#i would give my left kidney for them to meet

[stormyrainyday]

beyblade (metal fight) and genshin fans please lend me your strength in designing a special move for Bennett and freminet I've made Bennett a balance type bey (blitz tempo) and freminet an attack type (spiral byxis) they're both on my blog I'll link it in the morning if I remember but I have an idea cooking for them but I need to assign them special moves before it can happen

[probablyintensemuses]

Dating Armando Aretas Would Include:

Grumpy x Sunshine Edition

🎧- Enchanted: Taylor Swift

pairing: Armando Aretas x black fem! reader

themes: grumpy x sunshine w/drabble

warnings: mentions of trauma & abuse, strong language, and a bit of gore.

authors note: I saw Bad Boys 4 again last night and it’s really refueled my Armando obsession, so more headcannons, drabbles, and fics on the way.

✨First Encounters✨

You and Armando meet in the worst of circumstances.

He, his father, and Marcus were on the run as wanted men, and you were the first person Mike thought to turn to after the attack at Tabatha’s.

Which he wasn’t wrong, you’d give your left kidney to Mike he’s saved you so many times.

You had let them into your small apartment, offering them clothes, food, and shelter until they could get in touch with the rest of the Ammo team and sort this shit out.

Armando had taken an interest to you then. Your house was warm and cozy, lived in. A small, plush couch, next to a coffee table littered with medical books. A kitchen stacked with teas and espressos , a dresser with vintage vinyls and a record player beside it. This was the kind of house he’d like to live in if he lead a different life.

You remember walking over to him, a picture of your parents and you when you were young in his hands.

“Those are my parents,’ you say. “I was ten then.”

Armando’s gruff exterior takes over though, and he doesn’t give you as much as a word back, let alone a thank you for feeding and housing literal fugitives.

You figured it was just him though and let it roll off you back like water.

You all got some sleep and the next day Mike asks you to drive them out to Dorn’s house on the dock. You agree and begin to load up the truck with guns, water, food, and extra clothes for the drive.

This is when Armando starts to question who you are and the legitimacy of your actions. Last person Mike trusted fucked them over, and he wasn’t having that shit again.

So he pulls his father aside and confronts him on the situation: you.

“How can we trust her?” Armando says, not far out of earshot of you.

“She’s good for it, trust me.”

“Didn’t you say that the last time and we got sold out. Don’t forget there is fucking five million dollar bounty on our heads. We can’t trust no one!” He whisper-shouted.

Mikes shoulders dropped. “I saved her life when she was younger, and I used to work with her parents. Trust me, she’s not going to pull a fast one. Because if she was, she would have done it already.”

Armando looked over at you, you’re dressed in a tank top, and that’s when he notices the cuts and burns littering your left arm. He sucks in a deep breath eyeing Mike who looks at you with sympathy too. There’s a story there, he’ll piece it together later, but for now he guesses you’re his only hope of getting out alive.

✨Post-fallout ✨

After you didn’t screw them over, and got them safety to Dorn’s, Armando found himself limping towards your apartment, blood trailing behind his feet.

Mike had sent him, and for some reason, at that moment, your place felt like exactly what he needed.

With the last of his energy, he banged on your door. Shortly, you answered and immediately went into panic mode.

The moment you let him inside, Armando crashes to the floor, passing out.

You screech and get every first aide equipment you have on hand and begin to bandage him up and stop the bleeding.

It took two bloody, sweaty hours, but you eventually got him all closed up.

Armando woke the next morning in a bed he didn’t recognize. This sent him into a frenzy. He went to shoot up out of the bed, but the soreness of his injuries knocked him back down.

“Fuck,” he moaned, grabbing at his torso.

From the living room, you turn down your headphones at the sound of movement. Armando must be awake.

Two days of rest, not bad.

You move towards the microwave and reheat the breakfast you had made him, pour some orange juice, and bring a whole heck of a lot of water and pain-pills.

Tray in hand, you kick open the door and slip inside your bedroom.

“Good morning.” You smile, setting the tray on the bed by his side. “How do you feel?”

“What the fuck did you put in this.” Armando asks, eyeing the food.

“Eggs, bacon, and toast.” You snicker.

Armando lifts a piece of toast, taking a bite. “If I die from this, I’ll kill you.”

“Noted, Sarg.” You salute.

You watch Armando eat his food with a smile on your face.

Eventually he looks up at you scowling. “Why are you staring at me.”

You shrug. “I’m just happy you’re okay.” You say truthfully.

“Well,’ Armando takes a swig of water, downing the pills. “Go be happy somewhere else.”

Your shoulders drop and you let out a sigh, you knew Armando was tough, but geez, you practically saved his life. Would it kill him to be a little nice?

But still you smile when you say, “okay, well if you need me, I’ll be out in the living room studying. Feel free to roam around, I don’t mind.”

It was a couple hours before Armando had come out of your room, limping over to the kitchen and rummaging through your fridge.

“I’m making dinner right now,’ you say, pausing your television show. “It’s a roast with veggies.”

“I want a beer.” He grumbles.

“Well I don’t have beer, but I do have wine.” You say, pointing to you collection of reds and whites.

“ I don’t want wine.”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

Armando comes over to you, cornering you into the tiny space between your sink and the counter. “Get me a beer.”

“Let’s start over,’ you stick out your hand for a shake. “I think we’re at a misunderstanding of our situation.”

Armando frowns at your response, grumbling Spanish curses under his breath and walking away, slamming your door like a toddler.

The roast was done, and eventually you got Armando to come and have dinner with you…kind of.

He sat on the couch and watched the news, for updates on the status for his search, and you sat at the table, contemplating what to do with him next.

✨Enemies, Friends, Roomates✨

Mike had told you harboring Armando would only be for a short while until he could figure something out with the D.A’s office….that was three months ago.

Eventually you got your bed back, Armando taking the couch, but not your sanity.

Living with Armando wasn’t easy. He was brash, stand-offish, stubborn, and mean.

You did everything to try and form some kind of bond with him, even buying him gym equipment offline, but it just never clicked for him.

Not until one night when you’re studying late for an exam and happen to fall asleep at the kitchen table, books all around you.

That’s when you fall into a nightmare. The man who ruined your life the star of the show, again.

It always starts the same. You and your parents living happily at the park. Your parents watch you as you swing higher and higher, giggles filling the air. Then a man appears at the edge of the park, beckoning your parents over. You scream and shout for them but they never turn back, they keep going to the man. And when he has your parents in his grip, he brandishes a knife, slicing them open.

You let out a blood curling scream, slamming awake and falling to the group. Sweat sticks your curls to your face as you cry and gasp for breath.

Armando’s up in a second, swarming you.

“Estás bien?’ He pats you down, checking you out. “What’s happened to you?”

You can’t do anything but cry. The man who’s ruined your life, he’ll never leave you…he made sure of that in many ways. His latching to you is so deep that you can’t even escape him when you sleep.

You finally are able to get some words out, tell Armando, “I had a nightmare. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,’ he helps you stand. “Maybe you should get some sleep in your bed.”

You’re shocked by his response, but you’re even more shocked by the way he helps you to your room.

“What are you doing?” You asks, confused.

“You just flew out your chair from a nightmare, what do you mean what am I doing? I’m helping you.”

“Yeah, I get that…but you never help me.”

Armando sighs, holding his hands at his hips. “You gonna tell me what it was about, or should I leave.”

You sigh. “When I was younger, my parents worked for the Miami Police Department. They were detectives and before I was born they ended up helping catch this serial killer. His name was Gunter Bennett but the media called him “The Gutter” because that’s how he killed. Years later, somehow he escaped prison. That’s when he came for my parents. He killed them in the middle of the night.’ You take an uneasy breath, finding birth relief and shock when Armando’s hand slips into yours. “And I was sure he was going to kill me too, but he didn’t…he did worse. He kidnapped me and kept me at some shithole for three years. Three.”

You rile up your sleeves and show all your burns and cuts. Armando remembers them from the first day he met you.

“It’s how I got these. That sadistic bastard,’ you cry. “He tortured me.”

Armando feels something in him snap hearing your story and seeing the ways it’s effected you, even now. He knows what it’s like to be harmed and loose the people closest to you.

So he shocks even himself with what does next, scooping you up like a wounded bird and nuzzling under the blankets with you.

You whimper and sniffle in his arms and he just hushes you, stroking your curls.

“It’s going to be alright, niña bonita, he’s gone now.”

Slowly, the exhaustion of work, school, and your tears overcome you and you both drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

✨My Lover✨

Armando was jealous.

You two had just spent the day out shopping, laughing and talking. Hell, you two live together! And yet you’re grinding on another man at the bar?!

The glass in Armando’s hand shakes and chips as he squeezes it further.

“Relax, muscle milk. You’ll break the glass.” Marcus says.

Armando scowls at him.

“I’m just saying, if you love her, tell her.” Marcus shrugs, walking away.

Armando scoffs. Love? Yeah right.

Did he feel close to you, yes.

Want to spend every breathing moment with you, yes.

Touch himself in the shower thinking about you, yes .

Oh fuck…he did love you.

Fuck! He loved you and you’re grinding another man!

Armando pushed out of his chair, it clattering to the ground in his wake.

He stalked over to you, grabbing your wrist and putting room between you and the man you danced on.

“ ‘Mando, what are you doing?” You stumble, clearly drunk.

“Let’s go.” He grabs you, chest heaving.

“Hey, wait!” You swat at him as he drags you through the bar and out the exit. “Why would you do that?” You whine.

“Because you’re drunk.” He rolls his eyes, slinging his leather jacket over your naked shoulders.

“I’m not!’ You whine, stumbling, luckily Armando catches you with ease. “I am.”

“You are. Let’s go.” He says, slinging you and carrying you bridal shower.

“Ah,’ you say, wrapping your arms around Armando’s neck and snuggling into him. “My knight in shining armor always takes such good care of me.’ You lean over, smacking his butt with a giggle.

