

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Draco rented a cabin out in the countryside, completely isolated. It was huge, the outside deck even included a hot tub. This was going to be my escape for the next month, and I was absolutely thrilled. I took a look around the cabin, letting Draco bring all of our bags in. I tried to offer assistance, but all my ladies know how men are when it comes to girls trying to help them with anything. I found the master bedroom, biting down slightly on my lip as I stared at the huge, king size bed. My thoughts were sinful, thinking of all the ways and how many times I wanted Draco to fuck me into the mattress.

I heard Draco coming up the stairs, concocting a plan in my head for how I wanted to start the night. I waited until just the right moment, and began to sensually crawl on the bed. My ass was definitely on display from how short this dress was, and I knew I had done it when I heard Draco curse under his breath. I flopped over to the side, leaning on my elbow. I stared at my husband, trailing my eyes up and down his form.

Draco walked over to the bed, gripping my ankle. I yelped in surprise when he forcefully tugged me to the edge of the bed, my dress riding up so he got a view of my undies. He trailed his fingers over the hem, sliding them in against my skin. The heat of his touch scorched me, wanting him to just rip my underwear and have his way with me.

“Dray,” I whined, squirming on the bed.

“Hmm?” he asked, not looking up as he dipped his fingers inside. I gasped when he pulled the sides of my underwear up so that they went between my lower lips, the fabric rubbing against my clit.

“Fuck, you’re soaked baby.” he groaned, using his other hand to spread my legs further.

“Please, I need you.” I moaned, almost sighing in relief when Draco moved to take my undies off.

Draco wasted no time, ripping his shirt off, and diving down to slurp at the wetness pooling from me. I arched my back off the bed, moving my hands to grip the platinum locks that were sat between my legs. His tongue moved languidly up and down, stopping to nibble at my sweet spots now and again. Draco moved two of his fingers inside of me, the coldness of his wedding ring making me shutter.

He sped up his movements, grinding his teeth to my clit. I shouted his name, choking on a moan as I felt my pent up release about to crash. His fingers curled, hitting the special spot that had my legs starting to shake. Draco moved his free hand to shove my dress further up my body, taking one of my nipples to pinch and roll. I released on his tongue not seconds later, my eyes closing as I threw my head back on to the mattress.

“Turn over for me love,” Draco heaved, wiping the remnants of me from his chin.

I sat up, tugging my dress over my head. I laid on my stomach, excitement creeping up in my belly. The sound of Draco’s belt and zipper sounded in my ears, the bed dipping moments later as he crawled up my body. I felt his hardness press against me, a satisfied sigh leaving my lips. He pushed into me, feeling him deeper at this angle. Draco pulled me up on my knees a little, keeping my head pushed down.

“Feel good Mrs. Malfoy?” he asked, squeezing my hips.

“Yes Mr. Malfoy, please I need more.” I whimpered, his chuckle rumbling through me as his front was pressed to my back.

He pulled all the way out, his tip only being left in before he rocketed back into me. If he hadn’t been holding on to me, I would have went flying off the bed. I squealed when he started to ram his hips into mine, the sound of skin slapping immediately filling the room. I already felt my next high close again, biting down on my fist to try to hold in my screams. Draco moved his fingers to pinch my clit, rolling it between his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I groaned.

“Already?” Draco taunted, quickening his movements.

I came for the second time, my body tightening around Draco. He didn’t let up though, keeping with his movements relentlessly. He flipped me over, plunging himself back in immediately. My hands went to his biceps, digging my nails into the taught muscle. I stared into his eyes, wild with lust and passion. They had changed to a darker blue, his pupils almost completely blown out.

“Mine, forever.” Draco growled, snapping his hips even faster.

“Yes, yes.” I wheezed, screaming when his fingers came back to rub my clit again.

“Too much, Dray, I-” I stammered.

“You’re gonna take it until I’m done with you Mrs. Malfoy.” he smiled sinister, speeding up his fingers.

“Oh my, fuck!” I shouted, my head tipping back into the mattress.

The icing on the cake was when Draco dove down to take my nipple between his teeth, sending me to cloud nine. I shook underneath him, feeling my release dripping down to the sheets. Draco took both of my hands in his, pinning them above my head. Tears were gathering in my eyes, the pleasure so good it was numbing my entire body.

Draco slowed his pace, gingerly sliding in and out of me. His forehead leaned against mine, squeezing our hands together. Our wedding rings clashed together, making my heart flutter. I leaned up to connect our lips, challenging his tongue to a dance of passion during our love making.

“Cum for me one more time,” Draco panted, our lips brushing together as he spoke.

“I can’t,” I croaked, but quickly ate my words at a specific hit of his member to my sweet spot.

“Yes you can baby, you’ve done so good for me.” he praised, a whimper leaving my lips at his words.

Draco kept our position, ramming his hips into mine. He was close, I could feel his member twitching inside of me. We panted into each other’s mouths, trying to keep eye contact. I felt the tears leaking down my face, Draco leaning to kiss them away.

“I love you,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose to mine.

“I love you more,” I whined.

He only needed a few more strokes to my sweet spot before my eyes were rolling to the back of my head, a screech leaving my throat as I convulsed under his hold. Draco came inside of me, grunting and moaning my name in my ear.

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Draco ran a bath for the both of us, the tub being giant enough for both of us to fit in. After another round of fun, we both toweled off before doing our night routines. We snuggled together in the huge bed, giggling like children. Eventually becoming sleepy, we delved further under the covers. We laid facing each other, holding to the others middle. My face rested in the crook of his neck, my lips placing sweet kisses from there up to his jaw.

“Good night, Mrs. Malfoy.” Draco smiled, gently caressing my face.

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Malfoy.” I giggled, giving him one last kiss.

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hillnerd · 3 years ago

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ship game for everlark :D

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? -forever

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Peeta basically was 'love at first sight' with Katniss. He was taken with her, and quietly watched her and truly had a deep running crush that was like thiiiis close to love-love for years. He could see the strength, kindness, and care in her- he could see so much that was overlooked by most. He could see that amazing power she had, the empathy she showed. For Katniss it was very different. She put her feelings on the backburned as much as she could every day because it was the only way she could keep things together and do what she needed to do- and then there was this boy with the bread. He saw her at her most vulnerable- and he helped- but not only that- he took a beating for it- and why? It wasn't like with Gale- someone she knew and shared things with- Peeta was this rich kid who had a life so blessed compared to her own, but that wasn't right was it? He might have a full belly, but she could see the other things wrong there.... So he was on her radar from that day on- not in love- but in something she can't put her finger on. He's a question she wants to know the answer to, but can't spend the time on. It took a long time for her to realize she actually did LOVE-love him, and recognize that in herself.

How was their first kiss? -We saw it. For Katniss it was clinical- it was a task she needed to accomplish. For Peeta it was something else- it was lovely, too short, like drinking water when you're parched.

Wedding:

Who proposed? -technically Katniss did in book 2. :P But for the real thing? I feel like Peeta wanted to, but held back afraid to scare Katniss- and Katniss was the one to propose but this time 'for us... not for any of those people out there... and for me...'

Who is the best man/men? honestly I don't see it being a big things at all. it'd be as private as humanly possible. MaYYYBE haymitch? I wish gale was there, but I don't know if that would ever happen :(

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? don't make me cry about Prim :(

Who did the most planning? -Peeta- Katniss is like 'you said yes- let's do that now then?' 'We have to plan it a bit, Katniss.' '...... why'

Who stressed the most? -Katniss. This is so filled with import yet she wants it lowkey and doesn't want to be judged as 'giving in to the capitol' or something- but this is her WEDDING to someone she LOVES- so she's all near-catatonic with stress and Peeta is just like 'it's just us... then we're married.'

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -most people. I just feel like Katniss wanted it small and Peeta has few people he'd want there too- so *shrug*

Sex:

Who is on top? -70% of the time katniss, but mostly due to Peeta's leg

Who is the one to instigate things? -fairly even- though I can see Katniss being like 'the time is NOW' sometimes and when she's on a path it's hard to veer her

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -I see them as taking their time when they can- marathons are not beyong them

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -both love having the other be unmade and enjoy themselves- so sometimes it's almost a contest to get the other to orgasm more

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. I don't think Katniss ever wants to do much in public at all- especially after all their experiences. Even Peeta is more guarded than he'd naturally be because of their time in public scrutiny

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? 2-3

How many children will they adopt? I'm not sure that they'd adopt.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Peeta by a tiny bit

Who is the stricter parent? -Katniss on some things, Peeta on others.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? -a bit of both- but I can see Katniss being more aware of a plan to do something sketchy

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? -Peeta

Who is the more loved parent? -both are loved- Peeta is a bit softer at times, though

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Peeta- Katniss can't stand things like this, but Peeta can handle a crowd and boring meetings better

Who cried the most at graduation? -Katniss- her kids are safe and made it to 17 without having to be in the games- it starts with a few wiped tears- then she gets home and is UGLY!crying

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Peeta much of the time- Katniss is good at pissing off entitled people

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -Peeta

Who is the most picky in their food choice? -Peeta

Who does the grocery shopping? -A bit of both, but Peeta does the most when things are more stable

How often do they bake desserts? Peeta owns a bakery, soooo

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? a tiny bit more on the salad side bc meat isn't easy to get all the time and Peeta can do a whole lot with non-meat ingredients

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? -Peeta- but if it's a SURPRISE then it's Katniss as she never cooks much

Who is more likely to suggest going out? -Katniss just so that Peeta can have a break

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? -Katniss

Chores:

Who cleans the room? -depends. when in good mental health it's Katniss- when she's having trouble I can see the 'clean wheels' coming off and her house going awful and Peeta pitching in

Who is really against chores? -neither, but I can see Peeta being like 'we'll get it later' and Katniss being like 'uh, NO.'

Who cleans up after the pets? -Katniss and she complains the whole time because she'll always have a love/hate relationship with pets

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? honestly I can see Katniss being more likely to do this

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? -Katniss- it's PEOPLE in her HOUSE >:|

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? -Peeta

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? -Katniss can sit forever in a tub- it's one of the few places she doesn't have to deal with anything or expectations and can just BE

Who takes the dog out for a walk? -Katniss- I can see her finally getting a pet she likes that's a dog with a purpose who helps with tasks

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Peeta likes to do this - katniss indulges him in this like she did with Prim- it means nothing to her but she'll move heaven and earth to make things happy and satisfying for the people she loves

What are their goals for the relationship? -

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? -Katniss. He's on a baker schedule

Who plays the most pranks? -Technically Katniss is the only one who pranked 'on screen' with the green lotion stuff in book 2. But Peeta's sarcasm game is strong- but yeah I think Katniss would be more inclined to do this like once every few years

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remmyswritings · 4 years ago

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over the years pt. 2//blaise zabini x reader

HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL PUFFS!!!!!! I KNOW IT TOOK A WHILE, BUT HERE IS PART 2 OF “OVER THE YEARS”

I hope you all like it, especially you @peeves-a-legend since you basically inspired this second part with your request. <3 :)

PART 1

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*Not my pic, found on Unsplash*

It had been 5 years since the war and yet here you were once again at Hogwarts… no, you weren’t here as a student nor as a teacher. You were here to visit your wonderful fiancé Blaise who just so happened to become the Potions teacher a couple years after Slughorn retired. You ended up working for the Daily Prophet and luckily your lunch break would always coincide with Blaise’s- or that could have just been Hermione’s doing as the Minister of Magic. Either way, whenever either one wasn’t incredibly busy (which to be honest you tried not to be most days) you’d pop over to Hogwarts and have lunch with Blaise over at your spot under the tree.

As you walked down the halls on your way to the dungeons you waved and smiled at all the ghosts and professors that you passed. By now they, and the students, were all used to you showing up during the day. When you made it to the potions classroom the door was still open so you merely leaned your body against the doorframe and watched Blaise teach. There was something about it that you just loved.

Of course, as always, a couple students sensed your presence and tried to get Blaise’s attention knowing that the second he saw you class would be over.

“Ms. Jones, is something the matter there?” Blaise looked over to the student he called out only to see you standing behind them with a dazed look on your face, “I see… alright that's it for today class.”

Thankfully you heard him when he ended class and moved into the classroom just enough so that the students could leave. You were so caught up in admiring the changes that Blaise had made to the room that you hadn’t even realized he had reached you until a pair of arms circled your waist.

“Hello principesa,” he kissed you lightly on your forehead.

You turned around so that you could face him and place your arms around his neck, “Hi love.”

The two of you stood there for a while waiting for the stragglers, who couldn’t help but observe the two of you, to leave. While you waited a certain set of heels, which you recognized as McGonagall, could be heard clicking down the hall.

