#i'm talking about the arms trade l

[narcissistcookbook]

boys i'm starting to think building a society where the primary imperative of business is to make as big a profit as possible might have been a bad idea

lads stop me if i'm wrong, but was it a mistake to make money so central to our society that rich people become functionally omnipotent?

gents i can't believe i'm saying this but am i wrong for not trusting the private sector to have my best interests at heart??

[alisonwritesimagines]

I Just Wanna Know You Better Now ~LA! Mihawk Imagine~

Summary: You meet Mihawk for the first time and he is not what you expect.

Author’s Note: I was gonna upload this yesterday but my boyfriend's alarm woke me up and put me in a bad mood.

Based in my Enchanted series

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: mentions of killing, fluff

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The village was small. Not what Mihawk was expecting to find the quarry that Vice Admiral Garp told him to kill. He walked around the village before settling to find information about you at a bar.

“What can I get you?” The lady working the bar asked as she approached him.

“Red wine if you have it,” he tells her.

“One glass coming up,” she tells him before pouring a drink for him.

“Do you know anywhere I can find someone named Y/n L/n?” Mihawk asked.

“Don’t know who you’re talking about. Never heard anyone by that name here.”

Mihawk could tell that she was lying. But she seemed calm about it so he wouldn’t press onto it.

“Alright. No worries. I just had a message to deliver to her from someone,” Mihawk said. The woman nodded before walking away to clean the bar more.

Mihawk paid for his drink before walking out of the bar. He headed to the outer part of the village where he saw a small house and a woman in the garden. He got closer and saw that it was you based on the description Vice Admiral Garp gave to him. Though he was a little surprise with your aura.

“You don’t seem like someone who can harm a fly."

He watched as you turned around to look at him. Mihawk couldn’t deny that you were beautiful.

“I can hurt a fly. Don’t think I’m good at harming anyone else,” you tell him as you stood up. Your arms are crossed defensively but Mihawk had no intention of hurting you anymore.

“I see.”

“I know who you are so what do you want?” You asked him. A bold one, Mihawk thought to himself.

“I was sent to kill you but in all honesty, I don’t think I can kill you. You’re too beautiful to be killed,” Mihawk tells you.

“Who sent you to kill me?” You asked worriedly as you took a step back.

“Not to worry now. I don't have any intentions to kill you anymore," he tells you. Truthfully, Mihawk would be more upset if anyone hurt you. Even if he did meet you just now.

“Then why are you still here?” You questioned.

“I'm curious to see why someone would send me to go after you,” Mihawk tells you as he took a step forward.

“Feel free to stay. Just to tell you, it's going to be quite boring,” you tell him before picking up your basket.

“Allow me,” Mihawk said as he walked over and grabbed the basket from your hands.

“It’s not that heavy,” you pointed out.

“No. But how else am I to make you to start trusting me?” Mihawk asked.

“By not killing me.”

“I will do no honor in killing you,” Mihawk said.

Mihawk sat on a chair as he watched you sort out your fruits and vegetables in your kitchen. It felt awkward knowing a famous warlord was watching you sort out the food you picked from your garden.

“How long do you plan on staying?” You asked.

“Until I’m needed elsewhere,” Mihawk answered truthfully.

“Do you have a place to stay?” You asked him.

“Don’t worry about me darling. Just continue what you’re doing,” Mihawk tells you. You nodded before picking up the basket with the food you were going to sell.

“I’m heading to the market now. I don’t know if you want to join me or if you want to stay here,” you tell him.

“I’ll join you,” Mihawk tells you before joining you in the market.

You traded some fruits and vegetables for some meat before selling off the rest. Mihawk watched a close eye on you as he followed you around. Everyone was too scared to question the warlord behind you but he didn’t care. His main focus was you.

The next day, he showed up at your front door.

“Did you eat breakfast yet?” You asked him.

“Yes.”

“Okay. I need to go to my job and I don’t think a warlord is going to be comforting to the kids,” you tell him before grabbing your things to head into town.

Before, you would just only teach Luffy. But since the school needed a new teacher, you became the village’s teacher.

“I’ll walk with you then,” Mihawk offered.

“Okay.”

Mihawk took your bag in his hands before following you to the school.

“You don’t have to wait for me you know. I’ll be at the school for a while,” you tell him.

“Who’ll carry your bag then?” Mihawk asked.

“I’m not some helpless woman you know. I can carry my own bag,” you tell him. Mihawk just stared at you as you walked inside the school.

Mihawk didn’t do much as he waited for you. He did grab you some pastries from the bakery before heading back to the school to wait for you again.he could hear the people talk about seeing the warlord waiting by the school for the teacher. He didn’t mind for once.

“Did you wait the entire time?” You asked Mihawk after you finished saying bye to your last student.

“I wasn’t doing much anyway,” Mihawk tells you as he handed you the box of pastries. He took your bag again in exchange.

“Thank you,” you said as you looked up at him.

Mihawk gave you a nod before the two of you walked back to your home.

“No tending to the garden today?” Mihawk asked you.

“I will. I just need to prep for dinner tonight,” you tell him.

“Why don’t I tend to your garden?” Mihawk offered.

“You know how to garden?”

“I know my way around. Where’s your basket?”

“Um by the door.”

“Won’t be long,” Mihawk tells you before walking out.

As you cooked dinner, you accidentally touched the hot pan making you hiss in pain.

“Ow!”

You didn’t think Mihawk heard you until he rushed through the door with a full basket. He placed the basket on the table before he checked on you.

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“Just burned myself.”

Mihawk quickly grabbed your bucket of water before gently putting your finger in the cool liquid.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

"I made extras if you'd like. I got used to cooking for two," you tell him as you took your hand out and dry it with a towel.

“Was it for you and your past lover?” Mihawk asked. He noticed the ring dangling from a chain on your neck the moment he met you. But there were no signs of him anywhere in your home.

“Not really surprisingly. I used to take care of a little boy who used to live with me who had a bottomless stomach. He wanted to become a pirate so he set sail a year ago," you tell him.

“I see.”

“So, dinner?” You asked.

“Why not,” Mihawk said as he put his sword away.

Mihawk cleaned up before sitting with you at the table.

“I hope you like it,” you tell him. Mihawk took a bite of the food, nodding in approval afterwards.

“It’s good.”

“Thank you!”

“You should let me cook for you sometime,” Mihawk tells you.

“What kind of food do you cook?”

“Anything that can go well with red wine.”

“You like red wine?”

“I do. It’s a classical drink.”

“Maybe I’ll buy us a bottle and we can have a drink together,” you tell him.

“Or I can get it along with some other supplies for when I cook.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please. Let me cook for you next time.”

“Alright. Deal.”

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

you in my eyes [2]. l Javier Peña

Summary:  you weren't friends and you certainly weren't planning anything more together

Warnings:  angst, enemies (?) to lovers, Javier is nasty and mean, misogyny and sexism at work, some bad language, sexual innuendo, Murphy shows up, Messina too.

A/N: maybe I'm adding this too quickly. I have this thing that when I write something, I want to share it with you right away. I'll be grateful for every response, it means a lot to me. thank you for reading!

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

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Your body swayed to the rhythm of the muffled music, the crimson liquid in your glass did the same. The dress you were wearing hugged your body like a second skin. Shapely hips, bust, waist. He could see it all clearly. A few strands of hair stuck to your neck, this place was really stuffy.

A young boy moved towards you. Javier could see him very well. He looked like he wanted to beg to feel your body, you seemed like an angel who could fulfill his request. False hopes.

Javier shook his head and blew a wisp of smoke from his mouth. It was an interesting sight, too interesting. The boy wasn't even halfway to you when you noticed him and you shook your head slightly. He understood immediately. He wouldn't leave this place with you that night.

But the other man, the one who, like Peña, had been watching you for a long time, was probably luckier. 

His hand soon landed on the small of your back, he whispered something in your ear, you caressed his freshly shaved cheek and gave him such a smile that Javier thought he would gladly trade places with him.

He was the winner.

Peña didn't know you very well. You had worked in this department almost as long as he had, your paths had crossed a few times, but you had never stayed on his radar for long. He didn't know why. 

He usually noticed all the women, the office was a limited space after all. You worked hard, Messina often noticed you, which pissed off the male part of the team. Javier didn't give a damn. 

Just like you, he did his job. There were rumors about you, just like you had probably heard the ones about him. But you had a job to do.

Monday found him with a strong coffee. Steve had something to do and he was waiting for him at his desk, trying not to fall asleep. How much he would give for a few extra hours of sleep...

He flinched at the sound of Messina's office door slamming. She had never been at work this early, and Javier was even more surprised when he saw you with her. 

He frowned. The distance didn't allow him to hear exactly what you were talking about, but he thought he heard words like "report" and "informant". That was enough for him.

"Did you have a busy weekend?" he asked, catching up with you in the now empty hallway.

You turned around, slightly surprised by his presence in the office at this hour. "My free time is my business, Peña." you replied, glaring at him. "Do you need something?"

"Messina knows?"

"About what?" you frowned and folded your arms over your chest.

"About how you get information?" Javier muttered. "I saw you at the bar with that guy."

"Jealous?" you sneered.

“I don't think there's anything to be jealous of." he said with a grimace on his face "You hope you can climb up to Escobar through the beds of his associates?"

Your eyes narrowed and a jaw clenched. This guy was getting on your nerves. His sly attitude and arrogance were almost comical.

"Listen." You replied quietly, gritting each next word through your teeth "I'm the same kind of agent as you, Peña. I went through the same training, but my standards were set higher. I've met a lot of men like you, sexists who thought that if I had a pussy, I couldn't do anything right. But now I'm here." You took a step closer and Javier caught the distinct scent of your perfume "If I had a dick like you, you'd probably high-five me and buy me a drink. But now all you can do is sweat with rage in your too-tight jeans."

You fell silent for a moment as a group of men approached you. They greeted Javier and quickly disappeared down the hall. Javier felt his jeans starting to get tighter in the crotch. Damn, it pissed him off.

"I don't care what you think about my methods or me. You can go to your buddies, tell them what a bitch I am and then you can all cry together. But we have work to do so pull yourself together and stop following me around like a spoiled brat."

Javier opened his mouth to answer you, but someone called out to him. Murphy was walking towards you, clearly agitated about something.

Steve nodded in your direction, and you responded with a gentle smile, after a moment you turned around and headed towards your office.

"I have something you'll like." he said, patting Javier on the shoulder, but he noticed his face immediately. "What happened?"

"Nothing." He mumbled, rubbing his mouth with his hand.

"Are you sure? Okay." He handed Peña a folder with documents. "Messina just gave it to me. We'll be able to talk to that guy we wanted to get to. Someone convinced him to talk to us."

Javier quickly looked through the documents. "Who the fuck did that?"

He didn't like Steve's smile, or the fact that he nodded in the direction you had just disappeared. "She. And she told Messina that you should be the one to take care of it. She convinced that guy to only talk to you."

Peña closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. "Fuck." he hissed.

"Are you sure everything's okay?"

He nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, let's go to him before he changes his mind."

Despite everything, you liked your job and you were really good at it. You didn't get into this department because you had a lovely smile, you worked hard for it all. And although sometimes you wanted to give it all up and go back to America, something still kept you here. 

Stubbornness? Probably yes. A sense of duty? Too. You also wanted to prove something to yourself. Not only to yourself, but that was also a good reason.

You couldn't stand the smell that wafted through the archive. Poor ventilation and cardboard boxes with documents were not a good combination. Despite everything, you took out more boxes and looked through the documents, hoping that you would find what you were looking for.

Suddenly, a low voice that you knew very well filled the silence surrounding you.

"It's hard to find you."

You slid the box onto the shelf and glanced at the next one. "I guess it's not too hard since you made it, Agent Peña." you replied.

You threw a quick glance over your shoulder and saw Javier emerging from the shadowy corridor of shelves. He hadn't been in the office for a few days, your files and new information had dragged him and Murphy out of town.

"I met with your informant." he mumbled, watching you as you took down another box, pressed it against the shelf with your hip and began rummaging through the files. "He helped us a lot. We'll be able to arrest some important people soon."

"Sounds good." you replied without even lifting your head from the papers.

Javier cleared his throat. He felt embarrassed, and seeing you working, he almost felt like he was an intruder in this room.

"Listen..." he began, you hummed to show that you were listening. "I wanted to apologize to you. I was a bit... Fuck. I was an asshole to you. I don't know why I acted like that. And you got me something I've been trying to get for so long. You didn't have to."

"The best agent should handle things like that, I wouldn't give it to any rookie." you replied, turning your face towards him. There was no anger or disappointment in your gaze, which Javier expected. You looked at him with interest and even politeness.

"So why didn't you take care of it yourself?" he asked.

He wasn't ready for that. Your lips widened in a smile that immediately caught his attention. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Right, because every time you talked he made you furious.

"Oh, please!" you said, clearly amused. "I knew perfectly well that you would give your left arm to be able to meet this guy. I'm not as much of a bitch as they say I am."

"Now I feel even worse." Javier scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, at least that means you have human feelings."

He chuckled.

"What are you looking for? Maybe I can help you?"

You shook your head and put the box on the floor. "I already found it. Look."

You showed him a folder with a photo of a group of men, then pointed to one of them. "He's the one who shot your last informant." Javier frowned for a moment, his jaw clenching.

"How do you know?" he asked.

"I didn't paint my nails while you were out of the office." You shrugged. "I heard rumors so I asked around. He's just a kid, but he's ambitious. Too ambitious. It makes him reckless."

"Do you have anything else?" Javier looked at you intently.

You had and gave him everything he needed.

"I don't like it when someone new comes into the office." Steve finished coffee and stretched in his chair. "They're always so strict about following the rules."

Javier flicked his cigarette and looked up from the documents he was reading. "Messina says it's someone important. O'Connell or something like that."

"Yeah. Maybe he won't be here long."

Javier shrugged. He didn't care. 

After the last arrests, they had to process all the statements and put everything together again. They had been working late and spending every free moment gathering leads. Peña and Murphy felt like they were knee-deep in the mud again.

You disappeared again, and even though Javier asked his boss where you were, she just looked at him sideways. "She's doing her job, Peña. You should be doing it too."

Loud chatter and an unexpected commotion in the hallway meant that someone important had arrived at the office. Steve craned his neck in that direction.

"I think that's him." he mumbled, then stood up from his chair as Messina ushered the new agent into the office.

"Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to Peter O'Connell. He's here from headquarters to see how our work is going." she said, and the man standing behind her nodded in greeting. "Peña and Murphy." she said, pointing at them, and O'Connell quickly shook their hands.

He had a firm grip. Underneath his blazer, they could see the solid build of a man, and his dark hair was neatly combed on the sides.

"I've read your reports, boys." he said, smiling. "Great job with those last arrests. You've got your hands full of work."

Messina began to outline what O'Connell's visit would consist of, but Javier quickly stopped focusing on the boring protocol. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar figure.

He saw you sneaking over to your desk with a cup of coffee and a stack of files under your arm. You must have slept a little, because the dark circles under your eyes were a clear sign of that.

O'Connell's gaze followed Javier's and his eyes widened at the sight of you. He said your name, and you suddenly stiffened.

