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Twobed house plan and design for rent visit website with pop ceiling design beautiful cute virgin apartment located at Nta road by corner stone ozuoba in port Harcourt city rivers state Nigeria.

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🧊Ice Queen🧊

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I know I sent in a request a few days ago, but that one was pretty long so I figured I'd also throw in a shorter request while they're still open: smutty Older!Simp!Eddie x reader in which they are basically the Gomez and Morticia of the Stranger Things universe. No plot, just Eddie and the reader being disgustingly (said with affection) OBSESSED with each other.

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I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Gomez and Morticia

Eddie had a few girlfriends in the past, and well they ended badly. All of Eddie's friends can agree that he was not boyfriend material. He kept to himself and often forgot a relationship takes a lot of work and sacrifice. It was his way or no way.

But then he graduated and became more grown-up. And he fell in love. He fell in love hard.

Her name was Y/N, Eddie met her at a concert. She was dressed to impress with her short shorts and high black boots. Her makeup was angelic and sharp enough to cut him, and he loved it. He loved how she captivated him the whole show. The band faded to nothing as he watched her dance and sing along. He swore he had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.

She was just as smitten with him. Her claws were always dug into his skin. They were never separated, hand in hand wherever they went. She adored his long hair and how it felt against her skin. She felt breathless whenever she looked at him. The way he dressed, the way he smelled, and the way his voice sounded. Everything about him she was helplessly in love with.

It was impossible to turn either of their heads. They were both young and attractive, and people noticed that. Girls ran after Eddie like a damn ice cream truck. With their small tops and long lashes. They bounced up to their table, ignoring Y/N as she looked unbothered. Neither she nor Eddie acknowledged they were there. Their advances were simply not heard as Eddie stared at the way Y/N licked her ice cream cone. His melting in the small bowl, untouched. Y/N looked up and made eye contact with Eddie, the tease she was she slowly licked the ice cream and swirled her tongue. Her insides burned as he growled. He grabbed her cone and threw it on the table, with no care for the ice cream that now was smashed against the table. He grabbed her hand, and she smirked as he raced them to the nearest bathroom.

If any guy had the nerve to walk up to Y/N, he was quick to regret it. Eddie's deep glare and loud snarl. Eddie gave them a warning to run, if they didn't listen that was their problem. Eddie had no problem decking anyone in the face for coming near what was it. Then of course Y/N would be turned on by his possessiveness. And they would find the nearest place to hook up.

If anyone wanted to have a conversation with one of them, it was nearly impossible. Robin lost count of how many times Eddie would steal Y/N's attention and it would never return. Steve gave up on talking to either of them, he knew he stood no chance.

No one ever experienced a relationship like this. A couple that is so in love with each other, that never fight and would do anything for the other. They would die for each other and no one questioned it.

Eddie worshipped her like the queen she was. He lived to please her and happily do anything she asked. She was on the highest pedestal in his eyes and that's where she belonged.

They belonged together and only together.

~~~

"How was your day?" Eddie asked, his lips leaving kisses down Y/N's neck. She sighed at the feeling, the tension in her body from the day melting away with every kiss.

She dropped her head to the side, giving him more room as he nuzzled against her neck. His teeth lightly bit into her skin.

"Tiring. I hate work." She moaned out, she could feel his head body sitting behind her. The comfy bed underneath them.

"Yeah? I hate work too. Why don't you lay down and I'll help you out." His whispers were setting her body on fire. Her thighs clenched as she panted.

She stood up, slipping out of his grip. His eyes were on her, obviously. He licked his lips as she stripped down, her naked skin calling to him as he dropped off the bed and onto his knees.

He kissed her knees, then up her thighs. His soft lips kissed every inch of her skin as he made his way up to his feet, landing a kiss on her lips. As he kissed her, he turned them around and softly landed them on the bed.

The kiss grew hungrier as Eddie's hands grazed her skin, moving his body in between her thighs. He swallowed her moans and shivered as she tugged on his hair.

She whined as he pulled away, but was satisfied when he kissed back down her body. He whispered compliments against her skin, everything he loved about her falling from his lips as he landed on his knees again.

He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders, dragging her body to the very edge of the bed. She propped herself on her elbows as she looked down at him.

His dark eyes eating her...as well as his mouth

She arched her back once his tongue touched her aching clit. The simple touch had her shivering and gripping the sheets. All the aches from the day washed away as his tongue swirled in circles.

She barely made a sound, just cracks from her throat as she dropped against the mattress. Her hands moved to his hair as she greedily moved her hips. Eddie always obeyed, leaving his hands behind him as he let her ride his tongue. His eyes open as he watched her rock against his mouth, she was enchanting in every which way.

"Eddie?" she panted, softly tugging his head to get his attention

"Yes, love?"

"make love to me" she moaned

Eddie smiled like a man who won the lottery. Stripping out of his clothes and eagerly laying on the bed. She climbed on top of him, sinking her wet cunt onto his hard cock. He moaned the second she was around him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lips on her chest as she began to bounce on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies pressed against one another. Not even room for air between them. His tongue teased her nipples, and she shivered against him as she rode him faster.

She rolled her hips in the way he loved. Watching with bliss as he let go of her nipple to moan out. His head was thrown back as he let all his sounds go. She leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up his neck and into his mouth.

The sound of their heavy breathing and skin connecting echoed around the room. Her hands were flat on his shoulders as she used the leverage to feel him deeper.

She released the kiss as she felt herself getting close. His hands on her ass as he helped her move her hips.

"Fuck Eddie yes" she moaned

Eddie growled like an animal as he lay back, bringing her body with his. Her chest was flat against his as he used the new position to fuck his hips up into her. The feeling made her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her forehead pressed against his as she looked into his eyes.

"Cum for me, baby. Want that pretty pussy to cum." He said, his eyes staring into hers as she nodded.

She bit her lip as she concentrated, the feeling in her stomach burned and burned then it snapped.

"EDDIEEEE" she screamed as she felt herself cum all over him. Her whines and moans hit his lips as he watched her fall apart for him

"God, I love you," he said before he smashed his lips onto hers.

She cupped his face and slowed down her hips. But she kept moving to help him chase his orgasm. He pulled back from the kiss as he felt the need to cum. Her hands stayed on his face as she smirked and raised her eyebrows. She had so much power over him, she knew the way his body felt when he approached an orgasm.

He moaned as he kept his eyes on hers as he emptied himself inside of her. He loved how she already knew everything to do. She moved her hips to help him ride it out before gently lifting herself off of him.

But she stayed on his lap as he gently kissed her face

They belonged to each other

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HOW WOULD THE LNDS BOYS REACT TO YOU FORGETTING ABOUT A DATE?

Just some mild fluff before I proceed to ravage you all with more angst writings :) Read my recent angst please : Damnation

Read my most recent fluff: LNDS Boys as Daddies

Warnings: fluffy af, sfw

Rafayel knows that you know he does not like waiting. But, he also knows the risk of your job and how it sometimes take up a lot of your time. But in this scenario, BOTH of your time. Rafayel sat at home, hands holding his phone, and his eyes would not wander off of the screen. Highly anticipating for a call, a text even. But it never came.

"Rafayel!" The door busted opened, and his burgundy-shaded eyes darted up. His eyes widened as he noticed your arrival, but narrowed again and he turned his head away from you. "Rafayel, I am so so sorry. I had totally forgotten about our date today!"

You walked in, pulling onto the hem of your dress, the one that Rafayel had got it specially tailored for you just for the dinner function you guys would be attending tonight. But, you did promised him that prior to that event, both of you would grab ice cream together. Until, you slept late the night before and you nearly forgotten about the date.

"I do not have the energy to deal with a goldfish. And, I am certainly not going to entertain you." He tossed his phone onto his couch and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes still not facing you. You sat on the marble floor, and reached your hand out to touch his thigh and you watched as the tip of his ear turned rubicund, matching the tint on the apples of his cheeks. Knowing him well enough, the pout on his lips would make him look like a puffer fish. Puff for me or puff me please.

"Rafayel, I am really sorry okay, I did not mean to forget about this date. I just fell asleep pretty late last night as I was filing reports for all of the recent areas that wanderers had appeared and the deadline is today." You sighed and rubbed your hands against his thigh. Eyes scanning his body language, hoping he would not toss a fuss. Not that you mind, but you figured that you would not want him to pull out of the event last minute as this dress of yours does cost him a pretty penny and you wanted the dress to serve its purpose.

His hand reached out to grab yours, to silently indicate you to stop and he turned around to look at you. The pout that was no longer evident on his lips silently made you wished you had teased him further. He actually looked adorable with that pout of his and sometimes it is worth the trouble just to witness it.

Taking in your features, dark circles seemed to be an accessory for your face nowadays. Sighing, he held your cheeks in his lanky hands. "I see that you have not manage to do your makeup. Would you like me to do it for you instead?"

"No no, Rafayel. I was late, I could not possibly ask you to do my makeup! I can do it myself, I brought my makeup along!" You mustered a smile on your face, hands rustling through your bagpack and you pulled out a small pouch, filled with all of the makeup necessities you need for an event. The sight of the makeup bag did not impressed Rafayel but instead made him scoffed at you in return.

"That is a small makeup bag for such a big event. My lover cannot appear looking like a hag, she has to look like a queen. And a queen I shall make her to be. I have better makeup equipment than you eventhough I am a guy." Rafayel tossed his hair back and used his hands to run through his silky purple strands.

"You mean those?" Index finger pointing towards the stacks of paints by the other side of the room. "God knows what other infection I will get this time. The last time you did my makeup with those paints, I ended up with conjunctivitis."