“Shut up.” Armando says, resisting the urge to crack a smile.

Home, Armando tucks you into bed. He’s just about to walk away when you snatch his wrist, pulling him on top of you.

“Let’s play a game,” you whisper.

Armando rolls his eyes. “What kind of game?”

“Truth for truth. I tell you a truth and you do the same. “I’ll start.” You giggle.

“Tonight went exactly how I planned.”

Armando pulls back. “What do you mean by that?”

You shake your head and pout. “Uh uh. You’re turn.”

Armando sighs. “I don’t actually find you that annoying…anymore.”

“Ah, I knew it!” You laugh.

“Knew what?”

“Game over.’ You slump and snore, pretending to sleep.

“Stop it, you knew what?” Armando lifts you.

You bop his nose. “I knew that you loved me.”

Armando’s eyes get big. “What?”

“Me and kelly paid that guy to dance with me. We knew you’d get mad and that was all the proof I needed.”

“You’re a dick.” He starts to walk away, but you grab him by his belt loop.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” You pull him back. “But you don’t have to be shy.” You hiccup.

Armando grumbles, nuzzling his face into your stomach. “And why’s that?”

You lift his head, angling it to face you. “Because I love you too.” You lean forward, placing a firm kiss onto his plump lips.

Armando reciprocates, opening his mouth turning the kiss fierce and hot. He climbs on top of you, mumbling against your lips. “And I thought you were supposed to be the nice one.”

You giggle. “Feels good to be bad for a change.”

[liveontelevision]

I beg of u pls more slowburn luci... I'm starved... No one writes him as well as you💔 I'll give you my kidneys 💔

THIS ONES FOR YOU BB

Did it Hurt? Lucifer x Reader

enjoy some quick fluff >:)

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Lucifer always had a habit of losing his temper. It wasn't often, usually when a specific document was giving him a hard time or when he would return from any meeting that took place at Heaven's Embassy. Or, with the relocation of his quarters, whenever a certain radio demon would push his buttons just a bit too much. You've seen it enough times to know when to leave him be and when to step in, but you hated to admit how familiar you became with him in this state.

It was a lot of work keeping up with the hotel after its renovation, and Lucifer did everything in his power to keep the hotel running behind the scenes, so Charlie could focus on her new residents. Being his assistant for so many years, even following him to work at the hotel, you were absolutely delighted to see him so passionate to work, obviously motivated by his rekindled relationship with his daughter. But with the whole redemption premise, it meant a lot more contact with Heaven, and that drained his battery more than anything you've seen.

You hated to compare, but it almost reminded you of his depressive episodes after Lillith disappeared. He walked the halls in a daze, putting on the brightest smile only around the other hotel staff, but you knew him too well to be fooled by his lovely grin.

Throw some drinks into the mix? You'd witness a truly gruesome sight.

It was almost evening when Lucifer realized he actually had caught up to his work and had the chance to enjoy his night. His first thought, no matter how much he'd deny it, was to find you. It was always easier to enjoy his rest and relaxation when you were around. Something about you just left that affect on him. It'd drive him crazy if he thought about it too long.

You found yourself in the newly renovated lobby, still decorated with a bar that exentuated both Lucifer's and Alastor's aesethetic. It was one of the few things they had compromised on.

Lucifer insisted you stop work for the night, but you only agreed after thoroughly skimming over his documents to see if there was anything that would keep him up too long. After finally being swayed, you give him a quick pat on his arm and wished him a good night, assuming he would take the oppurtunity to sleep through his newfound free time.

With a satisifed sigh, you slammed your empty cup on the bar's counter, shouting for another. There was a loud roar of cheers coming from everyone around you as Husk refilled your glass. You lost count after the first hour or so, your head beginning to spin before you could consider the consequences. Soft Jazz music was playing from a small radio, hidden from view, and the entire hotel staff was bustling and chatting as if it wasn't nearly midnight on an average night in Hell.

You had heard something particularly ridiculous from Angel that sent you into a laughing fit. Nearly falling from your barstool, you felt a sturdy hand brace the small of your back. Startled by the sensation, you whip your head around a little too quickly, leaving you dizzy and blinking before focusing in on Alastor keeping you upright.

"Careful, my dear! I enjoy the festivities as much as the next depraved sinner, but we can't have the king's secretary hurting themselves now, can we?" His words seemed rude, but he managed to say them with a charm that prevented you from truly questioning it. It didn't stop you from mumbling under your breath, "i'm not his secretary.. asshole deer demon - " You managed to say it quiet enough that he didn't react, but you did catch his ear twitching and turning torwards you for a second. You quickly resumed some random conversation with Charlie or Vaggie, you couldn't remember its contents if you were asked about it today, but it was better than dealing with the repercussions of insulting the radio demon.

It went back to being chummy and pleasant for a moment before you saw Charlie peering past your shoulder, an excited gasp escaping her lips.

"Dad! Come drink with us!" Charlie leaned back from her barstool, Vaggie bracing her drunken sweetheart from falling flat on her face. You quickly turn, dizzying yourself again, before seeing Lucifer making a hasty decent down the stairs. His hair was freshly quaffed, and he wore a clean white dress shirt, that smelled of a sweet cologne when he walked past you. He had that twinkle in his eyes that would appear whenever he was in Charlie's presence. You loved seeing his eyes that way. They'd shine no matter how heavy the bags under them were.

"Of course, kiddo! Your old man's got the night off if you'd believe it! Pour me a.. uh... something strong!" He puffed his chest out proudly, happy to spend some much needed time around demons in a casual setting. He propped himself against the counter between you and Charlie. When you finally caught up to his words, your eyes widened slightly, giving him a gentle tap on his shoulder. Lucifer turned to look at you, and you caught him speechless for a moment. Your cheeks were red and hot, your eyes dazed and a bit watery from laughing too hard, but still reading concerned for some reason. He's seen you in loungewear before, but you were barely put together in this state. Your hair was sprawled across your shoulders, a few strands blocking your eyes. You wore sweatpants that loosely hung from your waist, revealing your middrift that was visible from underneath your cropped t-shirt that bagged off your shoulders. After snapping back to reality, Lucifer let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Yes, yes, dear, here I am. Hope you've been having fun - but not too much! Fun.. Aha... what-what is it, what do you need..?" He stumbled over his words, attempting to be charming but failing miserably. A staticky chuckle responded to his words before you could get out what you wanted to say. "Poetry, your highness. True poetry~" Lucifer hated to look away from you but did so anyway to send a red eyed glare to Alastor, who sat across the bar. He scoffed before scooping his freshly poured drink into his clawed hand and taking a quick swig, slamming it back down. He coughed for a moment, hitting his chest with a balled up fist before sending Husk a teary-eyed thumbs up. "Smooth.. Another..!" He squeaked out. You resorted to taking a soft grip on his forearm after he got too distracted to hear you out before.

"Sir, be careful! We both know you can't hold your liquor.. just - be careful." You spoke in a hushed tone, far closer to his ear than you intended to be, but personal space became foggy in your drunken state. He shivered, feeling your breath against the side of his face, then quickly turned his head up to hide the red creeping across his cheeks. Clearing his throat and picking up his refilled glass, he let out a pompous laugh.

"Thanks for worrying about me, but i'm fine! I'm the king of Hell! I can handle my.. whiskey?" He turned to Husk with a confused look on his face, only to get a confirmation on his drink. He sent a charasmatic smirk in your direction after getting a thumbs up from the bartender. You couldn't help but giggle, covering your mouth to not embarrass him or yourself. He always eased your nerves like this.

What a dork.

You smiled to yourself for a moment before feeling a hand brush the hair that laid across your eyeline out of the way and tucking it away behind your ear. You looked up, fluttering your eyelashes as your eyes focused in on the figure. You turned red seeing Alastor brushing his claws across your hair to keep it away from your face. Without proper judgement, you cringed at the suddenly intimate interaction and jolted away from his clawed hands.

"Now, now, I'm only trying to help! You look an absolute mess, darling." You shrunk at Alastor's words. He still spoke charmingly, but it was clear he had a few drinks as well. You let out a nervous chuckle, running your hands through your own hair and crossing your arms over your exposed middrift.

Lucifer's seen you stick up for yourself before. You were as passionate as he was in that sense. So seeing you almost curled up into a ball at Alastor's words, that were spoken closer to your face than he'd ever want to see, made him growl. "Keep your distant, buddy, maybe you should call it night. If you know what's good for you, that is." Lucifer's confidence only grew with the alcohol finally hitting him. He laid his arm across your shoulder, slightly leaning you away from the demon that towered over the two of you. Alastor found a weakspot and knew exactly what to do with it.

The chatting went on for another hour or two. After Lucifer was calmed down by Charlie and yourself, you all managed to have a decent time until demons started heading back to their rooms one by one. Lucifer was going on a rant about some bullshit documents that Heaven sent and how he'll have to set an appointment to go to the embassy soon, while you propped your head on your hand and only half listened. It wasn't because you were disinterested, you were just coming off your high. You still weren't sober enough to warn Lucifer that he probably had one drink too many, but that was a problem for later.

"Why not send your little servant to deal with Heaven, hmm? I've seem them dealing with plenty of your problems, i'm sure another burden won't hurt, wouldn't you agree?" A wave of radio static washed over your body as you felt large hands fully encase your shoulders. Alastor's claws were cold against your skin, your shoulders exposed by the drooping of the oversized shirt you wore. When he was drunk, his little quips seemed much more personal.

You let out a sarcastic laugh, carefully pulling your torso away from his grip." Ha ha ha. I'm fine, Alastor. I can handle myself, even against Heaven. If i have to, I could totally deal with an angel!" You bragged, maybe the confidence of alcohol made you respond, maybe something else.