"Peter?" you whispered as the man approached you "What are you....."

"I didn't expect to see you here!" O'Connell laughed, leaning down to kiss your cheek, but you pulled away and he could only awkwardly cover up his gesture by shaking your hand. "You look great."

"Thanks." you replied, embarrassed. "Boss, I have those documents you asked for. Can I show you?"

Messina nodded, and you quickly left the office. Peter's sharp eyes followed you to the door.

"Surprising." Steve said. "Meeting a friend in the middle of nowhere."

"Right?" O'Connell laughed. "We used to work together. Pretty close, if you know what I mean." He winked at them.

For some reason, Javier felt that he didn't like him. Maybe he was prejudiced, maybe he was too quick to judge people? But he certainly noticed your discomfort with the guy who had visited you. 

In the meantime, Peter exchanged a few more comments with them and went to the other agents he wanted to talk to.

"Slippery guy." Murphy muttered, looking at him for a while longer. "What do you think of him?"

Javier folded his arms over his chest. "I'm sure he knew exactly that she worked here." He replied. "He came from headquarters, he must have had the names of all the agents."

"So why the show?"

Peña shrugged. He was sure that he would find out soon enough.

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Thank you for your time.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Between the pages

AN: Shoutout to Indigo for violently thrusting me back into my Namjoon feelings. This has been a long time in the making.

Synopsis: If anyone asks, Professor Kim is definitely not crushing on the pretty librarian he spends all of his free time with on campus.

Heads up: Kim Namjoon x Fem! Reader, friends to lovers, so much pining, Non-Idol AU, University professor! Namjoon, Librarian! Reader, Reader wears glasses and Namjoon thinks it's hot, alcohol and alcohol consumption, Reader kisses Namjoon without his explicit consent at first, dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), Reader sucks on Namjoon's fingers post fingering, praise kink (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex and creampie.

Word count: 4535

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Namjoon tries to convince himself that the reason a smile immediately graces his face when he enters his department's library is because of his love for knowledge. That's it. That's all.

It definitely has nothing to do with getting the opportunity to see and talk to the very attractive head librarian. Nope. Nothing of the sort.

"What's got you all smiley? Found a new favourite philosophy journal?"

Namjoon studiously ignores the way his heart stutters in his chest. He turns around to face you directly and is once again caught off-guard at how ridiculously attractive you manage to look in a simple pencil skirt and flowy blouse. Your glasses framing your warm eyes, and your glossed lips quirked upwards in amusement.

God, he had it so bad.

"Am I not allowed to simply smile for the sake of smiling?" He asks with a grin of his own, the two of you seamlessly falling into step as you make your way to your office where he was initially headed.

"Answering a question with a question is deflection, Professor Kim," you respond with a good-natured poke to his arm. He jokingly rubs the spot, "Violence and referring to me as Professor Kim? Y/n I thought we were friends. I'm hurt."

He doesn't miss the way you roll your eyes with that unfairly pretty smile on your face as you hold your office door open for him, "I never took you to be one for dramatics, Namjoon."

Namjoon feels little better than a schoolboy with his first crush. Warmth flooding his face at the way you say his name. He just hopes his body wouldn't hate him enough to make his blush obvious or, you'd give him the curtsey of not mentioning it.

"Clearly you don't know me all that well then, Miss y/l/n. Seems like all this hiding out in each others' offices might've been for nothing," he retorts, making himself comfortable on the lounge chair by the window you'd both unofficially agreed upon was his. He tries not to think too deeply about that.

Typically you'd join him by the window, but you opt to prop yourself up on your desk, and Namjoon's tongue turns to sand in his mouth. Your already figure-hugging skirt sits tighter on your hips and thighs somehow, even riding up enough for Namjoon to feel the need to take a generous sip from his trusted water bottle.

"Wow really? My surname? Now you're being petty, Joon," you say before taking your first bite of your lunch.

It had become a habit for the two of you to meet for lunch whenever possible. Usually alternating between offices or whoever was closer to the other's side of the campus on a particular day. Namjoon thinks it's partly during these lunch sessions that the seeds of his feelings for you were planted. Though he hasn't quite decided how to unpack that can of worms yet, he wouldn't trade these moments with you for the world.

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Namjoon can't stand these end of year functions, but he attends because he knows it'd be a terrible look if he didn't. He does have other people in the department he's friendly with, but they definitely don't outweigh how tedious these functions can be.

He's standing somewhat awkwardly in the back of the room nursing a glass of juice (because of fucking course they wouldn't be serving any alcohol) when he first spots you. Namjoon knows you're beautiful. It's a fact that he's violently reminded of every time he sees you. However, he's never seen you like this. He thought your pencil skirts were form-fitting, but the way the red dress you're wearing now cups your ass and hugs your hips has the blood rushing to his dick at record-breaking speed. He's never seen so much of you at once, a hint of cleavage peaking out and the dress coming to a stop mid-thigh. To make it all worse (or better, depending on one's perspective), you're still wearing your glasses.

Namjoon is just happy he hasn't spontaneously combusted yet, honestly.

The bright smile that spreads across your face when you spot him and make your way over to him makes him feel more nervous than he has in ages. Which is saying something considering how tongue-tied he gets around you in general.

"Joon, thank god. I'm so happy you're here. These functions are always so boring," you say as you pull him into a hug. Instinctively, he wraps an arm around you, his body moving before his brain can fully process you pressed against him and your perfume invading his senses. God, you smell delicious.

"I'm glad to see you too. Yeah, I've been entertaining myself with a glass of juice for the past 30ish minutes. Having the time of my life," he responds sarcastically but makes sure he's not loud enough for anyone to hear him other than you. These functions may suck, but Namjoon has no desire to sour his relationships with his colleagues.

The mischievous smile that graces your face makes his palms sweat, "Want to get out of here? I have a bottle of wine I've been saving in my office."

"Wine in your office? That's pretty unprofessional of you, Miss Librarian," he responds with a grin.

"Well, I've been keeping it for a time like this. Unless you're content to sip on juice all night and make small talk about semester plans," you retort, mirth twinkling in your eyes.

"It has been almost 2 hours, so it wouldn't be a bad look if we excused ourselves now..." he reasons, and honestly he could use a drink right now.

"Glad to see you're on board. You're always so serious and responsible, I'm a little surprised you agreed," you say with a small snort, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the door.

You two say goodnight to everyone who crosses your path, and Namjoon resists the urge to roll his eyes at the grins and thumbs ups that Hoseok and Seokjin give him.

"I'm not that uptight," he argues a little defensively when you two are finally by yourselves.

"There's nothing wrong with being responsible. It's a big reason why I think you're such a loved and respected professor. I just think you could stand to let go sometimes," you say and, Namjoon's heart is trying its best to beat out of his chest.

You think he's loved and respected? You think he's a good professor?

He knows he doesn't need your validation, but it means the world to him all the same. The genuine sincerity and concern in your voice making it challenging for him to find his words.

"I plan to let go a little tonight. I think you're a bad influence," he jokes, playfully shoving you with his arm.

"I'm a fantastic influence. That's why you spend so much time with me," you retort with another one of those cute, amused snorts. Unlocking the door to the library when you two arrive quicker than Namjoon expected.

"I spend so much time with you because Hoseok's unending optimism and positivity drains my energy," he fires back, closing the door behind him once you enter the library before him.

"Hoseok's a sweetheart. You're just grumpy and overly jaded," you respond, leading the way to your office.

He tries not to feel too jealous hearing you refer to Hoseok as a sweetheart. You're not wrong. It's fair to refer to him as such, but it's still not exactly pleasant to hear.

"Me? Grumpy? Overly jaded? I'm delightful!" He says in mock offence, settling himself in his chair and watching you pull out the bottle of wine and two coffee mugs. Biting back a groan when he takes in how amazingly your dress hugs your ass.

"I never said you weren't delightful. I wouldn't be offering my treasured wine stash to you if I didn't at the bare minimum like you," you argue with a light laugh as you fill up your respective mugs.

"You just used the wine to bribe me to sneak out with you. I'm flattered nonetheless," he says with a laugh of his own, graciously accepting the generously filled mug you offer. He's severely unprepared for you to take a seat on the arm of his chair, your thigh brushing against him as you get comfortable.

Namjoon is starting to think this isn't a smart idea after all.

"Have you spending time with Seokjin? Is that why you've been so theatrical lately?" You ask with a smile before taking a generous sip from your mug, your pleased hum affecting him more than it had any right to.

"I'm just seeing this for what it is," he says, taking a swing from his own mug. Sweet. Seems like you enjoy your rosé. He makes a note of that for any future gifts.

"Sure, Joon," you respond, patting his shoulder. Taking another sip from your glass, licking your lips to chase the remnants of the wine. The wine is only worsening the hazy sensation he feels seeing the action and the slight smudging of your lipstick.

"Your lipstick looks nice," he spits out and immediately cringes at himself. Resisting the urge to rest his face in his hands as warmth floods his face. What the fuck was wrong with him? Surely it wasn't the singular sip of wine he took.

"Oh," you say, sounding surprised, "Thank you. You know I'm not one for make-up, but I thought why not since it's a special occasion. I'm glad you like it. I didn't take you for one to notice," you finish, playfully nudging his arm with your thigh.

Namjoon takes a generous sip of his wine before responding.

"I always notice these kinds of things when it comes to you and, you look pretty," he says before panicking at the implications of his words, "Not that you don't look pretty without the lipstick. You look pretty all the time. It's just-"

"I got it, Joon," you laugh, taking a drink from your own mug, and Namjoon definitely doesn't notice how appealing your neck looks. He needs to get his shit together. He's too old to be this flustered talking to a pretty woman. Well, you're more than just that, but that's besides the point.

"I'm flattered that you think I'm pretty. I didn't know you thought of me that way," you say so quietly that Namjoon has to strain to hear you. You look almost...shy? Completely unlike the sarcastic, confident woman he's become familiar with. It's cute. You're cute.

"I think you're beautiful honestly but, it's not exactly like I can just drop it in casual conversation," he says, surprised by his own confidence but, he's already called you pretty. What more does he have to lose?

"Kim Namjoon, are you flirting with me?" You ask with a smile behind your mug, but he can still see what he thinks is shyness in your expression.

"Is it so bad to flirt with the prettiest librarian on campus?" He asks, taking satisfaction in the stunned look on your face, your lips parting as you sit there just staring at him.

He watches you flounder with your words, a very private part of him enjoying being the one to fluster you for once.

"You think I'm the prettiest librarian on campus?" You ask quietly, as if you can't quite believe what's he saying to you right now. In your defence, he can't quite believe what he's saying to you right now either. He has the feeling that he's reached a crossroads now. Whatever he says to you now might change the nature of your relationship entirely, and Namjoon is tired of being a coward.

"I think you're the prettiest librarian I've ever met," he says with so much seriousness that there's no possible way you could misunderstand his words for lighthearted bantering. His heart bouncing off the walls of his chest as he waits for you to say something. Anything.

"Namjoon," is all you seem to muster at the moment, wide eyes still locked on him.

"You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, y/n. I've liked you for some time now, but I'd never put my feelings before yours and before this friendship. You mean too much for me to do that. I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable -" you promptly shut Namjoon up by cupping his face and pressing a searing kiss to his lips.

Well, it seems like it's his turn to be stunned.

His eyes widen as you seemingly pour everything you have into his kiss, your hold on his face tightening momentarily before you pull away. All Namjoon can do is stare at you. Looking unfairly attractive as you struggle to catch your breath and your glasses look slightly askew.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just kissed you. I just-I couldn't find the words to tell you that I like you too in the moment. I'm sorry," you say in a single breath, and Namjoon has to strain to catch all of your words. However, panic hits him when your words do finally register.

"No, hey, it's okay. I was just surprised, is all. It's not every day the woman of your dreams kisses you. Give a guy a minute to recover," he jokes, reaching for your smaller hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Your hand squeezes his back, and frankly, Namjoon is just impressed that he's managed to remain conscious through this all.

"Woman of your dreams? Namjoon, please," you whine somewhat embarrassed, and that just endears you to him more.

"It's true," he says and means ever word of it.

"If you keep looking at me like that and speaking like that, I might just have to kiss you again," you respond playfully, resting your mug on the small coffee table.

"Is that a promise?" He fires back with a grin of his own, following suit.

"You're so annoying," you retort with an affectionate eye roll before you press your lips against his once more. This time, he's better prepared and more than ready to reciprocate. One of his hands tentatively resting on your thigh as angle yourself better to deepen the kiss. The feeling of your tongue against his own sending sparks down his spine. Arousal pooling in his gut, fed by all the little moans and whimpers you let out.

"Is this okay?" You ask breathlessly when you straddle him, your chair barely big enough to fit the two of you, but Namjoon isn't going to complain any time soon. Your soft thighs press against his and he's almost completely certain that your panty covered pussy is pressing against him.

"Yeah," his brain pulls itself together enough to spit out before weaving his fingers into your hair and, tugging you down for another earth-shattering kiss. Months' worth of desire and frustration pouring out of him. His other hand tentatively holding your hip in place all while he hopes his erection isn't too obvious to you.

He can tell the moment you feel it because you still against him momentarily. "Shit, I'm sorry. We don't have to do anything you don't want. It's just a natural reaction-"

"Joon, breathe. It's okay," you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I want this. I'm just as excited as you are," you breathe, taking his much bigger hand in yours and guiding it up your ridiculously soft thighs. A quiet moan falling from your lips when his fingertips make contact with your wet panties.

Namjoon wonders what heroic acts he committed in his past lives to find himself here.

"You're already so wet," he breathes, fingers lightly running along your slit. Lidded eyes taking in the way your lips part to let out moans and your hips buck into his touch. Your fingernails digging into his shoulder when he's certain he's found your clit and uses that information to his advantage.

"You don't have to ah say that out loud, y'know," you respond, but any sarcasm that would typically be present in your voice is replaced by breathy whimpers. Namjoon thinks he much prefers them. As much as your quick-wit is one of his favourite aspects of your personality, he's finding that he immensely enjoys rendering you speechless.

"Why not, baby? You are so wet for me already, though. I could always stop," he trails off, stopping the movement of his fingers and keeping them pressed against you. A smirk spreading across his face when you whine and squirm in his lap.

"You're being mean," and fuck if the desperate edge to your voice doesn't shoot straight to his dick. Deciding to be merciful this time around, his fingers continue rubbing over your wet slit over your panties. Kissing along your jaw and neck as you whimper and grind against him in search of friction.

"Joon, please. Touch me di-directly," you hiccup, pressing yourself firmly against his fingers. Your nails digging into his shoulders. He had no idea you'd be so needy and desperate. He briefly wonders if you're always like this or if this is all because of him. His self-esteem certainly hopes it's the latter.

"You're so cute when you're needy," he rumbles against your throat, canines brushing the skin there while his fingers push your panties to the side. He thinks he'll remember the strangled gasp that flies from your lips when his fingers make contact with your clit as long as he lives.

He knew you were wet before, but he's severely unprepared for the effect feeling said wetness for himself has on him. His cock already leaking pre-cum where it rests untouched underneath you. Teasing you is a double-edged sword. You're not the only one becoming desperate here.