"Hey hey, now, you may insult the tools I have, but you never insult my skills, yeah? I would still admit I did a pretty good job with paint for makeup." He spoke proudly and he stood up, walking off to his lavish bedroom. It did not took him long before he appeared with a bucket bag in his hand. "So I made preparations this time."

He sat down on the floor, in front of you this time, and he opened the bucket bag to reveal all of the makeup tools. They all looked very new and awfully expensive. With silver handles and bristles that looked like it was made out of the finest hairs within the makeup industry you could imagine. "That is a lot of makeup." You blurted out. Can you imagine how many videos he had watched just to get the right makeup kit for you?

"It is to save you from having to bring over your makeup next time and gives me another outlet to channel my creativity. How about we both stay home for now and I take the time to do your makeup, yeah?" He nudged your nose, a smile forming on his pink lips. "I know that I do not like waiting, but for you, I will always be more than willing to wait."

Xavier stood outside of the claw machine outlet, arms crossed on the front of his chest and he was looking everywhere. For you. He glanced down at his hunter's watch. 2pm. But he has not even seen your face since the last hour. You were supposed to meet up at 1pm, but your no-show is getting him a little worried.

He took his phone out of his pocket, going through messages, sliding thoroughly across his message app to ensure he does not miss out on anything: Jeremy...work...work...Jeremy. He really has no friends I guess. Welp, less time for others, more time for you! But none from you. As he was about to give you a call, his cerulean eyes caught sight of you running past the square, before stopping to look at traffic and you continued running. By the time you arrived in front of him, you were huffing and panting. Hands on your knees as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Did your work held you back?" Xavier bent down, clearly concerned as he was analysing the way you were breathing. His eyes at the meantime, scanned your body to ensure that you did not have any wounds on you till he came to your shoes. It was rare for you to wear heels given your job and that you have to constantly be on watch for your surroundings. Xavier's eyes could not leave your pink platform heels. "You ran in those?"

The pointing towards your heels made you snapped your head up to his and his eyes widened, as if he was shocked at your sudden reaction. "Yeah, I figured I might as well dress up a little as this is a date afterall. And furthermore, these heels are only 2cm in height, it will not stop me from fighting wanderers. Stylish and practical." Your chirped, answering his question and giving him extra information that you know he would ask eventually. As you stand up straight, he finally get to take a look at your whole outfit. A white loose polyester-made sweatshirt tucked in behind a denim overall skirt, and it is clear as day that you had put on some makeup. "What are you looking at?"

"It...uhm...you look different." He said, hands coming up to rub his lips, a nature of his when he is either flabbergasted or in awe. "I think you look pretty today." His eyes caught yours again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Oh yeah, before i forget, I am sorry Xa---." You wanted to apologise for making him wait for an hour for you. There are times where you would be late to work or to a date, but being an hour late is definitely inexcusable and Xavier had every right to receive compensation from you.

"Don't be." He interrupted you mid way and disregarded your apology. "I can wait. I had nothing to do anyways. I even managed to take a short nap as I was waiting for you." He displayed a small smile, a comforting one. "But I would like for you to pay for my meal as you did made me wait for you for an hour." Hearing that request, you could not stop a smile from appearing onto your face. Getting complimented by him and also getting forgiven by him seemed like a huge green flag to you and well, you are his afterall as he is to you. You finally take your time to analyse his outfit for the date. There is no doubt he put some effort into this date as well.

A white shirt with black slacks, with a pale yellow cardigan for the an accent of colour to his outfit. Guess he is not that bad at dressing himself up. "You look dashing as well yourself." You complimented and his eyes caught yours once again, a smile emerging on his face. "I like the colours that you had chosen for today. It fits your aesthetic, especially with your blonde hair, the pale yellow really suits you." We all love the soft boys aesthetic, especially if Xavier is your type, squeal.

"I did took some time to research on the outfits that guys would usually wear for dates. Most of the searches showed tuxedos and blazers but I figured that would be too much for casual dates so I ended up settling for this." He gestured towards his own outfit, his tone carrying a hint proudness when he talked about his searching progress. "Anyways, what you do you plan to eat?"

"How does hotpot sound, Xavier?" You reached out to grab his hand and he took the chance to intertwine his fingers with you as both of you started walking down the street together. You noticed how some passerbys would eye Xavier, I mean, who would not? He is such an eye candy especially with the outfit he had chosen for himself.

Xavier looked up at the sky, what was once a sunny scene is now becoming gloomy, with dark clouds closing in one another. A rain is expected to be arriving. "Hotpot in rain sounds like a great date to me. And I personally think with you accompanying me to eat hotpot, I would gladly wait for you always."

The ringing of your phone blasted through the silence of your room and you were jolted awake. You hastily grabbed the device and held it to your ear. "Where are you?" Zayne's voice rang through your speaker.

You sprung up on your bed, the sudden movement made your bed creak and you hear another sentence came through your phone. "Were you asleep?" You hesitated, as you did not want his suspicion to be confirmed. But you did not even get a chance to answer before he spoke. "I am coming over now."

You hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, thinking you could tidy yourself up to give yourself a better reason to explain on why you were late for the morning coffee date you had set with Zayne since last week. But your late night movie marathon gave you such a dopamine rush that your had forgotten the dictionary word of 'sleep' and 'waking up early for a date'.

After you had brushed your teeth, you were going to take a shower next before the sound of the doorbell spooked you. IT WAS BARELY 3 minutes. How close was he to your house? The last you recalled, the coffee shop you guys were planning to visit was halfway across town and that would take around a 30 minutes drive. Another ring of the doorbell turned your fast walk into a straight up sprint, running past the corner of your house to get to the front door. But a slip on your floor mat, made you stumbled and you hit your shin against your coffee table and you squeaked. Yes, squeaked like a rat.

Once you got to the door, you unlocked the bolt and you opened your door, revealing the tall man, wearing all black, with dark features being his trademark. You adjusted your stance and stood still, eyes wandered everywhere, purposely avoiding his intense stare. "You looked like you were in your dreamland." His monotonous voice cut through the tension in between you two. "Is that the reason why you were late?"

You stood aside as he took a step into your house, taking his leather shoes off and he placed it on your shoe rack neatly. "I am sorry Zayne." You closed the door, and muttered your apology as you turned around to face the towering man. "I overslept and forgotten about our date. I am really sorry."

"You do know that if you constantly sleep late at night, it would deteriorate your health right?" He reached out his hand to the small of your back and he slowly guided you towards the couch in your living area. You nodded, eyes still refusing to meet his as you felt guilt eating into your gut. Noticing how you were slightly limping on one leg, he squatted down immediately to take a look at your leg. "It seems like the bang that I had heard just now was from you."

"I...I did not want to make you wait at the door as I was already late for our date." You muttered and mustered just enough courage to run your hands through his slick black hair. His hazel-green eyes looked up to catch yours and he seemed to relax a little. "I am sorry Zayne."

"Come, let's get you seated." Before you could say anything, he lifted you up bridal style and took a few long strides before seating you onto the couch. "Getting yourself hurt just so you can reach to me on time is not an ideal scenario to me. The last thing I would want is for you to be hurt. Wait here." He stood up and took strides towards your bathroom, probably to get your med kit.

Indeed, he comes back with the med kit and immediately started working on the small cut accompanied by a bruise on your shin, applying antiseptic on it before placing a plaster onto the wound. "I am sorry Zayne. I will not be late again. It is so careless of me to miss out on our date when today is one of the only days I get to meet you throughout the week."

"People forget, it is part of the human's nature. Eventhough I am busy, you can always stop by to visit me at Akso Hospital. I can schedule my surgeries to have short breaks in between if your concern is that we are not spending enough time together." His respond is the method he uses to accept your apology. He is not good with comfort, but he does have his ways to show you that he cares about you and about this relationship. "Does your shin still hurt?" The shake of your head indicated a no and he took in a deep breath, packing the items he had used for your wound back into the med kit and he took a small stool and sat onto it. A big man on a small stool making me gag through my laughs. Although the stool is not that tall, but with a giant like him sitting on it, his eyes are levelled against you. This allows him to see you at a better angle, to analyse your facial features better.

"How long have you been waiting for me?" You asked, eyes looking into his mesmerizing ones and he took your small hand into his. His eyes looked down towards your calloused fingers and he placed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his warm lips no longer a foreign feeling on your skin. Your cheeks flushed at the interaction.

"I figured I could fetch you there instead of having you to sit on public transports to reach there. So, I had my car parked outside of your condo since an hour ago." He said, hands reaching up to touch the side of your cheeks. "Although I was a little frustrated that you were taking a while, but I was more concerned on what had happened to you. You are weaker than what you seem."

"I am not weak." You responded, lip turning into a frown. The sight of you pouting at him calling you weak made him smile. "I was just busy watching movies that I liked yesterday night and I just happened to sleep late. But I am in no way weak or whatsoever. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I never doubted your capabilities to take care of yourself. But for some instances---" He pointed at your plastered shin and flashed you a smirk. "I am glad to identify myself as your appointed physician. But you said that you were watching movies till late night yesterday, and that you overslept?"

You nodded and he added on. "Then I suppose as your prime physician, I would advise you not to sleep late anymore. Instead, we can both watch however much movies you want whenever we are on a date so that could probably prevent you from oversleeping on our dates right?" He looked at you with comforting eyes and he pulled you to sit onto his lap. "And regardless, waiting for you will always be better than seeing you being hurt."

I may or may not have gone haywire on the wordings, so hopefully these would give you guys a good brain rot.