"How about you? Think you can handle an angel, Al?" Lucifer added to your words, his arms across his chest. Alastor's eye twitched, his clawed fingers digging into his dress shirt where he was nearly killed this past extermination. The static in the air crackled louder for a moment, before Alastor spun you around to face him. His hands were planted firmly on either side of the chair, caging you in uncomfortably.

"Oh rest assured, sweetheart, I'm fully capable. If you ever need.. protection.. on one of your little errands, do let me know, hm? Maybe you'll need a gentleman to accompany - " He slowly moved in closer to you, until your could barely hold yourself up, your breath hitching as you lost the strength to handle his exessive teasing. Lucifer ripped on of Alastor's hands away, before pulling you from your seat and holding onto your arms to brace you from the quick movement.

"Back the fuck off, bitch." Lucifer's eyes were glowing a familiar red, his teeth snarling at Alastor, who was standing with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh dear, did I make a mistake? Is someone a bit protective? Best not lose this one, your higness!"

Damn, that's cruel, you thought, wincing at his words.

You hadn't even confessed any feelings, not that they were clear to you. You considered being in some sort of romantic relationship with Lucifer as your still not entirely sober mind wandered from the frightening moment.

Before you could realize, you were tossed to the side, stumbling onto the carpetted floor with a light thud. Your vision returned to see a fully demonized Lucifer, gripping Alastor's collar as he yelled out some profanities, puffs of flames leaving his mouth as he spoke. You were completely shocked to see how Alastor stood there with a grin on his face. Like he was enjoying it. You quickly stood to your feet, the adrenaline coursing through your veins being more than enojgh to sober you up.

"Sir! Stop!" You reached out and grabbed Lucifer's sleeve, only to be nudged off a bit forcefully. He definitely wasn't using his full strength to keep you away. This was one of the moments you would step out, Lucifer was always impossible to calm down in this state and the alcohol surely made it worse. He lifted his flame engulfed fist, ready to drive it directly into Alastor's shit eating grin.

"Lucifer!" You finally shouted. He paused, slowly releasing Alastor's shirt and stepping away. He scoffed and didn't even snap his fingers, yet a portal appeared behind him. You could see from the outside that it led to his office.

"You're not worth the trouble anyway, fucker." A final puff of fire left his lips as he stepped through his portal that instantly vanished. It left you alone with Alastor in the lobby, the collar of his shirt and a few of his hairs lightly cinched.

"What the fuck is your problem?? Stay away from me! And him? Leave him alone! Damnit, he doesn't deserve this..!" You huffed, making your way up the stairs. Alastor stood alone, his stature still unphased. His eyes shook and he finally let out a shakey breath once you were out of view.

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You recognized where to find him and quickly made your way up to his tower. Sure, it stung that he would just leave you after causing such a scene, but that still didn't stop you from worrying about him.

You opened the office door slowly, peaking in to see an empty office. You stepped in and scanned the area, no sign of the king of Hell. You noticed a soft flicker of light coming from the window and went towards that direction. The large windows of the office opened up, one in particular leading to a small balcony that displayed the Pride Ring as a bustling landscape of city lights.

You let out a soft breath, taking in the view before finally seeing Lucifer sitting on the railing, his hands holding him up. The flickering that led you towards him was the flame that sat at the crown of his head, his demon form still intact. You knew it took him awhile to calm down, but you rarely got the chance to see his powerful features this close. His tail was hung over the railing, swaying like how a cats' would. His wings were fully sprawled out, only moving with his breath and his horns, a vivid red at the tips, tore through his scalp, breaking up the purity of his white flesh. The flame that sat between them was much smaller than before and his eyes were still red, but you could see his yellow irises looking down at the city. His shirt had torn from the back, you assumed with how fast the situation at the bar escalated he didnt properly consider the physical damage he'd cause. In this vision of raw power, just the sight of the back of his neck and shoulder blades peaking from his torn shirt was what made your blush.

He turned his eyes towards you, then looked back to the city, adjusting his wings so you could have some space to stand near him. At least he was welcoming you in. You carefully stepped over the ledge, bracing yourself on the railing as you got a full view of the city. The wind left a much needed cool touch to your face, making you let out a soft sigh. You propped yourself up on your elbows, bending at the hips slightly.

"You know, considering how terrible the people are down there, the city really is beautiful. From a distance." You spoke softly, testing the waters; seeing if he simply needed a distraction from the outburst." Actually, it looks pretty similar to a city on Earth. Not as busy and a lot less bloodshed, but still similar. I've never been, but this is pretty close to the pictures i've seen." You described. Sometimes the mention of Earth was good for him to hear too, so you gave that a shot as well.

"They used to be white. Sometimes in the sunlight, you could even see some gold flecks in there." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse. He stretched out his wings slightly, motioning that those were what he was referring to. You twisted around to fully face his wing that had outstretched in your direction. "They were really beautiful."

"I'n sure they were, sir. Do you like flying? I saw you doing it when you were fighting Adam, you seemed really fast." You spoke softly, deciding not to argue the fact that they were still beautiful in this state. He didn't need to debate right now. "May I?" You let your hand hover just above his feathers, the wind occasionally blowing them into your touch. He nodded, even if he was exhuasted, he still seemed anxious at the idea. You carefully trailed your fingers in the direction of the feathers, now a blood red. They were still unbelievably soft and they essentailly leaned into your touch, as you traced the spine of each feather mindlessly.

Clearing his throat and letting himself calm down from the touch, he did his best to respond." I-I used to. In Eden, I would.. mm... I had to patrol and catalog Adam and - well... any progress or changes.." he stammered out his words, occasionally stopping to let out a quiet hum." I just don't see the point anymore. Plus, it's probably not the safest bet." He let his head fall back for a moment, his wings slowly but surely pulling you towards him.

"What about your tail? And.. your horns? Those only appeared after you.. erm... after you arrived in Hell, right?" You moved on to the lower wing that was closest to you. There were some loose feathers that were sticking in all sorts of direction, so you carefully wiggled those out and continued to comb through the large span of feathers, running your nails along the very top with slight pressure. "Hng.. right, yeah. Those are newer." Was the only response he managed to get out.

"The horns.. did it hurt?" You were almost scared to ask, the idea of horns sprouting through your head and breaking your skin on multiple occasions made you shiver.

You continued to groom his wings as he responded. "T-The first time, yeah. But now, not so much. Or maybe i'm just.. I'm just used to it.. Mmh!" He winced mid sentence, his wings curling in with a jolt. You felt his tail rope itself around your wrist and hold it in place. "Oookay! That was n-nice.. thank you, but- yeahh.. Ahha.. that's enough of that." He chuckled nervously, and you looked over at him after not doing so for awhile. His face was flushed red and his chest was heaving. You couldnt tell if he was hurting or.. "Oh! Sorry! I didn't mean to.. Sorry..." you weren't exactly sure what you were apolgizing for, but considering the possiblities made you turn red.

"Nono, it's fine. It was nice, I promise." He managed to compose himself, but left his tail around your arm loosly. "But, uh, yeah! Yup! Horns are new, Tails' new. The fire's definitely an interesting choice, can't get rid of that even if i tried. And trust me, I tried." He went on, leaning back on the railing and letting his wings tuck in, but still left them in view. You let your head fall to your shoulder, cocking your eyebrow. "Get rid of it? Why? Doesn't it go away on its own?"

"After awhile yeah. But here I am, in a situation where I definitely don't need to use any of this shit - I-I don't know what it's for other than intimidation, but I still can't get it to go away on command. After all this time.. The vodka probably doesn't help either." He huffed, clearly frustrated at his physical appearance. You had taken to fiddling with the tip of his tail as he spoke. You did it much more softly, and it didn't seem as sensitive, so he didn't comment on it. But he still had a red hue across his cheeks and his tail twitched every now and then at certain touches.

You let out a quiet giggle, "It was Whiskey, but yeah i'm sure that didn't help either." You clarified in a teasing sense, then fell comfortably into a silence for a moment. You could just barely hear cars honking, gunshots and music when neither of you spoke.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it definitely does the job. You left Alastor shaking in his boots back there." You said with a smile, turning your head to meet his eyes. They were still mostly red, but you could see them softening just at the sight of you.

"Good! He deserves it. Sweetheart, if that prick ever does anything - "

"Don't worry, he won't. You know he only picks on me to get under your skin." You walked your fingers up his arm before seeing his fist clench at the sensation.

"I-I suppose.. I- Uhm... What are you doing..?" He started to sound nervous, but didnt pull away from you. You stopped what you were doing, realizing one hand was sitting on his thigh and the other was making its way up his arm. You yelped and pulled your hands back, placing them on your cheeks just to gauge the heat immiting from your skin.

"I-I don't know! Sorry! M-maybe i'm still drunk..! Yeah, that has to be it.." you stammered, a blushing mess. The sound of his soft chuckle was quick to ease your nerves." Maybe.. it's curiousity... Do you- not to sound weird, say no if i'm wrong - but.. you can- ahh.. touch my horns, too.. if you want - " He wasn't trying to be crude, you could tell he really just wanted to calm you down. Or maybe he just wanted to be touched. You nod your head slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He shifts his positioning to face you, and leans his head down a bit. Taking each of your hands into his own, which were a bit shaky , he pulls them up to meet his intimidatingly tall horns. You basically shut your eyes in anticipation, only opening them back up when you get a good feel. They were smooth, like the surface of a violin, but they felt heavy. You wondered if they felt heavy to him. You carefully menuvered your hands around the fire that was nearly the size of a matches flame at this point, sliding up to the tips. They were ridiculously sharp. It made you more anxious than anything else, they couldve pricked your finger if you werent being careful enough.

"Remind me to remind you how sharp these are. You'll poke someones eye out if you're not careful. Unless that's what you're aiming for, then go for it." You tried speaking to him as you did this to break the intimate silence of the moment.