"Namjoon," you whine, "Please, please let me feel your fingers. It hurts. Please-" your begging is cut off by a sharp moan when he finally concedes and pushes two fingers inside of you. How can he say no when you sound so beautiful for him? He's just a man.

He tugs you into another messy kiss while he fucks you on his fingers to distract himself. He feels like he'll lose his mind soon if he doesn't feel you around his cock soon. Groaning into your mouth at how harshly your velvety walls grip his fingers as he familiarises himself with the spots that make you moan louder and hold onto him tighter.

The whimper you press against his lips when his thumb finds your clit and rubs slow circles against it is immaculate. In the dead of night when he'd fantasised about having you like this, he hadn't considered how sensitive and pliant you are. Reality is significantly better than any of his dreams.

"Joo-Joon, I- ah I'm," you whine out, your glasses slightly skewed and foggy on your face while you ride his fingers and chase your release. Namjoon doesn't think he's seen anything more erotic in his entire life.

"Are you going to cum for me?" The gruff edge to his voice or perhaps the question seems to do it for you because before he knows it you're holding onto to him for dear life and he has to slot his mouth over yours to silence your suddenly sharp cries. His cock pulsing as he feels your walls hold onto his fingers so tightly that he can barely move them anymore and, your wetness drips down his palm.

"That's a good girl. You did so well for me," he says, kissing your neck and shoulder softly as he waits for you to come back to him. He takes notice of the way your walls momentarily clench from what he assumes is the praise. Well. He'd happily give you all the praise you wanted.

"You're ridiculously good with your fingers," you mutter, cupping his face and kissing him as though you have all the time in the world. Something dangerously close to love for you swells in him from the affection you pour into the kiss. You rest your forehead against his when you pull away, a small smile playing on your bruised lips.

"Thank you," is all his brain can come with right now with his fingers still nestled inside of you and being harder than he ever has been in his entire life.

"Would it be okay if I sucked you off?"

You're trying to kill him. This is what this is. An elaborate plot to end his life in an instant.

His cock very much likes the sound of that, however.

"You don't have to do that,"

"I know. I want to,"

He closes his eyes and tries to gain his bearings for a few seconds.

"Maybe next time. I don't want to cum in your mouth right now,"

The pout on your lips is surprising and unfairly attractive, "Why not?"

You really were going to make him spell it out for you, aren't you?

"I'd rather cum while I'm inside of you,"

His jaw clenches when he feels your walls clamp down on his fingers once more, a barely there whimper falling from your lips, "Kim Namjoon, you're going to be the death of me."

Funny you should say that because the feeling is mutual.

He does laugh at that. Pressing a kiss against your cheek, "And you think I'm dramatic. We can just stop here if you don't want to. Plus, I don't have any condoms on hand. I wasn't exactly...anticipating all of this."

"What in the world would make you think I'd want to stop now?" You ask, sounding genuinely baffled, "And on the topic of birth control, I'm on the pill."

His eyes close then, and he can't bite back a groan. You would really let him fuck you raw? He's not sure if you're insane for suggesting it or if he's insane for seriously considering it.

"If you're not comfortable with that we can just stop here. I'm not in a rush," you reassure him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple and it's then that Namjoon thinks he may lose his mind if he doesn't have you right now.

Without a word, he pulls you into another earth titling kiss, grinning against your mouth when you grip his fingers like a vice when he tugs on your hair and nips your lip. "You really don't know what you do to me," he breathes, easing his fingers out of you and chuckling darkly at the way you whimper from the loss. He might be pushing his luck here, but "Open."

He watches through lidded eyes as you eagerly suck on his fingers coated in your wetness. Your lashes fluttering behind your glasses and, your soaked slit grinding down on him in search of some sort of friction. "Such a good girl," he praises, kissing you while his hands fumble with his belt and the buttons of his pants. Relief coursing through him when manages to finally free himself. His cock slapping against his shirt covered stomach unceremoniously.

Your reaction to seeing him does fantastic things for his ego.

"You're...bigger than I anticipated," you breathe out, your eyes laser focused on his dick while your hands absentmindedly tug on his hair. "You thought about my dick? I'm flattered," he says with a smirk likely a touch too smug but, he can't help it. It's not every day the woman of your dreams casually mentions that she's fantasised about you and you have her spread out across your lap.

"I've thought about more than your dick but, it's featured in a fantasy or two," you laugh breathlessly, squirming in his lap.

"Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer then,"

When you slowly start to sink down on him, Namjoon knows he's a goner. His hands grip your soft hips for dear life as your warm, wet walls gradually accommodate him inch by inch. He's not sure where he wants to look more. Your pretty pussy stretching around him or the blissed out look on your beautiful face right now.

His hand impatiently tugs your dress down and he takes a hard nipple in his mouth both to distract you from the discomfort and, for the simple want to. His head spins when your pussy clenches around him at the contact. Needy hands tugging on his hair while you moan from the sensations.

"Nam-Namjoon," you moan out so brokenly and, he's pretty sure he's never heard a more beautiful sound. He might be inlove with you actually but, he shoves that thought aside as soon as it arises.

He grits his teeth when you slowly rise up and sink back down on him again, your nails biting into him as you try your best to establish a steady rhythm. "You're so beautiful," he groans as he watches you bounce on his cock. He  didn't intend for that thought to slip out but, he doesn't regret in the slightest when he watches your eyelids flutter and your pussy tightens around him.

You can't even coherently respond to him. Too lost in your own pleasure and the feeling of his cock to string together a sentence at the moment. Not that Namjoon can really blame you. Your walls are like a vice around him, and he feels his release approaching dangerously quickly. There's no way he's going to cum without atleast getting you to cum for him one more time.

One of his hands tugs on your hair to pull you down for another heated kiss. All teeth and tongue and spit. While the other reaches between your thighs, the corners of his mouth ticking up when you gasp against him as his fingers draw quick circles on your clit. Thankfully, he's a fast learner.

He nearly bites down on your lip when you cum. Velvety walls clenching and spasming around him while you cling onto him for purchase. I mean, is it really a shock that it doesn't take much more than that for him to follow suit?

Groans and stuttered curses leaving his lips when pulses inside of you. The symphony of your sounds of pleasure and heavy breathing all that can be heard as he fills you. Holding you to him while he rides out his intense release. He doesn't think he's ever cum this hard in his entire life. Guess that's what happens when you cum inside the love of your life.

Pushing that insane thought aside once more, he loosens his hold on you when he regains feeling in his body. The sticky combination of your releases dribbling out of you and down his groin but, he can't bring himself to care at the moment.

"Usually, people go on dates first, no?" You ask still sounding breathlessly but, he can hear the smile in your tone.

"Mmm yeah, usually they do but, I don't think there's anything wrong with doing things a little out of order,"

"You're not wrong. I hope you know this is my roundabout way of asking you out,"

The laugh that forces itself out of him is hearty and more carefree than he's felt in a concerningly long time.

"I'd love to go out with you, y/n."

[afyrian]

ch. 3 - the key to my heart m.list

    the warm morning air hits your face as you open the front door of ‘earthen kiln’. bright summer rays rise over the nearby buildings, bouncing against your sunglasses. locking the door behind you, you head off towards the main city center. very rarely do you leave the homey bubble of ‘earthen kiln’. except for the occasional monday where you make a few exchanges. 

  your first class on mondays get a fresh box of pastries cause you give extra mugs to the local diner. a pair of earrings when trading a small jewelry holder. even receiving a bouquet of flowers once a week in exchange for pots at ‘calico blooms’. so every monday morning, you go around and exchange all of your trinkets that you threw in the kiln. 

  ‘calico blooms’ is always your last stop, making sure you have extra time to talk with kiyoko. she's been there longer than your pottery shop has been down the street. even talking with a realtor friend of hers to get you a good deal on the place. making her store a good place to take a break and share a pastry. 

  the best part being when you open the front french doors, smelling the floral hints in the air. she's organized them in such a way that the stronger smelling flowers are towards the back, letting people ease into the aroma. almost immediately you're always greeted by her or one of her minions. this time though, it's her. 

  she stands up straight, hair pulled into a loose ponytail, stray hairs off to the side, "y/n! i see you brought pastries, i assume you have-"

  "a vanilla dipped donut with sprinkles? of course i do," you carry the box over to her stand, setting it down on the corner in case any customers decide to come in. 

  kiyoko gives you a soft smile, eagerly waiting for you to open the box and split it up for the two of you. even if it is a routine for the two of you, normalized and simple, it still brings a smile to her face every time. "so, what's up with the ‘onigiri miya’ guy? the whole square has been wondering about him. it's become so busy there that some of the other restaurants are getting worried," she takes her half of the donut from your hand, leaning her elbow against the counter.

  "okay- so his name is miya osamu, and i have no idea how to feel about him. i mean like he's been there for about a few weeks now and i'm still worried. like he seems really sweet, one time actually..." you start to reminisce of a memory from the last day, waving your hands as you talk, a few sprinkles falling.

  "l/n! i think you may have dropped something," a familiarly warm voice calls out for you, a sense of urgency hidden within.

  your head whips around quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. when you turn around you can see miya standing outside of ‘earthen kiln’s’ door, a key in his hand. his other hand is resting on his hip, fingers resting in front of his apron some. something about him in the morning glow makes your cheeks feel hot to the touch. 

  “i was cleaning tables and saw something shiny fell, figured it’d be important,” miya walks over to you, reaching the key out.

  resting your hand out, palm up, he sets it in your hand. just barely, his fingers graze your palm as it sends goosebumps up your arm. “thanks, miya, if i would’ve lost that, i don’t know what i would’ve done!” you let out a deep sigh, scratching behind your ear with your free hand. 

  “of course, and if we’re going to be neighbors for a while, why don’t you just call me osamu. if you ever meet my brother, it’ll help introductions immensely,” he gives you a warm smile, his stray hairs flowing back from the wind. 

  you nod, wondering if you’re ready for this kind of relationship with him. he seems nice, easy to talk to, yet you know that his store’s influence could negatively impact you. if you spend this whole time romancing him, you may forget about the thing most important to you, your passion, “okay… and you can call me y/n. it’s only fair if i’m calling you osamu.”

  “great, well, good luck on your journey,” he gestures towards your bag, looking at you in such a way that you’ve never seen before, “and if you ever need a key collector again, let me know.”

  “…it honestly made me feel a little giddy,” you admit, lowering your head to rest it in your hands, shaking it slightly as you realize how silly it all sounds. 

  kiyoko reaches a hand over, rubbing in a circular motion along your upper back, “it sounds sweet, and besides, even if he does put someone out of business, you can always ask him out for his money.”

  “c’mon.. you’re so ridiculous.”

  “i’m just saying! plus you seem to like him some, even if this ‘osamu’ could affect the square some, doesn’t mean you can’t find love. there’s someone across the street who co-owns the tattoo shop and honestly, it makes me nervous, but you have to go for what you want,” she removes her hand from your back, pulling your hand from your face and running her thumb along the back of your palm.

  you take in a deep breath and shrug your shoulders, pursing your lips, “yeah.. i just wish i knew what i wanted. and also, you’re not talking about kuroo, right?”

  “no! his co-owner, she- she’s great,” kiyoko shrugs her shoulders, closing her eyes in contentment. 

  there’s always been an air about kiyoko in which she seems to have it all together. the cute girl across the street, the shop that’s blooming wonderfully in the town, and not a single doubt that ‘onigiri miya’ will affect her business. even now, she stands there smiling to herself, completely in love with life. 

  “that’s great kiyoko, i can’t wait to go with you guys on a double date,” you lean forward, poking her shoulder, ignoring the nagging feeling deep down. 

a/n: i love you calico blooms, also check out eggy’s ‘inked’ which is a kiyoko smau!! also maybe a smau extra tomorrow for this <3 taglist: @causenessus @osakis-gf @eggyrocks @brkfclub @marisabel14

@bbybibi @etoiile @miyamoratsumuu @girlokarina @gsyche

@cherrypieyourface @zephestia @acowboykisser @whosmarjj @gumiiiiezzzz

[spiritual-entries]

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎!

This is the second post for an overview of various Greek deities. The formatting is the same as my post for Lord Hermes but this post will be about Lady Aphrodite! And if things seem a bit repeatative....well I apologise. I did use my Hermes post as a base and only changed the information provided.

Lady Aphrodite is fairly new to my list of deities I'm working with. She's a lovely goddess to honor and work with. Strict when needed but knows when to show you the love that you need. Praise be Lady Aphrodite!

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

Who is Aphrodite?

Epithets

Family Tree

Symbols & Associations

Offerings & Devotions

Festivals

Outro

Sources

Aphrodite is the Olympian goddess of love, procreation, seduction, beauty, pleasure, happiness, and war.

She is typically depicted as a beautiful woman with Eros by her side, and she is usually nude in ancient depictions of her.  

Pop Culture

Aphrodite is another fairly popular goddess. She can be seen in any media depicting Greek myths and featuring the Greek gods. Percy Jackson, Hades game, Epic the Musical, the list can go on.

There are many different epithets for Aphrrodite. What are epithets? Well they are essentially surnames for the gods to describe their different aspects. If you wish to call upon a specific aspect of a god you would use their epithet when talking with them.

Now for the different epithets of Aphrodite. I will be including the transliteration version of the names as the Greek names use special characters that I am unsure if it’ll even show up. So we’re getting close enough.

𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚜

A

Ambologêra

Postponer of Old Age

Apatouros

Deceptive One

Apostrophia

Averter of (Unlawful Desires)

Areia

Of Ares, Warlike

D

Dôritis

Bountiful

E

Epistrophia

She who Turns to (Love)

Euploia

Fair Voyage

H

Hêrê

Of Hera (of Marriage)

Hôplismenê

Armed

K

Kataskopia

Spying, Peeping

L

Limenia

Of the Harbour

M

Makhanitis

Deviser, Contriver

Melainis

Black (of Night)

Migôntis

Union (Marital)

Morphô

Of Shapely Form

N

Nikêphoros

Bringer of Victory

Nymphia

Bridal

O

Ourania

Heavenly, Divine (Love)

P

Pandêmos

Common to all people (Love)

Pontia

Of the Sea

Praxis

Action (Sexual)

Psithyristês

Whispering

S

Symmakhia

Ally (in Love)

X

Xenia

Of the Foreigner

Location Based

Akraia

Of the Heights

Amyklaios

Of Amyclea (Laconia)

Anadyomenê

Risen from the Sea

Eyrkinê

Of Eryx (Sicily)

Kastiniê

Of Mt. Castium (Pamphylia)

Kêpois

Of the Gardens

Knidia

Of Cnidus (Caria)

Kôlias

Of Colias (Attica)

Kythereia

Of Cytherea (Laconia)

Kypria

Of Cyprus

Paphia

Of Paphos (Cyprus)

Pyrênaia

Of Pyrenees Mts. (Gaul)

Syria

Of Syria, Syrian

𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚜

A

Aphrogeneia

Foam-Born

Aphrogenês

Foam-Born

D

Dia

Divine, Shining

Diôniaia

Daughter of Dione, Daughter of Zeus

Dios thugatêr

Daughter of Zeus

E

Eustephanos

Richly-Crowned, Well-Girdled

K

Khryseê

Golden

Kythereia

Of Cytherea (Laconia)

Kyprus

Of Cyprus

Kyprogenês

Of Cyprus-Born

Kyprogeneia

Of Cyprus-Born

Kyprogenêa

Of Cyprus-Born

P

Paphia

Of Paphos (Cyprus)

Paphiê

Of Paphos (Cyprus)

Philommeidês

Laughter-Loving

Philomeidês

Laughter-Loving

Philommêdês

Genital-Loving

Pothôn Mêtêr

Mother of Desire

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

FATHER ; 

       Zeus - King of the Gods

       Ouranos - primordial god of the sky

MOTHER ; 

Dione - titan goddess of the oracle of Dodona 

Hemera - primorial goddess of the day

Parents depend on the myth. Can be born of the genitals of Ouranos, Zeus & Dione, or Ouranos & Hemera

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

*If using the myth where Zeus is Aphrodite’s father. 