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Barbatos Birthday Special 100 Fun Facts

1. When Barbatos joined the fad of putting a sticker on the back of your DDD that portrayed your emotion his said “Finish your work”

2. Barbatos works for Diavolo because he was both lured in by Diavolo and Diavolo threatened him he wouldn’t become king if Barbatos didn’t work for him

3. Barbatos continues to smile even when angry which scares many people especially Little D No. 2

4. Barbatos can choose from any number of realities and make his choice the one true reality

5. Despite being perfect at almost everything, Barbatos has difficulty acting

6. Barbatos is an excellent dancer according to Asmodeus

7. Barbatos supervises fan club meetings for the student council members

8. Barbatos is a talented ice skater and won the first competition Diavolo held for it

9. Diavolo has forbidden Barbatos to use his powers freely and Barbatos tells Lucifer he will only look into the future when Diavolo explicitly asks him to

10. Despite being a butler Lucifer claims Barbatos has elite status

11. Barbatos is described as a walking tea encyclopedia

12. Barbatos has exceptionally good luck, including always winning the jackpot at the casinos

13. Barbatos and Lucifer’s chat name is “Tea Demons”

14. After being strangled by Belphegor, Barbatos saves MC by fusing the altered timeline and the original timeline together

15. Barbatos’ favorite teas are herbal teas

16. Barbatos appears to love herbs in general and not just in his tea

17. Barbatos mentions that he was never a child

18. Barbatos uses his powers by accessing realities, the past and the future through the doors in his room

19. Solomon once had to summon Barbatos to drive off a headless dragon

20. When Barbatos dresses as a dame to escort Queen Rose, his beauty caused an uproar and piles of fanmail were delivered to the demon lords castle so he decided to never dress as a dame again

21. Barbatos had a pact with Solomon before Asmodeus did

22. Barbatos recommends tea leaves grown in exceptionally low temperatures because it adds depth to the flavor

23. Barbatos enjoys walks at night

24. Barbatos prefers cats over dogs

25. Barbatos is so scared of rats he cannot even say their name

26. To summon Barbatos, Solomon had to use so much magic and energy he nearly died, Barbatos was impressed and decided to form a pact to save Solomon’s life

27. Barbatos once attempted to poison rats with Solomon’s food but instead the rat grew in size and Barbatos took the next few days off recovering

28. Barbatos likes the colors burgundy and indigo, he likes indigo specially because he feels he can wear it everyday

29. Barbatos expresses to MC that due to the nature of his job he’s never had any interest in wearing perfume

30. Solomon supposedly owns Barbatos’s grimoire a sign of absolute trust

31. Barbatos does not like it when people touch his tail

32. Barbatos describes himself as dismayed when he and Diavolo are left out of big events

33. Barbatos was once provoked into fighting a witch when she called him a cutie

34. Barbatos’s motto is “to be selfless and serve the people.”

35. Barbatos always puts together and double checks Diavolo’s schedule for the following day before he goes to bed

36. Barbatos starts his baths with his right arm

37. Barbatos’s dream is to see Diavolo become king

38. Barbatos says that if the Devildom were to disappear tomorrow he’d like to hear from Diavolo first

39. Barbatos is not the active one when it comes to a relationship and desires to be bound by his lover

40. Barbatos cherishes relationship anniversaries and special days of remembrance

41. Barbatos says that for a relationship with obstacles he’d rather give up

42. During a love survey, Barbatos chose "other" for the question "unable to express his feelings frankly." His explanation was that there might be situations where he might not necessarily tell a significant other his feelings.

43. Barbatos can see the past and the future

44. When Lucifer first fell to the Devildom and lashed out at Diavolo, Barbatos was the first one to point out to Lucifer that he had become a demon

45. Barbatos prefers traditional establishments that are quiet and easier to relax in

46. Diavolo considers Barbatos more of a drill Sargent and says he is too harsh

47. Barbatos refused Diavolo’s idea of a cleaning robot because he enjoys caring for Diavolo himself

48. Barbatos will sometimes inconvenience himself if it will make Diavolo happy. For example in a chat Barbatos explains that he would prefer to decline an invitation to appear on a quiz show in order to focus on his duties. However, he considers accepting the invitation just to see the look of delight on Diavolo's face.

49. Barbatos works hard to try and discreetly feed and sneak in ingredients into Diavolo’s food that Diavolo avoids like pickles

50. When the brothers get to rowdy at a meeting Barbatos is quick to use physical violence to stop them

51. Barbatos can utilize forks as weapons

52. Barbatos thinks he doesn’t work out enough

53. Barbatos is always overjoyed to receive Diavolo’s praise

54. Barbatos has been described as the greatest pastry chef in the three worlds

55. Barbatos nearly died in season 4 after rescuing the brothers from the Dark Crevasse

56. Barbatos often saves his left over sweets for MC

57. Barbatos once threw a fork at Mammon’s head for interrupting him

58. Barbatos likes Heavy Metal music

59. Barbatos can open portals the dream world

60. The brothers believe Barbatos is overprotective of Diavolo

61. Barbatos is the first demon Luke bonds with

62. Barbatos is always helping Luke with baking, giving recommendations, and spending time baking together

63. Barbatos’s human world look is meant to represent someone who works with tea

64. The necklace Barbatos wears in his human world look is from a shop recommended by Solomon and might be magical

65. Barabtos reminds MC they should be proud they represent the entire human world

66. Barbatos feels uncomfortable not serving and being served himself

67. Barbatos says he is pleased to see MC enjoying themself

68. In a Sweat-Result from surprise interaction, Barbatos tells MC not even they are safe from his wrath

69. Barbatos refers to MC as master to catch them off guard

70. Barbatos seems concerned about Asmodeus’s excess partying

71. When MC uses a whip on Barbatos he tells them they have a passing grade

72. Barbatos often has to stop Diavolo’s antics like preventing him from bringing a 300 foot Christmas tree into the castle

73. Barbatos likes matching with MC and describes the feeling as warm and fuzzy

74. Barbatos had to stop his duties once to prevent Diavolo from joining a public karaoke contest

75. Barbatos wishes to take MC to a music festival at Hell’s Dome

76. Barbatos often finds himself and Simeon going on outings together

77. Barbatos tells MC he wishes they could have tea together just the two of them more often

78. Barbatos heard MC talking in their sleep once. According to him Mc called his name many times among other things that made him smile which he won’t go into details about

79. Barbatos grew a black poinsettia for MC, the flower is meant to represent the bond between two people

80. To help Diavolo prepare for a pancake stacking contest, Barbatos baked 1,000 pancakes a day

81. Lucifer is confused as to how Barbatos keeps so clean while cooking and cleaning in formal wear

82. To avoid Asmodeus feeling him up, Barbatos dragged Satan to the dance floor instead

83. When MC and Mephistopheles illegally enter the student council library, he immediately reports it and is upset no one cares

84. Little D No. 2 once accidentally exploded the castle bathtub with bathbombs and fearing Barbatos’s reaction hid them with Beelzebub who was also scared of Barbatos’s reaction

85. Barbatos always has to stop Diavolo from eating revelation tomatoes as he believes Diavolo shouldn’t have to reveal anything

86. Barbatos was the first person Diavolo asked to pretend to be his date so he could get ice cream for couples but Barbatos refused

87. Barbatos rarely has dreams but when he does they’re of the future

88. Barabtos saved Luke from drowning when Luke tried to save Serun from drowning

89. When inviting others for tea, Barbatos requests they don’t bring Beelzebub for obvious reasons

90. Barabtos once made Leviathan dishes from various manga and anime he liked

91. Barbatos sometimes helps Luke with his crossword puzzles

92. When Luke is called a demon by Mammon and is stunned and horrified, Barbatos is the one to quickly reassure him that demons are much trickier and ruthless

93. Apparently there was a demon who looked so similar to Barbatos that both Luke and Diavolo were fooled

94. Barbatos once sneezed and accidentally teleported Diavolo to the wrong location, Diavolo used this to guilt trip him into staying in the human world

95. Barbatos has a more recent obsession of recreating buildings as desserts

96. Barbatos “looks on in amazement” whenever Diavolo accidentally sorts urgent and non-urgent documents into the same pile

97. Barbatos has an herb garden at the castle where he grows many herbs including Darkness Thyme which is difficult for even masters to cultivate

98. Barbatos used to have nightmares until he started picturing MC’s face before falling asleep

99. When Solomon accidentally created a potion that made everyone speak differently Barbatos describes it as dark days that will live on in his memory

100. Barbatos was so pleased with Mammon’s hard work at TTWF that he took Mammon to the casinos (Barbatos always hits the jackpot)

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1233

Chapter 33:

The inside of the room reminded you then top of a tower, no corners to be seen, and some tall glass stained windows offering some light.

Everything had a very medieval feel, with old stones and banners; suits of armour, and an odd circular stone table in the middle, with two wooden chairs across from one another.

However, your attention went quickly to the new outfits chosen by the road for your companions and you.

Agatha had been dressed like the wicked witch of the West, dark cliché witch watches, and even a pointy hat. The skin had even been painted green, only the lips having a purple shade instead.

Billy, on the other hand, resembled Maleficent, and you swore he didn't have that sharp cheekbones before.

You would not lie that it suited him.

And yes, despite your history; you had occasionally chosen to watch mainstream media associated with witches. What could you say? You grew lonely, slightly bored, and the Halloween costumes of certain kids had picked your interest.

"Oh! She's based on me, you know." Agatha suddenly said, posing and clearly enjoying her costume.