He let out a nervous laugh. From his view, he could see most of your stomach, more visible than before due to your reach. You actually felt a particularly heavy breath reach your middrift, making you tense up for a moment. Still, lucifer was careful to keep still after the comment on his sharp horns.

You made your way down to where they met his temples, hesitating for a moment before feeling the skin that was stretched over the bone-like features. It felt like scarred flesh. Your felt your heart drop in your chest at the sensation. When he said it hurt the first time.. the horns must've physically ripped through his skin. Without thinking, your hands trailed down to cup his cheeks, making him lift up his head with a questionable expression." So? Did you get your fill?" He asked, a stupid smirk dancing across his face. You scoffed, taking the moment to look into his red eyes. They almost hid the tiredness of his usual colors.

You noticed his eyelids begin to droop and before you knew it, your lips had brushed together in a tender kiss. You pulled him in closer, your hands still planted on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up to sit on the railings beside him, never breaking contact during the process. He was careful with you, even as you parted your lips to invite a heavier kiss, he held his shut. You pulled away for a moment, moving your hand to his lower lip and just lightly brushing your thumb across it. His breath became heavy at the delicate touch, his grip around your waist falling onto your hips. You left your thumb on his lip and took the opportunity to slide your tongue slowly into his mouth. He yelped, his eyes suddenly shot open at the boldness of your actions. His suddenly limp hands, almost clawing at your hips. His forked tongue eventually made his way into your mouth, still with caution. You felt the fork in his tongue and smiled into his lips, enjoying this new discovery a little too much. He melted into your touch and followed your movements, barely having the strength to keep his head up on his own. You reveled in the moment, before feeling a sharp prick on the tip of your tongue. You pulled away, giving you both a much needed break to breathe.

You run your tongue across the top of your mouth, the smallest taste of blood hitting you."Oh! Fangs!" You quickly exclaimed, the realization hitting you before you could form a real sentence. He stared at you almost dumbfounded, not sure how to respond.

Once you had both composed yourself enough, you noticed that all of his demonics features had retreated, leaving just his wings sprawled out. He let out a satsified hum as you looked into regularly colored yellow and red eyes. You ran your hair through his hair, that had become messy from the horns, and pulled him into another kiss. Lingering for just a moment, you pulled back and smiled, letting your eyes dart across all he features." You're beautiful, Lucifer~" you hummed, your thumb caressing his cheek. You almost couldn't tell, but he did his best to keep any tears from welling in his eyes.

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I wanna work on my multi-part series after all my exams as a heads to you lovely lil people

[starsainzjr]

Ink on Tanned Skin

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x tattoo artist!reader Faceclaim: Mitra Yosri

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inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn All set up in the new studio @/highsocietytattoomelbourne! Come by and visit me!

Books are now open for February and March. Email me: inkbyyn@gmail.com to get a spot! Can't wait to meet everyone!

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thenewclassic RUNNING

inkby.yn RUN FASTER

thehughjackman Finally! Been looking forward to this for longer than I am willing to admit.

inkby.yn You're gonna have to wolverine a few people if you don't hurry

chrishemsworth I'll bring you those Lamingtons you love if you get me in before Hugh

inkby.yn @/thehughjackman Now it's a competition

inkedmag 👀 New spotlight coming soon

inkedmag Melbourne, Australia

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inkedmag First spotlight of February 2024 goes to Yn Yln, @/inkby.yn at @/highsocietytattoomelbourne! Yn is a Melbourne based artist specializing in Blackwork, Florals, and Geometric.

Full spotlight article and interview dropping Wednesday 2/7 at 12 AEST on inkedmag.com and Inked Magazine's YouTube Chanel!

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hanzloch_tattoo Got a blank space... looks like I'm booking a flight!

thenewclassic That's my girl!!!!

highsocietytattoomelbourne Come see her in action! Yn's books are open for February and March now!

inkby.yn Such an honor! Thank you, @/inkedmag for this opportunity!

inkedmag Thank you for inviting us into your space!

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn Just a little one to get started in the new space. Thank you to everyone who has booked with me so far!

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inkie How does she manage to take the simplest designs and make them look so stunning 😭

tattooproblems I would well my left kidney to get a tattoo from her

chrishemsworth Counting down the days

inkby.yn I'm expecting those Lamingtons, Hemsworth. Don't disappoint me chrishemsworth This reads like a threat thehughjackman It is

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn All I wanted was a picture of the tattoo and he insisted on posing. What a poser this one

Thank you @/chrishemsworth for my Lamingtons and for coming to visit me! Still have a few spots open for March! Email me: inkbyyn@gmail.com to book!

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chrishemsworth Thank you for doing this one for me!

inkby.yn Keep bribing me and I'll do all your tattoos

inkie Yn + Chris Hemsworth = I'm dead

tattooproblems So real bestie

thehughjackman My turn next!

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn When your client gives you free reign >>>

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hanzloch_tattoo The best feeling ever

inkedmag Angelic 😇

inkie I would let her tattoo literally anything she wanted on me

danielricciardo Melbourne, Australia

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danielricciardo Nice way to start the weekend! Thank you to @/inkby.yn for adding to my collection! Now we're ready to start the weekend 👊

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inkby.yn Thank you for coming to visit! Come back soon!

danielricciardo Hope you enjoy the rest of the weekend!

lewishamilton Danny I'm blaming you for the fact that I now have the ink bug

danielricciardo Lucky for you I know a fantastic artist inkby.yn You flatter me, Ricciardo

dannyricsthightat This is not a drill, we have a new Danny Ric tat

holatodos I'm Not Okay

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn Got out of the shop for a field trip this weekend. Thank you @/danielricciardo and @/redbullracing for an incredible experience!

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danielricciardo Thank you for coming!

inkby.yn No better teacher than you were!

redbullracing Just a little longer and we would have had Christian convinced to pay you a visit in the shop

inkby.yn Shucks, guess I'll just have to come again danielricciardo Now that I can get behind maxverstappen1 Yn I have a jet you can come every weekend if you want if it means Christian gets a tattoo danielricciardo I got Zak to get one, I can get Christian to get one

dannyricsthightat This is a matchup I have been waiting my entire life for

danielricciardo Suzuka, Japan

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danielricciardo Taking in the sights and sounds before the weekend gets going

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landonorris Who's that guy in the picture with you he's pretty handsome

danielricciardo Meh landonorris 🤯

redbullracing You didn't bring us back any sushi? 😥

danielricciardo My most sincere apologies I shall find some way to make it up to you

dannyricsthightat How is it possible for a man to be so cute and so hot at the same time

landonorris Ikr, I look good danielricciardo In your DREAMS dannyricsthightat Did I just start a grid fight

inkby.yn Tokyo, Japan

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inkby.yn So grateful to have expanded my horizons this weekend! Off to explore

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hanzloch_tattoo We gotta take a field trip together at some point

inkby.yn The sheer power we would posses hanzloch_tattoo Unstoppable

inkedmag We love it when our artists expand their horizons! Never stop!

tattooproblems The way that she can literally do anything and it comes out perfect EVERY TIME

danielricciardo Shanghai, China

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danielricciardo Yet another great weekend! Huge congrats to Max and Checo for that finish

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maxverstappen1 Result purely possible because of our number one cheerleaders

danielricciardo Cheerleaders plural? Are you cheating on me Verstappen?? maxverstappen1 I said what I said

redbullracing Danny, do I need to be concerned for my job? Are you going to become the official team photographer?

danielricciardo Not if you convince Christian to keep up the catering

dannyricsthightat This man has been looking unfairly good recently

holatodos My spidey senses are tingling...

inkby.yn Shanghai, China

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inkby.yn That's the end of my art tour! Shanghai has been wonderful, one of my favorite places now. This dragon will be a part of my flash day when I get back on May 1st. Email me: inkbyyn@gmail.com to claim your spot and this dragon! Would love to do it one someone's spine!

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hanzloch_tattoo If you weren't in Australia...

inkby.yn As if you have more room anyway hanzloch_tattoo Ssshhhhhh

chrishemsworth You were in Shanghai and you didn't tell me????

inkby.yn You forgot the Lamingtons last time you stopped by that's just rude, Hemsworth. This is payback

inkie Hey Siri, how much are flights to Melbourne...

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn Trying out a different medium for the night 👩‍🎨

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hanzloch_tattoo A braver woman than I

inkby.yn You could have just stopped that at 'braver' and it would have meant the same thing danielricciardo She got ya on that one

chrishemsworth I'm stealing this idea

inkby.yn It's all yours, Dad holatodos Danny Ric gotta be shaking in his boots at dating Chris Hemsworth's pseudo daughter

dannyricsthightat I cannot believe that Twitter thread was right...

holatodos Who was right... I was right.

danielricciardo Melbourne, Australia

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danielricciardo Much needed weekend off

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landonorris How come you've never made heart shaped pizzas with me...

danielricciardo Get better inkby.yn He got ya on that one

maxverstappen1 Daniel do you have something to tell me

danielricciardo There's good wine in Australia

dannyricsthightat Heart shaped pizzas... he really is the perfect man isn't he

holatodos I. Called. It.

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn A nice and easy one to finish up June. Taking a weekend off, then I'll be back to the grind! Can't wait for everyone to come into the shop!

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danielricciardo I hear a pretty cool guy said that once

inkby.yn Almost like I have the best inspiration

hanzloch_tattoo THAT LINE WORK ARE YOU KIDDING

holatodos SHE TATTOOED. ONE OF. HIS QUOTES. Okay we're ready for the hard launch now

danielricciardo Monaco

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danielricciardo Managed to pull this beautiful girl away from the shop for the weekend. Been an amazing few days with you, my love!