Lady Artemis 

Goddess of the Moon, the Hunt, Wild Animals & Wilderness, & Virginity

Lord Apollon 

God of the Sun, Prophecy, Truth, Music & Poetry, Archery, Healing, & Light

Lord Ares 

God of War

Lady Athena 

Goddess of War, Wisdom, & Arts & Crafts

Lord Hermes 

God of herds and flocks, travellers and hospitality, roads and trade, thievery and cunning, heralds and diplomacy, language and writing, athletic contests and gymnasiums, astronomy and astrology

Lord Hephaestus 

God of Fire, the Forge, Metalworking & Sculpting, Craftsmen, & Technology

Lord Dionysus

God of Wine, Fertility, & Theatre

*If using the myth where Ouranos is Aphrodite’s father. 

Kronos

King of the Titans and god of time

Koios, Krios, Iapetos

Elder Titans

Hyperion

Titan god of heavenly light

Okeanos

Primoridal titan god of fresh water

Theia

Titan goddess of sight and the shining ether of the bright, blue sky

Rheia

Titan mother of the gods, goddess of female fertility, motherhood, and generation

Themis

Titan goddess of divine law and order

Mnemosyne

Titan goddess of memory and remembrance, the inventress of language and words

Tethys

Titan goddess of the primal font of fresh water which nourishes the earth

Brontes, Steropes, Arges

The Elder Kyklopes

Briareos, Kottos, Gyes

The Hekatonkheires

The Erinyes 

(Furies)

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗

Anteros - god of reciprocal (or unrequited) love // Son of Ares & Aphrodite

Beroe - goddess of the city of Beroe // daughter of Adonis & Aphrodite // wife of Poseidon

Deimos - god of fear // son of Ares & Aphrodite

Eros - Winged god of love // son of Aphrodite 

Erotes - winged godlings of love // sons of Aphrodite

Harmonia - goddess of harmony // daughter of Ares & Aphrodite 

Hermaphroditos - hermaphroditic daimon // son of Hermes & Aphrodite

Himeros - god of desire, twin to Eros // Son of Aphrodite

Iakkhos - god of the Eleusian Mysteries // son of Dionysus & Aphrodite

Peitho - goddess of persuasion and seduction // daughter of Aphrodite in some myths

Phobos - got of panic // son of Ares & Aphrodite

Pothos - god of sexual longing // son of Aphrodite // one of the Erotes 

Priapos - god of garden fertility // son of Aphrodite & Dionysus, Zeus, or Adonis

Rhodos - goddess of the islam of Rhodes // wife of Helios // daughter of Aphrodite & Poseidon

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕  𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗

Aeneas - prince of Dardania // son of Aphrodite & Ankhises

Astynoos - prince of Syria // son of Aphrodite & Phaethon

Eryx - king of Sicily // son of Aphrodite & Argonaut Boutes

Herophilos - one of the sibyl prophetesses // daughter of Poseidon & Aphrodite

Lyros - prince of Dardania in the Troad // son of Aphrodite & Ankhises

𝚂𝚢𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚜

Dove

Apples

Myrtle-Wreath

Flowers

Hearts

Mirror

𝙰𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜

Hare

Turtle Dove

Sparrow

Goose

Swan 

Bees

Dolphins

𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝

Red Rose

Anemone

Apple

Narcissus / Daffodil

Myrtle

Myrrh

Lettuce

Pomegranate

Strawberries

Oranges

Pears

𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜/𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

garnet

Ruby

Rose Quartz

Pearls

Diamond

Sapphire

Aquamarine

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜

pink 

red

blue

green 

white

gold

𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Water

𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝

Venus

Aster Aphrodites

𝙳𝚊𝚢

Friday

Hemera Aphrodites

𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜

Can really be any card that you decide to use as an identifier between you and Lady Aphrodite. These are just some suggestions. 

The Empress

The Star

The Lovers 

These are just suggestions! You can always find a different offering or devotional act based on your own personal associations and practice. And if you can’t provide any physical offerings, that’s okay. Devotional acts or digital offerings are just as good. 

This list consists of UPG and SPG suggestions. 

Offerings

Images of associations

Jewellery

Perfume

Bath salts

Scented lotions / body or hair products 

Seawater

Seashells

Sand

Markup

feathers

Foods & Drinks

red wine

Olive oil

Fruit

Honey

Chocolate

Sweets

Vanilla

Cinnamon

water

Devotional Acts

acts of self care & self love

Caring for your mental and physical health

Collect seashells 

Visit the beach or a nearby body of water

Support sex workers

Doing things that make you feel confident/beautiful/empower you

Honor her children and Ares

Stand up for yourself and what you believe in 

Prayer to Aphrodite

Beloved Aphrodite, goddess who grants to us the greatest of joys, the harshest of sorrows, the sharpest of pleasures, the dearest of pains.

Aphrodite, freshest of Olympos’ flowers, your lightest touch can turn the hearts of men towards love; with voice sweet as honey, sweet as wine, you speak words of persuasion, we hear and heed, rapt in wonder.

O Aphrodite, grace and beauty surround you, where you pass, the roses bloom, with sweetest scent and sharpest thorn: with reckless hands we grasp them.

Aphrodite, born of blood in the cold salt sea, born of the fallen sky, goddess whose kindness can be so brutal, who cruelty we cherish, blessed are your children, blessed those your favor, blessed those who have felt your might, blessed those who dwell in your domain.

Aphrodite, honored one, incomparable one, with each breath I praise you.

Aphrodisia

Festival dedicated to Aphrodite, celebrated in a number of towns, particularly in Cyprus. no bloody sacrifices were allowed to be offered, instead, they focused more on pure fire, flowers, and incense.

Kinyrades

Summer festival celebrated in Paphos, Cyprus.

Adonia

Festival mourning the death of Adonis and celebrating him becoming a god. Adonia celebrated the return of Spring and typically includes spring flowers with other offerings.

𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜

Adonia

Aphrodisia

Theoi Summary

Theoi

A Guide to Worship

Greek Gods Cheat Sheet

Prayers to Aphrodite

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

IM BACK! i have been gone for a hot minute because my life caught on actual fire, but im back and better than ever baby <3

to make up for it, i'm posting two different snippets from two different fics, one firstprince and one tarlos! enjoy! thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, and @inflarescent for the tag!

agent reyes

TK greets him in the morning with a cup of coffee. 

The cup is made to perfection, and Carlos is seriously starting to doubt how much Paul is really involved in TK’s agenda here. 

Carlos murmurs a quiet thank you instead of screaming like he really wants to and approaches Marjan, who’s in a hoodie with the hood up, furiously typing. 

“Marj, have you even slept today?” 

“No sleep when we have a crime syndicate to take down.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, “but I have access to information that the CIA has spent years compiling. Why are you botheri- oh.”

Marjan flips her laptop around and Carlos is startled to find a clone of Sean Cunningham’s l staring back at him. “Marjan, what the fuck? How the hell did you – what?”

“Turns out Cunningham’s lackeys are kind of idiots because the video was sent from Cunningham’s main compound, where he stays. Really, the asshole apparently hasn’t ever heard of a firewall–”

Paul, who’s wandered over, interrupts her. “Marj, get to the point. You do this every time.”

Marjan rolls her eyes but continues. “I traced IP addresses back from the ransom video that was sent to TK’s email address and from there I hacked into his Wi-Fi connection–”

“Marjan, I don’t think any of the intel departments at Langley can do this.” Carlos is staring at her in awe.

She smirks at him, before continuing. “You fools need to stop interrupting me. Anyway, I just hacked through the four laptops hooked up to the Wi-Fi connection until I figured out which one was his. Voila!”

Carlos ducks down, pressing a palm flat to the table as he scrolls through the laptop. “Marjan, this is insane – we have data here that I could only dream of having.”

Marjan smiles tiredly, sipping at the mug of coffee Nancy hands her. “Babe, I think coffee is the last thing I need right now, but thank you. I love you very much,” she says while pressing the mug into Paul’s hands, “but Paul and Carlos are going to play now. We,” Marjan says, pulling Nancy close, “are going to go to bed now. ” Judd whistles from where he is in the kitchen, drawing a laugh out of everyone in the room. 

Nancy wraps her arms around Marjan in reply, “You heard her, gentlemen. I will be taking my girlfriend to bed now, and I expect no interruptions. My girlfriend needs her beauty sleep. It’s decaf, by the way!” she says, her voice faraway now.

alex runs for congress

“Politics hasn’t been my dream for almost twelve years, sweetheart,” Alex says softly, not really making eye contact with Henry.

“Alex, I know what happened with Richards and the emails was brutal, but we have nothing holding us back like that anymore and –”

“It’s not Richards, Hen, it’s you.”

That stops Henry cold, and he looks at Alex, mouth open in shock. “What do you mean?” Alex stays quiet, and Henry pushes further. “Alex, what do you mean?”

Alex continues to avoid eye contact with Henry as he starts talking again. “That night I came to Kensington Palace, you told me you wouldn’t trade one prison for another. You’re barely free from the Crown, Henry, and I don’t want to drag you into the circus of American politics, not when you hated being in the public eye so much, to the point that it almost cost me you. I refuse to let anything cost me you again, so I put all my dreams in a little box and locked it away, because I would rather live a quiet life with you and immigration law than a loud one alone in Congress. I was wine drunk at one of Mom’s fundraisers when I was talking to Erica about wanting to flip Texas again, and I didn’t think it would ever really come up again.”

Henry doesn’t answer, grabbing Alex’s face between his hands and pressing a featherlight kiss to his lips before resting their foreheads together. “Love, I didn’t realize you had that in the back of your mind, and that this was what is stopping you from entering politics. Listen to me,” he says, moving them so he’s looking at Alex eye to eye, “nothing is going to stop me from spending the rest of my goddamn life with you. You could lose your job, become a house husband, or go on to become the president of the United States, and I would not care.” Henry takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Do you want this, Alex? Like without the influence of anything else, deep down, do you want this? Do you want to run?”

i'm gonna tag @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @paperstorm, @bonheur-cafe, @chaotictarlos and @lightningboltreader!

[northwest-by-a-train]

Mutual 1: I wish someone could kill me so I could be reincarnated as a saxophone solo in Al Stewart's 1991 song Year of the cat

Mutual 2: Horror keeps piling upon horror and we will live old and wrinkled in this time of horrors. The only cure is to post black and white pictures of men who have problems

Mutual 3: killing baby Caesar does lengthen the lifespan of the roman empire by ~350 years, as it dissolves into some sort of federalist-feudalist structure not unlike the Holy Roman Empire. The main difference is that a sort of loose syncretic pan-imperial polytheism is the dominant religion, leading to Icelandic temples of Isis and Ethiopian temples of Epona. As such, this timeline was spared the drawbacks of a centralized state-enforced organized religion. The main drawback is that being a furry is considered blasphemy by the vast majority of humanity.

Mutual 4: if Pendleton Ward does not make Mr Cupcake a Trotskyist I will set the cartoon network offices on fire

Mutual 5: if Serial Experiments Lain was made today they would make her cis. Well. Not on my watch

Mutual 6: Can we take a minute here and normalize arms trading? Marginalized communities need those 3D-printed untraceable ghost guns with Family Guy muzzles, I need to make a living since I was thrown out of the commune by Hannah-Arendts-Strap (message me for details), Seth MacFarlane needs people to watch season 27. But Academia will talk about Kant's white-ass categorical imperative to argue no one should sell guns. Typical.

Mutual 7: I am in your walls. Why is there lead paint on your radium plumbing my dude. You know that's not aryuvedic.

Mutual 8: I'm sorry but Robespierre was a scapegoat of most of the French revolution's atrocities, and bourgeois reactionary elements have tried to turn him into a proto-totalitarian crazed madman, but the historical record paints a much more complex picture. Which is why I don't believe he would ever whip Danton's ass like you just wrote. He would be the one wearing the ball gag. How can I make you see the truth my brother ?

Mutual 9: Arabic and Eastern European poetry have been superior throughout the late 20th/early 21st century. We also have the best cigarettes. If we keep going we can surround Constantinople in the next decade, and restore the Palaiologos to their rightful place.

Mutual 10: The callout posts are true. Reflecting on it, it was obvious that our attempt to create a secret #LiberateBelize discord channel without British people was chavphobic. We are listening and learning.

Mutual 11: Pinkie Pie could negotiate the Oslo Accords, but Bill Clinton could never bag pony Weird Al

Mutual 12: If I think about Betty Groff for more than two seconds I'll divorce my husband. I got the papers and everything. But I won't. I'm brave like that. #ChristianLove

Mutual 13:

Mutual 14: I was visited by the virgin Mary last night. Again. She told me I can't make my girlfriend pregnant like that. Again. But I know Ron L. Hubbard is with me, and it's all that matters.

Mutual 15: Mustard gas doesn't even taste like mustard. You guys lied to me. My Mac & Cheese is ruined.

Mutual 16: Stop saying my think tank advocates killing orphans. We're pro-harvesting organs in youth correctional facilities for reduced sentences !!! But again we see the pro-carceral bias inherent to Lutherans. Have you guys even read Angela Davis ?

Mutual 17: Here's my solution to the Israel-Palestine conflict: spend a hundred billion dollars for multiversal research, reach the mirror universe. Israelis get the biblical kingdom of Israel borders on this earth, Palestinians get the 1948 borders in the mirror universe. I think this is the fairest deal America can offer at this time.

Mutual 18: I tried to live the life of a restless European adventurer in Macau playing roulette and serving as a mercenary to various conglomerates. Turns out they also charge rent there. And income is taxable too. And I bet everything on Red. And I don't speak Mandarin, Cantonese or Portuguese. Help me pay for my flight home! 6¢/50 000$ collected!

Mutual 19: Yeah the canonization of Bolaño as the latest LatAm literary genius speaks to a sort of general malaise in post-colonial literature due to the collapse of magical realism as a viable tradition for meaningful political messaging. So the literature of unease and obsession and maladjustment itself is canonized, like an oyster canonizing the grain of sand that's tearing it apart. The fact that no other major voice has really appeared on the continent within the past 20 years should tell us this isn't working. Which is why the Brazilian JoJo fandom has a unique opportunity to meaningfully impact the course of world literature. #Multipolarity

Mutual 20: wow guys someone left a tray of perfectly good Mac & Cheese on a windowsill! Yummy!