Billy was sceptical. "Prove it."

"Well, you are what you eat; so" you commented without much thinking.

Your comment and your tone surprised your companions and earned different looks from them.

Agatha parted her lips in surprise, a silent gasp leaving her as she eyed you carefully. She did not expect that from you, and a part of her wondered if this was creeping jealousy because of Rio.

Truthfully, she hadn't fully seen you jealous, but she knew it was there. When you would kiss her with little more force, when you would snuggle closer to her on certain occasions.

And it was always followed after talk of other people or even small socialising you two would happen to-do; never planned but had to play along not to raise suspicions.

Not that you were always successful. Which was perhaps why you had ended changing places of living quite often.

"Well, then I am curious what your preferences are then," she snapped back.

Her words gave you the courage to glance at yourself, hesitating to do so after the last trial. The Road hadn't seem to be that favourable with you, at least not the way you would have expected it.

Perhaps you were simply a picky person, wanting stability through familiar clothes and styles. You shouldn't be judged, though, considering how unstable your life always was.

Constantly changing places to stay undetected, fake names and backgrounds. One should not mention the unstable duo of Rio and Agatha coming up into your life only to disappear soon after... only for the cycle to be repeated again and again.

This time you wore a dress, long and heavy; reaching the foor. The basis was a light grey, its pattern and material reminding you of a more medieval era; which you had lived through. Yet it was the silver extras that got your attention.

They were blended and placed to resemble some sort of fancy female cliché chest armour while the skirt had a more scale like design. You had a rather open cleavage, just enough to draw attention but not as dramatic as the one Agatha and rio had during Alice's trial.

"Hmm," you hummed as you did a twirl around yourself, trying to catch a better glimpse of the full outfit. "Honestly, I am puzzled,"

As you looked at your companions, you saw Billy's eyes lighten up in recognition. "You are the Ice Queen!" He exclaimed happily, the character most likely one of his favourite ones.

"Ice Queen?" You arched an eyebrow.

"Yes, an ice witch that used her powers to become queen. You even have the crown and everything. "

At the mention of the crown, you rushed to the nearest shiny object and got a glimpse of your reflection. Indeed, a beautiful icy blue crown had been worn tightly; going down your temples and giving the impression of grown ice.

"It suits you. White has always been your colour," Agatha commented, having enjoyed watching you walk fast with that heavy but well designed dress; the silvers on it and the crown reflecting the light and giving you a more supernatural look.

An ironic fit in her mind.

You did not wish to continue this discussion and so you tried to find anything to help you change the topic. Thankfully for you, Billy had started to admire his outfit a little too much.

"Well, you seem pleased with your look." You commented as he walked towards you, eager to see his reflection as well.

"Well, if the cheekbones fit..." he replied as he focused on the surprising good contour.

You shook your head, not really in the mood to be amused by his comments. He might enjoy the changes but you didn't, because of two things.

One, you had yet to start the trial.

Two, there was still no sign of Lilia or Jen; a worrisome thing.

In an attempt not to focus on those dark thoughts, you chose to approach this mysterious table and try to get any clues out of it.

You took notice of the card shaped carvings on the stone table. They had been carved to be deeper, acting like some kind of case or place for them to be put on.

The way they were positioned was familiar to you, recognising it as a tarot spreading technique. You had seen it before but never truly focused or bothered with it.

Tarot was never your calling, and you were also never interested in learning of your future. And if you ever need any answers, you would turn your attention to the stars above.

They spoke of secrets that nothing else could, and they only spoke to you after years of training yourself to listen to their mystic, quiet song.

Your hand brushed over the cool surface and above some inscriptions at the side, allap carved on the stone.

"Do you think this is important?" Billy asked him and Agatha, having chosen to finally join you and help you find how the trial worked.

"Your path winds out of time." You mumbled as you read out loud, trying to get some sense out of this rather cryptic message.

Billy took notice of a stack of cards that had escaped your notice, and he grabbed it before flipping one to look at their design.

He could not help but smirk. "It's Tarot. I know this, kind of. I'll read for you, I guess." He said. "To any of you"

"Do her, though I don't think it will work," you admitted, and Agatha rolled her eyes.

"What is it now?" She questioned, one hand in her waist.

She loved you, but sometimes you truly were a joy killer. Especially now. She wanted to get to the end of the road and consider how close you might actually be... she didn't want to wait.

"This is tarot. It's Lilia's trial, " you pointed out.

"But Lilia is not here," Billy commneted.

Agatha did not share the worry. "The kid said he can do it, should be fine. Come on, no time like the present."

Defeated, you let out a sigh and leaned on the table; remaining by the side. Agatha occupied one chair and Billy the other while also shuffling the card deck a few times.

Chapter 34

[legomonkiefics]

💕 LMK Fic Masterlist 💕

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Key:

☁️ - Fluff

❤️‍🩹 - Hurt/Comfort

⚔️ - Angst

🃏 - Comedy

MK/Qi Xiaotian:

Crushing Headcanons (GN Reader) [☁️]

Defending the Successor (Fem Reader) [☁️]

Red Son/Hong Hai'er:

Dating Headcanons (GN Reader) [☁️]

Fire On the Tongue (Fem Reader) [☁️]

The Flame Prince's Heir (Fiance!GN Reader) [☁️, Brief ⚔️]

Mei/Long Xiaojiao:

Date Night (Fem Reader) [☁️]

Macaque/Liu Er Miho:

Guard Dog Headcanons (Fem Reader) [☁️]

Oh, to Dance With You (Dancer!Fem Reader) [☁️]

Monkey King/Sun Wukong:

Brainrot Slang (GN Reader) [🃏]

Smitten Sparring (Fighter!Fem Reader) [☁️]

First Relationship (GN Reader) [☁️]

Clingy Clones (Masc Reader) [☁️]

Brainrot Slang 2 (GN Reader) [🃏]

Sleep Aid (Overworked!GN Reader) [☁️]

Flustered in Love (GN Reader) [☁️]

Proposal Headcanons (Fem Reader) [☁️]

Nine Headed Demon/Xiangliu:

A New Chance (Celestial!GN Reader) [☁️]

At the Edge Of the World (GN Reader) [☁️]

Chang'e:

Dating Headcanons (Fem Reader) [☁️]

Spider Queen:

Spoiling Headcanons (Fem Reader) [☁️]

The Mayor:

Post-S3 Headcanons (Masc Reader) [Mild ⚔️]

Golden Winged Peng:

Nesting Headcanons (Peng x GN Reader) [☁️]

Multi-Character:

Morning Routine Headcanons (Spicynoodles x GN Reader) [☁️]

Two Troubling Bozos (GoldFlame Duo x Masc Reader) [☁️]

Dress to Impress (StoneFruit Trio x GN Reader) [🃏]

Doors (StoneFruit Trio x GN Reader) [🃏]

Bedtime (Sundial Duo x Overworked!GN Reader) [☁️]

Lost to The Ice (Spicynoodles x GN Reader) [⚔️]

Cuddle Headcanons (Sundial Duo x Fem Reader) [☁️]

Dating Headcanons (PartyFavors Duo x GN Reader) [☁️]

Dating Headcanons (Camel Ridge Trio x GN Reader) [☁️, Mild ⚔️]

A Solution Takes Three (Sundial Duo x GN Reader) [☁️]

Health Issues (Sundial Duo x GN Reader) [☁️]

Rage Quit (Sundial Duo x Masc Reader) [☁️]

Nerds At War (FireWall Duo x GN Reader) [☁️🃏]

LMK Characters as Queerplatonic Partners (LMK x GN Reader) [☁️]

LMK Characters as Queerplatonic Partners 2 (LMK x GN Reader) [☁️]

[eternalsa2z]

DM In Your DMs

You were introduced by your friend Nally. After plenty of teasing and toying and asking if you were sure you were ready to meet this model. Not just excited. Like busting out of your seat and bra ready.

You insisted that you were and the Instagram reveal didn't disappoint. She goes by the name 'Doll Mistress' and she is H - O - T HOT HOT HOT. She looked like a queen in her full glory, her gaze admiring her many worshipers as she gives them a brief glance at her perfection.

She def had a bit of a 'rich bitch' or 'ice queen' vibe, which normally doesn't match your sweet girly vibes. Even if her look still made you melt into a puddle. But that doesn't mean she can't rock a bit of a girl next door look. You know, if that girl was an heiress at the next mansion over in the gated community.

Still you couldn't help but be obsessed by this look. Her pony was clearly a fake extension and her faux fur boots were a bit much. But then again that fit her vibes, doesn't it? As if she was saying:

"I'm pretty. I'm plastic. I don't care who knows. Worship me"

Gawd what you wouldn't give to worship in front of Doll Mistress. You'd die if she slipped into your DMs. Or at least you died and went to heaven. Because one day, late in your timezone and early in hers, she sent you a message.

"Hello Kiki. I heard you were a pretty cute bimbo doll who's been having some stupid bullies say mean things. Why don't you let Doll Mistress take care of them...then we can go on a date"

You of course, through your bimbo babbling in sheer fangirling, manage to explain that while you love the support, you are a committed bimbo. Her next DM makes it clear that she's simply chuckling at your cuteness.

"Oh I know. I'm not looking for a relationship. Just a doll to play with"

True to her word, the homophobes and patriarchy pushers slowly disappear from your site. You also notice a corresponding uptick in extra girly, submissive bimbos talking up how pretty you are. It's great because you need the pep talk ahead of your first date...er, totally platonic meeting.