She appeared at the doorway, “Perfect there you are Y/N! Blaise, could I borrow your fiancée for a couple seconds? Pomona and I have something for the wedding tomorrow.”

You turned to Blaise to see him already looking at you, “As long as you don’t steal her for my whole lunch break I’m fine with it.”

“I’ll be back soon, no worries,” you kissed him on the cheek and walked off with McGonagall.

The two of you walked for a couple minutes chatting about Hogwarts and how everything was going. Suddenly she turned to you, “You know Blaise loves you very much.”

“I would think so Minnie,” you giggled, “I mean we are getting married tomorrow.”

She smiled at you, “I quite think that you and Blaise falling in love saved him all those years ago.”

You nodded at her to continue, a bit confused as to where she was going, “When you were gone, it seemed as though Blaise had become just a shell of himself. So much so just to make sure he would make it through the year, Pomona went into your old room and got your roommates to give Blaise anything that you had left behind. While it worked a bit, we didn’t see a huge change in him until the day after the battle. He said once that you were his guiding light and when Pomona and I stumbled upon the two of you asleep under that tree I finally understood what he meant.”

You nodded as you absorbed what she had told you, “He’s the one thing that kept me going the whole year I was on the run.”

McGonagall then reached her hand out to you and led you towards the greenhouses. As the two of you got closer you could see Pomona with Neville Longbottom, who had now taken over as the Herbology professor.

When Neville saw you he went up to you and gave you a deep hug, “It’s nice seeing you again Y/N.”

“It’s nice to see you to Neville,” you gave home a nice hug, “Now… not that I don’t mind seeing you three… but why exactly am I here?”

The three of them led you inside to the greenhouse where on one of the tables you saw a flower crown of white and pink flowers that seemed distinctly familiar. You looked at them waiting for an explanation, “Wait… what’s this?”

Neville started, “Blaise told us how the tree near the Great Lake means a lot to the two of you, so he wanted to find a way to include something that represents it in your ceremony. And well it seems as though the flowers that always appear in the spring decided to bloom a bit earlier.” He looked towards Pomona, “So Prof. Sprout and I came together and with Hannah’s help we decided to make a crown for you to wear tomorrow.”

Your eyes started to water and your hands went up to your mouth in shock, “I-” you stuttered, “I don’t know what to say. This is so beautiful… Thank you, all of you.”

A couple tears fell from your eyes as you went and gave each of them a hug. Then something about what Neville said resonated in your mind, “Does Blaise know about this?”

Neville shook his head, “No, we actually decided to keep this a surprise from him. Instead we made him a boutonniere to wear.”

“Oh, I absolutely love this. Gosh I don’t know what to say,” more tears continued to fall down your face as a bright smile grew.

Sprout merely shook her head, “All you have to do, deary, is go and enjoy your lunch with your fiance. We’ll make sure to give this to you tomorrow.”

You hugged all of them and rushed out of the greenhouse to the Great Lake where you knew Blaise would be waiting for you. As you made it closer you saw how anxious he was starting to become with the way that his hands would go to his pockets only for him to take them out, mess with his jacket a bit and pull out the pocket watch that you had gifted him when he started as a teacher.

Finally he turned around and saw you admiring him once again, “Have you been standing there for long?”

“Maybe,” you smirked, “maybe not. It is rare for me to see you so nervous, I couldn’t help but watch.”

“You so enjoy teasing me, don’t you?” He wrapped you in his arms and started kissing you all over your face, “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

You sighed in content, “I can’t either.”

The two of you had your lunch and when you left Blaise made sure to give you an extra long, loving kiss knowing that you’d be spending the night with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna and wouldn’t see him until the ceremony.

The next day, you woke up feeling as if you were in a dream. I’m getting married today, you thought.

You opened the door to the room you were staying in to find Hermione, Ginny, and Luna already standing there with breakfast, “Good morning girls!”

The three of them walked in, each giving you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“So how do you feel knowing that you’ll be the next Mrs. Zabini in a couple hours?” Ginny asked. She had just gotten married as well and wanted to get back at you for teasing her a bit on her wedding day.

You laughed when you realized what she meant, “Well I’ll be Mrs. Y/L/N-Zabini… and honestly I just feel like I’m in a dream right now.”

The four of you ate breakfast and when all was done, Luna whisked you away to the bathroom as Ginny and Hermione set up your dress, shoes, and the makeup you’d wear. As you fastened your heels, you looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but gasp with awe. You not only felt like a queen but looked like one as well.

By now you still had a couple hours left, so you just waited on the flower crown that McGonagall and Sprout had gifted to you yesterday. You knew that Blaise had arrived as well as you heard your three friends remind Blaise about how he couldn’t see you until the ceremony.

It felt quite strange not being able to see him, and although you wanted him to hold you in his arms you figured if you spent a whole year without it, you could last a couple more hours. Finally, a knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts.

“Who is it?” You held the doorknob in your hand.

You heard some shifting outside, “It’s Minerva and Pomona. We have our gift for you.”

With that you opened the door to see the two teachers you admired and looked up to in all their glory.

“We wanted to see you before the ceremony,” the two women entered the room and handed you the crown that they had made for you to wear.

After putting it on, you turned to the mirror, only to tear up at what you saw. There was something about wearing the flowers that made you feel so much joy and excitement, as well as nervousness. And looking at your reflection you knew your old professors felt the same way.

As they prepared to leave, you remembered an idea that had occurred to you earlier in the day, “Prof. Sprout.”

Pomona turned to you, “Yes dear?”

“I was-“ you suddenly became nervous, “I was wondering if you would walk me down the aisle?”

“Me?!”

You nodded, “My parents passed away a year after the war and… um… well… I had considered walking down the aisle by myself. But I realize now how much you became like a mother to me… and I just- I just hoped that you could do that for me.”

“Of course, dear.” Pomona reached out and grabbed your hands, “Minerva and I will go and wait with the rest of the guests okay?”

You nodded.

You weren’t sure how long it had been when you heard another knock on your door, followed by the voice of your soon-to-be husband calling out to you, “Principesa, are you there?”

“I’m here, love. What are you doing here? I thought we agreed we would wait until the ceremony to see each other.” Your hand touched the door softly as you imagined that it was hand touching yours back.

You could hear Blaise shuffling slightly, “I know… I just wanted to see you before the ceremony. Um… Hermione said that she can cover my eyes with an extra tie that I have if you want.”

You knew then that you had to see him as well, “Ok.”

Then you heard Hermione’s voice confirming that it was on correctly before the door to your room was opened. You saw Blaise standing there alongside Hermione, who you mouthed a thank you too.

Blaise had his hands straight out in front of him so you walked forward and placed yourself close enough for him to feel your presence. It took awhile but he found your hand and brought it up to his lips, “I would kiss you principesa but I figured we’d save that for the ceremony.”

The two of you stood there for quite some time, basking in one another’s presence, until you heard the calls for the groom to be at the altar, “I’ll see you in a little bit, my love.”

You don’t remember much from the ceremony, but one of the few things you do remember was how both you and Blaise both started crying when you spotted one another. You were grateful that you had asked Pomona to walk with you because you weren’t sure you would have been able to make that walk by yourself.

You remember your vows being something the two of you had written, full of inside jokes and references to your times at Hogwarts. But for some reason it didn’t fully sink in until you and Blaise had your first dance at the reception.

“We’re married,” you whispered as you broke out of your daze.

Blaise pulled you in closer to his chest, “Yes we are, mi principesa. Yes, we are.”

#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini imagine #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #herstory writes

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avelera · 6 years ago

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Fun facts I’ve learned from LARPing* a character who wears Celtic woad war paint:

^^ it me! Basically, considers this one part costume/LARP makeup tutorial and one part archaeological study via performance art. (Photo Credit)

(*LARP stands for “Live Action Role Playing” aka, Dungeons and Dragons but you run around in the woods in full costume as your character and yes that means you stay in-character for hours and have to perform all the combat yourself.)

- If you ever see a character with complex war paint on their body, back, or dominant arm that is at all graceful and not just slapped on pigment, then they must have had a friend do it for them. So any surly loner type figure that ALSO has elaborate warpaint is a fucking joke. You literally can’t have warpaint be symmetrical or pretty in places you can’t reach without having an available group of companions and, better yet, artistically inclined friends to put it on for you. War paint would have, by necessity, been a communal activity with group members putting on war paint for one another before going into battle, especially before the invention of easily accessible, high quality mirrors.

Addendum: war paint takes quite a lot of time to apply if you want it to be pretty or symmetrical. I regularly have to clean it all off and start over if I want symmetry and that’s with a mirror and a high-quality paint brush. A warrior that wears elaborate war paint but “doesn’t care about his/her appearance” is a goddamn liar. Unless you are with a group of warriors who are putting your makeup on for you, you do care about your appearance and you are very delicately applying makeup for just as long as a YouTube makeup star, at minimum. It’s a very ego-driven look with a lot of artistic skill required either by you or someone else. Even just making the appearance of a simple straight line on your face can be quite hard since your face has curves and bumps all over it. To do delicate lines takes forever. I chose bold strokes to make it easier and even those take a long time to apply if you’re in a hurry. A warrior who is wearing detailed war paint must have had at least an hour putting their face on to look pretty for the big fight, and don’t let them tell you otherwise.

(Sorry, Kassandra, your warpaint doesn’t make any f-ing sense unless a member of your crew put it on for you.)

- Brightly colored paint on your face will make your eyes look beady and small unless you cake dark eyeliner or pigment around your eyes to make them look bigger. It’s the main difference between good looking war woad pictures (usually on women) and bad looking woad pictures (usually on men) because they don’t remember to put eyeliner on so the colored paint doesn’t drown out their eyes. Even in video games, the best looking and most iconic war paint (like Senua or Kassandra) makes sure to cover the area around the eyes with paint, otherwise the eyes look beady and small. Case in point:

Not to call out real people, but this pic was on the internet. Notice how his blue eyes are drowned out by the pigment, making them look smaller, compared to when there’s pigment around the eyes so that doesn’t happen. By contrast:

^^^ Here, the black pigment around the eyes keeps her eye color from being drowned out by the bold blue. As a final example:

- Fun fact about war paint: that shit transfers everywhere and I mean everywhere without a binding agent of some kind. You’re not wearing war paint with your best silks. Wearing it naked into battle actually makes a lot of sense, as does permanent tattooing instead of temporary paint.

- War paint is actually intimidating as fuck. I’m quite a petite woman (5′4″, 130 lb) but I’m also a fight junky. I knew I was going toe-to-toe with guys twice my size and I wanted to be taken seriously as a warrior, not brushed off as small or cute. And boy howdy, did the warpaint work. And this is why:

- War paint disguises you. It basically works like extreme contouring in that it literally transforms your face. I’ve LARPed across from people for actual years who didn’t know who I was after when I took the paint off. It’s because the brain just registers the paint as my features to them, because most people don’t look at bone structure when recognizing others. It allowed me to build a myth around my character as an intimidating fighter that I could never have built around my normal features. It made my character a truly different person from me, one people only associated with who they see on the battlefield.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my rambling TED talk, I hope you enjoyed!

#larp #larping #makeup #archaeological makeup #costume makeup #archaeology

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marveldeliversusps · 4 years ago

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Prompt: New Hobby

Thanks for the prompt and political advocacy, @queenoftherandomword! Hope you like it!

Prompt: Looks like somone has a new hobby

Pairing: Stucky, shrunkyclunks, background Sam/Nat

Rating: M

Art by @inflomora-art. I’m obsessed with this pic.

Steve heard a knock and rushed to the door. It was around three PM and his postal worker, Bucky, would be dropping off the mail soon. On days when he wasn’t too busy, Bucky would stick around and chat with Steve for a few minutes. Those were the best days.

Mailman Bucky was beyond hot. He had a cleft chin with a bit of softness under it, wrinkles from smiling and sparkling grey eyes. He was so beautiful he even made the dumb postal worker hat look good.

When Steve pulled the door open, he found Natasha standing there expectantly. He tried to close the door but she put her foot inside the house. He set his shoulder against the door so she could push her way in.

“Nice to see you, Steve.”

Steve took a steadying breath in. He loved Natasha and looked forward to being around her. Since he’d retired from the superhero business and given the shield to Sam, time with Nat had been in short supply. However, she was perceptive and insatiably curious. If she was around when Bucky arrived, she’d sniff out Steve’s secret crush right away. Or find the numerous unopened boxes in his bedroom that he didn’t want to explain.

“Natasha,” he said.

“That’s all?”

Steve held tight onto the door. A moment of confusion or indecision would be just enough for her to elbow her way inside. This is why he needed more non-spy friends.