Mutual 21: Did medieval surgeons pulling teeth get erections? I wouldn't normally ask this of my followers but I'm arguing about Sex Work with the ghost of Andrea Dworkin and I need hard evidence (no pun intended lol)

Mutual 22: Electro-Swing is a Belgian psy-op. I can't prove it, but I know it

Mutual 23: I'm the first neutered catgirl to be tried in a military court. But I know I'm not the last.

Mutual 24: Did you guys know you could eat olives? The thing they make oil from? I ordered three kilos of motors, so I can eat it with my roommate's Mac & Cheese

Mutual 25: Anglicans, amirite ? [Sounds of raucous applause]

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || In A Kingdom Not So Far Away

Previous

"No! No way in hell." Gregory responded, when Rick had shared that they were going to fight back, against the Saviours. "That was not the deal. You people swore you could take the Saviours out and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done, null and void, all right? We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met."

"But we have." Natalia replied. "We saved your life."

"Nope. We don't know each other." He corrected. Sitting in his chair. "I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees, at great personal risk."

"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie and Sasha saved this place. Your courage was inspiring." Jesus sassed, his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey, don't you work for me?" Gregory asked him. "Aren't we friends?"

"Gregory, we already started this." Rick jumped in.

"You started it."

"We did. And we're gonna win."

"These are killers."

"Is this how you want to live? Under their thumb, killing your people?" Rick asked him.

"S-Sometimes we don't get to choose what our lives look like. Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessings you have."

"How many people can we spare?" Maggie stepped forward. "How many people her can fight?"

"We?" Gregory scoffed. "I don't even know how many people we have Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean-- w-w-what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers? 'Cause that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna want to fight."

"You're wrong." Tara spoke up, she was stood at the back of the room with Daryl and Natalia. "When people have the chance to do the right thing they usually step up. I mean, people just..."

"L-let me stop you before you break into song, okay?" He cleared his throat. "And by the way who would train all this cannon fodder?"

"I will."

"Give me a week."

"Me." Sasha, Rosita and Natalia all responded.

"Rhetorical okay?"

"Wrong. You scared, pathetic weasel of a man, hiding in your office, petrified of your own shadow, the people of Hilltop are not weak, you are, if you want to waste away, acting as a slave to the Saviours, fine by me, go ahead, but we're not gonna let your people go down with you, I will personally turn all these people into fighters, if I have to." Natalia stepped forward, glaring at the man.

"Sorry honey, I never quite caught your name." Gregory told her.

"Natalia."

"Well, Natalia, I don't wanna know. I never want to hear another word about any of it ever. You're lucky I'm letting you here."

Daryl grabbed a hold of his wife, pulling her back with Tara, as she was about to lunge at the old man.

"Would we be better off without the Saviours, yes or no?" Rick intervened.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay" He shrugged.

"So, what will you do to fix the problem?" Michonne stepped up.

"I didn't say we had a problem. You did. And what happens outside of my purview is outside of my purview."

"What the hell man. You're either with us or you ain't." Daryl told him. "You're sitting there talking out of both sides of your mouth."

"Well, I... I think I've made my position very clear. And I want to thank all of you for not being here today and not having this meeting with me, or... or being seen on your way out. In other words, go out the back."

They headed out the room, Daryl had his fingers in the loops of Natalia's jeans as he pushed her forwards, though it didn't stop her from kicking one of the fancy chairs over, she didn't care at all if she looked childish.

"Walking ballsack." Rosita commented.

"Wanna knock that idiot's teeth out." Sasha said.

"Yeah, well, we don't need him anyway." Daryl decided.

"Yeah, that's right. 'Cause we have Maggie and Sasha and Jesus here." Rick agreed.

"And, Enid." Maggie added when a door opened, Enid walking into the house.

"What's wrong?" Sasha asked her.

"Nothing. Just..." She let out a chuckle. "Come outside."

They left the house, seeing that the people of Hilltop gathered around.

"What's going on?" Maggie asked.

"Hey. So, if you don't remember, I'm Bertie." One of the women said. "And I owe my life to you all, twice over. A bunch of us do. Enid says that you want Gregory to get us to fight the Saviours with you. Is that true?"

"Yes." Maggie nodded.

"Do you think we can win, that we really could beat them?" Bertie asked. "Us?"

"I do."

"Enid says you could show us the way. I'm ready."

"Me too."

"Yeah."

"Let's do this."

"Let's do it."

"I'm in."

The people of Hilltop volunteered.

"It's a start." Michonne said, as the group walked away from the house.

"We'll get more." Sasha told her.

"It still won't be enough." Rosita commented.

"No, it won't."

"It's gonna have to do." Natalia said.

"Well, we find the right stuff, then maybe we don't need the numbers. Blow 'em up, burn 'em to the ground."

"You said there weren't just soldiers with the Saviours, that there were workers there. People didn't have a choice." Tara told Daryl.

"We gotta win."

"We have to. People like the Saviours don't get to live." Natalia agreed. "If they're there, they made a choice."

"We need more hands, another group. Negan has outposts. The geography, the distance works against us. We gotta get back." Rick said. "If they come looking for Daryl and Natalia, we need to be there."

"You don't have to get back." Jesus stopped them, causing the group to turn around, to face him. "Not yet. It's one of theirs, long range. We can listen in, keep track of them." He held up a radio.

"So, if we're not going back, what are we doing, then?" Michonne asked.

"I think it's time we introduced you to Ezekiel. King Ezekiel."

"King?" Rick repeated the word everyone was stuck on.

The group loaded up in a mini-van, Rick driving, Jesus in the passenger seat.

The car was cramped, Carl, Sasha and Tara were seated in the back, whilst Michonne, Rosita, Daryl and Natalia were sat in the middle, Natalia on Daryl's lap, considering there were no other seats.

"Hey, Natalia, have I ever mentioned that I can read palms." Michonne told her.

"No, I don't think so." Natalia was clueless to her intentions.

"Yeah, I'm really good, go on, pass me your left hand, I'll see what lies ahead for your future."

"Hope it's winning a war." Daryl scoffed.

Natalia handed out her left hand, momentarily forgetting what was on her ring finger.

"Ha, I knew it!" Michonne said in victory, snatching at her hand before she could hide.

"Woah! You're married?" Rosita asked, looking over.

Rick turned in his seat, looking over before turning back to the road.

"Is it to... Neg-"

"No!" Natalia cut her off, as Daryl's arm tightened around her. "God no, don't ever say that to me again."

"Who then?" Sasha asked.

"Are y'all seriously that dumb?" Natalia asked.

All eyes turned to the man she was sat on.

She grabbed his left hand, showing it off.

"Wait, you guys are together?" Tara asked, Natalia forgot that she had been away the whole time throughout their relationship, letting it sink in how little time it had actually been. "About time."

"I'm gonna get Father Gabriel to officiate it when we get back." Natalia shared. "Speaking of which, what day is it?" She dug in her pocket for the handwritten marriage certificate.

"April 22nd." Michonne answered. "Do you want to explain?"

"Nah, don't need to, just accept it." Daryl replied.

"We are, but this is like a massive thing, when did it even happen?" Rick asked from the front, glancing at the couple in the rear view mirror.

"Last night. After we got to the Hilltop" Natalia answered. "Sorry, didn't know we were in an interview."

"Well, I'll be the first to say it, then, congratulations, Nat and Daryl." Jesus told them.

"Thank you, Jesus, means a lot, we'll invite you to the ceremony." Natalia said, as Daryl shook the mans hand, before looking at his wife.

"We ain't having no ceremony."

"Its where we're gonna get drunk, and get the papers legalised by the priest, idiot."

"In that case, congrats Nat and Daryl on getting hitched." Tara said from the back, putting out her fist for the couple to bump with theirs, which they did.

"Happy for you guys." Carl smiled.

"Thanks kid." Daryl nodded at him, as Natalia reached over, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, guess you guys weren't having fun after all." Rosita teased.

"Congrats." Sasha nodded, she smiled, but it wasn't all the way there.

"Thank you guys, glad to know that some people are happy for me, for us." Natalia cleared her throat.

"Do you mean me? Nat, I'm mad that you didn't tell me earlier, I had to find out for myself." Michonne turned to her.

"Mad at me? It was kind of a in the moment decision, we didn't really plan it, I'm sorry. Besides, it's one of my several steps in my revenge program." She was only half joking, Daryl understood this, but he knew that she loved him and did want to marry him for real, he was also heavily aware of how petty the woman was.

"Your middle names Isabelle?" Michonne looked at the marriage certificate. "I know nothing about you."

"You know all there is that you need to know about me." Natalia told her.

"We're here." Jesus cut the conversation off, pointing ahead at the rundown building, that was being overthrown by flora.

Rick stopped the car, him and Jesus getting out.

"It's called the kingdom?" Rick asked.

Daryl opened the door, giving everyone in the confided space some fresh air.

"Yeah." Jesus confirmed. "I didn't name it."

"How much farther?"

"Well, technically, we're already here." Jesus told him. "I mean, we're always here, but here we are, at the Kingdom. Well, its outer edge."

"Hey, what the hell we waitin' on?" Daryl asked out the open door, as Natalia stretched her legs.

"Waiting for them." Jesus pointed ahead.

Two men on horses approached them, they were wearing, what looked like baseball gear to protect themselves.

"Who dares to trespass on the sovereign land of the- Oh, shit. Jesus, is that you?" One of the men asked.

Jesus waved at them.

"Are these guys for real?" Natalia whispered to the people in the car.

"Shut up." Michonne replied as she also got out the car.

"Who are all these people. Paul?" The other man asked.

"Hi, Richard." Jesus greeted him. "Nice to see you."

"It's good to see you, too." Richard responded. "Your friends, who are they?"

"This is Rick Grimes. He's the leader of a like-minded community. These are some of his people. We would like to request an audience with King Ezekiel."

Richard got off his horse, a gun was in his hand as he walked over to them.

"Get out of the car." He looked at the three other people still in there, which they did. "You say they're a like-minded community. Like-minded how?"

"We live, we trade, we fight the dead. Sometimes others."

He seemed to get the memo.

"Line up." He told the group.

"Okay. This is a waste of time." Daryl concluded. "Come on, lets go."

Daryl walked back to the car, but the others gathered.

"Maybe you're right." Richard said. "The King is a busy man. We don't usually allow a pack of strangers to waltz through our door."

"A pack?" Natalia repeated, she wasn't some animal.

"We want to make the world less dangerous" Michonne took over. "And we are all here to show the King how serious we are about that."

"The car stays outside. You gotta hand over your guns." Richard told him.

"We only have two." Rick replied, Natalia didn't even have any weapons, which she was still annoyed about, they were still under possession at the Sanctuary.

Rick and Carl handed over their guns.

"Okay." Richard nodded, taking the guns. "Follow me."

He led them towards the Kingdom, Richard and Jesus walked together, talking, the others couldn't clearly hear what they were saying.

The Kingdom was far more than what Natalia was expecting.

It was a whole community, more than what Alexandria was. Plants and gardens were everywhere, men, women and children walking around the place carefree or working, and their buildings were huge.

"They have the numbers." Michonne pointed out.

"But can they fight?" Rosita asked an very important question.

"Oh, they can fight" Jesus told her.

"Maybe." Daryl said.

"Is that a baby goat?" Natalia gasped, looking at a small gathering of animals.

"Morgan?" Tara spotted the man, catching everyone's attention.

He was stood with Richard, before noticing them, heading over.

"Hey." He smiled, hugging the woman.

"How do you know each other?" Richard asked when Sasha hugged Morgan, no one else bothered to.

"We go back to the start." Rick answered.

"Well, the King is ready to see you."

The group followed into the building, Daryl and Natalia were at the end of the group.

"Did you find Carol?" Rick asked Morgan.

"I did, yeah."

"What do you mean?" Natalia asked, did the woman go missing?

"Where is she, is she okay?" Daryl stepped in.

"She was here, and then she left." Morgan told the couple. "You know, she wasn't too happy, me following her. She wanted to get away from us, from everyone. But when I found her, she was shot. It was just a graze. I got her back here. They got doctors. They're good."

"Was it them?"

"It was." He nodded. "She had crossed with some of them, and one of them followed her, tried to kill her, but I stopped him. I killed him. I had to."

"Good." Natalia folded her arms. "They don't get to live, none of them do."

"That's right." Rick nodded.

"Carol was here. She got help. Now she's gone." Morgan told them.

Natalia's jaw dropped when they walked into the auditorium.

"That's a- That's a fucking tiger, there's a tiger." She hissed, hitting Daryl's arm as the others stared.

"Staring right at it, stop hitting me, girl." He told her, as she linked her arm with his, using him as a human shield if need be.

"Jesus!" A man sat on top of a throne said, in a booming voice. "It pleases me to see you, old friend."

"It pleases him, indeed!" A man on his right said.

"Jerry." King Ezekiel side eyed the man. "Tell me, what news do you bring good King Ezekiel? Are these new allies you've brought me?"

"Indeed, they are, Your Majesty." He turned to the group. "This is... Oh, right. I forgot to mention that..."

"Tiger." Natalia repeated in an hoarse voice, cracking at the word, pulling Daryl closer to her as she looked over his shoulder, her fingernails digging into her skin, when the tiger let out a roar.

"This is Rick Grimes, the leader of Alexandria." Jesus introduced as they walked closer. "And these are some of his people."

"I welcome you all to the Kingdom, good travellers. Now, what brings you to our fair land? Why do you seek an audience with the King?"

Daryl pulled Natalia to stand in one of the rows of chairs.

"Ezekiel. King Ezekiel." Rick corrected himself. "Alexandria, The Hilltop, and the Kingdom, all there of our communities have something in common. We all serve the Saviours. Alexandria already fought them once, and we won. We thought we took out the threat, but we didn't know then what we know now. We only beat one outpost. We've been told you have a deal with them, that you know them. Then you know they rule through violence and fear."

King Ezekiel looked towards Jesus.

"Your Majesty, I only told them of the..."

"Our deal with the Saviours is not known among my people." The king cut him off. "For good cause. We made you a party to that secret when you told us of the Hilltop's own travails, but we did not expect you to share..."

"We can help each other."

"Don't interrupt the King." Jerry told Jesus.

"We brought you into our confidence. Why did you break it?"

"Because I want you to hear Rick's plans."

The King looked back at their leader.

"And what plans have you, Rick Grimes of Alexandria?"

"We came to ask the Kingdom, to ask you, to join us in fighting the Saviours, fighting for freedom for all of us." Rick told him.

"What you are asking is very serious."

"Several of our people, good people, were killed by the Saviours, brutally." Michonne stepped forward.

"Who?" Morgan asked.

"Abraham." Rosita answered. "And Glenn. Spencer, Olivia. Eugene was taken. They took Daryl and Natalia. They escaped. Every second the both of them are out here, they're a target."

Natalia leant her head on her husbands back, removing her nails from his arms and wrapping them around his waist as they listened to the woman.

"You gonna say you were right?" Rosita asked Morgan.

"No.... I'm... I'm just real sorry they're gone." He answered.