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inkby.yn Thank you for the wonderful weekend, darling!

danielricciardo Thank you for making it wonderful

landonorris Can Yn come to all the races she's more fun than you are

danielricciardo OUCH inkby.yn Lando knows what's up

maxverstappen1 Definitely my favorite garage guest of the season

dannyricsthightat I'm dying where can I find a love story like theirs

holatodos Aaaaand thank you, everyone, for coming to my TED Talk

inkby.yn Melbourne, Australia

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inkby.yn This is what I get for trying to get some designs done in the garage

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danielricciardo Don't mind me just admiring the most beautiful work of art in the world

inkby.yn 🥰

chrishemsworth Family dinner is on Friday, don't be late. And I already know the schedule, there's no excuse

danielricciardo Yes, Mr. Thor 🫡 inkby.yn Daaaaaad

landonorris I have literally never seen him look at anyone like this. Not even me

danielricciardo LandoooOOOOOO inkby.yn Stop it that's adorable I can't do this

holatodos I'm retired. I'm retiring. I'm retired.

dannyricsthightat Bow down to the queen everyone

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[teecupangel]

Hii teecup!! Hope you're doing well!!

May I ask some a/b/o AltDes stuff please (alpha! Altaïr and Omega!Desmond) because there's not much of it out there :'D

Now I'm sure Altaïr would more open minded and much less of an asshole to omegas then most of the people back in his days..... HOWEVER, please hear me out, what if he wasn't

He could be low-key about it, unlike most alphas who are very vocal and open about their 'opinions' on Omegas and such. He's very aloof when it comes to omegas in general, not having strong feelings on anything (very Altaïr behaviour honestly). That is until he meets Desmond.

Now instead of time travel, this time Desmond was born in Altaïr's time. This means Desmond would be raised as a traditional and submissive omega, but he still fought back. He could be born in Alamut (because Eagle of Alamut XD) as the son of the mentor (who is not Diya al-Dīn because he would never) who trained and became an assassin... sort of because idiot bigots.

Desmond is the best assassin in his entire brotherhood, BUT he's not officially an assassin. His father/mentor isn't as strict like most and let him get away with his antics, usually.

That is until Desmond was 'of age' and that's when it starts getting bad for our boy. His dad became more controlling and won't let him sneak off to do missions or fight anymore. He was to be married to whoever the assassins could use as allies. Basically just a bargaining chip. Desmond would fight back harder then ever, even with one of the best assassins guarding him and monitoring his move all the time, he would still be able to sneak off to continue doing missions to make them see just how capable he was.

He could runaway, he probably should runaway, but deep down all he wanted was for his father to love him again. To look at him with pride and treat him like a son again. (Altaïr would use this fact as an advantage later on)

But then it all comes crashing down when he finally gets betrothed. (Idk who he should be betrothed to LMAO it could be whoever. Someone very powerful that the assassins could use)

And all was going to shit for Desmond but it all went to super shit when Altaïr showed up. Because oh boy, Altaïr was a Strom of his own.

Now I honestly don't know how he and Altaïr meets, but it definitely left an impression on Altaïr because he was smitten from the first time they made eye contact. Man was obsessed from here on out kajsksjssoakakak.

And uhh yeah that's all I've got, plot wise

Some notes.

- Desmond pulling all the alpha assholes like catnip.

- Altaïr, manipulating Desmond as a sign of affection

- Malik suffers because we love him <33

Honestly teecup, I just wanted a toxic a/b/o au but it grew plotty legs and ran out of my grasps, my apologies.

And that's all for now!

Sorry in advance if my English is very trying, I'm typing on my phone and it's not the best experience.

PS please make it as toxic and horny as Tumblr allows you to, and I would give you my kidneys.

PPS if you think you know who I am by how I write..... No you don't/lh

As horny and as toxic as Tumblr would allow it? I don’t even know the limit of Tumblr’s tolerance hahahaha

So for this one, if you want Desmond to be born in Alamut as a son of the mentor but not Diya al-Dīn, we can make him the son of an older brother of Diya al-Dīn instead. Born more as a way for the older brother, who was passed over because Diya al-Dīn was more worthy of the title, to try and get power with his son being the next in line for the imam since Diya al-Dīn was still childless at that point.

Diya al-Dīn would be the kind uncle who tried to do right by his nephew but can’t truly intervene because his brother was controlling and had a firm grasp on Desmond’s every day life. It was going well, all things considered.

Desmond wasn’t a genius nor was he inherently talented but he was a hard worker and he always went beyond what was required of him.

His father rewards his hard work by giving him a bit of leeway, all the while making him drink medicinal tea that was meant to change him into an alpha.

It didn’t do anything but hide his scent… which had been easy to do in the first place because those not yet of age only had a hint of scent to show their ‘status’.

Diya al-Dīn tried to be accepting of Desmond’s wish to be an Assassin even if omegas aren’t exactly… well… only omegas that could control their ‘base instinct’ could become Assassins which was hard for an omega without the help of some kind of medicine that would leave them in pain or groggy.

Desmond, unfortunately, is one of the omegas that cannot be medicated. Even if he drank more than he should, that only leaves him in unbearable pain.

That’s why his father pivoted from Desmond becoming the next imam to having some talks with certain powerful rulers. Finding Desmond an alpha that would take him as their official wife or one of his concubine.

His father was less picky of Desmond’s standing and more interested in creating a political bond with a powerful ally (whether he plans to use this to usurp Diya al-Dīn or he simply wants more power outside of the Brotherhood is up for grabs)

And he finally finds one but Desmond would enter into that household as a concubine. His marriage proposition wasn’t a good one all things considered, the alpha was a powerful one but it was well known that his official wife and the older concubines were dangerous. Newer concubines either die from poisoning or accidents or childbirth and, more often than not, their children would not survive more than five summers.

So Desmond escapes. Maybe, just maybe, Diya al-Dīn had a hand in the patrol routes that night and it left certain large windows of opportunity for Desmond to use.

Alamut, of course, will look for him. That’s why Desmond would try to hide from them.

That’s how he meets Altaïr.

He was desperate and his heat was upon him. Altaïr’s scent was overpowering and he could feel it within him that this was an alpha that would fight tooth and nail to keep his omega safe.

He wasn’t a romantic.

He had already accepted the very idea that his alpha would not love him.

He doesn’t need it.

Love did not bring his omega parent any happiness, no matter how overflowing their love for Desmond’s alpha father had been.

What he needed was an alpha who would take care of him and any child he would bear.

So he used his scent to weaken the alpha’s defenses.

It was Desmond who made it impossible for Altaïr to resist.

And so Altaïr claimed him.

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Unorganized Notes:

Desmond escaped a few weeks after Altaïr killed Rashid but before AC Bloodlines. (So late Sept, early Oct)

He was on his way to Alamut to talk to Diya al-Dīn about being the new mentor (he doesn’t want to be the next mentor) and they actually spent Desmond’s heat in a random abandoned home

Alamut Assassins found them afterwards and, by that point, Desmond was sooo thoroughly claimed that there was no way to say that Altaïr wasn’t his alpha.

This also changed Altaïr’s desire to not be the mentor because the easiest way to keep Desmond by his side is to be the mentor of Masyaf with his marriage to Desmond being a way to ‘mend’ the broken relationship between Alamut and Masyaf.

Desmond’s father was not pleased but fuck him, by law, Desmond was now the property of his mate and Altaïr has no qualms killing the asshole if he doesn’t stop yapping about how he raised Desmond and should have the final say on everything.

He returns to Masyaf and… sorta kicked all the Flowers of Paradise. To be more exact, they were transferred to another part of the fortress while the entirety of Paradise became Desmond’s new home. (Desmond and his most definitely growing child)

That is the second headache Malik got.

The first one was the fact that Altaïr returned with Alamut’s blessing as the mentor (which Altaïr had stressed he would never take) and an omega mate (which he had always said would never happen)

Desmond is free to go anywhere in Masyaf but he will always have guards on him because security reason.

Desmond believes Altaïr’s affection stemmed from the fact that he did more or less coerced Altaïr to biting him during the throes of heat-induced passion so he wants a child to further keep Altaïr ‘happy’ and satisfied (not knowing that the mentor title isn’t passed down from father to son in Masyaf, he honestly believe Altaïr is Rashid’s adopted son)

Altaïr was never fully enthralled during Desmond’s heat. He has been trained to have high tolerance as part of Rashid’s plan to make him the ultimate ‘attack dog’. He marked Desmond fully knowing Desmond was desperate and was trying to ‘seduce’ him.

Honestly, Altaïr just wanted Desmond because his scent had been the sweetest ambrosia he had ever smelled and he believed that meant they were meant to be.

And he will not let anyone get between them, no matter who they may be.

[earlgreylatte]

Will you be my Valentine?

Maybe you should call her Cupid.

“Did you get the most Valentines today, Miss Bertinelli?” You batt your eyelashes at her mockingly, narrowly dodging a swipe from her.

“You’re so funny, I’m nearly in tears,” Helena responds dryly, settled comfortably on the lone rooftop you two chose for your stakeout.

You had invited Huntress to keep an eye on a warehouse that was a suspected meeting spot for the mafia’s smuggling of arms. You knew she would say yes once the word ‘mafia’ left your lips.

“I’m in tears imagining all the students that thought they had a chance with their teacher. I mean, I get it, you’re hot, but come on,” you laugh, grunting when she lands a jab against your ribs.

“I don’t see anyone, and at the rate this night is going, this looks like it’s going to be a waste of time,” your companion scowls at you.

“You’re in a bad mood. I thought you’d be used to dealing with dumbass high schoolers by now,” you observe her, watching how a flickering street light would momentarily reveal her focused expression as black hair swayed in the light wind. “Or are you disappointed you don’t have a hot date tonight?”

“Don’t make me take out my crossbow,” she threatens lightly, her gaze still not on you.

“Touchy, but you have the right idea,” you say, rising to your feet, stretching your arms above you. “If no one’s coming, we might as well investigate more thoroughly.”

“Heh, just like that?”

“Just like that. I’m not as paranoid as the Bat,” you joke.

“No, you’re still only halfway there.” She smirks, finally looking at you.