You spend forever picking out your outfit. You need to look perfect. Make a good impression for Mistress. You end up looking cute - but she shows up looking stunning, showing up to your date dressed in feminine finery. Making baby boy blue look as good as girly pink.

She has a beautiful floral adornment right around her throat. Perhaps it's a metaphor for her tight grasp on femininity. Or perhaps a future indication of how soon her ice queen grip will extend to a beautiful bimbo flower like yourself. You squeeze your legs together during the whole meal, imagining the second scenario.

She has you in her clutches from that day on. You're obsessed with her beautiful face and hair. Envious of her fashionable clothes. Above all else, in awe of her attitude and how she rocks her look to the fullest.

The next time you meet in person, your Doll Mistress casually drags a fur coat behind her, like the expensive treasured item is nothing to her.

God what you wouldn't give to be that coat…dragged around behind her…following in her footsteps. She's so incredible. You can't even say anything intelligent, just "OMG!" over and over again as she arrives. Her plush lips curl into a smile, a rare sighting worth more than her entire wardrobe.

"I'm glad you like my look, Kiki. You could be seeing a lot more of it. Come with me. Be my doll."

It's three months later. You and your wife have moved in with Doll Mistress. She spoils and pampers your wife, slowly turning her into a little plastic trophy, a mini-version of herself. You, on the other hand, are her pretty little doll. The one she brings everywhere, even stowing you away in a custom dollbox in her luggage when she travels on vacation. It's worth it to spend time with her and relax at the Bimbo Resort.

"Kiki? Mistress is out of her glass of BMBO. Won't you be a doll and scurry over to the cabana to get me a refill?"

"Yes Mistress! Of course Mistress! Anything you want!" you squeal excitedly, eager to be helpful.

"Good girl. If you return fast enough, I'll let you lotion up my back again" she purrs.

Quickly you bound away as fast as your high heels, wiggling butt, and jiggling bimbo titties will let you. Mistress has been so generous in turning you into her little bimbo pet. Serving her drinks is the least you can do for her!

Plus…the enticing thought of being allowed to touch her perfect plastic body…that's all the payment a doll like you needs. Just a bimbo doll serving her Doll Mistress.

[grenade-maid]

For all my gripes with 7R I really adore how they wrote Cloud. He completely fails to be cool and detached, and instead comes off as just being a catty little bitch that nobody is impressed with. But, crucially, he is so so so easily flustered and embarrassed and spends hours on end just kind of uncomfortably blushing and huffing. And the writers very wisely took every opportunity for other characters to tease him and put him in situations. The perfect tsundere. He never once speaks in a way that sounds casual and confident. Has that kind of stiff awkward cadence of someone forcing himself to talk and trying VERY hard to sound cool but clearly has rehearsed every single phrase and doesn't have any more in the chamber if the conversation goes in an unexpected direction. Constantly seems like he is ready to blow up the building with himself still inside rather than have anyone look at him or know him or perceive him or talk to him or think about him. And yet does not actually offer any substantial resistance to any suggestions and is kind of a pushover. Grumbles about putting on the dress but also walks so dainty and seems to enjoy being the perfect huffy ice queen.

Unfortunately I kind of see exactly why every single woman in the game looks at him and smells blood and comes on like a sack of bricks. I want to make him blush sooooooso bad.

[aphroditelovesu]

⸻ The Lost Queen - V ⸻

— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.

— genre: yandere, dark!au.

— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, eventual smut, pregnancy.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader.

— word count: 2,370.

— tag list: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog, @silmawensgarden, @elvinapandra, @jennifer0305 , @his0kaswife, @animetye-23.

— the lost queen series masterlist.

Chapter 5

You looked at Perdiccas fondly, feeling happy and relieved to have an ally, no, a friend in the midst of all this chaos.

''Can we come in?'' He asked smiling gently.

''Yes.''

Perdiccas took your hand and led you to the tent. Opening the flap of the tent, you entered along with Perdiccas and they were greeted by an impressive sight.

Even though they were in the middle of a military camp and in the middle of nowhere, it was still well prepared and decorated. There was a large table set up where everyone else was sitting and chatting like old friends. You looked at the food and there was a wide variety, to your surprise, fruits, breads, cakes, lots of wine, water and other foods that you couldn't identify at the moment.

It was really well done.

Everyone stopped talking the moment you started walking to the table. There were two free chairs, one beside a black-haired and bearded general and one beside another you had recognized as the one who had insulted your outfit a few hours ago. You snorted at the thought and, letting go of Perdiccas's hand, you sat down in the chair beside the black-haired and bearded general. Perdiccas frowned a little, but took the chair next to his friend.

You, aware of the stares, felt sulky and embarrassed. You coughed a little and looked at the general beside you who smiled at you.

''Hello...'' You murmured softly.

He chuckled a little and leaned in close to you, ''Hello.'' His voice was deep and amused.

You nodded, but didn't look away. You knew it was rude not to look at someone when they were talking to you.

''Your name is (Y/N), isn't it?'' It wasn't a question, but you nodded. ''Nice to meet you. I am Cleitus.''

Oh. You blinked in surprise, remembering him from the history books. Cleitus the Black, a veteran general who fought under Philip and Alexander after Philip death.

''It's a pleasure and an honor.'' You said, your voice a little louder. If it were possible, Cleitus' smile widened even more.

You just smiled, not knowing what to say. But honestly, what could you talk about? All of this still felt like a dream, a nightmare, but it wasn't. You was over 2,000 years in the past and was dealing with people who are already dead to you. So how was you supposed to carry on a conversation?

You had never been a very communicative person, although you had her friends, you were quite quiet and never bothered. Everyone understood you and it never bothered you that she was a person of few words.

But now...

Now you didn't know what to do. You needed to say something, you needed to because everyone was looking at you like you were an alien. Not that you judged them, because you was quite different from them. Maybe not in appearance, because as far as you was aware, you are human and looked like one, but... Your way of acting and the clothes you had worn earlier were obviously not common.

You needed to leave soon.

You cleared your throat and grabbed a glass of wine, sipping a little and, in a weak attempt to break the ice, you said, ''The wine is excellent.''

You stole a look at Perdiccas and smiled when you saw the explicit approval in his eyes.

''Indeed, it's excellent.'' You turned towards the voice and frowned a little when you realized it was the man who had called you a whore earlier. You didn't know his name, yet, but you could already tell the two wouldn't get along.

''Why, Craterus, be polite!'' You looked at the other man, Ptolemy, you recognized him, who had warned the one had called her a whore.

Craterus. She mentally rolled her eyes, of course it had to be him.

Craterus bared his teeth at the other man, ''I'm nice, Ptolemy.''

''Where are you even from, (Y/N)?'' You turned to look at who had caught her eye. You smiled at him, it was Hephaestion.

''I'm from...'' You thought for a while, ''a very far place, as I said before.''

Hephaestion smiled at you and his face got hot. Why did he have to be handsome?

''Yes, I remember.'' He looked at Alexander who was drinking wine.

He smiled at his friend, that is, if they were just friends, and turned his gaze to you.

''But we would like to know the name, ma'am.''

You frowned and sighed. Fine, if they wanted to know the name of your country, they would, but it wouldn't do any good.

''I'm from (C/N).''

''(C/N)? Never heard of it.'' He replied, looking at you intently.

''It's a very distant and unimportant place, not worth mentioning.'' You lied, hoping he would stop asking questions.

Hephaestion hummed and decided not to ask any more questions, picking up his glass of water, and drinking its liquid. You noticed that he was the only one who didn't drink wine at the table.

You grabbed your wine and drank one more time, sure you needed alcohol to settle your nerves from that night. Getting drunk wasn't the smartest decision, you knew that, but a little drinking wouldn't hurt.

It's not like you're going to fall down drunk, right?

Drinking really hadn't been your best choice.

Was it your tenth glass of wine? You had stopped counting after the seventh.

You weren't exactly weak to liquor, but this wine was pretty strong. It was sweet, which only increased your liking for it and you had lost count of the glasses you had had.

If you were sober you might have noticed Alexander's eyes on you.

''So, (Y/N)...'' Your mind, numbed by drink, had hardly noticed that it was Alexander himself who was speaking to you. ''How is this your Birthplace? (C/N), I believe?''

You muttered something unintelligible.

''What did you say? Repeat.'' He ordered, not taking his eyes off you.

You looked up from your plate and looked at the King who was staring at you as if he could read your thoughts. You frowned and pouted, but replied, ''It's a nice spot…''

''Nice?'' He looked more than a little dissatisfied with your answer.

''It's sparsely populated and unknown... No big deal, my King...'' Your voice was slurred with drink, but you were still sane enough not to say anything that might give you away.

''And the location?'' Alexander persisted.

''Very far away.''

''How far?''

You growled. Was this a fucking interrogation? Something clicked in your mind and you grabbed some water, thinking about your answer.

''Very far away.''

''If it's so far away, how did you end up near my camp?''

Fuck.

''I do not remember.''

''Do not you remember? Do you remember where you are, your name and you remember how to speak greek but you don't know how you ended up in my camp?'' He sneers and you feel like flying at his neck.

Fortunately for Alexander's neck, Hephaestion decided to intervene.

''Alexander! I don't think this is going to go anywhere, we're not in an interrogation and it's obvious that (Y/N) is drunk. Asking questions will do no good at this point.''

Alexander looks at Hephaestion and sighs, drinking his wine again. He must have had a pretty good intolerance for alcohol because he had drunk more than you and was quite capable of acting the way he wanted to.