“Nice to see you, as always.”

Natasha rolled her eyes so dramatically her eyelashes fluttered. “What you mean to say is I’m sorry that I stood you and Sam up for our lunch date at Hot Lips pizza today, and that you two had to wait for forty-five minutes, and I can’t believe I didn’t respond to your text messages.”

Steve closed his eyes in embarrassment. “I totally forgot. I’m sorry, Nat.”

“It’s alright, Steve,” Natasha said, brushing non-existent lint from Steve’s shoulder. “I know you have other commitments. Maybe we could hang out now?”

Steve did want to spend time with her, just not for another hour when there was no risk of her meeting Bucky. Since getting together, Sam and Natasha were both happier, more fluid and less locked into decades-long patterns, but it certainly made Steve’s life more difficult. Their attempts at teasing him or caretaking were coordinated and ruthless. Loving, but ruthless.

“Now’s not a good time,” Steve said. “How about Friday you and Sam come over for a movie night?”

Natasha smiled sweetly, all her deadly angles covered by softness. She squeezed Steve’s hand gently, then dug her fingers into his wrist, making him yelp and stumble backward. As soon as Steve faltered, she charged inside and started looking around the living room. When Steve subtly positioned himself between her and the stairs to his bedroom, Natasha clocked his actions immediately. She slipped past his outstretched hands and hustled upstairs.

“Goddammit, Nat!”

Once she entered Steve’s bedroom, Natasha stopped abruptly and looked at all the unopened boxes lining the walls. “Huh.”

Steve nearly slammed into her back in his rush to beat her to the bedroom and had to grab onto the doorframe to stop himself. Natasha tilted her head to the side as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

“What were you expecting?” Steve said.

Natasha’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know. A hot man or woman. A sex dungeon. Porn. Not a million boxes from…” she picked one up and squinted at it. “REI? What the hell, Steve?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth, not quite ready to tell the truth. The first package had been an actual order, a new pair of running shoes from an outdoor store he discovered. But then when Bucky had delivered them, REI (Recreation Equipment Inc) was apparently his favorite store, and it had given them something to chat about.

Steve had taken to buying gear from there once a week and planned his schedule to be home with the packages arrived, just so he could talk with Bucky. He’d even been working up the courage to suggest a hike together.

“I checked all the rooms downstairs,” Sam said out of nowhere.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. Of course, Sam and Natasha would be working together. They never went on ops alone anymore. Not since she was captured by AIM, and Sam leveled three blocks of downtown Mobile, Alabama to save her.

Steve should have never suggested Nat ask Sam out. Or introduced them. Or joined the Avengers.

“Nice to see you,” Steve quipped.

Sam winked at him, the cheeky asshole. He knew Steve couldn’t stay mad at him long. “Not my fault,” Sam said, as he walked into the room. “You ditched us. And if you had just told Tasha what you were hiding--”

“I can have secrets,” Steve said petulantly.

Meanwhile, Natasha was walking around the room and shaking boxes. They all had the REI logo on the side: Sustainable Gear Built to Last. She retrieved a knife from her boot, ripped open a box and pulled out a 9.8mm Dry-Core climbing rope. It was bright yellow with red x’s on it, and Steve had picked it because he liked the design. “Is this for an outside sex dungeon?”

“Stop thinking everything is about sex!” Steve snapped. Sam raised an eyebrow at him, and Steve immediately felt bad. Before he could apologize to Natasha, she waived him off. Sam sat down on Steve’s bed and pulled out his own knife. He never used to have a million knives on him, probably Natasha’s influence.

“Do people know Captain America sneaks into people’s houses with knives?” Steve said.

Sam shrugged and carefully opened a package. “People don’t know a damn thing about me I don’t want them to know, because my girlfriend is a badass.”

A paranoid badass, Steve thought. But he had the self-preservation to keep that to himself.

Sam pulled out a Lavender Harness with yellow daisies stitched to the side. “Petzl Luna Harness,” he read off the side. “Steve, this is a woman’s harness.”

Steve crossed his arms, because he had aced his Women’s Studies class, thank you very much. “All the harnesses for women were pink and had flowers on them, and I thought that was very gender essentialist of them, so I bought it for myself in protest.”

“I’m sure they heard you loud and clear,” Sam said dryly.

They slowly unpacked all of Steve’s packages: another harness, two more ropes, a crash pad, carabiners, and several metal things Steve didn’t know the name of. After each item, Natasha looked at Steve expectantly, and he steadily denied that it was for a sex dungeon.

Next came a Marmot 1 person tent, that Steve would have to curl up in sideways to fit, a backpack, and a head lamp. He had more things he needed, but he wanted to spread the orders out.

“Why didn’t you open any of this stuff?” Sam said.

Exhausted with their questions, Steve flopped dramatically onto the floor, and he didn’t need to look up to know Sam and Natasha were doing synchronized eye rolls. “I don’t know how to use it yet!” Most of it he’d selected because he liked the colors or the philosophy of the companies. He had no idea if all the gear even all worked together. “It’s outdoor gear because my mailman likes to rock climb, and he’s hot, and I want to climb him like a tree.”

Natasha grinned triumphantly, and proclaimed, “So this is about sex!”

Steve didn’t respond, just slowly banged his head on the floor. Maybe if he blacked out they would leave him alone.

“Well, well,” Sam said.

“Don’t do that,” Steve snapped.

“Looks like someone has a new hobby.”

Natasha leaned against Sam and giggled. It was so damn cute that Steve couldn’t decide if he wanted to wrap them in Christmas paper or throw them outside.

He almost missed the knock at the door.

“Steve,” Bucky called in. “Your door was left open. Just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”

Steve shot an annoyed look at Sam who grinned unrepentantly. “Barton’s watching the entrance.” Steve should've guessed that, too. He half expected them to turn into a throuple any day now.

Natasha ignored them again, moving lightning fast to charge downstairs.

“Steve,” Bucky called again. “Hi,” he said, presumably when he saw Natasha. “Just checking in. I have a package for Steve.”

“I’m sure you do,” Natasha said meaningfully as she took the box from Bucky.

Steve made a racket in his haste to prevent Natasha from saying anything more embarrassing and landed at the door framing breathing heavily with a wild look in his eyes. Natasha, naturally, looked calm and composed.

“You must be Bucky,” Natasha said, extending her dainty hand. “Steve can’t stop talking about you.”

Steve’s cheeks immediately flamed hot, and the only saving grace was that Bucky’s cheeks pinked up adorably, too.

“Oh.” Bucky didn't elaborate further even though Steve really, really wanted him to. Was that a good oh or a bad oh? An oh or an /oh/?

Before Steve could follow up, Sam came up behind him and clapped an arm on his shoulder.

“Captain America!” Bucky exclaimed when he saw Sam. Oh no, no no no no, Steve thought. “You’re my hero! I mean, I’m an adult so not like hero hero, but it’s. Whew. It’s an honor.”

Sam grinned that warm, gap toothed smile that made old ladies weak in the knees, and he shook Bucky’s hand. “Nice to meet you. Did you serve?”

Bucky nodded, shrugging his shoulders shyly. “Yeah, two tours and all that, and you know, the post office is the number one employer of vets, so I’m here doing this. Helps to have the arm.” He pointed at his black and gold prosthetic. Thanks for promoting that program by the way.”

Steve didn’t pout, but his inner toddler was stamping his foot. He only got a few minutes to talk to Bucky each week, and Sam was hogging all his time.

Natasha had magicked some popcorn out of nowhere, there hadn’t been any in Steve’s cupboard, and was obnoxiously monching it and watching the three of them. Knowing her, she’d probably known all of this was going to happen and brought the popcorn along as a prop.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Bucky said to Sam, “but could I get a picture?”

Sam nodded, turning to Steve with a shit eating grin. “Steve, would you mind taking a pic of us?”

Steve took Bucky’s camera. He stepped on Sam’s foot while he arranged them for the photo, because he had called dibs on Bucky, and Sam already had Natasha. “You know . . . I’ve been retired for a while.” Because if Sam could play the Captain America card, so could he. Bucky had never brought it up, so perhaps he hadn’t recognized him.

Bucky smiled softly. “I know, Steve.”

Oh, well. That was a different thing entirely. Bucky had known who Steve was all along and had never made him feel uncomfortable about it. Steve smiled back at him and took the picture.

Once they were done, Natasha leaned toward Bucky. “Tell me, Bucky, how long have you and Steve been getting to know one another.”

Steve was 100% sure that was her code for sex dungeon activities, which, what in the hell did she and Sam get up to in their free time? Nevermind, he didn’t want to know.

They didn’t call Steve the greatest strategist of his time for nothing. He subtly scooted over, forcing Natasha to lean back.

“We’ve only recently become friends,” Steve said. The blood rushed to his cheeks again when he realized what he’d said. Bucky probably had to be friendly with everyone while he was working, that didn’t mean he and Steve were friends. “I mean, I think we are.”

The sides of Bucky’s eyes crinkled adorably as he grinned. “Yeah, we’re friends, Steve.” He paused and glanced at Sam and Natasha before settling back on Steve. “Actually,” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, making his terrible round hat fall forward. He righted it quickly and said, “I was wondering if you’d like to go climbing this Saturday. I could show you the cool spots with not too many people, and--”

“Steve doesn’t know how to climb,” Natasha said around another mouthful of popcorn. “You should take me and Sam along to teach him. And Clint, too. Maybe Tony would want to come.”

By the grace of all that was good and holy, Sam had mercy and pulled Natasha away from the door whispering, “Stop cockblocking my best friend.”

Once Nat and Sam were out of earshot, Steve met Bucky’s eyes and grimaced. “I was looking for new hobbies, and when I ordered shoes you brought up climbing, and like an idiot I said I liked it too. because you are so handsome, and my brain turned into mush, and then I just didn’t want to stop talking to you.”

“I know,” Bucky said interrupting Steve’s rambling. His eyes sparkled as he grinned. “You once called a grigri a carabiner.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Exactly.” Bucky stepped closer, his expression turning mischievous. Steve could never, ever let him and Natasha become friends. “Wanna go on a date with me?” He was so close now, Steve could pick out the flecks of silver and black in his grey eyes.

Steve got lost staring until he realized Bucky had been waiting too long for a response. He didn’t seem to mind, his smile only getting wider.

“I really do want to learn to rock climb,” Steve blurted out to stop himself from saying something ridiculous like, please fuck me in your uniform.

Bucky tilted his chin back and laughed, mesmerizing Steve with the movement of his throat.

“How about we do both?” Bucky said, laughter dying down as he scooted closer.

Steve leaned down and said, “I’d like that,” against Bucky’s lips, the moment before they kissed. Distantly, he heard the sounds of Natasha and Sam cheering, but he blocked them out in favor of gripping Bucky’s hip and pulling their bodies flush against one another.

“The man has to work,” Sam called out. “Don’t get freaky and delay the mail.”

Bucky pulled back and patted Steve’s shoulder. “See you soon, Stevie.”

After he left, Steve collapsed on the couch next to Sam, heady with the experience, until a sudden realization left him cold.

“I forgot to get his number.”

Sam waved him off, and pointed at the kitchen where Nat was rifling through Steve’s cabinets. “Don’t worry. Tasha has it already.”

Steve groaned. Of course she did. And if by some chance she didn’t, Steve could always order another box from REI.

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ULTIMATE SHIP MEME: MontaDoc Edition? Pretty please? Or any MontaDoc content. I crave it. Much 💕

of course!!!!!!! sorry this has taken so long, but i sincerely hope you enjoy it!!! 💝💝💝

General:

How long will they last? - for fucking EVER!!!!!!

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - two words: mutual. pining. this period, often referred to as the “Beginning of Operation: T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. (Temporary Employment As Masters of Dad And Dad Sweethearts)” however, unbeknownst to anybody else in rainbow, by the time Operation: T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. had begun, gustave and gilles had already been together for a couple of years. how did they actually get together? about six months after the GIGN joined rainbow, gustave was in the middle of a mountain of paperwork when he heard someone clear their throat. he spun around to scold whoever it was for coming to medbay when they were sick (despite the fact that he was coming down with a nasty cold), only to be greeted with gilles leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. “gustave. you look as though you’re about to meet death for dinner. how can you expect to take care of others when you’re not taking care of yourself?” gustave just sighed and shook his head, muttering something about leaving him be for another couple hours so he could finish his paperwork, but gilles has other ideas. in mere moments, gustave goes from standing over his desk, organizing some files, to being held in gilles’ big strong arms. “wh- gilles! i-” he was cut off by his own yawn, and gilles smiled at him fondly. gustave felt himself blush, and he squirmed a little, but let gilles carry him to the GIGN quarters. as soon as it seemed like gilles was going to leave, gustave pulled him down for a kiss, then pushed their foreheads together and whispered “you’re going to carry me all this way and not even stay to make sure i don’t go back to my office?” gilles just grinned at him, climbing into bed beside him and wrapping his arms around him.