“One of us needs to be careful, but tonight, I’ll give you the honours of nearly getting us killed,” you smile back at her before jumping down with the help of your grappling hook, hearing her follow shortly after you.

“And through the front door? Guess they’ll never expect that,” she muses.

“If there really is anyone bunked up inside.”

“I really want them to be,” she says mischievously before kicking the door open, crossbow aimed before her arm falters as her mouth drops open in surprise.

You stay back as she enters the decorated warehouse, purple and pink streamers dangled from the ceiling. Bouquets of purple, pink, and red flowers were placed neatly along the floor leading Helena to a table.

A larger bouquet made up of aster, pink camellias, and red carnations rested in a crystal vase, a teddy bear suited up in purple and holding an equally plush crossbow was propped up against it. At the centre of the table laid a heart shaped cake decorated with purple, ribbon like icing.

“Happy birthday, Helena,” you speak up, quiet because of the embarrassment tickling your chest.

“How did you—“

“Babs mentioned it a while ago, and uh,” you rub at your neck, “Seeing how it lines up with…today, I figured this was more fitting than a night out or birthday party. So, Happy Valentine’s Day, too.”

She stares at you in silence for a moment, causing you to resist the urge to fidget.

She finally smiles, and it feels like she just shot an arrow at your kidney.

“Who knew you could be so sweet?” She’s happy. Her earlier irritation long forgotten and it’s been a while since you’ve seen her look so light.

You exhale, “Only for today.”

She crosses the warehouse to pull you closer, resting a hand against your shoulder. “Then I better make the most of it.”

Seeing her eyes twinkle beneath her mask, you know you’re in deep, hopelessly, and you’re only going to fall further.

When her lips brush against yours, the scent of both of your perfumes becoming entwined, you’re more than prepared to feel this weightless for the rest of your life.

Happy Birthday to DCs best anti hero, I will literally spit on the new 52 for giving her character to Jason, like she’s literally described to be ‘seeking validation and liberation from Batman’😭

No hate to Jason, but it’s fun when he’s just a menace drug lord

Masterlist

[boxerbeans]

TW: pet death

Hey guys. I know I don’t post very often. I don’t even know how to start this other than that Joe died unexpectedly this morning and it’s devastating.

My sister took him to the ER last night because he had a seizure then was acting lethargic/in pain/had pale gums. They had just thought it was a sprain but the vet did bloodwork and his RBCs were critically low. The vet told them it was either cancer or that he ingested something toxic, and knowing that Joe has pancreatitis and my sister and BIL watch his access to food like a hawk I had a feeling it was the former. They took him 2 internal med specialists before the vet said it was likely a tumor on his spleen that ruptured and my sister/BIL opted to not do a splenectomy. My sister was calling me the entire time and asking for advice and it just…sucked? To know what the answer likely would be but to know that they would want to truly know the cause (as would I, even knowing what the likely outcome would be regardless). Especially because my sister is 6 months along with their first and they were super excited to introduce Joe to the baby since he adores kids. And now he’s gone.

She’s been MIA for most of the day aside from announcing it to the family but I know she’s processing it - she sent a picture to us of shortly before/after he passed. I’m also in this weird spot where I’m grieving him too, I lived with him until he was like four and then I practically lived at my sister’s apartment with him for another year or two, plus of course I see him constantly because my sister is my best friend and he’s Taylor’s dad. I love him. I was his third favorite person, behind my sister and BIL of course. I literally just saw him on Saturday when we had a family day painting the nursery and he was acting completely normal including playing with Taylor and begging for human food. But also I’m the one having to explain to everyone about what exactly happened medically and helping them process that there was nothing to be done. The only one I’ve been able to grieve to is Ian which is…not fun. I’ve been barely holding it together at work.

I’m just so so worried about my sister. She’d have a hard time with this normally, much less with her being so excited for her baby boys to meet. And I want to make her feel better but it seems like she just wants space. I’m going to give them a few days then see if I can drop off eggs this weekend and go see them. I also know the next time she sees Taylor isn’t gonna be easy cause now she’s all that Liz has left of her two favorite dogs. We had even just been discussing how Joe was her heart dog.

And I’m also worried about Taylor. She’s officially the same age as her mom was when Sandy passed from kidney disease and she has about a year and a half to be Joe’s age. Luckily she hasn’t had any seizures, which both Joe and Sandy started having by this age. All her bloodwork values are good aside from a consistently elevated ALP that our normal vet thinks is just “her normal.” This has definitely cemented my desire to get Taylor’s liver checked by ultrasound before accepting that though. I really hope we don’t find anything and that the specialist isn’t worried. Even if we do find something “early” or if we do annual ultrasounds, if it’s the same cancer as Joe’s then it’s just a ticking time bomb that we can’t really do anything about. But of course she’s still a little hellion that doesn’t act like any nine-year-old dog I know.

At least Joe got to see everyone (minus Chief and Bandit) this last weekend. And he got to see Chief and Bandit the weekend before on Memorial Day. I just wish we’d known.

I’m not ready yet, I just want at least 3 more years with her.

[newhologram]

Okay, baby’s first surgery. Had to be at the hospital at 5:30am. They did more pre-op labs and EKG just to be extra safe. Both arms’ veins aren’t in great shape so they didn’t even try the IV there. They couldn’t get my left hand but were able to get my right (ow!). Blood rushed out all over my hand, oops. Techs kept asking if I had kids, presumably because I was about to get sterilized. Every time I told them I have 4 cats, they laughed. They all took good care of me and my main nurse remembered me from my 3 day flare-up stay last year. The anesthesiologist asked about the fibromyalgia. He understood that it makes surgery a lot more painful (plus slower healing and can cause a flare) so he made sure to have the right drugs ready for me. He even asked if I have a pain doctor so I explained the whole ordeal I went through getting and losing mine, how I can’t get one that’ll give me the right meds. He shook his head and expressed frustration at how hard it is for patients to get adequate pain management. 100%, dude. Then I finally got to meet the surgeon. Been going to his OBGYN office for a few years but never got to interact with him. We went over the procedure and he warned me that there’s a chance the endometriosis might make it hard for him to even access my uterine tubes. I let him know about my past MRI findings (lesion on bladder, multiple on colon, kidneys backed up, enlarged pelvic lymph nodes, fatty liver) so he kept that in mind. When I woke up, it was instant shaking and crying. The pain was so bad it had my teeth chattering, the same kind of terrible cramping I get from the endo. Someone goofed and had already taken out my IV before I woke up so they had to put it back into my sore hand to give me a dose of hydromorphone. One wasn’t enough though, I couldn’t settle down, so they gave me another. Thankfully the pain’s been manageable since I got home, I’m mostly sore and tender at the incisions. So tiny! Other than that, my throat and mouth are raw from the breathing tube and I'm definitely feeling the gas pain referring to my shoulders. I was hoping to talk to the surgeon after to hear how it went but he was already gone💀Bruh. No info about whether there were any cysts or lesions. I have to wait 2 weeks for a follow up. I know we have to wait for pathology anyway but I wanted to hear what he saw in there. Hope I get to see pics at the follow up at least. :\ I was also sent home without antibiotics or painkillers, which I think must be a mistake? I was told at my consult a year ago I’d be given stuff. So gotta call them again tomorrow. Luckily I still have some bentyl so I took that as soon as I got home. They cleared me for cannabis and whatever else I need right away. Going to see about getting another vitamin IV infusion soon. My friend is going to stay with me during the day to help me out this first week but I’m still taking extended time off to focus on rest and healing. So far my body isn’t freaking out as bad as I thought it would but we’ll see. Relieved to officially be permanently sterilized. ❌🤰 Thanks for all the messages! I’ll keep everyone updated when I learn more.

[deadbuys]

Not only have I made In-ho accidentally autistic, I have also made him accidentally aromantic. Augh. Also mentioning a couple people and some ships/interests in ships here: Inu, Hal and Winnie, love u three. 

For In-ho, love is distant. 

This is most evident in In-ho’s behavior with Jun-ho and Mal-soon, with refusing to incriminate them by staying away. This happened, arguably, with Hyun-sun when he left her to go participate in the Games. He did it for love, but he also did it without her, leaving her to die by herself. Jun-ho and In-ho’s age gap is nineteen years, which means that In-ho probably watched Jun-ho as a toddler. He’ll always be that little boy to In-ho, that baby he held. 

Love, for In-ho, is about sacrifice. Giving Jun-ho one of his kidneys. Spending his career searching after unsolved cases. Letting Gi-hun come back. (an act of love, to him?) Saving Jun-ho. Trying to fight to pay the bills for Hyun-sun. One after another, sacrifice after sacrifice. And for what? What does In-ho have to show for it, really? A brother who wants to end his career and imprison In-ho, Gi-hun wants to kill him, Hyun-sun is dead, and he can never go back to his old life.

Love must have rules for both parties; if the rules are not followed, In-ho will not participate.

I have been discussing this pretty heavily with @salessji for their recruiter (Gah-mi) and In-ho. To set the scene here, Gah-mi is extremely obsessed and infatuated with In-ho, to the point of making it Gah-mi’s point of life to please In-ho. I think this actually disgusts In-ho because there are no rules. 

Dependency is inherently illogical. The belief that there is only one person for you and that there can only be one person for you to rely on, depend on, and be with is completely illogical. In-ho doesn’t understand the rules of Gah-mi’s feelings and so does not participate in their game; Gah-mi does his job well, but seeks too much approval, which In-ho does not give beyond being professional and cold. 

In-ho is aware of this dependency but cannot make sense of it. There are rules to wants, to In-ho, and the number one rule is that you make sacrifices. The other, invisible and contradictory rule, is that it must never come at the harm of yourself. In-ho will sacrifice for Jun-ho, but will not sacrifice his entire life for Jun-ho. It would be easy to give Gah-mi a little bit of affection, but then it snowballs. In-ho cannot afford to spend his entire life with Gah-mi as intimately as Gah-mi wants, and so cannot give him anything.