You drank five bottles of alcohol with your friends and you were almost falling drunk on the sidewalks.

Your friends... Your heart ached at the thought of them. How would they be? Would May and Andrew still be their usual melodrama? Did they miss you?

With these thoughts about your friends, a wave of depression washed over you. You shrank back in your chair and that caught Cleitus's attention.

''Hey girl, are you alright?'' He was just as drunk, if not more, than you were.

''Yes... Just some bad thoughts.'' You mumbled and took a piece of bread.

''I know how it is...'' He frowned, ''Sometimes I have some bad thoughts too. It's horrible, isn't it? You would think a general like me would be above that, but I'm not.''

You were surprised by his sincerity.

''No, I don't think...'' You shrugged, feeling a little more sober, ''We all have bad moments and terrible thoughts. It's human, isn't it?

Cleitus looked at you and smiled lovingly.

''Yes, you're right.'' He brought his hand to your cheek and squeezed it gently, you looked at him in surprise but didn't interrupt him. ''Your skin is smooth and unscarred...''

You mentally scoffed. You weren't a soldier, so it was obvious you didn't have any battle scars.

Without waiting for your answer, Cleitus removed his hand and looked into your eyes. You felt something inexplicable when those eyes as black as night stared at you.

''I liked you, (Y/N). I hope we can be friends.''

You looked at him delighted and felt your eyes wet. Friends... You liked the sound of that.

''I'd really like that.'' He smiled at you and drank some more of his wine. You looked at his plate and picked up a grape, biting into it heartily.

Friends. That was good. It would be good for you to make friends.

The hours passed and you had forgotten all your sorrows, your fears as you ate, drank and talked.

You felt like you had known them for years and you liked it.

Cleitus and Nearchus were two comedies. The two of them together were like comedians, cracking jokes and laughing. You had even gone so far as to squirt wine through your nose after they made you laugh.

At that point, you felt more comfortable and happy.

Really happy.

You could get used to it, with them if everything was different. It was a disturbing thought, but true.

Everything was calm and fun. With the loud laughter and the strong smell of alcohol, but it didn't last long.

Not when Alexander, visibly drunk and not a little, decided to open his mouth.

''I wish to marry (Y/N).''

The entire table fell silent and everyone looked back and forth between you and Alexander.

Your heart soared at his words.

Cleitus looked at you and frowned at your reaction. That wasn't right and he decided to protect you.

The previously happy environment had become hostile and not even the music masked the discouragement everyone felt at Alexander's announcement.

You closed your eyes, feeling like digging a hole like ostriches did and hiding your head. Or to cry. Either option would do.

This was too much to handle. You hadn't even been there for a whole day and a mess was about to break out. You just hoped it didn't end in anyone's murder.

How foolish you were to think you could live in peace for a while.

''What do you mean, Alexander?'' Hephaestion asked, sure he had misheard.

''What you heard.'' The King replied to his best friend, drinking some more of his wine. You frowned, but wisely kept quiet. It was better not to say anything at the moment.

''Did drink rob you of all your good judgment, my King?'' Cleitus sneered loudly and shamelessly, drawing everyone's attention.

Alexander's head turned towards Cleitus and he glared at the general with seething hatred. Your stomach lurched and nausea hit you, an urge to throw out all the food you'd consumed tonight. By god, or gods, you didn't know that much more, but you prayed to anyone that no one was killed.

Especially Cleitus.

You had seen Alexander's maddening gaze and felt dread. Not for you, but for others. For the people you came to enjoy the company of after this feast.

''Do you dare question me, Cleitus?'' Alexander's drunken voice could carry through the entire tent and you flinched at his tone.

Cleitus didn't answer, just sipped his wine and picked up a lone grape from his plate, popping it into his mouth. He didn't say anything, but disapproval was visible in the veteran general's gaze.

And that was enough for Alexander.

Everyone alarmed when Alexander rose from his chair, furious, and pointed an accusing finger at the general sitting next to him.

''I suggest you hold your tongue, Cleitus.'' Alexander snarled, placing callused hands on his waist. It would have been a comical sight, you supposed, since he wasn't very tall, but that didn't stop him.

No, it definitely wasn't an impediment.

Alexander might not be a tall man, but he was intimidating. And that was understandable, he had been trained since he was a child and was a warrior, a general and a King created to kill and conquer and destroy those who stand in his way without remorse.

He was a dangerous man. A man who could make you die in the most painful ways. And yet here you were, sharing a meal with him like it was nothing.

Cleitus rose from his chair, his face twisted into a grimace.

''Do you want to marry her?'' He pointed at you, and if you weren't scared, you could tell you were offended. ''Are you that drunk, Alexander?''

Alexander pushed his chair to the side and your eyes widened as he grabbed a sword from his waist.

''Think carefully about your next words.'' Alexander growled loudly and raised his sword, pointing it at the general at his side.

But Cleitus didn't listen to reason, he picked up his own sword and everyone's eyes widened as he placed it on the table.

The others rose cautiously, Ptolemy holding Cleitus by the arm with help from Nearchus, while Hephaestion and Perdiccas held Alexander. Cassander and Philotas watched all this with neutral, amused expressions.

Craterus and Parmenion looked tempted to intervene, but they didn't budge.

You got up from the table and tried to calm Cleitus. You couldn't let him die, not like this...

But he didn't care and neither did Alexander. The moment the general raised his sword, Alexander broke free of his friends' grip and lunged at the general. You screamed as Alexander thrust his sword into Cleitus' abdomen, and Cleitus screamed in pain and fell against you and those still holding him.

Alexander had stabbed Cleitus.

You didn't know what to do. You needed to help him, you needed to save his life. Cleitus shouldn't die now.

You wouldn't let him die now.

— lady l: ...I don't have anything to declare, except that maybe this wasn't the drama you expected? This is just a taste of the real drama to come! I hope you enjoyed it, thanks for reading and drink water!!

[eclecticqueennerd]

Butcher as Girl Dad

Billy would be terrified to learn that he’s going to be a dad. Mostly because he’s afraid he’s going to turn into something like his father. This is what keeps him up most nights. You’d have to constantly reassure him that he’s not his father and that him being aware of his father’s past treatment of Billy, is a step in the right direction.

When Billy got comfortable with the idea of you being pregnant, you are treated like a queen. You have a specific craving, he'll gets up in the middle of the night to get it “Pickles and ice cream love, you sure?”. You need to take a seat to rest your swollen feet, he’s practically throwing Hughie off the sofa for you to sit. “No, it’s okay Billy I can sit at the table.” “Nonsense, Hughie, get off your ass before I kick it to Timbuktu.”

When you found out you were having a girl, Billy got nervous again. He didn’t know how to handle girls. With boys, you can roughhouse with and bond over sports but with girls- “Billy, I’ll have none of that sexist shit. Girls can do just about anything boys can.” You’d chastise Billy.

When your daughter is born, and Billy held her in his arms he felt like he was going to break her. You watched him as he held her, never moving muscle. At first, when she begins to fuss, Billy's eyes would go wide as dinner plates, and tried passing her off to you, “You can rock her back and forth to soothe her.” Billy tries that and it works. You’d have to give him soft encouragement when it came to interactions with your daughter, as Billy only ever knew violence, not comfort, coming from his hands.

You were very impressed with how composed Billy acted around your daughter, mostly when it came to swearing. On occasion, he’d have a few slip-ups, but he watched his mouth most of the time. One time the three of you were playing tea party, dressed to the nines in princess gear when Mr. Teddy didn’t meet your daughter's demands, she started yelling at him and called him a cunt. You immediately shot Billy a disapproving look. “Don’t look at me, I don’t say that around ‘er.” “Obviously you do, otherwise she wouldn’t have said it. Honey, where did you hear that word?” “I heard Daddy say it the other day on the phone with French Fry (her nickname for Frenchie)” You had to explain to your daughter that cunt is a mean word and can hurt people’s feelings. *GASP “Daddy, why do you want to hurt French Fries feelings?”

You come back home after a long day and see Billy reading three little pigs to your daughter in her room. She was tucked under her blankets, drifting off to sleep. You walked to the couch and plop down, resting your feet on the ottoman. Shortly after, Billy comes out of your daughter’s room and joins you on the couch. He lets out a heavy sigh, “Rough day huh?” “You know we watched Trolls 4 times today. Anytime I asked, ‘er if she wanted to watch something else, she’d want Trolls.” “We’ll it’s a cute movie.” “Yeah, it was cute the first few times we watched it, now it’s just annoying.” “Well, she likes it and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” “We need a boy in this house, you girls are gonna be the death of me.” You climb on Billy's lap and straddle his hips. “You ready for another one?” Billy places his hands on your waist and leans forward, “If it means we get to watch Transformers once in a while, yeah.” “Billy, I don’t think that’s a good enough reason to have another child.” Billy flips you on your back, “Love, I’ll do anything if it means I don’t have to watch that bloody movie again.” The two of you tried for a few weeks to get pregnant and succeeded.

9 months later you gave birth, it was another girl.

[myladysapphire]

His Sapphire Princess (I)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

word count: 2,866

CW: mummy issues, childish teasing, incest

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclamer:  i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and fire charecters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all charecters are his except for my OC                     

                                Visenya

Her mother was once again in labour. Visenya was the eldest of three. With two brothers and two uncles, she often found herself surrounded by boys. Her Aunt Heleana was often her only escape and even then, bugs seemed more interesting to her. She had longed for a baby sister and loved the idea of dressing her up like a doll and teaching her everything she knew. She often felt lonely,  her brothers were often off with their eldest Uncle Aegon, trying their hardest to impress him. She missed the days when they longed for her satisfaction or happiness over any task, she asked them to do. And now they focused their attention on tormenting her other Uncle Aemond.