"Negan murdered Glenn and Abraham, beat them to death."

"Terrorized the Hilltop, set loose walkers just to make a point." Sasha added.

"I used to think the deal was something we could live with." Jesus said, speaking to the king now. "A lot of us did. But that's changing. So let's change the world, Your Majesty."

"I want to be honest about what we're asking." Rick started. "My people are strong, but there's not enough of us. We don't have guns... not enough, at least. Not a lot of weapons, period."

"We have people." Richard said. "And weapons. If we strike first, together, we can beat them. Your Majesty, no more waiting for things to get worse beyond what we can handle. We set things right. The time is now."

"Morgan, what say you?" King Ezekiel asked.

Natalia dreaded the mans response.

"Me?" He asked.

"Speak." The King encouraged.

"People will die. A lot of people, and not just the Saviours." He said. "It... If we can find another way, we have to. Maybe it's just about Negan, just capturing him, holding him. Maybe... I..."

"The hour grows late." King Ezekiel stood from his throne. "Rick Grimes of Alexandria... you have given the King much to ponder."

"Well, when I was a kid, uh, my mother told me a story. There was a road to a kingdom, and there was a rock in the road. And people would just avoid it, but horses would break their legs on it and die, wagon wheels would come off. People would lose the goods they'd be coming to sell. That's what happened to a little girl. The cask of beer her family brewed fell right off. It broke. Dirt soaked it all up, and it was gone. That was her family's last chance. They were hungry. They didn't have any money. She just... sat there and cried, but... she wondered why it was still there... for it to hurt someone else. So she dug at that rock in the road with her hands till they bled, used everything she had to pull it out. It took hours. And then... when she was gonna fill it up, she saw something in it. It was a bag of gold."

"Alright." Jerry smiled, the teenage boy who was stood next to the large man, looked at him, confused, so had the others.

"The king had put that rock in the road" Rick continued. "Because he knew the person who dug it out, who did something, they deserved a reward. They deserved to have their life changed for the good... forever."

"I invite you all to sup with us and stay till the morrow." King Ezekiel declared.

"Yeah, we need to get back home." Rick replied.

"I shall deliver my decree in the morn." He then banged his staff on the floor, ending the meeting.

The next morning, Richard led them to the auditorium once again.

A group of people, in the gear, were running around the Kingdom, in formation.

Another stood around bullseyes, learning and training on Archery, a one legged woman was hitting the middle of the targets every time.

"This is life here." King Ezekiel told them. "Everyday, but it came at a cost." He turned to face them, instead of the archers. "And I wanted more of this. I wanted to expand. To create more places like this. Men and women lost their limbs. Children lost their parents because I sent them into battle against the wasted when I did not need to."

"This is different." Rick told him.

"It isn't." He disagreed.

"It is." Rick repeated. "The dead don't rule us. The world doesn't look like this outside your walls. People don't have it as good. Some people don't have it good at all."

"I have to worry about my people." Ezekiel gave his answer.

"You call yourself a damn king. You sure as hell don't act like one." Daryl told him.

"All of this... came at a cost." King Ezekiel approached him, Natalia was getting antsy, the last thing they needed was Daryl fighting the man. "It was lives, arms, legs." He turned back to Rick. "The peace we have with the Saviours is uneasy, but it is peace. I have to hold on to it. I have to try. Although the Kingdom cannot grant you the aid you desire, the King is sympathetic to your plight. I offer our friends Daryl and Natalia asylum as long as they require it. They will both be safe here. The Saviours do not set foot inside our walls."

"How long do you think that's gonna last?" Daryl asked him, he then walked off.

The others followed him.

Natalia caught up to walk with him, she was boiling with rage, but she was disappointed, it looked like a losing battle.

"Hey." Daryl tapped her arm with the back of his, noticing the downcast expression on her face. "We're gonna win this, they're gonna die, he's gonna rot in hell, for everything he put us through, through everything he put you through, I promise."

"I know." But she didn't sound all too convincing.

"So, the Kingdom has to get involved, or the Saviours will always be in charge." Richard's conversation with Rick and Morgan caught their attention as they fell back to walk with them. "It isn't about soldiers. We're making them stronger. The more food we give them, the more arms, the more everything, everyday any of us give them something, they become harder and harder to beat."

"All right, open it up. We're gone." Daryl told the people at the gate.

They listened, opening up the large doors.

"You're not." Rick told him as the others walked out. "Neither of you." He gestured to Natalia as well.

"We ain't staying here."

"You have to. It's the smartest play. You know it is."

"Rick, I have to get home, I need to." Natalia told him. "What about Evie and Sul- I have to get home." She had briefly forgot about what had happened at the gates of Alexandria, her heart hurting all over again at the memory.

"No, you need to be here. Try to talk to Ezekiel." He then looked at Daryl. "Or stare him into submission. Whatever it takes. We'll be back soon."

"But I promised her, I have to." Natalia tried. "She needs me."

"You know exactly what will happen if you go back, I'm not letting that happen, we're taking care of her, she's safe, and we're gonna make sure it stays that way, I'll make sure of it, you have my word."

Natalia's shoulders dropped as Daryl slid a finger into her belt loop, keeping her there, he wasn't happy about it either, but Rick was right.

Michonne ran back to them.

"Give it here." She told Natalia.

"What?" Natalia asked her.

"The certificate, you guys are gonna be legal by the time you get back to us, I promise. Mr and Mrs Dixon." She teased, smiling at the pair.

"Oh my god." Natalia dug through her jeans, grabbing the piece of paper, passing it to her friend.

"I love you, both of you, stay here." She kissed each of their heads, shoving the folded up bit of paper in her pocket. "Stay here, don't do anything rash." She pointed at the woman.

"She ain't gonna." Daryl assured.

Rick and Michonne then left the gates as they shut behind them, leaving the two there.

"We're gonna kill him." Natalia said.

"Yes, we will." Daryl agreed.

"Babe, come on, I wanna go see those baby goats." She stared ahead, her expression was still frustrated as she headed for the animals, Daryl followed.

Next

[imnotherelolllll]

(maggotnizer) Daud x human reader

My boyfriend, Daud...went missing three years ago. At the age of 21. I approached the abandoned building, thanks to a tip from a friend saying he might have saw him here. Hopefully he's here, if not, I'll keep fucking searching. No biggie. Before I could take another step, a bag was placed over my head...and I was hunched on someones furry shoulder....it wasn't daud's...for sure.

The bag was eventually taken off...and I was face to face with a white/tan and black utonagan husky mix...clad in black tactical pants and a bloody tank top. He raised his hand to strike me, but I spoke up first.

"WAIT! Before you kill me...let me ask a question."

"What damnit?" Donovan snapped.

"Before you torture me, answer me this...do you know or work with a guy named Daud....I got a tip from someone saying he's a mercenary who hangs out here."

Donovan gaze softened a little...

"Yeah...why....you know him or something?"

"Yeah...I guess you could say that...."

Donovan was about to speak again...but cut off by the click of a 1911.

"Untie him....and give him to me." I heard....a very....family....deep and soothing voice. Daud.

I knew it was him before he revealed himself....his muscular strong furry coyote build showing under that black Tshirt of his...he was also wearing some white sweatpants....and with that...Donovan gave me to Daud...who carried me over his furry shoulder to his room in this so called abandoned building inhabited by mercenaries.

"I'll explain everything....just later."

"Alright...I'm not in a rush.''

We went into his room...he set me down on his bed...and started to clean his handgun....

After an hour he was still cleaning.

"Can we talk now?"

I heard a grunt in response.

"You still...l-love me right?"

He turned towards me...threw his shirt off in a heartbeat....and started to kiss me...I took my shirt off aswell.

"Guess that's a yes...."

He told me everything...about the cage fights...the scar under his eye....everything.

"Oh buddy...I love you....P-please...don't ever leave me again."

"Don't worry....not planning on it anytime soon..."

I cuddle in my coyote's arms all night....as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

Just Like Old Times.

cannon notes....blame the owner not the dog

asexual

age 24

coyote x gshep

cannon theme - the 69 eyes - wasting the dawn...

my lil non cannon theme...

swing swing by the American rejects cause it talks bout being alone and that's what he is 😭 he a silent boy in my opinion too.

maggots ty link for him.

sorry for it to be short I just have school and all.

all credit to mag.

[shocked-collar]

also lol strategizing about how you might beat a boss like strade in F&H.....

they always do weird shit with boss fights, so hear me out: to kill him, you need to play around with him and others a little bit, because THOUGH YOU DON'T KNOW, you're working against a silent timer. By casually attacking him, a hit is very unlikely to land. so... Descriptively, he's "too excited" to sit still- your first hint ;3

Every time you're attacked, Strade receives some kind of benefit- that being, being 1 step closer to "2nd form," which is pretty much a team-wipe. yadda yadda, some cool scene about him losing his patience and dragging your party down to his hell-realm, blah blah. So, looking it over and seeing how he can easily land shots, while you can not, the chances of getting him BEFORE that threshold are,, very very tiny. This is when you put on your thinking cap and turn AWAY from the enemy, and towards your friends :)

By attacking your party members, (or yourself for additional points,) he becomes infatuated and aroused, and the fire in his chest begins to burn. Attacking now results in a little more likely chance to hit, but still nothing significant- it's here, if you were smart, you'd talk to him. You can't understand his language, but it seems like he wants more. You need to attack your own party about LETS SAY 7 times, while enduring Strade hits, before his fire consumes him- boom, there's your access point!! He has a cooldown time of 4 or 5 PLAYER moves, so make sure u make those shots count >:3 (Tail or hands first, I imagine)

He can inflict bleeding and poison status affects, and also use a move that gets you, or a teammate, attracted to pain, which can manipulate their fighting patterns. (Can sometimes hit themselves.) This is his signature Coin Flip move(tm). This fight would be a T O T A L VIAL GUZZLER, so I would recommend bringing a Golem, Skeleton, or Blood Golem to be like,,, the punching bag. Moonless and The Girl would also be recommended to be LEFT OUT of this fight. just some other random points !!

BUT ALSO, CONSIDER: A shortcut out of the battle! There's a bonus NPC you can meet- "The Beast" we'll call him. This is OBVIOUSLY Ren, but he is a lost, starving individual, who only wants a bite to eat. By offering yourself (or another party member) as a quick meal, you lose an arm, BUT, gain him as a following NPC !! To skip the Strade fight, you can just take Ren down to see him, and on your first move, choose to speak- there you will find an unlocked dialogue option where you can trade Ren for the rest of the parties safety. He will accept every time. You lost Ren, you've lost an arm, but the battle has been avoided, and you're free to do whatever it is you needed to do after the fight.

I like to think, after successfully beating Strade, you'd get a special weapon- a hammer, in fact :) A hammer with high damage, and poison effects !!

AND NOW THAT I'M ON IT, LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BENEFITS OF KEEPING REN.

He's a beast-kin, so physical attacks come easy, and his damage is decently high- though his health isn't too good. As a beast-kin, a demon, he can never have Phasmophobia or Zoophobia unless under special conditions- though, if taken through the Strade fight WITHOUT being sacrificed, he has a slim chance of obtaining Erotophobia or Panophobia. He can cannibalize, so keeping him fed is EASY, but his sanity drops like the sun on a winter afternoon.

additional BTD + F&H au notes: (Law, Derek, Celia, Mason, in that order)

Lawrence is a wandering NPC that can show up by chance. He delves into the dungeons by choice, as he feels the entities and creatures understand him better than humanity does. He acts as a merchant ! He sells you random shit he finds while exploring, and sometimes, even from up above before he enters- rarer spawns, like blue herbs, lucky coins, arrows, bone shears, and high-benefit food items. (When purchasing from him, a coin flip initiates. Use your imagination.)

In certain outdoor areas, you can come across Derek taking advantage of the dungeons isolated environment to kill dungeon-divers with no outside consequences. Honestly, he's not much stronger than a Prison Guard, and the fighting pattern would be similar as well- though his bat can trip you up, with a coin flip deciding if he nails you in the head or not, causing the "Fracture or Broken Bone" status effect, and sometimes, "Momentary Stun." By killing him and searching his body, you can get a whopping 120 gold, his bat, and some low-tier armor. (Bonus before-fight scene: If you give him your most valuable item/all your gold, you skip the fight, but take a little damage.)

Celia can be found in certain safer locations, and is similar to the Human Hydra and Pocket Cat in the way that she can take The Girl off your hands. By rejecting, a battle initiates where focus on her hands is practically necessary, due to the tremendous amount of poison damage threatening you and your party. She can also give you the "Severe Physical Trauma" status effect. HOWEVER!! By accepting, you gain lots of alcoholic and smoking items, but lose The Girl. (In the circumstance you do NOT have The Girl in your party, Celia behaves more like Enki, and basically tells you to take a hike. By continuing to bother her, a fight can initiate.)

You can find Mason by chance at any of the altars. He is there to spread his own gospel, asking the player to pray for HIS Lord upon speaking to him. If you accept his preaching, you're thrown into a cut-scene, and left with the "Anal Bleeding" status effect. In turn, you're now FLUSH with healing items, and are favorable to his god, who provides healing (health and sanity) skills and abilities. If denied, you're thrown into a coin-flip, which upon failing, you're left with the same cut-scene, and are killed immediately after. Winning allows you to step away. The coin-flip is initiated once more upon speaking to him again. (BUT, by having Moonless or Ren in your party, you can avoid the coin-flip by handing them off to him !! He still refuses to speak afterwards, though.)