How was their first kiss? - ROMANTIQUE! and smelling of sickness but what can you do

Wedding:

Who proposed? - monty!! he decided to cook a romantic candlelit dinner at their apartment, and when he sees gustave come home from work, all ragged and exhausted, yet still with a glimmer of determination and subtle joy, he says the first thing that comes to mind: “will you marry me?” gustave froze, his cheeks still rosy and his hair sprinkled with snowflakes. “will i what?” gilles realized his mistake and flushed, stammering a response before gustave was standing in front of him, staring at him scrutinizingly. “gilles.” he started, reaching to intertwine their hands, bring them between their chests, “what did you say?” gilles gulped, then steeled himself and got down on one knee. “gustave kateb. love of my life, light of my days. the man i want to wake up next to every day for the rest of my life. the man who i adore with every fiber of my being. would you do me the honor of being my husband?”

Who is the best man/men? - for monty: bandit! for doc: lion (everyone but them thought it was a joke until the day of the wedding). dominic and olivier’s dual best man speech is the stuff of legends. there were tears, there was laughter, and there was an almost excessive amount of thinly-veiled sexual innuendos at various people in attendance (including both grooms; the best men were both drunk of their asses)

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - they actually fight over who gets to pick twitch! meanwhile rook is in the background like D: (don’t worry, it’s decided that he and twitch will be ring bearer and flower girl respectively) for monty: dokkaebi. for doc: finka

Who did the most planning? - they both did! though gustave focused on food and flowers, and gilles focused on the guest list and the venue (but they ran things by each other before any final decisions were made)

Who stressed the most? - gilles! he was so worried about their families not getting along that he actually prepared a “leave my husband and his family alone or so help me i will never speak to you again” speech

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - gilles’ racist, homophobic, french nationalist uncle (no one in the family likes him, so it wasn’t a big loss) (this uncle also made a surprise appearance at the family dinner where gilles introduced gustave to the rest of his family, and started yelling about “godamn immigrants” and other such bigotted statements, before gilles’ sister physically dragged him out of the house and threw him out the door. afterwards, up in the guest bedroom, gilles quietly tells gustave that it’s okay if he wants to leave, or break up, or anything, and gustave just laughs and tells him that if he wasn’t prepared for family members to express their distaste, he wouldn’t be dating a white man. he pressed a kiss to gilles’ temple, before whispering “although, he was right about my being an immigrant; it’s just that i was born in Paris and immigrated with my family to algeria, not the other way around. A for effort, though”)

Sex:

Who is on top? - gilles!!!! although gustave will occassionally ride him 👀👀👀

Who is the one to instigate things? - gustave is lowkey horny 24/7, but if gilles walks in on him bending over to get something from a cabinet, or tilting his head all the way back while drinking from his water bottle, thereby showcasing the way his throat moves as he swallows, he will lose his shit

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - okay i’m gonna change this one to an explanation of some things from below. i personally think doc lowkey a freak, and gilles is happy to oblige him if that’s what his lapin wants (although he’s not entirely sure how he feels about this “overstimulation” and “post-orgasm torture” and “cock & ball torture” stuff. specifically, he’s not sure he likes hurting gustave, but, while he probably won’t admit it out loud, he secretly adores making gustave cry. when he’s so helpless and powerless and mindless, and he’s begging for something, but for what he doesn’t really know. maybe it’s the knowledge that gilles is in complete control, that gustave trusts him to do this, to make him hurt and cry and just melt, the knowlege that gustave is completely reliant on him for his pleasure, his pain, and everything in between. it’s a heady thing, and gilles isn’t sure how he feels about it, but he’s pretty sure the warmth in his chest and the warmth in his gut are good signs

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - unless they’re doing some of the things mentioned above, or mayhaps some denial 👀👀👀 then yeah, everyone gets the same. they’re very considerate when they’re just doing vanilla

Children: btw, the rest of this is kinda set in a post-retirement au (idrk i just want them to have a farm and be peaceful). give it whatever context u want tho, i was just havin fun

How many children will they have? - they will have four cats and a dog, as well as 2 horses, a donkey, 5 cows, an alpaca, a rabbit, some ducks, a flock of sheep and goats, and the occasional visit from a herd of deer from the forest surrounding their little farm

How many children will they adopt? - since humans CANNOT, i repeat, CANNOT, give birth to the animals listed above, they’re all adopted

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - no one. the animals potty train themselves

Who is the stricter parent? - gilles sneaks them treats while gustave lectures them about dietary habits, so take your pick

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - whenever gilles leaves to run errands, one of the goats goes into a depression so deep and miserable that they’re utterly inconsolable until he comes back. once they hear the sound of the car in the driveway, this lil goat, lovingly named “Bastard” by gustave, will climb onto the roof of the house and scream his joy over gilles’ return to the heavens

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - they tag team on things like feeding the animals and cleaning out the barn, but gustave is much more organized about it

Who is the more loved parent? - the cats, dog, one of the horses, donkey, alpaca, rabbit, goats (except for Bastard), and deer all prefer gustave, though gilles is adequate in the event that gustave is busy with something else (although the alpaca and donkey hate his guts, and will escape their pastures to break into the house and be near gustave. gilles maintains that they’re both devil-spawn, but gustave says he’s just being dramatic and that Thamin (alpaca) and Albalatin (donkey) are complete angels who could do no wrong)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - animals have NOT unionized. yet.

Who cried the most at graduation? - idk if this counts, but when Bastard finally figured out how to get himself down from the roof after getting himself onto it, gilles cried for an hour

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - gilles lowkey does whenever thamin and albalatin escape to go out into the world and commit crimes, but only to make sure his husband doesn’t get upset when he finds out his precious creatures are hell beasts. certainly not out of anything resembling tolerance or *shudder* like

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - gustave, but gilles can make a mean bowl of cereal

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - gustave. gilles will eat something straight from the garden and gustave is like “DID YOU CHECK IF IT WAS RIPE?????? YOU COULD DIE FROM THAT YOU KNOW, THEN WHERE WOULD I BE???”

Who does the grocery shopping? - gustave. gilles is something of a hermit in their town, and people often remark about the “sweet, kind doctor and his utter brick wall of a husband”

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever Bastard goes a day without doing something Bastardous

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - both lowkey prefer salad, since they care for many animals that would often get used for their meat, and they can’t bear to think about hurting any of their babies

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - gilles. the people in town helped him when he burst into the little grocery store all panicked like “I NEED TO MAKE MY HUSBAND A SURPRISE DINNER BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE”

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - gustave. gilles like being at home, but city-boy over here thinks that restaurants are a weekly luxury

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - neither. it was thamin and albalatin, attempting to frame gilles for yet another felony

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - gustave. everything is color coded. sex toys included

Who is really against chores? - gilles. gustave films him whenever he actually does clean and yells things like “go white boy go!!” and sends them to twitch for her T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. scrapbook

Who cleans up after the pets? - they both do, but gilles gets stuck with shit duty more often than not

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - gilles, once. gustave walked in, sniffed the air, then glared at him until he actually swept whatever it was up and threw it away

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - gustave “we can’t have guests over, the house is a mess” kateb

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Bastard. he then proceeded to eat it

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - gustave and his hour-long skincare routine

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - gustave, bc sadiqi the dog (not to be confused with sadiqi the kitten), or Big Sadiqi (kitten sadiqi is Little Sadiqi) is his, gilles, and he will not allow his precious boy to be influenced by such creatures as Bastard

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - they get little sweaters for the animals. that is all

What are their goals for the relationship? - joke: gustave always says “the White Man’s money” despite the fact that his family is richer than gilles’. woke: mutual happiness, comfort, and healing

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - gustave. after 11 am, thamin and albalatin decide they’ve had enough and break in to lay down on the bed next to him. gilles banishes himself to the couch for a week

Who plays the most pranks? - Bastard, thamin, and albalatin. although gustave did dye the sheep’s wool (while it was still attached to them) different colors and patterns and, for the ones who were perfectly content to sit still and be held, replicas of famous paintings (his favorite artist is monet, in case you forgot that he’s french)

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Resonant || Klaroline

Inspired by the world of Onward, where technology edged magic out of daily existence because all creatures learned to adapt to a new life. Caroline might have taken the DNA test, but she doesn’t take her magical origins nearly as seriously as some people. Klaus, however, takes his birthright and the power it lends very, very seriously - but why would he kidnap an elf?

"I don't know what you want from me," Caroline snarled, her wrists raw from fighting her bonds. "But I do know this is not the way to go about it." The chair was cold through the thin silk of her dress, an excellent dress her date so didn't deserve. "Seriously, let me go, Nik. This isn't funny."

He pulled another chair from the edge of the cell where she awoke, tied up and confused. Twirling it before her, he straddled the seat to rest his arms on the back as he watched her with a gleeful smile. "Perhaps, now is the time to tell you my name isn't Nik. Not technically."

The laugh she let out was harsh. "Surprise, the guy who drugged me during dinner isn't who he said he was. I don't give a fuck, let me go."

"No, I think I'll keep you," he answered, amusement all too clear in his voice. "That is, unless you can free yourself. Then, I'm willing to negotiate terms."

She gave another jerk against her ties, but the metal cord obviously held. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

Smirking, Not Technically Nik traced his bottom lip with his thumb. "I trust you'll figure it out. Until then, let me introduce myself. Niklaus Mikaelson, at your service."

"Really crappy service," she spat, only quailing when her brain caught up with the bomb he just dropped. Horror dawned on her slowly as she saw him watching her with great interest. Not only had she been kidnapped - she'd been kidnapped by the Original Hybrid out to set a new world order.

Magic had always been an accepted part of the world. Gnomes, elves, wizards, and so much more, everyone had their origins and lived as they chose. Specialized knowledge was shared through the generations, lovingly passed down to children and nurtured the necessary skills as they grew. Little ones were taught all the lore for such a world of wonder.

And then, the advancement of technology caught up. Wings were traded for sensible, mid-size sedans, and sorcery gave way to invention. The world became connected in a way it never was before, and all creatures adapted to new common goals until magic eased itself out of existence. Lore was still taught, mostly, though some stories had been forgotten, lost to time as populations mingled. The knowledge was generalized, until schools only taught the big points, nuance and details only so important as they appeared on standardized tests.

So, magic existed - at one point. The last vestiges only remained among those who trained in the skills their ancestors once held as a sacred practice. All creatures could be dangerous if they chose to be, and most people had a wide range of lineages to choose from in their quest for some ancient power. Bonnie had bought Caroline one of those DNA tests the year before; she presented and lived as an elf her whole life, it was kind of a kick to learn she was three percent centaur. "Maybe that's why I had a horse phase growing up," she had joked.

But Klaus Mikaelson was staring at her with greed, and she didn't think it had to do with a penchant for pony tails and killer legs.

The news was always talking about the underground revolution inspired by the Original Hybrid. Rumor had it he was cursed by a witch, his werewolf genes bound and useless. He was left to fend for himself when a rogue vampire attacked him. They were drawn to the healing arts, their need for fresh blood often a handy currency for those with terrible or no insurance. But when they were hungry, it could get ugly. For Klaus, though, the turn was particularly traumatic. Finding the witch who cursed him, he killed her to release his werewolf side, which allowed him to become something entirely new and untested in the world.

That last half was confirmed, Klaus himself having spread the story far and wide as his many surrogates tried to recruit new blood to his cause - to return to the natural state of magic until the world respected all species for the danger they posed. Caroline thought it was a resistance-flavored attempt at elitist elimination of diverse families, and she usually turned the TV off whenever some outlet dared to grant the monster some legitimacy and a chance to reach new ears. If she'd waited a bit longer, she might have recognized his face when he showed up on her dating app.

She'd been so excited for this date. He was charming and funny, a little acerbic, but she liked that mixed into her banter. He seemed like the perfect guy for her, passionate about his art. If only she'd known he was passionate about magical dominion over the entire world, then she might have tempered her expectations.

As he watched her every expression, though, she wondered why he went to such trouble. There was no need to sit through an entire dinner with her, to flirt with her and make her feel seen. It had been going really well, yet he had to have slipped her something for her to wake up in an actual dungeon. Who had a dungeon?

Biting her lip, there were too many other things that didn't make sense. From what she had gleaned over the years his little movement had been actively acknowledged, Klaus went after powerful species. Giants, trolls, wizards he could win over to his way of thinking. She was an elf, with some siren, nymph, and a negligible bit of centaur in her line.