And this sort of affection-seeking is too much for In-ho. There’s not a rubric for how much affection Gah-mi needs, and if In-ho opens the door, Gah-mi will ask for too much. Love is distant and Gah-mi is close, and In-ho is very uncomfortable with the idea.

This goes in contrast to @pavlovianpanic and I’s one-sided ship with In-ho and Sean (with In-ho being the one wanting), but it is on In-ho’s terms. In-ho is professional and distant, but willing to sacrifice his time and energy to make sure that Nathan Prescott’s crimes are never discovered. His morals bend, absolutely, but he’s not sacrificing any closeness. And Sean doesn’t want closeness, so he never has to examine why he’s so afraid of it.

In-ho doesn’t date, he obsesses.

This is pure mind palace thoughts alone since Winnie and I haven’t had the chance to write much, but for an example, @amhaengeosa’s Gi-hun is someone that In-ho does obsess over. I mention these two important studies in my dossier for them, which is: “obsession coloring all actions,” and “forced observer.” I’m going to break this down before I continue.

Obsession coloring all actions.

I think that In-ho does obsess. It is the natural inclination, or at least an inclination we’ve seen after meeting our two winners, that happens after beating the Games. Gi-hun spent three years obsessing over going back; if not the exact same, then similarly, In-ho obsessed until he went back after he won. With nothing to return to, you’d want to return to familiar misery. (I can’t find the name—but it’s a thing for depressed individuals!! The want to not get better because you’ve been depressed for so long)

Since In-ho has been encouraged to be obsessed these last eight years—keeping tabs on winners and leavers, on guards, on VIPs, on the games and the enjoyment of the VIPs, never leaving the same cycle—it’s not surprising that In-ho would be easily obsessive over other people. It makes sense. In-ho has to be obsessive for everything else, it’s probably not even like flipping a switch. Just a constant slurry of information with no break, all day, every day, for eight years.

Because even if the games aren’t running, they’re finding people, finding sponsors, testing games, watching the others and making sure they aren’t telling anyone, and if they are, they aren’t getting close to the island.

In-ho’s survival relies on him being obsessive.

Forced observer.

This one seems self-evident to me, but I’ll explain it the best I can anyway. In-ho has his little pervert room where he watches Red Light Green Light and listens to Frank Sinatra, but also is completely removed from his whole life. His career and family might as well be gone if not dead, and he might as well be dead to them in turn.

In-ho is not typically allowed to play in the Games. He is allowed that 001 tag, of course, but it’s probably not something he does often. He most likely heavily considered the part he was going to play before he played, and it was likely Gi-hun who took him over the edge to participate in the Games at all.

This only worsens In-ho’s discomfort of being a person with other people and his fear of intimacy. As an observer, In-ho sacrifices nothing about any unsavory obsessions he may have. As an obsessor, this is the safest place to obsess. It’s lonely and isolating and terrible and puts him at this weird blurred line of authority and commoner, where is completely uninvolved but also totally the fault of everything. 

It’s perfect for him.

Back to obsessing, not dating.

In-ho doesn’t “date” because that implies a level of intimacy in his involvement, which he doesn’t like. Intimacy implies being any level of dependence, which also implies that he must be some level of dependent, intimate, or close with another person, and In-ho doesn’t like that.

Rules get messy when you’re close, and you want to make exceptions. In-ho doesn’t do exceptions. He makes and abides by rules and conditions. He doesn’t like there being the idea that someone could just not do what the rule says, even if he likes them. I think this is showcased best with Gi-hun, where the exception becomes very close to the surface.

Why kill Jung-bae and not Gi-hun, the revolutionary? He killed Jung-bae to subdue Gi-hun, which is the closest “you are the exception” I have ever seen In-ho display. Had it been any other revolutionary, and the others still caught despite them surrendering, did die. Everyone but those who went back to the bunker and Gi-hun died, and that’s the only exception we’ve seen to In-ho’s rules.

And why, though? I don’t know. It could be any number of reasons. In-ho could want Gi-hun to experience grief in the same vastness and terribleness as the other participants to put him back on the same “playing field,” or maybe his obsessions do cloud his vision and he wants to keep Gi-hun alive to see his reactions and pushed to the edge again, like with Sang-woo.

But In-ho doesn’t want to date Gi-hun. Maybe the mask does, when In-ho imagines himself as Young-il or 2015 In-ho, they could’ve been together. But 2024 In-ho simply does not operate on terms of intimacy.

TLDR: In-ho defines love as something distant and calculating to spare the least amount of feelings from being experienced while also giving out the most amount of safety he can provide. To In-ho, love is cold, something you don’t feel. 

In-ho is extremely obsessive while also being a forced observer, and these two elements feed on each other nonstop and have been for eight years.

In-ho is disgusted by dependency and intimacy because it relies on the rule of exceptions, which disgusts In-ho. In the same breath, he is not exempt from providing exceptions, which makes him a hypocrite.

[limjaeseven]

Coca-Cola

Pairing: Jihoon x Mingyu

Genre: Fluff, mentions of Angst

Rating: General

Warnings: Mention of alcoholism

Word Count: 728

Summary: Mingyu crushing over the hot coke (coca-cola) addict at his bar.

[a/n]: Another tipsy drabbles lets go!

“Who comes to a bar to drink that much coke?”

Mingyu had seen all sorts of customers over the years, from melancholic drunks to drinks-after-work types, one drink to one more drink and then one more. He had never expected to see the human incarnation of a fire ball to turn up at his bar and drink coke with the passion of a raging alcoholic, though.

“Don’t know, chief, but that doesn’t seem like a good choice for his teeth or his kidneys,” Wonwoo said as he worked on refilling the customer’s drink.

“I mean we aren’t good for anyone’s liver. At least it’s better than alcohol?” Mingyu’s eyes landed on the customer every now and then. Despite his short stature, he guessed not an inch over five foot six, the man commanded quite the presence.

No one dared to sit by him, seeing his face and just finding someplace else. It was a quiet bar, meant more for professional gatherings and semi-formal dates, not usually greeted by angry solo drinkers, which is what made the man stand out so much.

That or how attractive the man was.

Mingyu didn’t like to use him owning a bar as an opportunity to eye good looking people but he couldn’t always help himself. The man at his bar was undeniably handsome, probably one of his best till date. With his short cropped hair, smudged eye shadow and bright red leather jacket, he looked a lot like a pop star.

It went on for hours, and Mingyu found himself more and more concerned. The man kept sitting there, his head bent low, asking for one coke zero after the next. They would soon start running low on their stock at the rate the man was going. Fortunately they were nearing closing time and the bar had mostly cleared out.

“Sir?” Mingyu asked carefully.

“Another one, please,” the man said, not even looking up.

“I think that’s enough, sir.”

“You’re cutting me off coke zero?”

“No sir, we’re about to close.”

The man finally looked up at Mingyu, having to crane his neck up to meet his eyes, “Where am I supposed to find more coke at this hour?”

“A convenience store, I presume?” Mingyu felt more confused than he had ever felt before in his life.

“Checked every single one in the area, none of them have it in stock for some reason. I’ll just have one more and leave.”

“I’m sorry sir, it’s really late. We have to close right now.”

“Can’t you close while I drink the last one?” The man asked, a sad pout of his face. He was far too attractive for Mingyu to say no to.

“Alright, I guess.” He filled the man’s glass one more time and got his staff to start cleaning up the place. The customer seemed reluctant to finish his drink to the point where there was still some left in his glass by the time everyone had left, leaving Mingyu waiting for him. “You done, sir?”

“Yeah, just a second.” He downed what was left and handed Mingyu his glass and credit card. He quickly rung him up and headed inside to wash up. He thought about the customer and laughed to himself, not knowing what to make of him.

When he was out, the customer was still sitting at the bar, scrolling through his phone.

“You haven’t left yet?”

“What do you think I waited this long for?” The man asked with a smirk

“What do you mean?” Mingyu asked.

“And I thought hot people being dumb was a myth.” The man got up from his seat and stood close to Mingyu. He barely came up to Mingyu’s shoulder but his eyes more than made up for his stature. “Lee Jihoon.”

“Excuse me?”

“Do you need a special invitation to give me your name?”

“Kim Mingyu.”

“So, Mingyu, how about you walk me home?”

“What?”

“Are you straight?”

“No?”

“Then?”

“What was with all the coke zero?”

“I enjoy feeding my vices,” He said, a smirk on his face. “One for coke, the other for handsome men.”

Mingyu didn’t know what to say as Jihoon hooked his arm around his and walked him out of the bar.

[nokiag1rl]

have you guys ever loved someone so much that it genuinely hurts to see them bc knowing you will never truly be capable of reciprocating your love to them? Betty from Ugly Betty gives me this feeling and I know thats sooo random but she is just so cute and I literally love America Ferrera and if I ever meet her irl I think I would give her my left kidney and my life savings

[kontra-diksi]

27 club

i know someone my whole life

from the moment i was born up until now

i’m not her keeper, far from it

ain’t give her one of my kidney or some shit

which i hope i would never

i would never want to meet the end of her

when she left for a stupid climbing project to the sky at 18

i thought she was the coolest person on the planet

she’s kinda dumb tho

the dumb everyone capture on social media, if they take a look deep enough

that dumb too hard to tell people i’m cultured and i know it

my life is perfect and you should know it

all her journeys, through the season

girl, would you freaking stop?

is it makes you happier, tho?

not a slightest, i guess

i was with her so many days at her best

also the other days that’s not

so many times i look at her as if i looked at the mirror

so similar yet so virtual

her left arm is my right

then there she is

living day to day dying, surviving

i know from the start that stupid climbing project was a bust

i didn’t tell her tho

because when you love someone you see them done stupid things

judge them

and still love them anyway

you enjoy watching them grow

as i watched the light dissapear from her eyes slowly

i thought none of the sadness i experienced before matched this one

i asked God how and why would He created an emotion this sad

she wrote pages, long enough for people she loved

i did read some of it

she’s crazy

all these years all these journeys

she’s the same dumb as she was

how come?

it’s just a chapter of a book

i wish she knew

i hope she’s sane enough and survive that scary 27 club

let her not outshine Azrael on doing his jobs

[abigailalvaran]

Dear Friends, Family, and Animal Lovers,

I come to you with a heavy heart and a plea for help for our beloved feline friend, Meow Meow. Our sweet Meow Meow, a vibrant and affectionate 4-year-old indoor cat, has recently fallen gravely ill. It all started this past Sunday, April 7th, when he began vomiting incessantly that we rushed him to the veterinary clinic.