Aemond was her dearest friend, having both had eggs that didn't hatch in the cradle they found a way to bond through that. And later their love for the histories of old Valyria and learning High Valyrian.

One was never without the other, that was until she finally claimed her dragon.

When she was six, she went to Dragonstone for the first time. There she made it her mission to claim a dragon. She did not mind which, but she was determined to do so. Having given up much sooner than Aemond on her egg ever hatching, she concluded that she would claim a dragon, and if Aemond wished, she would happily share a dragon with him.

It was no easy feat, she snuck off in the dead of night and rode on horseback (a horse double her size, barely hanging on for dear life) to the dragon mount. Nine dragons resided on Dragonstone, her mother's; Syrax, her brothers; Vermax and Arrax, her father's; Seasmoke, the three wild dragons; Sheepstealer, Greyghost and the cannibal (though she would never think of attempting to claim them), and then there was Vermithor and Silverwing. She believed her best bets were lied with one of them, wild dragons being far too risky for a mere child. There were also several hatchlings and young dragons, but she wanted a grown one. A dragon to strike fear and build her respect.

She was a princess and the heir to the iron throne, after her mother. And riding a dragon fit for a king or a queen is a sure-fire way to build her some support, if not fear to stop any usurpation.

So, when she came face to face with Vermithor, she knew he would be hers.

She sang him a Valyrian lullaby, A song her mother often sang to one of her brothers. She almost giggled at the motion, the bronze fury, wooed by a lullaby. But she had heard stories of dragons being lulled into submission by a song, she hoped it would attract his attention, and lure him out.

It did.

Though she did not anticipate him letting a monstrous roar into her face, a fire built in his throat.

"Umbagon, gīda"

Wait, calm.

He stopped, his head lowered, sniffing her. She refused to show her fear, refused to cry. "Dohaerās" she stuttered.

Serve

His head lowered further, edging closer to her face. He sniffed her, letting out a grumble. "Dohaerās" she let out again, this time her voice firm.

His body lowered; his face approached hers. She reached her hand out to stroke him, rubbing at his nose.

"kessa ao ivestragī nyke kipagon ao?" she questioned, hand still stroking him.

will you let me ride you?

His eyes homed in on her, taking in her every movement. Assessing her.

He moved his head forward gently, softly nuzzling her, or at least as much as a dragon could. She took that as a yes and moved forward slowly. Her hand not leaving him. whether to reassure her or him, she did not know. She stoked along his side gently. Moving forward to the ladder to his saddle.

"ok" she muttered to herself, reaching forward to grab the ladder "don't fall, don't fall" she moved up slowly, holding her breath. Making it onto the saddle, he let out a slight shake. Not enough to throw her off, but enough to hurry up. It seemed as if Vermithor was eager to let his new mount fly him.

She sat down slowly, grabbing the reins, "sōvegon".

fly

His ascension was fast, somewhat graceful. Unlike her mother's dragon, he did not glide into the air, sweet and graceful. No Vermithor flew. He flapped his wings to their full length, showing off his size and power. Vermithor wanted to dominate the sky and show his power. He was loud, roaring as if to announce his presence. At first, she thought it was to strike fear and warn other dragons off, but by the quick company of Silverwing, she knew it was a call.

The mated dragons roared upon each other's presence. And then they began to sing. They moved around each other, their voices echoing their movements.

They flew and moved around each other.

She realised then that with one came the other. Much like she and Aemond, perhaps he could claim Silverwing. And they could be like their first riders, she hoped.

She wasn't sure how long they flew, by the time she had even claimed Vermithor the sun had begun to rise, and her parents must be starting to worry. But she could not find it in her to care. They landed outside the entrances to the castle and were quickly greeted by her parents.

"Muña, Kepa" she shouted in greeting. "I claimed him, Muña" she let out excitedly.

"I saw, my love." Her mother spoke, her tone wavering between stern and happy. She knew her mother could not stay mad at her for long, especially with how happy she was.

Her father let out a laugh, "We saw, sweetheart, but you can't keep sneaking out" he tried to say sternly, though his pride shone through his eyes.

"I know, it won't happen again" she muttered, lying.

"hmm" her mother spoke, clearly not believing it "you know, when you lie you look at your feet"

"sorry" she squeaked out, before seeing Jace, her younger brother (by ten moons) run out.

"Senya!" he shouted.

"Did you see? Did you see?" she asked excitedly, as Jace ran up to her and hugged her.

"Yes! Can you take me riding?" he questioned excitedly, Vermax being only four was nowhere near large enough to ride.

"of course," she spoke quickly wrapping her arms around him and spinning in a circle.

Her mother cleared her throat "not until you are older" she spoke " and you missy, will have to hold off on the riding until the dragon masters deem you ready".

Shouts of discontent rang between the two children, "but you claimed Syrax was around my age, and you were allowed to ride her!"

"Yes, but Syrax was much smaller, and Vermithor is much bigger" her mother spoke, pride in her tone when speaking of her dragon.

Visenya only hoped for a bond like her mother and her dragon had.

Ever since claiming her dragon Aemond had tried to distance himself from her. His jealousy strong and their relationship. But she refused to put up with Aemonds actions. Dragging him along with her to meet Vermithor, trying to get Silverwing to bond with him. She did not, but the notion alone made all jealousy he felt disappear. She continued in her efforts to find him a dragon to claim, and whenever he wanted, she would take him out on Vermithor.

If the people of KingsLanding thought, they were close before, then this was a whole new thing.

Alicent, her grandmother, had always liked her. Found her sweet and adored how she cared for Aemond.

Everyone in KingsLanding enjoyed the young princess.

They did not however like her brothers.

At first, she didn't understand, still believing that Ser Laenor was their father. That was until she met Ser Harwin strong. Seeing the way her mother looked at him, the way he looked towards Jace and Luke. The way he had taken her under his wing also and treated her as if she were his own. She knew he was her brother's father, not hers. But neither was Laenor. But she still loved him like he was and treated him as if he was. She was his favourite (another reason for the court to believe she was his) and she was always by his side, and always felt such sorrow when he went off to battle in the steppestones.

She did feel some envy of her brothers, though Ser Harwin loved her as much as he did her brothers, even sneaking off to teach her how to defend herself and swordplay, she could not shake the feeling of jealousy.

Her mother, as much as she loved her, always had a look of resentment when she saw her. She assumed it was because she looked like her father. A man she had no idea who he was a man she could only assume her mother loved. Her mother favoured her brothers, she knew it, lived with it, and resented it. All because she looked like a man whom she had never met. Though being named her mother's heir did quench some of the envy she felt, it still wasn't enough.

Her mother may always be there for her, that was no lie. But unlike with her brothers, there was a hesitance to it.

That was another reason why she wanted a sister, perhaps a sister would understand why she felt the way she did and be treated the same as she was.

But she understood she wouldn't be, no her siblings would all come from a man who loved her mother, and her mother loved back. A man who stuck around.

So, when she overheard, she had a brother, no surprise was seen on her face as she understood nothing would change. That she would be fourth on her mother's list of priorities.

Loved just as much as her brothers, but a hesitance to it.

"Muña" she called, walking down the hallway, towards her mother's chambers.

She had promised her mother she would be there for the birth, wanting to act as support and learn one day what would be a part of her own life (a fact her mother never let her forget).

She ran up to her, quick to greet her new baby brother, her brothers will be very pleased. Her father quickly appeared from another entrance, causing her to run straight into him "ugh, Kepa! Watch where you are going" she groaned, rubbing her nose

He chuckled softly "sorry, little love"

"My, my what happened to you!" her mother exclaimed, "if memory, serves you'd said you'd be her for the birth of the babe?"

She offered a sheepish smile, "Sorry mother, Vermithor wanted to go flying, ask him yourself" nodding her head, it was true to some degree, she wanted to go flying and Vermithor was more than eager to comply.

Her mother hummed in response.

"A boy! I've just heard" her father finally spoke, happily.

"Yes," mother said through pained breaths.

"Can I name him, this time mama?" she said begged. She had a very long list of names and was more than prepared to give her brother a fitting name. as much as she loved Jace and Luke, she hated their names.

Her father patted her head and said "it's up to you mother, love" before turning to her "well done, where are you going?"

"She wants to see him." Her mother hissed, walking shakily up the stairs.

She?

Alicent?

She Shook her head, Alicent had four babes of her own, surely she understands how painful birth is. She rolled her eyes. Perhaps she was getting too old. She was a grandmother after all!

"Now? I'm coming with you"

"Me too!"

"I should hope so," her mother remarked, bitterly.

"Can I hold him, Muña?" she asked, seeing her mother struggling.

Her mother looked down at her and nodded, grateful for the small rest it gave her "of course, my sweet girl"

Her father quickly offered her his arm, which was taken gratefully.

She looked down at her brother, he had the same nose as Luke, brown hair and what she could make out brown eyes. A shame. She had hoped for at least one silver-haired sibling. She was starting to feel like the odd one out.

"Was it terribly painful"

Both mother and daughter turned to look at the other and rolled their eyes.

"I took a lance through the shoulder once," he remarked, unaware of his wife and daughter's actions.

"My deepest sympathies" her mother hissed.