"What the fuck do you want with me?"

His head tilted to the side, that insufferable smirk only widening the longer it took him to answer. Her irritation grew until she tried to shake the metal ties again, and he narrowed his eyes with something like pity. "You truly don't know, do you?"

Caroline didn't want to give him the satisfaction of asking, but it wasn't like she was getting out of this nonsense by herself. "I know you're nuts and I'm filing a restraining order once I get out of here."

"Have you never wondered what magic might be bubbling under your skin," he question softly, his eyes lingering over the red welts on her wrists, "just begging to be released?"

"I took a DNA test," she bit back with a sharp grin, "turns out I'm a hundred percent that bitch who wants nothing to do with you or your little power trip. You don't want me, and I sure as hell don't want you."

Klaus propped his chin on his hand, chuckling. "I thought dinner was going pretty well, actually."

"You made a good impression," she admitted. "I'm a fast learner, though. Besides, don't you recruit big strong fighters to serve as cannon fodder for your worst ideas?"

With a casual shrug, he seemed annoying unperturbed by her accusations. "We all have our strengths. I'm most interested in discovering yours, however." His voice lowered, almost seductive as he leaned toward her. "Escape your bindings, sweetheart. I know you can."

She refused to ask how, not that she particularly wanted to pass his twisted test. But, she did want to escape. "I've never shown an aptitude for magic, ever. My best friend is a witch, and she would have noticed."

"No one noticed." He was watching her steadily, pleased she appeared to play along. "I wouldn't have if I hadn't gotten ahold of your results from the ancestry testing database."

"Stalker!"

His lips curled upward. "Not just yours, mind, I have a talented mole on staff there to keep me abreast of any...abnormalities in gene reports."

Blinking, Caroline tried to remember what that stupid app had told her. "Th-there was an eight percent unknown strain," she recalled. "But that's normal. 'Within the accepted range for interpretation,' is what I think it said. Too many species and generations to clearly delineate."

"I don't care for percentages," Klaus said. "Percentages mean nothing. It's about what resonates throughout your very being, whether it be the lion's share or a single thread. According to your genetic code, you have a very, very rare thread that I think resonates within you. And I think you can call it forth to escape those bindings."

Her heart was pounding. "What are you talking about?"

He stood, moving toward her to gently lift the pendant from the hollow of her neck. "This is very pretty, just like you," he flirted. "Have you never wondered why you favor gold jewelry?"

"It suits my coloring. What does my personal style have to do with anything?"

"Or why you can't help but soak in the sun at every chance you get? Your profile pictures are all outside, often lounging next to a pool."

"Hi, it's an excuse to post a bikini pic!"

Klaus smiled knowingly. "You tend to latch onto your friends, loathe to share them with others. Bonnie, was it? The friend who called halfway through our dinner? You're awfully possessive of her, aren't you?"

Anger welled within her, a boiling rage she'd never quite felt before and had no idea what to do with.

Of course, he just kept smiling. "It'd be a shame if something were to happen to this Bonnie, should you not be able to escape."

Her hands balled into tight fists and her breathing grew heavy. "Don't threaten my friends."

"Your friends," he asked, taking a tighter hold of her necklace as his fangs finally slid out to show just how dangerous he was, "or your hoard?" Then, he ripped her necklace off.

And all hell broke loose.

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thewritewolf · 5 years ago

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Nino’s Quest Chapter 7: Audience With the King

The party finally meets up with the King and they receive their next quest.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 (Final)

Enjoy!

Read on Ao3. My ko-fi.

Direct Message From Alya

Alya: babe. Have you noticed anything… ...weird? With the babies

Nino: Our babies? Yeah M’s back to her usual with my bro And adrien is a blushy mess around her Crazy

Alya: Is this progress? It feels like a side step Or taking a step forward… ...and tripping on their face.

Nino: Well, if they could get comfortable around each other before…

Alya: Babe its WAY worse now than what it was before Now NEITHER of them are talking to each other God they’re frustrating

Nino: Did it have something to do with that last akuma? You said you saw them heading toward it before things got crazy

Alya: Maybe? BUT OMG THAT BATTLE

Nino: ??? What happened??

Alya: After they beat the akuma They got the hell away from each other Super pale No fist bump I posted pics on the ldb

Nino: Lemme check Wait Are they blushing?

Alya: gr8 Now i’m even more confused

Nino: lmao Your fleet of ships! It is sinking, babe

Alya: Don’t even JOKE about that! Ladynoir WILL set sail Marinette WILL get her hamsters with Adrien

Nino: lol Just teasin Let em figure stuff out on their own They’ll get there

Alya: I hope youre right…

Nino: Trust me, babe. I AM a master of romance

Alya: Yeah? Where’d you get those credentials, huh?

Nino: I got you, didn’t I?

Alya: … Smooth, cappy Very smooth

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Lord DM: Alright, my dudes, we have agreed that there WILL be dnd this weekend. The question is now… ...where the heck is it going to be.

Adrien Regreste: Definitely not at my place They are barely letting me out No way are they going to let me have friends over [crying cat face]

Alya’ll Beware: yeah and its not going to be any better at my place Esp with Nora back in town

Lord DM: What bout u, M?

Marinoodles: There is a big order at the bakery They don’t need my help BUT They DO need the extra space My place is out

Lord DM: Well dang Looks like i’ll have to bring out the big guns You guys can come over to my place

Adrien Regreste: [shocked emoji] I never thought I’d see the day…

Alya’ll Beware: lol, chill sunshine. Stay focused on the dnd

Lord DM: No no Let him bask Few mortals get this honor

Alya’ll Beware: [eye roll emoji]

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Saturday arrived at long last, and Nino took stock of his preparations for the day. His little bro out with their parents. A stack of chip bags and pop and all the things that would make Adrien’s nutritionist twitch. Bean bag chairs for him and all his friends. Ambiance from tabletop audio. Everything had to be right - they were meeting with the Good King Haman, after all. It was one of the climaxes of the campaign.

Which was why he was worried when everyone finally got there.

Adrien had picked up everyone, of course, which might explain why he and Marinette were already a blushing mess. Nino glanced to Alya for clues, but all she had for him was a frown and a shrug.

The two of them sat opposite each other, with Alya opposite Nino. There was a pregnant silence where usually they would have their pre-session chat.

Nino considered himself a pretty empathetic kinda guy. It wasn’t that hard for him to get a feel for the room, or put himself in other people’s shoes. But even for him, his two friends were a stone wall. The only thing he could say for sure is that they weren’t angry with each other. Maybe just… scared. Which was weird, but hey - Dungeons and Dragons hadn’t let him down yet. Maybe it could help them now.

With that in mind, Nino started the session. “After spending the morning making yourselves look like you totally belong at court - with different amounts of success - you make your way to the royal castle. Looks like someone’s looking out for you, since the usually long line to see the king is super short today.”

“Finally, some kind of break,” Alya grumbled. “After bandits and assassins, at least we don’t have to wait in line.”

“After an hour, you finally find yourselves face to face with the King himself. While it is clear that he is no longer the adventuring knight of his youth, he’s still got the broad shoulders and strong arms of a fighter. His jeweled, golden crown rests easily atop his head. He watches you intently as you approach, a well groomed eyebrow raised as he takes in your martial appearance.”

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. “Wait, we’re in armor and stuff?”

“Well,” Marinette responded, “we are adventurers. We should never be too far from our gear.”

Bowing his head in acquiescence, Adrien returned his attention to Nino.

“After you are declared, the King seems even more curious about you. He speaks with a clear, booming voice, one used to commanding armies in the field. ‘I recognize your names. There was a wretched matter afoot last night - one that you were the center of. I admit, I had wondered what would force someone’s hand in such a way as to send assassins. What business do you have with me?’”

When it became clear that both Marinette and Adrien weren’t going to speak up - each seemed to be stuck in a cycle of catching the other’s eye, blushing, and looking somewhere else - Alya sighed and responded.

She cleared her throat. “During our travels, we uncovered something that we felt you ought to know. There was a…” Her eyes widened and she glanced between her flustered friends. “Um… What was he called? An evil sorcerer?”

Marinette mumbled something that might have been, “Dark adept.”

“Thanks, M.” Straightening her back, Alya looked toward Nino again. “There was a dark adept raising the dead to fight for him.”

“A flurry of murmuring erupts around you. The royal guard flanking the King tighten their grips on their halberds. The King himself has his lips tighten into a thin line before saying, ‘That is a bold claim, young knight. I trust that you brought justice to this renegade, in accordance with the laws of our land?’”

Alya nodded. “Of course! But there is more to it than that.” She checks her character sheet. “Who has the decrypted journal of the dark adept? It looks like it isn’t on me.”

There was a rustling of papers.

“Oh, right,” Adrien said, “I forgot that I was checking it for other clues.”

“Is that when you rolled another one and forgot how to read for a few hours?”

“Hush.”

“Anyway,” Alya said, returning to her character voice, “My ally has a decrypted journal we took from the adepts quarters. There were repeated references to the adept’s master, and hints of a larger plot against the kingdom.”

“The King frowns. ‘Let me see this journal.’”

“I’ll take it up to him.”

“He takes it from Adrien’s character and quickly skims through it, his eyes narrowing as he reaches the end. ‘I must thank you for your work in ending this threat, but it seems a larger one has made itself known. While I am sure you must want to rest, I must ask you to meet this threat to the kingdom.’ He gestures to an advisor nearby. ‘Pay these heroes five hundred gold pieces for each of them.’ His eyes land on you once again. ‘I’ll pay double that once you bring me proof that the Necromancer is dead, and his plot has died with him. Do you accept?’”

The other three exchanged looks between them.

“I’m all for earning a name for myself. And a quest from King Haman himself is about as good as it gets. I’m in.”

“I don’t have anything else planned,” Marinette shrugged, her eyes pointedly on the table in front of her. “I’m sure fighting evil will be its own kind of fun.”

“And where she goes,” Adrien nodded towards Marinette and met her eye. His voice lowered to almost a whisper. “...I’ll follow. Always.”

Something passed between them and it felt almost as if Nino were intruding. The moment passed, and the two of them broke out into furious blushes again.

“Right… so. The king nods, a faint smile on his lips. ‘Excellent. May the gods be with you in your quest.’” Nino took a sip of his drink. “Well, now you’re a little richer, and its time to level up your characters.”

For the rest of the session, Nino walked them through their first time leveling up and taught them the time honored art of spending their hard-earned gold. A new rapier for Adrien. Alchemist’s fire for Marinette. That sort of thing. They were feeling more confident now that they had more than their starting array of equipment, and Nino smiled as he watched them work. It was good to be the dungeon master.

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Later, after Adrien had taken Marinette home, Alya and Nino cuddled on the couch. With how big both their families were, it wasn’t often that they got a chance to hang out alone.

For a while, Nino was comfortable with the silence. But then curiosity got the better of him.

“So… how are you liking Dungeons and Dragons now? Still think it’s just for nerds?” He smirked at her as she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I admit… I’m having loads of fun. It’s always nice to spend more time with you guys. And you especially,” Alya said, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “I’ve gotten surprisingly invested in this story. It almost feels like being Rena Rouge again, fighting evil and all that.”

“Not as likely to end up getting thrashed by a super villain, though.”

“Fair. And it’s nice to act like someone else for a while. Although,” she stretched, “it’s also nice when I don’t have to be the one taking the lead. I hope the babies get their act together soon. Being the leader is exhausting.”

“Poor babe,” Nino cooed, earning himself a gentle punch in the shoulder from his girlfriend. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll figure things out sooner or later.”

“It’s the later part I’m worried about. I just hope they’ll get their act together by next session.”

“I’m sure they will.” Nino wrapped his arms around Alya. “What’s the worst that could have happened? It’s not like they have big secrets that they are sitting on.”

They considered this for a few moments before Nino added,

“Besides the obvious crush thing, at least.”

#Miraculous Ladybug #Nino Lahiffe #Alya Cesaire #DJ Wifi #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Adrienette #D&D #Dungeons and Dragon #DnD #ml fanfiction #my writing #Nino's Quest

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calleo-bricriu · 5 years ago

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@absintheabsence

Of course, of course the first thing Calleo did when Grindelwald allowed him to have his deck of cards out was shuffle the deck a few times and offer a smile that could cut glass.

That likely left little doubt as to who Calleo was going to aim the damned things at. A stupid move, for certain, but one took petty revenge where one could while being kept locked in--admittedly, a tower room was nicer than a dungeon prison cell, but a cage is a cage no matter how nicely decorated it is.