[mint-moon25]

Will Smith - Prince Ali (From "Aladdin")

CORRECT - CARIBBEAN - WE -

CAN BOOK LARGEST CRUISE -

SHIP - IN - THE - WORLD - AS -

WE GIVING - 1 CLICK - HOW 2 -

MAKE - SOUNDPROOF EACH -

ROOM - WE'RE - IN - ALSO XO -

WE - CAN - ALSO - BOOK YES -

AFTER - AFTER HOURS -

WALT DISNEY - WORLD -

STAYING - AT - YACHTS -

TAKESHI - FILMS - WE'RE -

FILMING - IN - FRANCE FL -

LEGAL - PERMISSION

$100 BILLION - TAX PAID

CREATING - HEIGHTS AS

PUBLIX - BRICKELL - ALL

THEIR - SECURITY GUNS

2 - KILL KIDS - REGULAR

DOGS - NON-SHOPPERS

SO - WE'RE - SHOWING U

ABOUT - USA - TATER GUNS

OF - SEOUL - POLICE MADE

BY - USA - LIKE - HOOK - IT

DIGS - INSIDE - SKIN - AND

2 - SCAR - PERMANENTLY

KOREAN - SKIN - 2 PROTEST

GIRLS - NOT - ARRESTED - 4

WEARING - SHORT - SKIRTS

JOSEAN KINGDOM - 500 YRS

ONLY - PROSTITUTES - GIRLS

IN PUBLIC - LIKE - RICH BOYS

ONLY - THEY - WHORES TRUE

ALLOWED - 2 - READ - WRITE

TALK - SING - DANCE - ART -

MUSICAL - INSTRUMENTS -

TODAY - KOREAN - POLICE -

CAN'T KILL - GIRLS WEARING

SKIRTS - CAN'T KILL - 4 THEY

CAN - GO - OUTDOORS - THUS

INTRODUCING - PRISM - FACE

BODY - LOTION - FEET - HAIR

SHAMPOO - CONDITIONER - 4

AS - THEY - SHOOT - THEY GET

7 TIMES - THE - FORCE - SHOT

THEMSELVES - 7 TIMES - THE

FORCE - WRIST - LOTION - YES

MAKES - SLIDY - HANDCUFFS

NOT - WORKING - THUS - IU -

DARLING - GIRL - CREATING -

3RD - FLOOR - BACK - L SIDE -

METROMOVER - FACING THE -

ESCALOTORS - 4TH - FLOOR 2 -

CMX - MOVIE - THEATRE - FL -

PRETTY - CAN - B - RENTED -

SPANISH - SPEAKING WON'T -

KNOW - US - ANOTHER - YES -

PLACE - RECREATING - HIGH -

BUILDINGS - GETTING - TRUE -

SATELLITE - COVERAGE - FOR -

ACCURACY - WE - CAN - RENT -

AFTER - HOURS - 4 - FILMING -

GBC - TAKESHI - FILMS -

ANGELS - CLUB

WE - HAVE - DECLARED - WAR -

ON THE - UNITED STATES AND -

SPANISH SPEAKING COUNTRIES

WORLDWIDE - FOREVER - TRUE

OUR - FILMS - AND - STUDIOS - 2

DISTRIBUTE - WEAPONS - ONLY

OWNERS - CAN - USE - LIKE -

STEAMERS - NON - LITHIUM -

BATTERIES - BLOW DRYERS -

AS SMALL - PRIVATE PLANES -

YOUR - AIRPORTS - YOUR YES -

NEED - 2 - KILL - YOURSELVES -

FUTURE - AIRPORT - TECH - TO -

SEE - YOUR NUDITY - 2 - MAKE -

CERTAIN YOU'RE - NOT ARMED -

ISLAM - 4 WIVES OUR FRIENDS -

NO - ISLAMIC - PLAYBOY

NO - ISLAMIC - PLAYGIRL

MAGAZINES - VIDEOS - 2

SMALL PRIVATE PLANES

BULLET BOMB - FIREPROOF

WATERPROOF - OUR - ROCK

STAR - BUSES - CLEAR - YES

PRISM - PROTECTION - AS IT

TRANSFORMS - 2 - PRIVATE

PLANES - LANDING - IN - FR

BUYING - CASTLES - FRANCE

REAL - CHIP - LANDING - YES

THERE VISAS - ARE CORRECT

TAKESHI - FILMS - LEGAL YES

PERMISSION - PRESENTS -

'CATGIRL'

(ASIAN)

STARS - IU - 5'4 FT - YOU'RE -

USING - MILITARY - SHOES -

FLIES - U - CATGIRL - NICE -

NEW - OUTFIT - I'M - YOUR -

STUNT GIRL - LIKE DISNEY -

'MIRACULOUS' - PARIS - FR -

BASICALLY - CATGIRL - YES -

STEALS - BRICKELL CITY -

CENTRE - EIGHT STREET -

HUSBANDS OR MARRIED -

GAY - 2 - GAY - FAKE LAWN -

3RD FLOOR - FORMER - CHI -

FORMER - HALF DUCK - $48 -

THEN - LUNCH - CATGIRL IU -

MASKED - SMALL - FULL -

AUTO - MACHINE - GUN 2 -

DROP - THEIR - CARDS ID -

CASH - PASSPORTS - IN THE -

BAG - IU - GIRLS - YOUR YES -

ASSIST - ALL - MASKED - AS -

MAJORITY - MALES - HOBOS -

HOMELESS - HUBBIES - AND -

MARRIED - MEN - 2 - BLDGS -

DROPPING - 2 - OPEN - ROOF -

DROP - 2 - LAWN - BUT YOUR -

TECH - ENDS - LIVE CAMERA -

YELLING - BLOCKED - NONE -

HEARD - SCREAM - GLOVES -

SHOOT - THEM - BODIES -

DISSAPEARED - CREMATED -

ESCAPE - TIME - L SIDE - FL -

WHITE - PARKING - LOT -

EQUIPMENT - AUTO ZIPLINE -

KIM POSSIBLE - ROUND - TO -

COVER - YOUR - ESCAPES - & -

3:30P EDT - METROMOVER AS -

U - DROPPED - 2 - DRIVERLESS -

TRAIN - 2 - ABOVE - FLYING - TO -

2 - INSIDE - PARKING - LOT - 2 -

LINES - ABOVE - WALL - YOU R -

THEY - ARE - CHEERLEADERS -

FORMER - GYMNASTICS - AIDS -

U - DAY - TRADE - HARD - ALL R -

MEN's - WORLD - MEN's GAMES -

MARRIAGE - LEGALIZED - TRUE -

PROSTITUTION - CONTINENTS -

BILLS - STARVING - THEN - 4P -

BAD - NEWS - TALL - BOYS -

PRIVATE - SCHOOLS USING -

SHIRTS - 2 - BRUISE CHEST -

BREASTS - USE - 2 - BLEED -

FACES - HIS - THREAT - HIS -

BOXING - KICKS - HIS - HGT -

2 - BLUDGEON - YOUR - YES -

NO 1 - WEAPON - ON EARTH -

AUTO - SAMURAIs - 2 - CUT -

2 PIECES - QUADRAPLEGIC -

THEIR - GOAL - DROWN THE -

DISABLED WITH BEATINGS -

WIVES BEATEN - 12 YEARS -

WHY - NO MONEY 2 EAT - 2 -

LEAVE - OUTSIDE - WORST -

SO - 'CATGIRL' - IU - 2 - EAT -

LIVE - NEXT ROBBERY THE -

TALL - FOREIGN - BLK MAN -

ARRESTS - 4 - PUTTING -

COINS - IN - THEIR BLK -

CONTAINERS - POISONS -

KOI - FISH - JAPAN - FOR -

BRICKELL - PAID - $25, 000 -

HONG KONG - WE PAID - $5 -

IU - HE - SHOT - U - TWICE 2 -

PUT - HOLES - IN - YOUR -

BODY - PRISM - 7 TIMES -

WHEELCHAIR - QUADRAPLEGIC

HE - BECAME - NO - SIGNS - DO

NOT - PUT COINS - 4 - SECURITY

2 - STEAL - THIEFS - 2 - KILL - 2

DESTROY - IU - ARE - U - READY

4 - 'CATGIRL' - I'M - YOUR STUNT

GIRL - COMING - 2 - FRANCE -

KOREA - HONG KONG CHINA

[happilychaengs]

Chaeyoung - How the Time Flies [repost]

You let out a long sigh as you sat down on a bench in the middle of the night. You decided taking a break was the best idea you've had since you got laid off and you were just scrolling through your phone, reminiscing on your past memories of when you were a kid. When scrolling, you had fallen onto a few photos of a very specific and memorable time.

You had begged your family to take you to a Twice concert nonstop and reluctantly, they got you the best seats they could. You remembered it was a surreal experience. You had a few pictures of your bias, Chaeyoung, whenever she had walked near you on the stage and you couldn't believe you almost forgot about it even if they were disbanded now.

They had an amazing run of 14 years, which honestly took a long time for you to process but they had an amazing legacy and tons of songs people could listen to even when they were gone. You were glad for that.

Looking through your photos, you came across one picture you really liked.

···

As you were looking at it, you heard a voice behind you exclaim in surprise. "Wow! You really got a good picture of me!"

You turned around and you were confused as to who it was. What did she mean 'me'?

She had her hair tied up in a ponytail and a pair of round glasses on. When you squinted and finally got a good look at her, you froze in place and you knew exactly what she meant. It was Son Chaeyoung in the flesh! She looked like she was aging backwards!

Noticing you freezing up, she waved her hands in front of your face.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

Finally comprehending she was talking to you, you spoke. "Uh... Yeah. I just needed to process what's happening right now.

She giggled as she sat down next to you, "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

You pinched your right arm to see if you were somehow dreaming but you felt the sting clear as day. This was really happening and you couldn't believe it. You tried your hardest to relax and you tried speaking again.

"So... uh... what are you doing out here?" You mentally face-palmed at how nervous you were.

"Well, I just wanted to come here and relax. It's always been nice coming here and I just so happened to see me on your phone so I decided to come by and say hi. What about you?"

"I just needed to take my mind off things because uh... well, I got laid off.."

"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that."

You shook your head, "It's fine. I didn't like the job anyways. And besides that, I'm talking to my ultimate bias right now!"

You saw a slight shade of pink appear on her cheeks. "I'm your bias?" You nodded sheepishly in response.

"That's good to know...?" She dragged on, you assumed to get your name.

Quickly picking up on it, you responded, "Oh! It's Y/N. Y/N L/N."

"That's a pretty name!" she pointed out, causing your face to heat up.

She continued, "So Y/N, I know it's kind of dumb to ask this but are you busy right now?"

"It's not dumb at all and no. I'm not busy. Why?"

"...Maybe we can go somewhere else and talk some more? I just thought we could hang out more. You don't have to though."

Was this actually real? Your bias basically just asked you out and you couldn't help it but nod almost a bit too quickly. Did it seem kind of weird? Yes. But did you care? No. Not right now.

She seemed to notice and giggle at your gesture, "Okay! So do you want to go this cool new café that opened up? I heard their strawberry cake is really good!"

"Sure, just lead the way!"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•~•

"And somehow I didn't get caught!" you exclaimed.

"That's crazy!" she laughed while wiping some tears away from her eyes.

When you two sat down, the awkward tension between you two disappeared instantly. Both of you were comfortable with each other's presence and you were able to share some stories. She seemed to be having a great time and you were too. You were glad.

She calmed down a bit and took the last sip of her drink. "I have to go soon but I was curious if you wanted to trade numbers?"

"... Are you serious?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I want to get to know you better."

"Um... definitely, sure." You mumbled as you pulled out your phone from your pocket.

"Here." you unlocked your phone and handed it to her.

She went in to type in her number and quickly handed it back to you. You read the contact name and saw that it was 'strawberry♥️princess'

"Just let me send you a quick text to make sure." She said.

DING

You opened your phone and read the message.

"hey future husband/wife!"

Your face immediately flushed red and you looked up from your phone to see a slight smirk on Chaeyoung's face. She knew exactly what she was doing.

You looked back down to your phone and decided to fire back.

"hey mrs. L/N!"

You glanced up and you suddenly made eye contact with her. Her blush was visible but that wasn't the thing you were focused on. You were mesmerized by her auburn eyes. It was like you could see a whole world in her eyes. You were so captivated and you just couldn't look away but you didn't want to and neither did she.

"You have really pretty eyes." You blurted out.

Both of your eyes widened and you broke the eye contact. "Sorry! I was thinking out loud."

"It's fine! I was thinking the same thing."

You gave her a small smile and she returned it right back.

You were reminded of all the times you were going crazy over her and here you are now, years later. Right then and there you thought to yourself,

'This may be the start of something special.'

[rogue-durin-16]

UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

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I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

[scary-lasagna]

For context, before Jane came to the manor, she worked shortly for Zalgo in exchange for getting a promised vengeance on Jeff. After a year, he traded Jane for a pricey artifact that Slender had, but set her up for collecting intel towards the unsettlement between Slender and him.

And present-day she's been living happily at the manor.

Also this isn't a ship thing don't worry.

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Sum:

Jane has a dilemma and meets an unlikely ally to talk things through.

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Not Friends [Jane & Jeff]

"What are you doing?"

Jane froze in her footsteps, taking pressure off of the main hallway's creaking floorboard. She straightened up, pulling her backpack tighter against her back, and slowly turned towards Jeff.

"Why the Hell do you care?" She snapped, furrowing her nearly plucked brows and she looked him up and down. It was late, and she thought no one was up by the time that grandfather clock reached 3:30. Everyone was usually in their rooms, if not asleep, and Slender didn't get up for another hour.

But of course it had to be Jeff. Out of all the fucking people in this damned place, Jeff had to be the one to catch her.

"Well," Jeff glanced down at his toes peeking out from his flannel pants. "Usually when someone is sneaking out this late, they're not really up to any good."

Now she was growing frustrated. Jane has always had a short fuse with Jeff. A very short one, at that. The truce that they agreed to practically didn't exist except promising not to rip each other's heads off.

"Again, why. do. you. care."

"You're going back to Zalgo, aren't you?"

The silence was so thick Jane could cut it like butter with the knife strapped to her thigh. She looked away and sighed irritably. "Is your skull that thick that I have to fucking spell it out for you?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Answer mine first, you bastard."

Jeff blinked, and glanced behind him at the creaks of the settling stairway. "You didn't say goodbye."

Jane scoffed in disbelief. The fucking audacity if him. "You don't deserve a goodbye after what you've-"

Jeff chuckled with a nod, "I know. I wasn't talking about me."

Jane huffed, and ignored Jeff as he trailed behind her to the door. "I can see it now...Toby will come down for breakfast later, and make that stupid little face as he wonders where you are. He might even stay there, alone, wondering where you are hours after you've left."

Her hand froze halfway to the curved arm of the door. Oh, poor Toby. When he had no one else to trust, Jane was the arms that he cried into as she soothed his shaking shoulders. And she's looked after him ever since. Bless his heart, he was always so excited to see her and show her the new things he bought for himself and work.

"And Sally...no longer having an older sister to share her tea parties with. I guess I'll just have to put Ben in a wig..." Jeff tsked in disappointment.

Jane's shoulders started to slump. Of course, Toby would be heartbroken, but at least he had friends to fall back on. Sally didn't have many that she looks up to like Jane. She was her adopted older sister, and she'd be heartbroken without a simple goodbye hug.

Jeff dared to shuffle closer, feet creaking the wood as he approached Jane. "And Slender? Who's he gonna complain to that'll tolerate hours of conversation about the jackassery I do?"

Jane's hand fell back to her side. She didn't have many friends when she first came to the manor, and despite working for the enemy, Slender welcomed her with open arms and let her rant for hours about Jeff and what he's done to piss her off that day. And sometimes he'd do the same over a nice cup of afternoon tea.

He'd be distraught if she just left without warning. Like a piece of his heart was ripped out along with her absence.

"And I know what he told you, Jane. To gather Intel and not get too attached, cause that's what spies do, right? So everything I said earlier, was that fake?"

"I'm not a spy." Jane turned and narrowed her eyes, scanning his cheshire face for any look of mockery or disdain. Ultimately, it was nothing but a depressed fondness that plagued his expression. A pang in her heart hit her like a silver bullet

"Yeah, you are. I saw it in your file when I was snooping around Slender's office. He knew since the beginning." He said it so casually. As if the sky was blue. How long had he known? How long has Slender known?

Taken back, Jane scoffed in disbelief. "Bullshit."

The killer chuckled, "Well you can ask him, he'll be waking up in a little bit." Jane wasn't going to fucking ask him. She wasn't going to do anything Jeff says. She's not a spy, she's an Intel Collector for Zalgo, and that was the contract that she signed. If Jeff didn't like it, that's his problem to deal with.

And if Slender was aware of it, then he's a damn fool for making her a part of this little family he's got going on.