She was completely enchanted with her newest brother, despite his plain features, and simply choose to ignore her father and his attempts at comforting her mother, giving the babe forehead kisses, and cooing at how cute he was, but stopped upon realising he was covered in blood let out a disgusted snort. Her mother chuckled thinking it was directed at her father.

The halls were crowded with court members. Awaiting to see the newest prince. some to see if her mother had had another child sired by her father or another bastard.

Stopping for several members of the court to offer their congratulations to her mother before reaching the queen's chambers. She handed over her brother before bidding her parents farewell.

Whatever was about to happen, she had no desire to see.

And spotting Aemond walking through the corridors meant she didn't want to stick around for much longer.

"AEMOND!" she shouted, running up to him "I have another brother!"

He rolled his eyes, an action he tried to keep from her "hmmm" he said, not caring too much. She and he were walking down the corridor heading towards her family chambers.

"Congratulations Visenya! Oh, that's great news Visenya!" she mocked, putting on a deeper voice.

"Ha Ha, very funny" he spoke, unamused. Arms crossed.

"What does it even matter? Aren't they just another bas-"

"Do NOT-" she interrupted him; a stern look on her face. "They are my brothers, and that is all that matters" she spoke, tone hard, tired of Aemond's attitude. "If you're going to speak about this is will take my leave" she stared him down. Not at wanting to leave. Aemond always apologised, he hated it when he received the silent treatment from her and was often quick to apologise to prevent it.

"Sorry, Senya" he looked down. "what's his name?"

"I don't know, I have ideas, but mother probably won't listen to them!" she let out frustrated "it'll probably be some stupid name like Rhacearys or something!"

They had come up to her family chambers now, the door opened as Ser Harwin and her brothers walked in placing a dragon egg in a fire hearth inside.

"Brothers!" she exclaimed, walking in. Aemond stood by the doorway hesitant to enter.

"princess" Harwin greeted with a warm smile.

"Hello Harwin" she replied, hugging him.

"Senya" both her brothers exclaimed, before moving their eyes to Aemond "uncle," they said curtly, before looking at each other and giggling. Oh, they were up to something!

"Perhaps I should go" Aemond mumbled, moving to leave.

"I – but" she stuttered out, sad, he wanted to leave "I'll see you later? In our secret spot" she whispered the last part, winking terribly as she did so.

Aemond went to laugh but stopped after seeing something over her shoulder. Her brothers most likely. "of course," he mumbled.

"WAIT!" she ran up to him, giving him a quick hug. "BYE!"

Not long after his exit her mother and father entered the room, stopping her from confronting her brothers about whatever their plans with Aemond were.

"Mother look, we choose an egg for the baby" Jace spoke, as their mother moved to sit.

"That looks like the perfect one" she agreed, finally sitting in the chair to rest, as the cover on the eggs pot was lifted.

"We let Luke choose" Jace admitted, as Luke grew a proud smile and thanked him.

"Not every day an egg leaves the dragon pit, princess. I thought it best to escort the lads" Harwin spoke up, his eyes drawn to the babe in her father's arms.

"Laenor and I thank you, commander".

"Another boy, I heard. What a fine knight you are going to make, yes?" Harwin spoke towards the babe.

She stood by her father, looking down at the babe. He had been cleaned up since she last saw him. Much less blood.

"Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey"

"Joffrey?" she questioned, looking between her mother and father "my list had much better names!"

"shush, now," her father whispered, patting her head and moving the babe into ser Harwin's arms.

"wasn't that your friend's name?" she questioned, looking at her father.

He gulped and nodded "Oh! Ok, it's fine then. I forgive you!" she exclaimed. Though she still hoped for a chance to rename him to something much better.

"Father, please may I hold Joffrey?" Luke spoke, trying to grab Joffrey out of Harwin's arms.

Their father tutted, moving her brothers and herself away, dismissing them to their dragon pit lessons.

next chapter

[miracuyes]

Theme was ice queen so I did the ice queen from adventure time, also last place

I’m never going to forgive the 11 year olds that voted me dead last in dti roaring 20s theme when I served THIS look

I put myself on the podium because that’s where I should have been

[midnightsun-if]

What does our dear cousin think of the MC getting with each of the ROs?

Koda: "That isn't a man," Viktoria snorts out a laugh. "That is mountain. Are you certain his name isn't Everest?" Sharp green eyes turn to look at Koda, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she tilts her head. "You seem to be a good man, Everest. I like you."

Scarlett: Viktoria's eyebrows raise in amused shock. "You were able to romance her, little cousin?" Slowly, she raises one hand for a fist bump. "I'm impressed. Romancing a Voltaire isn't an easy feat. Especially not the Ice Queen."

Cyrus/Cyra: She whistles lowly. "You acquired a flaming bird. Could come in handy if you ever decide to visit during winter in Russia." Turning to you, she huffs out a chuckle. "Pa will be quite interested to learn of your new romance, little cousin."

Quinn: "A Grant," Viktoria hisses, eyes narrowed into slits. "I assume they're nothing like their family or else I'd assume you'd have nothing to do with them." She turns to look at you. "As long as they stay away from me, I'll be happy."

Caden: She shifts in place, looking at Caden with an unsettled expression. "If you're happy, I don't have any added thoughts on the matter." Viktoria moves back from Caden, her expression wrought with an emotion you couldn't decipher. "Do you have any hot sauce for my popcorn?"

Sloane: Viktoria simply observes Sloane with a rather bored expression, head tilted ever-so-slightly. "They're a very angry wolf, but as long as they treat you well I don't care." Green eyes appraise the shifter's outfit. "It's bonus that they dress so well."

Blake: "Your little half-demon?" She rubs the back of her neck, actual surprise etched on her face. "I can't believe that you both finally admitted to something so obvious." Viktoria offers you a gentle smile. "I'm proud of you, little cousin. Even if you are a dumbass for taking so long."

Reginald/Regina: "A human?" A slow smile curls her lips, light green eyes softening. "I'm glad that you've been able to find love with a mortal, little cousin. Even if they may not be with you forever, the love they leave behind surely will."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Soji and Raiden giving forgotten queen guide around the Japan area of Valhalla as both guide and guard as she is wearing best silk dress and adorn with gold jewelry as she told them some people who are Japanese start appearing in her area and she just wanted to make sure that there is no culture misshapen

-You ignored the stares, not bothered by them, as you were walking alongside Raiden and Soji in the Shinto pantheon. You knew that you stuck out, wearing a rather revealing black gown made of silk, adorned with gold jewelry draping along your body.

-To you, you looked normal, this were the types of clothes you wore in your homeland and in your area of Valhalla, but for those in the Shinto pantheon, it was a little jarring, as you looked so exotic.

-Raiden was elated when you asked him to show you around, and Soji joined shortly after, offering to be your bodyguard, as there had been a slight uptick in crime, and you were a walking target, or so they thought.

-They both knew that you could handle yourself, knowing that you are a powerful warrior in your own right, even when unarmed, but others around you didn’t know that.

-You told them that you had been getting more visitors to your side of Valhalla, people from various pantheons, with the most being from the Shinto pantheon, as they were curious about your culture, wanting to know more.

-You welcomed the visitors, making sure anyone who came felt like they were not strangers, welcoming them with kindness, food, and friendship.

-This is what drove you to go to the Shinto pantheon, as you wanted to know more about their culture, to learn about them, that way you could make sure there were no social or cultural incidents that could offend the visitors.

-Raiden loved the idea of people traveling to the different pantheons, as it was a good way to meet knew friends, and in his case with the Hindu pantheon, finding strong opponents, like Shiva.

-You got to speak with many merchants, many who looked a little intimidated speaking with you, mainly because you were stunning and you seemed to radiate with regal aura, they could easily tell you were someone of power, even without knowing who you were.

-Those who had bad intentions who had seen you when you first arrived, quickly backed off, seeing not only one of the strongest and most well-known rikishi in the world, but one of the deadliest swordsmen as well.

-They would be foolish to try anything with those two around you, despite the two of them grinning and acting goofy while you were trying mochi, finding it not only very chewy, but stretchy as well, thinking it was cute.

-You appreciated seeing this side of things, seeing the home of those who were visiting you, and you learned some things about their culture that made you realize that despite the cultural differences, it was easy to make friends and make others feel welcome.

-You were looking at an artisan’s booth of blown glass when Soji shouted, “Y/N!” you heard him draw his sword and you instantly turned, seeing a thief lunging at you, trying to grab any of the jewelry hanging on your body.

-Your hand shot out, catching him by his face, stopping his approach instantly as your eyes felt like they were drilling ice into his body, “Don’t touch me.”

-When he tried to get away from you, you let him go, but when he charged again, you grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder, making it look easy as you slammed him into the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

-Soji was quick to put himself in front of you as you stood, defending you while Raiden spoke, “Are you okay Y/N?” you were trying to control your breathing, the adrenaline slowing as you nodded, “I am.” Soji apologized for not reacting more quickly, but you weren’t bothered as the would-be thief was taken away.

-The merchant had been impressed with your skills and strength, gifting you a small blown figurine of a rabbit, which you thanked him for, when he refused to let you refuse, it was a cute gift, and so unique.

-As you got ready to head home, you turned to your two escorts, “Thank you for indulging my request for today, and thank you for both for walking around with me. If you two would like to come to my pantheon, I will treat you both to a tour and a meal.”

-Raiden immediately agreed, looking a bit excited to spend more time with you, which did surprise Soji a bit, but he agreed after a moment as well, looking forward to seeing a new pantheon and culture.

-They couldn’t wait to visit and you were looking forward to their visit as well, wanting them to enjoy themselves.