Had he been sitting across a desk from Grindelwald, he'd have simply thrown the cards to land in front of the other Wizard. In this case, there was no such desk or table. The Emperor had stopped in the doorway when he realised Calleo had started shuffling the deck.

"Kind of you to allow me to continue as the last time I left it, you were still consistently a sword filled tower." The first card Calleo flicked at Grindelwald came to a halt angled and facing him.

"Justice. Interesting start. Considering how consistent they've been in the past where you're concerned, I highly doubt you'll be the one dealing karmic justice and laying consequences onto others in the process." Calleo shrugged lightly, curling up into the chair he'd been occupying normally.

"Even more interesting..." the second and third cards, flicked toward Grindelwald in the same manner as the first, took their respective spots. The Hierophant next to Justice, and the Two of Swords next to the Hierophant.

"It's not a Tower, not yet at any rate, but you're being driven to a stalemate when it comes to this push toward what one might consider 'traditional values' from your own. A push for conformity from people who were set in their ways long before you met them."

Calleo's head tilted in its typical bird-like fashion, "And you don't know what to do about that, do you? They're under your control--or, rather, they’re allowing you to have that illusion for the time being--but beyond it at the same time and you've let it go too long to pull them back in line without risking the whole tapestry unraveling--so you're going to right on denying that such a rift could possibly exist, let alone that it's quickly moving toward at point in which you'll be caught right in the middle."

"Divided loyalties, torn between two relationships, the need to face your fears and the truth that goes along with it and a complete inability to do either."

Calleo's hand rested on the top card of the deck, "You could end it now or you could keep pushing forward." The glint that had been present in Calleo's smile, now fully lit his eyes.

"We'll go with the rational path first; the one where you realise this has all got way out of hand and you put an end to it." The card that ended up flung off to the lower left of Justice came up the Ace of Pentacles, followed by the Page of Cups and the Five of Cups.

"There, now, you see? You'll have some losses, but that's to be expected if you're putting the kibosh on a good number of your current staff's ideology and, overall, the outcome is a good one; prosperity, financial and political success, mended relationships--but you're not going to go that route, are you, Emperor?" There was an emphasis on the title that seemed...off. Not sarcastic or passive-aggressive, just...not right. "That would mean admitting fault, or that you'd made missteps, and Merlin knows that's not a thing you'd ever admit to anyone."

"More likely," three more cards were flicked in Grindelwald's direction, taking their places starting below the Two of Swords and extending out, "you're going to continue to assume that your creativity and inspiration will be enough to guide them and your assumption is that it will be successful and bring your little created 'family' back into one cohesive circle again, which it absolutely will not."

"As it begins and continues to crumble and you try to keep everything held together and appear as a united front to anyone on the outside, anyone on the inside will know better and you'll be overloaded, stressed, feeling taken for granted by those around you, and will end up picking up what others drop in an effort to keep it all from falling to pieces, which will only circle back and continue to drag you down to such a degree that you'd be willing to take any end in sight, even one--by this point--that would result in both your death and the death of your empire."

"Ah, there you are!" the last card Calleo flicked Grindelwald's way settled beneath the path Calleo thought more likely.

The Tower.

"And, as you always have in the past when this one has shown up, you'll try to take as much with you in the fall. Of course, the Tower always has an element of rebuilding around it, though most who get it can't see the forest for the trees when all they're staring in the face again is an inevitable and spectacularly destructive fall from grace."

Nobody in their right mind should or would have been as relaxed as Calleo appeared but, Calleo had been of the mindset for several years that if Grindelwand wanted to kill him he'd simply kill him, not keep him around for entertainment. And, arguably, he hadn’t been in his right mind for decades anyway.

Calleo waved a hand lazily, "Let's get rid of that branch we both know you're not about to take and see what gets rebuilt from the ruins of the Tower, shall we?"

The Ace of Pentacles, Page of Cups, and Five of Cups dutifully got out of the way and came to rest on the table next to Calleo's chair. The other cards shifted as a group to allow other cards room to build from the wreckage of the Tower.

This time, Calleo didn't stop at drawing six. As he drew cards this time, not yet showing them to Grindelwald, his expression changed from one of almost gleeful prediction of Grindelwald's downfall into confusion.

"That--hm. Apologies, you'll need to give me a moment."

This time, the cards were flicked toward the doorway in one large group of fourteen, seven on each row.

"Unexpected, but to pare it down, it looks as though you're going to rebuild yourself into something useful and stable. Eventually. Though, not on your own. The first three cards show that; regaining confidence and a sense of freedom, moving forward, personal growth--inexplicably that one also can indicate long distance romance, which makes a bit more sense when taking into account that that plus all the indicators of security, kindness, warmth, success, optimism, joy, good luck for a damn change, a renewed enthusiasm for life in general, becoming more open--all of that will come from within but will be lit by an external source."

Calleo's expression now was significantly more neutral. "And that source will be someone who is older--not necessarily older than you, just an older adult, who is stable, dependable, protective, practical, and wickedly good at business.”

“Reiterated by the King of Cups; someone who, in addition to the previous card's indications, is relatively calm, tends to be sympathetic and caring, tolerant to a fault, good at keeping things in balance, easy going, and devoted to those he's decided are worthy of that devotion.”

“And apart from the generally boring sort I just described, the Queen of Wands brings in independent, confident, chaotic, and passionate energy and who is amazing at handling a lot of tasks at once, keeping them all organised, and taking charge when necessary--and doing so without being overbearing or forceful about it.”

“They'll bring with them new ideas, new visions that stem from mental clarity and intellectual ability both of which come from everything else I just said," he squinted at the card, "Intense, focused, able to wield authority when it's needed to enforce what they feel is the correct decision, able to follow through and communicate, as well as shift focus and tactics if the original plans don't go quite to plan."

"More reiteration of the last row with the Empress,” Calleo now sounded almost bored at the cards’ repetition, “even more reiteration with Strength, though that one does give the indication that through the other apparently infinitely patient person's efforts you'll get the support you need to overcome crippling self-doubt and regain some level of inner strength, compassion, and self-control."

"Not that it'll be all that stable at the start," the Moon card illuminated itself, "you'll have a good lot of instability, anxiety, fear, misreading of whatever the situation is, and it'll all be fueled by deep seated insecurity centered around fears of being lied to or used."

Calleo shook his head and laughed while moving on to the next card, "I have absolutely no idea who could possibly have the amount of patience required to both get you to that point and past it but someone obviously does; whoever it is, it's someone you've got a lot of shared values with and who is likely a hell of a lot more like you than they'd ever care to admit but begrudgingly will as, all those other cards, give a strong indication that they'd never be able to walk away and leave you to whatever fate it is you land in that'll have left you an anxious wreck."

"Next one," the King of Wands waved his spiky club, "appears to describe--in this context anyway--a combination of personality traits of the two people already described; you know the drill: Confident, experienced, charming, easy sense of humour, largely fearless, highly motivated, passionate, dependable, protective, but can also be a little controlling or hot tempered and at a point in life in which neither of them necessarily cares if they're seen as odd."

"And nearing the end, I might normally consider this a negative as it can mean abandonment, however, in the context of the other cards, I'm inclined to think it means letting go of and walking away from the past, as tiring as that may be, the last few cards will have provided enough emotional strength and self-discovery to allow for it even if it is difficult."

"Knight of Swords seems oddly out of place," Calleo shrugged lazily and stretched while he kept speaking, "though it could simply be describing the sort of person you end up being after rebuilding what is hopefully not another tower; assertive, impatient, impulsive, daring, rebellious, ambitious, risk-taker, progressive thinking, all of that which," that knife-edged grin returned, "is how I suspect you already think of yourself now and know damn well is an illusion you've created for yourself."

“Funny thing is, that’s the same card that showed up describing you in--” Calleo blinked and caught himself, smiling politely and shaking his head, “--it’s not relevant. Yet.”

"We both know this deck has consistently described you as you are now with the Tower surrounded by the less pleasant Swords, and the fact that it’s changed to the Knight of Swords is...interesting."

"Looks as though you're going to cheerfully self-destruct, while taking as many people with you as you can manage on the way down, as this deck has consistently indicated only after this Tower hits, you'll slowly rebuild--with the assistance of someone else, it appears--into a reasonably decent person." Any of what Calleo had been saying could have been more than enough to earn him some sort of very likely very painful punishment for the blatant disrespect but, out of it all, that last statement may have easily been the one that sealed it.

#v: ftbawtft #private #divination #tarot #absintheabsence #stories

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mythvoiced · 5 years ago

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@enchcntd - THE OG GAYS, OFC — ultimate ship meme!

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - Uh? Forever? Obviously?

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight but it was definitely “good god, this is something”, at first sight (at least for Patrick) so I’m thinking it didn’t take that long, they were infatuated pretty early on, and they both feel Very Strongly, SO HERE THEY ARE

How was their first kiss? - It had the intention to become steamy because at first Patrick thought “yes, this’ll do it, this’ll show him my feelings” but then their lips touched in that random-ass bathroom stall in the men’s toilet at a gala event organised by one Anthony Sullivan, and it was just... slow sparks, it was the “we have to pull away after a literal second because neither of us can believe this is happening and oh god this is what i’ve been missing all my life, isn’t it”

Wedding:

Who proposed? - The absolute idiot that is Patrick Finch (said, of course, affectionately) he just kinda suggested it and well, hey, once you’ve put it out there, all you gotta do is get a ring and PUT IT ON IT because I’m mad Pat didn’t show up with a ring right away >:( but then again, it wasn’t exactly a planned proposal

Who is the best man/men? - We haven’t discussed this yet BUT ALLEN’S DEFINITELY THERE, I don’t know who’d apply for Spencer so feel free to scream the names at me <w< I don’t think either of them would want people who aren’t like, super close to them, though, right?

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Not applicable, but to be honest Liv should be IF yknow

Who did the most planning? - Patrick struggled a bit here because he’s used to planning things SOLO (comes from having a naturally strategical mind AND being alone for so long and all the time) but he wouldn’t want to just leave Spencer out of it when he’d know he’d feel bad if he couldn’t participate, so they probably balanced it according to their abilities... And then Pat’s mum Susan flew in and had to be physically restrained by Allen because planning a wedding is on her bucket list and she adores Spencer so she literally is usually sitting there, in a corner, waiting until she can help with something

Who stressed the most? - This would go to Spencer, right? Patrick does his own fair share of stressing on the daily (can’t he rest) but he having Spencer nearby calms him down ALSO because he wants to be calm enough to help Spencer when he’ll start stressing (this is probs the planning only, because I feel like if we’re talking about the idea of marriage itself, Patrick wouldn’t sleep for a week, but I dIGRESS, Allen is here during that period, he’ll smack some sense into him, don’t worry)

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Anthony Sullivan, Reginald Finch, and Patrick put off inviting Robert until his mother ripped him a new one

Sex:

Who is on top? - They both are... ON TOP OF THE WORLD because they are very deeply in love with one another

Who is the one to instigate things? - They haven’t worked their way up to that topic/situation yet and they both seem fairly comfortable with just letting it rest wherever it may be for a while longer, lmao

How healthy is their sex life? - Well, healthily nonexistent, LEAVE THEM ALONE Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - No Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Fellas, I don’t even know if Spencer masturbates, I know Patrick doesn’t even do that, HOW AM I SUPPOSED-

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Hypothetically speaking, because this is literally all we’re doing here (I’m tryna swerve this section, not gonna lie) the answer would be YES, although Patrick would be more inclined to take care of Spencer’s because for obvious reasons

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - None! Biology doesn’t work that way!

How many children will they adopt? - AT LEAST one, I don’t feel like they’re thinking of adopting another at the moment, BUT DEFINITELY one! Her Royal Highness Samantha Finch

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Sammy didn’t use diapers anymore when they adopted her!

Who is the stricter parent? - Patrick! Outwardly! He tries to be! He’s a big softie but he’s also terrified of losing her

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - BOTH! They’re quite apprehensive BUT at the same time, Patrick believes if a kid’s feet aren’t dirty at the end of the day, have they really lived the day? Falling of a low branch off a tree every so once in a while is okay, it depends entirely on what Sam can handle, because she may be on the spectrum, but he’s not made out of glass neither should she be treated as such, mic drop LMAO

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Kitchen is Spencer Terrain! Therefore, by extension, SPENCER!

Who is the more loved parent? - She loves them equally for different reasons! You can’t really compare them, because they’re two completely different beings and she adores them for who they are as individuals.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Patrick would make it a habit to be around for them CERTAINLY because he wants not only to be there for Sam, but also for Spencer the first few times, thinking the idea would stress Spencer out. Not to mention, Patrick has a deep-rooted passion within him to go against every and all systems out there, so he’d want to be there right away if the school Fucked Up because that’s his daughter they’re talking about (but he’d also try to get Spencer to come every time because it’d be important to Spencer as well to be there, right?)