Meow Meow's kidneys were failing, and the levels were so alarmingly high that they couldn't even be accurately read on the charts. Our once lively and vocal companion now lay weak and lethargic, unable to muster the energy to even meow.

The vet recommended immediate hospitalization for at least three days to stabilize his condition and administer the necessary treatment. They said his kidney damage is severe so we are praying for the best for him to fight it. This unexpected turn of events has left us emotionally and financially drained. The bills for his critical care are mounting rapidly, and we find ourselves struggling to meet them.

Meow Meow holds a special place in our hearts. His outgoing and friendly nature has brought joy to everyone he meets. He always greets me with enthusiastic meows (which is why we named him Meow Meow as anyone who meets him can tell you he is the loudest cat you will ever meet) and affectionate rubs every time I come home, a routine that I have grown so used to that when I came home on Monday to take him to the vet after my class, I was greeted with silence as he stayed in my bed instead of running towards me by the sound of the front door opening. He would not even open his eyes and that is when I knew something was really wrong. I had even tried to get him to move by placing him on the floor, but he then struggled to get back on my bed as he did not even have the energy to jump.

Any contribution, no matter how small, would be immensely appreciated. Your generosity will not only help cover Meow Meow's medical expenses but also provide us with the reassurance that we are not alone in this difficult time.Please consider donating to our GoFundMe campaign and sharing our story with your friends and family. Together, we can give Meow Meow the fighting chance he deserves and bring him back home where he belongs.

Thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your kindness, support, and love for our precious Meow Meow.

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[drblwmn]

Naruto Isekai pt 4

They move to the front of the boat with a rush. They close in on Zabuza.

Zabuza smiles behind his wrappings and throws the captain overboard and speed jumps toward Kakashi holding Tazuna.

Kakashi throws Tazuna quickly back towards his team and they quickly take up formation guarding .

Sasuke meets Zabuza blade for blade hearing the clangs of his sword meet their opponents Naruto stays on guard.

Kakashi jumps over board grabs the captain and quickly shunshins him and hisself to the freights.

Kakashi heads towards Zabuza and Zabuza disappears in the mists.

Not noticing a second presence the masked women watched silently at the engagement.

Kakashi orders Sasuke back towards tazuna.

While the enemy was nowhere to be seen he was still present on the boat.

Oi, what’s with these punks. They have guts taking me head on I could easily and quickly taken out your liver or kidney brat.

Hmm with me here I doubt it. Kakashi said. Also I feel like they did pretty good against you.

Zabuza reappears in front of Kakashi and they engage. The fight last until Zabuza and Kakashi fall over board because of the storm raging on he traps Kakashi in the water prison jutsu.

Yume stays on edge giving him a smile with his crimson eyes. Yume does shadow clone jutst and Sasuke throws his shuriken blade at Naruto’s clones and they face the water clone of Zabuza.

Sakura stays guarding and decides to aim a her bomb towards Kakashi and the real Zabuza.

There’s an explosion Zabuza is distracted enough to see the bomb and a shuriken coming at him he releases Kakashi and now the real battle starts.

Zabuza ducks and dodges each attack Kakashi throws at him on the water and Akashi unleashed his sharingan.

Sasuke gasps in surprise and wonders how he acquired it.

The clone never burst so Sakura yelled oi stay focused and fight.

Hn, when serious, she doesn’t fawn over me. He thought.

Inner Sakura: oi stop yelling ahh he’s so cool.

Yume laughs and says oi teme you can’t defeat him on your own go to the right.

Hn. Was only said.

They all managed to pop Zabuza water clone and he yelled out in irritation at Kakashi and his team.

Fighting Zabuza Kakahi copied him jutsu for jutsu till they almost sank the boat with the water dragon jutsu.

Glaringly, Kakashi rushed forward after the jutsu was done but was too late as three medicinal needles hit Zabuza’s nerves in his neck making him pass out.

Do not worry I am a bounty hunter from the mist village. We will examine the body.

She disapppeared with Zabuza and the fight was over.

Kakahi then passed out. Sakura tended to his wounds as was taught.

Naruto and Sasuke helped him up.

You all surprised me at first my gut instinct told me to tell you alll to retreat.

Next time I’m taking all three of you to train serious don’t let me down.

They head towards Tazunas village and home by the freight boat.

———////——————//—///////////————————//

Making it to the village the team sticks together. Naruto/Yume stops and sees how run down everything is but then they go to a salo or enter.

You open. She said. The owner of the tavern said sure. Smoking a cigarette she looks Naruto/ Yume up and down and takes them into her parlor. The salon was lined with chairs on the left and right side three each paired with mirrors there was a haircut poster on the wall and Yume chose the second one.

I would like to dye it a light purple Yume said.

Got it blowing smoke into Yume’s face. Yume sat and got her hair done.

The end result,

Naruto had purple hair and was wearing all black with crimson eyes.

Sasuke shows up and says, Dobe why are you disguising by your self, you don’t need it unless it’s just for your self.

Naruto looked I wanted to do something different I guess. Putting the cigarette out.

He( She) Stood up and smiled and said want a change of pace with your hair.

No thanks and look like a loser.

The owner of the salon was paid and whispered in his ear, Yume the blood debt remember it Banner house.

Yume wanted to cry tears of joy that someone from the 9 circled was keeping tabs on where she went.

Naruto said oh ok then thank you softly.

Let’s go Dobe before you decide to tattoo yourself.

What’s wrong with that, teme?

Getting back to Tazuna’s house or Sasuke leading Naruto to Tazunas house.

They slept and ate.

[themysticsoffering]

"I Want Jesus to Walk with Me"

The Eggs Benedict and coffee lingered on my palate as this hymn title came to mind. I must have sung this hymn at some point, but the words are not memorable. However, the title and the idea that "I want Jesus to walk with me" is intriguing.

Receiving news earlier this week that a friend has been diagnosed with a highly treatable form of cancer, and receiving news just this morning that another friend is in hospital with a serious infection, initially left me feeling a sense of doom about human frailty.

Certainly, with my turning 40 just a few weeks away, the reality and perception of time are on my mind. The reality, of course, being that we experience time; it passes and we know this because we have the capacity for memory. And yes, while it should be a point of humor to make such statements at the age of 39 and holding, the body does change, it does age.

While the mind seems only to awaken increasingly, to expand, to unfold like a blossom, I do not get the sense that my mind ages.

I'm taking the last bites of my sumptuous breakfast and clutching a second cup of coffee, hoping that the sensation of feeling awake lies at its bottom.

Bill is telling me that an acquaintance of his will need to have both kidneys replaced.

Rather than sitting dourly with the facts of life in my lap, I think, "What if you were to put a positive spin on all this frailty, passing of time, and aging?"

The phrase "I want Jesus to walk with me" rises to the surface. Intriguing!

How can one being walk with each of his many followers individually? But then logic leads me to take this phrase as figurative speech.

What it must have been like for the twelve apostles and other disciples who knew Jesus of Nazareth as he indeed WALKED with them!

More than ever before, I imagine what it would be like if had "Jesus to 'walk' with me."

Certainly, he would show me compassion for my difficulties. He might hug me or massage the pain out of my body. He would smile as I told him my dreams. He might put his arms around my shoulders and jostle me a bit and remind me not to be so unkind to myself or harsh toward someone around me. He might laugh at my humor, my fixations, or the truths of myself that I am yet unable to see.

Jesus certainly had a knack for seeing the best, the beauty in people and for leading them into the light of this self-awareness, and for putting people to work as they used their strengths and their weaknesses to their advantage.

Today we know Jesus as Christ. We have only fragmented records and poignant accounts of the historical Jesus. Knowing Jesus as Christ means we know him through Spirit. And Spirit is something any number of people can share!

That is precisely why Jesus of Nazareth told the Apostles to share his "good news" and to go out into all nations and baptize people in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!

To put it in the words of my friend who is diagnosed with cancer: "We receive blessings vertically. It is our job to share them horizontally."

Life... LIFE!... is not to await the eventualities of aging, weakness, and to cower in fear of incapacity and death.

We cling to life and we enjoy our blessings! We strive to share, preserve, and increase the blessings of the people around us!

And with this, just half an hour before I meet with my personal trainer for the first time, I bid you cheer and give this advice...

KEEP MOVING! Keep your eyes and your heart open! Receive with gratitude the delights and the peace each day holds for you! With a generous heart, make and take the opportunity to spread blessings when and how you can!

[author-a-holmes]

Day 12 of the #fictionwriterchallenge - Who Are Your Writing Heroes?

I have a lot of authors I admire, and who I'd give my left kidney to meet for an afternoon and chat with.

Just, have a dinner and discuss the craft of writing.

Question of the day; If you could invite six authors, alive or dead, to a dinner party, who would you invite?

Top of my list has to be Neil Gaiman. A true legend, and everything I see him post on social media just makes me think he's a genuinely lovely human being too.

I'd also have to include Tolkien, Richelle Meade, Jim Butcher, Emily Bronte, and David Eddings (& Leigh Eddings? They were a writing duo, so I might get away with sliding them both in.)