"I don't have to listen to this-"

"You didn't have to listen to anything I had to say, and yet here you are. You can't even touch the door handle, Jane."

When Jane's shoulders started to tremble, and she brought a hand up to catch her unsteady lips, Jeff took a step closer. "You don't wanna go, do you? That's why you didn't say goodbye. It's too painful, yeah?"

Jane nodded slowly, sobbing quietly before Jeff placed a hand in her shoulder. It took him back when she suddenly buried her teary face into his shirt, but Jeff reluctantly wrapped an arm around her and attempted to soothe her sobs for a few moments.

Never in her life had Jane thought that she'd be soothed by the one she absolutely loathes. And yet, Jeff gave a pretty good hug when she needs it most.

"I just love you guys so fucking much," Jane sniffled and stood up straight, almost clipping Jeff's chin, and dabbed at her streaking eyeliner, "I don't wanna go back to him, I wanna stay here with all of you. Because for the first time since you fucked me over, I feel at peace, I feel like this is my home." Struggling to make sense through her sobs and sniffles, she hoped that Jeff could at least sympathize with an enemy, and nonetheless a traitor to this tight-knit family.

It was a rare occurrence that Jane cried. She always tried to suppress her emotions, her sadness, around everyone, and especially Jeff. She didn't want him to see her weak.

And yet here she is, crying and sniffling like a child who doesn't want to take an afternoon nap in front of the person she hates most.

"Then stay." Jeff placed a firm hand in her arm, squeezing it reassuringly. "Stay here with us. We'll figure something out with Zalgo I can promise you that, but don't leave. Please."

Jane looked at Jeff, and for the first time meeting those bluish-grey eyes of his, she didn't feel total resentment towards him. He seemed more human, and less of a monster than she thought he was.

Jane glanced behind her at the door before sighing and dropping her backpack to the floor. Due to the clatter, it was probably full to the brim with her knife collection, meaning she left everything else back in her room.

"C'mon, I'll walk you back to your room. Or we can stay up and talk if you want." Jeff couldn't hold back the grunt as he struggled to pick up the extremely heavy backpack, and wobbled with it as he followed Jane.

Jeff was astonished that no one passive-aggressively peeked out of their room as he thumped the backpack up the stairs, lifting with his knees and not his back. They passed the rooms of Ben, and Toby, and Tim, and Sally, and the large doors of the master bedroom that Slender was getting ready in.

Jeff was already thinking of 10 different excuses if Slender decided to check on them as Jane paused in front of her room. She took the backpack with ease and set it against her matte black door.

She paused, glancing down at the bag and then at Jeff's probably cold feet, and then her own work boots.

"I'll, uh- see you later then. Hopefully." Jeff nodded an adieu, and turned on his heel. Jane was walking without even realizing it, and called out to him.

Jeff turned, and cocked an eyebrow towards her.

"Um, thank you. For...um..." Jane looked to the side as she gestured with her hands, trying to search for the right words. Stopping her from potentially killing everyone by delivering Intel to a demon king? Carrying her entire knife and painted rock collection up to two flights of stairs? "...This."

"Yeah, yeah don't mention it, twerp." Jeff waved her off as he turned again. "This doesn't mean we're friends, by the way. I'm still expecting to kick your ass during training on Monday." Jeff flashed a grin over his shoulder. A small attempt to make her feel a little better with a sense of normalcy.

"In your fucking dreams, bozo." Jane scoffed and turned, hopping up to grab the key on top of the door frame and hopefully take a long nap and pretend this never happened.

_____

"Jeff? What are you doing up so early?" Jeff turned, and glanced past Slender to see Jane fucking around with the locked door. A mistake, because Slender followed his gaze, and then suspiciously glared back at Jeff.

"Ahh, I just stole Jane's knife collection and locked her out of her room." He shrugged, the lie falling off of his tongue like smooth butter. "'Thought I'd keep her on her toes before the sparring."

Slender sighed and rubbed his temples, "Leave that poor girl alone, Jeff, she has enough going on without you disturbing her much-needed sleep."

"Pffft, she'll be fine." He waved the eldritch being off, "She'll have plenty of rest to kick my ass."

"One can only hope with everything that she has on her plate." Slender crossed his arms, and used his special scolding tone to dull any other ideas Jeff may have planned toward the dismay of Jane. "Don't bother her anymore, Jeff. I'm very serious."

Jeff nodded dismissively, unbothered by the familiar tone he's so used to hearing, before he yawned and stretched tiredly. With one final glance at Jane finally getting into her room, Jeff excused himself, "Now, if you'll excuse me, old man, I gotta get my ass back to bed."

[pieces-by-me]

Strangers on the Road

Gif by the lovely @honestsycrets​ 

Words: 2605

Summary: Goodness can be found everywhere. Even for a stranger on a strange road.

Warnings: mentions of ablism

Kinda feel like this is not that good and lost inspiration at the end but I didn’t want to just delete the whole thing. Would love to hear what you all think of this✨

The Silk Road was a lot of things but never boring. People would meet from west to east to bargain about jewels, exotic foods, animals, slaves and as the name says silk. Anything you could ever need you could find on the Silk Road.

There was a market place. Close to the border where sand meets snow. It was colder here. The sun not having enough warmth to burn you, but still keep you a bit warmer. The market was not the biggest but the last one you would find for miles before the terrain changes from rocky mountaintops to frost covered grounds. Hundreds of people scuffled about to find the best goods. Different prices were being called around the area by the handlers to make the travelers come to their small stalls and seats. Many big men would shout at the top of their lungs. Some women would walk about and thrust their fabric in peoples faces. Anything to make yourself and your worth known.

One small stand, it was so tiny you might not even call it that, was at the end of the market. At first sight one couldn't even see what was presented for trade or purchase. But the closer you came the more you saw. Small clay pots with lids on them, little bowls with salves and a basket filled with weirdly looking dried leafs. Medicine.

The young women behind her small stall made herself useful by cleaning small crumbs of dirt from her pots. Smiling at buyers that walked by and greeting the once that came to her.

Y/N may not have a lot of supply but the demand was high. So the little she had she could sell for more then some other merchants. With made her life a little easier. But even if she sold everything each day she would still scrape at the ends of her revenues. It's only enough for her to live each day. Which was fine. She didn't have anyone she needed to support. Her parents died when she was young and she never had any siblings. So anything she made was for herself.

It wasn't easy at the beginning. Having to collect plants in a mountains was not an easy task. Walking miles upon miles into the nearest forrest for maybe an hour just to run back as soon as the sun went down. It would be a death sentence to walk on the Silk Road at night as a little girl. And Y/N had to start make a living for herself at a young age. But she managed. The knowledge she inherited from her mother helped her a lot. As soon as she found the little round leafs buried under the snow she knew she could survive.

They weren't just normal weeds. If you cooked them they would make a tea that would help with the biggest pains. If you chewed them raw you could help your teeth stay strong. And when you stomp them together with with goat fat and a specific snake venom it would help heal wounds in half the time. That was her biggest seller. It was hard to come by. Having to milk her snakes herself and trading things for goat fat took time. Every time she made it it would sell out in seconds and it would be worth it.

Today was like every other day. Waking up. Skipping breakfast to open the stall. Standing your feet into the ground for the day. Closing up. Making preparations and tinctures for the next day. Sleep.

Y/N knew nothing else so she was happy with it. Every day she would stand between Bran the forger, the nice guy that couldn't really stand anymore due to an old injury he obtained in a fight, and Lorah the jewel seller, a hardheaded women with to many opinions and a need to gossip. It was noisy between the constant banging on metal and women's chattering about the best new stones or quality of an arm ring. But it was her little place and she couldn't imagine standing somewhere else on the market.

The sun stood high in the sky when, for the first time in years, something changed. A lot of different people would travel the Silk Road to trade and buy. Different people from different places of the world praising different gods and coming around with the weirdest foods. But never in all her years had Y/N seen a cripple being carted through the market.

He was not hard to spot. The wagon he was sitting in was a big telltale. There weren't a lot of people with carts like that. The next thing she spotted were his legs. Two legs in metal braces. They looked old and rusted, as if they were about to fall apart. And then, the last sign of the stranger were his eyes. Y/N only caught them for a second but the shade of blue that pierced though hers was something she had never seen before. They were clearer then Lorah's jewels. Bluer then the sky. She could have looked into them for the whole day and never would tire.

“What in all the lords name is that?”

The disgusted voice of Lorah snapped the young woman out of her staring. She looked at the cripple with so much hate it seems he had killed her first born child.

“What do you mean? He's just traveling through here.”

Bran voiced his thoughts.

“I can see that you old fool. The question is why is it even here in the first place. It should not be here.”

“He's not a thing. He's human just like you.”

Y/N small voice grew colder then what it usually was when she talked to the women. She didn't like the tone and words her stall neighbor used for the stranger.

“Y/N dear you're young and naive. Human puh. No we are humans, you and me. Bran even. But the likes of...him should have died right after the birth. See the legs. They're crippled and wrong. We used to bring them outside to die when children like it were born. It's not natural. It's evil and bad and must be banished from the world.”

Y/N was shocked. She knew that Lorah was opinionated on a lot of things and that she would stand for her word. But this? How could she decide that this men should have died when he was a babe? What kind of monster could decide who lives and dies just by the way they were born?

“How can you truly think that? Your jewels might be beautiful but your heart is ugly Lorah.”

“I'm not the only one with that knowledge little witch. You'll see. That creature will not get anything from the people here on this market.”

Witch. Lorah knew that Y/N was called that behind her back and that she didn't like it. But she was rather a witch then heartless. She turned around to face the evil women once more but was met with nothing. Lorah must have stormed away in believe of having the last sentence and won the argument. Pathetic.

“Let her be Y/N. She sometimes seems as evil but she has truth to her words. The poor man won't find anyone to trade with him. He looks like he will travel farther east and probably die in the cold. Crippled people don't make it far in life. It's a wonder he made it this far. God must've be kind to him.”

“There are a lot of people here who will trade with anyone. They need the money and don't care if he's a cripple or not. And screw your God Bran. Your God would want me to burn alive for simply knowing some herbs.”

The clanging from bended metal was the only answer she'd get from the smith. Maybe she shouldn't have insulted his believe. Whats done is done.

Movement from the stranger caught her eyes again. He was making his way out of the cart with the help from a crutch. Also looking as if it would fall apart. Something was off about him though. His motions looked ragged. Tugging, almost as if his muscles would give out. She looked at him and again her eyes met his. This time she could see that not only the color of his eyes were blue but also the whites around them. Pain.

She knew what blue whites meant. In her live she met some men that came back from battle with light blue colored eyes. And they always proclaimed to be in the worst kind of pain they've ever felt. Him walking around with his crutch you wouldn't see that he felt pain with every step he took. It could simply be hard to walk on this ground. But she knew. And her heartstrings pulled tighter at the picture of this man struggling to only get food or whatever it is he needs.

Y/N hadn't realized how close the stranger has come. He was close enough to see the goods that were sprawled out on her little table and for her to see that there was a silver of a necklace peaking through his tunic. It looked like a hammer and she recognized it immediately. Nothing interested him though for he just walked by her without a glance. But she couldn't let that stand. Back in her head she searched for the old language her father tried to teach her. It was hard but she managed. She turned to him and with little confidence she called.

“Stranger”

That made him halt in his step. Turning around he met her eyes. This time on purpose. His eyes were filled with a sort of anger and he answered to fast with too many words for her to understand.

“Please, talk slower”

“How do you know my language?” It came out more of an demand then a question.

“My father thought me.”

“But why did he teach you Norse. You don't look like a Viking.”

Her answer came after a short minute but with a small smile on her face.

“I'm not Viking. But my father was friends with some. Back when he was alive.”

That made the stranger pause again. He was considered what she told him. You could see it.

“What is your name?” This time it was a question.

“Y/N and yours?”

He hesitated. Should he tell this woman who he was? Could it come back and bite him in the ass if he told the truth?

“You don't have to tell me. It's not of my buisn..”

“Ivar”

His interruption made her to stumble over her words but after she heard that he told her his name her small smile grew larger. Ivar had to say she had a nice smile. And she was the first one to start a conversation with him and not the other way around.

“Well Ivar, is there something you might need that I can help you with?”

“No, I'm looking for food and you only sell weird looking porridge.”

Her smile didn't falter. “Well I don't have food but you can buy something six stalls to your right. Bella sells the best and cheapest dates on the whole road. Also if you say that I send you she will probably give you more for your money. But here please take this”

With the last words she turned around, ducked behind her stall and when she came up again she held a small brown pouch filled with dried leafs inside a yellow cup.

Ivar looked at her with skepticism. Why would this weird, yet beautiful, women talk to him and then also help him?

“I don't have enough gold to pay for...whatever that is. And why would you help me with food when you would gain nothing in return?”

“I don't want your gold. I just want to help. I see the way your eyes are blue and I know that you are in pain. So why wouldn't I help you when I can? Also Bella owns me one for making medicine for her son so it's nothing really”

Y/N held the pouch still in her hands but with the missing answer form Ivar her smile fell just a little. But she wouldn't take no, or the lack of one, as an answer. So with a little smirk that looked more mischievous than the smile she held before she threw the little bag to the side of him that didn't hold him up on his crutch.

With a startled look, as if he was expecting a knife, he caught the bag. The stare he threw back at her made her laugh so hard even on Bran's face grew on. He observed the weird interaction between the two even though he couldn't understand a word they'd said. He hand't seen Y/N laugh and smile for a long time.

“Well now it's yours and I don't take returns” Her voice matched her smile and after a moment to overcome his initial shock Ivar smiled back. And Y/N swore her heart skipped a beat.

“Fine... then as it seems that I am stuck with this..would you explain to me what I have to do with it?” His smile was a little dimmed but still on his face.

“You'd have to boil the leafs for a while and then drink it slowly. Little sips. And no more then one cup.” She gave him the cup too and he hid both of her gift somewhere in his robe.

They held eye contact. Knowing that their interaction would be over soon. Him still plagued with hunger and her with the need to sell more of her goods, now that she gifted some away. But neither wanting to let the other go. Y/N was the first person since he fled Kattegat that was actually nice to him. She treated him like a person and not ogled at him like the freak he was. Well as the freak he saw in himself.

And Ivar was the first men that made her laugh and made her truly feel happy for a little while. She could forget the struggle of having to be alone in this world. She would miss him. Even though they only knew each other for an hour she would truly miss this stranger with the blue eyes.

And what she didn't know was that Ivar would miss and think of her for the rest of his journey. He would see her act of kindness a far greater thing then just a small favor. And her laugh would bring him warmth when he went into the snow filled forests.

“Thank you” His small voice was filled with honesty.

“You are more then welcome. I wish you all the luck and that your gods help you on your journey”

He hadn't expected to hear that but it brought him a little bit of hope. If the gods made him meet her he was on the right path.

He only bowed his head a little, a sheepish smirk on his face, and made his way away from her and to the mentioned stall from Bella. Dates sounded magnificent right now.

Ivar vanished in the masses of people but her smile stayed on her face.

“Well someone is a little smitten”

“Ah shut up Bran” 

Her insult was met with laughter from the old forger.

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