Who cried the most at graduation? - To be honest they probably spent 20 minutes just all three of them crying into the best family hug in the history of all family hugs

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Patrick, because he INVENTED trouble with the law, NAH omg hopefully neither

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Spencer! Patrick can cook well enough to keep himself alive, but Spencer is basically a CHEF at this point and well, it’s his thing :3

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Maybe Sammy? Patrick isn’t picky in the slightest, he’s very likely to eat something he doesn’t like either (at the end of the day he always be “everything’s better than trench food, so”) and Spencer doesn’t seem very picky? So if anybody had to pick that title, it’d probably be some child-pickiness

Who does the grocery shopping? - Who happens to! Depends on schedules and such, but I also believe that Spencer is more likely to, also because he’s the cook so Patrick would be constantly calling him anyway

How often do they bake desserts? - Any time Spencer would feel like it >:)

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Well, Spencer is a vegetarian so there’s that, Patrick definitely enjoys meat

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - SPENCER! Although, it depends, are we talking a dinner out or a dinner in, although it’s a dinner in either way right, SO SPENCER! Because he cooks. Patrick would surprise him with something else.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - PATRICK! But he means... OUT out, as in out into nature, on a field, for a picnic, or to star-gaze, he’s more likely too because if he can’t breathe fresh air at least once a day, he withers away (like a dog, yknow)

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - NEITHER!

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - BOTH!

Who is really against chores? - NEITHER! I can see it being rather relaxing for both of them, just getting things done around the house

Who cleans up after the pets? - WHOEVER HAPPENS TO!

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - APPLE! Lmao

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - SPENCER! Because Patrick is just gonna boot them out if he doesn’t like them, he’s a master at skillfully kicking people out of places, but also because he’s taken to trying to be calm during situations like these so that Spencer can rely on him, so even if he WAS stressed, he’d probably get over it

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - SAMMY! It’s her Treasure

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - SPENCER! For the sole reason that Patrick’s showers are fast as lightning lmao and he doesn’t take baths

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - THEY DON’T OWN A DOG!

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - THEY DON’T MISS A SINGLE ONE EXCEPT FOR THANKSGIVINGS PATRICK DOESN’T PARTICIPATE IN THAT ONE LMAO

What are their goals for the relationship? - EVERYTHING THEY GOT RIGHT NOW TBH

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - NEITHER! Both seem pretty early risers

Who plays the most pranks? - PATRICK! I’m kidding IT’S APPLE

#enchcntd #a writer and his wolf;patrick & spencer #TOOK ME A THOUSAND YEARS BUT HERE WE GO #actually jokes on all of us i usually take much longer #;queue

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dazzlingfantasiesblogs · 6 years ago

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Jealousy for the win!

Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: 18 + Only. If under 18, kindely, un-follow me! Smut. Violence?

Notes: Just a small drabble I thought of.

Pics and Gifs are not mine.

Please do not post my work anywhere else! It is my work. I do not own Supernatural obviously, but this story line is my thoughts.

Sam walked around the bunker looking for you. He had not seen you all day and he was worried after his huge fight with you, that you left. He walked into the kitchen, seeing if you where maybe cooking something. “She is in the dungeon.” Sam looked to his brother. “Why?!” Sam groaned at Dean. Knowing you probably went there irritated as ever. It was your hiding place after all.. “She was reading records of something. Said she needed to be away for a bit. Sam nodded and headed to the dungeon. Walking in, he seen you sitting in the middle of the demon trap, reading an article. Your coal colored, square glasses on your face and concentration was the emotion on it. Ruffling through the papers that was strewed across the floor you where looking for a certain document. “What are you doing?” you peered up through your glasses at the tall man in front of you. “Research.” Your words short and laced with unpleasantness for the man in front of you. “I haven’t seen you all day.” “Sam cut the formality. I wanted to be away from you.”

You started to clean up the mess. Standing up Sam noticed your hair was wet from a shower you must have taken earlier. Wearing some tight exercise jeggings that had lace on the side and a bright pink tank-top. Putting the papers in the correct folder you walked to the aisle they belonged to and set them in their section. Sam followed you around as you walked, watching you move with such grace. You quickly turned around running into his broad chest. “Sorry. Excuse me.” Mumbling you tried to go around him. His hands grabbed your shoulders stopping you. “Sam I have things to do, please let me go.” “No. We need to talk about the fight.” “What.. about how it was you doing all the bitching. I couldn’t get a fucking word in with your constant stammering on about that guy flirting with me at the bar while I talked to him for a case!” “He did.. he was giving you fucking googly eyes and practically eye-fucking you!” slapping a hand to your head you groaned. “Fucking whatever! I watch women practically get on their knees to suck your dick, especially all the house wives who are unhappy. Yet I know at the end of the day you are between my thighs!” finally pushing past him you headed to the main area of the bunker. He grabbed your right hand, pulling you into the dungeon once again, he slammed the door. “What the hell Sam.” “Your right… I am the one between your legs..” He growled. Rolling your eyes you walked back to the table in the back, this was going to be another fight. Not even a conversation when Sam was mad. People this he is so rational.. he wasn’t when it came to jealousy. He watched as your ass walked in those tight pants. The way it jiggled with every step you took.

Following you to the table he picked you up before setting you on the table. “Sam eno..” his lips attacked yours. Grabbing your tank top he ripped it in half. He wouldn’t let you speak, instead his lips slid with yours. Gasping when he ripped your tank top, he slid his tongue in your mouth, playing with your own. Going to your hips, he started to slide down your tight pants. Pulling you up, he turned you around. Getting on his knees, he grabbed handfuls of the globes of your ass. He fondled your ass watching as he squeezed it. “Look at those panties… I already see your getting wet… so.. responsive to me…” he slid a finger over your fuchsia booty shorts. “So fucking sexy… no wonder… that guy wanted to have you…” he slid his pointer finger deep in your pussy. “SAM!” you called out. “But your mine baby… all fucking… MINE!” Sliding over your panties more, he laid down and pulled you legs over him. HE kept pushing his finger in and out of you, watching your honey coat it. “Fuck… so sexy sitting on my face…” holding your self up on his chest as he licked you, your legs started to quiver. His tongue explored your core. His tongue working you over expertly, twirling over you bud. “Sam! Fuck!” your legs gave way, as the dam broke. You came hard, his sweet name on the tip of your tongue over and over again.

Picking you up, you wanted to return the favor, by either riding him till he came or sucking him. He refused. He bent you over on the concrete. You where sure your knees would be bruised and if you wore shorts, Dean would have a ton of jokes. Moving your panties over, your hurd his pants hit the floor with his heavy belt and then his boxers. He slid into you with one stroke. “That’s it….. take it all…” he whispered in your ear as he bent over you. His hand slapping the right ass cheek and he started to pound into you with no mercy. You knew what this was, if Sam got jealous, he was going to take it out on your body. Honestly, it was your favorite times you have had sex with Sam when he was Jealous. He pulled out and pushed all the way in, your core stretching to his girth and length. “Sam.. not going to last..” you moaned out as he slid his hand over you ass again. “Love this ass… Fuck…. I love you… your whole body… but this ass… is the death of me.. Men always stairing..” he slapped it again hard. Enough to leave a huge bruised handprint on it for tomorrow. He felt your tight walls fluttering against him already. He knew the moment he started this, lasting was out of the question for you. “Take… it all..” He whispered in your ear. “Slap… again..” you breathed out. He knew what you wanted. “Mmm… love my violent girl..” his hand came down on your left cheek as hard as the right, leaving a matching mark. “My girl..” that was all it took before you lost control. You shook, coming hard on him. HE slowed down a bit and pulled out. He looked down at you and seen the prints and the slick drip. He decided to not cum but instead make it about you. “Why…?” He grabbed you in his arms after pulling his pants up. “Because… I wanted it to be about you… I am sorry for being an asshole.. now let me go make love to you…” Sam smirked as he pressed a kiss to your tired lips. “Round two..” He whispered.

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ebaeschnbliah · 7 years ago

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DUNGEON ON THE MIND-STAGE ?

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Musings on the 'Serbian-Scene' in TEH and playing with it on a metaphorical level

Sherlock chained to the walls of this dungeon, beaten with a metal bar by a brute and Mycroft sitting by ... watching calmly .... it never felt right to me. And a lot of other things contradict themselves in this scene as well.

More under the cut ....

Why has Mycroft to visit that prison himself ... 'smuggling his way into their ranks'. Does he not have a lot of experts at his command, trained exactly for this sort of action? Also .... this must have taken a lot of time. Who replaced the 'british government' in London while Mycroft was away, doing the much despised 'legwork'?

Maybe Mycroft wanted to go himself because it was about Sherlock, his little brother, whom he always worries about so much? Then why doesn't he show his concern in any way?

Maybe Mycroft couldn't use words because there was the risk of being overheard? Sure, the first few sentences are wispered but the last words - and very revealing words by the way ('Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Homes') - aren't wispered at all.

Besides, there isn't the slightest hint that someone is watching this interrogation somewhere from the outside - unlike the one of Jim Moriarty at the end of THOB. There is no quick shot of a little camera lens in a dark corner, nor a tiny red laser light to clarify the possibility of being watched or overheard. No one is monitoring that scene from a different room. On the contrary, it is explicitly shown that the soldier outside the door wears earplugs and listens to music ... he's not interested at all in what happens behind him in that dungeon.

Maybe Mycroft can't express his worry and concern with words because ... he simply doesn't do things that way? Very plausible .... but ... There is no concern or worry or empathy in his eyes either. Nothing! Just sarcasm, scorn and cynicism. And I wont even start about the hair pulling or comparing torture to 'holidays'.

In fact, Mycroft seems much more concerned to get Sherlock back to London in time to ward off a possible terror attack, then he is about his bleeding and tortured little brother. Which reminds me a lot of Eurus in Sherrinford and her special 'utility':

'There is, in this facility, a prisoner whose intellectual abilities are of occasional use to the British government.'

Mycroft seems to have a certain tendency to free his siblings from prisons when he needs their extraordinary talents for his own purposes.

So, my friend. Now it’s just you and me. You have no idea the trouble it took to find you. Now listen to me. There’s an underground terrorist network active in London and a massive attack is imminent. Sorry, but the holiday is over, brother dear. Back to Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes.

"I got you out." ....... "No – I got me out."

There is clearly something in Sherlock's hand and it looks a lot like a key.

Question is ... how was Sherlock able to get hold of a key? Had it been already in his hands before he got chained up in that room? Then why didn't the torturer notice it? I heavily doubt anyone - even Sherlock Holmes - is able to pinch something while chained from wall to wall with outstreched arms. The next thing I also heavily doubt is that Sherlock would be able to use that key to free himself. The hinge of the shackle is clearly on the underside ... therefore the keyhole must be on the back of the hand. Seems very, very impossible for Sherlock to 'get himself out'.

Well .... and that's the next thing which reminds me of Eurus in Sherrinford ... behind Elephant Glass.

Two prisoners - under normal circumstances - unable to free themselves by their own power - and yet ... neither a high tech security prison, equipped with elephant glass ... nor shackles and heavy chains forged of iron, can keep them inside.

Eurus apparently is able to walk through elephant glass every time she wants to break free.

Sherlock holds the key to his bonds in his own hands, ready to get himself out when he wants to.

By the way ... apparently Jim and Ajay can't be held in captivity as well. They too walk away from torture and prison under dubious circumstances. Not sure about Alex, but it's always suspicious when a charachter dies off stage. And Gabriel ... except for the name there's not the slightest bit of information about that guy. So, who knows ....

Taken as a 'real life scene' Sherlock's captivity and torture in this prison in Serbia ... ordered by a man who is called 'Baron Maupertius' ... appears to be at least a bit dubious. (I know Baron Maupertius is canon but still .... a Baron in the 21st century in Serbia???) Could it be that this whole scene has the distinct flair of someone who loves to be .... dramatic? Anyway, I dare to doubt ... and therefore:

A metaphorical reading of the dungeon scene in Serbia

Based on the assumption that Sherlock is already investigating and deducing on his Mind-Stage at the beginning of 'The Empty Hearse' ... with

Mycroft representing the BRAIN

Sherlock the SOUL

London equating Sherlock's BODY

Terrorists .... being synonymous with EMOTIONS

... what would that scene look like?

BRAIN: "Ok, SOUL ... I watched you torture yourself long enough. Stop this nonsense and put yourself together! You are severly needed by your BODY. Return at once because very soon EMOTIONS will rise and attack again. Get ready for it. Find and defuse all the 'danger points' (explosives) ... unless of course, you want to become a prisoner of your own meat! ... You had enouth time to catch your breath! Get up! The game is on again!"

Torture yourself? .... let's take a closer look at the torturer then

TORTURER: He said that I used to work in the navy, where I had an unhappy love affair ... that the electricity isn’t working in my bathroom; and that my wife is sleeping with our next door neighbour! The coffin maker! ... If I go home now, I’ll catch them at it! I knew it! I knew there was something going on!

The torturer worked in the navy .... a sailor then? Interesting. Serbia is a country without access to the sea. But then, the man (who speaks Serbian) could have been a mercenary in some other army. Who knows? A mercenary in the navy .... maybe he even was a .... PIRATE?

Unhappy love affair ..... the sailor/pirate once loved someone, but it went wrong. And then he gave up his profession as a 'pirate'? Because of a broken heart? Well, well ....

Electricity not working.... if it's not working then there is no light ... then it is rather DARK. Which impairs the sight considerably. A bit like 'shortsightedness'?

In the bathroom .... the bathroom is definitely the one room in a house/flat which has the strongest connection to ... WATER. A lot of water in a bathroom. A lot of 'dark water' ...... if the electricitiy isn't working .....

The wife is cheating with a coffin maker .... someones life partner is cheating with a person who creates sort of 'closets/cupboards for dead people' .... who puts dead people into narrow boxes .....

If the torturer goes home at once, he will chatch them cheating .... hm, maybe if the 'former pirate' returns to London immediately, he will arrive just in time to be present for ... an engagement?

There is even a little bit of additional information hiding in plain sight regarding this 'torturer'. He wears a Tattoo. Nothing unusual for a former sailor or a mercenary one might say. In combination though this tattoo becomes very interesting because it is Mary who also wears a 'secret tattoo'. Sharing more than 30 similarities makes her a major mirror for Sherlock. Therefore I wouldn't be much surprised if somewhere on Sherlock's body waits a tattoo to be discovered as well. :)))))

It really looks like - on a metaphorical level - this torturer is no one else than Sherlock who is torturing himself in the solitude of his mind.

Conclusion

Something happens in S2 TRF and Sherlock ... panicks. My humble guess: Jim happens. Oozing sexuality and darkness like never before, threatening Sherlock to break into every corner of his being, to occupy even the most secure and heavily locked places ... 'the man with the key is king and honey you should see me in a crown' ... no place of power, no prison is secure enough to keep him out ... not even the crown jewels are safe anymore. : )))

Sherlock tries to get rid of Jim, then fakes his own death (just to be safe) and goes on a mental hiatus to find his former equilibrium again. Only ... it doesn't work. It turns out that being away from BODY and HEART doesn't change anything. On the contrary ... the distance becomes torture, unbearable suffering. At last Sherock's own BRAIN - logic and reason - tells him to stop that misery and go back to where he belongs. Sherlock has to find either a way to defeat/delete his emotions entirely or .... lose the war and surrender to that powerful 'underground network'. And we know already how this battle ends ....... :)))

Bonus-Pics ________________________________________

Obviously the torturer doesn't use a tyre lever to beat Sherlck. It's propably some piece of a water pipe ... but .... well .... the look of it ....

I mean, they could have easily chosen a club or some straight piece of metal ....?

Sherlock holding the key to his chains in his own hand?

How does a rainbow get into a dungeon .....

I leave you to your own deductions. Thanks @callie-ariane for the scripts.

August, 2017

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itsdanystormborn · 8 years ago

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MAGI 350 Full Spoiler Translation.

Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts. This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Jump.Netabare’s texts ^^

@maumauxmau @sayakakat2012

UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the in word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) ^^

Page 1

Narration:

Alibaba’s capacity goes beyond Sinbad’s imagination… What is destiny’s outcome!?

Ugo: Are you saying we bind an Alliance with the gods that are like Ill Illah?

Ugo: Since the Alma Torran era, God was always the target of worship, although it was a colossal evil thing that was ought to be repelled*.

TN: that should be repelled*

Aladdin: Why hasn’t anyone come up with this until now?

Alibaba: Sinbad-san thought of it! It’s amazing!

Sinbad: …...!

Night 350: The Impossible great business

Page 2

Sinbad’s thoughts: That’s right, I tough about it.

Sinbad’s thoughts: Until just now, i pictured another dream, the existence that can do as it likes with our destiny is an enemy. You have to throw down the existence that threatens your own.

Sinbad’s thoughts: That’s how I thought. If I think about it now, isn’t that *militaristic? Although that was the way of thinking that i was supposed to hate the most...

TN: isn’t that how military behave?

Alibaba: The ideology of the seven seas Alliance is to bring peace to the world with an alliance!

Aladdin: Now that you mention it, that’s right!

Sinbad’s thoughts: i was saying it at the time of the discussion.

Sinbad’s thoughts: While I say that I’m aiming for innovation, I couldn’t escape the stereotype that has continued since the Alma Torran era…

Sinbad’s thoughts: I was dragged out from there*

TN: *From the stereotype.

Page 3

Sinbad’s thoughts: The foresight of destiny and proceed while taking people along, that is what a “singularity” is. But, the way that I was forced to change my mind*…

TN: They made me change my mind.

Sinbad’s thoughts: isn’t that also similar to how I was led/taken along by him?

TN: it means that Sinbad is thinking that Alibaba did to him what a singularity is supposed do to people, lead them. He’s comparing the “singularity” definition to what Alibaba is doing, or at least I understood as much.

Page 4

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad thinks upon Alibaba’s previous words.

Alibaba: That is certainly my power!

Sinbad: …!!

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad speaks again.

Sinbad: No, I can’t accept it yet.

Alibaba: Eh? What?

*Jump-Netabare text: Aladdin, Alibaba and Arba look at Sinbad.

Sinbad: I certainly think that the alliance plan is revolutionary.

Arba: You said it yourself…. What is this man talking about?

Sinbad: but, is it possible to materialize it? Ugo said it, “the magic to connect dimensions” is absolutely impossible.

Page 5

Ugo: No, it might be possible.

Alibaba, Arba, Aladdin: Huh?

Ugo: Opening a big hole on the wall of the dimension and completely make the worlds into one it’s impossible.

Ugo: but if we open a small hole, It might be possible just to interact with the other side of the wall.

Aladdin: what!? Then what haven’t you done it so far?

Ugo: That’s because I hadn’t thought if it! Something such as talkig to Ill Illah!

Ugo. Since no one has ever tried until now, the possibility is unknown.

Sinbad: The possibility is unknown? Or…

Page 6

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad closes his eyes.

Sinbad: ….

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad speaks again.

Sinbad: I understand.

Aladdin: Huh?

Sinbad: I accept it.

Sinbad: because if I stick to my point of view although a new path has opened right before my eyes, I will also become a stagnant* person.

TN: *Like an inactive or static person ( that doesn’t move forward or doesn’t evolve)

Alibaba: That’s…

Aladdin: Uncle Sinbad!!

Page 7

Sinbad: Let’s try it, shouldn’t we?

Everyone: !!

Aladdin: With the vertical hole of the dimension, the fellow people from different worlds… and with the horizontal hole of the dimension, the fellow rukh that was dispersed... we will become able to interact with them, right!?

Alibaba: That’s how it is!

Aladdin: Alibaba-Kun, Hurry! Use that great magic to connect the dimensions!

Alibaba: I can’t do that! Because I’m not a magician! That magic can’t be achieved by using a living body. That’s what Setta-san and the others told me.

Ugo: Then, is it hopeless?

Alibaba: Aren’t we going to think about ways to make it possible from this moment on?

Page 8 and 9

Alibaba: Aladdin and Ugo are here.

Alibaba: Sinbad-san and Arba are also here!

Alibaba: because you guys are awesome!! You’ve come up so far for the sake of managing the world in one way or another.

Alibaba: we were dispersed and we were attracted to one place…

Alibaba: To this impossible great business!!!

Alibaba: Isn’t this an issue that we must tackle with all our strength*? This inevitable* thing…

TN: Neccesary, inevitable

Alibaba: how do you call that, without calling it “destiny”??

TN: isn’t that what you call destiny?

Ugo, Arba, Aladdin: !!?

TN: *we must join our strenght and tackle it

Page 10

Sinbad’s thoughts: He says things well*…

TN: *It’s just as he says...

*Jump-netabare text: Suddenly, Sinbad smiles.

Arba: I have the hunch that it’s something cleverly integrated but, if it reaches the point where I will be able to hear the voice of “that person” again… I …

Aladdin: I will do it! What about you, Ugo-kun?

Ugo: If Aladdin says so, I will also do it!!

Aladdin: That’s not righ!

Ugo: Eh? Why?!

Page 11

Aladdin: Not being asked by me or by king Solomon, tell me what you want to do the most now, Ugo-kun.

Ugo: *sweats*

Jump-Netabare text: Aladdin’s words make Ugo impatient.

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad watches the situation while he smiles.

Sinbad: You are harsh, Aladdin…

Ugo: *sweats*

*Jump-Netabare text: Ugo is sweating while he’s sitting and thinking.

Ugo: I want to be with Aladdin…

Aladdin & Alibaba: ¿

Ugo: The truth is that I don’t know what is right anymore… but I want to do something (together) with Aladdin, I don’t want to be alone anymore. It’s pathetic but, this is the only thing that I can think of right now.

*Jump-Netabare text: Ugo speaks while facing the ground.

Arba: haa, Ugo.

Page 12

Arba: Such small desires… and this is the guardian of the sacred palace….

Arba: Solomon completely miscalculated this.

Ugo:!

*Jump-Netabare text: Ugo hears these words and feels down, he closes his eyes.

*Jump-Netabare text: But Alibaba and Aladdin approach Ugo and say:

Alibaba: desires are neither small nor big!

Aladdin: I understand, Ugo-kun!, let’s do our best together from now on!

Page 13

Ugo: Do our best together?... this feeling, I haven’t felt like this for a long time!

*Jump-Netabare text: Ugo smile brightens up while tears accumulate in his eyes.

Sinbad: …

Sinbad’s thoughts: The previously empty djinn has now shining eyes….

Sinbad’s thoughts: Even though I thought he was completely broken by emptiness…

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad smiles with his eyes closed.

Sinbad: Anyway, it’s time…

Alibaba: ?

Aladdin: What are you doing uncle?

Page 14

*Jump-Netabare text: Immediately afterwards, the ground starts to shake tremendously.

Alibaba: Sinbad-san?

Sinbad: It’s the magic that will return the world to the rukh.

Page 15

*Jump-Netabare text: With Judar and Hakuryuu.

*Jump-Netabare text: outside the dungeon, the White rukh are fluttering restlessly. At the same time, the sun begins to sink without stopping.

Judar: The sun is setting? If it falls down, that marks the time limit, right?

Hakuryuu: …

Hakuryuu: The whole world will return to the rukh…!

Page 16

*Jump-netabare text: with Aladdin and Alibaba and the others.

*Jump-netabare text: even the white rukh are fluttering restlessly inside the dungeon. Everyone is astonished at Sinbad’s behavior.

Alibaba: Sinbad-san!?

Aladdin: Uncle, Stop!!

*Jump-netabare text: With Hakuryuu and Judar.

Hakuryuu: W... what?

Judar: Oi… it stopped.

*Jump-Netabare text: With Aladdin and the others.

Ugo: … *sweats*

Aladdin: ?

Sinbad: Of course, I made that magic stop…

*TN: lol, Sinbad trolled them for a moment....

Page 17

*Jump-Netabare text: Sinbad stops the sinking of the sun.

Sinbad: I stopped it. Alibaba’s suggestion is worth the challenge.

Sinbad: Shouldn’t we try it? Let’s materialize the impossible great business*

TN: He uses a word that express uncertainty, I think it means that he doesn’t know if it’s possible but he wants to try anyway.

Alibaba: That’s…

Aladdin: Uncle Sinbad!! You desisted from your plan, I’m glad! This way we will protect everyone, right?!

Page 18

*Jump-Netabare text: In that moment, the white rukh on the side start dancing while (apparently) making a pii sound .

Aladdin: What’s that? The rukh is….

Alibaba and Sinbad: ¡!!

*Jump-Netabare text: Outside the dungeon, the sun shines dazzingly. and in that moment, it begins to set without stopping.

*Jump-netabare text: The sun sinks and night falls upon the surroundings.

Hakuryuu and Judar: Ah? Huh !? *sweats*

*Jump-Netabare text: Judar and Hakuryuu are atonished.

Narration:

The sun is not supposed to sink, but it’s sinking… What the heck!?

A sudden turn of the development goes to an unpredictable area.

Thanks for reading ^^

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